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immiebee · 3 years ago

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Who wants some Transformers Prime fluff with a dash of feels?

“What even is this relic?”

Bulkhead carefully placed the triangular and beautifully engraved pyramid on Ratchet’s workbench. The servo sized rusty, gold pyramid puzzled the Autobots as they carefully approached it. Bumblebee even going out of his way to poke it with a broom as Ratchet and Optimus inspected it.

“It looks familiar. I can’t recall what it does but I remember seeing it as an archivist in Iacon.” Optimus mused, “It looks of Vosian build. The intricate detailed markings were popular with their crafters.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Alliance gave an amused drawl at the jumpy reaction from the Autobots. Arcee firmly holding her ground as he walked forward, “Like we can trust you, Con. You may turn it on and snuff out our sparks. Or eject some chemical into the air that nullifies our sensors. Or…”

“Or we can let him take a look.” Ratchet snapped, waving his servo for the gold and black dappled seeker to approach.

Alliance smugly stuck his glossa out at the femme as he skipped over to the relic. His wings shooting up and fanning out in glee. An excited chirp burst from his vocals as he stared, “By the Allspark…I thought I’d NEVER see this again! This was my favorite piece I lent out on loan to the Iacon Halls!”

“You know this relic? What does it do?”

“Ha! It’s the best relic ever!” Alliance waved over Bumblebee, “Bee, I want you to close your optics and I want you to think back before the war. What was your favorite spot on Cybertron? Your favorite memory? What about home….fills you with joy?”

Alliance stared thoughtfully down at Bumblebee as he processed the words of the seeker. A soft set of beeps and chirrs followed before Alliance put up his hands, “Ah ah! Don’t tell us. Feel. Remember. And place your hand on the smooth side of the relic.”

Bumblebee paused for a moment, then slowly reached his servo out. As his servo gently pushed into the smooth metal a sudden light filled the base, followed by a rush of engines roaring.

“You fragger! We shouldn’t have trusted y- ahhh!!!!”

Alliance gave a bright laugh as Arcee jumped up into his arms as a pair of hot rods drove by before disappearing into the walls of the base. As suddenly as they appeared and disappeared more followed, the holograms racing about the area while the Autobots looked on stunned as the base slowly shifted into a race track filled with young mech racing around. Optimus giving his own chuckle as Bumblebee chirped with excitement as the holograms raced passed in alt mode and on foot. The larger mech turned to look at the seeker, “It is a memory hologram. It shows what the fondest memories one has. I remember it now, many mechs and femmes enjoyed this piece.”

“Of course! It was better in a larger area so many Cybertronians could enjoy beloved memories or places they had never seen in person but dreamed they could. That’s why I donated, better to be enjoyed by many than sitting in some stuffy room while a bunch of blathering nobles could leave it collecting dust.” Alliance gave a soft smile as he sat Arcee back on her pedes, “Want to move it to the bigger training room?”

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Alliance gave a throaty laugh as he laid back onto the floor staring up at the bright sun shining down on the Acid Wastes. Beautiful scenery with no fear of acidic rust or the horrid smell of burning geysers, it was a shame the real place wasn’t more popular. The Autobots each bickering over where to visit next, the kids staring up and around the hologram room in awe and wonder as they were taken on a tour of their protectors home world.

“What about you Alliance? You haven’t picked a location yet.” Bulkhead nodded at the relic sitting on the metal table.

“Nah, you Autobots wouldn’t enjoy my favorite spot.”

“Well now I’m even more intrigued, wings.” Wheeljack sat up from his spot grinning at the seeker. The Wrecker and seeker having hit it off after the first week of Alliance being allowed in the base.

“Please, Alliance!” “Come on! I bet it somewhere up high! Like a tower or something!”

The kids enthusiasm growing as Miko bounced around his pedes. Giving a soft chuff he brought himself to his feet and walked over to the relic. Turning to looking back at the group, even Optimus and Ultra Magnus slowly began to turn their heads to take in what new place awaited. Closing his optics, Alliance stood before the relic, quietly venting before he reached out and touched the metal. A soft shift filled the room as Kaon came into view.

“Kaon.” Optimus rumbled, his optics carefully watching the seeker as Kaon slowly shifted around them as if searching for something.

A sudden building formed before them, something that wasn’t intimidating or even threatening. It was a simple clean building scattered among others more run down and bland looking buildings and shops. The doors opened and suddenly the room shifted once more pulling them inside. Once inside the Autobots heard the sound of pedes and squeals.

The group turned just in time to see a group of sparklings rush by. The leader was a big Constructicon build as smaller racers raced after him on foot. Each one holding a toy blaster or a shield, their tiny voices laughing and calling out. One small racer femme came following dragging a stuffed mech twice her size.

Alliance bent down as the little hologram femme drug the toy by the leg while her legs kicked up smoke as her tires tried to play catch up. His helm tilted to the side and his helm fins flicking with adoration as he watched on with pride. Turning to look up at the group he dipped his head, bashful at the sudden looks he was receiving, “This is my favorite spot. Kaon was harsh and cruel on its citizens. This was the one spot that always had hope and joy in it. These kids were some of the toughest little slaggers I knew. Picket, was found outside of the Pits chewing on weak Scraplets. And Nanobite, she managed to out smart several Kaon police before they wrangled her a few days later after her sire died.”

Alliance gave a bright smile as a hologram jumped through his chest plates to reveal a bulky tank youngling with thin sheets of metal cut to resemble wings tied to his back. The younglings arms wide as he swerved around the room while others joined in.

“Dreadnaught wanted to grow up and be a seeker. He was eventually adopted by a Seeker trine, they loved their “grounded” seeker.” Alliance scanned the room, “Wind Rise and her sister were some of the best volunteers we could have asked for. Their whole team was great with the young ones. The older ones always had a tough time…never really trusting anyone.”

The seekers wings lowered as he walked over to a young mech, clearly a young adult starting out on his own. Alliance softly sigh as he reached out towards the mech before he walked away and vanished. Optimus placed a comforting servo on his shoulder, “I’m sure they appreciated what you did. They just never could tell you.”

Alliance gave a soft hum in response. Smokescreen coming up beside to look where the young mech had vanished, “Who was he?”

“Smokescreen…” Smokescreen flinched as Arcee hissed from the group.

“It’s ok. That was Buck Shot. He was one of first young mechs I brought in off the streets to safety. Never really trusted anyone. Always dreamed of being the greatest warrior of Kaon and was going to be the lead guard for the Senate.” Alliance gave a deep frown, “Until…until war started. Then he became infatuated with killing.”

Walking away Alliance sat down heavily on the ground tucking his legs up to his face, “I kept telling him he didn’t need the highest kill count to be a great warrior. Some of the hardest battles are won in times of silence…but he was stubborn. Always out to prove something to all of us.” A small hand brought Alliance back as he looked down at Rafael. “He perished in the Senate High Guard. As Soundwave dragged me out of there I saw his broken husk of a corpse. I wanted him to go with the rest of the Neutrals, start a new life somewhere and ride out the chaos…but…who knows. After I healed from my wounds and T-Cog removal surgery, Soundwave always stuck close to me for a while. He had lost several of his Mini-Cons as well…so we both suffered in silence together. Megatron never really spoke to either of us about them, but some nights he would come and stand silently beside us for a few moments. He never spoke with words, but he didn’t really need to.”

It was Optimus’ turn to sit down next to the seeker. The room silent except for the hologram sparklings happy squeals and laughter. Turning his head towards Optimus, Alliance gave a sad smile, “I always told Megatron he didn’t need the Matrix to be a great leader. He was already a great leader without it. Orion Pax needed the Matrix to have the courage to be a mech that people would listen to.” A torn wing playfully nudged the Prime’s shoulder, “You were always too quiet when Megatron was around. Too soft spoken and kept your thoughts locked away in that head of yours.”

Optimus gave his own smile, playfully nudging the seeker back, “A wise mech once said the hardest battles were won in silence.”

Dipping his head Alliance sat back on his arms, a soft smile breaking out across his face as he took in the holograms. Tilting his head back he called out, “Feel free to change to a different location when you want. I know this wasn’t the most thrilling location to pick.”

“It may not be,” Ratchet walked over, letting out a low groan as he sat down on the other side of Alliance. A small smile appearing as the youngling named Dreadnaught ran by, “But after millennial of infighting, this is a perfect place to enjoy for a while.”

A chorus of soft agreements followed.

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bluescarfvivi · 4 years ago

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A Taste of Christmas!

Merry Christmas @talifu!

I’m you’re Secret MSA Santa for @msaholidayspirits! You wanted some fluffy, slice-of-life, wholesome goodness with the team? I got you covered! This is the first year I decided going with a fic! Change it up a bit and try something new! I hope you enjoy it, and have a fantastic holiday season!!

Briiiing! Briiing!

Briiing! Briiing!

“Nggggh...just five more minutes...I gotta...take the potions...to the village elder…for exchange….exotic breads…”

“Vivi!”

Something warm and wet wiped across her cheeks instantly waking the bluenette up from her mumblings. “What!? What...I’m here. ‘M...here, I’m awake...” Somewhat. Her eyes held a stark heaviness, slowly blinking and shutting closed on occasion. “Wh...what’s so...you’re so loud...why..”

“You slept through your alarm Vivi! Three times!”

No answer.

“...you do understand what day it is, right?”

“Mmmis jus’...another...day off for me…” Vivi tossed onto her other side snaking an arm around a very blue, very worn stuffed turtle plush. “M’fine…”

Mystery sighed. Goodness this girl didn’t even realize why he provoked her. He jumped up on the bed, landing on top of the slow-breathing mound. Two paws massaged the sleeping creature beneath the sheets. “Vivi, it is Christmas. I believe you had plans with the others today involving-”

“HOLY SHIT, WAIT YOU’RE RIGHT!” Why didn’t it click?! It’s one of her favorite holidays! The sudden outburst sent the poor dog tumbling off the bed, but thankfully Mystery timed it so he landed on his feet. Vivi threw the covers off (poor Mystery couldn’t react in time when the sheets descended upon him) and ran to her closet. Most of her clothes lay haphazardly or shoved towards the sides in massive, dirty clumps. She saved a specific outfit just for today. After counting through several hangers, Vivi violently heaved the festive garment off its hanger. It looked as if Jolly Old Saint Nicholas literally used all his magic to make the most appropriately, most disgustingly festive, handknit outfit. Handknit too, and paired with bright dark green stockings.

“What time is it? What time is it!?” There wasn’t any time to check the clock, nor anytime to waste dawdling in the bathroom. A quick splash of soapy water on her face, a healthy dab of deodorant under her arms, and she called it clean. Now to slip on the dang outfit. She flipped the Christmas dress over her head struggling to shove the material past her chest. One little wiggle after another and the rest fell into place. Two arms through each sleeve, a simple fix near the hem, a onceover in the full body mirror and she looked set to jingle some bells!

“We still have plenty of time before your arrangement at the Kingsmens.” Mystery trotted in with a sheet in tow, and a Santa hat clutched in his mouth. “I doubt Arthur or Lance won’t you give you much trouble if you arrive just a few minutes late.”

“I still have to put everyone’s gifts in my bag.” Vivi scurried out of the bathroom back to her bedroom. Over on her desk were neatly wrapped gifts, decorated in various colors and tied together with small bows. Each color seemed to represent a certain person, some were rather small while a few took an extra coating of wrapping paper. She did her best! That’s what she figured. “Come on Mystery. Help me find my purse. I thought I had it on my chair!”

Mystery sighed. “Alright, just don’t get yourself too much in a tizzy.” It had to be somewhere in her room. He remembered seeing it draped on the back of her desk chair, but now it was covered in one of her bed blankets. He grabbed it with his mouth and pulled it off, with no sign of the item in question. Maybe it got lost in the sea of covers? He nosed into the pile, sticking his head further in until it swallowed him whole. A small lump moved around beneath the pile, and after a few moments his head poked out with a small, deep sea blue purse in his teeth. “Purse found!”

“Good good good!” Vivi swiped it out, tucking it over her right arm, while her left arm held a brightly colored, green and white paper bag full of her presents. She looked like a modern day Santa Claus in her outfit minus the blue boots. “No more wasting time. We gotta get over there or else lunch will get cold!” Her room may be in a tattered mess, but that would be a problem for future Vivi.

Her feet flew down the stairs taking two at a time, then jumped off right near the landing. A solid stance: give it an 8/10 since she did misstep. Her winter coat lay on the coat rack near the door, along with Mystery’s own doggie jacket and leash. She fixed up Mystery first, then pulled the jacket over her Christmas outfit. Everyone would get quite a festive surprise when she showed this off.

Double check everything. Purse. Gift. Outfit. Purse. Mystery. She couldn’t have forgotten Mystery of all people. Er well...scratch that one. “Let’s get going! I bet you Lance whipped up something yummy and delicious for us!”

“Hopefully I won’t have the intoxicating scent of haggis clogging my nostrils.” Mystery mused.

It wasn’t the best of days in Tempo. Cloudy and rather chilly. Even if the weather appeared gloomy, it couldn’t halt the joyous cheers and jolly greetings from the residents. Maybe the weather was holding out for something…

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The local mechanic shop came into view. The bright, giant crowned wrench lit up just as usual decorated with garland. A little santa hat topped it all off. The windows were adorned with various strings of flashing colored lights, coupled with dripping icicle lights on the awning. Very festive and inviting.

“Wow, the icicle drips are new! I couldn’t even grab one of those for the book shop!” Vivi commented while watching the light show. “Duet had to order a set online but they didn’t come until a few days later. Chloe and I managed to hang them up before the store opened.”

“I’m sure all the little ones enjoyed the festive decorations you two put together.” Mystery nodded with a smile.

Vivi chuckled. “Alright! It’s time to get our Christmas on!” The duo stepped underneath the awning, and Vivi reached out rapping her hand against the wooden door. No answer, not even muffled voices beyond the doorway. They said they could come by anytime around noon. The bluenette double checked pulling out her cell phone. 12:20PM. Late but not ‘fashionably late’ in her eyes. Another knock still didn’t get them anywhere.

...until she heard a distance crashing sound.

“What the…” Vivi moved toward the closest window plastering her face against the glass. She peered inside seeing nothing out of the ordinary. The usual storefront was all she took in, albeit it’d been darkened due to the shop closure for the day. She scanned around the rows of hardware, the front desk, and locked on the low light coming from a doorway. That’s the store entrance to their home, but no signs of anyone. “I can’t see anyone near the back but...you heard that too, right?”

Mystery trotted over standing up on his back two legs so he could take a look inside. “I did...however with this low visibility and the nature of the crash I can’t judge whether it’s something we should be concerned about..”

“There is a side entrance. Let’s try knocking over there.”

This wasn’t the usual entrance for customers. It’s like a side-alley back door, where the employees could hang out during their break or needed to take out the trash. Piles of scrap metal and rusty materials lay against the brick walls, creaking here and there in the light breeze. Vivi stepped up the two stone stairs and knocked on his steel frame. “Arthur! Lance! It’s me and Mystery!” There wasn’t a response at first so she tried banging a little harder. “Guys? Is anyone-”

“VIVI!”

The door swung open catching Vivi and Mystery by complete surprise. She fumbled down the stairs catching herself on top of the squashed dog. Right in the entrance stood a familiar blonde mechanic. The smile on his square face could brighten any cloudy day. The greens and reds adorned on his sweater complimented the bright red nose taped over his own nose.

“Heeeeeey Vivi! Uh...sorry for scaring you there!” He offered her a helping hand. “I was about to catch you at the front, but then Lance told me he heard the knocks coming from the side.”

“That’s okay Artie.” Vivi sighed adjusting the bottom hem of her Christmas dress. “I wasn’t sure whether I should have gone the usual way or try my chances around here.”

“It’s noooo problem!” Arthur seemed very enthusiastic, and oddly cheery. Maybe it was the Christmas spirit...or he could be hiding whatever that faint trail of smoke billowing in the corner. Something seemed suspicious about that.

“Well...in any case, we’re sorry for coming here late. I overslept...a bit, but we’re here for a good lunch!”

“Yeeeeeah, so...about that.” Arthur chuckled nervously.

“Artie!” The familiar, Scottish drawl of the mechanic shop owner brightened the bluenette’s smile. A shorter man sauntered from behind the taller blonde rubbing a handkerchief over his thick beard. Lance wore a matching sweater, just like Arthur, with a Santa reindeer-horned hat on top. “Why are you letting this lass stand out in the freezing cold!? Bring her in! Come on, Vivi! We’re just about ready to eat!”

“Thank you Uncle Lance!” Vivi politely bowed, then skipped up the stairs past Arthur’s fumbling expression.

“Uuuuh Lance, are you sure you...really want to…”

“Ahhh don’tcha worry there, Artie. The fish may not have come out as perfect as planned, but that’s why we have a backup!” Lance laughed heartily.

“So that was the loud bang I heard, and why you looked in such a titz when you opened the back door.” Vivi commented adding a playful jab at his arm. It wasn’t a big deal or horrible outcome if something didn’t turn out right. Just take Vivi’s own cooking as an example! No one could ever trust what she brought to the table, and Vivi knew it very well.

“Heh heh...sorry about that.” Arthur shyly smiled and scratched one one his stripped sidebangs. “We really did want to make something special for the holiday, and just for you as well, but…”

Vivi stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, accompanied with a small squeeze. “You don’t need to apologize for the flop. These things happen, and as long as I’m spending Christmas with my favorite people in the world I’m happy.” She smiled sweetly.

Arthur returned the smile with a goofy, toothy grin of his own. “Right...thanks Vi.” With that all cleared up, the blonde seemed to spring back to life. He hopped in front of the doorway leading inside the mechanic’s living quarters. His posture mimicked that of a fancy, snobby butler: puffed out chest, arms tight against his sides, his nose stuck in the air, and his hair slicked back. It sure got the giggles out of Vivi. “Now, madame and monsieur, I do hope you have prepared yourself for quite the luncheon.” His rigid left arm extended towards the door, carefully opening it until it stopped creaking. “Do have yourself a wonderful time~”

Vivi couldn’t stop giggling but played along with this silly act. She politely bowed to the ‘butler’ and curtsied her dress. “Oh thank you my good sir. How polite and...mannerly you are to such an exquisite lady such as myself.” Even Mystery played along bowing his head. The three joined in a fit of laughter before joining Lance’s round table.

It was a fantastic lunch: a healthy spread of sandwiches, various flavors of chips, and drinks galore. Galaham and Mystery were treated with scrumptious delights. Vivi may have slipped a few pieces of salami, ham, and of course...roasted chicken into his bowl. Arthur’s little ham-ham was treated to yogurt bites. The tiny hamster munched them all down, and then some. At one point he crawled up Arthur’s pant leg begging and scritching his sweater for more sweet treats. He couldn’t resist those beady, black eyes!

Jokes were thrown plenty around the table. Arthur stabbed two pickles on two separate forks and used those as tiny feet, while his giant head became the make-believe character’s body. Vivi snorted up a storm which resulted in spewing out fizzy soda through her nostrils. Absolutely gross, but hilarious nonetheless. After the clean up, Arthur brought out one of his prototype catapults. He played ‘fling the meat at the Mystery’ while Vivi offered to help Lance clean in the kitchen. All in all a successful afternoon at the Kingsmens!

A few hours passed, and once everything was set back to normal Vivi and Arthur grabbed their stuff. It wasn’t too late in the afternoon, but their next destination was a bit of a longer distance. Arthur offered to take the van instead of walking there, and when Vivi stepped outside after soaking in the cozy warmth she immediately agreed.

“I may be back late Lance, so don’t worry about leaving the back door unlocked.” Arthur patted the smaller man on the shoulder. “I got my keys so everything is fine.”

“Aye, alrighty then.” Lance nodded, and slapped Arthur on the back. Not too hard but enough force for Arthur to cough once. “Just don’t forget to get yer bum back here in the morning. We got the New Year’s stock coming in and you know how it be like around here right after Christmas.”

“Oh I know...I know very well.” Arthur shuddered. “Don’t worry, and I won’t go too crazy either.” He stepped outside the back door heading for the bright yellow van. Best to start up the old girl and get her warmed up.

Vivi took one of Lance’s hands firmly shaking it, then politely bowed once again. “It was a pleasure getting to spend the afternoon with you. I enjoyed the food and the good company. So did Mystery.” The dog chimed in with a playful bark. “Thank you so much for inviting me over.”

“Aaaaah you know we love having you around here.” Lance smiled warmly. “It warms my beating heart seeing you and Arthur so happy.” He jabbed her on the arm. “Now go and git! The Peppers are waiting for you!”

Vivi excitedly nodded. “Merry Christmas Lance!” She waved as the two ran out towards the van. The passenger door swung open, letting Vivi easily slide into the seat and Mystery hop into her lap. “Alright Artie! TO PARADISIO!”

“High ho Silver! Away we go!”

The van took off across the damp ground, smoothly transitioning to the pavement. It seemed like the clouds drew thicker, and darker too. Did the weather call for snow today?

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“Feliz Navidad!”

The joyous, festive greeting welcomed Arthur, Vivi, and Mystery upon their arrival at the local restaurant. The Peppers shut down for the day in observance, but for those lucky few who personally knew the family it meant the whole place for themselves. Garland adorned across the booth seats, white lights draped down from the ceiling, and on each table were candles of various reds and greens.

Even the Peppers went all out for the occasion, including their outfits. Mr. and Mrs. Pepper dressed in identical red and white attire complete with matching hats. Were they trying to play off Santa Claus and Mrs.? They looked adorable, but the ones who really stole the show were the little sisters. Green and white striped socks, dark green jackets with a buckle laced over the front, red mittens, and pointed green hats with glued on pointed elf ears!

“I see you two have quite the helpers on your hands.” Vivi giggled and leaned down admiring the girls’ outfits. Paprika gently pushed herself past Cayenne, who kept picking at a small hole in her left mitten.

“Mama picksed it out four usssh.” Every time her tongue clicked against her front teeth or she made certain hard sounds, a hissing whistle accompanied. It looked like little Paprika just recently lost a tooth! “I helped pick out thhhhhe mittens…”

“You did a great job helping out your mama.” Vivi smiled warmly. She patted Paprika on the head, careful not to let the hat fall off. Afterwards she stood back up looking around the empty restaurant. The majority of the Peppers were here to greet them, all except for one. “I thought we’d get to see all the family at the front door but….where’s-”

“MAMA!” A familiar, baritone voice echoed from the other end of the restaurant. The sounds of running sneakers squeaked on the linoleum flooring, and from the “OUT” door bursted a recognizable, purple-haired boy. “Mama, I just took the pork out of the oven, but I think it may have overcooked!”

Mrs. Pepper didn’t say a word, but the gleaned seen in her right eye said all. No one could get in her way. Her husband immediately stepped to the side allowing the woman her pathway towards the back kitchen. He followed her just a few feet behind. Lewis held the door open until they disappeared into the unknown. She knew what had to be done. No one else could bother her now. Which meant it was Lewis’ turn for his holiday greeting.

“Vivi! Arthur!” The larger, broad shouldered member spared no time taking each of his friends in a tight hug. He always gave the best, most squishy hugs! Vivi giggled while attempting her own hug back, but Arthur succumbed to the vice grip letting him shake the mechanic around like a rag doll. They shared their laughs then Lewis broke off, making Arthur gasp for more air. “It’s great having you guys over here again. Sorry I couldn’t swing by your place, Artie.”

“No..” He spat that out with a cough. “It’s...it’s all good, big guy. We had a...great lunch and I know...you always *COUGH* help out your folks here...”

“Veevee….veevee...veevee….” Belle snuck underneath Lewis’ legs and grabbed hold of a hand. “Come over and see what Santa left us!!”

“Yeah yeah!!” Joining behind Vivi was the troublemaker of the girls, Cayenne. “Santa left a HUUUUGE haul of gifts this year! He must have known I’ve been extra good.” The smaller girl gently pushed Vivi, and with Belle tugging the bluenette towards the tree what could she do. No way out of this now.

“Well I think the girls are going to kidnap me for a while. If you need me, I’ll be over in toyland.”

“No worries Viv!” Lewis chuckled waving her off. It’s heartwarming, as their older brother, how much the little ones enjoyed Vivi’s company. She held this welcoming air, always inviting others into her conversations or going out of her way to make a total stranger smile. Bless her little beating heart.

“...Hey big guy!” Arthur snapped his fingers in front of his face. “Helloooo, earth to Lewis? You still with me buddy or are you wandering off into space again?”

“Oh!” It took him a few blinks before his mind wandered back to Earth. “My bad, I was just...surprised the girls could take Vivi before even I had a chance to say Merry Christmas.”

“Well, you know it’s one of their favorite times of the year, including Vivi herself. Have you seen the outfit she planned? It’s like Christmas threw up all over her!” Not much of a complaint, but more of a blunt truth. Arthur loved her enthusiasm when it came to the holidays.

Lewis chuckled heartily. “That’s Vivi for you though. When it involves something she loves, or spreading some happiness in this quiet town she goes all out.” He placed a hand on Arthur’s shoulder nudging his other arm playfully. “Come on, take your coat off and get warm. Papa made a special hot cocoa blend for today!”

“Two editions, to be precise!” Mr. Pepper piped up from the kitchen window. “We concocted two special recipes combining the sweetness and rich flavor of chocolate and added a little fiery kick to the batch.” As if he were waiting for this moment, Mr. Pepper brought out two crock pots setting them right below the window. “The one on the left is a chili spiced hot chocolate and the right one is a cinnamon spiced chocolate mix. Add some of our homemade, fluffy marshmallows to the mix and it’s pure delight!” Mrs. Pepper took that cue to slip a small bowl of square-shaped marshmallows on the window counter. Perfect timing!

“Hmmmm…” Arthur took a moment thinking it over and stroking his maroon goatee. Every time he tried something new here it either ended in his tongue bursting into flames or having a mellow, sweet filled experience. 50/50 shot. He’d bite the bullet. “I think I’ll take a stab at the cinnamon spiced one.” Again, right on cue, a Christmas cup skidded across the window counter. Mrs. Pepper nodded from behind, holding a large ladle on her shoulder then disappearing once again. No other comment from Arthur when he accepted the cup, then scooped about a half-cup worth. He picked a few marshmallows, letting them splash and soak up the hot, sweet liquid. A few ‘huffs’ across the surface and Arthur carefully sipped.

“They’ve been working on these recipes this past month.” Lewis poked in taking some of the chili based hot cocoa. “My sisters and I were the taste testers. I couldn’t tell you how many batches they worked through until they came up with a finalized product. It’s not the ABSOLUTE final yet, but they need others’ opinions. Our taste buds have gotten used to the flavors by now.”

“Oh..*cough* of course…” Arthur smiled with a nervous chuckle. It’d been one sip but he could feel the kick right in his throat. Delicious yes, but a wake-up call as well. “It’s….*cough*, it’s really good...I’m not dying from it I swear, it’s...really really good with the spice…”

Time must have passed quickly since their arrival. Mrs. Pepper returned to the front, with Mr. Pepper in tow, leading everyone to the back area of the restaurant. Right through the kitchen and pass the freezers, the Peppers prepared a section of their living quarters for dinner. Various side dishes spread across the table, trays of sliced meats (that pork did come out well) and of course, sweets of all kinds decked out on a table against the wall. That’s what Vivi looked forward to the most.

The company was lively and boisterous. The Pepper sisters could never sit still in their seats, so they slipped underneath the table at times playing ‘tag’ with Mystery. He kept an eye on them just in case they wound up in any trouble, or plotted causing any too. Such mischievous little girls. Vivi scarfed down everything on her plate, then seconds, and thirds, with a little bit of fourths. Didn’t she already have a big lunch today? How could she be so hungry?

It’s a mystery Lewis and Arthur never understood, nor did they bother figuring out.

Arthur talked up a storm about the shop and his new blueprints for the coming year. A working, mechanical arm was his biggest project to date, but it didn’t sound like it’d be easy. Lewis didn’t talk much but laughed and smiled along with the conversations. He enjoyed the warm atmosphere, being around the people he called his family, and having his close friends to spend it with too.

“Mama! Mama!” After the sweets were eaten and cleared (thanks to Vivi as well), the three little sisters ran into the backroom. Mystery came in tow with a snow covered snout. Paprika ran up to her mother climbing up and sitting in her lap. “Mama mama, itshh shhnowing outshide!”

Everyone scrambled outside. Arthur and Vivi threw their jackets on, Lewis put on a simple coat, and the sisters waltzed outside in their Christmas attire. Sure enough, flaky specks of snow dotted the now blackened night sky. The lights from downtown illuminated off the low hanging clouds making the entire town glow. Combine that with the spots of colored Christmas lights and it made everything look vibrant and colorful.

“It’s so pretty….” Vivi stared into the sky, eyes lighting up with their own natural glow. “Snow on Christmas Day...who would’ve thought-”

“INCOMING!!” The sentimental moment came to a screeching halt when a rogue snowball landed right in Vivi’s face. She heard Arthur snickering across the street, and three little squeaks too. So that’s how it would be, wouldn’t it?

Vivi shook her head, much like a dog, getting rid of the cold, wet snow. “I see you have declared war upon us!” She tucked an arm around Lewis and scooped Mystery into her other arm. “Well, if that’s how it shall be then we will not back down from this battle! Lewis, start piling up snow! Mystery, stand guard and use your small body as a distraction.”

“R-Roger, Captain Vivi!” He broke away and scrambled to start squishing snow into smaller balls. Mystery wiggled free and playfully barked at the girls. Vivi, however, took a chance and scooped up snow in her arms. If they were about to head into battle they would need a solid foundation to keep themselves safe.

“You’re going down Arthur!”

Back and forth with the playful, sassy talk. Mr. and Mrs. Pepper watched from the safety of the opened back door. It looked like the snow would continue through the night. The wind and chill could freeze anyone to the bone, unless you were as fired up as these kids.

Another successful Christmas spent together. What more could anyone here ask for, other than a warm fireplace once the snowballs ceased.

#Have a happy holiday!!#hope you enjoy the festive fun times!#msaholidayspirits2020 #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls

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theimaginesyouneveraskedfor · 6 years ago

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Foreigner’s God {Two}

Chapter Two: Restraint

Chapter One

I’ve finally gotten back to this series so here’s part two. So yeah, with how it’s going, Loki is gonna be more of a butt in this series so don’t expect to like him. Comments and feedback are always appreciated, in fact, I am so thirsty for comments so please like, reblog, leave some wordage. Love.

Lightning spattered the afternoon sky; the clouds ominous grey despite the early hour. The rainstorm had carried on since dawn. Ilona didn’t mourn the bad weather for she rarely had the chance to go outside as it was. What she rued was how crowded the palace seemed when the nobles were imprisoned by the endless downpour. And all had the same want in these hours of gloom; tea.

Ilona was waiting for the brass kettle to tremble when Della noisily entered the kitchen, snorting at the line of used tea cups across the counter. She neared the open wood stove where the water began to boil and sneered across the kitchen as if the dozens of servants weren’t flurrying in endless labour. She stopped beside the dark-haired enchantress. Ilona’s bun was kept low to hide the tails of ink the stretched beyond the collar of her gown and her long sleeves helped conceal her blasphemous tattoos from the noble Adgardians. Della had made sure of it.

“The queen summons you,” She said. Her voice was both high and croaky at once. Her pinched nose sat between narrow set blue eyes faded by the years. Wrinkles crawled like spider legs along her lips and around her eyes. She snapped her fingers, signalling another servant to deal with the steaming kettle. “Be quick about it.”

“I’m sure Frigga won’t mind if I excuse myself on your behalf,” Ilona replied, “Why a queen hardly outranks a kitchen maid.”

Della scoffed. “Do not tarry as you have,” She warned but Ilona showed little recognition of her order.

She had not delayed her duties, she had merely been trying to ignore the ongoing subterfuge. Small things like the re-emergence of a pile of dust she had just dusted or a window opening anon whenever she closed it. She had determined that apathy was her only defense but that only brought upon censure from the kitchen maid.

“Vraji bitch,” Della remanded loud enough to be heard as Ilona head for the door. She cared little for the insult; she had grown use to them. She had been called worse.

Ilona’s trek to the queen’s chambers was undisturbed. Her path undisturbed. She walked as she always did; head held high though it added little to her stature. Short as she was, she was easy to miss among the naturally tall Adgardians. She preferred to go unnoticed. She paused just beyond the queen’s doors to glance out the window. The storm had calmed, droplets splashing against the glass pane as the sky was paint in streaks of ash. It was rare that the sun didn’t shine on this land.

She carried on, knowing that her visit was best kept prompt. They always were. Frigga attended to her business without fanfare, turning to more interesting ventures instead.

Ilona stood before the large door inlaid with golden scenes of lovers. She knocked, waiting for a response from within. Another servant, this one wearing the white sash which marked her as solely loyal to the queen herself, answered the door. Each royal had their personal attendants marked by coloured sashes according to master. Common servants like Ilona wore only plain beige gowns and brown aprons.

“The queen is in her parlour,” The maid indicated as she led Ilona through the receiving hall. The ceiling above was painted with scenes of each season, the forestry turning from lush greens, to rusty oranges, and finally to barren browns draped in ivory. Animals frolicked while others hid in the shadows. It was of the few pieces in Asgard that she admired.

To the left, the parlour doors stood open. Inside, a marble floor of azure and a plain white ceiling capped in a silver dome. The curtains were a deep cerulean, often matching the sky without. Sofas, chaises, and armchair were arranged for her visitors and a table was lined with upholstered chairs for those nights when meals were more formal. Frigga only had one guest this day and the dark head need not turn to face Ilona to be recognized.

Loki sat lazily across a chaise, leaning against the arm as he read from a book. Frigga was sat in the armchair to the right of the prince, sewing and humming peacefully. Her blue eyes flicked to the door as she sensed the servant’s arrival and she set aside her crafting. Her son did not react to her sudden changed and she waved her newest visitor closer.

“Ilona,” She greeted her by name. The servant kept her face placid. This queen who had ensnared her would treat her as a friend. Without this wretched cuff, Ilona would easily out magick the Asgardian. “Please, sit. Loki, do straighten up and give her some room.” She ordered her son, who obeyed but did not remove his eyes from the pages of his book.

Frigga motioned for the servant to sit beside her son and patted the ottoman on which she had formerly rested her feet. Ilona set her foot atop it without a word, the cuff seeming to glow as it was revealed from beneath her skirts. Despite his apparent disinterest, the servant could sense Loki’s intrigue. He was minding her every move though he refused to acknowledge her.

“Ahhh,” Frigga bent over her leg and examined the cuff. She touched it with her finger and pulled back sharply. If she were mortal, it would have burned her flesh. “I was wise to summon you this day.” She commented as she turned to open the small drawer in the side table on the other side of her chair.

She pulled out a small metal rod and waved it around the anklet, ribbons of glittering smoke circling it. Ilona sensed the movement beside her. From the corner of her eye she could see that Loki had lowered his book and was watching the scene before him. Frigga slowly rescinded the small rod and stood, careful as she neared the mantel on the far wall. There, stood a row of jars, each one filled with swirling clouds. She made to insert the metal into the glass when the smoke suddenly dispersed into the air, disappearing into the void.

“Mmm,” She grumbled with the usual disappointment, “One day I shall find a jar which can contain such fine magick.” She lamented, setting aside the rod. Ilona hid her disdain. There was not but her own body that could harbour her powers for they were not solely hers but came to her from the land, the sea, and the stars. Frigga had her illusions, her poached tricks, but she could not divine the secrets of the Vraji.

“Would you like a biscuit? Perhaps some cake?” She offered as she neared the coffee that served as the centerpiece among the cushioned seats.

“No, thank you,” Ilona stood. Loki’s eyes lingered on her. Her sharp eyes caught the green aura which had spread across the room; searching. He was trying to find her magick but it had already returned to whence it came. Back to the universe. “May I return to my work, your grace?”

“You may,” She nodded, turning back to look at the jars with hands on hips.

This goddess was just like her husband. She took all through conquest and yet acted the benevolent seer. A slice of cake was no fair price for the essence of others. Ilona bowed and turned to the door, doing her best to mimic Loki’s initial ambivalence as she left.

The porcelain cups clinked as Ilona pushed the cart along the stone floor. The teacups were kept in a closet on a higher level of the palace to keep them from wearing in the damp chill of the basements. Freshly cleaned and carefully dried, they were ready to be put away after a long day of brunches, lunches, and suppers.

A single red cup flew from the cart without cause; no jostle or bump could explain the sudden movement. Ilona halted and tried to reach the porcelain before it could fall. Instead, she nearly collided with another, stopping herself before her face met the green brocade stretched across Loki’s chest. She stood back as he raised the red cup in his hand and admired the golden rim.

“This is Thor’s favourite,” He mused, “My mother had it made for him. Only he uses it...but I assume you know that considering your position. You must know every cup in the bunch.” Ilona remained silent, watching the prince as he tried to irk her. He smirked and replaced the cup on the cart. “It must take no less than an hour to put all these away. Such tedious work. Especially for one who has tasted the simpleness of magick.”

“I never wasted my magick on such foolishness,” She replaced her hands on the cart, ready to push past him but he stepped in front of it before she could move.

“That cuff,” He raised a brow, “It can barely contain you. My mother has never known a magick she could not tame.”

“Her magick, your magick, is frivolous,” Ilona asserted, “It is easily acquired by those who seek to deceive. Mine is only understood by those it chooses. This realm may own my body, but it can never possess that which belongs to Vrajira.”

Loki tilted his head. “If you can learn to correct that tongue, my offer stands.”

“I am content in the kitchens,” She said, “Your majesty.”

She lightly inched the cart forward, waiting for him to move. He stepped aside to her surprise but stood close enough that her arm brushed against him when she passed. He stilled her with a hand on her elbow, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “For now.”

He backed away, watching her as she went until she turned the corner. She knew he was still there. She sensed him hidden in the shadows. Even as she reached the cupboard where the cups were stored, she felt him observing her. It had come to be a familiar sensation, though no less unwelcome.

#foreigner's god #part 2 #series #loki #mcu #marvel #he's an asshole #fair warning this is not soft loki

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neo-kajatrash · 6 years ago

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Did young Copperwell ever plan to try and kill his boss? Esp after his boss teased him a lot about his mother being a sex worker and using her services a lot?

Actually yeah, he did try to–but it wasn’t when he was younger. It was only when he was his current age (which is 32) and he ran into him in Bilgewater after years of hoping he died on Kezan. After Nix hired someone to kill Copperwell there–and said assassin failed at the hand of Dredgewick–he decided to slip away by himself to find him and get some revenge.

I was gonna try to explain it further in summary, but I think it’ll be easier to just show a little excerpt from the roleplay–all what I wrote. Also I’ve left it at a cliffhanger, but Dredgewick ended up stepping in. Thanks for asking! (Warning for strong language/some violence)

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It didn’t take long for Copperwell to figure out where Nix would be. He had a large estate on the other side of the island, and Copperwell only hoped he could find him before Dredgewick became suspicious. He made his way quickly, offering dark glances to anyone who noticed his fast pace. He was about to kill someone.

He hadn’t gotten there in time before he noticed Nix’s recognizable profile, shambling away. From where he was, Copperwell could see that he would be walking underneath a winding road in a few minutes, likely towards his home. How perfect, Copperwell thought, licking his teeth. This wouldn’t take long.

He hurried to the other side of the tunnel, nearer to the coast than anything else in the Harbor. The road turned at a wall that separated the city from the ocean, and curled around and upwards along the edge. No one was around, and Copperwell couldn’t imagine a better scenario. He could have stayed far away and sniped him, but he didn’t have the proper gun for such a thing and he wanted to be close–because this was personal.

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then stood with his back on a tall dark rock near the short tunnel. His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, easily recognizing them as his target, still a minute away.

His mind was whirling… he hadn’t personally killed anyone in a while, though he’d done enough of it especially while surviving on the Lost Isles. What was making him nervous was that fact that he knew Nix relatively well, and for a long time. He’d been his first and only boss, for a few years, and the salary he gave had paid for Copperwell, Rusty and Maxine… But he was a wretched goblin, Copperwell reminded himself, who’d constantly bullied him and gotten under his skin… but more than that, he’d actually tried to have Copperwell himself killed–and got very close. It was time to end it.

He unbuttoned his suit coat, then slowly and quietly pulled his small musket out from its holster. He readied the gun and rested his thumb on the flint, then stretched his arm out so it was facing the exit of the tunnel right at Nix’s eye level. Still with his back against the rock, he swiveled his head so he could see the exact moment Nix came from behind the corner–and he would light the fuse and pull the trigger.

But when he heard the footsteps get closer, his hand started to shake. He swallowed, berating himself for feeling nervous. What was holding him back? He hated this goblin… and yet, he already felt somewhat guilty for this. He thought there was a chance he might regret this later… and Marax himself had told him that no good would come from ending the goblin’s life. He tried his best to push Marax’s words out of his mind, as well as the thought of what Dredgewick would think if he knew what he’d done. If Rusty found out, he wouldn’t be surprised–but disappointed. Nymrina… her face his Copperwell’s mind was… disgusted. What would Maxine think?

All of this thinking and second-guessing had distracted him too much. Mix came around the corner before he was ready, and Copperwell simply stood there with the barrel aimed at his face. Nix startled and whirled when he noticed the gun, ears pulling back as he jumped out of the way and shouted for help.

Copperwell could barely register what had happened, intense gaze flicking towards him as he still held his thumb on the flint.

“You bastard!” Nix spat, obviously afraid, but seeing the uncertainty in his young accountant’s eyes. Before Copperwell could make a response, a shadow passed over him and his arm was knocked forcefully against the rock next to it. He shouted in pain and dropped the musket with a clatter, ears lowering in fear when he saw that a hostile hobgoblin, more than twice his height and armed with a club, had appeared from somewhere nearby. Looking in the direction he’d only glanced at, he noticed that the large building with lights strung along the front porch was likely his old boss’s estate, and this hobgoblin was a guard. It had turned out to be a bad spot, after all.

In a short second, Copperwell held his aching arm and tried to dart under the road, but the hobgoblin was right at his heels. Now the two of them were under the shadow of the road–The hobgoblin grunted and grabbed Copperwell by the back of his suit coat collar, then spared no brutality when he threw the small loan shark against the other side of the same dark rock which drew out another shout of pain and shock. The bald goblin sunk loudly to the cobblestones and struggled to stay kneeling, coughing and groaning in pain.

“Really, I thought you could do better than this,” Nix scoffed, now standing right in front of Copperwell with the hobgoblin at his side. He glared down at him with a curled lip, then spat on the ground in front of him.

“Where’s your lackey?” he asked, poison in his words. “Did he leave you like the last one? Are you really that pathetic now?”

Copperwell finally gained the strength to reply, rising to his feet and grimacing at the pain in his whole body. Still holding his hurt arm, he growled,

“Shut the fuck up! Why the hell did you try to have me killed??”

“Ah… so he told you, then…” Nix sniffed, seeming strangely aloof to the situation. “You were really starting to get on my nerves, little cruncher. I wanted to teach you not to mess with me, no matter how many pieces of silver you have.”

“Ha! So you wanted to ‘teach’ someone by killing them, eh? Brilliant,” he seethed. “You’re dead!!” He leapt past the hobgoblin and tried to reach his gun on the ground, but the huge brute was too big and fast for him… his large hand stopped Copperwell by the chest and he threw him backwards, making him tumble onto his back.

“A-aghh… Damn you!!” he spat, grunting and hefting himself to a sitting position. If he couldn’t hurt Nix physically, he could at least try to sting him with words.

“You’re just butthurt that my mother didn’t wanna be with a rat like you, ain’t ya?” he barked. “You are done pestering me, jackass!!”

Nix’s gaze darkened and he snapped at the hobgoblin with his fingers. The guard stepped forward with his club in hand, making Copperwell scramble backwards in a desperate attempt to stand up and run away. But he wasn’t fast enough, and the club came down on the arm that tried to shield himself. He grunted loudly in his throat, trembling at the pain that coursed through him. But he knew that the hobgoblin was holding back. He could easily break his bones like this, and it seemed he was just taking his time.

“What,” Nix countered from behind his guard, giving Copperwell a sly, dark grin. “And your so-called father was any better? I seem to remember that both your whore mum and your ‘pop’ were gone long before you were even, say twenty years old?”

“At least they weren’t you, you old bastard!” Copperwell hissed.

“Haha! For all you know, I could be your real pop!”

“Not a fucking chance–!” Copperwell shouted back, but he was distracted and didn’t notice that the hobgoblin was reaching down to pick him up by the collar. Dangling now four feet in the air, Copperwell gripped the strong hand hefting him.

“I used to like you,” Nix mused, watching him struggle with panic. “But what an annoying disappointment you are. I hope your siblings died before they had to see you like this.”

“What the FUCK did you just say to me, you fucki–gahhAAHH…!!”

The hobgoblin once again threw Copperwell hard down to the cobblestones, making him nearly lose his breath. As he lay on his back, huffing and groaning in pain, he spat in fury,

“I’m g-gonna… fuck-ing.. k-KILL YOU! Ahhh…”

“Ah, so they did die, did they?” Nix asked with some amusement. “Sad. And if you’re gonna kill me, then why the hell didn’t you just do it? Hahaha! Too slow. Murph is gonna have his fun now. Go on, Murph.”

“N-n-no!! W-wait–” Copperwell raised his hands to defend himself, but the hobgoblin once again lifted him up. This time, it was by the neck. the guard squeezed hard, his small, dull eyes focusing on Copperwell’s.

“Boss says ta hurt you,” he muttered emotionlessly, as if he were simply informing him of what was to happen next.

#I do really hope you guys read this #I put some love into it #heh ^^'

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storiesungmoved · 3 years ago

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your portrayal of jon is <3333333333333333

-all the kisses from dany-

hey…how’s my portrayal? ♡ please try to tell me specifically about a muse you've interacted with/seen instead of in general

ahhh thank you so much! i'm super rusty with him so i'm glad you think so!

#jay gets love

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lettersofwrittencollective · 4 years ago

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Every agent in your division knew the Winter Soldier, the unstoppable assassin, the infamous ghost story, the man who had been fighting for over 80 years. He was a legend, and meeting him was something you were all taught to avoid ever since the espionage world had found out about his existence.

Okay but I have a couple questions as to why...do we not trust him? Is the idea that he's going to be able to murder you with one look? What is the reasoning???

.... So theoretically if you were to send an agent to meet him, you would probably make sure that agent carried about a thousand weapons and preferably went there in a bulletproof vehicle.

Instead, you were told to wear a cute dress for the first date.

Lovely.

Look lets not be mad about it, a cute dress and a cute boy... I mean unless dresses aren't really your thing.. which is very likely for Shrike... an d ow i am cackling at how uncomfortable she is bound to be about all of this

OKAY BUT THE LITTLE MOMENT WITH CHLOE IS GIVING ME LIFE AND IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER I WOULD SAY THAT CHLOE SHIPS IT BUT... OBVIOUSLY, THAT'S NOT LIKELY... (UNLESS IAM SUPPOSED TO BE HATING CHLOE???)

“Excuse me, why am I on speaker?” you asked, “Also Keith, what are you doing in the headquarters? I need you and the team ready to interfere anytime.”

AHHH I LOVE THAT KEITH IS HER BACKUP!!I don't know why but I do okay? Something about Keith... I just... I love him...

So long as you don't make him betray Shrike and Bucky... I will adore you for forever! I mean let's be honest, I am gonna adore you either way but I really just need him to be in Shrike's corner (and Bucky's) mostly Bucky's

Bucky..

“Yeah you have a date, remember?”

Somehow I suspect if Shrike wanted to kill him though she still could?

“And if things get exciting, make sure to take the watch off,” Keith let out a laugh, “You don’t want us to interrupt your fun over an accident.”

Keith!!!

I kind of wish that this would happen but I suspect that Dream will NOT let that happen on the first date... which actually makes me cry just a bit?

Your heart was pacing against your chest

Oh shrike darling... you are so screweed here... ilove it!

A smile graced his lips while he led you to the table furthest from the window facing the door and you had to suppress your grin.

Okay but the way that my poor little heart just kind of stuttered?!?!?!

“I would be lying if I said I don’t miss the uniform.”

Sir?!?!? Sir?!?!?! Is this your version of flirting/hitting on shrike? Because if so I am totally here for it!!

“It means I didn’t look you up.” you said, “When I was sixteen, I promised myself I wouldn’t look anyone up before the first date but that rule doesn’t extend to doing general research.”

Although to be fair, I kind of hope that this is at least like a personal rule for our girl like outside of spy shit... though I hi ghly suspect that even if it were she would not be like that anymore..

Shrike seems a bit... jaded.

“Maybe not,” you admitted, “But I’ll do it anyway. Trusting people is kind of my thing, past or not. I’d rather be mistaken than prejudiced.

You cruel... cruel woman..

“I heard about that,” he mused, a playful smile on his lips, “The jello, that is.”

Man also heard about the Daddy comment and I am now curious if that is a kink of his...

You had a full file back at home filled with details of your new identity, designed to look unsuspicious

Yeah but the truth is going to be so much more interesting...

The infamous genius scientist had nothing to say other than he was sorry.

WAIT A MINUTE!! WE CAN'T JUST SKIM BY THIS!! DREAM?!?!?! DREAM?!?!?! Are we going to meet her dad?!?!?!

Bucky Barnes wasn’t completely a stammering love-struck puppy when it came to flirting. While it was true that he could be a little rusty –you didn’t know how he was back in the 40s-, he also knew when to stop talking to see how far you would go in this game.

He was letting you play and think you were in control before making his move.

Patience of a sniper

AHHHHH!!!!! I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED FOR THIS THOUGH?!?!?!

Why were you so giddy all of a sudden?

Because you are a fool in like with. a boy The interesting question is what is this going to mean for you and your mission?

For the first time in your life, that didn’t make you fill with excitement for some reason. You frowned at yourself and plastered a smile on your face.

😳😳😳

Did he... Did he just threaten to murder her'? After telling her that she is like a second daughter to him???

Ummm my dude I don't think you know how to treat your kids?

Burn The Witch 6 - The First Date [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s a surprise chapter to celebrate TFATWS starting, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: First dates can end in strange ways.

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The last time, a whole team of heavily armed soldiers were sent to take him down and he had managed to disarm every single one of them without even needing a weapon. So theoretically if you were to send an agent to meet him, you would probably make sure that agent carried about a thousand weapons and preferably went there in a bulletproof vehicle.

Instead, you were told to wear a cute dress for the first date.

Lovely.

“How come I can’t wear any of my clothes?” you asked, pressing the phone to your ear as you took a look at all the dresses lying on your bed.

“Not that your sniper outfits aren’t hot, but wearing them to your first date with the Winter Soldier might not be the brightest idea.”

Keep reading

#Dream im not even a big Bucky girl #not like a lot of folks here #but here i am #drooling over this man #all because of you #i swear woman #you are trying to murder me

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