#agent daybreak

[karizard-ao3]

Do you have a plot in mind for the sxf?

I do have a bare bones idea! I don't think it's fair the Twilight has Fiona throwing herself at him and all these women calling him hot and Yor doesn't have anyone besides her brother paying attention to her. Also, I want to see Twilight getting jealous and confused that he is jealous and trying to convince himself it's just for the mission. I also think Agent Daybreak is funny.

THEREFORE! I want to write a fic where Daybreak meets Yor and falls in love with her. Since she is married, he uses all of his spy tricks to get close to her. Yor is completely oblivious to all of it, but Twilight is not and he is deeply unhappy. He comes up with a bunch of plans to try to deter Daybreak (possibly including trying to set him up with Fiona). Then, in the end, he will have to at least semi-admit to himself he has a crush on his wife.

That is about the extent of what I have planned. I will need to sit down at some point and figure out some definite plot points, but that is what I am hoping to do for spy x family! Maybe I will actually do some work on it when I finish my zombie apocalypse short story, actually. I'm trying to have something original going and something fan-related, but I don't really know what I want to write after this story so maybe I'll double up on the fan stuff for a bit? I probably shouldn't, though... Ah, well, we'll see.

[kh-daybreak-cult-au]

Agent’s Smith’s Notes on the New Union Leaders

Brain Marshall

Age: 16

A rather snarky and disrespectful young man.

Very clever and curious.

Would only answer my questions if I answered his first.

Asked what we were planning on doing with them, why they needed to be relocated, why we were only coming now, who had given the tip, then claimed to have all the information he needed and refused to answer any more questions.

Was brought to Daybreak Town when he was 4 years old.

Important to separate him from the others. Will likely plan something if given the opportunity. Monitor him closely.

Lauriam Belrose

Age: 17

Respectful and somewhat posh despite his upbringing.

Was clearly wary of me.

Despite this, he answered questions without much pushback.

Has been in Daybreak Town about 10 years.

Told me to stay away from Ventus.

Ephemer Caelum

Age: 15

Wondered aloud whether I was “the darkness the master warned about”

Seems to be in a different version of reality.

Many of his utterances related to light and darkness, spirits, and a kingdom of hearts.

Was taken to Daybreak Town at the age of 5.

Hailed as a leader of sorts by the other “New Union Leaders” (though he denies those claims).

Should be separated from the others because of this. He could easily rally his followers together again.

Ventus [Last Name Unknown]

Age: 12

Other “New Union Leaders” tried to keep me away from him.

Very nervous, would not make eye contact.

He did not know how long he’d been in Daybreak Town.

Will likely answer questions easily once more comfortable. Place him directly into a home as soon as possible. 

Skuld Westergaard

Age: 15

Did not deem it necessary to speak with her directly.

Likely in charge of cooking, cleaning, and looking after the younger children.

According to Ephemer, she joined only a few months after him.

(Notes Taken: September 6th, 1941)

[episodeoftv]

Prelims, Vote 1 of 8

The top 4 finales will move on to be included in the main bracket

Propaganda is under the cut, may include spoilers

Agent Carter - 2.10 Hollywood Ending

Just as Peggysous became canon, just as Jack is about to start his redemption arc, they cancelled the show and left all of us on a massive cliffhanger for, let's see, almost 8 years at this point. We need ANSWERS.

Daybreak - 1.10 FWASH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

It was written as a cliffhanger for a second season that would never come, but it just felt flat. The one objective that our leading lad (Josh) had been chasing (saving Sam) was rendered pointless, because the moment the big bad was defeated she effectively declared herself the new big bad and everyone who wasn't a major character went 'hmmm, okay!' And accepted it! They didn't even address this all that well, just ended with a shot of the MCs looking shocked.

Doctor Who - 12.10 The Timeless Children

this finale is shit!! absolute ass! nothing happens in it for it to justify having such a cool name. the master captures the doctor, shows her a slideshow that amounts to ‘‘you’re adopted!! :)" doctor breaks out of her matrix prison thing by overloading it with memories when the matrix is The Supercomputer and it’s used to hold all memories of all time lords ever? you know, the species whove been doing their thing for a billion years and live up to 10,000 years? the doctors new memories should either already be there or make nary a dent in it. the doctor’s like ‘‘why would they do that! why would they lie?’’ girl they have been lying to you since forever. they killed you once. theyve tried to kill you so many times. they turned you into a fucked up anti time monster that one time. one of the doctors past past selves even told her it doesnt really matter!! what was even the point

Loki - 1.06 For All Time. Always.

The series was going downhill past Episode 3 tbh, but it really just was a load of crap only interested in setting up the multiverse

Tales of Arcadia - Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans

This finale undoes everything the show worked for. In order to give itself stakes it kills off a few characters, but in a way that only indirectly impacts the MCs (such as Jim's Mom's fiancé getting killed). Then, at the end of the special, the main character uses time travel to go back to the start of S1E01 and changed history so he never becomes the trollhunter. Instead he makes his next friend the trollhunter instead. In terms of anticipation it was not at all what anyone was anticipating. (I had assumed he'd go to the start of the special and defeat the titans without any casualties). Having undone time only he remembers the previous timestream and he makes no effort to engage with it outside of accepting his changeling principal far sooner.

Ted Lasso - 3.12 So Long, Farewell

This trash ass finale undid three seasons of character development for every single person involved (except Nate!). A long-distance parent returned "home" despite having no attachments besides his child and leaving behind his entire found family, an abused and neglected woman was left behind by the person who taught her she didn't deserve abuse and neglect, and two characters who spent the whole show learning to cooperate and care for each other got into a fistfight over the girl they both dated.

Torchwood - 3.05 Day Five

No propaganda submitted

[avalost]

“What Kunrad did was unforgivable. When I find him, I'll make him pay.” Kat twisted her mouth into a grimace of disdain. “I do not need an agent of the Inquisition to hold my hand.”

And let it be known that when we went to fight Kunrad, Heinrix went down in the first round like a sack of potatoes

[nonokoko-is-daydreaming]

Spy x family masterlist

Old links redirect you to my main blog. This is because they were written before I created this one.

☁︎ = Headcanons

✰ = One shot

❥ = x reader

✉ = Letter

The Forgers

✰ Forgers' Christmas Preparations

☁︎❥ Forgers x Robot child!reader 🤖

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Loid Forger | Agent Twilight

TBA

Yor Briar | Thorn Princess

☁︎ Yor doing her nails

Anya Forger

✰ A for Anya | Pt. 2

☁︎❥ Anya with a psychic!babysitter

Yuri Briar

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Sylvia Sherwood | The Handler

Fiona Frost | Agent Nightfall

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Franky Franklin

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Daybreak

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Camilla

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Dominic

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

AUs

Spy x families

☁︎ Initial concept

☁︎ Second concept | The daughters | Their powers (DISCARDED)

SWAP AU

☁︎ General hcs | ☁︎ Yor or Yuri

[coffeekenzie]

oops a certain line in the new Captain America movie activated my dormant winterfalcon shipper sleeper agent like a longing rusted seventeen daybreak furnace nine benign homecoming one freight car

let’s head back to AO3 boys

[becertainlust]

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who is whispered about with the kind of reverence usually reserved for legends—think Galliano meets Alexander McQueen, but darker, smoother, and infinitely more elusive.

He didn’t go to fashion school. He didn’t intern under anyone. He emerged out of nowhere—an underground gem of a debut show held in an abandoned cathedral in Florence. Ten looks. Ten models. Candlelit. Every piece hand-stitched, laced with real silver thread and monograms only visible under moonlight. People thought it was a myth until Vogue Italia dropped an exclusive feature titled:

“The Lingerie Saint Has Arrived.”

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who is more than a designer — he is an artist of intimacy, a storyteller through silk, lace, and silhouette. With every piece he creates, Suguru weaves emotion into fabric, tailoring not just to bodies, but to souls. He believes that beauty speaks many languages — and his mission is to make women feel beautiful in all of them.

From Tokyo to Paris, Lagos to São Paulo, his creations have turned runways into temples of self-love. Each design is a love letter to femininity — powerful, soft, wild, sacred. His talent quickly caught the attention of the world, landing him on magazine covers, international talk shows, and fashion panels. But despite his meteoric rise, it’s his humility and warmth that continue to captivate everyone he meets.

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who is so deep in the art medium pulling ethereal designs that catches many off guard and cause him to rise above the rest and whose inbox is flooded with an offers to take the creative directors seat by various fashion brands. He has a right to become picky but in the end decides to establish his own name.

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who attends events after event, never growing tired of meeting new faces and hearing fresh ideas and conversing with new people. Quite the extrovert in the midst of his interests. God forbid he's actually excited 'You're really a conversative person Mr. Suguru' the interviewer giggled and he would have the prettiest smile that the viewers would gush much about across the media #suguru'ssmile trending for an entire month.

Lingeremaker! Suguru who when he sees you—you, gliding effortlessly through the chaos of the room, framed by golden light—who stops dead in his sentence brows knitting in frustration, hushing up the white haired model, that never seems to learn the word silence at crucial times Gojo screws his face up as Suguru claims he can't see you properly as he yapped on. 'who is that'

With a raised brow he pushes his hand away from his line of vision, 'Marketing agent, one of the best in the fashion world' he would whip his head back to Gojo in disbelief 'not a model?' Gojo would scoff throwing his hand around the male 'what you like what you see, I can set you up"

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who rejected Gojo's help, downplaying his interest in you on the spot. But he should have known better than leave his personal sketches and scribbles around his studio unguarded mentally punching himself for not storing latest works higher and further from his lanky ass.

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who later that night, long after the champagne glasses clinked and cameras dimmed, he’d find himself at his sketch table again, candles flickering, Gold thread unraveling beside him. Your silhouette haunts him. Not in a ghostly way—but in the kind of way muses do.

Pages fill. The collection changes. The theme shifts from “Divinity” to “She Who Walks Like Daybreak.”

When asked on a French morning show what inspired the shift, Suguru simply says: “I saw someone who reminded me that beauty doesn't beg to be seen—it just arrives, and the world rearranges around it.”

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who receives a message for Gojo late at night as he is sorting his pallet for the collection, 'i told you I got your back' which Suguru responds with a question mark before concluding that he was weird for the gazillion time shaking his head then turned his attention back to his computer screen, the soft light lit hitting his face.

Lingeriemaker! Suguru who the next morning would be woken up by his blaring door bell throughout the condo and when he switches on his camera and see's your face his eyes, done pops out of his head. 'what the fuck'

thinking of making this a fully fleshed fanfic series with smut on both ao3 and here.

[hastvic]

Oomf said winter soldier venom snake and my sleeper agent woke up as if someone was saying longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car

[destinationtrekk]

daybreak

Even a hardened Captain needs a break sometimes.

1.1k, S.T.A.R.S reader, set pre-RE1, cursing, that thing where guys put their head against your stomach for comfort <3

a/n: all my fics are cross posted to my ao3

-> masterlist

-> daybreak on ao3

7:06 a.m. 

Come to my office when you clock in. We need to talk. 

You heaved a sigh and let your phone in your hand fall to your side. Fuck. Your head dropped back and you let your eyes slip shut. Of all the things that could make your day any worse, this was it. You had woken up late, missing your alarm because your phone was dead, and then barely got dressed in time to stop for coffee. The barista recognized you, and told you they were out of your order with a sympathetic smile before you could even ask. You had settled for a flavorless black coffee, hoping the bitterness would kick start your morning - only to spill it on your floorboard as you nearly rear-ended someone else's cruiser in the parking lot. After finally making it to your desk, less than ten minutes late, thank you, your exclusive-not-boyfriend Captain texted you, absolutely solidifying your awful morning. 

You slumped in your chair, looking back to your desktop as it started up. You could easily tell him you just hadn’t seen his message, too wrapped up in rushing to work and catching up with the endless reports stacked on your desk, but he wouldn’t buy it. Wesker kept meticulous records of nearly everything at the station, including how many reports he expected from each agent. While you had plenty of paperwork to catch up on, you knew as well as him that nothing was so pressing you could justify ignoring him. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to see him - quite the opposite, really. In the month or so since you had started this… thing with him, you found yourself craving his touch more and more each day. You hadn’t really had sex yet, per se, but each late night at the station you spent alone with him got closer and closer to thoroughly tarnishing any sense of professionalism you had left, not that much was left anyway. You risked a glance to his office, the door cracked open, and your mind flooded with images of him. His sly smirk, his rumbling voice, his warm breath brushing the skin of your neck. You looked down and re-read his message, clenching your jaw and sighing again. Despite the butterflies in your stomach, excited for his attention even now, you knew this talk couldn’t be good. 

You waited a few more minutes, mindlessly shuffling papers around to look busy, until you finally summoned the courage to speak to him. You didn’t bother knocking, just slipping through his office door to stand stiffly in front of his desk. He was slouched in his chair, eyes lazily focused on his computer monitors with his sunglasses in his hand, one arm of them balanced on his lip. He rarely took them off, and you were relieved to see his expression openly. He didn’t look annoyed or pissed off, but that didn’t mean he was happy with you. 

“Took you long enough,” he murmured, finally acknowledging your awkward stance in front of him. He looked up at you, his sharp blue eyes roaming your figure before he motioned vaguely to the door. “Lock it, and close the blinds.” 

You couldn’t help the twitch of your lips as you followed his orders, coming back to stand in front of his desk when you finished. He seemed to slump further into his chair as he heard the lock click into place, tossing his glasses on his desk to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Come here.” 

Your brow furrowed when you approached him, leaning one hip on his desk and looking down at him. His shoulders were tense, and you risked placing a hand on his arm, squeezing gently. “You okay?” 

He took a moment to answer, but finally sat back and looked up at you. His expression was blank as always, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. “Long night.” 

You tilted your head and smiled in sympathy. “Thought you were bringing me in here to yell at me for something.” You consider him carefully for a moment. “Do you want to… talk?” 

He chuckled lightly, and reached up to grip your waist, his warm palm spreading wide against your thin uniform shirt. “No,” his voice was a mere rumble in the silent office. “I just…” 

He seemed to struggle, his body still tense. Even alone with you, he was rarely what you could call sweet . Gentle, yes, amused and kind, sometimes, if he was having a good day. But never hesitant, or lost for words like he was now. 

“I know.” You whispered, a hand coming up to pet his hair. You were careful to not ruffle the perfectly gelled style, and your heart clenched when he actually leaned into your touch. He pushed his chair back a bit, pulling you to stand between his spread legs. He gripped your waist with both hands now, broad palms encasing your body and sliding down, down, down until they rested on the backs of your thighs. Your hands were on his shoulder and cupping the back of his head, and without warning he leaned into your body, his forehead pressed into your stomach and arms wrapping loosely around your thighs. 

You froze for a moment, not expecting this physical display of vulnerability from him. You shook yourself out of it though, quickly sliding a hand down his back and letting your fingers bury in his hair, keeping him pressed against you. You rubbed random circles on his back, slipping your fingers beneath his shoulder holster to scratch lightly with your nails. You knew as well as anyone that the tight leather could be irritating after a long day. 

He groaned softly, the sound barely more than a hot puff of air against your stomach. One of his arms came sliding back up your thigh, brushing over your backside to spread his hand on your lower back. He gently pulled you closer, until his face was buried against you so tight you weren’t sure he could breathe. 

You huffed a laugh, and scratched your nails along his scalp. You spent a long moment with him like that, his breath warm against your stomach while you mindlessly rubbed his back and hair. Eventually, all too soon, he pulled back, pressing one lingering kiss to your hip before sitting back in his chair. His face was flush as he avoided your gaze, clearing his throat as you stepped away. You softly flattened his hair back to it’s previous perfect style and gave him a gentle smile. 

He looked up at you, eyes soft and brow furrowed. His voice was a rumble when he thanked you, hoarse like he could barely muster the air to speak. When you turned back to face him before you left, his expression was already hardened over again, sunglasses halfway to his face. His lips twitched in a smile one last time, and then he was back to work. 

You may not get to keep him, but at least you had this.

[12bucksundpommes]

There's a problem

Bucky x yn

Summary: y/n and bucky get captured by hydra and bucky is forced to watch them use the trigger words on y/n.

A/n: part 2 is now available, but idk how to put the link for it on this one, so you guys can access it easier.

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Bucky sat on the cold, hard floor of his cell, staring helplessly through the transparent barrier that separated him from y/n. The sterile, clinical environment of the Hydra facility made everything feel more oppressive. He tugged futilely at his restraints, frustration and fear gnawing at him. y/n was in the cell opposite his, her eyes wide with terror as she tried to process their dire situation.

"Stay strong, y/n" he whispered, knowing she couldn't hear him but hoping his presence might offer some comfort.

The door to y/n's cell slid open, and two Hydra agents walked in, dragging her to the center. Bucky's heart pounded in his chest as he watched them prepare to use the trigger words.

"No," he muttered, his voice shaking. "Not again. Please, not her."

One of the agents stepped forward and began to recite the words with cruel precision: "Longing. Rusted. Furnace. Daybreak. Seventeen. Benign. Nine. Homecoming. One. Freight car."

With each word, y/n's face twisted in agony, her body convulsing as she fought against the control. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she clenched her fists, trying to resist the programming. Bucky felt his own tears welling up, his soul shattering as he watched the love of his life endure the same torment he had known all too well.

"y/n, fight it!" he screamed, his voice raw with desperation. "Don't let them do this to you!"

But when the final word was spoken, y/n's expression went blank, her eyes devoid of emotion. The agents stepped back, satisfied with their work, and released her from the cell. She stood there, motionless, waiting for orders.

At that moment, the facility's alarms blared, signaling the arrival of the Avengers. Steve, Natasha, and Tony burst into the room, ready to rescue their friends. They paused, shocked to see y/n standing free, her face an empty mask.

"y/n?" Steve called out, lowering his shield slightly. "What are you doing?"

y/n didn't respond. Instead, she launched into an attack, her movements swift and precise. The Avengers were taken aback, trying to defend themselves without hurting her.

Tony turned to see Bucky in his cell, a look of anguish on his face. "What's going on?" he shouted over the chaos.

"They've got her under control," Bucky choked out, his voice breaking. "She's been triggered, just like they did to me."

Realizing the gravity of the situation, the Avengers shifted their approach. "We need to get Bucky out of there," Steve commanded. "Tony, get the door open."

Tony quickly hacked the cell controls, and the door to Bucky's cell slid open. Bucky rushed out, his focus solely on y/n. "We can't break the control," he said, his voice filled with sorrow. "We have to knock her out."

Steve nodded grimly. "Natasha, you handle it."

Natasha moved with precision, using her skills to subdue y/n without causing serious harm. With a swift, calculated move, she knocked y/n unconscious. Bucky caught her before she hit the ground, cradling her gently in his arms.

"It's okay, y/n" he whispered. "I've got you. We're getting you out of here."

They secured y/n in chains, ensuring she wouldn't hurt anyone if she woke up before they could help her. The team moved swiftly, making their escape from the facility. Bucky never let go of y/n, his resolve stronger than ever.

Back at the compound, they placed y/n in a secure room, surrounded by the best medical and psychological support the Avengers could offer. Bucky sat by her side, holding her hand, refusing to leave her alone.

"We'll find a way to break this," he vowed, looking at his teammates with determination. "We saved me. We can save her too."

Steve put a reassuring hand on Bucky's shoulder. "We'll do whatever it takes, Buck. We're in this together."

As the team set to work, Bucky stayed by y/n's side, whispering words of love and encouragement, determined to help her reclaim her freedom from Hydra's grasp.

[yourebeingsobrave]

Bucky x Female Reader (NSFW)

“Longing.”

“Rusted.”

“Seventeen.”

“Daybreak.”

“Furnace.”

“Nine.”

“Benign.”

“Homecoming.”

“One.”

“Freight Car.”

Bucky shot up from the floor. It was a dream. Another god damn nightmare. Bucky always slept on the floor. A bed was too… soft.

The bedroom door creaked open. There she was. Y/N. He had woken her. She looked tired. Damn it Barnes.

“Hey, you okay?” Y/N asked gently, walking towards his spot on the floor carefully. Y/N was sort of Bucky’s… caretaker. After his rehabilitation on Wakanda he needed someone to watch him, make sure he wasn’t doing anything illegal. So they sent in Y/N, a former S.H.I.E.L.D agent.

“I’m fine.” Bucky grumbled, attempting to wave her off with his vibranium arm. He could barely make eye contact with her. There was something about her- it made him want to run away from her and run towards her all at once. She never shared anything about her personal life and it only made Bucky more curious about her.

“Well, I’m already awake if you wanna talk about it. I’m not just your babysitter you know. I have a little empathy.” Y/N chuckled dryly and sat down by him on the floor.

There was an awkward tension surrounding them, their lack of knowledge on each other was painfully clear in this moment.

Y/N was quiet for a moment, giving Bucky her full attention with her body language and eyes. Almost like she was commanding him to tell her what he dreamt of… yet her face was still so gentle too.

“It’s all the same, these damn dreams. A replay of the people I’ve killed.” Bucky said in a non-chalant tone, as if it was nothing.

“None of that is your fault, you know that right? I’m sure it doesn’t stop the dreams but…” Y/N’s eyes darted all over Bucky’s face. He could feel her studying him, trying to understand.

“It doesn’t change that I did it.” Bucky said, feeling his own voice coming out more vulnerable now.

“But you can’t blame yourself.” Y/N insisted, her hand unconsciously reaching out over his. The touch replaced the uneasy tension with a different feeling. Comfort? Desire? Maybe a mix of both.

Bucky just grunted in response. She didn’t have the right to tell him what he could or couldn’t blame himself for. Although, the sentiment was sweet, she was wrong.

“Don’t be stubborn Mr. Barnes.” Y/N said, her eyes looking into his own with an intimidating intensity.

“Bucky.” Bucky corrected.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“It’s just Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky. You need to go easier on yourself, understood?” Y/N spoke in almost a motherly tone, gentle yet firm. Making sure Bucky knew she was serious.

“Alright Y/N, alright.” Bucky said, his tone submissive. He knew she was stubborn, and it wasn’t worth trying to convince her that he was a bad man.

“Good.” Y/N said with satisfaction, her voice coming out more sultry than intended. She gave Bucky’s hand another squeeze before letting it go.

Bucky felt an emptiness in him the second her hand left his. He reached back out to grab her wrist as she was getting up.

“Please don’t go Y/N.” Bucky practically whimpered it out. He didn’t mean to, but something in that moment had him desperate for her.

Y/N face scrunched together in confusion. Bucky let go of her wrist immediately, what had come over him?

But to his surprise, she nodded and sat back down next to him.

“Come here.” She commanded softly, holding her arms out to him. Bucky listened and scooted closer into her hug. Y/N wrapped her arms around him gently and rested her chin on the top of his head.

Not a word from either of them. Just the two of them soaking in each others energy. Bucky wanted more of her. Her soft touch was something he hadn’t experienced in over 80 years. Sure, Steve had hugged him from time to time, but this was different. A woman’s touch was always different.

“Y/N?” Bucky whispered.

“What is it?” Y/N said, pulling her head away from his so she could look at him.

Bucky was silent for a moment.

“I want to kiss you.” He finally said softly.

Y/N cupped his cheek in her hand, a small smile growing on her face.

“I can arrange that.” And with that Y/N leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips, but breaking away just as quickly.

Her lips were so warm and wet… Bucky was willing to bet the rest of her was too.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath.

Y/N looked at him with satisfaction and desire. Like she had gotten the best of him or something. She then leaned in to kiss Bucky again. Her hand went to the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly to keep him close. This kiss was longer, ending with Y/N biting at Bucky’s bottom lip as she pulled away.

“C’mon Bucky, you’re sleeping with me tonight.” Y/N ordered. She stood, offering her hand out to Bucky, leading him to her bedroom quickly.

Bucky followed, feeling his hand get clammy in hers. He was nervous, scared even… but he excited. God he hoped she would fuck him, he hadn’t had his dick in someone since the 40s.

As soon as they were in the room, Y/N pushed him to sit on the bed and crawled on his lap. Bucky let her. He knew he was stronger than her but he wanted her to take control. He hardly knew what he was doing with this kind of stuff anymore, he needed help.

And Y/N was going to help him.

Y/N moved Bucky’s semi-long hair away from his neck so she could kiss him there, lick him there, bite him there.

The feeling of her teeth on the thin skin of his neck drove Bucky wild. His breathing was getting heavier now, and his hands searched her back carefully, as if he was afraid of being scolded for touching her.

Y/N grabbed Bucky’s face, squeezing his cheeks together. “You grab me where you need to grab me Bucky.” Y/N ordered before letting his face go and crashing her lips into him yet again.

Bucky held her tighter now, his metal arm sliding up her back. He was sure to send shivers down her spine, but the quiet giggle Y/N let out ensured Bucky that she liked it.

Y/N was hasty, her hands went down to his waistline, he was only wearing underwear, it was the middle of the night after all. She slid them down with expertise. On her way down to his ankles she paused- right at his very hard cock.

Bucky watched as the drool traveled down from her lips to his cock. He could swear it was happening in slow motion, this was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Then Y/N finished, pulling his underwear off his ankles and tossing them to the side.

“I want you to take mine off now, can you do that for me?” Y/N asked softly, but she wasn’t really asking.

Bucky nodded, getting on his knees in front of her. His hands were shaky as they went for Y/N’s panties. He slid them down slowly, taking in every inch of her as more was revealed, as if she was a piece of artwork.

“Bucky, you’re doing amazing. Now lay down.”

Bucky did so, laying down with his arms propping up his torso, he had to keep his eyes on her. She was just too damn beautiful.

Y/N followed, straddling her legs around his waist. She leaned her body forward so her lips were against his ear and whispered.

“You’re going to put your cock inside me now.”

Bucky was silent, his eyes full of hesitation. Y/N pulled back, looking at him softly.

“Do you want me?” She asked. A stupid question truly.

“I do Y/N, it’s just-“ He was nervous, so damn scared.

Y/N covered his mouth before he could finish. “Then put your dick inside of me. You’ll do amazing, I know you will.” Y/N spoke slowly and quietly. “We can go as slow or as fast as you want.”

“Cmon, give me what I want.” Y/N said, more demanding this time.

“Okay Y/N.” Bucky said lowly. He gulped as he grabbed himself and steadied his tip at her entrance.

Before Bucky could push himself in, Y/N had pushed herself down.

Fuck she felt so good. Bucky gasped, and so did she. Y/N was kind enough to wait a moment, to let him process what was happening.

“How’s that?” Y/N teased, a sweet smile on her face as she looked down at him.

“Mhm.” Bucky whimpered.

“Use your words Bucky.”

“You feel so damn good.” Bucky groaned out. A smile grew on Y/N’s face at the comment. From there, she started moving her hips up and down, engulfing his cock with every movement.

Every so often she would switch up her hip movements into little swirls around him, and Bucky was finding it harder and harder to keep quiet.

“F-fuck-“ Bucky stuttered, the feeling over around him… wet… tight. He couldn’t contain himself. He hadn’t felt this good since… well- ever. Girls in the 40s never had the confidence to ride him like Y/N was now. It was incredible.

Bucky could feel himself getting close, frankly way too soon for his liking. His hands reached out to Y/N’s hips, not sure if he was steadying her or himself.

And just then, Y/N stopped. Stopped moving entirely. Bucky found himself thrusting his own hips, like an animal that only had one goal in mind.

“No Bucky, I need you to last a little longer, can you do that?” Y/N reached out to hold his face gently, her eyes darting over him- studying.

Bucky couldn’t respond, he was trying to steady himself, his hands gripped her hips tighter. The metal arm honestly holding her a little too tight- but he didn’t notice. Bucky took in a deep breath as he looked up at her, his eyes desperate and practically begging for Y/N.

“Can you do that?” Y/N repeated.

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky whispered.

Y/N smiled. They were both still for a moment. Then Y/N started moving again. She was soaking now, Bucky could feel it. Regardless of the pause they just took, Bucky was still throbbing, ready to cum the moment she let him. But he had to wait. He needed to please her.

Y/N leaned her body forward so she could embrace Bucky, making the fucking feel more like love making. He could feel her breasts pushed up against his chest. Fuck.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from thrusting anymore, he had to, he needed to. He pounded his cock up in her as deep as he could. He swore he could draw out a map of the inside of her pussy just by feeling it. A feeling that would be engraved in his brain forever.

“Fuck Bucky, that’s good. Keep doing that.” Y/N whispered, biting her lip as she looked down at him… proudly? Whatever it was- Bucky liked it- and it made him want to listen to her even more.

He kept thrusting into her, his lips trembling as he felt himself- and her- getting closer.

“Y/N-“ Bucky whimpered, stuttered a little bit- as he tried to get her name off his lips.

“You’re doing so good Bucky.” Y/N assured, her pussy clenching around him. “You’re making me feel so good. Just a little bit longer until you can cum, okay?”

“Mhm.” Bucky’s face scrunched up, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Not from sadness or frustration- but pure anticipation. His hands gripped her back now, holding Y/N close in desperation- praying that she would let him cum soon.

“Oh god Bucky, right there baby- that feels so good.” Y/N said, her voice getting higher, softer. He felt her clenching him tighter than ever.

“Please Y/N, please let me cum.” Bucky whimpered out. His voice came out like a slut. Begging for her. Begging for his release.

Y/N came, her body spazzing forward, gripping Bucky with her nails as she finished. With her lips near his ear she finally gave him what he wanted.

“Cum. Now.”

Within a fraction of a second Bucky came, his body practically going into a seizure from the pleasure.

“F-f-fuck Y/N.” Bucky whimpered as he finished. Bucky hugged her torso tightly as he felt himself fill her. She was so warm and wet, he wanted to leave his cock in her even now that he’d came.

Y/N giggled quietly, with satisfaction over anything else. “You did really good.” Y/N praised.

Bucky was silent for a moment, his dick still soaking in her as he looked at her pretty face.

“Y/N?” He whispered. Bucky wanted to say he loved her. Fuck- that was stupid. He would sound like a teenage girl who just lost her virginity. He can’t tell her he loves her. Not when this was the only intimate thing they’ve done.

“Yes Bucky?”

“Thank you.” He said instead, saving himself from a whole lot of potential embarrassment.

“Anytime, Buck.” Y/N gave him a little kiss before pulling herself up and forcing Bucky to slip out of her.

She walked away from her own bedroom to the kitchen, leaving him to lie there as if nothing had happened. No after care, nothing. It only made Bucky want more of her.

“You’re welcome to sleep in bed, but only tonight. There is another bedroom you know. That has a bed and not just a floor.” Y/N shouted from the other room.

“No, floor is good.” Bucky responded.

“Suit yourself.” Y/N followed Bucky with her eyes as he walked out of the bedroom, placing himself in that same spot on the floor in the living room.

Y/N only laughed. She understood, it was hard for him to fall asleep on something so soft. She finished her glass of water and walked over to him on the floor.

“Goodnight Bucky.” She said softly. Y/N lifted his head up by his chin and planted a kiss on his forehead. Then walked back to the bedroom.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Bucky called out softly as she walked down the hall. He could feel his face getting red.

As Bucky laid down and fell asleep, it was the first night in years he didn’t have a single nightmare. He was going to need more of Y/N.

[kh-daybreak-cult-au]

To any of the union leaders: Did Agent Smith speak to you directly? Did they seem dangerous?

“He did. He spoke to all of us, I believe.”

“I wish I’d been wrong.”

(Response date: November 25, 1941)

(Unfinished semi-cannon fic answer below cut)

“Hello, you can call me Agent Smith. I would like to ask you a few questions”.

The man’s eyes might’ve been brimming with concern but Lauriam remembered enough to know that someone in a suit like that wasn’t a good thing. Any worry had to be a ruse. It had been a man like Smith who had taken him and Strelitzia away from their parents all those years ago. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes again.

“Do you mind telling me who you are?” The man continued, voice stern.

Lauriam also knew, though, that failing to cooperate wouldn’t work out well for anyone. He resigned himself and gave the man an answer, “Lauriam”.

“Last name?”

Furrowing his brow, he pushed himself to recall.

“…Belrose”

“Alright,” Smith pulled a notepad and pen out of his chest pocket and wrote down Lauriam’s name. “How old are you?”

“Seventeen”.

“And how long have you been here?”

“Just over ten years”.

The agent took down each thing he said, then his expression grew more serious. “The other kids here say you’re one of the people in charge. Is that true?”

That made Lauriam pause. If he were to answer truthfully, would that help or hinder him? Answering yes would certainly make him a target for more questioning, but lying could backfire

(more interview stuff would’ve happened here but, bah!)

“Thank you for your cooperation. I can only hope that the rest of your friends are more like you than they are your friend I talked to earlier. Brain, if I remember correctly?”

(Response date: September 6, 1941)

[artbyblastweave]

Happy New Year! Looking for comic recommendations, which are your favorites? Genre doesn't matter very much, I was raised on the original run of Amazing Spider-Man

Happy new year! Some fun ones from the last couple years-

Rock Candy Mountain by Kyle Starks and Chris Schweizer- Fantasy-americana post-WW2 madcap about an unbeatable hobo on a quest to find the titular Big Rock Candy Mountain, and the washed-up screenwriter he drags along for the ride. Two volumes.

We Only Find Them When They're Dead by Al Ewing and Simone Di Meo- space opera about mining crews who work harvesting tissues from dead galactus-like entities. Unlike most of these it was an ongoing I haven't caught up with and thus the only one I can't vouch to have stuck the landing. Great imagery though. Galactus Whalefall

Dead Body Road by Justin Jordan and Matteo Scalera- Elmore Leonard/Donald Westlake inspired crime-revenge-rampage/maguffin hunt thing. Actually anything Justin Jordan writes but I took some effort to prevent this entire list becoming Kyle Starks and Justin Jordan books 20th Century Men by Deniz Camp and Stipan Moran- Alternate history where the USA and USSR deploy nationalized superhumans to Afghanistan during the 1980s.

Daybreak by Brian Ralph. Zombie apocalypse story with the gimmick of being told entirely from a first-person perspective.

Frontiersman by Patrick Kindlon and Marco Ferrari- a 60-something Green-Arrow analogous superhero who's gone bush is coaxed out of hiding by environmentalists to do a tree sit protest, only for all hell to break loose as all the superhuman contacts he left hanging track him down to settle their accounts. He Will Not Leave The Tree. This was supposed to be an ongoing but I think it only managed one volume.

Hard Boiled by Frank Miller and Geoff Darrow- Gonzo retrofuturistic self-parody of Miller's usual fare, about a hard-as-nails guntoting unstoppable IRS agent whose choppy Noir narration reads like a stroke-in-progress. Rife with Miller's typical derangements about women, and carried in many respects by the visual buffet of Darrow's interiors, it nonetheless convinced me that All-Star Batman and Robin might have been written that way as a deliberate gag instead of out of a complete lack of self-awareness.

Ultimate Spider-Man by Bendis and Bagley- the progenitor of the original Ultimate Marvel Line, and also the progenitor of the Bendisian house style that would eventually eat the rest of Marvel's output for the 2000s and 2010s due to how popular it was. I got about 110 issues in until I got wrenched away from it by life developments a couple months back, but throughout that run it cemented itself as basically the cohesive take on Spider-Man for me.

[miaxwrites]

My Heart Shaped Sunglasses

001 | We're Forever Young in Paradise

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CHAPTER ONE "we're forever young in paradise"

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Tucked away tightly in the corner of the light blue Nissan Figaro that Maria had begged Gerald to buy, in a burrow that he had carved out just for himself among boxes and tinted windows, Shadow was engulfed by the thrumming hum of the car’s engine, its soothing vibrations shooting through his bones and raking over his fur like a lullaby, lulling him into a state of limbo that he couldn’t quite escape.

The constant scrape of metal on wood from just beyond his warm refuge made sure of that, his heightened senses keeping him ever-aware of his surroundings as they picked up the faintest hint of pine and the echo of breaths, creating a crescendo of restlessness that never quite left him alone. His attempts to ignore the restless expense of human nature went unanswered, leaving Shadow with heavy limbs and a scrunched face as he sat hidden away, trying to wait out the excitement of the day.

It had been easier, when Shadow was in the lab. To ignore everything and pretend that it didn’t exist. That he didn’t exist. With fewer distractions, it never took much to get lost in a small corner of his mind where nothing could reach him other than the mechanical expanse of lab coats and latex gloves that left him clawing at his skin until droplets of gooping blood webbed his slender fingers.

None of it had mattered or had made any sense to Shadow until she came alone. A force of blazing locks and dashing grins that had even disrupted the consistent ambient of stasis that ebbed away at his being. Her imprint so forceful that Shadow couldn’t remember when it had all begun to change, a blur of never-ending time from the moment he opened his eyes to the numbing of cryosleep taking a chilling hold of him. All he knew was that there was a ‘before her’ and an ‘after her,’ and that nothing else was anywhere near as significant.

Like a virus, she was able to bypass all of his defences and nestle herself right into his heart, making herself a home out of it, one that she would never abandon. The scientists hadn’t been pleased with this development, biting their tongues as Shadow was taken away from them for too long of a period at a time, only acting when they had him back in their clutches.

With every passing day, they took it out on him more and more. Mandatory supplements would be withheld, forcing his body to cling to the faux nutrients that circled his system, clawing his way by until it was deemed necessary to implement the next dose; Incisions cutting deeper than required, leaving a burning ache reverberating under his fur like an exasperated pulse waiting to be put to rest; Stasis becoming one of the only things he recognised as his time in cryosleep grew longer, leaving him stuck frozen, motionless while the rest of the world around him kept turning.

He didn’t mind though, not if it meant they could spend a few more precious moments together, hidden away in the alcove of their pillow fort with twinkling lights strung up above their heads, even if it was just until daybreak, their adventures forever bring out of reach from the rest of the world. They were something for him to keep, not to be tarnished by the unrelenting scalpel of a government agent with a heavy hand.

At the end of the day, none of it mattered, and he was okay with that because he got something that no one could take away, no matter how much they wished to pry away and destroy the one thing Shadow had gotten close to since his discovery. He got a sister.

The one thing he wasn’t immune to.

With the flutter of an overly fluffy ear, Shadow’s limbo was shattered to pieces as the car’s door got yanked open, a presence far greater than his intruding on the quiet space he had created as it joined him in the backseat. The leather beneath him gave way to the scruff of hands and knees as they manoeuvred their way past boxes and stray keepsakes, jostling Shadow’s frame with every shift forward.

With a soft, unnoticeable sigh, Shadow couldn’t find it in himself to become a fully functioning being just yet, still mulling over the sleep he should’ve been getting if it weren’t for his body’s persistent nature to stay on high alert at all times. So, instead of facing the day like it was expected of him to, he took to burrowing deeper into the cushioned chair he had been resting on, allowing the newcomer to loom over him with no mind being paid to them as he feigned sleep.

There were a few long, dreadful moments where Shadow could feel a set of eyes boring into him, unmoving as they analysed his every breath, making sure he was actually out cold. Shadow had hoped that this act would be enough to stave off any disruptions from his immediate family, even with the promise of letting him be until nightfall or when the moving company had completed their job, whichever came first, hanging over their heads. But as a slim finger came prodding into his exposed cheek, Shadow knew his wishes had been cast upon a dull star.

“Shadow,” Maria whispered in a singsong tone of voice, cautious of the potentially sleeping hedgehog she might have on her hands as she leaned in closer to his face, breath fanning across his muzzle and ruffling the shorter fur. Although Shadow kept his own eyes tightly squeezed shut, not letting a smidgen of light break past his lids, he could sense Maria’s curious blue ones attempting to peer into his soul, scanning his entire being as she searched for any weak points in his act.

And despite vowing to protect Maria through thick and thin, standing by her side no matter what while offering his help in any way he physically could, Shadow stayed dormant, willing her to turn around and try again later.

For a few seconds, Shadow thought she was going to do just that as the seat beneath them shifted again in what Shadow assumed was Maria’s retreat. A welcoming silence flooded the small vehicle as Maria’s breathing stilled, almost giving the illusion that she wasn’t there. The moment that relaxation—or as close to it as he could manage—washed over Shadow though, he was met with a persistent nail that was hell-bent on messing up his perfectly groomed fur.

Face twisting at the contact, his nose scrunching and eyes creasing, Shadow did his best to not slap the limb out of the air and away from his face, subjecting himself to sit perfectly still and remain as he was, enduring the pestering taps against his face as sooner or later Maria leave him to waste the rest of the day away as she gave up in her attempts to-

“I know you’re awake,” Maria’s all-knowing tone came fluttering into Shadow’s ears, just the sound of her voice cutting off his train of thought as her hand came to a stop with it. Shadow tried not to react to that, stiffening in an effort not to move, but it seemed to be of little use. To prove her point, Maria grabbed onto one of Shadow’s ears, kneading the appendage between her thumb and forefinger as she murmured, “Your ear keeps twitching every time I make a noise.”

Right on queue, Shadow’s ear gave a violent spasm.

A huff trickled from Shadow’s lips as his cover was blown, though he made no move to untuck himself and reveal the untidy quills that sat on his head and the bags resting under his eyes, even if they tended to blend in well with the dark colour of his fur. Maria didn’t seem to mind the avoidance, a playful smile dancing at her lips despite Shadow not being able to see it, content to talk amongst herself.

“I want to move you upstairs,” She relented after a few moments of running her thumb through the fur on the back of Shadow’s ear, letting go of him and flopping back into the plush seat behind her with a stretch of her limbs as she escaped the hard labour of moving houses for a couple of minutes. “You’ve been cooped up in here for hours, don’t you want to stretch your legs and pick out what room you want?”

“Not particularly,” Shadow croaked, his words bordering on being undecipherable from the lack of use for hours. Peeling back his eyelids and squinting up at Maria, Shadow groaned as his vision was flooded by too bright of a light, eyes threatening to slip shut and pretend he had never been interrupted. Shifting with a cracking yawn, Shadow tried, “Can’t I just stay in here until the moving truck is gone?”

“Nope,” Maria announced, popping the ‘p’ as she reached out a hand to soothe down some of the stray quills that had been roused during his sleep, a soft clicking noise that he tried to stifle erupting from him as she did. “Grandpa said now’s just as good a time as any to get you in the house without anyone noticing since everyone’s so busy.”

“Why run the risk when we know in a few hours everyone will be gone?” He questioned, not expecting a succinct answer from the blonde across from him. Whenever she got an idea like this, the concept threading itself into the crevices of her mind, in her head, she wouldn’t stop until she was able to enact it, not caring for the chaos that would follow. Groaning at just the idea of having to sneak past the mob of people surrounding their new house, Shadow made his disdain known as he grumbled under his breath, “I doubt Gerald even signed off on this little adventure.”

“Of course, I got Grandpa’s approval,” Maria shrugged sheepishly as if it was no big deal, choosing that moment to avoid making eye contact with Shadow. Shooting her a look as if to say he knew she was lying, or at least wasn’t telling him the full truth, and that he was onto her, Shadow remained silent until he got a proper answer out of her. Not taking long for the cookie to crumble, Maria quickly squeaked in a rush of words, hoping most of it would be missed in the flurry, “So maybe I talked at him while he was busy telling the workers where to go, but he still said yes.”

“So, he doesn’t know you're here trying to break me out?” Shadow easily summarised, a perfect mix of unimpressed and bored seeping its way into his tone as he finally uncurled from his corner and used the seat as it was intended. Making Maria unintentionally act as a shield to any prying eyes, her taller frame was used to block his, allowing Shadow to get comfortable again as he asked, “And you want me to play along?”

“See, you get it,” She proclaimed with a grin, purposely acting overly bubbly as she reached a hand forward in an attempt to drag Shadow closer as it aimed to clamp around his shoulder. This time, he took great glee in smacking the limb away from him, ignoring the small ‘ow’ that filtered out from Maria’s mouth.

“I think I’ll stay here and wait the day out like we planned,” Shadow decided.

“Oh, come on,” Maria whined, crawling back over to Shadow and throwing her arms around his shoulders, going as far as to rest the side of her head atop of Shadow’s, careful of his quills as she tried to work her charm. With nowhere to go to escape the ambush, Shadow was left stranded and to endure it. “It’ll be super easy. I’ll cover you while we manoeuvre through the workers. Piece of cake, really.”

“That doesn’t sound very strategic,” Shadow said, his mind easily coming up with a hundred different ways it could all go wrong. Straightening out his back to try and knock Maria off of him, the subtle ache that had begun to build after hours of worrying and stuffing himself into a ball flared to life on his spine, his teeth gritting because of it. “Nor does moving to such a populated town. Remind me again why Gerald thought this would be a secure location?”

“Because Grandpa was able to find similar energy signatures to yours that G.U.N was already aware of,” Maria rattled off the information for what must’ve been the thirteenth time that day by the way she rolled her eyes along with it.

Its name alone sent a chill rattling down Shadow’s back, his spines standing on edge as his ears flattened back against his head, eyes momentarily darting around the cramped space as if someone was listening in on their conversation, watching their every move and just waiting for the perfect opportunity to make themselves known.

Leaving G.U.N had been a disaster, most of which he had been forced to do with a hazy mind after being abruptly taken out of stasis by Maria herself. Gerald had tried to buy them some time, but it hadn’t been enough. The parts he could distinctly remember had been nothing close to enjoyable: alarms blaring in his sensitive ears, the pounding of footsteps as soldiers searched for their whereabouts, closing in with shouts that left his soul rattling.

Their only salvation had been some rookie misfiring, hitting a canister of Shadow’s stored chaos energy and blowing the place to smithereens. If it hadn’t been for the diversion that the explosion had created, they never would’ve gotten away. Shadow dreads to think of what may have happened if they were caught. He was sure he would never see the two of them again while he was fished back into the lab, left to wonder who had a worse fate coming.

Everything after that, and even the thought of G.U.N alone, left bile rising from Shadow’s throat, an inescapable dread that curved its way into his skin and bones so he could never quite get rid of it.

Looking past Maria and out the window with a faraway look consuming his face, his eyes skittered across all the humans he wasn’t familiar with. Ignoring how they were lugging boxes and furniture back and forth, doing the job that they had employed them to do, his brain labelled them all as threats. Something that could cause unprecedented harm if they remained unidentified.

The thought of taking to action crossed Shadow’s mind. It would be so easy to extract himself from the car and take care of the humans mingling around. He wouldn’t have to hurt them, only knock them out, creating enough of an opening for the three of them to escape and leave behind the idea of playing house in plain sight. His fingers twitched, waiting to be put to work as he had already worked out the course of his attack, an uninterrupted path clear in his mind.

“He said that those sources of energy should be able to cover any traces of you being here,” Maria finished saying, snapping Shadow’s attention back to her as he was yanked from his thoughts, the girl across from him seemingly unaware of his internal turmoil. With a grin larger than the last, she soothed her hands into Shadow’s and gave them a light tug, “Let’s get out of here. We’ve got loads of exploring to do. And unpacking… there’s a lot of that too.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s still safer to wait until dark,” Shadow hesitated, resisting Maria’s enticing allure as he shrank in on himself. Eyes filled to the brim with worry, Shadow’s fingers slipped past Maria’s, lacing their hands together as he tried to plead with her even if he already knew it was a losing battle; It always was with her. “Just so there are fewer people and so that I can blend in.”

“I’ve already thought of that,” Maria proudly declared, acting as the only warning Shadow would receive before a deep red blanket was tugged over his head and he was yanked from the car.

Shadow had all of two seconds to panic before he was getting squashed into Maria’s chest, one of his fists swinging blindly towards her head on instinct and luckily missing as he violently tried to extract himself from his hold. Manoeuvring his body until his chin sat tucked over her shoulder and the blanket kept every part of him hidden, Maria held him close until he was able to calm himself down.

Panic still rattling around in his brain despite her efforts, Shadow ignored the risk of getting caught by the dozens of eyes around them as he thrashed in Maria’s arms, her hold only tightening in response as she began idly making her way towards their new home. It was only when one of Maria’s hands slithered under the blanket and rested itself on the back of Shadow’s head, massaging the quills that threatened to flare up, did the tension trickle from his body and he gasped in his first full breath of fresh air.

Tucking the squirming hedgehog closer now that she didn’t have to worry about getting stabbed in the face by his striking quills, Shadow’s wiggling began to slowly cease, his own arms winding around Maria’s frame to cling to her, inviting Maria to lean over and whisper, “See? We’ve got the perfect disguise for you.”

Shadow contemplated dignifying those words with a response, allowing a soft hmph to leave his lips as he purposely dug his chin into the junction of Maria’s neck. A hiss pushed its way from Maria as some of Shadow’s quills brushed up against her cheeks, none of their pointed edges catching on her skin, though Shadow still grinned at the intrusion.

“Did you forget the fact that I can teleport?” Shadow raised the question when the two of them were well away from the old, blue car they had used to get there, Maria weaving in and out of some of the moving company employees as she tried to walk to their new house as casually as possible. “If you wanted me so desperately in the house, I could’ve done it myself.”

“Oh…” The word fell from Maria’s lips in a whisper, barely audible as she came to a slow stop, trying to process how she could forget one of Shadow’s extraordinary abilities.

She remembers when they first realised Shadow had the ability to teleport, the hoglet taking her by surprise as he let out a sneeze that would normally leave his body shaking, but instead had him blipping away in the blink of an eye. The neutral expression that had taken over Maria’s face slowly dusted itself into a smile at the memory, but like most things, G.U.N was able to make it go sour.

At first, they had tried to hide it, keeping it a secret just between them. Although Shadow should’ve known it wouldn’t have lasted long with Maria’s blabbermouth, Gerald finding out by the end of the week.

Fascinated by the finding, Gerald ran his own tests; simple things that didn’t require any wires or needles prodding into Shadow’s body. To keep some of their innocence, Gerald would make a game out of it, seeing just how far Shadow could teleport, how quick he was at it, and if he could take Maria with him. But there was only so much he could do without the proper equipment.

Eventually, Gerald had to report the discovery. All Maria could remember from then was weeks of being separated from Shadow and being forced to stay away from the main lab while they ran their tests and expanded on their hypotheses.

When Shadow came back, he was frail and distraught, eyes staying permanently wide for the next couple of days as he refused to sleep, spending his time backed into a corner where no one could reach him, not even her.

From there, it only got worse.

Swallowing thickly at the memory, her stride slightly faltered as she came to a stop, trying to force herself to forget what G.U.N had done after they found out about the development, Maria teased, “Well, I don’t think I was the only one who forgot since you were begging to wait until it was dark to come inside.”

“I was not begging,” Shadow growled, rustling around under the blanket until it sat just above his eyes so he could peer out from it, finally getting a glimpse of their whereabouts. He made sure to stick close to Maria’s figure, blending in as closely as he could to the point they almost morphed together and became one as he looked around the front yard that would soon be his, even if it didn’t last long.

“Sure you weren’t,” Maria mused in response, words almost a hum as she started walking towards the house again, having a clear path to the open door that led to a partially empty house. A content silence would follow Maria’s next words, their conversation coming to a standstill as they allowed the silence to carry them until they were secure within the walls of their home, “It’s okay, baby brother, your secret’s safe with me.”

Maria’s words hung heavy in the space between her and Shadow, the syllables echoing through Shadow’s ears and shooting a warmth straight into his heart that wanted so badly to bleed across the rest of his body. Despite their bickering and Maria’s need to constantly egg him on, she had always been exactly what he needed, a guiding light that kept his own darkness at bay.

As they moved, Shadow couldn’t shake the nerve-wracking feeling of being watched. An overbearing, all-consuming force that seemed to stare past the blanket and straight into his soul, seeing him for what he was. Shadow had just thought it was one of the workers at first, someone too curious and wondering why Maria was walking around with a blanket thrown over half of her body, but the feeling hadn’t gone away.

Tearing his eyes away from the grass, Shadow surveyed the lawn, glimpsing over every individual in the vicinity as he searched for who it could be, only to turn up short-sighted. He couldn’t catch a single person out of place, staring them down like they knew the two of them were up to no good.

Until he let his eyes be naturally drawn upwards.

Storming red clashed with a flash of emerald green and patches of azure blue, the two shades intertwining and fading as soon as Shadow had caught sight of them, vibrant colours disappearing almost without a trace. Eyes momentarily widening, Shadow’s irises stayed locked onto the small window, waiting for whatever he had seen to come back, ready for it this time.

Only, they didn’t come back. Not while Shadow was still out in broad daylight, at least. Whatever—or whoever—had been standing at that window left Shadow looking up at the attic window of his new next-door neighbour aimlessly, his stare only being broken once Maria stepped over the threshold of their first real house together and not the overly spacious room they would pretend was.

Upon entering, Shadow wasn’t immediately released; a few workers mingling around on the inside as they piled in boxes and arranged furniture upon Gerald’s instructions. From this moment onwards, Shadow was completely blind as he retreated further into the blanket, trusting Maria to be his eyes and make sure they didn’t get caught as he forced his quills to relax and got as small as possible.

Making sure everyone was busy before moving forward, Maria crept along the edge of the house, eyes trained on the staircase that led up to the second level where all their bedrooms would be situated. Just as Maria was about to sprint across the wooden floor, abandoning the idea of being stealthy, Gerald caught her eye through all of the commotion, calling her over with a wave of his hand.

“Not now, Grandpa,” Maria whispered under her breath, not intending for anyone to hear, even with her and Shadow’s close proximity. Staring at her intently, Gerald once again signalled for Maria to make her way over to him, none the wiser of the hedgehog she had stuffed under the blanket draped across her body as he attempted to get her input on how they should lay out their furniture.

“Do you need help carrying that upstairs, Miss?” A gruff voice questioned from over Maria’s shoulder, her head snapping around to face its owner as a protective hand came rushing up to cradle Shadow’s head from over the blanket.

One of the man’s bushy brows went arching up in response to Maria’s startled reaction, giving her the chance to get a clear view of him as she took in his stocky build, standing dressed from head to toe in his company’s logo. The man’s eyes were trained on the blanket in Maria’s hand, gaze unrelenting as the intense look in his eyes made Maria freeze up, her muscles clamping together as she stared up at the man, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as she tried to string together a coherent sentence.

“Oh, don’t go worrying about her,” Gerald’s scruffy voice came filtering into Maria’s ears, sounding like music as he went to place a hand on Shadow’s head, realising only moments before and redirecting the limb to be placed on Maria’s shoulder. “Maria’s just moving her doll collection upstairs. Will probably go and try to claim the best bedroom for herself as well.”

“Yep, totally,” Maria quickly wheezed out, she and Shadow letting out mirroring breaths of relief as Gerald saved her the embarrassment of trying to come up with some lousy lie. A dry and forced chuckle came barreling from her lips as Maria tried to play along, “I’m going to go and find the biggest room for myself now. Thanks for the offer, though.”

Just as quickly as the words fell from Maria’s lips, she was charging up the staircase and escaping to the second level, where there were no moving helpers lounging around, just an empty space waiting to be claimed. She didn’t stop moving though, not until she had planted herself in a random room as far away from the staircase as possible, giving them a couple of extra seconds to react if someone were to venture up the stairs.

Leaning her back against the wall to catch her breath, Shadow broke away from Maria as soon as the opportunity struck, snatching the red blanket that had been used to smother him and chucking it to the floor so he didn’t need to spend another moment with the offending item.

Seething, Shadow tried to threaten, “If you ever try to bring that blanket- or any blanket near me for that matter, I’ll rip-“

“Yeah, yeah,” Maria casually waved him off, used to hearing the empty threats after growing up in a lab together for years, knowing Shadow didn’t have it in him to actually hurt anyone. Or at least not hurt anyone close to him. Dryly, Maria finished Shadow’s sentence for him, “You’ll rip off my hands and stuff them down my throat. I think it’s time you come up with some new threats since I’ve heard that one before.”

“Whatever,” Shadow grumbled with a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms as he turned away from Maria with a small huff.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Shadow,” Maria mused, laughing lightly as she skipped over to Shadow and grabbed onto his hands, pulling them out from where they had settled as she spun the two of them around until they ended up by the window. “How can you go from a menacing little rodent one second to an adorable, fluffy hedgehog the next?”

“I’m not adorable, nor am I a rodent,” Snatching his hands back from Maria, Shadow finally got a good look at the room they were in as he chose to ignore anything further that came spiralling from Maria’s mouth.

The window the two of them had stopped in front of was large and had a built-in banquette attached to it, pale cushions lining the seat. It almost seemed perfect, that one feature alone as it called out to him. Stepping forward, Shadow tested the fluffiness of the pillow, digging one hand into it as he felt it sink lower. It also had a direct view of the house Shadow had spotted a blur of green and blue.

Shadow had high doubts about stepping outside of the house often, knowing that he was one of a kind and that most humans didn’t act too kindly when encountering him for the first time. His getaways would most likely take place during the dead of night when there was no risk of creating problems that would only need cleaning up and put strain on the lives of those he cared for.

It's why, if he ever wanted to discover what had been lurking in the attic of that building, his best bet would be from the window banquette he had been marvelling at.

That thing wasn’t the only one that could disappear in a quarter of a second.

The walls were an off-white just like the rest of the house, waiting for some life and colour to be engraved into them. Shadow didn’t have much personality to spring onto the house, let alone this small room, not being able to take anything from the lab other than the shoes on his feet and the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, though he didn’t have much to begin with anyway. He was sure Maria had enough shine to make up for him.

The room wasn’t overly large, but the window seat made up for that, or at least it did in Shadow’s eyes. Maria seemed to have no care for the room, still building off of Shadow’s last words as she mumbled, “If that helps you sleep at night, by all means, keep believing that.”

Grimacing slightly at her words, Shadow shook his head in barely concealed annoyance before declaring, “I want this room.”

“What?” Maria breathlessly laughed as Shadow’s eyes finally settled back on her from where he had migrated to the centre of the room, startled by the random showing of self-assurance. When Maria caught sight of his determined-set face, she questioned lightly, “We haven’t even looked at the other rooms yet. Are you sure you want this one?”

“Yes,” Shadow nodded, his movements sharp as he laid down his claim.

“Okay,” Maria shrugged in turn, taking another glance around the room as if she was missing something before making her way over to the door. Pulling out a packet of stickers from her jeans’ back pocket as she went, Maria flipped through the booklet before she found one she liked and plastered it on the door. With a satisfied smile, she hummed, “Let’s go find my room then.”

Shadow knew without searching that Maria was going to claim the room next to his, even if it was smaller or duller than the one he had secured for himself. Ever since Maria had declared Shadow as her little brother—even if at the time of doing so Shadow was technically older before being put in stasis for a number of years, tube-fed supplements in order to grow, albeit at a slower rate—she has always had the need to stay close. One way of doing so was making sure their rooms were next to each other.

It’s why Shadow felt no real rush to follow after Maria, taking in the room one last time before he was following in her footsteps and making his way over to the door, wondering what she had stuck to it.

As soon as his eyes landed on the green sticker, a groan was trickling from his throat. With crossed arms and a glare taking over his features, Shadow teleported so he appeared right in front of Maria, a mischievous grin edging at her face as Shadow complained, “Did you seriously just put a sticker of a gremlin on my door to signal it was mine?”

“Maybe…” She couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from her chest as she scooted around Shadow, on her way to place a sticker of her own on the door. With a slap, Maria left her claim sparkling on the door before disappearing downstairs with a call over her shoulder,” I’ll be right back, I’m just going to go and figure out what boxes are ours and start bringing them up here so we can decorate.”

Shadow didn’t bother to respond, only huffing when he saw that Maria had stuck a unicorn on her own door and a wizard hanging upside down on Gerald’s, something she must’ve done while Shadow was distracted with his own characterisation.

Returning to his room, Shadow picked up and folded the blanket, laying it out on the corner of his window seat as he settled next to it, waiting for Maria to return as he took to some people watching.

From here, Shadow could see the back of the moving van, its doors wide open as a ramp hung off of it, allowing for easier movement of the larger items they were able to bring with them. When Maria had first broken him out of stasis, his first thoughts had been concerned with what was happening; his second, trying to come up with why it was happening.

Never before had Maria or Gerald mentioned leaving G.U.N, making it such a surprise when it finally happened. In hindsight, they must’ve been planning it for a while though, if they were able to save so many items and even purchase new ones that would soon be littered around their home.

Shadow guessed it would be done within the hour, with everything safely accounted for in their house. Of course, he would have to move around all the heavy furniture and help unpack once the unknown humans were gone, but he guessed it was a good substitute for where he could be currently trapped.

“Okay, I was able to find a box of my decorations and I found the fairy lights we used to have in our room,” Maria startled Shadow out of his thoughts as she came barreling into the room, not one to give warning as she dumped the box into the centre of the wooden floor with some flimsy wires hanging from her hands. “Help me set them up?”

“Sure,” He murmured as he stood from his seat, brushing away the last of his thoughts as he focused on the task at hand.

Ready to leave the room, Shadow was stopped by Maria’s stillness, his face shifting to one of confusion as he stood in the doorway and waited for Maria to chase after him. To his surprise though, Maria shook her head, a grin that seemed to be permanently etched onto her features as she said, “Not in my room, silly. I want you to have the fairy lights.”

“Why?” Shadow couldn’t help but ask, voice thick with hesitation to accept the gift.

“Because I know you like them?” Maria spoke with a tone that was asking if the concept was so far-fetched. When Shadow only looked at her with a pained expression, wondering how exactly Maria got to that conclusion, she decided to elaborate, “Every time we would make a pillow fort, you’d insist on stringing these up, so I thought why not bring them to you?”

“You don’t have to do that,” Shadow decided on saying after a few long moments, still standing rooted in the doorway with an unreadable expression written across his face. “They’re your decorations, Maria. I can go without.”

“I can always buy more,” She insisted, jingling them a bit in front of her face as if to lure Shadow over. Shadow only ended up staring at the movement, making Maria bring the fairy lights to him as she wrapped them around her shoulders. With an easygoing shrug, she continued, as if Shadow needed more convincing, “Besides, I’ll probably be spending a lot of time in here with you anyway, so what’s the harm?”

“Okay,” Shadow finally agreed, though he still seemed reluctant, taking the end of the fair lights from where they were dangling from Maria’s frame. Staring at the wires without knowing what to do, Maria seemed to catch on to his confusion as she untangled herself from the rest of the lights and thrust them into Shadow’s hands, quickly making her way back to the box she had dumped and grabbing something out of it.

“This will have to do until we get some proper hooks to hang them up,” Maria murmured as she came back with a fresh packet of Blu-Tack in her hands, peeling the cardboard packaging open and breaking off a small clump of it for Shadow’s use. “Maybe you should just hover up there with your fancy shoes. I don’t think holding you on my shoulders is as good as a plan as I originally thought.”

“None of your plans are ever actually good,” Shadow quipped before he was taking off from the ground, the rockets in his shoes activating as he manoeuvred up the walls and towards the roof, ignoring Maria’s quick ‘hey’ at his words. For once, it was Shadow’s turn to huff out a breath of laughter at Maria’s expense as he worked his way around the room, applying small wads of Blu-Tack where the wall met the ceiling before pushing the fairy lights into the substance.

Just as Shadow’s feet touched down on the wooden floor again, watching as Maria plugged the lights in and the room was engulfed by their soft twinkles, the world surrounding him went quiet as his ears picked up on something Maria couldn’t hear, something just out of reach for the average human ear.

Five different sets of footsteps were making their way towards the house. Two of them were distinctly human, while the other three Shadow couldn’t quite place a name to. Perhaps they were some pets the humans decided to bring with them, though it sounded more like shoes cutting through the lawn than paws.

“Hey, Shadow?” Maria questioned just as the footsteps came to a stop, noticing Shadow’s glassed-over eyes as he focused on nothing. Slowly circling the hedgehog until she was stood in front of him, Maria carefully asked, “Is everything alright?”

“Someone’s here,” Shadow’s voice came out choked and hushed, ears swerving on the top of his head as he attempted to angle them so he could better pick up what was going on outside of the house. No matter how much he tilted them though, he couldn’t catch what was going on anymore.

Maria opened her mouth to respond, but the words never quite made it as an unmistakable knock came from their front door.

Shadow’s breathing was the first thing to stop, his body freezing up second as if he were a deer caught in headlights. His eyes were wide and frantic as he stared in the direction the knock came from, not daring to even make a sound as he waited for the inevitable to happen.

Gerald seemed to be the first one to react as his own footsteps picked up, heading to the front door where he paused, Shadow guessing he took a moment to look out the window or through the peephole—did the house even have a peephole? Shadow hadn’t been able to get a good look at the door between trying to sleep in the car and getting kidnapped by Maria—before the lock clicked out of place and the door was swung open.

Muffled voices carried out after that, a man and a woman’s rising along Gerald’s own surprised tone. Despite everything that Shadow had been told and the countless tests that had been run to prove it, he couldn’t pick up on what they were saying, making the panic that had already seeped into his brain consume the rest of his body as he stumbled back, looking for the nearest corner to tuck himself into as his body suddenly felt too heavy for him to hold up.

“It’s okay,” Maria quickly whispered as she followed after him, hands reaching out but never quite making contact as she ducked down to reach Shadow’s height. “I’m going to go check out who’s there, okay? I’ll come get you once I know it’s safe.”

No matter how hard he tried, words couldn’t form in his throat; the only noise leaving him consisting of laboured breathing as he stared at Maria with wide eyes, willing his body to scream any form of response as she got ready to leave him.

He didn’t know what dangers she was about to walk into, hell, how could he protect her if he was stuck up here, unable to move in the case of an attack. He just knew he couldn’t go back, his body clinging on to that thought and going into fight or flight mode; he just wished it hadn’t picked the latter.

Backing away from him slowly, Maria made her way out of the room, leaving Shadow by himself as she ventured downstairs and flooded his senses with every step that she took. Drowning in every creak of an old floorboard or the way her hair fell over her shoulder and slapped against her back, Shadow couldn’t focus on anything else as she slipped further and further away from him, going just beyond his reach.

Greeted by an intruding and blaring white noise as Maria came to a stop, her reaction was all Shadow could focus on. The way she gasped as her eyes landed on something Shadow couldn’t see, the way her heartbeat picked up as her blood began pumping, the way her footsteps came stampeding towards him in a flurry of what must’ve been fear.

Choosing now of all moments to act, Shadow rushed to meet Maria halfway, ready to blip the two of them as far away from Green Hills as he could manage before going back for Gerald only to be overwhelmed by Maria’s excitement as she came barreling into him, arms wrapping around Shadow’s waist once again as she swept him off his feet and began haphazardly making her way back to their visitors.

“Maria?” Shadow exclaimed in alarm as he struggled within Maria’s hold, almost slipping backwards and cracking his head on the stairs due to her jitteriness, only catching him at the last minute as he now hung upside down in her hold. “What are you doing?”

“You have to see this,” Maria squealed, voice hitting an octave Shadow didn’t know she was capable of reaching as she turned round a corner and came to a stop right in front of the open door where their five unexpected guests and Gerald waited.

Just like Shadow had thought, there were two humans who seemed to tower over him and Maria. The woman, clad in a knitted sweater with what must’ve been a welcoming gift basket in her hands, wore a bright smile on her face, the sudden appearance of Shadow dangling from Maria’s arms seeming to have no effect on her as if she was used to alien species showing up as her neighbour.

The man next to her, although composed, seemed to hide his shock more poorly. With an expression of confusion mixed with excitement and worry, his brows had skyrocketed into his hairline as his eyes flickered from Shadow to Maria and how she was holding him. It was only when his eyes trailed down to what was standing directly in front of him, did Shadow follow his gaze and realise why the two humans might not be as shocked as the average person might have been.

In a clash of vigour, red and green met for the second time that day, similarly to how Shadow’s breath caught and refused to supply him with air. Emerald eyes sparkled at Shadow as they swallowed him in, scanning over every surface as they studied him. The striking blue that followed was almost too much for Shadow, his own red irises taking in the expanse of azure and peach fur.

He was trapped, gaze turning into tunnel vision as he completely ignored the tones of red and yellow that stood on either side of the creature in front of him.

It took him longer than it should’ve to realise that what stood in front of him was a hedgehog just like him, quills downturned but spiking to life. If anyone asked, Shadow would blame his lack of observation skills on the blood rushing to his head. Same with the way he was almost gaping at the hedgehog in front of him.

“This is Shadow,” Maria helpfully supplied, jostling Shadow slightly in her hold.

He was sure that her words were meant to spur him on, get him to introduce himself to the other three creatures that were just like him. Instead, he remained with his mouth half open, hanging upside down from Maria’s grasp, letting his silence loom over the conversation.

���It’s nice to meet you, Shadow.” The woman picked up where Maria left off, seamlessly sliding herself into the conversation. She shuffled the basket in her hands, moving it so it rested on her hip with one hand securing it while the other gestured to herself and the other human standing next to her. “I’m Maddie, and this is Tom. We live in the house right over there.”

“And these are our boys,” Tom carried on, a hand settling on the red one’s head as he gave it a little rub. “This is Knuckles, the one in front of Maddie is Tails, and that’s-“

“Sonic Wachowski,” The hedgehog announced for himself, making Shadow’s mouth snap shut with a clank of his teeth. Sonic’s ears twitched forward at the noise, though he made no other attempt to acknowledge the noise. With an air of confidence, Sonic listed all the names he had accumulated, “Otherwise known as the Blue Blur, Blue Devil, Blue Justice- there’s a lot of blue going on here.”

“I think they get it,” Tom rolled his eyes, giving Sonic a small flick to the side of his quills to get him to stay silent long enough for someone else to talk. When he spoke again, gone was the annoyed father exterior and instead, an understanding guardian as he directed his words to Gerald. “We thought we’d come and introduce ourselves since we have these anthropomorphic menaces running around and causing trouble in town, but I think you already know what that’s like.”

“Tell me about it,” Gerald murmured, making Shadow choose to believe he was referring to the both of them and not just him, especially when Maria was the true menace.

“How long have you guys been on Earth?” Maria squealed out, almost dropping Shadow for the umpteenth time that day. In a rapid spitfire of questions, Maria couldn’t seem to control herself as she shot out, “Oh, oh, better yet, when did you get to earth? Did you crash here in a meteor like Shadow? Do any of you have cool powers?”

A clash of noise seemed to rain out of the small group at once, some answering Maria’s questions while others asked some of their own. The only words that Shadow could focus on though, were the ones that came from Sonic, still unable to take his eyes off of him when he asked, a mix of bewilderment, worry, and astonishment twisting together, “You crashed into Earth?”

He knew it was his turn to answer. Even though it had been his turn to speak for a while, missing cues aimed directly at him, now more than ever was his turn to speak. Opening his mouth cautiously just as he had done before, with an answer on the tip of his tongue, the words died out before they could even reach the surface, leaving him stranded with no way of expressing himself.

Like any rational being would do when patient eyes were watching him, waiting for him to summon the courage to speak, he ran. Blipping out of existence—and Maria’s arms—as he disappeared from the conversation completely, ignoring the startled gasps and exclaims of confusion as he returned to his room in the flash of an eye.

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Thanks for the tag @gefionne!!! Hope everybody enjoyed the first 11 chapters of Roots cause after Gef drops chapter 13 of These Hands, If Not Gods I will cease to exist!!!!!

Anyway, here's some of Roots Ch 12:

It was long after daybreak when they finally managed to get out of bed. Solas suggested a morning of sightseeing which made Ellana pout at him like he was being ridiculous. They were supposed to be laying low, she explained as if he'd somehow forgotten. It took some persuasion in various forms, but eventually he managed to convince her that there was no reason for Calpernia to look for them in places most frequented by tourists. The Tevinter agent would expect them to be in the city for their research ("We are here for our research," Ellana argued breathily while he placed a kiss beneath her ear), and she would know that the most logical places to find them would be archives and libraries. Once Ellana had come around to his idea, she insisted she needed to briefly leave the hotel to purchase 'supplies' - a dubious statement on which she refused to elaborate. She wrapped her hair in a scarf to conceal it and put her enormous sunglasses on her forehead. As she slipped out the door she gave him a pointed look, then slid her gaze toward the closet, then back to him again. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone," she warned him before closing the door behind her.

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