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Hell Hath No Fury - Chapter 1

Hell Hath No Fury

BrenPaidhi

Summary:

Leading a double life is complicated when one of those lives is a superhero, two double lives (and two superheros) even more so. Add a third (or is it a fifth) life in the form of an NYPD Lieutenant, and you understand what Trish Walker, Beth Kane and Lt. Rita Ortiz learned some time ago: Life in the big city can be hell.

Copyright © 2022

This work is rated Mature because of some explicit descriptions of sex in Chapters 16, 25, 42 and 44.

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Notes:

What's in a name? That which we call a rose, blah, blah, blah. It turns out when you have to take fictional cities and translate them into real ones, names are important; at least the real names.

Metropolis is a no-brainer. The Big Apple. Gotham is a bit more problematic. It has been used to refer to NYC, but in the comics it seems to be in New Jersey. For this story, however, I prefer to place it in Chicago since The Windy City stands in for the home of The Dark Knight in the movies. Star City is Seattle (natch), but Central City is a bit more vague so I chose St. Louis for the home of S.T.A.R. labs and the residence of the fastest man on Earth. Other locations will be translated as the need arises. Anyone who has objections to my version of mapping, please suspend your disbelief for the time it takes you to read and, I hope, enjoy this version of reality.

One more note: You fill find several sections of dialogue that are not in English. Those sections are linked to their English translation. Those of you who are reading on a PC can simply hover your mouse over the section to see the translation. If you are reading from a mobile device just press and hold the link to see the translation.

I include song lyrics in several chapters. Those songs are important since they help convey what the characters are feeling, and some of them may be familiar to you. Where I could I have included links to the songs themselves, and I encourage any reader to click the link, listen, and enjoy.

Patricia Walker, Hellcat, Kyle Richmond and Nighthawk are the intellectual property of Marvel Comics.

Elizabeth Kane, Alice, Julia Pennyworth and Carmine Falcone are the intellectual property of DC Comics.

Rita Ortiz, John Irvine, Joe Slovak and Ray Quinn are the intellectual property of Steven Bochco Productions and 20th Century Fox Television

This is a work of non-commercial fan fiction and not intended for, or to be used for, commercial purpose.

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Chapter 1: Don't look a gift horse...

Trish positioned the final ice pack on her right knee and wrapped it with an elastic bandage, just like she had the other two.

She lay back on her bed, inhaled deeply and slowly, eyes closed, and enjoyed the complete lack of motion for several seconds.

She did not open her eyes as she spoke.

"Alexa set a fifteen-minute timer."

"Fifteen minutes," the female voice replied, "starting now."

The bed was not the only piece of furniture in the one-room studio apartment. There was a chair, an end table, and a small desk. Trish could visualize the entire apartment and its contents without opening her eyes. It would take her less than a minute to list all the other contents of the small room. One place setting, one set of silverware, and two glasses, all bought from Goodwill, like the small table lamp, the Degas print of a dancer mounted on the wall just above her head, and the two framed photos of the couple that anyone who visited here would assume were the parents of Kathy Rambler, the woman who had signed the apartment lease, whose name was displayed through the cellophane windows on the envelopes that sat on a counter in the small kitchen.

If that hypothetical someone were to observe the woman, clad only in underwear and a tank top, who lay beneath the framed print of a woman dancing on pointe, the woman with ice packs on her right knee, left shoulder, and left wrist, and bruises on her right rib cage and shoulder, there would be no mistaking the figure of an elite dancer, unless they were to mistake it for the figure of an elite gymnast or an elite fighter. Any and all of those were true, even though it had been years since the woman lying still with her eyes closed had put on a pair of pointe shoes or taped her wrists to protect them during her sixty-second bar routine.

Trish's eyes opened at the sound of her timer expiring.

"Alexa, stop."

Trish knew she should get up, put the ice packs back in the freezer, clean her suit, and take a shower before leaving this small refuge for the slightly larger one three floors up. She should at least get up and close the window she had used as her entrance thirty minutes ago, but she lacked the will to move.

Fuck it, I might just sleep here tonight,  she thought.

She had done it before when the aches and pains reached a certain point and only responded to bourbon and ibuprofen. For those occasions, she kept a dark wig and a pair of sunglasses in the apartment, just in case anyone saw her leave and wondered why Trish Walker was coming out of Kathy Rambler's apartment. She could always say that Kathy was her girlfriend, but that opened her up to invitations for both of them and excuses why Kathy could not attend.

Sorry, my fictional alter ego has a prior engagement kicking the living shit out of the New York underworld tomorrow night.

Trish's eyes settled on the goldenrod ( it's not yellow, dammit, how many fucking times do I have to tell you? ) ballistic hyper mesh formfitting suit which lay where she had dropped it on the floor. She knew the blood would easily wash off. But the sweat-soaked absorbent liner was already beginning to smell up the apartment with that combined vinegar and ammonia smell that told her she was eating more protein than her body could metabolize.

She was thirty-seven years old as of one week ago. Trish knew she couldn't keep acting like she was still in her twenties, but her body was very good at reminding her when she forgot. Her natural ability to heal much quicker than the average person, which had helped her through her dancing, gymnastics, and fighting phases, had slowed down but was still there, as were her natural physical abilities.

"You have a gift," Kay had said to her one day after class at SAB, "I have been doing this long enough that I know a star when I see one. You have a bright future ahead of you."

That was only days before 911, back when the world was different. Before Hellcat was even a thought in her mind.

"If you go down this road, you don't get to come back afterward," Hank had said a few months afterward when she had convinced him that she was committed to a future that Kay had not predicted for Trish.

"None of us get to go back. There's no back to go back to."

"That made almost no sense," he said.

"Fuck you."

Hank's smile was all the answer she needed.

Trish looked towards the kitchen, where she kept the bourbon and ibuprofen. The suit lay on the floor halfway in between.

"Dammit," she groaned as she rolled to her side and sat up.

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Add a Classy Touch to Your Home

Adding some colorful floor cushion to your space will instantly lift the mood. They serve several purposes and are stylish to boot. These decorative pillows are perfect for lounging on the couch or in the bedroom, however they may also liven up your porch or deck for weekend family fun.

It is possible to find floor cushions australia for the house in a wide range of materials, forms, and hues. They can be made from safe, velvety fabrics and fashioned into cute animal designs that youngsters will love. For those with more refined tastes, they can be found in vintage elaborate styles. They can also be understated in their beauty. Polyester, velvety corduroy, wool, sumptuously rich faux suede, and faux leather were just some of the options.

Not only can Moroccan floor cushion give a soft place for kids to relax, but they can also be used as extra seating or as a foot rest. They are a great way to soften the impact of your home's harsh flooring.

Extra-large or humongous pillows with bright, eye-catching patterns such as patchwork or quirky geometrics might be as pleasing to the eye as they are to the body. Soft cotton, silk, wool, or even more exotic fabrics can be used to create floor cushions that not only provide extra comfort but also complement your existing furniture and decor.

In order to create a uniform aesthetic throughout a space, some homeowners choose to have floor cushions and White Ottoman produced to order. Even in compact quarters, a textured or brightly colored floor cushion may make a big impact. Repeating fabrics and patterns in custom ones is a great way to tie a room together.

Large floor cushions are not just appropriate in the house, but also in public spaces where people spend a lot of time sitting or lying on the floor, such as a daycare or preschool.

Obviously, it is challenging to decorate a small bedroom. There is usually not much to do besides sleep. If your bedroom is so little that you cannot even fit a chair in there, you may have all the privacy you need. You can either sit on the bed or lie down on it. However, with the right selection of pillows, you can transform your sleeping area into a comfortable seating space. A wall-mounted reading lamp, some mirrors, and a relaxing book can turn any space into a sumptuous retreat.

Creating Cozy Areas on the Floor

When we were kids, we used to love stretching out on the floor to play video games or watch television. However, as we get taller, this starts to feel less natural. This issue can be fixed by using the proper cushions and carpets. Keeping these tips in mind can make it simple to welcome youthful visitors to your house. Having soft cushions to sit on while working on a large project on the floor is a terrific idea. Rearranging photo albums, wrapping presents, interacting with animals or a newborn, and folding clothes are all examples of such activities.

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5 Hacks for Maximizing Small Spaces

A new year is a chance to do new things. We buy new exercise machines, try out new hair colors and make commitments to budget for the first time. (Or is that just us?) It’s also a great time to do something new with your home in the form of a renovation. If you have a small space in your home, you might think your options are limited. But here are 5 hacks for maximizing small spaces that you can employ to get the most out of your room.  1. Embrace Mirrors Oversized mirrors are a great way to make your space feel bigger than it actually is. Don’t be afraid to use multiple mirrors in different sizes, as they not only expand how big a space looks, but can also serve as attractive accent pieces that really bring a room together. The mirrors can be square, circular, multi-paned or custom, so choose a style that fits your theme for the space. 2. Mount Other Decor Another hack to maximize small spaces is to mount more items on the wall than you might think. Instead of art, consider hanging a television or monitor so it isn’t taking up valuable desk space. From cabinets and shelves to chairs and even desks, you can hang pretty much anything with the right equipment and anchor points. Just make sure you measure everything, consider the weight ratings of mounting devices and choose whether to mount or inset displays. (It wouldn’t hurt to get a professional’s opinion, either.) 3. Rent an On-Site Storage Container What do you do with all of your belongings while you’re reorganizing your small space? Most people either use up a room in another area of their house (which is inconvenient) or rent a traditional storage unit, but there are more options these days. A portable storage container, for example, can be delivered to the location of your choosing, which includes your house. Keep a container on site for as long as you’re renovating your space and give the portable storage container company a call when you’re ready to have it picked up again. 4. Invest in Multifunctional Furniture Consider what you can consolidate when considering hacks to maximize small spaces. You don’t really need both shelves and an on-wall storage cabinet in a small space. The latter will do just fine, if you get the right model. When you combine functions in one piece of furniture, it frees up the rest of your small space. If you have an ottoman, for example, make sure it has storage. Or you could invest in a murphy bed, which folds up when not in use and acts as a desk. Get creative and you’ll find solutions that meet multiple purposes for your home space. 5. Prioritize Lighting Finally, an often-overlooked piece of the small-space puzzle is lighting. It’s more important than you might think and can make a drastic difference in a room. By balancing soft and hard lighting in ideal locations, you can even make a space appear bigger and draw the eyes where you want (e.g. corner lights, vertical floor lamps, etc.). Don’t forget about natural light, either!These hacks will help you maximize your small space, but it’s even easier with a portable storage container. To get started or obtain a no-obligation quote, call us at 972-438-2726. Read the full article

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Visual Acuity projector

A Visual Acuity projector is a device that is used to help the vision of people who are blind or have low vision. It is a type of device that projects an image in front of the user, creating the illusion of sight. The device uses a series of mirrors to project an image on to a screen or wall. This image can be as simple as a pattern or as complex as a video.

Visual Acuity is a project that was created to help the visually impaired. This project is a camera attached to a projector. The camera takes a picture of your face and projects it on a screen for you to see. You can also take pictures with your phone and send them to the Visual Acuity project.

There are many benefits to using a visual acuity projector. It can help you to read the fine print on a product label or even watch TV without straining your eyes. The visual acuity projector uses an LED light source that has been specifically designed for people with low vision. This is because LED light bulbs don't require any additional lenses to project light, which makes them less expensive and also more portable. The visual acuity projector can be used as a portable device or can also be mounted on a wall in your home.

Optotypes are a device that is used to view an image or written word. They were created by a man named Albert Einhorn in 1884 and were originally used to help people with vision problems such as dyslexia or those who are blind. There are many different types of optotypes that are used today and they can be found in the library, school, doctor's office, and even in your own home. Optotypes can be made out of paper, plastic, or metal. They are usually square or rectangular and are designed for one eye only.

The Optotypes projector is an educational tool that helps individuals who are blind or visually impaired to see. It is a portable device that projects images onto a surface that can be viewed by the user. It is most commonly used in classrooms, homes, and other places where it is difficult for the user to see. The projector uses a camera to capture images from a computer and a beam splitter to project them onto a surface. The images can be projected onto a wall, whiteboard, or even your hand.

Visual Acuity LCD is a device that can help people with vision impairment. It uses a camera to take a picture of the person's eye and then has a software program that can convert the picture into text. The text is then read by the person who is using the device. This is a great tool for anyone who has trouble reading text or writing because it does not require any special software or apps to be able to use.

LCD stands for "Liquid Crystal Display" and is used for flat-panel displays. LCD monitors are thin and lightweight and are becoming more popular as they have a wide range of uses. They are more efficient than CRT monitors and have a much better image quality. LCD monitors are also available in different sizes, ranging from 8 inches to 30 inches.

The LCD is a device that has revolutionized the way people view technology. It is a thin, flat screen that is primarily used for television, computer, and other electronic devices. In order to project images onto the LCD screen, the device uses a light-emitting diode (LED) light source. These LEDs are found inside of the LCD screen and they are used to create the image you see on the screen. There are two types of LEDs found in LCDs, an organic LED (OLED) and a cold cathode fluorescent lamp (CCFL). The difference between these two LEDs is how they emit light. An OLED emits light through individual pixels, while a CCFL emits light through a sheet of glass which covers all of the pixels.

I have always loved science, but I never thought I would be using one of my many inventions to put on an eye-catching show. It was a long process of trial and error, but when I finally got the projector to work the way I wanted, it was worth all the hard work. The projectors are very easy to use, and anyone can learn how to use them in less than 30 minutes. They can create hundreds of different patterns and displays that would make any party a success.

The Visual Acuity Projector is a device that can be used to help with eye health. The projector is intended to help with reading and other tasks that require close up and detailed vision. The projector consists of two lenses, one for each eye, which are mounted on a stand so they can be adjusted to the user's eyes. The lenses are then fitted over the user's glasses so they will fit comfortably.

The Visual Acuity Projector is a neat tool that you can use to look at objects that are too far away to be seen. It is a magnifying lens with a tube in the middle which projects an image onto the wall in front of it. This makes it so that you can see things that are too far away to see with your naked eye, such as insects or plants.

If you are planning on getting a vision test, you should make sure you get the most accurate results possible. Vision test software can be a very helpful tool when it comes to getting your eyes checked, but it can be expensive. If you're not sure if this is the right tool for you, use an app like Eye Test Pro to learn more about what vision test software can do for you and how it can help with your vision.

Vision Test Software is a great tool for anyone who is looking to improve their vision. This software is specifically for the PC, but it can be downloaded onto a Mac or iPad. Vision Test Software is easy to use, and it includes a comprehensive test for your eyesight. It has a detailed report that includes your current vision and how you might improve it. The software also includes practice tests so that you can improve your vision before taking the real test.

Vision test software is a useful tool for people who are interested in learning more about their eyes. Many people have vision tests done at the doctor's office and then they have to go home and wait for the results to come back. With vision test software, you can get your results instantly and you can print them out or save them to your phone. You will also be able to see what glasses you might need if you have a prescription.

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Creating the Ultimate High-Tech Hangout Room

Everyone needs an isolated space in their home where they can relax. It’s not uncommon for people to want some breathing room from their friends, family members, or coworkers. After all, sometimes, you’ve got to let your hair down and unwind from the troubles of daily life.

As a result, homeowners will often create a segregated space within their homes where they can disconnect from the outer world, freeing their minds from external influences. You’ll often hear male friends refer to this space in their homes as a man cave.

While a man cave is more suited for isolation, there’s no reason you can’t create a hangout room to invite guests, friends, and family members to join you for a fun day or evening.

Considering we live in a world where technology reigns supreme, you’ll probably want to ensure this room has high-tech audiovisual solutions. Otherwise, your guests of honour might get bored.

This room can also be a cosy, inviting place where you can hang out with your children and spouse. Regardless of your definition for such a room, you’ll want to allocate available space to a hangout lounge. If that’s the case, continue reading.

The Anatomy of Creating a High-Tech Hangout Lounge

Here are the secrets to creating a high-tech hangout lounge. They include:

Having a Phenomenal Audio Setup

TheLithe Audio Passive Speaker is a great option. The in-ceiling loudspeaker provides powerful and clear sound. In addition, it features a Kevlar woven woofer cone that delivers smooth, uncoloured mids. The speaker also has a high-quality rubber surround, ensuring consistent performance for years.

Other viable options include the ATON A60C in-ceiling speaker,theATON A62ST in-ceiling speaker, and the KEF Ci160TR Ultra Slim Speaker.

A Large Screen for Viewing Shows, Movies, and Sporting Events

A high-tech hangout room is meant to be enjoyed with friends, family members, etc. It’s where you watch movies and shows with your children or sporting events with your friends while sipping beer. You’ll want to select a large screen for your hangout room.

Homeowners generally have two options. They can either opt for projectors or TVs. You’ll need to evaluate your room’s specifications, size, and ambient lighting before you proceed. A small room with ambient lighting is better suited for a TV. However, you’ll want to opt for a 4K UHD projector if you don’t have ambient lighting and sufficient space because projectors can project images up to 300 inches. They also cost cheaper per inch than televisions as you go larger

TheEpson EH-TW7000 is an impressive and affordable 4K Ultra HD projector perfect for your media consumption. It features a 3000 lumens bulb that makes it usable in dark settings and well-lit rooms. The projector also provides an excellent contrast ratio of 40000:1 and has a long lamp life of over 5000 hours.

Likewise, theEpson EH-TW7100 is an upgrade on the TW7000. While the TW7100 is slightly more expensive, it offers a significantly higher contrast ratio of 100000:1. In addition, it also has a substantially higher screen size, capping out at 500 inches.

The Accompaniments for Your Large Screen

Viewing angles is always an issue when selecting a television. You’ll probably want to have your television at eye level when seated. However, what if you wish to lie down on your furniture or watch your favourite show or movie while standing? The television’s viewing angle becomes an issue. You’ll need to get a motorised bracket or a lift mechanism in such instances.

The Surface Mounted Ceiling Hinge TV Lift System is perfect for homeowners with limited space. This TV lift system can be retrofitted to any ceiling type. The TV pops up from the ceiling, giving you optimal viewing angles. The ceiling TV lift supports screen sizes up to 46 inches.

The Future Automation FSE90 Motorised Swivel Flat Screen Wall Mount is excellent for TVs between 23 and 40 inches. It provides a full 90-degree swivel in either direction, making it the ideal choice to get the optimal viewing experience.

Homeowners with limited space in their bedroom can also get the Future Automation UBL Under Bed TV Lift. It’s a unique product that hides your flat-screen TV underneath the bed when not in use.

The Future Automation Ceiling Hinge with Swivel TV Lift System CHRS is the perfect lift mechanism that might appeal to homeowners. It supports TVs between 32 to 65 inches. The Future Automation Ceiling Hinge rotates a full 180 degrees and also hinges downward through 90 degrees.

Likewise, you might want to opt for a projector instead of a television for your high-tech hangout room. Projectors are an excellent option if you’re looking for a screen size over 80 inches since most larger-sized TVs cost more per inch than projectors. In that case, you can’t expect to stack your projector atop boxes or books. You’ll need a projector lift to get the optimal viewing angle.

The Saphire SAPPL04 Lift Mechanism is an ideal option for smaller projectors. It has a 190mm height and a maximum lift range of 1000mm. People with larger-sized projectors can opt for the Future Automation PD3.5 Lift Mechanism, the market leader for most home viewing projects.

Other options also include the Screen Internation SI-100 and SI-200 projector lifts. The SI-100 is a motorised projector lift with an 815mm total drop. It’s ideal for installing above the ceiling. The SI-200 has a maximum total drop of 1724mm, making it ideal for larger rooms.

Get Started with AV Installs

Enjoying your high-tech hangout room is easier than ever with the right setup customised to your room’s setting. Getting the best audiovisual installation services can take your setup to the next level. Whether picking projector installation services or installing a new TV, AV Installs has the experience to help you build a great high-tech hangout room. They include all the necessary products such as TV lifts, ceiling recessed projector lifts, motorised TV brackets, etc. They provide nationwide services, including servicing areas like Shropshire, Cheshire, Powys, and more.

Visit their website for more information. Alternatively, contact them to create your hangout room today!

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About You

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anonymous: Y’know that scene at the end of pirates of the Caribbean 3 where Elizabeth puts her foot on the rock and will just worships her? Can I please get (something) like that with EZ or Bishop? Maybe with soft smut please? If that’s okay?

Warnings: 18+ as fuck, language, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, EZ being the way that he is

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Maybe once a month I’m in the headspace to write smut and babyyyyy this was it. Loved everything about this request. It is my goal as a writer to be able to write the kind of yearning and tension that defines the entire relationship between Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann. I just. I can’t even articulate. This was my feeble attempt to channel even some of that beauty. Hope you enjoy! xo

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It’d been quiet between the two of you for a while, the only sound in the room coming from the television mounted to the wall across from your bed. EZ was sitting back against the headboard, working his way through another book that he’d borrowed from Felipe. You were sprawled across the bed, legs draping over his so that your bodies formed a t shape. You could feel the cotton of his sweatpants against the backs of your legs, the only thing that he wore since he’d shed his shirt almost as soon as he’d gotten him. The two of you were dressed in opposites—all you had on was an old, baggy t-shirt and a pair of underwear underneath. When you weren’t watching him, your attention went back and forth between your phone and the TV. It was comfortable, an easy end to a long week for the both of you.

EZ had managed to rest the book perfectly against your bent legs. You found yourself smiling every time you looked over at him, unable to hide the fact that the whole setup amused you. Every now and then he would fidget with the necklace hanging from his neck. Each time he reached to turn the page of his book, you could feel the light pressure against the side of your calf and it made you smile even if you weren’t watching him do it.

His hand came to rest on your thigh and you flinched slightly, not having expected the contact. You lifted your head from the mattress to see if he was looking at you, or was about to say something, but his eyes were still glued to the page in front of him. Smiling to yourself, you returned your attention to the movie on the television.

The minutes ticked by and you could feel your eyes growing heavy. You tossed your phone to the side, allowing yourself to relax and let your eyes drift shut, legs still arched over EZ’s. His hand was still resting on your thigh, warmth seeping from his palm into your skin as he continued to read. A sleepy smile was etched into your features as you focused on that sensation rather than the noise from the television, or the light coming from the bedside lamp.

You were halfway to falling asleep when you felt his hand start to wander. You let out a hum of approval as his fingers trailed down your thigh, over your knee, and down your calf. The light pressure from his book against the side of your leg was gone and you had to assume that he was done for the night, hence his roaming fingers. You didn’t mind it in the slightest.

Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your knee. The smile on your face grew as he began to apply just a little more pressure as he ran his hands along the muscles of your legs, relief coming from his movements against you, but you couldn’t deny that it was replacing your drowsiness with an entirely different feeling.

Opening your eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows so you could look at him better. His eyes didn’t meet yours, though—he was too busy raking his eyes over your exposed legs, fixated like he’d never had the good fortune to see them before. You found yourself dragging your teeth along your bottom lip as you watched him, letting you a content sigh when he kissed your leg again.

The tiny moan that slipped past your lips as he easily worked through a knot in your calf was what got him to look over at you. He didn’t smile, per se, but you could see the happiness and contentment in the relaxed expression on his face.

The two of you looked at each other for a long moment before he peeled his eyes away from yours, lifting your legs and pulling his out from underneath yours. You were about to be disappointed with the change before you realized that he was just resituating himself so that he was kneeling, facing you. Running his hands up your shins, his palms resting on your knees. His eyes slowly traveled up your entire body, and only when he finally made it back up to your eyes, did he slowly and easily push your legs apart. Your breath caught in your throat, freezing beneath the weight of his gaze and the ease with which he maneuvered your body.

His hands slid halfway up your thighs before his grip tightened just slightly. You bit down on your lip in anticipation, unable to pry your eyes away from his. With what seemed like no effort at all, he pulled you closer to him, your legs caging his in as his hands wandered farther and farther up your thighs. His eyes dropped, following his hands as they roamed over your skin, and you were helpless to do anything besides watch him take you in.

Leaning down, he braced one hand on either side of your head. His lips hovered mere centimeters from yours, and you were practically shaking with anticipation. You caught the smirk on his face for all of a second before he closed the gap and kissed you. One hand found its way back to your thigh, fingers gripping tighter as his mouth continued to move against yours. Reaching up, you interlocked your hands behind his neck, more than content to just melt into him.

You fought the urge to whine when he pulled his lips off of yours, but he made up for it when he attached them to your neck instead. A soft moan slipped from you when you felt his teeth lightly graze along the sensitive skin there. You brought one hand up to cradle the back of his head, a wordless plea for him to continue what he was doing.

The hand that had previously been on your thigh crept up to the waistband of your underwear, fingers tangling themselves into the fabric before beginning to slide them down your legs with ease. Your body moved of its own accord, making it easier for him to remove them completely and toss them off to the side.

He gently cupped your face with the hand that was still resting by your head, leaning in to kiss you again as he applied just the slightest bit of pressure with the pad of his thumb, just enough to anchor himself to you. His other hand crept up your leg again at a tantalizingly slow pace. He’d hardly even touched you yet and you were already turning into a mess underneath him.

At the same moment his tongue slid to meet yours, he pushed his fingers into you, swallowing the moans that came out of you like they were his last meal. Your arms snuck their way underneath his, hands reaching over his shoulders and digging into them as his movements quickened. You arched into his touch, unable to think about anything other than all the ways his body was connected to yours.

When he pulled his lips off of yours, you couldn’t stop the soft whimpers that fell from your lips as you tried to catch your breath. It felt like an impossible feat when his fingers were still pulling you closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes fluttered shut, nails raking down his back as his steady rhythm nearly became too much.

Your fingers gripped the waistband of his sweats, attempting to push them down off of him, and all of his movements stopped. Your eyes opened, the sound that came from you was needier than you thought you were capable of. His eyes locked onto yours and he gave you the slightest shake of his head.

“This is about you,” the mild rasp in his voice made you shiver.

Your mind was halfway through coming up with some sort of protest, compromise, whatever it was still able to do, but those thoughts were dashed quickly when he kissed you again, teeth biting down on your bottom lip and giving it a pull as he made his way along your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and goosebumps in his wake. Your thighs clenched as he picked up the tortuous slow rhythm with his fingers again.

Your eyes had drifted shut again, just drinking in the feeling of being taken care of. They opened again, however, when you felt his lips brush against the inside of your thigh. The kisses he left were featherlight, but your body still responded to him immediately. You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin, knowing that he had you exactly where he wanted you. His tongue ran up the last stretch of your thigh until he reached your core, and your movements at that point were involuntary as you bucked into him, desperate for more contact. You felt the soft vibrations of his laughter against you as his mouth moved in tandem with his fingers, forever obsessed with just how needy he could render you.

“EZ,” never before had two letters sounded so desperate. Your hands landed on the back of his head, pushing him against you as much as you could, “Don’t fucking stop.”

He didn’t pull away from you to respond, instead looping his free arm around your thigh so that his hand could grip onto you, pulling you as tight to him as he could. Nothing was more encouraging for him than the feeling of your leg beginning to shake beneath the pads of his fingers, way your walls fluttered around him the closer you got. Your hands dropped to his shoulders, nails biting into the muscles there with no remorse.

There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your head as you came, unable to say anything past the choked moan that forced its way past your lips. EZ slid his fingers out of you, continuing to run his tongue through your soaked folds as he gently ran his hands along the soft skin of your thighs, your legs pliant, all the tension draining from your muscles as you came down from your high.

His lips strayed from your center, peppering the insides of each of your thighs with soft kisses before making his way back up to you, placing a fleeting kiss on your lips as you each tried to catch your breath. Your hands ran over his shoulders, much softer this time before linking behind his neck and pulling him into another longer but equally soft kiss. He hummed in contentment as your lips moved against his, your legs lazily draping around his waist once more.

Pulling his lips off of yours, your foreheads rested against each other’s. He could feel the fast thudding of your heartbeat as he laid chest-to-chest with you, and he couldn’t help but to smile. His hands began to wander, fingers leaving invisible trails behind them as they roamed. There was no agenda to it this time, just reveling in the fact that he got to be so close to you, to touch you like that. You took a deep breath before wrapping your arms tighter around him, pulling him into a hug of sorts.

“I love you,” the words were slightly muffled against your skin, but you could still feel how true they were.

Turning slightly, you pressed a kiss to the side of his head, “I love you too.”

[wonderbreadbucky]

Where It Blooms - 3

Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

reader needs to be protected at all costs, bucky would find you reading instructions interesting, steve is a nosy little brother, and the team loves reader very much

Chapter Description: You and Bucky get closer as time passes at the Compound. You're determined to help him catch up on everything he's missed, and he could listen to you for hours. But, one morning you aren't yourself and when Bucky talks to the team, he learns why.

warnings: mentions of depressive episodes, and nightmares. this is the calm before the storm. next chapter made me cry writing it guys

Word Count: 3,493

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As the weeks passed, you and Bucky have gotten closer. No one in the compound really expected it, surprised to find you two sitting on the couch as you talked about the show you were about to have him watch because “It is a capital crime to never watch ‘The Nanny’, Bucky!” That’s how the days went. You often stayed back from missions unless you were absolutely needed, per Tony and Steve, so you were a constant for Bucky in the compound. He would help you cook, which was another surprise for the rest of the team, because when you were cooking it was your kitchen, and anyone in there would be chased out with a wooden spoon. Thor learned that lesson too well after trying to sneak a taste of that week’s team dinner. To this day, he claims his knuckles still hurt from where you smacked him.

During the day, he often followed you around, helping you with minute tasks around your greenhouse and garden, claiming that he was interested in learning more about gardening, and in the evenings you both camped out on the common room couch, watching movies, and television shows, or just talking. Sometimes you sat in silence, books in both of your hands, sprawled across the couch. It was calm, and Bucky liked it that way.

One evening, you were rambling on about the music that he had missed, the decades of hit songs that he needed to hear. Your eyes lit up in excitement, and you leapt to your feet.

“C’mon, Gramps. Time to get you educated.” You offer your hand to him, and slowly, he takes it. You pull him up with a force he didn’t expect from you, and you pulled him to the elevator. Even in the elevator, you didn’t let go of his hand, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky. He felt heat creeping up his neck at your closeness. Even after the weeks of growing closer, he was still flustered by your presence. That boy from Brooklyn and his lady-killing charm were nowhere to be found now.

When you reached your shared floor, you pulled him again, leading him toward your room. You opened it quickly, and only then did you let go. You walked in as he stopped, taking in the room around him. It was light, and open. Any open space adorned with plants and books, the stacks crawling up the walls like the vines beside them. Your walls were white, like his, but they were hidden behind pictures, travel posters, post cards, all plastered across the walls as if they were wallpaper. Your bed was large, covered with pillows, and blankets that looked so soft that Bucky’s hand almost reached out to touch them. He heard you shuffling something around and turned to look at you. You were knelt down flipping through something when he realized that what he was looking at before wasn’t even the half of it. In the center of the room was a living space. An old, eclectic couch sat at its heart. Two arm chairs at to one side, and on the other was a love seat. Large pillows were scattered on the floor, blankets draped on every seating option there. Side tables that sat lamps were littered with notebooks and plants. The wall across from your bed was covered by bookcases, stacked taller than you were, sat more books. CD’s, DVD cases, and VHS tapes were on the lower shelves, and in the middle of it all was a fireplace, and a television mounted just as his. You were looking at something on the bottom shelf when he finally decided to take a step in.

“Aha! This!” You stood up, holding it out proudly to him. It was a record, worn from its well loved years. “I absolutely have to show you this, it’s one of my favorites!” You bounce in your spot and Bucky smiles at this. You move off to the side and open the record player. It’s older, not one of the ones that became so popular in the revival of vinyl because “They can warp the record, Bucky!” And as you put the album on, strumming fills the room. You move over to him excitedly, pulling him in further and closing your door. You motion to the couch as you curl up onto an armchair.

“Rumours, Fleetwood Mac. It’s a cliché favorite, I know, but I grew up on this, and I want you to hear it!” You smile at him, and he smiles back. How could he not? He would listen to anything just to see you smile at him like that again, even that electronic music that he and Steve heard some man playing on the streets of New York that one time. He hated it, but if you wanted to listen to it, he’d deal with it for the rest of his life. You sat in silence as you both listened to the songs on the album, only moving to flip the record over. As the last song ends, and the player clicks to a stop, you look at him expectantly.

“Well?” You ask him, a tinge of nervousness slipping through at his silence.

“I… Really liked it.” He says with a smile.

“Really?”

“Really.” And with that you quickly join him on the couch.

“I’m so glad you liked it! You can really feel the emotions in the music. I mean, two of their members had been married, and then divorced after eight years, right? And two other members went through a really nasty break up and had written songs for this album about each other! Isn’t that crazy? I mean-“ And you went on and on, not that Bucky minded. Seeing you so happy brought a warmth to him that he didn’t know existed anymore. He watched as your eyes lit up, brows furrowing while talking about how dramatic the break up’s were, voice lowering as if the singers were right across from the two of you. You stopped suddenly. He looked into your eyes, and saw you smiling at him softly.

“You’re staring. I did it again, didn’t I? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble, I just get really excited sometimes-“

“No! I mean,” Bucky clears his throat. “I like listening to you.” You stared at him with wide eyes. “I think it’s amazing, how passionate you are. I like listening to you talk about this stuff. And the staring, you’re really adorable when you get excited.” Bucky blurted it out before he could overthink your reaction. The blush bloomed across your cheeks furiously, and you were convinced Bucky could feel it. You looked down, fighting back a smile. Bucky didn’t know whether or not he over stepped a boundary, but when you looked up at him, he felt that warmth all over again.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You spoke softly, a smile gracing your words.

“Anytime, Y/N.”

A silence fills the room, it’s not tense or unwelcome, it’s soothing, like all silences are with you. Bucky usually hated silence, it left him with his thoughts far too often and he favored the dull roar of a fan in place of it. With you, he loved it. He felt as if he could relax, let his guard down for once enjoy your presence. He could feel the heat of your skin from how close you had moved to him in your rambling, so close that if he moved his arm, he would graze yours. He shifted in his spot, to test this theory, and just that happened. He swore he felt a spark when he touched you, and his logic told him it was just static cling from the myriad of blankets surrounding the two of you. What he didn’t realize was you felt it too, more than just static. It stirred something inside of the two of you. You coughed and moved to the shelves again, trying to slow the thrumming in your chest.

“Okay, I showed you an album of mine, what’s one you like?” You shuffled around, carefully placing the record back in its casing and moving to flip through the records on the shelf. He stood up, knowing he shouldn’t have tested the waters with you. He stood away from you a bit, and looked at your collection. You really did have a bit from every decade.

“I’d rather listen to more from your favorites.” Bucky spoke carefully. You look at him shocked, and go to object. “I can’t, I can’t really remember much, just little flickers here and there of that time of my life. I want you to show me more of your music.” You close your mouth quickly, and give him a smile, and a nod. In a moment, music is flowing through the room, and you move to sit back down on the couch, patting the spot next to you. He sits quietly, not wanting to scare you off again. You turn to face him, making yourself comfortable.

“So, how’s your stay been so far?” You smile at him, and he feels himself relax.

The night goes on, you two talking about anything and everything. When he doesn’t have much to say on a topic, you take over. He watches you as you speak, your hands moving to enunciate every point you make.

It’s only when you begin yawning that you check the time. “Oh my god, I didn’t realize it was getting so late. I’m so sorry!” You stand quickly, going to put away your records. Bucky stands awkwardly, and you turn to face him. “You must be tired, I’m so sorry!” You walk toward him.

“No… No it’s fine, I enjoyed this.” He clears his throat. You smiled up at him, and motion for him to follow you to the door.

“Maybe we can do it again, then.” You look to the floor, and look back up at him. He smiles at you softly.

“I’d like that.” He moves to stand in the door, facing you. Your smile is soft, and he swears he saw your face redden underneath your hair. You cough and look up at him.

“Then we’ll do it.” “Good.” “…Good.” A warmth spreads through him at your words. And with that, he slowly backs into the hall.

“Goodnight, Doll.” Bucky smiles at you.

“Night, Bucky.” You softly close the door. He sighs contentedly, and turns to go to his room, when he sees someone. Steve stands, a ways down the hall. His hand is on the handle of his door, and he looks at Bucky with wide eyes. He takes a step towards him as Bucky moves to his door.

“Steve…” Bucky warns. But, this doesn’t stop him. He only picks up his pace and Bucky fumbles with his door to avoid the inevitable interrogation from Steve. “Steve, no!” He’s too late, as right when he goes to close his door, Steve jams his foot in between the door and the doorjamb. He quickly pushes his way through, and walks with a swagger that tells Bucky right away that he’s in for it.

“So…” Steve drags on, flopping down on the couch. “You and y/n?” And when he looks at him, the smug smirk is prominent.

“We’re just friends.” Bucky groans out.

“Friends, huh? Friends who hang out in each other’s rooms? All night?” Steve lifts a brow at him and Bucky rolls his eyes so hard that they could get stuck.

“She was showing me music, albums I missed.” Bucky dismisses it quickly, sliding his shoes off and making quick work with his socks.

“So you’re just friends, who sit in each other’s rooms all night, just… listening to music?”

“There was talking, too.” Bucky takes his belt off, adamant to change into his pajama’s and go to sleep, hoping Steve takes the hint and leaves. But, it’s Steve, and of course the hint flies right over his head and out of the window.

“You two have been getting very… close lately.” Steve observes airily, pretending to pick at the lint on the couch.

“And?”

“And, it’s just surprising is all.”

“Why is it surprising?” Bucky turns to look at him, his shirt in his hands.

“Because!” Steve answers childishly. “I didn’t expect it, is all. I’m happy for you, Buck. Really.”

“We’re just friends.” Bucky sighs at him.

“Sure, just friends who cuddle up on the couch together-”

“There is no cuddling.”

“-And cook dinner together,-”

“Since when is cooking an indication of anything?”

“With Y/N, it’s a big deal. And now you’ve moved your hang out sessions into her room? I mean, I don’t blame you her room is probably the coziest out of all of us, but I don’t know Buck, I’ve seen the way you look at her. I haven’t seen you like that since the 40’s.” Steve looks at him again, with a smirk.

“We are just friends, Steve. Okay? Nothing else.” Bucky throws his shirt into the corner of his room in punctuation of his finality on the subject. Steve sighs at this and stands up, and moves to his oldest friend. He sets a hand on his right shoulder and squeezes. Bucky sighs, and hangs his head.

“She makes me feel normal,” Bucky admits to him, so silently that even Steve struggles to hear it. “Like I’m not… me.”

“I’m happy for you, Buck. Truly, I am. I’m glad that you have-” He stops himself. “That you have another friend.”

Steve sits back down, and Bucky finally dresses in peace. Unbeknownst to the super soldiers, you stood outside of Bucky’s door. “Nothing else.” Heart aching with every thump, feeling stupid to even humor the idea that maybe, maybe your feelings weren’t unrequited. You took a deep breath, and stepped back into your room, hoping that a good night’s sleep will quell the burn in your chest.

--

Morning rolled around far too fast for your liking, it had been a week since you sat with Bucky in your room. Exhausted, you crawled your way out of your bed, and stood on weary feet. Your alarm clock flashed at you, as if mocking your exhaustion. 6:00 flickered across the screen. You smacked the clock, and make your way into your bathroom, turning the hot water on. You look in the mirror and cringe. The bags under your eyes are prominent. Your sleep was interrupted by nightmares left and right, something you would have to mention to your therapist. With a sigh, you strip down, hoping to wash yourself clean of the pains of last night. You scrub your skin until it’s flushed, washing your face and hair quickly. You wanted coffee. That was your only motivator to get you out of the shower, instead of just sliding down the wall and soaking in all of the hot water.

Soon enough, you’re dressed, comfortable shorts and a big tee shirt in place of the put together façade you usually put on. No dresses today, you were planning on taking the day for yourself, comfortable, and holed up in your bed for the foreseeable future. Your socks dragged across the floor, shuffling sluggishly into the kitchen. Steve was already there, coffee cup in one hand, newspaper balanced in the other, at the fridge was Nat, her short hair pulled half up. Wanda was fiddling at the stove, and the smell of bacon surrounded us in moments.

The sound of your shuffling alerts the three of them, and they lift their heads to see you. You don’t speak as you move to the coffee machine, grabbing a mug and placing it under the spout. You can’t see the trio exchanging looks behind you, knowing that usually you’re energetic in the mornings, always excited to get your day moving.

“Y/N…?” Steve is the first to break the silence. You’re hunched over on the counter, forearms digging into the quartz. “Rough night?” You nod without turning around, finishing making your coffee.

“Nightmares, again?” Wanda questions. She knows all too well about your nightmares, being wall neighbors, and on one occasion where you had shut down on yourself and the team had her tap into your mind to make sure you were okay. You weren’t mad at this, you knew it was only because they cared about you. You nod again, downing half of your coffee in one go. You didn’t mind the burn.

“Do you need anything?” Nat steps toward you, and you finally turn around. They get to see the full extent of how you look. The dark bags under your eyes are settled in. Your hair, still wet, laid on your shoulders limply. You stood with a hunch, the weight on your shoulders tearing you down brick by brick. You looked broken, exhausted from whatever had plagued you that night.

“I… I’m going to take the day to myself, if that’s okay Steve.” You spoke softly. They were relieved to hear you speak.

“Of course, Y/N.” He sat his coffee down as you started to shuffle your way out of the kitchen yet again.

“I’ll bring you some lunch later, okay?” Nat offered up. You nodded without turning, and continued to the elevator. As you moved, the doors slid open. Bucky looked up from his hand and smiled at you.

“Good morning, Y/N,” He started walking toward you. You smiled back as much as you could, and you thought it would pass with Bucky. His smile quickly morphed into a look of concern, eyebrows furrowing.

“Y/N? Doll, what’s wrong?” He reached out to stop you and you brushed him off.

“Just… not feeling great, Buck. I’m going back to my room.” You mustered the last smile you had left and moved into the elevator. The doors slid shut before he could say anything else. Confused, he made his way to the kitchen, where Natasha, Wanda, and Steve were all whispering. Bucky stopped, not expecting the two women to be there, and focused on Steve. His face mirrored Bucky’s concern for the girl upstairs.

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” Bucky moved to the coffee machine, following the steps that you had shown him on his first morning here.

“Nightmares, they’re coming back.” Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Nightmares?” Bucky looks between the members of the group. Natasha’s eyes light up in recognition, and she looks down at her Stark Watch.

“The anniversary is today, isn’t it?” Wanda asks her. Natasha nods and their shoulders drop.

“Anniversary of what?” Bucky asks with a little more force. He’s worried about you, and Steve notices. He lifts a brow at Bucky, who shakes his head. Steve clears his throat, getting back into the situation.

“The anniversary of us saving her, from the Hydra base. And the anniversary of…” Steve trails off. Bucky looks at the three of them, waiting for someone to finish. Natasha takes over for Steve.

“The anniversary of her family’s death.” She sighs out.

“Her family? I didn’t know-“

“She doesn’t talk about it much. Why would she? Who wants to relive the worst time of their life?” Wanda plates the bacon before she burns it, unable to focus any more on the minuscule task.

“What… what happened?” Bucky asks quietly. The group looks between each other, as if debating to tell him. Steve nods at the women in front of him and they nod in response.

“This time, a year ago now, we went to take down a Hydra base. It was routine really, but there were more agents there than usual. We couldn’t figure out why, but we made it through without a second thought. When… When we made it to the command room, we saw the reason. They had her, Y/N, in this cell and…” Steve stops. The memory is hard for him, growing to care for the girl so much that it hurts to think of the pain that they had put her through.

“Steve, do you want me to…” Wanda wiggles her fingers, and Bucky is confused. Steve nods, knowing that it’s the easiest way to tell him. “Bucky, I am going to tap into your mind, okay?” He goes to step back, an objection on his lips. “I’m not going to do anything, or look at anything. I promise you that.” Her sokovian accent slips through. “It is easier for us to… to show you just what happened that day. I have seen it through Steve’s perspective, and through Y/N’s.” Her fingers move and a red dust appears around them. “We will show you, this way.” She motions for him to sit down. Bucky glances at Steve in worry, but Steve only nods. Bucky moves to the seat, knowing that Steve wouldn’t do anything to harm him. “Close your eyes. I will show you.” And as her fingers move to his temples, flashes of memories flit through his vision.

And his heart aches.

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[ack3rlady]

The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 6

Sunshine

Summary: Reader finally goes back home to meet Levi & Luna and discovers the true reason behind her fallout with him.

Chapters: Five | Six | Seven

Master List

Warnings: Fem! Reader, Fluff, Spice - non-explicit , Modern AU

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

Inspiration: Shall We - Chen

Tags: @sooibian, @queenofcurse, @red-n-tall, @badbitxhbuckybarnes , @sweet-assh0le ; Anyone else who'd like to be tagged, please let me know!

Being at the patisserie today was difficult. You were exhausted after staying up all night in anticipation of how the day would go. The thought of returning to your old home that evening to see Levi and Luna combined with the revelation bombs that Hange had dropped on you yesterday had your heart in your throat for a good part of the day.

You were so distracted that a dozen eggs went flying from your hands when Miche tapped on your shoulder from behind during one of his usual visits, causing a huge mess on the kitchen floor. You had blown up at your new assistants Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie for looking at you wrong when they rushed to help with cleaning up the mess, after which Miche had officially ordered everyone to stay out of your way.

Your head rested on his shoulder, as you ate a ham and Swiss cheese sandwich, sat in the breakroom during lunch hour. Mikasa sat opposite you, quietly analyzing your body language, contemplating whether breaking the silence would be the correct choice to make. The television news anchor’s gibber-gabber played like white noise in the background while you chewed on the dry bread at a frustratingly slow pace, your eyes glued to the Aztec patterns on the ceramic backsplash beyond the sink. After hearing you sigh for the fourth time in three minutes, Miche decided to finally speak up.

“You do realize you’re not going to war, right? It’s just your little girl, not a titan. What has got you this terrified?”

He was right. Why were you overthinking this? Luna was your own daughter. She could never hate you, could she? Would she despise you for not being there for her for the last two months? What if she refused to see you today? What if she refused to see you at all? Your breathing began speeding up again.

“Oi!”, Miche jerked his shoulder and shook you out of your thoughts. “Stop worrying, will you? It'll be just fine.”

This resulted in another sigh from you and an eyeroll from the two.

Hours flew by in a matter of what felt like seconds. It was already time to leave for the much-awaited reunion. You assured Miche that you were okay to drive when he offered you a lift. Upon beginning on the familiar route you took every day for the last five years before you moved, memories of the long periods you spent stuck in traffic, longing to see your family after an exhausting day at work flashed before your eyes. Unlike then, you were hoping to be stuck in it today, just so that you could buy more time to prepare yourself.

But obviously, life had other plans. You zoomed past surprisingly empty roads and didn’t have stop at many red lights. And before you knew it, you pulled up on the street outside the house, your house, within fifteen minutes. You sat in your car frantically shaking your leg and running your hands through your hair, looking at the little home where you had spent both the best and the worst days of your life.

Light emanated from the large windows, the Prussian blue front door that you and Levi had painted yourselves, was closed, the lawn was freshly mowed, and Luna’s swing set sat on the grass just like it did while you still lived there. The sight made your heart warm, but you couldn’t get yourself to walk towards it. You gripped the steering wheel and laid your head on it, trying to calm down, until a knock on the window caused you to jump. You looked up to find Levi hunched over and motioning you to step outside.

“Oi! You’ve been parked here for thirty minutes. Are you coming home or what?”, he asked when you lowered the window.

Home?

You decided to finally leave the comfortable confines of your vehicle and slowly made your way to the house, your heart beating rapidly. Levi’s hand found yours; the warmth from his fingers intertwining with yours made your breath hitch.

“It's going to be okay. She’s really excited to see you.”, he assured you when you met his eyes.

Inhaling deeply, you stepped inside the house. Everything looked exactly how you remembered it. The sheer white curtains lining the French windows were gently blowing with the breeze, the rich cherry-wood grandfather clock that stood ticking away at the far end of the living room, books were lined neatly on shelves, family pictures were mounted on the wall, warm yellow light from the lamps illuminated all these features - it was all unchanged. You were instantly drawn to the pictures. Letting go of Levi’s hand, you moved to stand in front of the wall, softened gaze roaming through them and reminiscing the happy memories they brought back.

“Mama!” You were roused from your reverie by a voice you yearned to hear for the last two months. Immediately, Luna had clung to your leg like a koala bear.

“Loonie!” you squealed, picking her up and pulling her into a solid embrace.

“I missed you, Mama!”, she reciprocated with an equally tight hug.

“Oh, I missed you so much more, baby girl!”, you didn’t realize when you began sobbing.

Levi, who was happily watching your reunion from a distance, walked closer and placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as a reminder for you to stay strong.

“I’ll get dinner ready. Moon beam, why don’t you take Mama up to your room?”, he drew Luna’s attention as you stole some moments to compose yourself. The little one zealously tugged on your hand and guided you upstairs yapping in excitement the whole way.

You watched in awe as she told you story after story about everything she could possibly remember since the day you last saw her. Her angelic voice was like cool water to your parched ears. What took you so long to come back here? All the fear of rejection vanished in thin air as Luna modeled the new dresses you just gifted to her, and showcased the toys and books that her doting Papa, uncles and aunts bought. She insisted that you tie her hair into two space buns like you always did before because apparently, “Papa never gets it right like you do.”

Levi leaned against the door frame and smiled at the sight of Luna theatrically narrating an especially thrilling story about her encounter with a ladybug in the backyard. He clicked a mental picture of his little girl's dramatic oration while you marveled at her as if she sprinkled the stars up in the sky. As soon as she was finished telling how the polka-dotted bug landed right on the ridge of her nose, she spotted her father and announced that the three of you were to immediately commence with a tea party.

Akin to the rest of the evening, Luna insisted upon sitting on your lap as you sipped on hibiscus tea that Levi brewed while she drank the warm turmeric latte that she requested you to make. You peppered the top of her head with kisses as the walls of your home reverberated with more tales about her day at the park, and about a puppy that tickled her fingers by licking them. At 8:00 PM sharp, Levi declared that it was time for dinner when you finished your respective beverages.

His signature dish, Tonkotsu ramen was on the menu that both you and Luna gobbled it up in no time. For dessert, you brought her favorite strawberry ice-cream mochi that you made yourself at the patisserie. You two ladies chatted away and Levi participated every now and then.  You couldn’t help but think how perfect this felt and going by his serene expression, Levi seemed to be mirroring your thoughts.

Bath time after dinner had been a routine as the three-year-old was still learning to eat by herself and more often than not, made a big mess. You volunteered to bathe her while he cleaned up.  He slet out a content sigh when Luna’s laughter accompanied by yours echoed through the house as you splashed her with water while she played in the tub. Even the most beautiful music in the world did not hold a candle to this harmony that was falling on his ears.

When it was finally time for bed, Luna was in deep slumber within minutes, drowsy after a warm bath and a fun-filled evening. You reclined on the bed by her side, caressing her hair and listening to her mellow snores, and Levi sat on the armchair by the bed, catching up on some reading, occasionally glancing at the pair of you.

It was tranquil. The light from her moon-shaped night lamp dimly illuminated the room. The dream catcher that you made for her swayed over your hear. Nothing but sound of the soft breaths of your baby and of Levi occasionally turning the page of his novel filled the air. There was no stress, no negativity, only peace of mind. With closed eyes, you took it all in, this life you missed so much.

You had been entranced for a while before feeling a soft tap on your forearm. Levi signaled you with his neck to head outside. Right as you tried to get out of bed as gently as possible, a little hand gripped yours tightly.

“Mama, don’t leave.”, the melancholy in Luna's sleepy voice tugged on the strings of your heart. You opened your mouth to respond, but words refused to spawn.

“Moon beam, Mama will be back home with us soon.”

Levi was now on the bed beside you, caressing Luna’s hair with one hand and clutching yours tightly with the other. It was hard to decide whether the sudden flutter in your heart was a result of bewilderment, or from the warmth of his words.

Making sure she was really asleep this time you both lightly kissed the snoozing baby, snugly tucked her in and made your way downstairs.

“Tea?”, he offered while entering the kitchen. You obliged, making yourself comfortable on the couch, not ignoring the sudden Deja- vu that dawned upon you.

He soon returned with two steaming cups of fragrant chamomile tea and sat next to you, stretching his arm on the backrest. He absentmindedly twirled strands of your hair between his fingers as you both sipped the hot beverage in a serene silence.

“I owe you an explanation.”, Levi finally began.

You turned to face him, with your back now resting against the arm of the couch. Poles apart from his usual calm demeanor, he looked... fidgety. His puffed the already plump pillows beside him, eyes glancing over everything in the room but you. Your continued silence was enough sign for him to go on with what he wanted to say.

“Uh... You are the first person I’m about to tell this to. In fact, I have never even uttered this out loud before. I only just came to terms with it myself.”, he exhaled sharply.

“What is it, Levi?”, you urged.

"Okay. Here goes. Something in me changed on the day Luna was born. I knew that as a father, I was expected to be her protector; that's what I was told a father should be. But- But I was too afraid for her. It was an obsession, almost blinding. It started with keeping the kid out of harm's way at all costs. But it just deteriorated from there. As she grew up, she wanted to try new things and explore. And you, like any parent would, encouraged her to do just that. It makes me sick to even say this, but my urge to shield Luna got so bad that I started to perceive you as a threat to our own daughter. I got these splitting headaches and I’d black out and lose track of what I was saying or doing every time things didn’t go my way. I didn’t even realize when I pushed you far, far away until it was too late.”, he sighed, his gaze locked on the blank television screen in front of him.

Your stomach was in twists, horrified face exuding your inability to grasp what you just heard. There was a long, pregnant pause as he waited for you to say something... anything.

“How could you?”

Levi and you had been together for a long time even before you married. You were offended that he could feel this way about you. It made you furious that he put you, Luna and himself through so much pain. Neither of you could control tears from being shed as he continually begged for your forgiveness.

"I knew I had fucked up, the moment I signed those papers. I turned our whole world upside down with my own hands. My mind felt like a prison that I could not break out of, and instead of letting you help me, I abandoned you.", he despaired.

Your rage started to evaporate when he described how lost he felt the moment you were gone; how he had hung on to Luna like his life depended on it, just to maintain his sanity. He was barely sleeping and the frequent nightmares he had were only making things worse. He told you how he had been working hard on controlling his impulses - starting by trusting Furlan, Isabel, Hange or Erwin with taking care of her in his absence.

“I can’t express how much I regret letting you go, love. I wish for every second of every day that I hadn't done it.”, He was breathing raggedly, as if trying hold back another wave of tears.

You quietly stared at him, unable to think of anything to say to him.

“It is getting late. I should leave.”, you sniffled as you began to gather your things.

Your mind was in scrambles; the heartache threatening another breakdown. It was almost midnight, the tea had done its job and you were exhausted, causing your feelings to be much more amplified than they would be otherwise. The last two days had been too much to process.

He nodded in despondency and watched you walking to the door.

It reminded him of something.

This.

This was his nightmare coming true. Again.

In his dream he was stuck to the floor, robbed of his voice, his limbs frozen. He couldn't let that miserable dream win this time. He needed to stop you. He had to have you back. He couldn't let you leave.

Not again.

Just as you were about to step out, he called out your name and reached out for your hand.

“Stay.”, he whispered, almost too softly.

“Levi, I have to be at work early tomor...”

“Why are you such a dumbass? Do I really need to spell everything out for you?”, he interrupted.

“You’re not helping your case right now.”, you raised your brow.

“I love you, you idiot. I let you go once, and I don’t want to do it again. I wont survive being away from you any longer. I need you. I horribly failed at being a good husband. But I promise I’ll make everything right if you give me another chance. Please.”, he begged, the lone tear running down his cheek shone in the dim luminescence of the room.

Dumbfounded, you gaped at his anguished face. You were wordlessly taking in what he had just said when he mistook your silence for rejection and turned around, looking dejected.

“Levi!”, you clutched his hand and pulled him towards you.

Your bodies collided, faces just a few inches away from each other's. Reaching for his face with your other hand, you wiped the tear away with your thumb.

“Kiss me.”, you breathed.

He looked... befuddled, unable to comprehend the words that just left your tongue. Getting impatient, you took it upon yourself to close whatever little distance that remained between you.

And like pieces of a puzzle, your lips met; perfectly merging together as if that’s where they always belonged. The stars that twinkled in front of your closed eyes accompanied were by ecstatic explosions in your heart and butterflies in your stomach. His lips tasted like sweet chamomile tea, with hints of the tangy strawberry from earlier. His touch was so gentle that you were transported back in time to the balcony of his old apartment where a shy Levi took all evening to muster up the courage to kiss you after your first date while it snowed outside.

The tenderness soon heightened into fiery passion when his hands wandered down to your thighs to pick you up and pin you against the door, slamming it shut. Waltzing tongues, heavy breaths, frisky hands; you were like two starving animals who were just presented with their favorite meals, hungrily grabbing the other and moaning into each other's mouths. He began to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up with one hand as the other held you firmly against the door.

“Oi! What the fuck?”, Levi resembled a child who dropped his ice-cream on a hot summer day when you swatted his hand away.

“Slow down, Tiger. What’s the rush?”, you smiled coyly while wiggling out of his grip.

“I-I uh...”, He looked dazed, unable to form sentences.

“I love you too, Levi. I never stopped. But I don’t want to get hurt again. It has only been a day since we reconnected. Can we take this slow?”, you sighed, smoothing his hair and straightening out his shirt.

“We’ll go at whatever pace you’d like.”

A/N: So, did you ever expect to be Levi's Modern AU Zeke Yaeger? 🙊😬

Chapters: Five | Six | Seven

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Tainted Daisies | iii. Click!

Chapters: | prologue | i | ii | iii  | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix | x | xi | epilogue |

Genre:  psychological thriller, angst, mystery, crime, rich kid!stray kids au, college!au, slow burn

Word count: 2.5k

Ratings: 16+

⚠WARNINGS: graphic gore, violence, blood, character death, mentions of drug usage, swear words

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You woke up in cold sweat, thirst burned your throat as you hurried towards the refrigerator, knees feeling like jelly. You gulped down the entire glass pitcher as you slowly slid down with your back against the fridge.

Everything seemed like a blur to you, confusion filled your mind as you finally realized that you were back home. You looked at the clock and it read '15:05'.

'Was that all just a dream last night?' You thought.

Your eyes traveled down to your wrists and they widened in horror, red marks that were clearly caused by friction were etched on them. You clutched your head as small pieces of memory started to form in your brain.

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The feeling of nausea flooded you as you slowly opened your eyes, you wanted to hold your head but your hands seemed to be restricted. You waited for your visions to clear up and you saw that you were at an unfamiliar place, there was a raggedy old bed in the corner, a table next to it, a small television, and a pile of clothes by the door that was ajar. The place was small and the only source of light was the lamp hanging above you.

"You're awake," a raspy voice came from the door and you blinked many times to focus your visions.

A man emerged from the shadows and you felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over you. The clothes he was wearing was the same as the one you glimpsed at yesterday on the busy street, you felt tears trickle down your face as he walked closer, taunting you with every step.

He stepped into the light and you finally saw his face, it had a huge burn mark on the right side, he was smiling at you but he had a missing tooth on the front, although it was his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. It was empty, cold, but most of all, it had  a deranged look in it.

"Why are you crying? You knew that I will be coming for you," he said as he reached out his slender hand and touched your face.

"Please, why are you doing this?" You choked, tears streamed down your face as fear finally took control of your body.

"Oh, you are getting good at this," he said and released a maniacally laugh that echoed all throughout the room.

"Y/n!" your train of thoughts abruptly stopped when you heard your name, you looked at the distance and saw Seungmin, with Jeongin by his side walking towards your way. You quickly turned on your heel and scurried away from them, you thanked the crowd of students that drowned you. It was Saturday but you were required to come back to school for the freshmen orientation and introduction of different clubs and orientation, which made you wonder why they were even here in the first place.

You did not pay any attention to the orientation at all because you mostly found these kind of things tedious, when the president of the university finished giving off his closing remarks, you were instructed to go to the lobby and were encouraged to join clubs and organizations. You have decided to stay for a little while and tried to avoid your friends as much as possible.

As you were strolling around the lobby, taking a look behind you once in awhile, you suddenly bumped into someone and a sound books hitting the floor rang in your ears, you rubbed your head and looked at who you just hit.

"Oh, you're Rei, right?" you said at the girl, as you remmbered her as the one Seungmin mentioned yesterday.

"Um, yeah, and you're the new girl," Rei said, biting her lip and tucking a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

"You're classmates with Sengmin, right? So that means you're not a freshman," you said as you helped her pick up her books.

"Yeah, we're in charge of the photography club so," she said, looking down, and you noticed that her shy demeanor was the sign that she no longer wanted to have a conversation with you.

You decided to not pry anymore and let her go as you handed her the rest of her books, she trotted away and you thought about checking out some of the other clubs. You felt an arm grab yours which caused you to release a yelp and follow your instincts by pushing the person away.

"Woah, it's just me," Chan raised his hands up in surrender and gave you a toothy grin that showed his dimple. You muttered an apology and took a deep breath to steady yourself.

"Are you avoiding someone?" Chan asked out of the blue which caught you off guard.

"No, why would you say that?"

"You have that look of paranoia written all over your face," he said and you couldn't help but release a laugh because you felt that you really were bad at pretending.

"Chocolate?" Chan offered you a piece and you gladly took it, you looked at Chan and the world seemed to stop around you, the shuffling of people were blurred and your focus was only on Chan.

You realized that you did not really take a good look at him during your conversation with him at Felix's party yesterday, but with him standing only a meter away from you, it was his eyes that caught yours. It was dark, cold, and mysterious, but it only made you crave to know him even more. You caught yourself thinking about how his eyes would ravish you and your cheeks turned crimson red.

"Your face is red, do you have a fever?" Chan asked as he raised his right hand to touch your forehead. You backed away and played with the hem of your shirt while biting your lower lip, you opened your mouth to say something but Jeongin's voice cut you off.

"Hey, Y/n," you looked behind you and immediately looked down, ashamed of what he would probably think because you avoided him and Seungmin the whole afternoon.

"I know you're avoiding us, if we ever did something wrong, I'm sorry for that," Jeongin said and guilt pervaded you.

"No, you didn't--"

"If you're ready to talk, just call us," he continued and showed you that cute smile you like so much. Jeongin was like a baby brother that you never had and hurting him in any way pains you as well.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll explain it," you said and rubbed his arm as a sign of comfort, he nodded in response. You looked through the glass walls of the university and you noticed that it was already dark.

"Are you heading home?" You asked Jeongin just before he was about to turn his back from you.

"No, Seungmin and I are going with Rei to meet a reporter, she have to describe what she saw that night."

"Oh, I bumped into her earlier, I guess I'll see you on Monday," you said and the both of you bid each other goodbye.

"If only I know where to find her though," Jeongin whispered to himself as he continued his search for his friend.

"Why are you avoiding them?" Chan's question surprised you, you have forgotten he was there with you.

"I am going to kill you, Y/n, but not now. I still need you to restore everything that I have lost," your captor said.

"I-I don't know w-what you're t-talking about," you cried, struggling to get out of the ropes that were tied around your wrists.

"Don't even fucking try, you bitch! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" He bellowed and threw a bottle against the wall which earned a shriek from you.

Your captor grabbed a knife from the nearby table and brought it over your face, the cold metal touching your cheek, he slid it down, and stopping at the crook of your neck.

"I am going to kill you in the most horrendous way possible," he taunted, pushing the knife a little deeper in your skin, nipping it. A thick red fluid flowed out from the new formed wound, making you hiss.

"And I will start by destroying those you hold dear," your captor finished before releasing a baleful laugh.

"Oh, it's nothing," you said, shaking off the memory and taking the last piece of chocolate from Chan. The both of you decided to call it a night and went on your separate ways.

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A cold breeze made Tanaka Rei shiver as she pulled her sweater closer in hopes of it keeping her body warm. Wisps of of silver grey smoke curled their way through the hazy air as it escaped the mouth of the young woman. Rei released a chuckle, imagining what everyone would think if they found out that the quiet girl in class smokes the hell out of her lungs.

She watched the city lights blare like fireflies, being on the rooftop at the extension building offered her some sort of comfort that she never found in anyone else. Rei dropped the remains of her cigarette and crushed it beneath her foot, smiling to herself before deciding to meet with Seungmin and Jeongin.

She turned away from the railings and was met with a pair of eyes, before she could react, Rei felt her body being thrown to the side. Blood spurted out her elbow as the skin scraped off as she hit the ground; she hissed as she held her elbow to her chest, checking her wound.

"Why the fuck would you do that?!" She screamed at the figure in front of her, the moon was the only source of light and no matter how hard she squinted, she could not figure out who her attacker was.

The attacker slipped their glove-covered hands to their bag, pulled out a razor-sharp knife, and walked towards Rei's defeated state with a cackle.

"No!! Please... I don't want to die," Rei pleaded as her attacker mounted themselves on top of her.

The knife plunged into her chest, causing her to scream out in pain as she tried to pry the attacker off of her. The sharp instrument met Rei's soft and pudgy flesh, again and again, making a satisfying squish as the knife went deeper into her skin. Thick blood flowed freely from her gaping holes, her whole body trembled, blood coming out of her mouth as tears streamed down her pale face. She saw what the secretary had seen that night; the same bloodlust filled eyes before her chest became as still as a monument and met her own demise.

"Hey! you have reached Rei, I'm busy at the moment so please leave a message after the tone," a beep followed the recorded message, causing Seungmin to grunt.

"Where are you? The reporter is waiting for us at the cafe, call me back." Seungmin slipped the phone back into his pocket and  started playing with his camera.

Seungmin sent Jeongin first to the cafe so he can entertain the reporter. The presidents of each club were almost finished packing their stuff which made Seungmin realize that it was already late. An empty can rolled to his feet and he quickly picked it up, he held it and went to give it to the janitor when a thought popped into his head.

"The extension building!" Seungmin said, dropping the can into the trolley, before sprinting his way towards the said building.

When he reached the door to the rooftop, his chest was heaving up and down from being out of breath. He swung the door open and was about to call out his friend's name when he saw something moving in a distance. Darkness filled the place and the moonlight did not really help his sense of vision, he walked closely towards it and the sounds of squishing filled his ears. As he got nearer to the object, the sound became louder and he could finally make out that the thing were two persons. His shaking hands reached to the camera that was hung around his neck, he pulled it up and snapped a picture.

*Click*

A flash filled the empty rooftop and the lifeless body of his friend was on the cold floor, her own blood making a puddle around her. 

*Click*

His eyes shifted the person who had their back against him, who had stopped with their bloody activity and slowly stood up to face Seungmin.

A series of clicks and flashes emitted from his camera as he backed away when he saw the attacker's face. Seungmin turned his heel and prepared himself to sprint for his life when a sharp metal jerked all the way into his back, he dropped to the ground, face first, and screamed in pain as the attacker pulled out the knife. He took this chance to kick the murderer which caused them to stumble backwards.

Seungmin fumbled with his camera and before he could stand up, the assailant grabbed his leg and he fell again, hitting his nose against the floor, the tang of his own blood filled his nostrils. He turned around and the attacker immediately straddled him, with knife raised to the air, ready to strike.

"Please, stop..." Seungmin pleaded as his eyes became blurry from his own tears.

He let out a guttural chokes mixed with an agonized cry as the razor teared his skin, he could see the shiny metal disappeared inside him and the black handle pushed against his broken skin. He felt the attacker's gloved hands grab his head and banged it against the ground while they released an animalistic roar that became muffled sounds to Seungmin as his  head was being repeatedly thudded on the cold stone.  

The banging stopped and all he heard was the sound of his camera hitting the ground,and its pieces scattering all over the place. Seungmin felt his consciousness slip in and out, the last thing he heard were the sound of sirens before darkness took over him.

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"Two people were stabbed at the rooftop of Yellow Wood University! And one of them was our key witness!" The chief of police yelled, sat down, and rubbed his temple.

"This damn serial killer is on the loose and we still don't have a single lead!" He continued as the young cadet, Changbin, stirred the cup of coffee and laid it down on the chief's desk.

"I'm sure we'll get something soon, Chief," Changbin said, fixing his uniform.

"One of the victims had a camera with him, I already had it sent to the forensics team," a woman's voice drew the attention of the officers.

She had her dark brown hair on a tight bun that showed off her physical features well, most importantly; her striking blue eyes.

"There you are, Mica!" Changbin said, giving the woman’s huge smile.

"That's Detective Lee to you, Cadet Seo," she said while rolling her eyes at the young man.

"Well, at least there's good news, thank you, Detective," the chief said and took a sip from his coffee.

"Just doing my job, Chief Wang,"

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Changbin offered to which the detective politely declined. The YWPD became busier as the night progressed, trying to figure out who is behind of all of these manslaughter.

A person took off their bloody garments and gloves, leaving them naked and covered with blood that had become brown and dry. They put it inside a bag to which they intend to burn later, and stared at the mirror with a menacing grin etched on their face.

"It has begun."

[silver-lily-louise]

A Whole New World - Chapter 3: Power in Your Corner

In which Alec makes his first wish. Chapter title from ‘Aladdin’. 

Chapter 1: AO3 / Tumblr Chapter 2: AO3 / Tumblr Chapter 3: AO3 / read it below!

~oOo~

He hears the door click open, and Alexander’s voice comes echoing from the tiny entrance hallway. ‘Magnus?’ Magnus looks up from the last third of Les Mis – which he’s enjoying, still, but by the gods, how could there be so much of it left? – and feels himself smile as the man himself appears, unwinding his scarf and managing to further muss his already-windswept mop of hair in the process. ‘Alexander,’ he says in greeting. ‘Pleasant day, I hope?’ ‘Huh? Oh – yeah, it was okay,’ he says, excitement dancing bright and lovely in his eyes. Before Magnus can query it, Alexander quickly drops into the seat next to him, leaning forward as he tells Magnus, ‘Listen – I was thinking it over on my lunch break, and I think I’ve decided on a wish.’

Magnus sits up from his stretched-out position, swinging his legs off of the couch and banishing the book back to his lamp’s library with a flick of his wrist. ‘That’s wonderful news,’ he says, gesturing upwards with both hands, allowing his fingertips to spark in lilac and mauve, inordinately pleased when Alexander’s eyes widen. Magic, he had decided centuries ago, was as much showmanship as science. ‘So tell me, Alexander – what does your heart desire?’

Alexander takes a deep breath, and speaks as though he’s consciously slowing his pace down – though, notably, not enough to return to his normal speed. ‘Okay. So. My sister, Izzy, and her husband Simon – they’ve been trying to have a baby, and I was wondering if you could, you know, help with that?’ It takes all of Magnus’ considerable self-control not to raise an eyebrow at his phrasing. Unfortunately, it’s a wasted effort, as Alexander seems to realise the next moment what that sounded like, and turns a delectable shade of cherry red regardless. ‘I mean,’ he says, his voice a little stilted with embarrassment, ‘they’ve been having IVF treatment, and the last two attempts have failed, and they have their last chance tomorrow, and – I don’t know, if it’s possible, or-‘ Magnus holds up a hand, halting the ramble. ‘Alexander.’ He smiles gently. ‘Of course it is possible. You are not the first wish-maker to ask for something like this, not by a long shot. I’d be happy to help.’ He lets his smile widen into a teasing grin. ‘Final answer?’ Alexander nods, looking relieved and happy, the tension draining from his posture. ‘Yeah. My first wish is for Izzy’s IVF tomorrow to succeed.’

***

The next day, Magnus arrives at the clinic fifteen minutes before Izzy’s appointment. Five minutes later, a familiar couple arrives, and the woman says, ‘Hi - Isabelle Lightwood, I have a 3:15 appointment with Dr Anderson?’ They take a seat not far from him, and Magnus peers at them discreetly over his magazine. Alexander showed him a photograph of the two of them together, but even without that, he thinks he could have recognised them. Isabelle looks very like her brother – the same dark, shiny hair, earnest hazel eyes, and strong, serious brows. She’s holding onto her husband’s hand, a slightly shaky smile on her face as he rambles on softly, encouragingly, and she looks lost somewhere between excited and afraid.

They’re called through, still holding hands. Magnus ducks into the restroom, checking that it’s empty, and snaps his fingers, changing his appearance with a glamour. He heads back into the waiting room, picks up a different magazine, and takes a seat in a chair closer to the corridor they left through.

Some time later, they reappear, a slight shuffle to Isabelle’s gait and Simon’s arm curled loosely around her waist. Magnus puts down the magazine, and pulls a cell phone out of his pocket, frowning down at it as he strides towards them. He gives a soft grunt of apparent surprise as he bumps into Isabelle, his palm briefly resting over her navel and sending a spark of magic into her system. ‘Oh – so sorry,’ he says, flashing each of them an apologetic smile before he continues on his way.

He resists the temptation to look back, and leaves the clinic out of the side entrance.

***

When he arrives back at Alexander’s apartment that evening, Magnus immediately spots him stretched out on the sofa, in much the same way he himself was earlier. ‘Hey!’ Alexander leaps to his feet, switching off the television and putting his half-empty bowl down on the coffee table, before rushing over until he’s stood right in front of Magnus. Excitement and fear are warring on his face, a sight breathtakingly similar to what Magnus saw in Isabelle’s expression earlier. ‘How’d it – well – Did it work?’ At this point in the proceedings, Magnus isn’t even surprised to find himself smiling anymore. Alexander just seems to have that effect on him. He reaches out, stilling the excitement somewhat with a hand at his elbow. ‘It went perfectly,’ he said. ‘A small nudge, a hint of magic, and voila – wish granted. I expect that in a few weeks, Isabelle will be calling you with some very good news.’

Alexander beams at him, and maybe he’s been stuck in the lamp for too long, because until just now Magnus had forgotten why smiles like that were likened to sunlight. ‘Thank you. That’s just – God, I’m so happy for them. Thank you for that.’ ‘You’re most welcome, Alexander.’ He drops his hand, making a small shooing motion. ‘Go finish your dinner, you’ll get indigestion leaping up in the middle of a meal like that.’ Alexander does as he’s told, but calls back over his shoulder, ‘Yours is on the table, if you’re hungry.’ Magnus blinks, trying to school his face back into something casual. ‘Thank you,’ he says. He’s been saying that a lot, since he got here. He wanders over to the table, humming appreciatively at the sight and smell of a generous bowl of tagliatelle, with just the right amount of Bolognese sauce stirred through it. He snaps his fingers, simultaneously reheating the food and conjuring a light dusting of parmigiano-reggiano.

He walks back out to the living room, a little surprised to see that Alexander hasn’t resumed the show he was watching, and is instead turning to face Magnus as he takes a seat. ‘I hope it’s okay,’ he says. ‘It’s from an Italian recipe book my parents bought me for Christmas.’ He chuckles. ‘I’m not what you’d call a natural chef, but give me a list of instructions, and I’ll get there.’ Magnus samples a forkful of pasta. It’s a little light on the garlic for his taste, but it’s delicious, and he digs in eagerly. He was hungrier than he thought, and he can sense Alexander’s satisfaction at providing adequate sustenance for his houseguest.

Alexander turns back to his own meal, and Magnus takes the opportunity to look at him surreptitiously, curiosity once more curling around his thoughts. When Alexander’s gaze flicks back towards him suspiciously, he realises that he wasn’t being as surreptitious as he thought. ‘What?’ Alexander asks. ‘Do I have Bolognese on my face?’ Magnus chuckles, shaking his head. ‘No, no such thing. It’s just…’ He trails off with a shrug, but Alexander stays focused on him as they finish the last mouthfuls of their meals. Magnus banishes the dishes with a lazy wave of his hand, and Alexander smiles in appreciation, but doesn’t say anything, clearly giving Magnus the opportunity to continue speaking.

Which, eventually, he does. ‘I meant it, before,’ he says, ‘about people wishing for children, for successful pregnancies. It’s very common. But this is the first time I can remember someone making that wish for a loved one’s sake, rather than their own.’ Alexander looks down, and Magnus wants to tell him that it’s certainly nothing to be embarrassed about, but he doesn’t want to interrupt when Alexander starts to speak. ‘I don’t know, it’s just… She’s wanted this for such a long time. And after they kept trying, and getting nowhere, and decided to start having the treatment – she was just so upset. She came over, and she was crying, and I knew I couldn’t do anything to make it better for her.’ He swallows hard, and Magnus almost winces in sympathy. ‘Then, after the two failed IVF attempts… She was putting a brave face on it, talking about the possibility of adoption – which obviously, is a great option, I mean, Jace was adopted and we wouldn’t be without him – but I could just tell, that even if she wasn’t out of options, another setback was just… I wasn’t sure she could handle it.’ He looks up at Magnus, and his eyes are shiny, and Magnus is pretty sure his own are too. Alexander shrugs. ‘I don’t know, it just seemed like the right thing to do. If I’ve got a way to help her, I want to, you know?’

Alexander’s looking at him like he’s expecting derision, criticism for some naïveté on his part. Magnus smiles at him, and sighs. ‘You continue to surprise me, Alexander. I’ve granted a lot of wishes, but rarely one so selfless.’ Alexander looks down at his feet again, mumbling something that might have been a thanks, or possibly another I don’t know, and Magnus makes a mental note that while he’s here, he should make a habit of giving compliments. Alexander could really use some practice receiving them.

But for now, he changes the topic, lightening the mood once more. ‘By the way, I couldn’t help but notice your bow,’ he says, gesturing to the wall behind them, where a navy and silver bow is proudly mounted on the wall. ‘It’s in beautiful condition, so either you dust your décor more than anyone I’ve ever met, or you actually use it.’ Alexander smiles. ‘Yeah, I’ve been into archery for a while now. Probably since I was… fourteen? Maybe? I’m not great, but I enjoy it. It’s good for some downtime – helps me switch off my brain.’ Magnus snorted lightly. ‘I’m sure you’re being modest.’ Novices had simple recurve bows, not nearly as difficult to wield as the compound contraption behind them. ‘You’ll have to dazzle me with your skills sometime.’ He winked, fully expecting Alexander’s blush, but fully delighted by it all the same. He might not be here for long, but there was no harm in flirting a little while he was, he reasoned. After all, Alexander was sweet, and handsome, and possibly one of the most thoughtful men Magnus had ever met.

Plus, he had always found people who could handle their weaponry very, very attractive.

~oOo~

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1.1.17 HALLOWEEN NIGHT 12:24 AM

Haddonfield, Illinois

Samantha yawned as she pulled the keys from the ignition. More lightning flashed in the sky as she behind her, through her rear windshield, at the square building in front of which she was parked. A white triangularly shaped sign with blue lettering designated this as THE PYRAMID INN. The property was perched on a flat hill, overlooking what the locals called “Dysfunction Junction”. Interstate 57, US Route 31, and Illinois 395 all came together in a tangled mess of off ramps and on ramps that sprawled like spaghetti noodles over the northern running section of Lost River, which in this part of town had been diverted into a concrete culvert in the early 40s as part of one of Roosevelt's “Work's Projects”.

Samantha had parked at the end of the mostly empty parking lot, which was her custom, and from her vantage point she could see down into the nest of intersections. She saw the lighted signs of big box stores off to the east on her right. Straight ahead she saw the gas station from which she had come, and to her left, off to the west, she saw a strip club that very obviously used to be a Howard Johnsons, it's parking lot completely full with some cars spilling out along the side of the road in front.

Lovely, she thought sarcastically as she opened her car door. Just my kind of town.

The sweltering humid air hit her in the face like a tennis racket.

“Jesus, it feels like Miami.” She said to herself, and then smiled as she clicked the button on the fob in her hand to open the hatchback on the Murano. “I wish it were Miami.”

Nyguen pulled her rolling suitcase from the back of the car, placed it on the asphault, and extended the handle. “We'll just pretend it's Miami.” She decided as she closed the hatch and turned toward the motel.

The Pyramid Inn seemed to want to help her with the fantasy. For one, it was sweltering hot, almost as bad as outside, and as Ngyuen walked through the automatic glass doors, she felt like she had been magically transported back in time twenty-five years. The lobby was painted a pale teal color, with mauve indoor outdoor carpeting, and popcorn ceilings flecked with glitter....this Sam noticed right away. The yellowish light from pineapple shaped fixtures along the walls was defracted by the glitter, creating the sensation of moving sparkles above her as Samantha strolled through a lobby furnished with wood and wicker tables and chairs, painted white, the chairs padded with brightly colored cushions patterned with tropical motifs. There was abundant wall art too---strange scenes of Egyptian landmarks like the pyramids at Giza and the Sphinx, except...done in a weird art deco style that seemed wrong somehow.

An large old fashioned square CRT television was affixed to a hanging mount in each corner, below each was a potted palm tree. One of the TVs was displaying The Weather Channel although the sound was turned all the way down. A pretty blonde woman was standing in front of a map of the Midwest, sweeping her hand across thick line of red, orange, yellow, and green splotches. The other TV had the volume on and was showing an aerial view of a baseball stadium even the most casual of fans would know.

“We're in the top of the 10th here at Wrigley Field in Chicago. The Cubs have gone to the bullpen yet again for another pitching change as the White Sox have just taken 3-2 game lead in this decisive Game Seven of the World Series.”

Nguyen rolled her luggage around a coffee bar, and approached the desk, bumping into a cheap looking display rack featuring brochures with picturesque views and colorful headings. SEE CHICAGO! THINGS TO DO IN CENTRAL ILLINOIS! PEORIA CALLS YOU! And SEE THE CAVERNS OF LITTLE EGYPT!

A morbidly obese woman sat behind the counter fanning herself with one of the brochures: LOST RIVER KAYACKING!

She wore a white t-shirt with red letters that read: I SURVIVED ARKANSAS' LARGEST SLINGSHOT AT THE CRITTENEDEN COUNTY FAIR 2003. The shirt had either been shrunk so many times by frequent washing or the woman who wore it had ballooned up in weight considerably because now it hugged the contours of her bulbous body, giving her a look of the Michelin Man. Her mouth hung open revealing two sets of badly yellowing teeth, and a large dime-sized mole protruded from the left side of her neck. Sam could see the light from the pineapple lamps reflecting off hairs near the tip of the mole.

Not quite Miami, Nguyen thought as she cleared her throat.

“Excuse me?”

The woman did not stir.

“Curveball from Bellamy drops inside, it's one and one on Franklin.”

Nguyen rolled her eyes.

“Ma'am!” She exclaimed and plopped her car keys loudly on the desk.

The woman jumped and her eyes snapped open. The brochure fluttered aimlessly to the gound as she leaned forward in the seat, blinking rapidly for a moment before fixing her gaze on Samantha.

“Jesus Lord Almighty!”She exclaimed, breaking out into a haughty laugh that seemed to come from the depths of her enormous stomach. “You scared the everliving tar out of me!”

“I'm sorry.” Samantha smiled warmly.

“Don't be, don't be.” The woman groaned as she stood up from the chair. She wiped the beaded sweat off her forehead. “Jesus God is it hot in here!”

“Yeah it is.” Samantha agreed, withdrawing her phone from her pantsuit pocket and checking the time, mentally calculating the precious few hours of sleep she was going to get that night.

“It's not our fault.” The woman exclaimed, reaching the desk and panting as if she had just climbed a mountain. “Corporate has the damn thing programmed. This time of year the AC never comes on in here. We're supposed to run the ceiling fans, but that's been broke for two years.”

She motioned to the ceiling behind Sam who turned around and saw two wires protruding from a hole in the ceiling in the center of the room, as well a slight discoloration in the form of a circle where a fan obviously used to be.

“And then they tell me if it gets too hot to open a damn window. I said Christ!, it's just as damn hot out there! And the wind aint blowin for nothing.”

Samantha replaced her phone in her pocket. “Yes, it sure is strange.”

“It's NEVER like this in October...hell..now it's the first of November! NEVER like this! I mean...we've had a hot day or two at the beginning of September but NEVER this hot on Halloween!”

Samantha nodded, not knowing what else to say.

The woman moved a computer mouse across the desk and began typing on the keyboard.

“I tell you what,” she said, “I don't understand all of the mess that they talk about on the TV.”

As she said this, she pointed to the television in the corner that was displaying The Weather Channel, which right now was showing a commercial for Flex Seal. “But this type of weather will make you a believer in that Global Warming stuff.”

“Yeah,” Nguyen forced a laugh.

The woman looked up at her and waved her hand. “But you don't gotta worry about it, there's a window unit in your room. The rooms are nice and comfortable.”

“That's good.” Nguyen replied.

“Just you tonight sweetie?”

“Just me.”

“I just need a drivers license.”

Samantha presented it.

“Just passing through?” The woman asked as she entered Sam's information into the decade old computer.

“No, I think I'll be town for a few days.”

The woman looked up in disbelief. “In town? What town? This town?”

Samantha didn't know what to say.

“No one comes and visits Haddonfield!” The woman laughed another belly laugh. This one devolved into coughing which she stifled with her hand....the same hand she handed Samantha back her driver's license with.

Not Miami at all. Sam thought, placing the card into her wallet.

“That will be $38.96 sweetie.”

Sam couldn't hide her surprise. This was the cheapest motel room she had gotten since...well...ever. She passed over her Bureau issued AMEX card.

“Oh I'm sorry honey, we don't take American Express.”

“Oh.” Samantha shrugged. Ordinarily this might have been an issue but she was pretty sure she could handle a $40 motel room from her personal checking. Besides, the department would reimburse her later. She passed over her VISA.

“I'm gonna need a receipt then.” She said.

“You got it.” The woman replied and opened a drawer in front of her, pulling out a large bronze key on a white triangular shaped keychain emblazoned with the motel's name and logo.

Actual keys, Samantha marveled, not those plastic keycards. She wracked her brain for the last time she had seen that and decided on..never.

Five minutes later she had rolled her suitcase into room 113 and had turned the key in the lock. The room was furnished very much like the lobby: light teal walls, mauve indoor/outdoor carpeting, popcorn cielings flecked with glitter set to sparkle by another pineapple shaped light fixture. She was almost positive the bedspread and pillow case mached the pattern in the chair cushions in the lobby as well. Samantha paused briefly to look at a picture on the wall, another strange Art-Deco Egyptian painting, this one featuring Cleopatra flanked on both sides by lions. The paintings were so bizzare and striking. Sam looked in the bottom corner: Rose Gauge 2019.

I'm gonna have to google more art by this Rose Gauge person. She thought, kicking off her shoes into a corner. She walked over the window unit as she pulled at the buttons of her pantsuit. There she turned the knob all the way toward the thickest part of the blue semi-circle and felt a refreshingly invorating blast of cold air hit her face from the dusty looking window air conditioner.

She laid down on the bed, and still with her bra and spanx on, she fell asleep almost immediately.

NEXT>>

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White Lies: Part 3

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Series

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A/N: I’m so glad you guys are liking this series. I love reading your replies, reblogs, and asks. Please, send as much as you like. It really helps me to want to write more, and improve. I really appreciate all the love. I hope you guys like this part! Let me know what you think. ♥

Word Count: 1,312

Warnings: - language.

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As Bucky led you along into the kitchen of his childhood home, he never let go of the grip on your hand. You could still feel the weight of his lips on your own, and your head was spinning with emotions.

Now is not the time to act like it meant anything, Y/N. Get a hold of yourself. This is an act, nothing more…

What proved difficult for you seemed easy for Bucky, as his perfect smile cast a light on the entire room. He sure was convincing, and you found yourself hoping you were acting in the same manner. Quickly, you put a smile on your face you hoped looked legitimate, remembering Bucky telling you affectionately that you suffered from ‘resting bitch face’.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there, finally meeting Bucky’s parents and helping out your best friend, but it was proving harder than you thought. The entire ride here you had prepared yourself for instances like this, and yet the kiss played over and over in your mind, like a broken record.

The inside of the Barnes home was even more beautiful on the inside than it was on the outside. Everything was perfectly decorated, and reeked of country charm. It was definitely homey, and you were glad it was where you were going to spend the next couple of days. As you were taking in your surroundings, and Winnie was grabbing a jug of homemade lemonade from the fridge, a man lumbered into the kitchen.

“Hi!” you exclaimed, finally letting go of Bucky’s hand and taking initiative. “You must be Mr. Barnes. My name is Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked taken aback for a brief moment. George Barnes was balding at the top of his head, and soft crinkles appeared by his eyes as he smiled. You could tell he had a quiet demeanor, like Bucky, and this made you instantly warm up to him. Scanning his features you noticed that Bucky looked so much like him, and how handsome he was for his age. George extended his hand to you and shook yours.

“Ah, so you’re Y/N. Bucky has told us so much about you. It’s nice to finally put a face to a name. Welcome to our home.”

“Thank you, sir,” you answered, as Bucky beamed brighter than ever next to you. If he smiled any wider, his face was going to get stuck that way. “It’s a pleasure to be here. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Have you eaten?” Winnie asked, scooting a glass of lemonade towards you. You took a sip, letting the perfectly mixed sweet and sour liquid coat your dry throat.

“No, Mom. We haven’t. I’m starving. How about you, Y/N?” Bucky asked, as he placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. For added effect, his leaned down and kissed the top of your head. You felt a warm, numbing sensation rocket down to your toes.

“Starving,” you choked out, putting down the glass of lemonade on the island before you dropped it.

“Wonderful!” Winnie exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Please sit. I’ve already prepared dinner.”

Dinner of honey mustard grilled chicken and cobb salad was insanely delicious. Small talk was exchanged between the four of you, and you were honestly more comfortable now than you had been since you arrived. Bucky had advised you that you could be honest about yourself, as he’d told his parents all about you anyway. Except, of course, for the fact that you weren’t actually dating.

As the night wore down, you found yourself yawning into your hand. It had been a long day, and your eyes were growing tired.

“Come dear,” Winnie said, getting up from the table, as George also stood and started to clear the plates with Bucky’s help. “I’ll show you to your room.”

Slinging your duffle bag over your shoulder, you followed Winnie up the stairs. She was awfully spry for her age, and you found yourself winded at the top of the stairs. Leading you down a long hallway, she stopped at a room with a bathroom adjacent.

“Here you go, dear,” she said, swinging open the door. “I hope you and Bucky will be comfortable.”

Your heart skipped as you remembered you and Bucky would be sharing a bed. You had cuddled, kind of, on the couch at home, but never slept side by side. Wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans, you set your bag down.

The room was a decent size, with a small television mounted on the wall, a dresser, and a large, queen sized bed in the middle of the room. As was the rest of the house, this room was beautiful.

“Thank you so much, Winnie,” you said, giving her a small hug. “I can’t thank you enough for being so kind.”

“Not a problem at all,” she replied with a smile, patting your shoulder. “Now get some rest. Bucky will be up shortly, I’m sure.”

With a wink, she closed the door and was gone.

You changed into your pajamas and walked next door to the bathroom to brush your teeth. When you returned, Bucky was in the middle of changing himself, right in front of you. The best part is, he had no idea you were there.

You watched as he peeled his shirt off, the muscles in his back rippling under his skin with each movement. The soft light made his shoulders seem more broad than they already were. You swallowed hard, jumping to action as he moved to take off his hands.

“Hey, woah!” you cried out, even though you wanted to see what lied beneath. “My eyes!”

Closing the door behind you, you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Ha, ha. Very funny,” he joked, taking his pants off anyway to reveal tight as fuck boxer briefs, which left very little imagination to the eye. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me in swim trunks before.”

“Underwear are much different than swim trunks, Buck. I said I’d pretend to be your girlfriend. I never signed up to see your twig and berries.”

But Lord knows I wouldn’t protest...

Bucky chuckled and threw on a pair of loose basketball shorts. He walked towards you and took your hands again, making you float up from the bed. He pulled you to him in a tight hug, before pulling you away to look at him.

“You did amazing today. My parents are totally convinced we’re a couple. I think after this week, they’ll stop trying to set me up with random women.”

You felt your face burning with heat, and your eyes scanned away from his. It hurt too much to look into those baby blues. You felt like he could read your mind, and you didn’t want him to know your true feelings.

“Hey, you’re the star of the show. I mean, that kiss would convince a blind person.”

“That was great improvising, huh? I know I said it was for emergencies, but it felt right.”

You swallowed hard again, hoping he didn’t see.

“Don’t go catching feelings, alright?” he winked, punching you lightly on the shoulder. A lump formed in your throat, as you struggled not to cry. Little did he know, the love bug had already bitten you years ago.

All you could do was awkwardly chuckle, as you got into bed. Bucky slid in closely next to you, and turned off the side table lamp, throwing you both into total darkness. He was so close you could feel his body heat radiating into you.

“Goodnight, girlfriend,” he whispered, as he laid his arm across your stomach, as if all of this was normal. It was a good thing he couldn’t see your face.

“Goodnight… boyfriend,” you replied, as a single tear streamed down your cheek.

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