#Page when she gets no sleep and will not hesitate to stab a bitch

[deadlyreliable]

"I have only gotten two hours of sleep, chose your next words VERY carefully..."

[nanayoungishere]

Play It Cool (Part Nine)

He decided to cook you breakfast.

Though not before staring at your sleeping face for a while.

You looked so peaceful, so content as you nuzzled into his chest. You fit so perfectly in his arms, felt so warm and soft. The little noises you made and the way you clutched him closer, murmuring his new name in your sleep, made him feel as though his heart would burst out of his chest.

He didn’t want to let you go.

But he had to, because your stomach was grumbling in your sleep. He knew you hadn’t eaten much that day, aside from the milkshake at the diner. Too busy completing course work, too busy working, too busy trying to survive another day. You weren’t afforded any time to take care of yourself.

It made him ache, thinking of how much you’ve been suffering. It made him want to cry, thinking about how unhealthy you were.

It made him hate.

Hate your boss, your teachers, your landlord, your whore of a roommate for making you push yourself like this. All those people surrounded you, all those people who supposingly cared for you and none of them even tried to help you? To relieve some of your burdens? None of them cared, despite how utterly perfect you were?

It made his blood boil. It made his hands itch with the need to grab a knife and --

You let out a pained whimper. He snapped out of his thoughts to find that he had clutched you a bit too tight to his chest.

He immediately relaxed, whispering apologies to your unconscious form, rubbing soothing circles on your back. Your face smoothed out, becoming peaceful once more, entangling your legs with his.

“Honey…”

God. He really didn’t want to get up.

But he forced himself to, gently and slowly untangling himself from your arms. You didn’t like that at all, your hands subconsciously grasping out towards him, chasing his warmth, your face set in a heartbreaking expression that made him want to get down on his knees and apologize.

He settled for kissing you. On your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, your neck. His teeth grazing your tender flesh, causing you to shiver and blush. You slumped back into the sheets, overstimulated even in your sleep.

So adorable.

Maybe you made another mess? You got so excited, so quickly. It didn’t take much to push you over the edge.

He licked his lips, his fingers trailing down your clothed body. The sheets, your clothes were still stained. Maybe before he cooked you breakfast, he should clean it up for you? He didn’t want you to wake up feeling uncomfortable after all.

He leaned over you, his eyes darting to your face every now and then to see if you’d wake up.

His tongue unfurled. Just a little taste…

Afterwards he lovingly tucked you in, running his hands through your hair one more time before heading to the kitchen.

Hopefully he had something in his fridge…

---------------------------------------------------

The moment you woke up, you felt a deep ache in your chest.

And when you sat up, and looked around at the empty room, you realized why.

He wasn’t here.

Maybe he was in the living room? Maybe he went to the bathroom? Maybe he was just outside, in the hallway?

You checked everywhere, looking through closets, checking under beds, underneath the couch. You left no stone unturned and he wasn’t there.

Did he leave me?

No, he couldn’t have. He would’ve kicked you out of the apartment if he didn’t want you here.

He could be with someone else.

No way. He was so interest in you --

Maybe he’s not. Maybe he’s humoring you because he’s sorry your such a desperate freak.

He wouldn’t do that. Honey’s too sweet, too kind and nice to do something like that to you. He wouldn’t hurt you like that.

Right?

Maybe he didn’t leave by himself.

What if someone took him?

No.

No, there’s no way someone could’ve taken him, because if they did --

What if he’s hurt?

What if he’s dying right now?

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no --

Then you saw something out of the corner of your eye. A note taped to the door.

Went out to buy breakfast! I’ll be back in thirty minutes!

Love you darling,

Honey~

The surge of pure relief you felt put you on the floor. You cradled that note to yourself like it was a teddy bear, like it was a lifeline, like it was a priceless, one-of-a-kind jewel that you lucked out into having.

He was just getting breakfast.

He didn’t leave you.

He was fine.

You freaked the fuck out over nothing. Again. Just like you did last night (or was it early morning?) when you tried to fucking tie him up in his sleep.

You carefully set the note aside before cradling your head in your hands and screaming.

Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell were you thinking?! What the fuck possessed you to do something so stupid and illegal and wrong and -- and --

He would’ve hated you. Absolutely, one hundred percent, would have wanted nothing to do with you after that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

But if you kept him to yourself --

How? How the fuck would you have kept him to yourself? There’s no way you would’ve gotten away with it. It was totally a spur of the moment, dumbass, let’s-risk-everything-on-this-poorly-thought-out-decision fuckup! All it would take was him screaming to his neighbors and it would’ve all been over.

But if you planned it out…

If you found a better place…

If you took your time…

You hesitated.

...no. No, no, no, you were not thinking about it. It was wrong and fucked up.

The things you were feeling, the things you were doing, were already bad enough. It was insanity, it was obsessive, it was wrong. And if you crossed this line, if you went this far, then you’d be a monster.

Would that be such a bad thing?

You picked up the note, tracing the words with your finger.

Love you darling

He said he loved you. He said he loved you.

That -- that had to mean something, right? You had to be in a good spot with him, right? The relationship must’ve been going good.

So far.

So you didn’t need to kidnap him. You didn’t need to do something monstrous just to keep him.

Yet.

You rubbed the note against your palms. You could almost feel his fingers trailing across the page, his mind mapping out the words even as his pen wrote across the paper.

Fuck, maybe you should frame it? Keep it hanging up in your room so you could stare at it, forever.

Or maybe you can get it laminated. That way you could lick the page without worrying about the paper getting torn up or the ink running.

You pressed the note to your nose and sniffed. God, you could just about smell him and --

You carefully folded it and put it in your pocket. Then you slapped yourself.

God, get your shit together! Stop being such a fucking freak!

KNOCK KNOCK

You jumped, panic filling you at the thought of Honey seeing you act like such a freak. You immediately started making excuses. “I-I-I wasn’t sniffing your note Honey, I swear!”

KNOCK KNOCK

It was coming from the front door. You breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t see you.

KNOCK KNOCK

You smoothed out your clothes and tried to fix your hair. Shit, you should’ve straightened yourself out earlier! What if he was disgusted because of how much of a fucking mess you were right now?

KNOCK KNOCK

“C-coming!”

You opened the door. “H-hey! Thanks for --”

You stopped. It wasn’t Honey.

“Oh I… didn’t know Peter had guests.”

It was a woman. Young, in her twenties, just about your age. With bright red hair, freckles, red glasses, a heart shaped face, and a fairly curvy figure that all together, would’ve made you think she was cute.

If not for the huge, slashing scar across her face.

From the upper corner of her face, crossing diagonally towards her chin, going through her eye, nose, and lips. Like someone had taken a knife and tried to cut her face up, but settled for simply slashing right through. Who knows, someone might have.

“Um…”

You blinked. Oh shit, did she catch you staring? “Sorry, I --”

Then what she said registered.

Peter? Was that Honey’s real name?

Holy shit. You knew his real name!

Peter.

Peter.

Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter

Fuck, that’s such a good name. Way fucking better than Honey. Would it be weird if you started calling him that?

But he really seemed to like it when you called him Honey…

“Oh, it’s fine.”

Oh, she was still talking. Shit, you shouldn’t be ruder than you already were --

“I just wanted to give him these.” She said, holding out a bag. “I left them by his door, but I don’t think he noticed.”

It was a bag of cookies.

In the shape of hearts.

And it wasn’t fucking Valentines Day. Wasn’t even close to February.

So that meant --

You sucked in a sharp breath, your eyes laser focused on the cookies. On the ugly bitch that was holding them.

She was saying something but you couldn’t find it in yourself to give two fucks because it was taking everything you had not to strangle her right then and there because look at her.

Look at her.

Look at this freckled fuck.

Giving him cookies, knowing his real name, showing up at his door like a fucking hooker.

You should've known from the moment you laid eyes on her. Shouldn’t have answered that fucking door.

Fuck, what if Honey (Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter) had been here? Would she have batted her ugly, filthy eyelashes at him, pressed her flabby breasts against him, and tried to take him away?

Had she done that before?

For all you knew… she could be his ex. She could have --

touched him kissed him hugged him talked to him cradled him fucked him

The surge of rage and hatred you felt filled you so quickly and so suddenly that you had to hold the door to keep yourself steady. You could feel your vision blacking out at the edges, could feel your entire body shaking, trembling with the need to --

rip tear crush stab bash slice break hit kill kill kill kill

Because she wanted to take him from you.

Take Honey, your Peter, the love of your life, the one who made you feel, truly feel for the first time in forever. The one you feel in love with, the one who made you feel so happy, so content, the one that filled your dreams, filled your every waking moment with joy and ecstasy.

This woman -- no.

This fucking ingrate wanted to take what was --

mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

“...seen him? I just wanted to give these to him before I got back to work.”

You snapped back to reality.

The bitch was staring at you, her ugly, scarred face showing an uncertain expression.

Your fingers flexed. You took a step forward.

I want to kill her.

You heard a door slam. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone step out of their apartment. A man, fiddling with their phone.

He glanced towards the two of you.

Fuck.

It was like you got splashed with cold water. The rage and hatred was still there, but controlled. Contained.

You had to hold it together. You had to keep your cool. Because if you hurt this woman -- if you got caught, which you absolutely would -- then he would know.

And he’d never, ever want anything to do with you again.

You tried to smile. “He’s… not here right now. Just -- just give them to me. I’ll make sure he gets them.”

Her expression fell. “Um --”

You snatched the bag from her hands. “Who are you? What was your name again?”

“Uh, I’m Lizzie Bee,” she said, pointing to herself. “I’m Peter’s landlord.”

Landlord?

Fuck, then you really couldn’t kill her. You’d be putting Honey/Peter out of a home.

“Right. I’m Y/N.” Your smile might’ve turned into a snarl, but who the fuck cared? Not you. “Peter’s my boyfriend.”

“Oh.” She didn’t look the slightest bit concerned. The whore. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

You resisted the urge to slam the door on her face. “Likewise.”

You watched her walk away, disappearing around the hall. You made sure to take note of where she went before slamming the door.

Without her in front of you, taunting you with her presence, you could feel your rage and hatred subsiding. The urge to kill was fading with every second you got to breathe and collect yourself.

You couldn’t kill her.

You couldn’t kill her.

It was too risky wrong. It was wrong and you knew it was wrong, because you were a normal person.

What normal person falls in love at first sight?

What normal person becomes murderously possessive over someone they’ve only met for a couple of days?

What normal person considers kidnapping the one they love?

Shut the fuck up.

Your hands trembled as you ran them through your hair. You had to make a plan. Had to figure out what to do to deal with that bitch.

You couldn’t lose him to someone else. Just the thought of it was --

no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

please

please God don’t let anyone take him away from me please

You felt tears pricking your eyes. You swallowed back a sob, trying to ignore the ache in your chest.

You would figure something out. You had to.

But first, you needed to flush every single one of these cookies down the fucking toilet.

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[you-show-me-love]

Flysta

Gallavich One Shot

Summary: Ian and Mickey assemble IKEA furniture. It goes as well as you think.

My first venture into Gallavich fanfiction. Enjoy!

"Fuck that place man, I'd rather go back to prison than step into that Swedish Shithole ever again."

Ian stared at the back of his husband's neck, which had been tinged red with rage since this morning. If there wasn't a couple feet of unassembled furniture between them he would have kissed the flushed skin. 

"Come on, it wasn't that bad." Ian countered, trying to mollify Mickey's quick temper. Mickey turned his head and Ian caught sight of the raised eyebrow that indicated his husband deemed what he said to be the most stupid fucking thing he'd ever heard.

"Motherfucker." Mickey said it as if it was a codeword to a top secret tirade Ian should understand. Ian only smiled and kept the long boxes stable as Mickey climbed the stairs up to their apartment.

"We were in there for three fuckin hours. And you didn't even let me swipe some meatballs!"

"She was a kid-"

"She had like twenty fucking meatballs Ian she wouldn't have missed a few!"

A curious head popped out from behind a door near the stairwell and upon seeing her loud Southside neighbors, rolled her eyes and pulled her head back into her own apartment. Ian held his breath for a split second, but Mickey hadn't noticed the brief audience. If he had Ian would probably have to talk to the building manager...again.

"Between what Kev and V let us take and this shelf we should have no reason to go back there ever again."

"Good. Fuck IKEA."

Arriving at their front door Mickey set down his side of the box and raised his middle finger at the offensive furniture, then put that same middle finger right in Ian'a face. 

"And fuck you for forcing me to drive an hour to fucking Schaumburg."

Mickey was only getting louder and while Ian liked him loud and mouthy their neighbors didn't seem to enjoy it as much. 

"Alright you big baby, let's get this inside."

Mickey unlocked the front door and picked up his end of the box, backing up and leading Ian into their living room space. It was looking better in here, more full. Kev and V were willing to part with a dresser and most of their kitchen. The crib flashed in Ian's mind for a moment. He hoped Lip remembered to pick it up and take it with him to Tami's parent's place. If Lip doesn't make use of it with his potential second kid maybe Mickey will come around it. 

But that's definitely not a conversation for today.

"Why couldn't we just buy one already built?" Mickey asked, pulling a pocket knife out of his sock and stabbing it into the crease of cardboard, slicing cleanly through the tape holding the box together. 

"Fuck if I know. Would probably cost more." 

Ian pulled out big white slabs of wood along with little baggies of connecting pieces. Mickey grabbed the instructions and flipped through the thin pages making a sound of intrigue and biting his lip. 

Ian wondered if the back of his neck was still red, if he could still feel the heat of if he pressed his lips just above Mickey's collar.

"Its just pictures."

Ian, having finished removed the pieces of the shelf from the box, stood and smiled teasingly. 

"Wow so even you can read it."

"Fuck you smartass." Mickey drawled, eyes dancing over the instructions. Ian came around behind his grumpy husband to find his neck holding a pink-ish hue and he finally got to plant a kiss on it before he hooked his chin over Mickey's shoulder and stared down at the rudimentary drawings. He only absorbed one or two images before Mickey tossed the instructions across the room. 

"Alright lets get building bitch."

-

Mickey was writhing under a strong ginger body, panting heavily against the hand over his mouth. Ian pressed his chest against his husband more forcefully.

"Baby-"

A fist appeared in Ian's peripheral and he managed to pin it down before it collided with his temple. He grunted and wrapped his legs tighter over Mickey's legs, knowing those strong thighs could unseat him if Mickey got smart. Ian's palm was wet with condinced breath and spit as Mickey unleashed his verbal fury into it.

"Mickey, we need to keep it down. Can you just calm down please?"

Mickey, having tossed the instructions aside and just started putting shit together, had cracked a board in half trying to force it into place. The temper tantrum that ensued had Ian fearing to find the police knocking at their door. Mickey could have gotten away with the outburst in the Southside, but on the Westside they were likely to find themselves in violation of their parole any minute.

His husband's burning blue eyes dimmed with resignation and, after a moment of hesitation, he pulled his hand away. Ian stared into those eyes, running his thumb across Mickey's cheek, feeling his jaw go slack under his palm at the gentle soothing motion. Unable to resist the slight part in Mickey's lips Ian leaned in for a kiss that Mickey begrudgingly returned. When they parted Mickey's eyes were rimmed red and watery making Ian's heart ache.

Abruptly the smaller man was pushing Ian off of him and standing, Ian following half a beat behind. He tried to make eye contact but Mickey kept his head down as he collected his jacket and boots.

"Mickey." Ian tried, knowing already it wouldn't keep Mickey here with him. He watched Mickey walk out the front door.

-

The sound of pulling tape roused Ian from sleep. He turned over to find the space next to him in bed as empty as it had been when he laid down. With a groan he rose from the mattress on the floor and walked down the short hallway into the living room where he found Mickey wrapping a roll of duct tape around the piece he had broken hours ago. 

"Hey." He offered quietly, a tentative olive branch in the wake of heightened emotions. 

"Hey sugartits. Good job on this." Mickey tilted his head toward the completed shelf, which wasn't that hard to assemble once Ian followed the directions. It was only missing the shelf Mickey broke, the shelf Mickey was now mending with duct tape, with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Ian watched Mickey rip the tape off the role, sealing the break as best as he could. Gingerly he placed it into the frame where it instantly began to bow in the middle. The shelf wouldn't be able to hold any weight, but Ian's chest swelled with pride at their finished project and the smile his husband was sending his way.

"Come here." 

Mickey's long strides had him in Ian's arms in no time, head cradled in splayed fingers and smiling lips brushing together. 

"I think my handyman deserves a handy for all that good work he did." Mickey teased, fingers dipping into the elastic band of Ian's boxers. 

"Fuck yeah he does."

The broken shelf was in two again by the next morning, but neither man could be bothered by the imperfection. They made use of what they had built together, imperfections and all.

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[codenamewitcher]

Mistress of Death Part Four || Geralt of Rivia

Title: I Never Thought I'd Be A Killer

Pairing: Geralt x assassin!reader / Geralt x half-elf!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Song: Make Up Your Mind - Florence & The Machine

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

— ‡ — 

"Why is he going with you to Belhaven?" Flavus said from my bedroom, I wasn't able to see his exact whereabouts because I sat in the bath in my bathing chambers.

"He wants to, and I quote, 'to keep an eye on what's rightfully mine.'" I grabbed a soapy rag and started scrubbing at my skin.

"I heard that, but why?" I heard the clatter of blades then the scrape of them on whetstone, he was sharpening blades.

I paused, starring into the cloudy bath water, and drummed my fingers on the side of the tub. "He smelt who I'd been seeing on me and lost his shit."

The scrape of a blade stopped for a moment and then resumed. I draped the clothe on the tubs edge and lifted myself out of the water. I dried myself off, slipped a nightgown on, and walked into my bedroom. Flavus sat on the edge of my bed, sharpening one of my blades.

"You don't have to do that for me."

"I needed something to do with my hands, so I didn't go and strangle the bastard." I snort at his remark.

"Stop being so dramatic." He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. His skin was golden brown with hazel eyes to match, and his long dark hair was pulled back away from his face.

A smirk found its way on his lips, "Says the girl that was cutting and stabbing at her food tonight like it was the man himself."

I shrugged and made my way toward my bed. "Was it that noticeable?"

"Honey, if they didn't notice why you were cutting your food like that, they sure as hell thought you were insane, if not both."

"Maybe I am." I said as I got under the covers. "Now, I want to get some sleep, so are you going to stay here or leave?"

He turned to look back at me, blade and whetstone still in his hands. "I do something nice for you and this is the thanks I get?"

I raised an eyebrow as if I was saying 'and?' He shook his head and got up, picking up the blades that sat beside him and placed them on top of my dresser, next to the rest of my blades. He blew out the candle on said dresser and then got in bed next to me.

"What are you going to do about you-know-who?" Flavus asked breaking the short-lived silence between us while referring to Geralt.

"I don't know." I scooted closer to him in the cold sheets, letting him wrap his arms around me, enveloping me in warmth as he pulled me towards his body.

"I hate that I can't go with you."

"I do too." I reach my hand out for his, he took it, and gave it a squeeze.

"Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight." I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep filled with old memories.

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We had been on the road for two weeks and had another two weeks left of travel before we reached Belhaven. We stopped in Aldersberg even though there was plenty of daylight left to reach the next town. He had gotten two rooms at a more high-end inn in town and requested that I find a dress in the market that hid my weapons but still gave me ease of access to them, apparently there was some sort of big dinner that we were attending tonight. I wasn't looking for anything extravagant like I normally would because one it was Aldersberg and two I had to travel with it - if I had known I needed to dress up for this trip, I would've packed one of my dresses that I owned along with some cosmetics because yes, I was that bitch.

After a long search I finally found a dress, it was a long black dress with bell sleeves and a hood to cover up my ears it also had intricate blue stitching to it that while moving in the light looked like the night sky. I was surprised to find such a beautiful dress in this shit hole, but I tipped the older woman a few more guldens than what was owed just for the beautiful stitching.

I now waited for Ramerd to get done getting ready, I had multiple knives strapped to me and hidden in little folds of fabric. He stepped out of his room, he eyes racking up and down my body, my skin crawled in disgust, but I played it off.

"You look ravishing my dear." He pulled the dresses hood closer, so it not only covered my ears, but my face altogether, then held his arm out, I forced a smile on my face. "You'll want to stay in the shadows tonight."

"Thank you," I place my hand in the crock of his arm, I could do this. He patted my hand, a smile settling itself on his face.

Instead of taking a carriage like I thought we would - we walked, which the place we were going was just up the street.

It was a larger and grander town house compared to the others in the city besides the Duke and Duchess of Aldersberg's manor which stood at the top of a hill, overlooking the city.

Ramerd stopped before the front doors of the house and looked down at me, trying to make me feel small.

"I want you to remember dear," He patted my hand, wickedness adding a sparkle to his blue eyes. "That if you don't do as I say, I will make you watch as I skin the man you've been sleeping with alive and make you watch."

I didn't let a drop of fear show in my eyes or body, I was not going to give him that kind of satisfaction. I only nodded in response, wanting to get the night over with as quickly as possible.

He turned his head back towards the door and knocked, a smirk on his lips.

A butler opened the doors, he started to speak but Ramerd cut him off. "I'm here for an appointment with Rebrild Pard over some trading plans."

The butler nodded and stepped aside, letting us in. He was trying to peak under my hood as sly as possible to see what the mystery girl's face looked like, but I kept my head down. Thoughts were racing through my head about what this meeting could possibly be about. 

Rebrild Pard was a large weapons merchant in Rivia, he specialized in both silver and steel blades. I knew him and Ramerd were trade partners, but it was concerning for me because he never took anyone but Yrnar with him on meetings like this

We were led into an office towards the back of the house, a desk sat in the middle of the room, the man that sat behind it had pale skin, empty grey eyes, and lifeless, short blond hair. He was on the skinnier side, but still had muscle, and he was dressed in slacks and a light blue silk tunic, showing off his wealth - this must be Rebrild Pard. He motioned towards the two chairs that sat in front of his dress, the door shut behind us, the butler left after Pard told him to leave us in privacy. We sat in the two armchairs, Ramerd leaned back into it, making himself comfortable, but I kept straight up, not wanting to make it easier for the man to see my face. 

"May I know who's under the hood?"

"No." 

The man let out a sigh through his nose and drummed his fingers on his desk. "I'm assuming since you brought her here with you, she's allowed to hear what we're to discuss?"

"Are you doubting my judgment Pard?" From the way his fingers froze, and his eyes widen, I know the look on Ramerd's face was to kill.

"No... No."

"Good." I didn't have to look at Ramerd to know he was smiling just by the tone of his voice. "Do you have my weapons?"

The man pulled out a trade book from a drawer in his desk, flipped a few pages, cleared his throat, and started to read from the pages. "Three hundred steel daggers, one hundred fifty steel long swords, one hundred silver swords, and eighty axes."

Ramerd hummed, "Are they ready to travel to the Keep?"

"Yes, for one hundred thousand guldens."

It felt like all of the blood had drained from my body, I knew Ramerd was regularly buying weapons, but at this extent... This wasn't right.

Ramerd chucked, "I only brought ten thousand."

It didn't take a genius to figure out that this wasn't a payment plan he paid off with time, I knew and from the reddening of Pard's face - he knew too.

"We agreed on one hundred thousand six months ago." He seethed, I couldn't tell if it was stupidity or bravery for the way he was speaking to Ramerd.

"And now I'm telling you ten thousand." Due to the tension in the air, I kept my back straight, body still - not daring to make the wrong move in fear of Ramerd.

Pard scoffed and shut the boom. "Then it all goes to Nilfgaard, seeing as they're willing to pay the right price."

"Kill him." Ramerd ordered, not missing a beat. The air was now filled with the man's fear as his eyes widened and turned to me.

"No, no, no, no. Please." The man bagged, I looked over to Ramerd and when I met his icy blue eyes, I seen that he would not hesitate to kill Geralt if I didn't follow through.

I turned to face the whimpering man again, hating the drowning feeling I felt. I kept my face stoic and grabbed a throwing knife from one of the folds of fabric. The man shot up from his chair, knocking it to the floor and turned to run for the door that was behind his desk. But before he could even get two steps away from his chair, I was on my feet and my knife lodged itself in between his skull and cervical.

And with a drop of a body, Rebrild Pard was dead.

I never cared to remember anyone's name that I killed because in my opinion they didn't deserve it - besides my first kill, and now I wouldn't forget Rebrild Pard because he didn't deserve it. I knew I killed people, but this was different.

I never truly felt like a killer until now. 

I wield numbness throughout my body as I stared at his body, I was not going to show Ramerd any type of weakness - of regret. I heard a sigh escape Ramerd's lips as he stood up.

"It’s a shame, he was a damn good arms dealer." I slowly dragged my eyes over the assassin master, he was straightening his sleeves, completely unaffected by the fact that I just broke his code. "Get your dagger and keep it out."

He moved over to the door we entered through and I stepped over to Pard's body, bent down and yanked the blade out. I stood to find Ramerd opening the door.

"Ladies first." A devil of a grin found itself upon his lips, he hand gesturing towards the hall.

When I stepped out into the hall it was empty and silent, as if everyone in the house knew someone was dead and wasn't going to dare to show themselves in fear of facing the same fate.

After shutting the office door, Ramerd started walking deeper into the house, and stopped in front of a single, dark wooden door. His large hand wrapped around the knob and opened it. It was another office, but smaller. A man that looked like Rebrild in the face but younger sat at a desk, a servant was placing a goblet of wine on the surface when we walked in. The servant girl looked up to see who had walked into the office. She took one look at the bloodied blade in my hand and disappeared through the servant’s door - smart. The man that sat at the desk didn't look affected by mine and Ramerd's appearance, it was Ramerd who spoke first."

"My deepest condolences Adrik Pard, I regret to inform you of your uncle's passing." I wicked smile was on both of the man's and Ramerd's faces - Rebrild's death was planned. "But despite his untimely death, a congratulations are in order seeing as you now control his empire."

Adrik stood from his seat, "Thank you for taking the time out of your travels to bring me the news Ramerd, I shall reward you with whatever weapons my uncle was in the process of delivering to you at no cost out of a token of gratitude."

A sticky smile was still on his face despite the news of his uncle's death. I knew the conversation between them was for any prying ears - all of this made me sick.

"It is greatly appreciated, again I send my deepest condolences." Adrik and Ramerd titled their heads in a farewell, he grabbed my wrist and lead me out of the room, closing the office door behind him. He turned to me, "Put your knife away."

I did as I was told, hating the blood was getting on this dress, but I didn't show him any disgust; I still didn't when I slipped my arm in his waiting one. He didn't say anything else as he led us out and I couldn't decide if his silence was good or bad.

— ‡ —

That night, when the two assassins got back to their inn, the girl's master had followed her into her room and grabbed her by the throat, shoving the door close as he slammed her body into it. The master's lips were pulled back into a snarl, but the girl showed no fear despite the man cutting off all of her air. She didn't show a fear until he brushed his teeth and lips against her ear giving a new promise.

"Seeing as the threat of killing your lover wasn't enough, I'll add Flavus' death to the table too. This is my very last warning girl."

He applied more pressure to her throat before throwing her to the side. Without so much as an ounce of regret, the man opened her door and slipped out, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Alarm bells went off in the girl's head, terror shot down her spine, and dread filled her veins with his words. He'd never threatened Flavus' life because like her, Flavus brought him in the majority of his money.

Y/N realized two things as she laid in the floor that night, the first being that if she were to win this war, she'd have to hand away her humanity. The second thing she realized that night was the reason why death was always following her, and it was because Ramerd Gamward was death and he was always following her every movement.

The girl slowly picked herself off the ground and lit a fire in the fireplace. She watched the flames build up as she stripped the mainly knives off her body - letting them clatter to the floor - and then her dress was off too. She balled it up and throw it into the flames, thinking that maybe she did deserve this emptiness and pain.

— ‡ —

"When do you think we'll run into Y/N again, it's been, almost two months... Normally we run into her by now." The bard wondered while he walked besides the witcher into Aldersberg.

The witcher said nothing as he inspected the normally loud town that was now quiet, even Jaskier had picked up on the odd air that covered the town. 'Something had happened,' Geralt thought to himself.

He tried Roach to a hitching post and followed Jaskier into a tavern. Whispers filled the bar, all that Geralt heard was about the assassination of Rebrild Pard from two days ago, about how the women and children were too scared to go outside in fear of the death that had visited the town two days ago would come back. 

Jaskier sat by a round, lone man whose face was just as red as his hair, Geralt reluctantly sat next to Jaskier who had begun talking to the man next to him.

"May I ask if you know what has happened here?"

The man grunted and took a sip of his ale, he didn't say anything for the longest time Jaskier thinking he wasn't going to get an answer from the man until, "My wife works at the Rosebud inn which is a block away from Rebrild Pard's house." The man paused and took another sip as Jaskier started to lean in towards the man. "Two nights ago, one of the maids that works my wife was working that night and the following day, Nele is her name. She said that Ramerd Gamward checked and a woman was along with him."

The witcher's hand froze midair, ale sloshed on the sides of the mug due to the sudden stop, the man paid no mind and kept on with his story.

"She said that while she didn't know where to two disappeared that night, is was long enough to go to Pard's house and murder him. She said that they came back in the clothes they left in, not a speck of blood on neither, but she said that when they came back anger, disgust, and death surrounded the air around the two. When they checked in, Nele seen the girls face, said she was the most beautiful woman she'd seen walk through the inn, but before dawn the next day Nele was doing laundry and accidentally ran into the woman, she caught a glimpse of her face and said she looked dead. Y/E/C eyes that were sparkling with anger were now red and held no emotion, she even seen a light bruising around the woman's neck."

Jaskier swore under his breath and Geralt's blood boiled, but the man continued anyways.

"It was before dawn when they left, prior to when news broke of Rebrild Pard's death. Nele feared for the girl's life and even though I never seen her, I have to say the same."

Before anymore was said, Geralt slammed the tankard of ale down on the counter and got up, nearly tipping the stool over in the process. The tavern was quiet as the witcher stormed out, Jaskier giving the man a quick thank you and followed after him.

Jaskier came out just in time to see Geralt untying Roach from the post.

"Where are you going?" Jaskier asked, putting his hands on his hips.

"After Y/N." Geralt turned to start leading Roach down the street.

"Woah, woah, woah." Jaskier stopped in front of Geralt, hands held up in the air. "How do you know that it was Y/N that was with him and not some other woman."

"Because Y/N is the only woman in Ramerd's guild."

"Okay, but you don’t know where they're headed, that man in there didn't say where they were going."

The witcher paused and studied the bard's face while he thought about what he'd just said. Geralt opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a hooded man and his horse storming down the street. Him and his horse stopped before Geralt, Jaskier, and Roach and sniffed the air - Geralt's hand started inching toward a blade while Jaskier took a step away from the man.

"Are you Geralt of Rivia?"

"Who's asking?" The witcher grunted, hand falling upon the hilt of a dagger. The man smiled, white teeth glowing from the darkness the hood gave him, which he then pulled back revealing pointed ears, golden eyes, and dark skin.

"Y/N said you were brash," He pulled on his horse reins who wanted to continue running. "I'm Flavus, I'm sure my sister has told you about me like she has told me of you."

"How is Y/N your sister?" Jaskier asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"They grew up together." Geralt answered, not daring to break eye contact with the assassin. "Why are you here?"

Flavus' smile dropped, a solemn but deadly expression was now on his face. "I was told Ramerd brought her along with him to kill anyone who gets in his way of his plans, but I also feel he's doing it to break her in the process."

Jaskier's defensive stance faltered while the gears in Geralt's head started turning.

"Where is he taking her?"

"Belhaven."

— ‡ —

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Lessons in Love (Bucky x Reader) - Part 19

Synopsis: It’s finally time for Bucky to come clean to you.

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Warnings: mentions of smut, swearing

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You were sitting on the worn material of your old couch, your laptop resting on top of your crossed legs. You had too many assignments due in a short space of time and were working hard to get everything done. Between work and being there for Bucky you’d been putting things off, leaving you racing to catch up with everything you’d left by the wayside.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Mel,” you shouted into the apartment.

Silence greeted you. The knock sounded again. You grumbled, pushing your laptop from your lap and getting up from the couch. You stretched your arms above your head, working the kinks out of your back. Your muscles protested.

You pulled open the door, ready to tell whoever it was to go away. A grim looking Bucky pushed past you into the apartment. You shut the door, leaning back against it to watch him. He was rifling through a battered shoebox, looking through papers.

“Hey.”

He glanced up, pushing his hair out of his face. He gave you a quick flash of a smile and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You wasn’t used to the smiles yet. They always took your heart by surprise.

“I know you’re still hesitant,” he said, “and I know you don’t really believe that I love you.”

“Bucky, it’s not that,” you said.

“Yes it is doll, and it’s okay. I didn’t give you any reason to think I did love you. That I do love you.”

“Where is all this coming from?”

“It came up with my therapist,” he said, waving it off, “but I have the perfect way of showing you, doll. The best way of showing you.”

“Are you about to share your feelings with me?” You couldn’t stop the wry smirk growing on your face.

“Shut up,” he growled but you could hear the smile in his voice.

You sat down on the sofa again, moving your computer to the coffee table to give him room. He sat next to you, shoving the box into your hands. You looked down at it then back up at him.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“It’s pretty self explanatory,” he said, “I can’t be here while you read it all.”

“Wait, what?”

He already had his hand on the door by the time you turned to look at him. You shifted the box off your lap to keep from tipping it over as you got up.

“They’re in order from earliest. Start from the nice paper.”

He disappeared without any further explanation. You were left gaping at the closed door, not really understanding what was being asked of you. You looked down at the box again, pulling it towards you. You ran your fingers over the papers shoved in, familiar scrawl covering the front. You shuffled through them, trying to find the “nice paper”.

You pulled out a closed envelope on heavy paper. It felt expensive, just like the same stuff you used for your wedding invites. Your father had been so excited he’d insisted on the best, paying for everything. He must regret that these days.

You thumbed the envelope open, pulling out a sheet of paper. The pen was dark, almost stabbing at the paper. If it hadn’t been as heavy as it was you were sure there would be tears all through it. You’d seen the same on the notes he wrote on his manuscript. He was a very emotive writer.

Steve

I did it again. You always told me off every time I’d bring a new girl home and leave her the minute I was done fucking her. You kept talking about emotions and connection and you never understood it was only ever about sex. If I wanted a girlfriend then I’d go get one. That’s not what I want.

That doesn’t stop me from realising how disappointed you’d be in me for doing it. But every single day without you I fall further from your influence. If I keep doing it then I can imagine your voice in my head, telling me off. And this girl was so fucking hot.

The things she let me do to her, they would make you blush. Or act like you were from the fucking 1930s. I know I have a rule; never more than once, but this girl could change that. I could do the no strings attached thing. No feelings just fucking. And I know that’s not what you meant when you said making a connection but it would stop me having to find a new girl every night.

Or not.

Don’t give me that look. I can have fun. And what else am I going to do when you’re not here to tell me not to?

You always were my moral compass.

You felt your heart in your throat, beating hard and fast. Whatever you’d been expecting it wasn’t that. You ran your fingers over the words, wondering if you were the girl he was writing about. A sick part of you hoped you were.

Steve

You’ll never guess who showed up in my class. Right there, at the back of the hall, watching me with those eyes that made me hard just glancing at her. She was watching me, all innocent, barely able to look for more than a second. If there hadn’t been a room full of people I would have thrown her to the floor and eaten her up. I wanted to even with all the people.

And then I found her at the bar.

She turned me down.

SHE TURNED ME DOWN

What kind of bitch has mind blowing sex and then says no the next time it’s on offer?

Maybe’s she’s worried about the moral implication of fucking her teacher. I know I should be as well, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Nothing matters. Not really. Not when we’re all going to die. Not when there isn’t a God to look out for us and make sure the good people are rewarded and the bad people are punished. Not in a world where I live and you don’t.

I miss you.

You would make this all make sense.

You tore into the next letter, wanting to know what was going on. You’d never had this kind of insight into his feelings. To think these had been sitting in his apartment the entire time, that he had taken the time to sit down and write about you, it was more than you could comprehend. You hadn’t thought you’d made any kind of an impact on him. Not at that time, at least.

Steve

She tired to drop out of my fucking class. She was in that fucking office talking to fucking Gladys about dropping out of my fucking class.

I might have overreacted.

You would say I overreacted.

I kept her back after class and took her to my office and fucked her. I told her if she dropped out there would be consequences. I told her not to disobey me.

Does that make me an asshole?

It doesn’t, doesn’t it?

You never had a problem telling me I was an asshole. I think I need that again. Because she sure as hell won’t. She’ll let me use her up and throw her away when I’m done, all for a good fuck.

I shouldn’t do this.

I shouldn’t fuck someone else’s life up just because my life is fucked up.

She deserves better than that.

Right?

You took a shuddering breath, your hand already reaching for the next letter.

Steve

She stormed into my office, swearing at me and accusing me of using her. She was like an angel blazing with hellfire, come to destroy me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

And so I fucked her.

A quickie before class where anybody could hear. It was so fucking hot.

Not that you were ever an exhibitionist. But the thought of people hearing the noises she was making while I was fucking her made me so fucking hard. It still does.

Fuck.

She’s so fucking hot.

You’d hate me Steve. You’d hate the person I’m becoming. I think I might hate him too.

I’m not the same without you.

I’m worse.

I’m so fucking bad without you.

A tear dropped on the page, making the ink bleed. You touched it, wanting to wipe it away but scared of ruining it more. You put it aside, waiting for it to dry.

Steve

I never expected to see this girl in my apartment again, but she looks so fucking hot spread out, naked on my sofa. I can still smell her on my sheets. I can imagine her in my shower every morning.

I watch her in class, taking notes. She gets this wrinkle between her eyes when she’s concentrating and her tongue is clamped between her teeth. It makes me want to take my teeth to her skin.

Her skin is softer than anything I’ve felt before.

Don’t take this to mean my heart is getting involved. It’s purely fucking. She just makes me feel like a teenage boy who has just discovered sex. She makes me want to be inside of her every minute of every day.

You snorted. Of course that’s what he was thinking about.

Steve

She blew me under my desk while I was talking to another student. I think I’m in love.

Don’t take that seriously.

But fuck me, where did this girl come from? I didn’t even realise that was something I would want until she had my dick in her mouth and I had to have a whole conversation about something I didn’t care about with a silly child who insisted on batting her eyelashes at me.

Who wants an innocent child when I could have a sex goddess?

I’ve never cum so hard in my life.

Stop blushing. And stop giving me that look! I can’t help finding her the sexiest fucking woman alive.

You rolled your eyes.

Steve

I’m going to fucking KILL Sam. How does he have the timing of a blundering child with no concept of privacy?

And on the topic of privacy. How dare that girl go snooping around my apartment? She had no right. She makes me so mad.

Which in turn makes me turned on.

I can hate fuck her and it’s so fucking satisfying. I like seeing the bruises I leave. It reminds me she is mine.

And she is mine.

I don’t share. You know that. I’ve never played well with others.

Sometimes he acted like such a spoiled brat.

Steve

SHE’S FUCKING MARRIED

SHE HAS A FUCKING HUSBAND

Well, an ex-husband.

But that’s more than she ever told me.

It didn’t help that it was the anniversary, it didn’t help I was hung over and my head was killing me, but her ex-husband showed up and I had to fucking deal with him. Who the fuck doesn’t tell someone they’re sleeping with they have an ex-husband?

How dare she keep that from me?

She can be such a bitch. She didn’t even act like it was a big deal. It was a big fucking deal. It’s a big deal, right?

You would never let me get this worked up by a silly little girl. You have always been so good at helping keep my head screwed on right.

I wish I could talk to you.

It was like he could never see the hypocrisy of his actions.

Steve

She’s trying to take care of me. I disappear or a week, drinking my liver to death and she comes to fucking check up on me. She better not be reading more into what is happening. Because if she thinks feelings are getting involved she’s stupider than I thought.

I don’t need her taking care of me. And I don’t want her taking care of me.

Why can’t she leave me alone when I obviously don’t want her there? If I don’t call her for a week why the fuck would she come here? It’s not rocket science to realise I don’t want her.

She forced me to eat.

She called Sam to come look after me.

I’m not a fucking child that needs to be taken care of. She had no right to call Sam or to let him in. She has no right to act like she has a place in my life. It’s just sex. No feelings.

There is never going to be any feelings.

You let out a wet chuckle. Sometimes he could be such an ass. Sometimes he could be so oblivious.

Steve

I miss you.

The ink had run over the paper, dried and then dried again. You sniffed, laying that one aside.

Steve

She’s sleeping beside me right now. Her face while she sleeps is wiped clean. She’s not smiling, or frowning, or arguing. She’s a blank page, waiting for the first moment of consciousness to write a word.

She’s beautiful.

Not that she isn’t beautiful when she’s smiling, or frowning, or arguing. She’s always beautiful. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful. Not even you. Even though I used to tell you that you looked like one of those Renaissance paintings of an angel.

I wish you could see her.

She’s staying with me for the moment. Her asshole of an ex-husband showed up and tried to force her to get back together with him. She’s not safe in her place anymore. Not with him hanging around.

And I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to her.

I can’t believe she married that asshole. I have no clue what she saw in him. All he wants is to control her and she let him, she let him control her for years.

I can’t let her out of my sight. He will ambush her if I do. I don’t trust him not to hurt her, or to convince her to got back to him. I don’t trust him anywhere near her.

She’s too naive for her own good.

I have to protect her. You would. You protect everyone.

I couldn’t even protect you.

I can’t afford to fuck up again.

You wiped at your eyes, not wanting any more tears to fall. You didn’t want to mess up the words. You wanted to be able to read them again, later, when you might doubt how much he cared about you.

Steve

She aced her finals.

She’s so smart.

I don’t think she realises it.

I wish I could show her.

You shook your head at that.

Steve

She’s gone.

SHE’S GONE

she’sgoneshe’sgoneshe’sgoneshe’sgoneshe’sgoneshe’sgoneshe’sgoneshe’sgoneshe’sgoneshe’sgoneshe’sgone

Apparently she’s desperate for someone to fall in love with her. She wants emotions with her fucking. She wants more than just sex.

SHE’S A FUCKING IDIOT

Life isn’t a fairytale.

Your laugh came out more like a sob.

Steve

I love her.

I love her and I miss her.

And I miss you.

But mostly I love her.

You put the letter down, running your fingers over the words scrawled messily on the note paper. You wiped at your eyes again, trying to stop the tears that were running down your cheeks.

“Oh Bucky,” you whispered to yourself.

You pulled out the last letter, dated from that morning.

Steve

I can already see your insufferably grinning face. You always were right, weren’t you? And you always had to let me know. I just didn’t expect you to be right from beyond the grave.

She loves me too. God knows why. She shouldn’t. I haven’t been nice to her. I haven’t been good to her. If my mother knew how I’d been treating this poor girl she would kick my ass to the West Coast and back. She’d be more disappointed than you. Which is saying a lot. You always knew how to make me disappointed in myself.

I called her and she came and rescued me. She didn’t have to. In fact, I wouldn’t have blamed her if she hadn’t. But she still cared. Who the fuck still cares for someone after being treated the way I treated her?

There must be something wrong with her.

There’s no other explanation for someone loving me.

I always thought there was something wrong with you for loving me.

My therapist would say this is a classic example of negative self talk that leads to my low self worth and a need to distance myself from everyone I care about. No one can hurt me if I keep them at arm’s length.

He’s helping with all that.

And so is she.

I’m not used to having someone so wholly supportive and yet so unwilling to put up with my bullshit. Except for you. She keeps my heard screwed on tight now that you’re gone.

She reminds me every day that sometimes opening up is worth it. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have her. She would have walked out of my life and I never would have been able to put myself back together again.

You would like her.

She reminds me of you. In all the best ways.

I love her more than I though it was possible to love someone.

And because of her, I think everything is going to be okay.

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Crawl Home to Her || A Ben Hanscom Series

Chapter Two: The Call

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rating: m for graphic depictions of violence, gore, and adult themes

Nothing was making any sense anymore. After the incident in the bathroom, Ali was finding it difficult to know what she could believe. Obviously her eyes were playing tricks on her, but the fresh scars on her wrists that had not been there before told a different story and pleaded the validity of what she knew she had experienced. 

The sharp ringing of her cellphone cuts through the air and startles her for what feels like the fiftieth time in the past few days. Picking it up, she looks at the screen to feel yet another sense of dread that she can't quite place the cause of. An unsaved number lit up the screen, Maine written in smaller letters directly underneath. When was the last time she had thought of Maine? Why was it causing her hands to shake and leaving her wondering whether or not she should pick up? The phone nearly comes to a stop before she quickly presses the button that answers the call. She lifts it shakily to her ear and takes a deep breath.

"Hello?" On the other end there is a quick sigh of relief before a voice responds. "Hey Ali, it's Mike. Um, Mike Hanlon from Derry." 

Ali's knees seem to go numb beneath her and she quickly finds herself losing balance. She moves to sit on the bed and swallows down the panic stirring within her. "Oh wow, hi Mike. I...really wasn't expecting to hear from you." Michael let's out another breath and the rustling of his movements echoes into the phone. "Yeah, I've heard that quite a few times recently. Ali, something's happened and I promise to explain more later but I really just need you to come meet us the day after tomorrow." 

There's a look of confusion and concern etched on her face as she processes what Mike just told her. This has to have something to do with the weird things that she was seeing; there was no way that Mike calling was a coincidence when it coincided so perfectly with everything else. Just as part of her was hesitant to pick up the call to begin with, she was also hesitant to agree to meet with him again. She knew there was no way to deny him though, not when she had all but forgotten he existed until just moments ago. 

"Ali, are you still there?" Mike sounds a little nervous, maybe even desperate. There was something else that he said that was gnawing at her though. "Mike, when you say 'us,' who are you talking about?" 

****

Walking up to the restaurant, Jade of the Orient, was possibly the most nerve wracking thing Ali had done in years. Stopping in front of the entrance, she plays with the zipper of her jacket and does what she does best; allows her anxiety to overcome her. This may have all been a huge mistake. Mike had clarified a little more about who exactly she would be seeing here, but the details and memories were all extremely fuzzy. It was as if there was a mist layered over her childhood that no matter how hard she tried to see past, it was far too thick. 

These people had not seen her in years. She had put a lot of effort into becoming someone she could look at and love; most of which was in vain, but still, there was a stark difference between who she was and who she has become. Her black glasses still framed her face and her unruly hair still blew wildly in the wind, but that was nearly as far as the similarities ended. Would they hate her for becoming someone new? Was she even someone new; or was she still the same scared little girl that allowed the opinions and eyes of others obstruct her ability to see herself the way in which she truly was? This was without a doubt a mistake and the tug of fear instantly turns from a dull pull to a sharp stab that drives her away from the restaurant; away from them. Before she can move to turn back to her car and leave, a gentle voice carries through the wind and graces her ears; acting as a beam of light that breaks apart the mist. 

"You want a lollipop?" The voice halts every movement she was making and any that she was even considering. It takes her back to a time she swore that she had forgotten about long ago, yet standing here now she wonders how she could have ever allowed it to slip away. 

****

It felt like yesterday, sitting on the steps of school and waiting patiently for Beverly to make her way out the front doors. It was the last day of the school year and Ali had decided to forego her last class, opting instead to sit outside and draw her newest interest. A boy named Ben Hanscom had recently started attending school here and Beverly had introduced him to her friend not long after she ran into him in the hall. He was extremely adorable and honestly interesting to talk to; much smarter than most of the other kids that went here anyway. He was quiet and really liked to read, something she found comfort in when all the rest of the school appeared far too loud. 

Kids started filtering out around her, and it wasn’t long before shouts could be heard in the yard. Looking up, Ali saw Henry Bowers tormenting a group of kids that she had had a few interactions with in the past. They all shared a common habit of constantly being picked on by Bowers, Greta, and the awful group that followed the two leaders around. Greta was nowhere in sight, giving Ali a chance to breathe for once, until the commotion in front of her got a little more physical and Ali felt as though it was only right to help out the group of boys who had done the same for her on a few previous occasions. 

“You have some big balls beating up on people who are smaller than you, Bowers!” Ali stood tall against the boy and his friends, staring him down as much as her smaller stature could. Henry looked back at her for a moment with shock on his face, but that lasted for only the briefest of moments before it turned into a sneer. He threw glances at his gang and erupted into laughter. 

“Oh yeah you ugly fucking bitch? I bet you would love to see my balls. Too bad that easy friend of yours is the only one who can get any action. You’d know, right? I’m sure you try all the time but no one’s willing to sleep with a fucking four eyed piece of shit like you!” The sting of tears sparks within her at his words, but she refuses to let them spill; there were few things she was not willing to do in order to ensure that Bowers was not granted the satisfaction of successfully hurting someone else. 

Straightening the glasses on her face, Ali looks back at him with a twinkle in her eye that Bill, Richie, Eddie, and Stan had all come to learn meant she was about to say something that would end the argument. “I can’t do anything about needing to wear glasses, but you can do something about that ugly ass mullet on your head. Seems to me like we’re both ugly, but you’re the dumbass that’s choosing to look like that.” Bowers’ eyes come alight with anger and Richie hollers about a murder having taken place. Bill, knowing that she won’t back down just as much as Henry will refuse to, starts to make a commotion that gets the attention of the police officers standing off to the side. Henry quickly looks behind Ali and makes eye contact with the officers, he reaches down and pulls the sketchbook out of her hand, ripping a few pages and throwing it to the floor before turning and motioning for his gang to follow behind him. 

“Thanks for the help.” Stan nods to you and the rest of the boys offer up a smile as they turn and start running off, Richie still screaming about the look on Henry’s face. Ali also smiles, but that fades quickly when Beverly comes up behind her smelling slightly like garbage and leans down to pick up the book and torn drawings. 

“Everything alright?” Ali sighs and faces Bev, shrugging and brushing off a stray piece of trash from her shoulder. “Just about alright as it usually is.” The two girls make their way back to the stairs to grab the rest of Ali’s stuff, only to find the way blocked by the new kid, Ben. 

“Is there a password or something?” Beverly smiles and laughs as Ben fumbles with his stuff nervously. It was abundantly clear that the poor kid had already fallen victim to, not only the typical pains of being new at school, but also the all too common sting of being an easy target for bullying. 

When it is clear that Beverly is messing with him, he returns the laugh. Ali giggles as well, picking up her backpack once he has moved a bit, and reaching in to find something that she hoped would make everyone’s day a little sweeter. Passing one to Beverly and then unwrapping her own, she steps forward and smiles at Ben, holding out her hand. 

“You want a lollipop?” 

****

Turning around, the face that had eluded her for years finally became clear

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[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: (1) “cracks knuckles its time to get educated fools”

Summary: For their Junior project, Roman is unceremoniously paired with Dmitri. 

He's hardly interacted with the guy, a strange occurrence since Virgil has had a weird/unexplained hate-hate relationship with him since middle-school. But it isn't like he's complaining. Dmitri's cute, he compliments Roman, and damn can he paint.So Roman may or may not catch feelings, and he may not be wiling to uncatch them anytime soon.--Dmitri returns the sentiment.

[General Warnings:] Misgendering, Past Misgendering, Past Bullying, Mild Sexual Content,  implied emotional abuse, Cursing [Tags/mood:] highschool au, project troupe, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters] Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) 

(1) (2)

R: hey this is Roman[star] [crown] [star]

R: what do you have in mind for the project??

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As simple as that text was, according to his very reliable memory, it took him exactly an entire decade to work up the nerve to send that. And he was not a coward mind you- reasonably afraid of sudden movements, sure, but no damn coward. He made sure to inherit the fight gene when he was in the womb with Virgil, around the same time he graciously decided not to absorb the little shit.

As if to further emphasis the magnitude of his fetal sacrifice, Virgil gulped down the rest of the milk. Straight from the pint. Just as Roman poured his cereal.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, “What’s got you all riled up prin-cy?” he tossed the pint. Even though Mom wasn’t there to rag on him for being an absolute heathen, she could still do so later if he left behind evidence.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He ate his cereal dry, carefully avoiding Virgil’s scrutiny.

“Oh--” Virgil choked, “Oh shit, what did you do.”

“Excuse me,”Roman squawked, “I did nothing, you here? I am a good child.”

“Fuckface,”

“We have the same face,”

“Fuckface,” Virgil flicked his dyed purple, and regularly straightened hair for emphasis, “Last time you didn’t actively shout your problems, we found several stray cats in your room--and then there's the time you lit grandpa’s shed on fire with your self care candles and then there was the homecoming incident of fres-”

“--Ok,” Roman interrupted, “--wow Virgil, drag up my entire hero’s journey while you’re at it,” he pouted, “It’s no big deal, really.”

“When the hero’s journey could make a convincing argument in a court of law that you’re unreasonably fire-prone, then yes it's a big deal Ro, spill.”

“I’m just a little,” understatement, “Overwhelmed, by our junior project--” It's definitely not the project, definately definately, definitely not the project.

“That thing?” Virgil frowned, confused, “Me n’ L, going down to the space-station to do interviews, and a couple of presentations, what's going on in the art department?”

“Fuckin’ nerds,” Roman snorted, stabbing his cereal again, “Pat jus’ had to switch last minute to help the new kid out, so Dee and I got paired together and he--”Roman looked up,suddenly very aware of how Virgil’s normally slouched position became deathly straight, face calm, “Uh...Virge…?”

Roman feels like he forgot something important.

Virgil smiled, “What did that snake-fucker Dmitri do?”

Bingo, that’s what he forgot.

It wasn’t like Virgil’s thing with Dee was something that could be traced back to one particular incident, more like a culmination of the two being forced into being in each others general vicinity when they did not in fact want that company.

Roman avoided that drama, mainly because Virgil and him could hardly stand each other at the time either. So most of what he knows is second hand.

Though Virgil has explained it as, “When he opens his mouth, my flight or fight response is activated.” and as far as Roman knows Dmitri just returned the sentiment.

Roman shoved another spoonful of cereal in his mouth, “Chill, it’s Nothing, really, just, he said something that caught me off guard, that’s all.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed, “If he does it again, tell me,” he said, “Logan says I can restart the prank war with probable cause.”

Roman shrugged,“-Kay” he said

He will most certainly not.

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D:Sanders? from 3rd block?

R: ye who else would i be??? where is this other roman???

D:Who knows? How do I know you’re not Virgil w/ Roman’s phone?

R: //gasp// i am no fake. 

D: Proof?

R:[Picture: Roman’s knees are pulled to his chest, him pouting at the camera. 

His hair dyed aubrun and  thrown into a messy bun, paint and freckles littering his  brown skin]

[ThatOneGuyThatVirgilHates <3’s a picture]

D: Oh thank god you are the cute one

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[out of the way fives]

Hotleg: so.

Sipsipsippin: dammit roman.

Hotleg: i didnt even say anything how dare

Sipsipsippin:hon, i dated you, i know.

Hotleg: we made out like once

Sipsipsippin: i know.

Hotleg: it was like, eigth grade

Sipsipsipin: i k n o w

Hotleg: ok, ok wise and powerful, remington. Guess who it is, bitch.

Sipsipsippin: ill bite

Sipsipsippin: logan?

Hotleg:....

Hotleg: id say ew, but,,,im not entirely agnst that, ,,, i

Hotleg: nope no, it is not infact logan

Sipsipsippin: FUCK i owe pat a five

Hotleg:????betrayl??????in my sanctum????

Sipsipsippin: shh, i did not type that and you saw nothing

Sipsipsippin: gah give me a hint

Hotleg: hes,,,, good with his hands ;)

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Remy slammed his hands down the table, “Roman you filthy animal tell me who it is.”

A few people nearby looked up, startled, but not entirely surprised. Patton still winced, pointedly looking at his book and pretending like he didn’t know these actual public disturbances but didn’t bother to move. Which is hard to do regardless, when one Roman has made your shoulder his home.

“Sorry can’t speak english,” Roman said, exaggerating his drawl. He picked off of the leftovers on Patton’s plate, avoiding the daggers being driven into him from behind Remy’s tinted frames.

“Patton, do you know?” Remy asked.

Patton frowned, “Know what?” He flipped a page.

“Our wittle Roman’s got a cwush.” Remy slid into a chair, grabbing a fry.

Patton tilted his head, giving Roman a smile, “A crush you say?”

“Shit.” Roman moved to scramble out of his seat, but Patton somehow managed to put down his book, and fit his arm snug around his waist, tugging him lightly back down.

“Pattonnnn,” He whined, “This is an abuse of my need for affection.”

“Poor baby boy,” Patton hummed, “So, about this crush.”

“C’mon Pat, it could just be a squish,”

“Ro, do you find all your squishies that attractive?” Remy said.

“I find all of my friends aesthetically pleasing, I love you all, lots. I would kill for all of you without hesitation.” Patton rested his chin on Roman’s head, “Did he talk about their hands?” he asked pointedly.

“He wrote poetry.”

“Not to romo,” Patton said, “but yeah it’s a Roman Crush™.”

“I just said how much I loved you guys and this is the betrayal I receive? I thought y’all were the Evagiline to my Ray- instead you’re the animation industry to my animators.”

“Bitch, you bugged me all last week about the same shit,” Remy shot back, lovingly, “Karma’s here, so tell me his name or I’m stealing your toenails and feeding them to your first born.” He sipped his drink, face victorious.

Mid gasp, Roman felt Patton’s grip around his waist tighten. He turned around curiously finding Patton’s attention no longer at the table.

Roman followed his line of sight, blinking, “Dmitri?”

“You have a crush on D--fuck,” Remy hissed, rubbing where Roman’s heel dug into his thigh.

“Sorry can’t hear you,” Roman gritted through his teeth, “--call again after the beep bi-Hi Dee!”

Patton leaned back in his chair, picking up his book again but had yet to remove his arm.

Dmitri shifted the tray in his hands, “Uh, hey,” he smiled, “Can I talk to you?” His hair was down today, the short bob barely falling past his shoulders, but his clothes were noticeably covered paint, yet frustratingly enough other than that, nothing seemed ruffled or half assed. All clean lines and angles.

“What about?” Roman’s brow furrowed.

“Yeah,” Remy chimed, waggling his eyebrows, “What abou-oW.”

Dmitri ignored that, “Can I talk to you,” He glanced at Patton, “Privately,” he emphasised, “I found some old art magazines and projects in the library storage room, Mrs. Ider said we can check it out.”

“Uh, okay,” Roman nodded dumbly. He hopped up, snagging a fry before he followed Dmitri.

Walking down the long stretch of hallway, Roman found himself checking his watch several times- something he hardly ever does. Yet, the uncomfortable silence lingered, with only Dmitri’s avoident gazes and the clicks of Roman’s boots to fill the silence.

Lucky for Roman, his tendency for avoidance was relatively short on supply.

“Did I do something wrong?” Roman forced himself not to wince at how needy he sounded.

Dmitri opened the door for him, blinking, “Of course--” his voice dropped to a a whisper as the entered, “Of course not, why do you say so?”

“You seem different?”

“We’ve hardly talked before, aside from text.” Dmitri reasoned, tone awfully similar to when Logan’s trying to justify consuming an entire jar of Crofters in one sitting.

“Dee,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow, “That’s true, but you’re hardly one to get… nervous,” he said, “I’ve heard enough stories from Virgil alone to know.”

Dee froze, neither smiling or frowning, “What… type of stories.” His cheeks were delightfully pinched pink. “Tell me what I did wrong and--” Roman switched on the light to the libraries storage room, hiding a wicked smile as he glanced back, “And I’ll tell you some of my favorites.”

“Just wonderful,” Dmitri muttered, stepping inside as well, “But truthfully you did nothing wrong, I just don’t quite know how to do apologies.”

“Same,” Roman said, “Where are the ‘zines?” he distractedly asked, dragging the step ladder from behind the door.

“Back, left shelf,” Dmitri replied. He steadied the step ladder as Roman climbed up searching the dusty shelves. “What were you trying to not apologize for?” Roman asked, dropping magazines to the floor beside him.

“The...flirting?”

“Oh just the flirting?” he paused, holding a magazine to his chest, “Oh.” he repeated, now breathless. Dmitri looked way, ”Yeah, it didn’t mean anything, sorry,” he said, “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, I swear I’m usually only a little sleazy.”

“So,” Roman dropped the next magazine, ”It was a joke.” He said a bit quieter, the magazine slapped the ground with more force.

“So is everything cool or…?”

“Uh,” Roman breathed in, blinking rapidly, “Uh, yeah it's all-- Wait, did you say boyfriend?”

“Yes...Is he not?”

“Who, who would--Oh. Oh, No, Patton isn’t--” Roman’s shoulders sagged, “We’re just friends.”

Roman stepped down from the ladder and was met with Dmitri’s look of skepticism.

“Oh, then I meant every word.” Dmitri said, all too casually, “Are you always so touchy with your friends?” he questioned, voice softer.

“Only if they want to.” Roman shrugged, “What do you and your friends do?”

“I don’t have… that many,” Dmitri admitted with a shrug of his own, the two of them hefting up their own pile of magazines, “And the ones I do would probably punch me if I tried anything like that.”

“Do you want to be able to do that?” Roman questioned, tugging open the door with ease, holding it open for Dmitri with his back. Dmitri was quiet, the two settling the stacks onto a table.

“Hey you don’t have to answer it’s really no pressu--”

“No it's fine,” Dmitri said, hugging his arms, “I’d… think I would, but I doubt any of my friends would want to…” His nose curled, “They’d tell me to piss off and get a girlfriend,”

“Well,” Roman said, “I’m your friend, and I’m certainly not going to promote the heterosexual agenda, unless that’s your thing, so I guess the awful duty of cuddles befalls on me,” He winked.

Dmitri looked at him again, “...I guess it does.”

Ao3

[swanqueeneverafter]

What Dreams May Come, Pt.26

Enchanted Forest. Past. (At a village fete, Snow White approaches a wealthy looking man.) Snow White: "Sir. Sir? Can I interest you in a piece of jewelry?" Wealthy Man: (Inspecting the brooch:) “You don't look like a peddler.” Snow White: “I'm not. There was an emergency and I've been forced to sell. That would make a lovely gift for your wife.” Wealthy Man: “I'll give you three coppers.” Snow White: “Sir, I'm sure you realize it is worth a hundred times that. That is a family heirloom.” Wealthy Man: “I only know of one family with heirlooms that valuable. What is your name?” Snow White: (Hesitates:) “Three coppers would be fine, just fine. (Accepting the coins:) Thank you.” (Snow turns and hurries away.) Henry's Dreamscape. Kingdom Of Valencia. (Madelena supervises the servants as they make preparations for Gareth’s surprise party.) Queen Madelena: “As you all know, this is the first birthday party I've thrown for Gareth since he became king. If you ruin the surprise, I'll cut your tongue out with a dull knife. Thanks for your hard work, and I cherish you one and all.” Page: “He's coming!” Queen Madelena: “Oh! Places, everyone!” (Giggles excitedly as everyone hides. Gareth enters the room and everyone jumps out.) All: “Surprise!” (Immediately, Gareth draws his sword and attacks, stabbing three men in quick succession.) Queen Madelena: (Running over to him:) “Gareth! Wait! It's a birthday party for you, you kook.” (Chuckles.) Gareth: “Oh.” (Sheathes his sword as the three men fall to the floor, dead.) Queen Madelena: “Come take a look at your gifts. I think you're going to love them.” Gareth: (Picking something up from the table:) “This is a bit fancy.” Queen Madelena: “It's a crystal nut bowl.” Gareth: “Yeah. It'll never fit.” Queen Madelena: “No, for dinner parties.” Gareth: “Mm.” Queen Madelena: (Winces:) “You don't like it?” Gareth: “It's not that. It's just that, all this hoity-toity king stuff... (Sighs:) It's just not me.” Queen Madelena: “Oh. (Chuckles:) Okay. So, what is you, Gareth? I mean, if you could get anything for your birthday, what would it be?” Gareth: “A scar. Every year, on my birthday, we used to go down the pub and get in a good old scrap. When I was 9 years old, I went to the pub and got this one. (Shows her a scar:) Greatest gift a kid could ever want. (Shows Madelena another scar:) This one, I was 14. I left a man bleeding to death in the sawdust. He wanted me to finish him off, but I wouldn't.” (They both laugh.) Queen Madelena: “That's what we're going to do. I'm taking you to the sleaziest tavern in Valencia...  (Drawing her finger down his face:) To get you a new birthday scar.”

The Land Without Magic. New York. The Stonewall Inn. (Walking in together, Regina and Emma see Facilier standing behind the bar.) Facilier: "I asked the owner to step out, so we could talk privately." Emma: "Enough games, what do you want?" Facilier: (Chuckles:) "Au contraire. (Pulling out a deck of cards from his pocket:) The real games are about to begin." (Shuffles the cards.) Regina: "I've done my research on you, Facilier. The consensus from those I spoke to was that you were barely more than a lowly witch doctor when you were alive. The ability to return from the dead far beyond your capabilities." Emma: "The Darkness was destroyed along with all previous Dark Ones, so it's definitely not them helping you this time." Regina: "Even if it were, that would require magic-" Facilier: (Finishing her thought:) "And since, as you said, we're in a land without magic, that's not possible." Emma: "So just who the hell are you?" Facilier: (Chuckles:) "I must say, I do so love the fire in your eyes. Such a shame it was missing during our time together under the Black Fairy's curse. (To Regina:) I suppose she told you what happened between us wasn't out of mutual consent?" Emma: (Shaking with rage:) "She knows what you did to me you sick son of a bitch!" (Facilier moves out of the way as Regina attempts to punch him, even though the distance between them given the bar and her pregnant stomach would’ve made reaching him impossible.) Facilier: (Laughing:) "Such hostility. (To Emma:) Couldn’t find the courage to take a swing at me yourself? Interesting. (Chuckles at Emma’s fraught expression:) This won't do at all, not for my purposes. All right, I have a confession to make. I am not Dr. Facilier. I have merely appeared to you in this form to ensure I had your full attention. My name, is Lord Morpheus." Regina: "Morpheus? As in-" Morpheus: "The God of Dreams, yes." Regina: (At Emma's look:) "Legend says that Morpheus rules over the Dream World much like Hades ruled over the Under World." Morpheus: "Until your sister killed him, of course." Emma: (Slowly regaining her confidence, with the knowledge that Facilier is not actually standing across from her:) "So is that what this is? A member of our family kills yours and so you come down from Olympus to get your revenge?" Morpheus: "Revenge? (Smiles:) No, no, no. That's far too small minded. Hades' demise created an opportunity for me to really show the world what I could do. Then of course, you two went and united the realms of story, and I knew exactly what to do. Your new world needs a ruler and who better for the job than I, Lord Morpheus?” Regina: (Unimpressed:) “What is it with gods and overplaying their hand?” Emma: "So you've been invading our dreams, our nightmares, to what, get our attention?" Morpheus: (Chuckling:) "I had to establish a link between your world and mine. You see, currently, despite my immortality, my powers can only reach so far. So I used what was available to me, and I entered the dreams of an innocuous, would-be magician." Regina & Emma: "Xanax." Morpheus: "The very same. I gave him the inspiration and knowledge he needed to become a weaver of dreams. To allow people from your world to access and control what happened to them in their dreams. In my world." Regina: "So with your stooge in place, you targeted Henry to get to us?" Morpheus: "Is it my fault that your son yearns for more from his life? That he feels constantly overshadowed by his parents and grandparents? I gave your son the chance to live out his dreams. I created a world in which he could truly be the hero. Then, all I needed was for Henry to share his discovery with you both. Of course, Henry required a little push to see that sharing his secret world would indeed be caring." Regina: (Realising what he means:) "The sleepless nights, the labour pains. That was all you?" Morpheus: (Nods:) "A necessary evil, I’m afraid. By the time I started interfering with your sleep patterns, your son had already spent many countless hours exploring the dreamscape I had created for him." Emma: "All right, so you orchestrated all of this just so we would enter 'your world'. Why not come to us as soon as we stepped through Xanax's door?" Morpheus: (Smiles broadly:) "Because, at the very moment you entered my world, I was driving into yours." (Regina and Emma look to each other, incredulous.) Regina: "You were Greg Mendell?" Morpheus: (Laughing:) "I was Greg Mendell.” Emma: "But why?" Morpheus: "Your magic was the key to my plans. Each time you entered my world together, my connection to your world grew stronger. I knew that if I could just get you to use your powers on me in your world, I could harness that energy to forge a permanent link between my world and yours. That's why I came to town disguised as Greg Mendell. I thought for sure you would use your powers to save Greg’s life. Shame on the both of you for that. But no matter, if you wouldn’t use your powers to save me, I could get you to use them to attack me. (To Regina:) Surely the Evil Queen would do anything to hide her most darkest of deeds from her wife? If not, I was certain that the Savior would protect the woman she loves at any cost. Of course, Rumplestiltskin's interference derailed my original plan briefly and I had to adapt, to become someone else. Someone trusted by you and your extended family.” Regina: (In realisation:) “Robin Hood.” Morpheus: (Chuckles, to Emma:) “I was sure you were going to use your magic to stop me when I had that arrow aimed at your unborn child. But then Zelena spared you the effort, and I had to revert to my original plan.” Emma: “Yeah, well if you hadn’t driven away like a coward, you might have gotten your wish.” Morpheus: “I saw the gun in your hand, Emma. Magic was the last thing on your mind. Despite all my planning, Greg Mendell had become a lost cause, but thankfully I had one last ace up my sleeve. When that drunken fool, Dr. Whale, travelled through his own dreamscape trying to right the wrongs of his past, inspiration struck again. Then so did I. (To Regina:) I knew your love for Daniel would get the job done.” Regina: “You pretended to be Daniel and tore Whale’s arm off?” Morpheus: (Nods:) “He had it coming. Man cannot overcome death. It is we gods who decide who lives and who dies, not you mortals. I’ll admit, at the stables, I thought for sure Emma would be the one to put Daniel down. I never believed for a moment it’d be his lost love. But no matter, my trap worked.” Regina: “So it’s my magic that’s keeping you here?” Morpheus: “For the time being, yes. Even magic as powerful as yours can’t keep me here indefinitely. Which brings me to my proposal. (He flips over a card:) Fight me in the dream world, winner take all." Regina: (Scoffs:) "Why on earth would we do that? All we need to do is sever your link to this world, put Xanax out of business and you'll never be able to bother anyone again." Morpheus: "You couldn't be more wrong. I can still haunt your dreams, and if you refuse to my terms, I guarantee you will never see your son again. (At their expressions:) Oh, did you think the connection between our worlds was one way? I have Henry in my possession where he will remain forever, unless you accept my challenge." Emma: "You have nothing. We'll just go to Xanax's and wake him up." Morpheus: "Believe what you want. You won't find Henry there, he’s in my world now."

Regina: “If you hurt my son I will crush you.” Morpheus: (Laughs:) “I don’t need to hurt your son at all. I can simply leave him to live out his dreamscape forever. Over time, his memories of his old life will simply fade away, replaced by the ones he makes for himself living as the hero he was always meant to be.” Regina: “No matter how good your dreamscape is, it won’t be real. When I cast the Dark Curse, I thought I had finally won, but I soon discovered it was a hollow victory. Henry may get everything he ever wanted in your world, but without his family and friends to share it with, Henry will come looking for us.” Morpheus: (Chuckles:) “You mortals and your unyielding faith in family. The fact remains, if you want to see him again, you must accept my challenge.” Emma: “Yeah, about that. If we accept, what’s to stop you trapping us there the moment we enter the dream world?” Morpheus: (Sighs:) “My family. Zeus to be exact. It seems that even though he rules the heavens and the earth, the thought of me ruling the united realms concerns him. So, I have to play by his rules, which means I cannot directly interfere in the battle.” Regina: “Battle?” Morpheus: “Yes. Our armies will do battle in Henry’s dreamscape.” Emma: “We don’t have an army.” Morpheus: “Tut tut. No army? This is a prime example as to why I should be your ruler. For the time being however, I’m sure the Queen and her Savior can convince their neighbours to join you in battle. After all, this does effect each of them too.” Regina: “Say we raise an army and defeat you, we’re just supposed to believe you’re just going to let us go in peace?” Morpheus: (Smirks:) “That would be a tad anticlimactic, wouldn’t it? (Turns over another card:) Should you defeat my army, you must next challenge my Empress. A powerful sorceress who would no doubt rival even your combined magic.” Emma: “Would? Is there a doubt in your mind that we wouldn’t take her on?” Morpheus: “Quite a considerable doubt actually. (Turns over his final card:) For you see, if I’m not allowed to interfere, then neither are you.” Regina: “Just try and stop us.” Morpheus: “Oh I intend to do just that. You may lead your army to Henry’s dreamscape, but I can’t allow either of you to enter.” Emma: “If you think we’re staying behind when our son is in danger you’re insane.” Morpheus: “I had hoped as much. You see, if you do choose to enter my world once again, I have something much more fun planned for you both. For you, Regina, I will leave your fate a surprise, but for you, Emma, I shall send you back under the Black Fairy’s curse, trapped inside your darkest nightmares.” (Emma and Regina shared troubled looks.) Regina: “Then I don’t see what choice we have... but to stop you.”

Enchanted Forest. Past. (Snow White rips a wanted poster from a tree and starts tearing it up.) Blue Fairy: (Floating beside her:) "You only got three coppers?” Snow White: “He was onto me. If I'd done anything else, he would've turned me over to the queen.” Blue Fairy: “How do you know he won't anyway?” Snow White: “Oh, I know his type... corrupt and greedy. He's just happy to have gotten something of value for next to nothing. He won't tip anyone off.” Blue Fairy: “I think you might be wrong about that. Run! (Snow turns to see a masked man hurl an axe at her, which she barely avoids. The man runs toward her with a second axe raised and misses her again, embedding the axe into a tree. Blue does her best to distract him, while Snow hurls the first axe, hitting the man in the arm. Transforming into human form, the Blue Fairy grabs the axe from the floor and stands with Snow to chase the man away.) Who was he?” Snow White: “Must be the Woodcutter... bounty hunter who usually specializes in hunting down werewolves. That nobleman must have tipped him off about the price on my head. Blue, I can't stay here. I have to go. I'm a princess, a princess without a kingdom! The forest is no place for me. I have sold everything my parents gave me, and I have just enough to book passage on a boat out of here, out of her reach. Maybe the head of some allied nation will take me in.” Blue Fairy: “Wait, wait! You're going right now?” Snow White: “There's nothing holding me here. I'm headed to the nearest port town. I hear there's one not far from here. Longbourn.”

The Land Without Magic. New York. Present. (Standing with their bags outside the hotel, Emma and Regina listen over the phone as David arrives outside Xanax's laboratory.) Emma: "Yeah, we're coming home right now. We don't know if Xanax is in on this or not but we need you to check his place from top to bottom and find Henry." Regina: "And if he's not there, you drag that charlatan back to Storybrooke and throw him in a cell." David: "I'm on it." (David hangs up the phone and, not bothering to knock, breaks through the front door.) Xanax's Laboratory. Enchanted Forest. David: (Climbing the stairs:) "Henry?! Henry!" Xanax: (As David enters:) "Woah, woah, woah! He's not here." David: "Where is he?" Xanax: "I don't know, he was here one minute then... he just vanished." David: "People don't just disappear. Where did he go?" Xanax: (Shaking his head:) "All I know is that Henry was here, then that attractive fellow came in and insisted he enter Henry's dreamscape and they were both laid here before me. Next thing I knew, they were gone." David: "Someone else entered Henry's dreamscape? Who?" Xanax: "Bearded guy, leather..." Toad: "Ribbit." Xanax: "Oh yeah, he had a hook for a hand. Can’t remember his name."

David: "Hook?" Xanax: (Clicks his fingers:) "That's the one." David: "Why would Hook want to enter Henry's dreams?" Xanax: "No idea. But wherever they are now, can't be good." Underworld. Present. (Bloodied and bruised, Hook finds himself bound and chained to the ceiling when he hears footsteps approaching. Glancing over, he sees Hades walk into view.) Hook: "How is this possible, I heard you were dead?" Morpheus/Hades: (Chuckles:) "You heard correctly. So sorry to keep you… hanging around. I had an important meeting to attend." Hook: "Who are you?" Morpheus/Hades: "I, am Lord Morpheus, God of Dreams." Hook: (Slightly relieved:) "So this is a dream. I'm still alive." Morpheus/Hades: "Yes and no. While you may not be dead, you are no longer dreaming. Directly beneath you is the River of Lost Souls. Touch it, and it will make you lost. Reducing you to a mindless, tormented husk. Do I have your full attention now?” Hook: “Why the bloody hell am I here?” Morpheus/Hades: “Oh, I’ve been waiting a very long time to meet you, Captain. Back when Hades was alive, he and I had an arrangement where it was possible for the dead to invade the dreams of the guilty. Confined as each of us were to our own worlds, we cherished these brief glimpses of the world beyond our reach. See, when you’re an immortal, time does tend to drag without good entertainment once and awhile.” Hook: (As he continues to be lowered closer to the water:) “What’s that got to do with me?” Morpheus/Hades: “I’m glad you asked. I fancy myself as a bit of a collector. I’ve explored the inner most thoughts of every great villain and hero throughout time thanks to their guilt. People you know in fact. The Evil Queen, The Savior, even Rumplestiltskin himself. But the one person who seemingly has never lost a moment’s sleep over their nefarious deeds, is you.” Hook: “You’re wrong.” Morpheus/Hades: “Oh no, I’ve checked. After almost three hundred years on this earth, you have never once had your dreams invaded by any of the people you’ve killed. That, Captain, makes you someone very special indeed. I just had to meet you, which is why I sent Prince Charming’s poor father Robert up to speak with his son.” Hook: “The coin, the pages... you stirred up all that forgotten history just so you could trap me down here?” Morpheus/Hades: “Believe me, I was surprised you were even capable of guilt after all these years. And then I realised it wasn’t your guilt that brought you to my world. Especially when the very first thing you did upon entering your dreamscape was to try and take your vengeance. That’s what it’s always been about for you, hasn’t it, Killian? How you were wronged, how you were abandoned, how the world owes you something. You never cared for Milah, it was about the fact that the Dark One took something from you. You didn’t regret killing your father, because he abandoned you. You didn’t care about killing David’s father, only that somebody might finally make you pay for your crimes. Well finally, that someone is me. And I intend to enjoy every moment of it.”

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Bad Habit 18 - Taste in Men [Billy Russo x Reader]

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Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Frank Castle x Karen Page, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson

Summary: After the betrayal comes the anger .

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“Get the fuck out of here!” You snapped out of your sleep with Karen’s whip-like voice, and tried to pull yourself together. The burning pain in your leg was back, making you scrunch up your face and you pulled yourself up to sit up straight, then looked around, sliding door catching your eye.

Matt’s apartment.

“You can’t keep me from seeing her.” Billy’s way too calm voice reached the room and you felt the muscles in your stomach clench for a second before you gritted your teeth and pushed the covers off your body, then limped to the door to peek through the small crack.

“I’m warning you-“ Karen started and Frank reached out to touch her arm, but she yanked her arm back, fuming.

“Get your best friend out of here.” She said through her teeth and Frank heaved a deep sigh.

“Karen-“

“He’s not allowed in here.” Matt said, making Billy turn to Frank.

“Told you this was a bad idea.”

“Your place could’ve been compromised, she was right to suggest here. Bill-“

“I’m not leaving.”

“Yes you are.” Matt said, and Billy raised his brows.

“Or what?” he asked, and Matt clicked his tongue.

“Or I will have to make you.”

“Not the best time to push your luck, Murdock.” Billy said and took a step to walk past him, but in a second, Matt had yanked him by the shoulder and punched him square in the face, making you hold your breath and cover your mouth. Billy wasted no time to swing at him and you winced as Matt stumbled back but before either of them could do anything, Frank and Foggy got in the way.

“Matt, not worth  it-“

“Get the fuck off me, Frank-“

“Come on brother-“

“Foggy-“

“Enough!” Karen snapped, “You two. Out.” She pointed at the door and Frank dragged Billy outside, then Karen slammed the door in his face, and rushed to check on Matt.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” Matt said “A piece of work, that one.”

Karen shook her head slightly, and Foggy retrieved his hand now that he didn’t have to hold Matt back.

“How come you didn’t tell us?” he asked Karen and she frowned.

“I didn’t know-“

“Not that. You and Castle.”

Karen hesitated, then shrugged slightly, “It’s… it’s complicated, really. More complicated now that he went ahead and killed a bunch of people to avenge his family.” She said before someone knocked on the door and Foggy went to open it.

“For God’s sake!” you heard his voice and couple of seconds later, Frank walked inside. Karen crossed her arms.

“He’s not coming here.” She said and you almost felt sorry for Frank.

Even badass Punisher Frank Castle stood no chance against Karen.

“Managed to convince him to take a breather.”

“That’s lucky, because the next time I see him he will not be breathing.”

“He says he wants to talk to her.”

“Yeah? Same guy who played her, you mean?”

You felt your heart skip a beat as you decided whether to come out or not. You were nowhere near ready facing them, but you figured sooner or later you would have to.

“He didn’t play her, Karen. You saw how he was when we first-“

“He can’t be trusted.”

Frank groaned, “Red…”

“No, Matt has a point. The guy is a fucking sociopath.” Foggy stated, “I’d say he’s worse than you, Frank.”

“Hey, who’re you calling a socio-“

“Guys!” Karen interrupted them, “We can’t be arguing. She can’t be stressed.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Stress isn’t good for the baby,” You spoke for the first time as you slid the door sideways, making all three of them turn to look at you. “Wouldn’t know though. I’d say being kidnapped is fine during first trimester.”

The impact of you words would be funny if you weren’t still high on adrenaline and anger. Foggy’s glass almost slipped from his grasp, Frank’s jaw dropped and Matt…

Well, Matt looked just frozen.

Karen heaved a sigh and walked to you to hug you.

“Hey, how do you feel?”

“Hungry.” You said as you pulled back from the hug and made your way to the fridge to take out jars of peanut butter and jelly, then grabbed a piece of toasted bread.

“Y-You-“

“Yeah. I don’t really care what you do with that information, Frank.” You said, smearing peanut butter on the toast, “Go tell him. Or don’t. I don’t give a fuck.”

“You’re-“ Frank swallowed, “You’re not gonna keep it?”

“I will. It’s just that, he will never see it.” You turned to Matt and Foggy, “Do I get a discount if I file for custody and restraining order at the same time?”

Matt was still frozen and Frank ran a hand over his face.

“Y/N, he says he wants to talk to you.”

“And I never wanna talk to him, Frank. Ever.”

“Don’t you think he needs to know-“

“Nope. You basically lose all the rights to anything happening in my life when you manipulate me, and use me, and…oh, yeah, almost forgot, get me stabbed.”

Karen’s eyes narrowed, “I’m sorry?”

“Remember when I got stabbed in a dark alley while coming to meet you guys? Billy’s guy, Billy’s orders. Told me himself.”

Karen threw her hands up, “I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch-”

“Karen, can I talk to you for a second outside?” Frank asked her and she looked like she’d say no for a second before she walked past him, then walked out of the door with him following suit. Foggy shook his head slightly.

“Ehm- congratulations.”

“Thanks man. Hoping psycho genes won’t pass onto this one.”

“You okay?” Matt finally spoke as he took a step closer to you, and you chewed on the toast.

“Angry as fuck.” You muttered, “Thanks for punching him. If only you could’ve done more damage, to be honest.”

Matt nodded slowly and Foggy cleared his throat.

“I’d better go check if Karen has killed Castle yet.” He muttered and walked out of the room, leaving you with Matt. You heaved a deep sigh and leaned against the counter, trying to smile.

“I really need a drink…” You mumbled to yourself “Hey, you’d tell me if Karen killed Frank, huh?”

“I’m not gonna stop her if she does.”

“Not so holy, Catholic boy.”

“His best friend-“

“Trust me, I’m looking for a scapegoat as well, but I can’t really blame Frank.” You gritted your teeth and shrugged “I blame him. And myself.”

“Yourself?” Matt repeated and shook his head fervently, “Y/N, he’s the one to blame. He manipulated you-“

“But he didn’t have many difficulties with that one though, did he?” You tried to laugh, “Should’ve suspected it, even he said so. Why would a guy like Billy want to-“

“Stop that.”

“Come on, Matt. I hate the guy, I really do, but even I gotta admit we were an unlikely couple.”

Matt scoffed, “He didn’t deserve you, so yeah. A very unlikely couple.”

You rolled your eyes at him, momentarily forgetting he couldn’t see and he shifted his weight.

“Can I feel it?”

You pulled your brows together, “Feel what?”

“The- um…” he motioned at you and you looked down at your stomach, then back at him.

“Oh- there’s…there’s nothing to feel-“ you started, then paused when you saw the look on his face, “You know what, fuck it. Sure, give me your hand.”

He held out his hand and you held it carefully, then pressed it on your stomach, a smile you couldn’t stop making its way to your lips. Matt let out a breath, as if he was in awe but before you could say anything, the door opened, making him withdraw his hand almost in an instant and you took a step back, as if you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

“Hey, they called from work but I told them-“

“Karen,” You shook your head, “We’re not doing that. Go to work.”

“But what if you needed something-“

“I literally have a superhero with me.” You pointed at Matt, making Foggy smile slightly, “I’m gonna be fine.”

“I’ll drop her off.” Foggy nodded and she looked between you and Matt, then heaved a sigh.

“I’ll come back later, okay? Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Same for you.”

“Matt-“

“Don’t worry, Karen.” Matt said, and she hugged you, then pressed a kiss to your hair.

“We’ll figure this out, okay? I swear.”

“Yeah.” You nodded slowly as she pulled back, and she and Foggy left the apartment. You sat down to the couch, careful with your leg and turned to him.

“You got anything to eat, you badass vigilante you?”

You figured Billy’s betrayal hadn’t still dawned on you completely, because somehow you felt numb about the whole thing, for the whole night. Matt was very respectful, he gave you your space and never forced you to speak for the whole night, even after he ordered your comfort food, chips and muffins. Even if you were dying for alcohol, you grumpily settled for juice and sat in silence while Matt got himself busy with his legal documents. You squinted your eyes as the neon sign outside the window flashed, and limped to the window to close the curtains, but almost immediately the familiar jet black car parked on the street caught your attention and you felt your stomach do a flip.

Fuck you, Billy.

Of course he was there. Of course he was waiting. As if in a last attempt to mock you, or remind you how naively you had fallen for him, he wouldn’t just let go.

You gritted your teeth, and flipped him, then closed the curtain with an unnecessary forcefulness and Matt raised his head as if he could hear your fast heartbeat, then grabbed the muffins.

“Let’s go.”

You turned to him with a frown and tried to regulate your breathing, “Huh? Go where?”

“Follow me, and get the chips, will you?”

“That’s not a direction- Matt!” You rushed to catch up with him as fast as he could when he walked out of the door and you grabbed the keys from the small table and closed the door behind you.

“Why are we going upstairs?”

“You’ll see,” he said as he pushed open a door when you reached the top floor and you took a step, then looked up.

The roof.

You were at the roof of the building.

“Wow.” You breathed out as you stared at the New York sky, and followed Matt before he sat down. You sat down as well and leaned your back to the wall, eyes focused on the sky before you grabbed a muffin from the bag.

“Don’t you have Daredevil duties?” you asked “People in need of help and all that shit?”

“I am helping someone now,” he said calmly and you snorted, picking at the slightly burnt top of the muffin.

“He’s outside, isn’t he?”

“Yeah.” You nodded slowly, for some reason tears filling your eyes, “Yeah he is.” You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, angry at yourself and Matt crossed his arms.

“You know, when I go to confession it makes me feel better.”

“I’m not going to-“

“Not literally. But I mean… you could talk?”

You lowered your glances as you nibbled on the muffin.

“There’s not much to talk about, really.” You mumbled, “Just… fuck my taste in men, that’s all.” You tried to laugh, “And I include you to that, vigilante with sexy costume.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, this is sort of your fault. If we met while I was in a bad situation and you were all…Daredevil, we would be married by now.”

“Not really,” Matt joked, “You drink too much.”

“Not anymore I can’t, can I?” You poked at your stomach and leaned your head back, taking a deep breath.

“How do you really feel, Y/N?”

You bit inside your cheek, tears burning your eyes once again and you closed them.

“I’m… tired.” You mumbled, “And my heart is broken so bad that it actually hurts.” You opened your eyes to wipe them, trying to laugh, “It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

“It’s not stupid. On the contrary, I’d say you’re holding really well right now.”

“But that’s the thing, I’m not.” You whispered, “Not really. I feel like-“ You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, “I feel like I’m hurt so bad that I’ll never be able to snap back into the way things used to be, you know? Like he-like he did something to change me forever, and now I’m just…” You turned to look at him, “What if I feel this way forever, Matt?”

“Will you believe me if I say you won’t?”

“Not really.” You shrugged “I…I just don’t know what to do. What if he messed me up beyond turning point?”

“I felt the exact same way after Electra.” Matt said, “But you heal. You have to. You can’t mourn someone forever, it doesn’t work like that.”

“But you still love Electra, don’t you? Karen- um…she said something along those lines.”

“Don’t you still love Billy?”

You let out a laugh and wiped at your eyes.

“I don’t want to answer that question right now,” Your voice cracked, making you gulp, “You know what he said? He- it…whatever it was between us, it never mattered. That I don’t mean anything to him.”

“You believe that?”

“What else am I supposed to believe?” You asked him, “I mean… Straight from the source. As true as it gets.”

“What about the baby?”

“He doesn’t know about it.”

“No, what is your plan?”

You cleared your throat, trying to pull yourself together.

“I was thinking maybe I could move.”

“Move on?”

“Move away.” You explained, “From New York.”

He froze for a second before he pulled his brows together,

“Y/N…”

“I can’t stay here.” You shook your head, “I don’t know, I’ll… I’ll find a way to make it work, but- I just can’t-“

“You can’t leave.”

“New York is dangerous, Matt. Especially for this baby. Billy’s enemies, my enemies…”

“I’d help.”

You scoffed, “What?”

“I’ll help. With the- with the baby. I’d help you protect it.”

“It’s my mess, Murdock. You can’t get involved.”

“I want to get involved.”

“No.” You shook your head, “You don’t get it, Matt? Haven’t you been paying attention? This thing, it’s just gonna get messier, because my brother will never stop hunting my ass, he’ll try to take the baby away to- to punish me, to make sure his legacy goes on, and I’m more vulnerable than I’ve ever been, because I can’t- I can’t fucking think!” Your voice rose before you could control yourself, “For the first time in my life I have no idea how to protect myself against all this shit!”

He stayed silent and you ran a hand through your hair, anger filling your system.

“Billy didn’t just betray me.” You said through your teeth, “It’d be easier if it was just betrayal. He made me… weak.”

“You’re not weak, Y/N.”

“No?” You let out a bitter laugh and wiped your eyes, “He put me in the perfect place for my brother’s fury, Matt. He made sure he’d be able to hurt me worse than before. And I…” You shook your head, “I fell for it so fast.”

“He’s a pro at playing people,” Matt said “He’s basically been trained for it. You can’t blame yourself.”

“I told him myself that I trusted him.” You bit down on your nails, your own stupidity hitting you with its all force, “That was exactly what he wanted. The minute I started trusting him, he had full access to my life, even more than before.”

“I know you’re sad, but-“

“I’m not sad.” You said slowly, “Not yet. I’m mad that I can’t hurt him like he hurt me. Sadness will come afterwards, when it dawns on me that I can’t actually hurt him, not like this, because that’s what will happen, right? I mean I can stand here all night and curse at him, but that won’t pull me out of this. I can blame him, I can blame Frank for not seeing it and warning Karen, fuck I can even blame my brother for causing Billy to enter my life indirectly, but I was the one who trusted him. I did this to myself.” You wiped at your eyes, “It’s my mess, Matt. You’re not getting involved in this.”

Matt heaved a sigh and a silence fell upon you before he held out his hand. You stared at him for a couple of seconds before you entwined your fingers with his, and you leaned your head back, staring up at the sky.

“So yeah.” You mumbled, “Fuck my taste in men.”

The next morning, you left Matt’s apartment before he could even wake up. You had left him a note saying you needed your clothes from your apartment, and you were glad he wasn’t awake because you were sure he would try to stop you. You managed to sneak out without Billy seeing you and took the subway, and half an hour later you were making your way up to your apartment with some difficulty due to your leg aching with each step. You pushed at the door with your finger and it opened easily, making you heave a sigh.

Your brother must have broken the lock earlier, when he had attacked you.

“Asshole.” You mumbled and walked inside to go to your bedroom to grab couple of items of clothing. You didn’t know how long it’d take you to fix the door –again- and for the time being, you figured you could crash at Karen’s place.

After all, you couldn’t stay at Matt’s place.

You grabbed one of the bags on top of your wardrobe and the gun lying on the floor innocently caught your eye, making you hesitate for a second. You bent down to lift it, then checked if it was loaded and put it into your duffel bag as well.

If that was how your brother wanted to play, so be it.

You left the bedroom to walk to the living room. The pregnancy test wasn’t on the table and after some snooping around you found it under the table so you grabbed it and tossed it in the trashcan with a sigh, before you felt a presence in the room, making your blood run cold. You reached into the bag and whirled around on your heels to point the gun at the intruder before you saw who it was, and you narrowed your eyes, the fury filling your system once again as he raised his hands, mocking surrender.

“Hi babe.” Billy said, “We need to talk.”

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Love is scary

Supernatural tv show FF

Pairing: Cas/Dean

I don't own this characters

Act 6

- Look... Ahm... Cas... I... I... - Dean breathed deeply. He took some seconds and then raised his head and looked intensely at the mirror in front of him. He continued:- We know you for almost ten years now and...what got to do with it DAMNIT!- he cursed, hitting the desk with his fist.:-Why is this so hard...-he murmured. And then looked back at the mirror. He felt like an idiot.:- You can flirt with him but can be honest about your feelings. You are such a stupid son of a bitch.- he was talking to himself, and that made him feel more dumb. Dean sighed and turned around. He walked straight to his bed an sat. Looking very hopeless and useless. The hunter closed his eyes and then remembered what Mildred told him. Love is scary. And he was sure about it... it was more frightening than the apocalypse itself.

He didn't want to see Cas like last night anymore. He was in love with the angel. Castiel had become the center of his thoughts... The last person he thought about before going to sleep and the first when he woke up in the morning. He was like cursed. He never had felt like this before… and he knew… deep inside, that Cas felt the same way. Dean´s heart started to race again. He snorted, and took a deep breathe. Then the hunter stood up and he faced the mirror again with a determined look

.-Ok…-he whispered:-Let´s try this again tiger.-

 -What do you about the necklace?-Sam asked a little confuse about what Jack had just said. Castiel frowned but his mind began to put together that puzzle. Jack opened a really big and old book and pointed a page were numerous objects were printed:

 -Here.-he said, and the others two approached to him:-You need a considerably huge amount of power to feed the spell, so… I thought about the necklace that Jofiel were using… was very strange… and the beads were like blue… but… like energy… I can´t explain…- 

-You mean… like angel´s grace.-resumed Castiel, and Jack nodded:

 -Yes. Angel grace…-

 -So… those ex-angels…- blinked Sam, but Cas already had reached the idea:-They gave their grace to Jofiel. To released Michael. By devotion.-he spoke. 

 -Yes.-affirmed Jack, and bringing quickly the Book of the Condemned, he readed:-Two humans sacrifices, two human´s signs of alliance, the heaven´s power will be needed, and the portal will be open in that palace where the humiliation is considered holy.-the young finished. Sam was surprised. Jack could read that book without hesitate.

-I know where that Temple could be…- Cas said, in that moment Bobby, Mary and Charlie burst into the war room with new data.- We know where that feathered idjit is going to release our Michael.- Bobby announced, and Charlie gave a step forward and opened her laptop:

 -Here, angelic signs with apocalipsis signs, like a combo…-

 -Saint Francis Temple.- Cas pronounced with determination. Everyone in the room looked at him. Charlie closed the laptop: 

-That´s right dreamy boy. And we have to hurry… is about 4 hours from here.- 

-Ok. I´ll go get Dean.- Sam said and went straight to his brother´s room.

 -Ok…-Dean was still practicing his… kind of speech. He was so close by now., his ears were burneing in red, and he was sweating:-Ok… this is it. Not way out. End of the line. Here I go.-he breathe a couple of times, closing his eyes very tightly:-Cas I… I lov- I love you.-he whispered and he felt his knees were loosing stability, then Sam knocked the door and opened it, Dean almost fell surprised, he even had to sit on the bed. His face and a tomato could be the same thing. Sam frowned when he saw his brother in that shape, Dean was avoiding any eye contact. Sam coughed.

-Ahm… we… know where Jofiel is going to.. release Michael, are you ok?-he had to ask right after that vital information. Dean´s eyes were wide opened, and his head began to move in any possibly and avaible direction. 

-I´m cool.-the he stood up, and was not looking yet at his brother, he left his room:-I´m pretty cool. Let´s kill that son of a bitch.- Sam smiled awkwardly, but then followed him.

When Sam and Dean arrived to the war room they could see the team preparing their weapons. Dean's eyes focused right away on Castiel. The angel was in that soldier mode again... Looking so damn good. Damnit! He should concentrated in the mission! Cas caught Dean looking at him and saw how the hunter turned his gaze away ashamed. Cas sighed.

They were ready and took their bags and walked through the exit door. Just Cas and Dean left in the bunker. Obviously Dean did this on purpose.

-Cas... We... Should.-

-Dean.- Castiel abruptly interrupted the hunter. He turned to him and Dean blinked nervously:-we have a mission.-

- I know... I know. But... I really need to talk with you... I...- Cas tilted his head and frowned in silence. His lips parted and Dean was frozen again contemplating the angel before him. His eyes. His lips. His eyes again. He wanted to kiss him so, so badly. The hunter swallowed hard. And then Cas tilted his head to the other side. And wow... His gaze was so hypnotizing. Then he showed him his beautiful half smile.

-We kill Jofiel. Then we talk. - he said with rough voice... But it sounded like a whisper. A damn hot whisper. And then he left. Leaving Dean in shock. Did Cas already knows? He swallowed again and shook his head. His cheeks were pink... Almost red. And his heart was racing like crazy. He took his bag and left the bunker. Ok. The. They will kill Jofiel. Then he will confess to Cas... That sounded like a good plan.

They arrived. Jofiel was in the middle of the releasing spell. He had Roweena by the neck. Surrended by a dozen of ex-angels ready to die by the cause. The team attacked them. They were fast. Bobby, Mary, Charlie and Jack were fighting against them. Sam, Cas and Dean ran straight to Jofiel. He noticed their presence and laughed.

- You are late!!! Was the traffic??!!-

- Leave Roweena.- asked Sam. But Jofiel's face darkened. And then he finished the spell saying some word in enochian. Then Roweena's eyes were bright in purple and her lips moved automatically. Jofiel released her slapping her with so many strength that she flew in the air and his whole body hit hard against the ground.

Sam ran to her and held her carefully. She was lightly injured. Cas and Dean approached to them and a a white light invaded the temple. They heard Jofiel saying with loud voice:

- I told you you were late! Our brother is coming!!-

-Damnit!- Dean exclaimed:-We have to stop him somehow!-

-We have to remove the necklace from him first. With that he has tremendous power...- Cas said. And then Roweena smiled to them in the middle of her exhausted shape and she pulled a shining object out of the fold of her shirt. It was the necklace.

-I still have my abilities on gorgeous.- she said to Cas. Cas smiled and took the necklace with him.

- He is like another angel.- Sam announced to his brother. Then the three of them ran into the light. Dean caught Jofiel by the right arm. He was so excited that didn't see that coming.

-What...?!- Jofiel only managed to say. Sam was fast too and took the other arm. Then Cas stabbed him in the chest. Jofiel died laughing. Proclaiming that it was too late.

The Church began to tremble. The ex angels lay lifeless on the ground. Bobby, Mary, Jack and Charlie looked exhausted. They were standing in the hall.

-I can't see the boys from here.- Mary said. Charlie gave a step forward.

-What is that light?- she wondered. Jack's face alarmed from one second to the other. He realized about a terrible fact.

-They door is opening! Jofiel released Michael!- he shouted. Everyone began to run into the light but then it was like a big explosion of power. And they felt on the ground unconscious.

-What was that explosion?- Sam asked. Cas approached to Roweena and healed her with one touch. And all of a sudden, she grabbed Castiel's arm, and looking him in the eyes she said:

- We can stop Michael. But time is running.-

-How?-Dean wanted to know. Roweena turned to him:

- Someone has to enter at the light portal and close the door that the spell had created.-

- Do you mean this light?- Sam asked. Roweena nodded band continued saying:

-There is a door into this light that leads to the cage.-

-Ok. I'll do it.- Dean said with determined voice. But Roweena spoke again:

-No. Just a supernatural been can do it.- and the the three of them were looking at Castiel. Cas frowned. And nodded. Dean's face was filled with worry.

-No. You won't. what if Michael came out from the cage before you close the door? You won't do that.-

-I'll use the necklace.- Cas said putting on the glowing object with angel grace. And he began to walk into the light but Dean ran a couple of steps and grabbed him tightly by the arm.

- Wait... WAIT DAMNIT!- He yelled at him. The light was now everywhere and only they could see each other.

-There is not time Dean! I have to do this!- Cas was determined to continue but Dean needed to say something.

-I don't want this. I don't want you to die again I can't... I...-Dean's head was a mess... He didn't imagine it would happen like this... But maybe... This is how it was supposed to have to be. He looked at the angel fondly. That gaze that he never had shared with anyone before. Now... That gaze was just and only for Castiel. It took the angel's breath away. Cas knew the time was running.

-I won't die. I promise. I'll come back.- he said an turned into the light again, walking. Then Dean shouted:

-I LOVE YOU!- Cas stopped. Dean was looking at his angel's back waiting for an answer. Car turned around slowly and looked at him. And wow... That gaze was saying everything. It took just a second. Cas gave just a couple of steps. Stood in front of him and without hesitation, he took it by placing his hand behind Dean's neck and kissed him. It felt so passionate and intense. Ten years of holding back. Ten years pinning for each other. And now... They didn't have enough time. Ironically hilarious. Dean was petrified at first, but the he just kissed his angel back. Damnit. It felt so good. And sexy. His whole body was like jelly. Then Cas released his lips slowly. They faces were so close. He put their forehead together.

-I love you too.- They closed their eyes at the same time.-I'll be back soon. You wait for me.- he said and left. Dean was like daydreaming. He shook his head and breathed like for the first time.

-You better come back with me soon. You can't just steal a kiss from me and run away.- the hunter whispered with worry in his eyes.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Ohana: Part 2

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Word Count: 3,179

Part 1

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“Do you have anyone that needs prosthetics?” You asked Negan as you walked through the building where you had gotten your prosthetic years before.

“We’ve got a guy missin’ an arm. Don’t know what the fuck you can do with that.” You nodded as you pushed open the doctors office door.

“There’s enough information in here that I can learn how to fit a prosthetic. Won’t be top quality but it’ll be better than nothing.” Your eyes scanned the books on the shelves and you smiled slightly at the titles. “Damn this guy read a lot.” You mumbled more to yourself as you pulled out a book called ‘Procedure desk reference’. “This shit’ll come in handy.”

“Dwight! Come grab this shit!” Negan called out as you pulled another thick volume off the shelf titled ‘Physicians' Desk Reference for herbal medication’. 

“Have you guys checked out any doctors offices around here for supplies?” You asked as you handed Dwight the two books and turned to the desk.

“Didn’t think about it, honestly and Carson was fucking useless and didn’t suggest it.” You nodded as you grabbed the two tablets off the desk and yanked the power cords from the wall.

“Here’s a whole list of doctors that should come in handy.” You said as you grabbed the rolodex off the doctor’s desk. “I know he referred me to a psychiatrist, which means mental health drugs. I know this guy is an orthopedic surgeon and he did his surgeries in the same building his office was in, meaning he could have anesthesia. Oh, this guy is pain management and always had some good under the table samples…”

“Well damn, sweetheart. Who fucking knew that dealing with your crazy ass would be so fucking fruitful.” Your face deadpanned as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Shut up.” You muttered as you closed the top to the rolodex and tucked it under your arm. “I gotta go find myself my new leg and see what I can bring back that could be useful.” With a simple nod from Negan, you dipped into the hall and headed down to the therapy room. You stepped around members of the crew, who were searching every single nook and cranny for anything useful, and headed to the room that housed all the prosthetics. 

You walked along the line to find the part of the shelf that had your name on it. You were supposed to get a new leg before the fall and dealing with it after wasn’t on your list of priorities after. With a smile, you pulled the polypropylene and titanium from the shelf and gave it a once over. With a nod, you tucked it under your arm and grabbed the new protective sleeve that came with it as a guttural growl came at you.

“Shit!” You shouted as you lost your balance and toppled to the floor on your ass as one of the dead techs landed beside you. You scooted out of his grasp a little too late and he wrapped his hands around your old prosthetic finally breaking the pylon off the socket. You yanked your stump free and grabbed a limb off one of the shelves.

“Swear to fuck.” You shouted as you ripped off the hand with inhuman strength and stabbed the deadie in the head. Dark brown blood splattered the room as you continued your assault. “Not today, mother fucker. Not- to- day.” When you were sure the asshole was completely dead, you shouted ‘Ooorah’ at the corpse and laid back on the floor with a sigh only to look up at Regina, Simon and Negan.

“I take it back.” Negan said. “Bitch can fucking protect herself.”

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“Hell does that even say?” You asked yourself as you squinted at the God-awful handwriting later that night as you tried to organize Dr. Carson’s notes into some semblance of order. After a moment, you gave up trying to figure out the scribbles and added it to the growing pile of ‘unknowns’ on your bed to your left between you and your sleeping daughter. You grabbed the  next page off the stack as someone knocked softly on your door.

“Yep.” You called out as you added the crumpled up paper to Cam’s pile and looked up at the door. You gave Negan a weak smile as he glanced down the hall before dipping into your room and closing the door behind him.

“How’s it goin’?” He asked as you grabbed the next piece of paper; a paper towel.

“If this man wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him out of principle for being a shitty doctor.” You added the note to Isabelle’s pile and grabbed the next one. “And on top of that, the amount of shit he wasted is disgusting. This Isabelle girl took seventeen pregnancy tests. Seventeen! Are you kidding me?” Negan huffed as he grabbed the chair from your desk and pulled it up to your bed side.

“Well she’s fucking dead and now you’re in charge of the clinic so you can make your own damn rules.” You nodded as you grabbed the next paper and squinted your eyes to try to find a name. “So we’re moving your clinic to a bigger room at the end of this hall for all you’ve fucking pulled off. Make it a little easier on you so you’re not going up and down the fucking stairs all the time, too.” You looked up at him as you set the paper down on Sherry’s pile and cocked your eyebrow. “We grabbed a bed from the fuckin’ hospital and one of those fuckin’ reclining chairs. That and the exam table you got gives you an actual fuckin’ hospital center.” You smiled at him and said a genuine ‘thank you’ but he brushed you off as he pulled something out of his pocket.

“I had the crew put all the shit in there for you to fuckin’ organize how you want it. I know how doctors are about their shit. Here’s the keys. You got the only copies to the med cart we grabbed but I have a copy to the lock we snagged off one of the fuckin’ doors at that second place.” You glanced at the keys in your hand and paused a bit as you saw not only your motorcycle keys but the hand made ‘I love you more’ keychain from Mike’s keyring.

“Damn.” You whispered as you brushed your thumb over your sister’s handwriting. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and nodded. “Thank you.” He nodded his head as he reached out and gently placed his hand on your right thigh.

“I don’t know what the fuck it is about you, baby girl. But you make me wanna break all my own fucking rules.” You huffed a laugh as you jostled the keys in your hand before putting them on your bedside table.

“Oh yea? Like what?” He smirked and shrugged as he massaged his thumb into your thigh.

“Well… had any other prick pulled the stunts you did today and they’d fucking meet Lucille.” Your eyebrows flew to your hair line as he studied your face for your reaction. “The bat.” You pursed your lips and nodded slowly as he continued. “You going on a fucking run… no one gets to just fucking do it. But I fucking let you and I have no fucking idea why I did.”

“Usually it’s because people feel sorry for me because I’m missing a leg.” You said simply with a shrug as you looked down at his hand on your thigh. “So don’t beat yourself up over that shit.” You met his eyes again and you could see him slowly accepting your ‘get out of jail’ card.

“Yea… yea, you must be right.” You nodded at him again as he pulled his hand back to his lap. The two of you stayed quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat. “Well anyways, you’re getting a fucking crew. Get your shit settled, figure out what you have and what you still fucking need. Dwight, Laura, and Gary are yours when they ain’t out with me. You get two trips a month; I can’t fucking afford to lose another doctor and I can’t fucking afford them being gone more often.” You nodded your head as he stood up from the chair and headed toward the door. He hesitated for a moment before looking back at you. “Don’t fucking make me regret this.”

——

“Any allergies that you know about?” You asked for what felt like the millionth time as you gave yet another person a quick physical in your new clinic. The man on your table shook his head as you checked his ears, nose and throat and tossed the cover into a box marked ‘clear’ so you could sterilize them and use them again in the future. You glanced up at him and as you ran your temple thermometer across his forehead. “Any pain, any bumps, or bruises? Scars, past surgeries, anything like that?” You glanced up at the man, who was focused solely on your exposed stump just like every other person you had had come in. With a sigh, you snapped your fingers in front of his face.

“Oh! Shit, sorry. No, no pain, surgeries or weird stuff.” You nodded as you entered in the information in his chart.

“Alright, we’re all set here. Nurse Lilo.” You turned to your daughter with a smile and she held up a lollipop with a smile of her own. The man huffed a laugh and took the offered treat on his way out the door. You let out a sigh as you watched him walk out.

“Mommy… why do they keep starin’ at you?” You saved the new chart quickly and looked up at your five year old with a smile.

“Because they are just curious, baby. They’ve never seen someone who was missing a leg before.” She nodded slowly as she tried to understand while you looked back at your list of people who lived at the Sanctuary you still needed to see.

“How come?” You looked up from your list, which now only consisted of Negan and Brenna, and sighed.

“How come what, sweetheart?” She looked up from your leg and searched your eyes.

“How come they wanna make you feel bad for being different?” You smiled at your little girl, who was too pure for this world, and scooted over to where she was sitting on the big chair from the hospital.

“Because they just don’t get that it can be hurtful. But you have to remember… we can’t control other people. So we just have to ignore them when they’re being rude and hurtful, right?” She nodded at you as you reached out and booped her nose before scooting back over to sanitize your table.

“You’re a good mom.” Negan said softly as he came into the clinic. You looked up at him with a  genuine smile and nodded.

“Thanks. I see you got my message to come see me when you got back?” He huffed a laugh and nodded as you scooted away from the end of the exam table.

“That I did. The fuck do you got for me, doc?” You smiled at him, actually glad he had made it back after his two week excursion to who knows where.

“Physical exam. Take a seat. Nurse Lilo?” Your little girl jumped off the chair and went over to close the door.

“The arm squeezer.” She said as she came over to do her portion of the exam. You helped her up onto your lap as Negan took a seat on your exam table. Brenna got a stern look on her face as you handed her the blood pressure cuff. “Arm please.” Negan chuckled as he took off his ever present leather jacket and offered up his arm while Brenna looked for the little arrow on the blue fabric.

“Line it up with the middle.” You reminded her as you pulled your stethoscope from around your neck. Your patient sat very still as you helped your little helper tighten the cuff around his muscular arm. You put your stethoscope in your ears and set the diaphragm in the crook of his arm as you handed her the pump. 

“Only to one-six-zero.” You reminded her as you clipped the gauge onto the holder and put your hand over hers. Negan watched as Brenna pumped with all her might to get the red line to hit 160 like she was supposed to. She smiled proudly when it finally made it and pulled her hands out from under yours so you could get an accurate reading. You glanced at your watch and could almost hear her whispered counting as you got the systolic and diastolic numbers.

“What’s your count, nurse?” You asked with one more glance at your watch as you let the rest of the air out of the bladder and took off your stethoscope.

“Four.” You nodded at her proudly as you put the blood pressure cuff on the counter and grabbed your tablet.

“What was she counting?” Negan asked as Brenna stood on the rolling stool with a foot on either side of your left thigh and held onto your pony tail for balance.

“Your respirations in fifteen seconds. Now, if you don’t mind, we have to take your pulse.” Negan laughed and nodded.

“Well who the fuck am I to stand in the way of my beautiful doctors?”

“Mommy…” Brenna giggled and you smirked and nodded.

“Yep, Negan says the very bad word a lot.” You watched his cheeks pink the slightest bit as you guided Brenna’s hand to the pulse point in Negan’s neck which was easier for her to feel.

“Sorry.” He said, receiving a glare from Brenna as you put her fingers on his jugular while yours went to the pulse point on his wrist.

“You gots be quiet!” She said to him. “I gots to count.” Negan put on a stern face and zipped his lips as you glanced at your watch.

“Ready?” You asked as you wrapped your arm around her middle so she wouldn’t fall over. “Go.” You forced yourself to tune out her out loud counting, which had gotten a lot better since she started counting people’s pulse a couple weeks before. She did mess up when she hit the teens but you knew she still needed a little more practice with those. “Time.”

“Good job, little doc.” Negan said as he held up his hand for a high five. Brenna hit it as hard as she could and he playfully shook his hand as if he was hurt. “Well daaa….ng, little one. You’re really strong!” She giggled and nodded her head as she sat back down on your legs. “What’s next?”

“Flexes.” She said as you placed a small rubber hammer in her hand and held on to it. “Now this could hurt.” She said sternly as she looked up at him. He nodded and furrowed his brow.

“Ok. I’m ready.” You guided Brenna’s hand and let her tap his knee. Negan, being the good sport he was, kicked his leg out a little dramatically and feigned shock. “Whoa! That’s never done that before! How did you do that?”

“Um…” Brenna said as you shifted her to your other thigh. “It’s a doctor secret so I can’t tell you.” You and your patient both fought to hold back your laugh as she did his other knee, receiving the same result.

“Alright, nurse. Your job here is done for now. Go prepare for your next part. This is our super special patient so you better pick the best one you got.” You said as she handed you the hammer and climbed off your lap. She nodded frantically as she climbed onto her chair and started digging through the bag of slightly stale lollipops for what she thought was the best one for her patient.

“So how am I, doc?” He asked as you added the data to his chart.

“Blood pressure’s normal. Pulse is a little high but it’s not concerning.” He nodded at you as you grabbed your stethoscope and moved your chair to stand up at his side. “Deep breath.” Negan let you finish you exam quietly but you couldn’t help but notice that he was constantly watching you unlike your other patients, who were simply watching your leg dangle. As you wrapped up your exam and asked him the standard general knowledge questions, you sat back down on your stool and smiled. “Well, you seem to be all good in my book.”

“Well that is great to hear.” He said as he put his jacket back on. “Is there anyone here that we need to be concerned about that you didn’t already know about?” You sat back in your chair as you finished inputting the last bit of info into his chart and your brow furrowed.

“Well… um let’s see.” You set your tablet down and looked up at the ceiling to recall the past two weeks of patients. “We have one woman that has severe arthritis but she refuses to leave the garden and I think her husband is in the early, early stages of Alzheimer’s so I’m gunna have to keep an eye on him. I’m gunna try to give Cam a prosthetic but Carson did a great job of butchering his stump so I don’t know if I’ll be able to without causing his nerves unnecessary pain. And other than a pregnancy test for one of those ladies in mourning, everyone was more interested in my stump then…”

“What the fuck did you just say?” You looked over at him and your brow furrowed.

“Which part?”

“Who took the fucking pregnancy test?”

“Oh!” You said as you grabbed your tablet and pulled up the chart, not realizing what you had just done. “Shit which one was… oh here it is. Amber. It came back negative but she was still crying so…” Negan nodded slowly as he pulled a leather glove out of his jacket pocket.

“Thank you. I’m gunna need you down in the fucking hall when you’re done in here. Take Brenna down to the day care first.” You nodded at him slowly as he stood up from the exam table and headed toward the door.

“Wait, your medicine!” Brenna called as she slid off the chair and ran over to him with the lollipop in her hand. He smiled at her as he crouched down at her side.

“Thank you Doctor Lilo. You did a great job today, princess.” She blushed violently as he ruffled her hair and stood back up. “Don’t be long, doc. I don’t like to wait.” You nodded at his back as you closed out Amber’s file and turned off your tablet.

“Alright, B. Let’s get you down to day care so mommy can figure out what’s going on.”

Part 3

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU

New to the AU? Start here!

Chapter 40: What the FUCK is Up Kyle?!

My new job as an independent agent is really what I needed in my life. I can do everything I want to focus on with more time now! My relationship improved and less stress in my life! What more could I ask for?

“Oh girkies, you are not gonna like your new assignment” Jin winced as he entered the room with files in his hands “we all got called upon for different things.”

Mimi opens her file and skims the cover page “I’m getting sent to Hiroshima for a WEEK?!” she slams the file closed “what in the actual fuck!”

I open mine and skim “I’m being summoned to Shinjuku for an undisclosed amount of time” I squint to see if I’m reading the mission briefing “for a new conjugation?” I scowl in confusion “like a new agency or what?”

“That confused me too but then look how it’s coded” Jin tapped on the tab on the file “its Blue, it’s a personal invitation, the person summoning knows you personally and asked specifically for you.”

“But I don’t know anybody out there” I’m more confused “and the crime rate there is pretty low, but I guess if they need me” I sigh and close the file “I guess I should help them.” I do some research on the area and recent crime before I went on the meeting day. Nervous as hell, I show up to this un-marked but guarded building.

“State your identity and purpose” sternly spoke one of the guards.

“I’m Agent 19 of the Emperor’s Coup” I present them with my agent license and agent crest “I’m here for a summoning of high sensitivity.”

“Oh my goodness, it’s her!” gasped the other guard “the agent that knows! ahem, um, please come in and head upstairs to meeting room 2-J.”

“Thank you” I walk in as they moved aside for me “take care.” There was nobody where I first walked in so I just quickly made my way up the stairs, steel toe boots clacking on the tile stairs. It was uneasy feeling to be alone in this place, no trace of others occupying the space, just empty office cubicles. I get to the meeting room and the glass wall to look in was boarded off like nobody is supposed to know what or who’s inside. I slip on my anti-prints gloves on and put my left hand on my holster, whatever the hell is behind that door, I wasn’t going to risk it. I knock “Hello? Anybody in there? This is Agent 19 of-” before I could finish my sentence, I heard hollering inside of the room and bust open the door “FREEZE!” I do my power stance and get my gun locked and loaded.

“Please don’t shoot! Put the gun down!” it was a very familiar whiny voice.

I lower my gun and saw a familiar mix of pro heroes “Midoriya?!” I identify the green clad man, I put my gun back in my holster “Oh man, what the fuck is up?!” I took a better look around “Oh shit Tenya, I didn’t know you got summoned too.”

“I was wondering why Midoriya wasn’t telling us who he recruited” he wiped his glasses “he was saying it was somebody we could trust and knows about his secret.”

“Well now that I have everyone here, please take a seat” Midoriya motioned me to sit as everyone else readjusted themselves “there’s somebody after my secret and they know somewhat about it. Lately somebody is getting a little too close to me to know more and I just know it’s the League of Villains.”

“They’re STILL at it?” I blurt “but one of their most powerful left the group about a year ago, how are they functioning?”

“See, we didn’t know that” Mina responded to me “but we suspect it’s one of us.”

“And that’s what makes it hard to know” Midoriya sighed “that’s why I recruited you, over the years of living and working with us, you know more about our habits and routine.”

“So you want me to find the traitor among y’all huh?” I pieced the logic together and he nodded “easy peasy! Why didn’t you say so earlier?!” I whipped out my gun and pointed to Mineta.

“IT’S NOT ME! SWEAR! PLEASE DON’T SHOOT ME!” Mineta literally cried and sobbed like the little bitch he is.

“Dang, I really hoped it was him” I pouted and put my gun away.

“You should’ve made the shot anyways” Jiro sneered.

“Okay, what do you need us to do to determine the traitor?” Midoriya reshifted to the pressing matter.

I scan the room “well, not to be that bitch but we gotta get on lockdown” the room erupts in murmuring “I haven’t seen or talked to some of you guys since my rise to fame. Think of it as a sleepover! Where we go home after I solve a puzzle.”

“So be it! Nobody is to leave this building until she figures it out.”

And so we all just awkwardly hang out in one space. I was more on guard than anyone else there, seeing all these old classmates again got me a little fucked up. I decide to explore the building a bit when something a little strange happens.

“Wait up, where are you going?” Tenya asked me as I wander away from the group “can I come?”

“You can come along” I said as I pointed to the stairwell “I wanted to see more of this building.” As we walk up the stairs, I wonder if this is MY Tenya. I hate to think those things but only one way to find out. “Hey question, what did I cook for breakfast today?”

“You made huevos rancheros with toast because we had too much sliced bread before grocery shopping day” he described with no hesitation.

“Whew okay” I sighed in relief “I was going to go feral if you were the traitor.”

“I know baby” he held my hand as we got to the next floor “I’d never betray my friends or you, plus I have a lead on who it may be.”

“What’s the suspicion?”

“I wasn’t feeling too keen around some of the girls” he lowered his voice “usually they’d ask me about you but today only Mina and Uraraka asked while Momo, Kendo, Tsuyu and Jiro didn’t.”

“That is some odd behavior” I pondered as I walked around the third floor “in that case, lets go back down there, I have a plan.” I teleport us back to the others and checked if that provoked any type of new reaction. Noting unusual yet, the day progressed and it was night time when I came up with a new idea.

“Hey Shoto” I whispered to get his attention “come! I have to ask you something.”

“What is it Ita?” he jogged over to me “why are you hiding behind these boxes?”

“Can I borrow your face?” I asked as he leaned in for me to copy his quirk “Hmm, you’re definitely not the traitor” I take my hand off his face “also, how’s Touya? I haven’t swung by to see how’s the fam.”

“Oh he’s doing great, he asks about you time to time” a smile breaks on his face “he has a crush on you and it’s silly because you’re with Iida-kun now and Touya is just being irrationally jealous.”

“Oh bitch that’s cute” I giggle and stand up from my hiding place “I’m hungies! TENYA!”

“YES?!” he yells from a distance.

“I’M HUNGIES!”

“YOU HUNGIES?! WHAT DOES YOUR TUM TUM WANT?”

“NEED MEAT! AND NOODLES AND KISSIES!” I look around at the others to see their reactions to our baby talk.

“Ugh that’s cringe” Kaminari said disgusted “I’d never get pussy whipped like that! My girl does things for herself.”

Jiro stabs Kaminari with her jacks “Stupid he’s not pussy whipped! It’s called loving your partner and communicating” she huffed “you never want to do couple things with me like that!”

From the sounds and looks of their argument, I’d say Jiro and Kaminari aren’t the traitors. I turn to Kendo, I haven’t seen her since graduation and I really want to know what’s going on in her life.

“Yo Kendo, haven’t talked to you in a hot minute” I opened up casually.

“Yeah! Since graduation but I’ve been doing well” she smiled “heard about you and Iida finally dating. I’ve been going strong with Tetsutetsu, 3 years now.”

“Oh wow I didn’t know you two were dating, we should go on a double date sometime!” I really missed out on a lot, last I heard, Yuka and Tetsu were still together “it’s so weird how time has flown by and you just forget to keep in touch.”

“Yea, I was shocked to find out about Shinso breaking up with you” she put her hand on my shoulder “I was really rooting for you two to get married and such but he just ran off like that. But now that he’s back in Chiyoda, I’m sure we’ll all get reunited as some point.”

“Wait, he’s in Chiyoda?”

“Yea, he moved in a few months back with Monoma” she pulled up a picture on her phone “see, Tetsu and I went to see him when he moved in.”

I looked at the picture, it was all four of them in the living room just hanging out. Shinso looked different, it was just strange to me that he lived with me and I’ve been trying to chase him down for years for closure. “What a cozy home, I heard about the suburbs there being a really nice place for peaceful living.” I said to prevent myself from breaking down. So Kendo wasn’t the traitor either, it now comes down to Momo, Tsuyu, Kirishima, Ojiro and Tokoyami. I later determine that Momo, Kirishima and Tokoyami aren’t the traitor because they used their quirks and interacted with me like they usually do. It’s 2am and it’s down to Oijiro and Tsuyu.

“Are you doing alright love?” Tenya softly asked as I was floating around “can’t think?”

“It’s so hard to determine between the two” I sigh “I can’t think of another method! Too hungry to think straight” I loosed my uniform collar “and stuffy, wheres the thermostat?”

“I believe Kirishima found it in that weirdly spacious break room on this floor”

“Thanks, I’m going to clear my head” I floated down to walk “I’ll be back in a few.” I make my way to the break room and to my surprise Tsuyu was already there boiling water “Oh hey, couldn’t sleep?”

“Nope, I miss my bed.” she spoke tiredly.

Something wasn’t quite right on how she was speaking to me “Same here, but hows the fam?” I start to make casual conversation to not raise suspicion “I remember you saying that little bro wanted to follow in your footsteps.”

“Oh yea it’s almost time for him to make the decision” she poured the hot water into a cup “they grow up so fast.”

As she was talking, I locate the thermostat and start to drop the temperature “They sure do! Say, we haven’t spent quality time in a long time” I stop the thermostat at 49 degrees “we should organize a reunion cook out! Have yall together like this oddly makes me miss yall!”

“Oh that sounds lovely!” she smiled “I missed having you around too!”

Tenya walks in the room shivering “Hey is the thermostat broken? It’s too cold.”

I felt the chill of the temperature drop and saw that Tsuyu wasn’t even flinching... that’s not very frog-like of her.

“Will you get me my visor from the meeting room dear?” I politely asked Tenya “I’m going to try to fix it.” I wait for him to walk out the room to slam the door closed and get locked and loaded “THE GIG IS UP IMPOSTER!”

“What are you talking about 19! It’s me!” she was frightened.

“Say my name then” I cock my gun “my real name.”

The sweat pours from her face and her eyes read ‘I’m in danger!’ “Um...Ai-” I didn’t let them finish and I just shot them in the leg. Instantly, their body melted into grey sludge. Everyone ran to the room in high alert.

“What happened? Who was it?!” cried out Midoriya.

“It was a Tsuyu clone” I put all the pieces together “I noticed her speech was different, no ‘kero’ at the end of her sentences. Plus when I dropped the temp to almost freezing, she didn’t get into hibernation mode.” I came to a terrifying realization “where’s the real Froppy?”

The others gasped and franticly tried to reach out to her and the agency she works at to know her whereabouts. It didn’t take long to find out she was safe at home and didn’t know that she was summoned to this meeting. The tempering of this information started at work, to my surprise, it was the work of the League of Villains. If I didn’t already rescue Touya, I would’ve thrown hands instantly! But I have to keep things undercover until I catch the mimic villain or I’ll be a victim of their game.

-3 weeks later-

“Thank you again for inputing a system in our agency” thanked Midoriya as I was installing said system “I knew I could depend on you!”

“No need for all that, I’m just doing what I do best” I press the activate button and start inputing some code “aaaand it’s loaded up and ready to serve! With this new boost to your already existing security system” I pat the device on the wall “this baby will keep the imposters and villains away.”

“That’s incredible!” awed Midoriya “I never thought you’d be a security tech mogul that’d save my livelihood.”

“Shut up, you’re still a broccoli ass twink!” I punched his arm playfully “don’t forget who protected you and Bakugo’s ass back in the day!”

“I suppose it’s all the same” he laughed “let me treat you to lunch! Ochako and I want to say our thanks.”

“Sure, I didn’t have lunch plans anyways” I shrugged as we headed up stairs to the main floor of the agency.

“Great! Let me get my bag” he jogged to the locker room “I’ll be right back!”

I stand there and check my phone for any updates from work. Today was my day off from CEO work but lately the company has been swamped with custom orders and consultations since we added rabbits and reptiles to our companion line. I’m just waiting to get called in by Beizu or Jin to help them out with coat production or new consultations.

“Oh my goodness! If it isn’t Miss CEO herself!” said a very familiar voice.

I look around and don’t see anybody looking my way or trying to get my attention “Who the hell said that?”

“On your left”

I look to my left and there was a face on the wall “oh...it’s you” I said flatly and uninterested “Hello Mirio.”

“Aww you don’t sound excited to see me!” he completely phased out of the wall.

“I’m never excited to see you, I’m not a teenager” I didn’t have to look down to know he was naked “and please for love of SIR NIGHTEYE put on some pants!”

“I heard my name” sternly spoke Nighteye himself “Togata please put on some pants, you’re embarrassing me in front of our esteemed partner here.”

“Yes Sir!” Mirio phased away, almost comical like.

“He was much more bearable without the quirk” he rubbed his temples “at least I didn’t have to get my eyes harassed by nudity in the workplace!” the man sighed as he fixed his glasses “Miss Palma, I thank you for your services, they mean a lot to me. My visions have changed now that you’ve installed that security boost.”

“Didn’t you foresee me installing it?” I questioned his statement, I didn’t believe my choice made that much of a change.

“I didn’t, I think you’re an anomaly to this timeline” he smiled “that’s a good thing, you’ve altered the fates of everyone and everything you come across with, including your own.”

“I have?”

“Yes, thanks to you, a second war between villains and heroes has been replaced by a time of peace” I see the glow of his quirk “and see myself aging gracefully into old age instead of dying before I get a chance to retire.”

“If you say so” I smiled “then I guess it’s what I do best.”

Midoriya jogged back “Sir! Palma-san and I were going to lunch with Ochako” he stopped in front of us “was there something you needed?”

“Oh no, I was just talking” he turned to go back to his office “have a good lunch, tell your wife I said hello.”

We head to lunch and Ochako dropped the biggest news on me.

“You’re pregnant?!” I nearly choked on my water “Oh my god congrats you two! When are you due?”

“In May! I’m so excited to be a mom!” she gushed “but it looks like you have some news to tell us too!”

“I...don’t?” I said confused as they leaned in and looked at my hands.

“You have a ring on, are you and Iida-kun getting married?!” Midoriya had a big dumb smile on his face “how did he propose?!”

“Oh I bet he made it extra perfect with flowers and candles-” Ochako was getting into the fantasy before I interrupted her.

“He hasn’t popped the question yet, I told him to take his time with asking me” I pointed to my ring “this is my official Emperor’s Coup Agent ring. Engagement rings go on the left hand, this is on my right hand.”

“But Palma-san, why aren’t you married yet?” Ochako asked my curiously “you and Shinso were so close that everyone thought you’d get married first. But now that you’re with Iida-kun and seem to have a better dynamic, why take your time for marriage?”

“Well, I learned that nothing good comes out of impatience. I love Tenya with all of my heart, body and soul BUT I want him to feel like he doesn’t have to trap me with marriage right away” I wipe my mouth of the water I choked on earlier “he’s learning how to love me and be a better partner everyday, with all the effort he puts in to make me feel loved, I’m not worried about marriage or kids. Our time will come.”

“I didn’t think of it like that” Midoriya thought about what I said “you must really love him to have him take his time.”

The subject was dropped for the rest of lunch and we parted ways. I got home to wait for Tenya to get out of work but I slipped into deep thought. I’m 23, with 24 fast approaching, all my old classmates are getting married or having kids at this point...my biological clock is ticking and I don’t know if I can carry a baby past my prime. Maybe I should stop my birth control? What a shitty way to make me feel like I’m wasting my prime years on making robotic animals and crunching crime statistics! I try to make myself not fall further into this hole by playing my cheer up playlist but then I fell down the Joji hole and got emo.

“I’m home” Tenya said as he entered the house “I don’t like the sound of that music, that’s some sad hours music” he checked the time “it’s almost 7! Sad hours isn’t for another 5 hours!” he opened the office door to see me slow whip to Fried Noodles (Getter Remix)  in my Ingenium hoodie and fuzzy socks “this... is a mood that I don’t understand” he rubbed his chin “what happened?”

“I’m just tryna vibe again” I slow dabbed “the Midoriyas got me fucked up on their vibe, I’ve been a bad mood since I got home but I’ll get over it” I sigh “I didn’t cook a whole lot, I diced some fish and tossed it in some sauces to make poke and there’s rice.”

“Oh alright, I’m here if you want to talk about it some more” he coaxed her to open up more “come eat with me.”

“I already ate, I was trying to get a hold of one of my friends right now” I floated back to my computer desk “it might take a while, so just eat and I’ll come to bed soon.”

“You ate already?” he was a little taken back from this sudden change “well, don’t come to bed too late.” He closed the door behind him to eat dinner, by himself. Tenya didn’t read too much into her dismissive behavior as she teleported to her side of the bed at bedtime. 

-The next day, at work-

“Thanks for the extra hand Iida-kun!” Sero thanked Tenya for helping him at a moment’s notice “I really needed help with crowd control today! Who knew the shopping district was going to be this wild today?!”

“It’s no problem! I’m happy to help” Tenya chirps as he takes off his helmet in the safety of the agency building “it’s been a while since I’ve seen you and the others here!”

“Oh shucks Iida-kun, with a girl like Palma-san, I’d be too busy to spend time with the boys too” he nudged “how are you and Palma-san? Anything exciting?!”

“Nothing exciting lately, she’s just really busy but it’s all good” Tenya recalled last night “just last night she was doing work even though it was her day off! So busy that she didn’t cook and ate before I got home for dinner.”

Sero’s smile disappeared “Wait, did she just make rice and made a quick cold dish and told you to serve yourself?”

“Yes actually! She made poke.”

“Oh man F in the chat fellas” Sero pray squatted and Tetsutetsu, Kaminari and Sato followed suite.

“What are you-”

“Iida-kun what did you do to that poor girl?” asked Sato “she never gets upset.”

“I didn’t do anything, she said the Midoriya’s ruined her vibe” he recalled “she said she’ll get over it and it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Naw my man” Tetsutetsu put his arm around Tenya “when your girl does things without you and puts the least amount of effort on dinner, she’s mad at you.”

“She didn’t look-”

“Next thing you know, she’ll be going out with her friends again and stop cooking for you altogether” Sero puts his hand on Tenya’s shoulder “she’s mad because she caught baby fever! Ochako’s preggo and all the girls they know are catching it.”

“I don’t think she wants to have a baby right now” he chopped “we aren’t even married.”

“Even worse! Dude you gotta propose soon or she’s going to leave you” Kaminari warned “do you at least spice it up in the bedroom?”

“We have fun in bed” he turns red in embarrassment “that’s none of your business!”

Sero shakes his head “Oh boy, what did we keep telling you in high school?! DON’T WAIT OR YOU’LL LOSE HER TO SOMEONE ELSE!”

“Thank you for your concerns but we’re fine” he politely said even though he wants to yell “we don’t need any meddling in our relationship, when the time is right, I’ll ask for her hand.”

“If you say so Iida-kun” Sero pat his head “she’s unpredictable.”

This bothered Tenya all day, in his mind he knows it’s illogical for her to run off because of her line of work and in his heart he’s confident that she’ll be loyal and voice her burdens. 

“I’m home” he called out as routine.

“I’m in the room!” called out Ita.

He walks up to the room and saw her get ready for a night out “What all this for?” she turned around and he saw that she was wearing the boob window dress “that’s a new dress.”

“I’m going out remember?” I put on my earrings “it’s Mimi’s birthday and we’re going to Daggers.”

“Oh that’s right!” he forgot that she told him 2 weeks ago “you look really tempting in that dress” he put his hand on her shoulder “are you sure we can’t have a little bit of fun before you go?”

“Babe please, the limo is going to be here any minute to come for me” I block his attempt at a quicky “maybe when I get home” I kiss his cheek “I made beef stew, help yourself” I get a text and saw that it was Jin asking me to teleport to Mimi’s place “oof gotta go! I’ll be back before sun up, love you.”

She teleported away before he had a chance to say it back. As he ate dinner alone, he wondered if what the others were right and he should just ask her despite what she said. The days and weeks pass and she’s getting held up at work some nights and there’s no dinner ready or there’s a cold-dish and rice dinner for him on nights she was on-call. Tenya was scared, it’s December and everything that the boys warned him about happened except for her leaving him.

“You have one request from Mama to video-call, would you like to answer?” yipped Muffin 2.0.

“Yes please, pull it up on the office computer” I get up from the couch “I gotta take this, it’s important.”

“Is there something wrong?” asked Tenya as he paused the movie they were watching “don’t you want to answer it on the widescreen?”

“Not this time, I’ll explain later” I dash to the stairs “keep watching without me, it’s cool and I might take a while.”

Tenya sat in silence, staring at the paused screen. It’s her day off and the first one in a while where she wasn’t occupied with something and actually spent time with him. To be fair it was a half day for him but still. They’ve gotten into arguments on her scheduling and sleeping habits, but only because he brought them up to understand why they haven’t spent any time together. He feels like she’s bending his way and isn’t happy. After nearly an hour, she pops back down stairs.

“How was it?”

“Hm? Oh it looks like my family is going to be alright” I was confused for a bit “my brother got injured and they couldn’t afford treatment for a while, I sent them money a few weeks ago to cover everything and my brother is going to be alright.”

“Oh that’s good to hear” he was washed over with relief “also, it’s dinner time, come help me cook.”

I check the time “Cook? Well I guess, it’s already 7″ I sigh with a little lazy groan “let me get my phone real quick.”

At that moment, Tenya was struck with realization, he forced routine onto her! She’s not having fun because of the lack of chaos, she THRIVES in chaos and disorder! He has to think quick!

“Actually, gets go out to eat”

“Go out? But I’m not in the mood for a sit-down restaurant” I whined “I wanna stay in my fuzzy pants and hoodie.”

“That’s fine” he smirked “lets go to McDonalds.”

“Deadass?!” I yelled as I could not believe he suggested it “well lets hop in my car and-”

“No babe, I’M driving” he grabbed his keys before she could argue “I know you love the seat warmers on high.”

“Oh si? alrighty then” I jump onto his back “lets go! I’m hungies.”

We get to the drive through and Tenya realizes that the last time he had McDonalds was in High school only because Ochako and Midoriya were broke and didn’t want him to pay for their food.

“What’s good at McDonalds?” he asked her “do they still have those little cheese burgers?”

“Tenya, did your parents not love you enough to take you to McDonalds past the age of 5?” I question as I know it’s common knowledge what’s good at McDonalds because of all the advertisements on tv and in public “personally, the triple cheeseburgers and sweet tea are my go to’s but anything on the deluxe menu is the good stuff.”

“Can you order for me?” he asked shyly, like a child asking their mother for help “I trust your food judgment and I don’t know what to get.”

When it was our turn to order, I ordered all of my favorites like the McMuffins, Triple cheeseburgers, nuggets, a cone, McDonald’s Sprite and Sweet Tea. I got recognized only because I frequent that McDonalds.

“Okay we should go home and-” I say as I set the food on my side of the car with a cone floating in my face.

“Lets go eat at the peer-over” Tenya interrupted her “I don’t want to go home to eat.”

I was in shock “Excuse me Mr. Don’t Eat In My Car! but did you just suggest we eat in YOUR car?” I watch him nod and flip his turn signal the opposite way from home “well if you say so.” We park at the peer-over and we’re the only car there. To be fair it was too cold to go on the walking trail that connects to the peer over and it was dark. We start eating and Tenya gets his first taste of that McDonald’s Sprite.

“Oh that’s why the boys get large cups of this” he shivers a bit “it tastes like electricity.”

“RIGHT?! It will baffle me on why it tastes better than canned or anyone else’s Sprite!” I laugh as I see him another sip and shiver again “what impulsed you to do this?” I poked his forehead “what’s going on in here?”

“I just felt the need to try something new” he didn’t want to admit the truth “and I thought you might want to go out because it’s been a while since we went on a date.”

“Hm...” I didn’t believe him and squinted at him “fine, keep your secrets” I eat my triple cheeseburger “but it has been a while since we’ve gone on a date, routine got me fucked up.”

That made Tenya’s jazz music stop in his head, she just confirmed his fear. What is he going to do?! What can he do to make the situation better or change? “Yeah! Isn’t it nice to just get away from home for a bit?”

“Yeah, it’s nice” I pulled the seat recliner all the way down so I could lay down and eat “I needed this, I love you.”

He reclined back too to see her better, the most he looks at her, the more he feels at ease. It’s a full moon tonight and the moonlight peers through the sunroof and illuminates her. In his mind, this was a sign from the universe and who was he to ignore the universe?

“I could get used to this sight” he sighed lovingly at her messy eating, a fry in her hair, licking the sauce from her fingers “from now, into forever.”

“Heh was that a proposal?” I joked at what he said because it sounded overly romantic for what’s actually going on.

He grabbed her hand and held it with both of his hands “Yes actually” he cleared his throat “I want to spend the rest of my life in your world, your the disorder that balances my routine, the spice in my food and the moonlight when the daylight leaves. Will you marry me?”

I couldn’t believe what was going on that I almost dropped my nugget “Oh Tenya, of course I’ll marry you!” I laughed and almost started crying “how the hell did I end up getting off guard like that! You sneaky little boy!”

“I can’t believe you said yes! To be honest I didn’t set out with the intention of proposing” he laughed with me “but the universe was swaying me to ask you at this moment” he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles “No ring or anything, just my aching heart and soul.”

“I don’t care if you gave me the biggest pearl in the ocean or the rarest rock in the galaxy” I squeezed his hand “I don’t need a ring to prove that you love me, money can’t buy what we have.”

They spent the rest of the evening scheming how they were going to tell their family and friends. It was exciting to see how this new chapter in their lives was going to unfold, in more ways than one.

To be continued...

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