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waywardscorpio · 2 years ago

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Taglist: @callmekda @braunstrowmangirl @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-loo @scuzmunkie @fanfiction-san

Title: Touch Her I’ll Kill You!

A/n: The outfit I created and is described in the fanfic below. I hope you all enjoy

Chapter: 2

Warning's: some violence, cursing, Smut, Praising Kink, spanking, DADDY KINK (Not even sorry. alright don't come for me), BREEDING KINK (HAHAHA I REFUSE TO APOLOGIZE), Scratching, Claiming, Biting kink, possible impregnation, Alpha!Baron, Omega!Reader. ABO Dynamics, fluff ending {Maybe.}

*Y/N's POV*

I was walking with Alexa, to go shopping for an outfit for Baron and I, are qgoing to have a special night tonight. "Y/N, I've said it a million times you will look amazing in anything you pick out for tonight." She said getting sassy with me, causing me to giggle. "But what if people stare at me when I walk into work? Are you sure about this outfit? it's not slutty or trampy?" I asked her being serious. "No, it isn't. I wore something like this when I mated my first night. And who cares if anyone stares at you or says shit. They're just gonna be jealous of Baron, getting you and not them." She said poking me. "Okay," I said as we walked into a lingerie store. "Now let's get you something sexy to go underneath this little sexy outfit of yours." She said as we looked around at all the bras and panty sets they had and other items they had as well.

I found the perfect pair of panty and bra set to go with the dress, heels, ring, necklace, and earrings, and makeup look for tonight. "Okay, I think I have everything for tonight," I said to Alexa. "Yay! Alright, let us get food and head to the hotel to get you dressed for tonight. We have 4 hours at least till I have to be ready. Do you wanna go get something to eat?" I asked as I looked at Alexa. "Yes, I am starving." She replied as we finished up checking out. We walked down the sidewalk looking at different places to eat. "Omg, they have the best chicken tacos ever." She said pointing at a place she has been to before. "Let's go in here," I said, wanting to try the place out. She clapped her hands happily. "Okay." She walked and requested a table for two privately so we could eat without guys or women coming upon us when we are trying to eat. We aren't bothered by the fans, just Paparazzi who like to try and invade our personal lives.

"Y/N and Alexa, may we have your autographs please if you don't mind?" a girl asked softly looking at us. I nodded and signed the picture of Alexa and me. She handed it to Alexa next who signed it next. "Thank you!" She said before walking over to her friends again. I ordered an extra large chicken tacos combo meal with a shake. Alexa got a large taco salad with a smoothie. "So tonight's the night Baron gets his big break at possibly getting the title again and my first ever shot at the WWE Women's title. On top of it all, I'm finally going to give myself to Baron. I'm ready to make everything official." I said to Alexa. "I'm so proud of you. You truly have come so far." She said, smiling at me. "I know I was nervous my first time with my mate too. It is truly normal for Omegas to be worried about the first time with their mate." She said reassuring me everything is normal with what I was feeling. I smiled at her "Thank you. We have seen each other naked. But he wanted me to absolutely be sure I wanted to mate with him for eternity." I said shyly. Alexa understood "My mate was the same way. Does Randy, know you're gonna give yourself to Baron completely?" She asked because she knows how protective Randy is over me. "He does. He supports me through this." I replied to her as our food was set in front of us. "That is good." She said smiling. We chatted for a little while longer while we ate our food.

After we finished our food and dessert, Alexa and I went to walk around for a little bit longer before the show. After our walk was over, we headed to the hotel and got ready for the show tonight. I got dressed in the bra and panty set, dress, heels, necklace, and ring. I finished off my outfit with a sexy yet casual makeup look. Not too much makeup though because Baron always thought I looked better without it. "Oh damn girl. Yassss Queen. You gonna knock Corbin off his feet. You're gonna have other alpha's wanting you," Alexa said to me. I blushed as I fixed my dress. "Alright I am ready to go."

Alexa finished her makeup for tonight, and we headed to the arena. Before I stepped out of the car I checked my reflection and smiled happily at how well the outfit went together.

"Careful Darlin' you may get someone hurt tonight,' ' Naomi said walking over with Jimmy, Jey, and Roman. I giggled a little "Is it too much?" I asked. "Nope, it is perfect." She said. "You're gonna knock him out of his socks," Jey said, patting my shoulder. "I hope so," I said to him as we walked into the WWE center. As soon as I walked in the doors divas and wrestlers started talking and commenting on the outfit. Comments such as 'Baron is a lucky motherfucker' and 'I wanna bang her.' and I shall not repeat the other comments some of them had said.

I heard Baron fighting with someone and it didn't sound like it was a practice fight either. "Baron?" I said walking towards the noises I heard. Alexa and a few others heard the fight going on. "Y/N stay away you don't need to see this" A ref said to me as he tried to keep me back from the scene that had unfolded. I heard Baron bellow with anger at a male whose voice I recognized. "Jeff, if you ever say such appalling and vulgar things about Y/N again, I will end your life and that is a sure promise," Baron said, reaching for him again but he was being restrained by about five other superstars and a ref. "What are you gonna do about it? Oh, I have found what makes you vulnerable haven't I?" Jeff said darkly to Baron adding to the rage that was already burning inside of him. "Why don't you get a soulmate that doesn't dress like a slut." Jeff said just to get under Baron's skin.

"You done fucked up!" Baron said getting out of the grasp of the males holding him back furthermore he started fighting with Jeff, after that last statement. I heard what Jeff said and my anxiety kicked in and I tried to leave. But my exit was being blocked by Alexa and Naomi. "Please let me leave, Jeff is right," I said. Baron heard me and it pissed him off to the core. Baron picks him up by his throat and straight throws him through a glass window. Jeff stumbles as he gets to his feet. "This isn't the end, Corbin. Watch yourself." He said as he was escorted out of the building.

Baron was still fuming as his chest rises and falls. I stood there in one spot looking at him. I wanted to go to him but knew it's best I let him come to me first. Alexa nudged her friend forward "go it's okay." She said looking at him then me. Naomi nods "Go it's okay. He needs you. You trust him and he needs to see that too" she said urgering me with some confidence. It was now down to about ten people including two refs, Big E and Roman holding Baron now.

*Third Person*

Y/n nods and looks at him. Naomi stops two of the security guards from trying to pull her back which added to Baron's agitation "I wouldn't do that" she told them. The guards watched. "Baron, I'm right here. I'm safe." Y/n started off by letting him know it is her and she is safe and unharmed. Baron wanted to run worried he would harm her. But Y/n had a hold on him like no other woman could ever have. The cameras were cut off and everything was on hold at the moment. He stood frozen in place no longer trying to break the holds of the men. "May I?" She asks, raising her hand to reach for him. His eyes soften for her and he gives a slight nod. "Yes" he said verbally letting her know it was okay to reach or touch him. He wouldn't admit but he was putty in her hands any day.

“Alright you two I want y’all to leave early.” Steph said as she walked up to them. “But he has a match tonight?” Y/n said, looking at him. “We can pick the matchup next week,'' Braun Stroman said as walks up. “Are you sure Bruan?” Baron asked him. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ll find a substitute for the night” He replied to Baron with a smile patting his shoulder.

Baron walked with Y/n to go get hers and his stuff from their shared dressing room. “I’ll order us food once we get back to the hotel room,” Y/n said gently. Y/n could sense that Baron was still riled up from the altercation between him and Jeff. Baron looked down at her as they walked into the room. “What is on your mind?” He asks her as he starts gathering their stuff up from around the room. “You are” She said, looking at him, not hesitating to answer his question. He stops and turns to look at her. “What about me?” He asks, setting the bags down next to her as he stands in front of her. “I’m ready for you to take me fully as yours. I’ve thought about it.” She said softly, looking up at him. The words that just came out her mouth made him forget everything that went on and focused solely on her. He would've waited a lifetime for her to say them words if he had to. “Let's get out of here quickly because I will take you here and now if we don’t” He said his breath fanning over her. She reached down, picking her bag and purse up. “If at any time you want me to stop, tell me.” He said talking softly to only her as they walked to his car. “I will,” She promised as she smiled softly up at him. He took her bags from her except her purse, he set them down behind the car and took her hand and walked her to the passenger door opening it and helping her in. “I could’ve put my bags in.” She said looking up at him “Not a chance my Dove, it’s job to take care of the heavy bags and lifting” He said stopping her in her tracks before she could say anything else.

He walks behind the car and opens the trunk putting everything into the trunk of the car and shutting the trunk. He walked around the car to get into the driver seat, once he was in the driver seat he started the car and pulled out of his parking spot. He started the drive to the hotel room first but thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to do that since he was about to mate Y/n which would put both of them in a vulnerable position. He pulled his phone out and called Steph and Triple H. “I’m not going to disclose where I’ll be because I’m taking Y/n somewhere safe to mate her fully.” He said to them over the phone. “Alright that is a good idea considering when mating it will put you both in danger and you’d both be vulnerable. Be safe and call if you need us for anything.” He said to Baron before hanging up.

“Alright Baby I need you to turn your phone off please?” He asks her. Y/n nods, turning her phone off and as he turns his own phone off. “What is your safe word?” He asks her. “Plum” Y/n answered his question. Her vanilla and plum scent got stronger making it slightly hard for him not to pull over and take her in the backseat and her panties were soaked from just his voice alone to the point she had to squeeze her thighs together. Didn’t help either when his pinewood and musk smell rained over her the stronger it got. “I trust you, Baron” Y/n said, looking over at him as she spoke. “You have no idea how much you mean to me. I ain’t ever been this scared to lose someone in my life. I wouldn’t forgive myself if you got hurt because of me.” He said to her, “Baron nothing is going to happen.” She said her voice was firm with him. Baron’s cock was hard in his jeans which made his jeans feel tighter.

Baron drove to a secluded cabin three hours away from the hotel. He got out of the car and walked around opening the door for her holding his hand out for her, Y/n took his hand and stepped out of the car shivering as the cool night air hit her already warm skin. He shut the car door and picked her up bridal style and walked through the door of the cabin. “I’m going to lock up all the windows and doors tightly. You go get ready upstairs while I do so.” He said to her as he set her down on her feet. She nods softly as she leans up and pulls him down for a quick heated kiss before walking upstairs, her hips swaying side to side. “Yes Daddy” She said nonchalantly as she was walking up the steps to the room. “Baby be careful throwing that word around otherwise I’ll fuck you till I get you pregnant with my baby(s)” He called out to her. She moans under her breath at his words and the mere thought of him railing her to get her pregnant made her thighs clench. She may or may not have dreamed several nights about making him a Dad. Meanwhile down stairs Baron was locking up the windows and doors, so he knew it would be nearly impossible for anyone to get into the cabin. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants so they felt looser and not squeezing his cock. Baron himself had several dreams of fucking Y/n for days on end till she was pregnant with his baby(s). He knew she would look fucking amazing round and pregnant with their baby(s). The thought of her begging for him to fuck her till she was whimpering went straight down to his cock making it twitch

She got an idea as she stripped down to nothing but her lingerie, laid on the bed and started to slowly run her fingers down between her thighs lazily rubbing her throbbing core through her panties. She let out soft moans as her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips. Baron’s footsteps had been so light that she didn’t hear him come upstairs. He quietly dropped his pants and boxers as he leaned against the doorway, eyes focused on her entire body, from her lips to her legs. Her soft moans made his head spin and knees weak. After a few moments of her fingers rubbing her clit, she let out a small whine of his name close to the edge of cumming. He was quick to push off the doorframe and over to the bed in a few quick strides as he reached down pulling her hand away, causing a whine to rip through her chest as her eyes snapped open and she looked at him pleadingly. “Nooo. Please I needed to come” She half whimpers and chokes out. Her whines pulled at his alpha.

He got onto the bed and between her thighs. “May I?” Baron asked for her permission to pull her panties off. “Yes” She replied, picking her hips up off the bed, while he pulled them off to make it easier for him to do so. He tossed her panties to the side and reached under her skillfully, unclasping her bra and pulling it off and tossing it somewhere. She covers herself shyly for a moment before his hands go to pull her arms away from her body so he could see her. “Don’t hide Baby you are beautiful” Baron said making her blush softly. “Safe word?” He asks, wanting her to repeat it even if he knew it. “Plum” She said knowing it was his way of easing his own worries.

“Good girl” He said to her as he lay on his stomach between her legs. Y/n lifts her head up to look down at him, she could see only his eyes staring up at her from between her legs as his tongue licks over her already sensitive clit, his eyes darkened with lust once he hears the whimpering moan leave her lips and her hands go to his hair “Baron, oh” She rocks her hips earning a smack to the side of her ass causing her to moan out as he growls around her clit suckin’. The amount of pleasure that she was getting from just his mouth alone was enough to have her head spinning. He pulls away slowly sucking on her clit still coming off her with a pop as he takes his left arm and wraps his around her waist holding her down, as he pushes his index and middle finger into her moving them slowly, he then dipped his head back down wrapping his lips around clit again moving his fingers a little quicker once he hears the sweet sultry moans coming from her throat. “Oh Daddy fuck. Just like that!” Her words came out a little breathy the closer she got to coming again.

She was stuck in place from his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her from moving. “Please don’t stop. Oooo shit fuck there” She whimpers out when his fingers found her g-spot. “Shit ain’t no one ever found that spot before” She had tears in her eyes from pleasure as her breath picked up from getting closer and closer. “Good means ain’t no one able to please you the way I am about to and always going to Dove” He said, pulling her hips closer to his face as he went back to devouring her pussy again and pumping his fingers in and out of her. “Oh I’m cumming Daddy. Please let me cum.” She said, begging him.

Her words made him feral and the begging drove him to a new level. “Oh you need to cum Dove? Hmm? How bad do you want to cum?” He asks her. “Really bad, Daddy please I’ll be your good girl.” Y/n said as she looked down at him eating her out as if he hadn't eaten in months. “Cum for me” He commands and then wraps his lips around her clit again and moves his fingers at the medium pace he was going at as his fingers kept brushing against her g-spot. Her back arches off the bed as her thighs clamped around his head as she moans out pulling his hair as she comes all over his face. “Oh fuck DADDY!!!” She cried out.

“Mmm damn Dove you taste amazing.” He said licking her clean. She lays there panting as she looks up at him as he crawls up her body kissing his way up till he was hovering over her and placing both hands on either side of her head. He reaches a hand up to move his necklace out of her face but she is quicker to grab his necklace and pull him down to her lips and kisses him moaning at the taste of herself on his lips.

“Are you ready, Dove?” He asks, putting his forehead to hers looking at her in the eyes. She nods her head as she says “Yes, I am ready.” She said looking him in his eyes as she rested her hands on his side. She inhaled and exhaled to relax knowing he wasn’t small in any way. She nodded her head to let him know she was ready. He rested himself down on his elbows on either side of her head and tucked his hands under her head to cradle it, he rested his forehead against hers. “Tell me if you need a minute to adjust or breathe,” Baron said, being gentle with her. “I will” Y/n said to Baron. The head of his cock pushed at her core, her arms went around him as she rested her hands on his back as she gasped feeling him stretch her. He groans out feeling her heat stretching around him.

He dipped his head down between her neck and shoulder kissing her pulse point and nipping lightly. “You’re doing so good Dove” He praised and the praise and his raspy voice had her cunt clenching around him. “Oh you like the praises, Dove?” He asks as he kisses up her neck to her ear. “Yes!” She moans out “I can take it please” She said begging for him to enter her more. “Stay relaxed Y/n” He said looking at her. She takes a slow deep breath before nodding signaling for him to go ahead. He thrusted his hips forward into her to the hilt, her back arching off the bed pushing her chest against his letting out a small whine that he swallowed down his throat after planting his lips against hers “Shhh Dove. You’re doing so well. You’re taking me very well, My Dove.” Baron said praising Y/n more as he kept his hips still till she was ready for him to move. After about five minutes she nods into the kiss before pulling away to kiss “Move please” She said to him as she pants softly. Baron drew his hips till all that was left was the tip of his cock, he pushed his cock back in slowly. He repeated the same movements a few times before she moaned only moaning from the pleasure.

Y/n’s nails dug into Baron's back as he slowly started picking up the pace of his hips. “Oh you feel like heaven Daddy. Harder a little.” She whimpered in pleasure as she looked up at him, maintaining eye contact with him. “As you wish Dove” He said to her as he sits up on his knees, he put his hands on the back of her legs at the bed as he pushed her legs up a little and wider, he started to thrust harder into her but stayed at the same speed he was going at as he continued to move his hips. “Fuck Baron” She moans out at the change from soft and slow to about medium and firm.

She could feel her second orgasm building up in her lower abdomen again. “Daddy” She called out signaling she was getting close again. “I know Dove. I can feel your clenching and quickening.” He said watching her as he kept his pace and thrusts the same. He lets go of one of her thighs, and wraps his hand around her throat. “Oh Daddy squeeze a little” She moans out liking his hand around her throat as he thrusts into her. He groans at her words “You like it rough huh?” He asks her as squeezes a little but not enough to hurt her. “Yes” She moans out a small choked sob of pleasure. “Yes, what Dove?” He asks to slow down a little which makes her whine out. “Yes, Daddy, I do” She corrected as she wiggled her hips a little.

“Think you can handle rougher me?” Baron asks, letting her throat and leg go, placing his hands by her head again as he thrusts into her still. She nods her head, grabbing his necklace again and pulling him down to her. A sudden switch flipped as she spoke “Daddy please, harder and faster? I want it Daddy” She said kissing him rougher. That was all it took for the rest of his control to snap as he kissed her back rougher. His hips started to thrust at a bruising pace as he looked at her face contorts into pleasurable bliss. “Fuck Daddy, Just like that.” Y/n said as she drags her nails down his back surly drawing blood out of his back. He groans into her throat on the brink of coming for a third time. “Such a good girl, Dove,” Baron praised her as he wrapped his hand around her throat again. Y/n smiles up at him as she moans out.

“Fuck don’t stop please? Oh shit Daddy, Ohhh” She mewls out. They’re both covered in a layer of sweat. “That’s it My Dove” He said to her as he was close to cumming inside her. She could feel the pulse of his cock the closer he got to his own orgasm. “I’m getting close” He grunts out into her ear as he lets go of her throat, Baron moves his hair to one side, then one of his hands goes under her to wrap around her and the other goes under her head to cradle her. Baron dips his head down between her neck and shoulder where her pulse point is, his k9 like teeth extend and he bites into her shoulder giving her his mark, Y/n did the same without hesitation. He growls against her neck as his knot pops and he cums inside her harder than he has ever, he reaches down with one hand and rubs her clit at a gentle pace as he coaxes her over the edge. Her moans turned into short quick pants of pleasure “Sh-shit Daddy. I-I’m going to cum” She gasps out in pleasure as she lets out a strangled moan. “Come on, Daddy, Dove. You can do it Darlin’, come on.” Baron said to Y/n. Her nails go to his side as she dug them into his side squirting around him. “DADDY!!” She moans.

Baron lays them on their sides carefully so as not to chance his knot jerking out of her and tearing her or ripping her. She pants softly snuggling into him and closing her eyes. Y/n picked her head up and looked Baron in the eyes “I love you, Baron.” Baron smiled softly looking at her “I love you, Y/n” Baron replied back kissing her. She smiles into the kiss.

Y/n fell asleep soon after nuzzling into his chest, Baron had his arms around her rubbing his back softly and the other arm under her head. Baron wasn’t usually one to fall asleep right after sex/making love. But this is a night he did curl up with the love of his life.

Morning time had rolled around and the morning sunlight began to show through the cracks in the curtains. Y/n shifts around a little in her sleep causing Baron to groan his cock soft but still inside her warmth, he grabs her hip to stop the movement. “Dove if you keep them hips moving, I’m going to have you bent over the bed, or in the shower or somewhere in the house.” Baron said his voice was raspy from last night and from just waking up. Y/n blushed, hiding her face in his shoulder. “Doesn’t sound so bad for shower sex” She said into his neck wiggling her hips again.

Baron growled in his chest as he rolled to his back taking her with him, she straddled his hips biting her lip as she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself because her legs felt a little like jelly from last night. “Is that so?” He questioned her as he looked up at her holding her hips. “Yes, Daddy it is. Could always make sure I do get pregnant” She replied to him. Her walls clenched around him as she rocked her hips a little back and forth.

After two rounds in the shower and once out on the balcony Y/n was sitting on the couch for sure now unable to walk right now. “Here you are Darlin’” He said, handing her some cold sweet tea and some lunch. “Thank you, Baby” She said smiling as he sat next to her with his own plate as they sat and watched a romance comedy.

*Time Skip*

It had been about four and a half weeks since Y/n and Baron had mated fully. “Hey, are you feeling okay?” Naomi asked while walking next to Y/n who was carrying her Women tag team title. “Yeah, just feeling kind of off for some reason.” She replied to her friend as they walked to the cafe area. “You don’t think you are pregnant?” Naomi whispers lightly in her ear, so no one else hears her. “I haven’t gotten my heat or period and both are late.” She whispers back softly. Naomi’s eyes widen as she grabs Y/n’s hand and pulls her with her. “Come on, we are going to the store right now” Naomi insisted on driving to the store. “Lets go inside. So, it confuses people. You go get pads and pay separately from me, I’ll buy the pregnancy and pay separately. If anyone asks I’ll cover for you okay?” Naomi said knowing that the paparazzi wasn’t going to be too far behind them since they saw them leave the building. “Naomi you don’t have to do that” Y/n tried to protest but Naomi waved her off. “Paparazzi aren't too far behind and if they are to see you with it then they’ll attack you harshly since you are now the top dog mate. Believe me the talbots can get mean and nasty when it comes to their main headliner. Becky and Lita went through both. I ain’t about to let them son of a bitches attack you.” She said leaving no room for argument. Y/n sighs as she and Naomi put their sunglasses on and got out of the car and went into the building. Y/n walked to the pad isle and grabbed pads and tampons, while Naomi walked over to the pregnancy test and grabbed four. Naomi herself hasn’t been feeling well and it is getting close for either her heat and period time so she is going to take two herself. Y/n grabbed a few snacks and drinks to at least make it look good, while Naomi grabbed two onesies, a black onesie she saw that said ‘Hi Papa Wolf! I Love You!’ and a little baby wolf stuffie, and onesie that said ‘See You Soon, Dada. I Luvs You’, with a little Lion stuffie, and prenatal vitamins for both of them just incase. Y/n checked out first as she gave a soft smile to the old lady behind the counter who smiled back. “Thank you, come again” The old lady said sweetly. Naomi got up in line next and had a small conversation with the older lady. “Well you dearies have a blessed day.” The old lady said and waved bye to the girls.

Y/n and Naomi get into the car and Naomi drives off going towards the hotel. “Oh shit there is a crowd of them outside, Naomi what are we about to do?” Y/n asked, seeing a crowd of Paparazzi outside their hotel. “Grab my large backpack from the backseat” Naomi said to her. Y/n reached back grabbing the backpack for her and then handed it to her “What are you going to do?” She asks her as she looks at her. Naomi opens it and stuffs all the stuff from the store in her bag after pulling the two large jackets out. One was Barons Y/n kept in Naomi’s car and the other is Jimmys. Y/n threw on Baron’s jacket and Naomi threw on Jimmy’s jacket, stepped out the car and Naomi put the backpack on and they quickly ran into the hotel with paparazzi on their heels. The elevator opened up and they ran for the door and made it just in time before the doors closed. “Close, close, close. Come on close” They said in unison. When the doors closed they sighed in relief once closed and leaned on one of the walls. “I can’t stand paparazzi anymore. They've gotten a bit bad the higher we’ve gone up in the business.” Naomi said. “I agree with you. Though there are some that respect our privacy” Y/n said looking at Namoi who nodded in agreement.

Y/n and Naomi walked into Naomi’s and Jimmy’s room as Naomi set the backpack on the bed. “Alright we are going to do this together at the same time. I have two days before my heat or period is supposed to start but I’ve been getting this nauseous feeling since Wednesday of last week.” Naomi said. Y/n looks at her “Does Jimmy want kids?” She asks as they set the cups of pee on the counter with their names on each test and cup. Once they had a decent amount of pee soaked into the pregnancy test sticks they put the caps on them, washed their hands and sat on the bed after setting a timer. “Yes, actually we’ve been both talking about it for the last six months but haven’t talked about a good time to try” Naomi answered her question as Y/n pulled her phone out “Lets order dinner.” She said to Naomi. “Yes, I am hungry.” Naomi said. “How about pizza, salads and wings? We haven’t had a pizza night in a while” Naomi added as she pulled her phone out and checked the timer. “I agree with you and how much time do we have left?” She asks as she puts their order in for dinner. “10 minutes left” Naomi leaned on the head board and Y/n laid on her side across the bed after she put the order in. “Okay 25 minutes till dinner is here. I ordered extra for the boys. I’m nervous” Y/n admits. “I want kids and I want them with Baron. What if I’m a bad mom? Or what if I fail to carry or bear a baby?” Y/n said looking at Naomi. “You’re going to be a wonderful mother. Stop the negative thoughts otherwise you over stress yourself. Struggling to not overthink is hard. I have been there love and felt that before” Naomi says to her. “I don’t wanna burden him with my thoughts” Y/n said. Naomi moved her hair out the way “He I’m sure feels you are upset. That mating bond isn’t just to show you and him are mated to the other. But it links your emotions together in a way you can since when each other is upset, mad, happy, and so on. Yes before the mating bonding you can still feel each other's emotions and feelings. But they only intensify when they bond together as do a lot of other things when you bond with your soulmate” Naomi said to her.

Y/n nods as she listens to her talking. “Oh shit we didn’t warn the guys we were going to leave” Y/n said wide eyed as she looked at Naomi. Naomi chokes on air checking her messages, Y/n does too. “Oh fuck” They said in unison. Their phones both went off. “Hello, Ba—” Naomi was cut off by Jimmy “Are you hurt? Who took you?” Jimmy said cutting her off his tone was panicked and worried. “Baby I’m sorry. I left with Y/n to the store because she was feeling sick and I still feel sick so we went to the store to pick some meds up.” Naomi explained to him.

“Where are you? Are you hurt?” Baron rattled off questions once Y/n answered the phone before she could say anything to him. “Don't tell me to calm down Balor!” He said to Finn who was trying to calm his partner down and keep him from possibly murdering someone. “I’m sorry. Naomi and I went to the store for some meds and other stuff because neither of us were feeling good.” Y/n said when she was able to get him to listen to her. “Why didn’t either of you tell us? We have been up and down every hall looking for you too.” Baron said his voice was deep and he was upset and worried more than anything. “We are at Naomi’s hotel room. We lost track of time because we had to avoid paparazzi and once we got to the hotel they were waiting outside when we got here. They chased us inside. But we were able to get in the elevator and close the door before they could bombard us with any questions or photos” Y/n said to him “We are on our way and will be there in about 35 minutes.” Baron said hanging up and going to find Jimmy. “Hey come on, They’re at the hotel” Baron said once he found Jimmy. “I know, I just got a hold of Naomi. We are on our way” Jimmy said before hanging his phone up and nodding at him. Jimmy drives.

Meanwhile both girls are thinking of how many ways this is about to go once they get here. They snapped out their thoughts by the timer going off, they walked to the bathroom looking at the test and both swallowed looking at each other hugging and squealing. “We are pregnant” they jumped up and down, still hugging each other. “No matter what we got this. They’re going to be happy” Naomi said, staying positive.

About 15 minutes later the pizza guy delivered their food. “Thank you, keep the change.” Y/n said closing the door and walking over to the bed. “They’re almost here, Jimmy said” Naomi said to her looking at a test. “I can sense Baron isn't happy with me” Y/n said to her as they sat there eating their food waiting impatiently. “Same with Jimmy.” She said, “Oh yeah here” Naomi said, handing her the little onesie and wolf and a box with the pregnancy test. Y/n and Naomi decided to make pregnancy surprise boxes even though they do know that both Alpha’s are upset at the moment with them.

Baron and Jimmy, pushed their way through the paparazzi trying to get in the door again. “Something is off with them,” Baron said as they waited for the elevator to stop on their floor. “I agree.” Jimmy replied. Once out the elevator they walked to the room and took deep breaths to stay calm. Y/n and Naomi are sitting on the bed playing with their hands looking at each other then the two guys. “Y/n we need to talk privately, in our room.” Baron said to Y/n calmly. Y/n nods standing and hugs Naomi and then grabs her stuff.

Once to their room and the door is shut Baron leans his head to the door for a moment before turning to look at Y/n who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking down, her heart racing and her thoughts running wild. “I’m not going to yell and I don’t want to fight. I only want to know why you didn’t at least leave me a message that you were leaving or come find me and tell me?” Baron asked “Jimmy and I, both thought someone had taken you both or you had gotten into some accident.” He explained his worries as he walked over to her sitting next to her. Y/n took a deep breath swallowing her fear as she lifted her head to finally meet his eyes. “I haven’t been feeling good and I’m late for both my heat and period. Naomi and I left in a hurry. I’m not making excuses for either of us. I should have told you I was leaving. I’m sorry.” Y/n said seeing the worry though his eyes and the fear in his voice. “Thank you, for telling me the truth. All I ask for is your honesty. I accept your apology” He said, taking her hand softly. After sitting there in silence for what seemed like eternity Y/n stood up and walked over to the table she set the box on and picked it up and walked back over. He took the box from her, a little confused as she set it in his lap “What is this for?”

“Open it” She said softly to him as she sat next to him. Her heart was beating as she watched him open the box and look at each individual thing. His head shot up from looking down at the box to her gaze. “Are you serious? You're pregnant?” He asks hoping so. She nods her head looking at him “Yes I am. Are you happy?” She asks as the tears begin to fall. “I am going to be a dad” He said standing and setting the box down and pulling her up and kissing her deeply with love and adoration, Y/n kissed back as she wrapped her arms around him. She cried softly into the kiss but it was a happy cry.

“Yes, all is good over here too. We sat and had a talk about everything and some other stuff” Y/n said to Naomi over the phone. Baron was in the shower while she was talking on the phone with Naomi. “Jimmy is showering too,” Naomi said softly. “Then we will be over with the rest of our food we didn’t eat so we can finish and the two guys can finally have a somewhat decent normal meal.” Naomi adds. “Alright, see in a few.” Y/n said as she hung up the phone.

Y/n and Baron, and Naomi and Jimmy all hung out a little bit longer till the early hours of the morning talking about anything and everything.

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aimlessglee · 2 years ago

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Fic: Impossible (DA:I, Cassandra x Adaar, M)

3800 words; Cassandra x Adaar plus a sassy ensemble and a frog; rated M for spicy deeds and filthy words; Cassandra likes to pretend she isn’t playing games but Adaar likes to win; can you believe I wrote a story that’s not about being 100% in love with Cassandra Pentaghast at all times?

Any day that ended with nothing more than a few bruises was a good day in Adaar's opinion. Any day that ended with drinking a lot of fancy brandy in a newly-acquired keep was an even better day. They'd emptied one bottle already, but the baron or whom-the-fuck-ever had left an entire crate of the stuff, along with an assortment of nibbles and the implication there was more where that came from, and that was after all the wine with dinner. It was incredible that there were still people in Thedas able to waste their time worrying about what red went best with snoufleur, but Adaar wasn't complaining, either. Making the world safe for pointless nonsense was what she'd signed up for. Without people to pick fights over things that didn't matter, she'd be out of a job. The brandy was just a perk.

"Posh twit probably hasn't even broken out the best yet," Sera said. "Still, you see why they're worth stealing from."

"This stuff is like drinking velvet," Bull said, eyeing his cup with suspicion.

"I suspect we'll feel the punch in the morning." Dorian poured himself some more regardless.

Varric raised his cup in an ironic toast. "Just like magic."

"Then let's get ensorcelled," Adaar said, and Harding laughed. Adaar sighed with satisfaction. It was cold as balls outside, but the baron had had his people drag out some comfortable furniture and build up a fire, which had made this the coziest camp in Adaar's memory. Adaar had all her best friends around and a pretty girl to flirt with, and even if Cassandra had fucked off somewhere to be no fun at all, it was shaping up to be a good night. Adaar's favorite kind of night, in fact, full of heavily-embroidered stories and half-remembered snatches of song. The kind of night when they didn't have to be legends and they could just be people. Harding had even taken her hair down. It was a good night.

Something like three bottles in, someone decided Spin the Bottle was the best possible idea. Adaar was too loose and happy to care whose idea it had been, first. Hell, it might have been the bottle's suggestion, but everyone had agreed that yes, absolutely, there was no more entertaining way to pass their evening. Adaar had already kissed Sera, been kissed decorously by Dorian, and planted a big smooch on Varric's laughing mouth when Harding spun the bottle and it wobbled to a stop midway between Varric and Adaar. Varric flicked it just the tiniest bit.

"Table must have moved," he said, offering up a shit-eating grin that absolutely nobody believed.

"Come here, you," Harding said, pushing herself up on her chair. She leaned in and kissed Adaar, flattening her palms over Adaar's cheeks. It was sweet and adorable, just like Harding. Adaar was pleased. It probably wouldn't go any further tonight, but there might be something there, someday. Harding looked very pleased with herself as she settled back into her seat.

Adaar heard a noise behind her, the scuff of leather on stone. The drift of rose petals told her it was Cassandra, freshly bathed. Cassandra's devotion to perfumed baths was the princessiest thing about her. It was charming, when it wasn't annoying as fuck, but that was pretty much everything about Cassandra.

"Pull up a chair, Seeker," Varric said, shifting over closer to Dorian and patting his vacated seat. "Have some brandy."

"Thank you," Cassandra said, putting a partly-empty bottle on the table. "I have been sampling it already." Only Cassandra would get fully dressed again after a long bath and a lot of brandy, Adaar thought. It wouldn't do to appear in anything approaching nightclothes in public, naturally.

"Maybe you can show us how rich tits drink it," Sera said. "We've just been putting it in our mouths like fools. Should we be putting it up our arses instead?"

"You would know better than I," Cassandra said tartly, and sat down in the chair Varric had offered. This looked like it surprised even her, but she accepted the cup Iron Bull pushed across to her and poured a measure out of her bottle. She raised the cup to Sera, lifting her pinky in an exaggerated way as she drank. Adaar and Varric exchanged a glance. Playful Cassandra was a rare sight indeed.

"So what's the verdict?" Varric asked as Cassandra set down her cup.

Cassandra pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Not the best I've ever had, but far from the worst." She tilted her head at Dorian. "What do you think? Was it the equal of a fine Tevinter vintage?"

"I didn't find it to be so," he said, "but I haven't tried pouring it in my arse. Something to consider."

Sera tittered. "Well, there's one thing you haven't had up there."

"Jealousy does not become you," Dorian said, leaning against Bull. "Adaar, it's your turn."

"I don't see any cards," Cassandra said, sipping at her brandy. "What game could you be playing?"

"We're playing something much more frivolous," Varric told her. "You'll hate it."

A slow smile spread across Cassandra's face. Her shoulders relaxed a fraction. "Then it is an ordinary night."

Fuck, Cassandra smelled good. It was almost irritating how good she smelled when the rest of them probably stank. Adaar was tipsy enough to want to lean over and just push her nose into Cassandra's neck. The baron had told them there were baths - this part of Emprise du Lion had enough hot springs that there was one under the keep and some genius had piped the water into a real proper tub - but Adaar hadn't had the chance to avail herself of them yet. At least her brain was bathed in brandy.

"Spin," Bull rumbled.

Adaar paused mid-reach. "Or what?"

"Or I'll kiss this Vint just the way he likes it and you'll all have to live with that knowledge," Bull said, tipping Dorian's chin up with one finger.

The table broke out in a clamor, urging Adaar to spin the bottle. She reached out and flipped it between her fingers, setting it whirling on its axis. Bull laughed and kissed Dorian on the forehead.

"Maybe next time," he said, and Dorian pouted a little.

Adaar watched the bottle. She'd spun it strongly. It made her dizzy at first, but soon enough it slowed down, wobbling to a stop in front of Cassandra. Firmly and undeniably Cassandra. Adaar took a fortifying swig of brandy and looked again. Still Cassandra. Adaar thought wildly that even if she tipped the table, the bottle would stay aimed the same way, straight at the Seeker. The keep could fall down around them and that godsdamn bottle would be pointing at Cassandra.

"This should be interesting," Varric murmured.

"Go on," Sera urged. She put her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her cupped hands. "Give Princess Snooty-Knickers her prize."

"I think we're all just fascinated to see how this turns out," Harding agreed.

Adaar looked at Cassandra. Cassandra stared back. "What is this prize?"

"A kiss," Adaar mumbled.

"You've never played Spin the Bottle before?" Varric asked. "Nevermind - when I think about it, that's not surprising at all."

"Too serious," Sera said, making a face. "Kissyface games are for silly twits like us, don't you know."

"I'm not certain I like this game," Cassandra said, starting to push her chair back.

"Of course not," Varric murmured. "It isn't exactly chivalrous, is it? Too up close and personal."

"It's just a damn kiss, Cassandra," Bull said. "You don't have to marry her."

"Of course, if you're afraid, you can go in peace," Dorian said.

Bull chuckled. "Imagine. I've seen her face down a dragon and half the nobles of Orlais. Scared of a kiss? Not our Seeker."

"Aww, leave her alone," Harding said. "It's not fun unless she wants to play."

"Yeah, don't call her a coward just because she's afraid of a meaningless little kiss," Sera said. "Everyone knows that Cassandra isn't afraid of anything except getting her knickers twisted. Surely she's allowed to be terrified of just this one thing."

"I am not afraid to be kissed," Cassandra said loudly. "By the Inquisitor or by anyone else." Her cheeks were flushed and her hair stood up in damp little points on her head. "And I am certainly not afraid of getting my knickers twisted, as you so succinctly put it, Sera. A kiss from any of you would hardly be enough to kindle those sorts of feelings."

"Oh dear," Dorian said, alight with slightly malicious glee. "I'm afraid I'm going to need you to put your money where your surprisingly lovely mouth is. Go on, claim your prize."

Cassandra snorted. She turned to Adaar, eyes aflame with holy purpose. "Well?"

It was just a game. It was just a fucking game. Cassandra made everything life and death, even a pointless little game that was just about blowing off steam with her friends. Adaar sighed and leaned in. She let one hand slip behind Cassandra's head. This was likely the only time she'd ever kiss the Seeker. If she didn't make it a convincing one, the others would never let either of them leave the table. And sure, Cassandra got on her last goddamn nerve with a precision Adaar had never known a person could possess, but there was something compelling about her, and it wasn't just her tits.

Cassandra's lips parted, maybe in surprise, but she didn't pull away when Adaar pressed forward into her mouth. And then Cassandra was definitely kissing back, the same unconscious push and pull they had in a fight, coordinated effort. That was probably the brandy. Adaar tried to enjoy the moment anyway. It was the nicest span of time she'd ever spent with Cassandra. Maybe it wasn't enough to kindle anything in the Seeker's loins, but Adaar was feeling it, little flames licking at her libido, heat settling in her belly like the brandy had.

She released Cassandra before she got carried away; it had been too long since she'd kissed anyone. Letting Cassandra play this game had been a mistake. Everyone else had an understanding of what this kind of kiss meant or didn't, but Cassandra never seemed to do anything for fun. Of course she wouldn't kiss like it was nothing. Of course she'd sit back in her chair, dazed and flushed, her lips still parted and glossy and pink in a way that let Adaar know that yeah, she'd made that happen. She'd ruffled Cassandra's feathers. Adaar grinned.

"I am going to the kitchens," Cassandra announced abruptly.

"We have snacks here," Varric pointed out.

"I would like some hot chocolate before bed," Cassandra said, looking wild around the eyes. She was frowning, furious: Adaar had seen that look too many times not to recognize it. The heat in her blood transformed to a simmering rage. Cassandra had ruined their game and their night and now she was running away. Of course she was.

"Bring me back some guimauves if you find them," Bull called as Cassandra shoved her chair back and left.

"Wasn't that interesting," Dorian said, smoothing his mustache. "I don't remember the last time I was so entertained."

"You do love to stir the shit," Bull said affectionately, putting his arm around Dorian.

Harding wound the end of her hair around her finger. "I don't think I've ever seen her look that flustered. Must have been one hell of a kiss." She winked at Adaar. "Next time, I'll have one of those."

Adaar groaned. "It was fucking nothing. The woman's practically a nun. If someone touched her hand, she'd get woozy about it. Next time, we'll just pretend we were playing Wicked Grace and all the cards blew off the table."

"And fell off the balcony?" Varric asked.

"Next time, just wait until she closes her eyes and put a frog to her kissy lips," Sera suggested. "It's classic."

"You just...have a frog?" Bull asked. "At all times?"

"Well, most times," Sera said. She patted at her pockets. "Yep. All frogged up. He lives in a little glass ball. It's the only thing magic's good for, really."

Adaar picked up the bottle. "I'm taking another turn. No frogs." She ended up kissing Dorian again, who was perfectly normal about it, which only made Adaar angrier. Not at Dorian - everyone else had stirred just as much shit - but at Cassandra, who'd made it fucking weird. Dorian spun and got Bull, which meant the game broke up pretty quickly: Bull growled in his chest and pulled Dorian onto his lap and that wasn't something any of the others felt like they needed to witness. At least they had rooms to go to, with actual beds, and Adaar could finally visit the baths. Maybe that would soothe her.

Stomping down the stairs helped relieve a little of the tension, but the baths were next to the kitchens, which reminded Adaar of Cassandra, and still smelled like roses, which also reminded Adaar of Cassandra. Adaar had been hoping for a nice long soak, but fuck if she was going to lie here and breathe in Cassandra. She fumed and scrubbed herself quickly with a citrus soap, hoping to cover the scent of flowers. When she was clean and dry, she pulled on a long tunic from the shelves near the baths. The baron's servants had thought of everything. There were even fleece-lined slippers to protect her feet from the cold stone. Adaar didn't mind a little bit of luxury. It's not like it was going to make her a pampered princess; she was still Tal-Vashoth to her bones.

She exited the baths and made the mistake of glancing into the open arch of the kitchen. Cassandra was leaning on the counter, staring into a mug. She looked up and frowned at Adaar, abandoning her cup and striding over to shake a finger in Adaar's face.

"You!" she said.

"Put that away or I'll bite it," Adaar said. "What the fuck is your problem?"

Cassandra made a disgusted noise and shoved at Adaar's shoulder. "You are my problem."

"Did I not carve up the giants to my lady's liking?" Adaar asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did I raise the flag too slowly?"

"You kissed me," Cassandra snarled, pushing Adaar again. For a human, she was solidly muscled, and Adaar was still pretty tipsy. Adaar rocked back, her shoulders brushing the wall.

"You told me to!"

"It was not supposed to be like that!" Cassandra said. "It was supposed to be a brief peck, nothing...nothing like that."

"Nothing like what?" Adaar snarled.

"You were not supposed to kiss me with passion," Cassandra said. "As if you meant it to be a proper kiss. In front of everyone, as if you enjoyed it and wished them to know you have the right to kiss me in such a way, when such a thing is impossible."

"Passion?" Adaar said. "It was just an ordinary kiss! It didn't have any hidden meaning!"

Cassandra's laugh was hollow and challenging. It got right under Adaar's skin. "I have played such games before, in my foolish youth, and never have I been kissed in such an impudent manner."

Adaar threw up her hands. "Fine. I'll never fucking kiss you again. Better?"

"Much," Cassandra snapped. Her eyes glinted, and the spark in them rekindled the heat in Adaar's belly, fury mixed with longing. Cassandra's chest heaved as she glared at Adaar and her face was flushed and if one kiss had fucked her up this much, what else could Adaar do to her? If it weren't impossible, anyway, which tipped the balance in Adaar's hot blood back to anger. She paced toward Cassandra, who took a step back, and another, until she was nearly pressed against the wall.

"Just tell me one thing," Adaar growled. "Why the fuck is it impossible? Is it because I'm a hornhead? Do you even see a person when you look at me, or just a beast to bear the burden of your Inquisition?" It wasn't an entirely fair question. Cassandra had treated her like a person nearly from the beginning; they'd endured so much together. But it wouldn't be the first time Adaar had discovered that someone she'd considered a friend didn't return the favor, because the world wasn't fucking fair either.

"Of course not!" Cassandra seemed even more furious. "You are a woman!"

"What the fuck does that have to do with it?"

"Women hold no attraction for me," Cassandra said stiffly.

Adaar bared her teeth in a grin and leaned in, almost pinning Cassandra to the wall. "That's funny, Seeker, because as I recall, you kissed me back."

"I did not." Cassandra's eyes were wide.

"And it wasn't some stupid little peck, either," Adaar murmured, keeping her voice pitched just for Cassandra's ears, the intimacy of it guaranteed to piss Cassandra off even more. They were the only ones in the hall; there was no need to speak as if this were some clandestine assignation. "There was tongue."

"If that's the story you must tell yourself in order to sleep at night," Cassandra said contemptuously.

"Oh, I think that's the story everyone will be telling," Adaar said. "Because everyone saw you ask for it. And everyone saw you kiss me like you wanted it. Maybe you were staking your claim on me, Seeker."

"That is a fabrication," Cassandra snapped.

"Yeah?" Adaar challenged. "Feel free to demonstrate exactly how unpassionately you kissed me. That way I can correct anyone who says otherwise."

Cassandra made a noise of frustration and grabbed Adaar's tunic. She pulled Adaar close and pressed her lips to Adaar's, there and gone. "It was exactly like that."

"I don't think so, Seeker," Adaar said, making sure she sounded smug. "As I recall, it went more like this." She leaned forward, pressing Cassandra gently into the wall, and kissed her. This time, Cassandra's mouth opened almost immediately under hers, and Cassandra's tongue was definitely in her mouth, and Cassandra was shoving against her, but not to get away. Cassandra's hands were fisting in Adaar's tunic; Cassandra's hands were tangling in Adaar's hair; Cassandra's hands were clutching at Adaar's back and her mouth was hot and greedy against Adaar's.

"Impossible," Cassandra breathed after an eternity of kisses, and oh, that only fueled the fire in Adaar's blood. She'd never touched red lyrium, but she imagined its flame was like the one Cassandra set in her: devouring, all-encompassing, a triumphant hunger that made her feel invincible and desperate all at once.

Adaar flipped her around and ground her hips into Cassandra's ass. She nipped at the back of Cassandra's neck, shoving both hands under Cassandra's tunic to cup her tits. "Tell me to stop if it's so fucking impossible."

"You are a woman," Cassandra said, the syllables broken up by frantic kisses. She bit at Adaar's lip, sucked on her tongue, shoved against Adaar as if she thought their bodies might merge.

"Tell me in the morning if it mattered," Adaar growled. "I'll let you pretend it doesn't count if you can't see me." She let the bulk of her body press Cassandra into the stone and Cassandra gasped and squirmed. She grabbed Adaar's wrist, but only to guide Adaar's hand down, down, into the waistband of her trousers. Adaar shoved her fingers under the tight leather as Cassandra fumbled with the laces. Sera shouldn't have worried: it seemed Cassandra didn't have any knickers to twist. Adaar let her hand slide further. The anchor made subtlety impossible. Anyone who came into the hallway would see her with her hand down Cassandra's pants and know exactly what was happening. It should have been strange, watching the green glow of her palm flicker over Cassandra's skin, but Adaar liked it. She wanted the light to stain Cassandra, to mark her as touched by Adaar. And then her fingers found Cassandra's wet heat and they both groaned.

"Tell me to stop," Adaar said into Cassandra's ear. "Cassandra." She let her voice caress the syllables of the Seeker's name. "Tell me to stop and none of this ever happened."

"Please," Cassandra gasped.

"That wasn't a fucking answer," Adaar said, stepping back a little and letting her fingers start to slide out of Cassandra's trousers. Cassandra caught her hand and pushed it back down, their intertwined fingers parting her folds.

"Please," Cassandra said again, and this time it sounded like a prayer, like she would die if she didn't come hard riding Adaar's fingers. Adaar nudged Cassandra's legs apart with her knee, pressing her thigh up against Cassandra's heat, and Cassandra moaned. Her face was turned away, pressed against the cool stone of the wall. Whether she was overwhelmed or just pretending Adaar was someone else, Adaar didn't care. She ground her hips against Cassandra's ass, her other hand touching herself in all the right ways. She had the fingers of one hand buried in Cassandra and it felt like they were fucking. She let Cassandra feel the hard knots of her knuckles rubbing against Cassandra's ass, a bulge most men would envy.

Cassandra, for someone almost celibate, knew how to be fucked. She spread her legs wide, straddling Adaar's thigh, and rocked down on Adaar's fingers like she was trying to fuck her own brains out. When Adaar flicked Cassandra's clit with her thumb, Cassandra cried out in a voice that went straight to Adaar's center. Adaar let that sound vibrate inside her until she came hard, bucking into Cassandra until Cassandra's tits were probably rubbing against the stone wall. But Cassandra only pulled Adaar closer, sinking onto Adaar's fingers over and over until Adaar could feel Cassandra's whole body shaking. Cassandra didn't call Adaar's name when she came - it was more of a sob - but Adaar felt the sweet rush of victory anyway. Cassandra's body trembled for a long time, and her head was thrown back against Adaar's chest. Her mouth sought Adaar's again, though her eyes were closed. Adaar kissed her fiercely and Cassandra returned it. Her ribs heaved against Adaar's as she caught her breath.

"My mistake," Adaar said, retrieving her hands and stepping away. She licked a finger deliberately, staring at Cassandra, who was looking at her through drooping lashes, and then wiped the rest of Cassandra's moisture on her tunic. "You were right. It was impossible."

Cassandra said nothing. She turned toward Adaar, leaning against the wall as if her knees wouldn't hold her up. Her eyes closed. Adaar crowded up against her and Cassandra gasped, her body arching against Adaar's, welcoming Adaar's weight. Her eyes fluttered open. She gazed up at Adaar, who smiled at her, teeth glinting.

"I guess I remembered we do the impossible every fucking day," Adaar murmured, and walked off.

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Bucky Barnes One Shots

Bucky Barnes Main Masterlist

A/N: all reader inserts are female unless otherwise stated. These are as inclusive as possible and only description that may be included is if reader has hair (mostly used in rough smut scenes). KEY: ⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff ⧻ = 500+ notes

The Ransom ⁂ ⧻ ➴ Sassy reader gets rescued by boyfriend!Bucky and Avengers Whiteout ⁂ ⧻ ➴ Friends to lovers trope, mission extraction gone wrong, PWP Sick Day ꕥ ⧻ ➴ Bucky takes care of you when you are sick Fix You ⁂ ꕥ ➴ You take care of CW!Bucky after a nightmare Equal Opportunist ⁂ ➴ Assassin!Bucky keeps killing your marks so you have sex with him, PWP Sex-Ed ⧻ ➴ You fumble your way through teaching sex-ed with Bucky watching The Ghost Of You || AudioBook ➴ After the blip you have to survive the heartache without Bucky Postpartum Depression ➴ Bucky helps you at your lowest, read warnings and tags Silver Tongue ➴ You break your rules to save Bucky End of the Line † ➴ Steve dies of old age in your care Fall From Grace ⁂ ➴ MFF threesome, angel-turned-demon reader You Don’t Own Me † || Dark!Winter Soldier ➴ No happy endings here, read warnings and tags 10 Little Lies ➴ Friends to lovers trope, a drunken night ends with Bucky in your bed Eggplant Emoji ꕥ ➴ Bucky takes matters into his own hands when you struggle with modern dating. Good Behaviour ⁂ || ft. Baron Helmut Zemo ➴ The Baron sets you up a new Dom, Bucky, for when he is sent back to prison. Hacked ꕥ⨮ ➴ Your phone gets hacked and intimate files get threatened to be shared Obscene Behaviour ꕥ|| Platonic / Sam & Bucky ➴ Your coffee date with your friends takes a turn when you feed your newborn. She Knows ⁂ ⧻ ➴ You activate a new kink as you tease your boyfriend from across the bar. By Your Side ꕥ ➴ Bucky takes care of you when you are sick. Not Enough ꕥ ➴ Friends to lovers trope. When Worlds Collide ꕥ ➴ Your life changes completely when you and Bucky collide. Babysitting Bucky ⨮ ꕥ ➴ You are partnered with Bucky and he is not happy with the arrangement Control & Comfort ⁂ ꕥ ⧻ ➴ Bucky has a rough day and takes it out in your p*ssy Plié or Pliable ⁂ || Widow!reader ➴ Bucky watches you practicing ballet and wants to know how flexible you are. A Change Of Season ⨮ ⁂ || Widow!reader ➴ You are reunited with Bucky after Nat frees you from the Red Room, but it’s not what you expected Better Late Than Never ⁂ || Bucky, Steve, Natasha x reader ➴ You come home to find the party started without you. Takeout ꕥ ➴ You try to make a home cooked meal but it doesn’t go to plan Nightmares ⁂ || SamBucky ➴ When you wake to find Bucky caught in a nightmare there’s only one way to chase away the lingering fear. Mine ⁂ ⨮ ➴ Bucky gets jealous and spanks you for it Last Words ⨮ ꕥ ➴ You get kidnapped after storming out from a fight with Bucky The Bond We Share || vampire!reader ➴ You bond yourself to Bucky to save his life My Heart Remembers You ⨮ ꕥ ➴ Your love transcends time as you are reborn to find your Bucky Burning House ⨮ ➴ Another night another nightmare The Interrogation ⁂ || Winter Soldier ➴ You interrogate the Winter Soldier Promises ⨮ ꕥ ➴ You need to come to grips with your newly acquired power The Secret Life of Bucky Barnes ➴ A glimpse into life as Bucky’s secret girlfriend Wallflower ꕥ ➴ You and Bucky finally confess your feeling for each other Instinct ꕥ || blind!reader ➴ Bucky tracks you down after trying to stop a mugging and he ends up staying for the company. Don’t Want To Miss A Thing ⁂ ➴ Bucky celebrates your birthday Seven Seconds † ➴ In seven seconds you see your entire future laid bare.

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viking-raider · 3 years ago

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SWIPE - PART THREE

Summary: You and Henry spend some quality time together, making you realize how strongly he's come to feel for you.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 8.4k

Pervious: I / II

Warning: PG-13 - Cotton Candy Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Protective!Henry, Sassy!Reader, Language, Anxiety, Cuddling, Playful Banter, Warhammer Mention, Kal Adorable-ness

Inspiration: Something I read.

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You: OMG, you did not change my contact name in your phone to Ducky, with an emoji!

Henry: You're damn right I did, my little Ducky!

“Oh, I can play that game too, Cavill.” You huffed at your phone, pulling up your contacts and changed Henry's name to a puppy emoji.

You: What now!?

Henry: Aw, it looks like Kal!

“Ugh!” You laughed, dropping back in your office chair. “This man is a menace.” You said to your stomach, grinning.

“Are you supposed to be on your phone, during work hours?” Craig's voice said behind you.

You rolled your eyes. “I don't know, ask yourself that the next time you get angry you lost a level of Candy Crush.” You retorted, looking at him over your shoulder. “What do you want?” You hissed, knowing he wasn't over at your desk only to rag on you for being on your phone.

“Have you finished the report on Garcia v. Duncan?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest. “It's due by tomorrow morning.”

“I'm not and I am aware of the deadline.” You replied, the report was in fact laid out on your desk and computer at that moment. “Mr. Donovan will have it, when I come into the office, bright and early tomorrow morning, before he goes into the courtroom at two, that afternoon.” You told him, coolly.

Craig blinked at you, his crossed arms relaxing a fraction. “You know what time his case starts?”

“Of course, I do.” You answered, turning to face him. “It's my job to know those things, so the job runs as smoothly as possible and that he wins his case, without any technicalities. Not stand around or going about the office, like I'm the fucking Red Baron.” You said, with a sharp edge in your voice. “Tell me, Craig. How is your case, the Kiener v. Garven? I heard that the deadline has been cut short three times already and you've received new evidence that neither side was aware of.” You said, lifting a brow at him.

“Sounds pretty tight for a case that's supposed to be closed a month ago.”

You watched Craig's face change, like watching a pot of water begin to boil over on a stove. You didn't know what had come over you, that you back-mouthed your boss, but you had enough of him picking on you, especially when you were doing your job and doing it well, better than he was doing his own job. Craig looked like he was about to blow his top at you, but instead turned on his heels and stormed off, back to his little corner of the office.

“God give me strength.” You mumbled to yourself, going back to your work.

Henry got off the plane with Kal and made his way through the crowd, towards the baggage claim, but something in the crowd caught his attention, and he instantly smiled. “Looks like we have a welcoming party, Bear.” He said, approaching you.

“What are you doing here, Ducky?”

“I'm here to greet you, Puppy.” You smiled back at him and pat Kal on top of the head. “Excuse me, Puppies.” You corrected yourself, looking down at Kal. “I missed you a lot and I knew you'd probably be taking a cab home.”

“So, I came to pick you up instead.”

“Aw, we're touched.” Henry smiled, shifting on his feet. “Just let me grab my bag.”

“Of course.” You nodded, holding your hand out for Kal's leash, in offer.

Nodding, Henry handed you Kal's leash and headed over to baggage claim, grabbed his suitcase and headed towards the exit with you, unaware of a certain person's attention as you went.

“I missed you.” Henry said, as you drove to his place.

You smiled over at Henry, then giggled as Kal stuck his head between the front seats and licked your face. “I missed you too, Henry.” You said, giving Kal a kiss.

“How's the baby?” He asked, watching the bumps through the fabric of your shirt and gave them a gentle rub, having special permission to touch your belly whenever.

“Killing me.” You sighed, resting your hand over his. “I haven't found a comfortable position to sit in for days, especially at work.”

“Back pain?” Henry frowned, feeling bad.

“To say the least.” You replied, shifting in your seat as your hips screamed.

“Stay with me.” Henry blurted out, as you pulled into the driveway of his mews.

“What?” You squeaked, caught off guard.

“Stay over with me.” He repeated himself, biting his lip. “Just for tonight.” He added, quickly.

“Ghost.” You blurted out. “He'll go crazy if I leave him alone that long.”

“We'll go get him.” Henry said, fully committing to his spontaneous idea.

You stared over at Henry, mouth hanging open, before you put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. Henry grinned, giddy at the thought of spending the night with you at his place, you had only been over to his place a couple of times, he had made you dinner and you watched his favorite movie, Gladiator, that you had scandalously confessed you had never seen before. Then, Henry drove you back home, when it grew late and you had yawned a few too many times. But, tonight, you'd be staying all night and he couldn't wait, going through a mental list of things he could potentially make for dinner and something the two of you could do as an activity.

Making it to your flat building, you went up, packed a little overnight bag, since you did have to go into work in the morning, then took Ghost down to the car. Kal greeted Ghost excitedly, his tail swishing against his back, while Ghost's beat against the backseat and the window, as they sniffed all over each other.

“Hey, bud!” Henry grinned, turning in the passenger seat and reached into the back to give the Northern Inuit love and scratches. “How are you doing, big man?” He chuckled, as Ghost swiped at his face with his tongue. “I missed you too.”

Returning to Henry's place and getting the whole gang inside, you sighed, as you stretched on Henry's couch, letting your head fall back against the cushions and your eyes shut. Henry smiled at you, before grabbing a small, throw pillow at the other end of the couch and situated it on the coffee table, then gently wrapped his arm around your calves, to lift your legs and rest your feet on the pillow.

You cracked an eye open at him, as he gently tugged your slip-on shoes off your swollen feet, then gave you a cheeky wink. “You spoil me, Cavill.” You murmured, closing your eyes again.

“It makes me happy.” He whispered back, bracing his arm on the back of the couch, to press his lips to your forehead. “And you two need to rest.” He added, cocking an eyebrow at your belly. “I'm going to put my stuff away, then shower real quick.” He told you, finding the remote to the tv and set it on the couch next to you. “If you need anything, you know where the kitchen and bathroom are.” He said, kissing your forehead once more, before taking his bags to the bedroom.

You relaxed on the couch for a few more moments, before opening your eyes and picking up the remote, turning the tv on, starting to surf for anything to watch, and grinned when both Ghost and Kal joined on each side of you.

Henry came back into the living room an hour later, wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and his famous blue tank top, his dark curls damp. He stood beside the couch, looking down at the three of you, hands held out, and looking incredulous.

“Where am I supposed to sit?” He asked, looking up at you, both hurt and looking for help, like you would make one of the boys move to make space for him.

“Um...” You giggled, looking between Kal and Ghost, then back up at Henry. “Did you make a reservation?” You quipped, before cracking up.

“Hm.” Henry growled, huffing, turning on his heels and disappeared into the kitchen.

Beside you, both Kal and Ghost suddenly perked up, their already erect ears twitching at a sound you couldn't hear yourself, but you suspected what it was Henry was rustling around with. They both bolted off the couch and made a mad dash for the kitchen, followed by a victorious 'ha' from Henry, who came rushing out of the kitchen and dropped himself onto the couch, where Kal had been.

“No dog can resist a blueberry and peanut butter biscuit.” He said, triumphantly nodding at you.

“Smooth, Puppy. Very smooth.” You smirked at him, resting your shoulder against his.

“Thank you.” He replied, putting his arm around you. “I wanted the best seat in the house.” He said, smiling at you, softly.

“Should I leave you two alone then?” You asked, motioning to your belly.

Henry laughed aloud and kissed your cheek. “Then, it would only be half the best seat in the house.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” You sighed, wiping fake sweat from your forehead.

“Are you looking for anything specific for dinner?” Henry asked, looking up at the tv.

“You always ask me that.” You replied, frowning at him. “We always eat what I want. What do you want?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

Henry bit his lip as he thought about it. “I've wanted to try cooking homemade pizza in my Egg Grill.” He finally answered, looking down at you.

“Ooo, that does sound very good.” You concurred with him.

“Pizza it is then!” He smiled, hugging you closer to him.

You and Henry watched the show you had found for a little bit longer, before he got up and started searching his kitchen to make sure he had all the ingredients he needed to make the pizza, discovering he didn't have dry yeast.

“I need to make a quick run to the store.” He told you, standing behind the couch. “I don't have any yeast for the dough. Do you need anything?”

“Nope!” You shook your head, looking back at him. “Just be safe.”

“Promise.” He nodded, kissing the top of your head and headed out.

You got up from the couch and padded into the kitchen, the cool tiles feeling wonderful on your sore feet as you pushed up on your toes to grab a glass out of Henry's cabinet, turning towards his refrigerator to got ice and water out of the dispenser in the door. “You know I'm surprised your dad doesn't have his Rosemary Water pumped into this thing.” You chuckled at Kal, as you went back to the couch.

“I'm back!” Henry called out, coming through the door.

“Welcome back!” You greeted him back, smiling up at him as he stopped by the couch.

“I see I've been replaced again.” He commented, seeing Kal and Ghost cuddled on the couch with you again.

“Never, just keep me safe till you come back home.” You chuckled, patting both dogs on the head.

Henry's heart flipped, thinking about coming home to the four of you. “I'll get the dough started, it's going to take a little while for it to rise, once I get it all mixed together.”

“You want some help?” You asked, scooting to the edge of the couch.

“Nope, you sit your butt right there and relax.” He told you, shaking his head and headed into the kitchen, but returned a few minute later with a steaming cup. “Me amour.” He smiled, setting the mug down on a coaster in front of you.

You smiled shyly at Henry, recognizing the smell of your Ginger tea. “You had Ginger Tea laying about?” You asked, picking up the cup and taking a sip of it, finding it was just as you liked it.

“I didn't.” Henry confessed, blushing. “But while I was at the store, I remembered your stomach gets upset most times after you eat, and it did the last time you had dinner over here, and that your tea really helps prevent that, so I picked up a box for you.” He explained, his blue eyes tender.

“Well, merci beaucoup.” You replied, nodding your head at him, appreciatively.

Henry smiled at you, before going back into the kitchen and started work on the pizza dough. He looked up as you came into the kitchen, your teacup clutched in both hands. “You're supposed to be relaxing.” He said, lifting a brow at you.

“I am.” You smirked, slipping onto a bar stool situated at the island Henry was working at. “But, I'm in the living room and you're in here. How are we supposed to talk, if we're in two different rooms?” You asked, lifting both your brows at him.

“Touche.” He chuckled, then slid his phone across the counter to you. “You want to read the measurements and instructions out to me?” He asked, with a soft smile.

You set your cup aside and picked up his phone. “Let's see. First thing is nine hundred and fifty milliliters of flour.” You read off the top of the list.

Nodding his head, Henry opened the container of flour he had and measured out the fine, white powder into the large, mixing bowl in front of him. “Next?”

“Five milliliters of sugar, followed by an envelope of yeast and ten milliliters of salt.” You read off to him, and watched him carefully add each of the ingredients to the bowl with the flour. “Then, you have to start mixing.”

“All right.” Henry replied, slotting the bowl into the stand mixer. “Is there a specific speed I'm supposed to put it on?”

“Doesn't say.” You answered, shaking your head as you carefully skimmed through the instructions.

“I'll keep it on low at first, then slowly increase it.” He said, studying the mixer.

“Probably a good idea, don't want it to snow flour in the kitchen.” You chuckled, amused. “Says to slowly add three hundred and fifty milliliters of water, that's forty-three degrees celsius, with thirty milliliters of olive oil.” You looked across at him, setting his phone down.

“That's easy enough.” Henry replied, turning around and filling the measuring cup with an appropriate amount of water. “In a drawer behind you, is a thermometer, could you grab it for me?” He asked, placing the cup in the microwave and turning it on for three minutes, hoping it was long enough to heat the water up to the correct temperature.

You twisted around in the stool and reached out for the drawer, fishing around inside of it until you found what you were looking for and turned back around, handing the food-grade thermometer out to Henry.

“Now, what do you want on your pizza?” Henry asked, as he greased the inside of a large bowl with some olive oil, to kill time until the microwave finished.

“I don't know.” You replied, shrugging your shoulders. “What are my options?”

“Cheese, obviously.” He laughed, setting the bowl down. “I got pepperonis, meatballs, veggies...”

“If you put broccoli on your pizza, I will disown you!” You said, sternly.

“I would never!” Henry replied, outraged at the idea, removing the measuring cup from the microwave and dripped the probe of the thermometer into it. “That's close enough.” He said, setting the thermometer aside and turned the mixer on.

“You have any bacon?” You asked, frowning over at him.

Henry laughed out loud, nodding his head. “I do.”

“Pepperoni and bacon with some spinach.” You said, licking your lips.

“That's a strange combination.” Henry frowned at you, but chuckled, as he slowly added the water into the mixer.

“I'm pregnant.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at him. “So, it sounds godly.”

Adding the olive oil in, Henry let the mixer do its job, forming the dough into a solid ball, before turning it off and transferring it into the greased bowl, then covering it with plastic wrap. “All right, now to let it rest for an hour.” He said, sliding it into a drawer beside his stove.

“You want to play a game, while we wait?” He asked, straightening up.

“What games do you have?” You asked, looking up at him with interest.

“Monopoly, Game of Thrones-themed chess, I have a deck of cards, or we can find something else.” He said, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Have you ever played Oregon Trail?” You asked, lifting your eyebrow at him.

“I haven't.” He replied, shaking his head.

You grinned at him, slipping off your stool and grabbing your cup. “Grab your gaming laptop, Superman!” You called out over your shoulder, heading back to the living room.

Henry did as you told him, grabbing his Razer laptop from his bedroom and settled on the couch with you, setting the laptop on the coffee table. “All right, what am I doing?” He asked, looking at you.

“Go to Oregon Trail Game dot com.” You told him, sipping your cool tea. “It's not a super flash game, like World of Warcraft, but I always get a kick out of Grandma falling out of the wagon or Timmy getting bitten by a snake.” You chuckled.

“Dear lord!” Henry laughed, finding the site and the, made in 1990, game menu. “This is an old game.” He commented, reading through it.

“That it is. With all the number commands, I suck at the hunting part of the game. But, maybe you'll be better at it, than I am.” You commented, leaning against him and looking at the screen.

“All right, let's hit the space-bar and get the game started.” Henry said, moving through the start menu. “Okay, we can be a banker, a carpenter or a farmer for the journey. Bankers give us more money and services than the other two, but we have to work harder. Makes sense, bankers are posh fuckers.” He said, making your snort.

“What do you think we should be?” He asked, looking at you.

“I'm usually a carpenter. But, what do you want to be?” You replied, staring back at him.

“Let's try a farmer.” He said, typing in the three command. “Who's the leader of our party?”

“Well, you're the one working the keyboard, so you are.” You reasoned.

“Okay.” He nodded, entering his own name.

“Now we need four other names for the rest of the party.” You said, pointing to the blank list.

“Well, obviously you're coming with me.” Henry said, entering your name in the number two slot.

“Kal and Ghost can come with us too.” You giggled, amused.

Henry typed in the dogs' names into three and four, then looked at you from the corner of his eye for a moment, before typing in, Baby. “There, now everyone's coming along.”

You smirked at him, shaking your head. “Now, when do we set off?” You hummed, biting your lip. “Let's leave in April.” You said, pointing to the month.

“Done.” Henry nodded, and leaned forward a little bit. “We have four hundred dollars for all of our supplies!”

“You have to remember, Puppy, this was the 1800's, four hundred dollars was a fortune back then.” You told him, chuckling at his outrage.

“Yeah, you're right.” He nodded, calming down, and continuing on. “All right, what do we need to buy for the journey?” He sighed, studying the list in front of him. “Oxen and clothing.”

“Yep, I can't remember what the max on oxen are, but it'll tell you.” You told him, biting your lip.

“Okay, Oxen first. There's two oxen per yoke and he suggests, at least, three and they're—fucking hell, forty bucks!” Henry roared, his mouth falling open at the price.

You busted out laughing, rocking back on the couch. “You make millions from your movies, and you're outraged by forty dollars. I love this!” You sobbed, your body shaking. “We're not even on the trail yet!”

“I'll get five.” He huffed, rolling his eyes and moved onto food rations. “Two hundred pounds for everyone, but with the way you eat, I should probably get triple that.”

“Watch it, Cavill.” You warned, narrowing your eyes at him.

Henry smirked at you, giving your cheek a quick kiss. “Three hundred might be okay. You said we can hunt.” He said, typing it in and moved onto clothing. “Says two for each person. So, there's five of us and that's ten, I'll get twelve, just in case.”

“Uh-oh, Hen. We only have four hundred bucks and we're at three hundred and eighty.” You smirked at him.

“I got this.” He said, waving his hand at you.

“All right, Mr. Gamer.” You chuckled, snorting at him.

“Oh shit, the spare parts are ten each!” Henry snapped, gasping.

“But, you got this!” You replied, teasing him.

“I do got this!” Henry answered, going back to the oxen screen and shifted the amount, then did the same with the food, clothing, ammunition and spare parts. “Ha, four hundred dollars on the dot!” He smiled at you, victoriously.

You held up your hands, grinning at him. “You're the leader of the wagon.” You giggled at him.

“That's right!” He chuckled, turning back to the game. “Let's go on a journey!” He said, hitting the space-bar and starting you all on the trail. “April 1, 1848.” Henry read aloud. “Weather is cool. Our health is good. Pace is steady and the rations are filling!” He said, then got the wagon going.

You and Henry watched the little pixelated wagon and ox move across the screen, a meter of distance, weather, health, food, the date and the next landmark down below it. But the wagon hadn't moved for two seconds, when it stopped and a message appeared on the screen.

“Oh no!” You gasped, reading it. “Kal's broken his leg!”

“My boy!�� Henry yelled, outraged.

“At least he's still alive!” You replied, patting Henry on the leg. “Hey, we reached Superman country!” You declared, as the wagon stopped in Kansas.

Henry snorted, shaking his head. “Let's look around.” He said, then typed in, yes, only to discover you had reached a body of water. “We have to cross the river.” He frowned, reading the outline. “It's rather far across and deep.”

“Maybe we should ferry it.”

“We can't.” You smirked, trying not to giggle.

“Why not?” Henry replied, looking at you.

“Ferries cost money, good sir, and you spent all of it.” You reminded him, losing your battle, and chuckled at him.

“Fuck.” He snapped, carding a hand through his hair. “Okay, fine. We'll ford it.”

“Here's to hoping we don't sink.” You commented, crossing your fingers.

“And we fucking sink!” Henry barked, his shoulders slumping.

“Losing almost all our clothing, forty-three bullets, one wagon axle and tongue and—oh no...” You puffed your bottom lip out and cast your eyes down to the floor. “Kal downed.” You cooed, heartbroken.

“This sucks!” Henry pouted, but still continued on, making you giggle.

“I'm still with you, Puppy.” You cooed, hugging your arms around him and resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Not another river!” Henry whined, his head hanging, as the wagon stopped again with another message.

“Try floating across it this time.” You said, still hugging him tighter.

Henry sighed, watching the wagon slowly move across the water, only to fall over. “Well, at least it was only bullets this time.”

“We're really low on food.” You commented, quietly. “Hit enter and try hunting.” You told him, nudging him gently.

Henry hit enter, pausing for a moment to look at the map and groaned, you weren't even a quarter of the way across to Oregon. “This is insane.” He commented, going back to the enter screen and picked the hunting option.

“This is so strange.” Henry said, looking at the practical stick-figure holding a stick rifle that spun when he used his arrow keys and pointed differently with his number keys, shooting out little white dots that were supposed to be the bullets.

“Look at that!” You smiled, watching him manage to shoot three buffalo. “Now we have more food!” You said, proudly.

“But, I only carried two hundred of the thousand pounds back to the wagon.” Henry replied, pressing his lips together.

“Food's food.” You replied, kissing his neck.

“Shit, you've been bitten by a snake.” He growled, scowling at the offending message.

“All well, it happens.” You shrugged, watching the screen.

“No!” Henry yelled, as the message about Ghost getting dysentery came up, then two seconds later the message that he died. “God damn it.” He sighed, watching the food meter run out. “We're going to starve.” He mumbled to himself, realizing there were no bullets left.

“You're going to be the last man standing.” You replied, offhandedly.

“Why do you say that?” He asked, turning his head to look at you with an expression that broke your heart, he looked so upset at the fictional thought of you and Baby starving, in a game.

“The leader of the wagon tends to be the last one to die, for some reason.” You answered, moving your hand up and gently rubbed the back of his head. “At least, that's been my experience.” You added, softly.

“Hm.” He hummed, low in his throat.

A minute later, a message appeared on the screen, announcing you had cholera, almost immediately followed by your death. You felt Henry's body tense beside you and gently nudged your nose against the side of his neck, you felt a small qualm in your stomach, seeing baby get a snake bite and knew what was coming, and suddenly felt you should have just suggested monopoly.

“It's just a game, Henry.” You whispered, looking at him, not even bothering to look at the screen.

Henry nodded his head and sighed, licking his lips as the game ended with his death, the last one to die, just like you said. He shifted beside you, his arm snaking around your legs to hug you closer to him as he sighed heavily, and gently pressed his forehead to yours. You rested your chin on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his upper body, realizing just how attached to you and the baby Henry had become, especially the safety of you both, which warmed your heart. You both were quiet for a long while, enjoying your closeness, before Henry's eyes met yours for a moment and you tilted your head at him.

“Let's try it one more time.” He said, pulling away from you.

You blinked at him, caught off guard for a moment, sure he was about to kiss you, but shook it off. “You sure?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

“Yes!” He nodded, getting back to the start screen for the game. “We're going as a damn banker this time.” He growled, going through the motions of setting up the trip. “Oh, we getting sixteen hundred dollars this go around. But I'm making you leader this go around.” He said, typing your name in, followed by his, Ghost and Kal's.

“Hm.” He hummed, staring at the fifth spot on the list.

“Just make one up.” You told him, knowing his hesitation.

Nodding his head, Henry typed a name in.

“Aquillon?” You frowned at him.

“It's the name of a guy, known as the Emperor's Eyes, in Warhammer 40k.” Henry grinned, blushing. “It's part of Adeptus Custodes.” He explained, shyly.

You chuckled at him, amused. “I should have known.”

“Let's go on the trail in March.” Henry said, continuing on. “Five ox. Three hundred pounds of food. Fourteen pairs of clothing. Three of all the spare parts.” He mumbled to himself, going down the list of items, all totaling almost five hundred and thirty dollars. “I think that's okay.” He commented, glancing over at you.

“We'll find out.” You answered, nodding back at him.

Starting on the trail, you ended up with a blizzard and lost a day, then went on the wrong trail and lost four days, before finally making it to the first landmark. You moved along the trail, getting lost, losing Kal to downing again, the wagon got robbed during the night, having half of your food stolen. But soon you reached a grave site and Henry examined it, to discover it was his grave from the last game.

“Look! We made it farther that our last try!” He grinned at you, triumphantly.

“That we did, Puppy.” You smiled back at him, your fingertips tracing his spine. “Look, we're halfway!” You said, watching Henry bring up the map.

“Yeah, but we've lost Ghost to bad water.”

“You also keep getting dysentery.” You laughed, seeing the message for the third time, then gasped. “Henry, no!” You cried, as the messaged of his death from, shocker, dysentery popped up.

“Go on without me, my love! You're almost to Oregon!” He laughed, grinning at the screen.

A minute later the congratulations screen came up, as you made it to Willamette Valley, Oregon.

“It's literally only me and Aquillon with one wagon, fifteen oxen, which is over kill,” You laughed, grinning. “Four spare parts, eight pairs of clothing, two hundred and forty bullets, because we did zero hunting, two hundred and forty-three pounds of food and three hundred and seventy-one dollars.” You listed off all the supplies you had left at the end of the journey. “All of that gives us a total of eight hundred and one points for the game.” You giggled, thoroughly amused by the outcome.

“How the hell does that guy have seven thousand points!” Henry retorted, mouth dropping open at the leader board screen.

“Apparently, he knows da wae.” You joked, wheezing. “But hey! This is the first time I've made it all the way to Oregon!” You told him, hugging his arm. “You're a damn good banker. You suck as a farmer, though.” You teased him.

Henry chuckled, dropping his head forward to hide his blush. “Yeah, I'm pretty decent with money, not so much with toiling in the dirt.” He replied, before glancing at his watch. “But I need to check on the pizza dough.” He said, getting up and padding into the kitchen.

You followed after him, watching him pull the bowl out of the proving drawer and set it on the counter. The dough had risen nicely, so Henry lightly dusted his cutting board and turned the dough out onto it, divided it into two equal balls, then covered them with a clean tea towel and set a timer on his phone for ten minutes.

“Right, while we wait for the ten minutes, I'll get the Egg ready.” Henry smiled, heading out to his back deck.

Henry opened the large, green and egg-shaped grill, removing the inserts to fill the grill with charcoal, then put the rack back in with the pizza stone, so it would be ready for preheat. “You all right?” He asked, as he came back into the kitchen and found you bent over the kitchen counter, your forehead pressed to the cool wood.

“Mmhm.” You mumbled, arching your back downward with a soft moan.

“You don't seem like it.” He retorted, brow furrowing at you.

You sighed softly, looking at him from under your arm. “Just my back and hips, is all.”

Henry moved behind you, resting his palms on your hips and gently pressed his thumbs into the small of your back, starting to methodically work up and down your spine. You moaned, your eyes rolling into the back your head as Henry applied just the right amount of pressure and hit all the right spots, turning you into putty. Henry chuckled, feeling you melt under his palms, glad that he was bringing you some amount of relief and comfort from your pain.

“Better?” He cooed, massaging your hips.

“God mode.” You sighed, pressing your cheek to your forearms.

“Glad to be of service.” Henry laughed, kissing the back of your head. “Let's get these pizzas together.” He said, squeezing your hips and moved away, pulling out some ingredients for a quick pizza sauce. “This'll only take about ten minutes.” He said, pulling out a saucepan and set it on the stove.

“The suspense is killing us.” You teased, watching him add olive oil over medium heat, followed by crushed tomatoes, Italian seasoning, dried oregano leaves, basil and thyme, sea salt, freshly ground pepper and a dash of sugar with minced garlic.

“There we go! Now, to assemble these and fire them!” He smiled, carefully pouring the sauce into a bowl.

Using the still floured cutting board, Henry stretched both pizza dough into something that sort of resembled a circle, then put a thin layer of sauce on it, before grabbing the fresh mozzarella, cutting slices of it and layering them all over the pizzas, followed by the toppings you wanted on one of them, then the toppings he wanted on his.

“Onion, really?” You commented, watching him spread them out.

“It's not broccoli.” Henry smirked at you.

“Touche.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes, playfully. “They look good.” You smiled, nodding your head, approving.

“That they do.” Henry agreed, smiling across the island at you. “Any last minute adjustments?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow at you.

“Nope.” You shook your head, excited about the pizza.

“All right, let's get them get them baked then.” He said, picking up the cutting board and started towards the backyard again.

You slipped off the stool and followed after him, stepping onto the back deck as Henry set the pizzas on the shelf connected to the Egg, then opened its lid and lit the charcoal beneath it. Closing the lid again, so the grill would preheat, then glanced over at you and frowned.

“I'll be right back. Protect the pizza, Kal might try and steal them.” He chuckled, before going back inside for a moment and coming out with one of his hoodies. “Here, so you don't get cold.”

“Thanks.” You smirked, taking the dark blue garment from him and slipping it on, the soothing scent of Henry filling your nose as it settled around you.

You watched Henry check the thermometer on top of the grill's dome, opened the lid, releasing a rush of heat, then grabbed your pizza, wanting to feed you and the baby first, knowing you must be starving at this point, and situated it on the hot pizza stone, before shutting the lid again and set a timer.

“Here's to hoping these come out well.” He said, taking a seat beside you.

“I have all the faith in you.” You smiled at him, resting your shoulder against his.

“Oh, I forgot to take a photo of your pizza, before I put it in!” Henry gasped, slapping the heel of his palm to his forehead.

You laughed at him, shaking your head. “It'll be fine. You can still take one of yours, and take one of mine after it comes out.” You told him, patting his thigh.

“Yeah, true.” He nodded, digging his phone out of his pocket and pulling up his camera, then stood and snapped a couple angles of his pizza, before noticing he had a missed call from his manager, but brushed it off, not wanting to take his attention off of you and the great time the two of you were having.

“So, have you been thinking about names?” He asked, sitting back down next to you, pocketing his phone.

“I have.” You replied, with a soft sigh. “I've got a small list so far.” You told him, pulling out your own phone and pulled up a Google Document, before passing your phone over to Henry.

“Let's see what you have.” He smiled, skimming through the list. “Oliver, is a good name. Tristan. I like Gideon. Jason is really strong and solid.” He said, liking the names you had. “Skylar is unique.” He smiled, glance over at you, and handing your phone back.

“Kelly wanted me to add, Dane, to the list, because she's a fan of Dane Cook, the comedian.” You explained, taking your phone. “But all I could think of was kids at school and the playground making fun of him and calling him, Great Dane.” You snorted, shaking your head.

“Yeah, kids can be very cruel.” Henry agreed, a shiver running down his spine.

Henry's alarm went off and he opened the Egg, filling the air around you with the alluring scent of the pizza, making you moan and your mouth water, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you leaned forward, catching sight of the golden crust, bubbling and melted cheese, and caramelized bacon, your stomach rumbled and the baby kicked in anticipation. Henry slipped a pizza board underneath the pizza and gently lifted it, checking beneath it to make sure it was thoroughly cooked, before pulling it out and setting it back on the cutting board.

“It's a little more brown on the bottom.” He said, putting his in next.

“That's fine, as long as it's edible.”

“Definitely is!” Henry smiled, leaning over your steaming pizza and took a deep whiff of it.

“All that we care about then!” You grinned, rubbing your dancing belly.

“Oh, he's so excited to try my pizza!” Henry said, proudly, laying his hand on your stomach. “I'm flattered, little guy!” He beamed, rubbing whatever appendage pressed against his palm.

“Compliments to the cook.” You giggled, looking up at him.

With both pizzas cooked, you and Henry went back inside the mews, where Henry made you a fresh cup of Ginger tear, before you both settled on the couch together, finding something to watch on the tv, while munching on your food.

“You out did yourself, Hen.” You moaned, nodding your head as you ate your bite of pizza. “This is perfect.” You told him, finding it was just the right proportion of crust, sauce and toppings. “How's yours?” You asked, looking over at him.

“Other than being maybe in a minute or two longer than needed,” He answered, inspecting the half-eaten slice in his hand. “It's pretty delicious. So, I'd say we nailed dinner.” He smiled, proud of the teamwork and outcome.

“I quite agree.” You smiled, taking another bite.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” You asked, after helping Henry wash the dishes.

“Absolutely not!” He replied, putting the last plate on the dry rack. “Let me get a towel for you.” He said, moving around you and to the linen closet in the hallway outside his bedroom, taking out his fluffiest towel and set it on the bathroom counter, then stood there for a moment, tapping his foot, then turned and went into his walk-in closet, pulling one of his shirts off of the hanger and added it with the towel.

“That's a stupid idea.” He mumbled to himself, reaching out to grab it.

“You in there, this little person has to pee.” You called out, laughing.

“Fuck.” Henry barked, scurrying out of the bathroom. “All yours.” He smiled, hoping he looked casual.

“Thanks, I wouldn't want to upset Kal, by popping a squat in the yard and cover up one of his spots.” You joked, oblivious. “Might start a turf war.”

“I'm pretty sure it would.” Henry laughed back, relaxing, always finding himself at ease with you.

You grinned at him, gently touching his arm as you brushed by him into the bathroom. Henry bit his lip as he watched the bathroom door close, but swallowed it down and went about settling the house for bedtime. He grabbed a pillow from his bed and a blanket from the hall closet and started making up the couch, listening to the sound of the running shower in his room, while also trying not to think about your naked body, dripping wet.

“Stop, Cavill.” He hissed at himself, punch fluffing his pillow against the arm of the couch. “It's not going to happen.” He told himself, sure you wouldn't want anything of the sort, while you were expecting.

The shower cut off and a few minutes later you came out into the living room, Henry looked up at you from where he sat on the couch and instantly beamed, you stood beside the couch in nothing, but a pair of underwear and his shirt, your belly making a tent in the front of the black fabric, you looked so beautiful.

“Feel better?” He asked, looking you over.

“Much.” You nodded at him, smiling back at him. “What are you doing?” You frowned, motioning to the couch.

“Going to bed.” He replied, patting the pillow.

“Here?” You asked, surprised.

“Well, I can't have you sleeping on the couch.” Henry replied, chuckling.

“But this is also your house.” You countered, lifting a brow at him. “Besides, we're both adults, aren't we?” You asked, a lingering suggestion in your eyes.

The tip of Henry's tongue poked out, licking his lips as he stared back at you, his blue eyes darkening. “We are.” He nodded, agreeing at you.

“Then, why don't we go to bed?” You asked, cocking your head towards the hallway leading to Henry's bedroom.

A smirk tugged up one corner of Henry's mouth. “I won't argue with that logic.” He replied, standing up and grabbing his pillow.

“I shouldn't hope so.” You chuckled, following him down the hall to bed.

Henry tossed his pillow on the bed and pulled the blankets down, while you turned the lights out, then met each other on either side of the bed. A slight shyness coming over you both, before you climbed into bed first. Henry took a calming breath and laid down on his back beside you, feeling slightly stiff, he had just closed his eyes and was trying to will himself to sleep, when your side of the bed jerked and you burst out into a fit of giggles.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked, unable to prevent the grin from pulling across his mouth as he listened to you become almost hysterical.

“You're so stiff!” You laughed, tears streaming down your face. “What are you worried about? That scene for Alien, where that little creature pops out of John Hurt's stomach?” You asked, slipping your hand under the blankets and pushed it out above your belly.

Henry's head jerked back on his pillow, as he fell into a fit of laughter himself, pressing his palms to his face. You snorted as you watched Henry fall apart beside you, and felt him relax as well. He pulled his hands away from his face, the rise and fall of his chest slowed down as he caught his breath, he looked over at you, still grinning, and his blue eyes shining with amusement.

“It's just I've never really been in bed with a woman before, the first time, without it being...intimate.” He confessed, chewing on his bottom lip. “So, I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself.”

You laid there for a moment. “We could cuddle.” You suggested, meeting his eye again.

“I don't want to crowd you.” Henry protested, softly.

“Trust me, I can't get anymore crowded.” You chuckled, pointing to your belly.

“Yeah, you can move away from me, you can't do that with the baby, now can you?” He smirked, shyly.

“Nope, he lets me know that all the time, too.” You chuckled, rubbing your stomach over the blankets.

“Well, I'm down for snuggles with the two of you.” Henry confessed, liking the idea of you cradled against him.

“All right then.” You smirked, then turned onto your side.

Henry gulped softly, turning to face you and wiggled closer, while gently easing his tall and muscular body around you, pressing his knees into the back of your calves, his hand lightly resting on your hip and sighed as he relaxed, a gentle smile on his lips. You rested your back against Henry's chest, loving the warmth radiating off him and seeping into you, making you hum contently. Reaching out to take his hand from your hip, you gently placed it on your belly with a gently pat, making Henry chuckle and kiss the back of your head.

It was a few hours later that Henry woke alone in bed and frowned, sitting up, feeling his heart start to race and breathing quicken, not understanding why you weren't in bed with him anymore. Had you waited until he fell asleep, then crept back home, or had something happened with the baby and you just hadn't bothered waking him to go to the hospital. So caught up in his panic, Henry didn't hear the flush from the master bathroom or you calling out his name.

“Henry.” You repeated his name, quickly waddling to the edge of the bed, freaked out as you watched him gasp for air, reaching out to lay your hand on his shoulder, making him start. “It's all right, Henry. It's just me.” You reassured him, eyes wide with concern.

“You're still here.” He wheezed, looking at you, surprised.

You looked around the room, then back at Henry. “Yeah.” You nodded, brow pinching. “I just had to pee.” You told him, slowly sitting down on the bed next to him. “Where else would I be, Hen?” You asked, gently rubbing his back, trying to calm him down.

Henry took a deep breath and let it out very slowly, scrubbing his palms over his face, feeling stupid and clingy. “I'm so sorry. I just woke up, and you weren't there. I don't know what came over me.” He rasped, gulping thickly.

“It's fine.” You nodded, offering him a sweet smile, brushing your fingers through the back of his hair. “You want to lay back down?” You asked, motioning behind him.

Henry nodded and the two you laid back down, curling up together, Henry's hand moving around to cup the underside of your stomach, reassured by the gentle bumps of the baby pressing against it as he fell back to sleep.

When Henry woke up the next morning, you were still nestled against him, snoring softly and relaxed, he couldn't help, but watch you sleep for a while longer, before carefully getting out of bed, so he could start his fasted cardio for the day. But, he didn't make it to his elliptical, when his house phone rang and he ran to pick it up, before it woke you up.

“Hello!” He answered in a loud whisper.

“Henry, why haven't you been answering my calls!” His manager barked back.

“Dany.” Henry grinned, clearing his throat. “I've had company over.”

“Oh yeah, is it the pregnant woman you were photographed with?” Dany asked, her voice no less searing.

A hard lump formed in Henry's throat. “What?” He squeaked, eye twitching.

“Photos of you and a pregnant woman have been popping up all over online, most recently at the airport. But the blaring ones are of you getting into an altercation at a grocery store, with her.” Dany told him.

“So, who's the father, Henry?” She asked, bluntly.

Henry almost blurted out that he was, just to shut his manager and the rumor mills up, but he bit his tongue and raked a hand through his hair. “Her ex-boyfriend.” He sighed, dropping into a chair in his dining room. “She and I met on Tinder,”

“You made a Tinder profile, without telling me!” Dany barked, horrified.

“It was a moment of...desperation...of—loneliness, Dany.” Henry admitted to his manager, biting his lip. “I didn't actually expect to match and meet up with anyone, let alone a woman that was a couple months pregnant. But we started talking and...” A grin pulled across his face as he thought about the last several months he had spoken to and hung out with you. “I don't regret a single moment of it. It's been amazing, she's amazing, and so is that little one inside of her.”

“Henry, you're not that kid's father, you have a career to focus on, and a project in Jordan to think about.”

“And I am focusing on those things, Dany.” He frowned, not liking her tone or what she seemed to be hinting at. “I can do both.”

“Are you telling me, you want to help her raise a child that isn't yours?” Dany asked, sounding skeptical. “Did she ask you too?”

Henry pressed his lips together, mauling the idea over, he hadn't considered the idea fully, neither of you had really voiced how serious your relationship was. But the more Henry thought about it, the more his head bobbed. Yes, if your relationship turned to the serious, he would do everything in his power to help you raise that little boy, he didn't care if he was the biological father or not.

What mattered to Henry was you and the baby.

“Yes, I would.” He finally answered Dany. “We haven't spoken about it, yet. But we still have time too, and that's between her and I. No one else, Dany.” He told her, firmly.

“Fine then, but people are talking about her online.” Dany sighed, shaking her head.

“That's nothing new.” He replied, rolling his eyes. “They're going to think what they think. We can't change that, and I'm not going to force her into something she doesn't want.” He told her, knowing you liked your privacy, and wanted to respect that.

#Henry Cavill #henry cavill x reader #viking-raider fics #henrycavill #henry cavill fanfic #Swipe #Swipe *Fic*#Fluff #Cotton Candy Goodness #Angst #Sass #Henry Cavill Fanfic #Henry Cavill Fandom #Henry Cavill x You #Henry Cavill/Reader #Henry Cavill x Pregnant!Reader #Part Three #pregnant!reader

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burnin0akleaves · 2 years ago

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Will Treaty for the character ask

Oh you KNOW thats what I was dying to ramble about. And I mean it, this post ended up being VERY long ahdbfjbdjd sorry not sorry.

First impression: I read the series in middle grade first so I don't remember what my exact first impression was? But I'm pretty sure I found him relatable in Ruins of Gorlan, and then I thought he got cooler with every new book. I was a kid that didn't go outside a lot so reading about him travelling to different countries and having an important role to play in each new mission was extremely impressive to me. Funnily enough, I don't think he became my favourite character until I got to TRR, Horace took that role at first.

Impression now: Oh I think all of you know.

Favorite moment: I'm not sure if I have a singular favourite moment, so I'll go through a few really quickly.

In book 2 while the Skandians are leaving on the ship, Will actually gets a chance to escape. There is a brief moment where no eyes are on him and he acknowledges that if he jumped right now, he could probably swim back to shore easily. But then he remembers Cassandra, and decides to stay. Thats honestly such a huge fucking sacrifice to make, and he was a child at the time too! No one would blame him if he took the opportunity to escape, but Will would just never do that. When it's a choice between the people he loves most and his own well-being, he always chooses others first. No matter how scared he might be.

Speaking of fear, another scene I love is when Will is getting taunted by Ruhl. Like, the book acknowledges that Will is actually feeling scared shitless that Ruhl will burn him alive, and that he has to actively hold himself back from reacting when the man pretends to drop the torch. He even ends up letting out a sigh of relief when he finally backs off. But throughout the whole thing, he manages to keep all of it inside and doesn't emote anything. That takes so much self-control.

Also quick shoutout to how sassy he is when Ruhl's men overpower him. "Glad to hear it, pity I missed you."???? Slay.

And one last scene I gush over a lot is in Escape From Falaise; where Will decides that if the worst happens and they run out of time, he will make sure Maddie escapes and then face the wrath of the Baron alone. Again, selfless sacrifice. What a man.

Idea for a story: I'll be honest, I want to watch Will and Gilan fight. This has been trapped in some little part of my mind ever since the scene where Halt and Gilan confront Will at the start of book twelve, WHICH I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT FYI.

Maybe its a complicated situation where there is no right answer and Gilan has to be cold and collected because of his status as Commander while Will is passionate and wants to act as soon as possible. Both of them have understandable reasons for their side and its a situation where there is just no right answer, but Will is too passionate to let it go while Gilan is too responsible to bite more than he can chew at the time. So they fight. Really badly.

It ends up getting personal and at some point Will just drops his oakleaf and walks away. No one hears from him again for a really long time, including Maddie who had finished her training a few months ago. Gilan can't tell exactly what happened to anyone because the situation is something that needs to be kept secret, so everyone is in the dark about Will for a very long time.

A few years later Gilan has to go on a mission himself since the situation is dire and they need the best ranger they have. Halt is too old and Will is gone, so that leaves him. An unknown power is rising in a nearby country and threatening the king. This person's motives are unknown but according to this foreign king's word, they are extremely dangerous and need to be stopped immediately.

When Gilan arrives to take care of it, suprise suprise, its Will. Said king is a terrible person thats about to threaten all the neighbouring countries, so Will is hellbent on taking him down. Turns out in the years he was gone, Will had gained a lot of respect and power along with new friends. Gilan and Will fight, again.

In the middle of their fight they get ambushed and they have to fight side by side after so long. They handle it and end up having an emotional conversation where they hug each other and make up. Gilan learns more about the situation and realizes that while maaaybe willing to go a bit too far for it, Will is in the right. He also gets to know Will's new friends better and ends up liking them.

At this point Gilan has been gone for too long and the rest of the gang come to find him. They find him and they find Will. After everyone gets to have a reunion where the truth finally comes out, they work together and resolve the situation. I'm not sure whether Will goes back with them, refuses to go back to Araluen after he has made a life for himself in this new place, or abandons all things related to war and buys a remote cabin in the woods to live a peaceful life after that. But its one of those three. Also he has a second unnofficial apprentice and she and Maddie start dating after they have their own enemies to lovers arc.

Unpopular opinion: Sigh. The beard looks good on him and if you boil Will down to being Halt's son you're doing a disservice to his character, let it go, let him grow up.

Favorite relationship: I already wrote waaaay more than I should have so I'm going to ignore all family relationships and go straight for Alyss/Will/Horace/Evanlyn. "Godfather" my ass, you mean Maddie's parents call you babygirl.

Favorite headcanon: Eventually, Will goes out like his father Daniel. Surrounded by way too many enemies, putting an amazing last stand to save someone. I know this sounds angsty or whatever but honestly, I think a legendary man deserves to have a legendary death too. Him dying in bed peacefully of old age after everything he had to go through comes as a close second.

#rangers apprentice #will treaty #the royal ranger #🍂 textpost #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK and congrats to anyone that reads the whole thing #character ask game

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tevanavernus · 4 years ago

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Saudade - Chapter 1.

||Prologue||

Summary: "Saudade" - A nostalgic longing for a person or thing that was loved once, but is now lost.

Helmut Zemo's life was forever changed when the Avengers picked his country as a personal playground to fight their own creations. He would never regain the pieces of his life where he was a husband and a father of two. But the existence of new Super Soldiers might just bring him closer to that life he once had than he ever thought was possible. Madripoor holds secrets that even Baron Zemo does not know about.

Word Count: 6.2k

Helmut led them deeper into the garage where his personal collection was stored. Flicking the lights on, he was met with a couple of rows of his favourite antique cars. Just like he left them years ago. It wasn't all of his collection, the remaining couple of dozen were hidden away in other parts of the world. He made a mental note to thank to whoever kept the place cleaned and the cars taken care of. From an initial glance, all of them were spotless, just how he liked them.

"So our first move is grand theft auto?" Sam asked, crossing his arms the moment the light came on.

"These are mine. Collected by the family over the generations." Helmut explained as he pulled open the lid of the trunk. Some of the cars dated back all the way to pre-WW2. He could still remember his father showing him the collection when he was a young man himself. It was a tradition of a sort, in their family. A tradition that he carried on with Nic and was planning to do with Carl once he was older. Years down the line, the same cars, amongst others, were going to be split and passed down equally between them. Now, they would forever be in his collection. He supposed the traditions along with the family name would end with him.

Helmut glanced down at the trunk of the 1946 Packard Clipper that was filled with weapons, knives, and ammunition. He scanned through them all, considering what to take. Some of it will be useful, especially the ones that he could conceal easily. Hearing the doors of other cars being opened, he tilted his head towards Sam and James but refrained from making a comment. Sam chuckled from somewhere behind Helmut, making him turn to him. Sam pulled back from the 1934 Packard Twelve Series 1106 that he was checking out.

"Hey Zemo," He called out, grinning at whatever he was holding in his hand. "Have been secretly a fan-boy all along and were pissed we didn't invite you to hang out?"

"May I?" Helmut asked as he extended his hand. He had a suspicion of what it was already but wanted to see it himself.

"You should keep it. Really brings out your good side." Sam bit out sarcastically and lightly threw it across the couple of feet that were between them.

Helmut caught it easily and opened his palm to see a scratched-up keychain of Iron-Man's helmet. It was light, made of cheap metal, with nearly reflective orange and red paint.

"Huh," he muttered lowly, turning it around a couple of times. The key chain was an old, cheap trinket. He couldn't even remember where Carl picked it up. Their city wasn't exactly in support of Iron man even before the Ultron mess so he doubted it was in Novi Grad. "It belonged to my son. My eldest stole it from him, she liked to do that when they were fighting. I imagine there was another fight over the fact that she lost it."

"Put it away before you lose it," Helmut told her the moment he noticed it dangling from her pocket. "What is it with you and stealing Carl's things?"

"I'm not going to lose it." Nic rolled her eyes and grabbed it. Throwing it to the holder inside the car door she turned to him. "See?"

"Hold up," Sam cut in, pulling Helmut's attention back to him. "You have kids?"

"Had, until your friends showed up. Why does this surprise you? I had a life outside of work." Helmut asked as he ran his thumb across the keychain before putting it into his pocket. It held no value or use, just a small sentimental trinket, he should throw it out.

"Don't get sassy with me, man. If you drop a bomb on us like this, I'm gonna have questions." Sam rolled his eyes, shutting the door harder than it was necessary. Rude.

"As we all do I imagine. Curiosity is wired into our genes after all-"

"Not the time." James interrupted their conversation.

"Right, as I was saying," Helmut cleared his throat and went over to the yellow 1934 SS1 Jaguar where he knew he stored his coat. It was a nice coat. Warm, great quality leather with soft fur around the neck. Ivana loved to steal it and drop it over her shoulders the moment he looked away even for a second. No matter how many times he offered to get her one as well, she would just roll her eyes at him and stick her arms inside it as if to prove the point that it was already hers. It was funny how much it would engulf her, he wouldn't be able to protest for too long even if it ended up in him freezing his ass off at times. He blinked. "I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once it's out there, someone can create an army of people… like the Avengers."

Helmut placed the coat on top of the car, making sure it wouldn't fall to the dirty ground. Trying to keep his expression neutral as a wave of bitterness washed over him, he bent down to retrieve a bag from the inside. Once the coat was removed, on the green leather of the car seat, his old, purple mask stared back at him. He paused, having forgotten that he threw it here the last time he drove the car.

Nic made a face as she lifted the mask up and took a look at it. He had stored it away in the compartment box but Nic made her way inside it to snoop around.

"You don't like it?" He raised his eyebrow, pulling out of the garage and into the traffic. He promised to bring her to the Zoo couple of days prior and they were meant to return back home the next day. So begrudgingly, he found a couple of hours in the day when he could bring her, even though they went there not even half a year ago for her thirteenth birthday.

"It's…um…very purple."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Why is it so purple?"

"I think you just don't appreciate fashion." He accused her teasingly.

"You call this fashion?" She shot back.

" I let you sit in the front of the car with me and this is what I get in return?" Helmut feigned the hurt in his voice. "Being bullied by my own daughter."

Nic snorted and pulled it over her head. She pulled down the sun visor to see how she looked before turning to him. He wasn't surprised in the least to see that it was way too big for her. The holes for the eyes and mouth were too low and covered her vision instead.

"You're going to be grounded if I find any makeup stains inside it." He threatened and moved his hand from the gearbox to pull the mask off her head. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why she was already putting it on her face. Throwing it behind him to the back, he ruffled her hair even more, causing her to cry out and swat his hand away.

Swallowing, Helmut reached for the mask. His hand lingered on the soft material for a moment. Clicking his tongue, he grasped it tighter and pushed it inside the bag. It will be useful if they ran into trouble and he needed to stay out of the public eye. Nothing else. They really needed to get a move on. The familiarity of the place was making all the memories that he had no time or energy for to come back.

"I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished." Helmut asserted, taking the coat and dropping it over his forearm. With the bag in hand, he walked back to the 1946 Packard Clipper.

"To do this, we'll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes." He explained as he filled up the bag with a couple of knives, handguns, and few boxes of rounds.

"Well, join the party. We've already started." Sam remarked from behind him. He was the jokester amongst them, Helmut thought but ignored his comment.

"First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb." He added.

Once he was by the door, Helmut placed the bag on the floor and turned back to his 'team-mates'.

"Stay here." He ordered them, not particularly wanting them to go around and explore the rest of the building.

"Where are you going?" Sam demanded to know, ready to leap into a fight.

"To change, Sam," Helmut smirked and made a point to look down at his police uniform. "I would offer you to join, but I must say I was a married man and I don't break my vows."

"Just hurry up," Sam grunted disgusted at the image Helmut must have created in his brain.

Helmut did not hurry up. In fact, he took his sweet time in choosing his outfit. The upper level of the garage was converted into a somewhat livable space if it ever came to that. Ignoring the spare bedroom, he went straight to the room that acted as a walk-in wardrobe. After going through the options, he ended up settling on a pair of black slacks and a dark purple turtle neck that was loose enough to conceal the Kevlar bulletproof vest underneath.

"My, my." Ivana grinned, coming into their bathroom and leaning against the door frame while he was buttoning up his shirt. "Don't you look charming tonight?"

"Are you sure your opinion is not swayed by the fact that you got me the shirt?" Helmut raised his eyebrow as he watched her through the mirror.

"Of course not, Helmut," She rolled her eyes playfully, coming in further and wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. "But I gotta say, purple is your colour."

He hummed and tilted his head against her cheek as he finished the buttons, leaving the top two unbuttoned. She leaned in and placed her lips on his earlobe, nibbling it lightly.

"Brings out your eyes," She breathed into his ear, making him shiver.

"Honey," He grinned and turned around to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer until she was pressed firmly against his chest. He leaned in, pressing their lips together for the briefest moment. "If you keep this up, we won't leave this bathroom."

"Doesn't sound half bad to me," She quipped and grabbed his shirt to tug him back, deepening the kiss.

"Daddy!" Carl called out all the way from the bottom of the stairs, interrupting them. At the age of five, he possessed the power to scream down the house when he wanted something. "The TV stopped!"

"Duty calls," he half groaned out and stole another quick kiss, not wanting to leave just yet. "You nearly ready?"

"More ready than you."

Helmut blinked the memory away as he put the razor back in its place and looked at himself in the mirror. With a clean shaved face and back in his regular clothes, he looked half decent. Almost like he didn't spend years rotting away in a cell with nothing but books. Almost like he was presentable enough to go home. Except there was no one to greet him there now. Sighing, he grabbed his gloves from the sink counter and shut the light off on his way.

"Really? You couldn't have taken any longer?" James asked exasperated the moment he reappeared. To his surprise, they seemed to have listened and stayed where he ordered them to.

"I certainly could have, but unfortunately we have a plane to catch." Grabbing his bag and coat, he opened the door and threw them into the back.

"How you plan to get all this through the security? Not to mention that you're a runaway criminal?" Sam quizzed as he side-stepped quicker than usual to get to the front seat.

"I have my ways, you'll see," Helmut responded and pressed the button to open the garage door. Sitting down behind the wheel felt nice. He had to admit, he missed driving.

Once on the road, the car fell into silence for a few moments with the radio playing quietly, before Sam ruined it by opening his mouth.

"So what? You took your kids on your little killing sprees?"

"Killing sprees, as you call it, involve a great amount of waiting around. We went sightseeing, mostly. Sometimes shopping." Helmut entertained his idiotic question as he sped up, darting in between the traffic. He smiled smugly catching James' eye-roll in the back mirror.

From their expressions, Helmut gathered that both Sam and James did not expect him to bring them into a small airport forty minutes outside the city and waltz through it like he owned it. The workers that noticed them simply nodded their heads in greeting and minded their business.

"So all this time you've been rich?" Sam asked, surprise evident in his voice as the three of them made their way towards a private jet that was parked on the runway.

"I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." Helmut explained as they walked past the plane's wing.

Oeznik was waiting for them by the stairs. Helmut smiled, genuinely happy to see his most loyal friend. The man was in his life as long as he could remember and he was there by his side when Nic and Carl were born, watching them over while he was away. Helmut owed him a debt that he could never repay.

"Hello, Oeznik." Helmut greeted him in Russian the moment he was close enough to be heard over the engine. Oeznik was the one who sat him through hours of Russian lessons many years ago. It was only fair that he would greet him in it.

"Welcome, gentlemen." Oeznik greeted them back in Russian, causing Helmut to grin wider. While James knew Russian better than anyone, Helmut wasn't sure if Sam did.

"Old friend." Helmut embraced him and kissed both of his cheeks. It had been too long. Nodding to him, Helmut turned to James and Sam. Partly to get them on the plane, and partially because he couldn't look at the man for too long, not when he was looking at him with such adoration. Like he was truly happy to see him. It felt wrong. Undeserving. It made his skin crawl.

"Please." Helmut invited them in and boarded the plane. It was one of the smaller jet's that belonged to him; a six-seater with a small gallery. Perfect for quick travel.

While Sam and Bucky got comfortable in their seats, Helmut took a moment to go through the gallery in hopes of finding something that would pass the time between taking off and reaching the optimal altitude. He wasn't a fan of how rocky the first part of the journey tended to be. Helmut could already hear them going back and forth between each other. Finding a book, he pulled out a small red notebook from his coat's pocket. He nicked it, mostly out of curiosity, from James when he wasn't paying attention. He was sure it would also help to understand where the soldier's mind was at currently. After having his memory scrambled for decades, he was bound to be desperate to write down anything important, in fears of forgetting it. It was only logical.

Putting it in the middle of the book, he returned to the cabin and picked a seat near Sam, so that he could have a viewpoint advantage to watch James. He took a look at him for a moment before opening the book and feigning his interest in it. The former Winter soldier had no idea that he lost something. Perhaps James was trying to suppress anything that had to do with the Winter Soldier, including his heightened senses.

Once they were airborne, Oeznik returned with a glass of champagne for him. Helmut chuckled softly and reached out for it, crossing his legs as he leaned back into his chair.

"Apologies if that's a little warm, the fridge is out. But I will see if there is some good food in the galley."

"If it doesn't pass the smell test… give it to them," Helmut suggested in Sokovian, tilting his head towards them, to give just enough suspicion that he was saying something about them. It was fun, getting under their skin. Besides, it wasn't likely that they would tell a difference even if they took the offer of food which he doubted they would. Probably would believe that he was trying to poison them.

"It's good to have you back, sir." Oeznik chuckled with affection in his voice and returned back to the gallery. Helmut tilted his glass before taking a sip, hoping to wash away the heaviness in his stomach that formed. He could think of a couple of things that would be better than him to have back.

"You don't know what it's like to be locked in a cell. Oh. That's right. You do." He couldn't help but deliver the dig, even at the expense of setting their 'friendship' a step backward. He wanted to acknowledge Sam's time in the RAFT, of the time that he was a prisoner just like himself. That they had something in common, not just an enemy. Also to hint that he kept up with the news, that he knew of their actions and steps, even all the way from a prison cell.

"Why don't you tell us about where we're going?" For what it's worth, Helmut had to give a point to Sam for not falling for the most basic bait.

Helmut instead of answering picked up his book and flicked through the notebook, settling on a list. He paused for a second. He was familiar with the names on it. After spending over a year learning everything there was about James' time as the Winter Soldier, he had Black widow to thank for making his job easier, he understood the meaning behind them. What took him by surprise was to see his own name amongst them.

"I'm sorry. I was just fascinated by this." Helmut changed the subject, concentrating on one name that he didn't recognize. Nakajima was circled a couple of times, most likely the most important name on the list. However, he never came across of a Nakajima in James' files. "I don't know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?"

James jumped from his seat and within a second, had the vibranium arm around his throat. The suddenness did catch him off guard, causing him to exhale sharply but he wasn't scared. The grip was tight, in a way that was meant to send a message, not to actually cause harm. Besides, why would you be scared of a thing you craved in the dead of night? Death wasn't something that could be used against him, not when he welcomed it years ago.

Helmut maintained eye contact, almost daring him to go further. To prove his point. That was what the serum did to people. Edged them towards extremes, and James Barnes was as extreme as one could get. A man-made killing machine.

"If you touch that again, I'll kill you." James declared, with a calmness in his voice that only people who had their hands dirty could muster. Touchy subject then. He yanked the notebook out of his hands and only then released his grip.

"I'm sorry," Helmut apologized, his voice sounding hoarser from the strain it just experienced. "I understand that list of names. People you've wronged as the Winter Soldier."'But why is my name important enough to you for you to write it down in your amends?' was left unasked.

"Don't push it." James bit out, becoming guarded once again, just like when he came to his cell. He reminded Helmut of a dog he used to see back home. Desperate for help, but too long on the streets to trust anyone.

"I've seen that book. It was Steve's when he came out of the ice." Sam noted with fondness in his voice. "I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What'd you think?"

"I like '40s music, so…" James replied, clenching his jaw.

"You didn't like it?"

"I liked it."

"It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience." Helmut joined in the conversation.

"He's out of line, but he's right. It's great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye."

"I like Marvin Gaye."

"Steve adored Marvin Gaye."

"You must have really looked up to Steve. But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America's Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals."

"Watch your step, Zemo." Sam warned him but he ignored it.

"They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? No. That is why we're going to Madripoor."

"What's up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it's Skull Island." Sam asked, glancing between him and James.

"It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s." James was the one to answer him. That was a light way of putting it.

"It's kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone."'But we both know that's not quite true don't we?' Helmut left unsaid.

The flight from Germany to Madripoor took roughly fourteen hours. For the first couple of hours, they sat in relative silence. Helmut drowned himself into the book while James looked out the window and Sam had his AirPods in, drumming his fingers against the armrest to the beat of a song.

Helmut shifted in his seat, closing the book. Sighing, he placed it on the chair opposite of him and stood up needing to stretch his legs. The jet didn't have that much space to walk so he chose to cross the gallery to refill his glass. With the drink in hand, he wandered down into the cockpit where Oeznik and another pilot were sitting.

"Sir." The pilot greeted him in Russian the moment he noticed him leaning against the door frame.

"Excellent flying, Dabrowski." Helmut smiled, crossing his arms. "haven't felt any turbulence."

"Thank you sir."

The cockpit fell into silence, not that Helmut minded. He was too used to it to find it uncomfortable. He watched the clouds pass them by, sipping the champagne. Feeling eyes on him, he turned to Oeznik.

"Did they treat you alright, Helmut? Truly?" Oeznik asked, switching to Sokovian while looking at him with such adoration and worry that Helmut had to look away yet again. He cleared his throat and plastered a smile on his face. Even to himself it felt forced.

"Of course Oeznik, you worry too much." He chided him gently. The man always fussed about him. He always fretted over Ivana as well, concerned if she ate enough throughout the day. Never went a day without secretly giving Nic and Carl a piece of candy even if Carl never was able to keep it a secret.

"Well it has been my job for over forty years and you tend to find trouble around every corner." The older man chuckled fondly.

"Nonsense, I'm always on my best behavior. How have you been? I imagine you enjoyed the much-needed vacation days." Helmut changed the subject easily. He didn't want to linger on what once was.

"If I knew your drastic ways of making me take the vacation days off, I would have taken them sooner," Oeznik joked before his smile fell away. "Things have been quiet. It a strange thing to get used to. Even after all these years, I expect to hear Nic and Car, to just pop out around any corner that I turn. I make sure they always have fresh flowers, especially Ivana. She was hellbent on having fresh flowers around the house."

His voice broke, thick with emotion. Helmut had to bite down the inside of his cheek to keep himself composed. The metallic taste filled his mouth and as he ran his tongue over the spot, it sent a small jolt of pain.

It had been so long since he saw their graves. He only went there once, to watch their caskets be lowered into a deep hole. As if that somehow could have brought him some sort of closure, as if it would have granted him the ability to say goodbye. The thought of returning, of stepping a foot in that damned graveyard, of looking at three tombstones, side by side, washed him over with such coldness that even if he jumped into antarctic water he would have been warmer. Shame flooded him. What kind of a man did not visit his own family? What kind of a husband, a father, would let them rot alone.

"Thank you, Oeznik. I'll…" Helmut swallowed, trying to find the words that seemed determined to be stuck in his throat and left unsaid. "I'll make sure to pay them a visit. Later."

Helmut did what he did best; he lied. You told her they would be safe. Look how that turned out.

Made another useless promise, knowing full well he couldn't walk down that path, not without putting a bullet in himself and joining them.

Madripoor was just as vivid and bright as he remembered. The lights of the High Town shone from miles away. They stopped by Helmut's safe house, where James and Sam reluctantly changed into a set of clothes that wouldn't instantly attract attention to them. Especially for the roles that they would have to play if they wanted to get information. Unsurprisingly, it took longer to convince Sam to dress up than it did James.

"We have to fix this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp." Sam groaned out, looking at his apparel for the tenth time in disgust.

"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp." Helmut sighed as he dug out his phone and split his attention between looking at the road in front of them and through the gallery to find a picture of Conrad Mack. "You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger."

"He even has a bad nickname." Sam took a glance at the picture. "he does look like me, though."

Sam passed the phone back to him. The closer they walked to the city, the sharper the distinct stench became.

"You smell this?" Helmut asked keeping his attention upfront. A car was arranged to collect them at any moment now, but anything could happen between now and then. He rather not have surprises popping up at them in a place like this. Even he didn't know the city that well and he doubted many people would be willing to help out.

"Yeah, what is that? Acid?"

More like a combined mixture of the fumes from the buildings, production of drugs, all the imported animals and God knows what else. Helmut had no doubt that the water surrounding the city was toxic and could kill someone if they fell into it.

"Madripoor."

A bright beam of headlights flashed them as a car came to a stop a short distance away from them.

"No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error." Helmut explained calmly, barely moving his lips just in case the driver felt particularly nosy. They could trust no one.

"High Town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way." He added, opening the passenger door.

"Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town." Sam said as he walked around the car.

Helmut gave him a smile and sat down in the front. The destination, Brass Monkey, was already agreed during the call so Helmut only needed to forward the payment before the car moved in the direction of Low Town.

It did not take long until several motorcycles surrounded their car. Someone already knew of their arrival before they even took a step inside Low Town. Helmut's money was on the Power Broker, which was not the best news for them. He watched Sam turn around and look behind him through the rear-view mirror.

Once the car stopped, Helmut nodded to the driver and exited the car. Wordlessly, he led James and Sam through the streets, passing armed guards, dealers, and hookers until they arrived at Brass Monkey.

"Here we are. Remember your roles no matter what happens." He reminded them again, giving a hard look to Sam. He knew once James got into the role of the Winter Soldier again, there would be very little that could affect him enough to give up their act. It was Sam who made him nervous. His seemingly constant need to check up and staring at James might be the thing that gets them caught. The last thing they needed was for the whole city-state to put a bounty on their head.

The inside was packed with all sorts of lowlifes.

"Ready to comply… Winter Soldier?" Helmut asked James in Russian, loud enough for people to hear and for whispering to begin. He needed the whispers to travel to the right people. Not only would it get them to Selby faster, but it would also buy him security. Winter Soldier's reputation around these parts was well known, not many would want to dive headfirst at them.

Helmut lead them to the bar and took a quick glance around. For the most part, there was no one that stood out or seemed out of place. He noticed that to their right a couple of feet away, two women stood together, but only one of them kept her eyes trained on them. It was the insistent staring that caught his attention. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell much about them, the taller one wore a hood and the one that was watching them had a mask that covered half of her face. The mask reminded him of what the Winter Soldier used to wear. The Bar's security perhaps. Or maybe an interested party.

"Hello, gentlemen. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger." The barman approached them, distracting him from the two women. He took a look at Sam but didn't appear to be suspicious over his appearance.

"His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby." Helmut answered instead. They had agreed that he would do all the talking and they would simply need to nod along and look pretty.

"The usual?"

There came their test. Seeing the barman take a cobra out of a glass container and drag a knife across it, Helmut sighed dramatically, expressing his feigned happiness at receiving Sam's 'favourite' drink. It was made out Gin, Triple Sec, Cobra heart, and finger lim.

"Smiling Tiger, your favorite." He emphasized with a smile on his face. Helmut had to admit, it was going to be fun.

The barman placed their drinks on the table.

"I love these," Sam spoke up and looked at him, holding the shot as far away as he could from himself.

"Cheers, Conrad." Helmut clinked their glasses and knocked back the shot. It burned his throat as it went down, the heart adding that extra kick of spice to the mix. It wouldn't be his first choice of drink, but it wasn't the worst that he tasted.

"Mmm. Mmm."

While Sam tried to force himself to drink the shot before it became too obvious, Helmut glanced to the corner of the table again. The woman with the hood was gone but the second one was interested in watching Sam with the drink. They definitely had an audience. Not so good.

Hearing someone approach from behind, Helmut turned in time to see the Power Broker's henchman coming up.

"I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here."

Helmut considered his words carefully. They needed to prove that James was under his control. These types of talks often needed a bargaining chip and what was better than a Winter Soldier?

"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…" he responded and gestured to James who was stiffly standing beside him.

"New haircut?"

"Or bring Selby for a chat."

After a glance at James, the henchman left them alone. Hopefully to get Selby. Licking his lips, Helmut turned back to the bar.

"A Power Broker? Really?" James muttered out lowly, unimpressed with the name. Not that Helmut could blame him, the name was a little bit cliché.

"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar." Helmut shrugged. The one time that he indirectly dealt with the Power Broker was back in '08, when the EKO Scorpion needed to obtain a particular nerve agent for one of their missions. Even back then, you did not want to get on the wrong side of the Power Broker. He didn't even want to imagine how big his empire was now.

"Do you know him?" Sam whispered, glancing around the bar.

"Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is the judge, jury, and executioner." Helmut elaborated and tilted his head to their watcher. "And has eyes and ears everywhere. She hasn't stopped watching us ever since we stepped a foot near the bar."

Sam's eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise and he glanced in her direction. Helmut didn't have much time to say anything else. More of the Power Broker's men were making their way towards them.

"Winter Soldier." Helmut looked at James dead in the eye. "Attack."

He ordered in Russian just as a hand gripped his shoulder. James did not hesitate, ripping the man's arm off him and bending it backward. Dragging him towards the centre of the room, he broke the man's arm in half and threw a punch in his face using the prosthetic arm, rendering the man useless on the floor.

Helmut smiled. He was right after all. No matter how much James denied, the Winter Soldier was right there, still inside him. The bystanders took out their phones, filming as the Winter Soldier single-handedly took out anyone that came at him.

Helmut stood back and apart from pushing a couple of them into Winter Soldier's path, he watched the scene unfold. James was lethal, just like he was all the way back when they first met and Helmut uttered the words of his programming. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the woman leaning her body over the counter as she said something to the barman who promptly left with a phone pressed to his ear.

"Didn't take much for him to fall back into form." Helmut chuckled, shrugging his shoulders at Sam who seemed a little bit pale. He barely paid any attention to Helmut, his eyes only watching James.

The Winter Soldier grabbed someone by the throat and lifted him in the air before throwing him over the counter. The sound of multiple guns cocking behind them made Helmut's heart skip a single beat. Glancing around, it seemed like every single person was arming themselves. Sam gripped James' forearm causing Helmut to hiss out:

"Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us."

The Flying Tiger certainly would not be touching James' without wishing a swift death sentence. James' not reacting to a threat, allowing a touch on himself would blow their cover to pieces. Sam let go.

"Well done, soldier." Helmut praised James, replacing Sam's hand on him with his own. He needed to take control of the situation and fast.

The barman returned and nodded to the woman.

"Selby will see you now. Follow me, gentlemen." She spoke out for the first time, rising from her seat. The honeyed voice twinged with a familiar accent ripped the breath right out of Helmut's lungs. Even muffled by the mask, it was distinguishable in all the ways that it couldn't have been possible. It halted him to the spot, unable so much as to inhale the air that his lungs started to scream for. He did not see James let go of the man or Sam cast him a confused look when he made no move to follow.

This was not possible.

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2020 in Movies - My Top 30 Fave Movies (Part 2)

20. ONWARD – Disney and Pixar’s best digitally animated family feature of 2020 (beating the admittedly impressive Soul to the punch) clearly has a love of fantasy roleplay games like Dungeons & Dragons, its quirky modern-day AU take populated by fantastical races and creatures seemingly tailor-made for the geek crowd … needless to say, me and many of my friends absolutely loved it. That doesn’t mean that the classic Disney ideals of love, family and believing in yourself have been side-lined in favour of fan-service – this is as heartfelt, affecting and tearful as their previous standouts, albeit with plenty of literal magic added to the metaphorical kind. The central premise is a clever one – once upon a time, magic was commonplace, but over the years technology came along to make life easier, so that in the present day the various races (elves, centaurs, fauns, pixies, goblins and trolls among others) get along fine without it. Then timid elf Ian Lightfoot (Tom Holland) receives a wizard’s staff for his sixteenth birthday, a bequeathed gift from his father, who died before he was born, with instructions for a spell that could bring him back to life for one whole day. Encouraged by his brash, over-confident wannabe adventurer elder brother Barley (Chris Pratt), Ian tries it out, only for the spell to backfire, leaving them with the animated bottom half of their father and just 24 hours to find a means to restore the rest of him before time runs out. Cue an “epic quest” … needless to say, this is another top-notch offering from the original masters of the craft, a fun, affecting and thoroughly infectious family-friendly romp with a winning sense of humour and inspired, flawless world-building. Holland and Pratt are both fantastic, their instantly believable, ill-at-ease little/big brother chemistry effortlessly driving the story through its ingenious paces, and the ensuing emotional fireworks are hilarious and heart-breaking in equal measure, while there’s typically excellent support from Julia Louis-Dreyfus (Elaine from Seinfeld) as Ian and Barley’s put-upon but supportive mum, Laurel, Octavia Spencer as once-mighty adventurer-turned-restaurateur “Corey” the Manticore and Mel Rodriguez (Getting On, The Last Man On Earth) as overbearing centaur cop (and Laurel’s new boyfriend) Colt Bronco. The film marks the sophomore feature gig for Dan Scanlon, who debuted with 2013’s sequel Monsters University, and while that was enjoyable enough I ultimately found it non-essential – no such verdict can be levelled against THIS film, the writer-director delivering magnificently in all categories, while the animation team have outdone themselves in every scene, from the exquisite environments and character/creature designs to some fantastic (and frequently delightfully bonkers) set-pieces, while there’s a veritable riot of brilliant RPG in-jokes to delight geekier viewers (gelatinous cube! XD). Massive, unadulterated fun, frequently hilarious and absolutely BURSTING with Disney’s trademark heart, this was ALMOST my animated feature of the year. More on that later …

19. THE GENTLEMEN – Guy Ritchie’s been having a rough time with his last few movies (The Man From UNCLE didn’t do too bad but it wasn’t exactly a hit and was largely overlooked or simply ignored, while intended franchise-starter King Arthur: Legend of the Sword was largely derided and suffered badly on release, dying a quick death financially – it’s a shame on both counts, because I really liked them), so it’s nice to see him having some proper success with his latest, even if he has basically reverted to type to do it. Still, when his newest London gangster flick is THIS GOOD it seems churlish to quibble – this really is what he does best, bringing together a collection of colourful geezers and shaking up their status quo, then standing back and letting us enjoy the bloody, expletive-riddled results. This particularly motley crew is another winning selection, led by Matthew McConaughey as ruthlessly successful cannabis baron Mickey Pearson, who’s looking to retire from the game by selling off his massive and highly lucrative enterprise for a most tidy sum (some $400,000,000 to be precise) to up-and-coming fellow American ex-pat Matthew Berger (Succession’s Jeremy Strong, oozing sleazy charm), only for local Chinese triad Dry Eye (Crazy Rich Asians’ Henry Golding, chewing the scenery with enthusiasm) to start throwing spanners into the works with the intention of nabbing the deal for himself for a significant discount. Needless to say Mickey’s not about to let that happen … McConaughey is ON FIRE here, the best he’s been since Dallas Buyers Club in my opinion, clearly having great fun sinking his teeth into this rich character and Ritchie’s typically sparkling, razor-witted dialogue, and he’s ably supported by a quality ensemble cast, particularly co-star Charlie Hunnam as Mickey’s ice-cold, steel-nerved right-hand-man Raymond Smith, Downton Abbey’s Michelle Dockery as his classy, strong-willed wife Rosalind, Colin Farrell as a wise-cracking, quietly exasperated MMA trainer and small-time hood simply known as the Coach (who gets many of the film’s best lines), and, most notably, Hugh Grant as the film’s nominal narrator, thoroughly morally bankrupt private investigator Fletcher, who consistently steals the film. This is Guy Ritchie at his very best – a twisty rug-puller of a plot that constantly leaves you guessing, brilliantly observed and richly drawn characters you can’t help loving in spite of the fact there’s not a single hero among them, a deliciously unapologetic, politically incorrect sense of humour and a killer soundtrack. Getting the cinematic year off to a phenomenal start, it’s EASILY Ritchie’s best film since Sherlock Holmes, and a strong call-back to the heady days of Snatch (STILL my favourite) and Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels. Here’s hoping he’s on a roll again, eh?

18. SPONTANEOUS – one of the year’s biggest under-the-radar surprise hits for me was one which I actually might not have caught if things had been a little more normal and ordered. Thankfully with all the lockdown and cinematic shutdown bollocks going on, this fantastically subversive and deeply satirical indie teen comedy horror came along at the perfect time, and I completely flipped out over it. Now those who know me know I don’t tend to gravitate towards teen cinema, but like all those other exceptions I’ve loved over the years, this one had a brilliantly compulsive hook I just couldn’t turn down – small-town high-schooler Mara (Knives Out and Netflix’ Cursed’s Katherine Langford) is your typical cool outsider kid, smart, snarky and just putting up with the scene until she can graduate and get as far away as possible … until one day in her senior year one of her classmates just inexplicably explodes. Like her peers, she’s shocked and she mourns, then starts to move on … until it happens again. As the death toll among the senior class begins to mount, it becomes clear something weird is going on, but Mara has other things on her mind because the crisis has, for her, had an unexpected benefit – without it she wouldn’t have fallen in love with like-minded oddball new kid Dylan (Lean On Pete and Words On Bathroom Walls’ Charlie Plummer). The future’s looking bright, but only if they can both live to see it … this is a wickedly intelligent film, powered by a skilfully executed script and a wonderfully likeable young cast who consistently steer their characters around the potential cliched pitfalls of this kind of cinema, while debuting writer-director Brian Duffield (already a rising star thanks to scripts for Underwater, The Babysitter and blacklist darling Jane Got a Gun among others) show he’s got as much talent and flair for crafting truly inspired cinema as he has for thinking it up in the first place, delivering some impressively offbeat set-pieces and several neat twists you frequently don’t see coming ahead of time. Langford and Plummer as a sassy, spicy pair who are easy to root for without ever getting cloying or sweet, while there’s glowing support from the likes of Hayley Law (Rioverdale, Altered Carbon, The New Romantic) as Mara’s best friend Tess, Piper Perabo and Transparent’s Rob Huebel as her increasingly concerned parents, and Insecure’s Yvonne Orji as Agent Rosetti, the beleaguered government employee sent to spearhead the investigation into exactly what’s happening to these kids. Quirky, offbeat and endlessly inventive, this is one of those interesting instances where I’m glad they pushed the horror elements into the background so we could concentrate on the comedy, but more importantly these wonderfully well-realised and vital characters – there are some skilfully executed shocks, but far more deep belly laughs, and there’s bucketloads of heart to eclipse the gore. Another winning debut from a talent I intend to watch with great interest in the future.

17. HAMILTON – arriving just as Black Lives Matter reached fever-pitch levels, this feature presentation of the runaway Broadway musical smash-hit could not have been better timed. Shot over three nights during the show’s 2016 run with the original cast and cut together with specially created “setup shots”, it’s an immersive experience that at once puts you right in amongst the audience (at times almost a character themselves, never seen but DEFINITELY heard) but also lets you experience the action up close. And what action – it’s an incredible show, a thoroughly fascinating piece of work that reads like something very staid and proper on paper (an all-encompassing biographical account of the life and times of American Founding Father Alexander Hamilton) but, in execution, becomes something very different and EXTREMELY vital. The execution certainly couldn’t be further from the usual period biopic fare this kind of historical subject matter usually gets (although in the face of recent high quality revisionist takes like Marie Antoinette, The Great and Tesla it’s not SO surprising), while the cast is not at all what you’d expect – with very few notable exceptions the cast is almost entirely people of colour, despite the fact that the real life individuals they’re playing were all very white indeed. Every single one of them is also an absolute revelation – the show’s writer-composer Lin-Manuel Miranda (already riding high on the success of In the Heights) carries the central role of Hamilton with effortless charm and raw star power, Leslie Odom Jr. (Smash, Murder On the Orient Express) is duplicitously complex as his constant nemesis Aaron Burr, Christopher Jackson (In the Heights, Moana, Bull) oozes integrity and nobility as his mentor and friend George Washington, Phillipa Soo is sweet and classy as his wife Eliza while Renée Elise Goldsberry (The Immortal Life of Henrietta Jacks, Altered Carbon) is fiery and statuesque as her sister Angelica Schuyler (the one who got away), and Jonathan Groff (Mindhunter) consistently steals every scene he’s in as fiendish yet childish fan favourite King George III, but the show (and the film) ultimately belongs to veritable powerhouse Daveed Diggs (Blindspotting, The Good Lord Bird) in a spectacular duel role, starting subtly but gaining scene-stealing momentum as French Revolutionary Gilbert du Motier, the Marquis de Lafayette, before EXPLODING onto the stage in the second half as indomitable third American President Thomas Jefferson. Not having seen the stage show, I was taken completely by surprise by this, revelling in its revisionist genius and offbeat, quirky hip-hop charm, spellbound by the skilful ease with which is takes the sometimes quite dull historical fact and skews it into something consistently entertaining and absorbing, transported by the catchy earworm musical numbers and thoroughly tickled by the delightfully cheeky sense of humour strung throughout (at least when I wasn’t having my heart broken by moments of raw dramatic power). Altogether it’s a pretty unique cinematic experience I wish I could have actually gotten to see on the big screen, and one I’ve consistently recommended to all my friends, even the ones who don’t usually like musicals. As far as I’m concerned it doesn’t need a proper Les Misérables style screen adaptation – this is about as perfect a presentation as the show could possibly hope for.

16. SPUTNIK – summer’s horror highlight (despite SERIOUSLY tough competition) was a guaranteed sleeper hit that I almost missed entirely, stumbling across the trailer one day on YouTube and getting bowled over by its potential, prompting me to hunt it down by any means necessary. The feature debut of Russian director Egor Abramenko, this first contact sci-fi chiller is about as far from E.T. as it’s possible to get, sharing some of the same DNA as Carpenter’s The Thing but proudly carving its own path with consummate skill and definitely signalling great things to come from its brand new helmer and relative unknown screenwriters Oleg Malovichko and Andrei Zolotarev. Oksana Akinshina (probably best known in the West for her powerful climactic cameo in The Bourne Supremacy) is the beating heart of the film as neurophysiologist Tatyana Yuryevna Klimova, brought in to aid in the investigation in the Russian wilderness circa 1983 after an orbital research mission goes horribly wrong. One of the cosmonauts dies horribly, while the other, Konstantin (The Duelist’s Pyotr Fyodorov) seems unharmed, but it quickly becomes clear that he’s now the host for something decidedly extraterrestrial and potentially terrifying, and as Tatyana becomes more deeply embroiled in her assignment she comes to realise that her superiors, particularly mysterious Red Army project leader Colonel Semiradov (The PyraMMMid’s Fyodor Bondarchuk), have far more insidious plans for Konstantin and his new “friend” than she could ever imagine. This is about as dark, intense and nightmarish as this particular sub-genre gets, a magnificently icky body horror that slowly builds its tension as we’re gradually exposed to the various truths and the awful gravity of the situation slowly reveals itself, punctuated by skilfully executed shocks and some particularly horrifying moments when the evils inflicted by the humans in charge prove far worse than anything the alien can do, while the ridiculously talented writers have a field day pulling the rug out from under us again and again, never going for the obvious twist and keeping us guessing right to the devastating ending, while the beautifully crafted digital creature effects are nothing short of astonishing and thoroughly creepy. Akinshina dominates the film with her unbridled grace, vulnerability and integrity, the relationship that develops between Tatyana and Konstantin (Fyodorov delivering a beautifully understated turn belying deep inner turmoil) feeling realistically earned as it goes from tentatively wary to tragically bittersweet, while Bondarchuk invests the Colonel with a nuanced air of tarnished authority and restrained brutality that made him one of my top screen villains for the year. One of 2020’s great sleeper hits, I can’t speak of this film highly enough – it’s a genuine revelation, an instant classic for whom I’ll sing its praises for years to come, and I wish enormous future success to all the creative talents involved.

15. THE INVISIBLE MAN – looks like third time’s a charm for Leigh Whannell, writer-director of my ALMOST horror movie of the year (more on that later) – while he’s had immense success as a horror writer over the years (co-creator of both the Saw and Insidious franchises), as a director his first two features haven’t exactly set the world alight, with debut Insidious: Chapter III garnering similar takes to the rest of the series but ultimately turning out to be a bit of a damp squib quality-wise, while his second feature Upgrade was a stone-cold masterpiece that was (rightly) EXTREMELY well received critically, but ultimately snuck in under the radar and has remained a stubbornly hidden gem since. No such problems with his third feature, though – his latest collaboration with producer Jason Blum and the insanely lucrative Blumhouse Pictures has proven a massive hit both financially AND with reviewers, and deservedly so. Having given up on trying to create a shared cinematic universe inhabited by their classic monsters, Universal resolved to concentrate on standalones to showcase their elite properties, and their first try is a rousing success, Whannell bringing HG Wells’ dark and devious human monster smack into the 21st Century as only he can. The result is a surprisingly subtle piece of work, much more a lethally precise exercise in cinematic sleight of hand and extraordinary acting than flashy visual effects, strictly adhering to the Blumhouse credo of maximum returns for minimum bucks as the story is stripped down to its bare essentials and allowed to play out without any unnecessary weight. The Handmaid’s Tale’s Elizabeth Moss once again confirms what a masterful actress she is as she brings all her performing weapons to bear in the role of Cecelia “Cee” Kass, the cloistered wife of affluent but monstrously abusive optics pioneer Aidan Griffin (Netflix’ The Haunting of Hill House’s Oliver Jackson-Cohen), who escapes his clutches in the furiously tense opening sequence and goes to ground with the help of her closest childhood friend, San Francisco cop James Lanier (Leverage’s Aldis Hodge) and his teenage daughter Sydney (A Wrinkle in Time’s Storm Reid). Two weeks later, Aidan commits suicide, leaving Cee with a fortune to start her life over (with the proviso that she’s never ruled mentally incompetent), but as she tries to find her way in the world again little things start going wrong for her, and she begins to question if there might be something insidious going on. As her nerves start to unravel, she begins to suspect that Aidan is still alive, still very much in her life, fiendishly toying with her and her friends, but no-one can see him. Whannell plays her paranoia up for all it’s worth, skilfully teasing out the scares so that, just like her friends, we begin to wonder if it might all be in her head after all, before a spectacular mid-movie reveal throws the switch into high gear and the true threat becomes clear. The lion’s share of the film’s immense success must of course go to Moss – her performance is BEYOND a revelation, a blistering career best that totally powers the whole enterprise, and it goes without saying that she’s the best thing in this. Even so, she has sterling support from Hodge and Reid, as well as Love Child’s Harriet Dyer as Cee’s estranged big sister Emily and Wonderland’s Michael Dorman as Adrian’s slimy, spineless lawyer brother Tom, and, while he doesn’t have much actual (ahem) “screen time”, Jackson-Cohen delivers a fantastically icy, subtly malevolent turn which casts a large “shadow” over the film. This is one of my very favourite Blumhouse films, a pitch-perfect psychological chiller that keeps the tension cranked up unbearably tight and never lets go, Whannell once again displaying uncanny skill with expert jump-scares, knuckle-whitening chills and a truly astounding standout set-piece that easily goes down as one of the top action sequences of 2020. Undoubtedly the best version of Wells’ story to date, this goes a long way in repairing the damage of Universal’s abortive “Dark Universe” efforts, as well as showcasing a filmmaking master at the very height of his talents.

14. EXTRACTION – the Coronavirus certainly has threw a massive spanner in the works of the year’s cinematic calendar – among many other casualties to the blockbuster shunt, the latest (and most long-awaited) MCU movie, Black Widow, should have opened to further record-breaking box office success at the end of spring, but instead the theatres were all closed and virtually all the heavyweights were pushed back or shelved indefinitely. Thank God, then, for the streaming services, particularly Hulu, Amazon and Netflix, the latter of which provided a perfect movie for us to see through the key transition into the summer blockbuster season, an explosively flashy big budget action thriller ushered in by MCU alumni the Russo Brothers (who produced and co-wrote this adaptation of Ciudad, a graphic novel that Joe Russo co-created with Ande Parks and Fernando Leon Gonzalez) and barely able to contain the sheer star-power wattage of its lead, Thor himself. Chris Hemsworth plays Tyler Rake, a former Australian SAS operative who hires out his services to an extraction operation under the command of mercenary Nik Khan (The Patience Stone’s Golshifteh Farahani), brought in to liberate Ovi Mahajan (Rudhraksh Jaiswal in his first major role), the pre-teen son of incarcerated Indian crime lord Ovi Sr. (Pankaj Tripathi), who has been abducted by Bangladeshi rival Amir Asif (Priyanshu Painyuli). The rescue itself goes perfectly, but when the time comes for the hand-off the team is double-crossed and Tyler is left stranded in the middle of Dhaka with no choice but to keep Ovi alive as every corrupt cop and street gang in the city closes in around them. This is the feature debut of Sam Hargrave, the latest stuntman to try his hand at directing, so he certainly knows his way around an action set-piece, and the result is a thoroughly breathless adrenaline rush of a film, bursting at the seams with spectacular fights, gun battles and car chases, dominated by a stunning sustained sequence that plays out in one long shot, guaranteed to leave jaws lying on the floor. Not that there should be any surprise – Hargrave cut his teeth as a stunt coordinator for the Russos on Captain America: Civil War and their Avengers films. That said, he displays strong talent for the quieter disciplines of filmmaking too, delivering quality character development and drawing out consistently noteworthy performances from his cast. Of course, Hemsworth can do the action stuff in his sleep, but there’s a lot more to Tyler than just his muscle, the MCU veteran investing him with real wounded vulnerability and a tragic fatalism which colours every scene, while Jaiswal is exceptional throughout, showing plenty of promise for the future, and there’s strong support from Farahani and Painyuli, as well as Stranger Things’ David Harbour as world-weary retired merc Gaspard, and a particularly impressive, muscular turn from Randeep Hooda (Once Upon a Time in Mumbai) as Saju, a former Para and Ovi’s bodyguard, who’s determined to take possession of the boy himself, even if he has to go through Tyler to get him. This is action cinema that really deserves to be seen on the big screen – I watched it twice in a week and would happily have paid for two trips to the cinema for it if I could have. As we looked down the barrel of a summer season largely devoid of blockbuster fare, I couldn’t recommend this enough. Thank the gods for Netflix …

13. THE TRIAL OF THE CHICAGO 7 – although it’s definitely a film that really benefitted enormously from releasing on Netflix during the various lockdowns, this was one of the blessed few I actually got to see during one of the UK’s frustratingly rare lulls when cinemas were actually OPEN. Rather perversely it therefore became one of my favourite cinematic experiences of 2020, but then I’m just as much a fan of well-made cerebral films as I am of the big, immersive blockbuster EXPERIENCES, so this probably still would have been a standout in a normal year. Certainly if this was a purely CRITICAL list for the year this probably would have placed high in the Top Ten … Aaron Sorkin is a writer whose work I have ardently admired ever since he went from esteemed playwright to in-demand talent for both the big screen AND the small with A Few Good Men, and TTOTC7 is just another in a long line of consistently impressive, flawlessly written works rife with addictive quickfire dialogue, beautifully observed characters and rewardingly propulsive narrative storytelling (therefore resting comfortably amongst the well-respected likes of The West Wing, Charlie Wilson’s War, Moneyball and The Social Network). It also marks his second feature as a director (after fascinating and incendiary debut Molly’s Game), and once again he’s gone for true story over fiction, tackling the still controversial subject of the infamous 1968 trial of the “ringleaders” of the infamous riots which marred Chicago’s Diplomatic National Convention five months earlier, in which thousands of hippies and college students protesting the Vietnam War clashed with police. Spurred on by the newly-instated Presidential Administration of Richard Nixon to make some examples, hungry up-and-coming prosecutor Richard Schultz (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is confident in his case, while the Seven – who include respected and astute student activist Tom Hayden (Eddie Redmayne) and confrontational counterculture firebrands Abbie Hoffman (Sacha Baron Cohen) and Jerry Rubin (Succession’s Jeremy Strong) – are the clear underdogs. They’re a divided bunch (particularly Hayden and Hoffman, who never mince their words about what little regard they hold for each other), and they’re up against the combined might of the U.S. Government, while all they have on their side is pro-bono lawyer and civil rights activist William Kunstler (Mark Rylance), who’s sharp, driven and thoroughly committed to the cause but clearly massively outmatched … not to mention the fact that the judge presiding over the case is Julius Hoffman (Frank Langella), a fierce and uncompromising conservative who’s clearly 100% on the Administration’s side, and who might in fact be stark raving mad (he also frequently goes to great lengths to make it clear to all concerned that he is NOT related to Abbie). Much as we’ve come to expect from Sorkin, this is cinema of grand ideals and strong characters, not big spectacle and hard action, and all the better for it – he’s proved time and again that he’s one of the very best creative minds in Hollywood when it comes to intelligent, thought-provoking and engrossing thinking-man’s entertainment, and this is pure par for the course, keeping us glued to the screen from the skilfully-executed whirlwind introductory montage to the powerfully cathartic climax, and every varied and brilliant scene in-between. This is heady stuff, focusing on what’s still an extremely thorny issue made all the more urgently relevant and timely given what was (and still is) going on in American politics at the time, and everyone involved here was clearly fully committed to making the film as palpable, powerful and resonant as possible for the viewer, no matter their nationality or political inclination. Also typical for a Sorkin film, the cast are exceptional, everyone clearly having the wildest time getting their teeth into their finely-drawn characters and that magnificent dialogue – Redmayne and Baron Cohen are compellingly complimentary intellectual antagonists given their radically different approaches and their roles’ polar opposite energies, while Rylance delivers another pitch-perfect, simply ASTOUNDING performance that once again marks him as one of the very best actors of his generation, and there are particularly meaty turns from Strong, Langella, Aquaman’s Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (as besieged Black Panther Bobby Seale) and a potent late appearance from Michael Keaton that sear themselves into the memory long after viewing. Altogether then, this is a phenomenal film which deserves to be seen no matter the format, a thought-provoking and undeniably IMPORTANT masterwork from a master cinematic storyteller that says as much about the world we live in now as the decidedly turbulent times it portrays …

12. GREYHOUND – when the cinemas closed back in March, the fate of many of the major summer blockbusters we’d been looking forward to was thrown into terrible doubt. Some were pushed back to more amenable dates in the autumn or winter (which even then ultimately proved frustratingly ambitious), others knocked back a whole year to fill summer slots for 2021, but more than a few simply dropped off the radar entirely with the terrible words “postponed until further notice” stamped on them, and I lamented them all, this one in particular. It hung in there longer than some, stubbornly holding onto its June release slot for as long as possible, but eventually it gave up the ghost too … but thanks to Apple TV+, not for long, ultimately releasing less than a month later than intended. Thankfully the film itself was worth the fuss, a taut World War II suspense thriller that’s all killer, no filler – set during the infamous Battle of the Atlantic, it portrays the constant life-or-death struggle faced by the Allied warships assigned to escort the transport convoys as they crossed the ocean, defending their charges from German U-boats. Adapted from C.S. Forester’s famous 1955 novel The Good Shepherd by Tom Hanks and directed by Aaron Schneider (Get Low), the narrative focuses on the crew of the escort leader, American destroyer USS Fletcher, codenamed “Greyhound”, and in particular its captain, Commander Ernest Krause (Hanks), a career sailor serving his first command. As they cross “the Pit”, the most dangerous middle stretch of the journey where they spend days without air-cover, they find themselves shadowed by “the Wolf Pack”, a particularly cunning group of German submarines that begin to pick away at the convoy’s stragglers. Faced with daunting odds, a dwindling supply of vital depth-charges and a ruthless, persistent enemy, Krause must make hard choices to bring his ships home safe … jumping into the thick of the action within the first ten minutes and maintaining its tension for the remainder of the trim 90-minute run, this is screen suspense par excellence, a sleek textbook example of how to craft a compelling big screen knuckle-whitener with zero fat and maximum reward, delivering a series of desperate naval scraps packed with hide-and-seek intensity, heart-in-mouth near-misses and fist-in-air cathartic payoffs by the bucket-load. Hanks is subtly magnificent, the calm centre of the narrative storm as a supposed newcomer to this battle arena who could have been BORN for it, bringing to mind his similarly unflappable in Captain Phillips and certainly not suffering by comparison; by and large he’s the focus point, but other crew members make strong (if sometimes quite brief) impressions, particularly Stephen Graham as Krause’s reliably seasoned XO, Lt. Commander Charlie Cole, The Magnificent Seven’s Manuel Garcia-Rulfo and Just Mercy’s Rob Morgan, while Elisabeth Shue does a lot with a very small part in brief flashbacks as Krause’s fiancée Evelyn. Relentless, exhilarating and thoroughly unforgettable, this was one of the true action highlights of the summer, and one hell of a war flick. I’m so glad it made the cut for the summer …

11. PROJECT POWER – with Marvel and DC pushing their tent-pole titles back in the face of COVID, the usual superhero antics we’ve come to expect for the summer were pretty thin on the ground in 2020, leading us to find our geeky fan thrills elsewhere. Unfortunately, pickings were frustratingly slim – Korean comic book actioner Gundala was entertaining but workmanlike, while Thor AU Mortal was underwhelming despite strong direction from Troll Hunter’s André Øvredal, and The New Mutants just got shat on by the studio and its distributors and no mistake – thank the Gods, then, for Netflix, once again riding to the rescue with this enjoyably offbeat super-thriller, which takes an intriguing central premise and really runs with it. New designer drug Power has hit the streets of New Orleans, able to give anyone who takes it a superpower for five minutes … the only problem is, until you try it, you don’t know what your own unique talent is – for some, it could mean five minutes of invisibility, or insane levels of super-strength, but other powers can be potentially lethal, the really unlucky buggers just blowing up on the spot. Robin (The Hate U Give’s Dominique Fishback) is a teenage Power-pusher with dreams of becoming a rap star, dealing the pills so she can help her diabetic mum; Frank Shaver (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is one of her customers, a police detective who uses his power of near invulnerability to even the playing field when supercharged crims cause a disturbance. Their lives are turned upside down when Art (Jamie Foxx) arrives in town – he’s a seriously badass ex-soldier determined to hunt down the source of Power by any means necessary, and he’s not above tearing the Big Easy apart to do it. This is a fun, gleefully infectious rollercoaster that doesn’t take itself too seriously, revelling in the anarchic potential of its premise and crafting some suitably OTT effects-driven chaos brought to pleasingly visceral fruition by its skilfully inventive director, Ariel Schulman (Catfish, Nerve, Viral), while Mattson Tomlin (the screenwriter of the DCEU’s oft-delayed, incendiary headline act The Batman) takes the story in some very interesting directions and poses fascinating questions about what Power’s TRULY capable of. Gordon-Levitt and Fishback are both brilliant, the latter particularly impressing in what’s sure to be a major breakthrough role for her, and the friendship their characters share is pretty adorable, while Foxx really is a force to be reckoned with, pretty chill even when he’s in deep shit but fully capable of turning into a bona fide killing machine at the flip of a switch, and there’s strong support from Westworld’s Rodrigo Santoro as Biggie, Power’s delightfully oily kingpin, Courtney B. Vance as Frank’s by-the-book superior, Captain Crane, Amy Landecker as Gardner, the morally bankrupt CIA spook responsible for the drug’s production, and Machine Gun Kelly as Newt, a Power dealer whose pyrotechnic “gift” really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Exciting, inventive, frequently amusing and infectiously likeable, this was some of the most uncomplicated cinematic fun I had all summer. Not bad for something which I’m sure was originally destined to become one of the season’s B-list features …

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Summary: Roman comes up with a couple of nicknames and there is some light hearted fun!

Warnings: Mentions of death (I mean, have you read this fic? when is there not.) and mentions of grieving people.

Authors Notes: Sorry for the wait in updates! Credit for the headcanon of Roman writing down his nicknames and the nicknames ‘Patrick Lazy’, ‘Ghost of Christmas Sass’ and ‘Virgil the Unfriendly Ghost’ (I think that is all) goes to the fantastic @manyfandomsonelog (go check them out and thanks for letting me use your ideas!!). Enjoy this chapter!!

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Chapter Five - Ghoulish Nicknames

Roman sat on his bed, a notebook in his lap, fiddling with the pen in his hand. Virgil was over across the street, checking up of Patton. He had picked up this little habit of going over to everyone’s houses, just to look at his friends and see them again. He had told Roman it helped him to see them again, but every time he came back he looked a little bit sadder. Roman couldn’t do anything to stop him though, and so he was currently taking this time alone as an opportunity to come up with some ghost nicknames.

Roman had a notebook full of nicknames he had for Virgil, and a couple extra for each of his other friends. He had spent countless nights thinking about them and jotting them down, and now he had quite an impressive list. However, having his best friend be a ghost meant that new nicknames were needed. He looked up a list of famous ghosts, and was surprised to find the list was quite short.

Roman looked back at the nicknames he already had on his list. He had some pretty good ones, if he did say so himself. Patrick Lazy, Virgil the Unfriendly Ghost, Ghost of Christmas Sass (Virgil better appreciate that one, he was very proud of that one). But three nicknames weren’t enough. What other fictional ghosts were there? Bloody Mary! That was a ghost right? So… Bloody Virgil? Bloody Emo? He wrote both down, deciding to choose whenever he used them. Harry Potter had tons of ghosts! Nearly Headless Nick, Bloody Baron, Grey Lady, Moaning Myrtle. Alright nicknames… Moaning Emo? Oh god no that sounded far too sexual! Roman sighed, but wrote it down anyway, making a little note to comment about basilisks and bathrooms if he ever used that one. He looked at the list of ghosts he had looked up. Many names he didn’t recognise, and many were just listed as ghost, but a couple he knew of. The Hogwarts ghosts, the ghosts from a Christmas Carol, Danny Phantom… Emo Phantom? He couldn’t just keep replacing one word with the word emo, there was more to Virgil than that. Come on, Roman, think, what are some words to describe Virgil? Sassy, snarky, clever, anxious, emo, cute (objectively of course), hot (again objectively), he had a nice smile, his eyes were pretty cool, freckles…. Shit stop getting distracted, focus on his personality…. He’s nice and funny and oddly charming, but can’t make those into nicknames. Think Roman think!

“Whatcha doing?”

Roman jumped, startled out of his train of thought. He tried, and failed, to hide the contents of the notebook, but Virgil noticed the title before he could do so.

“Ghost nicknames? Wait, Princey, you write these down?” Virgil said, a look of pure amusement on his face. Roman face flushed a deep red, and he gave an offended Princey noise.

“Pfft No!” Roman scoffed. “What would make you think that?”

“Gee I wonder… maybe the title on the page?”

“Oh shut up!”

“So tell me Princey, what ghostie nicknames do you have for little old me?” Virgil lay down on the bed and looked up at Roman with a huge grin on his face.

“As if I would tell you that easily.” Roman stood up and put away his notebook, then flopped down on the bed next to Virgil. “So where did you go this time?”

Virgil sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I went to see Patton, as always, and he seemed to be going through a depressive episode, but I didn’t stay for long because Logan came over and I felt like I was intruding too much, so I went to see Janus and he seemed okay… I think… it was hard to tell. I stayed for about half an hour there, because he wasn’t really doing anything and I hadn’t seen visited him since… well… you know. And then…. I went to see my parents….” Virgil’s voice wavered a bit and trailed off.

“I’m sorry Virgil,” Roman said gently. He reached to take Virgil’s hand, but it only hit the bed. Virgil blinked rapidly and looked up, trying his best not to cry, but a couple of tears slipped out and rolled down his cheeks.

“I sometimes forget that I am dead… that I am gone from these people’s lives. I have gotten used to the whole not being seen thing… I think, but I forget that I am dead. Some part of me just thinks I am invisible and that I am just looking out for my friends, but I am… dead. I can never see them again.” Virgil took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. Tears were streaming down his face now. Roman gave him a sympathetic look. “And my parents… they are so sad. My mother, she was crying, and she never cries, and my dad, he look just empty. He is normally so full of life… I never wanted to die, Roman… I didn’t mean to die…” Virgil was fully crying at this point. He sat up and put his head on his knees, hugging his legs. Roman put his arms around Virgil, and rested his head in Virgil’s soft hair… no, that wasn’t right! He couldn’t be… but he was! He was touching Virgil, holding him as tight as he could, with no air between them.

Roman held Virgil for as long as possible, not wanting to let go, in case this was a fluke. Virgil slowly calmed down, his heavy crying turning into gentle sobs, which eventually became shaky breathing. As Virgil calmed down he became less solid, and Roman felt the weight of his friend lift from his arms, and soon his hands were just passing through empty air, although Virgil looked as solid as ever. Virgil lifted his head from his knees, looking at Roman with dawning realization on his face. Roman just looked shocked, and slightly sad.

“Were you hugging me?” Virgil asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if hardly believing it to be true. Roman nodded silently. The two sat in shock for a moment, taking in the reality of a situation that defied the laws of every possible science.

“How?” Virgil asked after a while.

“I don’t know. I just really wanted to hug you, so badly, and so I went for it, kind of without thinking, and it… worked,” Roman said. Virgil looked down at his feet, a look of deep concentration on his face. “Are you good there, Patrick Lazy?”

Virgil smiled up at Roman in a way Roman had never seen Virgil smile before. It was soft and gentle, carrying more emotion than Roman could comprehend and yet somehow he understood everything the smile was trying to convey. The look stayed for a moment or two, before changing into a grin of amusement.

“Was that one of the nicknames on the list?” Virgil asked, laughing. Roman gave an offended scoff at the jab.

“Pfft what? Of course not!”

“But there is a list? You didn’t deny it!” Virgil said in a singsongy voice.

“Oh shut up!” Roman scrambled over the bed to try and get closer of Virgil, who ran over to the other side of the room, laughing.

“What are you going to do? Punch me? I’m a ghost, genius! You can’t touch me!”

Roman gave an annoyed huff, but there was a smile on his face, and soon he too was laughing, the sound filling the room. Virgil paused at the sound of Roman’s giggles, staring at his friend, who was sprawled out on the bed, bent double with laughter, his auburn hair a mess from chasing Virgil and a look of pure joy on his face. Something stirred deep within him, but he didn’t know what, nor did he care at that moment. For now everything was good.

#cat writes #luckier than most au #tw death mention #tw ghost #prinxiety fanfic #prinxiety

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gunnerpalace · 5 years ago

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How do you think each of of the OT3 acts when sick? How do the other two react?

My enormously talented and astounding wifey, @duckiesteasmiles, has once again gotten here early for Rukia and Ichigo taking care of Yoruichi when she’s sick:

Yoruichi was a rolled-up sushi, cold cloth for forehead armour and nose Rudolph red from sniffles. She hated this like no one could believe, and yet there these idiots were—one on each side, breathing the same contaminated, infected air as her, and all she could do was twitch a leg in absolute annoyance beneath Ichigo’s as both softly snored in contentment around her. She sighed and rubbed a somehow free hand at her temple. These two gentle idiots were going to be the absolute death of her at this point. Ichigo's stubbornness most definitely accounted for 80% of that, but when Rukia tagged alongside him it was a battle lost and not even worth the fight. Earlier, Ichigo had been right at it. “We don't care. And my immune system is fucking incredible. If you had just listened—” a sharp jab to his side with a pointed foot interrupted what Yoruichi assumed was going to be an amazing lecture about her health. What she didn't expect, however, were tiny little fingertips running along the arch of her foot in retaliation to the objection she was clearly making. Rukia peeked out with slightly puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes. Harsh as that may have seemed, she couldn't hide the concern in her eyes. “We're staying.” That was the final word from her. Before any further quips could be made, Ichigo was already taking countermeasures, and rolled Yoruichi up in the blanket surrounding her to make sure no further injuries were in his foreseeable future—all he got was a quiet groan and a tiny glare that was easily dismissed. The two neatly slid beside either side of her, Ichigo towering over the other two regardless with his chin propped up against a hand, and Rukia curling up just above Yoruichi's head so the latter could use her chest as another pillow. They rambled on about their day—same old, same old. Sometimes they poked fun at a colleague and at other times themselves, which would earn them a small bark and an electric spark. These two, honestly. “Ooh! We should tell you a bedtime story!” Rukia's eyes were already a glaze of excitement and swirling ideas which earned a shared, silent gaze between Ichigo and Yoruichi, all soft smiles hiding the little laughter that threatened their voices and sank into their eyes. To Yoruichi's surprise, Ichigo went with it. “If it involves a baron of any kind, I'm out.” “But the Baron is the best character! You can't leave him out!” Rukia's lips pouted fully like a child's, and Yoruichi could see the melting of what little of Ichigo's resolve he had left. “Fine, but only if the Baron is Byakuya.” “Don't insult Nii-sama that way! You jerk!” Beneath them, Yoruichi was a small fit of giggles and head shakes. They quickly recovered and fell silent with their thoughts, trying to conjure up what was sure to be an entertaining story. Hands found Yoruichi's hair, and scratches fondly made their way from under her ears to the nape of her neck, making her sink in rather comfortably. “Um... so, once there was this idiot,” Rukia began. “A big idiot,” Ichigo confirmed. Proudly. Hilariously. “And he had no idea how to even talk with women—” “None at all.” “Ichigo, we get it. It's you. You're the proud, inexperienced idiot.” “I am not!” Yoruichi simply waggled her eyebrows cheekily and piped up with a slightly croaky voice, “Now you're not.” Ichigo gave her that don't you start kind of look, and all she could do was bat her eyes innocently after a sneeze. A hair ruffle followed shortly after. The story was a simplified, jab-to-the-side-of-all-of-them kind of tale. There were glares and laughter and high accusations, with even higher retaliations of, “That's not true!” and “That definitely didn't happen!” Slowly, their pace changed—slowed as they reached the more intimate parts of their tales. With the calming of heartbeats and the gentle kisses on each other's skin, neither Rukia nor Ichigo could deny that their lives orbited around the kitten between them. Slower still were their explanations of how they loved her; slower yet were their caresses. Eventually, the two of them drifted off, leaving Yoruichi pink-cheeked and hazy, watching over the two gentle idiots that loved her far too much for her own good. In the end, she went with the old saying of, 'If you can't beat them, join them,’ and shifted so that her head lay against Rukia's chest and her body was snuggled into Ichigo's arms. “Don't blame me if either of you get sick.” “Shut up, kitty.”

(I’m trying to get her to recognize that her stories for them are absolutely fantastic [or hot af, depending] and that she should publish them out in the open. If you liked the this one and/or the last one, please show your support to help with this noble cause.)

I agree more broadly that the two of them would baby her as best they were able.

Ichigo and Yoruichi taking care of Rukia, probably just as pampering as Ichigo and Rukia with Yoruichi, if not more so. Yoruichi would probably only insist on like surgical masks for a couple days. Everything she might possibly want until it almost annoyed her. Probably not just attending to her but doing things with her like watching her favorite shows or movies. Just trying to make her as comfortable as possible. They would keep close watch over her at night.

Yoruichi and Rukia taking care of Ichigo... I imagine Yoruichi leading the way in putting on a show of being much stricter. I envision her casually wearing a surplus M40 gas mask around him and being both deadpan and sassy about it. “If your immune system is really so fucking incredible, then we’re not taking any chances.” She’d have a spare for Rukia. They’d make sure to feed him, both cold and fever alike. Probably strictly regiment showers and baths. Make him breathe in steam and give him spicy food to loosen his sinuses if it was a cold or flu. It’d only be once he’d gotten over the worst of it that they’d really coddle him (unless he was violently ill, in which case it’d start earlier). I sort of imagine them sleeping orthogonally to him in bed, like keeping their legs over him but not cuddling him. (They’d have to give up the gas mask gimmick to sleep, to be honest, though they might only downgrade to masks. I think they’d be hard-pressed to sleep away from him. If they chose to, they’d certainly stay until he was asleep and be back before he woke up.) A sort of show of being hardasses to encourage him to kick it quickly while giving him the means and morale to do so.

Anything more grave... any combination would be deadly serious and somber about protecting the third. No expense or effort spared, and they’d pull on whatever contacts they had to to make sure of that.

#Asks #YoruIchiRuki #OT3: Neapolitan Ice Cream #duckiesteasmiles

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livwwe1 · 5 years ago

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The Man’s Man (Seth Rollins x Reader Imagine)

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first ever imagine and I hope you guys like it. Send in requests if you have any!

Y/N POV:

Seth and I decided 3 months ago to make our relationship public. We didn’t mind people knowing however, we weren’t keen on WWE showcasing our relationship every chance they got. I won my Raw Women’s championship back at WrestleMania, after beating Ronda Rousey and Charlotte Flair In the main event, and on the same night, Seth won the universal championship after defeating Brock Lesnar. Since then, we have been known as the ‘power couple’ of WWE. Currently, we were both in separate feuds. Me with Lacey Evans, and Seth with Baron Corbin. We never got involved with one another’s storylines however, Vince had other plans and believed it was ‘good for business’ and ‘views’ to have Seth and I involved in each other’s storylines. We weren’t really fond with the idea, but we knew this would happen eventually and we loved working together. This is why the events that transpired at stomping grounds happened.

*The main event of Stomping Grounds*

‘Now before I was so rudely interrupted, after much deliberation I have chosen my referee, and my special guest referee is none other, than the sassy, southern bell, Lacey Evans' Baron Corbin announced.

I was standing in gorilla watching this all unfold, and seeing the crowd go absolutely ballistic. I mean, I couldn't blame them. This was quite a shitty idea, but what could I do? This was apparently what was ‘best for business’.

In the ring, Seth was beyond pissed holding his steal chair, while Lacey was making her way down to the ring. She was provoking Seth, knowing Seth couldn't do a damn thing, and this lead to a distraction letting Baron attack Seth from behind. This went on for a minute or so before the bell actually went.

During this whole match, Lacey was obviously on Baron's side, letting things slide when they shouldn't have and doing slow counts whenever Seth went for the pin. Halfway through the match, Seth had the upper hand and was able to put Baron through the announce desk. This was Seth's chance to win via count out, however, Lacey had other plans. When counting as slowly as possible, and realising that it still wouldn't help Baron get back in the ring in time, she decided to add a stipulation to the match.

'Come here. Come here. Come here. This match will now start, as no count outs. Right now!' She proclaimed to Mike Rome. If the crowd wasn't pissed before, they definitely were now. With this stipulation being added, Baron used this to his advantage and got the upper hand against Seth. The match went back and forth, but Baron decided to get a steal chair and repeatedly hit Seth on the back with it. Everyone knew that this was a disqualification but Lacey being referee, meant this was legal.

'Come here. Get over here. This match will start no DQ. It doesn't matter' Lacey again told Mike Rome. Everyone now knew that with this stipulation, Lacey could easily get involved...and that's what exactly happened. This is what really pissed me off. Script or no script, having two people beat up your boyfriend in front of you, wasn't the best feeling. Anything could happen in wresting, especially when weapons are involved.

Then Lacey stepped over the line. Slapping Seth was one thing. However, low blowing him, was a compete different story. I ran straight to the ring, and threw myself at her.

'Here comes Y/N! Saving her boyfriend from this vicious assault!' Michael Cole exclaimed.

'You can't blame her with this one. Slapping Seth is one thing, but when you low blow the man's man, you're asking for trouble' Corey said

The referee's tried to tear us apart but it didn't matter, cause Lacey wasn't getting up anytime soon. Baron and Seth were still in the ring, and Seth was able to curb stomp him in the mat, and regain his championship.

‘Here's your winner, and still the WWE Universal champion, Seth Rollins!'

I got into the ring and hugged Seth. The crowd obviously went wild, considering this was our first confrontation together in the ring.

‘Well done champ' I joked whilst letting go of him

‘I couldn't have done that without you. You really are the man' He winked and I laughed, knowing the cameras picked that up.

Looking around the arena, we could see how many people were happy and we were too. We didn't know how people were gonna go about with us being in a relationship, but everyone was super on board and we couldn't have been more grateful. I couldn't help but mess about and slap Seth on the ass, catching him off guard and causing everyone to laugh.

Really?' He joked. I couldn't help but shrug my shoulders and laugh. I held down the ropes for Seth

‘Oh what a man' Seth said clapping and getting out of the ring

We made our way backstage, satisfied with our performance.

'What can I say. We really are the power couple of WWE' Seth said hugging and kissing me

'Your damn right we are' I responded

#WWE #wwe imagines #seth rollins #lacey evans #baron corbin #stomping grounds #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins x reader #wwe imagine

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the-stories-in-my-head-95 · 6 years ago

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Safe in Their Arms

Bruce Banner x Reader x Tony Stark

Summary- Doctors’ Bruce Banner, Anthony Stark and Y/F/N Y/L/N are the three smartest people in the United States, they’ve been working and hiding in plain sight for years, but with a recent security breach their identities and location has been compromised. Steve, Clint, Thor and Natasha have been tasked with keeping them hidden and safe until the threat has been neutralized.

Message- Want a part 2(it would become poly!Avegers)? Here’s information about Ko-fi bribes!

Warnings- being in the trunk of a car?? Threat of possible kidnapping

Word Count- 1537

“Dr. Stark, I understand your frustration, but-.” Coulson says.

“I want to talk to Rhodey! Right now!” Tony yells.

“Colonel Rhodes has been tasked with neutralizing the threat against the three of you.”

“Then we want to talk to him on the phone.” You say, putting your arm over Tony’s shoulders.

“He’s gone dark.” Coulson says. “He will contact you when he can.”

“What about Pepper?” Bruce asks.

“She’s making the three of you new living arrangements.” Coulson explains. “She’s going to meet you there, stay for a week and then go meet up with Rhodey.”

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“Underground.” Coulson answers.

“Wait, I thought we were just moving.” You say.

“That was the plan.” Coulson says, sighing. “But there are numerous credible threats on your heads so-“

“We’re going underground.” Bruce mutters.

“We’re staying together.” Tony states, glaring at Coulson.

“Of course.” Coulson says, rolling his eyes.

“When do we leave?” You ask.

“Getting tired of me already?” Coulson asks.

“Yes.” Tony grumbles.

“No.” You say, giving Tony a look. “It’s just I’m not a huge fan of the government black site aesthetic.”

“Fair enough.” Coulson says, grinning at you. “It should only be another couple of days.”

“Ugh, Fine!” Tony sighs.

“That’s Tony for ‘thank you’.” Bruce says.

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Brucie-bear!” Tony gasps.

“This is going to be a long couple of days.” Coulson sighs as he walks out of the room.

“I heard that, Agent!” Tony yells.

“You were meant to, Stark!” Coulson calls over his shoulder.

****

“How much longer are we going to be in this fucking trunk?” Tony grumbles.

“How would we know?” You ask, rolling your eyes. Then you shift your legs a bit, in an attempt to get comfortable.

“Trying to start something, Sugar Snack?” Tony whispers, kissing your neck.

“Maybe.” You say, grinning.

“We are not having sex in the trunk of a car!” Bruce growls.

“Fine, we’ll wait until we get to our new home.” You whisper, kissing Bruce’s cheek.

“Insatiable.” Bruce sighs, before giving you a grin over his shoulder.

“You know it!” Tony says, as you laugh.

“Oof.” You say as the car comes to a stop. “I wonder if we’re there.”

“I wonder what it looks like.” Bruce says.

“Well Pepper picked it so it’s going to be nice.” Tony says.

“Very true.” You say as the trunk opens.

“Out of all the trunks in all the world.” Pepper says, putting her hands on her hips.

“Darling!” Tony says as he gets out of the trunk. Once both feet are on the ground he kisses her cheek.

“Hey, Pep.” You say as Coulson helps you out of the trunk.

“I’m glad the three of you are safe.” She says as she kisses all three of you on the cheek.

“We’ve survived worse.” Bruce murmurs.

“We’ll you’ll be safe here.” Pepper says.

“For now.” You sigh.

“You’ll be safe here.” Pepper says, in a stern voice. “Rhodey and I are going to take care of this threat.”

“And that’s why I love you, Pep, you’re so positive!” Tony says, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “Now why don’t you show us our new home?”

“Alright.” Pepper says, opening the garage door. “The windows are made of a special glass, so nobody can see into the house.”

“You really do think of everything.” You murmur.

“Well it was that or keep the curtains shut during the day and I do know how Bruce adores natural light.” Pepper says, smirking at you. “Anyway this is the kitchen and living room, the lab is in the basement and the bedrooms are upstairs.”

“Bedrooms?” You ask. “You know we only need one.”

“The others are for you guards.” Coulson says.

“Our what-now?” Bruce asks.

“Sorry, poor word choice.” Pepper says. “They’re your security detail here to make sure you stay safe.”

“Where are they?” You ask, looking around.

“They arrive tomorrow morning.” Coulson says. “Agent Potts and I are more than enough protection for one night.”

“Very true.” You say.

“Well this has been fun, but we’re going to go unpack.” Tony says, grabbing your hand and Bruce’s.

“You don’t have anything to unpack, Tony.” Pepper says, grinning. “I already moved you three in.”

“Well then we’re going to go stretch after being in the trunk all day.” Tony says.

“You’re going to stretch in your bedroom?” Phil asks, playing dumb.

“God, what are you, my parents?!” Tony huffs. “I’m going to go sleep with my very hot and very intelligent boyfriend and girlfriend….if they want to…obviously.”

“Obviously.” Bruce murmurs, trying to hold back his laughter. That’s when Tony starts to pull both you and Bruce up the stairs, both of you cackling as he does.

“Have fun.” Pepper calls.

“We will!” Tony says back, putting his nose up in the air.

“Our boyfriend is so dramatic.” You say to Bruce, grinning.

“I know, isn’t it great?” Bruce says as he chuckles.

“Damn right it is!” Tony says, stopping at the top of the stairs. “What room is ours?” He calls over his shoulder.

“3rd door on the right!” Pepper calls from down stairs.

“Excellent.” Tony says, before marching to the door. Once he reaches it he swings the door open and ushers the two of you in. “Now were where we?”

“I think we were going to unpack?” You say, sitting on the large bed.

“No, that wasn’t it.” Bruce says, shaking his head. “I think he said that we were going to stretch.”

“Oh, well if that’s the case I’ll get the yoga mats.” You say, pushing yourself up, off the bed.

“Hush you.” Tony says, before kissing you.

“You know.” You say, breaking off the kiss. “I think there were mentions of sleeping, but I’m not very tired.”

“So sassy.” Bruce hums, kissing your neck.

“You love it.” You murmur.

“Well, between you and Tony, you can definitely say I have a type.” Bruce says.

“Gorgeous geniuses’?” Tony asks.

“Exactly.” Bruce says, leaning in to kiss Tony.

“That and we’re both sass-monsters.” You say.

“Well, obviously.” Tony says, rolling his eyes.

**the next morning**

“We should probably get up.” You murmur, kissing Bruce’s collarbone.

“We have a little while.” Bruce says.

“Where’s Tony?” You ask, looking over Bruce’s body.

“He’s probably downstairs, don’t worry.”

“I’m going to worry until this threat to our lives is gone.” You say, jumping out of the bed, as you do you grab some clothes and make your way to the bathroom. Once you’re dressed you walk out and find Bruce waiting for you. Then the two of you walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Hey.” Tony says, handing both of you a green drink.

“Why didn’t you wake us up?” You ask, before taking a sip.

“You both looked so peaceful.” Tony says, before kissing you.

“Where’s Pepper?” Bruce asks, looking around the kitchen.

“Her and Coulson are debriefing our security detail.” Tony says.

“What a nice way of saying threatening.” You hum. The three of you sit in the living room in a comfortable silence until Pepper comes walking out of the back office. Coulson and a group of four other people come out a moment later.

“Oh good, you’re all up.” Pepper says, smiling at the three of you. “This is Doctors’ Bruce Banner, Tony Stark and Y/F/L Y/L/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You say, smiling shyly at the four strangers standing in front of you.

“So who’s the muscle?” Tony asks, sizing the four of them up.

“Oh, you mean the four handpicked, specially trained operatives we spent days thoroughly vetting?” Pepper asks.

“Yep.” Tony says, nodding.

“This is FBI’s Special Agent Steve Rogers, CIA Agents Clint Baron and Natasha Romanoff and this is Thor Odinson, he works special ops in the military.”

“Why are there so many?” You ask.

“So they can change off shifts, go shopping, stuff like that.” Coulson explains.

“Right, makes sense.” You say.

“We should probably head down to the lab.” Tony says.

“Right.” Bruce says, nodding.

“It was nice meeting you all.” You say, awkwardly waving at the four of them. “We’ll see you at lunch.” Then the three of you go down to the lab and seal the door.

“Holy shit.” Tony says, looking at the two of you with wide eyes.

“They’re so hot!” You gasp.

“Right!?” Bruce says. “How can four people be so attractive?”

“Pepper did this on purpose.” Tony murmurs. “She’s trying to kill us before the threat can.”

“No she’s not, shut up!” Bruce says, laughing.

“I don’t know, seems like a solid hypothesis.” You say.

“Alright, we can drool over them tonight. Now let’s get to work.” Bruce says.

“Right, let’s get to work! Someone’s gotta save the world.” You say.

“Damn right.” Tony says, before heading to the computer.

**Not-Readers POV**

“So I’ll be staying the rest of the week, to ensure a smooth transition for them.” Pepper says.

“Agent Potts and her husband Colonel Rhodes are very protective of those three.” Coulson says.

“That’s a nice way of saying we won’t hesitate to-.”

“Pepper!” Coulson says.

“Don’t worry, Agent Potts, we’ll keep them safe.” Thor says as the other three nod.

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