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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Doll Me Up (P.6)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Six) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 2.858 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior Author’s Note: Pepper is going to be mentioned not as a love interest. If that bothers you, please don’t read on!

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Three months ago… (cont.)

Tony realized he had not seen Y/N for a while. They were at a good point to pause their playing, so he told them all to get refreshers and have a break. The escort girls were waiting on the men and one of them came up to Tony, all flirtatious smile, asking him if he wanted her to grab him something.

“No, dear. Thank you though. I need to go check on my lovely little wife.”

He sighed heavily walking inside, expecting to find Y/N sprawled out on their bed pouting or in a bubble bath since he had told her to go upstairs if she was going to be in a bad mood.

She was not on the bed, although the window was open, the curtain blowing lightly in the breeze. He frowned seeing she was not in their bedroom or their bathroom. Or in her closet.

Tony clicked the speaker system on the wall. “F.R.I.D.A.Y… what room is Y/N in?”

“Mrs. Stark left one hour, three minutes, and 38 seconds ago.”

“What?” Tony demanded. “What do you mean left?”

“Mrs. Stark took the BMW M8 Coupe.”

His eyes bugged out of his head. “She’s driving? She had like 5 drinks!” Tony shouted and realized he was shouting at his AI system and as he turned to charge out of the room, F.R.I.D.A.Y. answered.

“Yes, sir.”

He booked it down the stairs down towards the garage to where he could check the computer system to track where the car was. He was fuming but beneath the anger, was simmering worry. He did not want her to get into an accident. How the hell did she just leave without saying anything? How the hell did she think she was okay to drive?

Impatiently, he waited for the menu to load and he slapped the screen to click her car the second he was able to. His finger were tapping quickly on the desk as the map came up. He narrowed his eyes.

“Ocean Park?” he murmured, racking his brain. It clicked and he shook his head. She had a friend that lived there. The car was not moving, she must be at their house. He watched for another minute to make sure the car really did not move before he pushed away from the desk pissed off.

When he came back out onto the patio, he made a beeline for where his phone was on the poker table. He dialed her number, his other hand coming up to his hip. She did not answer, and he called back immediately. After the fourth in a row, he let out an aggravated noise, swearing under his breath. He turned around to go over to where his guys had migrated to around the pool, clutching his phone.

“Who is the most sober?” he demanded as he tore his sunglasses off to make sure they saw his eyes and how serious he was about his question.

Happy shook his head – not a surprise to Tony. It was his day off. Mikhail and Louis raised half hearted hands, looking confused.

“Stop drinking. I’m gonna need you to drive me.”

“What’s going on?” Happy asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Y/N decided to take a little joy drive. Fucking… she was definitely not sober. She left an hour ago. She’s down by the Santa Monica pier. Her friend. Name starts with a C.” Happy went to put his drink down and Tony wagged his finger, stalling his movement. “No, you enjoy the pool. Enjoy yourself. I’ll deal with it.” He pointed at Mikhail and Louis. “I wanna go in like a half hour to an hour. Is that gonna work?” They both nodded and Tony said, “Good. I’m gonna try to call her ass again. Little bitch is ignoring me.”

He turned away from them, dialing her number again. “Trying to wreck her fucking birthday present,” he muttered, thinking he had just bought her that car and how pissed he was gonna be if she did get into an accident with it.

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Tony came into the kitchen, fully dressed. He had not been in the bedroom when you woke up but F.R.I.D.A.Y. told you that he was down in his lab. You had decided to not bother him and instead gotten ready and come downstairs to make yourself a light breakfast. You had made him some eggs too just in case.

You told him as such when he came over to give you a kiss. He made a pleased hum and took a forkful to appease you. He moved away to pour a coffee, tossing a look over at you.

“Hmm, that’s a nice suit.”

You had chosen a bright yellow one, barely there.

“Just gonna get some sun since I can’t go anywhere yet,” you said, eyeing him. “Unless you wanna give me the new garage code…?”

“No,” Tony said almost immediately. “No car yet.”

It had been a week and a half since you had run off on him. Again. He had removed the bar of you going outside a couple days after he brought dinner home.

“I’m not gonna go anywhere that’s not around here. I just wanna drive.”

“That’s not something I can trust you with yet.”

You pushed away from the counter and came to stand in front of him. He stared at you, cocking an eyebrow before he took a sip of his coffee. He was just patiently waiting to see what you were going to do.

Without breaking eye contact, you sunk to your knees, pulling at his belt buckle. He did not fight you; you saw him try to hide a smirk as you pulled his dick out, beginning to stroke slowly. Your tongue flicked at his tip, his eyes locked on you.

Suddenly, he held a finger up to you, placing his coffee down on the counter. He took his phone out of his pocket, dialing a number. “Yeah, Terry?” He let out a small grunt as you took him fully to the base. He shot you a warning look and you merely gave him doe eyes, humming softly. He got out in a strangled voice, “I’m gonna be late to our Zoom. Probably by 15 minutes? Mhmm. Yep.”

You were an expert at getting him to come by now, knowing all the tricks that would send him to the moon. He came in your mouth, warm coating the back of your throat. Your head was pressed against the cabinet as he held you there, emptying himself, his head thrown back and groaning.

“Good girl,” he rasped, his fingers going lax on the sides of your head.

His cock fell from your lips and you wiped at your mouth.

Tony let out an amused laugh, “That was naughty of you, baby. Trying to manipulate me like that.”

You put him back in his pants, gently zipping him back up. As you did up his belt, you asked innocently, “Did it work?”

His hand came to cup underneath your jaw, tilting your head up. He shrugged, “Kind of. Have Mikhail take you wherever you wanna go. I’ll leave you some cash.”

It was better than nothing. You wanted to get away from the house.

“Thank you,” you said, remembering your manners.

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You got even better than driving down the road a few days later, making obscene noises as you rode Tony in his board room. The two of you had climbed on top of the long table and he was lying back, letting you ride his cock. Your eyes drifted over to the window, looking out over New York City. You were so high up. He had never taken you to NYC before and damn, was he showing you the sights with his view from Stark Tower.

It had started with a hand up your skirt the moment the door had closed behind the two of you.

Tony assured you that the room was soundproof, grinning devilishly at you as his fingers slipped past your underwear, toying at your sex.

“Daddy,” you had pouted, trying to get away from him. You wanted more of a tour of the building than just his office and this board room.

“Yes, princess?” he purred, his other hand come down on the table beside you, blocking you from moving that way. His hand caressing you pinched at your sex and you bucked back.

Your hand came up to his chest and you tugged at his collar. “What about the rest of the building?”

“Who cares about the rest of the building? That’s where the grunts work,” Tony said, his nose buried in your neck. He nipped at your shoulder, kissing softly.

“But they are important. Maybe I wanna meet them.”

Tony pulled away enough to look at you. He saw you were serious and he laughed amused, bordering on condescending. “Mhm, you don’t gotta worry about them. But, it’s cute of you to do so.”

He was back at your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses. He coaxed you, his fingers pressing in. A low growl left his throat, “Imagine if I fucked you in front of the board as I gave a presentation?”

You had crawled up on the table at that, beckoning him to follow you and he had done so without hesitation. He had been more than willing to let you crawl on top, sinking down onto his length, the skirt of your summer dress spread out around the two of you. You egged him on as you hovered, letting him drive himself up into you. His eyes were swimming with determination and you drug your teeth across your bottom lip, not breaking eye contact, causing him to thrust harder at your lewd stare.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he husked.

Perfect timing. You raised yourself up out of reach, empty of him, staring down.

Tony cocked his head slightly, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“Baby,” his voice rumbled low. “Don’t you go teasing me now.”

“I want to go to the Met.”

If his eyes could have rolled out of his head, they would have. “Jesus Christ. Really?”

He had refused you when you had asked on the jet over here, telling you it was boring. He had been though, and you had never been. You wanted to at least experience it.

You began to sink back down onto his cock again and his breath hitched before you pulled away again. His jaw set, frustration setting into his features.

“I wanna go!” you told him firmly.

“I told you—”

You started to swing your leg over to move away from him but his arm came swinging up to meet you, anticipating your movement. He dropped your momentum – it was weak, admittedly, because you were doing it more for show than anything, knowing you were going to get your way when he was this worked up. He would do anything to finish. His momentum though was not weak and your knee came slamming back down on the table.

“Ow!” you complained..

His other hand snaked around you, yanking you to him so your noses were almost touching.

“Princess, I’m telling you right now. You drag this out, I’m gonna put you – and you alone – right back on that jet without seeing anything other than this damn room.” You pouted again and he growled, “I’m fucking serious. Behave and I’ll take you to that stupid museum.”

“It’s not stupid—” you started to argue but quickly lined himself back up with his other hand and drove himself up into you roughly, cutting you off as you gasped.

Fine. If that is how he wanted to play.

You pushed away from his embrace, settling back. You took control of the rhythm, riding him again. His grin was wide, resting back down to let you fuck him. You closed your eyes, going quickly as broken husks of praise fell from his lips.

“Tony!”

The voice snapped you from your haze and you stopped midthrust, looking over your shoulder in shock and embarrassment. Pepper was standing there by the door, her head turned to avoid looking at the pair of you.

Tony’s fingers dug into your hips as he did a curl up to peer past you at Pepper.

“What?” he demanded annoyed that she was interrupting.

“Your 2 o’clock showed up early,” Pepper said in an even voice. How did she manage to be so calm and collected at a situation like this, you wondered.

“Well, make them wait. I’m obviously in the middle of something. If you would turn your head about 90 degrees you’d clearly see that, Pepper.”

“I’m good,” Pepper replied flatly. “I heard enough when I came in here.”

Tony snorted, lying back down. “Make his ass wait, like I said. I don’t bend to his schedule. I need to finish my ‘meditation’.” His hand smacked your ass roughly. “That means you. Relax me.”

Pepper rolled her eyes before turning and leaving the room. The door closed behind her and your eyes were still on the door before Tony gave a rough thrust. You whined, your head turned back to look at him.

“You heard the woman. We have an appointment that decided they needed to be up in my ass. Why even make an appointment if you’re not going to keep the time? Speed it up, princess, if you still wanna earn your reward.”

Moving again, you planted your hands on his chest. Your nails dug in and he hissed. “I’m gonna drain you, daddy.”

His smile was wicked, watching your breasts bounce. It did not take long after that for him to empty, holding you tightly in place as his cock twitched inside of you. He exhaled deeply, slapping your ass again, his hand lingering and caressing.

“Fuck that was good,” he breathed. “I think you earned your prize.”

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You sat in Tony’s office playing on your phone as he spoke business with the man. It was illegal, what they were talking about. The man was ignoring the fact you were in there; he must trust the fact that you were married to Tony that you were not going to leak anything. They spoke in hushed tones even though the door was closed. It was boring really and you were not catching much of the conversation.

When they stood up, shaking hands, you almost breathed a sigh of relief. You wanted to leave the office and go do some sightseeing. The two of them left you alone in the office and you sat in silence.

The door opened again and you looked up, expecting Tony but found Pepper walking in holding a file. She hesitated only for a second seeing you but moved on, placing the file on the desk.

“Hey, Pepper,” you said to her as she moved to leave the office. She stopped and turned, looking at you expectantly. “What would you suggest I do while I’m here? I’ve never been to the city before.”

“Does Tony not have an itinerary laid out?” You shook your head and she said, “That doesn’t sound like him.”

“He didn’t even wanna go to the Met. He told me it was boring.”

“I’m not surprised by that.”

Her eyes flicked to your stomach which was not missed by you. It would be a couple months before you were supposed to start showing but you knew she knew. The cat was definitely out of the bag by now.

“Obviously can’t do any drinking stuff,” you said, trying to remove the elephant in the room. “I’m just excited to be here though and wanna do some fun stuff. Especially now that I can go outside again.”

Pepper’s brow furrowed. “Why couldn’t you go outside..?”

You shrugged, “I was grounded.”

“Grounded.” She repeated the word, sounding a mixture of disbelief and confusion.”

“Tony didn’t like a decision I made.”

“You mean you running off to another state?”

So, that cat was also out of the bag.

Shrugging again, you said, “Yeah. That. That really made him mad.”

“I would think he was more worried than anything, Y/N.”

“He had someone beat up because they tried to let me have a place to stay for the night.” That seemed to surprise her. Hmm, something she did not know. “And then I got locked inside. So, like I said, if you have any places you really like around the city… I could use the pointers to make the most of this.”

Pepper was silent for a few moments before she said, “If you like architecture and history, I really like the St. Patrick’s Cathedral. I’m not Catholic myself but the building is beautiful. The SeaGlass Carousel is fun. And Mario’s has really good food.”

“Hmm,” you said in response. “Thanks!” You took out your phone and typed them in as you told her, “That’s helpful.”

“No problem. I do have to get back to work though,” Pepper told you.

You nodded, “I understand. Thanks again.”

She left the room and you smiled, hoping you had started to make a helpful friend.

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Forever tags: @coconutqueen21

Fic tags: @kvzctam, @farihafangirls, @teenageregression, @mrsnegan25, @lilacs-lavender, @agustdowney, @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay

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alison-anonymous · 5 years ago

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flawsome bandits pt. 1 ♡ sonic

Flawsome First Meetings

EARLY RELEASE!

Hello, my darlings and WELCOME to my second multi-part fanfic, Flawsome Bandits (a Sonic the Hedgehog Movie! x Reader). I have not yet finished the second chapter of this story yet, and I’m currently trying to prewrite these chapters so I can update them along the way, but I wanted to get the first one out to all of my patient darlings as soon as possible! Please let me know what you think, the love always encourages me to write more ;) Love you all, please enjoy!

Warnings: none

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If you've ever had amnesia, you'd know that things seem very quick.

Little flashbacks of what you're guessing to be your backstory come back in little spurts that never last long enough and are gone too soon. They leave huge, gaping holes in your background information from what your favorite color is to who your parents were. Try your story on for size.

You were Y/n Wachowski. A sassy, quick-witted teenage girl with a love for speed and a sharp tongue. Parents? Unknown. Distant relatives? Undiscovered. Hometown? Who the fuck knows. You were sent to live with the Wachowski's as your permanent foster parents after you were discovered wandering around the woods by a couple of hikers. They said that they found you wearing a ripped and dirty jumpsuit with pastel colors that looked like it was ten times smaller than your size. When they had tried to confront you, it was almost as if you couldn't hear them, your mouth open and unspeaking. Eyes wandering, glossy and unseeing.

You couldn't remember much about your past. Most of the time it was like looking at a blank sheet of paper, ready to get into the printer but it's out of ink. After being diagnosed with a concussion and severe amnesia, you were seen as unfit to take care of yourself, so that was how you ended up with the Wachowskis. But just because you were lucky enough to have loving and patient foster parents didn't mean that you had an answer to every question they asked. You had no idea what your favorite color was, what you liked to do in your free time, or even if you were a night owl.

It was like you didn't even remember who you were. Like you had just been born, only you weren't a baby and were instead a teenager. It got incredibly lonely being a child with no memories, and the kids at school found you very creepy. But it was okay. Tom and Maddie made sure to give you as much love as was humanly possible, and when the bullying at school got to the point where they would follow you home, they switched you to homeschooling.

It appeared that you not only had no existing memories of your past, but you also had barely any idea how things on earth worked. Whenever someone mentioned examinations, vaccines, bucket lists, and even governmental agencies, you had no clue what they were talking about.

Not everyone was as patient as Tom and Maddie were, unfortunately. Most people would assume that you were kidding when you asked them what a protractor was or why people ride animals. It all seemed so strange and new to you, like Tarzan when he was visiting the human world and not the ape land he was familiar with. But out of it all, there was one thing that you became absolutely fascinated with.

Cars.

The faster, the better. You seemed to have an unchecked need for speed that tickled at your mind every time you got behind the wheel. Whenever Tom allowed it, you'd take the truck or his old squad motorcycle out for a spin in the abandoned corn fields where you could do as many tricks as you wanted without putting anyone else in danger. One of your favorites was driving backwards.

It's during one of those days where our story finally begins. The Montana sun was high up in the sky, beating down its scorching rays onto the untouched pavement. A flock of birds fled for the telephone polls in an attempt to escape from the ever increasing sound of revving coming from the abandoned corn field near Crazy Carl's traps for the supposed "Blue Devil." In the midst of the dead and crusty corn stalks, there sat a young girl on a very old squad motorcycle. Her hair fluttered gently in the slight breeze running through the air, a pair of sunglasses perched delicately atop her nose in the absence of a helmet. Before her stood a makeshift riser composed of some old wooden slabs she had "borrowed" from an old tree house a little ways south. A smirk played across her lips as she kicked up the bike's kickstand and revved the engine.

"Alright, Y/n, if you make this jump, you'll be the most famous girl in Green Hills…" Her words got lost in the wind as she took a deep breath and began to ride towards the jump, her speed increasing with every passing second. The distance began to decrease, her growing closer and closer until an abnormal electric blue blur zipped past her. Startled, she swerved, momentarily losing control of her bike as she slowed to a stop, planting her boots firmly on the ground. Chest heaving, she flipped her sunglasses up onto her forehead and slipped off of the bike, looking around the empty field to see if she hit anything.

What was that? She wondered.

Unbeknownst to her, a couple feet away from her, hidden deep within some dehydrated bushes was a royal blue hedgehog. He had been on his way back to his cave after taking a turtle for a little joy ride down the interstate when he spotted his favorite human on earth, Star Chaser. She was the most amazing girl he had ever seen, and lived with Donut Lord and Pretzel Lady. He would make it a priority to hang out with her every time she was out practicing her racing tricks, a dopey grin spreading on his face every time he saw her ecstatic smile. She just never knew he was there.

More than anything, he wished that he could get to hang out with her just once. Just for one day, spent full of speeding down the empty country roads and flying over makeshift jumps and laughing about the funny faces they made from the wind hitting their skin. But he knew better. He had to stay hidden, just like Longclaw said. Never stop running, and always stay hidden… alone.

There was something about her that just drew him to her, something familiar. He watched with caution as Star Chaser searched the field a bit more, her footfalls making satisfying crunching sounds on the long gone plants. Her beautiful e/c eyes searched the grounds before her for whatever had interrupted her practice. Finally, after she was satisfied with not having hit anything, she got back onto the cycle, flipped her sunglasses back on, and zipped away, leaving a trail of smoky exhaust in her wake.

The blue hedgehog zoomed back to his cave himself, dodging trees and bushes with expertise. The whole time he ran, he couldn't prevent his mind from wondering what life might be like if he were somehow able to live alongside the humans. If he could have a conversation with Star Chaser that didn't exist in his imagination, to maybe even discover why she seemed so familiar. What would life be like if he didn't have to hide?

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Just when things finally start getting familiar, the concept of moving decides to rear its ugly head in. Y/n had found out that her foster dad got a promotion, a job in another city with a higher ranking and a wider variety of donut holes to snack on. That meant that they were going to have to leave Green Hills.

But, knowing her, she shoved the grief and frustration so far down inside her until it became nonexistent. Maddie had left on a trip to see her sister, leaving Y/n and Tom alone. They had had a freak power outage the night before, leaving Tom a bit on edge. His phone kept ringing off the hook as his coworker was just a bit dependent on him, and had no idea if he should just ignore the 911 phone calls or pick them up.

“Remind me to drive by the library tomorrow,” Y/n set down her latest novel on the counter by the car keys. She watched as Tom stole a bit of frosting off of the cake and scrunched up her nose at the lack of sanitation. “I need to return this before we get fined.”

Tom nodded just as his phone began ringing. He held up a finger to his daughter and leaned against the counter, lifting up the phone to his ear as he began to talk to his wife. Y/n turned to the fridge and was trying to decide whether or not she was hungry or just bored as she did her best to not listen to them talking about the move. Just as she was about to reach for the watermelon, a loud clattering noise came from outside. Tom and Y/n exchanged an alarmed glance and quickly shuffled over to the window, childishly trying to shove each other out of the way so they could get a good look.

“Shit,” Y/n swore as she took in the knocked over trash bins sitting next to the garage.

“Watch your potty mouth,” Tom scolded, but a smile still stayed on his lips. “The racoons are back.” Y/n watched as he quickly turned towards one of the junk drawers and pulled out Maddie’s bear tranquilizer gun. She snorted.

“You better not be using my tranquilizer gun,” she heard Maddie’s voice say over the speaker. “That’s for bears.”

“Good,” Tom grinned as he loaded up the machine. “Now I know it’ll work. Y/n, stay inside.” Y/n scoffed as he hung up the phone and opened up the back door. Yes, of course she was going to stay safely inside like a crappy sidekick and miss the potential action of scaring trash pandas half to death. Grabbing an extra flashlight, she raced out after her dad to see him pressed up against the side of the shed, holding the gun and flashlight near his face. He jumped once she saddled up next to him, putting her flashlight in front of her like her own makeshift gun.

“I thought I told you to stay inside,” He narrowed his brows. To his dismay, Y/n only shrugged.

“You did. I didn’t listen,” she grinned, making it obvious that he had no other choice than to let her stay. He sighed, but nevertheless nodded. On a quick countdown from three, the two burst into the shed, waving their flashlights around like mad men.

“Green Hills PD, put your paws up!” Tom hollered. Y/n slowly made her way out from behind him, flashing her light around the empty room until it finally came to a stop. Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she tried to make sense of what exactly she was looking at. An electric blue creature wearing white gloves and tennis shoes stood before them, holding what looked like a gold wedding ring between his forefinger and thumb. She couldn’t tell what was stranger: the fact that he existed or the fact that he seemed oddly familiar. The creature’s green eyes flashed from hers to her father’s before he let out a small, nervous chuckle.

“Uhh, meow?”

And then, Tom screamed. His fear and the sudden introduction of the loud noise caused Y/n to scream, too, which finally led to the little blue creature screaming. But the longer Y/n stared at it, the more she began to experience a slight hint of deja vu. She couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that she had seen this thing before.

“Wait,” she whispered, barely loud enough for her dad to hear, but the blue creature’s ears perked up. He turned his attention back to her and the second they locked eyes, the same sense of familiarity began coursing through his veins. After all of those days spent watching her from afar, how did he never notice the e/c eyes? Where had he seen them before?

Unfortunately, Tom just had to go and ruin the moment by pulling the trigger on the tranq gun.

“Dad, no!” Y/n cried, but it was already too late as the dart sank into the blue creature’s thigh. They could only watch as the animal looked down at the needle in his leg and slowly looked back up with a hurt glare.

“Ow,” he whined, his eyes already beginning to lose their concentration. Y/n was about to take a step towards the creature, but Tom wrapped his hand around her arm to stop her. The creature’s eyes floated over Tom’s shirt, zeroing in on the words that littered the old fabric. “San… Fran…sisco?” He muttered. The ring he had been holding on to loosely slipped from his fingers, and began rolling across the floor. As its velocity increased, it began expanding, deying all laws of logic as a portal overlooking the given city appeared. Y/n and Tom’s jaws dropped to the floor as they watched the creature stumble, dropping his little bag through the portal and collapsing onto the ground. Y/n’s heart ached for the poor thing as she fought to get out of her father’s grasp in order to help him.

Within seconds, the portal closed up, eliminating the slight wind that had appeared. “N-No…” The creature whimpered before finally passing out. A thick silence crossed over the three as Tom’s grip on Y/n’s arm loosened, both humans trying to figure out what the heck they just witnessed.

“What the actual fuck?” Y/n breathed.

“Language…”

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“Yes. Let’s shoot the poor thing and then put him in a cage,” Y/n rolled her eyes sarcastically, watching as her father poked the blue creature resting inside of their dog’s old cage. She batted at his hand, and gave him a death glare, but he just sighed.

“Come on, kid, what if he’s an alien?” Tom asked incredulously, turning back to the sleeping creature. He nudged its head with a metal spatula and sighed.

“I don’t know…” Y/n sighed, resting her head on her knuckle. I mean, she had to admit he was kind of… cute. The nostalgia that he was causing was just an added complication. There was something about his entire being that seemed eerily familiar to her, but she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why. Tom slowly withdrew something that had fallen onto the padding; an electric blue quill. The two slowly leaned closer to inspect the object, noting the little blue bolts of electricity that whizzed across its surface. It absolutely fascinated Y/n, while Tom seemed a little more apprehensive. He turned away from the cage and set it down on the counter, running a hand over his face.

“This is nuts,” he whispered. Y/n took the opportunity to get a little closer to the being, scanning his body with careful eyes. She debated reaching through the bars to touch him, but before she had a chance to, his eyes slowly popped open. Her eyes widened and she stayed perfectly still as he pushed himself up to a standing position and made his way to open the cage. Her breath catches in her throat as he finally looks up at her and gives her a small, sheepish smile, stumbling out onto the counter top. Even in the given circumstances, the only thing that the girl can think of is how absolutely adorable he is.

...wait, what?

“Star Chaser?” Y/n quickly turned her attention back to the present and furrowed her brows in confusion. Who was Star Chaser? “Donut Lord?” The blue being slurred, holding on to the cage for support. Tom swiveled around at the sound and scoffed.

“So the Blue Devil can talk. You’re not here to abduct us are you?”

“YOU abducted ME,” the Blue Devil replied defensively, pressing his hand against his chest. Y/n rolled her eyes and stepped between the two, looking the being in the eyes.

“I am very sorry for that-”

“Why are you apologizing to it?!” Tom cried, running his hands through his hair incredulously. Y/n just rolled her eyes.

“I told him to just leave you alone. But, if I may ask, who are you and why were you in our shed?” She finished. Tom facepalmed behind her while the Blue Devil did his best to concentrate his fatigue on the beautiful girl standing before him. Gosh, her eyes were pretty…

“I-I needed a safe place, and Donut Lord’s house was the only place I could think of, Star Chaser!”

“Why does he keep calling me Donut Lord?” Tom asked warily, slowly reaching for the tranq gun. Y/n quickly shot him a glare and he let out an annoyed huff. Even though he was her foster father, they acted like siblings with good-hearted and frequent quarrels.

“Because you talk to donuts,” the Blue Devil explained. “And then eat them when they get out of line.” Y/n snorted, trying her best to contain her laughter by pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. She didn’t notice the small smile that formed on the blue hedgehog’s face as Tom shrugged, nodding his head slightly.

“Fair. Why is she Star Chaser?” The Blue Devil got a distant look on his face, a small, thoughtful smile still lingering on his lips.

“I’ve watched her race out in the fields. It’s amazing how fast she can go. Sometimes I wonder if she’s trying to chase the stars out of the sky…” A soft smile slowly formed on your lips at his words. No one had ever talked about you like that before.

The distant look on his face was suddenly replaced by one with worry. His eyes began frantically glancing around the room, Y/n being able to practically see the alarms going off in his head. “Wait, where are my… Why am I still on earth? Oh no, I lost my rings!”

“Rings?” Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion. Just then, a loud rumbling sound came from outside. It had such an impact that it shook the entire house, startling the chimes that Maddie had hung up above the sink. The three looked around in confusion.

“What’s happening? Is this your mothership?” Tom began panicking, walking briskly around the table towards the window. He jabbed an accusing finger at the nervous hedgehog. “I do NOT want my daughter getting probed.”

“Dad, stop,” Y/n sighed, following him towards the window. “You’re the one who abducted him. Can’t you be just a little bit sentimental?”

“Thanks,” the hedgehog muttered just loud enough for Y/n to hear. She stood next to her foster dad at the window and peered out the glass. A giant grey vehicle that had been passing stopped and began backing up towards their driveway.

“What the hell kind of make is that?” Y/n muttered. The Blue Devil was by their side in a second and was peering through the window too. Once he caught sight of the ginormous lab van, he let out a squeak and pulled the white curtains shut.

“They’re after me!”

“Who’s after you?” Y/n questioned in concern. She got pushed behind Tom as he stood protectively in front of her, eyeing the Blue Devil suspiciously.

“And what does that have to do with us?”

“I don’t have time to explain, but you have to help me!” He pleaded. Y/n felt her heart sink for the creature, her instant gut feeling telling her that they had to help him. He was in danger, albeit he was apparently a runaway. Unfortunately, Tom had different ideas as he furiously shook his head.

“No, we don’t!”

“But Dad-”

“Y/n, enough,” Tom ended her protests sternly. He turned back to the blue hedgehog and furrowed his brows, wondering what reason he could possibly have that would need them to help him. “Why should we help you?”

“Well, my legs, which normally would be classified as legal weapons, feel like spaghetti. I need your help, please! It’s life or death.” The Blue Devil’s green eyes pleaded to Tom. Y/n slowly made her way out from behind her dad and glanced down at him. He knew exactly what to say in order to get Tom to help him, didn’t he? It was almost as if he had been there all of those times when Tom was wishing for someone to come to him in their time of need. His facade crumbled and he caved in almost instantly.

“Alright, fine. Y/n, take him up to the attic. I’ll take a look at what’s going on outside.” Tom ordered. Y/n nodded and motioned for the blue hedgehog to follow her. They quickly scampered towards the stairs, and as they began to walk quietly up the flights, Y/n noticed two things. One, Crazy Carl was right after all. The little “Blue Devil” was a lot larger than she had expected him to be, measuring up to be about half of her height. And two, the thing was having a horrific time walking. With a strangely racing heart, Y/n slowed down her pace and offered her hand to the being. He gave her a small smile and accepted it, wrapping his gloved hand around her own.

“My actual name is Y/n, by the way,” she finally spoke in an attempt to break the hurried silence. “But I like Star Chaser better.” He smiled beside her, trying to figure out why the girl before him seemed so familiar.

“I just thought it suited you. My name’s Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog.”

“I knew you weren’t an alien,” Y/n said as she let go of his hand to pull down the ladder. She picked the hedgehog up and set him down gently inside the attic. His name kept ringing throughout her head on an endless loop, like it was supposed to bring back some big part of her life, but it always came back empty. She gave him a small smile and was about to head back down when he stopped her.

“Wait,” his dreamy green eyes were full of concern as he looked straight into Y/n’s. “Be careful.”

Y/n appreciated how genuinely concerned he was for her safety. It was a beautiful gulp of fresh air amidst all of the others who thought she was crazy or weird. At least his sincerity made the fact that he had been basically stalking her and her family for a while now a little bit less creepy. Y/n gave him a reassuring smile and closed the attic door, racing all the way back down to the main floor where she skidded to a halt by the door.

There was Tom, with some very strange looking man sporting a signature Man with the Bowler Hat mustache standing in the Y/n slowly approached her dad and watched as the man turned his attention towards her.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had a daughter,” the man smiled creepily, sending shivers down her spine. She scrunched her nose as Tom wrapped his arm around her shoulder protectively.

“I have a name,” she raised her brows skeptically. “Y/n.”

At the sound of her name, the man got a shocked look on his face, his eyes widening to the size of saucers as he stared intensely at her. Tom and Y/n exchanged confused glances before the man quickly snapped back into reality.

“Y/n…” he repeated. “Interesting. Anyways, where was I? Oh, yes,” he suddenly propelled himself towards Tom, becoming very uncomfortably close to his face. Y/n slowly sank into her father’s arm in order to back away from the strange man. “I was spitting out formulas while you were still spitting up formula.”

“I was breastfed, actually,” Tom responded, mildly weirded out. Y/n’s face contorted in disgust. What the hell was this conversation?

“Nice,” he nodded. “Rub that in my orphan face.”

“Okay,” Y/n spoke up, finally having enough as she pushed the two apart. “Listen, I have no idea who you are and why you are here, but I think you should be leaving.”

“Ooh, fiesty one,” the man nodded, narrowing his eyebrows at you to the point that the folds on his forehead nearly overlapped one another. “Doctor Robotnik, I-”

A sudden thump sounded from the kitchen, startling the man enough to make him shut up. Tom and Y/n froze, running through every possible excuse in their minds as to what that could have been that wasn’t Sonic. Y/n turned to Robotnik and offered him the best sheepish smile she could muster.

“Um… Racoons?”

Robotnik gave her a fake smile and shouldered his way into the house. Y/n and Tom scrambled to follow him, praying to god that their little blue friend wasn’t sitting on the kitchen counter. Thankfully, once they reached the kitchen, they were greeted with a friendly racoon, shoveling handfuls of celebratory cake into its mouth. Y/n breathed a small sigh of relief through her mouth.

“See? Racoons.” Tom spoke defiantly, placing his hands on his hips. Y/n began to search the room quietly for any sign of Sonic while Robotnik was preparing to leave. They had almost gotten him out the door when he stopped and backtracked. In confusion, Y/n and Tom followed his gaze and their hearts stopped.

He slowly held up the lone electric blue quill for all to see.

“Looks like I was right,” a shit-eating grin formed on his face. “Note the lack of surprise.” He pointed to his monotone expression and Y/n could already tell that she fucking hated him. She slowly began to back away from him when a floating egg shaped orb harnessing a bright red laser became very interested in Tom. Y/n’s heart raced, back growing tense as she began to hesitantly back away until Robotnik gave her a warning glare.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

“So, let’s try this again. Where. Is. It?”

“Look, man, leave her out of this. We have no idea what ‘it’ is,” Tom exclaimed, beginning to hold his hands up in surrender. Robonik simply shook his head and pushed some buttons on the gloves that he was wearing.

“I hate liars. You have five seconds to tell me where it is. Five… Four…” He began to count down, Y/n only being able to watch in horror as the white orb came ever closer to her father, the menacing light flashing. Daring someone to challenge it. Tom stared, his facade crumbling with every second that was counted down, trying desperately to find a way out. Things were looking to death when a sudden electric blue blur shot out from behind the counter and stood in front of Y/n, hands outspread in protection.

“Wait!” Sonic cried. “Don’t hurt them!”

Y/n looked down at the little hedgehog in shock, and was startled when Robotnik let out the most girlish scream anyone had ever heard come from the pipes of a man. Then Tom punched him in the face.

“Yes, go Dad!” Y/n whooped as the Doctor crumpled onto the floor, unconscious. Their victory was short lived, however, as the second she finished talking, she was dragged behind the counter by Sonic to avoid getting hit in the face by a laser beam. The three watched in horror as the Wachowski’s custom designed kitchen became destroyed by the angry red bots, shooting around with no instructions as their master was now taking a nap on the floor. Before Y/n even had the chance to ask what they should do, they noticed that Sonic was already missing. Looking frantically around the room, Tom motioned up to one of the kitchen cupboards, and sure enough, there was Sonic preparing to jump onto one of the bots that was probably scanning for their heat signatures or something equally significant. The two shook their heads rapidly, but Sonic simply gave them one of the most adorable sassy nods Y/n had ever seen. He leapt onto the robot, trying desperately to smack it as it spun around like a horse without a head.

“This-was a… horrible idea!” Sonic screamed before he got flung off the robot, sailing through the air, and landing straight into Y/n’s arms. He offered her a sheepish smile, and Y/n rolled her eyes, a smile still playing across her lips. She set him down just in time to see her dad knock the bot out with a frying pan. It careened to a halt and collapsed onto the ground.

“Alright,” Y/n nodded, kicking it once with the scuff of her shoe for good measure. “Shall we get out of here?”

“Yes, please.”

♡♡♡

The three runaways were able to pull out of the driveway just as a bunch of other Men in Black vans were pulling up to the house. Tom sat behind the wheel while Sonic sported a shotgun, and Y/n crouched in the middle of the backseat with no seatbelt. Because this was living on the dark side, and on the dark side, we don’t wear seatbelts.

“Okay, so now that we aren’t running from scary doctors, what the hell is going on here?” Y/n asked, leaning forward on the console and resting her head in her hand as she turned to Sonic. He leaned his head back against the seat and sighed.

“Well, I just might have been the reason for that big power explosion… and now people after me. To make things worse, I lost my rings to a place that I’ve only ever seen on your dad’s skin tight T-shirt, and I have to make it to the Mushroom Planet or else I’m putting everyone here in danger.” He finally took in a deep gulp of air after pulling out that whole explanation in one breath. Y/n furrowed her brows in concern.

“Mushroom Planet?” Tom asked, his lips pressing into a firm line.

“You must have lost them in San Francisco,” Y/n said. Suddenly, Tom jerked the wheel to the right and pulled off to the side of the road, unlocking the doors in the process.

“Alright, get out.” Y/n and Sonic stared at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry, what?” Sonic narrowed his eyes slightly. Tom leaned forwards and opened the passenger side door for him, running a hand down his face.

“Look, this is the worst time for me to be getting into trouble with the law and my daughter doesn’t really need a track record. So, you can go off and have good luck with finding your weird little Mushroom Planet. I’ll hopefully wake up in a hospital room soon with a successful colonoscopy and a happy, totally sane teenage daughter, so goodbye.”

“What? Dad!” Y/n started to object, her blood boiling in irritation at his insensitivity. Sonic shook his head and gave her a half-hearted smile as he slipped out of the car.

“It’s okay, Y/n. Goodbye, I guess…” But instead of leaving, he just stood there. Staring. Y/n turns to stare at her father too to double the effect.

“Why aren’t you leaving?” He groaned in frustration.

“How the hell is he supposed to know where San Francisco is?” Y/n laughs, and Tom sighs in defeat, knowing that she’s right. He gives her a half-assed glare, but as usual she was refusing to back down. Sonic doesn’t notice the small smile forming on his own lips, his appreciation for this strangely familiar girl increasing with every second he spent with her.

“It’s West. Straight shot.” Tom finally tells him. Sonic nods.

“Okay. West. Cool. Cool, I’m totally cool with saying goodbye right now,” he exaggerates, swirling his gloved hands around with the hurt clearly evident on his face.

“I’m not,” Y/n grumbles, pressing her cheek against the rough leather of the driver’s seat. Before anyone could say another word, Sonic shot off in the given direction faster than the speed of sound. Y/n’s jaw drops open along with Tom’s as they look down at the spot where he once was.

“H-holy shit,” Y/n stuttered.

“D-did he just-” Tom didn’t even get to finish the sentence before Sonic came back, only this time soaking wet. He was sporting a nice fish on his head and a bunch of seaweed hanging on to his quills, which accented his sarcastic expression perfectly. Y/n tried to stifle her laughter by pouting and turning to her father as he rolled his eyes.

“So, as I crashed into the cold, dark Pacific,” Sonic began, sending a wink in Y/n’s direction. “I noticed a couple things. A, I have no idea where I’m going. B, salt water stings. And C, I shouldn’t even be on this planet right now but I am. Why? Because you shot me.” Sonic’s eyes narrowed.

“I know,” Tom sighed, turning back to the road.

“You shot me!”

“Okay, you don’t need to rub it in,” he sniffed, glancing at Y/n out of the corner of his eye. “She was there too…”

“She didn’t shoot me,” Sonic stood up for her. Y/n gave him a kind smile as he began listing off characteristics on his gloved fingers. “I’m wet, I’m cold, there’s a fish on my head, and clearly I’m not going to be able to do this on my own!” Once he finished, Y/n slowly reached out to him and pushed the fish off his head, watching as it flopped about helplessly on the ground.

“You do owe it to him,” she subtly pressed, leaning back once again in her seat. Tom stayed silent for a moment, staring firmly at the little blue hedgehog for what seemed like forever. Finally he caved and started the ignition once again.

“Fine. Get in.”

“Really?” Sonic and Y/n chimed in hopeful unison. “You’re going to help me?” He shook out his fur at such a high speed that once he finished, it poofed out like a dramaticized afro. Y/n giggled in her seat, not being able to handle how cute it was. Butterflies began to wander around in her stomach.

“I guess it is sort of my fault,” Tom hesitantly admitted.

“Actually, it’s entirely your fault,” Y/n teased. He gave her a playful shove, but snorted nonetheless. Sonic quickly climbed into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.

“Road trip!” He cheered, looking excitedly around the car. Y/n cheered along with him while still trying to shake the eerily feeling of familiarity. Tom shook his head, squeezing the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

“What the hell am I doing with my life?”

♡ a.a.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog movie #sonic the hedgehog imagines #sonic imagines #sonic the hedgehog movie x reader #sonic the hedgehog movie imagines #flawsome bandits #blue blur x reader #donut lord #pretzel lady #dr robotnik

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doctorgerth · 5 years ago

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Prompt Winner #7

Winner: @vervada-stormrider

Prompt: “This is your daughter.”

Description: Sabo comes home after a long mission of defeating Celestial Dragons to his wife who surprises him with their newborn child.

Rating: a lil bit of angst, but mostly fluff

Warnings: mild cursing

Notes: Winner’s OC (Grace) is s/o; written in Sabo’s POV; AU where Ace is alive and well (the best); I also impulsively added Dragon fluff in there and I have no idea where it came from lol Hope you enjoy! x

Little Dragon (Sabo)

Prompt Story

(Word Count: 2049)

"Dragon, sir, please. I want to go home." I pleaded to my boss. The mission was completed, and I was purely exhausted in the aftermath, "I need to see my wife."

Dragon's eyes laid heavy, almost unreadable while looking back at me. What more could he want from me? We successfully took down the Celestial Dragons, why would he need me here any second longer?

A small rip in the heart as I studied his sad features, I knew well why he was so hesitant to send us away. The Revolutionary Army was the only family he had, the only home he's known for quite some time. With our main quest fulfilled, what was he to do now?

"Very well, Sabo. Stay in touch. Our duties are far from over." He hoarsely muttered, breaking eye contact to mark his pen onto unknown papers.

"I'll never forget what you've done for me, sir. Thank you for everything." I responded with a genuine smile and salute. I turned on my heels, almost running out the door to avoid an emotional goodbye. Words weren't necessary to express our gratitude and familial bond to each other. Dragon was like a father to me, but it was time to return home to my wife.

Leaving Grace while she was sick was one of the hardest things I've ever had to experience. I wanted nothing more than to stay home and care for her, find out just what was making her so ill, but duty called and we both knew I had important matters to take care of. It was always hard leaving her, harder than any mission or training I've had to endure. But now, we would have each other to ourselves for the first time in months, and I didn't plan on abandoning her again any time soon.

I grew a bit concerned when her letters stopped sending, but there was no way to read them anyhow since they were sent to the base and I was away at Mariejois. Upon returning from the mission, I was a bit disheartened to see no letters awaited for me at all. There were times when my mind trailed off to depressing thoughts, but I had to quickly shut them down and push forward. It's what Grace would want, no matter what.

So, I did just that, pushed my way forward as I rushed back home to her. Grace was strong, the strongest woman I knew, there was no way a petty illness would claim her. And surely no other man could have taken her from me, right?

When our house came into view, I was suddenly struck with an intense nervousness. It's been so long since we've last seen each other; going into this reminded me of the anxiety I felt on our first date. I was giddy as hell, but I couldn't calm my erratic heart beat and shaky fingers.

The house looked the same, not too shabby, just something temporary on the new homing base. She didn't mind it when we first moved, I hope it didn't feel too empty to her while I was away. My legs carried me at a leisurely pace as I attempted to normalize my breathing. When I approached the door, strange sounds were emitting from inside the house. I placed my ear against the door and heard an odd voice that almost seemed recognizable.

"That's my baby girl." A voice, obviously male, cooed, "You're such a good girl."

My brows furrowed at the suggestive words, "What the hell?"

"What a cute lil tushy you have~"

Was that man talking to my wife like that? What the hell was going on?!

"Alright, that's it!" I bellowed before busting down the door, pipe in hand and dragon claws out, "Get away from her!"

My anger clouded my judgement as I wrestled with the strange male in my house, choking him in a headlock.

"Woah, woah, woah! Sabo! Stop, it's me!" The voice cried out in exasperation. As if a switch, my anger receded as I realized it was my own brother whom I had in my grasp.

"Ace? What are you doing here?" I shouldn't be surprised since he was my wife's cousin after all, but still, it was odd to see him. And why was he talking about Grace's tushy?

My eyes averted towards the living room where a beautiful, white-haired woman stood; my gorgeous wife. I released Ace and rose to my feet in one swift motion, my eyes never leaving her figure. Her shaking hands were folded along her mouth as tears streamed down her face; the utter joy in her eyes making her all the more charming.

"Sabo..." She whispered and I wanted to hear her say my name over and over again. I hadn't realized just how much I had missed her alluring call of my name.

"Grace." I replied, feeling stinging tears pooling at my own eyes; she was still the Grace I knew and loved.

She ran over to my figure, pulling my body into hers in desperate embraces as if she didn't fully believe it was me. Her graceful fingers ghosted over my skin, my clothes, my hair, and I relaxed into her every touch. This was it, I was finally home.

I pulled her chin up to place a loving kiss against her quivering lips. My fingers rubbed circles into her cheeks, wiping away every tear that flowed down. I couldn't possibly be any happier now that I had the love of my life with me again. However, a soft gurgling noise broke my consciousness as my eyes opened in between our passionate reunion. Grace seemed to notice as she pulled away a little awkwardly.

My eyes trailed over to the little baby that was nestled into a wooden crib. I flickered between Grace and the baby all the while a small smile fell upon her lips. She walked over to the baby, lifting it up into her arms, before returning to her spot before me.

"This is your daughter." She whispered as her smile grew, "Isn't she beautiful?"

My throat clenched at her statement. My daughter? I had a child? She outstretched her arms towards me, handing over the small child. I was hesitant at first, but I took her gently into my arms. The way her small frame fit so easily into my hold, and those big blue eyes that looked at me so curiously, I couldn't prevent the dam from breaking. I probably looked a mess as tears flowed freely down my face and I was struggling to maintain my composure. Grace cried happily beside me, grabbing at her tiny hands.

"Her name's Kaida." I looked over to my wife who was happily choking out her words. My lips parted in surprise at such a beautiful name, "It means little dragon."

The tears flowed harder as I whispered that name over and over; what a fitting name, "She's so lovely..."

Kaida cooed up at me as if she knew what I had said, and I chuckled lightly to myself before placing a light kiss along her smooth forehead. Her curious fingers went to grab playfully at my nose and I smiled down at her; her incredibly adorable giggle filled my ears. My heart nearly burst at the notion.

She was the perfect mixture between Grace and me. Her tiny head had little pufts of my blonde, and her eyes were big and blue like mine. But she had her mother's nose and lips, along with subtle signs of arising freckles that were sure to litter her cheeks much like on her mother's face. Aside from Grace, she was the most captivating thing I had ever laid my eyes on. And she was mine; she was our child.

"Was she the illness?" I looked over to Grace who nodded reassuringly. Perhaps that's why she stopped writing me. She knew I would have easily left my duties to be with her throughout the pregnancy.

"Little dragon sure was a tough one. Very picky eater and lots of morning sickness." Grace stretched her arms above her in a big yawn, "But the moment I had her, I just instantly loved her so much. Way more than I could ever have imagined. She helped remind me of you while you were away. She helped me cope."

I frowned a little at her heart-breaking confession, "I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you."

Her hand gripped at my forearm, "Sabo, it's okay. You know I understand. Besides, this idiot decided to keep me company for most of it, so I was hardly alone." A scowl formed on her face as she motioned over towards Ace.

"Hey, I helped you!" Ace retorted, "And Kaida loves me! I'm the favorite uncle!"

Grace rolled her eyes in amusement, "I suppose you are better than Uncle Luffy who almost dropped her within seconds of first holding her...but showing her off to quite literally the whole town and putting her in dangerous situations doesn't really redeem you, now does it?"

"I was just being a proud uncle showing off my adorable niece!" He attempted to defend himself, but denied any regret for his actions. It was evident that he truly loved Kaida.

I couldn't deny the disappointment I felt at the idea of my brothers seeing and spending time with my baby before I ever could, but I was thankful for their care and protection nevertheless. I walked over to Ace, holding Kaida tightly in my arms, "Thank you, Ace. For taking care of Grace and for loving Kaida while I was away."

Ace smiled proudly, "You're truly lucky Sabo. I'm glad you're back, man." His hand reached down to touch Kaida, but I snatched her away before he had the chance. My eyes grew dark as I snarled, "Don't you ever talk about her tushy again. And if you ever put her in another dangerous situation again, I will end you. Clear?"

Ace's lips zipped automatically and he began sweating nervously, "Uh, I'm gonna go get more food. The fridge is empty. Baby needs food. I need food..." With that, he zoomed out of the house towards town.

I looked over to my wife who sat along the couch, eyes beginning to droop all the while an amused smile remained on her lips. I placed myself beside her gently, keeping Kaida safe in my arms while I settled into the couch. Grace nuzzled into my side with another big yawn as she rubbed at Kaida's head.

"Rest, my dear. You need it." I couldn't even begin to imagine how tired she was after the pregnancy, having a baby, and dealing with the dumbass duo. She smiled contently at my words and closed her eyes.

"Won't have to tell me twice."

I chuckled as Kaida returned the notion with a little yawn of her own, and I had to suppress the giddy aww I wanted to scream as a reaction. Her eyes fluttered shut as her mouth opened to release soft baby snores.

"I'm so happy you're back, honey. I'm so glad you're safe." Grace whispered following up with her own light snoring. Soon enough, both of my girls were sleeping away in the comfort of my arms. My face was aching from smiling so much, but there was no way possible to contain the pure joy I felt at having my wife snug by my side, and my daughter sleeping lightly in my arms.

I didn't know what I did to deserve such a beautiful family. I had done so much wrong throughout my years, did I truly deserve such loving, precious angels? I looked down at my family, and felt an intense surge of protection. Silently, I vowed to love and protect them for the rest of my life, no matter how undeserving I truly was. No one would ever be able to take my family away from me.

It was strange, but I thought about Dragon as I looked down at my precious Kaida. He had been a father figure to me all these years, and now it was my turn to be a father to my little dragon. Thanks to him, I actually felt like I could do it. I was going to be the best husband and father ever, not only for the sake of my family, but in order to honor the man who treated me like family when I had no one. I had my own family now, and I would never take advantage of that.

#doctorgerth #doc writes #prompt winner #scenario #fluff #light angst #one piece oc #sabo x oc #tw: parenting #tw: kids #vervada stormrider

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thebardisabird · 7 years ago

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My heart, que lindos…I’d be happy to write this. Daddymatsus hearing their babies some variant of “dada” (I’m gonna try to make them a little different), UNDER THE CUT!

Osomatsu He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he was envious. A few days ago he heard his son’s first words - “Mama”. Of course you were giddy, showering your son with extra affection and doting on him each time he repeated it. Your poor husband on the other hand sat with his cheeks huffed for several days after. Anytime you tried to approach him to ask what was wrong, he’d turn his nose up and respond with a curt, “Nothing”. It was obvious he was jealous - any time your son would call out for you, his eye would give a little twitch. Thankfully that didn’t stop him from showing either of you love, but you admitted you had to feel bad for the guy. When Osomatsu left to visit his brothers, you devised a plan. Taking a picture of you and your husband from your bedroom, you headed towards your son - who was currently knocking his building blocks over. You knelt down next to him and pulled him into your lap, “Okay kiddo,” you said, kissing the top of his head, “Daddy’s being a jealous little mope, so let’s make him feel loved.” You pointed to Osomatsu’s face, leaning over your son to make sure you had his attention. The plan was to hopefully get your son to finally learn his name too, it was excruciating watching your grown man of a husband devolve into a child because your actual child learned to say ‘mama’ first. When you were sure he was looking at the photo, you said softly, “Dada” Your son made a soft noise of confusion at first, but immediately giggled after, clapping his hands in recognition of the man in the photo. Already a great start. You continued doing so for a couple of days, pointing at Osomatsu and repeating ‘Dada’ to your son each time. It seems your hard work finally paid off one day, when your husband came to frome the race tracks, hefty winnings in hand. He was already on cloud nine with the amount of cash he was able to earn back from his bets, but paled in comparison to when his son greeted him in the living room, broad smile on his face, “Dada! Dada!” The currency was tossed aside in order for Osomatsu to pick up his little boy, laughing tearfully as he held him in his arms. It pulled at your heartstrings to hear him so happy. You walked in to find him nuzzling your son, but when he noticed you, his expression went from tender joy to victoriously evil. He beamed at you, pointed smile adorning his features, “I’m the favorite now.” Eyes rolling, you turned back around. That’s not how that worked, but you figured you’d let him have his moment. Karamatsu He wiped his hands on his apron, the sticky sweetness of the apples piling on his fingers. It was just him and the baby for the afternoon - the flower shop was covered for today and you were off getting groceries for dinner. At the edge of the dining room table was his little daughter in her highchair, giggling to herself. She brightened when Karamatsu walked toward her, a plate of fresh slice apples in hand. He sat next to her, popping one into his mouth - and breaking another slice in half. “Open up for Daddy, ahhh” he said, moving his mouth for her to mimic. She took the apple piece joyfully, a pleased noise coming from her as she chewed. He watched her, making small indecipherable words to express her enjoyment. It was getting time for her to start learning actual words! At the thought, Karamatsu hatched an idea. Taking the other half of the apple piece, he gently smiled and lifted it to her face, “Say Dah-dee” he worded slowly. Her expression spelled confusion, and he repeated himself, “Dah-dee. You can do it my little pearl, say Dah-dee.” His daughter watched the movement of his mouth and very slowly she uttered roughly, “Dahhh-dee?” Karamatsu’s heart gave an energetic leap, his breath coming out in an emotional exhale - tears immediately spilling down his cheeks. He fed her the apple piece, her face lighting up once more. “That’s right, sweet pea…Daddy’s here,” he took her little face in his hand and caressed her head against his cheek, “And he loves you so much…” Choromatsu Choromatsu watched his small son play with his toys quietly in the living room. It warmed his heart to watch his child already playing with bigger things like cars and action figures though he was barely a year old. He sipped his coffee, at some point opting to sit with his son. Taking a car in his hand, he laughed softly when his son climbed into his lap to try and grab at the toy. He was propped on Choromatsu’s knee, “Daddy wants to show you how a car sounds,” he said, leaning his head on his child’s. With wonder, the young child eyed the way his father handled the toy car. Choromatsu dragged thing around the floor, making sputtering and revving noises as he turned imaginary corners and zipped around the floor. Small hums of intrigue came from the boy, and Choromatsu smiled. He pretended to narrate an ongoing race, imagining a small track, and continued to zoom the tiny plaything to his son’s enjoyment. Not but fifteen minutes later did he feign a crowd’s applause, lips buzzing from the constant car sounds. His son had fallen asleep in his lap, cozied up between his arms and legs. A tender smile came to the green matsu and he moved to pick up his child - to his bed he goes for a little nap. As he made his way, the young one cuddled against his father, a soft murmur just reaching Choromatsu’s ears, “Da….dee…” Choromatsu shook as he laid his son to rest in his room, biting his lip so the proud sob that threatened to leave him wouldn’t wake his child. He exited the bedroom filled with so much love.

Ichimatsu He was feeding her his special onigiri when he heard her say it. She enjoyed his onigiri he came to find, as he always made in shapes of things she loved: birds, flowers, even bumblebees. Gentle pats to the balls of rice and a few nimble tweaks and voilà - onigiri shaped like cat heads. Ichimatsu felt pride settle in his chest, the snacks taking on a visage to his favorite animal. He plated them carefully, heading toward his daughter who was coloring wildly in the book he’d bought her a few days ago. His hand came to rest on her head in order to get her attention, “Papa has snacks” he said, gently laying the plate on the table. At the sight of the onigiri, she clapped her hands, recognizing her favorite snack right away. She giggled at the kitty shape, and for the first time she pointed at the rice balls and then to her father, giddily shouting, “Papa! Papa!” Immediately Ichimatsu pressed a hand to mouth, and before he knew it, he was silently crying. Hearing his little girl call him ‘Papa’ for the first time ever…Ichimatsu wasn’t sure his heart could take such a hard hitting milestone. But when she laid her little hand on his and hummed a noise of enjoyment, he calmed. She was taken into his arms, the top of her head messed by the chubby, wet cheek of her father. His daughter continued to nibble at her onigiri, snuggling back her father in the process.

Jyushimatsu Chasing his little ones around the house was his current favorite thing to do. Jyushimatsu was quick enough to catch them should they trip or be close to bumping into anything, so he enjoyed running after them. Hand in hand, his twins clumsily dove behind furniture and under tables to escape his capture. He laughed, wide smile stretching at the little game, “Daddy’s gonna getcha!” The pair giggled at his voice, rolling under the coffee table to evade his strong arms. He bent over, a soft acknowledgement as he watched them slip through the other end. With lightning quickness, Jyushimatsu hopped over the table, landing on his feet in front of the two little ones.They were scooped into his arms without hesitation initially yelling in surprise - but that melted into fits of giggles when their father blew raspberries into their tiny cheeks. He held them close, hugging them to his broad chest, a feeling of warmth spreading over him - his two pride and joy in his arms. They looked up at their grinning father, and in soft unison said sleepily, “Daddy…” With that, they nestled in their fathers arms, the sudden exhaustion of trudging around the house taking them. Jyushimatsu beamed at his twin babies, their first words being said with such happiness. His heart swelled with pride, and he couldn’t stop the tears of joy from pricking the corners of his eyes. He pressed gentle kisses at the top of their heads and held them still as he sat on the couch, drifting off to sleep after them. Todomatsu “My little princess” he cooed, nuzzling his nose with hers as he tickled her soft cheeks. The giggle that escaped her put joy in his heart. Nothing to him made him feel more happy than the sound of his daughter giggling. He lifted her into his arms, taking her to the kitchen with him, where he sat her in her high chair. You were on your way home from work, and Todomatsu promised he’d have dinner ready. Hearing her father hum, the little girl swayed gently. He took notice, a small laugh leaving him. With a quick hit of his knife, he cut a piece of the pumpkin for the tempura dinner he was making and fed it to his daughter, “Daddy loves you, silly little girl” he said, fingertip booping her nose. She paid him a soft chuckle and wrapped her tiny hand around his, “Daddy! Daddy!” she repeated, rocking excitedly at her father’s words. Todomatsu’s face instantly scrunched as though he was about to burst into tears, and he kissed his daughter’s forehead quickly before taking off. Wet trails ran down his face as he rushed to find his phone, “I NEED A VIDEO” he wailed, tearing apart his bedroom for the device.

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bloomsoftly · 7 years ago

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can’t get you (out of my head)

a thank you/birthday fic for @phoenix-173. happy birthday, lady! ❤️❤️❤️

pairing: darcy/bucky (wintershock) rating: g (mild cursing) word count: 6041

(a million thanks to @ragwitch for her mad beta skills. xoxo)

The twins met her at the front door, which wasn’t particularly unusual. When she peered closer at their little faces, however, she could see that Wanda’s eyes were still red from her tears, and her cheeks were all ruddy. She clung to Darcy’s legs, not even waiting for her to drop her backpack by the door. Pietro was hugging himself, eyes on the floor. “Hi, guys,” she greeted, reaching out to Pietro with a cautious hand. Most of the time he loved to cuddle with her, but on bad days he tended to need a little extra space. When he folded himself along her hip without hesitation, she breathed a silent sigh of relief. “Is everything okay?” Pietro nodded against her hip, but didn’t speak. For once, it was Wanda who took the lead. She pressed herself along Darcy’s other side and mumbled into her hip, “Can we go to the park, Darce?” Above their heads, face tilted to the ceiling so they couldn’t see her, Darcy closed her eyes in worry. She hummed noncommittally. “Where’s Miss Ella?” Their foster mom should know what was going on, at the very least. At her question, both grips tightened against her clothes, and she had to gently pry them loose. That was one question answered. They stayed behind as she walked down the entryway, two tiny, forlorn figures in the cold light of a fall afternoon. Ellen was bracing her cell phone between her shoulder and her cheek when Darcy walked into the kitchen. She turned slightly at the sound of shoes scuffing against the tile, smiling absently in Darcy’s general direction. “Hold on a second, Marsha.” Cupping her hand over the receiver, she said, “Hey, Darce. Can you take the twins to the park or something? They've been driving me crazy ever since they got home.” She didn't wait for an answer before turning back around. “Sorry, girl. No, not the little ones. That was the teenager. No, I know, the joys of parenting—” On that note, Darcy decided it was best if she went ahead and left. Sighing a little, she turned back the way she’d come. “Sure. I'll take the kids to the park.” She didn’t wait for the older woman to respond; it would be a waste of effort, anyway. Luckily, the kids lost some of their anxiety as they walked down the quiet streets. Wanda even skipped a little as she tried to keep up with Darcy’s stride. Her brother was still a little clingier than usual, although there was a faint smile on his face by the time they actually got to the park. As was their routine, they headed straight for the swings. She'd come here often enough with them that they'd all worked out a system. They might only be seven years old, but the twins had a very keen eye for equality and proportions, and wouldn't hesitate to let Darcy know if she was pushing one of them a little too often. Pietro got bored faster than his sister, and pretty soon he was zipping around the perimeter of the playground, arms stretched wide and making zooming airplane noises. Darcy watched him from the corner of one eye as she pushed Wanda on the swing. Checking to make sure the little girl was still entertained, she tried to broach the sore subject from earlier. “Wanda…do you wanna tell me what happened earlier that upset Piet and made you cry?” A faint sniffle drifted up from the little girl’s general direction, but she didn't look up at Darcy. “Not really.” Which meant that there was no way she was going to tell her anything. If Pietro was the daring, reckless twin, Wanda made up for it with her stubbornness.

“Alright.” She huffed a resigned laugh and decided to try again—with the other twin—later. Speaking of which, Pietro zoomed past them, deeper into the park. “What's that?” he yelled, taking off at a sprint. Muffling a curse, Darcy plucked Wanda from the swing and they took off after him. The little girl giggled as they ran, laughter echoing through the empty air. “Piet, what are you doing? You're not supposed to run off like that! Oh—” She came to a screeching halt, realizing exactly what her little brother had gotten himself into. He was staring up at the bemused, sweaty form of Bucky Barnes, the running back on her school’s football team. He was breathing hard, propped up against a tire— the kind that professional football players used in the movies. She stared like an idiot, completely dumbstruck. Bucky stared back, equally silent. A soft clearing of the throat had Darcy turning around. “Hey, Darcy.” “Steve!” She spun with a relieved smile, glad that her tongue had finally come unglued from the roof of her mouth. “How are you?” “I'm good,” he replied with a gently mocking grin. “Those are odd clothes to be wearing for a run through the park.” Looking down at her skinny jeans and chunky sweater, Darcy huffed. At the reminder, she turned to her little brother. “Piet, you know you can't go running off like that.” The boy scuffed his shoe against the grass and scowled. Sensing an oncoming tantrum, Wanda abandoned ship and headed straight for Steve, climbing up onto the bench next to him to peer over his shoulder. Bemused, he tilted his notebook so that she could see whatever he'd been drawing before they’d rudely interrupted. The sweet, considerate action earned him a grin and a pat on the cheek from Wanda, and Darcy had to stifle a smile. She turned back to Pietro and Bucky, only to find them in a strange kind of standoff. Bucky looked amused, thankfully, while Pietro stared up at him with a strange mix of defiance and awe. As Darcy stepped closer, Bucky’s eyes darted to her. “I'm sorry we interrupted your workout, Bucky,” she said, ignoring the way his eyes widened at her use of his name. Had he thought that she didn't know who he was? Because if so, that was ridiculous.

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“No, that’s okay,” he replied with a grin. It was a little dorky, and she was embarrassed that her heart raced at the sight of it. After a year and a half, she was supposed to be over this stupid crush—she’d never even talked to him before. He glanced away before she could figure out what to say next, back toward Pietro. With a friendly smile, he leaned down so that he was closer to the little boy’s level. “Hi, there. I’m Bucky.” Pietro’s frown was mulish, and again Darcy wondered what had happened at school. He wasn’t usually this hostile, not even to strangers. Huffing, he rolled his eyes. “I know. Darcy said your name like five seconds ago. Are you deaf or something?” “Pietro!” Darcy stared at him, aghast. He flinched away from her angry stare, but Bucky drew the boy’s attention back to him with a mild laugh. “Yeah, I guess she did, didn’t she? I was just trying to be polite. Your name is Pietro?” Ducking his chin, the little boy nodded cautiously. The older boy squatted down to bring himself to Pietro’s level. Worried that another rude comment was about to be made, Darcy hovered close by. She tried not to get distracted by the way the dry, cool sweat was causing goosebumps to break out over Bucky’s naked torso, but it was tough.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Pietro.” He stuck out a hand between them, waiting patiently as the younger boy eyed him up and down. Eventually, Pietro stuck his hand out to shake.

“Maybe we should let Bucky get back to his—” she trailed off, not sure what to call it, but the boy in question shot her a quick grin and shook his head immediately. “No, it’s okay. I needed a break anyway.” His attention immediately drifted back to Pietro, leaving her to awkwardly stand there. Deciding that she didn’t need to referee their bonding time, Darcy turned to head toward Wanda and Steve. The little girl was watching him as he sketched, tongue stuck out in concentration as if she was the one with the pencil pressed to the page. Other than a glance in her direction every now and then, Steve ignored the intrusion. A slight grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, though, so at least she wasn’t being a total nuisance. As Darcy plopped down on the bench, Wanda abandoned her observation post and came around to sit next to her. Steve’s eyes darted up from his drawing, but the little girl was completely focused on Bucky and her brother. Trust gained, Pietro had moved on to quizzing Bucky about his exercises, while the teenager bore his curiosity with grace.

“He got his name right,” Wanda said, glancing up at Darcy to make sure she'd heard.

She had, although she had no idea why that was important.

“What?” With a tiny huff, Wanda slid across the bench until she was halfway in the older girl’s lap. Rolling her eyes, Darcy heaved her up until Wanda was fully settled across her legs; even after several years with her; the twins had trouble asking for what they wanted outright. Leaning against her older sister, content to settle in one place for the moment, Wanda repeated her simple statement.

“He got Pietro’s name right.” There was a weight of importance to her words that Darcy didn't understand—until all of a sudden the lightbulb went off and she understood what Wanda was trying to tell her. Squeezing the young girl gently, she murmured, “Have the other kids been giving Piet a hard time?” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve's head shoot up from his drawing, but she ignored it. At Wanda’s nod, she sighed.

“I'll talk to him, sestrica.” Her horrible accent made Wanda giggle, as she'd intended. “But the kids who make fun of your names or your accents are just mean, scared bullies. Okay? There's nothing wrong with you. It's them who are the problem.” Wanda shifted, hiding her face against Darcy’s neck. Across the field, Bucky looked over at them in concern. Darcy met his eyes over Wanda’s back and smiled. After a moment of hesitation, gaze darting between her expression and the defensive posture of the girl, Bucky tentatively smiled back. Pietro followed his gaze and immediately stopped working on the exercises Bucky had been teaching him.

“But it's not fair, Darce.” Her voice hit a high wine, and Pietro’s eyebrows furrowed when he heard it. Darcy’s heart clenched, and she could only whisper a soft, “I know.” Not for the first time, Darcy wished that Ellen was more interested in being an actual mom to the kids. Instead, soothing the distraught child would fall to her. She was supposed to be a child herself, she thought with a healthy dose of self-pity. Not that she'd had the opportunity to be one for many years. They said their goodbyes quickly; both Pietro and Darcy could feel a full-on Wanda meltdown coming, and it was always best to be home for that. Steve, having overheard the quiet conversation between the two girls, let them leave with nothing more than a commiserating smile and a soft wave—which Darcy was pleased to note that Wanda returned. But as they turned to go, Bucky deliberately stepped into their path. Not threatening, but enough to draw her attention. “Everything good, Darce?” Stubbornly suppressing a shudder at the way the nickname rolled off his tongue, she nodded and hummed. “Mhmm. It's just time to get these little munchkins home before they get too tired.” “I'm not a munchkin,” Pietro grumbled as he took her hand. Wanda didn't say anything at all, which only served to prove Darcy’s point. Darcy ruffled her brother’s hair but didn't say anything. Bucky shifted uneasily in front of her, and she curiously glanced back up to catch his eye. “We were—are, uh—are gonna do something later. Maybe grab dinner or something? If you want to come.” It took her a second to realize he was inviting her to hang out with them some more, and the question made Darcy’s heart soar. When she didn't respond right away, Bucky added, “Stevie’s gonna be there, too, of course. It'd be the three of us. If you want.” She opened her mouth to say yes—don’t shout, Darce, act cool, oh my god this is the best thing that has ever happened to you—and then Pietro shifted against her hip. Realization swept over her, and she had to close her eyes for a second to hide the tears of frustration that were gathering at the corners of her eyelids.

“I’d love to—but,” she sputtered, coughed, then tried again, staring at the ground. “I wish I could. But I can’t. I’m sorry.” With her eyes lowered, she didn’t see Bucky’s reaction to her words. His face was frozen when she dared to look up; the silence had stretched too long. “Right. Right, of course,” he finally said. She wanted to explain, to spill everything about Ellen and Wanda and Pietro, but she couldn’t. She refused to hurt the twins’ feelings or make them feel like a burden, not even to save her social life. “See you later,” she murmured, stepping around him. He didn’t say anything at all. The trip home was quiet, the silence heavy. Instead of going out to dinner with Steve and the boy she’d been crushing on for almost two years, she made dinner for Pietro and Wanda and made sure to sit down with them afterward. In a soft tone, she talked to them about the bullies at school; as gently as she could, she repeated what she’d said to Wanda to her brother (and resolved to put a thought or two into Ellen’s head—something that would get the woman over to their school to do something about it). They cuddled for hours afterward, until the twins dropped off to sleep curled around her. As she stared down at their peaceful faces, Darcy couldn’t bring herself to regret her choice. Still, she couldn’t hold back a lonely tear or two as she drifted off to sleep in her own bed, several doors down from the kids who relied on her so much. -:- Unsurprisingly, after their fun afternoon with Steve and Bucky, the twins pestered her to take them to the park almost every day. Every time she caved, the teenage boys were there: Bucky working up a sweat with his conditioning workouts (that, Pietro had informed her haughtily after several more visits to the park, was the proper term for it) and Steve sketching away at his bench. Honestly, Darcy didn't even time their playtime at the park to match the boys’; well, at least not after their first return visit. She might've lingered a little too long on her hair and her clothes as she faced the prospect of seeing Bucky again. When they got there, though, he barely spared her a second glance. Oh, he did the polite hello and the wave, even offering up a tight-lipped grin, but he turned away to Pietro immediately. She was left to trek over to slouch next to Steve, who was staring at his friend with something akin to exasperation. Steve was sweet, though. He put up with her novice questions about drawing and showed her some of his work. Over time, she lost herself in the conversation, no longer quite so focused on ignoring the fact that Bucky was ignoring her. She was so immersed in it, in fact, that she jumped in surprise when Bucky plunked his workout gear on the table with a loud thump. “It's time to go, Stevie.” From her position at his shoulder, Darcy could see the tips of Steve's ears burn red with anger. Deciding it would be smart to head home before she and the twins got caught in the middle of an argument between the friends, she stood up and checked the time on her phone. “Oh wow, you're right. Wanda, Piet, it's time for us to go home. Thanks for putting up with me, Steve.” Ignoring the tension between the friends, she smiled and clapped him on the shoulder as she passed. “It's no problem, Darce. I like hanging out with you.” As she passed, Darcy offered a slight head nod to Bucky, her feelings still hurt from his brush off. “See you around, Bucky.” “See ya,” was his gruff response. Then, before she was even out of earshot, “Really, Stevie? ‘Darce’?”

Humiliation and anger mingled in her chest at his tone, and she resolved to get over the last holdout of her crush as quickly as possible. It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this. -:- The next four or five times they ran into the boys weren't much better. Bucky ignored her very existence while Steve went out of his way to make her feel welcome. The combination was more than enough to give a girl whiplash, and more than once she wished she could've fallen for Steve instead of his best friend. The last straw, though, was when Bucky started talking about another girl at their school. “Peggy? Now that’s a girl worth talking to. Hot as hell, and one of the smartest women I know. If you’re not gonna ask her out, Stevie, I might. Just imagine—” “On that note, we’re going to go.” Maybe she should apologize for cutting him off, but Darcy’d had quite enough. She stood up abruptly, packing the twins’ snacks back into her backpack. They stared at her in confusion, then slowly followed suit. Bucky fell silent for half a second, staring at her with a strange mix of anger and satisfaction. “What, Lewis? Don’t have the balls to hear nice things about another girl? That’s not very feminist of you, is it?” She whirled on him, leaning into his space with a seething anger so potent he jerked backward. Another time she might’ve laughed or crowed with triumph (she wasn’t some timid little girl, she knew how to spit fire). Instead, she met his eyes squarely and let him see her disgust. He swallowed heavily in the face of it. “The twins are seven. Seven. And forgive me for assuming that you were about to start talking about Peggy Carter’s assets and what you might do to them, if you got the chance. Which, by the way, would never happen. She’d never give an asshole like you the time of day—not with the way you talk about girls. So, yeah. I’m leaving. I don’t want to risk the chance that Pietro will turn out like you.” Her voice was low and icy, soft enough that she knew the twins wouldn’t overhear. A myriad of emotions flitted across Bucky’s face—shame was a predominant one, she noted with satisfaction—but Darcy didn’t stick around to hear what he’d say next. With a final parting glance at Steve, who was staring between them with horrified fascination, she took the kids’ hands and walked away. “Let me know if you want to hang out sometime, Steve.” The implication was clear—they wouldn’t be coming back. -:- Once her initial anger had faded, Darcy’s biggest worry was having to explain to the twins that they wouldn’t be going back to the park for a while. Help came from an unexpected corner, however; Ellen fell into one of her great-mom phases, where she was one hundred percent dedicated to meeting all of the kids’ needs. Even Darcy’s, which the teenager generally tried to avoid at all costs. In this case, though, it was a good distraction for Wanda and Pietro. By the time they even thought to ask about the park again, a month had gone by. Their renewed interest in Steve and Bucky was brought about by the Queen of Meddling herself, Natasha. Nat was a little older than Darcy—another foster kid who’d been in the system, though she’d since turned eighteen and transitioned to adulthood as flawlessly as she did everything else—but they’d been best friends as long as Darcy could remember. Wanda and Pietro loved her, and she had a knack for showing up exactly when Darcy needed her the most. When she rang the doorbell on a blustery day in October, mischievous smirk firmly in place and Clint shaking his head frantically over her shoulder, Darcy wanted to slam the door in her face. It was too late; the twins had already spotted their beloved Auntie Nat. In less than ten minutes, she was leading a mutiny. “Steve says you’re avoiding him.” “What? No, of course I’m not.”

The twins glanced back and forth between them, like they were watching a tennis match. “Oh, really? According to him, you talked about hanging out with him but now avoid him everytime he tries to say hello.” “I do not!” Nat’s expression was flat and disbelieving, and she slowly quirked an eyebrow. “I don't…always?” Catching on to the game, Wanda blinked innocently. “Are we going to the park today to see Steve?” On cue, Pietro perked up. “And Bucky, too?” Clint shot Darcy a commiserating look but shrugged, pulling his best ‘I tried to warn you’ face. Half an hour later, they were at the park. She'd dragged her feet as best she could, but there was no stopping Nat—especially when she had Wanda and Piet on her side. Darcy's last hope was that in the month or so that she hadn't been to the park, Steve and Bucky’s routine had changed and they magically wouldn't be there. Things always seemed to work out in Natasha's favor, though, and Darcy had learned long ago never to bet against her. Sure enough, the boys were at the park. They turned in the direction of the noisy group as soon as they rounded the curve of the path. Steve's face split into an immediate welcome, and he dropped his charcoal to the paper and stood to say hello. Bucky, oddly, looked a little shy. He met Darcy's gaze for the briefest of moments before glancing away. She ignored it; having spent the last month forcing herself to get over her crush, Darcy wasn't interested in analyzing Bucky's every move. Instead, she moved toward Steve. “Hey, Steve. I'm sorry for, uh, everything.” She waved her hand in a vague motion through the air, hoping he'd understand what she meant. “Things have been a little…busy…lately.” “Uh-uh. Really busy.” His flat look could rival Natasha’s. Seriously, they were both that talented. “It had absolutely nothing to do with my best friend being a royal jackass the last time you guys came out to the park.” She floundered for something to say—anything, really, that wasn't an outright lie or a confirmation of how badly Bucky had hurt her feelings. Help came from an unexpected quarter: Darcy was saved from having to answer by Wanda, who was clearly anxious to go through all of Steve's drawings. “Stevie, what new drawings do you have? I want to see everything.” With the loss of a couple teeth, Wanda had recently developed a slight lisp. It was adorable, and Steve absolutely melted when he heard it. Sensing an opportunity to sneak away, Darcy made her way over to Clint. Nat’s boyfriend was a bit dorky, but an easy guy to be around. She especially liked that he didn't feel the need to fill the silence; they sat together on the bench without a word, watching the others. Pietro had joined his sister in examining Steve's art (they were oohing and ahhing over the drawings, and Darcy even thought she heard a critique or two thrown in there), abandoning Bucky to an intense conversation with Natasha. They sat quietly for a long time, a silent oasis between the cheerful noises of Steve entertaining the twins and Bucky and Nat’s quiet bickering. Darcy and Clint were sat on the opposite side of the bench, so she couldn’t hear what Nat was saying to Bucky. Neither of them looked happy, although they were standing awfully close. Shooting a curious glance at Clint to see if he was bothered by his girlfriend’s proximity to the other guy, Darcy discovered that he was already looking at her with wry amusement. “Careful there, Darce. Your jealous face is showing,” he said, voice low enough that no one would overhear. He knocked his shoulder into hers gently. “I’d almost think you like Barnes, after all.” She sputtered and stuck her nose in the air. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Mhmm.” He rolled his eyes, laughing outright as her eyes drifted back to the other pair. It was ridiculous—and jealous, he was right—but she couldn’t seem to help it. This time, it wasn’t just Clint who saw her. Bucky was already looking in her direction, and his eyes widened as Darcy’s gaze met his. He took a faltering step in her direction, and she immediately looked away. When she snuck another look, she caught sight of Natasha’s expression.

Her friend looked irritated at Bucky’s lack of attention, until she followed his gaze to Darcy. Behind his back, her face adopted a smug look. Clint saw it, too.

“You’re in for it, now,” he murmured. He opened his mouth to say more, but fell silent as a shadow crept over them. “Heya, Darce.” Bucky plopped down in the seat next to her with an easy confidence that was belied by his uneasy expression. “Bucky.” She turned back to Clint after offering her terse greeting, but he was already moving away. “Sorry, Darce. Nat wants to talk to me about something. Hey, Barnes. Don’t be a dick.” And with that warning, he sauntered off in the general direction of his girlfriend. Thanks, Clint. Darcy snuck a glance at Bucky and was surprised to find that a dull flush was creeping across his cheekbones. “So, uhh—hey.” He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, no longer the cool, arrogant boy he’d been the last time she saw him. It was a nice change, quite frankly. “Hey.” Her wariness was clear, she knew, because his face fell as she uttered the single word. “Listen, I’m—I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Darcy. You were right and I was rude last time you were here. And, uhh—I had no right to take my bad mood out on you that day.” He fell silent, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he waited for her to respond. “Yeah, you were a dick.” He sucked in a breath, but she wasn’t done. “But we all have those days. We’re cool, Bucky.” “Yeah?” His smile could serve as a backup type of solar power, she thought. Which was a dumb thing to think, but she couldn’t seem to help it. She lost all chill when he looked at her like that. “Yeah.” “So, uhh—” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the sudden arrival of Natasha, who plopped down in Clint’s recently-vacated spot. “Darcy.” Bucky rolled his eyes as Nat claimed her attention, but didn’t say anything against it. “Yes, Nat?” “Clint and I are gonna grab dinner later. You in?” “I can’t,” she replied slowly, narrowing her eyes at her friend. Nat knew exactly what Darcy was doing after the park, because she had been responsible for taking care of the twins almost as long as they’d been living with Ellen. Even when their foster mom was in her super-mom moods, Darcy was responsible for making sure Pietro and Wanda had dinner almost every night. Natasha even helped out every now and then, which was why she was suspicious. So, unless her friend had suddenly developed amnesia… Nat stared at her, assessing, then rolled her eyes in realization. “Ellen still won’t spring for an actual babysitter, huh?” It was an act, that much was clear. But why was Natasha acting? With her back to him, Darcy didn’t see Bucky stiffen and close his eyes in pained realization. She did spot Wanda and Pietro, though, as they tuned in to Nat’s question. She hadn’t bothered to lower her voice, too caught up in whatever point she’d been trying to make. “I happen to like making dinner for Wanda and Piet, Natasha.” Nat’s gaze shot back to her—she’d been staring over Darcy's shoulder—at the use of her full name. She blinked in the face of Darcy’s palpable anger; it clearly wasn’t part of whatever plan she’d concocted. The twins’ feelings were more important than figuring Nat out, though, so Darcy stood up from the bench without another word to her. “Speaking of which, it’s probably time for us to head back, kiddos. Dinner won’t cook itself.” The twins were quiet in their goodbyes, and Nat finally understood what she’d inadvertently done. As a former foster kid, she knew how sensitive the children could be. She murmured a quiet, but sincere, apology in Darcy’s ear and gripped her shoulder lightly. Darcy squeezed back: it was a mistake, but an honest one. Luckily, it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed with a home-cooked dinner and some cuddles before bedtime. She said goodbye to Bucky and Steve, too, though she hardly noticed. Her full attention was on her munchkins and their needs.

-:- After that trip to the park, Darcy’s routine shifted again. The tentative truce with Bucky bloomed into a true friendship, until they spent most of the time at the park talking and laughing with each other. When Piet wasn’t convincing Bucky to help him with his ‘conditioning,’ of course. Steve watched the pair of them with amusement but never accused her of stealing his best friend, so Darcy figured he was alright with the new development. If anything, he seemed to encourage it. Darcy found herself with new lunch companions at school—the three of them piled into Bucky’s car to snag some food during their lunch breaks. From there, it seemed natural for Bucky to offer to drive her home from school. It wasn’t very fun to ride the bus as a senior, so she agreed immediately. And although the trips to the park continued without a hitch—Steve, Bucky, Darcy, the twins, and sometimes Nat and Clint—Steve started riding home with a friend more and more often. She pulled him aside one day, wanting to make sure she wasn’t intruding, but he’d only waved her off. Apparently, Sam and Bucky were frenemies and Sam got a little jealous if he didn’t get to spend enough time with Steve. Which was a little strange for a platonic friendship, she thought, but didn’t say anything. And then one day Darcy overheard people gossiping about her relationship with Bucky. They weren’t even being mean—the girls were talking about what a cute couple they made, and had no idea Darcy was in one of the bathroom stalls—but it completely threw her for a loop. She hadn’t realized—hadn’t even allowed herself to hope. She was still thinking about it as she walked out of her classroom to find that Bucky had been waiting for her to get out of Physics. It had become routine, now, for him to fall into step beside her and her lab partner. Normally she only half-noticed his presence as she and Jane dissected the major points of Mr. Selvig’s lesson. Today, though, all she could think about was the rumors, about the way they looked to everyone else in school. Jane squeezed her arm and offered a commiserating grin, then drifted off down the hallway to meet her boyfriend. She and Thor were sickeningly cute, and he drove her home from school every day. “Hey, Bucky,” she said belatedly, tucking a curl behind her ear. “Hey, Darce. How was physics?” With a quiet chuckle, she told him about her teacher’s latest absentminded silliness—Mr. Selvig was a genius but very loopy, and a great favorite amongst the students—and asked about his day. They chattered about little things, nothing important, as they made their way to the parking lot. Darcy felt as though every eye was on them, even though they weren’t doing anything different from any other day, and chastised herself for being skittish. The drive home was easier. When it was just the two of them, she felt more comfortable basking in his easy affection and good humor. As they pulled up to her house, though, the air got awkward and heavy. “Wait.” She paused in the act of unbuckling her seatbelt, staring down at his hand on her arm, before looking up at him curiously. He pulled it back immediately, reaching up to rake a hand through his hair nervously. Running his tongue over his bottom lip—do not get distracted, Darcy, now is not the time—he opened and shut his mouth a couple of times, working his jaw in frustration. “Bucky? Are you okay?” He nodded, then coughed. Then licked his lips again. “Yeah.” Wincing a little as his voice cracked, he shook his head and tried again. “Yeah. Umm. Umm—what are you doing for dinner?” “Making it for the twins, as always. Did you want to come in?” Bucky and Steve had done that a couple of times, joined them for dinner, though Ellen’s over-the-top flirting had made them unbearably uncomfortable. “No, uh, that’s okay. Thanks. What about Saturday?” “You mean, what am I doing for dinner on Saturday?” He nodded, but didn’t speak. She was starting to get a little concerned at the look on his face. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest, but she was afraid to hope. “Well, I guess the same thing. The twins have to eat, and I can’t count on Ellen to feed them.” “You could count on Steve,” he blurted. “Yeah, I could. But I don’t have plans, so…” “But if you did have plans. You could count on Steve.” “I could,” she agreed, examining his face. “I’m making a mess of this, aren’t I?” He sighed, scrubbing a slightly-shaking hand over his face. “A little.” Darcy took his hand, prying it away from his face so that she could see his expression clearly. He twisted it mid-motion, so that his palm slid against hers and their fingers tangled together. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could barely hear his next words over the blood rushing to her head. Hope beat its battered wings against her lungs. “Darcy. Would you like to go out with me on Saturday? I’ve been wanting to ask you for months. Since before my stupid punk ass comments in the park.” Before she could even respond, he blurted, “I’ve had a crush on your for years, and I just—I just—yeah.” It felt better than she could’ve imagined. A grin split across her face, and it found its mirror in his. They smiled at each other like complete idiots, holding hands across the console, before she remembered that he was still waiting on an answer. Hunting for courage, she leaned across to place a lingering kiss against his cheek. His eyes tracked her movements, and he froze at the contact. She didn’t even think he was breathing, and she nudged his ribs lightly as a reminder. “I would love that, Bucky. See you tomorrow.” He finally sucked in a breath as she unbuckled and slid out of the car. The window squeaked as it rolled down. She grinned and turned back. A guarded happiness shone in his expression, as if he was afraid to hope. What a pair they were. “You mean it, Darce?” “Yeah, dude. I’ve had a crush on you, too. A couple of years, in fact. So let’s not screw it up, okay?” Blowing him a kiss, she turned back around. She couldn’t help but add an extra sway to her hips as she walked, not that she thought he’d mind. “We won’t!” It was the last thing he said before the door to her house open and the twins spilled out to greet her. Pietro and Wanda had been watching for her arrival, and they tumbled out the door with excitement, all bundled up and wanting to go to the park to see their Steve and Bucky. Well, their Steve. Her Bucky.

#wintershock #darcy x bucky #darcyland #thank you fic #happy birthday nix!

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Still Alive: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: the girl with the fire extinguisher

Virgil moved quickly along his thankful that he had not answered Nigel's question. However almost immediately he thought of a test subject.

Yet to him, she wasn't a test subject, technically she was. A forgotten piece of old aperture, that he found, his Olympian. He missed her. Virgil made sure that Her would never know about Mel. Deleting certain security video feed, getting rid of that portal gun. Some part of him wished he have gone with her.

Her face was imprinted in his memory banks, how she put her hand on the glass, confused only why he wasn't coming. Then that realization that...this was good bye.

Virgil slowed down, the memory hurt. That was probably the best way to describe what he was processing. He shook himself from the moment and continued to the testing chamber. The test chamber itself was old fashioned, Virgil could appreciate that, with the goo and lasers and the faith- "What the?!" He optical shrank in shock, as he saw the faith plate. It had been pulled up from the panels, like a weed, and it was in utter shambles. Not shambles, that would conclude that something smashed the machine. No this was taken apart, pieces were taken out, carefully. Wires were frayed and some of the larger parts of the faith plate were on the floor.

As the maintenance core got closer, he saw something on the edge of one of the larger parts. Something red... And there was more of this red liquid trailing out of chamber.

Virgil had to know. It was a sign.

Rails were very confining if one wanted to follow a trail. Trail of what? He had a pretty good idea of what, but he didn't want it to be true. He strategically followed the trail, shifting to different rails, using his Wi-Fi to move the rails like how one would move train tracks. He found himself soon in a dark crevice, following a walkway. His flashlight shined dimly the way, then the trail stopped. Just suddenly. Virgil looked around then saw it, on the walkway hand railing. It was a partial red...hand print. "Oh no." Then he heard something clang on the metal walk way behind him. He whirled around, in repsonse. If he has moved even a centimeter forward, the Aperture grade fire extinguisher would have shattered his optical.

Virgil found himself zooming back, nearly getting hit again. A battle cry sounding off from the welder of the fire extinguisher.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH!" He yelled at every swing, he kept trying to move backwards to keep himself from being a baseball.

"CALM DOWN!" He ordered, as another swing came at him. He realized yelling wasn't the best way but he was not in the mood of being slugged off his rail. The sphere moved further back quickly with each swing. Till the fire extinguisher was thrown at him. That's when he screamed and zoomed back.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He screamed at his attacker, whom was trying still get after him. Luckily the rail kept going and the walkway didn't. Well it was lucky for him...not..

"STOP!" Virgil yelled, "THE WALKWAY."

Amazingly the attacker had listened, barely catching her self before she fell into the dark bowels. She flapped her arms almost like she was trying to fly a bit. It was successful in regaining balance.

Now they were a few feet away from each other. Virgin's dim flashlight, revealing his attacker fully.

She was breathing heavily, her dark navy blue shirt was covered in blue, orange, black stains and sweat. The orange jumpsuit she had on, bore similar stains and to match she had long fall boots. The girl's dark red hair was a mess, it was unruly and dirty strains stuck her forehead. Her brown and green eyes were glaring at him, like he was going fight her and boy she looked ready for it with her fists clenched.

Overall she looked horrible. The dark circles, scraps and bruises, that cut on her lip. The grease on her hands confirmed she was the vandal of the faith plate.

"Are you alright?" Virgil asked breaking the intense showdown they were having. Humans were fragile things, often needed to give them times to recover or they don't work properly for testing.

The question had caused the girl to be taken a bit back at surprise, but she didn't trust Virgil. She raised her firsts slightly, ready to fight him.

"Peachy." She spat out.

Virgil blinked, it had to be awhile since he heard a test subject speak. Besides screaming, test subjects were not exactly known for being the chatty short. He moved closer, wary, this...oh what should he call her?

She had too be one of the youngest test subjects he had seen in Aperture, which just made it worse if you would think about it. However she could still swing a mean fire extinguisher, he should be careful.

"I'm not going to do-"

"Test me?"

"Turn you in." He corrected.

"That sounds fake, but okay." She snorted, she glanced over to the hole in the catwalk, like she was calculating something.

Virgil wasn't exactly the king of first impressions. First time he met his Olympian, he pretended to be someone else. In his defense, it was his way to not freak her out and dying from that freak out. Yes it could happen.

"I'm Virgil."

"And I don't care."

Wow, okay. She was just a ray of sunshine.

"Obviously you're a test subject, sadly from the-"

"Paint gun testing-"

"STOP that!"

She crossed her arms, smirking a bit like she was enjoying annoying him. So not only did she had assaulted him, she found joy in annoying him.

"LOOK, you obviously don't understand what the situation is, you are in grave danger."

"Obviously you haven't been through high school."

Virgil wish he had hands, to strangle her or at least rub his haul. This girl was a headache.

"Please I'm trying to help." He pleaded slightly for her to work with him. If anyone else had found her, she would be in a word..Screwed. Virgil was literally the only core able to help her. He didn't have that programming, he may have slightly enhanced the truth about upgrading himself. He had...reasons.

"Oh I'm sure, like Nigel." She had taken a couple steps back, seemingly to size Virgil up.

"I'm not-" He was cut off suddenly as she charged at him and leapt into the air, grabbing into him, the momentum had made him slide down the rail, sparks flying as the two zipped at a decent speed, to her. Not Virgil. Virgil screamed.

She swung herself to the other walkway and landed with a bit of a stumble, Virgil applied his brakes, squealing to a stop. "Nailed it."

Virgil was making raspy, hard, loud breathing for effect, she was crazy. "What is WRONG WITH YOU."

"So many things, honestly I can't believe that worked." She smiled a crooked smile, "WELL it's been fun but I need to go. Science to do, cores to punt, things to burn."

Before Virgil could stop her, the last thing he saw was the fire extinguisher... He hadn't seen her go for it, nor hide it behind her back.

And that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

"We do what we must... Because, we can."

#Still Alive #Portal #Virgil #Test Subject 18 #portal stories: mel #Aperture Tag: The paint Gun testing Initiative #Gruvu

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