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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years ago

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Childhood

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

+ This Game of Ours

Jason’s eyes snapped open at a sound that no human should be able to hear.

Ever since he’d been resurrected from the Lazarus pit, his senses had grown abnormally acute – amongst other strange things.

Sometimes he swore he could even hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was easiest to do with her, after all he was so intone with her very being.

But all of that made nearly impossible for anyone to sneak up on him – let alone in his own home. Which someone was. He could feel it.

Jason’s eyes glanced down at Y/N, who was sound asleep on his chest.

Ever so carefully, he lifted her body off of him so he could slip out of bed.

But Y/N was a light sleeper, unfortunately. She must’ve inherited that from Bruce, even though she wasn’t even raised by the man.

Y/N winced as her eyes opened just in time to see Jason grabbing one of his hidden guns from below their bed frame.

“What’s going on?” Her voice raspy.

“Nothing,” Jason lied. “Stay here.”

Now that she found out about another hidden gun in their apartment, Jason knew he was going to return to a lecture from Y/N. She never hid her hatred for guns, and had asked him to keep them out of their apartment.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered desperately, now more awake and concerned.

“Stay here,” Jason said, more firmly this time.

Then he quickly kissed her, leaving even less room for her to argue.

In only his black boxer briefs, Jason snuck out of their bedroom and into the living room without making any sound. Y/N had always been shocked at how quiet her giant boyfriend could make himself.

Just as Jason raised his gun, he heard the familiar voice.

“Put some clothes on, Todd.”

Damian stepped out of the shadows.

To Jason’s surprise, he was in civilian clothes and not in his Robin uniform.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking in like that?” Jason reprimanded as he uncocked the gun.

But before Damian could defend himself, the bedroom door squeaked open and Y/N was rushing out into the living room.

“I told you to stay there,” Jason growled.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s overprotectiveness. “Obviously I recognized Damian’s voice, Jason.”

Then Y/N looked at her half-brother for a second and quickly realized Damian had come there for a reason.

“Everything alright, Damian?” She asked carefully.

“Yes,” he lied.

Jason remembered when Damian despised Y/N. He saw her as a threat to his claim to the Wayne throne. But Y/N had immediately made her intentions clear. “I have my own reputation, money, and career that I built without a name attached to me. I want nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises,” she had told Damian as soon as she realized he saw her as some sort of competition.

It took Damian months to even acknowledge Y/N. And he really only did because both his father and Dick – basically his surrogate father – scolded him for not doing so.

Slowly but surely, the two grew closer.

Y/N didn’t put up with Damian’s attitude. But she also didn’t scold him like a child. If he was rude or aggressive, she spoke to him the same way she would speak to a grown man who behaved in such a manner. Somehow it made the boy slowly start to respect her more.

Eventually, they bonded over their mutual love of the arts. Damian was impressed with her photographs, while Y/N was honored whenever Damian decided to share his drawings with her. Y/N had gifted Damian his first camera. And Damian once gave her a few lessons on the basics of sketching and painting.

Who knew Waynes were the creative type?

And it was when Damian’s pets all seemed to be obsessed with Y/N that the boy finally decided to get over his original opinions and feelings.

It was by no means a short or easy battle. But the rest of the family was relieved when Damian finally accepted Y/N as one of their own.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate?” Y/N offered Damian.

The boy just shrugged, but she noticed his eyes subtly light up.

She never understood why he refused to let himself feel joy in the simple things. It was like she could catch him stopping himself from being a kid.

“I’m going to bed,” Jason announced with exhaustion.

It was clear to him that Damian came to see his sister, not him. And he was nice enough to leave the two of them alone. Even though he was a bit bitter that his girlfriend was being stolen from their bed.

Before turning back to the bedroom, Jason invaded Y/N’s space and gently grabbed her jaw before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross,” Damian groaned.

Jason glared and pointed at the boy. “You’re in our apartment, demon spawn. I’ll kiss my girlfriend if I fuckin’ want to.”

Y/N just laughed as she watched Jason close their bedroom door behind him.

“Come on,” she nudged her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Let’s make some hot chocolate. I think I have some of Alfred’s cookies hiding somewhere, too.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N smirked and shook her head. Tonight, she wasn’t taking the bait.

Once Damian decided he didn’t hate Y/N, he jumped right to making it known that he did not think Jason was good enough for her. But she knew it was an act – mostly.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” She asked casually once they had giant mugs of hot chocolate and cookies in front of them, making sure to give the boy extra marshmallows.

“I’m grounded,” Damian muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Grounded?”

It seemed like a far too normal concept for a family of vigilantes.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“I’m guessing that means Bruce and Alfred don’t know you’re here…?”

“I snuck out,” he admitted.

“Why did you get grounded?”

“Father found out I was skipping school. And then that I skipped the school dance.”

“Why does it matter if you skipped the dance?” She asked, clearly confused.

Y/N was also struggling to imagine Bruce caring about such a trivial thing like that.

“Father wishes for me to have normal experiences that young man of my age is expected to have,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes.

“School dances are lame,” Y/N commented.

Damian sat up straighter, not expecting that to be her response.

“I skipped prom. I didn’t want to go,” she added.

“Why not?” The boy challenge, somewhat caught off guard by that.

Y/N shrugged. “Bad music. Bad dancing. Tacky dresses. Just wasn’t all that appealing to angsty, teenage me.”

Damian just nodded slowly, and then got quiet.

“I have no desire to be normal,” he finally stated after a few minutes.

“I’m not taking his side, but I get why Bruce wants you to do these things, Damian. You were robbed of a lot of things because of the way you were raised. I’m not saying that it’s bad or good. But I think Bruce just wants to give you the opportunity to experience the life of a – well...of a kid.”

“And was your life normal?” Damian quickly asked.

Y/N nodded. “So normal that it was boring.” She laughed, “My entire life was normal until I met all of you weirdos.”

That got a smile out of Damian.

But then it slowly dropped and he seemed to get lost in his head.

“I don’t…I don’t have any friends,” Damian finally whimpered.

Y/N was shocked by the boy’s emotion.

Damian was always composed.

“It’s like they speak a different language. And it’s one I can never learn.”

“Oh, Damian,” Y/N sighed as she rushed from her seat to kneel beside him. “I know it must be hard to try and fit in. But you’re not doing anything wrong. None of that’s your fault.”

“Father is more than aware that I don’t need the education,” Damian’s voice shook as he tried not to cry. “He only forces me to attend so I can make friends. And that is one thing I am unable to do.”

Y/N let him breathe and have an opportunity to continue before she spoke again.

“I hate school, so I skip. And the school dance seemed so ridiculous to me, so I skipped that too – even after father specifically requested that I attend.”

Y/N sighed, “And did you tell him how you’re feeling when he grounded you?”

Damian shook his head no.

She hadn’t expected anything different. She could easily imagine Damian lashing out at Bruce when he received his punishment, saying that the requests were a waste of his time and beneath him.

Damian was good at hiding his emotional pain – maybe even better than their father.

Y/N was sure Bruce didn’t have a true understanding of what Damian was going through.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Damian asked.

“Of course,” she gave him a sad smile. “How about we take this hot chocolate to the couch and watch a movie?”

Damian shrugged. But it wasn’t a no.

Y/N let him pick the movie.

He chose Fantasia.

When Y/N didn’t hide her surprise, he explained that he respected the animation and loved all of the classical music. Even when they did a child-like activity, he still always found way to remind the world that he was no normal child.

An hour later, both of them had fallen asleep on the couch with the movie still playing.

When Damian felt another presence, he awoke with a jolt and grabbed his hidden knife, holding it to the throat of the intruder.

But it was Jason, gently bringing Y/N’s sleeping body into his arms.

“Once again, demon spawn, you’re in our apartment,” Jason hissed with annoyance.

The man was completely unfazed by the feeling of a blade threatening to slit his throat.

Damian huffed.

“I’m taking her to bed,” Jason explained the obvious. Then he nudged his head at the love-seat across from Damian. “There’s a blanket right there if you want to sleep on the couch. Or you can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

But Jason paused, with Y/N sleeping in his arms, as he noticed a strange look on Damian’s face.

“What?” He urged.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you myself,” Damian growled softly.

Jason looked utterly unimpressed. “You’d have to get in line,” he answered, making sure to keep his voice quiet to prevent waking Y/N.

But then Jason’s face softened. “Look, kid, I think you know that she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d die before doing anything to mess this up.”

“Hmph,” was the only noise Damian made in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and carried Y/N back to their bedroom.

In all honesty, he couldn’t fall asleep while she had been in with Damian. With Jason’s weird enhanced hearing because of the pit, he was able to catch a bit of their conversation.

Jason softly place Y/N back in bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. When he joined her on the other side of the bed, she didn’t even wake as she slid back into his arms.

Now Jason could finally go to sleep.

When there was a knock on the apartment door the next morning, Damian and Y/N shared a look.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N sighed.

Jason had made all three of them breakfast that morning.

But now Damian pushed the food around his plate, knowing this was the end of his small rebellion. Who knew what his new punishment would be?

Y/N opened the door to unsurprisingly find her father.

Bruce was wearing a full suit, despite it being a Sunday morning. On top was a heavy, black overcoat with the back of the collar slightly propped up.

“You could have least told me he was here,” Bruce greeted his daughter.

She smirked mischievously and shrugged. “I’m no snitch.”

Damian appeared behind Y/N, not seeing the point in dragging this out any longer than necessary.

“Alfred’s downstairs with the car,” Bruce told his son evenly.

The disappointment in both his expression and tone was obvious.

Damian looked up at Y/N. “Thank you for having me, Y/N.”

“Next time, use the actual door so you don’t give me or Jason a heart attack.”

Damian smiled at that before walking past his father and down the hallway.

“Can I talk to you a second?” Y/N asked Bruce.

Her father seemed surprised by the request, but nodded anyways and closed the door behind him.

“I think Damian is really struggling – more than you think, I mean.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. “He hasn’t even been remotely injured from patrols in months…”

“No, Bruce,” she quickly cut off. “Not as Robin. As Damian.”

Bruce was quiet.

“He doesn’t know how to fit in, Bruce. And you’re putting a lot of pressure on him to live a normal life. Bu he’s never gonna have normal. That was taken away from him before you even knew he existed.”

“He said that to you?” Bruce asked.

She nodded. “In so few words, yes.”

“And I’m assuming you have some advice,” he quirked a brow.

“Well, yeah. Maybe you should just homeschool him.”

“Y/N, the whole point of him going to school is to be around kids his own age. We both know the education is beneath him already.”

“But that’s the thing, Bruce. He’s never going to relate to any of those kids. Going to school makes him feel like a freak. Let him get homeschooled.”

“He needs to learn to make friends,” Bruce argued.

“You’re right. He does. But not with the spoiled brats of Gotham Academy. How many superheroes are you friends with?”

“He doesn’t consider them friends!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How many superheroes are you acquainted with, who have kids around Damian’s age?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

“I know you like to keep your personal life away from Batman. But those are the only kids that Damian is ever going to relate to in some way. Do you get what I’m saying?”

To her surprise, Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

Her brows shot up. “I am?”

Y/N had really expected him to fight her on this.

Bruce chuckled. “Of course you are. Out of everyone in this family, you are the only one who can say they had any semblance of a normal childhood.”

Suddenly his phone dinged and he glanced down at it.

“I have to go,” he regretfully told her.

When he looked back up at her, his face softened. “Come to the manor soon for dinner,” he asked her gently.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, “I will.”

Bruce nodded in the direction of the kitchen where Jason was hiding. “And bring that one with you, will you?”

Y/N laughed. “He’ll go wherever I go. He’s like a puppy, that one.”

“I can hear you!” Jason called out.

Bruce laughed and stepped forward to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for looking out for Damian, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bruce.”

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beyondspaceandstars · 4 years ago

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Around Your Neck

Bonus: Part 2

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader feat. Voyeur!Zemo Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, choking, metal arm kink, fingering, public sex, voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: Zemo was quite intrigued by you and Bucky fucking on his plane that he takes some bold steps when he sees you two running off to do similar activities on another one of his properties. A/N: alright! this idea actually stems from a conversation that took place in the original ‘Around You Neck’ piece. A reader (see full exchange below) threw around the idea of Zemo watching and someone second but it took me a while to actually get down how to go about this although i think i got it I THINK I DID GOOD. i enjoyed it so fingers crossed this lives up to any expectations

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Things had gotten hot and heavy between you and Bucky once again upon settling into Zemo’s place.

Once the gig was up and everyone was fully aware of your particular interest in a particular arm, you didn’t even attempt to hide your lustful gazing.

And something about that sure got Bucky going.

He pushed you against the wall of the fancy bathroom. His lips were on yours from the second he made some lame-ass excuse to pull you away from Sam and Zemo.

Sam had chosen to ignore it, not feeling like now was the time to lecture either of you. Zemo on the other hand had watched silently as Bucky’s hand gripped the back of your neck and your thighs twitched in response before you two disappeared into the bathroom.

You had felt Zemo’s eyes on you two as Bucky fumbled with the door before shoving you in, deepening the kiss, but you had chosen to ignore it and instead got caught up in the sensations of your boyfriend.

Nearly everything in the world had been forgotten the moment Bucky lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his torso. He walked you carefully backward, your back hit a wall.

“You’re driving me absolutely mad,” Bucky whispered in your ear, his voice as rough and passionate as his actions. His hardness grinded into your heated core as he spoke, earning a pathetic whine from you.

“I-I haven’t done anything.” You just about giggled at the end of your claim of innocence. Bucky responded by attacking your neck with kisses, nipping and sucking as he made his way across your hot skin.

You let out a light moan and made your own grinding actions against him. He shook his head, trying to taunt and deny you, but then little begs fell from your lips. The sweet sounds of “please” always made him absolutely weak - not that he’d ever admit it. Instead, he slowly let one hand make its way to your pants button while his metal arm held you perfectly.

When you realized the position, you swore you could feel yourself getting wetter. Just the realization he was holding you with one arm - the metal arm - so effortlessly while his other hand started work on giving you some relief made something turn in your stomach.

Bucky must’ve realized all this as he let out a deep chuckle once he undid your pants and shoved his hand into your panties. Two fingers first started little circular motions on your clit before moving them over your soaking folds.

He inserted the, slowly, letting you feel every inch of his fingers. “So fucking wet,” he groaned in your ear as he planted a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Haven’t even done anything yet it’s a fucking puddle in your panties. Ridiculous.”

The degrading words did not help your situation as you let out a loud gasping moan. Bucky was enjoying this, letting you be as loud as you wanted despite the others clearly in the house. You could only hope that they had decided to leave upon catching wind of what you two were up to.

But that turned out not to be the case.

As Bucky began adding a third finger to the mix, the bathroom door opened. At first, you didn’t even notice it. Eyes closed, your brain was only focused on getting your boyfriend to hurry up and fuck you, you were totally lost in your own world. For your super-soldier ex-assassin boyfriend, though, it was harder for him to turn his senses off.

Abruptly, all motions stopped. Bucky lifted his head from your neck as his fingers stilled inside you. You opened your eyes unwillingly and looked down at your boyfriend. His eyes were wide as yours were furrowed in confusion.

A heavily accented voice cut through the silence from the doorway. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You gasped - and this time it wasn’t one of pleasure. You started wiggling, trying to get a now furious Bucky away from you. He caught on and ripped his hand from your pants. Angry but still handling you with care, his arm placed you back on the ground. You turned away from the door, trying to fix your clothes as Bucky faced the intruder.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell out.” Bucky’s voice boomed throughout the room, bouncing off every tile.

You flinched at the sound as you turned around, presently decent. Your eyes fell on Zemo who was currently leaning against the doorframe, a stupid smirk on his face and a fire in his eyes.

He shrugged, completely unbothered, and slowly closed the door again behind him. “Can’t a man watch what’s happening in his own home?” You and Bucky shared a questioning glance. “You two just seem to like sneaking off. Forgive me if my curiosity has peaked but this is a fascinating situation.”

“What the hell are you going on about?” You sighed, frustrated in more ways than one.

“I’m a man who likes to know what’s going on,” he crossed his arms, “especially when it’s happening in my space.”

“I really don’t-,”

“He wants to watch,” Bucky cut you off but his eyes were still trained on Zemo’s cocky, slightly too proud stance. Your stomach unexpectedly fluttered.

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “W-Watch?” Your voice was suddenly weak as the frustrations - the good ones - hit you again.

“Hmm, interesting,” said Zemo as if he was casually thinking out loud. As if this was the perfect time for some brainstorming session. Your blood was boiling at his casualness.

You rolled your eyes, biting the bait that he cast like a foolish, edged woman. “What’s interesting?”

“You didn’t say no.”

You and Bucky began spewing protests to his claim.

“I-I was in shock-,”

“It doesn’t mean anything-,”

“You’re insane-,”

Zemo lifted his hand to stop you both. Your two voices were getting muddled as your words fought to defend. You gave in, quickly halting all complaints. You could see from the corner of your eye Bucky watching you a bit cautiously now but you didn’t want to face him. You still, for some reason, felt hot and bothered by this… proposition.

“Am I really that insane?” He asked, taking a slow step towards you. “You think you’re hiding it but you can’t stop shifting your stance and those pretty thighs won’t stop squeezing together.” Zemo paused, chuckling a bit to himself. You glared, keeping your eyes locked with his despite how overwhelming it all was. “Are you going to tell me that I’m wrong, dear? Because I don’t think I am. In fact, I think you’d more than just enjoy it. I think you actually crave it.”

Your heart sank at Zemo’s publicized revelation. How the hell did he even pick up on that? Was he somehow in your fucking mind? Your eyes searched his expression, looking for signs that he was pulling your leg or playing some fucking games but his features were cold with a hint of curiosity. You weren’t sure what to say because, well, he really wasn’t wrong. But this didn’t stem from some blatant attraction to Zemo (even though that desire certainly was harboring deep, deep within you), you had always had some interest in sexual adventures on the more voyeuristic side.

Bucky, however, didn’t know any of this.

For all the intimate actions you two had already explored -- including the new-found metal arm kink -- you hadn’t brought this up, finding it to be some ultimate, untouchable achievement with your partner.

Bucky said your name, pulling you out of your dazed thoughts. You finally faced him, taking in his not-so-surprising expression of wonder. “Is that true?” There was something in his tone that made your heart leap. He was… excited, you thought. “Is this making you…”

Your mouth opened but no words came out.

Zemo opted to answer for you. “You know it is, James.”

Bucky licked his lips and took a couple of steps towards you, focused on getting an answer personally from you. He was very close now, pretty much towering of you. “Does the thought of someone watching us make you wet?”

His words hit the room like explosive bombs. You gasped at the boldness, trying to act all surprised at the question, but your body couldn’t hide anything, especially not when Bucky’s metal arm came up to trace invisible lines across your neck. He held your head up, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. The entire situation felt so powerful.

“N-No.”

Both Bucky and Zemo let out scoffs in disbelief. You sighed, defeated.

“Oh, really?” Bucky inquired as he began walking towards you again, getting so close that you had no choice but to back up. You hit the wall once again, feeling almost in the position from earlier.

Without any warning, Bucky undid your pants and once again shoved his hand back to your core, letting his fingers run over your folds. If your panties had a puddle earlier, it was now a full-blown ocean down there. You yelped in surprise.

Bucky hummed as he let his fingers play. “I think the thought makes you very wet.” He pressed into you just a bit more, enough for you to now feel his erection through his jeans.

As Bucky inserted two fingers in you, he moved his head to meet yours. You grabbed onto his shoulders as the hand on your throat forced your head to tilt to the side, making room for him to whisper in your ears.

He pumped his fingers slowly as he spoke, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” You let out a pathetic whine. “Yeah, you sure are,” Bucky chuckled. “I can feel it. I can feel you soaking my hand and why is that? Because someone is watching you? Someone’s watching you take my fingers like a good girl while my hand is wrapped around your pretty throat, just how I know you like it. Isn’t that right, dear?”

Bucky sneered, his voice full of arousal and jealousy, at the little pet name Zemo had used on you. You just about collapsed when he spoke. If it hadn’t been for Bucky’s strong body pressing into yours, you would’ve melted into the floor. Not to mention, you could feel Zemo’s eyes taking you in, raking over you so shamelessly as you twisted and squirmed from Bucky’s skilled fingering.

“She is quite the sight,” Zemo commented, making observations as if you weren’t even in the room. For some reason, that made everything hotter.

“M-More-,” you choked out and began grinding your hips against Bucky’s body. His grip on your throat got a bit tighter at your movement, forcing you to let out a moan.

“You want more?” Bucky taunted you as his thumb came up to circle your clit. You yelped, moving your hips even more. His body was still holding you down. “You want me to fuck you right here for him to see?”

Your eyes had fluttered close by now but Bucky wasn’t dealing with that. The hand on your neck left and found its way into your hair. He gave your hair a tug, forcing you to keep looking at him. His eyes bore into yours, full of lust and pleasure. His features, though, were harsh and serious. You felt your orgasm coming in hard. You couldn’t even think straight to nod at his ridiculous question.

Bucky seemed to know all this, though. Just as fast as he put his hand down your pants, he removed it, making you let out an angry, pitiful whine at the loss of contact. Bucky just shook his head and forced you to turn around. Now your front was completely pushed against the wall and Bucky was working fast to get your pants and panties off.

You couldn’t really see anything behind you now and somehow, this got you going even more. You lost pretty much all control in this position. Your awareness was flying out the window. You had no idea what Bucky’s next moves would be and you certainly didn’t know how Zemo looked taking this all in.

Suddenly, though, a hand came up to your cheek, brushing back your hair. You knew immediately it wasn’t Bucky.

“You look so pretty, dear,” Zemo whispered. His hand caressed your cheek as his eyes stared into your blown-out ones. “Like an absolute goddess.”

Before you could even respond or at least show acknowledgment, Bucky entered you full force, his hips completely jutting against you. You let out a cry at the fullness, completely stunned by the boldness of your boyfriend. He groaned lowly in your ear as he worked his way well deep into you.

“B-Bucky-” Your cries were loud as you adjusted to the size of him, now planted rightfully in you. While there was some discomfort, all you could register was the pleasure you had been denied for what felt like forever.

“Shh,” he hushed you, his mouth right against your ear. “You’re taking it so well, doll. My good little girl.”

You could’ve sobbed at his words of encouragement. He watched you for a second, still paused inside you, before feeling that you were okay. Then the pumping began, in and out of you, just as powerful as when Bucky first entered you. His rhythm was hypnotizing as he fucked you forcefully into the wall.

Upping the ante a bit, his metal arm came around to your neck, squeezing gently but with determination. You felt yourself get wetter at the action.

“There you go,” Bucky mumbled, sounding lost in his own daze. “Just like that, sweetheart. Got me fucking you against a wall, my hand around your throat, while we have a little audience. But that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted to show off how you like to get fucked.”

Somehow, his words were so degrading yet so pleasing. They went straight to your core causing the sound of your wetness to begin filling the room. You heard Zemo chuckle at the shift.

“Such a dirty girl you have, James.”

Bucky scoffed. “What a naughty girl I have. Didn’t even tell me she likes it when people watch.”

You whined at the statement but didn’t have much time to ponder it as Bucky pulled out of the way out only to shove right back in, forcing you to take his length in one motion. Your cries were becoming a regular thing now, completely engrossed in the situation.

“That’s it, sweetheart, so good,” Bucky grunted in your ear as his hand on your throat got tighter. “Gonna cum for me, yeah? Gonna come while he watches? Come on, doll, let him see how pretty you look falling apart.”

That was all it took. Your orgasm rushed through you the second his words stopped and he gave another strong pump. Slightly ashamed of yourself for how little it took for you to cum, but who could really blame you? Denied twice, you were always on that teetering and all that was needed was Bucky’s permission.

You shook under Bucky as he stilled inside you, letting his own orgasm take him over. He finished inside you, groaning and moaning pleasantly in your ear as you squirmed. The sensation of it all, from the warmth of Bucky filling you to Zemo’s eyes still shamelessly watching, had you overwhelmed quickly.

Bucky whispered sweet praises in your ear as you two calmed down. “So good for me, sweetheart. Absolutely fucking perfect. Can never get enough of this.” His words made you feel warm and definitely helped you catch your breath.

When he saw you were going to be fine, Bucky pulled out and reached for a towel to clean you up. He was gentle and caring, a complete contrast to just minutes ago.

Pants and underwear returned to your body and you pushed yourself slowly away from the wall, carefully finding your footing.

Once you and Bucky had straightened up your appearance, Zemo spoke.

“That certainly was a real treat,” he said with a cocky smile playing on his lips. You couldn’t really face him and instead focused on the floor. Bucky placed a gentle hand on your waist. “Nothing to be ashamed of, dear. I think we got what we all wanted, right?”

You mustered the courage to at least look up at Bucky who was just rolling his eyes.

“Could you leave us for now?” Bucky sighed.

“Why?” Zemo asked. “Going for round two?”

You shook your head, fighting your own urge to roll your eyes. No matter how mad you actually wanted to be, though, you had certainly found a lot of pleasure in the events just seconds earlier.

Bucky went to snap back with some remarks but Zemo cut him off. “I’m just kidding,” he said and then began walking to the door. “Thank you for this opportunity. It will certainly be treasured.”

With that, he exited, leaving you and Bucky standing there, staring at one another. Surprisingly, nothing had felt it changed between you two. In fact, you felt better now that that little secret of yours was now out in the open.

“So,” Bucky began with the tiniest smirk, “are there any other kinks of yours I need to know about?”

You groaned as Bucky chuckled, finding way too much amusement now. “Shut up.”

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kkyujikoo · 3 years ago

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These are my... 2...? Maybe 50, cents about the whole "freejk" thing. I'm gonna be extremely petty and at some points a whole lot sarcastic and it's gonna be long but I had to say it. As soon as I get my computer I'm gonna make it under read more, but the app does whatever it wants, as we know.

Listen, this ain't my first fan rodeo, and not even the first fan rodeo where I've been directly or indirectly accused of being some sort of pervert or delulu. I've been in fandom spaces since I was a teen, I was shipping mlm couples when queerbaiting in TV shows was still something that was seen as the norm rather than some cheap disgusting trick. I was there when fanfic spaces saw "slash" fics as something "different" and to be tagged with a more mature rating even when they just looked at each other.

I was in BBC's Sherlock's fandom and I shipped Johnlock during the hiatus between S3 and S4, at this point I'm not even feeling it when people call me delulu or a weirdo.

So, yeah, take this with a grain of salt: as a person who has seen thousands of times fandom drama unfolding and has lived too much of it... This whole situation is so ridiculous it makes me laugh. Like, yeah, it's maddening how people will blame anyone and everyone because they don't even see their own bias and homophobia, granted, but like... It also makes me laugh for the sheer dumbassery of the reasoning behind it all?

Like... Y'all are getting mad and for what? Because it sure as hell isn't the invasion of privacy, since y'all are watching the same content we're all watching and you're paying to see it the same way everyone else is. If you don't want to "invade their privacy", you should just... Stop watching content that isn't their music videos, RUN episodes or interviews. Memories and any kind of dvd/video that shows what they're doing behind the scenes shouldn't be part of their job as musicians, and therefore we're intruding in their privacy... Or aren't we?

Or maybe it's more nuanced than that: maybe the content they release on dvd/on their official channels is part of their job as entertainers, and it's been approved, and it's a small window THEY are granting us.

You know what's the REAL invasion of privacy and what REALLY invalidates someone autonomy? When you, who maybe aren't even paying to see that content (which is something I understand, like, dude, I'm not covered in money either), DEMAND what kind of behind the scenes content you want when I swear ABSOLUTELY NO ONE has asked you. Once again: you don't like it? You think it's some huge invasion of privacy? Don't buy it. Don't interact with it. Convince your friends to do the same. For all I care, just go and petition to boycott this kind of content. I know you won't do it, because... That's the thing, isn't it? It's not the invasion of privacy that bothers these people.

Y'all aren't mad because we get into their business or else you would have gotten real mad when we were privy to REAL private moments like people crying their hearts out.

No, no. Y'all are mad because it's "shipping content" and "fanservice" which apparently bothers you because it lacks authenticity.

Pick a side, lovelies: either you DON'T want to invade their privacy, and thus all the content they release should be focused on what fans want to see, or you WANT to know how they interact TRULY in private.

And here's the catch: "shipping content" can be anything. Shipping existed WAAAAAYYY before the word for it was invented, same way with fanfictions. Shipping means, literally, "seeing two (or more) people interact and thinking they would make a good romantic pair". That's it. That's quite literally it. Everything else is just some nuance of the concept of shipping, but at its core, it's nearly impossible to ban all shipping content when it's a group of seven people, because they should for real go in social distancing mode to do so. Most people who have parasocial relationships tend to have "ships" whether they know it or not, because we've all, at least once, looked at a dynamic from the outside and thought "oh man they look cute together". So, even if, o dear ones, your wishes were granted... What the hell do you mean by "shipping" content? Should they just film solo clips, avoiding talking about the other members? But wouldn't that be fanservice, since it's focused on pleasing the fans? (Which, ultimately, is what fanservice MEANS, and I hate to break it to y'all but the whole concept behind entertainment and thus all the content BTS releases it's... For the fans. Like, they're not going out of their way to just meet our expectations but they're certainly doing fanservice by the mere act of releasing bonus content.)

But it's not even quite that, is it? Because no one bats an eye if it's Tae kissing Nj's cheek. I've seen no hashtag against everyone - and I mean literally every one of them - wolf whistling at Nj. It's okay to show intimacy... Because they're bandmates and it's okay to be close to someone who you see basically 24/7, I hear you. And it's also okay when people see that and gush over that closeness, because it's such a nice thing to see.

Soooooo... We've got to free JK from whom exactly? From what?

Are y'all mad cause people pointed out there's very little way a bruise that stayed for a whole ass night could be a quick bite? Because that doesn't harm jk, at most makes fun of him and jimin and their poor excuses (seriously, guys, next time consider using mosquitoes or "I was doing stuff". It'll be equally embarrassing but at least the meme will be funny), and it's literally... A fair observation. Like. It's a hickey, people are gonna make jokes about seeing a hickey and poor excuses of covering it up in the exact same way they're gonna make jokes over jimin falling out of chairs. And yeah, a hickey is AT LEAST something that happens in a sensual context. Like, I could understand "people who are extremely familiar with each other will have different body language/touch in areas where usually you wouldn't see friends touching each other", but that's not. Not a hand on the thigh. It's a hickey on the neck. I don't even know a more stereotypical placing for a hickey. But once again, are y'all mad because someone is pointing it out? Because that's not being delulu or even being a shipper, really, it's just commenting on something that was approved to be shown and discussed in something that was released BY THEM.

Are y'all mad at hybe for showing something that literally fell onto their hands? Cause like, unless someone (I'm counting on Jimin, since as we know Jungkook was busy spinning him round and round and had both his hands busy) called at hybe headquarters to say "yo bang pd substitute, is it okay if I give my friend jk here a hickey? Cause he's being really annoying rn and he has to pay", I highly doubt anyone expected Jungkook to come to rehearsal all neatly marked up. Or idk, maybe someone at hybe asked them "we need Jungkook to come in with a hickey but refuse to say it's a hickey, so that fans will feel reeeeally served." That sounds perfectly plausible too. Or a good marketing strategy.

Now, if you're a big company and your objective is to have some footage of the rehearsals for a concert, and the fandom is too good at noticing stuff for their own good, and one of your artists comes in with a very visible mark, and he and his bff bropal4lyfe come n with a story about how they were playing and a bite happened, you've got three choices: 1. Cut the artist out of aaaaalll the footage. Someone would have noticed the "bite mark" anyway, you best believe that. If you don't want anyone to notice it, you gotta cut him in most of the footage where it's visible. 2. Keep the hickey, discard the explanations. You could do that, but also it would feel a lot more unfaithful to everyone involved. Also they clearly worked their ass off to invent an explanation, come on! They truly tried to do their best inventing something that was not "it's a mosquito bite", they should get some credit! 3. Keep the bite, keep the explanation.

Notice how none of these solutions include the biting never happening because... They couldn't prevent it? The only thing they have any control over is how they're framing each "accident". And that's not an easy job.

I applaud you, people on the editing team.

So... On whom should we cast the blame now? Ah, yes, I think it's finally time for the ultimate scapegoat of this fandom: Jimin. Which is funny, cause... You know... If this were really about privacy, or being "victims" of shipping... This should be about freeing him too, you know? But obviously Jimin does it for attention, while Jungkook, poor angel that he is, doesn't even know what shipping is.

Furthermore, don't we all know how much Jimin imposes himself in Jungkook's life? To the point where he, multimillionaire man feels compelled to share a car with Jimin even if they're both late in the process. And can't you see how uncomfortable he is, draping himself over Jimin, making Jimin drap himself over him?

Oh lordy, truly such an awful eight years Jungkook spent, choosing to have vacations with someone who made him uncomfortable, spending free time with him, even having to suck his ear in public to the point you can see his saliva just because Jimin was sad :( truly an all-around bad time for Jungkook, as evidenced by alllll those times when he said Jimin was pretty, cute, and all-around knowing every little thing about Jimin. I absolutely concur, the dude would be so much more happy if jimin was not in his life.

Did that sound weird and absolutely ridiculous and a really absurd joke? Because that's what y'all sound like to me. Like. Jungkook is out there living his best life, getting hickeys and showered in affection and y'all paint him as a fucking martyr??? I'm sure he's really truly desperate that Jimin holds him in such high regards 😭😭😭 I can see him suffering whenever he starts doing his own serendipity rendition 😭😭 and when he claimed you are me, I am you as his and Jimin's only 😭😭😭 I cannot believe this poor baby 😭😭😭

I've reached a point where every time I hear this stuff I laugh because the levels of twisting reality when it comes to jikook are extraordinary, Jungkook will have a literally blissed out face and people will cry in outrage.

But coming back to my point: let's pretend you're not mad at Jimin and the possibility that jikook are dating: are y'all mad... At the hickey? Because at this point it seems like the only feasible solution. And if you are, do not worry: I'm sure Jungkook's skin was throughly healed by his boo. A kiss soothes even the worst pain, doesn't it?

#jikook #that freejk dumbassery

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dw-writes · 4 years ago

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32 for henry sturges :3

so, for anyone who doesn’t know, Henry Sturges is a character played by Dominic cooper in the movie Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, and one of the main characters in the novel by the same name, while being the main character in the sequel, The Last American Vampire. sadly, the author of those novels is The Worst (TM) and i am now claiming this character as my own and will treat him kindly

i love him so fucking MUCH

I HOPE YOU ENJOY LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK

Saying “I love you”....in a way that I can’t return.

There were parts of your memory that were hazy – days that were missing as you tried to remember why you were in pain, why you were tired, when you had fallen asleep. You remembered the better parts – the parts where you accepted a new job as a personal assistant, where you met your stupidly rich boss, where you found him weird and obnoxious and meeting every cliché that you had ever read about.

You especially remembered the part where you discovered that he was a vampire. That was important.

You shifted, the smooth surface of expensive sheets sliding against your skin. They were soft, and smelled lovely, and you recognized the scent as the one that Henry used for everything that could be washed. It was an older scent, one that wasn’t really made anymore, that he got from a little store on the other side of the city. It was one of the few things that he did personally.

Burying your nose into the pillow, you let out a sigh. At least you knew you were home, and comfortable.

A damp washcloth traced over your temple, down your cheek, and around the back of your neck.

“You’re alright,” whispered a familiar voice, one tinged with accent so faint it could never be placed, “You’re safe.”

You dreamed about that vivid memory of discovery. Henry Sturges had centuries of practice of keeping his identity a secret, something that, if you had been more observant, you would have noticed at lot sooner. But even someone with centuries of experience under his belt was prone to forgetfulness, and that was something that plagued him that day – he had forgotten his own set of keys to the house when he had set off on his usual journey across the city. He’d only realized it when he was too far gone and had called you to get the keys for him.

“If you could,” he had added, “If you aren’t too busy.”

“Of course,” you replied, “I’ll bring them to you.”

You failed to tell him that you, too, were on the opposite side of the city, and that it would take you longer than expected to take the keys to him. That was why you had arrived at the store after closing time, found it unlocked, and discovered Henry hauling a man clean off the ground with one hand, while bearing a mouth full of gleaming shards of bone. He dropped the man when you shouted at him to stop, failed to see you grab a pipe to swing at his skull.

(The memory bubbled up in your dream, descending upon you as though through a fog.)

You held the pipe with both hands, standing between Henry and the stairs leading up into the convenience store. Henry held his head between both hands, groaning, doubling over his knees. The other man, the store own, was still crumbled on the ground, unharmed, but unconscious.

“You hit me!” Henry shouted, “You actually hit me!”

“What do you expect?!” you snapped, “You? What are you?!”

He stumbled as he straightened, examining his fingers, then touched his head again. He stepped towards you.

You lifted the pipe over your shoulder, ready to strike again, yelling out nonsense.

“Don’t hit me again!” he cried.

“Get back!” you shrieked, “Get? Back! And answer my question!”

“Put the pipe down,” he said instead.

“Answer me!”

“Put the pipe down!”

“Answer the fucking question, Henry!” you paused, “If that’s your real name.”

His mouth dropped open with a scoff. You brandished the pipe as he stepped closer, stuttering out a disgusted, “I can’t believe the distrust! The suspicion!” He was on you in the literal blink of an eye, gently prying the pipe from between your clenched fingers like it was nothing. He tossed it away. The comical hurt he had previously worn was gone as he said, “I’m a vampire.” He squeezed your shoulders and set you on the steps. “Stay here a moment? I’ll be right back.”

(He’d left the poor store clerk – Seth, you remembered his name being – with a stack of journals, then swept you away back to his home – your home, the place where he provided you with a room of your own and asked for no rent at all – to sit you down and explain what he could.)

A hand gingerly pressed against your cheek, turning your head enough towards the owner to allow them to drip a warm liquid between your lips. It was bitter, with an aftertaste you couldn’t describe, and you twisted your head away from it.

A warm sigh tumbled across your face. “This is something you’ll have to get used to,” whispered a familiar voice, “And it won’t be easy, I can promise you that. But I’ll be there every step of the way.” A word caught on his voice, scratching in your ear as he cleared his throat. A pair of lips brushed over your temple.

Those words were so familiar. It took you a moment – a moment in which you fell back into a deep slumber – but you recalled where you’d heard them. You had said them, years before, when Seth had approached Henry about a biography. You remembered finding him pacing the first floor of his town house, reading over a letter that you assumed was from the author in question, swearing beneath his breath as he wore a path in the floor.

You told him so as you leaned on the banister, giving him an easy smile. He merely stared at you – you would have called it a glare if you hadn’t known him so well – and waved the paper in your direction.

“He wants to interview me,” he grumbled.

“I think that’s been done before,” you countered.

Henry crumbled the paper and tossed it in your direction. You ducked the projectile with a laugh, almost missing his scathing comment about your mocking. “That was a terrible joke!” he said with a huff, “Awful.”

“You’ll have to get used to it,” you said as you sat on the stairs, “Especially if people take what you say to heart – what the book says to heart.” Henry sat on the stairs, leaning back against the wall to look up at you. You reached out to run your fingers through his clean, un-styled hair. “It won’t be easy; I can promise you that. But I’ll be here for all of it. If you want.”

He leaned into your hand with a miniscule, unnecessary sigh. “I cannot imagine anyone else helping me with this,” he whispered.

You quirked an eyebrow. “Not even the man you trusted your beloved Abe’s journals to?”

(The quip earned you a gentle pinch, and eyeroll, and a smile only you were truly welcome to.)

You had rolled in your sleep, or had been moved, into a position that was startlingly comfortable. You turned your face further into the soft fabric under your cheek.

“Are you awake?” asked Henry, his voice surprisingly close to your ear while whatever you laid on rumbled with his words. Your eyes fluttered. A finger brushed over each of them, brushing the crust from your lashes. You wrinkled your nose. “You are awake,” he whispered, “Take your time. You’ve been through a lot.”

“What happened?” you croaked. You smacked your lips together and groaned; your mouth tasted awful. You rolled away from Henry’s tender hold, burying your face back into the pillow beyond his arm. “How long have I been asleep?”

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he appeared at your side again, the bed bending beneath his weight, and he held a glass to your lips. “Drink,” he murmured. His hand slid behind your head to help you.

The strange taste bloomed across your tongue as you sipped – bitter, and warm, and tangy as it rolled down your throat. You wrapped your fingers over his hand and gulped the concoction down, whatever it was – it soothed an ache you hadn’t noticed. You pressed your knees against his side as you sat up, tilting the glass further towards your face, draining it of everything it had, even going so far as to lick the brim clean before you opened your eyes.

He was watching you. His thumb brushed the space behind your ear while his fingers trailed down your neck. You rolled your lips together as you tried to gather what remained of your drink. You watched him in return: how hadn’t you noticed how beautiful he was before? You could count the freckles across his nose and cheeks in the low light of the bedroom with how vibrant they were against his skin; his swept back hair held various shades of brown, and a scant few strands of silver – from the stress of crossing over from England, you figured, before he was turned, or maybe they’d gone grey during the run from Crowley shortly after; and then there were his eyes, which skipped across your face before holding yours.

The blood that ran through your body – the blood that wasn’t yours anymore – ran cold.

You dropped the glass.

Henry managed to catch it before it hit the wood floor, depositing it on the nightstand at your elbow.

You rubbed your throat as the missing memories returned, first in patches, then like a film playing behind your eyes: someone had broken into the house. You had been downstairs, labeling the few bottles of blood that Henry kept hidden in his fridge, frowning at the unfamiliar sounds of another human in the home. It hadn’t taken you long to react, either – your father had taught you well before he died, had made sure that you would be ready to live on your own when the time came.

You pulled a knife from the butcher’s block and stepped out of the kitchen.

Your view from the hall to the front door was unobscured. Behind you, however, was a puff of hot air as someone growled, “You’re really real, aren’t you?”

A door upstairs slammed open.

You stepped away and twisted around, lifting the knife between you and the intruder, filling the hall as best as you could. You had only seconds before Henry would be down the stairs, before the man, who stared at you with a crazed glint in his eye and held a wooden stake above his head, would be able to figure out who was really the vampire in the house and hurt him instead. Maybe even kill him.

He would kill Henry.

He couldn’t kill Henry.

You wouldn’t let him.

You remembered answering him with a breathless, “Yes,” before the stake splintered your ribcage and plunged down into your heart.

Thumbs rubbed circles over your cheeks. You blinked slowly as the memory fell into place, neatly outlining a time before you were asleep – dead, you supposed – and when you woke up.

Henry whispered your name. You finally met his gaze once again. He let out a deep, unnecessary and dramatic sigh as his forehead fell against yours. “You know that ‘I love you to death’ is only a saying, right?” he asked, “And that was a very dramatic way to say it.”

Your face flushed. “Who said that I loved you?” you squeaked.

“You did, when you went and took a man’s stake to the heart for me!” he shot back.

“Maybe I was just there and he wanted to kill us both,” you argued.

“Hm, and that’s why you said you were the vampire, is it? That you were real?” he asked.

You pressed your lips together.

His fingers trailed down your jaw and under your mouth, gently holding your chin. “There’s not a single way that I can think of that can match that, you know,” he sighed against your lips, “This will have to do.” He said a lot as he kissed you, making sure that you knew how much he loved you, that he’d loved you for an awfully long time, that it probably started when you first walked through his door, and you hoped that the kiss you gave in return said as much as your death did – that you loved him.

That you love him.

That you will always love him.

#vampire #henry sturges #henry sturges x reader #the last american vampire #abraham lincoln vampire hunter #reader insert #vampire boyfriend #toss a queue to your witcher

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 4 years ago

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Imagine being the outgoing social daughter of Bumi and developing a friendship with Huan Beifong. Huan develops feelings for you but doesn’t know how to handle that so uses art to express himself...which Wei and Wing share with you, exposing Huan’s secret.

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You had come along on the avatar’s trip to find airbenders mainly because you and your father were now airbenders too thank to harmonic convergences but also because you longed to see more of the world and this seemed like the perfect excuse. You were obsessed with Zafou for many reasons but the art and culture was the main reason. Growing up in the fire nation, where your mother was from, there was not much of that. All art work was usually portraits or statues of royal family members and there were no dances just for fun or non-formal occasions. But in Zafou everywhere you looked there was individuality or creativity. Through their dancing to their method of bending, everything about Zafou was beautiful to you. When you first saw Huan it was while he was working on a sculpture. He got annoyed when Bolin couldn’t tell what the sculpture was but you hardly even heard their argument. “it’s not a banana. I was inspired by harmonic convergence, it represents the dawning of a new age..obviously” Huan glared before frowning as he noticed you. You’d stepped closer to look at the sculpture and were now right beside him gazing at his work “wow this is amazing” you grinned “you do all of this just using your bending?” you asked positively beaming. Huan looked at you, confused why you were smiling so brightly at him. “Erm yes...” he nodded. “That’s so cool” you told him “that must take a lot of precision and skill!”. “...well yes it does” Huan agreed and you smiled at him. Huan looked away from your intense eyes, blushing slightly and walked away. You stared at his pieces of art in awe not noticing his discomfort at all.

Huan was the first artist you’d ever met and you were very intrigured by him so you found your way back to Huan’s work area later that same day. He didn’t hear you as you walked towards him but when you got close enough to see his face you saw he was wrapped up in thought and paused. You didn’t want to disrupt him, you understood not to stop an artist in their flow (something your dad always told you when he was in the middle of one of his stories) so paused. You’d wait for him to stop and them greet him. You hopped up onto a statue you could use as a bench and waited.

Huan’s POV

When Huan did see you, your red airbender uniform catching his eye, he jumped not knowing how long you’d been there watching him. He stared at you trying to think of a reason why you’d be here when you noticed he’d seen you and waved happily. “Hi Huan” you called and he frowned “erm hi, what are you doing there....”. Your smile didn’t fade at all “I was just watching you work, I hope you don’t mind I’ve just never seen an artist work before! Can i sit in on your session?”. Huan didn’t blush easily but he felt his cheeks heat up and his throat go dry. “Erm sure, just keep quiet okay? I need to concentrate”. You nodded obediently “you won’t even know i’m here” you smiled but Huan doubted that.

Huan could tell you were an airbender because hours later you were still sat as still as a mouse watching him contently and it drove him crazy. Huan couldn’t focus, his mind kept wandering back to you and he could swear he could literally feel your gaze on him. Huan didn’t get why you were here? Everytime he glanced back there you looked happy and interested, you’d smile at him and he’d blush. Embarassed Huan decided he wouldn’t look at you anymore but his mind was still on you. Had Wei and Wing put you up to this? There was no reason you were this interested in art to sit on an uncomfortable metal statue for hours watching him achieve nothing. Frustrated Huan sighed “nothing’s coming to be today I am done for the day”. You hopped off your perch “that’s okay i’m sure you’ll get it tomorrow”. Huan stared at you confused at your niceness and just sighed tired of trying to figure you out. “Can i come back tomorrow?” you asked shyly and Huan couldn’t bring himself to tell you no, you seemed like one of those people too sweet for even Huan to disappoint. “I guess” he shrugged and you grinned “thanks Huan” and bounded away. Huan sighed watching you, he figured you were just intruged by the loner Beifong, you’d soon realise he was nothing special and grow bored of him.

Huan was proved wrong, everyday you’d appear in Huan’s work space and watch him quietly. Even though your visits were now regular it didn’t mean Huan coped better, if anything he got worse. His work progress dwindled but he had to admit there was something comforting about your optimistic presence. Huan found he was thinking about you more in these sessions than his own work and had given up trying to stop thoughts of you popping up in his head and just let them be. Recently Huan was wondering if you were uncomfortable sat on the metal beam you’d chosen as a seat. It wasn’t really a seat and must be cold and hard but you never complained or fidgeted. Huan wondered if he should make it into a bench and got annoyed at himself for focusing on that instead of his art work. He tried turning his attention back to his work but couldn’t get his worry for you out of his head so just sighed turning around "y/n stand up". You bounded up and looked at Huan trustingly. Huan didn’t especially like talking to you, it made him blush and feel stupid because he always stuttered or muddled up his words so he just pulled you away from the statue. He started to bent the metal and could feel you watching right behind him which made sweat roll down his forehead. It took a while and the silence as you waited made Huan uncomfortable but finally he was finished and nodded to you "there now you can sit more comfortably". You looked from Huan to the bench and smiled "a bench...you made a bench for me". Huan blushed "i just thought...". "That’s so kind thank you" you smiled placing a hand on his arm. Huan tensed as you touched him but didn’t pull away. "I’ll let you get back to work" you smiled and walked away to your new bench happily

1 week later

You spent more and more time with Huan, not only in his outside work space but also in his inside studio and had even minorly assisted Huan with one of his projects. Huan had come to class you as a friend, well maybe not a friend but he liked your presence and although he didn’t speak to you lots he’d come to speak with you more than he did his family. You were just an easy person to talk to and Huan was growing in his confidence with you when it was all yanked away when the avatar left Zafou and you had to go too. When Huan heard the news you’d be leaving he told himself this was good, now he’d be able to get back to his projects, which he’d fallen far behind on and finally focus. But when you left Huan felt weird. Being in his studio now felt lonely without you, the empty bench in the yard felt so daunting and large without you on it and he couldn’t help but picture you sat there and wish you were there. All this annoyed Huan and he decided he needed to get it out, to get the image of you out of his head and onto something solid. Maybe then he’d stop thinking about you so much. So he locked himself away for three weeks and worked on a painting of you just as he remembered in what was becoming his most fond memory, you sat in the garden of his work space watching him. Huan worked tirelessly night and day to make it fitting and corrected any small imperfection mercilessly. When Huan finally finished at 5am on the third week of his project he was utterly exhuasted and promptly collapsed into sleep right there on the floor. The painting he’d created of you finished proudly in the centre of his studio.

Huan woke up to voices and knew there were intruders in his studio. He peered through the darkness and saw it was his twin brothers as expected. “Ow” Huan cried when one of them stood on his hand. “Ow there you are” Wei said “why’s it so dark in here...”. Wing reached the curtain and tugged it open giving Huan the urge to hiss at how bright it was. “He lives” Wei cried. “Yeah but he looks pretty rough” Wing smirked before his eyes drifted across the room and Huan realised he hadn’t covered your painting. “Ow what’s this...” Wing called crossing the room and Huan tried to grab him but failed. Wing dodged his brother and stood infront of the painting “Wei come here” he said after a few seconds of staring. “No stop it” Huan cried getting onto his feet but his brothers had already seen it. Wei whistled at the size of the painting but them paused “wait is that...y/n?”. “Oh my god it is” Wing cried as Huan tried to cover it up finally reaching them. “You painted her! did she ask you to do this?”. “No she doesn’t know” Huan muttered getting the cover over but Wing just tugged it away. “Is it a gift for her?”. “No it was just...something I did” Huan sighed and Wei and Wing smirked locking eyes. “No...no” Huan started but his brothers ignored him. “Awww you’ve got it bad brother” Wing smirked grabbing Huan. “I don’t have anything” Huan snapped trying to get out of his stronger brother’s grip but Wei grabbed his other arm trapping him. “Yes you do, look at how you drew her, you drew her like an angel, the light on her face like that...”. “No I didn’t...that’s just how she looks”. “You realise you just implied she’s an angel right?” Wei asked “and yet you claim you don’t totally fancy her”. “I do not! Y/n’s just a friend...maybe not even that” he snapped yanking his arm out of their grip “now get out of my studio!”. “Ow my god there’s more” Wei cried seeing the canvases behind the painting and Wing laughed “i don’t think he just likes y/n...”. “They were my first drafts!” Huan cried “that’s all! I was going to do one more focused on her face but that’s hard when she’s not here so i did a more landscape version”. “Yeah sure” Wing smirked “how about we show y/n these and see what she thinks?”. “No, no way!” Huan cried putting himself between his brothers and the paintings. Huan didn’t totally know how he felt about you, although he had his suspicions, but he knew his brothers telling you terrified him. The twins went to argue and Huan’s anger peaked “You will never tell a soul about the painting or else! Now get out!” he yelled. “Fine geesh” Wei smirked “we know when we’re not wanted, come on Wing”.

Wei and Wing’s POV

Wei pulled Wing out of the room and Wing turned to him “we’re not seriously keeping this quiet right?”. “No we’re going to get the painting to y/n, our brother needs some help admitting he likes her and what better thing to prompt him to confess that y/n herself?”.

Your POV

“Y/n!” you heard someone call you and came out of your room to find your father and uncle Tenzin dragging a large package into the house. Given the size of the package a crowd had gathered and you joined them. “Woah what is this?” you asked and your father huffed “well don’t you know it’s addressed to you”. “Me?” you cried “but i didn’t order anything”. “It says your name very clearly” Tenzin said reading the label “maybe it’s a gift?”. “A gift that size” Asami whistled and Bolin nodded “open it y/n! open it! open it!”. Your cousins joined in the chant and you nodded “okay, okay” and stepped forwards. “Erm Korra a little help?” you asked and she nooded. She slit the box with metal bending and the box opened with small foam balls falling everywhere. “This is the best gift ever” Meelo cried and Tenzin frowned “Meelo that’s not the gift....Meelo don’t eat that!”. You laughed as Tenzin yanked the plastic from Meelo’s mouth when Korra gasped “y/n it’s....it’s”. Your aunt Kya got to the box next and she had a similar reaction “it’s beautiful” she gasped “y/n who did this?”. “Did what?” you asked and Korra turned to your father “Bumi hold the box while I pull it out. It took Tenzin, Bumi, Kya and Korra to get it out but when they did you all went silent. It was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. The painting showed a young woman sat on a metal bench surrounded by flowers and trees. The sun was setting making the colour of all the plants stand out against her red clothes. The girl seemed to be mid laugh and looked beautiful. “Wow” you gasped as Asami smiled “you look beautiiful”. “What do you mean?” you asked and she frowned “y/n thats you!”. “No it’s not me...” you frowned before realising the red clothes were your air bending uniform. “Who sent this?” Bolin asked as you stepped closer to the painting. The scenery looked familair...and the metal bench... “Huan” Korra said suddenly “that’s his name there in the corner signed isn’t it?”. Tenzin nodded “yes, he is more talented than I thought”. “Huan did this?” you asked before smiling “he knew I liked art so he made me a painting”. “It’s beautiful” Jinora smiled “it’s probably one of the only pieces of art featuring an airbender in centuries and I’ve never seen one this beautiful before”. “You’re probably right Jinora” Tenzin nodded “airbender rarely comissioned paintings or had much use for fine arts so this is quite special, did you know about this y/n?”. “No” you smiled “he must’ve been working on it for ages without telling me, I have to go thank him, uncle Tenzin can i borrow Oogie?”. Tenzin looked to Bumi who just stared at him and so nodded “yes...”. You thanked him rushing out of the door in the blink of an eye.

Bumi’s POV

“Now that is a nice piece of art” Bumi smiled exmaining the painting as Tenzin appeared beside him. “Yes...Huan must really like y/n”. “Well who doesn’t like my daughter? She’s amazing” Bumi said smiling proudly. Tenzin coughed not sure why his brother was so relaxed about this. “yes, but aren’t you concerned?” Tenzin asked but Bumi just shrugged. “Why would I be concerned?”. “Well Huan has taken it upon himself to do this beautiful painting of your daughter and she see’s it and runs off to travel three hours in this weather to tell him how much she likes it”. Bumi nodded still not getting what Tenzin meant and Tenzin sighed “aren’t you worried that this large gesture is a show of Huan’s intentions for y/n?”. When Bumi continued to frown Tenzin rolled his eyes “that he’s possibly in love with her”. Bumi physically jumped “no he can’t be, this doesnt mean that, my y/n’s still a kid, she’s still my baby girl”. “I mean her and Huan did become pretty close” Bolin nodded and Bumi glared “you take that back”, “And look how he drew her” Mako nodded “she’s the most beautiful girl i’ve seen in any painting”. Bumi glared “are you interested in my daughter too huh police boy?”. “No, i just meant look at how he sees her, I think Tenzin’s right”. “Ow no, i’ve let my daughter run off to her boyfriend unsupervised” Bumi cried “I need to stop her before I loose her forever” and he ran out the door.

Your POV

You arrived at Zafou cold and tired but still so excited to see Huan. You hoped he wouldn’t mind you showing up so abruptly and made your way to his inside studio figuring he’d be in there given the weather. It started snowing an hour into your journey and hadn’t stopped since. When you got to Huan’s studio however the lights were off and the door locked so you sighed not sure where to try next, you had no idea where his bedroom was. You were wandering around trying to find the main house when two figures appeared. “Y/n?” Wei and Wing called and you grinned relieved to see them. “Hey guys it’s so good to see you! I’m lost can you help me find Huan?”. “Why?” Wing smirked “did something come in the mail?”. You grinned “you guys knew?”. Wei nodded “Huan showed it us, it was beautiful wasn’t it?”. You nodded “It was amazing, that’s why I came, to thank him for it, nobodies ever given me such a beautiful present before”. Wing smiled “yeah well it would be Huan”. You frowned as Wing an Wei exchanged looks “why because he’s an artist?”. “No, we meant if anyone would give you a gift like that of course it’d be Huan”. Your frown deepened “it would...why?”. Wei sighed “now look y/n we don’t usually get involved in stuff like this but seeing as our older brother is useless at stuff like this we’ll tell you okay?”. You nodded not sure what you were expecting them to say but it wasn’t what came next. “Huan likes you...a lot....like a lot of a lot”. You paused “he does? but...no, we’re just friends”. Wing smirked “maybe to you but to Huan? He liked you y/n, he sulked for ages after you left”. “No...I mean i wasn’t even sure Huan actually liked me until I saw the painting, we’re just friends I’m sure”. “Y/n didn’t you notice how he painted you, how much attention to detail he paid to you, you don’t do that for any friend”. “well maybe not...”. “And we’ve seen him with you” Wei told you “y/n he’s never show an interest in any girls...and he’s had interest from pleanty of pretty ones before but he never even paid attention to them, let alone made them a 4 foot masterpiece”. You blushed “you really think your brother likes me?”. Wing smirked “we know so because he does that same blush when we mention your name to him”. You blushed even more and Wei smirked “the light in Huan’s room has just switched on, my guess is he’s in there”. You looked at the illuminated window and suddenly felt nervous to see him. “You think I should...talk to him about this?”. “Yes” Wing and Wei answered automatically and you paused “i don’t know maybe he doesn’t actually...” making Wei sigh and look to Wing. “Huan!!!” they both yelled. You jumped and hit them both lightly “why did you do that! Now he’s gonna...”., “Y/n?” a familiar voice called and you spun to see Huan’s head poking out of his window. “Hi” you smiled “I just came to thank you for the painting and i bumped into Wing and Wei”. “painting...Wing and Wei?” Huan asked and it all clicked and he glared at his brothers. “You little...” he started when Wing and Wei smriked “aren’t you going to invite y/n in Huan? She flew all this way just to see you”. You and Huan both blushed but Huan looked at you “you did? that’s like four hours and it’s almost winter”. You shrugged “it was only three and i wanted to see you in person”. Those words made Huan feel dizzy and he smiled without realising it “well come inside you must be freezing”. You hurried inside and Huan glared at Wing and Wei “I will pay you back for this” but they just winked and walked away. You reached Huan’s room and huddled in front of the fire. Huan resisted the urge to wrap a blanket around you and tried not to stare at you. You’d never been in Huan’s room before and broke the silence after looking around “your room’s lovely” you smiled and Huan felt pleased. “You think so?”. You nodded admiring the many books and instruments dotted around “but I knew it would be”. “How?”. “Well i mean you’re an artist and well dressed, you have an eye for colours and stuff so i guess i assumed you’d be good at decorating too”. Huan blushed but smirked “you know that’s not how art works right?”. “I know” you nodded blushing and Huan was confused why, you’d never acted nervous around him before but now you did....was it the painting? Had he creeped you out? “What did you think of the painting?” Huan asked bravely and your face soon broke into a smile again “I love it!”. “Yeah?” Huan asked acting like those words didn’t make his stomach do backflips “you do?”. You nodded “it was so beautiful, all the delicate brush strokes and merge of colours, I was so pleased you based it on me”. “It wasn’t based on you it was you” Huan said confused and you blushed again “I mean but it can’t be...I don’t look like that, the girl you based on me was...well more beautiful than any human i’ve ever seen”. Huan frowned, it had taken Wei and Wing a second to realise it was you too. “I apologise” Huan frowned “I must not be as good a painter as I thought”. “Are you kidding you’re amazing” you cried and Huan shook your compliment away. “You’re not the first person to struggle placing the girl as you, I do not understand though, to me that is how you look”. Huan seemed to realise what he’d said after he said it and saw your reaction in slow motion. You gasped slightly, your lips parted as you stared at him and what he’d just said. You met his eyes and then both looked away rapidly. Huan was blushing and kicked himself for saying that. “Do you really see me like that?” you asked and Huan nodded “yes”. “so it’s true” you said softly “what Wei and Wing said”. Huan frowned “wait what?”. You jumped and Huan regretted talking so loudly, “i’m sorry” he said lowering his voice “what did Wei and Wing say to you?”. You blushed and Huan swallowed this could not be good. "They said you...were fond of me". Huan’s tanned skin turned red and you paused unsure if that was a good or bad reaction but carried on now you’d started "that you liked me". Huan didn’t reply so you sighed "do you Huan?". Huan fiddled with his metal bracelet before nodding "yes". He looked at you waiting for your response and saw you frown. His heart sank, when he realised you weren’t looking at him but to the door where you could hear raised voices. "Dad?" you asked when the door was thrown open and Bumi appeared. "Ow y/n!" he smiled seeing you before he spotted Huan "you!" he all but gasped. "Get away from my daughter you tatooed dyed haired ruffian” Bumi yelled and you stared eyes wide “dad!”. Huan didn’t seem concerned though he just watched your father calmly. “Sir I am not inappropriately near your daughter and I don’t have a tattoo” when Bumi cut him off punching him in the stomach. “Put them up” he cried “we will fight for my daughter’s honour!”. “Dad!” you cried pushing him away from Huan with airbending. You rushed to Huan who was doubled over “Huan are you okay?” you asked putting an arm around him and he nodded “he just winded me that’s all”. You spun on your father a face like thunder “outside now!”. Huan watched amazed as your father hung his head in shame and obeyed.

After strong words with your father you sent him away to wait by Oogie for you and returned to Huan. You knocked nervously and opened it when you heard Huan call back. He was sat down and you scanned him for any signs he was hurt. “I’m sorry about that” you frowned “are you okay? He didn’t hit you too hard did he?”. Huan blushed embarassed and shook his head “i’m fine”. Your father just beat him up, there was no way even if you did like him before that you liked him now. "My father always has amazing timing" you frowned "Huan i’m sorry...i never got to reply to you". "It’s okay" Huan shrugged but you shook your head "no it’s not but hopefully i can take you out on a date to make up for it?". Huan paused and looked up at you "what?". "Well if you wanted to..." you blushed "i like you too". Huan stood up and honestly you expected a smile, maybe a laugh, perhaps ever a hug or kiss but you didn’t expect Huan to disagree with you. "No you don’t" he said simply. You paused "i’m sorry what?". "Girls like you don’t talk to people like me and if they do they certainly don’t want to date us". You frowned "what do you mean girls like me?". "All pretty and confident and nice..." he sighed "why would you like me i’m nothing like you?". "Maybe that’s why?" You shrugged “opposites attract and all that?”. Huan shook his head "no you date boys like Wing and Wei not me". "Says who?" You asked "i don’t want to go on a date with your brothers...no offence they’re lovely but well you're different..:.”. “Because I’m an artist?” Huan asked “is that it? You’ve never met one before you’re probably just impressed with that!”. "Why are you trying to convince me i don’t like you?" you asked and Huan rolled his eyes "because its better that way, it’s easier you realise it now rather than later down the road..it would certainly be a lot kinder on me". “But I...what do you think I’m going to do? Get bored or something? Change my mind?”. Huan went quiet and you knew that was it, Huan didn’t think you really liked him, he thought this was a phase. "Why don’t you believe me?” you asked confused and Huan sighed angrily “because why would I? Why would I believe someone like you would like me?”. “Because you’re an amazing guy with tons of good qualities” you shot back and Huan laughed “sureee I can’t think of a single thing you like about me other than me being an artist”. “I could name tons of things!” you cried and Huan raised his eyebrow “ow yeah?”. “Yeah” you cried and took a deep breath. Angrily, you faced Huan fully and listed whatever came to mind. “I like how your hair looks and the dyed green bit especially. I like how sure of yourself and your art you are. I liked how your face clouds when you’re working and how you scrunch up your nose when you’re concentrating especially hard! I like how you speak your mind and don’t try and be polite! I like how you can also be really sweet and thoughtful. I like how you’re like nobody i’ve ever met before and not because you’re an artist or a Beifong but because there’s nobody else like you Huan...”. You would’ve carried on but Huan was embarassed and overcome with emotion so just did what he body told him to do. Huan cupped your face and cut you off as he kissed you. You gasped in shock at the sensation and the realisation that Huan was kissing you sunk in but rushed to kiss him back none the less. Huan seemed to lose confidence really quickly and his eyes snapped open and he let go of you just as you were getting into it. “sorry I...” he started but you cut him off “no don’t apologise” you smiled grabbing his hand “I liked that...I like you Huan”. Huan blushed and he couldn’t help smile. You grinned to see Huan finally believed you and how he was holding onto your hand a blush on his cheeks. “So that date?” you asked and Huan nodded “i’d like that a lot”. “You would?” you asked and Huan nodded “I know a great place we can go if you want to see more of Zafou, we could go this weekend if you wanted”. “That sounds amazing” you grinned and Huan blushed “great”. You smiled and just stared at each other before both going red. I should probably go" you blushed "but i’ll be back in 3 days for our date?". Huan still couldn’t believe that sentance but nodded "yes, 3 days". You blushed staring at him and Huan froze, did you expect him to kiss you again or something? He barely had enough confidence the first time he didn’t think he could do it a second time. But was he supposed to initiate something now you were leaving? As you started leaning towards him Huan panicked even more unsure what to do when you kissed him but you just hugged him. "Thank you again for the painting it’s the nicest present anyones ever given me" you told him. Huan blushed and hugged you tighter "it’s no problem". You smiled pulling away and looked at him “I have to go...my dad”. Huan nodded leading you to the door “of course, thanks for coming all this way”. “I’m glad I did” you smirked and Huan nodded “I am too”. You eyes lit up and you grinned “bye Huan” you smiled softly ghosting his hand with your own before walking away. Huan stared after you until you’d gone and then collapsed against his door frame. He couldn’t remember being this excited about a social event in years and still couldn’t belive this had just happened. He actually wouldn’t mind thanking Wei and Wing for this, they deserved it.

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So this is supppppper long and maybe odd considering how little screen time Huan got in Lok but idk what happened!! I got major Huan feels suddenly and started writing and this appeared and now i’m low key in love with Huan. Ow well, thats another Beifong to add to the list

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onmykneesforhotdilfs · 4 years ago

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3,6,15,19 Please and thank you.😘

3."You're an idiot." "But you love me."

6."Could you say that again?" "Were you not listening?" "No I was, I just like hearing your voice."

15."I love seeing you smile."

19."Isn't the view beautiful?"

Okay so it's been a while *laughs awkwardly*. Yeah i know there's not a lot of excuses i can use but in my defense, final year of high school is stressful okay. Still, sorry for the long wait.

Bloom walked along the moon lit beach in Gardenia, the loud chatter from Frutti Music still ringing in her ears, as she moved to get away from all the noise. She stumbled slightly over a lonely rock that was buried in the sand and chucked it into the ocean. She watched, in a trance like state, as rock broke the tension of the water and waves began to move away from an epicenter, much like the simulation of seismic waves from an epicenter during an earthquake. She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself as cold wind swept over her small form. She resisted the urge to shiver.

Suddenly, something landed on her shoulders and spicy smell that she always associated with one particular person attacked her senses and she subconsciously gripped the item, that she identified as a male jacket, closer to her body.

"Isn't the view beautiful?" A rich baritone rung out behind her, ever so slightly sarcastic, and Bloom once again had to resist the urge to shiver, only not from cold this time. She furrowed her brows as she looked at the horizon where seemingly black ocean blended perfectly with the same black sky. The only way to tell the two apart were the stars that adorned the sky.

"Or at least it would be, if not for light pollution we would be able to see the Milky Way." The voice continued and Bloom turned to face the intruder that took the liberty to follow her.

"Not that I don't appreciate your company, Valtor... but what are you doing here?" The longhaired man chose to ignore her question, which still never failed to anger Bloom despite the months they've spent together. He moved closer instead.

"Did you know that Earth's position is not only perfect regarding it's place in the solar system but also regarding it's place in the whole galaxy?" He asked as he came to stand right next to her while never taking his eyes off the night sky.

Bloom frowned. If he wanted to play that way, so be it. "Yes I did. Did you know that due to a fact that the diameter of Sun is 400 times greater than that of a Moon but due to a fact that it is also 400 times farther from Earth, the Moon and Sun appear the same size and therefore Solar eclipse is only possible here?"

Valtor raised an eyebrow. "Well someone has been taking an astronomy class." He looked at Bloom as she proudly lifted her chin and corner of her lips raised into a smirk. "What else can you tell me?"

Bloom's eyes snapped to meet his ice colored irises. "And why should I tell you anything? I obviously came here to be alone, not to give out space facts, in case you didn't get the memo."

"And she bites." He chuckled as Bloom leveled him with her meanest glare. It only succeeded in raising his mood and Bloom turned red from anger, the shade of her cheeks almost matching the shade of her hair, and Valtor swore that in a minute smoke would be coming out of her ears. "Humor me princess. What else do you know?"

"How about you tell me what you know?" She somehow managed to compose herself and she threw a smirk his way.

"Oh you should know by now that I don't like revealing my cards sweetheart." The nickname made her eye twitch. "Or are you just a bark with no bite?"

Bloom bit her lip and inhaled air through the gritted teeth as she clenched her fingers into a fist in order to avoid hauling a fireball at the cheeky bastard that seemed to enjoy her discomfort way too much. She raised her gaze to the sky to search a well known constellation. "Orion constellation has a specific shape in the night sky. Seven stars that make up the constellation may seem equally distanced from Earth but in fact they spam in range anywhere from 500 to 1600 light years apart. The second closest star to us, excluding the Sun, is Betelgeuse. It's a star that rests in the upper left quadrant. The star is extremely interesting because it is believed that it is at the very end of it's life and is also massive enough to become a supernova." She ranted as she started feeling tears gathering in her eyes.

Bloom didn't even notice as Valtor walked behind her and moved the hair from her shoulders. She continued spewing out facts that, quite frankly, impressed Valtor because he never expected her to have this passion. He himself was a bookworm when it came to a lot of things but astronomy was something he took great interest in. Bloom continued to ramble and Valtor could hear her voice breaking slightly, the events from earlier finally sinking in. He leaned in and ghosted his lips over her neck and Bloom gasped as she went completely still, her rant about stars completely forgotten.

"Could you say that again?" He whispered against her shoulder, his lips brushing her skin with every word.

This time there was no effort to hide the tremor going through her body. Her voice quivered. "Were you not listening?"

"No I was," He traced feather light kisses over her shoulders and collar bones before placing a proper, lingering kiss on the thin column of her neck. "I just like hearing your voice." Bloom turned to face him, tears brimming in her eyes and Valtor's gaze softened a touch. He will scold himself later for letting her have that power over him, but he forced himself to be here for her at this moment. He sighed. "You did everything you could today Bloom. You saved the city, you made Morgana rethink her decision, you beat Nebula."

"But I almost didn't." She whispered as first tear slid down her cheek. "I almost failed."

"But you didn't, Bloom."

"But what if I did, huh? What if I failed?" She shook her head as tears continued rolling down and hitting the soft sand beneath her feet.

"Alright, I've had enough." Anger colored his voice. "I'm not going to stand here and watch you have a pity party, you can do that by yourself."

"Then go!" She snapped at him. "Leave! Don't look at me then!" Her eyes narrowed at him.

Valtor sighed again, he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight, and stepped closer to her so he would be able to frame her face with his hands. "Who else am I supposed to look at then?" Bloom lowered her gaze and her head dropped slightly into his hands but Valtor could see her lower lip wobbling. He rolled his eyes. He stepped closer to her again as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I like looking only at you."

He leaned back as Bloom stood up straight to look him in the eyes. Her eyebrows arched mockingly when she saw him smirking. "You're an idiot." She shoved him lightly.

Valtor had an audacity to grin, teeth and all. "But you love me." His grin got even bigger when Bloom blushed but didn't deny the fact. She glanced at him at the corner of her eye and Valtor could see a small but honest smile on her red lips. "I love seeing you smile." It slipped from his mouth faster than he could squash the thought and he bit the inside of his cheek as her smile got a bit bigger. It was almost like his brain to mouth filter took a vacation every time he was around Bloom.

He was too busy organizing his thoughts and waking up Broca's area in his frontal lobe to notice how Bloom shuffled closer to him. He did notice, however, when she stood up on the tips of her toes and dragged him down slightly to place a lingering kiss on his cheek. "Thanks." She whispered against his skin as she pulled back.

Valtor stood there, slightly shocked, his pupils dialed to the point where the gray was nothing but a thin ring around it. He closed his eyes as he fought every instinct in himself to claim her lips and instead looked up at the sky as he cleared his throat. "So, Betelgeuse..."

#sparxshipping #valtor x bloom #bloom x valtor #bloom x baltor #baltor x bloom #bloom #valtor #winx #winx club #sparxshipping prompts #sparxshipping requests #sparxshipping questions #sparxshipping fluff

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moved-to-void-kissed · 4 years ago

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Too Late to be Saved

Document link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GF_jZevunsCA5QKPWXfaVO_OO61ZaAtxkzPdoJNJHUM/edit?usp=sharing

When Aqua and Aria reach the Dark Margin at the edge of the realm of darkness, they meet Ansem the Wise, who is quickly sought by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. Aria angrily confronts the fellow Heartless, but finds herself unable to get back to the End of Sea before Riku and King Mickey arrive. (2351 words) Replaces the KH3 cutscene “An Unexpected Encounter” and changes some story events so that “Too Late” and “Braving the Darkness” no longer occur.

My first new piece of selfship writing on this blog, and oh boy is it a big one! I had a lot of fun writing this, so hopefully it makes for a good read, haha ^-^

A transcript of the document is under the readmore! Reblogs of this post would be greatly appreciated, since I was really happy with how this turned out, but they’re not required by any means~

“What is this place..?”

The blue-haired woman slowly walked forwards, marvelling at the sight before her. The endless dark caverns that she had wandered for so long had opened out to a clouded grey beach, lit by what appeared to be a glowing white moon above the horizon. The hard stone underfoot was giving way to soft sand of the same ash-like colour, as waves of murky water gently grazed the shore. It was an eerily tranquil place by the standards of all she had witnessed before, something her companion was quick to notice.

“There are no Heartless here.” she said. “I almost feel as though I shouldn’t be here, either. Aqua.. I think this might be the edge of the realm.”

“So, we’ve made it to the end?” replied Aqua, now making her way towards the shoreline.

“Yes, it would appear so. Whatever lies beyond this shore.. It seems less like part of the darkness, and more like something between dark and light. Something that doesn’t belong to either force..”

As her partner spoke, Aqua became aware that her voice was growing fainter. When she turned around, she saw that she had made far less progress towards the water, standing awkwardly some distance away with her wings curled around her body. She looked nervous, and unsure what to expect, yet the catlike ears poking straight up through her messy blonde hair showed that she was still as alert as ever, constantly listening for danger even in the silence of the new place they had stumbled across.

“Aria, it’s okay! We can keep going, if you’d prefer that. You look tense, and I don’t want you to be unsettled.” A worried expression flitted across Aqua’s face as she reached out to hold Aria’s hand - the sudden movement made her flinch in surprise, but she quickly and visibly relaxed as Aqua drew closer. When the two were standing together again, Aqua gently closed both of her hands over Aria’s, unfazed by the patches of open darkness that ran along them, and smiled as she looked down at her partner.

“Thank you..” she mumbled quietly. “I’m alright, I just- don’t know what to expect here.”

It was then that, behind the Keyblade Master, Aria spotted a hooded figure sitting some distance away, hidden by a black coat but appearing to gaze out over the barely-moving water. Though she still let Aqua hold her right hand, she slowly shifted to free her left and moved to stand at Aqua’s side in one fluid movement. Then she extended her left arm and a mass of dark energy enveloped the space beside her, dissipating quickly to reveal a jagged dark red Keyblade.

“Identify yourself!”

Her shout echoed across the shore, leading the figure to turn its head and slowly stand up. As it started to walk across the sand, it removed its hood to reveal an older-looking man with piercing orange eyes and wispy light blond hair. He looked tired, and his face bore the wrinkled lines of worry as he observed the two Keyblade wielders.

“Please, stay your weapon. I mean you no harm.”

Aria wasn’t overly convinced, but she could see that the man did not have the strength to be a threat, so she lowered her Keyblade. Aqua was curious to find out more, taking a step forward.

“Who are you? How did you end up in this place?”

The man sighed wistfully, folding his hands behind his back. “My name was.. stolen by another, and I can feel this place taking its toll on my memory. I’m sorry. I know that I have only been here for a fairly short time, and that I was sent here by the destruction of the machine I created to encode Kingdom Hearts in data.”

“Before that..” He turned to look out over the water again, unwilling to meet Aqua’s gaze. “I caused a great deal of misery to many individuals, through both my recent actions and my previous research. It is clear to me now that I was deeply in the wrong about some of my original beliefs.. Now, I can only hope for a chance to atone for my deeds.”

“It’s alright.” Aria’s Keyblade had disappeared from her hand. “I can see now that your heart holds a true desire for.. repentance, or something of that nature. I’m not sure what the right word is, but.. The point is that you won’t be harmed, by either of us.”

“Yes, of course!” Aqua added. “I think you’ll be safe here, at least, since the Heartless don’t seem to come here. And, I can’t claim to know what you’ve done, but.. What’s important is that you recognise your mistakes, and that you want to make up for them.”

The man seemed relieved, and turned back to face the pair with a shadow of a smile on his face. “Thank you, both of you. I admit that I was not expecting to meet anyone else in this infernal prison. If I may ask, what are your names?”

“Oh, there’s no time for that now.”

A dark portal had opened up, and from it stepped an imposing and well-built man in a similar black coat. He had slicked-back long silver hair and similarly piercing eyes to the old man, though his were a cold golden colour. Aria’s eyes narrowed at his approach, as it was clear that he was a powerful user of darkness, though the true nuance was only visible to her.

“What- What’s going on?” Aqua asked, turning to face the man with suspicion. He ignored her for the moment, focusing only on the older man, who in turn was glaring fiercely at the intruder as he approached.

“You..”

“Master.. I must have a word with you.”

“Master?” he echoed. “So now you mock me..” The disapproval dripped from his voice like bitter venom. The interloper opened his mouth to respond, but-

“Leave.”

Aria had broken away from Aqua’s grasp and now stood defiantly before the intruder, Keyblade still in hand.

“Excuse me?” The man raised an eyebrow and sneered down at her, surprised by her actions.

“I know what you are, Ansem.” she snarled back. “I have known your power since before you even existed. A villainous Heartless with a natural human form - the one that took the title of “seeker of darkness” and is shadowed by a twisted dark figure. You think you’re so strong, but you are not the one who holds power here.”

This last statement had clearly struck a nerve, and Ansem’s expression of contempt soured into anger. “You’re certainly an astute one.. But what makes you think you could possibly face me?”

“Have your eyes gone blind as well as gold? If I can tell what you are, you can tell what I am. I have seen more than you will ever achieve, especially now that you’re afflicted with some other presence. That-” - she pointed up at his eyes - “-is Xehanort’s power, isn’t it? If you’re with him, that makes you our enemy.”

At this point, Aqua’s worried expression had returned. “Aria, be careful..”

“Aqua, get that man somewhere out of the way. I’m going to stop this before it becomes a problem.”

“You are a fool to challenge me, girl!”

An eruption of darkness burst forth from the Heartless, and the powerful frame of the Dark Figure rose up from his shadow. Aria quickly leapt up into the air, spreading her wings to soar over Ansem’s head as he lashed out. To deflect the residual impact of his outburst, Aqua summoned a Barrier spell, then started to help the old man escape once he had turned around.

The force of that initial burst - not even a targeted attack, merely an effect driven by the might of his anger - instantly made Aria aware of the strength Ansem possessed, and she knew she would have to be careful. Her advantage was agility, as the darkness she could draw from her surroundings to aid her flight was limitless. She darted out of his reach and flew up and away from the Dark Figure’s grasp, firing shockwaves of unearthly blue energy at both it and Ansem. The monster seemed unfazed, but Ansem himself was slowed down in his pursuit of her, only to then retaliate with a barrage of violet orbs, which Aria was able to flit between. At every twist and turn, she flew further away from him, enraging him even more as he was forced to give chase.

“What is this insolence?!” Ansem yelled. “You should be obeying me!”

“Does it look like that matters?” she replied, deftly evading another blast of dark energy. “I already told you - you’re not the one who holds power here. Even if you did, Ves’ presence is enough to protect me. I don’t care what you think you deserve!”

Another flash of darkness, this time from Aria herself - she had switched her Keyblade from its dark mode to its diamond mode, now shimmering with cold blue light, and enveloped herself in a shadowy aura to strengthen herself. Still soaring on her wings, their black feathers gleaming with energy drawn from the realm, she sent a rain of insightful flames down from above, then her Keyblade became electrified and she hurled it spinning towards him.

“Maybe you meant something, once. But now you’ve let yourself be taken over by someone who’s not even strong enough to control you completely. Take it from someone who knows - all that does is weaken you!”

“Enough of this!”

Suddenly, the Dark Figure wrested itself from Ansem’s shadow and lunged forwards into the air, followed swiftly by Ansem himself, roaring and surrounding himself with a wall of intense darkness. As Aria dropped through the air to avoid his charge, a blast of ice struck him from behind. It was Aqua, channeling magic even without her Keyblade to act as a conduit. The impact threw Ansem off-course, but the Dark Figure swept around and managed to grab hold of Aria.

“Agh!”

“Let go of her!” Aqua cried, trying to fire more magic without hitting Aria. Ansem’s attention remained focused on the Keyblade Master, while the Dark Figure tightened its powerful grip as if to crush Aria entirely. She desperately writhed and struggled, holding onto the figure with her right hand and trying to slash at it with the Keyblade in her left. After a few moments, it became shrouded in a dark mist, as if dissipating, and she was able to slip from its hold when another direct hit from Aqua made Ansem stumble.

Anger still pulsed through him like a poison as he shouted at the both of them. “I will not lose to an obstinate recusant and a lost guardian with no Keyblade to protect herself!”

Clearing the space around him by emitting a shockwave of energy, Ansem started to summon a massive crest of darkness above him, reaching all the way up to the ceiling. The Dark Figure was still clawing at Aria, as if enraged at how she had stolen some of its power to escape it, but she felt confident she would be able to evade the incoming blow. She could tell that he was not at his full strength anymore, and the intricate crest was already starting to lose its shape, contorting into a misshapen orb of raw darkness.

Then she saw where Ansem was aiming.

“Don’t you dare!-”

In the instant before the orb struck her, all Aqua saw was a flurry of feathers, and then came the dark impetus. Something fell from her sash as she was knocked to the ground, and she was only aware of something- someone- Aria being launched through the air above her, sent flying further back into the dark.

Just then, a shower of stars came soaring in from the direction of the otherworldly beach. Their light seemed to pierce through the darkness like a blade through fog, and Aqua couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope as she saw them strike the Heartless.

“Oh no you don’t!”

A familiar and determined cry from none other than King Mickey himself - the little mouse had leapt to the fray and brandished his Star Cluster Keyblade to help Aqua out. From behind him, another Keyblade wielder in plaid clothing was running towards them, carrying a sword of grey metal with ease.

Aqua recognised him immediately, even though he had grown considerably. “Riku! Mickey! Is it really you?”

“Gah..” Ansem staggered back to his feet, clearly injured from Mickey’s attack, and glared at them all in turn. “You have not won this.. You will not prevail!”

Another dark corridor opened up, then it was gone, and he was gone.

“I don’t feel good about letting him get away like that..” said Mickey. “Should we try and go after him?”

“There’s no time!” Riku exclaimed, his green eyes clouded with concern. “We need to get you out of here, Aqua, and bring Ansem the Wise with us, too. I don’t know how long the corridor I made will stay open for.”

“Wait, but-”

Mickey nodded at Riku’s words with a determined expression. “You’re right. I’m not leaving without you again, Aqua!”

All the while, Aria was desperately flying.

The light of all their hearts, and of the corridor, was blinding, especially for one so accustomed to the dark - but she kept racing forwards, using them as a guiding beacon. Sharp spikes of rock loomed down from the ceiling, as if the jaws of a monster were trying to consume her, to keep her trapped in the realm that had already held her for so long. No. She wouldn’t lose her. This would be her only chance to escape.

The lights flickered, once, twice, three times - and then it was all extinguished. Fatigue from her injuries mixed with overwhelming emotions brought Aria to the ground with a sob. She crashed to the floor just metres away from where her love had been so cruelly rescued, clinging onto what Aqua had so sadly left behind.

All she had left was a blue glass Wayfinder.

#third time's the charm..#a call from the void #creations from the void #selfship #selfshipping #love: wayfinding waters (aqua)#selfship: survivors of the dark (aqua/aria)#self‑inserts #self‑insert: darkness' champion (aria)#kingdom hearts selfshipping #this post is okay to reblog!#I hope that's everyone who wanted to be tagged! if i've missed someone off or tagged someone who didn't want to be then please let me know

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sunsinrinn · 4 years ago

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Left Side

Pairing: Keigo x reader

Summary: story follows the song Left Side by Eloise

Warnings: death, angst, and blood mentions

‘Well I guess I’ll take the train...’ You say as you dress, ‘and move far away, from people and distance as much as possible.’ You attempt to not think about it. ‘I’ll just keep going ‘til I forget all about your face.’ You hold back tears that threaten to spill, now more than before. How could you ever forget his face? Especially not after he left you. Why? Why did he leave you alone and heart broken?

I’ll make my heart forget about all the love. You hated him. You hated him leaving you. You so badly wanted to forget him and all the love you felt but you knew you would always love him. No matter how much pain you are in after his departure.

‘I’ll tell myself another lie and pretend you were never enough...’ If only you hadn’t fought with him the month before, making a scene about how he didn’t care about you. About how he wasn’t trying hard enough. Little did you know, huh. ‘But you were always enough, you were almost to much for me.’

He did try his best, he protected you, adored you, but recently his work was making him work over-time, so he claims. You thought he just didn’t want anything to do with you. Or your kid. He almost made you believe that too, especially when he would never tell you what he did.

As you leave your house you grab your purse and when make your way to the train station you pay for your ticket and wait. “I’ll take days as they come-” you whisper to yourself but pause as you look up and begin to tear up, “and try not to stare at the man who looks like you standing over there...” You tear your gaze away wiping away the small tears that escaped. Keigo still managed to haunt and plague your thoughts no matter how much you try to tear him away from your mind, and heart.

“I’ll breath in and breath out” you say quietly to yourself , as you yell and scream and shout in your mind, ‘I am not strong enough, my skin’s not as tough... As I know yours always was.’ Keigo was always the tougher one, the one to protect and care for you. You could never stop admiring him, even if he did leave you. ‘But someday I will heal, I’ll grow another heart.’

You finally arrive at your stop and walk to the place you dreaded to visit but you had to, it was the only way to see him even if it hurt you, as you walk to the location you stop when you see some roses and pluck two carrying them with you, the only place Keigo could be found... Away from you, and the home you tried so desperately to build with him.

You knew deep down, that you couldn’t love anyone as much as you love Keigo, even if you do heal and grow another heart, it will always, always, love Keigo. ‘I guess until then, I’ll endure the falling apart.’ You think as you walk down the small pathways until you reach Keigo... “I’ll learn to love the quiet and forget what was said...” You say out loud to him as you kneel down, you finally let your tears fall as you see him. You will have to live in a quiet home, with no Keigo or baby to bring in happy noises or joy. You want to forget those words you both told each other your last fight, although you both made up, it didn’t fix the fact that you said some hurtful words to him.

You sob as you remember the night Keigo left you, You were heading to bed, and so was Keigo. At night you began to stir when you heard rustling. Confused you wake up to see a looming figure standing over Keigo, panicked you begin to scream waking Keigo up and alarming the intruder.

The man growls and as he points his gun to you Keigo pushes you back receiving the bullets himself. As the intruder continues to shot you don’t notice you’ve been shot as well. You sob as you see his and your blood beginning to pool around you and you let out a blood curling yell sobbing, the intruder looks at you closely and realizes he shot you right in the stomach. You continue to cry as you hear ambulance sirens near, You sniff and look up confused, ‘someone must have called the ambulance....’ you think as you grasp Keigo.

Keigo with the little energy he has, reaches to cup your face, “Y/N... I love you so damn much...” You sob and interrupt him to reassure him that he will survive, but he ignores you and continue, “You made me the happiest man alive, I think about you all the time, I never stop, i don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds, but I think about you always in those intervals,”Keigo stops as the pain gets worse but continues to talk when he feels himself draining, “Farewell my songbird, until we meet again, someday, somewhere in another life.” You sob loudly as he says his last words and respond, “I love you so much Kei.. please don’t leave me...” you say in a small voice.

The EMT burst in and pry you away from his lifeless body as you scream and kick trying to go back, “please ma’am you’re losing a lot of blood from the wound...” They say quietly and you just continue to cry, “He’s gone.. he promised me he would never leave me...” you say and as they check you over the adrenaline wears off and you begin to feel some pain. “Ma‘ am, are you pregnant?” You nod and remember you were shot in the stomach...

You panic, “Is the baby going to be okay??” You ask but they ignore you and pull you away to the ambulance... “Please answer me...” You sob again fearing the worst. After arriving at the hospital they run some tests and police interrogations finally after what seems like hours a doctor walks in solemnly, “Ma’am.. I am so sorry about your loss. This is not the best time to bear even more bad news but... I am so sorry your baby boy did not make it.” You sob again as you respond, “Keigo wanted a boy...” You ask for time alone not knowing how to handle the fact that not only did you lose your husband, but you lost your baby too...

You finally stop crying as you reach down to place a rose on each of the tombstones.

‘Here lies Takami Keigo, a loving husband, and father’

‘Here lies Takami Hiroto, a son who’s life was taken before he could live it freely’

“You would have been an amazing father Kei... And I know Hiro would have been the best son we could have ever hoped to have... I hope you both are together in another life taking care of each other, soaring high...” You say as you wipe your tears, as you get up, smiling sadly, “I swear to you Kei... I will never stop loving you or my sweet baby boy, Hiroto... I’ll come back soon” You say those last words as you walk away like you have done these past 2 weeks and will continue to do until you are finally reunited with Kei and Hiro. “And maybe I’ll return to the left side of my bed, where lies the blood I bled, where I lost my head, to you...” maybe.

MASTERLIST

Hiroto - soar or big flight :)

A/N: so,,, I cried writing this .... I hope you guys like it, I ya know, felt like I had to write it, but okay so, the song is about being heart broken bc the person leaves you for someone else but I made it seem like the reader was grieving the loss ? Am i making sense? Idk anyways I hope you like it! And I am thinking of making a general taglist? Would you guys be interested in that? That way you guys are always notified when I post a new work or a part to a work? Like ofc I would make three, a MHA one, a HAIKYUU one, and then one for both? Just let me know, and let me know what you guys think :)

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demigodreading · 4 years ago

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Rollins Goes To Jail

Characters: Olivia Benson, Ella Alina Benson, Fin Tutuola, Kim Rollins, Amanda Rollins

Relationship: Olivia Benson/ Original Female Character

Warnings: Slight Spoilers for Season 14 Episode 15

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Based on Season 14 Episode 15 where Amanda's sister comes to visit her and Amanda ends up going to jail. Some episode spoilers but nothing to serious. Ella is terrified for her Aunt 'Manda and Olivia stands up for her other female detective.

Ella had just entered the precinct when she called out to the blonde woman that was walking in front of her, “Aunt ‘Manda?”

The woman turned around and Ella immediately knew that it was not Amanda looking back at her. It was her sister Kim. A pit formed in her stomach as she clutched the straps of her backpack closer around her.

“You must be that little girl Amanda is always talking about,” Kim smiled, “Do you know where she is?”

Ella shrugged pointing towards the bullpen, “In there probably. I just got here.”

Kim nodded and walked off to find Amanda. Ella turned on her heel immediately going to the back door of Cragen’s office. She knocked gently before entering and closing the door behind her. Cragen looked up from his paperwork letting out a sigh.

“What did you do now Ella? You only come in that door when Olivia is mad at you.”

Ella rolled her eyes before sitting down, “Nothing PawPaw. I’m avoiding Aunt ‘Manda’s sister. She gives me the creeps.”

Cragen nodded his head, “Alright, you can hide out here but you have to do your homework. I cleaned off that corner spot for you.”

Ella grinned and pulled her chair to the spot that had been made for her. She went to work on her assignments in the quiet of Cragen’s office listening to the slow jazz that he always had playing at a low volume from a radio that he kept in his window.

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“I covered for you,” Fin said as he noticed Amanda rushing into the bullpen.

“Sorry, my sister is back in town,” Amanda said, placing her coffee on her desk.

“What’s her problem now?”

“She’s..pregnant. Jeff is the father. Her abusive ex. She broke it off with him and I guess he followed up here.”

“Look if he is stalking her we can get a temp order,” Olivia said, stepping in protectively.

Olivia didn’t follow the rest of the conversation staring down at the blonde she knew was adamantly claiming that she didn’t need anyones help. She had grown very fond of the rookie now they had been working cases more closely together. It wasn’t until Amanda looked up at Olivia with pleading eyes that she snapped back into the present moment. She placed a reassuring hand on Amanda’s shoulder.

“We are family Amanda. We will protect you,” Olivia said with a look of relief washing over Amanda’s face.

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“Consider yourself served,” Olivia grinned as she handed the order of protection to Jeff.

He made up a couple of excuses and then he said something that made Olivia turn back, “Amanda can’t keep me from my baby.” “Want us to bring you in right now?”

Jeff shrunk away from Olivia and then her and Fin made their final exit. Out in the hallway Fin glanced over at Olivia who still had her fists clenched.

“What was that Liv?” He asked her as they climbed into the car.

“I was protecting your partner and making sure that her sister didn’t get raped again,” Olivia retorted as the car came to life.

“I get that but you are going to cut your hand with how tightly your fist is curled.”

Olivia looked down and released her hand a small curse coming to her lips as she noticed a small spot of blood forming on her palm. She wiped it away quickly and then placed it down on her black dress pants.

“I am just worried about her Fin… her sister is bad news,” Olivia said.

“But there is something more to this Liv.” “It’s not like that, Fin. I am seeing someone.”

“Well unless that person is secretly Amanda then they are the wrong person,” Fin replied as they pulled into the precinct.

Olivia didn’t reply merely pushing her way out of the car and slamming the door.

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“Mom! Is Aunt ‘Manda hurt?” Ella said as Olivia hung up the phone and grabbed her badge from the table.

“No, there was a shooting in her apartment. She was the one who fired the shot so I am just going to check on her and try to get in front of the issue,” Olivia sighed before kissing Ella gently on the forehead, “And no. You can not come with me. Stay here with Cassidy. He is still sleeping in my room.”

“I don’t want to be here alone with him,” Ella groaned, “He yells at me all the time. I want to see Aunt ‘Manda.”

“You can see her after she gets checked out at the hospital. I will come and get you and bring you right to her okay? For now just read your book for your and Munch’s book club.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Ella seemed content with this compromise and gave Olivia a hug before rushing off to her room. Olivia made a mental note to talk to Cassidy later about being nicer to Ella but for now, all of her thoughts were on Amanda. She needed to make sure that her friend was okay.

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Fin, Kim, and Amanda had barely walked into Fin’s apartment Ella was pushing through the door. She still had her backpack slung over her shoulders Amanda’s hoodie hanging around her. She hadn’t taken it off except to wash it twice since Amanda had given it to her over a month ago.

“Hey kid, I know your Mom taught you how to knock before you go into people’s apartments,” Fin said as Ella rushed right past him into Amanda’s surprised arms.

“She did, but I wanted to see ‘Manda and Mom thinks I’m still at my weekly study session,” Ella shrugged.

“Oh Ella,” Amanda sighed, placing her head on top of Ella’s, “Your Momma is gonna kill you if she figured out that you lied to her and started skipping school activities. I will be fine and will talk to you after your study session."

"I'll take you back before your Mom notices," Fin said placing a hand on Ella's backpack, "I promise I will take good care of Amanda."

Ella nodded her head and followed Fin out the door after saying I love you to Amanda and giving her one final hug.

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Amanda entered her apartment with Fin looking around at the emptiness that Kelly had left her with. Without saying anything she rushed to her bedroom. Propped in the window was the framed picture of her and Ella. She grabbed it and hugged it close to her. Tears streamed down her face as Fin entered her bedroom.

“She left the picture of me and Ella,” Rollins sniffled, “She gave it to me for my birthday. It is the only thing that I love so I guess that is some good news.”

“How about you stay at my place tonight? Till we can figure this out,” Fin asked.

Before Amanda could respond, another voice called out to her, “Aunt ‘Manda?”

Olivia and Ella entered the bedroom as Amanda tried to quickly wipe away her tears. Ella rushed to Amanda wrapping her arms around her. Amanda kissed the top of her forehead gently. Olivia looked around the room shocked.

“Please stay with us Aunt ‘Manda,” Ella keeping her head pressed against Amanda’s chest.

“I don’t..” Amanda started.

“I insist Amanda,” Olivia told her with a small smile, “We should give Fin back his bachelor pad for a while.”

Amanda merely nodded as Ella wrapped her hand around hers. They left the apartment, locking the empty space and walking down the stairs. When they arrived at Olivia's apartment Amanda immediately felt a sense of calm come over her. Ella offered to make dinner claiming that she made the best mac and cheese of the Benson household. Olivia accepted gratefully and went to her room to find Amanda some clothes.

“You really didn’t have to let me stay Liv. I don’t mean to intrude on your space,” Amanda said, still holding the clothes Olivia gave her close to her chest.

“Amanda, I already told you it is okay. You are actually doing me a favor. Ever since you got arrested Ella hasn’t been able to sleep. The first time she stayed up all night with nightmares. Then I finally let her sleep in my room but that didn’t help much. We were both up the whole night tossing and turning. We both have been worried,” Olivia reassured her, “You are doing the Benson household a large favor by staying with us.” Amanda smiled and then went to get changed. She stood in the bathroom for a moment enjoying the smell of Olivia that radiated around her. When she stepped back out into the living room Ella was putting on her best waitress impression serving Olivia and Amanda their food. When dinner was done Ella insisted that Amanda sleep in her room with her. They spent hours laughing until Olivia’s voice finally rang out into the apartment.

“Children! Two people in this apartment have work tomorrow and a little miss thing has an exam tomorrow. It is almost midnight! Go to bed or I will split you up!”

“Sorry, Mom!” Ella called out.

“Sorry, Liv!” Amanda yelled.

After their apologies, there was another series of giggles. Olivia merely shook her head and smiled. Ella was finally happy again.

#ella alina benson #ella alina benson series #amanda rollins #olivia benson #kim rollins #fin tutuola #season 14 episode 15 #law and order svu #svu #some spoilers #Fanfiction

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theroyalhouseofwinden · 3 years ago

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Oak Haven Estate, Windenburg (8:30am)

???: Your Royal Highness, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.

Albert: Not at all ma’am. I should be the one apologizing for intruding this early without previous notice.

???: Oh, don’t worry about it and please call me Isabel, we don’t use formal speech in this house.

Albert: I will try ma’am

Isabel: *laughs* you really are stiff aren’t you. Never mind that I assume you’re here to see Anne right?

Albert: I am

Isabel: I’m sorry to say but you just missed her.

Albert: I see. Would you mind telling her that I came by?

Isabel: Of course not, but if you don’t mind, I would like to speak with you. So if you could take a seat.

Albert:...Yes, ma’am.

Isabel: I know your time is valuable so I will cut to the chase. I would like for you to break up with my daughter.

Albert: Excuse me?

Isabel: First and foremost you need to know that I love my daughter and all I want in this life is her happiness, and lately you are the source of her sadness. In the beginning, she may have been happy but I believe her infatuation and the novelty of the relationship blinded her, so now that the harsh reality has settled, I know she regrets this relationship. So I’m asking you to make things easier and let her go.

Albert: I apologize ma’am but you shouldn’t speak in your daughter’s stead. If she is as unhappy as you claim, she’ll tell me.

Isabel: But she did, that’s why she asked you for space. She didn’t know how to break up with you without causing a scandal. We are similar in that aspect you know, we can’t live under constant scrutiny. Anne especially has many goals in life and a career which she is passionate about and if she stays with you, I’m afraid she’ll be doomed to a life full of regrets and unhappiness.

Albert: I...I think I should leave.

Isabel: I think that’s a good idea, your highness.

Isabel: Don’t worry, I won’t tell Anne you were here.

Albert: ...Thank you.

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cassandrium360 · 4 years ago

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Echoes

Guess who wrote another fic inspired by the ever amazing @hugoisthecoolestaround and @royal-engineer-of-corona? This time centring around Vamparian and mad scientist Hugo, since this au is one of my all time favourites. Happy Halloween everyone!!

Hugo held his breath as he carefully gripped the beakers in his gloved hands. His wrists shook as he slowly raised a clear solution over the larger container, fingers trembling slightly. “Only a drop. C’mon Hugo.”

He spoke to no one in particular, voice reverberating throughout the hollow stone room, filling the space for mere seconds before silence engulfed him once again.

A crash sounded from the other side of the lab. A jolt of panic shot up Hugo’s spine at the side noise. He didn’t notice the beakers slip out of his hands, shattering into fragments against his desk as he whirled around.

The window pane was shattered. “What?” Hugo’s voice was soft enough to be overpowered by the harsh wind now flowing into the room.

Having lived alone for the past several years, Hugo had become accustomed to the quiet; however overbearing, suffocating, and imposing it may have been. Which is why he forced back a scream as an audible groan filtered from the other side of a cluttered table.

His heart slammed against his chest, hands gripping the desk he leaned against with so much force he could no longer feel his fingers.

Through the row of glassware and chemicals, a slender figure staggered to their feet, clutching a hand to the side of their head.

Hugo’s pulse raced into a blur, shallow breaths tearing their way in and out of his chest as he took in the boy’s appearance. His eyes were a piercing red, and he was dressed in a strange looking cloak of sorts. But what stood out most of all were the pare of eerily white fangs spilling out of his mouth.

Hugo reached out to his side, fumbling for something - anything - he could use to defend himself. His gloved hand landed on a… a book? That could work.

He grabbed the text in his hand, holding it out in front of him as if it were a sword. “Who… who are you?”

The boy - vampire, Hugo mentally corrected - released his brace on the table, drawing himself up to his full height. “Look, I -”

No sooner had the boy begun speaking, when Hugo threw the book towards him with all his might.

The boy doubled over as the thick leather cover struck him in the face. He let out a cry of pain, hands quickly moving to cup at his injured face.

Hugo couldn’t move. His eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out. He leaned further back against the rough rim of his desk.

The boy’s gaze bore into him in a way it hadn’t seemed to before. Hugo blanched. The blood from his nose trailed down his face. A pale hand reached up to haphazardly wipe it away.

“What was that for?” the boy exclaimed.

Hugo’s hands reached once more for a means of defence, not daring to take his eyes away from the intruder. He quickly drew his hand away from the chemical spill he’s caused mere moments ago, the acid breaking through the first layers of his glove in seconds. There was nowhere to run.

Seemingly taking in Hugo’s panicked expression, the mysterious boy allowed his shoulders to drop, letting out a long breath; the action making a long whistling sound through his fangs. “You’re Hugo, am I right?” Hugo managed a stiff nod. “I came here to ask for your help to-” The boy let out a sharp cry as he bit his lip.

Slowly, he unhooked his left fang from his bottom lip, rubbing at the sore spot with a practised annoyance.

Hugo allowed the tension in his shoulders to slip slightly, not bothering to catch it. He let out a laugh, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth as his brain caught up with his actions.

This… kid may not have been as intimidating as he thought.

But, Hugo still had some rationale about him. Despite what the posters might claim. “So, you’re not going to…”

“What? Kill you?” It was the boy’s turn to huff out a laugh. “Of course not. Besides, I can’t stand the sight of blood…” He hastily glanced down towards the few splatters of blood that had fallen onto the cold ground, before flicking his gaze back up. “Anyway, I need your help getting rid of”- he hesitated- “This.” He gestured towards himself at large.

Hugo pushed himself forward, “What did you say your name was?”

The boy attempted what Hugo guessed was meant to be a smile. “Varian.”

Hugo quirked up an eyebrow at the strange name. The vampire - Varian - glanced incredulously at the gesture.

Hugo quickly schooled his features; he had never much thought of that before. Your expression couldn’t betray you if there was no one around to read it.

Hugo shook his head. “So… you wanted help -” He realized he wasn’t quite sure how to continue. Varian had been rather vague before. He had heard something, or rather a rumour, that some vampires could disappear… but until tonight, he had thought vampires in general to be a myth.

“I need you change me back.” A melancholy look crossed his eyes as he allowed them to close. “I wasn’t always like this. I used to be norm- human. And I thought you might be able to change something.”

Hugo’s expression fell. “I don’t have much experience with transformations.” He winced at the crestfallen look on Varian’s face. “But I can try.”

He turned quickly to his shelves, moving up to his toes as he shoved through haphazardly corked beakers of various colours. “I had a serum that isolated DNA… if I modified that-” he smiled, “- it’d take time, but I could try to find a solution!”

Varian’s features lightened slightly as he stepped further into the lab.

They settled back into the silence, only fragmented by Hugo muttering the names of unlabelled formulas as he shoved them into one corner of the large shelf.

“So… you live alone?” Varian asked, taking in the familiar clutter of the workspace.

“Just me and my assistant.” Without looking away from what he was doing, he gestured towards a small mechanical mouse sitting on the desk lying beneath the bookshelf occupying his attention. “That’s Cheese.”

At the mention of its’ name, the mouse rolled forward, making an indignant whirring noise.

Varian stared at him in excitement, examining the gears lying beneath the acrylic casing. “That’s amazing! Is he sentient?”

“Hmm? Oh, no. But he can recognize most human phrases.”

“You know, if you programmed him with some sort of code, he could actually communicate in turn.” Varian poked at the mouse’s side, Cheese moving towards his hand slightly in response.

Hugo finally turned to face him. “That’s genius!” Stopping his act of balance, he began patting down the pockets of his lab coat, searching for a spare paper to pour the ideas surging through his mind onto.

“I dabble in alchemy too,” Varian added. He gestured towards the room, “Though nothing as prolific as this.”

Hugo smiled wryly. “Let’s just say I have a lot of time on my hands.” He held one elbow in his hand, smiling sadly as he, too, turned to face the room, fragmented moonlight spilling in from the shattered window.

Varian glanced over his disheveled appearance, “Let me guess; don’t get out much.”

Hugo rolled his eyes, quirking the corner of his mouth up as he pulled on his goggles. “Oh yeah, the vampire’s the one to judge my social life.”

Varian’s peels of laughter echoed through the room. It was nice, Hugo thought. Laughter made this place seem a little less lonely.

This isn’t the best piece I’ve ever written, but I had so much fun with it I thought I’d share it anyway. Hope y’all enjoyed it!!

#varian and the seven kingdoms #hugo the human #varian #vamparian #tangled the series #tts #rta #tangled #rapunzel's tangled adventure #halloween

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astralaffairs · 5 years ago

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secret agent laf trying to kill thomas finding out that mc and him are sleeping together: oh. oh no. this complicates things. this is very not good.

ok i rlly couldn't help myself with this one

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"I'm gonna go get in the shower, sweetheart." She pulled the pillow tighter to herself, shifting to watch Thomas as he turned to the bathroom, and he caught her gaze when he glanced back over his shoulder. He grinned. "You sure you don't wanna join me?"

His playful tone made her roll her eyes, though she couldn't repress her small smile. "Not this time."

"You'll come around." He sent her a short wink before continuing forward. The bathroom door fell shut behind him, and Y/N drew in a heavy yawn, swallowing her fatigue as she lazily pushed herself up to sit against the headboard. She reached over to grab her phone, scrolled briefly through her missed texts and emails, but despite the quiet hum of the air conditioner, the sound of the water in the bathroom tapping against the tiles in the shower, hardly muffled through the halfway-shut bathroom door, all was quiet.

Y/N was halfway through shooting Peggy a text letting her know what time she'd be home, when--

Bang.

She gave a start at the sudden, loud noise. Her gaze snapped forward. It wouldn't have been housekeeping; as far as she was aware, they didn't need to break down doors to make guests' beds. Besides, Thomas had stuck a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the handle the previous evening. Y/N prayed it hadn't fallen off as she'd tugged Thomas further into the room by his tie, disregarding his task, giggling against his lips.

The footsteps that followed were quiet; she could hardly hear them on the carpeted floor. Whoever had broken in was clearly rather intentional about being light on their feet. She should've been scared straight, but quite frankly, Y/N was more curious than anything.

She pulled the bedsheets up her chest, scooted back toward the headboard, tucking her knees into her chest. She had half a mind to dial 911, but realistically, if her unknown intruder had any interest in killing her, she may as well have been already dead.

She swallowed hard, dread building in her stomach when she saw one of his careful feet come from the other side of the corner adjacent to the small suite's door, but the real shock came when she saw his face.

"Lafayette?" The word was breathless, riddled with disbelief. On one hand, she probably wouldn't be dying in the next five minutes, but on the other, he was holding a gun.

"Y/N, I... I am in ze right room. I must be; I..." He trailed off as he eyed her, her mussed-up hair, the smeared mascara under her eyes, the avante-garde collage of purple and red that marked her neck and shoulders, continuing down her chest below the sheet she'd ducked under for cover. She swallowed hard; the scene was unmistakable. "Oh, no."

"What are you doing here?" she asked, eyes darting down his figure, to the gloves he wore and the knives strapped to his left hip. "And why the fuck do you have a gun? This is Thomas's room, not some Russian spy's hideout."

"Mm, I would ask you precisely ze same question, but it is already clear exactly what business you 'ave here." He cocked an eyebrow as he looked the room over, and she saw his eyes widen further yet, settling on the handcuffs she'd discarded onto the floor beside the bed, not far from either her rumpled clothing or the long-forgotten condom wrapper reflecting the rising sun off of its foil.

Y/N scowled. "What's it to you who I'm sleeping with?"

"Do not pretend zat sleeping with ze presidential frontrunner is ze same as sleeping with some delegate you met at a convention." He gave her a pointed look, but she just rolled her eyes.

"Quite frankly, it's none of your business." Her scowl subsided to skepticism, though, when her eyes drifted back to the critical mass of weapons he had on him. "But what's got you busting in here looking like you just walked off the set of Men in Black?"

He pursed his lips, glanced down at his outfit. He'd long since lowered his gun, had apparently decided he no longer needed it, having found only the lowest possible level of threat (not to sell Y/N short, or anything). "I... saw zat Thomas's security detail was no longer outside 'is door, and, well..."

"You thought it'd be a good time to ambush him?"

Lafayette's eyes widened. "Non! No, nothing like zat. Truly, I... 'eard rumors of someone planning to 'take Thomas out' during 'is stay 'ere. I did not know what zey meant by it, but..."

When he trailed off, she raised a dubious eyebrow. "... But?"

"I did not think it wise to wait to find out. When I saw 'is room unguarded, I could only assume ze worst case scenario." He shrugged, shifting his belt so the row of knives was safely tucked behind the back of his blazer, secured his gun back into its holster on his other hip. Despite her surprise, Y/N couldn't find a reason to doubt his words. She knew Lafayette was ex-military, so she couldn't really make any assumptions on the fact that he just had a whole slew of weaponry lying around.

"You're such an alarmist," she sighed, reaching over to put her phone back on its charger. Having been turned away, she didn't see the surpise on his face at her easy acceptance of his words. She glanced back to him with a small smile. "It's sweet that you're worried about him, though. Maybe he should hire you as his security detail next time."

Lafayette gave a weak chuckle as Y/N leaned down to pick her shirt up off the ground. They were both too preoccupied to pay it any mind when the water from the shower turned off. "Anyway, I should be going... I am glad Thomas is clearly..." She wasn't looking back at him, instead collecting her bearings, and she didn't see his gaze draw to where the bedsheet was gradually sinking down her chest as she shifted under it. "... in no sort of pitiable position."

Despite her distraction, she flashed him a sly grin. "What, you jealous?"

"Oh! Non, I did not mean--"

She laughed at how flustered he looked, raising his hands in defense and taking a stumbling step back, his eyes wide. "Relax. I'm just messing with you."

"... Of course, chérie." He drew in a shuddering breath. "Anyway, I must go. It 'as been... interesting to run into you 'ere, but I--"

"Lafayette!" Both their gazes snapped to the bathroom when Thomas emerged in the doorway, wearing only a lopsided grin and a towel hanging low on his hips as water dripped down from his curls. Though Lafayette looked blindsided, Y/N's eyes were shamelessly traveling south. "Hey, what're you doin' here?"

"He came to check on you." Y/N put on a mock pout as she turned back to Lafayette. "Your bodyguards were gone, and he thought you were gonna get attacked."

Thomas raised an eyebrow, and his tone was playful as he said, "Aw, and you really decided to go takin' my security into your own hands? Better not be goin' soft on me, now."

Lafayette responded with a smile that didn't meet his eyes, but neither Thomas nor Y/N noticed the discrepancy. "I would never."

"Glad to hear it."

Lafayette nodded, some of his usual confidence slowly drifting back into his demeanor. "So ze two of you are... ?"

When Lafayette trailed off, Thomas gave a short laugh. "'S nothin' serious. And don't you look at us like that, actin' like you don't have a different girl in your bed once a week."

Y/N raised her eyebrows. "Oh yeah? You been getting around?"

Lafayette rolled his eyes, and he was grateful neither Y/N nor Thomas had taken note of either the tension in his shoulders or the hesitance of his gaze. "Please, you make me out to be some sort of a philanderer."

"If the shoe fits," Thomas responded with a shrug, and when the skepticism didn't leave Lafayette's expression. "Aw, what, are you tryin' to claim you've suddenly become some kinda serial monogamist?"

"I simply do not appreciate being slandered Thomas," he responded cooly, but his gaze drifted back to the closing space between where Y/N sat on the bed and where Thomas stood, a hand resting on her shoulder. "Well, since ze two of you seem... very well occupied, I suppose I should leave you to--"

"No, you should join us for breakfast!" Y/N suggested, cutting him off as her eyes shone with enthusiasm. She glanced up at Thomas. "If that's cool with you?"

His wink in response made her smile grow, and he squeezed her shoulder playfully. "'Course, sweetheart. Whatever you want."

"Please, Laf?" Despite that every cell in his body was itching for him to dart toward the exit, when he saw the hope in her gaze, Lafayette sighed.

"I do not want to intrude on ze two of you enjoying your morning together."

"Don't worry; you aren't interrupting anything," Y/N assured him, and Thomas nodded nonchalantly.

"Really, c'mon down with us. 'S my treat."

"Oh, I could not take advantage of your 'ospitality like zis. Truly, I--"

"Hey, I'm the one offerin'," Thomas cut him off. "Don't think either of us have seen you in a while, anyway. I won't take no for an answer."

Lafayette sighed, and with the naïve hope written across Y/N's face, he couldn't help but feel guilt rising in his throat. "I do not know..."

"C'mon, please?" Y/N asked, plastering on a mock pout. "I never see you anymore, what with all the time you're spending at the French embassy, always 'planning' who-knows-what."

"My work keeps me busy, chérie," he responded tentatively, hoping she wouldn't press that line of conversation even a step further. She huffed.

"Well, you're clearly not busy now," she said. "Just come with us. Please? For me?"

A moment passed in near-silence, Lafayette not quite enamored with any aspect of the situation. However, he supposed turning down the request would do more harm than going along cheerfully with their oblivious offer, and he sighed. "Very well. If you insist."

"Great!" Y/N pulled herself up where she sat on the bed, pulling her (Thomas's) oversized shirt over her head as she started toward the bathroom, and Lafayette's eyes widened a fraction of an inch -- she took just about no care to cover up as she went to reach up to where the towels were stacked. "Just lemme finish getting ready. Can we meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes?"

She looked over her shoulder, and Lafayette forced a small smile. "I'd love nothing more."

Needless to say, that morning didn't exactly end up being quite the triumph Lafayette had intended. At least the omelettes were halfway decent.

#this is such absolute crack #but i had sm fun writing it lmaoo #secret agent!laf #send me asks!#hzl talks #i need a name for this au the concept fucking kills me

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 4 years ago

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You can find the Halloween request post here :3

Thank you for the request @heyitsmeee2 , I hope you enjoy this idiocy 🥺 Request; “ seokjin is a demon and he's supposed to haunt like the reader or a member or smth but they woke up and he got scared and got scared into being human and he doesn't know how to get back to demon hood again “

Kim Seokjin focused leading to 2seok, I guess. (SeokjinxHoseok) Genre; Crack. Demon au Warnings; Profanity. Sexual references and jokes but no sex acts, implied or explicit. Word count; 2.2k

Summary; Seokjin is a dumbass demon and Hoseok is a dumbass human. This is how they wound up stuck together thanks tot heir own idiocy.

If you were to look up the term "boneheaded" in a dictionary, you would find a picture of Seokjin pasted there- though you probably shouldn't tell him that because the terror triplets enjoy their tails and wouldn't like damage to come to them if the elder demon were to find out their joke. Regardless of how exactly Seokjin's picture from decades ago wound up in the dictionary, the fact of the matter is, it's pretty fucking accurate. As much as he liked to act like he knew what he was doing at any given time, Seokjin did in fact, not have the slightest fucking clue what he was doing at any given time. Which is as good a place as any to start this story.

You see, the thing about demons is they aren't as willing to venture into the human realm as much as human history likes to claim. Humans, in a word, suck and no demon likes to deal with humanity's shit for longer than absolutely necessary. So it's never exactly been unusual for demons to play games to palm the work off to the loser. Now usually, Seokjin somehow manages to pull the age and superiority card to get out of human duty but for some reason on this night, he forgot that particular ace up his sleeve and got dragged into the game. And of course, he lost due to pure idiocy.

"We've been playing this exact game for millennia now, how do you still get caught two steps in?" Yoongi sighed, looking relieved at not losing for the first time in at least a century and a half while also looking as if he didn't understand exactly what made up the elder entity before him- it's idiocy and lame jokes, in case you were wondering.

"You're all cheaters!" Was the elder demon's retort, standing from his space on the balcony overlooking the arena- where their damned soul playing pieces were suffering for their sins- to point accusingly at his friends.

"We're demons," Namjoon deadpanned.

"And I am your hyung! Respect me!"

"No," The terror triplets replied in sync and Seokjin flopped back into his seat with a resigned sigh.

"Here's the information, go scare the life out of a human!" Jimin cheered, smiling serenely from the bottom of the pile he and his two troublemaker soulmates (ha, get it, because they deal with souls) had made by Yoongi's feet where they were wrestling in a way that would not stay family-friendly for long. He had one clawed hand extended to the eldest with a slip of almost ripped paper in between two of the well kept, and currently painted deep blue, talons.

"If humans got one thing right, it's technology," Seokjin huffed, getting up to snatch the paper away and read the information provided. Just a name, an address and a summary of the contract the human signed.

"Carrying paper is such an inconvenience, oh no, who cares about trees anyways?" Namjoon replied in a sing-song sarcastic voice. If he had paid attention to the expression on the younger three demons faces, he would've realised he still hadn't quite grasped sarcasm for the art form it is. He should really take more private tutoring with Yoongi.

"As you pointed out earlier, Joon-ah, we're demons," Seokjin replied and then in a flash of smoke he was gone, or as least using the distraction to sprint away towards the portals.

"One day, he'll accept that we don't believe he can just dis-" Yoongi started to speak but Jeongguk spoke up in an awe-filled voice.

"Whoa! Did you see that?!" The youngest exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the spot the eldest was only moments before. "He was there and then just- poof! Whoa," He flopped down over his fellow trouble makers laps.

"I really worry about the influence Jin-hyung is on the kids," Yoongi said to Namjoon while the terror triplets spoke excitedly and dramatically to one another about how cool Seokjin was for knowing how to use smoke portals, a feat only achieved by the most intelligent of demons...so Seokjin would never learn honestly, but the kids didn't seem to realise that obvious fact.

"Ew," Was the first sound out of Seokjin's mouth when he stepped through the portal and into the human realm, he had stepped out into the brightly lit apartment of his victim. It was tidy and clean and smelled like burned toast. "Even Joon-ah doesn't burn toast." He grumbled traipsing through the apartment towards where he heard a male voice scatting along to a song that was most certainly not designed for scatting.

Dancing around his bedroom was Jung Hoseok, 26-year-old performing arts student and all 'round good guy. Except for the fact he signed away his soul two years ago for a pair of the ugliest shoes Seokjin has ever seen, which lived pride of place in protective packaging on a shelf in the living room. “Shoes that expensive and rare aren't for wearing” was what Hoseok had stressed to his friends many times over when they arrived in the mail- let's not dwell on the fact Hoseok knew he hadn't ordered them as he simply would never be able to afford them and genuinely believed he had a secret sugar daddy for two straight weeks.

Hoseok shimmied into his bathroom and flung his shirt blindly back towards the dirty washing hamper.

"Should I follow?" Seokjin mumbled to himself while crossing the room to drop down onto the soft bed. "It would certainly be a good story to tell the guys, I bet he'd flail spectacularly in the shower-" But a high pitched scream cut him off followed by another that came from Seokjin's own mouth as he tumbled off the bed in shock and hit his head on the hardwood flooring.

Bare chest heaving and hand clutched over his heart, Hoseok shuffled a little further into his bedroom to grab some form of weapon in hopes of protecting himself from the intruder. He waited, whole body tensed with his fight or flight instinct rampaging through his veins but the lump on the floor didn't move. "Uh, hello?" He called out shakily. No answer. "Excuse me, mister burglar? Are you dead?" With cautious, terrified steps, Hoseok edged closer to peer down at the unconscious male. "Hello?" He reached out with his foot to nudge the other's leg.

"I'm not playing hide the sausage with you, Tae, leave me alone," Seokjin mumbled.

"Uh, I'm not Tae, whoever that is."

After a handful of tense seconds, Seokjin was suddenly scrambling to his feet and turning to stare at the human before him with wide eyes.

"Why the fuck did you scream like that?!" He demanded.

"You were laid on my bed! I don't know you! How did you get in here?!"

"Stop shrieking, you made me hit my head and now I've got a headache," Seokjin complained while lifting a hand to rub at the impact site at the top of his forehead just before his hairline. And then, he noticed something, or more specifically, the concerning lack of something. "Horns!" He bolted past Hoseok to enter the bathroom and stare despairingly at the perfectly clear and flat expanse of his forehead, not even a single hint of his shined to perfection smoky grey horns. "I'm not horny!" He wailed, collapsing to his knees dramatically while his hands gripped the edge of the sink.

"Does that mean you'll leave now? I don't want to be caught up in whatever depravity you're into."

"What did you do to me!?" Seokjin screamed, turning a glare onto the human who yelped and stumbled back a few steps but that wasn't what Seokjin wanted. "No! My heat vision!"

"Your what?"

"Heat vision! I know you humans have it in your fantasy books and little people plays, the ones on the glass screens."

"Do you mean movies?"

"Yes! That one!" Seokjin pointed at Hoseok.

"Right...you need an ambulance. Seems kind of messed up to call an ambulance for my potential attacker though so I'm not sure where to go from here." The human admitted, twisting his hands around the trophy he still gripped tightly, just in case.

"I can't attack you, silly human, your soul wouldn't belong to us then. I was only going to scare you or indirectly cause your death, not physically touch you."

"That does not settle my mind at all," Hoseok mumbled.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Even if I did still manage to cause your demise, I couldn't claim your soul, my powers no longer work."

"Right, hm, okay. Right." The human backed up until his bed hit the back of his legs and then he dropped down to sit.

For a while, they both stayed in their respective rooms, in their respective minds, caught up in their respective woes. Seokjin about somehow losing his demon identity- a feat only Seokjin and his boneheadedness could achieve honestly. Hoseok about the stranger having a minor breakdown in his bathroom while weeping about being "not horny anymore", which Hoseok was glad for because he didn't want to have the mental war with himself about the morals of falling into bed with an inhumanly attractive burglar; while also wondering which emergency service would be best suited to deal with the situation.

"It's decided." Hoseok jolted back, almost falling from his bed in surprise at the sudden close voice. Seokjin was only a metre away and standing with his hands on his hips. "Seeing as you somehow turned me human, you will provide food and lodge for me throughout the duration of my stay in the human realm until we find out how to return me to my demonic state. When that happens I will finish what I came him for and drag you back to hell with me where I will personally oversee your torture for all eternity for doing this to me."

"Uh, hang on, what?"

"What?"

"How hard did you hit your head? Demonic state? Hell? Human realm?"

"Yes? I don't see your point." The pair stared at each other for a moment before Seokjin understood where the human's confusion stemmed from and he let out a hearty and entirely out of place laugh that honestly only concerned Hoseok further. "Right, I always forget, you humans don't believe in our existence, except where religion is concerned. Silly humans, we've been around long before the concept of religion was thought up by your ancestors."

"My family isn't religious," Was the only thing Hoseok had to respond with so that's all he said.

"I meant humanity in general, not you specifically," Hoseok grunted in response, not that it particularly meant anything, it was just a noise to fill the gap Seokjin's sentence left. "I am a demon and I came to claim your soul that you signed away for those hideous shoes in the other room. Honestly, of all the things, those?" Seokjin shuddered. "I am disgusted but not surprised by what humans find beautiful."

"I won those in a competition," Hoseok replied, feeling twice the amount of offence as required by Seokjin's honesty for the sake of the shoes themselves; they didn't have the ability to be offended so obviously it was down to Hoseok to be it for them. Obviously. Maybe Hoseok's picture could make a special appearance next to Seokjin's in the dictionary, something small and comparable to fine print in comparison to Seokjin's loud and glaringly obvious.

"A competition?" The demon- or not demon, whatever he may be- replied blankly. "And answer me this, little human, what competition was that exactly?"

"I don't remember, I must've been drunk when I applied."

"Oh you were drunk, for sure but it wasn't a competition you applied for. You signed a contract to promise us your soul so long as you got your ugly ass shoes."

"Wait, hold on a second. I was drunk and you still let me sign away my soul?"

"Hoseok, sweetie, we're demons, it's not like your intoxication level matters to us. We thrive on chaos and trickery."

"You know my name." The human mumbled, shocked at the fact for some reason. As if everything else so far was perfectly normal and every day.

"Well, yeah." Seokjin looked a little bewildered and concerned and for a moment wondered if Hoseok had been the one to hit his head and not himself. "I can't take a portal to a claim if I don't have their name and address."

"Oh, right, yeah, cool, right. Portal."

"Yes, portal."

Silence stretched on between the pair and Seokjin could practically see the sanity oozing out of Hoseok's ears and dripping down his bare, lithe chest. And oh, that's a thing. Hoseok's only in his boxers. Cool. Nice.

"Nice," Seokjin repeated his thoughts aloud without even realising. The human looked up at the sudden sound. "What's your stance on boning a demon recently turned human?"

"Uh,"

"Purely hypothetical, unless your stance is very down to bone a demon recently turned human, in that case, I require a live chicken, two gallons of goats milk and the screams of the innocent on loop."

And somehow, somehow despite all that, Hoseok didn't kick the elder man out- he didn't state his stance on boning a demon recently turned human either- but instead, he pointed to the pull-out couch and spent the following months learning to live with another being as the pair searched high and low for a way to return the boneheaded former demon back to the fiery depths from whence he came.

(If you listen carefully, you can hear the cackling of the terror triplets as they watch on from Namjoon's viewing crystal but that’s another story entirely.)

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jolinarjackson · 4 years ago

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If you do have time could you write about Harley and Peter meeting. Thanks.

PS I think you're a superb writer. I love you ❤❤❤

Thank you so much for your kind words. I feel like I’ve been slipping recently in my writing, so that means a lot to me. :)

Sorry, this took a couple of days but I was able to write something for you. :D

TW for a canon-typical injury and off-screen violence.

Many thanks to @notaparty-trick for beta-reading this. :D

The moment Peter set foot in Tony’s dark New York apartment, pressing a hand against a bleeding wound in his side and yanking his mask off, he knew that something was wrong.

Tony had texted him in the afternoon, telling him that something had come up and he had to cancel their lab session. Usually ‘something’ was Avengers business at the Compound that he didn’t want Peter to know about. Which was fine with him for the moment. Ever since he’d come back from being dusted, his eagerness to be an Avenger had taken a backseat to getting his life back in order. This included patrolling Queens as Spider-Man to get the crime rate back to more manageable levels.

And he’d made good progress over the past few months.

Unfortunately, he had also gotten hurt a few times which always led him to Tony’s apartment. It was conveniently located right by Queensboro Bridge. Taking care of his injuries here was preferable to going home and worrying May and Happy. The last thing Peter wanted was to disturb a romantic date night by showing up with a stab wound.

Now, Peter wasn’t so sure whether he’d made the right choice.

FRIDAY had let him in through the balcony sliding door without an issue and activated the night lighting mode, which was barely enough to illuminate the large space that was the living room, dining room and kitchen. Peter would have asked her to increase the lighting, but his spidey-sense alerting him to some sort of danger stopped him.

He paused in the middle of the room, straining to hear anything unusual and had just made out the heartbeat and breathing of a second person when his spidey-sense pushed him to jump and roll towards the side.

Something shattered behind him, evidently intended for Peter, and he shot out a web towards a person he saw running for the hallway, snagging their feet and yanking them backwards. He heard a yelp and a body connecting with the floor. The move aggravated his stab wound and sent a sharp pain through his chest; he was distracted enough for a moment that his spidey-sense didn’t alert him in time to duck.

Something hit him in the chest and he was thrown backward against the couch, the wind knocked out of him, his side screaming in protest. He felt his vision fade. Black spots danced in his vision.

The lights came on fully and he saw a blur that looked distinctly like Tony in the doorway. “What the hell is going … Peter?!” He hurried closer, asking, “Harley, you okay?”

A voice presumably belonging to Peter’s attacker groaned, “I hit my head.”

“Give me a sec,” Tony responded, kneeling by Peter’s side and pressing his hand against the stab wound. Peter hissed in pain. Tony looked back over his shoulder at the guy named Harley. “Are you sure you can stand?”

“I’m okay.”

“Get me a towel, then, okay? Quickly.” He turned back to Peter, his dark eyes full of concern. “What happened?”

Peter’s vision swam and his head lolled back against the couch, everything around him starting to fade.

Tony patted Peter’s cheek insistently. “Hey, hey, stay with me now, buddy.”

“Knife,” Peter said.

“Is that Spider-Man?” Harley asked. “Did I just kill Spider-Man?!”

Everything went black.

***

The tv mumbled in the background and the smell of scrambled eggs hung in the air when Peter woke up on the couch. A young man was standing at the end of it, staring at Peter and biting his thumbnail.

Peter’s side throbbed, the pain of fresh stitches pulling at his skin. He was wearing his suit, though when he probed near where the injury was, he noticed that a hole had been cut into it to get to the wound. His mask was resting on the coffee table. The young man at the end of the couch knew his identity now. Peter heaved a sigh - which pulled at his stitches again. “Ow.”

“This is the third time, Peter,” Tony said, coming towards him from the kitchen with a spatula in his hand. “The third time I have to stitch you up in the middle of the night.”

“I didn’t know you were here. I thought you were out.”

Tony shook his head. “Not my point.” His eyes widened. “How often do you come here injured when you think I’m out?”

Peter swallowed and lied, “This was the first time.”

“FRIDAY?”

“That is correct,” she confirmed.

Tony stared at him, his brows furrowed, his head tilted … yeah, Peter was screwed. “FRIDAY,” Tony said. “Don’t forget who gave you life and can take it away again.”

There was a pause, FRIDAY weighing her loyalty for Tony against her loyalty for Peter, then, “Four times.”

“Traitor,” Peter muttered as he sat up carefully.

The spatula pointed at him accusingly. “What the hell, Peter?”

“Your apartment was closer and you know how May gets when I come home injured. And Happy gets all frowny and judgy and … parent-y.”

“Woe is you,” Tony replied. “People love you.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “The eggs will burn.”

Tony huffed and returned to the kitchen.

Peter looked at the young man – Harley – then, who had been watching their exchange quietly, still biting his thumb. “Hi. I’m Peter. Obviously.”

Harley stared at him and then brushed a nervous hand through the already messy blond hair on his head. “I almost killed you.”

“Well, no,” Peter said. “The knife almost killed me. You just … didn’t help.”

“I was getting some water. I thought you were an intruder.”

Tony shoveled scrambled eggs onto a plate. “Note to self,” Tony said. “Don’t leave gauntlets lying around where overeager kids can find and use them to accidentally kill local vigilantes.”

“Note recorded, boss,” FRIDAY replied dutifully.

“Well,” Peter said, looking at Harley with a smile, “I appreciate you were trying to protect Mr. Stark.”

Tony handed him a plate stacked high with eggs. “I don’t need protecting. By the way, this is Harley.” He put a hand on Harley’s shoulder. “The other kid I somehow acquired without knowing how.”

“I’m Harley,” the young man said, still staring at Peter.

Tony frowned at him and then looked back at Peter. “He’s usually more talkative and less … well, no, he’s always kind of awkward.”

“You’re Spider-Man,” Harley said. “You’re, like … twelve.”

“I’m seventeen, but thanks,” Peter replied.

“He’s younger than me,” Harley said to Tony, “and he’s Spider-Man.”

Tony clapped his shoulder. “Yeah, imagine this: I found him when he was only fourteen and fighting crime in a onesie.”

“It wasn’t a onesie,” Peter muttered. “They were sweatpants and a shirt. They were not connected.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Tony replied, rolling his eyes. “It wasn’t a onesie. They were pajamas.”

“You suck,” Peter said, shoveling eggs into his mouth.

Tony sighed deeply. “He also used to idolize me. Good times.” He looked at Harley. “And I found him in a shed in the middle of nowhere, attacking me with a potato gun.”

“I didn’t attack you, I threatened you,” Harley replied. “Because you broke into my shed.”

Tony sighed. “As I said, good times.” He turned away towards the kitchen, his shoulders slumped in resignation, but Peter saw a smirk grow on his lips as he left.

Harley seemed to shake himself from his stupor and said, “I’m sorry for almost killing you.”

“That’s fine,” Peter replied, shrugging. “I’m sorry for making you fall.”

Harley touched the back of his head and shrugged. “I’ll live.” He stepped a little closer. “So your webs are so cool. How do you make them?”

“It’s a secret,” Peter replied.

“He doesn’t even tell me,” Tony called from the kitchen.

“Because you’re bad at keeping secrets.”

“I’m the best at keeping secrets.”

“Really?” Peter asked. “Mr. ‘I am Iron Man’ Stark?”

“Hey,” Tony replied, putting the spatula in the dishwasher. “At least I don’t claim to have a secret identity, then walk around without my mask on.”

“I took it off inside your apartment.”

“And one more person now knows who you are. So how did that work out for you?”

Peter glared at him.

Harley laughed.

Tony said, “Hey, Harley, could you do me a favor and get an ice pack from the freezer in the workshop?”

Harley nodded and left quickly.

Peter frowned at Tony. “There are ice packs in the freezer in the kitchen.”

Tony came over to Peter. “I know. I needed a minute.” He looked at him critically. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Peter said. “A little sore but I’ll heal. Thanks for the stitches.”

Tony nodded. “Sorry for not telling you I’d be here. It’s just … Harley turned up this morning. He had a fight with his mom and he … needed a break. I would have told you but I thought he wouldn’t want you to know, so I thought I’d give him today and introduce the two of you tomorrow.”

“It’s fine, Tony. Really.”

“I think the two of you will get along. He’s an engineering major, he likes science, you both love me.”

Peter huffed a laugh. “Love to make fun of you, you mean.”

Tony smiled and shook his head. “I have no idea why I deserve this abuse.” He reached out and pulled Peter into a quick hug. “Glad you’re okay.”

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