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imogenkol · 8 months

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— WIP PRETEND IT’S WEDNESDAY

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Slowly chipping away at this whumptober thing I’m working on. Who knows if it’ll actually be ready for October, but hey! It’s angsty af and I’m having some fun with the pain. Here’s a snippet that could be considered a crossover, but these two characters share something in common

Bix never would have imagined herself at a dusty saloon in the Outer Rim with such dire circumstances hanging over her head. Loud music reverberated through the floor and into the soles of her boots. Its low, lively beat reminded her of Cavo’s back home and she wished she could go to the bar and simply drown her worries in a few strong drinks. But that empty radio signal echoed in her mind, pounding inside her skull with more vibrato than the speakers, so she pushed the nostalgia and longing aside.

The mechanic scanned the crowd of colorful travelers and soon realized she had practically nothing to go on when it came to finding the Jedi Imogen mentioned only a few brief times. The former Inquisitor hadn’t really bothered to describe him outside of his so-called meager abilities. Bix only came here because of the subtle fondness she picked up on in Imogen’s voice during her recollection. Cal was Bix’s only chance, of that, she was certain.

Deciding on a more direct approach, she went to the bar and waved down the bartender droid. It smoothly zoomed over to her end and animated excitedly.

“Welcome to Pyloon’s Saloon! The name’s M-6NK, but my friend’s call me Monk,” the droid introduced in a peppy tone. His optic winked — or, rather, blinked since there was only one — and the tank of alcohol behind his head sloshed as he whirled his mechanical arms with a flourish. “What can I do ya for?”

“I’m looking for someone.” Bix did a quick check around the saloon for eavesdroppers before she leaned in with a hushed tone. “I think he’s a Jedi?”

“Haven’t seen any Jedi ‘round here in a couple centuries or so,” Monk said, his extra dispenser arms filling up a couple of glasses.

The possibility that she may have come all this way for nothing and wasted precious time doing it felt like a heavy blow to the chest. Bix would not give up so easily, though. Imogen never gave up on her. “Look, it’s really important. His name is Cal.”

“Sorry, doesn't ring a bell!” Something in the droid’s voice sounded a little too eager to dismiss her questions. “I can whip you up something to drink, though! And we have a full menu!”

Bix shook her head, getting increasingly desperate. “I’m not trying to cause trouble, I just need his help. Badly.”

“If you don’t want to drink and you don’t want to eat, I’m afraid there’s not much else I can do,” the droid said with a shrug.

“That’s fine, I’ll… ask around, I guess,” Bix replied dejectedly. Her fist tapped the surface of the bar as she pushed away from it with a frustrated sigh and faced the other patrons. There had to be dozens. If she had to bet, none of them had loose lips.

Back on Ferrix, Bix learned how to make hard sales with all kinds of business people and travelers. She knew what to say and how to put her foot down. Here… Well, the hardened explorers of the Outer Rim barely paid her a second glance once she started to prod them for information on a Jedi of all things. The mechanic might attract the wrong kind of attention if she persisted, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She might as well be chasing a fairytale.

Bix eventually found herself back at the bar, taking a generous swig of something bitter and strong. She let the liquid burn on her tongue before it scorched its way down her throat and settled in her stomach with a heavy warmth. It started to look like she would have to infiltrate the Empire herself. Whatever it took, she decided.

“Why are you looking for a Jedi?” a male voice asked.

Bix turned to see a man with reddish-brown hair and a close cropped beard sat in the stool right beside her. He studied her closely, but his demeanor was calm and non-threatening. She threw up her hand. “I don’t know. It feels like a fool’s errand, but I don’t have a lot of options.”

He shrugged. “Who knows? I might be able to point you in the right direction.”

The mechanic carefully regarded the stranger who appeared to be a lot more forthcoming than any of the others. A small spark of hope ignited in her chest. “Do you know the Jedi?”

“I’d like to know who’s asking, first.”

“Honestly, if I tell you, he might want absolutely nothing to do with it.”

“Try me,” the stranger urged with a friendly grin.

“He knows my girlfriend. Imogen.” At the sound of her name, the man’s body suddenly tensed and his eyes widened just a fraction. Bix knew the name drop might cause issues given Imogen’s past, but she continued to make her case and silently prayed that hadn’t ruined her chances. “They have a… history. I need his help to find her.”

A flicker of recognition came across the stranger’s features as if he finally saw the woman in front of him. “You’re Bix.”

“I –” Bix stopped her sentence short and blinked in confusion as she struggled to put the pieces together. Then it clicked. She finally saw the man – the Jedi – too. “You’re Cal.”

He rose from his seat and motioned for her to follow. “We should talk in private.”

Bix hopped to her feet and noticed a small, two-legged explorer droid scurry from the surface of the bar up Cal’s arm to perch on his shoulder. It beeped low into his ear and Bix picked up on the concern the droid expressed about her presence in binary. Cal quietly assured the BD unit as he walked on.

“How did you know my name?” Bix asked while she tagged along.

“Imogen talked about you,” he said, glancing back at her. “She didn’t say much, but more than a few sentences and a name told me how much you really mean to her.”

Bix let out an amused breath, but her warm smile was genuine. “I could say the same about you.”

“I mean about as much to her as one of her bounties.”

“Well, you’re still alive and not imprisoned. Knowing her, that’s holding you in pretty high regard.”

“I guess,” he chuckled.

They walked through a door that led to the back of the bar. Bix smelled the line of cooked meals before she saw it. She didn’t realize how appetizing the food would be until they passed by the plates of steaming meats and vegetables. She’d barely eaten the entire journey to Koboh and pictured all the times Imogen had urged her to eat when she was too deep in her own head. As they descended a curved flight of stairs, Bix made a mental note to refuel after their conversation.

The music upstairs faded as Cal led her into a quaint basement room. The small space was impressively outfitted. She saw a comfortable bed, a workbench, even a terrarium. Bix wished her home back on Ferrix had been this cozy. She could have at least had a plant.

“So, what’s going on?” Cal asked, coming to a stop in the middle of the room.

“Imogen had some business on Coruscant. She went radio silent. It’s been too long, I –” Bix nearly choked on her next words. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms before she could voice her theory. Saying it out loud made the probable fear all the more horrifying. “I think the Empire might have her.”

Cal remained silent for a long time, his thoughts thoroughly shielded behind the unreadable expression on his face. He placed his hands on his hips and his gaze dropped with a long sigh. “I’m sorry. Really, I am,” he said sincerely as he looked back up at her. Remorse shone in his eyes. “But if they have her… she’s either dead or turned.”

“She isn’t dead,” Bix insisted confidently.

“You can’t know that for certain.”

“I do know,” she snapped. “She told me I’d feel it if she was gone.”

He didn’t argue against that point despite how crazy it might have sounded to anyone else. Instead, he said something far more offensive. “Then she’s probably an Inquisitor again.”

The mechanic stared the Jedi down. Bix couldn’t blame him for this assumption after everything Imogen had done just to him alone, but she absolutely hated the lack of hesitation in his response. “She wouldn’t.”

“Do you know how most of the Inquisitors were made?” Cal asked patiently, his expression shifting from remorse to pity. “They tortured Jedi to corrupt them and turn them to the Dark Side. Imogen didn’t need that kind of convincing the first time around. How do you think the second will go?”

The revelation made Bix’s stomach flip and her hands shake. She crossed her arms tighter around herself to hide it. “She’s stronger than you give her credit for.”

“She’s strong in a very dangerous way.”

Bix stepped closer to him, her fear and desperation palpable enough for him to sense in the air around them. “I need to find her and I don’t know if I can do it without your help. Please. At least tell me where to start looking.”

“If they have her, then…. I know exactly where she is,” Cal admitted. He held up a hand as Bix brightened with conviction to keep her expectations in check. “It is the last place in the entire galaxy you want to be, Bix. I don’t think Imogen would want you to be in the same system, much less in the stronghold itself.”

“I want her back, Cal,” Bix said with fierce intensity while she still held his gaze. “Tell me.”

“The Fortress Inquisitorius on Nur,” he answered grimly as if that all but confirmed her death sentence.

#oc insp: imogen kol #ship insp: if i had a heart #brotp: a force to be reckoned with #i just needed a lil something to bring Imogen's relationships together #and also maybe just wanted these two to interact and bond over their problematic fav #yes he's gonna help but mostly because he does NOT want to deal with full blown dark side Imogen..... but also maybe he's worried about her

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robinismywifee · 6 months

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Back to the Old House -

Chapter 9:

October 11th, 2034

[1 day after last chapter]

Raines age: 16 years, 7 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 4 months

CW: None

Words: 1765

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Third person POV:

The white rubber tips of Raines black canvas shoe stained to an off-white color, of course with dashes of brown and red from dirt and blood.

The pair of shoes squished in the mud, brown dots of mud splashed to the rubber an cotton, her head was down as she gripped the glass container with both hands, the tips of her fingers were turning white from how much force i was gripping the container, and she didnt even notice.

in the container held ham sandwiches, that Maria made. Raine felt awkward visting someones home empy handed, and who doesn't like food-

well..

anyways.

It was the afternoon the day after Raine woke up to the nightmare and arguing, she hadnt talked to Dina at all since and she decided she was going to apologize.

She didn't really know what for yet, just that she felt bad for being the reason Dina had a fight with her friend.

Raines rusted knuckles tapped against the wooden door 3 times loud. She looke at her dirty shoes—

Maybe I should get new ones?

She began thinking-

I mean, these are starting to rip at the seams and they're stained of blood, Maria has offered me a new pair, or a few.. maybe I should have acceped, I mean then I wouldn't be matching with—

The door opened and Raine was snapped out of her trance and was met face to face with Dina. "Oh.." Dinna hummed, suprised, she looking behind her, shuffled her feet, and looked back to Raine.

"Hey, miss me already?" Dina smiled, holding the door half opened, Dina looked Raine up and down, eyeing the container.

"Um.. is now a bad time? I can- I can leave, or- just uh I was gonna be quick.. if.. thats okay-" Raine awkwardly said, noticing Dinas body language.

"No- no, it's just I was kinda expecting someone, like 20 minutes ago, they still haven't shown.. probably won't at all" Dina nervously laugh, seemingly anxious about whoever it was.

"Oh, I can come back later, I was—"

"No! Swear it's okay! Come on in" Dina smiled, her awkwardness fading away.

"Okay.." Raine mumbled under her breath, walking inside passing the girl. Dina shut the door behind her and walked over to her living room, plopping down on the couch, Raine following behind.

"So, what you got there?" Dina asked, glancing down to the container, it took Raine a split second to remeber she even brought the ham sandwiches, she looked down to them, "Oh! Right, uh, Maria made extra ham sandwhiches, she thought you'd like some" she said, passing over the food, Dina greatfully taking them with a smile on her face.

"Thanks! Once again why you're my favorite!" She laughed, "So, was that why you stopped by?"

"Yeah, but uh, actually there was something I wanted to say too.."

Dina raised her eyebrows, not expected there to be more, "Go on" Raine sighed, looking to, once again, her dirty converses.

"Well, the other morning, when I woke up, I actually kinda heard.. some of.. that conversation.." Raine said quietly, not making eye contact, scared to look up or continue

"What conversation?" Dina asked,

Raine sighed and looked up to Dina "Well you know.. the one.. that you had.. with.."

"with..?"

"With, her" Raine said, emphasizing the word, her.

"Oh? oh.." Dina realized,

"Yeah and um, I just wanted to say sorry.. for making you get in a fight like that with your friend, and I shouldn't be hanging out with you guys behind her back"

"Oh- Raine don't say that, it wasn't your fault at all, don't be sorry-"

"It- it is, Dina, I should have probably stopped talking with you guys when I found out, I mean, I didn't think she was gonna get mad I thought she knew—"

"Raine, stop, we can all be friends, and she doesn't want us to drop you like that either. Just- I asked her to come over, she was who I was waiting for, I was gonna talk to her about it but she didnt show"

"She's probably still mad because of me- just, if I never became- friends, or whatever, with you guys, this would have never happened. I- I'm gonna go Dina i'll see you tomorrow at school" Raine said, standing up from the couch and speed walking to the door.

It took Dina a moment to process what she was doing, but when she did she quickly got up and rushed over to Raine, "Wait- don't leave, c'mon, she wouldn't want this- nobody does-"

Raine turned around, "Dina, it isn't a big deal, we hardly are even friends anyways, and obviously i'll still talk to you at school, I just- I think that your friend clearly has jealousy problems and I don't know wanna be the one causing them"

"Jealous problems? What?"

"I have to head back, I told Maria I wouldn't be long" Raine said, and quickly made her way out of the house, ignroing Dinas pleads.

Raine sighed, looking down to the ground, looking at the stiching of her converse shoe.

She bit her lip and began to make her way back to the house.

"Back already?" Tommy said, looking up from some old history book, as Raine entered the house, "Mhm" she hummed

"Well, you have fun?"

"Yep" Raine mumbled, and took the small moment of silence to leave, "Okay then" Tommy mumbled back, to himself, as she left.

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Raine laid on her bed, her head hanging off laying horizontal, staring at the wall upside down. Her neck was starting to cramp and her head started to hurt but the chipped paint in the corner peaking out from behind the dresser was too intereting for her to move. She was bored.

She was playing guitar for awhile, but shes been doing that for the past weeks straight, her fingertips started to bruise. She tried writing, but she couldn't get anything out, and would end up scribbling it out, plus her hands were starting to cramp from the grip she held on the pen.

Knock

"Can I come in, hun?" Marias said softly throught the door.

Raine turned her head to the door, she sat upright, immediately regretting it. Her vision went black for a split second and she squeezed her eyes shut, damn low iron. "Yea, come in" she said, opening up her eyes again.

The door twisted open and in walked Maria, "Hey, do you have a minute?" she asked standing at the door, "All the time in the world" Raine mumbled with a shrug.

"Wow, so you're that bored" Maria joked, and came over and sat on the edge of the bleached blondes bed, Raine looked to her waiting for her to start.

"So, it's dinner time, but me and Tommy were gonna head over Joels for todays dinner. I know I usually tell you ahead of time, but this was kinda last minute—"

"Thats fine Maria, we still have left overs from yesturday anyway" Raine interupted,

"Actually.."

Raine sighed, knowing what she was gonna ask.

"Joel wants to meet you, and I thi-"

Raine scrunched her brows, "I already met him?"

"Raine.. let me finish" Maria said in a motherly tone, Raine stayed quiet, letting Maria start up again.

"Joel wants to meet you, actually meet you. He wants to know you, you aren't leaving any time soon, and you're very important to both me and Tommy, don't you wanna meet him too?"

"Maria, you know that's not the reason I don't wanna go"

Maria sighed, looking down, she was silent for a moment before speaking up again.

"Listen, I know you and that girl are indifferent about eachother—"

Raine scoffed, "indifferent" she mumbled under her breath, repeating Marias wording choice, finding it almost comical.

"I said listen, Raine"

"Sorry, just— you can be honest, just say we hate eachother, not 'indifferent'" Raine said, raising her hands defending herself.

"You guys do not hate eachother, just, please let me finish Raine"

"Yeah, sorry, go ahead.. we do though"

Maria sighed. "Just come with us please. You're gonna have to go eventually, and I really want you and Joel to not be strangers. Plus, your friends just so happen to be best friends with her, and the fact how small this town is, you're bound to bump into her sooner than later, it'd be best if you guys got along—"

"Maria, I don't kno-"

"I'm not saying I want you to go and crack jokes with her and compliment her outfit or something- I just want you to go and eat dinner in the same room as her. Thats it. And I don't know how you guys are with eachother or what happened, but preferably no fighting or causing a scene too"

"I wouldn't make a scene Maria-"

"Oh! Great! So you're going"

Raine tilted her head and looked at her with disappointment, Maria smiling proudly.

"You know, my bed suddenly feels like a cloud," Raine said, fake yawning, sliding more under the covers and laying her head on her pillow. Marias smile faded as she looked defeated, Raine caught her emotion change and suddenly felt guilty.

I mean, I live in her house, eat her food, use her water, use her electricity.. the least I could do is go to some dinner.

Raine sighed. "Whats for dinner?"

Maria looked up confused, "Hm?"

Raine bit her lip, "What are they making" she said louder, less of a mumble, she had to do this.

"Really? You're gonna go! Thats great Raine! I am so glad, I gotta go tell Tommy!" Maria stood up, and began walking out,

"Oh- Chicken stir fry, 30 minutes okay?"

"Mhm" Raine nodded,

"Yes!" Maria cheered, and went to leave, before closing the door she said another thanks with a big smile.

Raine caught herself smiling when the door was closed. It felt good to know how happy it was making Maria, but god is she dreading this dinner.

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a/n:

back from my 2 month break 😭

within these months i dated a girl and broke up w her and started school again so its just been kinda hard lately but i promise im getting back into writing and will be publishing more often!

thank you all who've been patient, and sorry for a shorter chapter but i figured you guys are tired of waiting

#the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams series #back to the old house #ellie williams the last of us

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bronwiebear-brad · 2 years

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DO IT! I want to read something with brad al capone simpson and I know you'll do perfectly 👌

You asked, you shall receive. ⬇️

Mob!Brad

Warnings: might contain violent and graphic content. +18.

Money moves the world. It is a pretty materialistic thing to say but it was the pure truth. Money can bye cars, jewelry, clothes, flights, drugs, girls and the most important of it all, power.

That was an important status in the mob community. Now, the way to earn it. That was a diferent story. Some achieved with hard work, long family history, running business over the centuries. Others just chose the easiest way to do it, killing enemy's or selling drugs to the right buyers.

The ordinary mortals had only one choise, work to have money. And even that money sometimes wasn't enought.

This is a story about (y/n). A college girl, one of the ordinary mortals, who struggled to pay her bills when moving to a big city to get a college degree. Gets an interesting quite questionable job offer by a friend on the local club.

"just getting drinks" she remembered her saying.

The paycheck was fine, always on time and allowed her to live a confortable life. She worked every night until 3 am and had classes at 10, so the schedule was doable.

At first it was hard for her. She never waitress before or served drinks at a bar. After a while, and thanks to her boss Joe, she started to get more confident. At least she didn't left the bar area so she was more protected. She watched the other girls waitress tables and she found herself lucky. She never had to deal with desperate man calling her attention, telling her she was pretty and saying nasty shit, trying to grab or touch her body.

Joe was the one who managed to get her behind the counter. He was the non typical club owner who actually cared about his employees. He was 50 something. They were all women, girls if you prefer, since everyone was either 20 something or 30. He make sure everyone got treated right. No disrespects. And that's why his club was the favourite between the powerfull respected men.

He made contracts, invested in security and had cameras around, always understanding what was going on. Of course he had some influence in the mob community, but didn't envolve to much on the subjects. As far as he concerned, that was a club for people to have fun. Nothing else. What happened between his costumers stayed between his costumers.

Of course her parents didn't knew (y/n) was working in a night club. They thought that she was still in that paid internship. She wasn't sure if telling them that their only daughter worked at a club where powerful man come to make millionaire business and hunt heads, was leave them happy. She didn't want to worry them. So she kept it a secret.

Another night at the club. Music blasting, Theo, the lead bartender was mixing up drinks and you were checking for empy bottles on the shelves. People started coming.

"Man I could kill somebody today." Edna approached the counter. "Theo give me two scotch on ice for table 4"

You smiled at Edna but she ignored you, instead you got the glasses and Theo started to make the drink. Another order approached the counter so you just went to check another drink order.

"What's wrong?" Theo asked and you could ear them talking while giving napkins to another girl.

"Joe is pissed because Zoe didn't come today." she rolled her eyes. "I just came to his office to ask him more hours and he just flipped me off"

"So who is going to cover the seven?" Theo asked frowning.

"I said it could be me but he just laughed saying that I must been insane. Seriously I didn't minded the extra tips, need to pay my car." She said playing with her hair.

"Pay a car?" at this point you entered the conversation. "How can tips pay for a car?"

"(y/n), that table gives super good tips" Theo looked at you. And Edna agreed.

"Golden tips, if you allowed" Edna smirked looking at you and you just frowned. You get the part where they gave nice tips but golden tips?

"You know... Zoe told me about that guy who offered her a diamond bracelet because she talked with him one night. He just wanted to talk with someone. Someone who would listen." Edna looked above her shoulder seeing if nobody was listening what she was about to say. "That type of tip you get when you wake up at a hotel room the next day. " she smiled, got her drinks and went waitress her table.

You just stood there speachless, of course you understood the interaction between the costumers and the girls over the time, you saw them dancing and talking and giggling. But you remembered being in the contract with bold words that was extremely forbidden to mentain any sort of contact with the costumers outside the club. And that included dates, friendship relations and obviously sex.

"What are you thinking?" Theo bumped your shoulder noticing you were zooming out.

"That's illegal." You said to him.

"That's clever, (y/n). Some girls need the money, that men have tons of it and don't mind spending it. So they just take advantage."

"What if Joe knows?"

"I think Joe knows. He just doesn't like to think about it but deep down he knows."

"But what would happen if he found out?" you asked and Theo was about to answer but got interrupted.

"Theo, give me a tonic gin, please" Joe ordered and for a few seconds you just thought you died.

"Edna told me about Zoe" Theo said putting the drink on the counter. "Her kid again?"

"Yes. That boy is always sick I don't understand."

Zoe was 31 years old and yet she was one of the most pretty girls in the club. It was hard for men not to notice her when she walked into a room. She had a body to die for and also she was nothing like Edna, she was nice and kind, and talked with you a few times. She had a little kid named John. John just entered pre school and as every kid in pre school he got sick a lot, cried a lot during the night missing her mom, and that broke Zoe's heart everytime. She needed to work to give him a good life. She was a single mom who lived for that little rascal. That night she decided to stay home with him.

There were a lot of theories saying that John was Joe's kid. You heard a girl named Hanna say one time in the locker room. She gave a few good reasons that made sense. And Joe treated Zoe differently apart from the others so everyone knew. One time you saw the kid and you just swore he had similar features with the man.

"(y/n) are you listening?" you zoomed out again. "I need you to cover the seven. Is that okay?" Joe asked you hopefully.

The seven was the number of one table. The one who got reservated for the most important men inside the mob community. That table belonged to the Simpson family and his men. So thats why only Zoe served that table.

"i-I-me?" You asked disbelief. You never thought you ended up serving tables. That was not the job you have sign for.

"Yeah. You're like the only one who is still new. Every other girl got their own tables. See, men actually know them, it will be a nice change for once. Just until Zoe's kid is better and she can return" Joe took another sip into his drink, finish it.

"What?" Edna approached the counter and laughed sarcastically. "She is going to serve number seven?" You three look at her and Theo rolled his eyes. "Joe with all due respect but are you out of your fucking mind? She never waitressed." she complained annoyed and you just stood there looking at them talk about you as if you don't existed.

"That's why she'll be good at it." Joe added.

"Yeah good at breaking glasses" she laughed. "don't make me clean up your shit afterwards"

"(y/n), is very capable of waitress the seven, I saw her dealing with a few costumers who aproach the counter. They like her." Theo simply said and you just looked at him he had a small smile on his face.

"Exactly. Sweatie, go to the back to get ready, you have 10 minutes" Joe said to you and you just nodded. "and Edna, don't fucking tell me how to manage my business." Joe added getting up from the stoll and walked away to his office.

Theo laugh at Edna's expression. She got offended and he was pretty sure she wouldn't talk again until the end of the night.

"Oh my God, oh my God" you were having the most existencial crisis inside a 2 meters bathroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror. "what if my parents find out? What if I fuck up? That men got guns they could simply shot me in the head." She tried to breath to calm down. She stare at her front seeing how in the hell she ended up here, she thought about the idea of ending this job right there but her alarm started ringing, making her jump and saying that it was time. So she just wiped the tears, took her apron off and locked away her phone in her locker.

Passing by the counter Theo call her.

"Here, take this" He gave her a small drink. "for your nerves"

She looked at him bitting her lip but took the little drink in one sip. You could feel it burning down your throat.

"Good luck." Theo flashed you a kind smile and there you are. Making your way through the tables in the direction of the number 7.

You had heard a lot of stories about this Simpson family and all of them were frightening. The head, Derek Simpson, was the biggest mobster in Birmingham. He controlled most part of the business over the town. You were not quite sure what kind of business it was but you knew how powerfull he was. He didn't came a lot to the club, only has casual drinks, the type of man who buys bottles of 500$ pounds scotch and leaves soon.

You didn't knew his wife, but the other girls say that she practically doesn't leave the house, when she does its always around securities, she spends hundreds in expensive shops just and travels a lot to Italy to see her relatives. Zoe explained that she had a life of a princess in Italy. Her father is one of the biggest mobsters in Italy and when Derek asked his daughter to marry him, her father made him join the mob through a blood covenant. Their wedding was so big that was celebrated in 3 days straight. Their wedding gift besides the huge private island of their own in italy, was to run the business here in the UK.

They had a daughter who was studying abroad. She didn't identified with the type of business that her family did. She wanted to be a lawyer, a very good one. Of course she loved her family but preferred to live away only visiting them sometimes. Her family name made it hard to not be known but she was focused on building success on her own.

Another member of the family and the most popular one, was they younger son, Brad Simpson. Now this was the type of guy who started to help his father run the business. Since he was a kid he followed his father everywhere so he saw a lot of shit during his teenage years. Now with 27 his father gave him the most important business and secret missions. His grandfather is his godfather and he loves Brad even more than his son. Claiming that when he dies, everything will end up in his hands to take care. All of the girls find him handsome, in fact he was good looking. Always dressed up in suits, hair pushed back and perfectly brushed. Zoe mentioned once that he smelled heavenly and was a serious gentleman. In rare occasions people would see him angry and furious, but when they did it was like staring at a diferent man. He was younger so that make him like the risk and adrenaline to be in dangerous situations.

"Good night, Sirs. Are you ready for me to take your orders, please? " your voice was a bit different. You struggled to breath but hoped that they wouldn't notice it.

"Sure, love." One of the man in a grey suit talked. You could see that he was young. Maybe he was your age. The suit gave him a serious look on his face but his smile was heartwarming. You noticed a gold ring on his finger so you just assumed that he was married.

"Where's Zoe? She shouldn't be taking our orderings?" Brad asked harshly. His voice was raspy and at a quick glance to his face you could see that he was frowning.

"Brad, chill. We've only got here." the guy in the grey suit spoke again and you liked him for trying to calm the situation.

"Zoe couldn't come today. I'll be your waitress tonight." You said forcing a kind smile. You already got scared of him by the way he spoke to you, that and the prominent gun that you could spot in his left side pocket. You just wanted to crawl into a hole and never leave after this.

"I like her." Another guy spoke after taking a drag on his cigarette. He had a few piercings on his ear and you could see that his neck was covered in tattoos that disappeared inside his white shirt. "Give me a beer."

"Plus one Ginger Jake and two whiskey raws on ice." the guy in the grey suit talked again.

You were about to say thanks and turn around to get the drinks when Brad spoke again.

"Oi, what's your name?"

Your body freeze in the spot. Why he wanted to know your name, does that mean you fucked up?

"Are you deaf or something? I asked for your name." He sounded more demanding. The other guys were looking at you so there was a lot of pression. They were trying their hardest not to laugh, enjoying the little interaction between their friend and a stranger.

"Hm... I-I'm (y/n)" You said and turned around. You made your way into the bar so fast that you weren't sure how you didn't not fall of your heels.

After ordering the drinks and served them you were counting the hours to call the night off and go home. It was 1 am and the club started to gain life, girls were dancing with a few dudes and you stood by the bar watching them laught and wondering how can they be so relaxed.

"(y/n), table seven called you" One of the girls gave you the information and you took a deep breath walking through the crowd on the dance floor.

"Can you bring us two Southside gins please?" The guy in the grey suit, who you knew later that was named James, asked.

"Sure, anything Sir. What about the other two?" You asked noticing that the other two boys were missing on the table.

"They're occupied right now." James smirked and glance at the dance floor where the other two were dancing with two girls.

You looked at Brad seeing what in the hell he was doing since he was so silent. He was looking at you and you felt uncomfortable at his stare. So you put your tray on the table and started to lift empy glasses and bottles scattered around the table.

James phone rang he left the table to answer an important call. You were left with this horrible man. Great.

Brad was sitting comfortably on his armchair, his eyes following you like he was watching a tennis ball switch courts. His hand went to his pocket inside his blazer and took his cigars and lighter out.

He was pulling a cigarette in his lips when your trumbling hands reached for a cup near the edge of the table. At that exact moment Edna passed by your table and gave you a small bump with her body and that made you let the cup hit the floor and break into thin pieces of glass.

The scattered noise didn't bothered anyone around. The music was loud and people were invested in their little lifes. Brad jumped in his spot and cursed. You started to get more nervous because you just fucked up a simple thing and he was watching you probably thinking you were fucking retarded.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Simpson. I'll clean it really quickly." You said kneeling down already in automatic pilot mode. At this point you were not thinking so the first thing on mind was to get the broken pieces with your bare hands.

"Hey careful, you might cut yourself there" Brad said coming closer to you and seeing what you were about to do. He tried to advise you but that warning came late. A small thin glass, that you couldn't see because of the dark, cut your finger, leaving you beading.

"Fuck." You cursed as an instinct and dropped the glass inspecting your finger. You hated blood and hurt yourself.

When you realise what you just said your eyes opened. You looked at him and he had this humorously look on his face.

He found funny the fact that you just had the most genuine reaction. He was tired of people faking personalities around him. Everyone he knew thought too much before talking, they were always afraid to say the wrong words or do the wrong moves.

Then he started to see you turn into a blank expression, zooming out because you were seeing the blood coming out of your finger as a little river into your arm and leaving drops of blood on the floor. You were pretty sure you were about to pass out. So he did something pretty unaware.

"Here." His hands reached for your hand and he grabbed it gently. "That's not a deep cut." His eyes found your face once more, this time he was closer to you so you could him above the music. He frowned seeing no emotion behind them and his instinct to help your mind off the blood was actually suck the blood off your hound.

There you are. Looking at each others face inches apart, in the middle of a noisy crowded club. When he saw your eyes come back to life and your face gain a little color he pulled back. Reached for a napkin on the table and wrapped around your finger.

"Thank you." You said. Your mind running miles and trying to process what on earth happened.

He helped you got up. Went to his back pocket took money out for the bill and left 100$ tip on the tray.

"Buy nice bandages."

Then he left between the crowd. Leaving you escorting him with your eyes through the sea of people to the exit door.

...

#brad simpson #bradley simpson #the vamps #bradley will simpson #thevampsbrad #bradsimpson #bradleysimpson #the vamps brad #thevamps #thevampsband

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booksandcatslover · 2 years

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journaling advices

So, yesterday I went to my favourite bookstore, even if it’s part of a large distribution chain it has a lot of nice stationery and a lot of books, and because it was the day before Easter was completely empty, so the two salesclerks were behind the counter, chatting. I did my slow, calm, happy search for the right book, I had to leave behind a couple dozen because my bank account is what it is, so I went to the counter to pay this beautiful illustrated book about famous and historical diaries, and one of the clerks starts telling me how she loved that book and how she wanted to start writing a journal herself because it’s such a nice thing to do, and that book was awesome. Little she did know that I’m an enthusiast writer of journals and art diaries, as I think almost all my followers know, I suppose, because I sometimes flood the dash with pictures of beautifully written and decorated journal pages, so we started chatting and told her that yes, it is a beautiful experience, and she told me that she tried sometimes but she wasn’t able to keep up. The store was empy, as I said, because it’s also a small one, so there was just the three of us, and I start asking how she tried to get into journaling and giving advices, part on my own esperiences, and part on what I have read on the web here on tumblr or on various groups and forums about creative writing and art diaring... so, after I think an hour, she was there with a new diary in her hand, a pen and a HUGE SMILE behind the mask, thanking me and started writing in her journal, with my name in it as a thanks for my help.

It made my entire day, and because I love writing diaries, and maybe someone needs the same advices too, I’ll share them here too, for people who wants to start writing journals and diaries and is too shy or inexperienced, hoping to be of some help.

Start thinking if you want to draw on it or just write, so you can decide if you want blank pages or ruled ones.

buy a simple notebook, nothing too fancy as first, so you won’t be too worry to ruin it

choose a small one, so it’s easier to fill the page with just some random thoughts if you don’t know what to write at first

always bring it with you, with a pen, so when you don’t know what to do while waiting in line or having a cup of coffee you can simply write it down

write whatever you want. you can just write a word or a phrase. If you see a cute dog, or a little squirrel jumping in the city park, and it wa something you noted and found cute, write it down

try to write positive things, like thanks for something or nice things that you witnessed or happened to you, it’ll reinforce writing as something that gives you positive vibes, it’ll be easier to keep it going. There will be plenty of time when you’ll find yourself writing of bad things just to vent, in the future, but to start, use it for nice thoughts, and it’ll be easier to like it as a habit

try to write as often as you can but don’t beat yourself if you can’t write every day. you’re building a nice habit and a hobby, not learning a new job

be patient with yourself, don’t give up to perfectionism or anxiety.

this is a space for your eyes only. you can decorate all you want, and you can simply write funny scribbles, it doesn’t matter, so feel free to write, or draw, or make collages, or whatever makes you happy.

enjoy the process! ad if you quit, you can start again another time, it’s not a competition!

and remember... writing a diary or a journal, and collecting diaries and journals are two separate hobbies. I always write on something that looks like a moleskine, but I have a collection of beautiful diaries that I am sure I’ll never use because they’re just to look nice on my shelves.

also, you can have multiple journals! I have one bullet journal, a private diary, and multiple art diaries for fanfictions, themed art journals related to my favourite fandoms, a cat diary for my cats, and a lot of unfinished works that just pick up randomly when I fancy to do another page, with absolutely no pressure to complete them because I love doing them, not finishing them!

ps... i’m not an english native speaker, so please be kind with my grammar mistakes!

#diary #journall #journaling #art diaries #art journals #art journaling #hobby #writing #creative writing #writing diaries

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thescottpack · 3 years

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synopsis: Y/n letting Jason go after a long time suffering trying to bring him back to her.Basically she got tired of his bullshit.

Rachel cupped Y/n's cheeks making her look at her.

"Y/n you can't keep going with this. He's not gonna change and you know it."

"But..."

"Please you are my best friend and it's so sad to see you like this".

"You don't understand Rachel, I love him with all my heart and you know It, everybody knows."

"Y/n love is a good feeling.Sometimes we got to let people go so we can be truly happy".

Y/n turned her face away not wanting to look at her friend anymore, She felt embarrassed because she knew Rachel was right and at the same time Y/n didn't want to let Jason go.

"I have to try Rachel, he has to talk to me before and didn't hurt me even when he got the chance to do so."

"Please Y/n, let him go."

"I can't."

-Time skip-

"Jason!"

"Stay out of this Y/n. This doesn't concern you."

"How so? You are trying to kill my friends goddamned Jason they were your friends, your family! Why are you doing this?"

"YOU WERE MY FAMILY, I have no friends."

"Then why are you hurting me like this?"

"What are you talking about I've never raised a finger to you."

"You are destroying everyone that I love.I don't even know who the hell are you.Jason you are killing yourself and you are dragging me with you!"

Jason approached me slowly and placed his hand on my face, wiping away a tear.

"Please come with me. It's gonna be just me and you I promise."

"My love I can't."

"Yes you can, I miss you Jay. Since the day they took you from me my heart it's empy."

Jason felt his heart clench as he looked at her. He never intended to hurt her in any way, he loved her and he avoided her getting involved in this as much as possible. Slowly he brought his mouth close to Y/n's and placed a gentle kiss, they barely touched.

Then Jason hears fast footsteps approaching and he quickly turned around.He notices Rachel approaching and he takes the gun again not going unotice by Y/n.

"Y/n Step way from him!"

"It's alright Rachel..."

"It's not alright Y/n he kill Dick." Rachel said crying. Y/n's heart froze and she felt she had lost her ground. He wouldn't have done it.

"Jason."

"it's true."

Y/n walked from behind Jason and stand in front of him looking into his eyes.

"What did you said?"

"Love, I'm Sorry you weren't supposed to be in the middle of this."

"What fuck Jason!Why are you doing this?Do you hate me or something?

"Y/n please."

"NO! I can't do this anymore, everytime you keep me in the shadows. You are breaking me, what did I do to you?"

"You didn't do anything my sweet..."

"Stop, Stop with this. I've always been on your side and I've always defended you from everyone, I've always tried to understand your side.Damn, you killed Hank and I still found a reason to defend you, you're killing everyone I love.I can't handle this behavior anymore Jason.The Jason I used to know has really died and he will never come back.

"Don't say things you don't mean."

"Now I realized.It took me so long to see the obvious. My love for Jason Todd died with him."

"Y/n you don't mean this."

"I do.I loved him but he's dead.I don't know who the Red Hood and the only thing I know about him it's that he is killing me inside out.

Y/n turned her back to Jason and walked towards Rachel who was waiting anxiously for her.Y/n stopped halfway and turn her head slightly to the side.

"Goodbye Jason Todd."

She left him standing on the sidewalk alone as he took Rachel's hand and walked away with her.

A/n: I even wanted to write to Rachel, I thought they were so cute together 😂 I'm trying to write again for fun.

#jason todd titans #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x oc #titans imagine

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 2 years

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Ficlet: The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives

A small, unplanned New Year's Day baby starring Frankie x Lady. This takes place the year after India Lima Yankee, but before Jay quit drinking.

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, hangover (nothing icky), bodily funcions mentioned (apparently I can't help myself?), some sex talk, domestic cuteness.

Words: 1,694

Frankie x Lady masterlist

Paging @apascalrascal and @diaryofkali

It's almost noon when Jay comes to, head splitting and stomach swollen from a new year's eve party that went on until five in the morning. Gingerly, she turns around in bed, bumping into Frankie and the smell of stale beer on his breath. Neither of them had the energy to brush their teeth when they stumbled in last night - this morning - and now they both smell like something crawled up in their mouths and died.

I'm getting too old for this, she thinks to herself as she sits up, her head spinning for a moment or two, before finding its equilibrium. Rubbing her temples, she checks in with her body, tries to gauge whether or not she's going to be sick. The answer, she finds with some comfort, is no: her stomach's upset, and her head is aching, but she's not feeling nauseous. A hearty breakfast, plenty of water, and a slow, lazy day is going to fix this. Maybe an aspirin or two, as well.

Frankie moves next to her, snorting and passing gas. Jay can't help but smile tenderly at him. Knowing that at least half of the fumes under the covers originate from her own bowels, she can't very well criticize her man for farting in bed. Besides, they were both lucky enough to be home and off work for new year's, and she's not going to spend that time squabbling about things that don't matter.

Her stomach makes a churning sound, somewhere between hunger and indigestion, so she decides it's time to get out of bed. Taking her time on the toilet, she strips when she's done, and steps into the shower. After a good scrub in hot water, she brushes her teeth and uses mouthwash, wrapped in a towel in front of the mirror when Frankie comes in.

"Morning," he grumbles, pressing a smelly kiss to her neck. "Mmm. Clean."

"Wish I could say the same," she grins at him in the mirror. Frankie smiles back and rubs his head, his hair sticking out in every direction.

"I'll grab a shower, then come help you with breakfast, okay?"

"Sounds good." Jay puts away the mouthwash and turns around, leaning towards the sink as she regards him.

"You alright? You look a little worse for wear."

"This shit was okay when I was ten years younger, but goddammit..." he confesses, holding one hand to his stomach. "I'm good, baby. You done in here?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"I am, as a matter of fact." His smile is lopsided. "I need to use the can, and it ain't gonna be pretty."

"Hearing you loud and clear." With a quick kiss to his prickly cheek, Jay leaves Frankie to it.

<----->

Jay's had two large glasses of cold water, made coffee, and is peeling fruits for smoothies when Frankie enters the kitchen. His face is still lined and tired, but at least he smells fresh and clean.

"Aspirin's on the table," Jay tells him as she hands him a glass of water.

"Thanks, babe."

He takes a pill and swallows it with water, empying the whole glass and smiling gratefully when Jay puts down a mug of coffee in front of him.

"Toast and smoothies coming up in a few," she lets him know. Frankie sips the strong, black brew before getting up and taking a peek into the fridge.

"You think you can stomach bacon and eggs?"

"I think I could go to an active warzone right now for some bacon and eggs," Jay tells him.

"That's an awful long way to go for something we have in our fridge."

"Haw, haw."

Carrying a pack of bacon and a carton of eggs in one hand, Frankie passes by behind Jay, and takes the opportunity to wrap his other arm around her waist, and kiss her neck.

"God, you look good."

"Thank you, handsome." Jay leans into the kiss with a satisfied sigh, putting down the knife and handing him a piece of fruit. "Open wide."

Frankie obeys, and she pops the piece into his mouth. He smiles while chewing.

"Mmm. That's sweet."

Soon, the bacon is sizzling around two eggs, sunny side up, in a pan, and Frankie keeps an eye on them while sipping on his smoothie.

"This is good," he tells Jay, who's sitting at the kitchen table with her coffee, smoothie, and a piece of toast. She's catching up with messages on her phone now that her headache has subsided a little, and she can handle a screen. He sees a frown grow on her face.

"What?"

"Do you remember making out on Benny's couch last night?"

"Yes," he grins. "You don't?"

"I do, but I didn't remember him filming it."

She joins him by the hob, and shows him the clip on her phone. It's the two of them, horizontal on the couch, smooching like teenagers. The camera is unsteady, and the music and voices are hard to make any sense of, coming from the phone's tiny speaker. But there is definitely Benny's drunken voice: "Ohhh, going in for the money shot!"

"Ugh," Frankie grimaces in real life, as Benny continues behind the camera: "I'm posting this on Pornhub."

"Get a room, you two!"

"Maybe we should watch and learn?"

"Speak for yourself, I'm doing just fine."

Jay breaks up the kissing enough to grab a cushion from the couch and hurl it at Benny, who drops the phone, and the clip stops.

Frankie groans. "If he puts it on a porn site, I'm painting a bullseye on his helmet next time we're deployed."

"And I'll do the shooting." Jay locks the phone and slides it into the pocket of her sweatpants, before wrapping her arms around Frankie's neck.

"I almost feel bad," she grudgingly confesses. "Maybe we should've reined it in."

Frankie shakes his head.

"Will and Serena are the same. They just don't get razzed because it's Will, and because Serena is a civilian."

He ducks his head slightly and gives Jay a small smack of a kiss.

"I'm not gonna feel bad for kissing my lady."

"We did a little more than kiss, as I recall..."

"Yeah, we fucked in the bathroom." He looks very proud of himself. "You came twice."

"So that's why my panties smelled of cum this morning - shit, the bacon, Frankie!"

Frankie spins around and lifts the pan off the burner. "Saved it."

"Good job."

Frankie plates the food for both of them, and they sit down to eat in a comfortable silence. Jay's phone beeps, and there's a message from Frankie's parents, wishing both of them a happy new year.

"They texted you and not me?" Frankie almost manages to sell his rejection face, making Jay laugh.

"They probably did text you, but have you seen your phone since last night?" she asks, knowing full well that he hasn't. Frankie's not in tune with his phone: he mostly just uses it to get in touch with her, so when they're together, he often has no idea where it is.

She slides her phone across the table.

"Call them so they know you're alive. You know my code."

She starts to clear the table while Frankie talks to Ana María and Guillermo, and when he's finished the call, he gets up and catches Jay by the sink, crowding her against it.

"Thanks for breakfast, baby," he murmurs, his lips soft on her neck. Jay smiles, hand reaching back to comb through his hair.

"It was a team effort, so thank you. I love you."

"And I love you." His hands find their way to cup her tits, and he crowds her against the edge of the sink, his kisses growing more insistent.

"Frankie?"

"M-hm...?"

"You remember that cookout we had at Will's place last summer? Where we ate way too much and when we came home, you insisted on going down on me -" Jay's guts drop, in a good way, at the thought of oral, and Frankie's hands turn a little greedier " - and I cut one so bad you gagged."

Frankie's roaming hands stop, as do his kisses.

"I thought something had crawled up inside of you and died," he shudders. "What's your point?"

"My point is that exactly the same is going to happen this time around, if you try to get amorous with me," she smirks as she turns around in his arms. "Besides, I still have a headache, and an orgasm isn't going to help that." Her arms go around his waist, and she pulls him closer, just so that she can press a kiss on his mouth.

"Good point," Frankie sighs against her lips. "I'm not really fit for fight yet myself."

"Okay, how about this: we veg out of the couch, watch something on TV, maybe nap, see how we feel later, then have sex?" Jay suggests, lifting her hand to his cheek and trailing her fingers down his jawline, thumb stroking over the bald patches in his beard, then tugging on the slightly longer bristles on his chin. Frankie smiles softly at her touch.

"That sounds like a perfect way to spend the day," he agrees. "The first day of the rest of our lives."

"Morales - "

"I know, I know, you hate it." He kisses her quickly before releasing her. "Don't kill me, please."

"I can't," Jay sighs ruefully as she starts to load up the dishwasher. "I like your dick too much."

"You do know that if you keep talking about it, it's just gonna get excited, right?" Frankie complains, putting stuff back into the fridge. "And that's just going to be annoying for both of us."

"Fine, I won't talk about it." Jay takes some kitchen towel paper and collects the bacon grease from the pan.

"Good, thank you." Frankie takes the pan from her, hand brushing over her waist in passing, and starts to clean it. With a smile on her face, Jay takes the opportunity to give his ass an appreciative little smack before she disappears from the kitchen to claim the best corner of the couch.

#my fic #triple frontier fanfic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #frankie morales x lady #frankie x lady

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therobotwriter · 2 years

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Hi, how are you? Can I make a request? Zed x fem!wolverine mutant!Reader. I just love characters like Laura (X-23) and Logan. And so I decided to ask you to do something like that. Thanks a lot!

Hi Anon, I'm pretty happy right know, because I just got two As playing as Evelynn (I started playing as jungler again).

Any request is welcome, always! And how about you? Everything is fine? I hope so.

Wolverine is one of my top five mutants, so I got excited for writing this one. Sorry for taking soooo long, and I hope you like it.

Pairing: Zed X Fem!WolverineMutantReader

Summary: Zed is an childhood friend who just rescued you from an secret organization that made some modifications in your body

Word Count: 1,3k

Tags: superpowers, friends, drama, Zed

Warnings: it's safe!

Your head still hurts, does it ever was okay? The only thing you could remember was people in white clothes saying words that you couldn't understand, and then pain. Lots of it.

Somehow, you still feeling this pain, all over your body. But when you opened your eyes, there was no people around, just a small plate of food.

You had no idea what it was, but your stomach begged for some of it. Even with some pain in your legs and arms, you were able to sit in the ground, and grab a triangle of something that looked like rice.

When you started eating, you heard someone walking and from a door a male silhouette entered.

"You're awake." He said, with happiness. "You're finally awake, Y/N"

The man was in a black armor, but his face wasn't covered. His eyes, red as blood, looked hopeful, for some reason. And even that his hair was white, something uncommon for someone so young, you couldn't remember who he was.

"Where is this place?" You asked, eating that rice triangle

"It's safe, don't worry. A cavern behind an waterfall. I doubt someone would find this place."

The man took a step in your direction, he looked a little anxious.

"Who... Who are you?" You finally asked, and something changed in his eyes. He was sad?

"Zed"

He took a deep breath, and then continued.

"I know it can be a lot, but we know each other for years. We've been fighting togheter for Ionia, but you... You were caught months ago. Kayn and I founded the place you were trapped, they were doing something with you in there. But I don't know what"

Your mouth opened in shock, how it was possible? Thinking that Zed was lying was kinda impossible, you wanted to trust him, trust the feeling of security that he brings to you.

"I see..." You closed your right hand firmly, searching for some pain, in a way to discover that it wasn't a dream or a hallucination.

But no pain came this time. And when you forced your nails deeper, you feeled like couldn't hurt your own skin, it looked stronger somehow.

"Y/N, do you know what they did? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to"

"I only remember feeling pain, and seeing people that looked at me. I couldn't understand their words.... I guess I'm being useless now"

"Y/N, never say that again" He crossed his arms in front of his chest. Was really close right now, and continued, a little calmer. "We will discover why they were keeping you there, I promise. For now, do you think you can stay in foot?"

You moved your head, affirming, and leave the plate by your side, now empy. Even with some difficulty, you managed to get up. Zed stand in your front, his arms were ready if you vacillated.

"So, how do you feel?"

"Better. I guess." You say, these words weren't real lies, but you didn't know how to explain that all the pain vanished almost immediately when you get up. "Do you really think they made something?"

"Well, you were unconscious when we found you... I dont think you should be if was just a guest in there."

He speaks, calmly, while taking one of your hands. Then you noticed three cuts in the back of your hand. And with a quick look at the other one, you saw another trio of it.

"What's this?" You two asked at the same time, and he looked you.

"Looks like we have something to start" Zed touched one of the cuts, and it didn't hurted, nor any blood came out

But he walked away very quickly when from that small wound, some kind of blade came out. Actually, three claws emerged from the cuts.

Your eyes widened when you saw that, how was something like that even possible?

"What in Ionia is this?" You asked, looking at your own hands, with a slightly movement, the claws retrained, and you tried doing that again, a sucess. Somehow, you had amazing claws now.

"I guess we will discover this. We will discover everything, I promise. And mostly important, you will be safe here"

He spoke it in a so trustable way, that you smiled. You weren't able to remember about your life before the people with white clothes, but you knew that Zed was in it.

And he sure made part of the following days, weeks, and finally months. Zed promised that would discover what was going on with you, and he did it.

When you recovered, you two started training, in a way to see yourself in action with the new changes.

You was stronger now. The claws needed some days before you could find it's true power, they were unbreakable, and somehow, you too.

Your cuts and bruises always recovered in less than a hour, and your skin also looked stronger somehow.

Zed never abandoned his promise, and the way he looked at you, it sure filled you with motivation in the bad days.

When some of your memories started coming back, you talked about it with a big smile in your face, and he also smiled.

You never knew why, but when he smiled, you just couldn't keep your eyes away from him. He brought you peace, and know, maybe was bringing some romantic feelings too.

But you couldn't stop thinking that it wouldn't be reciprocal.

Then, one day, when you two just finished the training session, and still out of the cave, you sitted in the border of the lake were the watterfall ended, and your eyes smiled when Zed did the same.

"You really almost got me with that left attack."

He said, and you remembered the anxiety between almost cutting him and finally getting some results on a fight against him.

"I think you might be ready now"

"Ready? For what?" You asked, with a little of confusion, since you were lost in your thoughts one moment ago

"For going back. Things in Ionia are getting better, but your help will be very helpful there."

Then you noticed that during the last weeks, you were living in a bubble or something like that. You knew that Zed went to Ionia every day and that he spoke with Kayn a lot of times, but somehow, you forget that one day, it would be your time to leave too.

Coming back for the real world wasn't that bad. You feeled stronger and looked better than when wake up in that cave.

But leaving that place also meant leaving Zed. You wouldn't see him everyday. And it hurted.

"I don't want it to end" You mumbled, feeling a little childish "I don't want to leave your side, Zed"

You looked in his eyes, looking for the same feeling, the same needing that you feel.

He smiled softly.

"You don't have to."

Tears started forming in your eyes, and when you closed them, in a try to stop it, you were surprised by his lips in yours.

His hand cleaned one single tear that was following trough your cheeks, and then, his fingers enlaced in your hair.

That need that you were looking for, you could feel it in his kiss.

Your hands rested in his shoulders, and just like in the training sessions, you let him guide you.

" Y/N... I don't think I will ever be ready to let you go." He mumbled, ceasing the kiss, but keeping his forehead touching yours "I promise that I will always protect you"

"No. I will protect you. Wherever you go, I'll go with you"

You smiled, trying to always keep that look in your mind. You would keep that promise, like he did.

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The day was beatifull. The birds were singing happily, the peacefull sound of the water running from rivers near by. Everything seemed quiet, calm. Nothing could ruin the moment of peace the forest was having.

The peace, however, did not reach everything.

The sound of a door slamming closed interrupted the calm, the sudden and loud noise resonating trough the forest, cutting the quietness like a knife would do to butter.

Regulus ran out of the cabin door in a hurry, muttering scoldings to himself under his breath. Just this morning (when he was going to make himself some breakfast) he realized that he had no food left (it was obvious, he went hunting over a month ago, the fact that he was too lazy and too depressed were the things that kept him all day on his bed)

He decided to go to the nearest town, he had some money on him from when he helped an old couple out with their strawberry cultives (the couple then gave him a wood box full of strawberrys', which he ate almost inmediatly after he got home).

Regulus never went to towns or villages or cities anymore, faking your own dead didn't allowed you to go in public (being from The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black didn't help eithet). Besides, all that he needed he could find it in the woods.

Like in the books Sirius read to him when he was a kid, like a bedtime story, and he would wait patiently until Sirius tip-toed to his room as quietly as possible so he wouldn't wake up Walburga and then give her a reason to beat them up and-

He stopped himself from remembering more. He always stopped himself from remembering things from his past, from when the time things weren't perfect but they weren't hell either.

He hasn't heard of his parents for years now, and even more less from Sirius (being supposedly dead kept you from keeping track of things outside from your bubble). He just hoped Sirius was finally happy, maybe even be together with that best friend of his (Remus, was it? He couldn't remember quite well his name), he always saw how his brother looked at the other guy with eyes full of adoration, like if Remus had brought him all of the stars in the nightsky.

He hoped his parents were dead, too. They deserved it, after all the shit they made Sirius and him go trough, all of those nights awake hearing his brothers' screams, or the banging of the metal door they locked Sirius in.

And when Sirius left, when his brother was finally physically free from them (because no, Sirius would never be completly free from them, neither of them both would ever be) ,it all just got worse from there. For Regulus, that is. His skin got paler and his eyes got duller, but he felt relief. His brother (the only one he had, the one he held close to his heart, even after being ignored) was finally out of the house they called home.

Regulus noticed (since the day Sirius ran away from "home") that his skin got healthier and his eyes got brighter, unlike him.

Regulus felt relief that his brother was finally able to be freely happy, to be able to love whoever the fuck he wanted to love, to wear whatever he wanted to wear. He truly was.

But what about me, Regulus thought, as he entered the little magical village. I want my happy ending, too. He knew he shouldn't ask for more, he should be more gratefull that he finally, after so much fighting, was finally free from his parents' grasp.

So why wasn't he?

He said an apology under his breath to the old witch that bumped into him, and while she was yelling profanities at him while picking up her groceries, he continued to walk down the crowded street.

Regulus saw, from the corner of his eyes, an old looking bookstore. He walked towards it and pushed the glass door open, might as well buy some more books, no?

The little bell anounnced his entrance to the people inside the shopp, not that anyone cared about it.

Regulus made a bee-line towards the mitology section and picked up two books. One had a deep red cover, with bold golden letters as a tittle. The other had a black cover in its totallity, (also) with bold golden letters.

He made his way towards the front desk to pay for the books, when a wood table that had the newspaper got his attention.

He didn't exactly knew why did it catch his attention, he just knew that he just had to check it out (something in the deepest part of his heart told him to do so).

So he followed his instinct.

"MURDERER SIRIUS BLACK, ARRESTED FOUR YEARS AGO AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-TWO, WAS CAUGHT YESTERDAYS' NIGHT TRYING TO ESCAPE AZKABAN"

He what

Regulus lowered the paper a little and stared at it with incredulity. Sirius was arrested?

Sirius was arrested four years ago?

Regulus did the counts on his head. Four years ago he faked his death to be free, when he tought Sirius wasn't in fucking prison? What in the actual fuck?

He lifted the paper a little with shacky and malhourised hands, those hands that were once soft and didn't know hard work, now, those hands were covered in scars, all of them because of years in the woods, from cutting trees and building his small cabin and fighting wild animals to survive.

He did all of that to survive, all of this- he did it for himself.

He was enjoying freedom while his brother (the brother who neglected you after being choosen in a rival house, the brother who, in a far away past, held your hands on his own and looked at you in the eyes and told you everything was going to be alright) was in prison for murderer, something Regulus believed was false.

Sirius would never kill anyone, Regulus was sure of that.

But that didn't mattered, no. It didn't make any difference to Regulus. His brother ignoring him didn't changed anything, the younger still loved him with all his heart, with all that he had.

His silver eyes looked at the newspaper again, a burning fire making its way into his heart.

"Sirius Black is responsable of the death of a wizard, Petter Pettigrew and thirtheen muggles"

Okay, now Regulus was one-hundred percent sure that his brother had been framed. Regulus knew his brother would never kill muggles, besides, wasn't Petter Pettigrew one of his closest friends?

He continued reading, he needed as much information as he could find. He reached the end of the paragraph, and one or two drops of sweat appeared in his temple.

"-Black is now behind the bars again, the security involving him has increased and is now stronger than ever."

Okay, Regulus wasn't freaking out at all, why would he? The fact that his brother is in fucking Azkaban doesn't inmediatly means he will freak out, nu huh.

Because he is a calm, cool-headed individual, yes he is.

He was not freaking out, and anyone who said otherwise is a liar.

Steps resonated in the small wood cabin owned by the younger heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

Regulus swears he can hear his own hearbeats, beating in his ears and, somehow, telling him to do something, anything.

He doesn't quite know what to do, what to expect of this. This was crazy, right?

He knows it is, so why was he having second thoughts?

Do it, Reg. Just go for it, what could go wrong? A small voice says inside his head. It sounds deep and raspy, but also (for some reason) bubbly and playfull. ‘Like Sirius', he thinks.

Is it risky? Yes, definitly so. Would it be possibly worth it? He hopes so.

This is one-hundred percent a crazy, impulsive idea, but he was willing to try and give it a shot if it meant his brother would read him bedtime storys at night again.

He just wants his brother back, was that too much to ask?-

‘But it is! That lazy blood-traitor scum left you behind, for you to rot in that house, all by yourself while he had fun!’ A different voice screams at him and Regulus flinches, because it sounds so much like his mothers' voice it scares him to the bone.

"Please stop talking..." He begs to the empy room. He takes a shacky breath-in to try and get these voices of people that are not even there with him out of his head.

‘Reggie please listen to me! You have to get me out! I know you can do it, you're really smart!’ Sirius says inside his head, and Regulus can almost imagine him with puppy eyes while saying it.

‘Don't listen to that disgrace, Regulus! You are better than that, you will not hear whatever nonsense comes out of that stupid boys' mouth-’ ‘Im not stupid, you are the one in the wrong, Regulus knows-’ ‘Regulus will know best than to hear anything from you, unlike you, he knows what is best for him-’ ‘Like if you would know what is best for him-’

He feels overwhelmed, the voices are yelling at him to do things and Regulus doesn't know who to hear. He feels his heart beating faster, and he can hear his shaky breaths, and he feels the sweat in his forehead, and his hands in his ears-

"Stop!" Regulus yells, and the voices grow quiet. Hot tears stream down of his face as his knees make contact with the floor of wood.

The voices aren't talking anymore, but he still covers his ears tightly. He wants to get rid of the uncomfortable weight his chest has on it. He wants the headache that is starting to form to go away.

Suddlendly, its like he's five all over again. Just, this time, Sirius is not around to hug him.

Sirius wasn’t going to be around ever again.

Regulus tries to calm down. Breath in, breath out. He was going to be alright, he would find a way. He always does. He’s smart, Sirius always said so.

He remains kneeled on the floor for what feels like an hour, but were probably just two minutes (for him, it felt like a whole lifetime).

Regulus sighs and starts to stand up slowly, like if he went a little bit more quicker, then everything around him would dissapear in an instant.

Supporting his body on the wooden walls (he is still too dizzy to walk by himself, still too weak), Regulus makes his way towards his small bed made out of straw he borrowed (stole) and throws himself at it, exhausted of the events of today.

He has a plan, it is all clear in his mind already. And altough he is scared (of being taken to Azkaban, of dying while trying to save Sirius), a feeling he is not familiar with snuggles inside his chest. It has been there before, Regulus knows it has. (It feels like greeting an old friend who was there for you in your lowest point, but then dissapeared out of the blue. Regulus knows its name, but he can't shake its hand like old buddies would).

And then he closes his eyes and dreams about how his life has been so far. How cold it has been, how lonely it all felt (And Regulus wishes it would had passed like a blurr, (like when you zone out in a conversation and you miss a part of it) but it didn't, and Regulus hates that).

The next morning he wakes up with a headache that forces him to close his eyes tightly.

In all honestly, Regulus feels like shit, both physically and mentally.

Feelings suck, and he would stand by that until the day he became nutrients to the Earth.

He sits on the uncomfortable excuse of a bed slowly, trying not to make his headache worse than it already is. He sits there for a minute or two, before deciding to stand up and go see if there is anything he can eat.

He believes he bought food yesterday, but he couldn't really be sure about that. Everything that he did after reading that newspaper was blank, there was no memory of something else happening after that whatsoever.

His legs are better now that he rested properly. 'There is nothing a good nap can't cure!' Regulus remembers Sirius' voice telling him one day, after Walburga went particularly rough with the Cruciatus Curse on them.

Regulus remembers, that same night, Sirius cuddled up to him on his bed, and held him tight against his chest. Regulus never got in the way when Walburga was insulting Sirius, but that time he did. It did not end pretty.

They both ended up getting tortured, Regulus more than Sirius that time.

They were ten and six at that time.

Now he realized that he, in fact, did bought food yesterday. Some bread and cheese, along with a loaf of bread that didn't look in the best condition (he couldn't really afford that much after all, there was so much a few coins could buy).

As he started cutting some of the bread, he tought about his options, about what he could do and about what was out of the question.

Regulus could only think about two viable options that would (probably) (hopefully) decrease the chances of everything going wrong.

One (this one was crazy) he could try and become an animagus. An animal form would surely help him get in and out of the prison.

Now, that option would take him months of preparations, maybe even years.

(He knows most wizards and witches with animagus form had taken several years to even figure out how to become an animagus, but he is Regulus Black for Godric's sake. He isn't most wizards)

(He is better than most, after all)

The black-haired male stands there in the middle of his tiny kitchen, a knife still in his left hand. He thinks he has an idea, someone who would surely help him if he asked.

But in order to ask them, he would have to find them first.

Where exactly are you, Remus Lupin?

. . .

Remus wasn’t having a good morning (he never was having anything good). First, he woke up past 6 am and ended up arriving late at work (again), and his boss yelled at him for 5 minutes (again), and then, oh and then, he ended up getting fired (AGAIN), which, by the way, was the cherry on top to his shitty morning, and it wasn’t even 1 in the afternoon yet.

Now he would have to search for any jobs that would accept him, again (this was the second time in the month that he was fired from a job; in the first one he may or may not had punched a co-worker (in his defense, the bastard was talking shit about a female co-worker, and Remus just got really really angry).

And as he stomped angrily in the direction where his house was, he came to realize that he fucked this up really bad. Now he had no job, not even one kind of support to survive another month, and he sure as hell didn’t have any friends to go back to if things got more rough.

Ah, now he’s just sad.

He glanced at the plants and flowers growing at the sides of the road made of dirt, and he remembers.

Remus remembers the times when he used to be happy, when his only concern was passing his exams and not letting his crush on Sirius (oh Sirius, i miss you terribly) showing up and exposing him. When he would hang out with Lily at the library, and talk about how classes were starting to get more difficult as the days passed, or how they would gossip and talk badly about Severus ("-and have you seen his hair today?"), and they would talk and talk, and then talk some more.

Or when he would help James with his game plans, and they would stay up until the sun appeared again at the next day. Or when he would bake with Peter at the schools' kitchen at really late hours at night.

And he remembers, too, the times when he would look at Sirius and he would just get lost in his silver eyes. And Remus would look at him like Sirius was the most beatifull being in the would (in his eyes, he was).

He misses those times, he yearns for them. He wants them back, with all of his heart.

Life has always been rough for him, its just the way things are.

Because he deserved it.

(or so his father said)

Remus sees his little house at a distance. It looks deteriorated and in ruins, that house. The wild flowers are all around it, and there’s plants climbing on the walls and covering the windows.

He sees a cloaked figure standing on his porch, and Remus feels fear.

But he won’t show it, no, he won’t, ‘because fear is for cowards’ , his father would say, and the voice he would use left no room to question him.

“Can i help you with something?” Remus says, loud and clear.

The person in black tensed, and turned around to face Remus slowly, like if they were scared (’of what?’ Remus wondered, but he kept quiet- like he always does)

Facing each other, silver and brown met.

“Oh”

The wind roared from outside, strong and merciless as ever. It made the trees dance and the leaves from them to roam free on the sky.

The raindrops that fell from the sky were hitting on the glass of the window with force, on the roof, on the dirt. It left nothing untouched.

“How have you been, Remus?” The man in question turned his gaze from the window to the person in-front of him. The years had taken a ton from him, it seemed. Yet, the beauty he owned many years ago had not left him, no. It made him even more handsome, Remus concluded. His silver eyes (oh, his eyes were so smilar to his Sirius’-) were bright, a shine in them Remus has never seen before in the younger man.

Remus gripped the handle of his mug of tea. The sweet honey tea with lavender inside of it warmed his hands, full of calluses and old scars, it soothed him and the pains he felt in them. “You should be dead” He says, looking at the eyes of Regulus, searching (searching?) for an answer to his one-hundred-and-one questions.

“Let me explain, Remus. Please, would you listen to what i have to say?” Regulus says, and he sounds so hurt, so exhausted and done with everything. He says nothing in response, just goes back to looking out of the window, where the wind and rain still are. Where everything follows its course.

“I faked my death...that night i-, i saw an opportunity and i took it, and then i--”

“You left Sirius” Remus says, and the voice that comes out of him sounds so not like him, so aggressive and upset and loud and so much like his voice-

Still, Remus doesn’t back off. He looks up at Regulus and flinches. He looks so upset and angry, like Remus just did something so disgusting and wrong that he can’t take it.

Those silver eyes (One of the distinguished features of the oh so noble and honorary Black Family) burn in his soul like silver things burns in his skin. And it’s terrifyng and powerful in equal portions.

“He left me behind first, Remus” Regulus says, his voice filled with venom and as aggressive as Remus’ voice before. “He left me behind the moment i got into Slytherin” He adds, and Remus can hear his erratics breaths over the muffled sound of rain.

They stay silent, for a while. Not wanting to fight but not wanting to talk either.

“Why are you here, Regulus? We hardly ever talked back at Hogwarts, so i can’t imagine a reason behind your visit” Remus finally says. With the new need to do something (-anything), he stands up from the badly hand-made wood chair and takes his mug of half finished and still warm tea, walking with rapid steps towards the tiny kitchen connected to the living room. He occupies his hands with cutting the remains of the bread he baked yesterday.

“I came to ask you for a favor “ He starts “,you see-- Don’t look at me like that, Remus, hear me out first” Regulus says, and stands up too.

The black haired male takes a deep breath, as if he’s preparing himself to say something difficult to speak out loud. “Sirius is innocent, Remus, i am sure of it”

Everything goes silent from there. Remus can’t hear a thing because of the annoying ringing in his ears, and even before muffled sound of the rain is in the background now. He sees Regulus moving his mouth, and Remus is sure he is saying something (most probably something important), but he can’t hear a thing.

And Remus is so angry right now. It bubbles in his chest, from deep beneath with all of the emotions he repressed all of those years, and if he doesn’t calm down now then it’s going to explode. What could Regulus know anyways? He wasn’t even there in the first place! He was too bussy faking being dead, and hiding somewhere away from civilitation, like the stupid coward he is.

(Remus know he is a coward too, he knows it all too well. Because he knows that, (deep down) Sirius is innocent. He just hasn’t come to terms with it because he is so angry and he feels so betrayed and-- how could them leave him behind like this?) (Remus knows that he is stupid, too, because all he wants is someone to blame for the death of Lily and James and Peter-- someone to blame for little Harry slipping away from his fingers like sand)

(And Remus knows that he is a hypocrite, too)

“...--and you know, Remus, that Sirius would never do such a thing, we both know it!” Regulus says, his voice sounds more clear now, less muffled and silent. And it sounds so desperate, begging for understanding and someone to hear him out.

“Those were his best friends, and even i -that a i wasn’t even close to him-, knows that is a fact! He couldn’t had killed them like that!” He yells, and Remus feels sick.

“...get out...” The words come out of his mouth before he can register them, just above a whisper.

“What?”

“I said get out!” He shouts at Regulus, the boiling feeling of anger finally snaps inside of him, and now he just wants someone to yell at, someone to discharge all of his repressed emotions at.

And he does. Before he knows it, Regulus is out of his house and into the pouring rain, because Remus takes his wand out of his back pocket and yells a ´Crucio!’ and fires it to Regulus, who dodges and sprints out of the house.

And Remus is all alone again, inside of that small and old house, with the feeling of anger and guilt and sadness washing over him.

He feels his knees too weak to support him, and falls to the floor with a ‘thud!’. And for the first time since his loved ones left him, for the first time since his life fell apart, he allows himself to cry and yell.

And he feels like a little kid again.

. . .

Okay, Regulus admits, the plan did not work out like he thought it would.

Maybe he did broke the news too strongly, he kind of got angry at first. But it wasn’t really his fault, Remus said something he couldn’t even had known! His relationship with Sirius and how broken it was wasn’t any of his business.

But it’s fine, Regulus can do this on his own. It’ll be harder, but he’ll do it.

No matter the cost.

Two years pass by and Regulus is ready to start with the second and hardest part of his plan. Getting Sirius out of prison.

It too him a whole year and a half to even figure out how to become an animagus, and the other half of the year to learn how to switch to his animal form. But he’s finally ready, and he is so excited to mend things with Sirius and be brothers again.

Now he’s standing on the port, unleashing the rope that’s tied to a boat he’s about to steal. The boat is old, but it looks solid still. Regulus wonders what kind of adventures it has lived, the people it has carried, the tales it had heard from other peoples’ mouths.

Regulus gets in the boat before it couldbfloat away from shore, and sits.

He feels the texture of the wood under him. It's cold and damp, and he can feel the old carves in the wood forming the word he assumes reads 'fishy'.

He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head side to side. Probably a little kid wrotte that.

Maybe many years ago, a family had a trip to catch fishies in this very boat. Regulus pictures a father and his youngest son, on a sunny day, in this boat. The father tries to teach his son how to catch a fish, but the child, as most little kids usually do, gets bored with the waiting and as there's no other way of entertaiment, he carves the word on the old boat.

He wishes that instead of being in this situation, in the thick, thick fog, he would be fishing with his older brother. He wishes things turned out differently.

Regulus wishes he could live his youth with his brother, instead of trying to rescue him from a crime he definitely did not commit.

Oh, Regulus wishes were so many. But those were only wishes, thoughts that are in the past now. Realities that already lost their chances to exist a long time ago.

And with these thoughts clouding his mind like the fog cloudes his vision, Regulus grabs the oars and starts paddling.

The splinters in the oar feel like nothing against his tough and scarred hands, instead of hurting him, they keep him on the real world, away from the one where he goes when everything is too much, when he loses himself.

Regulus doesn't know how many hours went by until he could see the impotent building that was Azkaban. And as he was nearing it, the waves kept rocking his small boat, threatening him to flip.

He wonders if everything he's doing right now would be enough. He wonders, as the boat flips harshly to its side and throws him off of it into the freezing water, if Sirius knows he loves him more then life itself.

Regulus doesn't fight back the cold water, not at all. Instead, he lets it settle in his bones, in his belly, in his lungs.

If being held feels like this, then Regulus decided he liked it. No one ever held him before, maybe as a baby, but as he grew older, the only one who held him close was Sirius.

Sirius... who is Sirius, exactly?

He tries to remember, he feels the name belongs to an important person, but his mind is as numb as his arms and legs feel, if not even more.

It doesn't matter, he thinks, because im dying anyways.

Life is cruel, he decides with a heavy feeling in his chest, as his heavy body sinks him deeper and deeper on the ocean.

He'll be sleeping forever next to sand and rocks and corals of multiple colours, and the black of his hair will meld perfectly next to them.

Regulus doesn't fight, but he dies with a ball of hatred and love and yearning in his heart. He'll be dreaming for eternity of wishes and unspoken words, of hugs and arms that will never hold him ever again.

Life is cruel, and Regulus Black knows it all too well.

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IM SORRY I JUST COULDN'T GIVE THE BLACK BROTHERS AND REMUS THEIR HAPPY ENDING SKSNEKEMS what can i say, im a sucker for an angsty ending.

anyways, this was inspired by this blog (https://eronlupett.tumblr.com/post/642858372635475968/i-need-a-writer) by ". and before you mentuon it, yes, i was going to writte a happy ending, i just couldn't, like, cmon on, it was right there, i couldn't resist.

i had lots of fun writting this, but it still took me almost 5 months to finish it lolz. guess i just didn't had the motivation.

let me know what you think of my witting style, or if you have any opinions, just dont b disrespectful!

byebye^^

#Remus Lupin #Sirius orion black #regulus black #lily james #lol this sucks #angst headcanon #harry potter angst #bad ending #im honeslty not sorry #im an asshole hehe #no fluff

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Blue’s masterlist

After the ~~punishment. where he first lost his fingers. Its before Bonnie, too.

CW: Unreliable narrator/mindscape; cathatonic-like estate/dissociation; dehumanization; it as a pronoun; gory language; finger whump;

…It was… Okay here. Blue didn’t want to go back. It didn’t. It was fine, in this dark, distant corner of its mind, where it was… and wished it could stay forever.

In here, no would hurt it. Sure they could still hurt Blue’s body… But it was far… so far… the pain was distant. It hurt its skin its muscles its bones but didn’t reach Blue itself, it was… safe.

But it could hear a siren singing, trying to lure it back. It didn’t want to go! It was safe and… And also empty, lonely and painful to be here, in this dark numb corner.

…Soft little circles rubbed over its skin and good little words of praise. Fake, fake, fake, each one of them fake. Good pet, good pet, Master kept saying somewhere.

But Blue knew. Fake. Master wasn’t kind, had never been kind. He desperately needed Blue back to keep his perverse games going and that was the only reason he was being so gentle, so softly spoon-feeding Blue, while the pet lay uselessly, unmoving, unresponsive.

And Blue knew that as soon as it reacted… Leaving that corner behind… Master would go back to being what he had always been. Violent. Black, red, Blue, violet, violent.

Still… The corner was safe, and small, and empy, and cold and lonely. Horrifingly lonely. It felt like it should have memories to fill that void… But there were none. Only a headache, only white walls and training rooms and people telling it to be a good pet, that it chose this.

“There, there…” It allowed itself to hear, as Master petted its hair. It was soft, it was gentle, it was warm and so, so, so tempting “Come on Blue… Come back for me”

…A beautiful Siren song, it was. And… part of Blue wanted to believe that if it was good enough, the lovely, caring act of Master could go on for longer. It could be a good pet, and get treated nicely. After all… it had been its fault right? It had disobeyed… Master could be gentle… Even if it was fake.

Fake. Fake. Fake. Fake.

…Well, at least a part of it wouldn’t return, was lost forever. Gone, gone, gone, far beyond the safe corner. More lost and gone than when they trained Blue to forget. Something of it would wander into the blank empty void of its stupid head forever and ever and ever and ever never ever getting back.

The room around it was a dreamscape. It could barely remember it existed the second it closed its eyes. But when it did look, it was all familiar. It was on the bed! What a crime! But Master had put it there. Blue didn’t do it, Blue didn’t do anything, anything at all. Wasn’t moving, wasn’t looking, wasn’t there to do anything.

…Slowly… Lifted hands. It’s hands? Was hard to tell. It felt like moving a doll, a body that wasn’t really it’s. It turned them around, all bandaged up… And tears fell.

Fingerbones, white and clear, broken, exposed. Chunks of its flesh, tore out in front of its very eyes. And it was too much, it was all too much. It could still feel it, they were there, they were bleeding they were, were-

It let its hands fall back, out of vision, and retreat more into its little corners. The soft words Master was whispering weren’t worth going back to. It was a trap. Master that had soft little fingers tracing Blue’s forehead, petting its hair.

“Shh… There. See, you are doing good. Good pet. Come back to me…” The voice goes “Come on Blue, it’s been days…You have to keep reacting. Have to come back”

…Little touches to its forehead, pretty head, empty head.

“Are you even there? Come on Blue, I need you back… Be a good pet…”

…And the worse part is that it felt itself lean into the touch, ever so slightly, a soft whine coming from its throat. It was still being lured back, no matter how much it wanted to stay there, hidden in its mind.

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185. porky’s hero agency (1937)

release date: december 4th, 1937

series: looney tunes

director: bob clampett

starring: mel blanc (porky, emperor jones), tedd pierce (gorgon, assistant), sara berner (porky’s mom)

the final porky cartoon for 1937, and what a busy year it’s been for him! hard to believe he had an entirely different voice, look, and demeanor just 8 months prior. even then, his character still had much to explore, as we see here—in this cartoon, he’s cast as a child again. curiously, bob clampett is often credited as the one who refined his personality into the one we know today (he did give him his iconic suit and tie), but, like everything else, it was more of a collaborative exploration by all of the directors.

the title card is one of the more interesting title cards in the warner bros. repertoire—it’s a photo of a porky statuette! bob clampett would make several statues during his time at WB and distribute them to his top animators. while the statue in the credits is painted over, you can view an unpainted model here!

here, porky dreams of the wonders of ancient greece, prancing around as the mythological messenger parkykarkus. however, a gorgon has her sights set on turning him into stone, and it requires some quick thinking from porky to weasel his way out of this mess.

bobe cannon animates the expositional sequence, with porky propped up in bed, sucked into a giant book full of greek myths. his mother (offscreen) tells him it’s time to go to sleep, but porky objects, protesting that he was just at the exciting part. cannon’s animation is easy to spot with his trademark buck teeth, yet the gestures he gives porky--finger points, turning the page, etc.--give him a nice dose of youthful energy as he recaps the story, telling tales of gorgons and “great great great” greek heroes.

nevertheless, a disembodied hand turns out the light, dismissing porky’s protests. he heaves a resigned sigh, lamenting how he wishes he could be a great greek hero.

the cartoon doesn’t make any attempts to keep the dream sequence a surprise--instead, the face of the book’s cover takes up the entire screen, the pillars emblazoned on the front melting to life as we fade into ancient greece. and, as to be expected, our favorite porcine hero proudly stands in front of the building, proudly advertising “HERO FOR HIRE AGENCY -- PORKYKARKUS PROP.”

porkykarkus is a play on parkykarkus (”park your carcass”), a character on eddie cantor’s radio show “the chase & sanborn hour”. truck into porky’s services as he narrates over the specials:

“has anybody any eh-deh-deah-deah-dragons you want seh-seh-sleh-slay-slaye--rubbed out? or maybe ya have some, uh, fair meh-mai-meh-maide--honeys ya want rescued! it’s a peh-pleasure. is your daughter safe? phone eh-peh-porkykarkus at olympia 2222!”

porky’s narration, as always, is fun to listen to, and the physical advertisement has its own charm and appeal, with discounts and deals on certain rescues. not only that, but it’s a damn smart way to save money, having just the narration over the still frame. smart thinking!

conveniently, porky gets a phone call, sparking the tried and true “gear up for a big sprint but merely tinker on over to your destination” gag. as porky answers the phone, filling us in by repeating the hidden dialogue from the other line, we find out it’s the emperor--he wants one hero to go.

chuck jones’ layouts stick out quite strongly throughout this cartoon, especially in the human designs. porky’s statue of mercury is no exception--the bulbous nose and rounded body construction are all surefire trademarks of his work. porky grabs the messenger’s hat and winged shoes from the statue, never once taking a beat to stop as he hobbles along, dressing as he prepares to head out. woodblock sounds simulate the sound of his hooves clopping, but also add an extra jaunty jive to the merry score of “have you got any castles?” in the background, the cartoon’s motif. it would also be a merry melody courtesy of frank tashlin not even a year later.

with that, porky takes off, soaring in the skies like a pro with his winged shoes. if the scene wasn’t appealing enough with the overhead layouts, the animation of porky steadying himself is wonderfully smooth and fun--the cherry on top. he circles the palace where the emperor is located, swooping down to his destination. complete with airplane sound effects, of course.

“howdy, empy!” another bulbous-nosed jones character silences porky from behind his armchair. emperor jones (boy, who could that name reference, i wonder?) speaks in a ridiculously hilarious dialect, completed with a thick accent: “shh! i’m making a fireside chat with my sheeps!” his voice then slips into a rooseveltian draw as he coos “my friends, grecians and customers, this is emperor jones speaking...”

pan to the audience, which consists of a sea of smiling statues. this entire speech sequence is wonderful--not only is his terrible grammar terribly amusing, (”statistics show... what last season at this time was population in greece from 6,000 with 500 with 54 people, with 17 statues.”) but little touches such as one of the audience statues roasting marshmallows and later a hotdog over the fireplace, the emperor making his audience clap by pulling on ropes tied to their arms, and so forth make the entire charade highly amusing with lots of details to look out for. porky standing idly in the background, awkwardly fidgeting as he tries not to intrude is a great little piece of character animation as well.

the emperor gives the skinny, all while chowing down on a hotdog: a gorgon has been turning more and more people into statues, and they need a hero to steal her life-restoring needle in order to turn all of the statues back into humans again. the hero he has in mind is, of course, porky, who bashfully accepts the offer. when the emperor asks those in favor to raise their right hand, he pulls on a lever that causes all of the statues to raise their hands in unison, including a hand on a nearby clock. with a handshake, empy concludes “it’s a deal!”

one of the most impressive pieces of animation in the cartoon (i actually dedicated an entire drawing to it!) is when the emperor sends porky on his way, who waves goodbye as he flies through the air with his winged shoes. just as he tips his hat, he knocks into a pillar, which sends him tumbling upside down, but still airborne. the wings on his shoes form hands as they shake their fists in the glory of the good landing, with porky flashing a cheeky grin to the audience before spiraling lower in the air, regaining his balance, and barreling onward towards a smoldering volcano. the animation is full of life and character--though porky is consistently jolly in the B&W clampett cartoons, the grin towards the camera as he prides himself in his save is a great little touch of personality. slowly but surely, bits of character are now becoming more defined.

a gag that took me just now to recognize it--porky swoops into the heart of the volcano, where we spot the source of the black fumes pouring out the top: the gorgon statue factory. a merry score of “you’ve got something there” serves as some easy listening as we’re treated to a sign gag:

outside of the factory is a human picket fence, comprised of familiar faces: statues of bobe cannon, norm mccabe, john carey, bob clampett himself and chuck jones surround the area. directly outside of the factory is the frozen statue of a salesman with his foot in the door--the joke is not only amusing, but the pose is quite strong and readable, too. though nowhere near the dynamism of frank tashlin’s poses in the mid ‘40s, clampett’s poses in this cartoon are quite defined and exaggerated for the time period. this is especially sharp in the scenes with the emperor.

porky knocks on the door held ajar by the ceramic statue’s foot, holding out an envelope. “telegram for the guh-geh-gee-geh-gee-gor-geh--” a hand snags the envelope out of porky’s grip, causing him to mutter “aww, nuh-neh-nee-nuh-neh-neh-nut--shucks,” a phrase he echoed in clampett’s previous entry, rover’s rival.

we transition to the inside of the factory, where we see the gorgon herself, positioned in front of a camera, awaiting to take “pictures” of her models. tedd pierce voices the gorgon, whose vocal stylings are a parody of tizzie lish, bill comstock’s character on al pearce and his gang. interestingly, the cartoon before this, the woods are full of cuckoos, featured a caricature of lish as well, also voiced by pierce.

clampett and pierce’s comedic timing is sharp--not nearly as sharp as tashlin’s timing in the woods are full of cuckoos, but abundantly amusing nonetheless. the gorgon asks for a boy--”a sorta young-ish one”--and in comes a decrepit old man who can hardly hold himself up. the gorgon waits for the man to assume his position on the podium where his picture will be taken, singing a pitchy rendition of “am i in love?“, another homage to the characteristics displayed by lish’s character on the radio.

the gorgon snaps her photo, which turns the shaky old man into a stone statue at once, cheekily labeled “ANTIQUE -- $60,000 (P.S.: 000,000)” before he’s yanked off of the podium with a cane.

“now let’s try a group picture.” you know it’s a ‘30s cartoon if the three stooges come waddling in--they made their caricatured, cartoon debut in the 1934 film the miller’s daughter, notorious for being chuck jones’ first animation credit. as expected, they all beat the tar out of each other while on the podium, rendered immobile only through the power of medusa’s camera. they turn into the three wise monkeys, labeled “3 MONKEYS OF JAPAN -- MADE IN GREECE”.

norm mccabe’s animation is easy to spot in the next scene with porky, characterized by his signature double eyebrows. porky knocks on a door, parroting a favorite catchphrase from the al pearce show that frequented many a clampett cartoon: “i hope she’s eh-eh-at home, i hope, i hope, i hope, i hope, i hope...”

porky shakes the hand of the assistant, unfortunately a blackface caricature (save for the voice, who is just tedd pierce speaking in a deep, suave voice) as he greets “welcome, stranger. won’t you come in?” before porky has time to answer, he’s yanked through the iron bars of the door and placed neatly in line for the photoshoot, where he peeks through the door to see the action inside.

a pile of men form a pyramid, where the camera turns them into a literal statue of a pyramid, with some slight imperfections. “aw, shucks!” laments the gorgon. “you moved!” she approaches them with her life restoring needle, allowing the men to form into the proper position, maintaining good balance. she gets her “genuine egyptian statue”, quipping “ought to make a handy paperweight!”

the assistant informs porky that he’s next. porky backs up anxiously, echoing a short-lived catchphrase of his from the joe dougherty era: “nuh-neh-no! eh-nn-nee-no! a-a thousand times no!” the decision to make his thoughts visible (his head is slapped onto that of a piggy bank’s) is playful, and also reflects just how big of an influence comics had on bob clampett’s work: comic artists such as milt gross and george lichty have been cited by clampett as inspirations. the george lichty influence is definitely noticeable in rod scribner’s animation under bob clampett, as we’ll discover in the coming years.

in the midst of his panic, porky backs into a statue of "dick a. powello” (dick powell and apollo), causing it to break. but, rather than fuss over the mess, porky uses the opportunity to hatch an idea instead.

in comes strolling porky, concealed by powello’s upper body and a blankett hiding his hooves. the triumphant score of “he was her man” and the gorgon’s smitten woos makes the scene hilarious as is, but the blanket falling off and revealing porky’s pudgy little hooves is the icing on the comedic cake.

porky perches himself on a conveniently placed couch, where the gorgon approaches him. “pardon me, is this seat taken?” she doesn’t wait a wink before snuggling right up to him, a heart symbolizing her affections popping in the air. though clampett would play with typography at times and maintain an overarchingly jovial mood to his cartoons, it’s an odd thing to see him play with comic-like visuals in this manner, such as porky physically envisioning himself as a piggy bank or the heart from the gorgon. i wish he had done it more in this nature!

with the gorgon too close for comfort, porky uses this as an opportunity to grab the gorgon’s life-restoring needle, dangling from her neck and lying against her body. it wouldn’t be a clampett cartoon without sexual innuendos--porky reaches aimlessly around for the needle, prompting the gorgon to let out a shriek, cooing “why, mr. a POWELLo!”

she smothers the ceramic head in kisses, giving him a nice lipstick finish to boot as she pretends the statue has given her a ring. her ecstasy is hilarious and WONDERFULLY conveyed through strong, rubbery poses worth freeze-framing. picturing porky’s befuddlement is another humor within itself.

finally, porky’s disguise is revealed when the gorgon literally crushes the statue in an embrace, stone crumbling around him as he desperately slips out of her grip. as the gorgon makes threats to call the cops, reciting the WB favorite catchphrase of “calling all cars! calling all cars!”, porky makes with the needle and jabs it in various statues, warning them “uh-geh-uh-get goin’! i-i-eh-it’s the guh-geh-geh-eh-geh-gorgon!”

as the gorgon chases porky with her camera, he continues to revive a barrage of statues: the antique, the famed discus thrower (who throws himself out of the scene rather than the discus), the man from the end of the trail statue, who exits riding his horse like a merry go round (a nod to friz freleng’s sweet sioux), a woman who marches off with popeye’s forearms--note the bobe cannon statue in the back here--and a mermaid who unzips her fin and makes a run for it. the highlight of the entire montage is when porky approaches two temples (the two of them together labeled “shirley temple”) and injects the needle into them, prompting the temples to use their pillars as legs and run for the hills.

the chase reaches its climax as the gorgon pursues porky with a movie camera, turning the crank ferociously as she runs. her plan works--porky slows down, freezing in mid-air as the gorgon cries “hold it!” thus, the gorgon pins porky to the ground, who tries his hardest to fight back, but ultimately flailing around as she commands him to open his eyes.

we melt into the present, where we find porky’s mother in place of the gorgon, telling him softly to wake up. he does so, after she pries one of his eyes opens. relieved that it was all a dream, he embraces his mother, prompting a happy end and an iris out.

this cartoon has a soft spot in my heart--it was one of the first LT cartoons i saw on this whole venture. i thought i was the smartest person alive, understanding the three stooges, popeye, and shirley temple references. who knew just how much i had (and still have!) to learn! though even without my sentimental biases, this still stands as a very good cartoon.

as i mentioned previously, the poses in this are full of elasticity and energy, especially in the emperor and the gorgon. porky does a very nice job as well--little pieces of animation such as him fidgeting awkwardly while the emperor rambles on, swinging from side to side as he’s offered the job to be a hero, etc. etc. are full of charm and character. while his personality isn’t the most electric in comparison to characters like bugs and daffy, it’s the little things like these that really make porky stand out. with him, a little subtlety goes a long way, and that’s why he’s one of my favorites. he’s so reserved in comparison to such a wild cast of characters that his timidness actually shines through and sets him apart! (though, on the other hand, he can still have quite the personality, as we’ll discover!)

personally, the only gripes i have with this cartoon is the blackface caricatured assistant (which, in comparison to some cartoons we’ve seen and still have yet to see, is relatively mild, but uncomfortable nonetheless). the jokes, while corny at times, still hit, the animation is full of life and vigor, and the short as a whole has a lot of charm, whimsy, and personality. it has my seal of approval! go check it out!

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#lt #porky’s hero agency #clampett #looney tunes #reviews #long post #A REVIEW!!! of one of my favorite cartoons! it's a christmas miracle!#well favorite for this era anyway

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johannstutt413 · 3 years

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(requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing a series)

“Ya know, I dunno why I thought she mighta been jokin’ ‘bout the tuxes.” Croissant was blushing brightly as she was getting her measurements taken.

Mostima shrugged. “I don’t ever plan on getting married, but one of us was bound to tie the knot sooner or later, and Texas needs to find an officiant who will sign two certificates for her discreetly before it’s even an option for her. Where are your hanger-ons, by the way?”

“With Angelina, doing the same thing we are.” The Lupo had a Pocky stick in her mouth like a cigar, taking it all in. “I wouldn’t marry Sora, though. Exu maybe, but not Sora. She’s a good girl, but the whole ‘idol worship’ is a bit much.”

“She’d really want you to praise her that much?” The Sarkaz smirked.

Texas rolled her eyes. “Funny.”

“If any’n’s worshippin’ any’n, it ain’t Tex.” The Forte chuckled, but had to stop when the tape measure came ‘round again. “Hey, how tight this need ta be? Least gimme a lil’ room ta breathe ‘ere.”

“Don’t question my judgment, ‘less you wan’a punishment. I been wearin’ this look a lot longer than you.” Emperor bit back, making the last few notes he needed.

The three shared a glance. “You wear T-shirts over your feathers, though,” Mostima observed.

“Well, yeah, cuz’ I like the style,” he replied, “but if ya ever see me rockin’ my birthday suit, you’d know I’m just as fuckin’ classy. Got killer shoes to boot.”

“What, yer feet?” Croissant glanced down at the penguin’s openly-visible legs.

He nodded. “Damn straight. The boys will have your suit to ya within a couple days; when’s the big shindig, anyways?”

“Uh...I dunno.” The Forte shrugged. “We’re gonna sign the papers a week from now, but we don’t have money for a ceremony.”

“Well, then, imma have to do it myself.” Emperor opened his notes again and walked away, pen scribbling faster than before.

Texas shook her head. “That’s how you know you’re the Boss’s favorite, Cross.”

“Aw, shucks, I didn’ wan’im to pay fer it.” She sighed. “I’m gonna be payin’im back ferever at this rate.”

“Could be worse - if he died before forever came along, the debt would probably go right back to the company.” And with that, the Sankta left, the other two not too far behind, to meet Bison in the lobby.

Meanwhile, Magallan was moving at a more leisurely pace, listening to Angie recount the proposal story. “That sounds exactly like I imagined. Empy’s was a lot more ostentatious, but I had no idea what was coming, either. WIth him, he could’ve been holding an impromptu concert.”

“That’s the Emperor, alright.” Exusiai sighed. “I can’t imagine what it’d be like to go through something like this. Can you, Sora?”

“Hmm?” The ‘Lupo’ had been doing just that, actually.

Angelina smiled. “Oh, I think she can. I’ve had that look on my face for the past week now...It’s too bad we can’t afford to have a ceremony, though.”

“You can’t?” The Liberi measuring her stopped. “Oh, dear, why didn’t you tell me? I’m sure Empy and I can help you with that; consider it our wedding gift to you both.”

“You’d really do that? But they’re so expensive...” Her fiance’s sense for money was rubbing off on her.

Magallan chirped merrily. “Oh, it’s no big deal; we’re making so much, it’s a drop in the bucket. How does three weeks from today sound?”

“Oh, Magallan, I can’t just blindly agree without talking to my Croissantwich first...buuut that’ll probably be okay.” The Vulpo was about to explode from happiness; luckily, they were done with measurements at this point (because of Liberi efficiency), so she was free to detonate with glee as she burst out of the dressing room. “Croissaaaaaant!”

“Angie?!” The Forte heard her and turned around in time to be slammed by a full-speed makeout machine which managed through sheer enthusiasm to knock her to the floor.

Texas nodded as the other two followed out. “Ceremony?”

“Ceremony,” Exusiai confirmed. “Emp and Maggie paying for the whole thing?”

“That’s what he said...Wonder if he’ll pay for ours.”

Two Penguin Logistics members turned bright red as Bison and Mostima had an intense but muted conversation off to the side...Yep, just another day in Penguin Logistics.

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“Wow. They really did pull out all the stops, didn’t they?” The Doctor and Amiya took back their IDs from the door guard as they walked into the auditorium that’d been taken over. “It’ll be hard to match for ours.”

“Doctor darling, we probably shouldn’t compete with the Emperor like that. He doesn’t like to back down from a fight.” Besides, why would she need a grand ceremony? Just her and the Doctor at the altar, Kal’tsit as the Maid of Honor, Savage and Blaze as bridesmaids-

There was a tap on her shoulder as her date gestured to the seating. “I wonder if they expect to fill the place tonight.”

“Everyone’s sitting so close to the front, it’s hard to tell.” The Cautus shrugged. “Let’s sit back here. It’s a bit crowded there...So many emotions at once might overload me.”

“As you wish~ Oh, they’re about to start, I think. One question: why is Texas on the other side and wearing a suit? And why isn’t Emperor, even though Lappland is in one?”

Amiya shrugged. “Hard to say, Doctor. How did Lappland get to be a groomsman when Bison is- Oh! He’s the officiant.”

“When did he get that certifi-” He stopped as soon as Bison began to read.

“Friends, colleagues, and esteemed leaders of Rhodes Island,” the Forte began. “While I stand before you today acting in a merely ceremonial capacity in this celebration, I cannot begin to tell you how exciting a day this is not just for us at Penguin Logistics, but for Rhodes Island as a whole. Never have I seen a pair more in love than the two who come here today to declare their union in holy matrimony. Will the groom please come forward?”

From a door off to their right, there was a bit of a ruckus, followed by Croissant stepping through with a sheepish smile on her face as Emperor walked her to the altar before taking a front-row seat. Evidently, she’d knocked over a coat rack or something as she’d approached the door, but that wasn’t what grabbed people’s attention.

The Doctor squeezed Amiya’s hand. “Our Croissant is a rather handsome woman, isn’t she?”

“Oh, hush, dear.” She lightly slapped his hand, which was resting atop hers on the chair arm between them. “I think she looks lovely.”

“That’s what I meant, darling, just in a masculine sense. The style matches her perfectly, and the tailoring is also impeccable, honestly.”

She gave him a look. “Have you been studying this sort of thing?”

“It’s important to have a broad knowledge base.” He smiled as the Forte stepped up to the altar, clearly noticed she’d missed her mark, and shuffled a little to get into place. “Oh, Cross...”

“Uh...thank y’all for comin’. Wudn’t sure how many people’d wanna come when we’d already tied the knot on our own, but uh...It means a lot ta both of us, I know. Uh...” She probably had more, but she choked up with tears in her eyes in the face of Rhodes Island’s full support on display. “Th-thank y’all so much...”

As Texas patted her on the shoulder, Bison continued. “Is the bride ready?”

“As ready as she’ll ever be,” Mostima muttered as the opposite door opened to reveal a procession: Greyy with a pair of rings displayed on a pillow walking with Gummy, who was sprinkling the floor behind them with flowers. Behind them, Magallan was arm-in-arm with Angelina, who was wearing a suit of her own.

“Oh my God,” Amiya gasped in wonder. “Doctor-”

He nodded, squeezing her hand. “I see her, too, dear.”

“Hot damn,” Emperor audibly muttered, catching the attendees off-guard and eliciting more than a few laughs.

“Thank you, Emperor.” Angie smiled at him before turning to the crowd as Maggie took a seat. “My parents aren’t here, and I doubt they’d have agreed to attend if I’d told them, but Penguin Logistics is more like my family than anyone. The other day, I finally married into it, and...I just wanna say, to everyone from Rhodes Island who was able to make it, and the folks who had work to do, I appreciate everything you’ve all done for Cross and me since I got here. Even if this probably isn’t what any of you saw coming...Bison?”

He smiled. “Greyy, if you would?” The Perro held out the pillow for the couple to each take a ring. “Excellent. Now, as I wasn’t able to be fully ordained in time for this ceremony, I can’t lead the two in a recital of their vows, but they asked to be able to each say something here today. Angelina, if you will?”

“I think my wifesband should go first,” she teased, grinning at the blush that turn of phrase created.

“Well, ya only get ta do this right once, huh...” The Forte wiped at her eye. “Hoo boy. I was there the night Angie realized her feelin’s fer me, but I’ll a’mit, e’er since the firs’ day I saw ‘er, I ‘ad a pretty good ide-er just ‘ow wun’erful she is. Ain’t a lotta girls in’a world that got both a good ‘ead on ‘er shoulders and a warm ‘eart like she got, but ‘at ain’t e’ry’in ta love ‘bout ‘er either. Not sure if she ‘members this, but first time we met was back when she aksidelly went’n PL lookin’ fer the Doctor. Nothin’ like ‘avin’ some’n so gorjus tell ya ‘Sorry, was lookin’ fer some’n else,’ ya know?”

A bit of laughter from the crowd before she continued. “I reckon I ‘ad the last laugh there, tho’, cuz’ guess ‘oo gets to call ‘erself Mrs. Ajimu now...Angelface, we were friends long ‘fore I thought we ‘ad a chance at bein’ lovers, so you know when I say I’ve seen ya at yer best and yer worst, I ain’t tryin’a diss ya. There ain’t a nuther person in ‘is room as lucky as me t’day, ‘cuz the love of my life loves meh back...Ya prolly shud stop meh, else I’ll just keep ram’lin’.”

“That’s alright; even if these folks have other places to be, I’d listen to every word. You know, darling, if it was a nightmare that inspired you to propose to me when you did, I have to wonder what happens when you have a good dream, but I think I’ve been living in one since the day we had our first date. Between movie nights with the company and waking up to your smile in the mornings, it’s like living in one of the cheesy teen novels I loved reading after floating up to one of my usual spots. Loving you is a flashback and a memory and a dream and a reality all rolled up in knowing that, whatever happens - arguments, deployments that separate us, maybe even one of us getting hurt - there’s nothing in the world that’ll stop me from needing you, wanting you, standing by your side...Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me...” Having said her piece, tears in her eyes, Angie reached out and slid her ring on Cross’s finger, who did the same in turn.

“I think I’m gonna cry,” the Doctor whispered to his date, who already was. “G-good call on the back sea--” And there went the water works.

Across most of the auditorium, actually, save for those physically incapable, and Bison, who soldiered on regardless. “That said, before we get to the festivities provided by Emperor and Magallan for the evening, it’s my duty to ask: if anyone here has any objection to this union - not that it will matter from a legal standpoint - speak now or forever hold your peace...Good, because I’d punch you myself if you did. Then, by the power invested in me by Rhodes Island and subsidiary company Penguin Logistics-”

“When did that happen?” Amiya asked in a hushed voice. “I thought we were just partners with them?”

“Closure and Emperor came to some kind of understanding. I wasn’t there for the process, I just signed the agreement.”

“-I now announce you to the world as Mrs. and Mrs. Ajimu. You may now kiss your bride.”

You didn’t have to ask them twice.

The celebration afterwards was wild as hell. Emperor had an impromptu concert (as expected); Bison proposed to Mostima, who actually agreed before falling apart in a spectacular show of emotion Exusiai had thought was impossible for her; the Doctor and Amiya tore up the dance competition that broke out, but narrowly lost to Croissantwich and Angelface in the karaoke contest afterwards; Lappland admitted that she wasn’t actually in love with Texas but trying to rile her up into a duel so she could get to Exusiai the entire time, which actually got the Texas family’s most composed to go full Mafia Samurai on her ass as the Sankta and the idol looked on in a mix of horror and “omg I knew it;” and through it all, drink was had, and merry was made.

Terra was a difficult place to live in. Poverty, inequality, terror, bloodshed, fear, hatred, jealousy - they’re no less potent or prominent on its surface than any other world’s, a product of the inevitable confluence of humanity’s imperfections magnified across a barely-numerable and broadly-scattered population. With all that said, though, there was much to live for, and as Angelina and Croissant made it home and threw themselves out of their clothes for the ‘real’ celebration of the evening, none of that mattered. Tomorrow would come, or it wouldn’t, but that night was theirs in a way no other would be...

#arknights #arknights fic #croissant (arknights)#angelina (arknights)#emperor (arknights)#magallan (arknights)#texas (arknights)#sora (arknights)#exusiai (arknights)#bison (arknights)#mostima (arknights)#amiya (arknights)#how is it that writing this was faster than the last two...#i love this pair #and i wish them all the best #tbh no idea where this would go from here #but then again it's like that with most fics that people ask me to continue somehow #but uh...yeah #'ave a good'n

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oneshotnewbie · 4 years

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Could you do a oneshot where B!D passes out?

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It was one of the hottest days in National City and the sun was shining and showing it’s sunbeams in full shape. Everyone seemed to enjoy this day. You saw families walking in the park where you always walked past in the morning and even the streets were more crowded than normal.

Only you didn’t like the heat. You were never the type of summer, you were more excited about the winter but since the climate got worse every year, the summer was a real torture for you.

Especially in the tight suit of the DEO you were in a stupid situation. It stuck to every part of your body and felt like you could swim in it by your own sweat.

„Jesus, that heat!“ You folded your arms on the table and rested your head on top of it.

You heard a grunt from your right and looked up slightly. Your best friend, Winn, sat in his chair and hid his fat grin behind a hand he held in front of his mouth as he looked at you.

„Don’t laugh so stupid, how many degrees do we have right now?“

„102.2 to be exact.“

„TOO MUCH!“ you cried out loud as you threw your head back on your arms.

A wave of dizziness came over you and you stood there for a while, hoping it would retreat soon. But when after a few seconds the dizziness still didn’t got better, you pulled yourself up and clawed yourself with full force to the table.

Apparently, Winn had noticed that something was wrong when in your washed-out look, his face turned from a happy to a worried look in seconds.

He got up and walked around the table, put an arm around your shoulder and pulled you slowly with you. „Alex, something is wrong with her.“ Winn spoke as you walked through the door of the lab where you eldest sister worked.

Immediately she threw aside the things she had in her hands and jumped in front of you. With her index finger, she brought your face up to look at you. „She looks pale, let’s get her to the med bay so I can check her out.“

But you didn’t get that far. Shortly after your sister uttered those words, the corners of your eyes darkened in a deep black and pulled you along in a deep sleep.

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Trembling, you woke up and looked around as your eyes accustomed to the light. You were right where your sister wanted to take you, in the med bay. The beeping of the machine next to you took your full attention and you looked up. You were connected to a heart monitor followed by a rod and a bag of saline solution.

Again a deep cold pervaded you and you looked at your body. You were no longer in your suit, instead in a shirt and a pair of shorts. Cool packs were under your knees, on your sides and under your armpits, followed by your neck.

„What the hell..?“

„You are awake, how beautiful.“ A bright voice noted and your startled to the exit of the room. There was standing your alien sister, her arms crossed in front of her chest, slowly walking towards you. „You don’t know how you scared the shit out of Alex and me. She’s really mad at you that’s why she isn’t here right now.“

Confused, you looked up, not knowing what she was talking about. „What happened?“

„What’s happened? You were pretty dehydrated and overheated. When did you last drink something?“

„I don’t know exactly. The heat makes it hard for me and takes any desire to eat or drink.“ You said softly.

„You don’t know? You know that you used to have kidney problems in the past. You were about to have kidney failure and almost lost your life. Alex and I.. Mom.. We almost lost you.“ She spoke, almost screaming and you flinched, you were not used to it.

Kara walked to the table at the other end of the room and poured you a glass of water. Walking around you, she sat down on the edge of the bed and held out the glass. „Drink.“

You did what she told you and you gave her the empy glass back. You backed away and knocked your hand on the empty seat next to you. Immediately she understood and layed down next to you with a smile as she embraced you in a tight hug.

„I’m sorry I scared you both, it was not on purpose. I didn’t want that to happen.“ You mumbled as you buried your head into her chest.

„It’s okay, Alex and I know you didn’t do this willingly and I am sorry that I was so loud, I was just scared for you. It seems like I have to take better care of you and make sure you drink enough.“ She laughed and poked you in the side. Laughing, you twitched and kept hiding in her.

You had the best sisters you could ever imagined.

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myoui-xxi · 5 years

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Jisoo (BLACKPINK)

i combined two requests cause they're basically the same BUT thank you to two lovely anons 💕

You ran your palms across the material of your dress with an intention of smoothing out the possible wrinkles on it, unable to see properly under the dim lights. Lights were turned back on and the bass slowly started to shake the entire arena. You sat up straight in the area that was reserved for idols specifically, your members on each side of you.

Every pair of eyes in the arena was focused on the stage, deafening screams coming from the area behind you that was shining with pink lightsticks. The atmosphere went up as soon as the artificial fog cleared and revealed four forms on the stage. Jisoo opened the song with her low raspy vocals and you struggled to keep a straight face, aware of the dozen cameras focused on the audience reactions that included yours as well.

You felt like you were going to burst throughout the entire performance, hiding every movement and facial expression that you wanted to show as you internally swooned over the sight of your girlfriend. The crop top she wore under her suit jacket along with some tight shorts and high heels, all combined with the demanding choreography that made her neck and abs glisten with sweat, caused your insides to burn.

Since BLACKPINK was the act that closed the show, it didn't take long for all the idols to stand up and get ready for a huge group photo on the main stage. As you walked up the stairs with your arm looped through your member's, you locked eyes with Jisoo who was already standing on the stage with her members near her. There was a small smile on her face right before she broke the eye contact, pretending to focus on something else.

Just a few feet away from them, you saw a couple of TWICE members bowing to you. You bowed back, your members following right behind before some of them engaged in a conversation. Chaeyoung appeared by your side in a matter of milliseconds, her arms around you and squeezing you in a tight hug, "I missed your stupid ass, our schedules have been sick."

You smiled at her small form softly, but the action was short-lived when you noticed several small tattoos covering her left arm making your eyes widen, "When did these happen?!" Chaeyoung let out a laugh that revealed her dimples before looking down at her arm, twisting the wrist softly.

"I think about a week ago. I got all of these in three days", she laughed again after seeing the expression on your face before opening her mouth to explain further. She was soon interrupted by one of her members, a blonde figure appearing by her side.

"Imagine the look on my face when she jumped on my bed three days in a row with the 'Sana unnie, look what I got'", she mocked her voice, earning a smack on her arm. You bursted out in laughter, earning a few looks from the other idols. That included your girlfriend who was still merely a couple of feet away, her gaze focused on you.

You suddenly felt fingers threading through your hair that was resting on your shoulder, followed by a gasp, "Wait, when did you get highlights? They look amazing."

Sana complimented you and a shy smile sneaked onto your face, causing her to smirk, "Thank you. I see you bleached your hair again, it looks good."

Your statement caused her eyebrows to go up, eyes never leaving yours as she tilted her head to the side, an innocent expression typical for her plastered on her "Just good?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at her, "Gorgeous. You look gorgeous", your words just intensified her smirk and the further conversation was interrupted by MC's voice that called for idols to find their places for the group photo. You looked around to find your members and saw them mixed with the rest of the members of TWICE next to you, already ready for the photo.

"Come here, stand next to me", Sana whispered in your ear before sneaking an arm around your waist in a tight grip. She pulled you towards herself, your hips touching. Chaeyoung was long gone, already in Rosé's embrace as they prepared for the photo. You glanced at them and accidentally caught Jisoo's eyes, the intense stare making your breath hitch. You broke the eye contact as fast as you could and brought your gaze to the floor. You could swear you'd never seen an angrier expression on your girlfriend's face.

You heard a giggle coming from Sana's mouth, her ego blowing up after thinking her hand on your body was the reason for the change in your breathing, "You're cute."

After dozen camera flashes almost blinded you, you blinked a couple of time to get rid of the black spots from your vision. While the idols that were near the front part of the stage already started to walk down, you took the opportunity to bow to the rest of TWICE members near you. The oldest member noticed you and Sana before walking up to you and pulling you in a quick hug.

"We made plans in this restaurant downtown, we basically have the entire place to ourselves", Nayeon said, motioning to both your and her members, "I'm not taking no for an answer", she sent a wink your way before walking past you, to reach BLACKPINK, you guessed. Your assumption was confirmed when you heard her repeating almost the same words to the four girls.

"So, are you going?" Sana's voice interrupted your eavesdropping session and you looked up at her, her face lit up in expectation of your answer.

"Uh..." you muttered, slightly turning your head like you did minutes before just to catch Jisoo staring. She broke the eye contact as soon as you caught her and you managed to see Jennie's several nods towards Nayeon as a confirmation to her invite.

"Yeah", you smiled at Sana, seeing her face cheer up once again, "I'll see you there."

It wasn't long until the three groups went different paths, each heading to their own van. The drive to the restaurant lasted less than 10 minutes and like Nayeon had said, you really had the entire place to yourselves. Lights in the front part of the restaurant that was visible from the street were dimmed and it would make you think the place was closed. A very polite waiter lead the way and took you and your group into the large secluded area. Both groups, all thirteen members, were already seated at the long table that stretched almost throughout the entire length of the room. One side of the table had chairs while the seating area on the other side consisted of leather seats that looked like booths, combined and stretching parallel to the table.

As your members scattered around to find seats, already engaging into conversations, you found Jisoo by the end of the table. Her eyes were already on you and she sent a wink your way before motioning to the empy seat next to her. You were slightly taken aback by your girlfriend's sudden change but relieved at the same time. In the end, you knew she trusted you and everyone knows about Sana's flirty personality. The girl turned out to have a seat right opposite of you and she wasted no time in starting another conversation with you.

When you first sat down, you felt a strong urge to kiss your girlfriend right there, in front of everyone. Jisoo must have sensed it cause she shot you a sneaky smile while glancing at your lips before reaching down and squeezing your thigh in some sort of consolation. Throughout the night, Sana never stopped with flirty comments and winks your way. Not a single move or facial expression went unnoticed by Jisoo who kept coughing subtly. You heard her inhaling a sharp breath when Sana's tongue peeked out to lick her bottom lip while her eyes shifted to your chest for the briefest moment. A chill ran through your body when you felt Jisoo's fingers slowly dancing towards your thighs. She used some pressure, pressing on certain spots on your inner thighs that were covered in marks, her marks, that she left on you the previous night. You winced at the slight pain, alarming a couple of people near you.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Jisoo asked with an innocent face, pressing on the bruises once again. You nodded, excusing yourself from the table before hearing Sana's suggestion to come with you.

"It's okay, Sana, I got it", your girlfriend sounded extremely calm, not surprising due to her acting skills.

The actual size of the restaurant surprised you cause it took you some time to reach the women's restroom. You barely took two proper steps inside when you heard the door click, followed by an arm grabbing your waist. Your body collided with Jisoo's, her mouth finding yours and swallowing your moan at the sudden action. Both of her hands were now gripping your waist, holding you captive against her.

You closed your eyes to savour the taste of her after craving it the entire night. Just as you were about to bring your hands up to your girlfriend's face, the ones that were on your waist started to apply pressure, making you take a couple of steps back. Jisoo kept pushing you until she basically shoved you against a wall, smirking victoriously after having you gasp in her mouth.

She pulled back just to grab your chin in her hand and peck your lips, "Mine", she let out, dark eyes glancing at your now lipstick-smudged mouth. There were a dozen more kisses left on your lips, jawline, neck and collarbones, each followed with another "mine."

You were successful with keeping quiet, but all hell broke loose when she used her hands to push your dress up your body, crumpling up the material near the area of your bellybutton. She smirked at the sight of dark bruises scattered around your inside thighs, this time running her fingers up them gently. One hand suddenly grabbed your thigh, just above the knee and pulled it up, making you wrap your leg around her waist.

Jisoo looked back at you, on angry expression similar to the one she gave you when Sana grabbed your waist plastered on her face. Shivers ran through your body, only intensifying when you felt not two, but three of her fingers moving your panties to the side and entering you halfway. You almost screamed at the sudden stretch, wrapping both arms around Jisoo's neck to support yourself. You cursed while trying to set your breathing back to normal, soon realizing it's an impossible mission due to the euphoria your girlfriend was making you feel as her expert fingers went it knuckle deep. As your hands were looped around her neck, she went it and took the opportunity to kiss your neck, groaning against your skin in a low tone.

"God, you're so wet for me", she dragged out, "I bet Sana could never fuck you like this, huh?"

"N-no", you barely stuttered out, your weak body getting pressed against the wall harder by each thrust of Jisoo's fingers.

"What was that?"

"No", you repeated, pushing her head against your neck as she nibbled on the skin, "Only you can. I'm yours."

"Good girl", you moaned at her words and it only set her off further. You kept on encouraging her by moaning her name and felt your body growing weaker by each thrust. She must have felt you clenching around her fingers cause it caused her to fuck you harder, sending you sprinting towards the edge, "Are you gonna cum for me, beautiful?"

You only managed to nod once before your head went up, screaming in ecstasy as her fingers kept on pumping. Your walls were choking them and it only duplicated your orgasm as Jisoo whispered praises in your ear. Her arm supported you as your leg left her waist right after she pulled her fingers out.

"We've been gone for a while, we should go back to the dinner", you said after finally regaining your breath and pulling Jisoo into a kiss. She hummed against your lips, "I'm sure Sana is dead worried about you."

You rolled your eyes at her, about to shoot a snarky comment her way when she suddenly brought a hand up, the one that was inside of you moments earlier. You noticed your juices still dripping from her fingers before she took them in her mouth, eyes not leaving yours as she sucked and licked every part of her hand dry.

"Well", you closed your mouth as fast as you opened it when she interrupted you, "You're not feeling good and I just had a meal. We should go back to your dorm so I can help you with your situation again, how about that?"

#blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink x reader #blackpink smut #jisoo #jisoo imagines #jisoo x reader #jisoo scenarios #jisoo smut

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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 5 years

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The Night the War Ended

Donny Donowitz x Fem!Reader/ Postwar AU :)

Requested by @asconfusedasonecanbe

sorry it's kind of long, I got a little carried away with it xD

@war-obsessed, @owba-chan

Let me know if you guys wannabe tagged in these! <3

France, 1945

"DONNY LET'S GO."

Donny pulled his arm away from Omar's hand as he set off one last round, the fire beginning to devour the nazis.

"DONNY."

Donny turned around and faced Omar, "What?!"

Omar patted Donny on the chest once, over his pocket. The pocket he'd been keeping a ring in for a year. "What about y/n?!"

Donny stopped frowning. He looked back at the nazis, and the fire that had trapped them. He looked into Hitler's unrecognizable face, then back at Omar, who had untied his explosives. “For Y/n, Donny...”

Donny nodded once, and followed suit.

The two basterds made it out, and were halfway across the street when the cinema collapsed under hell’s fire.

Omar turned to Donny, "We did it...it's over!" Omar couldn't have been happier. Despite being one of the younger basterds, he had a wife back in New Jersey, and he couldn't get over the fact that he'd just had a hand in ending the war.

Still, Omar's word's were distant. The fire was surreal. It seemed like a lie, but Donny somehow felt empty.

He'd dedicated the last few years of his life to the war, to the basterds, to this...

He never thought he'd survive.

But if he did, he couldn't survive without you.

It was all he could think of while the Basterds celebrated in the streets with the rest of France that night. It was all he could think of every time he saw you looking up with your smiling eyes.

It unsettled him to think of going back to the same ordinary life he had before the war. There would be congressional medals and interviews, and gawking crowds, no doubt...but when it was all over, when it was all said and done, he'd go back to Boston, and back to work in his father's barber shop. All the basterds, like every other soldier, were expected to just pick up where they left off...

As much as he'd missed home, it wouldn't be the same without Hugo's glares, Wicki's advice, Aldo's stories, Utivich's backtalking, or Omar's snoring. It wouldn't be the same without you by his side, watching his back, and being his saving grace.

That had been home for so long.

Come sunrise, you'd all be split up. Most of the basterds lived somewhere on the east coast, it wasn't too hard to get most of them together, but a reunion just wasn't the same.

And...Donny kept remembering Omar's question, 'What about y/n?'

What about you?

You were from the West Coast.

The Bay Area was a long way from Boston... You wouldn't make it to most of the basterds' reunions...

He couldn't imagine a morning without seeing your eyes. He couldn't imagine a night without hearing you say "G'night, sarge,' and seeing your playful wink.

As he watched you cheer and laugh with the others, he wondered why he couldn't feel like that...

Then Omar caught his eyes.

Donny raised his eyebrows in apprehension, but then looked back at you. He couldn't lose you. Once you went home, things would change forever.

He walked right up to you, and blurted it out. He'd thought about it. He'd thought about it for longer than he'd care to admit, but it didn't quite come out as he expected. He'd thought about it from the moment he met you...He never thought he'd actually make it out of the war. Especially not after his assignment to Operation Kino.

He got a little embarrassed every time he remembered how he proposed. He was still covered in blood and ashes, smelled like smoke and champagne, still not clear-headed, but barely drunk. He looked at you, the words didn't come out the way he always hoped they would, but....they did get the job done. "You wanna get married?"

The moment the words slipped through his lips, he felt like an idiot...

But, you smiled, and kissed him. He may have been an idiot, but he was your idiot, and he was the happiest basterd in the world. At that moment, he didn't think he could be any happier.

But, things didn't get easier. The war ended for everyone on that street that night, but in his mind it didn't. You were his wife, living in his hometown, everything was almost a dream. But sometimes, his hands felt empy without the bat. Sometimes he got suspicious when he woke up in the middle of the night, and it was too quiet. Sometimes he got nervous, expecting to hear boots marching, or B-17s flying overhead, or nazis whispering in the trees in the yard by the window.

The only thing that helped him sleep was remembering you were by his side. He was at ease when he held on to you...

'At ease....' Sometimes he could still hear Aldo's voice running through his mind. Donny would realize he was standing at attention, his hands behind his back, waiting...

He'd have to blink a few times, and remember he was standing in his livingroom, where it was safe and warm. He'd only relax when you planted a kiss on his cheek...

"Donny?"

He'd been staring out the window again.

He blinked "Yeah?"

“Donny.”

He turned to you, “Sorry, doll...”

You smiled a little, and rested the palm of your hand against his cheek. "It's ok, Donny..." He smiled back a little, and felt calm.

"What's going on, doll?"

You smirked a little as you slipped into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, "Well, just between you and me, sarge..."

Donny smirked... It always drove him crazy when you called him that. Even in the actual war... and you knew it.

He gruffly held you by your hips, which you realized might not be the best time for it. You rested your hands over his, "Don, wait..."

He quickly pulled his hands away. Donny was usually more on the rough side, but he was always careful to never actually hurt you. He'd never forgive himself. "Doll-"

"No, no, it's ok, it's just that..." You trailed off, wondering how to break the news to Donny.

"Somethings' wrong..." Donny was afraid. He knew things were too good to be true. After all, he had you...

You shook your head, "Nothing's wrong, Don, don't worry..."

"You're driving me crazy doll, what the fuck's going on?"

"Well..." You smiled softly at him as you pulled his hands over your belly, and rested yours over his, "Just between you and me....soon it won't just be you and me."

Donny froze for a second, trying to figure out if he heard and understood that right. He looked at you, and realized he did. He smiled. He hadn't smiled like that in a long time. "A baby?! We're having a baby?!"

You nodded and he kissed you, and picked you up. Donny didn’t think he could have loved you more than he already did, but he was wrong.

A few months went by.

The Basterds were all together, and visiting you and Donny. You were celebrating the second anniversary of the war's end.

Normally, you would all meet in New York because half of the basterds were from New York, Connecticut, or New Jerseey...but...you were due soon, and although you wanted more than anything to go, Donny didn't want to risk a thing.

So the basterds decided to come to you.

It was almost perfect...

By about five o'clock, you ran out of ice. Donny left for few minutes. Seventeen to be exact. It was a five minute walk there. It took seven minutes to get the clerk to shut up. It took another five minutes to walk back.

When he did get back, everyone was gone...some of the glasses were turned over. Hugo was there.

He was... smiling?

Donny didn't doubt that Hugo snapped. The basterds always joked about that whenever he smiled.

"Hugo...where is everyone?"

"Let's go, Donny."

"Go... What? Where?!"

Hugo rolled his eyes, "With everybody else."

"Ok....but where is everyone?!"

"With y/n"

"Where's Y/n?!"

Hugo smiled and remained silent.

"Hugo. I'm gonna ask you this one more time. Where is my wife?!"

"Having your baby."

"WHAT?!"

Hugo chuckled, "Calm down, they're already on their way to the hospital."

"HUGO. I NEED TO BE THERE."

"Stay calm."

"I AM FUCKING CALM. YOU STAY CALM."

"I don't look calm to you?" Hugo chuckled a little as he patted Donny on the back, "Don't worry, Donny. Hirschberg's driving. Utivich is in the back with her and Wicki. Omar and Aldo somehow fit with them."

Donny calmed down a little, knowing Utivich was your best friend, and tended to be able to keep you calm....then he realized Hugo said Hirschberg was driving.

"HIRSCHBERG?! YOU LET FUCKING HIRSCHBERG DRIVE MY PREGNANT WIFE TO THE HOSPITAL?!"

"Ja...." Hugo slowed down....realizing the mistake.... Hirschberg was a little hotheaded when it came to driving. He once ran over seven nazis in a stolen vehicle because Aldo told him to 'hurry up.' He could only imagine how stressed he was with everything that was going on in that car.

Donny dropped his keys and started running down the street. He was cutting through the streets and alleys, followed by Hugo.

Hugo had never seen Donny run so fast in all the time he'd known him. At one point, he lost sight of Donny and had to ask for directions to the hospital. By the time he arrived, he followed the familiar sound of the basterds' voices, and there was a mob of nurses threatening to either sedate Donny or call the police on him if he didn't sit down.

Donny gave up. His status as a war hero didn't matter. He sat by all the other worried, anxious fathers scattered around the waiting room. He rested his forehead in his hands as his legs shook anxiously. He was there when they pulled a bullet out of your hip. You were there to pull him out of the fire. He wanted to be there when you needed him most...

"At ease, soldier, at ease." Aldo chuckled as he sat by Donny.

Donny smiled a little as he turned to Aldo. He stopped shaking his leg.

Aldo smiled a little. He had a little one running around back in Tennessee, just over a year old. The basterds often joked Aldo didn't waste much time. "You know, it's normal. I was the same way." A doctor came out, and they all held their breath.

"Val Vega?" One of the other men in the waiting room rushed out, Aldo chuckled seeing Donny slump down and sigh in exasperation, "How long's it take Aldo?"

"Weellll...." He cracked his knuckles, "Sometimes an hour or two, my honey done took damn near a day." He smiled in nostalgia, and took out a small folded photograph of him and his daughter. "You know, everything changes when you get a little one running around."

"Change?"

Aldo nodded, and Donny noticed the love in his eyes as he focused on the small picture, "You forget about everything else the moment you look at that child... That baby so tiny, you gon' be scared of it. You gon' be scared of all the things that could ever go wrong, and you gon' be scared of all the things you could, and will do wrong...but you ain't ever gon' hurt that little 'un, and you ain't ever gon' let nothin' happen to it."

"But-"

"Donny, I know you. I know you took care of 'em boys back in France. I know how you took care of Y/n the moment you laid eyes on her. I know you ain't gon' let nothin' happen to that child."

Donny looked down at his hands. For years all he'd done was kill nazis. Aldo knew what was going through his head.

He was in that same place not too long ago...

"Now, look here Donowitz, you made one helluva soldier, one goddamn basterd of a sergeant. You paid off your debit. You took over one hundred nazi scalps. But this is a whole other ballgame, son. You always gon' protect y/n, though between you and me, she ain't need much help...aside from that, you gon' be protective of one life, and one life only." Aldo chuckled, "Well.. till you get another one on the way."

Donny smiled a little, wondering what that perfect life would be like...

Aldo smiled and sighed, "Point is, Donny, you did your due. You pulled your weight. It's time for you to let go of that. We all had to."

Donny looked around at all the basterds. They were pacing around, joking, and smoking together. Sometimes it threw him off to see them all without their boots and knives, and a scalp or two around their belts.

It was odd seeing Hugo in a sweater and a smile, and not undercover with a scowl. It was odd to see Utivich in a clean button up without a drop of blood. It just seemed so surreal.

He wasn't complaining...

He smiled a little, as Aldo went on, "You got yourself one fine life here, Donny. You just gotta live it. Here, and now."

Donny nodded, as he rested his elbow on his knees, and clasped his hands together, and laid his chin over his knuckles. He mumbled, "Here, and now," desparately glancing at the clock.

He almost didn't realize that it was over. All the basterds crowded around him, smiling and cheering him on. His knees were a little shakey when he stood up.

"Donovan Donowitz?"

Donny muttered something under his breath, then nodded, "Yeah that's me..."

"Congratulations, Mr. Donowitz, it’s a boy!"

Donny's heart skipped a beat, his jaw dropped, and he turned to his brothers in arms, "It'S a bOY!!! ITS A BOY! YA HEAR THAT?!"

After the cheering died down, Hugo planted something in Donny's hand.

It was a baseball.

It had all the basterds' signatures on it, and it was tied in a bow.

Omar smirked, "For the kid, not you."

Donny smiled softly, and put in his pocket. "Thanks fellas....I...I gotta.."

Utivich was impatient. He knew that as uncles, they were next in line to see you and the baby... He pushed Donny, "You gotta go."

Donny nodded, "I gotta go see Y/n!" He pushed past the basterds, the doctors, and the mob of nurses finally disassembled, and let him through.

He flung the door open, and his heart stopped the moment he laid eyes on you...

He had never seen you so tired, so worn down, and so beautiful. He saw a blue bundle in your arms...

"Y/n..."

You looked up at Donny, as you gently rocked the baby, and smiled, "Hey there..." You held up the baby's hand, as if he were waving to Donny.

Donny staggered slowly to you.

He pulled hair away from your face, and gasped and spoke softly when he laid eyes on his son for the first time... "Holy shit, Y/n..."

"Donny! Sh...you can't say that in front of him..."

Donny clenched his teeth, "Shit! Sorry! Fuck.....Dammn it! I mean..."

You giggled a little, though it hurt, Donny never failed to bring a smile to your face, "Ok...I think you get an A for effort."

Donny reached for a tissue, and patted away some sweat from your face, "You feel ok, doll? You need anything? Anything hurt? You want me to-"

You shook your head as you looked down at your son, "I'm ok, Donny. Everything's ok. He's ok. More than ok!"

You looked at him in the eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he looked at ease.

Really.

In Donny's eyes, he saw more than the love of his life, and his baby. He saw more than the family and life he always wanted. He saw what he fought for.

You didn't have to say goodbye to each other every morning and fight nazis. That stopped two years before. He didn't have to fight back adrenaline and fear to see another day. He didn't have to fight the urge to stay awake from sunset to sunrise to survive. All that ended two years before.

Donny didn't have to fight for anything except for his family.

"Do you want to hold him?"

Donny looked up at you, hesitant for a moment as he once again looked down at his hands.

You rested one hand over his, and whispered, "It's ok, Don. You're his pop...you and I are the last ones on eath to ever let anything happen to him. It's ok."

Donny smiled a little as he took his baby in his arms, careful to hold up the head. He laughed a little, out of sheer happiness, "Hey, kid..."

It was as if a blind fold was ripped from his eyes. He had everything. He had nothing to be afraid of. He was Donny Donowitz. You were his world. His son was his sky. No one would take that from him.

Not even an army could.

He smiled, his shoulders relaxed as he sat back, cooing at his son, and trying to convince you that naming him after "Teddy fucking Williams," was a great idea.

That night, the war was finally over in Donny’s eyes.

Donny could rest now...

Until 3AM, when Lee got hungry. (You won the name argument.) Other than that, you and Lee were the reason Donny's war finally ended.

Four years later, on Lee's birthday, and on the sixth anniversary of Operation Kino's success, the basterds were all together again, this time by Aldo's cabin up in the Smoky Mountains.

Donny held on to his new baby, his four month old daughter, Bridget with his left hand, and wrapped his right arm around you, as Lee played with Aldo, Hugo, and Omar's kids.

The day before he met you, Donny never expected to love anything more than killing nazis, and his bloody bat.

The night he met you, he never wanted anything more than to end the war with you by his side.

When he got what he wanted, he somehow felt empty...but seeing his family, the brothers he never had, and the love he'd never lose finally living at peace in the world he fought to save, Donny realized he had what he never imagined. He was happier than he'd ever been in his life.

As he rocked his daughter to sleep, he kissed you on the lips. He owed his life, his freedom, and his happiness all to you... He may have repaid his debt to Aldo, but he'd always owe his love and his world to you. As Lee laughed and ran around, and the basterds laughed around a fire like the old days, Donny smiled. He kissed you on the cheek, and sighed in relief as he took it all in.

Donny knew this was it.

He had all the people that mattered by his side, and a life that he fought so hard to protect. Donny smiled, knowing that it would never feel empty again.

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From the ground up

Summary: Bucky x Reader Odinson (Thors Daughter). After Asgard was destroyed you and your surviving Asgardians travel to Earth to start new lives. With help from Stark Industries and some Avengers your able to build a new home and also new relationships.

Warning: probably bad spelling

Not in the mood to proof read so enjoy the shit show of my horrible English skills

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It's been hard for you and your people, ruling over a broken kindom, when you were the most broken of them all. You were a princess with no kingdom, nor castle and half of your people dead and gone. After Asgard was destroyed and your father Thor left you to lead the remaineding Asgardians to Earth, life has been hard.

Trying to pick up the pieces and rising from the ashes felt like something only talked about in old wivestales and wildly exaggerated for motivational speeches. You found a empty field and thought it would be good change for them. The fields were you and your people settled was beautiful and had plenty of resources but it didn't feel like home, not to you, and not to anyone else.

Luckily your not alone and after the beautiful quite fields started to fill with small town houses and little stores you got word that Tony Stark would send some of his best men to help improve New Asgard and build bigger and better homes.

As soon as the sun rose you where up to greet Tony and his employees as his huge aircraft lands, his roaring engines sweeping wind across the whole town. The doors to the large craft open, slamming on the soft green grass. from the entrance you can see three silhouettes walk towards you and into the sunlight.

Tony stood infront of you Steve Roger's and Bucky Barnes standing beside him. You fling your arms around Tony thanking him profusely for offering to help you. Looking up from his shoulder you nob and smile at the two men you were very familiar with. In that moment the aircraft empyed and out poured atleast a hundred Stark employees with tools and large metals for building.

The rest of the day consisted of the workers moving the equipment and building materials off of the aircraft and setting up stations to start their projects for the morning. Days at New Asgard were beautiful the sun shined bright and hot while cool breezes ran through it mixing with the fresh ocean air. But the mornings are a bit colder and dew formed on the windows of the homes and on the grass in the fields blanketing the place with small drops.

It was 6am and Starks employees were already up working on the construction of the town. Tony, Bucky, and Steve agreed on staying and helping you rebuild your house. You were woken up by the sound of hammering and welding going on in what use to be your livingroom. You sprung out of your bed and headed to your bathroom. After putting on your clothes you walked towards the kitchen to make a few cups of coffee for your guests.

Yes Asgard was known for having the best beer in all of the galaxy but what you enjoyed most about Asgard was its coffee. It was the finest coffee you have ever tasted. The smell of the beans as they crush brang joy and so many happy memories to you. You didn't bring much from your old home but you knew you needed to bring plenty of bags of your rich luscious coffee beans.

You brewed four cups, you and Steve liked your coffees with cream and sugar, Tony and Bucky liked theirs plain and black. Placing the cups on a tray you head to your friends, handing Tony his cup and then Steve as they thanked you. You look around but cant find Bucky anywhere. Standing with the tray that still had cups that's steam rolled off of the hot liquid you asked.

"Wheres Bucky?" confused and disappointed from not spotting him right away. (Since you meet Bucky you've had the biggest crush on him. You loved his sparkly blue eyes and how his dark black hair fell perfectly in place and never needed tending to.)

" Hes outside, He started earlier then we did so hes taking a break in the back" Steve says while pointing to theback door.

You smile at Steve and head outside seeing Bucky right away. He was sitting at the edge of the cliff that your house sat upon, staring at the waves crash on the rocks below. You cleared your throat making sure not to sneak up on him and startle him. Not that you could startle him I mean he was genetically engineered super Assassin but you made yourself known anyway. He turned his head and a small smile formed on his soft lips. You placed the tray with the two cups beside him as you joined him on the edge of the cliff.

You hadn't known Bucky as long as you've known Steve and Tony but you'd like to consider him a close friend more then an acquaintance for sure, but you wanted to be more then friends much more then friends with this handsome man you sat inches away from. You two watched the waves in silence for a few seconds.

"Its beautiful" you say, turning your head to look at Bucky

"Its like nothing I've ever seen before. I like it better then the old Asgard" He says still looking out to the clear blue water.

You cant help but think of the stunning city you once called home. You spent your childhood in your beautiful castle that towered above the rest of the houses. You missed it so much it hurt, you shook your head and changed the subject

" I made you coffee i think you should drink it before it gets cold, Asgardian coffee is best when it's still hot". You say while handing him the cup.

He turns his body to face you breaking the trance he was in, nods and grabs the warm cup by its handle. He looked up, eyes shooting through you as he smiled again, this time your heart sunk to your stomach as his hand grazed your for a second while he reached for the coffee. You were stuck and couldn't move for some reason he had a hold on you that you couldn't break. It was those beautiful eyes you got lost in, they were like deep pools pulling you in and all you could do was stare. You snapped out of it when you felt a cool breeze brush against your cheek.

You and Bucky finished your coffee after a few minutes of small talk. He loved how nice and easy it was to talk to you, it was almost effortless. He was telling you about the ride over here and how excited he was to see you after not needing able to visit you for months. Your cheeks were hurting for smiling so much and you didn't want the conversation to end. But reality creeped in and Bucky stood up placing his empty cup back on its tray.

"Well I better get back to helping the guys, Stark made a schedule for us and unfortunately I have to go give Steve a break. Thank you so much for the coffee y/n I really enjoyed talking to you".

"You're welcome" you say as he walks in your house already picking up some tools that laid on the table amongst the mess that was your livingroom.

Construction went on for weeks and everyday you'd have the same routine to bring coffee to everyone working on your house. You and Bucky grew closer, having small and meaningful talks that got longer and longer day by day. He enjoyed spending time with you and the talks and You were starting to fall hard for Bucky.

This morning Bucky was already awake and in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Filling the house with the delicious smell of banana pancakes and warm maple syrup. You walk in the kitchen fresh out of your slumber the smell of the delico]us breakfast drawing you to the kitchen. You look around to see only you and Bucky in your house.

"Hey Bucky, Where is everyone" you say as you walked lazily through the kitchen.

"They left on a mission later last night, I told them I'd stay and keep you some company, I doubt they need me for this one". Bucky explained and you bite down on your cheek trying to contain the smile that was forming on your lips.

What Bucky didn't tell you was that he'd suggested to Steve and Tony earlier that they should go back to New York to pick up some more materials for building up the rest of the town. They both knew that he just wanted to be alone with you because construction in town was nearly finished but they didn't protest and did as he said leaving promptly last night.

"Well well well looks like your stuck with me". You joke grinning and nudging him with your hip.

He let's out the cutest laugh you've ever heard and your heart swells just by the sound of his pure happiness. The two of you eat your pancakes outside since it's such a beautiful warm day and you don't want to be stuck inside all morning.

"So what do you want to do today Bucky Boi?" You say. his brows scrunch together forming a confused look.

"I.. I didn't have anything planned, I was just gonna hang with you since most of Starks employees have gone back to New York with Tony and Steve". Bucky says

"Well it's your day off that means we have to do something fun, I have a great idea I'll clean the dishes from breakfast while you go change into some shorts you say". You shout in excitement ready for the fun and (romantic) day you had planned for the two of you.

Without questioning Bucky jumped to his feet and went inside to change into his shorts while you finished up the dishes and changed into a cute black sun dress with sleeves that sat off your shoulders and sunflowers all over. You packed a bag full of nessesatys and headed out the door were Bucky waited for you in a plain black t-shirt, white shorts (that made his butt look fantastic btw) and some all black sneakers. You couldn't stop but to stare at him from behind before he turned around. You two smiled at each other unaware that both of your hearts were thumping hard in your chests from the sight that was infront of you.

You came closer to him locking your door behind you and you both walk out into the fields and down the hills that stood between you and the rest of the town. After 20mins of walking you stop infront of a majestic crystal clear lake. Without even informing Bucky you ripped your dress off and tossed down your shoes leaving them in the hot grass.

You wore an all white bathing suit matching Buckys that wasn't to showy but you felt so good in it because it was your best one. Bucky stood frozen in shock watching you test the water with your foot and then dive right in. Your head came out of the water just in time to watch Bucky strip from his shirt and shoes just as you did early. You watched as his tight muscles pressed against his bare skin and how the water reflected in his eyes making them impossibly more blue.

Without hesitation Bucky jumped right in water slashing you in the face. The two of you swam around for hours, You were having the time of your life laughing uncontrollably. You had swimming contests and dunked each other, and even played a little Marco Polo.

It got dark pretty soon but you and Bucky were enjoying yourselves to much to care. You looked up at the sky and watched how it lit up with hundreds of little shinning stars making the scene even more beautiful and even more romantic. You look back at Bucky only to find him staring at you already. You didn't know if it was the moonlight or Buckys heat radiating off of him but your body felt like it was on fire.

You stared into each others eyes feeling like the moon was drawing you closer and closer to Bucky till you can feel his breath on your face and almost hear his heart beat. It was a perfect moment with the man you've loved for a while now. Your breath hitched as he places his hand on your cheek caressing your face with his thumb.

"I have to admit something princess" Bucky says softly

Your mind Is clouded with confusion, and lust

Bucky speaks again "I came here to help a friend but I think... NO! .. I know I've fallen for you, I'm completely and utterly in love with you".

Your heart went from pounding in your chest to completely stopping. Even though you hoped for it, You didn't think he felt the same about you. Without thinking you bring your arms up around his neck. One hand tangled in his hair and the other holding his neck pulling him closer so that your lips FINALLY meet. After weeks of imagining what it would be like the reality of kissing Bucky Barnes was way better then your expectations. He kissed you with passion and love, you felt it radiating out of his body. You stop to take a few deep breaths placing your forehead on his.

"I love you too James Buchanan Barnes" you said with a smirk and you two laughed ducking down for another long passionate kiss.

After that you and Bucky get out of the water drying off and headed back to your house. The night was filled with cuddling, joking, and Lots and LOTS of kissing.

After a few more weeks of construction during which Bucky had asked you to be his girlfriend and of course you said yes. The last day of renovations was tomorrow and soon Bucky, Steve, and Tony will be leaving back to New York and who know when you'll ever get to see Bucky again. So that night you held Bucky closer then usual never wanting to let go, you barely slept while Bucky snored lightly beside you. And with much dread morning came too soon.

You peeled from your bed noticing you were alone, you reached out and touched the spot where Bucky was laying and it was cold, meaning he woke much earlier then you have. Sadness weighed you down and you didn't even want to leave the bed but you did because you needed to find Bucky before he leaves and tell him goodbye.

You walk out to the front of your house to see most of everything already on the aircraft and see Bucky bringing the last of it In. Your heart is so heavy tears start to swell in your eyes knowing that this might be the end. After everything is all loaded up Tony, Steve, and Bucky walk up to you to say their goodbye. You couldn't help but sob, you hated goodbyes you hated it so much.

The two men walk away leaving only you and Bucky in the front of your doorway. Already crying hysterically you hug Bucky as tight as you can not noticing the aircraft's engines turning on and flying off. That same gust of wind flee through your clothes and you pushed off of Bucky in shock.

"They left, why aren't you on there with them?" You say in a panic

"Haha well well well looks like your stuck with me" bucky says

"What do you mean" you respond back

"I'm staying with you princess, I couldn't leave you" bucky says smiling from ear to ear

You continue crying this time tears of joy. You hold him tight and never let him go.

Hed make a fine king you thought to yourself

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