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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 years ago

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Vertboten - Chapter Twenty Three.

Apologies for this being late, guys! Did another ten hour day today (wasn’t really up to it with my pain being through the roof, but I at least feel better for getting orgainsed and orders done) so I didn’t have time to update on my break. Hope you enjoy it!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two

Visuals - The Verboten cast of characters post

Words - 3,186

Warnings - None

Tag list - In the comments! To be added/removed, please DM me :)

Zoe,

I’ve had just over a week to try and process how on earth you, my baby sister, could possibly hurt me in the way that you have. I’m still no closer to knowing. Be at the house for 2pm this afternoon. I want you to explain yourself while the kids are out with their dad.

Ella.

“Are you going?”

“I have to, don’t I? She’s my sister. It doesn’t matter how nasty she’s been to Tyler so far in all of this. She needs me to explain myself, as she’s requested. I dunno, maybe it might help? Or maybe I’ll have a vase thrown at my head, who knows?

“I’d bet money on the vase. Duck fast, mate. You can’t deny you’ve had this coming. Want me to give you a lift and wait in the car in case it’s bad?”

Touched at her offer, Zoey reached across the table to grasp her hand, smiling. She then gestured to her plate. “Another dip?”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Laughing as Paris once again dunked her toast with zeal, Zoey was glad of her being such a good friend. She didn’t agree with what she’d done, but she was still there for her. She doubted very much her sister could manage such duality, nor did she consider herself deserving of it.

Ella was the price she had to pay for being fucked hard against her apartment door in the early hours, being held and softly kissed awake at 7am, being brought coffee before he went to pick up his kids, sent a text because he’d forgotten to tell her he loved her before he left, so did so via the message, along with a gif that had made her cry laughing as she’d waited for Paris. She had found sublime happiness with her husband. It wasn’t about to come for free.

“Okay, let me pop home and get my dress and makeup, then I’ll just get ready at yours and get Dan to meet us at the restaurant,” Paris suggested a time later, after they’d shopped until they’d dropped, climbing back inside the air-conditioned comfort of her white Range Rover. Whenever she was passenger in the vehicle, Zoey always considered trading in her little MX5 for something more spacious. As a single person with no children and a growing client portfolio by the day, she could certainly afford one.

The niceness of her bestie’s car was just one of the things she distracted herself with as Paris whisked them across the city, her heart thundering with nerves. One dress, one pair of shoes and a bag of makeup later, and they were on their way to Ella’s.

“I got this in a gift set for Christmas. You know my feelings towards gin,” Paris stated as she got back in the car, giving a miniature bottle of Tanqueray to Zoey. “I don’t know if you’ll want it but...” midway through her sentence and she’d cracked it open and poured the contents into her mouth. “Oh, apparently you do.”

“I’d drink paint thinners right now if they kept me calm,” she gasped, screwing the lid back on and taking several deep breaths as Paris pulled off her driveway, Zoey waving to Daniel as he appeared at the front window.

“I think you might be permanently calmed if you drank paint thinners, mate.” It was the laugh she needed as they pulled off, Paris entering Ella’s address into the sat nav, while Zoey felt her stomach turning over with nerves. Thirty minutes later and they were pulling up outside.

“Ready?”

“Nope.”

“Well, I wish you luck, even though you know you have a deserved tirade coming at you. You just have to face the music and tell her how sorry you are.” Leaning over, Paris kissed her cheek, pulling her phone from her bag to play a few games while she waited, Zoey sliding from the cream leather seat with reluctance, closing the door with a soft clunk.

Her legs felt like jelly as she walked up the drive, taking deep breaths, reaching for the doorbell. Jumping back, the door opened before she could make contact with the button, Ella appearing.

“Come in.” Zoey saw it in her eyes, the fury that burned, the hurt, the upset. She was utterly livid. “Go into the kitchen.” Zoey jumped again at the barked order, veering off from where she’d been heading to the lounge, feeling light headed, her heart was pounding so quickly. Leaning back against the cupboards, the place that had once felt so homely and welcoming now couldn’t have felt further from it, Ella arriving in front of her, resting back against the cooker and folding her arms, eyeing her with revulsion.

“Why him?”

Immediately, she felt her lip begin to wobble.

“Don’t you dare get upset, it won’t wash with me. I don’t want your tears, Zoey. I want your explanation. Why my husband?”

“It wasn’t a conscious choice to begin with. We ended up having a drunken kiss on the night of your birthday dinner, but I was adamant nothing else would happen. It did, though. Obviously.”

“How long after that did it take for you to fuck him?”

“Two weeks.” Ella snorted in disgust. “We tried to fight it, Ella. We did, I promise you that. I just... god, I can’t explain it. I’m a selfish bitch and a rotten sister, I know this and I’m sorry. Please believe me, I really am sorry.”

The way Ella eyed her made nerves bubble in her stomach, her hazel eyes cold and angry, narrowing at her dangerously. “So, you went from a kiss to having sex with him?”

“No, not quite that.”

“Then what?”

She felt her throat tightening, knowing that Ella was fishing for details. “There were some text messages.”

“Show me.”

“No, I won’t. It’s private.”

“So as he should have been, because he’s my fucking husband!!” Her words, roared at such a volume made Zoey tremble. She’d always been a little scared of Ella’s temper. “Show me the fucking messages!”

“What is it going to do, Ella? What? It’ll torture you, make you feel worse to see it, what it started as. I’m not going to do it.”

Stepping forward, Ella imposed herself on her, staring her right in the eye. “Show me. Now.”

Fuck, Tyler had been right. She really put the pressure on for details, just as she’d done with him. Reaching into her bag, Zoey pulled out her phone, locating Tyler’s texts and scrolling back, Ella snatching the phone away and reading through them as she skimmed her thumb over the screen. All the recent ones contained many declarations of love, ones he’d sent her on shift telling her he missed her, ones she’d sent him saying she couldn’t wait to get home and cuddle him, sweet things than made her sister wince to witness.

She knew exactly when the racier messages had been reached, Ella’s face darkening as she obviously reached the very first, closing her eyes and frowning as she shook her head. “He sent you a dick pic? Dirty bastard, how fucking dare he.” Zoey knew she was speaking aloud and not to her, so stood wordless, still trembling. She nearly dived out of her skin when Ella suddenly hurled the phone across the kitchen, the screen smashing on the tiled floor.

“So, it was when he stayed with you, when the storm rolled in. That’s when you fucked him?” She nodded, making a move to pick up her phone. “Leave it!” Ella screamed. “And how was he, hmm? Knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?”

Zoey felt so uncomfortable, and her sister was loving every second of it, making her squirm. “I hear you’re into all that sadistic shit I’m not. How long did it take, for him to talk you into all that? But hang on! I’m jumping the gun. You still haven’t told me how he was! How many marks out of ten would you give my husband for how he fucked you, Zoey?”

A tense silence followed, Zoey clamming up, her mouth starting to water, swallowing hard. “Stop shaking and fucking tell me!”

“What? What do you want to hear? That he’s the best goddamned sex I’ve ever had? That I’ve never been with anyone I’m as compatible with as I am him? How he still wants me so much, we’re barely within the apartment before he picks me up and rails me against the front door? Is that what you want to hear, Ella? Because that’s not what I want to tell you! I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have! I might have had an affair with your husband, I might have broken your heart, and all of that I accept, but you doing this, fishing for details just to try and make us feel worse about it, it’s sick!”

“You’re calling me sick? You’re the filthy little tramp here, and you have the nerve to call me the sick one? Dirty, disgusting little piece of meat. You know he’ll leave you eventually, don’t you? Once he’s had his fun, he’ll chuck you, when you’ve sated his need to have something cheap to violate, pervert that he is.”

“Don’t call him that. You couldn’t shame him and you won’t do it to me either. We both accept what we did was wrong, we both do, Ella. We’re sorry, we know, we know! You don’t get to shame what we have though, or pick apart our relationship.”

“You don’t have a relationship! He’s convinced himself he loves you to make all of this worth it!!

“Would he have come to me on Christmas night and told me he loved me if he was just convincing himself? Because he did.” Finding some courage, she began to fight back, not prepared to let Ella get away with being so cruel. She deserved the name calling, but she did not deserve the rest of the nastiness she was receiving, Ella wanting to play mind games and intimidate her. “You can’t make me doubt what I have with him, because it’s real, and I know that must hurt you, and I’m so sorry...”

“Sorry? Oh, she’s sorry! She’s so bloody sorry! Sorry my goddamn arse, Zoey! I see how sorry you are, which is zero!” Drawing breath, she was about to begin again before she slumped back, covering her face with her hands.

“I am sorry, Ella. We both are, but it happened and we have to try and find some way to co-exist, for the kid’s sake more than anything. I don’t expect you to instantly forgive me, hell, I don’t expect you to forgive me at all. Be as angry with me as you need to be, but I want us to work towards a truce, at least. For the kids’ sake,” she explained, Ella looking up at her in disbelief.

“Truce? No. That won’t be happening. You fucked my husband, we’re done. I only called you here to make you face up to what you did, and you have, so leave. Go.”

“Ella, please,” she began.

“I said go.” Nodding, Zoey picked up her phone and left, feeling even worse than she previously had. She deserved to though, she guessed. Same as the shattered phone screen, sighing and feeling thankful she had insurance and could just drop it in with Apple before work on Monday, having an old handset she could use in the meantime. It was the first thing Paris noticed when she got back in the car.

“Well, at least it’s only your screen that got smashed in and not your face!”

Yes, she was lucky there. Zoey had expected a slap at the very least. “True, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t horrible. She was so, so angry with me.”

“As expected, and as you deserve.” Paris spoke, turning to look back up the road before pulling out from the space she’d parked in.

“Right, absolutely. I tried to end it positively, we had a bit of back and forth and in the end I did rise to it a little, because she was deliberately making me feel uncomfortable, pressing for too many details like she did with Tyler. This is why my phone got smashed, because she demanded to see the text messages.”

“The text messages? The sexting ones?”

“Right, those,” she confirmed, putting her broken phone back into her bag. “Anyway, I digress. I told her that I didn’t expect instant forgiveness, or forgiveness at all, in fact, but that I wanted us to work towards a truce, for the kids' sake more than anything.”

“Ahhh see, that you said wrong. For the kids' sake implies that you don’t really care about repairing your relationship with her for her. You took her husband and now show her that you neither expect to be forgiven, nor that you expect your relationship to heal any time soon either.”

Zoey had been so upset at being called the names she was, at the ferociousness of Ella’s verbal attack, she hadn’t even thought about it that way, that wanting to tread carefully and not pressure her sister for too much too soon might look dismissive of the fact she did care, beneath her awful behaviour.

“There definitely wasn’t room to try and discuss something else that’s been on my mind either, but then again, I think that’s for her and Tyler, not me,” she stated, Paris pointing at the Starbucks drive-thru.

“My treat?”

“Yeah, thanks, mate.”

“So, what was the other topic of discussion?” Zoey explained it all, what Tyler had noticed, how her behaviour had only truly changed towards him, thus meaning he questioned the validity of her claim she was suffering from some form of trauma, or that she’d be diagnosed and sent to a therapist with quite the efficiency she had been, and no medication prescribed either.

“Oh, honey, yes. If you’d have gone there with her then I doubt you’d have walked out unscathed. Her behaviour only related to Tyler; therefore, Tyler is the only one who can broach this with her. Anyway, change of subject. How has your first week of actually being an out in the open couple been for you guys?”

“All of this aside, it’s been blissful, which has made us feel bad, of course, but we’re trying not to focus too much on that and just enjoy being happy. I love having him at the apartment too, but we’re truly not ready to live together yet. He went to see a house this morning before work, so I guess I’ll hear how that went when he gets home. I only got the very quick standard messages of he hopes I’m having a good time with you and that he loves me.”

“Awwwww, babe! I love when it’s all new and sweet!” It felt good, for Zoey to be able to talk about her relationship, now that’s what she had with Tyler. It was real, it was him and her. She knew she’d be admonished for it for a considerable time to come, but she wouldn’t be ashamed of being in love with him.

“You know, I think the only bad thing about him sometimes other than my worry over what he does for a living being fraught with danger, is the fact that when he snores, holy hell, it’s ungodly. Hang on, let me change my handsets over and I’ll show you.” She noted, once they were back at her place. A quick switch of her SIM and memory card later and she called up her videos. “Actually, I’m bursting for a wee. You find it, it’ll be the last one I recorded, I think.”

Mid-way through her wee, though, she suddenly remembered, eyes widening, that the video of him snoring was definitely not the last one she’d recorded. Oh no. The last one had been...well...spicy.

“Oh, Jesus, god, Paris no!” Flushing the toilet and hurtling back around the corner as fast as her feet would take her, she nearly exploded at the sight, Paris turning to hold the phone away from herself at arm's length, her mouth hanging open, eyes wide.

“He’s a fuckin’ beast!” There on the screen was Tyler, pounding her assiduously from behind, her hair wound around his clenched fist while he had her handcuffed to the mezzanine rail, making her wail in ecstasy. “Slightly more of you than I ever wanted to see too!”

Snatching her phone back, she continued to laugh at Paris’s perturbed face, shaking herself dazedly, whispering ‘bloody hell, bloody hell’ over and over before walking over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of schnapps and upending it into her mouth. “I mean, was he trying to go through you?”

“Usually. He’s a...”

“Beast? Actual fuckin’ sexual beast? Dude, Daniel and I watch porn, a lot, and let me tell you, I’ve never seen anything like the fucking railing he was just giving you! I mean...ouch! Because your bloke, he ain’t small, either! It must be like getting punched in the cervix with a baseball bat!”

Zoey was close to peeing her pants at that point, Paris becoming more aghast by the moment. The key in the door signifying the man in question’s arrival was perhaps the most perfect timing ever, Zoey moving to greet him, kissing him fondly through her giggles.

“You!” Paris immediately roared, spinning around, Tyler holding up both hands and widening his eyes.

“What did I do?”

“Committed assault upon my bestie’s vagina, is what you did!” Immediately, Zoey got the inquiring eyebrow from him.

“She accidentally happened upon the video of me bent over the mezzanine rail.” Immediately, a huge grin spread across his face, a quiet rumble of laughter rattling his throat as he went to the fridge and pulled a beer out.

“Yeah, good night, that was.”

“That’s all you can say, good night?” Paris began, Zoey internally pleading for her to back down. Paris was feisty, but Tyler would shoot her straight down if it came to verbal sparring.

“Why don’t you watch the rest of it and then tell me if you agree. Word of warning though, you will see me stick my tongue up your bestie’s arsehole. Among other things.” He winked, sipped his beer and laughed, while Paris nearly choked on her schnapps, still being drunk from the bottle.

“Dirty, dirty children.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Hell, all you have to do is bend over and I’ll show you if you like?”

“Oh my god, Tyler!” She stomped off to the balcony then, taking Zoey’s vape with her, her cheeks on fire from blushing and Zoey collapsed on the counter, dying. Tyler merely shrugged, looked pleased with himself and continued drinking his beer, grinning widely at his girlfriend by the time she emerged.

“You’re so bad!”

“It’s why you love me, though.”

“Among a plethora of other reasons.”

It was true, and no amount of shit or shame Ella wanted to hurl at either of them would change that.

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forabeatofadrum · 3 years ago

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Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

I was tagged by Aly (hewwo @blurglesmurfklaine)

e pare stella che tramuti loco (part 3 in the Snowbaz Paradiso series)

The Comunità Mitica is as unorganised as the Comunità Magica.

At last (Klaine canon-divergence drabble)

“But... But what?” Kurt asks, desperate to make some sense out of this situation.

che col tuo lume mi levasti (part 2 in the Snowbaz Paradiso series)

I’m hopeful.

Zimbits April Updates (this is actually a collection of five standalone drabbles, hence the 5 sentences)

“I don’t know how to feel about this,” Bitty says as he’s seasoning the meat. - Meat

Larissa is fanning herself. - Bay

When Bitty graduated from Samwell, he knew that a part of him would always consider campus as home. - Memory

“Bits. I think I want to go back to school.” - Thinker

You don’t have to tell Bitty that he’s short. - Tiptoe

A rip in time (my ultimate Doctor Who crossover clusterfuck)

“You know, I never expected there to be dinosaurs on a space ship,” Rory says, mostly to himself, “And you’d think that I have gotten used to strange things by now. Hell, I was a Roman mannequin for 2000 years.”

Learn to let go (a CrisTales oneshot)

“Crisbell killed my brother.”

I’d cry a river just for you (the Klaine Advent 2021 fic)

Normally, Blaine would ride his bike to university.

l'amor che move (il sole e l'altre stelle) (part 1 in the Snowbaz Paradiso series)

I thought we were going to be happy.

Mr. Grimm-Pitch and Mr. Snow, In The Library, With a Snog (Snowbaz canon-divergence oneshot)

Agatha’s sat nav navigates us to the Pitch estate in Hampshire.

Any way the wind blows (Zelda: Breath of the Wild oneshot)

There’s a traveller staying at the Inn.

Okay just like Aly there are a lot of short, out-of-context sentences. I do already know that I like to start stories with a spoken sentence. The Paradiso ones are obviously part of a series, so the ones of no. 2 and 3 are definitely out of context, since you obviously need to know what happened prior.

Tagging @esperantoauthor @coffeeorderwrites @coffeegleek @quizasvivamos @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @urban-sith @captain-aralias and honestly everyone who wants to. I don’t want to spam people’s activity page.

#quite a list of fandoms huh #lol at paradiso 2 having two words but ya know that's how it goes with first person fics #tag game

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 3 years ago

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Resol’nare - Part Ten

A/N: Well what do you know? This story ain’t dead after all! I AM SO SORRY to anybody who has been patiently waiting for this story to update. I had an absolute temper tantrum meltdown breakdown identity crisis with a heaping dollop of doubt to sift through before I felt comfortable bringing this sucker back, and while this chapter is largely filler, I am re-invigorated with my drive to finish this beast and the next chapter is a whole entire doozy. Without further ado, welcome back, Din and Nav!

*this story will regularly be using words in Mando’a. for a good list of references click here.*

Summary: Having just barely escaped an assassination attempt with their lives, Din and Navina agree to help each other untangle all of the knotted threads that they have run into. But Navina may have ended up with a little more than she bargained for when she kicked the conversation off by asking him about the Darksaber. With her history of searching for it so that it could be destroyed and his current role as Mand’alor, will they be able to get past their differences?

Warning: mentions of violence, trauma, death

Word Count: 4.9k

Nevarro.

“Are you in possession of the Darksaber?”

Navina’s question hung in the air of the cockpit, the lingering vibrations of her words still audibly humming around them even though several beats had gone by without an answer from the Mandalorian.

I shouldn’t have led with that.

Gunning straight for the Darksaber was a bold move and one that had clearly shocked him. Being encased in beskar made it difficult for her to interpret his body language but not impossible, and the abrupt swivel of his helmet to bring the darkened visor in line with her eyes as she asked the question told her everything that she needed to know. He has it. Or he knows where it is but it… he wasn’t expecting me to ask that.

Though she didn’t know him well, she knew him well enough to assume that not many things caught him off guard. He had just demonstrated that with how quickly and instinctively he moved to get her to safety under fire, and she’d seen it in the way that he fought the reptavians the last time they were on Nevarro. But since this was a conversation and not something that he could shoot his way out of, a situation where he couldn’t just rely on reaction or muscle memory, it caused him to freeze up and for a few seconds Navina wondered if he wasn’t considering trying a blaster anyway.

Wouldn’t be the first time my conversational skills got me shot at, but…

But he hadn’t reached for his weapon. He hadn’t clapped her in binders or told her to get off of his ship, hadn’t left her stranded in the middle of nowhere out in the lava flats. Perhaps most importantly though, he hadn’t outright refused to answer. Navina’s eyes drifted to the sculpted signet on his shoulder, the vacant eye of the Mudhorn skull staring back at her as she waited for him to break the silence. She recalled what Firo’s mother had told her about what she’d seen and heard; about the two Mandalorians in Diadem Square and the words she had heard them say. Aliit. Mudhorn. Mand’alor.

He has it. He has it, he’s just not sure what to tell me because he-

“Are you planning to challenge me for it?” He tilted his head down slightly, the angle suggesting that he was glancing at the same spot on his pauldron that she was.

What? She snapped her head up to find his eyeline already waiting, the darkened visor boring into her as her heart pounded in her chest. Challenge him? That would be crazy… and he knows that. Swallowing, she slowly shook her head, her long, thick braid tugging heavily at her nape as it swung like a rope. “You didn’t answer my question.”

The Mandalorian crossed his arms over his chest and shifted in his seat. “Neither did you,” he pointed out.

Navina let out a breath in a short burst. “No.” Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips as she narrowed her eyes. “No, Mando, I’m not planning to…I don’t want it.” I want to get rid of it.

“But you know what it is. You know what it… means.” It wasn’t a question, but she nodded in answer anyway. I sure do. “Then why should I believe that you wouldn’t want it for yourself?”

She winced, though she knew why he had to ask. Because everyone else who has looked for it has wanted it for its power. Wanted to use it. The thought of owning the Darksaber, of wrapping her hand around its hilt and igniting the fabled crackling, black blade made her stomach turn. Before she could stop it, the image of her mother’s empty helmet skipping over the cave floor like a smooth stone over water, the visor cracked and the bottom edge smeared with blood, flashed in her mind. If it weren’t for that thing I might still… my family might- Stop.

Swallowing the emotions that had started to build up in her throat, she leaned forward to brace her forearms on her knees, hands gripping her opposite elbows. “I guess you don’t have to believe me.” She shrugged, eyes landing again on the Mudhorn on his shoulder. “But I-

“You keep looking at this.” He cut her off, lifting the arm bearing his signet. “So I think you know the answer to your question.” Straightening, Navina sat back in the bucket seat she occupied, her attention back on the man’s dark visor, on the hard lines and sleek angles of the helmet obscuring his face. “But what I want to know is how you found out. You aren’t Imperial.” He spat the word in such a way that made her thankful that he at least seemed to believe that she wasn’t working for some remnant of the Empire. “You’re not a Jedi.” She scoffed and he continued with a slight shake of his head. “You aren’t...haven’t sworn the creed.” Navina winced again. Not Mandalorian. That’s what he was going to say, and he’s...right. “So how do you know about the Darksaber?”

By then, she had lost track of how many questions had been asked and left unanswered by both of them. This is...we’re not getting anywhere like this. Gritting her teeth, she took a second to let out a controlled breath. But if he wants a holochess match, I’ll give him one. “Not a lot of people speak Mando’a anymore, do they?”

The lights of the cockpit’s dashboard bounced off of the beskar as he shook his head, the leather of his gloves groaning as he clenched his hands into aggravated fists. “What does that have to do with-”

“There were two Mandalorians seen on Corellia recently.” Navina chose her words carefully as he fell silent again. “They were wearing cloaks over their armor and whispering about you, Mando.” She stuck her chin out towards him as she stood and turned to lean against the wall panel. “Didn’t catch every word” I didn’t but they were definitely speaking the Concordian dialect…they mentioned the Darksaber. Called you the Mand’alor… they talked about your signet, your clan… your aliit.”

In the same way that the memory of her mother’s helmet had torn through her mind, she felt another flash cut through her thoughts as she spoke the Mando’a word for family. This one was different though, bringing with it the sound of her father’s booming laugh, her mother’s clear voice as she sang to the little one, his eyes wide as he happily clapped along. It brought a warmth that almost filled her chest, sloshing up the sides and swirling once around her heart to remind her that she still knew what it felt like before it drained back into the icy bittersweet depths of her past. It reminded her of the devotion and the love she would always have for her family, no matter where they were now, and it was the one word that she knew would get his attention, make him listen and believe what she was saying.

Because if he has a family… this is where he’ll make his move.

He proved her theory right instantly, the man rising quickly to his feet to pace the small space. “The kid?”

Kid? Navina felt her own eyes grow in surprise. Finding out that the Mandalorian had a child was the furthest thing from her mind when she dangled the word aliit. A riduur, maybe, or else just other loyal sworn clan members, but a child? And he said ‘the kid’ not ‘my kid’... She tried to drown out the sound of her heartbeat as it thundered in her ears. Does that mean… a foundling?

Sucking in a breath, she was hit with another memory, this one slicing deep enough that she could feel the old scar across her back, searing in pain like it had when she received the wound that left it. “Protect him, Ina! Keep him safe!” The task her father charged her with as he and her mother sprung into action to fend off the attackers echoed in her skull. There was the clash of weapons against beskar, the scrape of blades against stone, and her own blood rushing in her ears as she saw a blaster raised and pointed at the place where the foundling sat crouching behind a boulder. No! Without a second thought she flung herself through the air, wrapping her arms around the smaller child’s tiny body, crying out as heat streaked over her shoulder blades.

If they know he has a kid they might be… She shuddered, recalling not just the pain but the absolute terror she felt as she cradled the small bundle to her chest in the memory. They might try to go after his kid to get to him. Like they did with my parents.

After all, it had been other Mandalorians who had attacked them on Yavin, other Mandalorians who had killed her mother. If they were looking to strike at a weakness, other Mandalorians would know how to find one.

“No.” It came out blunt and firm, breaking her from her thoughts. “Naasade kar’tayl. No one knows where to find him.” What? Find him? What does that mean? “I... made sure that I was the only one who knew how to-” Swiveling his head, he seemed to make another connection then, reaching for Navina’s left bicep and making a tight grip. “You said these Mandalorians were on Corellia?” She nodded, his fingers only digging deeper into her arm. “Where?”

Clearing her throat, Navina brought her right hand up across her body to place it over his, her palm making contact with the cool metal of the raised triangle adorning his gauntlet in an attempt to make him loosen his hold on her. “Coronet City,” she answered, eyes flicking from his visor down to her arm where their hands were stacked. He picked up the cue, releasing her but not stepping away, staying close enough to her that she felt his sleeve brush the exposed skin above her elbow as they both dropped their arms. “Why? What does-”

The Mandalorian leaned forward then, placing his hands on the edge of the dashboard to look out the windshield at the crater where her ship once stood, at the smoldering remains of the vessel that had tracked and attacked her. “The bounty hunters that followed you here...” His shoulders lifted and sagged as he took a breath, the curve of his helmet lowering with the slight dip of his head as he spoke, almost as though he felt guilty for something. “They were hired in Coronet City.”

Oh. That’s… a new development. “So, what? You think,” Navina turned to line her vantage point up with his, joining him in surveying the scene. Dark plumes of thick smoke still rose from the burnt, melted bits of metal littering the cracked ground. An eerie shiver went up her spine, climbing one vertebrae at a time until it reached her brain. “You think that the same people are after both of us?” But that’s...that doesn’t make any sense. Unless-

“I think there’s a chance that they…” He muttered a swear low under his breath, Navina only able to make out the derogatory intonation of his voice and not the word itself. “That they might have targeted you because of me.”

Ruusaanyc. Trust him. Tell him what you know.

They were her own thoughts, but they felt foriegn. Her inner monologue almost never came to her in Mando’a, and trust was a rarely used word in her vocabulary no matter the language. Where did that come from? Without realizing she had pulled it out from under her shawl, Navina looked down to see that she was clutching her pendant, the thing emitting a faint violet glow through her fingers as though it was trying to will her to share what she knew with the Mandalorian.

Ruusaanyc.

Huffing out a sigh, she let the Mythosaur fall against her chest and shook her head. Here goes everything. “I don’t know about that, Mando… I think…” It was her turn to mumble a swear into her shoulder as he turned away from the windshield to face her. Now or never. “I think I know who it was and… and I think they’ve been after me for a long time.”

“What does that mean?” Some of the edge was back in his voice and she could tell that he was done with the volley of questions, done with trying to interpret her answers or encode his own. It was a small relief, if she was being honest, to drop the pretense and just lay it bare. This is the Way, right? “Who do you think it was, and why would they want you dead?”

Our enemies think we are enemies.

She heard the deep, smooth voice of the stranger from her dream; the man in the brown robes who her family encountered as they fled from Concordia, the mysterious wielder of that purple blade, the figure who had entrusted them with the care of the foundling and then held off their pursuers as they made their escape from the very group of Mandalorians that they had previously supported.

Death Watch.

No. The people who attacked us, who hunted us, they weren’t… they became something else.

Her parents had been members of Death Watch, her mother raised as a foundling after being taken in by one of their warriors, and her father born on Mandalore into one of the oldest clans that never bowed to the pacifists. They believed in a return to the ancient Way, adhering strictly to the most literal interpretations of the tenets of Mandalorian life. They believed in protecting their clan and their tribe above all else. Even if it meant defecting from the ranks. They believed in preserving their traditions and their history. Even if it meant teaching it in caves. They believed in supporting Mandalore. Even if it meant rebelling against the Mand’alor.

At some point in their exile to Concordia, Death Watch had become an incubator for corruption and hate. At some point, the focus had shifted from reclaiming their home planet from the Pacifists and the Republic to attaining a mythic weapon and the power that came with it- even if it meant forming some highly questionable alliances. And at some point, even that had not been enough. Not for her.

Navina blinked, suddenly aware that too much time had elapsed without a response. Say something. Tell him something… Trust him. Swallowing, she brought one hand up to her forehead, raking it back over her hair. Her palm came away smudged in black soot from the earlier explosion, and she stared at the way the lines and cracks of her hand looked caked in sweat and smoke. “There was a… a rift in the Tribe my family belonged to,” she began, taking a breath and lifting her eyes to find him watching her, standing stock still and silent as space with his arms at his sides.

“A rift?” The jerk of his helmet served to punctuate his question. Be more specific, he’s not going to be patient forever, he’s- “A splinter sect?”

She raised one eyebrow, mouth falling open for a second. He knows about Death Watch then. He knows that it… how it went. Outside of the Mandalorian’s ship, night was beginning to fall on Nevarro. The typically vibrant red of the setting sun was tempered by the smoke in the air to create a darker, subtle maroon hue. On a normal night, it wouldn’t be long before the sky was pierced by millions of stars, signaling that it was time for sleep. But despite how utterly exhausted she was from the events of the day, Navina felt adrenaline pulsing through her body with each beat of her heart. “Y-yes,” she finally managed to sputter out. “They were a part of-”

“Of Death Watch,” he finished with her, his modulated voice completely eclipsing hers and increasing her heart rate by double as she bobbed her head in a nod. “My original covert,” he sighed and she noticed him opening and closing his hands, tipping his head down to look at the backs of them as he spread his fingers wide. “My Tribe? We were known as… as the Children of the Watch.”

The entire galaxy stood still, all sound vanished as he spoke. The Children of the Watch. That’s…

“That’s...my parents, that’s the…” She was vaguely aware that she was speaking, but seemed unable to arrange her words into anything resembling coherency, her chest starting to heave slightly from shock. “That’s the name of the covert my parents were… that they wanted to find...to join.”

“They’re the good guys, Ina’ika.” Her father had promised her as he soothed her in the aftermath of the attack, her mother’s callused hands rubbing an herbal salve over the wound on her back while the little one slept off the terrifying encounter. “The good guys that we can trust.” He took both of her small hands in one of his, closing it around them. “Do you remember how to say it in Mando’a, ad’ika?”

She’d sniffed, no tears in her eyes as she nodded and answered her buir. “Ruusaanyc.”

Her eyes snapped shut then, the corners stinging sharply. She hadn’t cried at eleven years old, and she refused to do so now. Not in front of him. Not… not now.

“Your family wanted to… to join my tribe?” He paced as he asked, seemingly as shocked as she was by the connection that they almost shared. “And they were… you were attacked because of that?”

Navina opened her eyes to see the swish of his cape as he turned to face her. Sort of. “Not because of...of which covert they wanted to join. It was more because they left in the first place… it was-” Tell him.

“Navina?” He closed the distance between them, stepping close to her again like he had when he grasped her arm, though this time he wasn’t as forceful. “Why was your family attacked? What… made them leave?”

A dry laugh completely devoid of humor tumbled from her lips. “It’s obvious, isn’t it, Mando?” She combed some of the soot caked strands of her hair back with both sets of fingers as she spun and returned to her seat. “The Darksaber. The leaders of Death Watch… they gave in to its power. Used it to... “ She had to stuff down the stories that her parents had told her about the “leaders”, the demagolka, the real life monsters that they’d almost followed into the pits of corruption- Gar Saxon. Rook Kast. Maul. Bo-Katan Kryze. Instead of naming them, she shook her head. “My parents didn’t want that. They didn’t want Mandalore to fall under the control of… of people who defiled the title of Mand’alor.”

“Your parents were zealots.” It wasn’t a question, nor was it an accusation even if it was abrupt. “We...the Children of the Watch, other Mandalorians have referred to my covert that way, too.”

She let out another scoff. “It was a little different for them, I think.” That was putting it mildly and she knew it. “They… they believed that the Darksaber had to be destroyed.”

“Destroyed?” He echoed. “I don’t understand. Why would it need to be destroyed? Couldn’t they just challenge whoever had it last?”

He doesn’t see. “They didn’t want it any more than I do. They…” Her forehead furrowed and her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, darting back into her mouth tasting of the ashy white residue still stuck to her skin. “Mando, do you really know what it is? What that weapon- how it works? How it...behaves?”

“Behaves?” His head moved backwards, nearly hitting the rear of his helmet against the wall. “It’s a weapon. It doesn’t behave, you learn to use it.”

Though she had never seen it ignited in person, she pictured the unstable, broken currents of energy that her mother had described to her, imagined the harsh sound of it spitting and snapping at itself and anything it touched. Comparing it to the smooth beam of consistent, controlled purple light of the saber that the nameless man that had bestowed the foundling upon her family used, it was clear to her that the Darksaber was a cursed iteration of what it was originally intended to be.

When she spoke again her voice was low and small, barely making it out of her throat. “If you’ve ever used it then you know that’s not true.” She moved her head from side to side, eyes stuck on the blackened T of his visor. “You know that’s not what you really believe.”

“It’s...powerful,” he admitted. “I don’t… I’m not quite sure that I know how to wield it yet, but it… it’s just a weapon, and it-”

“It was never made to have so many masters.” She’d heard it so many times she hardly noticed it slipping out of her mouth.

“What?” Yeah, I get it, it sounds ridiculous, but… She narrowed her eyes. But he wants to believe me, doesn’t he?

Navina gave him a half shrug. “It was something my mother would say. She said that it was never meant to… bond with so many souls. That it was never meant to be a symbol, that it was only ever meant to serve its maker.”

“Bond with people’s souls…” He shifted to the edge of his chair. “Like the Force? The...the Jedi?”

“I don’t know, Mando. Maybe? I-” she let out a heavy sigh to empty the buildup of tension and frustration in her chest. “I’m not an expert, I… I didn’t get to learn everything that she had to teach me.” It came out with a tinge of venom that he didn’t deserve and she immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry, that-”

“It’s fine,” he said, letting out a sigh of his own, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling the same way; Short changed on knowledge, clinging only to the scraps of what he had been taught and completely clueless about the rest. It’s not fine. Not for either of us. “It’s… there’s still a lot that I need to learn. Things that I don’t really understand but that I… need to.” She thought he was done speaking, a full twenty count going by with nothing but the hum of the air filters and the consistent flash of the starter, alerting the pilot that the ship was fully fueled and ready for takeoff at a moment’s notice, when he finally spoke again. “I didn’t want it, either.”

Something in the depth of his voice made her heart ache for the man. He’s not like the ones who held it before him. He’s not… I believe him. “But you have it now.”

“I… I do. But it was never what I… all I wanted to do was protect my- the kid.”

I believe that, too. If the way that he had put himself in harm’s way to keep her safe was any indication of how far he’d go to protect his own family, she knew that if nothing else, she could believe him on this. But something that he had said earlier circled back to the forefront of her brain, and though she still didn’t doubt him, she needed to ask. “Mando? Where is your… you said he was safe, and that only you could…” He turned quickly in her direction, the motion coming off defensive. No, not because I want you to tell me. She held up her hands then, smudged palms facing him. “I’m only asking because I don’t want anything to…” This isn’t coming out how I… “Mando, I’m only asking, because if the same people who attacked my family are the ones that were looking for you, too… if it's them? Their clan or...or cult? They’ll look for any way to get to you. So if they know about your...son? They came after me when I was a child, held a blaster on the foundling we were caring for and… I don’t want that to happen to you.” Or your aliit.

Her explanation seemed to satisfy him, his hands relaxing against his thighs. “Your family cared for a foundling.” Again it was a non-question, but again she nodded. “Then you know that according to the Creed, if you are able to...reunite them with their kind then that’s what you are obligated to do.” The strange ache she felt for him deepened as she came to the conclusion before he said it out loud. Oh. She noticed his right hand hovering over one of the pouches of his belt, almost as though he were going to open it, take something out. He didn’t though, returning his hand to his lap and telling her what she had already guessed. “I did that. I… he’s with his kind now and they’ll… he’s safe there. No one but me knows how to get in contact with his… the person taking care of him now.”

“You’re still his buir, Mando. Still his family.” Big round eyes and pudgy green cheeks flashed in her mind. You’re still my family, too, ad’ika. “You always will be.” It was odd, comforting him this way. He was a stranger, but he wasn’t. His story was different, but familiar. In another life we could have grown up together.

He must have found it odd, too, though if he did he didn’t say anything, and she wondered if he wasn’t also thrown by the way that their lives were both parallel and in opposition of one another’s. “Thank you,” he eventually said, and she saw his chest rise and fall with another sigh. “For everything that you told me. I… have a lot to think about.”

“I...you’re welcome, Mando, I… I want to help you, if you’ll let me, I… maybe we can help each other. At least until this threat is… handled. And then…” Then I’ll disappear, let you lead your people however you… however you think is best.

“I’d...like that. I want to be able to think of you as an… an ally.” Navina dug deep and found a smile to offer him then. An ally. Alright. “But I… I still can’t… don’t feel comfortable bringing you back to the new covert location. Not because I don’t trust you, I… I need to find the people who did this. Who are doing this, and I can’t have them follow me back to where the rest of the Mandalorians are because they’re following you.”

He didn’t mean it to be hurtful, just tactical, and even though she was used to feeling the leaden weight of clanlessness in her heart, hearing him say it felt like he had hefted more weight into it. “It’s fine, Mando. I’m… I can find a place or I can go back to-”

“No.” He cut her off and reached one hand out, placing it lightly on her shoulder, the cup of his palm covering the whole cap of her sleeve, thumb ranging towards her collarbone. Though it was a completely innocent touch, it immediately acted as a ballast for the weight of his previous words.”I do need to go… to get back there right away to… to check on things and discuss all of this with some of the others but I’m not just going to leave you unprotected either. Not until all of this is… done.”

He wants to protect me? But… why?

Ruusaanyc. Trust him.

From her peripherals she could tell that the stone in the center of her pendant was shimmering again. “You… you don’t have to do that.”

He shocked her when he pressed his thumb and then the rest of his fingers gently into her flesh, just enough to dimple the fabric of her shirt. “Yes, I do. I am the Mand’alor, and it’s my responsibility to… to make sure that no one in my own covert is a part of this. And to… to keep all Mandalorians safe.”

But I’m not… It occurred to her suddenly that maybe, to him, she was.

This is the Way.

“Alright.” She nodded, focusing on keeping her throat from choking around her words as she spoke them. “Then where will I… I don’t know anyone here, on Nevarro. Firo isn’t anywhere close, so I-”

“I have an idea,” he tilted his head and from the angle alone she could tell that it wasn’t going to be her first choice. “Remember my friend, Marshal Dune?”

The smirking face of the woman who had originally identified Navina as a thief and an imposter came to mind and she groaned. “I do... she didn't like me very much if you recall though, so I'm not too sure she's going to be thrilled about this.” I'm not thrilled about it but... he's got a point. I'll put his whole Tribe at risk if I go with him right now.

He actually laughed, another shock from the man encased in thick beskar. “Cara's not as tough as she wants you to think she is. She's... she's a good friend. She'll give you a place to stay and make sure you're... safe.”

There were about a million retorts she would have lobbed if it were anyone but him. I can keep myself safe. She's not a better fighter than me. I don't need a kriffing babysitter. But instead she bit the inside of her lip and slapped the smile she'd just pulled out back on. “Alright, Mando... call the Marshal.”

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cristobalrios · 4 years ago

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Rios had been standing over Agnes's unconscious form, pale-faced and completely unsure of why this happened or what to do next, but Emil told him that she drank something, on purpose, and that didn't sit well with him at all. Her vitals were stable and she was surviving within a (hopefully temporary) coma. It's quite possible she tried to commit suicide. But when she did whatever the hell it was that she did, it just so happened to correspond with them losing their tail, and Emil suspects it's not a coincidence, a thought which he explicitly stated to the captain, but more importantly to Raffi, who was very excited about this despite the literal hell going on around them.

"Captain? Captain, did you hear us?" Emil's voice was finally able to pierce through his daze, and he looked up from Agnes's body, startled.

"What? Oh, uh... Right. I... Didn't get any of that."

"Emmet said we received a distress call from the Fenris Rangers. Elnor called Seven to the Artifact. Hugh is severely injured, he's stabilized, but they're under attack by the Zhat Vash and they need us to pick them up," Emil explained.

"Shit. Hugh, that's the... The director of the stuff with the xBs, the.. Reclamation Project, right? Picard's contact on the cube." Emil nodded. "Alright, I'm on it."

He ran up the steps to the bridge, and Enoch turned from nav/com as Cris sat in the captain's chair. "Change course, we're heading back to the cube," Cris instructed. "And hail Picard, we need to tell him we'll take a little longer getting to Nepenthe."

"Aye, sir," Enoch said, and he did as instructed.

"Bad news, jefe. Elnor needs backup at the cube, we need to take a quick detour back, it'll take us a bit longer to get to you. Will you two be alright there for a while?" he asked. After Picard informed him that Soji is having a difficult time adjusting but that they're with trusted friends and they're in good hands, he ended the call as they went to warp.

"Rios to Emil," Cris said after hitting his combadge. "How's Agnes doing?"

"Still stable, Captain."

"Alright, be prepared for a new patient. Elnor's message said he's in critical condition. Be prepared for the worst, but make sure he'll make it. Our sickbay is filling up fast but I'm not losing anyone else on my goddamn ship. My sickbay is not meant to be a morgue. We already have one dead and one coma, our quota is full."

"Understood, sir."

In their earlier attempt to lose their tail, they hadn't actually gotten that far from the Artifact at maximum warp, so it wasn't long before they made it back. He received a hail from Seven immediately, who had gotten to the Queencell on her own. Elnor and Hugh were in one of the medlabs meant for the xBs and Seven was able to open a quick gap in their shields to allow Rios to transport them aboard (well, Ian handled the actual transporting), directly to Sickbay. Seven said she needed to stay on the cube, someone has to look after the rest of the xBs and save them from the Tal Shiar. So they set a course for Nepenthe, making sure they didn't pick up any more tails again, but they seemed to be in the clear.

Emil started to work on Hugh immediately, and he activated Steward to check Elnor out, just run scans. Despite his 'I'm a Hospitality Hologram, not a nurse' comment, it really was just a simple use of the tools before Emil could confidently clear him.

Raffi looked at Rios as she sat at tactical, relieving Emmet. "You look like shit, Cris."

"Ella tiene razón, Capitán," Emmet stated. Cris shot him a look and he deactivated with a "No es asunto mío."

Cris looked at Enoch. "Is the course laid in?"

"Yes sir," he said.

"Activate autopilot,"

Enoch hit some buttons. "Autopilot activated, si--"

"Deactivate ENH." Enoch flickered away before he could finish the word.

"You didn't have to bite his head off." Raffi commented. "Maybe you should take a break."

"I'm fine. Update Picard on our ETA, I'm sure he'll appreciate that. I'm going to check on the kid and our latest guest," he said, muttering something about 'too many goddamn people on my ship' as he slid down the steps using the rails to get to sickbay on the lower deck.

"Is Elnor injured?" He asked, seeing Steward scan him.

"He's just been cleared," Steward responded.

"Excellent. Deactivate EHH."

"Sir, wai--" He flickered away and the tool he was holding fell as Emil protested. Elnor caught it before it hit the ground. Emil shot him a grateful look as he placed it down on a counter. Cris didn't seem to care. Emil is the only hologram necessary at the moment.

"That wasn't nice, Captain," Emil scolded.

"I don't have time for this."

"You do seem a bit snippy," Elnor commented. Cris shot him a look. "Sorry. I'll out-butt," he said, looking away.

"How's he doing?" Cris asked, indicating Hugh on the biobed next to Agnes.

"Vitals are stabilized. Wound is healed, for the most part. He'll be sore for a while, he'll have to take it easy, but he'll be alright," Emil said. "He should regain consciousness within the next several hours. Likely before we reach Nepenthe."

Cris nodded. "Is there anyway we can get something set up in Agnes's quarters for her? I mean, she's stable. Can you get a monitoring system in there? Just temporarily. I don't want someone in a coma to be the first thing he sees. This will already be jarring enough."

"I'll set something up, sir," Emil told him.

Elnor wanted to stay to check on Hugh, but one look at Rios indicated he wasn't in the mood to deal with more than one person at a time, if even that. "I'll help you," Elnor said, "I don't think Captain Rios can handle much company right now."

He carefully picked Agnes up off the biobed as the two left. Cris's eyes followed them before they fell back onto Hugh's unconscious form, waiting for him to wake up.

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Translation:

"Ella tiene razón, Capitán," = "She's right, Captain," (Spanish)

"No es asunto mío." = "It's none of my business." (Spanish)

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#Hugh's Peril and Cris's Trauma #I am so sorry this is so long #iamselfmade #Hugh #literally don't worry about the length of your reply at all this is ridiculous

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cicaklah · 4 years ago

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Should you ever be in need of a prompt again, something just crossed my mind and I'm scared that I might forget it if I don't submit it immediately:

Remote controlled sex toy. Diana accidentally or intentionally slipped the remote control in one of his supply crates, and he tries to figure out what it does.

Over the years he's learned to be meticulous with his load out. So many different parts, so many things that can go wrong. So he's got used to compulsively counting things that can go missing, specialist ammo, chargers, and detonators especially. It's never a good plan that hinges on trying to get a sedative gun to fire emetic cartridges right as the target utters a particularly ironic one liner.

He's in Mogadishu, hunting big game hunters who keep having park wardens killed so they can shoot poor animals to hang on the walls of their dental practices, civil wars, famines or good taste be damned, when he counts his detinators and comes up with one too many. Shakes his head, he's groggy from the flight and the heat, but counts again and there is one more than he expected.

He examines the fine print, but it is hard to spot the imposter. They're all matte black plastic, all surely produced in some enormous factory in some new prefab city in central China, and then programmed to spec. He doesn't want to hit the button, but the serial numbers don't match on one, so he sets it aside.

The hit goes off flawlessly, as always, with a Michigan dentist satisfyingly having to be identified by his no doubt extensive dental records. He returns his unused ordnance to the ICA safehouse and the scarred hands of the armourer and nothing much to do before his flight.

He boots up his laptop, and after checking his emails and updating his Instagram with a cropped image of the Spanish steps, hashtag gelato, he digs the little detinator out of his pocket and plugs the serial number into Google.

The main listing comes from a wholesaler, which is unsurprising, but it gets him a name. He searches that, and gets a range of model numbers, which in turn bring him to lovelybunnies.co.uk. Perhaps some form of pet toy?

He's lucky he couldn't get a drink, because that is emphatically not the kind of toy lovely bunnies was in the business of selling. He would have sprayed whisky across his screen.

It's a better class of sex toy website, he'll give it that. The web design is modern and chic. It hints at, rather than explicitly describes, the merchandise. He plugs the list of model numbers into the search bar, and gets a hit on the third. The Piston XLR. A thrusting dildo, in three girths, with realistic nuvoskin exterior and seventeen thrusting and vibrating presets. A deal at £250, but with free shipping. He knows he's flushed red, doesn't need a mirror or another person to tell him that.

He clears his browser history, and checks out to fly back. He's due to be in New York in two days, but he decides to fly into London, on a whim.

He makes enquiries and finds that Diana is at home. The drive into Buckinghamshire is pleasant, he's rented a convertible, and it's still warm enough to have the top down. He pulls into a layby near where the sat nav reports a curious black spot, and calls her emergency number.

"What is it, 47?" She says, immediately flustered at his call. "Are you in danger? This line is for emergencies."

"I'm nearby." He says. "Open the gate. I've got something of yours you must be missing. Some new kit. I'd love a demonstration."

"I...alright. Come round the back."

"Oh, I will." He says, warmly, and throws the car into gear.

He lets himself into the house, and walks through confidently, as if he'd been there a thousand times before.

He finds her in the drawing room, sitting somewhat awkwardly on a low couch in nothing but a robe. It's richly embroidered and fastened loosely at the waist. Her breast is nearly exposed, but he doubts that's why she seems more embarrassed than he's ever seen her before.

"47, I can explain", she says, but as reply, he presses the little button on the remote control in his pocket, and thrills to the choked off sound she makes, the room filling with the mechanical sounds of servos, inverters and pumps pushing hi tech nuvoskin against slick, wet skin.

She slumps down, her hand against her mouth, and undoes the belt of her robe, and he drops down to see up close the best sex toy money can buy.

"Oh, 47", Diana moans, "If you could?"

He touches the little button on the remote, and then presses two fingers to the base of the machine, giving it something to thrust against. Diana's hand gestures further, and so he slides his other hand around, feeling how stretched and slick and swollen she is, how red and delectable, and how she's craning up to watch as he thumbs her lips, feels the movement of the machine, feels the way she trembles and begs him for more.

He removes his hand to up the vibrations, and then curls his tongue around her clit and sucks until she's screaming and the the hand holding the base of the toy is holding it in more than anything else, as she shakes and bucks through another orgasm, unrelenting and so beautiful he can hardly stand it.

She's panting in the aftermath but she's whispering filth at him, telling him to get inside her, to take what's his, as he turns it off and takes his time pulling it out, inspecting the lurid green feat of engineering, before throwing it aside and sliding right into the heart of her, where he belongs.

#hitman #agent 47 #diana burnwood #well this is filthy even for me #diana/47 #were all adults here but fuuuuuck i surprised myself

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years ago

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CSI Rogers and Barnes- The Serious Cereal Serial Killer Episode 15: Avengers, Assemble!

Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Summary: Having figured out where Rumlow has taken Katie, it’s now a race against time for The 4 Avengers to reach her before it’s too late. Armed with…yeah…ok, actually, we’ll let you read that bit because frankly this entire chapter is ridiculously fun!!!

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: LONG update here guys. And it is utterly ridiculous but my GOD we had a helluvalotta fun writing this, as we have with this entire series. We only have one more chapter following this before the Epilogue so we are rapidly coming to the end of CSI Rogers & Barnes.

Anyway, enjoy!!!

Chapter Song: The Avengers (Yes, ok, there was no other piece of music for it!!!!)

CSI R&B Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“Gentlemen, you're up!”

The patrol car raced through the road towards Wheaton, the wail of its police siren blaring through the air. Thor's eyes were trained on the road ahead, his knuckles white from the strength he was gripping the steering wheel with. Steve was focused on typing messages to keep Clint and Nat updated. He could have called, it would have been easier and faster, but the sound of the sirens would make it difficult to understand anything and he'd rather be engrossed in his phone, trying to keep his fingers steady over the keyboard, than looking through the window and letting his mind wander to possible scenarios he wasn't ready to even consider.

Tony and Bucky occupied the back seats and, truth be told, both men were being uncharacteristically quiet. Sure the circumstances didn't allow for small chat or any kind of joking but still. Bucky was getting more and more anxious by the minute and he would go nuts if he kept counting the trees they passed by the road. And then there was Tony, he wasn't the one to let a snarky comment pass by even if it only was Thor's driving skills or Steve's phone being an old-fashioned model.

Bucky turned his head right to look at Tony and spotted him fiddling with something that looked like two Tasers. He was tinkering with the devices using a small screwdriver he had gotten from who knows where. Tony must have sensed Bucky's gaze on him coz he looked up to find him watching and lifted both his hands to show him that he was, indeed, messing with a pair of Tasers.

"Where did you get them?" Bucky asked.

"The trunk of the abandoned car." Tony shrugged as he resumed his job with the screwdriver. "You three all have guns... figured I might need something."

Bucky didn't say a word but raised an eyebrow at him and Tony looked up again.

"Don't look at me like that Barnes, I saw that big ass shot gun in the trunk." he said as he continued fiddling.

Bucky then heard Steve gave an exasperated sigh as he turned to face them.

"Are you two fighting again?"

"Nope, but I don’t like him so…" Tony stated, without taking his eyes from the Tasers.

"Me? What did I do? I ain't the one that killed your parents." Bucky scoffed.

"One more word, I swear to god…" Tony snapped at him, brandishing the tasers.

Ok, that had been an unfortunate comment of sorts. Not the best moment to bring up his dead parents…

"What the fuck you gonna do with a Taser, Stark?" Bucky asked Tony, trying to dial it down a bit.

"I amplified the power to 3000%, so try me."

"Ok." Bucky slurred. He was truly impressed and fell silent.

"I love you 3000." a smirking Tony mumbled.

"So you don’t hate me now? Come on!" Bucky feigned a protest.

"I was talking to the tasers." Tony quipped, lifting his head for a second to raise an eyebrow at Bucky.

Thor then let out a huge guffaw and Steve sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't cope with Tony and Bucky’s stupid bickering at the moment. He couldn't blame Tony though. The man was a wreck too, after all it was his sister whose life was at stake.

"Buck, please. Leave it." Steven pleaded without turning around.

"You know what, I’m done. When all this is over I’m fucking off to Africa and settling in a goat farm." Bucky muttered.

"What are you, Meryl Streep? What would Wilson do without you, or are you taking him with you so that he can wash your hair?" Tony joked but suddenly paused, pondering something while studying Bucky before asking "Have you ever considered letting it grow? It would suit you."

"Tony, that's enough!" Steve's Captain voice echoed inside the car.

A tense silence fell over them as Thor swung the vehicle they were in around a car in front of them that was moving out of the way and Steve leaned forward to check the sat nav. They were less than a mile out now and he could feel the tension build up in every muscle of his body.

"Cut the sirens, Thor. We don’t want to warn them."

"Yes, captain."

Almost as soon after Thor did as he was told they were pulling up through the large gates of the drive up to the camp. Thor drove a few yards into the main parking lot before stopping the car.

"Back up a bit, Thor." Steve asked, looking around him through the window. "Let's hide the car behind those bushes."

Just as Thor was about to stop the car they heard a loud clang and they all turned to see what had happened.

"You hit a flagpole." Bucky informed.

"Well, luckily we didn't knock it down. That would have caught a lot of attention." Tony deadpanned.

"Nah, that would have been impossible..." Thor began to explain.

"Are you sure, Odinson? The way you drive..." quipped Bucky

"The only way to take the flagpole down is by disconnecting the pin holding the pole in place." Steve deadpanned.

Everyone turned to look at him and he simply shrugged at the inquiring expressions of their team's faces.

"What now Cap?" Thor finally asked.

"Call it Rogers." Tony chimed.

"We get out." Steve said sternly.

"I could have called that." Bucky said as he rolled his eyes. "Come on, you’re the man with the plan Steve, what is your plan today?"

Steve hesitated for a moment as he took his surroundings but before he could speak Tony replied.

"I have a plan. Attack!" Tony shouted and with that he barrelled out of the car, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

"Fuck's sake…TONY!" Steve hissed.

But Tony was gone. Long gone. Steve, Bucky and Thor hastily got out of the car and saw him sprinting across the lawns round the side of the old reception area of the camp. Steve couldn't help but give a growl and the three men headed round to the trunk of the car. If Tony wanted to play hero, that was fine by him. Maybe not die trying would be nice. But Steve's strategic mind told him they needed to get ready for the fight. It was the fight of their lives and he was determined to get his girl back safe.

Whatever it takes.

"He’s gonna get himself killed." Bucky said as he nodded at Tony while he put a bulletproof vest emblazoned with the NYPD logo on.

"No, he’s the perfect distraction for Rumlow. Another Stark to add to the collection. Let him think he’s here alone…" Steve said, hand on hips while looking at Tony in the distance.

"Lady Potts will kill us." Thor stated whilst pulling on his vest.

"Lady? What are you Macbeth?" Bucky asked, giving Thor a look.

"Ok can we focus?" Steve groaned as he zipped his vest up.

"How you wanna play this?" Bucky asked his captain.

"We head in, split up, we can cover more ground. Anyone see anything, call it in ok?" Steve called it.

Bucky and Thor nodded and with that they headed down the small path to the right until they reached a point where it forked. Thor then stopped Steve with a hand on his shoulder.

"Captain, look."

Steve looked down and saw a set of 3 footprints. He followed the trail with his eyes and saw that they led off the path and down the bank around the large lake. At a head sign from Steve all 3 men pulled out their guns, their previous plan to split up abandoned, and headed slowly but surely round the bank of the lake. Their senses alert until they reach the boathouse where the canoes and water-sports equipment was stored.

As they approached they saw Tony crouched down at the side of a speedboat. The scientist glanced up as they all stooped to keep in the shadows.

What, did you stop for drive thru?" Tony asked with sarcasm.

Thor ignored him and looked down.

"The trail stops here Captain…they must have taken the path from this point."

The four men glanced around, looking for some hint that may give away the direction Rumlow and Wanda may have taken.

"If you had kidnapped someone, brought them here, where would you hide them?" Tony, asked. His analytical mind taking over his former recklessness.

Steve looked around again and spotted the old munition barracks which had been turned into the main offices. He now recalled him and Katie being sent there the last time they were here as there’d been a mix up with the cabins. He smiled and the thought of it being a perfect hiding place as, if he was not mistaken, there had been plenty of smaller rooms in that building.

"In plain sight" he said nodding to it.

They walked over, as ever trusting their Captain's instinct. When they got there, Steve noticed the door was locked. Rumlow must have locked it from the inside to avoid unexpected visitors or even squatters. He turned to look at Bucky, nodded to the lock and moved away an instant before the detective shot the lock clean off and opened the main door.

Steve let Thor and Buck enter the building first, Tony and him walking into the old office behind them. The four men gave slow steps, taking the room in, before splitting up to cover the different smaller spaces. The Captain remained close to Tony who started roaming around and stopped by a cupboard.

"Hey, look at this." Tony called for him.

Steve gave a few steps over and looked to where Tony was pointing to the floor. There were scrape marks in an arc where the door had been opened. They looked fresh. Good call, Tony. Steve thought to himself.

He reached for the handle and pulled the door open. But it turned out to simply be a janitor's store.

They looked around, a bit disappointed. There was nothing in there at all except a forsaken tool box. But apparently it had caught Thor's undivided attention as he grinned and headed to it, crouching beside it to open it and rummaged through the scarce and dusty contents before pulling out a hammer.

"I like these." Thor said, wielding the hammer.

The three men looked at him and the childish expression on his face.

"Whatever, ok, let’s keep looking…" Steve urged.

"Wait…can you feel that?" Tony asked, raising his hand to stop everyone moving.

"Yeah, there’s an air current…" Bucky offered.

Tony nodded in agreement and started looking around, feeling the walls, knocking on them lightly. After a while he stopped at the one to their right.

"Please be a secret door, please be a secret door…" he said faintly before pushing on it and with a small click the door pushed inwards. “Yay." Tony exclaimed softly, with the air of a small child discovering some kind of special treat.

Steve stepped over and glanced through it. There was a set of steps.

"Alright, I’ll go first. Buck, cover me."

Bucky nodded and the 4 of them headed down the steps and emerged into a cellar of some sort. It was a room full of boxes and containers. There were also trash cans overflowing with old pieces of paper. But that was not what Steve, who was leading the party, was paying attention to. His breath caught, as for the first time in hours, he could hear Katie. He stopped dead, holding his hand up and the others halted in a line, fanning out behind him. He paid attention again and relief washed over him as he heard her voice once more. He couldn't understand clearly what she was saying, her voice was quiet, but it was her and that meant she was conscious and, more importantly, alive.

Steve let out the breath he was holding and looked at Tony who also breathed out in relief at the noise. His brown eyes telling him she’s alive. Steve nodded to him tightly before he stepped forward once more.

The members of The Avengers followed their teammate’s voice through the cellar and reached a door at the far side where they spotted a chink of light coming from the inside. Now Katie's voice was a lot clearer to them.

"You know they’ll find me don’t you? Soon as they find the first car they’ll be onto you."

"By they you mean lover boy? Yeah I’ll be glad to punch his pretty face in, and you’re getting front row seats sugar." they heard Rumlow disdainful words this time.

"Don’t call me that." Katie hissed.

"We agreed Rogers is mine. You’re not laying a finger on him." Wanda intervened, confronting Rumlow.

Katie’s sarcastic laugh echoed in the room. "You’re fucking insane Wanda. You think after everything you still have a chance?"

"This is all your fault, you spoilt brat. You should have stayed in DC." Wanda raised her voice.

"Yeah well you can thank your friend Brock for that. Funny though…”

“What is?”

“Steve. Out of all the profilers he could have chosen, despite the fact we were on bad terms, he still came running to me. Because wanted me. He’s never wanted you and he never will…"

Wanda was the one to laugh this time and Steve shuddered at the harshness that laced the sound. "This isn’t about that anymore. I want him to pay for humiliating me…and I want you to suffer knowing that when I stick a bullet in his head, you’re to blame."

There was a pause before Katie spoke again. This time her voice was quieter and Steve felt his heart sink.

"Leave him alone. You got me."

"And I want you to lose him because of me, like I lost him because of you." Wanda continued.

"Shut the fuck up Maximoff. This isn’t about you." Rumlow growled.

Steve shook his head, trying to zone out from the exchange as he attempted to keep a clear head and figure out a plan. They couldn’t just storm in, it was too dangerous but if they didn’t do something soon…

He closed his eyes, in an attempt to keep the tears that were threatening to spill at bay, the world around him fading for a minute. And then, as he took a deep breath, as if by magic he heard Tony's whispering voice. "I have an idea. Do you trust me?" he asked Steve.

The team all turned to him, the concern on their faces changing into something similar to hopefulness.

"We need a distraction, something to draw him out. There were a few oil drums back over at the boat house. I can blow some shit up. Cause a fuss…" Tony explained

Steve looked at Bucky who shrugged "No better idea."

"I trust you." the Captain said looking at him in the eyes. "Ok, go…"

At that Tony nodded and slinked off and their attention went back to the conversation.

"Sooooo…" they heard Katie again "I get it, you want revenge and whatnot but, humour me. Before you do whatever it is you’re gonna do to me, I need to know. What the FUCK is the cereal about?"

"I’m sure in that pretty little head of yours you figured it out." Rumlow scorned.

"Hmmm, well I have a theory…"

"You know I’ve always liked listening to your mind talk…" Rumlow encouraged her. Steve could almost perceive the wicked smile on his face.

"Oh, what the hell…nothing else to do whilst I’m sat here.” Katie said, her voice almost bored, but Steve knew her well enough to know that she was feigning. She would be scared, hell, he was scared, but she was too feisty to ever show weakness at a moment like this.

“Classic narcissism. It’s personal to you. Symbolic. You’re pissed off that you never got the life that being Pierces’ legitimate son would have given you. Instead of a prince you were a pauper, am I right?" Katie finished, poking at Rumlow with her words.

Under any other circumstances Steve would have been caught grinning proudly at his girl's attitude. But the silence that fell upon the room chilled his bones and he closed his eyes again.

“Caviar vs cereal…this is literally the most ridiculous case I have ever worked on, with the stupidest Killer ever." Katie laughed.

"Well it fits perfectly with your stupid Captain and his ridiculous team." Rumlow snarled, his pride wounded.

"Oooh, did I touch a nerve there Brock? Let me tell you something, you’re not even half the man my stupid captain is…" Katie now hissed.

Then there was the sound of someone spitting, apparently Katie, as it was followed by a roar and the harsh sound of a slap, followed by a yell, and another loud thud, then silence again.

"That should shut her up for a while…annoying bitch." Wanda spoke this time.

That was it, Steve snapped. To hell with this, he thought. It was now or never. He was not losing the love of his life and he had a real opportunity to take Rumlow down good. He stepped and looked at Bucky and Thor.

"Assemble." he said between gritted teeth before looking back as if to boot the door but Thor caught him.

"Captain…" Thor hissed, his hand curling round Steve’s forearm. "We can’t storm the room. Not whilst they have little Stark like this."

"I’m done waiting Thor…she’s…"

But he didn't finish as right on cue there was a huge explosion above their heads.

"What the fuck?" Rumlow shouted.

"It could be a trap. Someone trying to draw us out." Wanda stated.

There was a pause, nothing happened, and Steve began to worry it wasn't going to work. But then there was another blast, this one shaking the room.

"There’s no way they’ll have found this place yet." Rumlow told Wanda. “I’ll go see what’s going on.”

Bucky looked at Steve and then at Thor, mouthing arrogant bastard as Thor arched an eyebrow, tossing the hammer in his right hand.

"She comes round, keep her quiet." Rumlow now ordered Wanda.

"Gladly."

Steve jerked his head when he heard Rumlow's footsteps approaching them, and the three men hurried away from the door, hiding in the shadows.

"Wait for him to head to the stairs before we engage." Steve hissed to Bucky and Thor. Both nodded in agreement. The door to the small room clicked open and Rumlow jogged out. Steve's mind raced as he watched the man. He knew if he set his gun off it was going to alert Wanda to the fact they were there, so searching around for something to use instead he found a trash can lid. He grabbed it, slipped his hand into the handle, positioning it in front of his body as Rumlow approached where he was hiding. Then he stood up and almost as if the movement was automatic, like he’d done this in a previous life, he swung it straight into Rumlow’s face, hitting him right on the bridge of the nose with a huge clang.

"A trash can lid?" Bucky deadpanned as Rumlow keeled over backwards, out cold. Thor catching him. "Worked, didn’t it?" Steve said and moved forward as Thor dragged Rumlow off to the right.

"Brock?" They heard Wanda and once more they hid as she appeared in the doorway. They saw her look around, then clearly assuming he was gone and the noise was nothing to be concerned about, she headed back in, leaving the door open slightly.

Thor straightened up from where he had handcuffed Rumlow to a metal pipe at the far side of the room and nodded to the Captain. Then they heard steps on the stairs and all 3 men wheeled round to see Tony hurrying back down with what looked like some kind of fencing mask on his face.

"Did House Party Protocol work?" Tony asked, out of breath as he slid the mask up off his face. Steve nodded to where Rumlow was cuffed as a response. "One down, one to go."

"What’s with the mask?" Bucky asked Tony, lowering his shotgun.

"I was mixing chemicals, and that was the best thing I could find." he shrugged before walking over towards Rumlow and kicking him hard in the face, the crunching of bone ringing out across the room as Rumlow’s nose exploded across his face even more than it already had with the force of Steve’s blow.

"Just making sure." Tony quipped. “Ok, call it Cap”

Steve looked around, the trash can lid still in his left hand, pistol in his right. He waved the gun towards the door, leading the way as if they were a commando unit, and they all followed him silently. Thor tossing the hammer in his right hand, gun in his left.

The door was open and Steve peeked through it. He could see Katie at the far side of the room, her head lolled forward where she was tied to a chair. She was out cold. He swallowed and turned to Thor who was still tossing that fucking hammer.

"Thor put the hammer down. Katie’s out…we need to act now."

"You sure, Captain?" the blond asked.

"Want me to put a bullet in the bitch’s head?" Bucky asked Steve.

"No. I wanna give her a few thousand volts…" Tony replied to Bucky, thrusting his hands out in front of him, the modified tasers fizzing and lighting up in his palms.

"Fine, but I get the final blow. I’ve put up with her insults to my partner at the station for far too long." Bucky bargained.

"All of you shut up…" Steve hissed as he looked back through the door. Wanda was now pacing lightly up and down. He saw her stop in front of Katie, brandishing the gun in her right hand, looking down at the unconscious woman.

"I knew it would all go to shit the moment you set foot back in that station. All the effort I put into pleasing Steve, being the best assistant I could…it was only a matter of time and then you….you had to come back."

Steve turned to his team, nodded, and with that he stepped into the room as Wanda continued her rambling.

"Even Natasha was encouraging me to go for it…telling me to act on my feelings…but then everyone turned against me…because of you."

"You did that yourself Wanda." Steve growled.

Wanda wheeled round and gave a gasp, surprise evident on her face.

"Steve." she whispered before her eyes slid to Thor, Bucky and Tony as they all flanked the Captain.

"Put the gun down Maximoff." Steve ordered.

She flinched at the impersonal surname use but then she recovered and she snarled, cocked the gun and pointed it straight at Katie’s face.

"One more move and I’ll blow her face off."

"Don’t you dare…" Steve hissed through clenched teeth.

Wanda simply gripped the gun tighter, and then, a movement drew Steve’s attention, as Katie began to stir, giving a small moan.

Quick as a flash Wanda brought the butt of the gun crashing down on Katie’s temple, rendering her out cold again and with a snarl Thor flung the hammer straight at Wanda’s hand, knocking the gun from her fingers. She gave a yell as the item had hit her with some force, and Steve took the opportunity. He barrelled straight at her, spearing her round the waist and tackled her, pinning her face down on the floor, utter fury and hatred coursing through his veins. Wanda was screaming and thrashing around underneath him but it was pointless, Steve was far too strong. As he moved to restrain her underneath him, Bucky strode over, shotgun pointed down at her, trained on her head.

"Game over bitch." Bucky jabbed and Wanda suddenly became still.

"And I didn’t get to use my tasers. Man, this sucks." Tony sighed.

Steve looked at Bucky who nodded "Go check your girl Stevie, we got this."

They both heard Thor speaking into his radio requesting medical assistance and transport for two prisoners. Bucky then turned to Tony as Steve stood up.

"Here, take this…" he told Tony as he handed him the gun.

Tony took it and Bucky yanked Wanda’s hands behind her back, snapping the cuffs on her wrists. No sooner had he done that, Tony was kneeling down, grabbing Wanda’s hair, pulling her head up.

"Look at me, Wicked Witch of the West. You’re gonna regret ever having touched my sister." Tony spat.

Steve, meanwhile was crouched in front of Katie, her bruised face held gently in his hands as she was out cold.

"Thor…" he said as he looked up "…get her out of those ropes." He swallowed "Please."

"I’ll do it." Bucky said, reaching down his boot and pulling out a knife.

Thor looked at him with his mouth wide open.

"What?"

"You brought a knife to a gunfight." Thor stated the obvious.

"Better than a fucking hammer." Bucky scoffed and stepped forward to cut the ropes.

As soon as she was free from the restraints Katie’s body fell forward and Steve caught her, sitting back on the floor as he gently shifted her so she was held in his arms, facing upwards. He reached out and tenderly brushed her hair back off her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"It's ok Star, I got you…" he said, as he rocked her gently.

Bucky glanced at him. "I’ll call Clint and Nat…" he said, pulling out his phone and leaving the room, followed by Thor whose radio had just cracked to life announcing the arrival of the NJPD who had come following his call to take Rumlow and Wanda.

Tony, cast a glance at Wanda making sure she couldn’t go anywhere, before he stood up and walked to Steve, crouching down next to him.

"Hey, sis…" he said gently, reaching out to brush her face.

Katie still wasn’t answering and Tony looked worriedly at Steve.

"She’ll come round Tony." Steve told him, his voice and sentiment much braver than he felt as he was blinking back the tears himself when he glanced down. Tony gripped his shoulder and just at that moment the room suddenly filled with noise and bodies as local officers walked in, followed by two paramedics.

Bucky took over giving the orders, one of the officers hoisting Wanda to her feet whilst he directed them to Rumlow, all the time keeping one eye on the paramedics who had crouched down next to Steve and Katie.

"How long has she been out?" one of the paramedics, a middle aged woman, asked Steve.

"She took a blow about 20 minutes ago but came round only to take a second which was…" he gulped and sighed "I don’t know."

"Ok, Sir I need you to let us take care of her." the woman said.

"No, I’m not leaving her…please." Steve pleaded.

The woman took a deep breath before speaking "You can stay with her but I need to look at her, check her over."

"Steve, come on, let them do their job, Fury is here too, he’s gonna want to speak to you." Bucky intervened.

"Well, he can damned well wait." Steve said before sighing. He then looked at the Paramedic. "I’ll carry her up to the ambulance."

The woman hesitated at first but she could sense he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and he looked considerably stronger than her and her partner together, so she nodded in agreement.

Steve, with a bit of help from Bucky, got up with Katie held in his arms and as he made his way out of the room he shot a glare at Rumlow who was now awake and having his face looked at by another paramedic. Then, without a glance back he took the stairs slowly and carefully, emerging out of the small janitor's closet and into the larger office. He was halfway across when he felt Katie stir in his arms and relief washed over him.

"Hey, sweetheart." he said softly before pressing a kiss to her head as he walked across the office.

He saw Katie give a faint smile. "Steve?" Her voice was a hoarse whisper. He smiled back at her "You found me, I knew you would."

"Well you left a good clue." he said and she grinned.

When Steve walked to the door, which the paramedic pushed open, and stepped outside, it was already dark but the lights from the squad cars and the ambulances were flashing through the black of the night as he made his way towards them.

Katie turned her head upwards to the sky and smiled. Steve followed her gaze and saw she was looking at the stars over the sky above them. He looked back at her and she turned her face to his.

"I love you, my star." he whispered, leaning down and brushing his nose against hers gently.

Katie smiled at him "We did it Steve."

"Yeah sweetheart, we cracked the case." Steve nodded.

"I’m not talking about the case." she huffed.

Steve frowned a little, looking at her, wondering if she had concussion because he had no idea what she was talking about.

Katie then let out a little chuckle at the puzzled expression that had crossed his face "I meant us. We made it Steve. You and me. Even if it did take us 10 years."

Steve swallowed. Suddenly there was a lump in his throat and his eyes misted over as he stopped by the ambulance. "Yeah, yeah we did baby."

He climbed into the back easily and kissed her before he set her down on the gurney. Steve let go of her hand and two paramedics followed him inside. Given Steve’s sheer bulk, there wasn’t much room inside the ambulance so Steve agreed to step outside.

"Stevie…" Katie called him, panicking.

"I’ll be with you as soon as I can Doll but I need to let them take care of you ok? I’ll be right outside" he calmed her, his hand brushing over her head before he straightened up fully and climbed out of the ambulance.

As he jumped down onto the floor outside, he spotted Rumlow and Wanda being led to a car. He was seething his hands balling into fists as he watched Thor shoving Rumlow roughly into the back seats. He wanted to reach out and put a bullet between his eyes but he was jolted from his murderous thoughts by Fury's voice.

"Congratulations, Captain." Fury said reaching his hand out for Steve to shake.

"Sir." He nodded.

“I’ll take command now Rogers, you can stay with Stark." Fury ordered.

Steve nodded and Natasha appeared with Clint. "That’s the closest he’ll ever get to saying Thank You." the woman quipped.

Steve snorted a little and looked back into the ambulance and then to Nat and Clint.

"How is she?" Clint asked.

"A little bruised, dazed…she’ll be ok."

"Good." Natasha nodded.

Steve then frowned "How the hell did you all get here so fast?"

“As soon as you messaged us before we scrambled that.” Clint grinned and pointed to something behind them. Steve turned and saw the NYPD helicopter landed in the middle of the field.

"That is so not fair." Tony protested.

A Paramedic then appeared, speaking directly to Steve "We’re going to take her to Christ Hospital. I’m assuming someone is coming?"

Tony looked at Steve and nodded.

"Thanks, Tony." he said, squeezing Tony's shoulder.

"Once we’re locked down out here I’ll follow up with Tony." Bucky offered.

"Thanks, Buck." Steve said, proud of his team, his family, before he climbed in the ambulance.

***** Steve walked down the hospital corridor, coffee in one hand, phone in the other as he tried to placate his mother who was currently babbling at 500 miles per hour into his ear.

“No, Ma…I promise she’s ok?” he soothed, his voice soft and calm.

“And the doctors told you that?” she demanded.

Steve smiled “Yeah. She’s bruised, has light concussion but she just needs to sleep it off.” He stopped outside Katie’s room and placed his phone between his shoulder and his ear so he could open the door without spilling his coffee.

“Ok, well you make sure you call me when she can talk.”

“As she’s able.” He assured her, letting the door click shut silently behind him. At that moment, there was a movement in the bed and Katie stirred, a gentle whimper slipping from her lips. “Ok, Ma, I gotta go. I’ll call you in a bit.” “Ok, love you son.”

“You too.” With that he slipped his phone back in his pocket and set his coffee down on the table besides her bed. He watched as Katie moved again, letting out a little sigh and then blinked as her eyes opened. She looked around a little, clearly gathering her bearings and he could see she was a little startled, but then her eyes fell on him and her entire body relaxed.

“Stevie? What…”

“It’s ok honey.” He soothed “You’re in the hospital.” He sat on chair, leaning to her and with one hand gently brushed her check with the back of his fingers before he curled his arm gently round her head on the pillow “Dumb question but how you feeling?”

“Like I have a really bad hangover.” She swallowed, and Steve chuckled.

“Well you haven’t exactly been partying but I get what you mean.”

She winced a little and closed her eyes for a moment before she turned her head to face him.

“What happened to them?” she asked quietly, her eyes wide.

“They’ve been arrested, Fury’s dealing with it.” He said softly, reaching for her hand with the arm that wasn’t by her head. “It’s over Doll.”

A that she lay back and tears filled her eyes.

“Hey, its ok… come on.” Steve stood up and slid onto the bed next to her and turned on his side. Katie shuffled over into his arms, pressing her face into his chest, giving a little sniff

“Sorry Stevie it’s just…it’s too much…” she sobbed “I can’t…the last few months, this week..”

“Shhhh..hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” Steve gently rest one hand softly on the back of her head. “I got you, let it out.”

He held her still, gently stroking her hair, pressing a kiss to her head.

“Rumlow…almost…” She choked a little as Steve pulled her closer, “I thought Wanda was gonna put a bullet in my head.”

“But she didn’t” Steve swallowed, the memory of seeing her in that chair, the gun pointed at her head still fresh in his mind. “You’re safe.”

“My parents…” Katie continued to sob “Stevie, Pierce, he killed them. Tony and you…you’re all I got left and…stills, Oh god, Tony. Where is he? Does he…”

“He knows everything.” Steve’s voice remained calm. “I took a punch to the jaw for that. And you got so much more than just us baby. My ma, Pepper, Nat, Clint, Thor…the entire 99 have been on the phone demanding an update too.”

She laid still for a moment, taking deep gulps of air as she calmed herself. Eventually her shaking died down and she pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “Wait…Tony punched you?” He looked down at her and nodded “Yeah, was a pretty good right hook to be fair.” “Huh. That was rude.” She deadpanned and Steve chuckled. “Well he’s been wanting to punch me since you told him about us. And, shall I remind you he already punched me at the Commendation.” “To be honest, Steve, I wanted to punch you then too.

“I wanted to punch myself.” He added honestly as she pressed her forhead back against his shoulder, taking a deep breath. “I should never have given up on us the way I did” “I might forgive you some day.” She mumbled.

“Well, I intend to spend the rest of my life making up for it.” He said, pressing another kiss to her head. He felt her smile against his neck and then she pulled back and looked up at him, frowning slightly.

“Hey what day is it?”

“Erm…” Steve glanced at his watch over her shoulder “Saturday, for another half hour anyway. Why you ask?”

She flashed him a grin “Happy week’s anniversary.”

Steve lot out a loud laugh as she chuckled lightly “You know it’s hard to believe all this has happened in a week.”

“Yeah, and you know the real crime in all of this?” she quipped, her eyes shining with mischief.

“What?”

“We’ve still only been on one date.”

“Well I’ll have to fix that.” Steve smiled.

“Yeah, yeah you will.” She flashed him another grin before she leaned up and kissed him. Steve’s hand reached up, gently caressing her cheek, thumb skating over her bruised cheekbone as he kissed her back, his tongue softly sliding against hers, losing himself completely before a cough broke them apart.

Steve turned to see Bucky and Tony stood in the doorway, Bucky shaking his head.

“You two are gross.”

Steve simply grinned before he untangled himself from Katie and stood up, allowing Tony to take his place, the Scientist for once remaining silent as he was focussed on nothing but his sister.

“How you doing Kiddo?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

“I’ll live.” Katie melted into her brothers embrace as he kissed her head.

“Course you will. You’re one of the strongest people I know.” Steve didn’t miss the slight hitch in Tony’s voice as he spoke “And besides, Pepper needs a bridesmaid.”

“Don’t you think I’m a little too old for the whole being big bro’s bridesmaid?” Katie sniffed a little, pulling back to look up at Tony.

“You’ll always be my kiddo.” She smiled, stroking her cheek “Plus I know you like weddings. Or at least you will until you meet my wedding planner. God he’s a pain in the ass.”

“Sounds familiar.” Steve mumbled.

“Bite me Rogers.” Tony raised his hand and flipped him off as Bucky let out a laugh.

“I was talking about Bucky.”

“Hey…” Bucky’s laughter stopped immediately as he turned to Steve, punching him lightly on his arm “Punk”

“Jerk.” Steve smiled back.

**** Katie was released from hospital the next day. Steve stayed with her all night, the hospital staff who tried to move him getting the full Captain treatment so in the end they decided it was easier to simply leave him be. He lay besides Katie until she fell asleep before he dozed in the chair, returning to her bed when she started to wake, ensuring he was both the last thing she saw before she slept, and the first thing she saw when she was woke.

Fury organised a car for them which took them back to Steve’s for a few days where he waited on her hand and foot, well, when he could that is considering his Ma had also took it upon herself to see to her little Star’s every needs. And then, on Wednesday they head to DC, Thor and Bucky in tow were they spent the day packing up her stuff, loading what they could fit into the cars and helping the removal men to take the big items into storage until Katie decide what to do with it. Steve didn’t want her to go so soon but she was adamant she wanted to close the door on this chapter of her life as soon as possible so he agreed to go provided she simply directed and didn’t lift a finger.

As Steve and Thor maneuverered the coffee a table through the door, Bucky dragged her sofa away from the wall before he straightened up and looked at Katie.

“You know, you might as well just sell all this save us all the trouble.” He grumbled

“I’m gonna need it when I get my own place.” She shrugged. “Bullshit. I know you insist moving in with us is a temporary measure, we know you’re never gonna move anywhere without lover boy.”

Katie rolled her eyes, “Whatever, just shut up and pull that couch out fully will you?”

“This is slave labour.” Bucky naroed his eyes at her.

“According to Sam you don’t mind being a slave under certain circumstances.” She grinned cheekily and Bucky felt his cheeks flush red.

“Shut up doll face.” He practically spluttered and Katie burst out laughing

“So its true!”

“What the…” Bucky looked at her, folding his arms “Wait, were you baiting me?”

Katie shrugged, still giggling “Was worth the shot.”

Bucky glared at her as Steve and Thor walked back into the room. Steve stood for a second, watching as Katie continued to tease Bucky who looked utterly offended at whatever she was saying. The Captain smiled softly, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned on the doorframe. He really did love the way the two of them interacted with such ease. His love and his best friend getting on made his life a lot easier.

“Little Stark…” Thor’s booming voice filled the room, echoing slightly as the room was almost empty “I keep meaning to ask. Have you any friends that I could ask to Tony’s wedding?” “You can’t just blind date to a wedding.” She looked at him, scoffing slightly.

“Why not?” Thor asked.

“Because you can’t!” she protested, shaking her head before Steve saw her grin as an idea had clearly just come to her. “You could always ask Gina.”

“Gina?” Thor asked “The strange lady from the station? “Yeah you have a lot in common.” Bucky nodded.

“I’m not strange Goat keeper.” Thor shook his head “I am mighty.”

“I don’t keep go-you know what?” Bucky sighed “Whatever man… “The man’s strangeness still baffled him, and he doubted that it would ever not.

“Still looks like a llama to me.” Katie mumbled as Steve slid an arm round her, chuckling.

“I heard that Stark.” Bucky shot her a glare as Steve kissed her temple.

Together they finished up and when the last box was moved Steve watched Katie take a last look around.

“You ok?” he asked her, his hand dropping to the small of her back.

“Yeah, just thinking. When I arrived here I was so pissed at you.” She mused, “And now…well, I can’t wait for our future.”

Steve smiled and dropped a soft kiss to her lips “Me either Doll. You ready or do you want a moment?”

“No, I’m good.” She smiled. Slipping her hand into his they walked to the door of the appartment and Katie took the key to the door off her keyring and placed it into an envelope which she removed from her pocket, the landlords name written on the front. She left it on the door mat inside as Steve held the door open for her. Once they were out in the hall she pulled the door shut and they headed to the elevator.

They had a reasonably chilled rest of the week, Steve taking Katie on that well overdue second date on Saturday night taking her to a little Italian his mother swore by and for a few drinks after. Their night ended the same way their last date did, prompting complaints from Bucky on Sunday morning about his sleep once more being disturbed.

Monday morning rolled around far too quickly for Steve’s liking. It had been a nice week off for the two of them, even if it had been forced by less than desirable circumstances, and he didn’t want it to end. As he stirred from his sleep, he reached out, pulling his girl closer to him, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and savouring the last 5 minutes before the alarm went off. When it finally sounded, Katie stirred softly, before stretching and letting out that soft sigh that he knew and loved, signalling she was coming round. Smiling, Steve leaned over, gave her a quick kiss whispering “Good morning sweetheart.” before he climbed out of bed and headed for the shower.

Once he was done, he emerged, towel round his waist and walked into the bedroom where Katie was now up, pulling her clothes out for the day, dressed in his shirt. He gave her a quick peck before she headed out to the bathroom for her own shower. Steve dried off, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a grey Henley before he shoved a pair of sneakers onto his feet and headed down to the foyer to check the post. There were two letters, one for him and one for Bucky. Jogging back up the 3 flights of stairs, he walked back in, tossing the letter for Buck down on the side. He put a pot of coffee on, threw a few rounds of bread into the toaster and leaned back against the counter to open his letter.

“Yesss!” he let out a triumphant yell when he read the letter from the insurance company. They’d finally sent him a cheque for his car.

“Why are you so happy on a Monday morning?” Bucky grumbled, almost stumbling half asleep to the breakfast counter “After a week off as well.”

“Insurance money!” He grinned, waving the cheque before he arched an eyebrow at Bucky, noticing for the first time he was dressed only in a pair of pink and yellow polkadot boxers “Man, couldn’t you at least dress? Katie’s living here now!”

“When she stops parading around in nothing but her panties and your shirts I’ll think about it.” He shot back.

“My ears burning?” Katie asked, as she walked into the kitchen, dressed as ever in her jeans, boots and a button down.

“Yes.” Bucky replied simply.

“Fair enough.” She shrugged.

“Stevie’s rich.” Bucky said, nodding to his friend who poured 3 mugs of coffee, setting them down on the counter. Katie fished the creamer out of the fridge and turned to him.

“You finally got your car money?” she asked.

“Sure did Doll” he grinned. At that point the toast popped up and Steve grabbed it, dropping it hastily onto the board in front of him as it was hot. “So we can go shopping for a new one this weekend.”

Katie handed him the butter. “No old man Car Steve, you’ll ruin my street cred.”

Steve snorted as he buttered the toast, dropping it onto a plat which he placed on the counter, the 3 of them grabbing a piece each. “I’m getting another audi.” He said, shooting her a look before he dropped onto a stool next to Bucky.

“Can’t you at least get the A5?” Katie asked, standing in front of him, leaning against the counter as she sipped her coffe and took a bite from her toast. “They’re so much nicer to look at.” “I’m not gonna be looking at it, Honey, I’m gonna be driving it.” Steve rolled his eyes.

Katie swallowed her toast and Steve saw a wicked grin on her face “Yeah and I drive you so to speak but I still like to look at you too.”

At that Bucky spat his coffee back into the mug and gave a groan “I’m going for a shower.”

Steve flushed a little but grinned nonetheless. Once Bucky had left the room, mumbling about it being too early for gross images to be imprinted in his brain, he reached out and pulled Katie onto his lap. “You’re a bad woman.”

“You like it like that Captain.” She smirked, brushing his still damp hair back slightly

“I’m not your captain anymore, Doll.” He sighed “You ready to bid goodbye to the 101?”

“You’ll always be my Captain.” She said, giving him a quick peck before she stuck the rest of her toast in her mouth. “The most important men in my life have been 101st Captains.”

“And long may it stay that way.” Steve smiled.

“Charmer.

“Only for you…” he said, patting her ass gently “Come on, we best go so you can get your desk packed up before everyone shows up to wave you off.”

She nodded and hopped off his lap.

“I just need to grab something.” He said, standing up and heading back into the bedroom. He made his way straight to the dresser which sat under the TV on the wall and opened one of the drawers. Retrieving the long, slim box he smiled and then made his way back into the living room where Katie was pulling on her leather jacket.

“I got you this.” He smiled, holding the box out. She frowned and took it from him gently “Just a little something for good-luck at the 99…not that you’re gonna need it.” He added quickly as she looked at him, her face curling into a smile.

He watched her face as she opened the box, her mouth falling open as she glanced down at the white gold necklace which sported a diamond studded star pendant. “Oh, Stevie…” she gasped “It’s beautiful!”

“Well I figured that silver one I got you needed an upgrade.” He said softly as she reached up and pulled his face down to hers, giving him a strong peck.

“Can you…?” she asked, handing him the box and turning round. With delicate fingers he fastened the necklace around her neck and she straightened it out so the star hung just below the hollow in her neck. “How does it look?”

“Great.” He smiled, giving her another kiss “Come on, let’s go and get your desk sorted before the inevitable huge goodbye that they all have planned kicks off.”

In all fairness it didn’t take them that long to pack up what she was taking. Most of the stuff from her desk in DC was still in a box under her current desk as she hadn’t unpacked it all, not knowing what was going to happen post the case. By time they had done Thor, Nat, Clint and Bucky had all arrived. The team shared one last coffee and a “Pretty eyes Danish” as Gina dubbed the pastries Clint provided, before there were some very tearful hugs shared.

“Don’t bother hugging me.” Gina said, holding her hand up “I’ll get to see you at the 99…” with a smirk she looked around “Suck on that, losers.”

Thor grinned, pointing at Gina “This girl, I like her.”

After a final goodbye, which as Nat pointed out wasn’t really goodbye as they’d still be going out and seeing each other a lot, Steve walked down to Katie’s car with her, carrying the biggest box. He placed it in her trunk before he shut it and turned to face her.

“You gonna be ok?”

Katie nodded and leaned up to kiss him. “I’ll call you later at lunch.”

Steve waited until her car had left the parking lot before he sighed, and turned back to the elevator. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sad to see her go, but at the same time he was slightly happy about it. Happy because it meant that everything was out in the open, above board. They were free to be together without any worries now, just as they should have been right from the start after Christmas if he hadn’t been such a dumbass about everything.

Still that was behind them now.

That said, he was still distracted for the rest of the morning, his mind on Katie and how she was settling back into her old precinct. He was vaguely aware of Clint running something past him on a robbery case, but what exactly he had no idea. Good job he trusted his team. Eventually at just after 1 his phone rang.

“Hey doll.” Steve smiled as he picked it up, leaning back in his chair, feet on his desk.

“Hey handsome,” “So, how was your morning?”

“Good.” Katie replied, the sile evident in her voice. “Got my desk sorted, a few case files to look over and-“

She was cut off by a loud shout from what sounded like a yell of “CLEAR THE FLOOR!!”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Perralta?” Katie shouted back and Steve winced slightly at the volume of her voice “No, absolutely…oh, Stevie, look, I gotta go…”

“Yeah, sounds…busy” he replied.

“It’s apparently time for the Weekly Monday Lunchtime Derby.” She snorted down the phone. “Perralta and Diaz are about to race round the bull pen on their chairs using fire extinguishers as rocket packs.”

Steve blinked at the utter absurdity of her words before he laughed and shook his head. Holt certainly had his hands full with that lot. He glanced out of his office at his own team just in time to see Bucky throw a pen at Clint who caught it expertly.

“Well, as long as you don’t have to call the fire department.” Steve quipped and Katie snorted.

“No flash fire dudes anywhere to be seen.”

Steve laughed “Ok doll, I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” She said, “Holt suggested all going for drinks tonight, a welcome back to the 99…you wanna come?”

Steve beamed at the thought of the first public appearance as a couple “Absolutely” he assured her. “Drop me a message and I’ll meet you there.”

**** Steve walked into the busy bar and glanced round. It didn’t take him long to spot Katie with Diaz and Jeffords stood a little way into the room and as he watched Katie tilted her head back in a huge, genuine laugh, Jeffords also laughing as Diaz gave her trademark smirk. Seeing her so happy and carefree, stirred something in Steve’s chest and he smiled to himself, before he walked over.

He greeted Holt on his way past with handshake as the man congratulated them on the capture of the Serious Cereal Serial Killer, before telling him the number the tab was open under at the bar. Steve patted the man on the shoulder before he continued and reached his girl’s side.

“Hey baby.” He said, sliding an arm round her waist.

She turned to him and smiled as he greeted Diaz with a nod and shook Jefford’s hand with his free one.

“Hi.” Katie breathed out as he dropped his head to give her a quick kiss.

“You need a drink?” he asked. She tossed the remainder of her gin down her throat and grinned.

“I do now.”

He looked at Jeffords and Diaz who both waved him away before he moved towards the bar. Katie followed him and as he stood waiting to be served she slipped her arms round his waist from behind. He turned to look at her to find her simply smiling at him and he grinned back, pulling her in for a deep kiss, before she pulled away and he pressed his forehead to hers, the rest of the bar forgotten completely.

It took them a while to get there, but Katie was right, they’d made it. And instead of looking back over the past 10 years, cursing himself for wasting so much time, Steve was, for the first time in god knows how long, looking forward and planning on making every single second of their future together count.

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Cinema

It’s always a treat being able to go to the movies with your pal Jungkook

word count: 1.9k genre: fluff

author’s note: A little idea about some platonic friendship, because you can truly love your friend without feeling any romantic attachments to them.

music: Apollo - The Lost Twenties

“That’s 35,450 won please,” the cashier said in her customer voice. Funny how people's voices change so drastically depending on who they're around. I can tell her real voice is a lower pitch than the one she just used. I tap my phone on the machine reader whilst the device scans my fingerprint. God bless contactless payment.

The cashier hands me a large bucket of popcorn, a cup holder with 2 sodas and a packet of kitkats. “Enjoy the movie!” Her voice was a bit too enthusiastic, either she's new or she hates her job. “Thanks,” I reply with half as much gusto.

I sit on the sofa that's nearest the entrance to the cinema and check my phone. My lock screen shows nothing new, so I turn my data on to check for any online updates. Again, nothing new. I turn my data off and open up my messages, when I feel a chill creep in from the entrance. From my peripheral vision, I can see that this breeze was accompanied by the person I was expecting. Even with his low beanie and black face mask, his posture immediately reveals who he was.

“I thought you'd stand me up again,” I note, my voice an octave lower than normal. I can see he's cocked his head towards my voice, his eyebrows raised as if he's surprised. His eyes were big and brown, but I could see the faint red veins and drooping eyelids.

“You look like crap, when was the last time you slept?”

“Um… yesterday?”

“Jungkook, you didn't have to come if you were tired. We can watch the Avengers film later when you're feeling up to it.”

“No, I want to watch it today. I won't have any time other than tonight, besides I'd promised to watch a film with you.”

He was right. Jungkook was always so busy, even finding a slot in his schedule to meet up for coffee near impossible. He's here now, and if he says he wants to watch the movie, we'll watch the movie.

“Fine, but if you fall asleep, you're paying me back for your ticket!” I get up and shove the food into his arms.

“So,” Jungkook begins as he stuffs some popcorn into his mouth, “what's the plot so far with this film?”

I'm putting in my reservation code at the online booking kiosk. “Well…” I explain the storyline as I open up my Android Pay app, “so they all hate each other but not really. Why did you ask about the story, haven't you seen Civil War?”

“No.”

My thumb is hovering over my phone's home button, millimeters away from authorizing the payment of 2 adult cinema tickets. I close the app and cancel my reservation. Jungkook is about to ask what I was doing.

“Change of plans,” I say with a strong voice, cutting him off completely, “when do I have to drop you off by?”

“Um… I told Jin Hyung I'd be home for dinner”

I glance at my phone's screen, 16:56. He ate dinner quite late, around 9 o'clock. A sneaky idea started to form in my mind.

“Tell Kim Seokjin-ssi that you're having dinner with me and I'll drop you off by 10pm.” I take the sodas and kitkats from him, and motioned him to follow me. I start walking briskly to my car, in an attempt to somehow warm up in this winter weather. I can hear soft thuds behind me, obviously he's wearing Timberlands. I reach for my keys when I'm close, when another thought strikes me.

“Jungkook-ssi when was the last time you drove a car?” I get my keys out and unlock the car.

“I haven't really driven a car since I got my license,” he looked so shy and adorable. “Jin-hyung let me drive the car to the studio a couple of times but that's only a 5 minute drive.”

“Well,” I start while putting the keys back into my pocket, “then you can definitely drive for 2 minutes using navigation right?”

“Yeah, but why?”

I walk to the passenger side and open the door with my free hand. “Jungkook-ssi you'll be driving to my apartment.” I slide inside and close the door next to me. I put the sodas in the cup holders next to me and open the kitkat packet. “Aren't you going to get in?” I ask with a stern voice. While I'm focused on my kitkat piece, I hear the driver side door open. I take the popcorn from Jungkook while he slides into the seat. The seat is too forward for him, so he moves it backwards and adjusts the rear view mirror to his height. The sat nav on my dash showed the approximate time it would take to get to mine, and calculated the most appropriate route to avoid the heavy parts of traffic. An easy 10 minutes route.

“Are you going to be ok driving?” I ask him. I did pretty much thrust the task of driving onto him out of nowhere. I was never this spontaneous, I always stuck to a plan.

“I'll be just fine.” He took off his mask and beanie, Lord I'd forgotten how good he looked. He presses the engine on button and the car roars into life. He starts slowly peeling away from the parked space and onto the main road.

Looking at him now, I still can’t believe it’s been all these years since we became friends. It’s so weird how we just ended up talking about G Dragon at a random cafe, only because my crappy headphones were bleeding out Niliria. Well, also because I was killing the rap on Missy’s part. Oh, how much we’ve both grown since that fateful event. He’s successful in his idol group and I’m the head at this small, private tech firm. He grew like bamboo while I got stuck at 163cm. Life was good, and I was grateful for every minute of time on this Earth.

“Ah, Y/N-ssi? Where do I park?”

I had gotten so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even realise when he’d driven to my apartment’s underground parking. The ride was so smooth… Jungkook-ssi can really drive well.

“Um… number 78, 3rd floor parking.” I watch him, curious. I pay attention to his hand movements as he turns the steering wheel. His hands. Damn. His fingernails were well trimmed and cuticles groomed. I’m pretty sure he’s been using Jin’s hand cream again. I see my number ahead and point it out to him. The car pulls up to the spot, and Jungkook parks it without a hitch. Hmm, he parks better than me. I take the sodas and popcorn in my hand and exit the car, the remaining pieces of the kitkat are tucked away in my pocket. I walk over to the driver side, where I see Jungkook-ssi come out. I hand him back the popcorn and lock the car.

“We have to take the elevator now to my apartment,” I explain to him. “Your beanie and mask are in my car, remember to take them with you when I drop you off!”

Jungkook just looks at the ground and smiles. “Yes, noona!”

I roll my eyes at his response and head to the elevators. Soft thuds behind me again, goddamn his Timberlands, he sounds like a puppy tapping the floor every time he follows me. “What do you want to eat?” I ask as we step inside.

“You pick.”

“Pizza?”

“I ate pizza for lunch.”

“Fried chicken?”

“I'm trying to avoid deep fried food.”

“Curry?”

“No…”

“Jesus you're so picky!” I exclaim as we exit the elevator, “Will you be ok eating roast lamb?”

“Yes that's fine.”

I walk towards my door and punch in my lock code. I let him enter first, then follow.

“Wow, your apartment is quite big, and clean!” Jungkook said while looking towards my living room.

Damn, I should’ve cleaned up. My half eaten lunch is still on the breakfast counter, the laundry is drying on the radiator in the corner, and my laptop is still playing YouTube videos on autoplay. Shit. I was watching BTS crack videos before I left for the cinema. I put the sodas on my kitchen counter and sprint to the laptop. Fire had just started to play when I close my laptop lid.

“Wow, I thought you didn't listen to our songs!”

“Well, I wanted to get myself up to date on your music.”

“Sure thing,” he took his shoes off and made his way to the couch. I walk over to him and airplay Civil War from my tablet.

I get my blanket from the closet and drape it over him, although he's still got his oversized coat on. I can hear him shuffling his coat open when I make my way to the fridge. I take out the marinated lamb leg and put it in the oven to roast, with a timer set for an hour later, that's when I have to put the potatoes on boil.

As I walk back to the couch, I hear the faint crunching of popcorn. “Jungkook-ssi,” I start. Damn. Both his cheeks are stuffed with popcorn, and he's all wrapped up in my blanket, he looks like ET. Adorable child. “I'm just going to get changed into something more comfortable, if you need anything just knock.”

I swiftly make my way to my bedroom and get out of my winter wear. I slip into my soft pink oversized pyjamas and head back to the living room.

He's glaring at me as if there's a ghost behind me. Not to mention, he's red as a tomato. Jesus, what happened while I was gone for 5 minutes?

Did he break my tv? Did he spoil my lamb? Oh my god, did he open my laptop and look at my search history?

I'm worried so I just blurt out, “Jungkook-ssi did you do something?” He just shakes his head and tries to focus on the film again. I ask again, more stern this time, “Jeon Jungkook, if you have something to say… spit it out.”

“Well… uh,” his tone is shaky “you invited me to your place for dinner, and when you said you're gonna wear something more comfortable… I thought you were trying to seduce me. I know it's a crazy thought…” he rambles on further about how ridiculous he is to even think of that but I just let out a relieved sigh.

Is this boy attentive or just plain stupid? Either way, it was adorable how flustered he got. I joined him on the couch. “Jungkook-ssi you're not my type. Simple as that. Besides, it's way more fun with you being my friend, you're like a little brother to me,” with that I pat his head before snuggling up to the other side of the sofa, where there was more leg room.

“Oh yeah, by the way, are you older than me or not?” He asks.

“Hmmm... I'm not telling you that, but please keep calling me noona, it's quite cute.”

“Ok but it's awkward if you're younger than me.”

“Well then, would you rather I called you oppa?” I raise one eyebrow at him in a questioning manner.

Silence. He focuses back on the movie again.

Truthfully, I'm younger than him but only by a few days. He hates being called oppa unnecessarily, so I just avoid it. It's quite weird actually, now that I think about it.

We're both invested in the movie right up to the heart wrenching climax. I put on ‘Saw’ straight away, because I'm in the mood for some horror, and I'm curious to see how much gore the boy can take.

BRRRRRRR

Shit, the lamb!

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