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rioviaa · 1 year ago

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continuation…. uhhh pt 3?? of ?? parts yeah.. we’re all in this deep now.

After a particularly heated clash when link advised they’d allow him to enter the Devine beast and analyze its interior himself, determined that would be where he’d find the root of the cause, Sidon had raised from his chair, fisted hands banged on the table beneath him and disagreed.

“You would be putting my people in danger! But who am I to say that hasn’t been your intention from the moment you first stepped foot into my home?! Have you not had enough?! My dear sister’s soul lies restless now due to your failure and now you wish to wreak havoc and put the lives of my people in danger once more??!!”

The council silently agrees with Sidon’s outburst. Link feels his face heat up in anger at the multiple accusations being thrown at him at once when all he wishes is to make things right! To finally erase the tension between their nations. They were all friends once long ago. The king of hyrule and the king of Zora’s Domain got along graciously in the past. The Zoras and Hylians fought wars together. Yet now they fight wars against each other. And it was all his fault..

“I would never understand how my dear sister could ever fall in love with a hylian. Much less a hylian who would lead her to her very death.”

Link felt his resolve snap in that very moment. All that he has endured until that very moment that had been carefully sealed away in the pits of his chest and mind, forcefully opened and began to spill into his every muscle, limb, vein, cell and soul. He had given up his life for these people once. And yet that wasn’t enough for them to see that he was willing to do so again. For their trust and safety. For hyrule. For Zelda. It was never enough. Never enough. Useless. Pathetic. Prince Sidon is right. All the zora who see him as the murder of their princess are right. Just as he felt bazz’s comforting cold hand rest on his shoulder, link bursts. He slams his palms on the table so hard he is sure they’ll turn red later. with his head lowered so his hair cascaded down, hiding his misted eyes filled with unshed tears and quivering chapped lips from his anxious biting after giving his proposition. He was always known for his void of expressions, always focused but never present. Eyes always staring off into the vast horizon, plump lips in a permanent soft frown. But now. Now the hero holds back tears. Now the champion trembles. Now the knight who once held the sword to seal the darkness gasps for air. Now the hylian let’s his trembling lips separate from their permanent shackles of silence. And speaks. No. Rasps.

“I was not the one who took her life.”

the room grew silent. Eerily so. And Sidon is left astonished. Speechless. As much as the hylian in front of him, who now stands hunched over across this very unnecessarily long table. until that very moment that he wasn’t and spoke. But that initial shock soon fades. And anger resides. Deep within. Emerging in scorching flames. Dangerously close to his heart. His soul. His hands shake. His webbed fingers being forced into a fist for the sake of keeping himself at bay. Forcing his every muscle in his damned body to not leap across this long fucking table and strangle the life out of the hylian in front of him. Just as he should’ve been at the start, instead of his dear sister.

“You dare speak nonsense!? Whom was she willing to risk it all for in order to stand by them? Whom was she so adamant on training for to protect? Whom was she so enamored for to only be lead to her death? Whom!? Answer me!”

Sidon has had enough. Enough of the hylian in front of him who claims innocence and seeks trust. Enough of his father’s hopefulness for what was once present but now long past. Enough of pretending to have moved on from his sisters last breath. Enough of the loneliness that comes with a kingdom that is forever encapsulated for the sake of their safety. Enough.

“She wished to protect you. Her father. Her people.

“Quiet..”

The hylian coughs for a few seconds before clearing his throat. His voice hoarse with disuse. His throat burning with sudden use. Eyes still stinging. Lips still quivering. Eyes still hidden in the shadow of dirty blonde locks of hair. He would say they remind him of the ambers in stones above mountains if not for his anger seething his very senses.

“She wished to live. To heal. To love.”

“Quiet I said..”

Sidon feels his heart almost burst at the seams. Truths. But lies. Lies because she wouldn’t have chosen to protect a mere hylian over her younger brother. She would’ve stayed if what he mutters is to be true. Would’ve refused the hylian princess’ proposal. Would’ve reached the age to be passed down the crown to. To become the most beautiful, kindhearted, adoring, powerful queen in the land as she was fated to.

“She wished to see you grow. To teach you more. To hold you close. She wished..”

“I SAID QUIET YOU!”

It is then that Sidon unsheathed his weapon and without a single thought but to silence the one before him, hurls the trident towards the host of the voice that will now taunt his very being in sleepless nights where the moon is high and his chest buried deep in the sands of lurelin village. He sees not if it pierces through his chest and cuts his heart to seize. Does not see if the hylian falls to his knees eyes wide in horror and pain. Does not see.. what truly transpired in those few seconds. Where bazz jumps before the very hylian he had intended to kill once and for all. And raises his weapon just as the trident appears before him. And blocks the attack. Protected the hylian from the deathly spear of the prince’s ceremonial trident. The one he has aimed towards the hylian just weeks prior when he had been watching the hylian from afar since he had the audacity to first step foot near the domain. That very trident now falls to the luminescent tile with a clank of metal against stone. Loud. In a silent room. Bazz has just crossed a line the Prince will never forgive. And that is for him to fall prey to what his sister had fallen to a century ago. And that was to protect the hylian with their life. Save them. But this time link wasn’t saved from the horrors of the calamity. But instead. From the rage of a mourning younger zora brother. And that said brother was now storming out the room with tears in his eyes and memories of his dear sister fresh in his mind.

ok so I recently purchased the dlc and with that came loads of new story (which I adore tremendously!!) but it also came with new armor and one set particularly stood out to me: the royal guard uniform. I have pretty much been holding off on doing mipha’s champions’ ballad (because pain) but i decided to finally go for it. Now where am I going with this? Well. I had just obtained the royal guard set and was walking through zora’s domain when a little idea struck me:

Context: What if after the death of the king’s treasured daughter, Princess Mipha - a death that the zora blamed entirely on Link, causes the rest of the zora people to become weary of not only the hylian champion but as well as all hylians. thus creating a division between the zora’s and the rest of hyrule. this sudden change of mindset for the zora affected not only the trading systems, diplomatic relations, and personal relationships between both regions but also the nearby regions began to grow weary on where they should stand. for a 100 years this sort of rivalry grew to the point of both regions either growing to fear each other or actively become hostile towards the other whenever given the chance. tensions continued to grow. king dorephan is saddened by how his people’s mindset has drastically changed to hating the fellow hylians that once roamed and adored his domain. now either party would either flee at the sight of one or the other. leaving the domain to be filled with a looming silence. or they would storm into the grounds of the other with weapons unsheathed, piercing screams filling the once harmonious land. Torn by his grief of his fallen child and the hostility of his people towards any hylian who might dare wander too close to the domain, the king of the zora domain demands a permanent lockdown on their home. No one goes in. No one goes out. for the sake of his people and the hylian’s safety. at least that is what he has tried to convince himself for the past decade.

Then a miracle appears.

Link wakes as he normally does so in game and goes on about through his journey as he was intended to. When suddenly an obstacle halts his path. Quite literally. Zora’s domain is engulfed by a huge almost luminescent dome that prohibits any sort of entry. link is conflicted so he roams about the domain for days on end in hopes of finding any sort of answers but comes short when suddenly on the third day something occurs. He had completed his rounds of circling the domain for any sort of sign of entry when he feels the hairs behind his neck rise and the feeling of being watched becomes apparent. he goes into a defensive stance and begins to quickly glance around his surrounds without moving a muscle. He is about to call it quits, blame it on a fox in a bush nearby when he hears a muffled splash of water to his right. He quickly shifts his feet to face the sudden sound to then be face to face with a zora in glistening armor, piercing yellow eyes resembling the very sun above their heads and scales as red as the blood moon that looms over the vast lands of hyrule that wreaks havoc in its path. A zora trident flashes in his view, it’s deathly piercing spears leading directly to his chest. Instinct overtakes and it’s not long before he unsheathes his weapon and hears metal against metal clash, causing a piercing sound to ricochet. He slightly winces at the powerful clash clearly overpowering his still weakened state. once he catches his bearings on the blockage that possibly just saved his life from being filleted into a fine royal cuisine topped with peppers, salts, spices and hylian rice on the side link takes a moment to further study the figure before him. a zora he takes note. A very. Tall. Zora. Very very intimidating. But also alluring. With a large dorsal fin resembling a hammerhead shark and teeth so large they could probably kill him with a single bite. His (totally respectful) staring of the zora is cut short when a group of more zora, all different in size shape and color approach and surround him on all sides with their own tridents pointed towards him, sharp eyes throwing their own daggers. the tall (gorgeous) zora seems to take advantage of link being distracted and jerks his trident upwards thus releasing its hold from links sword and making him stumble backwards for a few seconds before catching his feet a mere inches from the trident a zora behind him had pointed towards his back. That same trident is then aimed closer towards him followed by the glistening trident of the taller zora that had almost killed him seconds ago. This is a threat. He is being threatened. They have murder in their minds and eyes. And link is the unfortunate prey.

This has gotten.. long.

But basically their first meeting is nothing but hostile and threatening. Far from the kindhearted gestures and replaced by hesitance and guilt. He is probably thrown into a cell for further questioning in his reason for being so near the domain and his identify.

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idunnowhattowriteheretbh · 8 months ago

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Hello welcome to another part of "Amari is doing anything else but study" and today I thought about HIVE uniforms because I really don't want to study history skksksk

Also imma pray that tumblr is going to be nice to me lmao

Anyway

I was thinking about how the uniforms could look like and rn I can't remember if Captain said anything about em or nah

Cryo is inspired by Bear I guess? Brain not braining rn but I think it was inspo for the fluff because not everyone is capable of handling cold temperatures. Also it looks cool. +longer coat because that makes sure there's more warmth and I bet the fluff is soft

For medic I thought about giving the uniform Leanders colours but it looked a bit funky so I went with the default colours and added pink/red?? Not sure what kind of colour that is tbh. The bags could be filled with bandages n stuff amd I think it would be cool if medics had like some sort of vehicles to get to someone that got injured

Oh wait I forgot those arm patches noo-....I'm gonna leave this be-

Also now that I think about it it would be cool if the uniforms looked different in other parts of jobs like maybe scouts or something aaand I got another art idea- I'm gonna leave it for tomorrow because I'm too tired rn to draw it lmao Anyway

I also had a idea to like base of another uniforms from COL and Insomni and maybe Captain but for COL it's just different colours, with Insomni I didn't know how it would look like when I was drawing it and ofc rn as I'm typing it I get a idea for it could look like- and with Captain I decided to go nah cuz cmon it's Captain

And I may have been thinking about how the HIVE could be like real bee hives and I think it would be cool if there were bee themed guards n stuff because like there's a robot that Bear drew and also that backpack pollinator stuff (apolocheese that I'm not putting the link in here might add it later)

Now I'm not sure if I had more thoughts about this or nah....eh if I remember something imma add it later

But uh yea I had the uniforms idea for few months now I think but I was nervous about sharing it cuz anxiety I guess I dunno lol

Hmm might draw some more ideas tomorrow

Gotta speedrun tags now

#lmao #i need sleep #my art #doodles #digital art #amari art #hive #fanart #i guess #imma add tags later

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nekoannie-chan · 2 months ago

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Hidden truths

Title: Hidden truths.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Jack Rollins X OFC (Alexa Blake Rumlow).

Word count: 755 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Jack has a crush on his best friend's younger sister.

Major Tags: Kisses, foreplay.

A/N: This is my gift to @azulatodoryuga. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARLA!

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Since Alexa's graduation, Jack hadn't been able to stop thinking about what had happened.

He could still feel her soft lips on his, but he knew he couldn't say anything if Brock found out he was in love with her sister - his best friend's younger sister... He knew what she was capable of. But since Lexi was on the team, erasing those feelings seemed impossible.

One afternoon, during a team meeting, Brock announced that Jack and Lexi would be going on a mission together.

Jack and Lexi exchanged glances. “I want Jack and Lexi to take on this mission,” Brock continued, pointing at the two of them. “I need you to infiltrate the facility and get the data we need. Remember, this is just reconnaissance, it's not about a confrontation.”

After receiving the mission details, Jack and Lexi prepared to leave. As they checked their gear, Lexi couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Are you ready?” asked Jack, making sure everything was in place.

“Yes, I'm ready,” Lexi replied, trying to hide her nervousness.

Jack smiled, giving her a light tap on the shoulder. “We'll do just fine.”.

Arriving at the facility, Jack and Lexi moved stealthily.

“Let's go through the back entrance. It should be less guarded,” Jack whispered, leading Lexi.

Upon entering, they found the place deserted. The lights were flickering and the sound of whirring machinery was the only thing to be heard. Jack and Lexi moved quickly, following the floor plan Brock had provided. After a few minutes, they arrived at the data room.

Once inside, Lexi began working on the terminal while Jack watched the door. “This is easier than I thought,” Lexi said.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded in the facility, breaking the silence. Lexi felt her heart pounding. “I've got everything,” she reported.

“We need to get out of here, now!” shouted Jack, and they both moved quickly toward the exit.

Jack took the lead, guiding Lexi through dark corridors. “Stay close to me and stay calm,” he told her, feeling the adrenaline begin to flow through his veins.

Reaching a back door, Jack pushed the door hard. They both found themselves outside, breathing hard. “Run to the car, quick,” Jack ordered.

Reaching the car, Jack opened the door and made sure Lexi got in first. However, just as he was about to enter, a group of guards appeared behind them, blocking the entrance.

“We can't let them escape!” one of them shouted.

“Lexi, stay here and make sure the car is ready to start,” said Jack, preparing to face them.

“No, Jack! I can't leave you alone,” Lexi replied.

“Trust me. Just do as I say,” Jack insisted, drawing his gun. Lexi felt helpless inside the car, but she knew she couldn't just stand there and do nothing. She looked toward the back seat and saw a Taser. Without a second thought, she grabbed it and prepared to help Jack.

As Jack took down another guard, Lexi opened the door and got out. With a quick motion, she aimed the taser at one of the men who was about to attack Jack, the guard fell to the ground, unconscious.

“Jack, thank you. I don't know what I would have done without you.”

Jack smiled at him.

Jack and Lexi arrived at one of the HYDRA safe houses.

Even though it had been weeks since the stolen kiss, Lexi was determined to act like it never happened. She sat on the couch, looking around as Jack prepared a couple of drinks.

“Would you like some water or something stronger?” asked Jack, shooting her a glance.

“Water's fine,” Lexi replied, her voice sounding more nervous than she intended.

As Jack poured the drinks, Lexi couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between them. How could she ever get back to normal after that?

When Jack sat down next to her, they both looked at each other, he leaned over and kissed her.

Lexi was stunned at first, but then, on an impulse, she couldn't resist, so she responded to the kiss. Jack's hands found her waist as Lexi pulled closer, letting the outside world fade away. Suddenly, however, Jack stopped.

“Maybe it shouldn't be like this,” he said in a halting voice as if trying to convince himself.

“Why not? This is what I want,” Lexi shot back.

“Lexi, this could complicate things,” he said.

“Maybe we should let things get complicated,” she replied, leaning in closer. “Jack. I don't want it to stop now.”

#jack rollins x reader #HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARLA!

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worstutfanonthingpoll · 2 years ago

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Hey babygirls, poll is on hiatus because I just got back from italy and i am so so so so so so so so so so very very tired.

Instead, have a list of all my Undertale Aus!

Fishdings

TECtale

Underswitch

Doki Doki Monster Club

Underflame

Blankstatale

Fishdings

If you don't know this one by now you have not been here long. Here's the link to the account:

TECtale

So you know the early fanon version of undertale? Evil Chara, OP Sans, UWU Papyrus? Yeah, that's kind of what it is.

Basically, Sans (a genius scientist, ofc) and Frisk (a nineteen year old girl and his gf) decide to banish The Evil Chara (TEC) to another universe. They succeed, but TEC resets the timeline as they do it.

TEC ends up in the canon UT universe, where she (gender up to interpretation) is reduced to an angry narrator. Like that one "what do you want" "souls of the unliving" "a bagel" "nooo" meme. She is still convinced she's making you kill everyone, and even if you only kill a single Froggit she will remain convinced it's bc she's controlling you. At the end of the pacifst run, you get this dialogue:

(Art by worst ut canon)

Meanwhile, Canon Chara was sent to the fanon universe. It is literally Hell. Their mother is hypersexualised, their brother is a tsundere, the child they follow around and narrate about how has boobs, and worst of all said child is convinced they're making her kill everyone!

Once Frisk gets to Snowdin (after killing everyone in the ruins) she warps off to Sans' house with the man himself, leaving Chara to explore the underground on their own. Strangely enough, the world seems to be... glitching out? Monsters will talk about how their heads feel foggy or how they don't even know why they hate Sans so much and then glitch into a loop of "I hate Sans I hate Sans I hate Sans"

Is it something to do with those garbage noises that seem to constantly be playing with the music? Hopefully Chara can find out... before it's too late.

Underswitch

Literally just a common or garden roleswap, nothing special. Swaps are as follows:

Toriel ~ Gaster (a white fire elemental here)

Asgore ~ Grillby

Sans ~ Napstablook

Papyrus ~ Alphys ~ Mad Mew Mew (three way swap)

Undyne ~ Mettaton

Frisk ~ Human from the first image in the prologue

Chara ~ That one alt design

Monster Kid ~ Heats Flamesman

Asriel ~ Fuku Fire

Burgerpants ~ So Sorry

All the Blooks are cat people and cousins.

Papyton real, is the date storyline.

Alphys was Timid Dummy, and then Rar Rar Scratchy Clawy, a violent anime dinosaur sk8er.

Metta is captain of the royal guard and has a ponytail. Maddy wants to join but he fears she will kill everyone accidentally due to her incredible violence.

Undyne has several violent tv shows and movies. You shoot her legs off first and she's like "who needs legs... with arms like these?!" and starts suplexing shit.

Napsta makes sick beats and has anxiety, but is great at pretending they don't. They are incredibly popular. They still live in constant fear.

Sans records stupid jokes and never lets people hear em. He and the other ghosts aren't related.

Speaking of that last point, Alphys and Undyne are exes. Undyne abandoned her and Sans for the Hollywood dream. They probably get back together post pacifist.

Heats Flamesman is a child. He likes Metta because everyone knows his name. He aspires to be like that some day.

Monster Kid wants you to believe in them. If you don't they will be traumatised. If you do, they will be so shocked you did, they will be traumatised anyway.

Doki Doki Monster Club

Co created with my good friends @sans-au-war-ii and @bestfictionaldivorce.

The girls (™) are:

So-Sorryori

Grillbyuri

Natsundyne

Mewnica

It's pretty damn obviously who's who. The only thing of relevance I can think of to mention is that Grillbyuri is obsessed with water (not knives) and instead of stabbing himself he pours water on himself. Instead of watching his corpse decay for three days, you watch him slowly evaporate over three days.

And everyone wears a skirt.

Art by sans au war!

Underflame

Epic Au where Frisk gets blasted by Toriel's fire magic and their soul's like "not today satan" and turns upside-down and Frisk becomes a fire monster.

Sansby real, and they adopt Frisk. They call them Dad and Also Dad. Fuku is their cousin now, and Heats Flamesman is their weird tiny uncle.

Anyway, worst ut canon wrote this oneshot for it read it right now pls

Blankstatale

First off, Blankstablook is an oc of mine of sorts. They're the ghost possessing the ruins dummy and they live there to avoid the sheer chaos that comes from living in the same vicinity of its cousins.

Anyway, resets don't exist and the player is the opposite of an alpha gamer and gets wiped out by the first Froggit they encounter after Toriel skedaddles. Blanksta feels bad for them (and for Toriel, she'll only blame herself) and so decides to possess them.

It ties the soul around their neck with Frisk's bandages, and proceeds. They do an awful job at pretending to be an alive child. It floats two feet off the ground the whole time, while the soul flails around trying to kill.

They also just generally act like an eldrich abomination and freak the shit out of everyone. Except their cousins. Who are just like "man, classic Blanksta"

Oh yeah and being a ghost they can't take damage which makes fights both very interesting and incredibly hilarious.

Heres Blanksta!Frisk:

(Art by me for once lol)

Yeah that's it really. Feel free to ask about any of the Aus in my askbox! Also I will take drawing prompts for them, as long as they're sfw :)

#undertale aus #worst ut fanon thing poll #undertale au art #undertale #fishdings #TECtale #underswitch #doki doki monster club #ddmc #underflame #blankstatale

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fwoosheye · 1 year ago

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papyrus in hyrule :>?

Oh ho ho Nyeh heh heh! This gives me tons of ideas! Get ready for my special attack! (Text wall)

Some TotK spoilers at the end — only stuff one sees in tutorial area and one (1) detail from later in the game that I tried to keep vague. That detail will be written with small letters like this but in blue! I'm gonna try putting the spoilers under a readmore but I've noticed tumblr sometimes show it anyway and I don't know why.

Anyway!

First of all, regardless of where or when in Hyrule he ends up, Papyrus would be initially mistaken for a Stalfos. If he were to appear in a spot with hylians they would probably scream and run away (like they do in TP Castle Town for Wolf Link) and Papyrus would assume they're screaming because they're his fans and running away because they're shy. If he were to appear in an area with monsters the monsters would probably be curious but otherwise mostly leave him alone. Papyrus would probably try to teach them how to fight properly (as in the UT style) and have them perfect not killing their opponent just like him, and have a pretty good success rate on that. He would also try to teach them how to make and solve puzzles, with less success. If he were to end up in a dungeon he would have fun solving all the puzzles, sometimes with accidental cheese because the laws of physics is merely a suggestion to Papyrus.

I'd like to imagine that when Link encounters him he is a little thrown off by a monster talking (unless ofc it's the Link from the Oracle games cause he knows plenty of talking skeletons, or OoT Link if it's after Majora's Mask because of the whole Captain Keeta quest, but most other Links only knows 1-2 talking monsters if any), but mostly because the monster is encouraging him and saying how the Great Papyrus will teach him how to be good etc, and then he'd probably be a bit thrown off by the different style of fighting. If it's early on in Link's quest he might even lose fight and wake up in a cage where the bars are far too wide apart to make it useful.

Perhaps Link have already heard from locals about the Nearby Friendly Stalfos that will treat your injuries and then "spare" you if you lose to it three times. Perhaps they have also heard Papyrus talking about wanting to be a part of the Royal Guards, and think it's a recruit who have risen from the dead with the goal to fulfill its final wish or something. The local kids probably adore him once the locals have stopped fearing him and goes around saying Nyeh heh heh. So I imagine Link would befriend him and have various side quests related to him, like finding/making a Royal Guard uniform for him (ST-style or BotW-style or other), helping with puzzles, and depending on which Hyrule it is he might help with "training" "Papyrus' fans" that have flags with his face on but not acting like a proper Royal Guard (basically, take down pirate bases but without killing the enemies). This could also result in a hilarious conversation between Papyrus and Tetra, even if her flag doesn't have a skull on iirc.

Speaking of Tetra, the moment Papyrus realizes the Zelda he is talking to is a Princess he would probably beg to be a part of their Royal Guard. Tetra would say no because she doesn't see herself as a Royal, but she would probably accept him into his crew (and if he could manage to convince her to add a skull to their flag, future pirate flags would indeed be based on his face which is hilarious imo). Most other Zeldas would probably accept him into the Guard after a bit of hesitation — probably less so from the younger Zeldas.

... Ganondorf would just kill him. No mercy there.

Moving on to side characters/races.

Ravio would probably faint by having a loud skeleton appear in his shop. Papyrus would bemoan how it's a bad habit to take a nap when standing and then tuck Ravio in in a bed, maybe scold him for not listening to his body (because why else would you faint take a nap if it isn't due to being overworked?) and then maybe read fluffy bunny to him too. Papyrus would probably keep an eye socket on Sheerow though because he is small, white and might be the bird version of the Annoying Dog. Papyrus would still befriend them pretty fast, though Ravio would not be as fast because he is terrified for a long while even after Papyrus have declared them friends.

The various versions of Impa would probably be both impressed by his battle skills and exasperated by his naivety.

The Yiga would be horrified by his attempts to make banana spaghetti (because he tried to teach them to be good by using cooking lessons like Undyne did to him. Sorta). They have sworn to stay out of his way because it is not worth the risk of being forced into a "cooking lesson" since none of them can take him on.

Malon would be scared at first and then accept him with open arms. She would teach him a lot about farming and that milk is good for the bones. She might even successfully teach him simpler cooking and/or how to make cheese and butter. Papyrus will be a walking Milk promoter afterwards.

He would totally join the Postman/Running Man on his runs. And have him holler about how great they are while they're at it.

He would probably be sad that Stalhorses disappear at dawn and decide to make his own that doesn't. It doesn't quite look like a horse though (more like a mix between a stalhorse and a small wingless version of his Gaster Blaster in Unexpected Guests by @/undertalethingems) and it tends to act more like a puppy. One who will fall over and ask for belly rubs the moment you touch it, unless it wants to play. He would probably not be permitted to register it in ba stable (if it's the BotW-verse) until Link and/or Zelda stared the Stable owners down so they would make an exception. Not that it would really matter because he wouldn't board it or leave it alone out in nowhere so the stable have to fetch it like Link does, but still.

He would absolutely call the Zoras "Undyne's relatives". And he would probably try to feed Gorons sprinkles because that's what Sans' pet rock ate. Not sure how he would react to the Rito or other non-human races in Hyrule, all I know is that he would be a cool dude about all of them.

He would be shut out from Gerudo Town at first, but he would either get in a technically ("Are you a vai or a voe?" "I'm a skeleton! Nyeh heh heh!"). Or, he would earn a membership card like in OoT because of his fight prowess and/or through hard work and obvious lack of ulterior motives. Heck he might even accidentally help keep creeps away because he "convinces" them to do annoying dumb endless tasks when they get too close (eg sweeping sand away from the road between the town and the bazaar).

Here comes the spoilers if tumblr is silly and skips the readmore:

If he were to end up in Hyrule's founding times, he might think the Zonai are related to Asgore — or Asgore-clones that used dye.

He'd might consider the constructs bad Mettaton copies, but he likes the Construct Stewards because they aren't trying to be copies and have a good work ethic.

Big spoiler tried to be made vague comming up now!

My HC is that Papyrus does know a bit of healing, so to have a bit of angst it could be interesting if Papyrus was nearby when a certain character dies, and when he realises he can't heal it on his own he absorbs their SOUL (only with the intention of it being temporarily though) and tries to heal the damage with the boosted power.

#nyohoho i accidentally deleted the first reply i wrote and had to redo it #so i went to bed and have written this is small bursts during the day today #and somehow it is still not better organised this time lmao #thethrillof #fwoosh answers #long post #Papyrus #hyrule #undertale #loz #legend of zelda #sorry about the text wall

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seikilos-stele · 1 year ago

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One of the many interesting aspects of your TNG, Gargoyles, and Thrawn fandom writing is that you explore the characters at different ages. A lot of the times younger, occasionally older like in the Art of Hunger fics.

I’m curious as to the mindset that goes along with these depictions. Is younger more optimistic? Older more melancholy? Is it spontaneous or a mood?

Younger is more vulnerable — older is more guarded! This is a nice, timely ask because the fic I’m currently writing for you features some Neverland-style de-aging 😆 but I’ll avoid talking about that until it’s done and instead I guess a good focus would be that Thrawn fic — I can’t remember the name — where a Force-touched cave transports young Vurawn into the Legends timeline, to meet Grand Admiral Thrawn and Captain Pellaeon.

That was a fun one to write. The younger Thrawn is a raw open wound. The older Thrawn is appalled to see his own secrets so obviously displayed, to people he’s supposed to lead. I guess this is similar to that Riker fic, Snowstorms, where a temporal rift brings a ten-year-old Will Riker to the Enterprise and sends an adult Will Riker back in time to Valdez. In that case, the younger Will is actually more guarded, reserved, fiercely independent — not as balanced or healthy as adult Riker, and not as good at masking his pain/fear with humor

(As Worf so helpfully says 😆)

But yeah, a big appeal of sci-fi/fantasy genres as a fic writer is that it gives you opportunities like these, where you can juxtapose a child version of your favorite with the adult. For the Gargoyles version, it’s going to be Petros and David Xanatos who both de-age to about ten thanks to a magical island, while a helpless/exasperated Owen Burnett is forced to babysit. Hopefully I can get that finished and posted by tomorrow! And ofc you don’t need to magically de-age a character to explore their childhood, I’ve done that plenty of times for all three fandoms, and they’re some of my favorite fics to write. Especially for Xanatos and Thrawn, who both strike me as control freaks. Any time you meet a fictional control freak you HAVE to examine what they were like as a kid, when nothing was under their control. You have to. It’s contractual. (I am psychically begging more writers to explore this and also send me the links)

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I got so focused on the “younger” part that I forgot the AoH example. That’s tricky, because in AoH, Thrawn isn’t just older — he’s gone through extreme torture and has some severe symptoms as a result. When you push a character into the “elderly” range, you have to deal with the ableism and ageism that you get in the real world — fiercely intelligent characters who are no longer respected for it, who are considered senile by default. Independent soldiers who are seen as frail — and sometimes are. It’s a deeper category of angst, and maybe more affecting, because that lack of respect, that loneliness, is built into our society, and age comes for us all.

#my asks

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[ID: 1- A head sillhouette says "revali says eat the rich" but thinks "revalis always all abt /earning/ your place as the highest, his whole thing is that he worked so hard to perfect his gale through grueling training, and he earned zelda's notice by winning so many archery competitions. he put in the blood sweat tears to become champion, to rise from being a common nobody to a divine beast pilot. meanwhile, the rest of the champions are good, but every single one of them is nobility and their gifts are just genetic, or at least something inherent that you have and only need a bit of training to perfect. princess mipha, chief urbosa, lord daruk, princess zelda, and link is son of the captain of the royal guard. they were chosen -- at least in his eyes -- bc they were born into status, and honestly I think hes at least partly right. they didnt have to put in the same hard work as he did, they were the first thought bc of their status while revali had to pour hundreds of hours of effort to get even close"

2 - Screenshot of a post by @goatpaste reading "'making character i like trans/gay/ect' is great, but get ready for" with a comic of a creature kneeling over a stuffed rabbit labelled "character I like" on a laundry basket and proceeding to shoot it with an eye laser labelled "is/grew up poor beam"

3 - The same head sillhouette template says "revali is just some guy <3" and thinking "like revali seems to be doing fine for himself from his diary and his meticulous appearance and yet he has no family no status no job other than being champion. idk if being champion gives you a stipend but if so itd just be that and like. maybe those archery competitions he mentions in his diary. and can you imagine going from that to having all your closest coworkers being all royalty or basically that status. no wonder revali is constantly emphasizing his skill and that he earned his place among the champions for his talent bc like what else does he have to put himself on equal standing w fucking princesses and queens. ofc even tho he may be Just Some Guy w not that kind of crazy money hes not abt to allow himself to appear any less qualified or Dignified than them. he has to prove himself their equal and Keep proving himself their equal bc no one else in hyrule was going to see him that way. /not to mention/. that he has to keep mentioning his skill as what made him earn his place bc he doesnt Know any of the others bc theyre all royalty they have existing connections w each other as part of regular ruling a kingdom business. and ofc mipha+link daruk+link (maybe daruk+mipha thru link) and zelda+urbosa all were already friends before the whole champion business. /meanwhile. revali has none of the preexisting connections/. bc again hes Just Some Guy how would he even get to have friendships w these people without being chosen as champion so he Needs his pure skill to cement his place in the group bc he Has nothing else."

/End ID]

#tloz #botw #revali #reblog #id

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anime-grimmy-art · 4 years ago

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What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies.

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear.

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something.

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount.

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs.

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things.

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it.

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal.

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening.

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them.

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only).

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there.

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teletraan-meets-jarvis · 3 years ago

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Author’s Notes: Hello Hello! So this fic is a little different as it's the first gift fic i've ever written. This was a gift for the wonderful and talented @wild-karrde on her birthday. It's a little "What If?/AU" ending for the series of fics she's written (The "Karrde-verse" if you will). This is purely me making up what could happen and has no basis on any future plans for the series, so there's no spoilers for the future of her fics here, but there are spoilers for her already written fics: "In Command", "Guarded" and "Reunion". If you've not already read those, go check them out!! Disclaimer: all the OCs mentioned in this fic are Karrde's and I have no baring on their wonderful creation.

Pairings: Captain Rex/ofc!Senna Aven/Atiniir, Hunter/Gregar Typho, Crosshair/ofc!Iden Vena, Echo/Sabé. Mentions of: Tech/ofc!Kestia Nodala and Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus.

Summary: With the wars and fighting over, members of the rebellion had finally set out and taken the chance to pursue their own lives outside of the conflict they'd known for so long. While they may be apart for now, their found family always finds time to see each other again.

Warnings: General - Fictional swearing

Word Count: 3.2k

The morning sun was low, casting a beautiful peach hue across the horizon. Senna’s bare feet quietly padded out onto the patio, while she cradled a cup of caf darker than the backdrop of the galaxy. The heat permeated the cup and warmed her organic hand as she went to take a sip, sighing as the bitter drink bloomed down her chest.

Across the farm, she spotted her husband, battling with one of their farm assistant droids who was giving him the runaround. A fond smile overcame the Jedi’s face as she watched the former captain curse after the runaway droid before shaking his head and returning to tending to their crops. They’d been blessed with a plentiful harvest this season which was set to bring them in enough credits to get the ball rolling on their retirement plan. Senna still could pinch herself, after everything they’d both faced over the majority of their lives, the universe had finally brought them their happy ending.

With that glowing feeling in mind, she set down the steps from their home and out into the farm.

Rex’s forehead glistened with a sheen of sweat from his manual labour, a look she never grew tired of. “Hard at work I see.”

“Someone has to be,” he teased with a cheeky smirk. He dropped the plough he’d been using and cracked his back, stretching his arms above his head to the point where his shirt rose up his abdomen ever so slightly, catching Senna’s eye. Ever the captain, Rex of course caught her in the act. “See something you like, Master Jedi?”

“Maybe I do,” she replied before stepping into his space. Rex’s hands found her shoulders, gently brushing down them before pulling her into a soft kiss. Even after all these years, these little moments with Rex managed to set her heart racing like a teenager falling in love for the first time.

All too soon he pulled back, running his hand down her left arm and cradling her mechanical fingers in his. Senna didn’t miss the way his thumb smoother across the worn-in Jaig Eyes etched into her ring finger, or the small smile on his face as he did so.

She squeezed his hand in hers before lifting the other to take another sip of her caf. “You excited to see everyone later?”

“Can’t wait,” Rex replied with a bright smile. After most of them had parted ways following the war, there was no denying the family bond between the companions they’d made over the years. They’d made a pact to always remain in contact, and to do a big meet up a few times a year when their busy lives managed to align.

“Come, let’s get you cleaned up. We better get started on cooking.”

“Yes ma'am.” Rex’s soldier voice came out in full force with his reply. “You know, we wouldn’t need this much prep time for food if you didn’t invite Wrecker.” He grumbled under his breath as he trudged back up towards the house behind his wife.

While Rex got himself showered and ready, Senna set about gathering the ingredients they’d been stockpiling for this very day. A plethora of local fruits, vegetables and meats, along with a few special imports, all sat spread out among the obnoxiously long makeshift dining table they’d cobbled together. Trying to fit sixteen people into their home around one table was a feat of engineering if Senna did say so herself. But they’d cracked it in the end. Some of their neighbours had old materials they didn’t have any use for, so in the end they were able to bolt together a few different shape and height tables along with a variety of chairs in different styles.

She heard Rex jogging down the steps, turning around she saw him pulling an apron on and his face was all business. “Alright, where do we start?”

They’d spent hours chopping, peeling and marinating for all the dishes they were looking to provide. They worked as a cohesive unit as she followed Rex’s lead and they moved around their cosy kitchen. It always made Senna chuckle internally. It seems they always managed to make just as good a team off the battlefield as on one.

A pinging noise grabbed Senna’s attention, directing it to the oven where one of their main courses was ready to go. She pulled a large meat joint from the oven, the steam from the heat settling on her brow as she heaved the dish onto the countertop. She wiped her forearm across her forehead, attempting to dislodge the flyaways from her face that had curled onto her damp skin.

While she took a moment to cool down after tackling the oven, her eyes fell onto the clock and immediately widened. “Hells it’s nearly fifteen standard.” Senna exclaimed as she looked down at herself. She had forgone the apron, leaving her clothes covered in various spice mixes and oil stains.

Rex chuckled at the state of her and nodded towards the stairs. “You go get ready, I can handle it from here.”

Twenty minutes later, Senna descended the stairs, now ready for their guests. However, she was stopped in her tracks by the smells of glorious food wafting through their home. “Dank Farrik we’re good.” she announced as she walked up behind Rex and wrapped her arms around his middle while he stirred a large pot of Joopa Stew, a meal he’d mastered from his time on Seelos and one that always gave him that look in his eye when he thought back fondly on his time with Gregor. “He would’ve loved this.” Senna said quietly as she squeezed Rex in a soft hug.

“Yeah, he would’ve.” Rex replied while giving her a small smile and reaching down to squeeze her arm in return.

The hum of ship engines pierced through the sounds of nature outside and Senna’s heart jumped with excitement. “They’re here!” she yelled to Rex before dashing to the front door.

The all chrome shuttle was powering down as Senna reached the door. The ramp slowly extended out to reveal Hunter and Typho with two little identical Pantorans in tow. Hunter had one of the twins perched on his shoulders, Senna thought it might be Padmé, allowing the little girl the chance to be a few centimetres taller than Gregar, and it was clear she was loving every minute of it. Typho followed suit, his large hand clasped around a teeny tiny blue one as he led their other daughter forwards towards the house.

It’d been a few years now since the couple had adopted their young daughters. They were on a relief mission with the Rebellion when they came across the two orphans, the Empire having abandoned them to the streets with no support. After they’d brought the two tiny pantorans back to base and had them cleaned up and well fed, It’d not taken much for Hunter and Gregar to decide to take the twins in as their own children. At the time, it was the most natural conclusion as the two men just radiated the energy that they were ready to be fathers.

“Mr and Mrs Atiinir, it’s good to see you again.” Gregar called out warmly, the skin around his eyepatch creasing as he smiled.

“Ah the Typhos!” Senna replied as she went to greet Gregar in a tight hug, before squatting down in front of Hunter and Gregar’s other daughter.

“Auntie Sen!” she squeaked before launching herself with a surprising amount of force at the Jedi, causing her to fall flat on her backside as she caught the tiny bundle of joy.

The woman laughed, affection welling up inside of her as she cradled the little one close. “Good to see you too, Kestia.” Senna looked up to see Rex clasping each of the men in a hug before Hunter handed off his pantoran backpack to the clone captain, who restored the young girl's height once more as she was placed on his shoulders.

“Daddy, look how much taller I am on Uncle Rex’s shoulders!”

“Alright alright, no need to rub it in.” Hunter grumbled with a fondness in his eyes as Gregar and Senna chuckled at his expense. The former came up behind Hunter and placed his hands on his shoulders before leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Gregar spoke softly to Hunter whose face broke out into a flustered flush, still so easily riled up by his partner.

Hunter cleared his throat, trying to will away his blush before speaking. “We the first ones to arrive then?”

“Yeah, we think Wolffe, Fives, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair and Iden will be coming together from the military base. Echo and Sabé should be here any minute and I think they were picking up Omega on route.”

“It’ll be good to see them all again.” Hunter replied, clearly looking forward to reuniting with his old squad and closest siblings.

“No Ahsoka?” Gregar asked.

Rex shook his head before explaining, “she’s off on a mission at the moment, but she sends her love along with the Ghost crew.”

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After the Typhos had been settled in, two more ships landed across the farm. The first belonged to Iden and Crosshair, who’d passed on the option to share a ride with the four brothers flying from their base of operations. The second, was those very brothers, who were taking a surprisingly long time to walk across to the house.

“So, how’s married life treating you?” Senna asked Crosshair while Iden caught up with Gregar and Hunter.

“Not much different,” the sniper grunted. His words had caught Iden’s attention and made her roll her eyes at the man.

“Ever the romantic.”

Crosshair replied, his confidence still in full force. “You knew what you were signing up for with me, Lieutenant.”

“And I question my choices every day,” Iden joked before dipping down to give her new husband a quick peck. Senna couldn’t help but smile at Crosshair and Iden’s antics, the sniper had truly met his match with his beautiful wife.

Not a second later, Padmé and Kestia came dashing inside, and Crosshair’s rough demeanour immediately softened at the sight of his nieces. The sniper hooked an arm around Padmé as she ran past, making the young girl squeal in delight before he pulled her onto his lap.

The sniper leaned down conspiritally to talk to the little Pantoran. “You miss me?” he questioned and she gave the most enthusiastic nod, to the point Senna feared she may hurt her neck. Crosshair gave a small smile. “Missed you too kid. You been causing havoc for your dad for me?” His question made the young girl giggle.

“Don’t corrupt her.” Hunter complained to his brother with a smirk, who rolled his eyes at him for having ruined his fun.

Senna’s attention was redirected when the front door burst open, making the hinges rattle as Fives stood in the doorway looking pleased with himself. “Honey I’m homeeee! You miss me?”

The Jedi shook her head with a fondness at having her friend burst back into her life in such a characteristic way. “Like a droid misses it’s processor.”

“I was actually talking to Rex.” Fives clarified with a smirk as he leaned back against one of the countertops next to where Rex was cooking. Senna huffed before shoving Fives in the arm, falling straight back into their easy banter.

Next through the door were Fives’ fellow travel companions, the first being Wrecker, who bounded in excitedly. Senna and Rex had no time to escape before Wrecker cradled them both in a bone-crushing hug. “Missed you guys!”

“Back at you, Wreck.” Rex groaned out the reply against his lungs wishes.

After her organs returned to their original places in her body following their hug from Wrecker, Senna watched as Tech and Wolffe strolled in. Without even saying a quick ‘hello’, Tech was straight onto the technical talk, his eyes locked onto his datapad as usual. “Before we came, I found out about a device which may help with your harvest monitoring. I took the liberty of setting up a prototype which I've installed in your barn.”

“That’s great, thanks so much Tech.” Senna said with a heartfelt smile before knocking Tech’s datapad out of the way and clasping her friend in a tight hug. “Now come here. I missed you, Goggles.”

“And I you.” the genius replied genuinely before relenting and wrapping his arms around the Jedi.

“Uncle Tech!!”

“Hello little Nebula.” The genius greeted Kestia Typho with the nickname he came up with while the little girl latched onto his leg with an iron grip. He smoothed a hand down her lilac hair and she beamed up at him. Gregar watched on with a smile that nearly brought Senna to tears as she thought about what it must mean for both Gregar and Tech to share these moments with the little girl.

Senna knew Tech had never had another partner following the death of the queen of Naboo that he loved dearly. There were many nights after where Tech and Senna would sit and chat, well she let Tech talk while she listened to every word he had to say. The clone had never anticipated falling in love, especially not in the way he did and with such a powerful and head strong Jedi. But Kestia Nodala had been everything to him in the short time they had together, and when she passed, Tech knew that had been it for him. He’d never feel with another person what he felt with Kestia. As hard as it was to accept she’d gone, decades later, Tech held the love they had so dearly to his heart. Senna knew how grateful he was to have even known her at all and she could sympathise. The times she’d been away from Rex, on good terms and bad, had been the hardest things she’d ever had to do. Now, Kestia Nodala may be gone, but her legacy lived on in Hunter and Gregar’s little girl. The way she gravitated towards Tech so naturally, it was almost as if she knew.

Across the way, Rex had clasped Wolffe in a brotherly hug which started off as awkward as it always did before Wolffe finally relaxed into the affection and returned the gesture.

Finally, the last ship descended into the designated parking zone, and eventually Echo, Sabé and Omega all strode up the few steps to the house.

Hunter was first to the door as the trio stepped through, making a beeline for Omega who despite being a grown woman, still locked her arms around her big brother’s neck as if she were only ten. “Hey kid.” the former sergeant greeted.

“How’s Alara?” Wrecker asked the young Jedi with a large grin of barely concealed restraint which Omega returned.

“She’s good, the students absolutely love her. For a non-Force sensitive, I think the temple would be lost without her at this point.” Omega’s cheeks tinted rose as she spoke highly about her girlfriend. There’s no question she’s related to Hunter then, Senna thought smugly.

Sabé was immediately commandeered by Iden and Gregar the moment she set foot into the house, leaving Echo to catch up with Fives, Wolffe and Crosshair who all clapped the man on the back in welcome.

After all the greetings were done, everyone settled around the large, makeshift table to start their feast.

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Everyone’s plates were piled with layers upon layers of food and Senna could almost laugh at the image of her and Rex a few days prior panicking that they didn’t have enough to feed everyone. Oh how wrong we were, we’ll be eating leftovers for the foreseeable.

Across the table, scattered bits of conversation were being relayed. “We got a message from Kallus by the way, he’s settling into Lira San life pretty well by the looks of things. Also think he and Zeb have made things official.” Fives announced in between bites of his food.

“Kriffing finally, was sickening watching those two make doe eyes at each other during the rebellion.” Wolffe grumbled, making everyone chuckle.

“Want to watch your language in front of the kids, Uncle Wolffe?” Fives teased mercilessly.

“Call me Uncle Wolffe again-”

“Sorry, Uncle Wolffey.” Wolffe’s glare hardened further as he dropped his spoon into his meal and turned his full attention to Fives, who was not phased by the commander’s threatening gaze in the slightest, still grinning like a loth cat. Beside Fives, Echo rubbed a hand down his face, clearly perplexed that his brother simply never learned.

Thankfully, before things could escalate further, Rex stepped up behind them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders with a chuckle. “That’s enough you two.”

It still blew Senna’s mind to this day that Fives, Tech, Wolffe and Wrecker all managed to live together without killing each other every other week. Aside from the cutting sarcasm three of them shared, as a group, they couldn’t be more different people. Yet somehow it just worked. Wolffe and Wrecker got on like a house on fire, it seemed during the times Wolffe struggled integrating with the rebels, Wrecker’s easy companionship and encouragement to join him on the blaster ranges had helped bring the old commander out of his shell more and more, which had been a relief for all of them to see. Fives’ energetic nature matched with Wreckers’ perfectly, making the two of them complete menaces to Tech and Wolffe. But in the quieter moments, when Wolffe and Fives would share war stories and memories from a time so long ago, Wrecker would regularly assist Tech with whatever experiment or invention he was tinkering with. The unlikely quartet had remained with the rebellion turned New Republic following the fall of the Empire. The dark cloud of the Emperor’s influence had left havoc and destruction in its wake on many worlds which were now struggling to rebuild. The four clones were part of the relief teams, helping different colonies and species create new lives and homes on their war torn worlds.

Senna sat there for a moment as she took everything in, the pleasant chatter of her big family all settled around the table. Rex as he joked with his brothers, while Omega relayed stories to Hunter as his eyes glowed with pride. Tech’s subtle glances at little Kes, smiling as he watched his niece assist Echo in giving Fives absolute grief, every bit the strong woman she was named after. Gregar, Iden and Sabé reminiscing about the past. Crosshair and Wrecker as they joked amongst themselves, the previous fractures in their close relationship long forgotten. For some reason, Senna knew that moment right then would be forever etched into her mind as one of pure bliss and happiness. The result of everything they fought all those years for finally came to it’s head as they sat all together in freedom for the first time. Senna’s eyes stung ever so slightly as she marvelled on her found family. She thanked the Force for giving her such a beautiful moment, before she returned to her surroundings and aided Kestia and Echo in their teasing of Fives.

Across the room, Rex caught her eye, having noticed her time of reflection. His voice echoed softly in her mind. Everything alright?

She gave him a content smile that held everything she felt in that moment. Never better.

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wendimydarling · 5 years ago

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The Soldier’s Wife (Chapter Three)

Title: The Soldier’s Wife

Summary: Syverson and his wife navigate the ups and downs, the highs and lows, and the blessings and pitfalls of marriage.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC

Word Count: 1572

Warnings: Finally sex! I mean... there’s sex, guys. Watch out. 😬

Song Inspiration: “Autumn Finds Winter” - Yiruma

A/N: Well, looky here, you luck ducks: Chapter Three! Fully inspired, this chapter wrote itself quick. If you’re interested, you can find an image of the car here. Look it up the song inspiration and listen while you read, you won’t be sorry. Thanks be to the beautiful queen @littlefreya who beta’d for me. Enjoy!

As always, I am a comment WHORE; please let me know what you liked, disliked, etc.! I can only grow as an author with your input! Tag list is open, please let me know if you’re interested!

Tags: @littlefreya @sciapod @thiccgeralt @fucking-hell-cavill @brexrif @peakygroupie @viking-raider @constip8merm8 @daniig95 @elinalfrida @hell1129-blog @oddsnendsfanfics @agniavateira @dearlybelovedluke @sofiebstar @wanderinglunarnights @magdelen69 @vania-marie

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CHAPTER THREE

Mabel walked down main street at a leisurely pace, her boot spurs clinking against the wooden sidewalk. On her arm she carried a picnic basket that Syverson had given her for her birthday a couple of years ago. She’d had no contact from him since this morning, but she knew where he was. He was where he always was after events like that.

The bell above the front door to Mel’s Autoshop chimed as Mabel ducked under it. The smell of oil, grease and rubber greeted her, along with the owner’s friendly and knowing smile.

“Howdy, Mel. How’s the wife?”

“Oh, crotchety as ever. Sy’s out back.”

“Thanks. Mind if he takes a lunch?” Mabel held up the basket as she asked. Mel smiled at her, showing his missing teeth.

“Only if ya share a piece of that pie I know’s in there,” he bartered, but Mabel was one step ahead of him. She pulled some tupperware out of the basket, two pieces of pie sealed tightly inside, and handed it to the old man with a kiss.

“Did ya think I’d forgot about ya?” she teased. Mel smiled at her, ever grateful that Syverson had Mabel in his life. Mel had always been attached to that boy; had given him safe shelter on more than one occasion when the boy’s father had come home drunker than a fish swimming in whiskey.

“Go on then, git,” he admonished her in mock gruffness, tucking into the pie without so much as a fork. Mabel smiled, heading through the back door into the car yard.

She didn’t have to search for him, Mabel could hear angry grunts and the sound of metal striking metal. She followed it, and it led her to Syverson, who was shirtless, sweating, and violently attacking the hood of a beat up station wagon with a crowbar. She set the basket down and stood there awhile, watching as he took out all his frustrations on the innocent vehicle. It was always best to let him have his say, even if his say was hitting the largest inanimate object he could find. It was never her, and that was all Mabel cared about.

Syverson looked up and stopped mid-swing when he saw Mabel. The crowbar clattered to the ground as his chest heaved, staring at her with a look that only she could read. A look that told her he was afraid. Afraid of hurting her. Mabel grabbed the nearest rag she could find, confidently striding over to him. He needed to see that she didn’t fear him. Syvesron flinched and took a step back as she came near but Mabel pressed forward, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“I ain’t afraid of ya, Sy.”

He took the rag from her, wiping his torso as he shook his head.

“Lord knows why. I nearly ripped yer ma’s head off this mornin’.”

“Well, then, she woulda had it comin’ to her fer wakin’ ya like that. I’m so sorry.”

Syverson yanked his shirt off the rail where it hung nearby and threw it on. Mabel watched him, marveling at his physique.

“Damn it all, Syverson, I think ya get bigger every time ya get back.” she said as she squeezed his bicep, hoping to lighten the mood a little. It worked partially, she received a small smirk. Striding over to pick up the basket, she held it out to him.

“I brought lunch.”

At this, Syverson actually smiled, taking the basket from her and linking her arm in his.

“In that case, our table awaits, milady.”

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Their table was a turquoise 1957 Chevy Bel Air Convertible. It didn’t run anymore, but Syverson and Mel had fixed it up nice on the outside and rolled it underneath a giant Live Oak tree overlooking the lake on Mel’s property. Trees surrounded the lake, their roots digging into the boundary of the water and their bows reaching far over the cresting waves in a daring attempt to defy gravity. An old rope swing hung from one of them, cutting into the flesh of the branch from all its use. A worn out canoe sat on the bank, just waiting for a brave soul to take her out on the water. Whenever Mabel would bring Syverson lunch, they would come out here to eat it.

Today was no different. They ate their lunch quietly, Sy’s arm draped over the backseat with Mabel tucked securely underneath him. She looked up at him as she fed him the last bite of apple pie, chuckling as the fork missed and stabbed him in the lip.

“Goddamn, woman, wha’d ya do that fer?” Sy grumbled, pressing his thumb to his lip to see if he was bleeding. Mabel just laughed, leaning over to lick the remaining pie from his face. Syverson grunted in surprise but quickly recovered, pulling Mabel to straddle his lap as he tangled his fingers in her hair. She kissed him eagerly, feeling the urge to defy her mother in every possible way she could.

Mabel could feel one of Syverson’s hands inching underneath the skirt of her dress, the other pulling one of the straps down so that he could kiss her bare skin. His touch ignited a desire deep within her, an ache that only he could fill. Her fingertips danced along the hem of his shirt, softly brushing the skin she found underneath. Ever the impatient one, Syverson tugged his shirt over his head to reveal his broad form to her once more, and Mabel did the same with her dress.

Syverson attacked her lips again, his hands touching every piece of skin he could find. Mabel was struck with a sense of boldness and sat up, pulling away from his mouth. Syverson watched in awe as she calmy reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall into her lap. He gazed tenderly at her naked flesh, tracing a single finger over her breasts as he did. They’d never been this far.

Mabel surveyed Syverson’s face as he in turn observed her body. She’d never shown a man this part of her before, and though she was nervous, it also felt right; it was Syverson. He protected her. He cherished her. He loved her. And she wasn’t afraid of him. She wanted him, and only him, to have this from her. This piece of her soul that she’d been unwilling to share with anyone else, she gave to him willingly, gladly.

Soft, wet, exploratory kisses grazed her nipples, making Mabel moan. She clutched Syverson’s head to her bosom and leaned back, letting him have all the access he wanted. He heartily, hungrily took over, tasting her, touching her, feeling her move against him.

Syverson had been waiting years for this moment. He’d fallen in love with Mabel at the ripe old age of nine, and there’d been no one else in his eyes, not ever. He knew back then that she was the one, and he’d spent the next nine years waiting for her to know it too, basking in her presence, treating her like a queen, stealing kisses from her when he could. It wasn’t until he’d left for war that Mabel finally realized the truth, and that separation had brought them together in a way that nothing else had.

Still, she had remained guarded. After Danny’s death, Syverson didn’t blame her. Hidden away from prying eyes, a few of their kisses had turned into heated make-out sessions, but Mabel had always stopped them, similarly to last night. Syverson didn’t know what had changed this time, but he wasn’t complaining. He’d reached the point where the shower didn’t help anymore. And Mabel felt too good, tasted too good.

Mabel was grinding against Syverson with reckless abandon, savoring every delicious wave of pleasure that shot through her body. Syverson slipped a hand beneath her underwear and when his fingers entered her, Mabel’s eyes shot wide open, the new sensation sending shocked cries pouring from her lips.

“Sy…”

“No, baby, use my name.”

“What?” Mabel breathed, looking at him in confusion as he worked her center. Syverson grasped the back of her neck, locking eyes with her.

“When I make love to ya, I want ya to use my name.”

Mabel understood. She tested it out, relishing the way it felt when it left her tongue.

“Hunter…”

Syverson groaned at the sound of his name on her lips. He was right. Using the hand beneath them as leverage, Syverson wrapped his other arm around her and flipped their bodies into a new position, laying Mabel gently on the seat. She cried out again as his fingers penetrated deeply, hitting a place inside her she never knew existed.

“Hunter!”

Quick work was made of the rest of their clothes as they joined one another in nakedness. Mabel gulped at the sight of Syverson. If his fingers had been able to make her feel that amazing, she couldn’t imagine the agonizing fireworks she was about to feel once that length was inside her. Syverson crouched over her, gazing into her eyes with desire and admiration.

“Ya sure?” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face. Mabel nodded.

“I want ya.”

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From the car yard, Mel could see the old Bel Air rocking back and forth, and he shook his head knowingly.

“‘Bout time,” he chuckled to himself, heading back inside to give the kids privacy.

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shadowsof-thenight · 4 years ago

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Animosity

Summary: Steve and Amanda don’t usually work together, and with good reason. So what happens when they don’t have a choice in the matter? Ship: Steve Rogers x OFC-Amanda Warnings: A bit of angst and taunting. And animosity 😜 Words: 6887

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A/N: This turned out quite different than I had imagined, but it was where the story took me. It’s also a lot longer. I wanted to try some different characteristics than I usually pick for the reader/oc. This OFC isn’t described as thoroughly—I originally wanted it to be a reader, but the name just worked in my head.

Anyway, this was for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan‘s Hamilton Challenge. Be sure to check out the other entries, Star always gets wonderfully talented people to join her challenges (and she still lets me join as well) The amazing @gnomewithalaptop was my wonderful beta for this (like she if for pretty much everything I write) Thank you for all your hard work and kind words! I truly appreciate you. Divider is by the wonderful @whimsicalrogers!

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Steve was careful with the placement of his feet as he snuck along the outer gates, sticking to the shadows and making sure he wasn’t seen. Throughout the years, he had gotten good at the stealth part of this job. No longer did he burst through doors and knock enemies over the head. Okay, he still knocked people over the head, but he managed to do so in a quieter fashion—as proven by the guards that were knocked out and bound a few yards back. Though he couldn’t take all the credit. His partner this mission certainly had a hand in taking down those guards before they could signal anyone. He chanced a glance back and gritted his teeth as he saw her skip along behind him. Amanda waved as she noticed him looking. He rolled his eyes but refrained from responding beyond that, opting instead to keep going.

Amanda was good at her job; quick and lethal. She was also a pro at getting on his nerves. There was nothing she liked more than getting a rise out of him, and though it took all his self-control not to snap at her, he didn’t take the bait. He knew exactly what her goal was, and he wasn’t about to give her a win. Another win that was. He’d already snapped at her on the plane, and all she had done was smirk. That damned smirk never seemed to leave her pretty face.

He didn’t bother looking back again, knowing that while she might be skipping, she wouldn’t risk being seen. As angry as she made him, she was good at this—trained in the red room and later recruited by Natasha to work for SHIELD. When SHIELD fell, Natasha had made sure to take care of Amanda—Tony had been quick to recruit her for the Avengers.

It was her link to Natasha and their similar training that made her the right partner for this mission, even if he had objected to the choice. It was no secret that Steve and Amanda didn’t play well together. It wasn’t like him and Nat, where conversation flowed and nothing seemed out of bounds. However, with Natasha nursing a sprained ankle and the mission on a deadline, adjustments had needed to be made. Natasha would run point from the jet and Amanda would support Steve.  It didn’t help Steve’s mood to hear Natasha encourage Amanda’s behaviour with every laugh she could not contain. One minute with Amanda, and Natasha lost her ability to keep up her poker face.

And it’s not that Steve disliked Amanda. He understood why everyone liked her. She was a good friend, fun. A little wild at times, but overall nice. However, as soon as they went in the field, she managed to get on his nerves—like today.

During briefing that morning, she’d been telling jokes instead of listening and then, when he tried to update her on the plane, she chose to ignore him and sleep instead. He’d been clenching his teeth since they landed, partly because she still had the ability to still complete the mission with success. Perhaps that’s what annoyed him the most. She had no work ethic, didn’t seem to take anything seriously, but she always landed on her feet. This made it harder for him to reprimand her.

As they made their way to the building they were about to break into, Amanda had been exchanging jokes with Natasha over their communication set. Of course, Natasha could be heard laughing in his earpiece. Amanda whispered proficiently; they wouldn’t be heard unless someone got really close, and they were both too alert to let that happen. They’d staked the place out well enough to know the comings and goings of the few guards the place still held.

With the latest round of laughter clear in his ear, Steve approached the side gate that they were about to breach with anger clear in his steps. The guard placed by the entrance didn’t stand a chance against him, even if he had noticed the pair earlier. Steve swiftly knocked him out, making sure to catch the body before it hit the ground and drag it into the shadows.

Amanda suppressed a smirk as she watched him take his anger out on the unsuspecting guard. She hadn’t seen him slip like that before. Steve never lost his composure; he was the kind of person that appeared to be in complete control of his emotions. At least the Steve she had come to know. Natasha had told her in the past that Steve wasn’t as uptight as she thought he was, but it had been hard to believe. It was part of the reason why she did her best to annoy him. She wanted to break through his hard exterior.

That said, if she messed up this mission because of that desire, she would not be able to forgive herself. As she looked at his angry face, guilt took hold of her for a moment. Then the mask returned and she felt the urge to wipe it off. He seemed proud that he had taken out the guard so swiftly, and Amanda repressed the urge to applaud and instead offered him a smirk as she nodded her head to the side. It was enough to make him frown.

Momentarily confused by the smirk, Steve took half a second too long to notice the second guard that approached them to take over the station. Thankfully, Amanda didn’t miss a beat and she jumped on the man before he saw them—using her thighs to cut off his air supply. Using her weight to manoeuvre him to the shadows where Steve was ready to catch the falling body. She jumped off and quickly grabbed the rope from the rucksack on her back. Amanda made quick work of the knots while Steve kept a careful eye on their surroundings.

Amanda could already see discolouration on the jaw of Steve’s victim and she chuckled; he had really done a number on him. These guards would be sore when they woke up. They’d have a headache and a bruised ego, but unlike her targets before Shield, before the Avengers, they’d live to tell the tale. Exactly as Captain Rogers ordered—she’d been listening far more intently than he thought. When she was done tying up the guards, she stood back up and curtsied, before telling him to take the lead again.

Steve said nothing, the strain in his jaw the only indication that her curtsy pissed him off. Instead, he lightly dusted himself off and edged closer to the gate, making sure there were no other guards around before signalling her to follow him. Without further ado, she followed. He didn’t question it in the moment, and he had not heard the words Natasha had solely directed at Amanda. He’d only heard the words that were meant for him, telling him to ease up and not let her get to him so much. Natasha knew him well.

“She’s only doing it because you respond so readily,” Natasha had told him on several occasions. And though he knew she was right, he just couldn’t help it.

“Mandy,” Natasha’s voice sounded clear in Amanda’s earpiece, “the curtsy might have been a bit much.” Amanda chuckled and agreed softly.

“Perhaps that’s enough pestering for today?” Natasha suggested and Amanda knew she was right. It was like poking a bear but she couldn’t stop herself. Around her, Steve was so strict and uptight, it felt like she needed to take a few jabs just to loosen him up—even if rational thinking told her that this wouldn’t work.

When Amanda had first arrived at the Avengers compound, almost a year ago now, she’d worked hard to make people like her. She had wanted desperately to fit in, to prove that Natasha hadn’t been wrong to bring her in. But it had been difficult for her to adjust to having so many people around her. After years of working alone, Amanda had some issues working with a team. It didn’t help that it had not been her choice to join a team either—she’d been content as a spy, but the fall of SHIELD had blown her cover, and Maria had urged her to always have back up. And despite all of them being kind and welcoming, it had been tough on her.

It had been her second mission when it had all gone to hell in a basket. Her job had been to get in and out quickly; to preserve the coveted information that the stronghold they were breaking into held. Amanda had done her job quickly and sufficiently, but she could not in good conscience leave once she was done. An army, much larger than expected, had descended on her colleagues, and she had jumped into the fray without a second thought.

Steve had been angry since it had given their enemy the chance to undo her work. If they had killed or taken her, it would’ve all been for nothing. It didn’t matter to him that none of that had happened. While he was glad that she had attributed to everyone making it out alive, he had been pissed that she ignored his direct order. It wasn’t something Steve could easily forget or forgive.

“When we go through these gates all communication comes to a halt,” Steve spoke softly, bringing Amanda back to the present.

Natasha was quick to agree, while Amanda pretended to think it over. Upon a stern look from Steve, she held up her hands with a smile, offering defeat. He shook his head, knowing she did it just to get a rise out of him, so he pushed his annoyance down and gave a single nod.

He busted the lock on the gate with his shield and nearly chuckled to himself; apparently he also still burst through doors. Perhaps he hadn’t changed as much as he thought since his early days.

Once they were inside, they easily found the room where their objectives could be found and they were met with little resistance. It felt too easy. And while they went ahead with their mission—retrieving information on a terrorist attack in Washington DC—they were both immediately on edge. Uneasy, Amanda followed the steps that Natasha had provided and hacked into the system, wanting to download everything as quickly as possible so they could get out. Beside her, Steve anxiously paced the room, looking through cracks in the boarded-up windows into the empty hallway—she knew he was as apprehensive as she was.

They quickly learned that they were right to be worried because all too soon they were alerted to trouble by the sound of approaching footsteps.

For weeks, the team had surveyed the place, counting ten guards on any given day. The number of footsteps that they could hear coming closer told them that their information was off. Incredibly off. There was a minimum of two dozen pairs of feet marching their way and Amanda counted down the seconds as she wished for a way to speed up the process. 96%…97%. It went far too slow for her liking. 99%—100. She pulled out the flash drive and secured it in her boot, that way it couldn’t accidentally fall out of a ripped off pocket or a torn rucksack. Losing a shoe would be noticed much faster.

“Let’s go!” Amanda said, and Steve nodded, stepping towards the door they had come in through. He stopped there, seeing the soldiers coming around the corner. He pushed Amanda back into the room, closed the door, and used his shield to break off the handle. It would slow the soldiers down for a moment. Hopefully long enough for them to find another exit.

“Vents,” Steve whispered, and Amanda nodded, the urgency of the moment effectively grounding her. She felt no desire to play with her mission partner.

Instead, Amanda moved quickly and jumped on a chair, successfully swinging to the grate that sat over the vent. Putting her weight on it, she jiggled and managed to get it loose. Steve caught her as she came down. The grate gave a loud clang, but they didn’t care; it no longer mattered. They’d been made and stealth was no longer a requirement, only swift action.

The door rattled as something hit it, and Steve gave Amanda a boost with his shield, making it easy to climb up. She then took his shield from him and crawled back to give him enough room to jump up and climb in. They had only just cleared the room when the first soldiers trickled in.

The vents were small, and it wasn’t easy to manoeuvre through with the shield between them, but they made it work as best they could. The soldiers had chosen not to follow them up the vents, so they had to be wary before climbing down from them—those soldiers would be anticipating their reemergence. Three rooms down, they stopped and listened for movement. When they heard none, they decided to get out of the vents and try the hallways again. They’d be able to move much faster on the ground.

“Once we get out into the hallway, we start running,” Steve said, using his authoritative voice, and Amanda repressed a smart comeback. “We take a left, then a right and we should come up to another side door.” He looked through the floor plans he had saved on his phone. Amanda checked them over his shoulder and noticed two other ways out. Instead of pointing them out, she decided to follow her captain’s lead. A first, and one he was too busy to notice or appreciate, but she would be sure to fill him in once they were safe.

Carefully, they left the room they were in and started running as fast as they could. Steve took the lead, checking ahead and Amanda kept an eye on their rear. Three hallways down, they realised that the floor plan wasn’t accurate. There’d clearly been some unknown construction going on. It fit with their faulty intel. And it left them in a bit of a pickle.

“Left,” Steve ordered, assuming Amanda would follow, but instead she stopped.

“Are you sure?” She asked, looking to the right instead. Both hallways were empty, but something felt off about them. She’d much rather have turned back. The soldiers hadn’t found them yet and there was an eery silence pressing down on them. Even their own footsteps seemed to disappear into the void.

“When I give an order, I expect you to follow it,” Steve spit out, and she couldn’t help but sigh. They’d done so well so far, but now there was a shift in his voice and behaviour, and it irked her. If she had taken a moment to analyse him, she would’ve known he was nervous—but she didn’t take that moment, so she reacted as she always did, because poking the bear was such a hard-to-shake habit of hers.

“I might’ve missed that class,” she said with a happy lilt to her voice, but there was an undertone that raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Steve knew he was treading on thin ice with her, but he couldn’t be bothered to slow down. He was too wired for that.

“Not the only one you missed,” he grumbled, his anger quickly flaring at her nonchalance. It was eery how easily she rattled him.

Logically, he knew that he would have to question her behaviour. To see if it was a mask to hide her true feelings. To wonder if he triggered her as much as she did him. After all, there were others with whom she worked well—Natasha and Sam for starters, and they were two of his closest friends. So why did he continuously clash with her?

“Oh? What else?” she asked, her voice going dangerously low.

“Teamwork,” he said flat.

By now, steam was coming from her ears, and she couldn’t even contradict him. She’d been a spy for so long, trained to close herself off from others, she had forgotten what it was like to be part of a team. Natasha understood this, Sam managed to work around it easily, but as soon as the number of the group rose above three, Amanda balked. And it had pissed off Steve on a number of occasions, which had started their strained relationship. She knew she should work on that, but it was hard to let people in after a life of having to distrust everyone.

It would’ve been so much easier to remain a spy, and sometimes she resented Nat and Steve for blowing her cover when SHIELD fell. Then she reminded herself that they had done what needed to be done and she calmed down. She knew it was reckless to keep her walls so high now, but old habits died hard.

“Care to explain?” she asked, her voice strangely calm. No matter how right he was, nobody liked to have their flaws spelled out to them. Especially not as they were trapped in a building full of enemy operatives. Tensions ran high enough without any snide remarks.

In the jet, Natasha was anxiously awaiting their return. The comms were still down and she was getting more worried by the minute. It appeared that the mission had not gone according to plan, though she had no way of finding out what went wrong. With no other options, she called Tony.

“What’s up, Red?” he asked on the second ring.

“There’s been radio silence for over half an hour,” Natasha said. “Retrieving the info should’ve taken 15 minutes at most.”

“I’ll send Sam your way,” Tony said, knowing that Sam and Clint were only a short distance away for a stakeout.

“Thanks,” Natasha whispered, not reassured. She hung up after promising to keep him updated.   Natasha hated that she was injured. She wished she could go in, but she also knew she was in no shape to help them. She’d make it worse if they were in trouble. They’d have to protect her as well. If something had gone wrong, it would be better if they didn’t need to worry about her. All she could do now was hope Sam would arrive soon, and that they’d turn on their comms again. Still, she strapped on her weapons and readied herself for battle. No limp would stop her from helping her team. She would give them just a little longer to resurface.

“Last week,” Steve hissed at her, bringing her thoughts back to their previous mission, where she’d jumped in front of Sam just as he was about to take a shot. What Sam had not seen, nor had Steve, was that Sam’s target carried a detonator in his hand. If he had let it go, who knew what would’ve blown up. And while they eventually all came to understand her intentions, Steve was angry that she had not told them as she was moving—instead waiting until it was all over and done with, the detonator safely taken from the perpetrator and disarmed.

“I was saving your ass! Would you have liked me to let it go?” she exclaimed, not expecting him to answer. They both knew she was right. “My team was in danger, and I saw an opportunity—you can’t expect me to ignore it,” she lamented after a few seconds of silence, and Steve groaned. He could almost hear Natasha cackling at those words—if she found out, he would not hear the end of it. There was a familiarity in that statement that he wasn’t willing to admit to at this point.

“I’m responsible for keeping all of you safe. I can’t do that, if you keep making your own plans.” Steve said, a little defeated. She was right, but she needed to understand that he was trying to keep her safe as well.

“How about this?” she started, and though the words were promising, the glint in her eyes was menacing and he worried of what was to come. “I’ll follow your orders, unless I see a REALLY good different option?”

Steve groaned, annoyance clear in his body language. He was about to reply when a high pitched beeping interrupted him. He looked back at Amanda, seeing in her eyes the same confusion that he felt. She stepped around him, glancing into both hallways, trying to find the origin of the sound. There was nothing to see. Steve laid a hand on her shoulder and she instinctively stepped closer to him, both of them knowing something was very wrong.

“Aman—“ Steve began, when a loud explosion resounded around them and shook the ground they were standing on.

The wall to their right collapsed and caused cracks to appear in the surrounding walls in rapid succession. Debris came down around them and Steve acted quickly, pulling Amanda into the room to their left and pushing her underneath a sturdy looking desk. He crouched down beside her, using his shield to protect them as much as it could, while the ground kept shaking and they feared that the building would fall down on top of them.

“Nat!” Tony’s voice was sharp, frantic. “Jarvis detected an explosion. What happened?”

“I’m not sure yet. Sam just arrived, but the right wing of the building has collapsed,” Natasha answered, her voice all business, albeit a little breathy, and Tony could tell that she was running. He should’ve known that a sprained ankle wasn’t going to stop her.

“A team is on the way,” Tony informed her and asked her to keep him updated.

Her reply was short, followed by a grunt, and he could only assume she was climbing. Tony hated not being able to help and paced the lab he was currently in. Beside him, Pepper was scouring their information for anything that might help them. Figuring out how their information could’ve been so wrong was a worry for another day. First, they needed to get their people out.

The communication lines had some static and everyone waited with bated breath, hoping to hear their teammates and friends give them some information. They’d settle for anything, as long as they were alive. When the static intensified, Natasha and Sam briefly stopped going up the rubble, hoping to hear something, anything. Relief washed over them when a very welcome voice sounded over the frequency.

“We’re okay,” Steve grunted into the comms.

“Are you hurt?” Sam was the first to speak as everyone relished in the happiness of their survival. His return to business also made Natasha aware of their surroundings again, and she kept an eye out for enemy operatives, while simultaneously scouring the debris for any sign of where Steve and Amanda were.

“Where are you?” Natasha asked, she and Sam moving again. There weren’t any landmarks to guide them, nothing to indicate the location—they would need Steve and Amanda to guide them to where they were.

“The floor plans were off, I’m not sure where we are and we’re stuck,” Amanda answered, strain audible in her voice.

“What do you mean, you’re stuck?” Tony asked. He was hoping to provide the rescue team with as much information as he could.

“Debris is surrounding us. It’ll take a while to get through,” Steve answered now, and they could hear him rummaging.

“Just stay where you are. Let us come to you,” Sam urged them, knowing that a shift in the rocks could cause more debris to fall on them. It would be better to wait for the rescue team that Tony had sent. They’d be able to assess the situation better. An increase in helping hands would also make them move quicker.

“Nat, have you located them yet?” Tony asked a few moments later, his voice calm though an octave higher than usual. Natasha knew he was worried. Especially since it had been his choice to send in a small team. Steve had wanted to play it safe. Based on the information that they had at the time, Natasha had agreed with Tony. She wanted to tell him not to worry, that it wasn’t his fault, but she knew it wouldn’t help. Not until Steve and Amanda were safe, and they’d figured out where it went wrong.

“Not yet, I’ll keep you posted,” she promised without halting her movements. She felt the pain in her ankle increase, but she wasn’t stopping now.

Natasha and Sam encountered no one else; no guards, no casualties. Thus confirming that this had been a preconceived plan. They had been targeted, and it made Natasha feel uneasy. Not only was it supposed to have been her, not Amanda, but it also meant someone had betrayed them. She exchanged a loaded look with Sam, who had come to the same conclusion. Fuelled by anger, she kept going, ignoring her pain and eager to find her friends. She would figure out who had it out for her and Steve, but that was for later. First things first; getting her friends out.

Redwing flew to the right, moving out of sight as they went left—eager to cover as much ground as they could.

“Steve call out!” Sam called loudly as they moved slowly through the rubble. “Mandy!” he added moments later. There was no reply.

They repeated the same action several times. Calling out loudly as they moved, then waiting a minute or two for a reply. The longer it took for anyone to respond, the more frantic they moved over the debris. Finally, a good fifteen minutes after they started searching, Steve called back, and they could breathe a little easier again.

It was then that they arrived at the epicentre of the blast. A thick wall of rubble blocked their path, and as Sam tried to get Red Wing through, they realised that this would not have a quick fix. They’d need proper equipment to get through this without destabilising it.

“What’s the damage?” Natasha asked them, after informing them to sit tight as they worked to get them out. The rescue team was only 30 minutes out now—Tony must have sent for them at the same time as Sam—he must have felt something was off when she called.

“We’re okay,” Steve replied again, avoiding the real question that Natasha had asked. It didn’t escape her notice that this was the second time he and Amanda didn’t answer this question outright.

“What are your injuries?” she asked again, her words more direct and her tone telling them she wasn’t accepting anything other than a straight answer from them.

“I promise we’re okay,” Steve bravely said; defying Natasha was a lot easier when there was a wall of rubble between them, and they both knew it.

“Amanda, what is it?” Natasha pushed, hoping she’d get an honest answer out of the other woman.

“Nat, don’t worry so much, you’ll get wrinkles,” Amanda said with a chuckle, before finally giving the redhead the answers she wanted. “Steve tried to headbutt some rocks, but we all know he’s thickheaded enough to take it in stride. And I’ve just got a little wound on my leg, nothing I won’t survive.”

“How’d you get the wound on your leg?” Natasha pressed again, not trusting the answer she’d gotten. Natasha knew them both well enough to know that they’d downplay a fatal wound if it meant they’d keep everybody calm.

“A piece of rebar nicked me. Steve’s putting pressure on it. I’ll be fine.” The strain that had been in Amanda's voice before got more pronounced, and Natasha and Sam knew they had to move as fast as they could.

“Steve, is it a concussion?” Sam asked for clarification and he groaned when the captain gave an affirmative answer. It wasn’t something that the serum wouldn’t take care of, he’d be fine. However, it also meant that he’d be suffering the consequences now and would be off his game.

“It nicked your leg?” Steve whispered harshly, making sure his words wouldn’t travel. He had turned off the comms to offer them some privacy while he scolded her. He looked at the rebar wire stuck in her leg, she’d definitely downplayed the injury. At least the wire kept the blood in place—for now. If it shifted they’d be in trouble.

“Oh come on, Cap, it won’t do them any good to know that. Those rocks won’t magically disappear if the situation gets more serious.”

“I know that, but they need to know that you’ll need medical attention as soon as we get out of here,” he reasoned. It was one thing for him to pretend he was hardly hurting, another thing entirely to downplay someone else’s injuries.

“I’m sure they saw through our answers,” Amanda countered, and Steve couldn’t deny that. They were both known to fib about these things. Amanda had once been shot on a mission for SHIELD and called it a scratch as a team was dispatched to get her. Steve had lost the trust of his teammates when he began jumping from planes without a parachute.

Steve worked to stabilise her leg as best he could in the limited space they had. The desk was damaged beyond repair, but it provided them with the materials to put a splint on her. To apply it, however, he had to move around and his head was swimming by the time he was done.

“Steve, please sit down,�� Amanda urged, reaching out to grab a hold of his arm.

“No, I have to keep going. I have to move some of those rocks,” he stubbornly replied, moving to get up off the floor.

“Don’t be an idiot. Your head must be exploding. Sit down and let me check that wound,” Amanda pressed, pointing at the large gash on his temple where he’d been hit by the debris. She knew he’d be fine eventually, but he’d need to take a rest just like anyone else would with such a blow to the head. He healed faster, but he wasn’t impervious.

“I’m the idiot?” he exclaimed, no longer thinking of the people on the other side of the debris. He failed to hear Sam bark out a laugh over his outburst. Natasha just rolled her eyes. They hadn’t even lasted ten minutes without raising their voices.

“Yes, now sit,” Amanda said calmly.

“That must be a new record,” Tony chimed in on their comms.

“What?” Sam asked, wondering what this was about exactly.

“For them to raise their voices,” Tony explained, and Sam chuckled, he couldn’t deny that. He was just surprised that the sound had travelled through their comms since he was certain that Steve and Amanda had turned theirs off before they had begun arguing.

“Amanda and Steve in close confinement and annoyed,” Tony added, mirth clear in his voice and nobody could blame them.

“Jesus Christ, this will be fun,” Tony laughed, and Natasha could not help but join in.

 “They’ll tear each other apart,” Sam whispered as he began to move loose rocks. He’d have to leave the bigger ones for when back-up arrived.

“We can still hear you,” Amanda said, annoyance audible in her voice as she huffed. She couldn’t possibly tell them they were wrong. Her track record with Steve wasn’t good. She just wished she hadn’t turned her comms back on, she did not need to hear this.

“Oh hush! You two have been getting on each other's nerves non-stop lately. This’ll be good for you,” Tony joked as Natasha began to inform them that they’d be out in no time.

Natasha’s idea of no time wasn’t like Steve’s. It had been two hours and they were still stuck.

Two hours in which the irritation grew and many harsh words were spoken. It began with trying to figure out why their plans had been so far off from reality. Steve claimed it had been her intel. It didn’t matter that there’d been three other people involved in gathering the information, each one verifying everything before accepting it as truth.

Amanda claimed he’d just been too distracted to pay much attention. It didn’t matter that she’d been the one to distract him with her antics.

Then it came to preparation. Apparently, her not listening to the briefing had contributed to their lack of it. She countered that his strict approach left little room to improvise and that could’ve saved them. It didn’t matter that neither one of them could have possibly predicted this. And neither improvisation nor strict rules were able to stop a bomb.

“You’re lucky I moved as quick as I did!” Steve stated angrily.

“I know, I’m glad you bounced the rocks,” Amanda replied with a sweet smile. “They would’ve done real damage to me, but your head hasn’t been used for a while now.”

“Seriously?” Steve stood and paced the little room they had acquired over the last two hours. Outside of their bubble the rescue team could be heard making slow progress. The ruckus they made was wreaking havoc on Steve’s painful head.

“Look, Captain, I get that you don’t like me, but if you could refrain from badgering me every single chance you see me, I might be more pleasant to work with.”

“I don’t badger you every chance I get. I actually swallow my comments quite often,” Steve said innocently, knowing he was getting to her just as bad.

“Not often enough,” she countered with a sigh.

“Perhaps that should be a sign that you need to adjust your attitude. I am your superior in the field, remember.”

“Oh captain, my captain,” she sneered, moving her arms to pretend to bow to him.

“Damn it, Amanda!’ Steve exclaimed. He knew they were just antagonising each other now and it wouldn’t help them. “I just need you to work in a team. We need to be able to rely on each other.”

“You act like I’ve been stabbing you in the back, or dropped someone off a ledge. I’ve done nothing to warrant this.”

“You talked through the entire briefing, which wasn’t the first time. Then, when I tried to get you up to speed, you pretended to sleep.” Steve was getting exasperated. “Tell me, if you don’t take it seriously, how am I supposed to trust you to have my back?”

Amanda was stunned into silence. She had been talking through the briefing, because she had prepared all the points with Natasha. Surely, she could’ve stayed quiet, but it was so easy to piss Steve off and so fun to see him fuming—she hadn’t thought he’d take it this far. And on the jet, she hadn’t actually been pretending to sleep. She’d worked through most of the night and put in some earplugs to get a little shut-eye before they entered enemy territory.

Hearing him talk about the situation from his point of view, made her realise the disconnect in their experience.

“Steve, I’d prepared the briefing. I knew what it said. So did Nat, which was why we’d been joking,” Amanda spoke softly, working to calm herself. “Pissing you off was just a bonus.”

She bit her tongue, scolding herself for adding that last bit. She didn’t need to add any more to the tense situation. She needed to dissolve the situation instead. She loved to joke, to laugh and annoy people from time to time. But she did take her job seriously, and she didn’t like the idea that someone thought she didn’t.

“What?” Steve asked confused, her words had certainly knocked the wind out of his anger.

“I was up late to prepare the briefing with the latest information. I wanted it to be up-to-date in order to make the best decision about the size of our team for it. Especially since you and Tony didn’t see eye-to-eye on that.”

“I didn’t know that. But why didn’t you say something on the plane?”

“I had earplugs in, I knew you were talking, but didn’t think much of it. I figured you were either berating me for something or complaining. I just wanted to get some shut-eye, so I ignored it.”

“Those are some earplugs,” Steve said skeptically. He’d never heard of earplugs that cut out that much noise.

“Stark invention,” Amanda said apologetically.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“I think we might have to work on our communication when we get out of here,” Steve said after a few moments of silence, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He had never really noticed how much of their interactions were based on assumptions.

Amanda could only nod in agreement. He was right. It appeared that much of their animosity was based on miscommunication and expectations—they’d need to figure that out before they went into the field again.

“Do my ears deceive me?” Tony’s voice rang through the silence that followed. “Did they just have their first mature conversation?”

“It appears so. Weird,” Sam replied, a smile clear in his voice—he and Tony were enjoying this. Thankfully, Natasha was wise enough to keep her commentary to herself. For now. Amanda was certain that she’d hear the ridicule when there was no longer a wall dividing them.

Getting them from their prison took another two hours. Hours that were mostly spent in quiet contemplation and gentle inquiries to the other’s health. Amanda had been very aware of the wincing that Steve did whenever he moved quickly—despite the serum in his veins and the years of head butting, he was in pain—and she wondered how a concussion would influence him. She’d be down for the count.

Steve couldn’t muster much speech without betraying his pain and he was still too proud to show much weakness in Amanda’s presence. Instead, he focussed on her pain, which was much easier to do. And though she barely groaned when the rocks around them moved and more debris fell on them, he knew she was in trouble when blood began to trickle from her wound.

By the time they were out in the fresh air, the atmosphere between them had changed, and while they hadn’t worked through all their issues, there was a silent agreement to keep from arguing until they had. Amanda tried to keep her joking to a minimum, and Steve bit his tongue whenever she did something he disagreed with. It wasn’t easy—years of animosity wasn’t easily forgotten, but they both made the effort and recognised the effort made.

On the plane, Amanda tried her best to be her joking happy self, but her blood pressure began to plummet halfway through and worry took hold of her teammates and friends. Her skin paled, turning ashen, and she went quiet. Nobody was used to her quiet demeanour, and it quickly informed them how serious this was. Amanda was loud on a bad day—this was apparently worse than bad.

Arriving at the compound, Amanda was rushed off to surgery, where the rebar was removed from her leg, so the damage could be properly assessed. The wire had nicked an artery and it was much more serious than Amanda had tried to make it out to be. The surgery lasted hours and by the time it was finished, it was late into the evening. Helen Cho had sent everyone to bed, citing rest as a remedy from surgery, so when Amanda woke up she thought she was all alone. She soon found out how wrong she was.

“Still got the leg I see.”

Steve’s voice startled her and she quickly looked to the dimly lit hallway where Steve was leaning against the doorframe. He seemed unsure of himself and she couldn’t blame him. Despite their conversation, there was still a lot of animosity they’d have to work through, and it was tough to determine where they stood with each other now. Should they talk? Be friendly? Make an appointment? Amanda didn’t know, so she followed his lead—humour.   “Well, I asked for a wooden one, but they wouldn’t budge—said it was overkill,” Amanda said, shrugging.

“And here I thought you were attempting a whole new career path,” Steve replied with a smile. Amanda hadn’t noticed how cute he was when he smiled. Perhaps because he rarely smiled in her presence.

“Piracy was a lifelong dream,” Amanda said, trying to sound as earnest as possible.

“Sorry, they thwarted your dreams.” Steve chuckled, cautiously stepping into the room and taking a seat by her bed. He was told to rest by his doctor, but he hated having to wake up every two hours and decided to stay up entirely instead. Perhaps walking around was pushing it, but he had felt the need to check up on Amanda.

“I guess I’ll just have to annoy you a while longer.” Amanda winked at him and Steve grimaced dramatically.

“That might not be such a bad thing,” Steve added a moment later with a shy smile, looking at her through his lashes, and Amanda could not help but laugh. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Captain, my captain.”

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Boston Boys [Part Twenty]

Summary: The aftermath of the shooting at Downey’s house. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1436 Chapter Warnings: Angst, language, character death, pregnancy. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

This is it, friends! Thank you so much to everyone who came along on this ride with me. Thank you to @captain-s-rogers for encouraging me to write this story in the first place, and then agreeing that the rest of the world needed to read this fic. (Fun Fact: It wasn’t originally planned for this to go beyond Google Docs.) To everyone who has read, commented, liked, reblogged, asked to be on the tag list ... the love always seems extra special when people will come along for the ride with a writer’s OCs. Without further ado ... the finale!

Boston Boys Masterlist

A few cloudy mornings later, John rolled to his side to see Aurelie sleeping soundly next to him. Her cheeks were tear-stained. He knew from the tossing and turning and the whimpering in her sleep that the events of Downey’s house were not far from her thoughts, even as she slept. He had done his best to comfort her, but there was only so much he could do.

Though he didn’t want to wake her, they had somewhere to be that morning. He decided he would shower first, then wake her. He would do what he could to help her get ready, to make the day as easy as possible for her.

With the towel still wrapped around his waist, John sat next to her on the bed. The smell of his soap and aftershave roused her a little, but it took his fingers in her hair to get her to open her eyes.

“It’s time,” John signed.

Aurelie closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, but it was to no avail.

“I keep thinking I’m imagining this. That it was a dream. But I wake up and it’s too real.”

“I know. What can I do to help you get ready?”

She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked at him, caressing his face. With a soft kiss, she shook her head. “Nothing. I’m going to get in the shower. What time is the car coming?”

“Hour and a half.”

Kissing him again, she pushed out of bed on the other side of the mattress. This was the most he had been allowed to touch her since the hospital had cleared her to come home after the ordeal, and John felt irrationally cold in her absence.

Brie and Ben had offered to come down for the funeral, but Elsa had assured them she would be fine on her own. The one night with Chris in New York had been enough for Elsa to know that an entire funeral with her Boston people would be far too much for her New York friends to handle.

She decided to wear the pearl earrings her father had gifted her for her high school graduation. Once they were secure in her ears, she realized that having her hair entirely pulled back would be one less thing she had to think about at the event.

As she worked her hair into a pretty French twist, the reality of the situation hit her all over again. Her chest tightened and a lump rose in her throat. A deep breath stopped the tears in their tracks and she was able to finish readying herself to leave the apartment.

“Turn around.”

Scarlett did as the prison guard instructed, rubbing her wrists when the handcuffs were removed. She walked to the window the guard had indicated, sitting on the other side of the plexiglass from Seb. He picked up the phone; she did the same.

“Didn’t expect you to come see me. Especially not today.”

Seb gave a single nod. “It won’t be more than this once. I need some answers from you, Scar.”

She looked around, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “What kind of answers? Why I turned to Downey while you and I were still together? Why I kidnapped Aurelie from the hospital?”

Sebastian’s lips pursed into a thin line and his chest heaved with angry breaths. “I mean, those would be great answers, but how about you tell me what it is that Chris did that made you so angry you were willing to kill him? That you could make yourself actually pull the trigger?”

She sat up a little straighter in an attempt to keep what little dignity she had left. “He threatened all of our lives when he decided he was going to pull out of the life. When he decided to date that woman. Downey wasn’t going to stand for it, and I wasn’t going to be on the side that lost.”

“There were no winners here. Chris is dead. Downey is dead. You’re here.”

“So what?” she challenged.

Sebastian tipped his head. “One last question. Was anything between you and I real?”

She thought for a moment, then leaned forward with a sardonic smile. “The orgasms.”

With a disgusted scoff, Sebastian slammed the phone back onto its hook. He stood and turned his back on Scarlett. He was certain this would be the last time he ever saw her.

The service was small. Most of Boston, still under the impression that Downey had been a philanthropist who enriched their community, were attending that man’s funeral. Aurelie decided it was better that way. Fewer people to see that she and John sat in the front pew, Scotty sat at the far end, and her stepsisters and mother chose to take the pew behind her. As if their blame for Robbie’s imprisonment wasn’t enough, her presence at the scene of Chris’s murder only served to distance her farther from her family. Scotty remained on the fence, but the rest of them refused to speak with her or otherwise acknowledge her.

After the burial, Aurelie took a moment to herself to step away from the short line of guests offering their condolences to look out over the pond in the middle of the cemetery. She wasn’t aware that anyone had joined her until Elsa spoke up beside her.

“You lied to me.”

It wasn’t a question, and Aurelie didn’t treat it as such. She nodded “I did. I’m sorry. I was protecting my brother. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Elsa gave a single nod. “Scotty’s taking over the shop, I hear.”

“He is.”

“And the rest of the family business?”

“I don’t know,” Aurelie lied. “My involvement now is … it’s different.”

Elsa shook her head. “That’s right. Downey left everything to John, and you’re engaged to him.”

Aurelie wanted to tell Elsa more. She wanted to tell Elsa that the same night Aurelie had told John she was pregnant, he had confessed to her that he was an informant for the Boston Police Department. He picked and chose what he shared, and that would continue on -- as would Downey’s ‘philanthropy’ work, through John and Aurelie. Instead, she kept quiet.

“I’m pregnant.”

Elsa’s words finally pulled Aurelie’s gaze directly at the other woman. “You’re pregnant? Elsa, that’s -- Chris would be elated. I know that he hurt you and lied to you, too, but my brother loved you. More than you can understand.”

“I know,” Elsa whispered. “That’s why I’m keeping the baby. I can’t say that I want to be involved in any of the other business, ever again, and I certainly don’t want my child anywhere near it. But this baby does have a cousin coming, too. Maybe we can get them together every now and then.”

Tears stung the back of Aurelie’s eyes as the words pierced her heart. “Yes, we should do that.”

Several yards behind them, John called for Aurelie. When she didn’t turn around, Elsa nudged her, then pointed to John. Again, he signed to her that it was time. Aurelie nodded and asked for just one more minute with Elsa. She took the other woman’s hand.

“I know that you’re hurting. That Chris hurt you, that I hurt you. I know you have a hard road ahead, but you don’t have to face it alone. If Chris had known about the baby, Elsa, he would have provided for that child beyond what you can even imagine. I’d like to do that, in his place. Whatever you need, please, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Elsa showed a sad smile and gave Aurelie’s hand a single squeeze before withdrawing her own hand. “I wish the best for you, Aurelie.”

“Same to you.”

As the women parted, neither of them looked back over their shoulders at each other. They had crossed paths for such a short time, but there was now a thread that would forever link them together. Elsa could only hope that her child would never know the burden of family responsibility its father had known. Aurelie hoped with all of her heart that Elsa would reach out if she was ever in need, so that Chris’s legacy of giving and caring would live on. She hoped that she would be enough to carry out that legacy on her own.

As John took her hand, he asked what she wanted to do now. Aurelie glanced at her brother’s gravesite, then looked back to her fiance.

“Home,” she signed. “I want to go home.”

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iamwhoiamtmblr · 4 years ago

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Title: Remember Who You Are

Story Rating: Chapter 12 – 18+ Warnings: Fluff, mention of smut, mention of masturbation, language Relationships: Nomad Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x Reader; Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

I’ve decided to tell the story from the point of view from both Steve and the Reader. Tell the both sides of the story. The main villain is being introduced gradually. I’m referring to her as “Mistress” for now. Other characters will also be introduced as the story progresses, one an OFC.

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(FLASHBACK 1st date)

The afternoon session was a grueling workout. Hand to hand combat training was intense. Thankfully you had martial arts training in the past so you were used to the tactics and speed. Still it was painful. Getting kicked in the stomach several times and getting your legs swept out from underneath you had you on guard. Captain America evaluated everyone, making notes on what each agent needed more training with. The “asshole” Peter tried to punch you in the face. Steve came up behind him and threw him against the wall. “Never leave your back open, you could get killed.” Peter was taken aback. Part of you was shocked Steve did that but you were happy he did. Peter was arrogant enough to think he was perfect. Steve knocked his arrogance down a peg or two. “Alright everyone, that’s enough for today. 4 hours is enough.”

Leaving the locker room, you are anxious to go home. Tired and sore, you make your way to your car. “Excuse me, (Y/N)?” You jump and spin around to see Steve behind you. “Holy crap you scared me!” “Sorry, didn’t mean to.” “Yes?” “How did you make out today?” “Ok, I guess, sore & tired” you smile. “Too tired for dinner?” “Ummm, no” – you blush. “How about 8:00? I’ll pick you up” “Sure, I’ll be ready.” “I’ll see you then.” Steve walked away smiling.

You turn and get inside your car, waiting for Steve to walk away out of sight. “What the hell just happened?” He asked you out! Dinner? You rush home as fast as you legally drive!

You sighed. “What do I wear?” “Where are we going?” “Why did he ask me out?” Butterflies were in your stomach.

After showering, you put your make-up on and you put your hair done up in a fancy bun. You open your closet door. You must have tried on every outfit you have at least twice.

Finally selecting a not too extravagant black little dress; simple but elegant. You look at the clock, 7:55, you were nervous and shaking. One of America’s greatest heroes, who was not bad looking by the way, was on his way to pick you up. “Why me?”

Falling into a daydream, a knock at the door makes you come to your senses. Trying not to show your nervousness, you answer the door to find Steve standing in jeans, leather jacket, crisp white shirt, holding a bouquet of purple roses. You realize your overdress. “Hi Steve.” “Wow, you look great.” You blush. “I’m overdressed huh.” “Well, we are going to dinner on my bike so yea I think so.” He smiles. “ok, brb”

You run back to your bedroom grabbing a pink blouse and jeans. You let your hair down; the helmet wouldn’t fit over your up-do. You pause, looking into the mirror. You try to calm yourself, counting to 30. You head back to the door. “Ok, ready.” “Thank you for the flowers by the way. I love purple roses. They’re my favorite.” “I know.” Steve blushes. (He blushes too!)

Going out of the front doors of your apartment building, you and Steve ride on his Harley. Arriving at the restaurant which was a casual diner, you and Steve enjoyed light hearted conversation and “Home-cooked Meal” as he put it. (Meat and potatoes kind of place).

He suggests going for a walk on a nearby walking trail. Immediately after getting off the bike 🏍 he quickly takes your hand. You blush. His hand is strong as he holds you with a firm grip. Almost afraid to let go. You both walk for quite a while. Talking about this & that. His life since coming out of the ice. He wants to know about you. You tell him of the heartbreak you suffered as a child. Losing your parents at an early age, thankfully your grandmother took you in. She was a cop 👮‍♀️. You admired her strength so you decided to be one to, except your a SHIELD agent now. Steve realizes you both are have gone through a hard life. He holds your hand tighter. His eyes show love and compassion. He smiles at you. “Dessert? Ice cream?” You nod. You and Steve go for a drive around town, stopping at an ice cream shack near the bus station, not far from the city center. “Are you enjoying yourself? You’re awful quiet now.” – (Steve) “Yes.” you smile. “I guess I’m nervous.” “About what?” You didn’t want to tell him the truth that you were nervous about the date so you made something up. “My first mission.” “You and the other recruits are almost finished your required training. Hopefully soon you’ll be out in the field soon. The 2 weeks are almost up.” “How are we doing?” “Umm… not bad, but I think you’ll do ok.” He smiles. Steve looks at his watch, “Time to go, I have a mission briefing in the morning.” You nod, too nervous to say anything else. The ride back to your apartment went by way too fast. Having your arms around Steve felt like you belonged there. Getting off the bike, you turn to Steve. “Thank you for dinner.” “Your welcome, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stops, reaches for your chin and lightly kisses you. You blush as Steve rides off into the night. “Wonder how tomorrow will go?” you sigh. You walk into your apartment and plop down on the bed. You can’t believe what happened. He kissed you. You had a hard time to fall asleep wondering what will happen next.

Steve drove away as happy as he could be. He kissed you. It was a start. His heart started to feel alive again. He didn’t expect to fall in love after Peggy. He tried dating but most women weren’t his type or they just wanted to be with “Captain America”. He thought you were special to capture his heart. He didn’t want to scare you so he ended the night.

In fact he lied about the meeting. He knew if you were in presence any longer, he would take you home with him. He wanted you in his arms tonight, crushing you beneath him in his bed moaning his name as he fucked you senseless over and over again. Never wanting to let you go or let you out of his bed. His lust and desire for you matched the hardness in his jeans. He’ll satisfy himself when he gets home. He sighed. He told himself to be patient. That first day you met, he noticed there was something special about you; your smile. It was warm and inviting which matched your soul. He fell in love with you fast, head over heels so to speak. He’d hope you’d fall in love with him. He wanted to take it slow but he was scared someone else would try to date you instead. He did the same thing as you; he had a hard time to fall asleep wondering what will happen next.

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lullabieswrappedinlies · 4 years ago

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Boston Boys [Part Twenty]

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“It’s time,” John signed.

Aurelie closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, but it was to no avail.

“I keep thinking I’m imagining this. That it was a dream. But I wake up and it’s too real.”

“I know. What can I do to help you get ready?”

She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked at him, caressing his face. With a soft kiss, she shook her head. “Nothing. I’m going to get in the shower. What time is the car coming?”

“Hour and a half.”

“Turn around.”

“Didn’t expect you to come see me. Especially not today.”

Seb gave a single nod. “It won’t be more than this once. I need some answers from you, Scar.”

She looked around, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “What kind of answers? Why I turned to Downey while you and I were still together? Why I kidnapped Aurelie from the hospital?”

“There were no winners here. Chris is dead. Downey is dead. You’re here.”

“So what?” she challenged.

Sebastian tipped his head. “One last question. Was anything between you and I real?”

She thought for a moment, then leaned forward with a sardonic smile. “The orgasms.”

With a disgusted scoff, Sebastian slammed the phone back onto its hook. He stood and turned his back on Scarlett. He was certain this would be the last time he ever saw her.

“You lied to me.”

It wasn’t a question, and Aurelie didn’t treat it as such. She nodded “I did. I’m sorry. I was protecting my brother. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Elsa gave a single nod. “Scotty’s taking over the shop, I hear.”

“He is.”

“And the rest of the family business?”

“I don’t know,” Aurelie lied. “My involvement now is … it’s different.”

Elsa shook her head. “That’s right. Downey left everything to John, and you’re engaged to him.”

“I’m pregnant.”

Tears stung the back of Aurelie’s eyes as the words pierced her heart. “Yes, we should do that.”

Elsa showed a sad smile and gave Aurelie’s hand a single squeeze before withdrawing her own hand. “I wish the best for you, Aurelie.”

“Same to you.”

As John took her hand, he asked what she wanted to do now. Aurelie glanced at her brother’s gravesite, then looked back to her fiance.

“Home,” she signed. “I want to go home.”

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