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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years ago

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better than the movie ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1757

request?: yes!

@m-is-for-monkeys “hey! could u write a super bdsm smut about colson?? Thanks♡”

description: colson wants to try something in the bedroom, but has to assure his girlfriend it won’t be anything like a popular movie series

pairing: machne gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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(i’m not good with writing bdsm so it’s not gonna be super bdsm-y)

If there was one thing you could say about Colson in the bedroom, it was that he liked to experiment.

At first, you had been intimidated by Colson - sexually that is. He was a big, hot shot rapper and actor. He had groupies throwing themselves at him at every opportunity. You had only ever been with one person intimately. You were sure Colson had done basically everything in the book by the time the two of you had gotten together, which intimidated you a little.

The first time you were intimate together, Colson revealed that he had never done anything more than just some vanilla sex. He had fucked in nearly every position, but nothing more than the usual.

Due to this, you decided to make a list of things you wanted to try. Whenever you were both in the mood, you’d cross something new off the list.

You had gone through the list pretty fast, and now you were at the one Colson was most excited for: BDSM.

You had agreed to put it on the list as a joke, not thinking Colson would really want to do it. As the list neared that particular item, you were sure Colson would also scratch it off and say he wasn’t interested in doing it. So, when Colson started coming home with different sets of bondage toys, you were shocked, and a little nervous.

“Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t actually want to do it?” he asked the night that you had both finally reached BDSM on the list. “I wouldn’t have added it if I knew you didn’t actually like the idea of it.”

He wasn’t mad, more just concerned. You were grateful that he wasn’t going to push you to do it.

“I thought it was a joke,” you said with a shrug. “I didn’t know you were actually into it. I figured...”

You trailed off. Colson’s head tilted, like a confused dog. “You figured...?”

You sighed. “I figured you wouldn’t be into it because you despise the Fifty Shades series so much. I mean, when we watched the first movie together you were so disgusted. You said that they made BDSM look wrong and abusive. I kind of thought...the movies had turned you off of it. I know they did for me.”

Realization crossed Colson’s face then, as if everything suddenly made sense. “You have a point, those movies did disgust me. I’ll never understand why we decided to watch all three.” You giggled at his joke. “But they made me mad because they made something I wanted to do look like it was just a tactic to keep someone in a toxic relationship. I didn’t want to try and bring it up after we watched those movies because I was afraid you would connect BDSM with Fifty Shades, and that was the last thing I wanted.”

You felt guilty then. Even though you hadn’t know that was Colson’s mindset at the time, you had fallen into exactly what he was worried about, which had led to this whole misunderstanding.

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on yours. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I’m all for skipping it and going to the next thing on the list. I’m not going to push you to do something you don’t want to do.”

You thought for a moment. BDSM was not something you had ever been interested in, and of course, you now associated it with the god awful Twilight fanfic movies, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t even the slightest bit interested once. Even while watching the first Fifty Shades movie, you couldn’t help but cross your legs a little tighter the first time Christian had tied up Ana, or when he whipped her (although you had felt guilty for that one by the end of the movie).

And you knew Colson wasn’t Christian Grey. He wouldn’t make you do something you didn’t want to do, and he’d never hurt you. He’d be too upset with himself if he did. You knew he’d be gentle enough with you, and if you wanted him to stop he would stop.

“Okay,” you said, before realizing that you hadn’t exactly answered his question. “I mean...yeah, I’d like to try it.”

“Are you sure? One last chance to back out,” Colson said, although you could see a little glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I’m sure, babe. I trust you.”

He smiled and kissed you deeply. You giggled as he literally swept you off your feet and began carrying you to the bed.

“Decide on a safe word now so I know when you use it,” he told you as he laid you down on the bed. He turned to start collecting the things he had bought specifically for this moment.

You blurted the first thing that came to your mind for a safe word: “Pineapple.”

You felt your face burn with slight embarrassment as Colson turned to look at you, a small smile on his face. “Pineapple works for me.”

He held up a blindfold, silently asking you one more time if you were okay with what was about to happen. You nodded and sat up, pulling your hair back so it wouldn’t get tangled in the blindfold. Your vision went black as Colson wrapped the soft fabric around your eyes. He tied it tight around your head, but not too tight that it would hurt you.

With your vision gone, you suddenly felt more nervous. You felt completely powerless and, although you were now more nervous than before, you were also turned on by this feeling. It felt like Colson had complete control, and that made you tingle in a lower region.

His hands softly guided you back onto the bed before taking one of your hands in his. You felt a soft material wrap around your wrist, followed by the sound of a click; the fuzzy handcuffs Colson had bought. At first, you had laughed when you saw them. They were pink and extremely fuzzy, but Colson soon explained his reasoning behind it - regular metal handcuffs were surely going to hurt you, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He trapped another of your wrists in another set of handcuffs, leaving you completely helpless. You felt his soft lips kiss your neck as his hands began unbuttoning his button up shirt that you were wearing. He kissed over your exposed chest, giving special attention to each of your breasts. You moaned as you felt his tongue lap over your nipple painfully slow.

He continued down your body, leaving soft kisses on your stomach before his fingers looped around your underwear. You bucked your hips up to allow him to slip them down your legs. You whimpered as you felt his lips kiss over your thighs, getting dangerously close to the place you really wanted him.

He placed one kiss on your already dripping core before pulling away, causing you to let out an involuntary whine.

Colson chuckled at your desperation. “Have patience, baby girl.”

You listened to him shuffle for a while. You were longing to feel him touch you again. He had gotten you all worked up, you were dreading if he decided to leave you there all teased with no relief.

You felt a familiar pressure push against your opening. You gasped as Colson pushed himself into you painfully slow, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he filled you up.

His lips were against your neck again as he began to thrust, immediately picking up speed. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close and pressing his body closer against yours. His hips grinded into yours as his hands travelled down your body and cupped your ass.

You realized that having the blindfold on made everything feel so much better. Having your vision stripped away heightened your other senses, especially your sense of pleasure as Colson’s hips met yours. Pulling at the restraints around your wrists, you wanted nothing more than to dig your nails into Colson’s back as you cried out in pleasure.

You were definitely grateful that he had bought the cushioned handcuffs now.

You felt the familiar pressure starting to grow in your stomach as Colson’s thrusts became faster. You could feel him twitching inside of you, signaling that he was getting close to his own climax.

“I-I’m so cl-close,” you managed to stutter out through the cloud of pleasure that was in your head.

“Hold it, baby,” Colson whispered in your ear. “I’m close, too.”

It was hard to hold yourself back when you were so powerless against Colson’s hard thrusts, but you tried your best. When you felt his thrusts becoming more sloppy, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Your back arched involuntarily as you finally let yourself go, Colson hitting his own climax just seconds after.

He had his head buried in your neck, his muffled moans sending vibrations through your whole body. The two of you were breathing heavily against one another. You went to move your hands to hold Colson, forgetting for a moment that they were still bound together.

“Oh yeah,” Colson said, as if just remembering the bindings himself.

He slipped out of you and undid the handcuffs. An ache that you hadn’t felt before pulsated on your wrists, but it didn’t feel like a bad pain. Just a pleasant reminder of what had just happened.

As he began to untie the blindfold, Colson asked, “So, how was that?”

“Really good,” you admitted. “But also a little disappointing.”

Colson’s face was confused as he pulled the blindfold from your eyes. “Disappointing?”

“I liked the bondage, but you didn’t do much of the domination or the whipping and stuff. I feel like I didn’t get the whole experience.”

A mischievous smile came across Colson’s face as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to lay next to him on the bed. “I promise next time I won’t hold anything back.”

You smiled and pointed to the list on the bedside table. Understanding your silent question, Colson rolled over to pick up the list and a pen and passed them to you. You added an arrow between BDSM and what was next on the list and added a new thing to try: “BDSM, but this time no mercy”.

Colson laughed upon reading it and held you tightly.

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half-bakedboy · 3 years ago

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All Too Well

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rated: General Contains spoilers from season 5 episode 2: Desperate Times

Summary: “Is that enough?”

Buck spits the words right back, more venom that Eddie could have tried to muster. He doesn’t mean to. He really doesn’t. If anything, he had tried to keep his emotions at bay the second Ana’s name lingered between them.

But he does.

Because if that’s enough for Eddie, why doesn’t he love Buck?

Or a look inside Buck's head during their panic attack talk.

(read on ao3)

Buck has never been one to hesitate before talking to his best friend, but he sees Eddie with an arm over his face, lying down for the first time since Ana and Christopher left, and his feet feel like they’re stuck to the floor.

He takes a few deep breaths, preparatory, anxiety-reducing, reminders that he’s breathing and that his best friend is hurting. He’s the one to make things better, to get Eddie through everything, so why is he hesitating?

“Hey, are you sleeping or just pretending?”

He knows the answer but is grateful when Eddie actually speaks.

“I was actually trying to until you interrupted.”

Sarcasm, that’s— good. Buck isn’t sure when sass and thinly veiled annoyance became good but he isn’t about to overthink it like he has been for the last hour.

“I’m exhausted,” Buck offers. He thinks that maybe if he shares something small, Eddie might be willing to give in return. “Uh, how are you feeling?”

Buck knows the answer to this question, too, and he finds himself secretly hoping Eddie answers in sarcasm so he can truly convince himself that things are okay, that his hesitation was unwarranted.

“Hot,” Eddie drawls, “I’m sweating out of places I didn’t know I could.”

Well, Buck did ask for sarcasm. He didn’t expect the glint of arousal to strike through him like lightning, though.

Or the quick jolt of panic as he rakes his eyes over Eddie’s body for nothing other than symptoms, an indication of what might be wrong because, for the first time since he’s met Eddie, he doesn’t know.

“Not like a cold sweat though, right? Any chest pains?”

Buck yearns to reach out, to feel Eddie’s pulse in his wrist, press a palm over his forehead to check for a fever. Hell, he would go grab a blood pressure cuff and EKG monitor from the ambulance if Hen and Chim wouldn’t yell at him. Buck considers it more than he should because he needs to know that Eddie’s really okay before he drives himself crazy.

Eddie just stares, unimpressed.

“You don’t give up, do you?”

Nope, Buck thinks, though he wouldn’t risk saying it out loud. After a long exasperated sigh, Eddie relents, “I’m fine, Buck.” Like Buck is actually supposed to believe him or something.

“People who are fine don’t go and see cardiologists,” Buck responds.

He’s clutching the clipboard in his lap a little too tight and he feels it. The way his knuckles burn, the way his fingertips crease the papers he’s been pretending to focus on all day. He hopes Eddie doesn’t notice. He hopes that he does.

Because Eddie is a lot of things, but he isn’t oblivious. That oblivious. Buck sighs.

“You need to tell me if something is wrong,” Buck finally says.

It’s not a request, it’s an order. One that he’s not sure Eddie will follow, but one that he hopes will get the point across.

Because Buck is scared.

He’s been terrified ever since Eddie’s blood splattered all over his face, since he watched the nurses shove a tube down his throat and make no promises. Since Eddie sat beside him, alive and well, and trusted him with the most important thing in his life—in Buck’s life.

That fear has only risen ever since he saw the way Ana smiled up at him during his welcome home and the way Eddie grinned right back, the smile Buck had too long convinced himself was his own. How comfortable she looked mixed in with his family, the family Buck started to consider his.

He’s scared because he’s never felt so much, so strongly for another person since— No, that’s not right. He’s never felt this way about anyone .

Eddie isn’t just another person to destroy him, another partner to tell lies and fall away. He isn’t going to be replaced in Eddie’s life just because he has someone else, someone who might know what’s going on in his head and doesn’t have to demand an answer.

Eddie is different, he always has been. And Buck has to hold onto that.

He does even when Eddie speaks again.

“It was a panic attack, not a heart attack,” Eddie sighs as he sits up. Buck knows he’s irritated but he can’t bring himself to care. He has always mildly irritated Eddie, why should this time be any different?

Actually, he finds himself gripping even tighter at the clipboard—at hope— when Eddie admits to it.

Panic. Of all the things Buck thinks Eddie is going to say, panic isn’t one of them.

“Since when do you panic?”

Then he considers the number of times he’s woken up in sweat-soaked sheets that felt too much like Eddie’s blood and tears in his eyes that he can’t seem to wipe away fast enough as they burn his cheeks. The pain of his sobs that still tear through him when he remembers the lost look on Eddie’s face in the firetruck, asking if Buck was okay like it mattered. The feeling of failure when Christopher’s hand patted softly at his shoulder.

“That’s what I said.”

Something flashes in Eddie’s eyes that looks like surprise, realization, but Buck pushes it aside. He can’t cling to hope too tightly. He knows how that works out for him in the end.

“I don’t panic,” Eddie huffs and then exhales, “except I did.”

“Okay, well, what triggered it?” Buck lists off the reasons for his own panic, expecting a match, but Eddie doesn’t stop him to agree.

He stops him to argue and it isn’t what Buck expects.

“That wasn’t it,” Eddie interrupts exasperatedly. “If I’m being honest with myself, I—”

When has Eddie ever been dishonest with himself?

“I think it was Ana.”

Ana. The name that spirals in Buck’s mind too often when he has to remind himself that Eddie isn’t his. The name that only passes his lips drenched in sarcasm or malice or a thin veil of hope when he doesn’t think too much about what he is saying.

The name that sparks nerves, anxiety, fear, dread, confusion—

Panic.

“Uh,” Buck stutters, hoping his heart beating out of his chest isn’t obvious, “I thought things were great with Ana.”

He watched Eddie kiss her on the cheek during her surprise visit, watched as Christopher hoped out loud for a new mom, a wife for his father. Sure, he didn’t react exactly how Buck had expected, but he didn’t seem to panic.

Or he did and Buck was too focused on his own misery to truly see it.

“She’s been a godsend through all of this, staying with Christopher, but… I think that’s what’s causing the panic.”

He sounds so sure, so confident that there couldn’t be anything else, which is the Eddie that Buck remembers. Buck isn’t sure it’s the Eddie he wants to see at this moment, though. He wants to see Eddie happy, Eddie making plans for his future, Eddie beaming at the thought of being in love with a perfect person, the one that Ana seems to be. He wants Eddie to feel the joy that comes from spending time with him, the way Buck does.

“Somehow we became a ready-made family and I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

He says the other word that haunts Buck’s nightmares.

Buck always thought he knew what family meant, what family was supposed to be, then his parents stopped caring. Then Maddie left and he was all alone. He thought he had found his family at the one-eighteen soon after and he was happy. God, was he happy, for the first time since he could remember.

Then he met Eddie.

Then he met Christopher.

How defines his family is a little cloudy now.

“So what are you gonna do?”

And isn’t that the question of the day, the minute, the seconds that he spends gripping onto the clipboard in front of him to keep his hands from reaching, comforting, desiring.

Eddie shakes his head.

“I’m just gonna stick it out. Ana’s been the first woman I’ve wanted to spend this much time with since Shannon…”

“Stick it out?”

Buck flashes back to his own attempt at sticking it out. Convincing himself that eventually, Eddie will realize what they mean to each other. His plans to stick it out even if it meant he wouldn’t be as happy as he could be, had pretended he deserved to be. He was going to stick it out because he would have Eddie in whatever way he could.

“That’s not how you talk about someone you’re in love with.”

Buck’s not sure if he’s talking to himself or Eddie anymore.

“My kid loves her,” Eddie shoots back, heat in his voice that doesn’t match the worry on his face.

Buck’s not sure if he’s talking to himself or Buck anymore.

“Is that enough?”

But he does.

He wants to grab Eddie’s shoulders, shake them until his brain wobbles into sense, kiss him and mutter the words back to him a million times over.

Because if that’s enough for Eddie, why doesn’t he love Buck?

Is that enough? Is that enough for you to love me back? Is that enough for you to spend the rest of your life with me instead? For me to stop pretending anyone else is going to be a better fit for me than you?

Because I love your kid more than anyone in the world, Eddie, and if that’s enough, then…

Why not me?

Eddie’s silent for a moment too long, a second prolonged into a minute, that might have lasted forever if Buck didn’t break it.

“Eddie, I’ve been Ana. I know what it’s like to be in love with someone who’s not all the way in.”

He thinks of his parents first. Then he thinks of Abby. Even Ali flashes through his tired mind.

But nothing lingers like Eddie. Nothing has ever lingered like Eddie.

“Deep down you know it and it hurts. It hurts worse than the truth.”

Buck’s lived through a lot of truths. His parents creating him for spare parts, Abby leaving him and not looking back, Ali unable to handle the one thing he loves most in the world— loved most in the world, past tense because there are two things, two people , that have that title now.

He’s lived through being in love with his best friend, his best friend’s family, his best friend’s son. He knows what it’s like to hold onto that hope that maybe, just maybe, someone won’t abandon him, someone won’t think he’s not enough. He has held onto the hope that someone loves him—not in the way he wants, but loves him just the same.

Briefly he wonders if knowing Eddie doesn’t love him back would hurt more than not knowing.

Buck shakes his head instead of saying any of his thoughts out loud.

“So if you don’t wanna hurt Ana, you owe it to her to be honest.”

Buck isn’t sure whether he’s talking to himself or to Eddie.

“It just feels like a lot, man.”

And Buck? He knows the feeling all too well.

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eberles · 4 years ago

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After He Cheats

Mat Barzal

Request: ummmm can you write something angst for mat barzal??? love you!!

A/N: hiii, i hope you like this!! there’s no happy ending i’m sorry in advance!

Warnings: cheating relationship, angst, swearing

The pictures were everywhere, on every social media platform you were a part of and you felt like you couldn't escape them. But you also couldn't stop looking at them as much as it hurt, you wanted to memorize every single detail on these pictures to try and understand why. All you friends were texting him and even a few of his friends too, but you ignored all of them and only after what felt like hours of looking at these pictures, he called you.

“Hello?” you answered with a shaky voice and immediately regretted your choice when you heard him on the other end. You could picture his broken, sad face on the other end of the phone and it only made you more angry.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.” Mat whispered into the phone and you shook your head before scoffing and hanging up the phone, letting the tears finally flow down your face. You opened up instagram again looking at the multiple pictures of Mat and a beautiful blonde kissing in the hotel lobby, in the parking lot, on what looks like a dinner date. This wasn’t the first time Mat had cheated on you, but he promised it was a one time thing and that you had nothing to worry about. You felt pathetic for believing him and staying with him especially when your friends and family warned you about him.

please answer me

i love you

it was an accident

she doesn't mean anything to me

The repetitive texts came rolling in and you were stuck in your position sitting on your living room floor, switching your phone screen between your boyfriends texts and the pictures of him. You declined the rest of his phone calls for the remainder of the night knowing that he would be home tomorrow to “explain himself.” You weren’t going to let him manipulate you this time, it was his fault and he did do it on purpose. He did.

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just landed, i’ll be home in 30

i love you

By the time Mat texted you telling you he was on his way home, you had most of your clothes and a few other things you had around the apartment packed. You stopped crying hours ago and your whole body felt numb at this point, you were just exhausted. Exhausted of being lied to, exhausted of letting your boyfriend walk all over you. You heard the front door open and close bracing yourself as you heard Mat’s footsteps running up the stairs.

“Hi.” Mat spoke hesitantly walking into your bedroom and you looked over, forcing yourself to smile at him.

“Hi.” you said before walking into your bathroom with a small bag to put away your toiletries, Mat following closely behind you.

“What are you doing? Don’t do this.” Mat begged, eyes wide watching you move around the bathroom grabbing all your shower stuff.

“You did this, Mat. Why are you surprised? Isn’t this what you wanted?” you asked, turning around to look at him, a spiteful smile on your face. “What did you think would happen?”

“It got out of hand, I swear. You have to believe me. This is not what I wanted.” Mat defended himself and you rolled your eyes, leaning against the sink in the bathroom to look at him.

“It doesn’t even matter anymore, Mat. We’re done. I’m done.”

“What can I do?” Mat grabbed your hands, pulling them to his chest. You didn’t move them away, letting yourself touch him one last time.

“Did you have sex with her?” You already knew the answer, but you wanted him to say it. Mat didn't though, instead he put his head down and kissed the tops of your hands multiple times while repeatedly saying “sorry.” “You know, I could understand meeting up with an old friend and having dinner and I could even understand an accidental kiss, but I cannot understand how you can try to call sleeping with someone else an accident?”

“I’m sorry, I wish I could take it back but I can’t. We can move past this though, together.”

“No, we can’t.” you said, ripping your hands from Mat’s grasp and walking past him.

“You don’t even care, do you?” Mat followed you back into the bedroom and you laughed at his question.

“Of course I do, but i’m done fucking crying over you.” you zipped up your last bag, throwing them both over your shoulder and walking towards the door and turning around to look back at him. “Goodbye, Mat.”

The following weeks were hard for you and a few times you wondered how Mat was doing and if you should check on him. You forced him out of your thoughts and it took everything in you, blocking his phone number helped because his multiple attempts at contacting you were a little too much for you to handle. You didn’t want Mat to be in pain, but after coming across newer pictures of him and his blonde you couldn’t help but wish she would do the same to him just so he would know how it feels.

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A year has passed since your break up with Mat and you couldn’t be more happy. Mat didn’t randomly appear in your thoughts anymore and when you came across a picture of him your heart didn’t ache anymore. You never moved out of the city, but seeing him in the grocery store exactly a year after you left him was not what you expected.

“Y/N, hey.” Mat said, his carriage bumping into yours in the pasta aisle. You looked up at him in complete shock, but with a genuine smile on your face.

“Oh my god! Mat hi, how are you?” the two of you stepped out of the way of other customers in the store and continued your small talk.

“Honestly, i’m really happy. I’m gonna propose soon, I think i’m finally ready for that step ya know?” Mat spoke, and his face showed the biggest, happiest smile you may have ever seen on him.

“That’s great! I’m happy for you.” The two of you said your goodbye’s and you watched as Mat walked away, not being able to help the slight anger bubbling up inside of you. You just hoped he spends his last dime to put a rock on her hand.

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Another year has passed since your break up with Mat and since you had last seen him that day in the grocery store. You could confidently say that seeing Mat a year ago had not affected you one bit, and you hadn’t thought about him since that day. At first you were angry that Mat was able to propose to the blonde after only a year, but it just reminded you of how lucky you were to be rid of him. After leaving the grocery store a year ago, you stopped into your favorite coffee shop and met your now boyfriend, Tyler.

The two of you were currently celebrating your one year anniversary of meeting, even though your actual anniversary was still 2 months away. You were sitting at a corner table in the coffee shop, laughing and enjoying each other’s presence when you saw Mat walk through the front door with Tito. After they ordered their coffee and found a table to sit at, Mat spotted you and waved you over to him.

“This is going to be an every year occurrence isn't it?” you joked, saying hi to Mat and Tito.

“I guess so, how are you?” Mat asked, looking over at your boyfriend at the table behind you.

“I’m great! That’s Tyler, my boyfriend. How are you?” you asked, smiling down at Mat from your standing position.

“I could be better. She um, she cheated on me so.” Mat shrugged, a small frown on his face and you forced your happy attitude down for the sake of his feelings.

“Oh i’m sorry.” you said awkwardly, continuing small talk before saying bye to Mat and making your way back to Tyler, knowing that Mat’s eyes were following your every move and watching as you greeted your boyfriend with a kiss.

“I love you.” you said to Tyler, after sitting down earning a cheeky smile from him, as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“I love you more.”

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pinepickled · 3 years ago

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How about something Gen? Team Minato gets lost in a forest ans have to find each other. Sensei strategizes. Kakashi summons a tracking dog, rin follows the rivers but Obito gets Very Lost and perhaps stumbles upon something he shouldn’t. Maybe a sleepy Old Forest god? Shenanigans are always fun! Hopefully everyone gets home safely 😄 no pairing or just pre-relationship crushes please

Oooh, this is a very fun prompt Ana! I don't write gen often so this will be good practice, and hopefully it's up to your taste! No pairings as requested and Obito-centric.

He got lost in the woods and met a strange man who could do strange things.

Obito was a strong and brave ninja, he knew that for sure. Who else could claim the esteemed Uchiha name and sharingan while also being part of the yondaime's team? No one!

But that didn't change the fact that when a mission went wrong and he was separated from the rest of his team, he got a little scared. Just a little, don't be mistaken, Obito was still calm and in control, it's just that being stuck deep in a forest in the middle of the night would unnerve anybody!

Plus, out of the entire team, Obito had to admit- he was the least prepared to be lost. He'd been following what looked like wolf tracks for the past hour, hoping they belonged to Kakashi's summons and not an actual wolf, but he knew this logic was flawed. It wasn't like he could look at the stars and know exactly where to go like Minato-sensei, or just float down a river and somehow end up at his desired destination like Rin, so following wolf tracks it was.

Obito stopped for a rest and water, his breath coming out in puffs, the cold air bringing a flush to the boy's cheeks. He was tired and slightly injured from the fight that had separated the team, so he couldn't keep going for long. For all Obito knew, he could have been going in the wrong direction deeper into the forest and gotten himself in even more trouble than he was in before. The little Uchiha sighed in frustration.

"Whatever!" He said, turning his nose up. "I'll just keep going! No one and nothing can stop this ninja from completing a mission and going home!" He announced, giving himself an extra boost of energy with his words. He took off running in the direction of the wolf tracks, speeding through the forest as he used tiny amounts of chakra to make himself go faster. The full moon lit his way, and for just a moment, as Obito saw the trees thin, he'd thought he'd really made it!

But life could never be so fortunate.

Instead, he stumbled upon a clearing with a river snaking through it, fed by a small waterfall. Obito sighed and approached it, figuring it was time to try out Rin's method instead of Kakashi's. He was reluctant to step into the water- Minato-sensei had said that some rivers had poison in them that you couldn't swim in, and there were bioluminescent mushrooms going all up and down the banks of the river. Wild mushrooms were signs of poison, right? But Obito had never seen a wild mushroom that glowed in the dark in the forests near Konoha, though. He must have strayed further than he'd initially thought.

Obito sighed as he continued to look around. There were small fish and frogs in the water, seemingly unbothered by the glowing mushrooms. Fireflies floated aimlessly over the water, occasionally landing on beautiful red lilies that grew from the bushes near by. The entire clearing was filled with tiny wild flowers, and Obito absentmindedly thought to pick some for Rin. The boy looked further up the waterfall, and nearly fell over in surprise. Someone had been meditating on a rock in the middle of the pond the entire time, and Obito hadn't even noticed!

The man was tanned with chestnut brown hair, and he was wearing traditional clothing. Despite the cold weather, the man was meditating in a simple tan yukata, the folds of the robe open slightly to expose a muscled abdomen, as though the frigid air didn't affect him at all. The meditation was probably working, then. Figuring that Obito had already wandered too far off to find his way again any time soon, especially when he was cold and hurt, he strolled up the river and sat down to meditate near the man.

It would normally bore the young nin to death, but as his ribs throbbed in pain and his dry lips forced air in and out, he found he could do nothing but focus on the quiet. He closed his eyes and listened to the rattle of his own lungs, quietly wishing Rin would float down the river and patch him up. Obito didn't know how long he'd stayed like that, meditating in silence with the man, but a while later the rustling of cloth snapped him out of his meditation.

The man had gotten up and was wading through the water, the moon shining down on the water from where it sat at it's zenith. Obito stayed put as the man walked off, and startled when a hand patted his shoulder.

"Aren't you coming?" The man asked, golden eyes looking curiously down at the young nin. Obito stared blankly at the man before shrugging and getting up. Maybe the man knew a way out of the forest. Just as they began to walk toward the tree line once more, the man dragged Obito closer to his body.

"Oh my, you're freezing! Come on, come on, let's get inside." The man said. It wasn't so much that Obito was cold as it was that the man was oddly warm, so warm Obito had to double check the air around them to make sure it wasn't summertime. His own body was overcome with a strong, thick chakra, the kind that called back to springtime and the unstoppable force of nature, and in minutes Obito was warmed as well.

Obito reluctantly stuck to the man's side, trying to look tough even as he was warmed by the man's chakra, but his facade dropped when a cottage erupted from the ground right at their feet. The young nin nearly fell backwards, however the man's arm was strong and held him upright. He chuckled, turning Obito's face beet red.

"Sorry for scaring you. Welcome to my humble abode." He said, voice dripping amusement. Obito tried not to pout as the man opened the door for him. It truly was a humble abode, the kitchen and living space all in the same room, cozily pushed together, with a narrow hallway likely leading to a bathroom and bedroom. In the kitchen was a pot of stew on a low fire, it's aroma of meat and onions and all the good stuff filling the air. Obito's stomach rumbled pathetically, and the man cooed.

"Ah, hurt and hungry? I feel like I've found a stray kitten. Come, come." The man mused, gesturing the young nin closer into the kitchen space. He was sat down at the small table and poured a hefty bowl of stew, the man sitting opposite of him with an even bigger bowl. Obito cautiously took a sip. It was delicious, beautifully seasoned and the perfect temperature, and somehow it tasted like home.

"Thank you for the soup and stuff. What's your name?" Obito asked. The man waved off his thanks, golden eyes staring mirthfully at the young Uchiha.

"Hashirama. What's yours?" Hashirama asked. Obito blinked a few times.

"Like the first hokage?" He asked. The man nodded brightly.

"Exactly!"

Obito continued to stare at the man before shrugging. Coincidences happened, and although the first hokage was described to be tan with brown hair, that description matched 90% of the men in Konoha.

"I'm Obito Uchiha!" He said. Hashirama's eyes twinkled.

"An Uchiha, I thought so! What brings you so far from home then, little Uchiha?" He asked. Obito shrugged, not sure how much of the mission he could talk about.

"Was just out with my team and got separated and then lost." He mumbled, swallowing a few more mouthfuls of the soup. Hashirama made a sympathetic expression, nodding.

"Poor thing. Let me get something for that rib of yours, you can stay the night and return in the morning." He said, standing up and disappearing into the hallway. Obito had finished his stew fidgeted for a bit, looking around for any clues as to where he was. All of the decorations in the cottage were reminiscent of fire country, but fire country was humongous so that wasn't really helpful.

There were a few photos on the desk near by, and Obito peered at them curiously. There were photos upon photos of Hashirama holding various plants and animals, as though he'd raised them himself. There were a few photos of a man with white hair and red eyes being embraced by Hashirama, and some more still of a woman with red hair holding a little blond girl. Obito vaguely thought that the red haired woman looked a lot like Minato-sensei's wife, but the thought was short-lived. The genin spotted a photo tucked behind one of the pictures of Hashirama, this time holding a peach. Obito didn't want to take it out for fear of offending his host, so he only craned his neck to look at it.

As soon as he saw who was in the photo, he ran back to his seat and tried to look as polite and not-terrified as possible.

The man in the photo was unmistakable, especially to Obito, and the implications of who that was were too much for him to process. Hashirama came back from the narrow hallway holding medical supplies and some clothes. Obito smiled nervously and lifted his shirt to allow the man to work, hoping that he wouldn't be able to feel the genin's heart pounding through his ribs.

"So uh, have you ever lived in Konoha, Hashirama-san?" He asked, trying to be subtle about it. Hashirama smiled brightly and nodded.

"Oh yes, I was quite involved in the village for many years, and only moved out recently for my retirement." He said. Obito's mind drifted to the white haired man in the photo, and he felt his stomach turn over. If Obito was right, then that had to be...

"Where you friends with the Uchiha?" He asked. It took an effort to keep his voice light and airy, and Obito was sure Minato-sensei would have been proud of him.

"Yes! Myself and the Uchiha were at odds for a while, but now we are the best of friends." Hashirama replied. Obito giggled. With a swipe of chakra, some medicine, and a swift wrapping of the bandage, Obito was free from the man's ministrations. Despite how nervous Obito was at interacting with the Hashirama, he could sense no malicious intent, and Hashirama looked as though he was enjoying their awkward conversation. He was handed fresh clothes, but something in Obito's gut told him not to stay long.

"I'm sorry, Hashirama-san," He started, trying to be as polite as possible, "But I really need to get back home, my sensei is probably worried sick. Could you please just point the way?"

Hashirama blinked blankly at Obito for a few moments before smiling in defeat and nodding.

"Sure, I understand. You've made this old man a little sad, though. It's been so long since I've spoken to a living person." He said, golden eyes looking wistful. As Obito turned those words over in his head and studied Hashirama's face, an old Uchiha story drifted across his mind, but for the life of him he couldn't remember.

Hashirama led him to the door and handed him a packaged bowl of the stew. Whenever Obito looked back at what he'd said that day he could never explain the urge to blurt it out.

"Can't you just talk to Madara?" He asked. Hashirama looked completely taken aback, eyes blown wide in surprise, before he guffawed. That was who had been on the picture behind the peach, the former head of the Uchiha clan, one of the greatest shinobi in the world, who had Hashirama's arm around his shoulders and was smiling brighter than the sun.

"If I could, I would! Now get out of here, go defend that village I love so much." Hashirama said, chortling as his hand pushed Obito through the open door. The genin lost his balance and fell into what seemed to be an endless tunnel of darkness, the only light being the soft golden glow of Hashirama's eyes.

Then he crashed into a head of white hair and got cursed out by Kakashi all the way back home.

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lesbian-deadpool · 5 years ago

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Its Begining To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Natasha Romanoff X reader

Modern AU

Words: 1,980

Warnings: Nothing. Just some family fluff.

Request: Nope.

Summary: To you, there's no better way to spend Christmas, than with your beautiful family.

A/N: Surprize!

(Not My GIF)

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It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go;

Take a look at the five and ten

It's glistening once again

With candy canes and silver lanes aglow

Every corner you turned, all you could see was a gaggle of Christmas festivities.

Decorations strung up around every entrance, be them wreaths, garlands, bright twinkling lights, or something else entirely. Used to entice people inside, get warm, maybe spend a little.

Who could blame them, really?

You could count at least twenty Christmas trees, in this block alone. Either outside or in the store's windows. It really was that time of year, huh?

With flakes of white slowly drifting to the snow-coated ground, you couldn't disagree, that it was nothing short of breathtaking.

More so to you. Thanks to your red-headed wife walking in front of you. Each of her hands clasped around one of your children’s so that they wouldn't wander too far. Listening intently to what the had to say.

The view looked like a Christmas card. One that mad personally for you.

“Hey!” Natasha called over to you. Smiling because she knew all of the thoughts running through your mind. It was almost scary sometimes, how well she could practically read your mind, “Are you almost done dazing out, over there? Your son wants a piggyback ride.”

Smiling yourself, you jogged over to where your family was waiting for you. Scooping your son, from where he stood, holding his mother's hand. Hoisting him up and onto your shoulders.

“How’s that, instead?” you asked the giggling boy. Your hands moving to hold his legs, so he wouldn't fall.

Luka nodded down at you, his small hands threading into you snow-speckled hair, as you began walking again. With Natasha beside you, your daughter on her hip, still babbling away.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be

On your own front door

You finally arrived at your destination. Placing your son onto the ground, you watched as both he and Ana looked in every direction of the mall. Not straying too far from you and Natasha. Smiling, you knew you taught them well.

This was a sort of tradition for your little family. You would schedule a day where you had to run a few light errands, and take the kids out with you. And as a reward of sorts, you would take them to a few shops they wanted to go to. But in actuality, this was your’s and Natasha’s way of seeing what to get them for Christmas, whilst also having a nice family day out. Then buy the gifts a few days later.

It was quite a good tradition if you did say so yourself.

“I want to go tho the Leggos!”

“I want to go to Build-A-Bear!” They excitedly spoke at the same time, turning to face you.

Laughing, you raised your arms to calm them down slightly, with Natasha giggling beside you.

“Okay, okay. We’ll go to any place you want.”

“But how about we start at the closest place?” Natasha suggested, “That way we’re not walking back and forth?”

They nodded excitedly, and then you were off to the first, of many shops.

A pair of hop-a-long boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben;

Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen;

And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again

“When do they go back to school, again?” you asked Natasha, who was busy washing the dishes, them passing them over for you to dry them.

She laughed. “You really can’t be telling me that you can’t wait until they go back to school.”

“No...” you said honestly. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to have a break from ‘em sometimes. But I can’t get enough of them. Of you.” You nudged your shoulder against hers. “Our family. It’s like heaven to me.”

Natasha paused, to stare deeply into your eyes, totally captivated by the honesty and devotion shining in them.

“It’s like heaven to me, too,” she whispered.

That was all you needed before you leaned in to give her a love-filled kiss.

“Eww!” A high pitched whine sounded behind you, pulling you and Natasha apart, “Kissing’s gross.”

You looked over your shoulder to see your son standing in the kitchen doorway. His little face scrunched up in disgust.

“Okay, I take it all back,” you mumbled to your wife. Who scrunched her nose up playfully at you, nudging you back, slightly harder than you did.

Turning to Luka, she playfully backfired a, “You’re gross.”

He laughed and ran from the room, calling out to his sister, “I just saw them kissing!”

“Eww!” Came her far away voice.

You turned back to your chore, Natasha handing you another freshly clean plate for you to dry.

“I hope you know, we just scarred him for life,” you joked.

“Well, parents are supposed to scar their kids. It’s all in the job description.”

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go;

There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well

It's the sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow

“Mom, look!” your son yelled for Natasha. Pointing at the magnificent tree standing in the hotel you were walking past.

“Yeah, honey,” Natasha spoke, bending over to pick up the fast-growing, six-year-old, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Luka nodded his head, still in awe at the bright tree. Smiling lovingly as the child, Natasha rubbed her nose into his cheek. Causing him to tuck his head into his neck, and away from his mothers loving, but tickling, ministrations. Giggling as he did. Natasha soon joining him, with her own laughter.

God.

You couldn’t believe just how lucky you were to have this in your life. Your wife. Your son. Your daughter.

In your eyes.

You were the luckiest person in the world.

“What about you, Ana?” You asked the girl in your arms. Noticing that she hadn’t said anything. But being too distracted by the image of your wife and son in front of you, to notice her also starring in awe at the tall tree. Watching as the bright lights, slowly twinkled away.

Smiling, you already knew the answer to the question you were about to ask, unable to hide the humour in your voice, you asked, “Do you like the tree?”

The four-year-old nodded her head vigorously. Mouth open and still staring at the tree.

The laughter finally erupted from your chest, Natasha glanced back, smiling at you and your pre-occupied daughter, as you kissed Ana’s hair.

They were gonna love the tree lighting ceremony, you were on your way to right now.

Oh, and were you right.

With Anastasia still in your arm, the other wrapped around Natasha’s waist, as she held your son on her hip. You watched the Mayor of New York City light the tree up.

While the kids watched the grand tree, covered in bright multi-coloured lights, and the just as giant snowflakes, projected onto the surround in buildings, in absolute wonderment. You placed your chin on your wife's shoulder, moving to kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Natasha replied, looking at you over her shoulder. Her eyes nothings short of loving, when suddenly her lips were on yours.

The kiss was short and sweet, but no less perfect than the first you ever shared. And all the others after it.

“I love you,” Natasha said.

“I love you, too.”

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;

Soon the bells will start

And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing

Right within your heart

The carpet rubbed against your jeans from your spot on the floor, as you twirled a giggling Anastasia.

You had just finished dinner when Natasha had dragged your son up to dance to the record playing in the background, you following soon after with your daughter.

Both you and Natasha were kneeled on the ground, as to dance with them better. You had chuckled when you first saw that your wife and Luka were around the same height when she kneeled, while you were still a head above Ana. Natasha threw a playful glare over her shoulder when she heard your laughter, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

The warm glow from the fireplace settled in your bones and all around the room, giving it an almost heavenly glow. Making the colourful lights on your poorly, albeit still perfect in yours and Natashas opinion, decorated tree shine brighter.

Getting to your feet, you picked your daughter up and span her in the air, before placing her down gently. Leaning over to whisper in her ear, you asked, “You wanna go dance with your brother?”

Ana smiled and nodded, before taking off towards her big brother, pulling him from your grinning wife. All the while you walked towards them.

Offering Natasha your hand, once you were by her side. She gratefully accepted it, allowing you to pull her to her feet and into your arms.

And so there you stood. Arms wrapped around one another, heads resting against each other, and swaying side to side, as you watched your kids dance around each other.

“Thank you,” Natasha spoke so only you would hear.

“For what?”

“For giving me this life. Our kids. Thank you for loving me- Us, so much.”

“Baby,” you cooed to the red-head in your arms, placing a delicate kiss on her red hair, “I wouldn’t have my life any other way. Thank you, for giving me this.”

Natasha leaned up, capturing your lips in a long heartfelt kiss. Only being pulled from it when the kids bound into the sides of your legs, grinning up at you.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be

On your own front door

Natasha came into the living room, plopping down beside you on the couch after the kids had finally fallen asleep. Placing a peck on your cheek, brandishing a present onto your lap.

”Merry Christmas, baby.”

You looked up at her, confused. “But you already gave me my gift.”

”Yeah well, this is something a lil’ extra.” She smiled.

”What is it?”

”You’ll have to open it to find out.”

Pursing your lips you tried to hide your smile. Tried.

Natasha watched intently as you reached for the thin black box, with gold ribbon added as decoration.

Lifting the lid up, you peered inside pausing at what you saw.

Slowly, you reached for the contents. Unable to tare your eyes from the little window that held two thin pink lines.

”It worked?” you asked, choked up. Holding the pregnancy test up in your hand.

”It worked.” Natasha nodded, tears springing into her eyes.

The box fell to the floor, and the test landed behind you on the couch, once you gently pounced on Natasha. Kissing her in earnest, as she lay below you. Pushing all of the love you had into that one kiss, feeling her do the same.

Natasha broke away from you with a gasp.

”I love you.”

”I love you, too.”

Pushing against your chest, Natasha stood up, dragging you behind her. And towards your bedroom.

”Come on, “ she ordered gently, her voice turning sultry, “You have one more gift to unwrap.”

You groaned.

“Whatever did I do to deserve you?”

Throwing you a smirk over her shoulder, Natasha span around, giving you one last tug, attaching your lips together once more. And closing the bedroom door behind you.

So it's Christmas once more

#original work #original fanfiction #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #marvel #MCU #merry christmas and happy holidays

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maarmendes · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: Unknown Territory [I]

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, mental illness... (the main characters are pretty rough around the edges)

Genre: OC insertion; angst; fluff.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x OC [Anahita Shuzenji]

Word Count: 3071

Tags: @bnhabookclub

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When I was younger, my mom used to tell me stories about heroes. Sure, nowadays there are many heroes with quirks who fight villains to protect the citizens! But the heroes she told me about were the ones in the shadows. The policemen who arrest the villains those heroes won't stop. The firemen who protect and save us from many accidents - they don't just put out fires. And the doctors, like her, who do everything to save lives on a daily basis. I used to love watching her tell me her stories, improvising uniforms with random items around the house. Now I know she was trying to make me understand why she worked as hard as she did. I never blamed her for that, my mom was more of a hero than any of those big-shots will ever be. When push came to shove, my mom gave her life to save others, and that's what makes someone a true hero.

After my mom's death, my grandma took me in. She ended up taking care of me, raising me to the best of her abilities, considering her job. She was what people called a true hero. They call her Recovery Girl. And, even though she was a hero herself, she hoped I'd follow my mother's path and become a doctor. But that's not what I wanted. There are so many said heroes out there who have no idea what it means to put your life on the line when it comes to saving others. That's who I want to be. A true hero who doesn't cower in the face of danger. All those so-called pro-heroes, always fighting for the spotlight... They don't know what's like to give up your life for someone else, as I've once witnessed.

That's what brought me to the U.A. This is where the top heroes trained to become the best of the best. My goal is to become a pro and show those wannabe heroes what it really means to save someone. But for now... I've got more pressing issues to deal with.

"Aizawa, are you sure about this?" I looked up at my teacher as he guided me to my new classroom.

"I've told you already. This is not a promotion, it's punishment. You'll be under my supervision until we make sure you can handle yourself." He stopped and scowled at me. "I obviously didn't request more work for myself. You were transferred so I can stop you if anything like that happens again." He gave me a pointed look.

That's right. The principal decided Aizawa would look after me until I can get myself under control. I did inherit my grandma's quirk as my mom did before me, but that's not the only thing I inherited. Although it's unusual, it's possible to inherit both parents' quirks and you could say I never got to learn much about it from my dad. Actually, before this, no one knew I had it in me. I'd never told anyone. Not even my Grandma. I hoped I could bury it away. I guess, if I had to be positive about this, I'm excited about having Eraser Head as my teacher. He's one of the only heroes I truly respect. He also taught me a lot since when I was younger, he'd often get stuck babysitting me when grandma had to tend to other students. Being trained by him is an honor.

"Even so, having a healer in this class is pretty convenient." Somehow I was glad he thought that way. Aizawa moved to open the door when a loud bang echoed the halls, making me jump back against the window. I could've sworn I heard the teacher curse under his breath.

"Bakugo! What the hell are you doing?" He was already calling out before we got into the room.

Inside, at the back of the room, stood a blond guy with his fist against the wall, where it left a big dent, and a small boy on the floor, glued in fear against the wall. The bully looked over his shoulder, the look in his face making me gulp.

"Alright, back off Bakugo. I warned you about fighting." The sandy-haired guy cliqued is tongue and he backed away from the scared boy. Some classmates moved to help the boy back on his feet. Nobody seemed to notice me behind Mr.Aizawa until he called out.

"Ana, get the idiot fixed up." He nodded towards the bully.

I felt everyone turn to me but still did my best to ignore them, making my way towards the back of the room, where he stood glaring daggers at me.

"What?!" He growled at me.

Putting his ill manners aside, he seemed fine for someone who was just in a fight. Then again, he did punch a hole in a concrete wall. There's no way he didn't hurt himself.

"Show me your hand." Locking my gaze on his, I held my hand out for him and urged him to hurry up. "Pretty please?" He seemed confused, but after sparing a glance at what I assume was a very impatient Aizawa, he obliged.

I knew everyone was staring at us, I would too if I were them. I know how embarrassing my quirk can be to use, but I admit it makes for quite the show sometimes. Some people get way too embarrassed about getting a kiss when they're injured, but there's no escaping it. Taking a deep breath, I held his hand up gently as I placed a soft kiss on it. They were unexpectedly soft and I could feel the smell of caramel for some reason. I had to give it a few seconds before pulling away and looking back up at him.

"Caramel... Huh." I chuckled at the baffled expression on his face. "Feeling better?"

A few snickers from behind me made me realize I said the caramel part out loud.

"What the fuck?!" Harshly pulling his hand away to cover his red face, the boy turns to his giggling friends, yelling something about blowing them out the window.

"It's my quirk." I scoffed. "Unfortunately, I can't fix ill manners."

"What did you say to me, pipsqueak?!" He turned back to me and I glared right back. I wasn't going to give him any answer, he didn't deserve it. Turning towards the other boy - who's now staring at me as if I was the most fascinating thing in the world - and smiled politely at him. "Are you okay?"

"I- I'm fine! Thanks! No healing need!" He let out an awkward laugh, ruffling his already messy hair. "Say... Are you... Are you Recovery Girl's Granddaughter? I- I'm sorry! I just heard about it the other day, and- And-!"

I gave a shy nod in response, already knowing what the class' reaction would be. And so it was. Multiple excited gasps and loads of questions filled the room but were soon silenced by the teacher.

"Alright, enough! Just get to your seats and shut up." Everyone respected Aizawa. "That's right. She's Recovery Girl's granddaughter and she's part of this class from now on so play nice. And no, having a healer in the class doesn't mean you can hurt yourselves. She's in my care from now on and will report to me if any of you does anything stupid."

Nice. Marked as the teacher's pet on day one.

"And speaking of doing something stupid..." For some reason, everyone trembled. "Bakugo, you're coming with me."

"WHAT?! Just me?!" The bully glared at the poor boy once more and I instinctively moved between them.

"Now." The temperature of the room dropped somehow. It made me question exactly how powerful Eraser Head actually is. "I warned I'd expel you if you started another fight so consider yourself lucky if I didn't send you home yet."

The blondie followed us out of the room without another complaint. He spared a few glances my way as Aizawa guided us back to his office and closed the door.

"Alright... Let's get this over with." Aizawa focused mostly on the bully as he explained. "In case you haven't noticed, Ana will be joining our class from now on. Thanks to... certain circumstances..." He spared a look my way making me cower against the chair. "She has to be kept under surveillance. I obviously can't stand there all day making sure anything happens... That's where you come in."

"Babysitting?!" Blondie scoffed crossing his arms. "No, thank you." Aizawa glared back at him.

"It's not a request, Bakugo. You're the only one in class who had past experience with a villain." With a deep breath he softened his tone. "I trust you to keep her safe... Please."

I couldn't stop the guilt squeezing my insides at his tone. He wasn't the most gentle of beings, but he tried his best for me. Somehow I felt like I'd betrayed his trust. And for the first time since it happened, I was sure I did so.

"Hum." The jerk beside me stared at me for a while, as if weighing his choices. "A healer who can't protect themselves in the Hero Department. Are you sure you don't wanna call it quits now, pipsqueak?"

His stupid smirk hit a nerve. Aizawa knew what was coming, yet he didn't stop me. Faster than he could realize, I was on my feet, my hand squeezing his cheeks hard.

"Listen up, dipshit." I leaned closer, my glare piercing his surprised eyes, but Aizawa cut me off before I could continue.

"You're not protecting her." The teacher ran a hand through his face tiredly. "You're making sure she doesn't get herself into something stupid." He gave me a look to back down, which I unwillingly did. "She can handle herself but has a tendency to get into really stupid situations way too easily... Most of them have villains involved." With one last sigh, Aizawa turned back to the bully with a serious look on his face. "All you have to do is keep her in your sight and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. When she's not with you, she'll be with me. That's all I ask."

The, now serious, blondie spared me one last look before nodding at our teacher. "Fine."

I knew I had no say in the matter. After Aizawa found me in some back ally a few nights ago, barely conscious, he had made it clear I lost my right to an opinion. The look on his face when he first saw me on the ground would forever be scared on my mind. The man who watched me grow the past few years has never looked so broken. So, I let them set the rules between themselves. Aizawa would give me a ride to school, where Bakugo would take over in keeping an eye on me for the day. Once classes are over, he has to make sure I have someone with me before leaving. I stopped listening midway, there was nothing I haven't heard before, but I swear I heard Aizawa say something about expelling him or worse if anything happened. Soon the teacher told us to go back before the first class began and so we did. We walked silently until Bakugo broke the silence, properly talking to me for the first time.

"What the hell did you do? It's like you're a criminal or something." He mocked but spared me a look as if making sure it wasn't somehow true.

I debated telling him the truth. He was dragged into my problems, maybe I should share a few details. "I blew up a building." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. For a moment, he stopped and stared at me. Then, he blew up laughing. I chuckled at how stupid his laughter sounded.

"It's kinda true, though," I admitted softly, feeling bad for not being honest with someone who's helping me. "I went out at night... A villain tried to take me and I panicked. That's when I figured out I had more than my dad's looks." I stopped abruptly. "This is a secret. Only a few people know about it. I thought you should know too." The boy nodded. The look in his eyes told me he understood what I was saying, and he was grateful too.

"So," We resumed our walk. "Wanna tell me why you were bullying that kid?" It was his turn to stop.

"I wasn't bullying him! He deserved it! HE LIED TO ME!" He glared at me and I took a step back, hands up.

"Alright, dude. It's none of my business, I get it." Walking past him, I get into the classroom. All I got was a click of the tongue.

I knew I had a storm waiting for me once I got back. That's exactly what greeted me once I got into the room. From questions about my family, my quirk, and myself to questions about my transfer and about Aizawa's behavior towards me. I didn't know what to say to any of them, so I gave the most general answer I could.

"Guys!" I called out to quiet them out. "Thanks for the warm welcome, but... All these questions are a bit overwhelming. Let's get to know each other slowly, please!" I put up my best smile and they all cheered back at me.

Bakugo chooses that moment to walk in. The dirty look he seems to sport naturally back on his face. A red-haired guy walks over to him, concern plastered on his face.

"Bakubro! Did Aizawa...?" He trailed off, but they all knew what he meant. And everyone wanted to know, obviously. Bakugo scoffed at his friend.

"As if!" He glared around the room at everyone. "You dumbasses think they'd throw me out? They wish they could! But I'm the best! Hah!" The boy wallowed in his own victory against the system and I couldn't suppress my laughter any longer. "What you laughing at, pipsqueak?!"

"I-I'm sorry, b-but it sounded like they wish you'd leave but you won't." I mocked him, still laughing at him. Somehow he didn't threaten me, he actually pouted instead. "I'm sorry, ok?! It's just funny to imagine them trying to lock you out but you always find your way into class." That earned me a chuckle from him. Guess that image was just as funny to him. Feeling a few eyes on me, I looked back at the group who was with us. The red-hair was just as amused as we were, probably finding it just as entertaining, but, for some reason, the others just stared in awe.

"Yo, I didn't know Bakugo laughed." Yellow Hair said in the most astonished tone.

"And it wasn't even a creepy laugh!" The pink cutie chimed in, hanging onto my shoulder. The black-haired dude nodded in agreement. "You guys know each other or something? Deku didn't mention it."

Bakugo ignored them all with a scoff and made his way to what I assumed was his seat. I was still confused with the group and decided to get to at least know their names. We all shared a few words before the bell rang and the class began. Thankfully I found a place next to Mina, - The pink cutie - at least I wouldn't be alone.

Before long, all theoretical classes were over and lunchtime arrived. Some of the girls invited me to eat with them at the cafeteria. I guess it was their way of respecting my request of getting to know each other slowly. I was telling Mina some stories about my grandma when I get grabbed by the back of my shirt, my feet barely touching the ground.

"Where do you think you're going, pipsqueak?! Forgot I'm on babysitting duty already?" The grumpy idiot had a firm grasp on my shirt, barely allowing me to move. "We're eating out for lunch. Grab your bag."

"What?! You can't just grab me! This is assault! KIDNAPPING!" My complaints fell on empty ears as he dragged me back to class and dropped me at my seat.

"Shut up and listen up, picayune." He leaned forward, blocking me from getting up. I stood my ground, glaring back at him. "I'm not your babysitter. I'm not gonna run after you like an idiot, YOU'RE sticking to ME, get it?" He straightened back up, still staring at me. "So, you never leave my side. If you wanna go somewhere, you tell me first. If I can't find you within 3 minutes, I'm reporting back to Aizawa." I turn my gaze down, pouting but nodding in agreement. Mentioning Aizawa was a slick move. I could never oppose Aizawa.

He continued with a sigh. "Come on, it could be worse. At least you're stuck with a cool guy like me." He chuckled rubbing his neck. "And... Listen, I didn't mean to be rude or something. Now and... Before as well. In the hall. And you healed me, so... Lunch's on me if you're up for it..." He trailed off quietly and I had no idea how to respond. This rough-looking jackass who probably thinks he's the center of the universe... Apologized.

"Wait... You know what 'picayune' means?!" I burst out laughing, holding my stomach.

"WHAT?! You think I'm dumb or something? HAH?!" He slammed the table in front of me, probably trying to intimidate me, but right now nothing he could do would seem in the least intimidating.

A few threats and giggles later, we settle down. He seemed to still be waiting for some kind of response from me or at least for me to say anything. I couldn't help but smile at how cute he could actually be.

"Fine. I accept that lunch offer." I stood up offering him my hand. "Let's start fresh then. I'm Anahita Shuzenji. You can call me Ana."

For a second he stared between my hand and my face, then scoffed.

"As if, pipsqueak! Call me Bakugo, the great." He smirked at me, ignoring my hand and making his way out the room. "Now, move it! I'm starving."

"What? No hand-holding, Mr.Bakugo the great?" I teased, rushing after him. "Is it the caramel thing? I can handle it! I like sweets."

That won me a glare and a threat, which I soon learned were just empty threats of a dumb idiot.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

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I don't know how I just realized you were having this celebration, friend! but congratulations! being one of your followers has been such an incredible thing, I love seeing the things that you come up with, and adore your characters! could I get a url based drabble?

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@abalonetea! Friend! Thank you so, so much! 💜 Having you as a follower has been equally incredible!

For you, a lovely little drabble.

Things I was thinking of while writing it: MBMBaM, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, going to grad students’ office hours in the basements of the humanities buildings, and Tolkien-style linguistics!

Sitting at his desk in the pipe-ridden basement office, Alistair carefully set his still steaming cup of tea next to a mug full of pens and adjusted his glasses. Before him, covering the entire length of the desk, was a very old map of a very secret place.

The lost land was not so much a missing jewel as a page torn from an old book. One that, once found, will complete the story, not be the story itself. One piece of information does not a mythos make.

Abalone, Land of the Lonely Tribes. Ab-, prefix, meaning “away from,” and root word alone, from the Old English “ana,” “unaccompanied, all by oneself.” Or, more literally, “wholly oneself.” And that’s it, isn’t it? A land untouched by outside influence, hidden beyond the mists all these years. No interaction with anyone else, no outside influence - just a land, living on its own, wholly itself and no other.

It’s discovery had been Alistair’s dream since he first learned to read a map’s key. Once he started reading about it, he was never seen without a book in his hands, even at the dinner table, no matter what his parents threatened him with to put it down. The habit turned into a virtue once he was accepted to university. And now, little 9 year old Alistair, the child who checked out Latin books from the library to teach himself the language, would be absolutely screaming with joy and excitement.

It took ten years of sifting through dusty library stacks, fighting tooth and nail for funding, traveling around the world with nothing but a change of socks and a toothbrush to talk to people whose languages he didn’t know, being sequestered in basement after basement with the excuse of ‘no offices available sorry,’ and defending his ‘unfounded’ research to men who thought they were better than everyone else because of a piece of paper, but today was the day.

He’d come across a stray note in the margins of an old poetry book from an author whose name he would have to write down as soon as he averted this elation-induced panic attack, and traced it’s origin to a woman who had written not one, but two whole books about the true origins of the Atlantis myth. Apparently, over time, the name’s etymology went through some confusing translation phases and ended up in the Old English borrow word soup. In the bibliography of the second book, he found a title that caught his eye.

Unfortunately, it was only available in India. So he spent two days learning specific phrases in Hindi and Urdu before spending half his meager funding on a one way plane ticket to a city he’d never heard of. That source led him to a phone call with the head curator at The British Museum, who was not amused by his request to plunder their archives looking for a big unknown something.

Nothing a few favors for the security guards and interns couldn’t fix, however. Which cost him the rest of that semester’s grant funds. But that didn’t matter. Because inside a sealed wooden crate beneath an enormous coffin full of tattered shoes, he found it.

Oh, gods.

It was exactly as the Atlantis woman had described it. Or, rather, exactly as the people who discovered the map in the 1600s described it. Old and worn yes, and yellow-brown at the edges and around some of the ink blots, but surprisingly well preserved. The ink hadn’t even run or bled at all. It was a true miracle find. If only it were labeled.

All that was left was to actually find the region on said map that held Abalone.Left hand gripping the compass, right hand holding his place in the weathered explorer’s logbook, Alistair knew he was close. Two more coordinates to try, one more triangulation to calculate, and-

There. Right there.

On the eastern edge of the Coaldim Mountain range, just south of the Infinite Lake, in the small patch of flat land he had thought was a grove.

He found it.

Abalone.

He had gotten so close, closer than anyone in history. This was his life’s work, his ultimate achievement, the very thing that would elevate him to the third floor windowed offices.

In his joyous haste to celebrate his monumental academic achievement in his teeny tiny basement office, his arm swung a smidge too wide and nudged the mug full of pens on his desk. Alistair watched, eyes bugging out in panic, as the mug wobbled around and around and around before tipping ever so slightly one way, then bobbing the other, until finally giving in to gravity’s cruel intentions and spilling pens all over the map. His heart was in his throat, beating loud enough to rattle the pipes behind and overhead.

The handle of the mug twisted, caught the edge of the tea saucer, and, like a circus man paid peanuts to launch his friend up up and away via see-saw, threw the full, steaming cup into the air. It turned over once, gravity continuing to play tricks on poor Alistair by keeping the liquid nestled inside the cup’s curve, before landing upside down with a flourish of tea in a calming, chamomile-scented wave settling on the parchment sand.

The map of a landlocked region was now an ocean. The very old, very rare, very fragile map on loan from The British Museum.

With the future of his career so close, yet now so, so far out of reach, Alistair only had one regretful thought fall out of his mind.

“Aw, beans…”

I guess Abalone will have to remain away from everyone and wholly itself for a little longer. 🤷🏻‍♀️

There’s a really dumb subtle pun in here, too.

Spilling tea ➡ spill the tea ➡ reveal information, but I inverted it. Ohoho!

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Fluffy ABC’s Percy & Athena

Pairing: Athena x Perceval Word count: 3,338 Warnings: fluff, pure fluff Summary: Just a fluffy pre-wedding interview with Ana DeLuca. A/N: Based off of @pixelburied fluff ABC’s. Modeling after @blackcatkita’s Ana DeLuca interviews. Fluffing cause I need it but my muse wants all the angst, Hope this doesn’t suck. I have another interview in the works for Rashad & Lennox and fluff ABC’s for Liza & Bastien, Driam, and Liam & Raven coming. Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist. Disclaimer: I only own my OC’s, the rest I’m borrowing from PB.

A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?) “Your Grace, Lady Athena, Thank you for agreeing to take the time to speak to me on the behalf of the readers of trend. I have a few questions I’m sure our readers are dying to know the answers to about Duke Perceval Hunter and his fiancé who happened to be the former suitor of our own beloved King Liam.” Ana DeLuca stayed as she greeted the couple. “Please tell our readers what your first fight was about, do you have any big or recurring arguments?” Athena and Percy glanced at each other, fighting to keep the smiles off their faces. “We don’t really have fights or arguments, not over anything big.” Athena replied. “That’s right.” Percy agreed, taking her hand in his kissing the back before resting their still joined hands on his lap. “Six months of the last year of my mother’s life was filled with arguments, I vowed if I ever found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with that I wouldn’t keep things from them and that I would always be open and honest with them.” “We make sure to always talk things through when we might be upset. Maybe we’re still in the ‘honeymoon period’, but we never had a true disagreement.” Athena added. “I never want to see Athena upset again after having to wipe so many of her tears on the royal engagement tour that I make sure to do anything in my power to put a smile on her face.” Percy supplied in agreement. Athena gently squeezed Percy’s hand. “We make sure to never go to bed angry at one another either.”

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?) “What would you say is the best trait your partner possesses.” Ana queried. Athena laughed softly. “This might be the only thing that we truly disagree on, Percy absolutely loves my strength. I don’t feel as strong as Percy likes to say I am.” “I constantly remind her it took enormous strength to return to court with her head held high in order to clear her name. To watch the man she had thought she would marry parade happy and smiling with another woman on his arm only further proved her strength to me.” Percy countered.

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?) “How do you document your relationship? Who takes the most pictures?” Ana asked. “Percy definitely takes the most pictures. He likes to take candid photographs of me.” Athena answered, trying to keep from smiling. “He spent weeks sneaking candid photos of me.” “I was trying to prove to her she was the strong beautiful woman I kept telling her she was. The carefree smile, the way her eyes shine with love, make the candies some of my favorite shots. I still take candids of her so whenever she is doubting herself I can show her to remind her.” Percy explained.

D – Dates (What are their dates like?) “That is really sweet Duke Perceval.” Ana replied discretely wiping a tear from her eye. “What are dates like for the Duke and future Duchess of Winchester?” “Percy would say the sky's the limit, but I think my favorite dates are ones spent home or that we can take Chance and Cleo on.” Athena answered.

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?) “Please tell our readers what your first month of dating like.” Ana requested. “Well, our first two months of dating was when we were on the royal engagement tour celebrating Liam and Madeline’s engagement. We had met the first night on the train. I was contemplating what I was doing on the tour and Percy was able to make me smile the first time in a month. For the first time since I left New York I was able to have some semblance of freedom again. I didn’t feel weight of the scandal hanging over my head when I was with Percy. Unlike her ‘dates’ with Liam during the social season they were more spontaneous, and we didn’t have to worry about what the press would think when we were out and about—my reputation was already tarnished, and Percy never cared very much for his image. I felt happy and free with Percy and I soon realized she wasn’t cut out to be Queen like she once thought.” Athena explained. She smiled softly as Percy gave their joined hands a subtle squeeze.

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?) “What is your relationship with your partners friends? Do you get along with one another, or are you at odds with each other?” Ana questioned. “My closest friends would be Alex from prep school and the former crown prince Leo, both Alex and Leo love Athena, and are happy for me. They both were sure I would be a permanent bachelor having never found anyone I had a true spark with. When they see me with Athena, the way my eyes light up when she walks into a room they know I finally found the one who I was completely meant for. Alex likes to tease me that all I had to do was go to New York more often and I would have found her that much sooner, but I maintain that I found Athena exactly when I was supposed to.” Percy replied. “My cousin Bailey was a tad hesitant, she was fine until the proposal and then she wondered why we were moving so quickly. But Percy was able to quickly assuage her worries and win her back over.” Athena stated.

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?) “Do you enjoy giving each other unexpected gifts? If so what kind of things do you give each other?” Ana inquired. “For Christmas Percy gave me a Savannah. Cleo is adorable and I love her, but I was worried at first about her and Chance. Things were a little rocky at first, but they’ve calmed down now.” Athena replied.

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs) Ana tapped her Stylus against her tablet as she looked at the next question. “Affection, how often do you hug one another?” “We are both very affectionate. Whether it’s with small touches, or holding hands, little kisses on the cheek, or hugs. It’s more kisses or little touches than hugs.” Athena answered.

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?) “Do the two of you share any inside jokes?” Ana questioned. Athena and Percy looked at each other, “I don’t think we have any inside jokes. Do we?” Athena asked. “None that I can think of.” Percy replied.

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?) “Who gets jealous the most often and how do you show it?” Ana asked. “Neither of us gets jealous—” “Well there was that time when I met Tabitha, our wedding planner that I got nervous. I had no clue who this gorgeous woman in our kitchen was, but I wasn’t jealous. I know I never have to worry about you looking at anyone else and that you will proudly tell them you are off the market if you get hit on.” Athena said cutting Percy off mid sentence. “You are the only one who as my eye and I would tell anyone who asked, and even those who didn’t.” Percy declared, a light blush appearing on Athena’s cheeks.

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?) “That’s so sweet.” Ana replied. “Next question, who is the one to initiate kisses more often?” “I would say we are both about even on that front. Both of us are very loving and affectionate and love to show it, whether it be with a kiss or the holding of a hand or the words themselves.” Percy answered with a squeeze of Athena’s hand.

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?) “Love, please tell us, how did you tell the other and who said it first?” Ana requested “Percy said it first.” Athena said smiling despite the bittersweet memory. “He blurted it out, when he was trying to calm me down, I didn’t know for sure until a few days later. I told him shortly after Liam’s press conference. I was so nervous, I’m sure he thought I was there to break up with him.”

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?) “What kind of movies do you enjoy together? Is Netflix a ritual for you?” Ana inquired. “Athena loves the sappy heart wrenching romantic comedies, light on comedy—” “That’s not all I like.” Athena countered. “No, of course not, you love your Hallmark channel, more sappiness.” Percy teased. “Oh shush! It’s not like you didn’t cry watching The Notebook.” Athena rebutted. “It was emotional. Their love prevailed for years and she overcomes her dementia only for them to die together.”

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other) “Do you have any nicknames for each other?” Ana asked. “From the moment I met Athena I’ve called her Doll, the word was on the tip of my tongue when I saw her drowning her sorrows in her drink. I of course knew who she was, all of Cordonia knew who she was—the woman who jilted their king. I had her pegged from the moment he saw her, she was far too broken to have done what those photographs implied, she looked just like a broken doll swirling her glass of amber liquid. I felt the urge to comfort her. I grabbed a seat next to her, hoping to strike up a conversation with her and take her mind off of her worries. When I introduced myself telling her, I told to her to call me Percy—I had been both surprised and completely content with the decision. No one had called me that in just over twenty seven years since my mother passed, but somehow I longed to hear her call me the nickname that had long since died.” Percy exclaimed. Athena wiped away the tears that had formed during Percy’s confession of why he called her doll.

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.) “Could you tell our readers the moment when you realized that your partner was the one?” Ana questioned. “Well I felt inexplicably drawn to her at the bar, I felt the urge to wipe the tears from her eyes. I hadn’t even met her yet, though I knew her name, but all I wanted was to make her smile and laugh. I knew that I never wanted to see a frown on her face.” Percy answered looking at Athena. “I never felt the intense attraction with anyone else before. I knew she was reeling from Liam choosing Madeline and may not have been ready to take another chance on love.” And she was technically Liam’s mistress. “But I knew even if my heart ended up completely shattered in the end it was a risk I was willing to take to show her what she deserved, that she was worth more than being pushed aside.” And hidden in the shadows. “She made me feel things I never had before and I was more than willing to take a chance on her, on us.” Athena squeezed Percy’s hand as she blinked back the forming tears. “ I felt a flicker of hope with Percy. I had been heartbroken when Liam chose Madeline at the coronation.” And was terrified that all I could ever be to Liam was his mistress. “The more I got to know Percy, the more I thought that Liam not choosing me wasn’t the worst thing ever. I felt freer than she ever had with any other boyfriend when she was out with Percy. He made me so happy that I could barely keep the smile off of my face with him and certainly never thought about the scandal when I was with him. With Percy the sky was the limit and there was nothing hanging over my head keeping us apart.” Athena discreetly swallowed as she tried to explain how she knew she loved Percy without revealing too much. “It wasn’t until I thought I might lose him that I knew how much I truly loved Percy. I had a scare, and I was worried that Percy wouldn’t want children and that it was too soon and he would feel trapped and the thought of losing him made me see how badly I loved him and wanted to be with him.” That wasn’t too much of a lie.

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?) “What is your favorite food to eat together?” Ana asked. “We both have adventurous palates so we are up to trying new foods together. My favorite by far was our tasting menu for our wedding reception. Percy has spoken to the chef and they planned a menu based on all the cities integral in our relationship.” Athena responded.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?) “Was there ever a time when you broke up, or nearly broke up? What happened to make you question your relationship together?” Ana inquired. “Well, like I stated before I was worried Percy would leave me because of the scare.” Athena replied. I thought there would be no way Percy would want me if I was pregnant with Liam’s child. “I felt more heartbroken than when Liam chose Madeline at the thought of losing him. Percy assured me that he would be by her side no matter what.” If that’s what I wanted. “In the end it was negative and I finally knew he was the one. That’s the closest that we got to breaking up.”

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?) “How do you comfort each other on a dark and rainy day? Ana asked. “I love listening to the rain, I find it soothing and calming, but if it’s particularly could, or there is danger of losing power Percy will build a fire and we will cuddle up together and watch movies or read.” Athena answered.

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush) “What is something your partner has done for you that turned you into mush?” Ana requested. “There is no real one thing that Percy has done. It’s the way he listens to me and reads me. He knows me better than I know myself sometimes. On the tour in Paris he rented a motorcycle and took me on a motorcycle tour of the city because he knew I needed a break from court. He took candid pictures of me to show me the way he saw me. When I became overwhelmed with wedding planning he took me back to Rome where our story started. There is no one thing that turns me into mush because every thoughtful thing he ever does turns me to mush.” Athena answered squeezing Percy’s hand.

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?) “When you are apart how do you stay in touch, do you text or talk on the phone more often?” “When we are only apart for a few hours we text each other. When we are apart for a few days, which has only happened once when Percy went to New York to meet a friend to help him with a mission, we will text during the day and FaceTime in the morning and evening.” Athena responded.

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.) “Do either of you have any unusual habits that may have caught the other off guard?” Ana questioned with a raised eyebrow. “The only thing that surprised me about Percy was how low key and down to earth he was. He truly cares for the people of his Duchy, but he does that without being worried about his own image and it works for him.” Athena replied.

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner) “What is something that you are proud of in yourself and your partner?” “I’m proud of Athena’s strength and determination. Not many women are tough enough to face down a scandal in attempt to clear her name. I’m proud that I was able to prove to myself that I didn’t need to do things my father’s way to run a thriving happy duchy.” Percy answered.

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding head canon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?) “We hear there is a wedding coming up, can you tell us about what you have planned so far?” Ana asked. Athena smiled, “we’re getting married at the beach. It’s rather small and simple for a wedding of a Duke, but it’s what we want.” “What prompted you to want to go against the traditional nobility wedding?” Ana questioned. “We aren’t the type of couple who cares too much about our titles. I care for those in my duchy, and take pride in my duties as a Duke, but for me being a Duke is about what I can do for my people and not what my status says about me.” Percy replied “That and you proposed spontaneously at sunset at my secret cove in New York during the last leg of Liam and Madeline’s engagement tour. I knew I wanted to have a nod to our proposal, we couldn’t be marriage at the cove, but we could be married at the beach.” Athena added. “That sounds beautiful.” Ana stated.

X – X (Something they hate about the other) “Is there anything that bothers you about the other?” Ana questioned, poised to jot down the answer. Athena paused clearly thinking out the answer, “no Percy absolutely perfect, although that can be annoying at times.” She answered with a playful smirk. “I love everything about Athena—” “See? That there, he’s too perfect!” Athena exclaimed cutting off Percy.

Y – Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?) “As a Duke and future Duchess, what is your online presence like? Do you post a lot about your relationship?” “We already live in the spotlight, Athena went through the social season and that scandal, I’m a Duke, we have plenty of people already looking at our relationship, we prefer to stay quiet about our relationship online.” Percy replied bringing their joined hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of Athena’s hand. God I love this woman.

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?) “Okay, last question, what are your feelings on pets? Do you have any? Want pets? What kind of animal would be the perfect pet for you?” “When we were in Rome I adopted a Corgi named Chance, who quickly became attached to Percy.” Athena replied. “For Christmas I got her a Savannah kitten named Cleopatra, who we call Cleo.” Percy added. “A Corgi and a Savannah, That must be a little wild.” Ana declared. “Yea, their meeting was a little crazy.” Percy responded with a chuckle. “More than a little crazy, but Chance and Cleo are best friends now.” Athena countered. “I’m just worried how Chance is going to react when Cleo gets bigger than him.” “They’ll be fine Doll.” Percy stated, leaning over to give her a soft kiss. “Thank you, it was great getting to know one of our most down to earth Duke’s and his soon to be Duchess better.” Ana stated gathering her things up to leave.

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footballdaydream · 3 years ago

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I would love to request number 8 with Dom

8. Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face

Cooking and Baking was something you really enjoyed. It helped you relax, and it was something you did whenever you felt bored, just like now.

It was a rather cold and foggy late afternoon; Dom was still at training, but you still wanted to prepare dinner for later. You looked online and in one of your cookbooks what you could prepare for the two of you. When you finally settled for a dish, you walked around the kitchen and got all the ingredients you needed and put them on the countertop.

As soon as you got everything you started chopping a few vegetables, put a pot on the stove and started making dinner.

You were in your element hence you didn’t even notice that Dom came back from training. Only when he walked inside the kitchen and announced himself, you turned around and looked at him with a bright smile.

“Hey, love. I’m making dinner for us. I hope you’re hungry.”, you said as your boyfriend made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaving a light kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m starving.”, he stated, making you laugh lightly as you nodded your head. You quickly turned around and pressed a loving kiss on his lips.

“I would love to kiss you a bit more, but I still need to chop a few ingredients.”, you told him, leaving another kiss on his lips before you walked over to the countertop again, taking the knife in your hand and chopped a few carrots.

Dom leaned his back against one of the other counters, watching you with a loving smile. He noticed the way your hair kept falling into your face and he knew exactly that you didn’t carry a hair tie around.

He walked over to where you were, taking the knife out of your hand while you looked up at him. Confusion was written all over your face before you saw his hand which gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Turn around.”, he stated as you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

Not really thinking about what he could want from you, you turned around until you felt him grabbing your hair.

Dom took his little hair tie, the one he always had around his wrist whenever he came back from training and tied your hair up into a little ponytail.

You turned around again and looked up at your boyfriend. “Thank you.”

Your boyfriend leaned down and pressed his lips softly on yours, kissing you lovingly. “No problem.”, he whispered against your lips as he wrapped his arms around you. You did the same, deepening the kiss until you heard the water boil over.

“Oh no, dinner.”, you said, pushing yourself away from Dom who couldn’t help but laugh, quickly starting to help you with everything.

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chantelle-x0x · 6 years ago

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Christmas Surprises - Sebastian Stan x Reader

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A/N: This is a Christmas fic that I didn’t think I was gonna get out before Christmas so yay! This is also my first Sebastian Stan fic so be nice if you don’t like it. I’d like to dedicate this fic to my lovely friend @the-everlasting-dream who has been the greatest friend over almost an entire year. Merry Christmas lovely and thank you. Enjoy this fluff x

Word count: 990

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader

Rating: General

Warnings: None, just fluff

Summery: Sebastian has a surprise for you when he has to let you know over a phone call that he won’t be able to return home on the 24th.

‘That’s a wrap!’ The director called as the movie that Sebastian had been filming for months had finally ended.

‘It’s finally over!’ His younger co-star, Anastasia shouted. He laughed before hugging her.

‘It wasn’t that bad Ana.’ He said with a smile. She snorted with a smile.

‘Wasn’t that bad? I ended up dying! You at least got to live.’

‘I did, didn’t I?’ She glared at him as he smirked. ‘I also got to kill you so, it really was a big win for me.’ She gasped as if she had gotten hurt and shook her head.

‘Rude.’ Was all she said with a laugh, before she walked past him to the buffet table. ‘The last gourmet sandwich I will have for the year.’ Sebastian laughed. ‘You coming out with all of the cast and crew tonight?’ Anastasia spoke with her mouth full.

‘No actually. I want to surprise Y/N with getting home early. She thinks I’m getting back on the 24th.’ Anastasia smiled at him and nodded.

‘She’s lucky to have you as her boyfriend Seb.’ He couldn’t help the blush that set into his features.

‘Thanks Ana.’ He then checked his phone only to see the time. ‘I should be leaving. I’ll see you soon. Have a great Christmas Anastasia.’

‘Thanks Seb. See ya soon and have a nice Christmas too!’

—

You hadn’t been in the mood to decorate the house since Sebastian wasn’t around. You didn’t find the joy in doing so without him around. The house didn’t have even the Christmas Tree up and Christmas was coming to a near.

You were sitting on the couch reading a book and drinking a cup of hot coffee when you got a phone call from Sebastian. ‘Hey.’ You answered happily.

‘Hey gorgeous.’ Seb replied. A smile instantly made its way onto your face.

‘What’s up?’ You asked putting your book down beside you.

‘I was calling to ask you if you’re going anywhere tonight.’

‘No, wasn’t planning to anyway. Why?’ You could hear shuffling happening on the other side of the phone.

‘Elizabeth wants to go out with you tonight so I thought I’d call you and ask.’

‘Well, I’ll call her and set the plans.’ You replied putting your empty coffee cup down on the table.

‘Great! Look, There’s one more thing I need to tell you, actually the reason I called.’

‘What’s going on?’

‘I won’t be back on Christmas Eve.’ You sighed. It wasn’t a surprise since he was so busy, but you were still very disappointed.

‘It’s fine Seb. I know you’re a busy man. Look, I’m gonna go call Elizabeth and set the plans. See you when I see you. Be safe and I love you.’

‘You be safe and I love you. See you soon.’ You hung up the phone and proceeded to call Elizabeth. You were quite frustrated with everything and now you really needed a drink, or a few.

—

While on the plane Sebastian got a text from his friend Elizabeth Olsen. The plans were set in; you and Elizabeth were leaving at 7 giving him plenty of time to get home and complete his surprise.

—

You got up from your comfortable spot on the couch when you ended the call with Elizabeth and went to your room to have a steaming hot shower and then get changed. The days were getting quite cold and the nights, even colder. After you finished your shower, you wrapped yourself up in your warm, fluffy dressing gown before looking at what you were going to wear. You settled for a black leather skirt, dark purple turtleneck, black knee-high socks and black boots. You tossed your hair into a high ponytail before grabbing a black handbag, your keys and wallet. You walked out and saw everyone in bright and happy winter clothes, even Elizabeth was wearing them.

‘Why so dark?’ She asked as you opened the car door and got in.

‘It matches my soul.’ You replied bluntly before venting to your friend about how everything this Christmas was definitely not going to be happy. You’re parents didn’t want to see you since you finished college and decided to pursue acting. You moved away from them and happened to meet Sebastian a couple of years after that. You didn’t do big stuff yet, but you were in a couple of crime show episodes and you did musicals around America.

You went to a restaurant together because neither of you felt like loud music, random guys hitting on you and not being able to catch up. You ordered a bottle of wine to share and spent the night chatting and laughing.

—

Once Sebastian got back home, he was reassured that you hadn’t gotten into the Christmas spirt; he knew you wouldn’t. He proceeded to pull out all the decorations and start making the house feel Christmasy. By 12 he was quite exhausted, but he had lights everywhere, the tree was up and decorated. Cookies were baked and candles were lit. The place smelt and looked amazing. Just as Sebastian had put soft music on, starting with ‘Come Out and Play’ by Billie Eilish, the door opened. You looked inside to your very Christmas filled house and couldn’t move, shock filling through you. ‘You like it?’ Sebastian asked, startling you a little.

‘You’re here!’ You held him tightly. He laughed lightly and hugged you back. ‘I thought you weren’t going to be here.’ You said, looking at him with confusion.

‘I never said I wasn’t going to be here Y/N, I said, and I quote, "I won’t be back on Christmas Eve”.’ You rolled your eyes before shoving his shoulder.

‘You’re so annoyingly amazing Seb.’ He shrugged with a smile.

‘I love you Y/N. I wasn’t exactly gonna let you have a crappy Christmas.’

‘Thank you. And I love you too.’ You whispered just before kissing him with a smile.

~~~

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my-emotional-self · 6 years ago

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Battle Cries (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Panic Attack, Physical Abuse, swearing

Request: Hi, could you please write a Steve Rogers imagine where I watch a battle on the tv then when he comes home, still with the suit, i'm having a huge panic attack because i was thinking that i lost him?

Request: Hi, my name is Ana. Could you please write a imagine where Steve Rogers and I are dating for two years then during a battle with Loki, he takes me and hurts me pretty bad, making Steve go insane?

Requested By: Anonymous

You were just a civilian. Not a superhero, not a super soldier, not a S.H.I.E.L.D worker, nothing. But somehow you managed to capture the heart of the one and only Steve Rogers. It was as if the day was just yesterday, the way you two met. He had just woken up from being frozen for 70 years and he ran out of the building he was placed in, looking terrified of everything. That was when he had bumped into you in the road and you dropped your cake you had just decorated from the bakery where you worked. It was for a family member’s birthday and you worked hard on it all day. The tears immediately streamed down your face as you looked at your hard work, crumbling and mushed up on the floor of New York City.

Ever the gentleman that is Steve Rogers, he couldn’t just let a damsel be and he helped you to your feet, wiped your tears, and the rest is history. Dr. Fury had watched the whole incident and when he realized Steve couldn’t focus because his mind was on you, he came up with an idea.

Since Steve wanted to date you, Dr. Fury thought it was a good idea that you could help him out with trying to adapt to the 21st century. You had no hesitations at all as you and Steve got right to work, and have been in love, and inseparable ever since.

But with love, comes heartache. And that is exactly what you were going through as you watched the aliens battle the Avengers in the streets of New York, as you were tucked away in your small apartment you shared with Steve.

Your hands were masked over your eyes as you rocked your body back and forth on the couch, too afraid to spend more than one minute looking at the screen. The aliens were causing such devastation to the city you lived in, and you knew there would be casualties. Humans would not be able to survive this type of destruction, but at this moment, all you were worried about was your Steve. Each time he appeared on screen, your heart skipped a beat as you took in his appearance.

But you knew this was what he loved, what he was made for. He wanted to fight for his country, and to fight against those he knew were wrong. You loved the strength he had behind his voice when he talked about fighting for what was right.

After Tony fell from the sky and the Hulk saved him, you knew the Avengers had won; the aliens were defeated. But a dreaded feeling began to wash over you. You had realized that they didn’t show any footage of Steve for over an hour.

Tears began to well in your eyes as you looked out the window. It was not dusk, but there was no sign of Steve. No phone call, or text. Your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest, yet you felt like you couldn’t breathe. A sudden urge of overwhelming anxiety and fear flooded throughout your shaking body. You felt dizzy as your legs gave out on you, crashing to the floor. “Steve,” you whimpered out as you hugged your knees to your chest. “No. Please no,” you began to plead as your heart felt like someone was squeezing it. You couldn’t even remember how to breathe at this point and you soon began to hyperventilate.

The door to your apartment opened as you tore your gaze from the floor. It was Steve and he was still fully dressed in his Captain America suit. He looked exhausted and his suit looked nearly destroyed, but he was alive.

As soon as Steve saw you crumpled up on the floor, he threw his shield to the side and came running to your side. “Doll!” he cried out for you as he knelt in front of you, taking your face in his hands to look at him. “Baby what happened?”

You couldn’t even speak as your body wracked with your sobs, Steve holding your body close to his. He smelt of dirt, metal and sweat, but you didn’t care because he was alive. “Shhh, it’s alright. I’m here,” he soothed.

After a short time you finally regained your breathing, pulling away from him. “I-I thought I lost you,” you stammered out as you looked into his bright blue eyes.

He pulled his lips into a half smile. “I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I will always come back to you.”

~~~

Two years later, two blissful years of dating Steve Rogers. Without a doubt, you loved your life. Steve continued on battling villains with the Avengers and you continued on your merry way working at the bakery decorating cakes and cupcakes. And although you had mild panic attacks each time he left for a battle, you knew he would keep his promise to always come back to you.

But now, you were uncertain because of one person; Loki. He didn’t take too kindly to not getting the ending he wanted two years ago in the battle of New York. And because of that, he took you hostage because you meant so much to Steve.

“Kneel,” Loki demanded as he stood in front of you.

“I will not kneel to you!” you declared, placing your hands on your hips. In the blink of an eye, he pulled his hand back and slapped you across the face. Your left cheek was pulsating from the hit as you cupped it with your hand, looking at him in shock.

“By the time I am done with you, you WILL kneel!”

After Loki left the room, you cowered down onto the couch and pulled your knees to your chest. He had taken you to Asgard, and there was no way of Steve coming to get you unless Thor knew you were here. You could only hope that Steve knew where to find you.

~~~

“Where IS she?!” Steve demanded as he began pacing around the Avengers tower. You had been missing for almost a full day now and he had no idea where you had gone.

“Just calm down Cap. We’ve pulled all the footage we possibly could from outside your apartment building. We’ll find her,” Tony reassured him.

But no matter what Tony said, Steve was not reassured and he slammed his fists down on the table.

“What is wrong Captain of America?” Thor asked as he made his way inside the room.

Steve looked up at him, anger flashing across his face. “Y/N is missing and we can’t find her.”

“What do you mean she is missing?” Thor declared as he gripped his hammer tighter.

“There! Got it!” Tony said as Thor and Steve rushed to his side, watching the surveillance video. It was you, along with a tall man with longer black hair as he pulled you from your apartment building.

“It is Loki. He must have taken her to Asgard. I will go get her.”

“I’m going with you!”

~~~

“Are you ready to kneel yet?” Loki gritted through his teeth as he came into the room you were being held hostage in.

You wanted to kneel, to just get everything over with, but being with Steve made you a stronger person.

“Go to hell Loki!” you spat back at him. He scowled at you before backhanding you across the face yet again; this time splitting open your lip as you tasted the metallic of blood on your tongue.

“LOKI,” Steve roared from the doorway as he saw what had happened. He rushed forward, crashing into Loki before he began to beat on him. Steve’s fist became bloodied as he pummeled Loki in the face time and time again as you watched on.

“Enough,” Thor barked as he pushed Steve off of his adopted brother. Thor grabbed Loki by the throat, hauling him out of the room by the back of the neck.

Steve ran to you and he wrapped you in his arms. “Doll are you alright?” he asked before pulling away to see the bruise on your cheek and your split open lip.

You nodded your head at him, his thumb swiping gently over your bruised cheek as you tried not to wince at the feeling of pain. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you Y/N. I love you so much.”

A tear of happiness rolled down your cheek at his words as you softly pressed your lips to his. He was everything you had ever dreamed of in a man, and he was all yours.

“I love you too Steve,” you breathed out as you placed your lips to his once more.

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selenelavellan · 6 years ago

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Mamma Mia! AU

Dirthamen, Deceit, Fear, Venavismi, Nona and Gran-Gran(mentioned) belong to @feynites

Serahlin, Miriel, and Katra belong to @scurvgirl

Cirimeni belongs to @justanartsysideblog

Ana belongs to @lycheemilkart

“I have a secret,” Darevas grins to his brother as they stare out at the ocean, half breathless from the end of their morning run around the island.

Felasel glances up from the rim of his glasses as he wipes the sweat from his brow. “Should I be worried?”

“No,” Darevas says.

Pauses.

“...No?” he repeats as he tilts his head and looks to the sky, less sure of his answer the second time around.

Felasel frowns as he steps closer to his twin. “I swear to the Gods, Darevas, if this is another last minute change to your wedding-”

“It's not!” He pleads, hands up in innocence. “It's a.....gift? It's a gift, yes.”

“For Miriel?”

“For you! And for mom. And...also for me.”

“So, mostly for you,” Felasel says flatly.

“Mostly for us,” Darevas assures him. “Do you remember that notebook we found in those old chests in the storehouse?”

Felasel nods slowly, arms crossing over his chest.

“I managed to pick the lock-”

“You picked a lock?”

“Picked a lock, broke a lock-semantics aren't the important part of this!”

“So what is?”

Darevas takes a deep breath and announces “I invited our dad to my wedding!”

Two teal eyes close in frustration as Felasel runs his hand through his hair. “Our dad left before we were born; he didn't even know mom was pregnant, Darevas. He left because he was engaged to someone else-”

“Well yeah, ok, so that's what mom told us when we asked. Buuuuut...”

Felasel peeks one eye open, heart giving a heavy thump in his chest. “...'But'?”

Darevas clears his throat, pulling an old worn down journal with the image of a raven decorating the cover from the back pocket of his pants, opening up to an earmarked page with a flourish.

“July 17th...” he recites “ 'What a night!'”

“Oh I so don't want to hear this-”

“Well you need to, so hush,” Darevas clears his throat as he continues reading aloud.“'Dirthamen rented a boat and rowed me over to the little island' -that's here, that's Llomerryn- 'We danced along the beach, we kissed beneath the stars and...'dot, dot, dot!”

“Please do not go into the details of our mothers 'dotting'.”

“No problem, bro. Anyways, she goes on with 'Dirthamen's the one! I've never felt like this before, the way he thrills me, it nearly kills me...oh, it makes me dizzy! I practically feel like singing when he does his...thing!'”

Felasel nods slowly as he listens, running his hands through his hair and tying it into a low ponytail.

“So this Dirthamen is our father, then?”

Darevas shrugs, scrunching up his nose. “He leaves soon after to go get married and mom realizes she's never going to see him again, which fits with her story.”

“What an asshole,” Felasel sighs. “Well, we knew that much already, but thanks for the TMI on mom's old sex life-”

“No it's not done!” Darevas declares “August 4th : 'What a night! Deceit rented a motorboat, and we went over to the little island. Though my heart still stings for Dirthamen, Deceit is so spontaneous and romantic. He's such a talented, funny guy, and Fear is so sweet and caring. One thing lead to another and....' dot dot dot!”

Felasel groans, and settles his head into his hands. “Ok. So...Ok.”

“August 11th,” Darevas continues without pausing. “ 'Des turned up out of the blue, so I said I'd show him the island. He's so easy to relax and unwind around and so understanding, I just couldn't help it and...' dot, dot, dot!” Darevas finishes, arms wide open as he grins in triumph at his twin brother.

Felasel looks more concerned than impressed with his discovery.

“Ok...so there are at least three people that could be our father, time wise, depending on our mothers sexual practices” Felasel reasons aloud. “Which one did you invite?”

Darevas grins wider and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Oh no. Darevas, what have you done?”

“Invited our dads!”

“With what, 'hey there I might be your son, please come to my wedding?'”

“Well...no,” Darevas admits sheepishly. “They uh...think mom sent the invites.”

“No.”

“And given what we know,” Darevas says shaking the journal between them pointedly “Unsurprisingly, they all said yes!”

Felasel takes a deep breath. Pinches the bridge of his nose, and walks until he is knee deep in the ocean water, before letting out a loud, frustrated scream.

...Well.

Maybe mom will react more favorably, Darevas hopes.

It has been a very long time since Dirthamen was in Rivain, he thinks.

Longer still since he visited Llomerryn in particular.

Selenes letter is tucked safely away in the pocket of his coat, after he had practically raced out of his office to come visit at her request. There are many people in his life he never expected to receive personal correspondence from. Fewer still are those he had hoped to hear from. After the death of his mother, followed by the swift divorce from his wife, there had been little time for anything other than memories and responsibilities.

He had never dared to hope that...after everything, she might possibly want to see him again.

Is this what giddiness is?

It is...very freeing. He feels very light, even in his cotton suit and the barely present air conditioning of his cab.

The air here, so far away from Denerim, feels so much cleaner even in the humidity that fills it.

He steps out of the cab as it parks, retrieving his luggage from the trunk as he pays the driver.

Just in time to see the boat pulling out of the dock.

There is another elven man, with shoulder length black hair and very fashionable sunglasses shouting after the boat, calling for it to come back as another, smaller elf retrieves their luggage from their own cab.

There is an older qunari man standing on the back of the boat, waving to them in a friendly, though unhelpful, manner.

“Dammit,” The elf mutters.

Dirthamen sighs as he watches the ferry drift ever father away. “My sentiments exactly.”

“ExCUSE ME!” Yells another elf as he practically rolls out of a third cab. “Somebody stop that ferry!”

“Sure, no problem,” Drawls the shorter elf from earlier. “We were just standing here for our health, after all.”

The man with the long hair huffs, tucking a long loose strand of hair behind his ear and revealing a small golden hoop earring. “I have to get to Llomerryn. When's the next one?”

“Lunes,” Says the elf from earlier, lifting his sunglasses to rest on top of his head. “Monday.”

“Well that's no good, I need to get to a wedding.”

“Bride or groom?” the smaller elf asks, scrolling through the screen of their phone without looking up.

“Groom,” Hums the long haired elf as he takes a familiar looking wedding invitation out of his bag to inspect it. “Though I've never actually met the man.”

Dirthamen feels his brows furrow.

Curious.

That is the same situation he is currently in.

“I'm Deceit,” Introduces the one with the sunglasses as he holds out his hand. “And this is Fear; no worries, they don't really bite so long as you keep your hands away.”

“Noted,” Drawls the one with the longer hair and freckles that are poking up the longer they are in the sun. “I'm Des; I only bite if you ask nicely.”

Dirthamen is about to introduce himself as well, when a shadow passes over their makeshift group, and yet another dark haired elf calls to them, this one seated atop the spreaders of a sailboat loaded with several crates of produce.

“Hey!” He calls down with a grin. “You all need a ride to the island?”

Yes, Dirthamen thinks.

They certainly do.

Serahlin is exceedingly grateful that she and Ana were able to catch the last ferry of the day. Though it might've been a bit more considerate for them to hold it until sometime past the early morning so that she could have gotten her full eight hours in, but at least she managed her full facial routine.

Goodness knows how terrible this much direct sun exposure can be for your skin.

It's been quite a bit since she last saw her dear friend after all, and she's eager to show off just how amazingly well she's been doing since she cut Darris out of her life.

So she strides behind Ana as the red headed elven woman pushes past people with quiet apologies, seeking out a seat for the two of them on what is, she thinks, a dangerously overcrowded boat.

A qunari woman with a potent smelling basket finally scoots aside enough to clear a space on the bench by the rail for the two of them and Serahlin quickly takes the opening, relieved to be off of her feet for a moment. She looks fantastic in heels, but they're still absolute murder to walk in on uneven ground.

An older elven gentlemen offers Serahlin an unlabeled green bottle and she turns him down as politely as she can manage, even as Ana eagerly takes the bottle, popping the cap off with her teeth.

The man grins, and pulls a familiar book out of his wives bag; Ana is smiling politely on the cover, surrounded by a wealth of plants and vegetables.

“He's got your book,” She teases, nudging Ana as she blushes and agrees to autograph inside the cover.

“Even all the way out here,” Ana smiles to herself. “It's really gotten so much bigger than I expected, I can hardly believe it.”

“You've turned the whole world green,” Serahlin compliments. Happy for her friends success, even if she's not one to get her own hands dirty with gardening. “Everyone's growing and planting and composting now. “

“I know. Isn't it wonderful?” Ana beams, handing the book and pen back to the man.

Getting ready for a wedding is no easy task; Miriel knows this, as she pricks her finger on a pin.

“These look amazing, Mir!” Katra croons, spinning in her soon-to-be bridesmaid dress in the mirror, while Miriel tries to stay focused on getting Cirimeni's modifications right.

Cirimeni signs in return about how excited she is about the wedding, and how nice they're all going to look tomorrow.

Miriel smiles softly. “Yeah. If I had my way, it would've just been a quick vow on the mainland, or maybe even back in Antiva, but Darevas really wants this whole...” She sighs, and laughs a little. “production. Could've saved our money for traveling instead of flowers and food for the whole island. But it's nice. I'm actually starting to get excited for it, now that you both are here.”

He's a romantic, Cirimeni signs into the mirror.

“And I love him,” Miriel finishes, stepping back after finally getting the shoulder of the dress to lay where she wants it.

The door swings open, and Darevas and Felasel step into the room, still damp from their usual dip into the ocean after their morning jog.

“You two look great!” Darevas compliments, lifting the two girls off the ground together and swinging them in a circle.

They've been together for so long already, and she still feels stunned by his strength sometimes.

“Alright, be careful, vhenan!” She calls, tapping his shoulder. “There are pins in the dresses still, and you’re still all wet.” Darevas puts them down and steps back, hands on his hips as he nudges his brother approvingly. “Don't they look great, Felly?”

But Felasel seems momentarily stricken by something, his eyes stuck on Cirimeni.

Miriel resists the urge to laugh; she's never seen him knocked off his rhythm like this, but she supposes Cirimeni is a beautiful woman after all, and it's the first time he's actually seen her.

“Felasel?” Darevas repeats.

Felasel clears his throat and nods.

“You look...luminous,” He manages, voice cracking slightly as his eyes still never leave Cirimenis face.

“Do you need something?” Miriel asks, hoping to take some of the pressure off and alleviate the awkwardness in the room.

“Just grabbing a clean shirt,” Darevas says, reaching past her to snatch one from their dresser, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he does.

Miriel feels her own face heat up at the affection, and tries to keep her heartbeat from increasing too greatly. They're getting married tomorrow, surely her body can withstand its urges until then.

“Ok, ok, you got what you needed, now shoo,” She says with a small giggle. “We're very busy right now.”

Darevas grins and gives her one last deeply passionate kiss before stepping back out the door. Felasel hesitates for a moment, before giving a deep bow to Cirimeni and placing a more polite kiss to the back of her hand.

Miriel shakes her head and shoos him out behind his brother.

Honestly.

It's almost enough to make her put stock in that old legend about love and the island.

Almost.

“You realize you'll have to tell her,” Felasel informs Darevas once they've moved into his own room.

“It's fine,” Darevas dismisses, slipping into his new shirt and throwing his old one into Felasels hamper.

“Why haven't you told her already?”

“Because Miriel would say that I should tell mom.”

“You should tell mom. She's going to kill you already, you could at least get honesty on your side here.”

“By the time mom finds out, it'll be too late.”

Felasel sighs as he buttons up his own shirt and shakes his head.

Really, she has enough to deal with around here. This could send her into a full breakdown if it's not handled well, he worries.

“Aren't you even a little curious?” Darevas pushes. “Don't you feel like there's a part of you that's missing?”

“No,” Felasel answers flatly.

“Well, I do,” his brother argues. “And when I see our dad, I'll know who he is, and who I am, and everything will fall into place. You'll see, and you'll thank me for it later.”

Felasel crosses his arms in disapproval, but doesn't say anything more about it.

No matter what, Darevas is right about one thing; It's too late now, anyways.

Des isn't quite sure how he managed to luck into being on a boat in the middle of the ocean with such a devastatingly attractive set of elves.

If he weren't already on his way to get back into Selenes good graces, he thinks he might be trying quite a bit harder to turn this short boat ride into a much longer, much more luxurious sort of rendezvous.

Their unofficial captain, Venavismi is focused on keeping them afloat, while Fear seems relatively preoccupied with sitting in the dead center of the sailboat and trying very hard to convince themselves they aren't exactly where they are. Deceit beside them is running their hand in soothing circles over their back and humming a song that sounds strangely familiar.

In a flash, Des realizes he's seen Deceits face before; on a magazine cover. Several magazine covers actually, the man is essentially a rock star back in Fereldan.

What could they possibly be doing coming out to a little Rivaini island like this one?

“I know who you are,” Pipes up the quiet one, Dirthamen as he sits down beside Des. He's removed his coat in the heat, and Des is mildly tempted to loosen the poor dears tie as he gives him back a curious smile. “You're Des, aren't you?”

“I am,” Des grins, turning to make eye contact.

Dirthamen practically lights up. “I read your books; Fab in a Cab on my way to Nowhere. They are quite exciting reads, and very nice to have on long business trips. Although I have been told I am very stoic on the outside, it is very thrilling to be off on some grand spontaneous adventure in my own mind for several hours.”

“You should try it for real some time, then.” Des winks.

“Oh,” Dirthamen says, deflating slightly. “No. I am not the spontaneous type.”

“You're a...close friend of Selenes?” Deceit asks, apparently listening in to their conversation.

“I've barely spoken to her in twenty years,” Des admits. “But then she sent me this invite, so I think she's finally forgiven me.”

“An invite out of the blue?” Deceit asks warily.

Des nods, and Dirthamen begins to look slightly puzzled beside him.

“You know that is strange,” he says. “It was the same for me-”

“Going about!” Vena calls from overhead as the boat begins to turn, several of the cords tightening in response.

One of the ties beside Dirthamen unravels from where it had been loose, and Des has to stifle a laugh as the man, still in his tie and vest and button down, goes chasing after it and ends up pulled a good two feet before he gets a solid grip and stance on it.

“Got it!” Dirthamen calls as his voice cracks slightly, and Des can't resist getting up to help.

It's a good excuse to put his arms around someone, at least.

Selene has been on the island of Llomerryn for a very long time.

Long enough that she knows every nook and cranny, every shortcut, every trail. Every crumbling structure on the island, including her own.

It causes her no shortage of stress, and with her sons wedding coming up tomorrow (Tomorrow, she can hardly believe how quickly everything has happened), it's a very, very large relief to know that two of her very best friends are coming to the island for the event.

She practically skips out of her jeep, running all the way down to the dock to greet them on the last ferry of the day. Her outfit is hardly glamorous, a pair of old overalls and a loose blouse, but it doesn't matter as her chest swells with joy and she sees a familiar pair of elves stepping off the boat.

Serahlin, as stunningly beautiful as ever and dressed as though her way of life absolutely agrees with her in her pink skirt and coat, perfectly tailored with matching heels, and long dark hair cascading down from a lovely sunhat. Ana follows beside her, carrying a large bag filled no doubt with many of her home-grown lotions and salves, freckles scattered over her face bright in the sunlight and wearing a very cute banana patterned sundress.

“Well well well, what have we here?” Selene calls loudly to her approaching friends, who quickly strike into their old poses. Selene takes on her own as well, pretending to hold a microphone with one hand up-stretched towards the sky and fidgeting with energy and excitement she's barely felt since her youth.

“For one night!” Ana yells, tilting her head up to the sky

“And one night only!” Serahlin continues

“Selene and the Superstars!” They all yell and laugh in unison before running towards each other in joy.

There's a blur of old choreography and hip checking as they laugh and greet each other, Selene lifting Ana up off the ground slightly before putting the smaller woman back down and bringing Serahlin in for a very tight, very overdue, hug.

“Oh, I missed you two,” She hums, leading them back to her jeep.

“Well that’s what happens when you go and isolate yourself on an island in the middle of nowhere,” Serahlin jokes. “Not like I could hop a plane to get here, there's no airport!”

“So sorry Serahlin, I'll be sure to add an airport to the island for you next time,” Selene teases back with a laugh “Just as soon as I marry some disgustingly rich person, and right after I finish making all the necessary repairs to the parts of the hotel that are still standing. Let me know if you find someone looking to burn a couple million bucks, yeah?”

“It's a rich mans world,” Ana muses aloud.

“You think there are going to be any eligible men at this wedding?”

“Ready to remarry already?” Selene smirks.

“No, not for me!” Serahlin laughs, pointing at Ana on her other side. “For her! Now that her book is a best seller and she's tripled the species of plants most people can name off the tops of their heads. It's time to find someone to share that success with!”

“Oh, not for me,” Ana laughs. “I'm not looking for anything like that-I'm just fine where I'm at, I'd much rather travel and focus on my plants than worry about something like that.”

Ana quickly changes the subject before anyone can push it any farther. “Are the lovebirds going to be moving out after the wedding?”

“Oh,” Selene sighs as she parks the car in front of the hotel. “Who even knows? I have no idea what's going on in Darevas's head anymore, he's been so strange all month. He's going and getting married so young and he wants this big huge wedding, and I don't understand any of it, but I'm doing my best. I just want what's best for him you know?”

“Do you want him to move out though?”

“Of course not!” Selene snorts, turning off the car and popping out the side.

Miriel greets up, waving as she runs towards the group Selene smiles and returns the wave.

“Here comes the bride!” She declares, gesturing to her future daughter in law. “Serahlin, Ana, this is Miriel. She's going to be my daughter starting tomorrow.”

“It's nice to meet you!” She greets politely, moving to help carry the baggage.

“Oh, you don't have to do that-” Serahlin interrupts, but Miriel just raises an eyebrow.

“There's a lot of stairs...” She warns ominously, and Selene nods in agreement behind her.

Serahlin relents, as they follow Selene through the old stone archway at the front of the hotel and up a truly astounding number of stone steps. By the time they reach the top, Serahlin and Ana both are nearly out of breath, taking a seat on a bench as quickly as they can.

“It can be a lot if you're not used to it,” Selene says as an apology. “I appreciate you making the trek.”

“Auntie Serahlin, Auntie Ana! You're here!” Darevas calls, leaning over one of the railings of the hotel windows.

“Oh goodness, they've grown so much!” Serahlin gasps as Felasel and Darevas both come out from the open door before them, each taking one of the women in their arms in a tight hug.

“You two are so tall,” Ana laughs as Felasel places her back on the ground. “And so handsome!”

“Yeah, that’s them. A couple of heart breakers these two,” Selene teases, giving each of her friends a glass full of water, to help cool them down in the thick heat of the island.

Her sons exchange a look that gives her pause, but with so much going on already, she decides not to push it at the moment, instead pulling laundry down that she meant to get put away before they arrived in the first place.

Darevas's attentions leave Serahlin as Miriel comes back from dropping the luggage off in their room, brushing her hands.

“How was the trip in?” Felasel asks, helping Selene to take down some of the sheets and linens.

“A bit crowded,” Ana admits. “But a lovely view. The flora here is really beautiful!”

“Isn't it?” Miriel grins. “I wish we could pull in more people to show it off to, but no one even knows we're here.”

“Felasel and I are going to start a website,” Darevas adds “We're just trying to figure out how to market it to really let people know who and where we are. This place has so much potential, but it's practically a secret.”

“It could be one of the ultimate romantic vacation spots,” Miriel sighs “It's rumored to be the site for the All Mother's Fountain you know, the goddess of love? The legends say that if you drink from the fountain, you’re supposed to find true love and happiness.”

“I'll take some of that,” Serahlin says, raising her cup up in a mock toast.

Miriel smiles, and Darevas distracts her again with a deep kiss before dragging her off to discuss details for the next day.

Selene shakes her head in fondness as Felasel mentions leaving to check on the bridesmaids, leading her own friends into the rooms she's set aside for them.

“Do you really want tourists?” Ana says as she follows.

“Well, maybe not an abundance,” Selene admits “But a few would be nice, to help with costs at least.” She sighs to herself as she looks at the walls of the room; a beautiful shade of blue, but worn down by time and sand and desperately in need of a new coat or two. She leans forward to open one of the windows, for a cross-breeze and lets out a soft cry as one of the doors falls off and lands below them with a loud crash. With an uneasy grin and an apology to the people working below, she quickly darts out and down to retrieve the panel, Serahlin and Ana following behind her.

“Do you need help with money, darling?” Serahlin asks in a worried tone.

Selene laughs it off, “Oh, honey, no. I've got it under control, I'm just whining, you know how it is.”

The ground beneath her feet shakes violently suddenly, and she nearly loses her balance as she tightly grips the wooden piece of her window, a large crack appearing over the mosaic crescent moon in the middle of the hotel courtyard.

“What was that?” Ana asks, clutching at the edges of her dress.

“Oh, it's just the world moving. Par for the course around here,” Selene laughs, shaking her head at her abysmal luck. At this rate, she's not sure if the hotel will even survive the wedding. “C'mon, I'll go fix your window and then we can go have some fun.”

Deceit lets out a quiet breath as he steps onto the docks of Llomerryn.

It has been quite a long time since he came to visit. A quiet pang of guilt fills him; he meant to visit Nona and Gran-gran more often, even after everything that happened with Selene, but then his singing career had taken off and they'd passed on together, and he'd just never managed to find the time to come and check on things.

They had taken such good care of him, of his mother, back before...

He sighs, readjusting his sunglasses.

Well, he's here now.

Fear looks over the invitation one last time, as they follow the GPS on their phone all the way up to the hotel. Vena gives them his own directions on top of that, and they thank him, as he gets started unloading his produce and they move on with their own trip in mind.

The invitation had been unexpected, when they had gotten it. Fear was worried something was wrong, hearing from her so suddenly after twenty years of silence, though even they could admit that it would be nice to see her again.

Their romance had only lasted a week, but it had been a very good week.

About halfway through the walk, Deceit recognizes the trail, as a familiar looking hotel comes into view when they crest over one of the hills.

They end up stopping, all four of them, at the top of a set of a staircase he hated climbing even in his youth that's only become crueler to his aging knees. The view from the top is astounding though, the ocean and mainland both in view in the afternoon sunlight.

“Hi,” Comes a voice from behind, and all four of them turn at once. There’s a very tall young elf with dark hair and tan skin and bright eyes staring at them all. “Can I help you?”

“Hello,” Dirthamen speaks up “We are here for the wedding? I am Dirthamen Evanuris.”

“Desire, but please call me Des.”

“Fear.”

“I'm Deceit,” He finally finishes, capping off the introductions and taking off his sunglasses.

The young elven man stares at them all for a moment, eyes glancing to each of them in turn as his breath seems to speed up. Deceit worries that perhaps something might be wrong, judging by the way he’s staring at them all.

“You're expecting us, right?” Deceit says after an uncomfortable minute of silence.

“Yes!” The man says, suddenly breaking out into a large grin. “Yes, of course!”

“You're not...” Des says, taking a step forward, eyes squinting slightly. “Are you Selene's son?”

“I am, one of them. I have a twin brother as well. I'm Darevas, I'm the one getting married tomorrow. It's so...” He lets out a breath with a laugh. “It's so good to meet you all!”

Deceit thinks for a moment that the name sounds familiar; Nona or Gran-gran knew someone with a name similar to Darevas, he's fairly certain. Certainly not this one though, he's far too young to have known them before their passing.

Another strange coincidence. Not an uncommon occurrence on this island.

“Would you mind if we saw our rooms before we meet up with your mother?” Dirthamen requests, shifting from one foot to the other uncertainly. “I would like to freshen up beforehand.”

“Same,” Des chimes in, raising his hand slightly.

“Sure,” Darevas nods eagerly, “Follow me.”

Des leads the way, then Dirthamen, then Deceit, and finally Fear bringing up the rear.

Curious, Deceit thinks. This isn't the normal way to the hotel, this is a back route that was usually only used by the workers or operators. It's hardly the scenic route, most of it back ways and narrow passages through old storage rooms that are clearly starting to wear down in their old age.

Deceit's practically amused by the situation as they're lead down an old set of wooden stairs, past the bleating sheeps and goats and into what he is almost certain used to be the goat house. Darevas directs them up a wooden ladder, and Deceit resists the urge to snort at the site of their 'room'.

Something is definitely up.

Dirthamen looks notably confused and concerned at the air mattresses lying on the floor, one of them already deflated, while Des purses his lips beside him.

“Well, this was a great tour,” Des hums, tugging slightly on his earring. “But it'd be great if you could show me my actual room now.”

“Pretty sure this is your room, Des,” Deceit finally grins.

The colorfully adorned man deflates slightly, while Dirthamens shoulders fall in a dejected manner.

“Can we see Selene now?” Dirthamen attempts, one hand still on his suitcase.

Darevas swallows, barely able to contain his grin as he bounces slightly on the balls of his feet. “I sent the invitations, actually. My mom has no idea about any of this.”

Des lets out a long groan, hip jutting out as he rubs a hand down his face, while Dirthamen's face falls at the news and Fear lets out a disappointed tutting sound beside him.

“She's done so much for me, and my brother, and she's told us so many stories about you all and the good old days,” A lie, Deceit knows without having to say anything about it. “And I thought she'd be so happy to finally see you all again! It could be such a wonderful surprise for her, to find out you're all going to be at my wedding.”

Des takes a few steps forward, closing the gap between himself and Darevas. “Hold on, hold on. I can't be here; Selene said she never wanted to see me again the last time we were together. Are you telling me she doesn't even know that I'm here?”

“That was years ago,” Darevas tries to assure him. “I'm sure she's moved past whatever upset her back then! She's going to be so happy to see you all!”

Dirthamen shakes his head, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly, while Deceit trails a hand over his head and through his hair.

No, that doesn't sound like Selene at all.

“Please,” Darevas pleads, putting on surprisingly effective puppy dog eyes despite the fact that he's easily the tallest person in the room. “It would mean a lot to me.”

“Why?” Fear asks.

“I can tell you went to a lot of trouble to arrange all of...this,” Dirthamen deters. “But I think perhaps it would be for the best if we all went back to the docks and tried to find a boat home.”

“Yep,” Des agrees, popping the p as he turns to reach for his suitcase.

“Nope,” Deceit argues, reclining out on the biggest of the mattresses. “There's probably not any boats leaving right now. Besides, Dirthamen, you said you wanted to be more spontaneous; this is an adventure. It could be good for you.”

“Oh,” Dirthamen ponders, looking up at the wood on the ceiling. “That is true.”

“Ok, look,” Darevas finally says, dropping the pleading tones. “It was a long shot any of you would even reply when I sent the invites. But you all said yes, you've all made the trip, and you're all here. Surely you thought there was something worth coming back for, something other than the wedding of someone you've never met before. Something special, like....some sort of siren call, maybe?”

All four of them let out a unanimous groan, and Des plops down on the edge of Deceits mattress with a laugh.

“Oh, you're definitely Selene's son alright,” he gripes. “A troublesome little minx, just like she was. I hope your brother's not this bad.”

Darevas grins, hands on his hips. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

Deceit shakes his head and gives a laugh of his own.

The sound of a door opening and someone humming rises up from below them, and it's been twenty years, but Deceit has never forgotten that voice.

All of them stand back up, moving almost mindlessly towards the ladder while Dirthamen quietly mumbles “That's Selene,” and Deceit feels slightly embarrassed.

A siren call may not have been quite so far off, all things considered.

“No no no no no nonono,” Darevas whispers, moving between all of them while Dirthamen tucks the bottom of his shirt in. “Listen, she can't know about this, she can't. I have to go, but I need you all to promise me that you'll stay, and not tell anybody that I invited you. Ok? Promise?”

Deceit hesitates, but one by one they all promise not to tell or to leave the island until after the wedding. Darevas pulls a board covered in sheet music away from a window and sneaks out with a large smile, one finger pressed to his lips as Des puts the makeshift window cover back in its place.

“Wouldn't happen to know where I could at least get a shower, would you?” He mutters softly to the open air.

Well, Deceit thinks. This might just be an even more eventful weekend than he planned on.

There's something wonderfully grounding about the familiarity of flora, Ana thinks.

Even with the thousands upon thousands of different species, and the variations between those here on Llomerryn and those back in Fereldan, it's easy for her to tell what she can take clippings of back home, and which she can't.

Selene had wandered off after a few drinks to finally fix the new crack in her courtyard, and Serahlin had decided it was a good time to take a shower so Ana thought it would be as good a time as any to explore the island on her own.

Though, she realizes now that she's wandered all the way back down the hills, and ended up back near the docks.

Damn.

She's dreading the walk back up all those stairs, when she hears a small clatter from one of the boats still tied up, rocking slightly in the roll of the waves. There's a tall, long haired elven man loading empty crates onto what she assumes is his sailboat. Her feet take her towards it, curiosity overriding her better thoughts along with a need to make sure he's alright.

Her feet are silent on the wooden dock, but somehow he sees her coming all the same.

He lets out a long laugh.

“Sorry, I'm all out!” He calls.

Ana blinks.

“Um,” She says. “Sorry?”

He gestures to the pattern on her dress. “Bananas? I'm all out, I just finished dropping off today's shipment to the kitchens already. You'll have to ask Selene or Miriel about getting some, I think they're supposed to be for the wedding tomorrow.”

Ana blushes, clutching onto the edges of her dress. “I wasn't- I'm just visiting the island, I'm a friend of Selenes.”

“She's got a lot of friends here today it seems,” Vena muses aloud.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he says with a shake of his head as he wipes his hand clean on the bottom of his shirt before holding it out for her. “Well, any friend of Selenes is a friend of mine. Venavismi, at your service.”

“Elanna,” She introduces. “But I go by Ana.”

Venavismi grins. “Ana-banana.”

Ana laughs into her fist, feeling her face heat up at the name as a strange sort of warmth spreads through her.

“Here for the wedding then, Ana-banana?”

“Mm-hm,” She grins. “Are you going to be attending?”

“Sure am. I've watched those boys grow up too long not to. Used to help Miriel get onto the island when the ferry wasn't running too.”

“How mischievous,” Ana teases. “You sneak her in a lot?”

“Depends; how much are you into bad boys?” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Ana laughs again. “Not so bad, really,” She admits. “I spend most of my time with my plants, back in Fereldan.”

“Oh, do you have an orchard too?”

“No, most of my plants are potted,” She admits. “You have an orchard?”

“Back on the mainland, yeah,” He preens. “I supply quite a lot of the fruit around here.”

“But you're all out of bananas,” She tsks teasingly. “What a shame.”

“Hold on,” He says, darting back onto his boat and digging through a crate.

He pops back out a minute later with a small yellow fruit, and tosses it to her with a wink. “It may not be a banana, but babe you put the stars in my sky.”

Ana blinks, and looks down at the starfruit in her hands.

She can feel her face turning an even deeper shade of red as she clutches it with an awkward laugh.

“Right! Well that's-I mean,” She stammers, very much out of her element very suddenly. “I should-I should get back to Selene,”

“Sure,” He nods with a self-satisfied smile. “See you at the wedding, then?”

Ana nods quickly, before disappearing back into the forest, starfruit clutched tightly to her chest.

What a terrible pick up line really.

...But she can't really deny the effectiveness of it, either.

There are a lot of things Selene expected to happen this weekend, and prepared herself for.

A giant crack in the middle of her courtyard was not one of them.

She's sighing at the caulking gun she keeps in the goat house that the animals don't even go into anymore, wondering if it's got enough left in it that she can just seal the crack and move on to other things.

It's the best she can think of right now, at least.

Absently humming an old tune aloud, Selene hears something shift around overhead.

Ah, damn. What kind of vermin could have gotten into the goat house? There's no rats or squirrels on the island, or is there an infestation problem now too?

Maybe she'll get lucky, and its just the sound of the wood and stone settling in their old age.

...Still.

She should probably check, to make sure there's no unexpected vermin running across the aisle tomorrow at the wedding.

She climbs up the stairs, popping the hatch up only to find it covered by something heavy that’s been moved on top of it. One of the chairs she thinks, peeking through the opening she could manage.

She nearly freezes, as she sees a pair of legs in tight black jeans in front of her.

Her eyes slowly graze up the legs, legs she knows, legs she remembers, until they settle on a too familiar face.

Deceit? She thinks, momentarily stunned. What on earth are they doing here?

Fear is behind them, browsing absently on their phone and donning a much more professional haircut than the half-buzz they had had twenty years ago.

There's more people though.

A pair of bare knees with a familiar freckle pattern stare back at her, a long magenta skirt resting between them and attached to another elf with familiar long dark hair and golden eyes that still have that same spark they did back before...before.

Des, she realizes, heartbeat racing as she finds one more elf in the top floor of the old goat house.

Dark cotton slacks with a purple button down, and two slate blue eyes that she used to dream about for so long, eyes she hasn't seen since they told her he was leaving her behind, and going back to his life in Fereldan.

Dirthamen, she swallows, letting go of the hatch and dropping down from the ladder.

Her heart is racing, as she fans her face and tries to keep from overheating.

What are they doing here?! All of them, together?

How could this even happen?!

They weren't even supposed to-Des and Dirthamen swore they'd never come back, and Deceit had practically abandoned them for his music, and she had been left behind, forgotten really by all of them, caring for Nona and Gran-gran in their last few years and eventually purchasing and renovating the hotel while they were all....were all...

She sighs, and covers her mouth with her hand.

Damn it all.

She moves her hand down to her chest, feeling flames beginning to lick up beneath her skin just from the sight of them.

Damn it all, they're all still outrageously attractive.

How dare they show up here, now, and pull all of these old emotions she's spent twenty years ignoring back up? There's so many other things to do, to worry about-

Gods, what if Darevas or Felasel see them?!

If she had wanted to see them again, she would have invited them years ago. Not now, certainly not in her...current state, she thinks picking a stray thread off of the sleeve of her blouse.

No.

No, she's done well, just fine without them! She's raised two wonderful sons, and cared for the island and she's done it all on her own.

Their faces flash through her mind. Moments long buried of nights in the beach, in rooms of this very hotel, on blankets and next to guitars and books and...

She lets out a sigh.

Mamma mia, she's just gotta get one more look. One more, and she can center herself, and move on with her life.

She's not sure when, specifically, she climbed to the roof, only knows that she's here now, staring down at the access hatch and saying a silent prayer for strength as she bends over for one last look at her past lovers.

It’s really a disastrous moment, when the wind catches her off guard, and she falls straight through the opening.

She lets out a loud groan, her legs straight up and apart from the shock of the fall, thankful for the half-inflated air mattress she landed on. Staring up at four familiar faces, grinning back down at her.

“You've always had the best entrances,” Des teases, stepping towards her.

She can't help it; she laughs.

Selene quickly crosses her legs and tucks them beneath her as she struggles to sit up, glancing from one pair of eyes to another, surrounded, somehow, by all the people she loved so fiercely nearly twenty years ago.

“I better be dreaming,” She finally says, tucking her hair behind her ear and once again cursing her abysmally terrible luck. “You all had better not really be here.”

#Mamma Mia AU #Dirthalene #Banana Ship #mirevas #chantilly couple #Selene Lavellan #Des #lots of perspective shifts in this one #Adannar will be appearing in the next installment for Serahlin no worries #this is easily the longest thing I've written in MONTHS i hope you enjoy it #now im going to go eat something

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wonderlandmind4 · 7 years ago

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Delicate Stages: Chp 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x OFC Ana Rios

Summary: Bucky Barnes agrees to participate in Deprogramming Sessions. What he gets is not anything like he expected.

Bucky is seriously considering going back on his decision, and his feet shift towards the exit of their own accord. The thing is, as easy as it would be to just leave, to slip into the shadows, he does not want to run anymore. He is tired of it.

Warnings for this Chapter: Language, Slight anxiety, slight self doubt, an over use of coffee consumption.

Words: 2,959

A/N: I feel like this is just jumping in there. Mainly because I can not write opening chps for shiz. Feel free to ask questions if confused. Also, my “keep reading” function keeps messing up words, idk why. (tagged) @justreadingfics @nerdyandproud9 (gif not mine)

Another round of coffee has been poured into Ana's cup. Bucky has a feeling she only went for a refill to give him some time to adjust after their greeting. He appreciates it, but finds that he doesn't really need it. He hasn't felt like he's a flight risk around her yet, so he doesn't mind not adjusting. He still appreciates it though.

"So," Ana begins, after she's sat down again. She uses the thick heel of her boot to rock herself back and forth in the chair. "Eventually, I would like us to be honest with one another, otherwise this won't work very well."

Bucky agrees. "Makes sense."

“We'll just talk today. It can be about anything. If you’re curious about anything, the weather, me. I'm all ears, James.”

Other people have called him by his first name, or last, or even Sergeant, and he always corrects them. This time, that name just doesn't sound right coming from her mouth.

“Bucky. Please call me Bucky," He insists, giving her a tentative smile.

"Okay. So, Bucky, any questions?"

"Are you a shrink?” The question blurts from his lips before he can stop it.

Ana snorts again, falling forward in her chair. “God no. That would be way too much for me. Not saying that psychologists are bad, that just wasn’t my route.”

“What is? What exactly do you do here?”

“I’m…I don’t really have a title to be honest.”

“You seem to have a high level of authority here.”

“Thanks to Steve,” Ana admits with a nonchalant shrug.

"What?"

“Well, you obviously know why he brought you here. Not just for Deprogramming, but for all the other stuff that comes with it. Mentally, for one. Emotionally, physically. He’s talked to you about this right?”

They talked about it on the car ride up. That the possibility of a full body deprogramming is high, that much Bucky tells her. He didn't expect the process to go easy; one, two, three, out the door. It's going to take time and mental, emotional, and physical endurance. It's been seventy years in and out of brainwashing and that damn ice chamber.

“There are going to be side effects," She continues lightly, "probably some long days, some sleepless night. It’ll take a toll on you in every aspect, I’m here to help you through it all. Steve cares for you, and I care for people. I guess they call me, unofficially, a Psychological Healer. I'm a non-combated agent. I typically just work within the Healing Ward helping with psychological and sociological elements."

A hard swallow. A flare in his heart rate. “A Healer? Orders from Steve?”

“Not orders, and I am going to make this very clear, Bucky. You are not, and will never be my orders. You are not an assignment, a project, or a mission.”

Bucky locks his eyes with hers, and he counts the golden specks laced within the rich brown irises; nine. He doesn’t know why, but his heart is pounding a little harder, but not from anxiety. It feels different, warm, comforting…accepted. It feels human.

“Understood?” Ana prompts firmly.

“Yes,” He breathes out.

Ana smiles at him. “I’m here to help you. No orders. Steve just thought I was the best choice. I want to help you, so I am going to help you.”

Bucky oddly finds himself wanting to believe her. Hears the open sincerity in her voice. The way she has been looking into his eyes since they met with no fear. She is looking at him like he is a human being, not a weapon for another cause.

“We can stop if you want,” Ana offers, leaning back in her seat again. “Sometimes I overwhelm people, too much too soon. Headstrong, runs in the family.”

“In a good way,” Bucky replies, suddenly having the need to reassure her.

Ana gives him a strange look. “Thanks?”

"So, not a doctor?"

"Nah, I'm just very...empathetic," She answers with a touch of mirth in her smooth voice. “Though I do have a degree in Psychology and Sociology.”

Bucky lifts his mug to his lips and says, "So he put you in charge of me?"

"If you're into that sort of thing."

The coffee Bucky just took a sip of nearly goes down his airway. He coughs once against the ceramic, blinks rapidly so his eyes don't water and stares at the woman sitting across from him. She has her face turned to the side, lips to the rim of her cup, but her eyes are wide. There's a slight tint of a blush on her cheeks, but other than that, she remains perfectly calm. Something is rising in him, from his stomach and making it's way up his chest.

Bucky laughs.

"Sorry! It just slipped out," Ana groans, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb.

Bucky will take this quick witted, sharp tongued, nonjudgmental...beautiful girl over anyone else who may had wanted her position. A small surge of hope shoots through him again. This is nothing like how he thought today would go.

"Want to see your room?"

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When Ana first entered the lab, with Agent Sharp yacking in her ear condescendingly, she had no idea how the day would go. She saw Bucky Barnes sitting patiently, if rather skittish, on her desk. She had no idea if it was due to his first day, or the guards on the second level watching him with subtle, sharp vicious eyes. She saw them idling about, but Ana knew how focused they truly were. Of course no one in the room was going to just let the Winter Soldier sit unguarded. It churned her stomach the wrong way.

She just hopes she didn't come off too strong. Though she figured jumping in with her quirky way of doing things was better than walking on eggshells. Captain Rogers told her to do exactly that, so she did, and if Steve gave her permission, then who was she to refuse. She could've held back on the coffee bit though. No one seems nearly as excitable about coffee as she does.

As Ana leads Bucky to his room, she feels a light buzz in her blood, prickles softly at her skin. She tampers it down, locks the sensation away for another time. She has been a little worried since meeting him, if only because she doesn't want Bucky believing she has ulterior motives. She doesn't, she really hopes she can convey that. Sooner rather than later, but the nervousness makes her own energy and emotions act up. She does what she does best, and pushes them aside for the moment.

Ana reaches their destination, opening the door. Bucky glances around the spacious room, with two windows that face the woods and an en-suite. The bed frame, with its black headboard, dawns a queen-sized mattress raised off the dark hardwood flooring, with four pillows and a dark blue comforter. There’s a single dresser pressed against the opposite wall, a desk opposite and a closest adjacent to that. The electronics on the wall look advanced, sleek, standing out against the light gray walls.

“This is for me?” Bucky inquires quietly, bypassing her and stepping in further.

“Yes. It’s not much, since people are greedy and took the rooms closer to the kitchen. I hope it’s okay,” Ana notices the way his eyes flit around the room, expression calm yet calculating.

He’s looking for exits.

“There’s also a way to escape via the bathroom window in the shower,” She tells him casually.

He turns to give her a quizzical look.

“It’s wide enough to lift yourself up and push it out. I just hope that won’t be necessary. This room is yours for as long as you want it to be. I know it must be hard to settle here, to believe that nothing and no one is after you. But I hope this place can be a safe haven for you one day.”

“Are you sure you can’t read minds?” He quips, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m just very perceptive. Comes with what I do,” Ana shrugs.

Bucky hums understanding. His face twitches for a moment, like he’s self-conscious about something. ”I don’t have many possessions."

"I think Steve said he'll help with that," She points to the closet. "By the way, that backpack of yours is in there."

There's a split second of a break in Bucky's expression, relief flooding his blue eyes. He goes to open the closet door, finding his backpack suspended on a hanger. Ana is content to watch him as he unzips the bag, and rummages through it. Whatever he had in there is important and holds meaning to him.

She watches the muscles of his back shift, the tension in his shoulders from earlier have subsided a little. Ana's phone buzzes in her back pocket. She pulls it out, checking the message she received.

She clears her throat. "I have to go now."

Bucky looks over his shoulder at her, as if he forgotten she was there.

"You're welcomed to explore the area or stay here, or nap,” She suggests. “Whichever. We usually have dinner around, well, depends on who is cooking. Six-thirty or seven. I'll see you then?"

Bucky blinks, his arm still in the bag. "Thank you,” He sounds sincere, if a little shy.

Ana flashes her friendliest smile. Her goal for the moment is to make him feel as welcomed as she can. She gives a little wave, backs up and bumps into something. She glares at the object.

"That's a door," She states obviously. "Right. See you later." She ignores the amused smirk Bucky gives her, and leaves, quietly shutting the door behind her.

While she's walking down the hall, she looks at her phone again. Steve has requested a briefing with her regarding the Deprogramming Sessions. She makes her way out to the living compound, heading down the walkway that will lead to the facility.

As first time meetings go, that one with Bucky went pretty well. Minus her irritation at Agent Sharp. She hopes Bucky over looks that, and that the energy within that moment remained calm, positive. For him.

She ends up having a long phone conversation with Pepper after the meeting. To which her cousin informed her that Tony kept certain information from her about who was leading the Deprogramming Sessions. Ana reassures Pepper that she is fully capable of handling it. It doesn't stop the apprehension in her chest though, the dark cloud of her past looming in the confides of her mind.

They had fallen silent after that, and Ana senses that Pepper knows she isn't 100% sure about it either. Not yet at least. It's just, the last time she even considered toying with the idea that she could help someone, it didn't end well. Pepper insists it isn't her fault, but Ana will forever blame herself.

Before they hung up, Pepper wished her all the luck and made her promise to visit soon. Ana is left with a bittersweet notion of that promise. She doesn't think she will be able to leave for a while, and she misses her cousin. She's the only close family member she has, being Ana's father's niece. Distant family members are scattered across the country and Puerto Rico but they don’t speak to each other often.

Ana sits up from the lounge chair on the rooftop, overlooking the lush trees. The wind is a little heavy today, but it feels nice. It's not bitterly cold like it was a month ago. It says Spring is around the corner, and soon the temperatures will being to warm again. She sits there just enjoying the view and the sounds of nature for a while longer. When her phone tings with a text informing her that dinner is ready, Ana gets up.

She walks over to the trap door across from the main roof entrance, pulling it open. Carefully, she makes her way down the small latter, and hops down the last step into her room through the window. She was very excited she got a room with roof access. Gives her an escape when emotions, energy and people get too much. She plugs her phone in, and exists her room

Being that her room is the last one down the long hallway, Ana passes three more bedrooms. They're all spread out far enough that it makes for good privacy. She passes Wanda's room, then Sam's because he wanted the middle one with the giant window, the diva. The last room she passes before the hall turns left towards the lounge area, is the newly occupied one.

The door to Bucky's new room is closed, and she debates if she should knock or not. Ana can smell the food from where she's standing, which means he can certainly smell it too. Maybe he chose to get settled rather than meet a rather boisterous group of people. Who he has probably fought with before...right. It makes sense.

Ana continues walking, makes it to the end of the hall, then turns back. She's going to invite him anyway because she wants him to feel welcomed. This is his home now, he shouldn't feel ostracized.

"I already told him," Steve says from behind her. Ana turns again. "Said he just wants an early night in."

“Alright,” Ana sighs in understanding. She walks up to Steve, hooking her arm with his. "Did Sam make lasagna?"

"Yeah," Steve chuckles as they walk into the lounge. "Opened that new bottle of red too."

"Goddammit, Wilson!" That’s her bottle of red wine.

A heartily laugh echos around the room.

Nearly two hours passed after dinner, Ana and Wanda cleaning up the last of the dishes. There's a plate set aside with two pieces of lasagna, some salad and garlic bread. The bread and lasagna are still warm from sitting in the food warmer, Ana having added the salad after she took it out. Her eyes drift over to the hallway, digging her teeth into her bottom lip.

"Just go give it to him already," Wanda speaks up, nudging her elbow. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

"What if he's sleeping?" Ana glances at the clock. It's only a quarter past eight.

"If he doesn't answer, then just leave it in the fridge. He'll find it."

"I just want him to feel accepted."

"Let him feel accepted by you first, that's the important thing, yes? Plus, his energy feels off. Being around us tonight would've made him more nervous."

"You feel that too?"

Wanda levels her with an unimpressed look. "You feel it tenfold, Ana. Don't pretend."

"I'm trying to tamper it down. He doesn't know about it yet."

"Not something you talk about upon a first greeting?" She teases.

Ana rolls her eyes. "Right. Because going, ”Hey, I'm an Energy Alchemist and Empathetic Healer which means I can feel every single one of your emotions and feelings without your permission”, would be a great way to start that off. Good trust building tacit right there."

Wanda's fingers glow for a moment and a crumpled napkin hits Ana in the face. "Don't be a smart ass. You don't do it without people's permission. Give yourself some credit. Just go bring him food."

Ana throws the napkin back at her, but her friend just sends it to the trash. Wanda is right though. Ana is stalling and she doesn't really know why. Maybe it feels a little like invading his privacy on the first night by knocking on his door. Something is hovering from the corner of her eye, Ana glares.

"Fine! I'll bring him dinner." She grabs the floating, red glowing plate from mid air.

"Finally. You've wanted to all night. I'll finish up here." Wanda offers.

Ana smiles at her. She grabs a clean napkin, a knife and fork as well, and heads towards the hallway. She can see that Sam's door is closed, but the soft music emitting from it says he is still up. Everyone else seemed to beg off early as well, and that makes for a nice quiet night.

Once she reaches the door to Bucky's room, she takes in a short breath. She exhales, gently tapping her knuckles against the wood. He doesn't answer. Ana listens for a few moments, hears nothing but silence. She tries once more, knocking a little harder. If he doesn't answer, then she'll just put the food away.

Nothing. Ana turns, taking a few steps down the hall when she hears the door click open. She whirls back around, smiling at Bucky's head poking out from the small gap.

"I brought you dinner, in case you were hungry," She informs, closing the space between them to hand him the plate.

Bucky opens the door wider, he's wearing soft gray sweatpants and a black tee shirt. With a tentative smile, he accepts the plate. His hair is pushed back behind his ears, and he looks sleepy. Like he really was going to bed early.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" Ana questions. She'd feel bad.

"Nah, I was just..." Bucky trails off, like he doesn’t know he should say the next words. "Writing."

Ana doesn't press. "Alright, well, enjoy."

"Thank you."

"Sam made it, so thank him if it's good."

"I meant for today," Bucky clarifies. "Just...thank you."

She doesn't know exactly what he's thanking her for, but she smiles anyway. "Of course. See you tomorrow?"

"Seven?"

"Who the hell is up at seven in the morning?" Ana scoffs, offended. "Why would anyone willing get up that early?"

Bucky chuckles. "Not a morning person?"

"Not even a little. Nine. Nine o'clock."

"Nine it is then."

Ana huffs, muttering. "That's still too early."

"Goodnight, Ana."

"Goodnight," She grins at him.

Turning on her foot, she heads towards her room. Ana hears the door close quietly behind her. Despite her nerves of the entire day, she doesn't think it could have gone better.

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