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its-snicket-here · 3 years ago

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Yandere scp? With Kain, The plage doctor, hard to destroy reptile, and Dr.Gears w/ guard obsession of theirs

You know. It'll be interesting if you have a total of 4 Yandere going after you. One a kuudere yandere one, one believes that you're highly pure, one angy Yandere, and the other a caring Yandere :)

I'm really sorry if this seem to be really rushed, or that any of the characters you requested doesn't have any more dialogue in this story, or that this seemed to be more sided with Dr. Gears. ;-;

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Name: ◼️◼️◼️

Age: 27

Sex: Female

Notes: A women who have been taking training early at age 22 after being chosen from the ◼️◼️◼️. Held no hesitation on agreeing to be apart of the MTF forces. Willing to be instead be chipped with a drug that give her cardiac arrest when activated then amnesticized.

(7/15) After 2 year being part of the forces, scientists noticed that SCP-049 and SCP-632 had reacted positively than per usual when ◼️◼️◼️ is in the room. Furthermore, now ◼️◼️◼️ is required to be in the room whenever further testing and integration is required while doing her duties. ◼️◼️◼️ is allowed to shoot if needed when inside the room.

(8/17) Strangely enough, SCP-073 also reacts much more positively than usual. We are keeping a close eye on ◼️◼️◼️ and her interactions with other SCPS for a reason why.

(◼️◼️◼️) After the incident at site ◼️◼️◼️ in ◼️◼️◼️, her last known whereabouts with scientist Dr. Gears is unknown. As well the disappearance of SCP-049, 682, and 073. We are still throughly searching through the world to find the SCPS as well, possibly, an alive ◼️◼️◼️ and Dr. Gears. When looking through the database, it was seen that ◼️◼️◼️ had her chip off. Any indications where Dr. Gears and ◼️◼️◼️ could be was her body camera. This is the footage where ◼️◼️◼️ and Dr. Gears were last seen.

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You held your firearm tightly, peaking over a corner preparing to shoot on sight if a Chaos Insurgencies, D-Classes, or any SCPs appeared. The alarms blared, flashing red. A breach has occurred.

It felt sudden, out of the blue. Rarely a containment breach would appear as the site is unknown and the fact it was kept under watch 24/7. It's damn near impossible to get a breach happening. You were split apart from your squad, aside a professor, Dr. Gears. He suck beside you when the two of you were split apart from the squad from a rouge SCP. Blood were smeared, and many dead bodies from scientists, guards, all alike littered the floor. Some where even filled with lead, while some were missing half of their bodies.

Dr. Gears still behind you, following closely behind. Too close for your liking, but you don't want to peep a word. The last thing you want is to have some chaos, D-class, or even worse, and SCP to hear you. Especially SCP-682, 049, and hesitantly, SCP-073. All three of them gives you extremely bad aura. Despite SCP-073 being a class Euclid, you can't shake off the feeling that he has a much more darker turn for you.

"Do you know the way out, doctor?" You whispered quietly. The alarms still blared in a rhythmic way, flashing red. But before he could say a word, you heard a roar and blood being ripped out. Gun fire could be heard in the distance. The doctor doesn't seem to have any response to the terror, only coldly stare at the corridor in a blank response.

"There should be an elevator that'll take both of us-"

"W̷h̶e̴r̵e̵ ̸i̶s̷ ̷s̶h̶e̸?̸!̴" The voice roared off into the distance. Though it sound rasp and barely auditable, both of you two know that there will be no survival when facing that creature. That is, you don't get killed by the other SCPs that escaped. Swiping you card to a reader, you urged the doctor to go in first before entering after. You could hear the reptile bulking angrily forward to where you two are at. You ushered the doctor more, getting increasingly worried with each more step you could hear thumping over. "S̷h̷e̵'̶s̶ ̶h̵e̸r̸e̶!̷ ̴W̴h̴e̴r̸e̷?̷!̶"

The doctor seem to held no fear or suprise in this, and continued on with his sentence, "-up to the first floor. Gate A." You nodded as you quickly ushered him to the elevator. You rather not meet that lizard ever again. You already keep getting bad vibes from him whenever you come near. Though, that short peace soon come forth to end as you heard zombies groaning and the grinding of a small knife.

"You'll be cured soon enough..." murmured a voice. You froze again as you remembered who that voice belongs. Slowly easing by the distracted plague doctor with the corpse, you still held the doctor behind you - but seems like SCP-343 wants to edge you along. The plague doctor lifted up his head, seeming to sense that there were people behind him. Though... what he recognized is you... You are pure from the pestilence. He needs to take you away from the horrors of the pestilence before you too get infected too. You're still the only one pure from the pestilence. He needs to protect you from the pestilence. Though you weren't taking any of this. You just want to go get the hell out of here right now.

Immediately pulling the trigger on your firearm, allowing yourself to go nuts on the zombie horde and possibly hurting SCP-049 in the process. You roughly shoved Dr. Gears behind you, "Go, Gears! Get the hell out of here!" Though usually you would have to burn SCP-049-2 to get rid of them, but this isn't the time now. If you're going to die, at least you're going to die with a fight. Dr. Gears grunted a little, but he stood there watching you go Rambo on the SCP in admiration. He sees you a woman to be admired and praised, as well... Well, that's for a thought for a later time. You turned your head around, scowling a bit.

"Are you too fucking stupid, doc?! Fucking run!" You yelled. Corpses of SCP-049-2 piled up in front of you, but SCP-049 was nowhere to be seen. Hearing footsteps going away from you, you turned your attention towards in front of you. You let go of the trigger, taking heavy breaths. The hallways is already painted with violence. Searching your vest for a lighter or anything to light up with, you pulled out a small flask of rubbing alcohol, as well some gaze rolls and a lighter. Grabbing your knife, you cut off a piece of a finger from a dead SCP-049-2, wrapped it up with gaze, and soaked it with the alcohol. Lighting your mini source of tinder, you hastily threw it to the pile of corpses. Hoping that it'll cut off the plague doctor and any other possible SCPs away from the elevators.

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Opening the door to an office place from Gate A, you huffed in annoyance seeing that they're all the same. It feels like you're going around circles in this damn place! Hearing metal taps on the ground, you ducked over a tipped over desk, peaking over the corner. Ready to attack if it's human. Though, you are running low an ammo too... The door opened with ease, as a dark toned man appeared. His arms seemed to metallic from an unknown source, accented with a softly blue glowing hue. Ah yes, SCP-073, or titled as "Cain." Though the containment members can interact with SCP-073 safety, you had gain a bad feeling from him. He always seem to be always by your side or following you whenever you do your patrols. Always gazing you... almost in an obsessive way. You frowned, as you hesitantly withdrew your weapon away.

Stepping out of your spot, SCP-073 smiled as you do. "I thought I've seen you somewhere in the corridors, Ms." You grunted, as you rolled your shoulders. Easing your sore muscles and joints from the stress going on. Although the alarms didn't blared annoyingly loud unlike underground, the lights continued to blink red.

"What can I say? These corridors are the same, perhaps you have been walking around circles, SCP-"

"Please, call me Cain."

"...Cain..." Though, despite you being at ease with a very calm and helpful SCP. You couldn't help it but feel uneasy with him. You keep having a feeling that there is much darker tone whenever... SCP-073 is near you. Always chatting you up and worry about your health. Every. Single. Day. It's like he has an obsession with you or something...

"Ms, I can lead you where Gate A is. I've explored around the facility enough to know where it is. I know you don't trust me because I am not-"

"Lieutenant, there you are." Behind you was Dr. Gears. He seem disheveled slightly, but still maintained his stone faced. Unbothered that he managed to get some blood on him and had his clothes crinkled up. In his hand is a pistol, probably from a fallen MTF, D-class, or Chaos. The tension in the air thickens even more, as you could feel that the two of them seem to have a disliking on each other for a much darker reason. "Lieutenant, we need to leave, now." You were rather shocked, upon hearing the doctor's voice to dip down. Almost into a threatening snarl.

SCP-073 still maintained his cheerful attitude, but even then. You could tell that this is becoming dangerous. His smile seemed more forced, almost holding back the urge to attack Dr. Gears. You glanced between the two of them, thinking if you should just instead sneak away and let the two have some form of threatening stance fight or just run away fully and possibly lose your job if Dr. Gears survived the encounter. The tension between the two soon broke when distant growling and scurrying footsteps through the hallway that SCP-073 came out from. SCP-073 turned around, giving you the chance to grab Dr. Gears and dashing off where he can from. "I̴ ̷s̸m̴e̷l̴l̷ ̸h̷e̸r̴! G̸i̶v̸e̷ ̶m̶e̷ ̵h̴e̸r!" Dashing along, you found the elevator that lead to the final upper floor where the gate A is supposed to be. Rapidly spamming the button to summon the elevator, Dr. Gears was still beside you. Though... He look more agitated than being stoned face. His knuckles grew pale from holding the pistol tightly.

"That... SCP. What was he exactly doing?" Your ears perked up, as you hear a hint of venom in his voice. This is the first time you heard the doctor to break in some emotions.

"He... Was offering to lead me to where Gate A is at."

"You shouldn't habe trusted him, Lieutenant. You'll never know if he's actually truthfull about it. Expeciaaly from an SCP."

"Dr. Gears. I admire your worries, but SCP-073 means no harm... He is proven by multiple facities members that he is fri-"

"Before I found you. You could tell there was something dark with him, didn't you?"

"Well, yes. But-"

"He's planning something to do with you. You know it too. Why exactly are you trusting him?"

"I wasn't, Dr. Gears!" You growled lowly. You were already annoyed and tired from running away from danger and protecting his ass already. "Before, you came along and managed to distracted SCP-073 mid sentence. I was about to pretend to follow him to only go to the opposite way. Honestly, what the hell is up with you?!" This seem to caught off the doctor with your sudden burst of anger, though obviously he didn't seem to react to it. Before he could respond, SCP-682 burst in. His blood drips down from his matted fur... skin... thing, face, and claws. His tail swayed dangerously as he admitted a growl. "T̶h̵e̸r̸e̸ ̶y̷o̵u̵ ̴a̷r̶e̸..." The elevator opened behind you as the two of you cautiously pulled back.

Quickly, Dr. Gears pulled you inside. Firing a few shots at the beast to at least distract him momentarily. You quickly mashed the up button, hoping that the beast doesn't come in pissed and maul the two of you, or even worse, destroy the elevator. SCP-682 roared loudly at Gears' attack and him daring to touch what SCP-682 considers his. Your breathing became rapid when you saw SCP-682 dashing towards you. Though the doors closed shut, SCP-682's claws went through - almost slashing your chest. Dr. Gears pulled you closer to him, as the beast's hand left scrapes on the floor. With a groan and metal being scratched together, the elevator slowly went up. You pushed yourself away from Dr. Gears, already feeling sick and lightheaded from the near death experience. You're going to quit after this whole thing comes to an end. Leaning against the bars of the elevator, you slowly pulled in deep breaths. You looked over where the doctor is at, lo and behold, unsuprisenly the fucker is still unfazed on what just happened - despite showing some emotion earlier. The elevator groaned as it came become to a halt.

Dr. Gears slinked in-between the pried doors, as you began to reload your firearm. This is your only last round of bullets... Gonna have to go melee for a while until then... Stepping out of the elevator, suddenly your head got hit by something blunt. Vision hazy, you tried to get up but it hurts too fucking badly. You tried to move away only to end up passing out, before a blurry figure appeared.

Dr. Gears carefully took off your body camera and smashed the lens before picking you up bridal style. Though he doesn't want to hurt you, this was the only way to neutralize you. If he tried to take you far away from the foundation life, he knows that you won't go down without a fight. He finally broke into a small smile as he now realized that you'll finally be with him. No longer have to be cold and collected for professionalism. The two of you can now rest together...

"Que penses-tu faire au juste?"

"What are you doing?"

"L̵e̴t̸ ̸g̷o̸ ̶o̶f̶ ̴h̸e̸r̷!"

Oh... Seems like Dr. Gears have a competition...

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Que penses-tu faire au juste? - Just what do you think you're doing? (French)

#scp foundation #scp containment breach #scp 049 #scp 073 #scp 682 #plague doctor #cain #hard to destroy reptile #Dr. Gears scp #yandere #secure contain protect #long fic

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blackcloverdatabase · 5 years ago

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English Translation of Novel 2: Chapter 4 - Captains’ Dinner Party (Part 2 of 2)

(No illustration this time since, sadly, there’s only one illustration per chapter.)

Here is the second half of chapter 4! Less goofy antics in this one since more time is spent fighting in this chapter, but still a fun time with the captains, Julius, and a very stressed out Marx.

And if you haven’t read part 1 yet, you can read that here.

--- Captains’ Dinner Party: Part 2 ---

“Th-the Wizard King! YOU……!! Where have you been loitering about this whole time!!?”

Marx screamed, halfway to tears. He knew it was just a projection of Julius, but he was just about ready to fling himself upon him.

“Ha ha, sorry, sorry. I got too absorbed in analyzing these golems over here.”

“Too absorbed my foot! Everyone’s been waiting for you! Where are you!?”

In response to Marx’s desperate screams, Julius looked a little troubled.

“……I’m in the dungeon, the same one where we had restrained those members of the Eye of the Midnight Sun. I made a barrier and then reconstructed some of the old golems.”

‘……I see. That room was a blind spot. It certainly is very large and sturdy. That barrier is probably why I couldn’t reach him before,’ Marx thought to himself.

“It’s just, uh… remember how I told you that there’s a magic space inside the body of that golem? I was wondering what that space was like, and while I was looking at it, I accidentally got inside……”

As he spoke, Julius’s voice sounded more and more embarrassed.

“I used up my magic power…… so now I can’t get out… I’m stuck inside.”

“………………..”

In that moment, Marx didn’t feel anger, nor sadness, nor pity. All he felt was “nothingness”.

“That’s why, uh, this is hard for me to say, but…”

Julius glanced at everyone in the room before scratching his head again.

“……Could you… all come… save me?”

“Kah kah! So, it’s safe to say that… those golems are on the other side of this door, right?”

“That’s what he said…… Ah, but, as expected, we’ll have to go through that barrier. There’s a crazy amount of magic power comin’ outta that thing.”

The captains had arrived at the door to the dungeon. While Jack and Yami were talking, the other captains stood motionlessly. Julius was behind that door. All of them prepared for battle as they approached the door to the dungeon without a word, each of them holding feelings that could not be said.

“Jeez, I’m not even going to bother reminding you that you’re the Wizard King! Still, please don’t forget that you’re a 42-year-old man! You’re getting old! You should take better care of your body……”

“……Yes……yes……yes……yes……”

……Actually, Marx had been lecturing Julius through his communication magic throughout the whole trip to the dungeon, so it wasn’t that quiet, after all.

“Hey, Julius. This barrier, it locks people inside, but those comin’ from the outside are free to enter, right?”

“Huh? Y-yeah. That’s right. I have the switch to operate it. “

“……I see.”

‘In other words, once we step foot inside that barrier, we have to defeat the golems and free Julius, or else we’ll never be able to get out……. Well, if push comes to shove, I could always use my Dimension Slash to tear through the barrier, but that would be a bad idea. If I fail to take them all down with that attack and one of those golems ends up escaping, everyone would be pissed.’

While Yami was thinking, Nozel asked in his usual icy tone,

“Do we know our enemies’ numbers and what their abilities are?”

“There are ten golems. What I’ve confirmed about their abilities so far is that they are immune to magic, and they can copy the abilities of other magic users. When you attack them with magic, they are able to analyze it, granting them both immunity to that attack and the ability to copy it. Being hit by an attack just once is enough for them to use it just as if it were its own. By the way, no matter how beat up the golems are, it seems to have no effect on the magic space inside them, so you can attack them without worrying about me.”

Julius answered smoothly without a moment’s pause. Everyone couldn’t help but wonder how he got trapped even though he knows so much about the golems.

“Also, this fact might be the most troublesome thing about them, but-”

It sounded as if Julius was about to say something vitally important, but,

“……Huh, wait, sir!? What happened!?”

His transmission was suddenly interrupted. Marx repeatedly tried to reestablish a connection, but to no avail. No matter how many times he tried to reconnect, there was no response.

“……Woah. What, you can’t get through? Now that’s creepy. Usually, in scenarios like this, you discover that the guy you were talkin’ to died a weird death.”

“D-don’t say something so ominous! I’m sure that our connection just became unstable like it was before!”

Marx snapped back at Yami’s joke with a pale face. Vangeance stood behind him, contemplating out loud,

“It’s also possible that his magical power has been completely cut off…... this is a scenario I’d rather not contemplate, but staying in that magic space for too long may leave some kind of negative effect on the human body… Either way, we should save him as soon as possible.”

As he spoke, Vangeance pulled his grimoire out from its pouch.

“Nonetheless, there is still much we don’t know about the enemy. None of us know what exactly is going on inside, so we cannot create a clear strategy. Be on your guard.”

“…….Hmph. So, you think you can take the lead for this battle just because you’re the captain of the Golden Dawn?”

Nozel sarcastically retorted while he took out his own grimoire.

“In short, we should destroy them in such a way that they are not immune to. Attacking them with an object like what we did with Poizot should be sufficient…… I can destroy golems with abilities such as these by myself. Why don’t the rest of you go back and continue eating your dinner?”

“W-what are you saying, Nozel-san!? The Wizard King asked for ‘everyone’ to save him, so we should all go save him!”

Rill responded with desperation in his voice. Charlotte spoke up from behind him with a sigh,

“……Rill. Do you want to save the Wizard King, or is it that you don’t want to go back to the dinner party?”

“O-of course I want to save the Wizard King! A-also…… I don’t want to get stabbed.”

Their exchange of words may have sounded like they were fooling around, but both of them were holding their grimoires, taking a stance with no openings as they faced the door to the dungeon. Everyone was ready for battle.

“…….zzz…….zzzz……zzz……zzzz”

….Except for Dorothy. All that could be heard from her was the sound of her snores. She reached this place while asleep, and she opened her grimoire while asleep, too. Since she’s a person one cannot hope to understand, Yami just categorized her as an anomaly and said,

“Alright. Is everyone done preparin’?”

Yami asked as he drew his sword. After confirming that everyone nodded their heads (except for Dorothy) he put his hand on the doorknob.

“Then, let’s all remember to be on guard.”

He said idly as he threw open the leaden doors.

…In truth, they were all a little off guard.

No matter how strong the enemy was, they were seven captains of the Magic Knights. There was no way they could lose. None of them were flagrantly unprepared. However, they came in with the assumption that they “couldn’t lose”, which gave birth to inattentiveness.

……If it weren’t for that, then, surely, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

[Sensing, magic response.]

A shrill voice screeched the moment they all leapt into the room. It was the golems, pitch-black skeletons, and, just as Julius said, there were ten of them. They were scattered throughout the room, but once the captains were reflected in their silver eyes, they swarmed toward the intruders with lightning speed.

“Ewww, these guys are way creepier than I thought they’d be! I, like, don’t want to have anythin’ to do with them! Hey, like, one of you boys do somethin’!”

“Kah kah! And I don’t want to have anything to do with your girly-girl impressions, either!!”

While Yami was joking around, he ran straight for one of golems. Jack leaped up from behind him.

“Darkness Magic: Dark Cloaked Avidya Slash”

Yami started by swinging his sword straight toward the enemy. A sharp black blade extended from his sword and struck the skeleton with dreadful force. The blade sliced the skeleton in two, but still, the skull continued to rattle.

[Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ii-I-iit, it hurts, storing in, memory-y.]

“Slash Magic: Death Scythe!!”

The skull and the rest of the body that was still attached to it was cleaved in two by Jack’s aerial attack. However, they weren’t finished with their attacks. He attacked a second, then a third time. He continued his downpour of blows until, in the blink of an eye, the skeleton’s body had been cut into little pieces.

“Kah kah. I see. After it has been hit by magic, it can copy it…… but if we cut it up this much, it won’t be able to move anyway.”

Jack analyzed the situation as he landed. Just as he said, the skeleton, cruelly ripped to shreds, moved a little with a creak before ceasing to move completely.

“Now, what do we do with the rest of them~”

Rill prepared his brush and palette as he aimed for the skeletons. Vividly colored paint-like magic danced around his palette, steadily gathering around his brush. He created a torrent of color, as thick and long as a serpent.

“Painting Magic: Spring of Restriction”

Waving his brush like a baton, he fired a torrent of magic at the skeleton, which wrapped around its body in a flash. The magic then slowly converted into stone, encasing the skeleton’s body inside and sinking into the ground. What was depicted upon the earthen canvas was a single painting of a spring.

[It hurts-ts-tsts-, storing-ing-ing in mem-memory……]

As it was enveloped into the center of the painting, it became completely restrained. Before long, it became utterly silent.

“A-fu-fu-fu~ It seems that completely restraining its movements before it copies your magic is also effective~”

Rill said with glee.

“……As I said, this is just like that time with Poizot. Don’t leave things only halfway finished.”

Charlotte chided Rill as she walked past him, slowly lifting her hand toward the skeleton.

“Briar Creation Magic: Limb-Cleaving Briar Lance”

As she cast her spell, countless thorns shot out from behind her with bullet-like momentum. Dozens of sharp thorns pierced its body, and the skeleton, along with the painting, shattered into pieces.

“What would you have done if it broke out of its restraints? If you’re going to fight, do it right.”

“It was fine. Restraining them is a more sure-fire way to bring them down, after all.”

“…Hmph.”

As they argued back and forth, the two moved on to their next target.

And then, finally, in the back,

“Mercury Magic: Silver Spear”

Nozel fired spears of mercury in the back to support the four in front. The spears pierced through the skeletons, stopping them in place and creating a gap which allowed either Jack or Yami to slash through them, Charlotte to pierce through them, or Rill to make them part of his paintings. Thanks to their downpour of attacks, half of their enemies were already shattered to pieces.

“……Amazing!”

Marx exclaimed, watching the situation from the back. Though they knew little about the enemy, they didn’t falter. They instantly identified the enemy’s weakness, established a strategy based on it, and each one of them performed their role with ease. It was a brilliant performance, a suppressive attack that demonstrated the experience they’ve gained from countless battles. There wasn’t a bit of awkwardness or strain in their teamwork. Each of them understood how the others wanted to move, reading two, even three moves ahead. There was a sense of unity Marx could feel as they fought.

‘As one would expect, there’s nothing that can stop the seven of them, though one of them is asleep…...’

As Marx watched in relief, Vangeance, who was observing the state of the battle from the back, yelled,

“Three golems in the 12-o’-clock direction are amplifying their magic power! We don’t know what they might do, so bring them down quickly!”

However, before anyone could react to his instructions,

[Initiating synchronization between all devices.]

When one of the golems said this, the eyes of all the golems that had been defeated began glowing red. The eyes of all the golems that were still alive then began to glow the same color as well. All of this happened in an instant. It truly was just a single instant, but……

[……..Synchronization complete. Now returning the pain.]

The five remaining golems cast their magic all at once.

[Darkness Magic: Dark Cloaked Avidya Slash]

[Slash Magic: Death Scythe]

[Painting Magic: Spring of Restriction]

[Briar Creation Magic: Limb-cleaving Briar Lance]

[Mercury Magic: Silver Spear]

The golems fired all the captains’ magic right back at them.

“Seriously…… hey!?”

Yami muttered in shock while dodging the golems’ attacks. The golems they hadn’t attacked yet were using their magic, which means…

“……T-these guys, aren’t they afraid of copyright infringement!?”

“Kah kah, this isn’t the time to be joking around…..I don’t really get it, but it looks like these guys can use any attack that was used against any of the other golems, just as if it was hit by the same attack.”

Jack said when he landed near Yami after dodging the golems’ attacks.

“And now, that means all the spells we just used are no longer effective against any of them… right?”

‘And no matter what attack we launch from here on, if they “synchronize” again, they’ll become even more powerful…,’ Yami thought.

Everyone understood this from the previous attack and switched to fighting defensively. Of course, not all options were lost. They can hit all the golems with a wide-range attack like Nozel’s “Silver Rain” and Vangeance’s “Great Tree Misteltein” and use objects to attack any golems that are left. However, if they do that, they’ll destroy more than just the room they’re in, they’ll destroy the barrier and beyond. Unlike the time they partially destroyed the area when they captured Poizot, there’s a risk that they’ll cause the room to totally collapse.

The most certain way to defeat the enemy would be to restrain them and then destroy them all at once, but all their restriction spells were no longer effective.

Except…

“……Everyone! Just one is fine! Defeat one of the golems and bring me its skull!”

Marx shouted to the group once he made his realization.

“What’s with you all of sudden? If you want a skull, there’s a golem we already beat over there…...”

“No, I need something intact! If it’s damaged to that degree, I don’t think it will function!”

“……Function?”

Yami said as he furrowed his brow. When he saw Marx’s earnest expression, he scratched his head as if he thought the request was a pain in the ass.

“……Jack, Charlotte! Help me out against this guy who’s the closest to me here! Everyone else should keep the other golems from gettin’ close!”

The others swiftly moved into formation in accordance to where Yami pointed his finger. No one asked any questions or demanded any explanations. Marx, the Wizard King’s one and only trusted aide, the capable man who assists the Wizard King in his duties on his own, said he wants the skull of one of the skeletons. That’s all the reason they need.

“Slash Magic: Schack Knife”

Jack made the first strike. He slashed the skeleton a countless number of times, just deep enough to create small fissures throughout its body. In response to his attacks, the skeleton headed toward him with fearsome speed.

“Briar Creation Magic: Corpse-Hunting Briar Tree!!”

Charlotte fired her magic in response, but it didn’t do much damage. Her briars made a direct hit on the skeleton’s body, but the skeleton knocked them all away and continued charging forward. However, her briars also hit its face, obscuring its vision for just a moment. And, in that moment,

“Alright, well, sorry ‘bout this. I’ll be takin’ your head.”

Yami appeared behind the skeleton, sword in hand.

“Darkness Magic: Dark Cloaked Magic Blade”

He swung his black blade across, cutting the skeleton at its neck, and, with a second swing, its detached torso was slashed in two.

Jack’s attack was used to attract the skeleton, then Charlotte used her magic to obstruct its field of vision, giving Yami a chance to land the finishing blow. To make sure this sequence of events wasn’t interrupted, the others held the movements of the other four skeletons at bay. Though Marx had requested the skull himself, he was once again struck with admiration for their skill.

“Here, bowlcut. It might still be capable of movin’, so be careful.”

“Ah……yes!”

The skull was casually tossed to Marx while he was lost in thought. It certainly was still rattling about, but that was no problem at all. As long as he had a model to work with……

“Uwaah……Sorry, Yami-san! There’s two golems headed straight for you!!”

Rill yelled out in a panic as two golems ran straight toward Yami. Since Yami was occupied with Marx, he was slow to react.

[Painting Magic: Spring of Restriction]

“!!”

The golem that Yami had just slain fired Rill’s magic straight at him.

‘Looks like the wounds I gave it were too shallow,’ Yami thought.

“……Tch!”

Yami leaped to the side to avoid it, but the colorful torrent of magic struck his leg, stopping him in place and binding him to the ground. While he was immobile, the two other golems prepared to fire their magic at him, but,

“Time Restraining Magic: Chrono Stasis”

In a single instant, the golems were captured within spheres of magic, and they stopped moving completely. Or rather, they were forced into complete suspension.

……There was only one person capable of this.

“Hey there, looks like I managed to make it in time.”

It was the Wizard King, Julius Novachrono. He gallantly appeared on the scene with his usual gentle smile.

“I was able to see what was going on from within the golems, but… um… y-you did a great job, everyone! Very commendable! Yeah… uh, yeah.”

……Well, he was acting a little more awkward than usual.

“T-the Wizard King!? How…!”

Rill exclaimed in surprise. Everyone else stared in astonishment behind him. He was trapped inside one of the golems, so how did he get here…?

“……I got him out.”

Marx answered everyone’s questions with an exhausted look on his face. He held the skull in his hands, his fingertips curled around its lower jaw.

“I was told that, when you press this part of the skeleton, all the contents of the magic space inside it are ejected…. Well, I’ve never done it before, so I was anxious about what would happen when I pressed it, but….”

The finger that pushed the skull’s lower jaw was still shaking. It was clear how anxious he was.

“But, you couldn’t have known which skeleton he was inside of…. Ah!”

As he was talking, Rill made a face of realization. Marx nodded his head before continuing,

“They said they would ‘sync’. In other words, ‘each of them sustains the same state’. Based on that, I thought that maybe they shared the same magic space… and it seems I was correct.”

‘Or rather, I’m really, truly glad that I was right. I was practically gambling,’ he thought. If he was wrong, then it was possible that Julius would have been trapped in one of the already shattered skulls. Just thinking about it made Marx shudder. No, it’s possible that they would have been able to restore the skulls back to normal after the battle, but who knows how long that would have taken? Plus, Yami probably wouldn’t have been rescued. In any case, he was incredibly glad that his plan succeeded…

[It hurts……ts…..ts-ts-ts-ts, storing, storing in memory-y-y……]

“!!”

Just as Marx had sighed in relief, the skeletons which were sealed away began to tremble.

“W-wait, sir!? They’re moving! The skeletons are moving!?”

“H-huh? A ha ha, I guess I was weakened more than I thought!”

After Julius replied to Rill, he turned toward everyone and said,

“Everyone, on my signal, I’ll release my spell! Immediately afterwards, everyone should attack togeth-

“No need.”

Yami interrupted Julius’s instructions, taking a stance with his sword.

“I’m gonna slice them in two, so all you need to worry about is stoppin’ them if any of them are still movin’.”

A tremendous among of magic power rose from his blade like black smoke.

“Kah kah! Hey, Yami, what’re you planning to do this time?”

“What, you ask? .......As I said, I’m slicin’ them in half. Those skeletons.”

Yami answered Jack’s question and aimed for the remaining four skeletons.

“And the space around ‘em.”

“Darkness Magic: Dark Cloaked Dimension Slash”

With one swing of his blade, the four skeletons, as well as Julius’s magic, was sliced in two. The skeletons continued to rattle about, but,

“Everyone, stay where you are!”

Julius shouted, firing off spheres of magic with unmatched accuracy. They hit the skeletons, causing them to shatter without a trace.

“……It’s…over.”

After examining the black dust left behind by the attack, Marx sunk to the floor in relief. This time, it truly was over. The only problem left was……

“Y-Yami! What was that magic you used earlier!? To slice through my magic like that… it’s amazing! It even broke the barrier…… Hey, show it to me one more time! One more time!”

…how to scold that old magic maniac.

“I’m really sorry!! I never thought things would blow up like this……”

Julius was surrounded by everyone else, offering his most sincere apologies.

“Kah kah. I don’t really care~ Thanks to this, I got the chance to slash some guys up.”

Jack happily informed him, glancing at the skeletons’ remains gathered in the corner of the room.

After the battle, everyone collected the skeletons’ remains and repaired the dungeon room to ensure that no evidence remained of the battle that took place. Of course, they did all this without calling for the Magic Appraisal Division or the disposal team. They didn’t want to make this a big affair, or rather, they didn’t want anyone else to know that the Wizard King, the man who stands at the top of the Magic Knights, got himself into such a mess.

“A ha ha… your criticism is helpful, but….”

“No buts! Things turned out okay this time because all the captains happened to be here, but what would you have done if all this happened and you were all alone!? This is why I keep telling you! You need to be more aware of the fact that you’re a 42-year-old-man!!”

“…… Yes……. yes……. yes…… yes……”

Incidentally, Marx continuously scolded Julius the whole time they were cleaning up. Marx was telling Julius everything that needed to be said, so the others felt no need to say anything as they waited for Marx’s anger and disgust to subside. In fact, they may have even felt a little bad for him.

“……Now then, everything has been put in order, so I’m leaving.”

“H-huh!? You’re going home already!? What about the dinner party!?”

Julius uttered in shock at Nozel’s words. Nozel responded with his usual cold expression,

“Because of the time it took to dispose of everything, the food has likely cooled, and the drinks have presumably become lukewarm. There’s only so much time we can spend here at headquarters, so I believe it would be prudent to suspend this party.”

“…………”

He was right.

“Moreover…”

He paused and turned around, facing everyone once more.

“……You understood once you saw our battle earlier, correct? Even without throwing such parties, we captains are able to come together and acknowledge each other’s true strengths.”

“………”

Julius’s mouth hung open at Nozel’s surprising words.

“Of course, I refuse to recognize anything else aside from their strength. First of all, I am opposed to sitting at the same table as any captain who is not a royal or a noble. I still do not agree to the idea that the rank of Captain should be given to such riffraff……!”

He realized that he allowed something akin to rage leak into his words and then coughed as if to regain his composure.

“However, I am aware that, regardless of my stance on the matter, all the people here have the strength necessary to be a Captain. Moreover, it’s a fact that they are capable of fighting beside me…… as long as that fact remains, then that is more than enough.”

“……Well, that was a roundabout way of puttin’ it, but I agree with ya.”

It was Yami who interjected. Nozel glared at him, but he went no further before taking one step away.

“Our everyday relationship definitely sucks, but we can work together when we need to do, so you don’t need to worry ‘bout helpin’ us out with our private lives.”

He looked Julius in the eye and said, as if it should be obvious,

“The Order of Magic Knights you created isn’t that weak.”

A gentle smile appeared ever so slightly on his face as he said this.

“Yeah…… you’re right.”

Julius replied, returning Yami’s smile. After making his moves both officially and unofficially in these past few weeks, there is one thing Julius has become aware of. They are – the Magic Knights of Clover Kingdom are - even more steadfast than Julius ever imagined. It seems that he never had to play any tricks on them at all. They’re perfect as they are.

He knew that they had the power to repel any hardship that comes their way, and, he can feel that, little by little, they’re growing stronger. Knowing that is enough.

“….. Now then, can we leave?”

Julius was immersed in warm feelings, but Nozel’s frank words wrenched him back to reality. He lightly scratched his cheek as he said with a wry smile,

“Y-yeah. That’s right. This isn’t really the right atmosphere for a party, either… And, as Yami said, it doesn’t look like there’s any need for me to interfere in your personal relationships with each other. Ha ha, the cooperation you all showed earlier was magnificent!”

……Well, the truth is, Julius already knew that. Private lives aside, they demonstrate a tremendous ability to cooperate the battlefield. He has known this for a very long time now. He didn’t prepare this dinner party to confirm that……

“……What’s wrong, Julius? Do we have somethin’ on our faces?”

“Ah……no……”

Realizing that he was subconsciously observing the captains’ faces, Julius hastily averted his gaze.

After the Star Festival, the Crimson Lions and the Purple Orcas will have new captains, and they will be back to having nine captains. In other words, this was the last time the seven of them will be able to meet like this. He wanted to watch them all eat and drink together at least once. All that official business he told Marx about didn’t matter to him.

The real goal of this party was for everyone to get along and eat together.

“……Its nothing. I’m sorry for causing you all so much trouble.”

However, this wasn’t the time nor place where such private thoughts could be said, and it’s true that both the food and the alcohol have reached a questionable state. For now, he’ll give up without a fuss.

“……Plus, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to watch you all fight together.”

“Huh? You say somethin’?”

“……N-no. It’s nothing.”

Julius answered Yami’s question with his usual gentle smile.

In truth, Julius could have escaped from the magic space and defeated those skeletons by himself. Moreover, he was lying when he said that he ran out of magical power. If he had, he would not have been able to escape from that magic space, and he wouldn’t have been able to cast his spells twice afterward. He believed in the strength of his captains, and he knew they would work together. However, he wanted to confirm in practice how well the captains could cooperate with one another after losing Fuegoleon and Poizot. And so, he came up with this little “adventure”.

It was terribly unscrupulous of him, but it’s unlikely that this group would have the chance to work together like this anytime soon. Joint exercises take a lot of time, people, and energy to set up, and such exercises wouldn’t show their true power. For starters, no one else would be able to compete with them. In that sense, these golems were a unique opportunity. He had to take some scolding, but, in return, he got the chance to watch them in combat. It was a cheap price to pay.

……Well, his dinner party has also washed away, but there’s no helping that. He’ll set another one up the next time he gets the chance.

As Julius was thinking, Yami was staring at his face and said,

“Somethin’ about you feels fishy…… Mind if I get serious and read your ki?”

“N-no, ha ha! Nothing will come of that even if you do! More importantly, look, if we’re leaving, let’s hurry up and get out of here!”

The instant Julius made this suggestion in a panic, Nozel bowed his head and said,

“Well then, I’m leaving.”

Without hesitation, he turned his heels and walked toward the exit. It may seem rude to simply leave like that, but considering that it’s Nozel, he did a good job sticking around.

“Well, that’s too bad! A fu fu, to think such a special chance to eat with everyone would get suspended! I wanted to talk some more~!”

“Kah kah! Is that so? Then, you can sit next to Charlotte next time, too!”

Rill and Jack exchanged words with each other as they followed behind Nozel.

“……Nonsense. Do you really think I’d put up with your foolish attempts at entertainment a second time?”

“……zzz……zzz…….zzzz…….”

The other Captains also headed toward the exit as they chatted with one another. Not a single one of them wanted to continue the party. Everyone must have hated it after all. Charlotte even said that it was “foolish”. However, that, too, is fine. You certainly can’t say that their relationship with one another is “good”, but that’s exactly why they should clash with each other, argue with each other, and elevate each other. Cultivating one’s character through friendly rivalry is how the Order of the Magic Knights was established. Julius had meddled because he was afraid they were dragging each other down instead of raising each other up. If its ever needed, he’ll enact an even larger plan.

However, based on what he felt earlier, that won’t be necessary. The Captains are serving as exemplary models to their squad members for how such friendly competition should look. It may not be long before the entirety of the Magic Knights does the same. If they can raise each other up and act as one, then they can surely overcome even a tough situation like what lies ahead…….

Julius thought to himself warmly as he followed behind them.

“…..Like I said, you’ve been grinnin’ like a maniac since earlier. It’s scarin’ the hell out of me, so can you stop?”

Yami said as he walked beside Julius. Julius realized that he let what he was thinking show on his face again. He maintained his expression as he turned toward Yami,

“Hm~? It’s nothing. I was just thinking about how much you’ve all grown.”

“……What the hell?”

Yami said with a snicker. Then, he suddenly made a startled expression and said,

“H-hey, are you serious? I vaguely felt this earlier, but have you been thinkin’ lewd thoughts about me……!?”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about telling you this for a long time, but those jokes of yours trouble the people around you more than you think.”

Julius replied with a wry smile as he placed his hand over his chest.

“E-everyone!”

Marx yelled out as they were leaving. For some reason, he was sweating, and his lips were trembling. He wore a pained expression, as if there was something important that needed to be said… but he didn’t want to say it. However, before long, he steeled his resolve and spoke,

“I was thinking… about how to make the drinking party more… exciting, and,”

He tucked his quivering hand into his robe,

“I reserved a private room… where we could sing while we drink after dinner.”

And pulled out a leaflet for a certain bar.

“………”

For the second time that evening, everyone froze in silence. Marx truly was a capable man, and a very diligent one at that. Because he’s so capable, he arranged for the possibility of an afterparty. As a result……

“Wha……What are you doing, Marx-san!? Trying to make the party exciting with people like this…… that’s impossible, you know!!?”

Those insulting words came from Rill, who clung to Marx as he pleaded, his eyes wide with panic.

“Also, singing!? Are you insane!? Doing that with these people…… paints such a chaotic picture!”

“There’s no helping that! This was a last-minute decision, so I couldn’t find a reservation anywhere else! With people like this, I couldn’t simply reserve a restaurant that’s open to the public! We would disturb their business!”

Jack approached Rill and Marx with a glint in his eyes as they continued their insulting exchange.

“It’s fine, Rill~ You can sit between me and Charlotte. I can listen to all you’ve got to say. Kah kah,like what you really think of us, for example~”

Jack said as he put his hand on Rill’s shoulder.

“Hey, Jack. I never agreed to going to such a place…..”

Charlotte retorted with an indignant look on her face.

“Huh, what’s with you? Sounds interestin’ to me. I’m going~”

“……Wha?”

Charlotte whipped her head around and responded in a voice several notes higher than her usual range when she heard Yami say he was going. Then, she lightly coughed and said,

“W-well, as I said earlier, since it’s hard to say what a group of stupid men might do…... I-I’ll come, too!”

Hearing this made Yami and Jack turn pale.

“……L-like I said earlier, what’s with you today!? You’re after my life, aren’t ya!? If you’re gonna kill me, just make it quick! Just stop doin’ all this weird stuff to keep me in suspense!!”

“C-calm down, Yami! You just need to offer her something as a sacrifice…. Okay, let’s offer her the deer kid!”

“You bastards… stop fooling a-……! I-I understand. If that’s what you say, then I’ll grant your wish and end your lives right here. Prepare yourself…… Rill.”

“Wait, why are you starting with me!?”

“Ha ha! Everyone, let’s calm down for a bit.”

Vangeance interjected with a wry smile just as a chaotic atmosphere began to drift in the air. He then turned toward Julius.

“The one who proposed we have this dinner party was the Wizard King. I believe that deciding whether we go to the afterparty or not should be left to him.”

With those words, everyone’s eyes were on Julius.

“…..Hmmm. Let’s see.”

Rill’s eyes were full of tears. Nozel’s eyes were full of disgust at the idea of having to go. Marx had a pleading look in his eyes. Yami’s eyes were telling him to do whatever the hell he wants. Looking at all the different thoughts reflected in their eyes, Julius happily scratched his head and said,

“…Well then, we’re all here, so let’s go.”

And so, the afterparty from hell began.

--- The End ---

Afterparty!? With singing!? Ahhhh, this chapter ends too soon….

Did anyone else find Nozel very relatable in this chapter? The dude just wanted to go home.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. My next target is the 3rd novel, the Book of Yuno. So, expect to see a translation for chapter 1 of that book next week!

#Black Clover #Order of Knights Book #Yami Sukehiro #Julius Novachrono #William Vangeance #Nozel Silva #Charlotte Roselei #Jack the Ripper #rill boismortier #dorothy unsworth #marx #my translations

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amuletrebel · 7 years ago

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The Boyfriend Phenomenon

The Boyfriend Phenomenon states when a girl starts dating a boy who emphasizes all the best and attractive qualities about her, other males start to take notice of her attractiveness as well.

When Marinette hurried her way to school, the last thing she expected to see was Luka Couffaine himself. He was leaning against the wall right next to the doors with his eyes closed, seemingly meditating. Marinette couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped her. The second time they met was much like the first. But when she saw those teal eyes open and focus on her, her heart immediately did summersaults.

“Hey Marinette,” the guitarist greeted her with a boyish smile.

The young designer blushed and shifted on one foot. “H-h-hey Luka! How’s day going? I-I mean how hanging? No, I mean! …Hi.”

Luka smiled and chuckled softly. “Funny as always.” Marinette’s blush darkened with the compliment. “So listen, I got these tickets to the next Jagged Stone concert happening at the Eiffel Tower this Saturday.” He dipped his hand into the back pocket of his ripped jeans and pulled out two tickets, each decorated with the Rock Giant Logo on them. “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? Like a date?”

In that moment all the blood rushed to Marinette’s face that she was worried all the pressure would make her head pop. But she quickly shook herself out of her shock in fear that her silence would be taken as a rejection. The blunette rapidly nodded her head—she tried to play it down some so she wouldn’t look like a bobblehead—and took one of the tickets. “Y-yeah! Amazing that sound! I m-mean, that sounds amazing! I’d love to do you! GO! I’d love to go with you!”

“Awesome, so it’s a date,” Luka romantically said, taking Marinette’s delicate hand and pulling it up to his lips and then placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “I’ll come by your house around 6. Sound good?”

“Sounds great…” Marinette dreamily replied, the soft pink on her cheeks still present.

“See you then,” the blue-haired boy said and walked away, giving what Marinette could swear was a smoldering gaze before disappearing from sight.

Marinette smiled softly down at the ticket and held it to her chest for a moment. Then she put in it her pocket and sped off to class. Meanwhile, neither of them noticed the young blonde not too far away from the scene. He was scratching at his chest like there was an itch he couldn’t get rid of or a pain he couldn’t soothe.

Marinette nervously played with her pigtails when Luka and his mom came around to get her Saturday evening. She smiled when she saw the van that Anarka Couffaine loved to steer almost as much as her house boat. It was definitely a creative mess, with Victory spray-painted across the left side of the vehicle in a curly font that gave off a very pirate vibe. From Juleka’s stories, she helped paint the scenery of the ocean that was on the van too. And just like the outside, the inside screamed Anarka. There weren’t any food scraps or anything like that, but there were old drawings, random toys from Juleka’s younger days, and even Luka’s skateboard lounging on the front passenger seat.

Marinette shot up, almost hitting her head on the ceiling, when Luka’s fingers brushed against hers not long after she laid her hand between them on the car seat. She slowly relaxed and moved her hand closer. Maybe…this wasn’t so bad. Maybe what she said about her and Adrien being like compass and statue was true. She wasn’t the one who drove Adrien crazy in the way she wanted to. He saw her as a friend. But Luka…Luka obviously showed interest. Otherwise he wouldn’t have asked her out to this concert…right? Perhaps it was time the compass pointed in a new direction…

When they got to the Eiffel Tower, Marinette was confused when Luka passed so many rows of seats, his hand holding her as he guided to the very front. The young designer gawked and double-checked her ticket only for her jaw to fall in shock. How the heck did Luka score front row seats?! And yet, there they were, hand in hand, as Jagged Stone entered the stage with the smoke machine blasting to make the entrance grander. Marinette relaxed with a smile, getting pumped up from listening to Jagged Stone’s music from up close. Yes, she experienced it once with all her friends after dealing with Pixelator but reminding herself that this was a date made the experience feel newer. She peeked at the blue-haired boy from under her eyelashes and gasped when she saw he was looking at her with an intense expression.

“I really like you Marinette!” Luka yelled over the rock music. “Will you go out with me?”

“I-I thought that’s w-what this was!” Marinette yelled back, blushing crimson.

Luka chuckled with a hand to his mouth and shook his head. “I meant on more dates!”

Marinette smiled softly, the resolve she previous made clear. It was time to put her feelings for Adrien on the backburner and be the friend to him that he could lean on. “I’d love to! This was the best date I’ve ever been on!” Well, okay, the Evillustrator was more like a fake date and the movies with Adrien that one time was more hiding out than a date since he didn’t invite her. So there weren’t many date to compare to, thus the bar not being set very high…until now.

When the concert ended, and Mrs. Anarka drove them back to the Dupain-Cheng Bakery, Luka opened the door for Marinette and helped her out of the van. He smiled as she looped her arm around his when he offered it and led her to the door.

“I had a fun time,” the guitarist suddenly said.

“Y-yeah, me too,” Marinette stuttered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear with a shy smile.

“I wanted to ask again before I left.” Luka took Marinette’s hands in his and stared into her bluebell eyes. “Will you be my girlfriend, Marinette?”

“M-m-me?!” Marinette’s face turned the reddest shade it has ever been as she heard those five very important words. Honestly, she always thought she’d be hearing them from Adrien’s mouth. She was so in shock that she blurted out the dumbest thing that popped into her head. “Why?”

“You’re an amazing girl, Marinette. You’re unbelievably brave. You alerted Ladybug when we were captured by Captain Hardrock; you basically saved us. You’re also funny. And you’re beautiful, especially when you’re blushing like right now. So…what do you say Marinette?”

The young designer’s eyes pricked with tears. But Luka didn’t think he upset her based on the happy grin that spread across her lips. No one besides Alya and her parents ever told her these things. But this was a situation of romantic interest. She hadn’t known Luka for very long, but he had seen all her best qualities in that small window of time, and he was attracted to them.

“Yes,” Marinette answered, her tears never falling as Luka wiped them away with his thumb.

Adrien thought he was sick at first. His heart was beating faster than normal and his head was starting it hurt. It all started when he saw Marinette talking to Luka, which his hand holding hers. Adrien had only met Luka once, but he was pretty cool. So why did it feel like both his brain and heart were gonna explode because Luka was in so close a proximity to his pigtailed friend? It only got worse when the blue-haired guitarist planted a kiss on the back on Marinette’s hand and she blushed. That was a Chat Noir thing! Only Chat could kiss Marinette’s hand! The blonde scratched at his chest, feeling a burning sensation bubble up. He itched at it, hoping it would disappear, but it didn’t.

The burning only escalated in the time leading up to the weekend. Marinette had a lost in thought expression on her face as she doodled in her notebook. The blush he saw on her face would return whenever Luka came around for Juleka or to say hi to everyone, especially Marinette. Over the weekend, Adrien had a sense of restlessness wash over him unlike anything he ever felt before. For whatever reason, Marinette kept popping to the forefront of his mind. Was he concerned about her? Why? It was just Luka… Just Luka… Adrien suddenly jerked his leg forward in a kicking motion but ended up stubbing his toe against the wall and biting back the yelp of pain. What the heck was going on with him?

Marinette was a smart girl; and sweet, and funny, and a natural born leader. The young model shook his head. The point he was so vehemently tried to make to himself was that Marinette has proven herself to be a good judge of character and would always be nice to anyone who was equally nice back. He shouldn’t let her interacting with Luka get to him like it was. To let out his unknown frustration, Adrien ended up doing anything to relieve aggression; slamming his fingers against the piano keys to create a dark tone that very much contrasted his sunshine personality, wadding up piece of paper and shooting them into the trash can, and furiously playing foosball against himself. The weekend couldn’t be over sooner.

Monday morning was the worst day of them all. He had arrived the school on time, the itch in his chest still present but he had grown a little numb to it. He greeted Nino at the stairs as per usual and the two walked into the main area. Class wasn’t beginning for another 20 minutes, so the two friends decided to hang out on the steps.

Suddenly, Adrien heard a familiar giggle that had his head shooting up and searching around the room. Nino didn’t seem to notice as he was looking down and browsing the music on his phone. The blonde’s lips turned up into a smile as he spotted the familiar pigtails bouncing as the girl attached to them giggled at something. The world seemed a little brighter, that beam of light highlighting Marinette like she was an angel sent from above. But that glorious feeling immediately plummeted to the Earth’s core as she saw who she was giggling with; the infamous Luka Couffaine. What made it even worse was Marinette had her arm looped around Luka’s as the two smiled at each other. The horror-ridden cherry on top of the nightmare sundae was when Luka leaned down and kissed Marinette’s cheek, and she blushed!

Adrien was at a loss for words. Luckily, his friend wasn’t. The blonde tapped Nino’s shoulder and pointed to the entrance. Regaining his voice, he asked, “Um, what’s that?”

Nino was very aware of Marinette’s crush on Adrien. He also heard the detailed news from Alya who heard from Marinette what transpired over the weekend. The DJ also knew of Adrien’s “she’s a good friend” line and his lack of romantic interest (at least on the surface) towards the pigtailed girl. Maybe this ordeal was a good thing.

“Marinette and Luka?” Nino asked, to which Adrien nodded. “Luka asked Marinette out this weekend. Looks like it went well.”

Adrien’s mind drove itself into a crashing realization and plots of murder using a guitar. Oh my god, I’m jealous of Luka…because he’s dating Marinette.

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #adrienette #lukanette #jealousy #cute dates #story time

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hallodraws · 6 years ago

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Silkster | A Spider Story (02)

Wordcount: 2,252

Summary: “In September 2018, NYC, college student Jonas Jaeger reels from his first experience with Spider-Man - only to realize his night with the spider is not yet over.”

Warnings: Very minor mention of blood and hinting to a character that passed away.

Author’s Notes: Like I said before, this started as a graphic design exercise for my MCU OC, Silkster. Eventually, it snowballed into a full-fledged-fic. This is just for fun and stuff like this always gets my creative juices flowing. Hopefully, you guys enjoy reading and maybe I can share more of this story (and maybe art?) as it develops. Welcome to part 2. ♡

『 02 』

I continued to run as fast as I could - far after the bridge had ended. The brisk September air of New York City dried out my throat from running so long; eventually, I had to stop to give my lungs a break. I must've run a full extra block before realizing I could no longer see Spider-Man or the thug he was now apprehending. I couldn't hear any signs of a struggle or anything of the sort. In fact, the city was quiet. I was left with only the sounds of crickets, light traffic, and the whistle of a soft wind tunneling from the bridge's north side.

I felt as my wrist throbbed. As I looked down, I saw the rough and slightly bloody scrape made when the chain got tugged from my arm. It was a small injury but in a very inconvenient spot. No matter what I did, every movement I made with my hand caused an ache. I tried my best to wipe the small amount of blood there was out of the way to get a better look at the damage. I remember wincing as I attempted putting pressure on the cut. I didn't even notice the figure above. Without warning, a massive thud came from behind me.

"That looks like it hurts," I heard through a muffled voice.

Without thinking, I spun around - swinging as hard as I could. I wasn't going to be a victim of this mugger again. Because, it is my luck, it wasn't the mugger. With one solid punch, I made contact with a familiar red mask. It didn't take long for the realization to hit me. I just fucking punched Spider-Man.

"Ow! Holy shi--" The masked vigilante yelled. He was silenced soon enough by my ever-growing panic as I reached for the spot I targeted.

"Spider-Man!" I shouted, "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear! I thought--" I remember my words just becoming one long jumbled mess as I tried to force out an apology as quickly as humanly possible. Somehow, saying it faster made it not as bad. I know, that sounds stupid. But, much to my surprise, my rambling was greeted by an overwhelming laugh coming from behind the mask.

"Hahaha! Don't worry about it! I shouldn't have snuck up on you." he said as he rubbed his cheek. Soon enough, his laughter began to calm.

"Still... I'm sorry." I didn't know if I should smile or not. Was it rude to act relaxed after punching someone? Spider-Man seemed pretty calm, so maybe I should follow suit.

"What's your name?" he asked me.

"Jonas, uh... sir." I looked at my feet, unsure of how to adequately address my protector. Was it like talking to a police officer? I figured I should be as polite as possible; That way I would avoid any chance at offending him.

"Sir?! What happened to just Spider-Man?" The vigilante chuckled as he gave his (probably now sore) face one more rub for good measure.

"Sorry." I apologized again, "It's just I've never met a hero up close and personal before." I felt embarrassed when I said those words for some reason. Calling him a hero to his face sounded weird. I felt my face flush. I think he noticed how uncomfortable I was.

"Well, Jonas..." Spider-Man said my name, stepping forward, "...that's a mighty strong swing you got there."

It was strange, I thought. People usually picture superheroes as insanely ripped and intimidating. They were essentially gods amongst men. But Spider-Man didn't fit that image, per-say. He was just about as tall as me and couldn't possibly be that much older. This revelation of mine didn't stop the nervousness in my voice from coming out.

"Haha... R-really? You think so?" I stuttered.

"Yeah!" he raised his fists in a confident stance, "I bet you could've taken that guy yourself if I didn't show up."

"Please... I was a wreck." I retreated, my eyes rolling into my head at the compliment that couldn't possibly be true, "I wouldn't have been able to do anything. I was pathetic." my voice faded into my natural shyness once more. Spider-Man stepped forward again, filling the space between us.

"Scared maybe. But not pathetic." He placed a firm hand on my shoulder, "And there's nothing wrong with being scared."

"You're not scared of anything. You're a superhero. You're Spider-Man." I argued. Don't ask me why. I think it was my nerves. When a superhero compliments you - take the damn compliment.

"Just because I'm Spider-Man doesn't mean I don't get scared. I was terrified when I saw that guy pushing you over the bridge." His voice changed a bit. He sounded concerned. I felt his hand tighten ever so slightly.

"You were...?"

"Uh, Y-Yeah I was." Now he was the one that sounded nervous. I felt his warm hand leave my shoulder, but he continued, "Scared... I wouldn't make it in time. Scared that I might've made things worse. Scared of the unthinkable." He paused. I couldn't see his eyes behind the mask, but I could tell he was looking right at mine, "But ultimately, I was scared of what might've happened if I didn't do anything at all."

The wind whistled once more. I didn't know what to say to that. What could I have said to that? In the end, a barely audible "Wow..." was all I could muster up.

"W-what? Did that sound stupid? Too cliche?" he began to fidget as he looked away. Was he embarrassed? The whole situation was so strange to me. Seeing the action shots of Spider-Man on the news was so much more different from actually seeing and speaking to him. He didn't seem like an authority figure or soldier. He wasn't super smooth or commanding. He was just... friendly. Were all heroes like this? It was actually kind of refreshing. Underneath that red leotard, this guy was supercharged - but still a sweet, funny, and regular guy. It's makes so much sense when you stop and think about it, but at that moment in time, the idea was so far from what I thought I knew about superheroes. I didn't see the people, I just saw the names and the masks.

I was silent for too long. I let out a laugh, "Haha, no. Not at all. It's just you never hear heroes admit to being scared."

"Oh..." I could hear a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

"It's a nice change of pace." I smiled

"O-oh!" He perked up, "Well, I'm glad!" Despite not being able to see his expression, I could tell he was smiling back at me.

Once again there was silence. Only the soothing sounds of the city around us. Spider-Man looked down at my scraped wrist.

"Uh... Hey! Let me take a look at that cut." He held his gloved hand out to me.

"It's not that bad." I tried to hide my arm behind my back. I didn't want to take up any more of his valuable time.

He persisted, "Give it here."

I complied. He trailed fingers across the cut. He was so gentle, I barely felt a thing. Granted, I was a little preoccupied tried to decern what was going on inside that concealed head of his.

"Might want to give it a proper cleaning, but you'll be alright." He lightly cupped his hand to my wrist, covering the wound.

"Thank you." I nodded, thinking he'd let go. He didn't.

"Does it hurt at all?"

"Not so much anymore. I really felt it when my--" I finally noticed the faint tan line on my arm was now exposed, "My bracelet!" I felt a sinking dread overcome me when I saw the empty space where my bracelet once was. I didn't want to let Spider-Man see, he saved my life after all. I was incredibly grateful. But still...

"Your brace--?" He began. Suddenly, he reached for his belt, "Oh! This?."

There it was, glimmering in his hand off the New York City street lights. I could barely contain my excitement, "You got it back?! Oh--" I began to stutter. I calmed myself and placed my hand on the bracelet, "Thank you, Spider-Man. You don't know how much this means to me.”

"Oh..." I could just make out what he said as I slid the bracelet out of his hand - in two pieces, "It's broken. I-I'm sorry." He was upset. I could hear it.

"It's alright." I clutched the bracelet to my chest. I smiled back at him once more, "I'd rather have it back broken then not have it back at all."

"That important, eh?" he inquired.

"Yeah," I said shortly, I didn't want to overshare. Heroes probably don't want to hear sob stories, I thought. "It's a long story."

"I've got nowhere to be."

I guess I was wrong, "Well..." I began, "It was a gift from someone important to me who's not around anymore."

"Who?" He asked. I must've unknowingly gave him a funny look, because he immediately tried to back-peddle, "I... I'm sorry, that's none of my business." I could tell he was trying to be compassionate, the least I could do was reciprocate.

So I told him, "An old boyfriend."

"Oh." I could tell he didn't know whether or not to continue to discuss the matter, but I guess he inevitably decided to proceed, "And are you two still...?"

"No, he... he passed away last year." I might as well tell the truth, I thought. We've gotten this far.

"Oh, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." I think it finally hit him that maybe this topic was a little too deep for a post-rescue conversation. He was sweet, and he was trying. How could I be upset about that?

"Don't worry about it," I tried to change the subject, "Thank you for saving my life... and bringing this back to me."

He perked up once again, I wasn't sure why. "Hey... can I take a closer look at your bracelet?" he said with his gloved hand outstretched once more.

"Oh, sure." I allowed, placing the damaged chain in his palm.

"Hold out your arm."

"O...kay?" I was confused, but I did as he asked, "But what are you--?"

He wrapped the two chains around my arm, holding them in place. With his other hand, he aimed precariously over my wrist. Suddenly, a small web shot out of the mechanism from his suit. The web was so little. It looked like that of a real spider - maybe even tinier. It slid around the broken piece of gold chain and connected the two halves. A second web shot out, joining the other side. It wasn't perfect by any means, but my bracelet was once again resting firmly where its been for the past year.

"This should at least hold it together again," he said as he ran his fingers across the newest addition to the chain.

"You...! How did you...?" I couldn't find the words.

"Uh... it's the web slingers." He answered the question I already knew the answer to.

"You... you really fixed it."

"So it's okay?"

"Okay? Are you kidding?" I was so happy to know that this silly piece of jewelry was still in my life, "It's more than okay. It's..." I looked at him. There it was again, I could tell he was making the most focused eye contact, waiting for validation, "...incredible." He sighed with relief. I stepped forward.

"Thank you, Spider-Man." I took his hand in mine, "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"N-no problem," His own grip tightened, "I'm just glad I could help."

We stood like that for what seemed like hours, but I'm sure it was just a few fleeting seconds. It was the howl from the wind billowing across the bridge that snapped me out of the moment.

"I... should be getting home," I said as I let go.

"You gonna be okay?”

"Yeah. I'm gonna wait at that restaurant over there," I pointed at the small diner that sat at the end of the street, "I'll call my friend to see if they can pick me up."

"You sure? I can take you home if you'd like," he said, pointing to the sky. God, I wanted to say yes more than anything. But I felt bad. It felt like I was misusing the police force or fire department. He has places to be.

"Yeah," I said softly, "I've taken up enough of your time. Besides, you've got a city to take care of."

"Haha... yeah." he chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Be safe out there, okay?"

"You too. Thank you, again." I wanted him to stay.

"It's all in the job." and just like that, he was gone.

There was silence once again. I was alone, but I didn't feel it. Part of me thought that he was still there, secretly watching me from the darkness above. It might've just been wishful thinking on my part, but it made me feel better. I pulled my phone from my pocket (whoops, I guess I was holding out on that mugger...) as I made my way to the diner. I had my signal back so I could've called an Uber, but I hoped Peter would be able to borrow his Aunt May's truck. I had a story I just couldn't wait to tell him.

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kittenwritesstuff · 8 years ago

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Till the end of the line

Fandom: Marvel Pairings: Steve x (sister)reader, slight Bucky x reader Genres: so. much. angst, tiny bit of fluff Words: 2.810 Summary: Not wanting to leave her brother’s side, reader insists on getting the serum as well. She lives through it all, fights by his side and eventually comes face to face with Bucky, the man she fell in love with, who’s now HYDRA’s weapon - requested by @hopelessgarbage

Your eyes grow wide as you stare at your brother, trying to fully understand what he’s just said. A sickening feeling takes residence in your guts, filling you with nauseous dread.

“Stevie, please, tell me it’s just a joke.”

“No, Y/N, I’ve got enlisted. Legally.”

“B-but… how?”

“A doctor, who was examining me, told me that they have a special program and that I can participate, if I want to. I do want to. I’ll join the army, help the country-“

“No, Steve, no!” you whine, cupping your face as you lower your head, squeezing your eyes shut. It can’t be real, it can’t be happening. What kind of insane doctor looked at Steve and deemed him healthy to any kind of activities? Your brother is too small, suffers from asthma and heart problems, how could anyone agree on him joining the army?

“It’s too much, I can’t…”

“Y/N, I’m gonna be fine. Maybe they’ll fix me,” he shrugs, smiling weakly as if it’s not a possibly experimental treatment he’s signed up for. Steve looks too calm, too certain of this whole thing and you start to regret not cuffing him to a radiator as you said when he first mentioned enlisting.

“You don’t need fixing, Steve. You’re not flawed. I’ve already lost Bucky to the war, I can’t willingly let you go. Who knows if you ever come back to me?”

“Silly, of course I’ll be back. As will Bucky.”

“Both of you treat it like an ordinary camp. It’s war, Steve, kill or get killed.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he asks rhetorically, his tone turning serious and you lift your gaze to meet his big blue eyes. He’s made up his mind, you know you can��t reason with him. Nothing you can say will change his decision, and it breaks your heart.

“And Y/N, if you said a word, Bucky wouldn’t go. If you only told him…”

“No, don’t start with it again. I didn’t because it wouldn’t change a damn thing. He’d go and you’re well aware of it. I don’t need what-ifs and you-should-haves. Bucky’s gone and I… I need to deal with it somehow.”

Steve rises from his seat and comes to your side, putting his skinny arms around you and hugging you tightly. You never actually spoke about what you feel for Bucky but Steve is way too observant to not notice it. He didn’t prod, didn’t bug you to tell James, and you’re grateful for that.

It’s always been the three of you, since your childhood. You, Steve and Bucky. Together or not at all. As you grew up, however, your feelings for Bucky changed, became deeper but since Bucky didn’t show any sign of feeling something more, you remained silent about your affection. Steve was positive Bucky reciprocates your feelings but you were too scared of losing him to utter a word.

And now, when the war came, you lost him anyway. How cruel and ironic.

You bite on your lower lip to will away a sob as you realize that soon, you’ll be on your own. Alone, in a flat shared with Steve, waiting for your boys to come home, hoping that they’ll return in one piece. Foolishly, during last evening with Bucky, you promised yourself that you’ll confess once the war is over and he’s back but now, it all seems impossible.

Inevitably, the fate will gift you with a broken heart, regardless the outcome. Because you are sure that miracles don’t happen and either one of them, or – worse – both will get hurt and won’t return to you.

Unless…

“I’m your big sister, Steve, you’re gonna draw me in.”

“W-what?!”

“I’m coming with you. Or you’re not coming at all. End of the discussion. I promised mom to keep an eye on you and I intend to hold on to that promise no matter what. I’m coming with you.”

______

Steve knew better than to argue with you. You’d win, as per usual. You had more common sense than him, but equally lot of courage and so when Steve took you to doctor Abraham Erskine, the medic only smiled and gave you papers. You quirked an eyebrow but assumed that Steve was already kind enough to tell the doctor about his ‘overprotective’ sister, and you signed the papers.

The doctor then examined you and explained what kind of program you’d just signed in. Project Rebirth, as it was called, was a secret experiment to create America’s Perfect Soldier, someone who would lead and inspire the troops to keep fighting for freedom. He wasn’t convinced that bringing a woman to this program was a good idea but when you jested that nothing fuels men more than a pretty lady, he admitted that you might be right.

The training was harder than you anticipated. You realized they’d push you to your limits, just as they did with Steve, but neither of you gave up or even complied. It was a necessary step, despite all of the catcalling and teasing you received. More than once, you proved yourself worthy more than the men, prompting a smile to appear on Peggy Carter’s face and an expression of approval and slight surprise on Colonel Phillips’s.

You were happy when the day of injecting the serum came. It meant that, only in few days, you’d be fighting for freedom, for your country. You’d lie if you said that those ideals didn’t flood your head when you were training, backed up by Steve’s proud words.

Yet, concern for your brother stayed glued to your heart, no matter how many times he succeeded, no matter how many time he bested those bigger and stronger than him. He was still your little brother, your Stevie and you would protect him with all your might, small or big.

‘Taller’ wasn’t the word you’d use to describe how you felt after stepping out of the reactor. Steve went first and you prayed to whatever deity was listening that he’d walked out really ‘fixed’. Peggy held your hand reassuringly as the procedure was performed on your brother, surely doing the same for him when your turn came.

Admittedly, you didn’t grow taller. Of course, you gained muscles but what changed the most was the feeling of undefeatable, unstoppable strength, a sort of energy pumping through your veins. It came with a modesty, too, a respect of what was given to you and the sense that it should be only used for good, never for bad.

And so, you were utterly crestfallen that, after doctor Erskine’s violent death, you were proposed, almost ordered, to perform for people, turning Steve into Captain America and you into Miss America, the country’s role model sibling. You were to be symbols of hope and strength, to promote and encourage participation in war.

It wasn’t what you were supposed to do and soon, Steve and you decided to run away and serve in the army, as you were meant to be. Fortunately, Peggy was on your side and supported you through your breakdowns. You didn’t know what you would do without her.

Scared to death after finding out about HYDRA, an organization of power-abusing and ill-driven monsters, you fought with all your might with it. Knowing that it must be destroyed by all means necessary, to save Americans and whole world, you did what you had to and never hesitated.

You jumped onto the plate alongside your brother, not questioning this decision. It had to be done.

You reached for his hand when he piloted the jet, holding it firmly as you directed into the water.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Steve muttered after connection with Peggy was lost and tears pricked at your eyes but you smiled regardless.

“Don’t be. I knew what I was signing for.”

Bucky’s grey-blue eyes was the last thing you saw before you hit the water.

_______

It gave you hope, to become a part of a team. Amongst the Avengers you found new friends, people who helped you with adjust to modern times and who gave you a sense of belonging, so much needed after you and Steve were awoken from the ice.

What you did not expect, what never even crossed your mind during dark times was that HYDRA was still growing, still alive, despite your efforts to take it down. It had its claws everywhere, even in something so safe and transparent as SHIELD.

Once again, Steve and you were fighting with it. Once again, you were trying to rid the world of its ideals, its drive to control every aspect of people’s lives and ignite fear. It had to be stopped so, with Steve, Natasha and newly met Sam, you are now running away from a chase, not even slightly prepared for what comes next.

A figure lands on the top of the car with a loud thud and before you can act, Sitwell is grabbed roughly and pulled out of the vehicle, a metal arm the only thing you managed to catch with your eyes. The steering wheel is ripped as well, giving you no choice but to abandon the car whatsoever. You grab your shield, Steve takes his and by some miracle, you jump off relatively unharmed, although scattered about the highway.

You land on lower level, on a car’s top and you groan when you roll underneath it, shouting at people to get as far away as they can run. A dull ache in your back briefly makes you unable to move but as Natasha darts in the distance, you jump on your feet, fishing out your gun. At least, you’re armed.

She manages to hit the metal armed assassin and then runs for her life, a hopeful look in her away as she passes you by.

“Get help, I’ll cover you!” you shout after her and dare a look over your shoulder to check on Steve. He’s unwounded, it seems, and so you position yourself, shooting at the men clad in black as they slide down on their lines, taking them down one by one. Steve stands next to you, using his shield to strike off their bullets as he slowly closes the distance between them.

And that’s when the Soldier makes an appearance.

Your brother hides behind a car and you do what you always do – you join him.

“Y/N, he’s too strong.”

“Bullshit. Okay, maybe. You go, Sam will cover you. I’ll be right behind you.”

Steve nods and doesn’t waste any second as he runs off. True to your prediction, Sam keeps the Soldier occupied for a moment and you use it to take off as well, creating as much distance as you can and crouch behind a car, immediately noticing Natasha’s phone.

“Clever,” you mumble as you realize it’s a recording and the Widow herself is stationed behind a car across the street.

The Soldier comes into the view again, preparing his gun. You watch him walking exactly when Nat wanted and when he rolls a bomb you know he caught the bait. Before you can even move, Natasha jumps and wraps her thighs around his neck, putting a line on his throat.

She’s not as successful as she wishes to be, however, because the Soldier sends her crashing against a car, giving her no time to recover. You do what comes up first in your head – you send your shield at his legs, making him lose his balance and Natasha uses that chance to flee, ushering remaining people to run for their lives, still she doesn’t run fast enough – a bullet reaches her, knocking her down.

With anger boiling in your blood, you decide to go against the Soldier. Hand in hand combat is a rather stupid idea but his gun isn’t prepared and when you reach him, you kick in it, disarming him. Then, you aim for his crotch but he backs away just in time, punching you in your stomach. You collapse onto the ground but, luckily, Steve is there on time – next punch collides with his shield and the sound resonates straight into your core.

Once you recover, you stand up and, working with Steve, you try to stop the Soldier. He seems to be undefeatable, even for the two of you fighting in sync, but somehow Steve manages to send the Soldier flipping over, losing his mask in the result.

Holding on your middle, where you believe you have a broken rib, you stumble to stand next to Steve as the assassin straightens up and turns around to face you.

Your mouth falls agape as a breath gets caught in your throat, your heart sinking and a cold shiver runs down your spine. You know him. You’d recognize him everywhere, even with long hair and that terrifying metal limb.

“Bucky?” Steve says out loud what your mind already knows, his voice thick and breathless.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” the Soldier says and his words are enough to completely beat you up, better than any gun can. It pains, more than all those hits he directed at you, more than anything ever, even seeing him fall from that bloody train.

You can’t quite make up anything after that moment. Somewhere from behind you Natasha shots at the Soldier – at Bucky – after Sam knocks him down. The assassin flees and then you’re taken by the Strike Unit, by HYDRA and you don’t know how but you’re driving in the van, most likely to a place you’ll be killed off.

You hear what Sam and Steve are talking about but you can’t really understand it. How is it possible? How did this happen? Why did they turn Bucky into the Winter Soldier?

“Y/N?”

“Y/N, please, say something.”

“He doesn’t know me.”

“He doesn’t know me either, Y/N,” Steve mutters, his voice filled with sadness and you bit harshly to not sob out loud.

“It’s okay, you can cry,” Sam sooths although you’re sure he doesn’t really get why Steve and you are so shaken. He didn’t know Bucky before the war. He didn’t know the caring, selfless man who often spent sleepless night with you when Steve was sick and you were afraid that it was it, that he would not wake up. He didn’t know the witty, funny guy who often said jokes just to make you laugh.

He saw only the HYDRA’s weapon, not the man you loved underneath it.

Steve answer the unasked question before you can open your mouth to stop him.

“Y/N and Bucky-“

“There was no me and Bucky, Steve.”

“I know, but you-“

“I still do.”

“Y/N-“

“No, Steve. Just don’t say it.”

_____

“I knew them. The two on the bridge.”

“You’ve met them earlier this week on another assignment.”

“But I knew her. I knew him. She’s…”

“Prep him.”

_____

After Maria rescued you and brought to Nick, you couldn’t do much. You were indifferent, deep in your thoughts. You only told you’d do anything Steve would agree on and so they gave you a part in taking down the Hellicarriers as a backup on the ground, in case Sam or Steve were unable to reach the panels.

You were glad that you didn’t have to face Bucky once again. The first encounter with him already did a damage and you’re not sure if you’ll ever recover from it. It’s way too much for you handle at the moment.

It was even more heartbreaking when you got to Steve and he mumbled that it was Bucky who pulled him from the river. That he cracked the code, that Bucky remembered. You couldn’t believe it and you’re still not convinced if you should.

Despite your doubts, you are now standing by your brother’s side, looking at the file Natasha gave him. Everything’s there, all the answers and your heart starts racing at the mere thought that you’ll find out what happened to your Bucky.

“I said your name and he hesitated.”

“Steve, don’t torture me. I don’t wanna know about this.”

“Y/N, stop. I don’t want to hurt you but I think… I think you’re the one who can bring him back.”

“You’re going after him, aren’t you?” Sam asks as he approaches the two of you and you nod at him. He smiles, obviously already knowing the answer.

“You don’t have to do this,” Steve adds gently, giving Sam an opportunity to give up the case but the latter only smiles wider.

“I know. When do we start?”

“Y/N? You’re in?”

“Are you serious? Of course I am.”

“Thought so.”

“How can you ask? You know the line, Steve,” you squeeze a smirk, your eyes however remain sad and desperate.

Steve wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug, kissing your temple.

“I know, Y/N. Together or not at all.”

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marvelsarous-blog · 7 years ago

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Stay 1/2

A/N: THIS IS LATE AND IM REALLY REALLY SORRYYYYYYYY

Warnings: Implied smut at the beginning y’all. Angst, unplanned parenthood, MORE ANGST, slightly out of character Steverooney? Oh , and language

Summary: angst. ;)

As per usual plz correct my spelling errors. I wrote this all day but I have been tired SO.

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“Hey Steve?”

“Yeah, doll?”

Steve whispered his reply. You could barely make him out in the dark of your shared room. You brushed your fingers over his bare chest lightly, his breathing deep as he turned to watch you.

“Do you love me?”

You asked, laughing quietly as he rolled over to face you picking up your left hand , kissing the ring that it wore.

“I wouldnt have married you if I didnt.”

He smiled , kissing your hands as they raised to cup his face, your thumb stroking his cheekbones gently.

“Steve I wanna have a baby with you.”

You spoke leaning forward to plant a kiss on his lips. He pulled away before you could.

“(y/n) thats....”

Steve smiled weakly.

“Thats not possible baby and you know it.”

He muttered stroking your cheek lightly. Your eyes widened slightly, a hard smile forming on your lips.

“W- why not Steve? We have jobs..and a house...and so much lov-”

“(y/n) you know that doesnt matter. Its dangerous, and besides we dont even know if I can have kids..the serum.”

“Steve, we dont know if you cant for sure...We could always try , right? And if it doesnt work we can forget about it.”

“No. Its to risky. Trust me, you’ll understand in the morning. Get some rest.”

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This was the conversation that melted your mind as you stared at the stick, the little pink lines sending shockwaves through your body. The bathroom floor had never seemed so cold to you as you cradled your stomach, tears streaking down your face.

Steve was firm on this. He didnt want kids. He was too involved in being captain america to want this, and you knew that as you called Wanda. Blubbering for her to come to your room.

“Do you want me to get Steve?”

She replied, the rushing of her footsteps and the beep of the elevator signaling she was already on her way.

“No. Please just come alone.” You cried, hanging up on her soon after.

It wasnt long before you heard the door to your room open, Wanda’s soft voice calling out for you as you walked to the bathroom door, flinging it open.

Wanda looked to you, gasping quietly. You were a wreck, clothes rumpled, hair mused as though you had just woken up. Your tears stained cheeks are what beckoned her forward, her hand landing on her hand landing on your shoulder a as warm wave of calm washed over you.

“How can you be so sure?” She muttered, looking into your mind to find all the answers she needed.

“Oh (y/n)...oh im so sorry...”

“Thats exactly what you wanna hear when your pregnant.” You sobbed, resting your head on her shoulder as she sank to the floor with you in her arms.

“You’re what?”

“Steve.” Wanda muttered, her grip on you tightening as your husband walked into the room. You clutched her tightly, eyes squeezing shut.

“Wanda I think you need to leave....please.” Steve spoke, his gaze trained on you.

“I will come back if you need me. Just call.” She whispered, squeezing you tightly once more before standing to leave.

When the door clicked shut behind her Steve looked back to where you sat on the floor, hands wiping at the tears that remained.

“How did this happen (y/n)?”

Steve whispered squatting next to you. Your eyes found his and you shrugged. lost for answers.

“Steve I think you know how babies are made..”

You offered, quiting quickly as he glared at you.

“But we’re always safe. We use condoms...and what about your pill (y/n)?”

“I think I forgot. Steve I dont know. I really dont. Im sorry.” You felt ridiculous apologizing for the life that grew inside of you. Your arms wrapped loosely around your midsection , suddenly finding yourself vulnerable under your husbands gaze.

“You dont know,,, you dont know.”

“Steve this isnt my fault. But im not getting rid of our baby. Im not giving up on this child because youre scared.” You growled, glaring at him harshly.

He nodded and stood, grabbing some things from his dresser.

“Youre a coward.” You muttered, standing slowly. Your gaze landing on him as he went still. His shoulders rolled as he sucked in a deep breath.

“Youre leaving arent you?”

Still no words from the blonde as he grabbed a bag from under your bed, stuffing his things into it quickly.

“I deploy in three hours.”

Thats all you got before he left, grabbing his shield as he went.

When the door closed on you for the second time that day you no longer had it in you to cry. You slumped onto your bed and stared at the floor. Wondering how on earth you had gotten yourself into it.

~~~

A month passed and you had grown used to not seeing Steve around the tower. The only news you had on him came from Bucky. Who informed you that he was in an undisclosed location for a three month long mission.

You sat now with Wanda, who had grown closer to you than she had been even before your marriage had seemingly fallen apart. Your foot tapped anxiously , her hand grabbing yours. She chuckled and patted your hand softly.

“You should be excited about this (y/n) .. you get to see your baby for the first time today.” She smiled, earning a weak laugh from you.

You were happy, ecstatic even. But some part of you still wished it was Steve next yo you and not her. She sensed this and fell quiet. Dr. Cho soon coming into the waiting area to fetch you both.

You cried when you heard the small specks heart beat, Dr. Cho outlining the baby with her pink finger. Wanda cried too, smiling at you brightly.

Three hours later and everyone was crowded around you, desperate to get a glimpse at the ultrasound. Though there wasnt much to see other than a speck everyone still knew the importance of the child you carried.

~~~

Steve returned not long after that, going to Bucky’s room rather than yours. He was glad it was late and everyone was asleep. He didnt have to face you. Or the questions he would undoubtedly be asked. But his actions were of no use as he opened his friends door.

Bucky greeted him with a swift punch to the cheek. His anger with the captains actions finally taking over

“What the hell Buck?” Steve screamed, stunned as his friend pushed him out of his room. A piece of paper being shoved into his full hands.

“Im not going to help you rip her apart Steve. Not anymore.�� He growled, tucking the paper into Steve’s hand rougher.

“Buck-” The door slammed in Steve’s face before he could continue. He didnt get far before he dropped his things, the paper gripped tightly in his hand. He slid down the wall, his eyes staring at the image before him.

“Dr. Cho said he is strong.” Wanda spoke, her eyes trailing over the captain as he stared at the ultrasound.

Steve hadnt even seen the witch , though he assumed he woke her with his yelling.

“How do you know its a boy?” He questioned, his voice raw with emotion.

“You do realize who I am right?” She replied her accent thick in the question.

“Right.. Is she awake?” He asked, looking hopefully at the woman before him. Wanda shook her head no crossing her arms over her chest lightly.

“But im sure its not to late to go to her Steve. She misses you more than she is mad at you.” Wanda whispered, squatting to place a hand on his shoulder. Wave after wave of hurt and remorse washed over him , tears stinging at his eyes.

“This is what she is feeling Steve. I cant fix that Steve. Only you can.”

~~~

You were cuddled into the blankets, pillows surrounding you as you slept soundly. Steve set his things down quietly, the ultrasound placed neatly on his nightstand as he looked at you. His hand stretched out , brushing your cheek lightly.

Your brows creased and you mumbled something in your sleep before rolling away from him and onto your back. His gaze fell onto your stomach. A tear rolling down his cheek as he placed his hand there gently.

“Im so sorry baby. Im so sorry.” He whispered , his thumb stroking over where his son was. As he cried, your hand came to rest on his gripping it tightly. Steve only cried harder as you pulled him into the bed , hugging him against you tightly as you fought your own tears.

Steve hugged you to him continually telling you how sorry he was. How truly sorry he was.

“All that matters now is that you stay.” You spoke when your mixed cries finally ceased and he sat with you pulled against his chest, his hands gripping your own that rested lightly on your lap.

“Im not going anywhere doll.” He muttered closing his eyes as he did so.

Your hand moved his to rest on your abdomen where it stayed for the rest of the night.

#steve rogers #angst #avengers #tony stark #xreader #fanfiction #babydaddy #steve rogers dad #reader mom #parenthood #surprises #fluff?

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skyburialatnight · 8 years ago

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She Shines

Words: 1343

Fandom, Ship: Critical Role, Percahlia

Rating: PG

Warnings: Descriptions of injury, Major Character Death

Summary: Transistor AU, the aftermath of an attempted assassination.

*This is totally a recolour of official art, but you probably guessed that

Merry very very late Christmas @vexahliia !! This was going to be a full out AU but unfortunately, depression happened so I decided to tidy this up and post this up (i still have an outline of what I was going to do, so maybe one day- !) Also thank you to @the-waffle-iron for the one conversation we’ve had 5 months ago (you can’t see me but I’m giving you the thumbs up), where you encouraged me to do this!

Edit: This was named after the Transistor Bonus Track of the same name

You can also see Alisha’s reaction of livereading it here

She stood, back straight, eyes shut. Breathed in. Breathed out.

The room was dark, silent with bated breath, waiting.

Waiting for her.

Her dress, a streaming cascade of golden silk, wrapped around her body.

It whispered around her legs as she strode forward.

Vex…

She walked to the end of the catwalk, tiny lights dotting the sides, which lit up as she got closer and closer. At the end of the catwalk was a solitary microphone. Her voice.

Vex…

She stopped just behind it.

Closed her eyes.

Breathed in. Breathed out.

Vex… please…

She reached out to grab it.

Vex… wake up…

The lights flickered on with a sudden burst of white, blinding her. She raised a hand to her face to shield her eyes, but all she could see was white. Her eyes scrunched up tight.

A wall of sound rose up to meet her, as a thousand voices screamed all at once. The sudden noise overwhelmed her ears, deafening her, and she staggered back, still clutching her microphone.

Vex… please… you need to wake up…

Make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it-

VEX!

Vex’ahlia opened her mouth to scream. Nothing came out.

VEX WAKE UP!

Her eyes fly open and her body jolts forward. She heaves a breath in, and breathes out with a shudder.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

When the nausea resides, she looks back up and takes in her surroundings. In contrast to her nightmare, she is outside and the pink and blue sky tells her that it is dawn.

Vex looks around, taking in towering white buildings with vines of black metal entwining around their windows. Cloudtop district.

Wait. Cloudtop district?

Wasn't she just in the Central Distract?

She remembers being at The Empty Set, with its dim lighting and golden statues. She remembers walking off the stage, down the hall to her dressing room. She remembers the glow of the Hollywood bulbs illuminating her face, as she started to reapply her make up. She remembers a hand being laid on her shoulder, a firm squeeze, and a 'well done Vex, wonderful as always.' She remembers-

Percy.

Oh no. Percy.

The world tilts as she quickly scrambles to stand.

Her vision blurs as she looks around in panic. The square is barren, not a single soul around. Her eyes flick between lampposts to buildings to fences to-

Vex.

With a sudden movement, she stops.

Vex. Down here.

Slowly, she turns, her eyes drifting downwards. Looking at-

Percy. Sitting down on the asphalt pavement, his head slumping forward. The shock of white hair, unusual for a man this young, is in disarray as usual. The way he is positioned almost reminds Vex of drunkards down in the Abadar’s Promenade, passed out against the pillars of the boardwalk.

Well if it wasn’t for the massive sword sticking out of chest.

Vex stares at it for a minute. The first thing she notices is the sheer size of it. It looks large and hefty, and would take someone of considerable strength to throw it, let alone impale it into-

Oh.

Vex remembers.

B e f o r e[]

The smoke billows out of his mouth as he exhales. He places the cigar in the tray, then looks up at her. His eyes are piercing red and sets her on edge.

“Vex’ahlia. We have a proposition for you.”

She grits her teeth. “Sorry Thordak, I’m not interested.”

“Ah, but you see, your skills are crucial to the city’s success. We are simply offering you a method to amplify your skills, help more people than you already have.”

“And make me disappear? Like you did with Gilmore? With Allura?” she growls, and snaps. “Like PIKE?”

“Oh Vex, it was a necessary evil. We want things to be better, to have a bit of… what you say… control? Over things. This city changes at the whim of its occupants, with just a push of a metaphorical button. Things change too quickly, too chaotically.”

With a sudden squeal of the chair metal, he stands up. She can see his hulking form, all broad shoulders and rippled muscle, towers over her.

He leans forward, hands on the table, staring into her soul.

“And I think it’s time.

Time for It.

To.

Stop.”

Fear courses through her body, and she glances quickly around the room for an exit. But at that moment-

One.

Two.

Three.

Four people step into the room.

A familiar figure hisses to her left. “I had her. If only you had let me go through with my plan then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Raishan, her insides twisting with anger and betrayal. She had just started to like her, always with flirtatious grins, and intelligent conversations.

Thordak glares at her, casual air gone without a trace.

“Well, I had hoped you would go peacefully Vex’ahlia, but alas-“

With a sudden burst of speed, she gets up from the table and shoves it forwards. He falls with a yell, ashtray clattering on the floor. Her heartbeat thunders in her ears.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Run. Run. Run.

The giant blocks her path. He reaches out to grab her. She turns to dodge, but it’s too late, and arms encase her, squeezing her until black spots obscure her vision. Despite struggling, legs kicking out to meet air, arms pushing against what seems like concrete blocks, she can’t escape.

Thordak stands across from her a sword (iridescent, otherworldly) grasped in his hand. It glows a soft green, which would be calming, if it wasn’t about to kill her.

His mouth is turned into a snarl as he barks, “Target acquired. Vex’ahlia Vessar. Collect trace.”

He hefts the sword with only one hand, throwing it towards her pinned body. With the last of her strength, she tries to headbutt the giant’s head.

But it’s no use.

She shuts her eyes, waiting for the blow.

…

“Vex!”

Frantic steps. A body thrown in front of hers.

Blood.

Screams.

Light.

Vex remembers.

N o w []

She stands stock still, staring at Percy. Or, well, what used to be him. His now cold limp physical body. Rather than the turquoise-tinged, hefty, illuminated one he currently resided in. He sighs, the glow of the sword’s response lighting up her face again. One’s existence when you are dead is such a finicky thing to think about, Percy thinks.

Right. He’s dead.

And Vex is still staring at him. Her skin has become grey-tinged, eyes wide and lips have pursed in a tight line. Her chest shudders as she breathes in, out.

In.

Out.

She raises her hand to cover her mouth. It’s shaking.

Oh no. Percy thinks. She’s going to cry.

He’d do anything to make her stop.

But instead he gives a deprecating chuckle and says, “Oh Vex, we’re not going to get away with this, are we?”

She shakes her head, her mouth twitching in a pained smile. She breathes in; shutting her eyes, and breathes out hard with a sense of finality.

Leaning down, she grips the handle of the sword, and with a heave, wrenches it from the corpse that was his body. He wrinkles his metaphorical nose in disgust as he sees the gaping hole, completely cauterised, in his abdomen.

“Ouch.”

She huffs, sets him? The sword? Aside, before kneeling down before his body. Her eyes drink in his face, remembering every last inch of his face. Something she had done many times before. But this time her face morphs into a grimace, rather than a soft smile captured in the morning light. It hurt seeing that.

“I guess my soul is trapped in this damn thing now. An exquisite piece of machinery, my final prison, how awfully poetic.Well, I guess it could always be worse.”

Vex turns to the sword, unsmiling, but with a twinkle returning to her eyes.

“Anyway Vex, could you take my glasses for me? I’m awfully fond of them.”

A breathless laugh escapes from her lips, before slowly sliding them off his face.

“Thank you.”

Vex shuffles his body around until she can pull off his coat. It’s a long pea-coat, dark navy blue, with gold buttons and trim, and the collar was lined with fur (possum fur, Vex had insisted, not the typical bear fur or wolf pelt). She puts it on. It swallows her body, despite the fact that she was not small or scrawny at all. If this was a normal day, he’d tease her about it, putting on his bureaucratic posh accent that would always cause a deep laugh from her. But this wasn’t a normal day. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever have a normal day again.

With aplomb, she settles next to his body on the concrete and starts to tear at the seams of the dress, tugging, tugging, until they snap. She goes about ripping the material off the bottom of her dress until it only falls to her knees.

“I guess that dress is ruined for good. Or maybe you could start a new trend of ripped ball dresses.”

Percy, she goes to say, but nothing comes out. She tries again. Nothing. Percy percy percy, she mouths. Percy PERCY PERCY PERCY-

She tilts her face to the sky and yells but all that comes out is a rush of air. Her face contorts into a snarl and her hands curl into fists. She says a word that he can’t read off her lips but he has a pretty good idea what it is. He feels the same.

“Thordak took your voice. How. Fucking. Rude.”

She grips the hilt of the sword and stands up, back straight, a determined look on her face.

“We’ll get it back, Vex. Among other things.”

With a nod, they leave.

#critical role fic #perc'ahlia #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #vex'ahlia #my stuff #transistor #how the heck do you tag stuff #vexahliia

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galaxyheartsx-archived-blog · 8 years ago

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Stop Being so Sensitive! [drabble]

Aha! I finally wrote a Dru/Sky drabble for all of your lovely folks! It’s just a quick glimpse into their life. Hopefully, I was able to properly display just how manipulative that I picture Dru’s relationship with Sky was and how Dru had Sky wrapped around his finger.

Sky walked into the common room, feeling more than a little smug. He'd actually gotten the upper hand and beaten Dru during training earlier, a first for the human cadet. Granted, he'd used his shield to help him out, but it was something that had been encouraged by that day's trainer. Crueger had started assigning trainers that were subtly (and not so subtly) encouraging Sky and Bridge to use their abilities more to help them fight. Normally, he would have avoided using them against Dru but the other cadet was so much stronger and faster than Sky was that he'd finally decided to give in to the encouragement and give himself that slight edge.

And it'd worked! He'd been unable to believe it when he'd finally stood over Dru, body aching and chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the winner of a particularly intense sparring match. It hadn't occurred to Sky to be fearful of Dru's anger because he thought that his best friend turned secret lover would be happy for him. Sky had thought that Dru would pat him on the back with a huge grin and a happy 'Congrats!'

Sky was wrong. Dru had vanished by the time that he'd been able to catch his breath and the trainer had walked away. He'd gone off in search of his boyfriend, a little worried that he'd actually hurt Dru when the shield had thrown him backwards with such force. His concern had compelled him to head to the medical center where there had been no sign of his alien friend. It was the suggestion from a passing Dr. Manx that had caused him to head to the common room, thinking that perhaps Dru had some other really good reason to pull a total vanishing act on him.

The future Ranger froze as he saw Dru on one of the couches, looking far too cuddly with another cadet. She was very beautiful, an alien from a species that Sky could never remember the name of. Her lilac skin and amethyst eyes were only set off by the silky black hair that fell to her waist. Before he and Dru had decided to get together, Sky had had such a crush on her. The two had even started dating a little when Dru had confessed his feelings to him. Dru had been the one to convince Sky to break up with her so that they could secretly be together.

Sky felt hurt and confused, a knife twisting in his chest even as he watched the two of them kiss. Why was Dru doing this? Dru knew how much Sky cared about him and he knew that he'd really cared for Mina when they'd dated. He could feel his heart shattering and splintering into tiny pieces, even as he finally managed to rip his gaze from the scene and turn away. His feet felt like lead as he began walking dejectedly to the room that he shared with Dru, head low and shoulders slumped.

"Sky! Hey Sky!" His other friend, the one that Dru called 'the tagalong,' came darting up to him. He had a huge smile on his face, as per usual, one gloved hand toting several pieces of buttery(!) toast while the other gently curled around Sky's arm to stop him. His green eyes looked so bright and happy that it made Sky jealous. "That was a great move that you did in training today! Dru just bounced -"

At the mention of Dru's name, Sky roughly jerked away from Bridge and unintentionally knocked the smaller teen with his shoulder. The confused psychic stumbled back a couple of steps, eyebrows knitted and the bright happiness gone.

"Not now, Bridge!" he snarled, a distant twinge in his chest as he saw the look of pure hurt on Bridge's face. He felt guilty for his tone and for the fact that it hurt Bridge. It wasn't Bridge's fault that Dru was being...well...whatever he was being. Sky knew that he shouldn't snap at the smaller teen, knowing how sensitive he was. He opened his mouth to apologize, but the words wouldn't come. He just shook his head and stalked off, leaving a hurt and confused Bridge in his wake.

Sky threw himself into his and Dru's room, hating himself for how he'd just treated Bridge and hating Dru for kissing Mina. He curled up on his bed, staring at the wall with blank eyes. Why would Dru do this to Sky? He knew how much Sky had cared for Mina and he knew how much Sky currently cared for him. He knew how devoted Sky was to him and that he would NEVER do anything remotely similar to him. So why...?

Sky's silent questions were cut off when he heard the door to the room open and familiar footsteps enter. His jaw tightened and he refused to look away from the wall as he listened to Dru hum softly to himself and kick his shoes off. The alien didn't even seem to notice how Sky was acting, even as he settled into his own bed. Sky could suddenly hear a pause, then an exasperated sigh. "Okay, so what's wrong now?" Dru had finally seemed to notice the way that his roomie was acting and actually seemed annoyed by it.

"Nothing."

"Nothing, huh?" Sky's bed suddenly shifted as Dru's weight sank into it, the other teen scooting close to him. "It sure seems like something." He could feel Dru's fingers in his hair, brushing through in that way that he liked so much. Lips pressed against one of the most sensitive spots on his neck and, against his will, Sky could hear himself sigh and could feel his body slowly melting into Dru's.

Sky turned, trying to push Dru away and only partially exceeding. "Stop!"

Dru's lips curled into a smirk that made Sky's heart beat faster and caused blood to rush to the lower part of his body. "You sounded almost convincing there, Sky." Before he could say or do anything, his boyfriend had pinned him to the bed and straddled him. He pressed his hands into Sky's shoulders in a way that kept him firmly pinned and was almost painful. "What's wrong, Sky?" His voice was firm and authoritative and it made the words start pouring out, despite his desperate attempts to hold them back.

"I saw you!" God, he hated how desperately accusing and childish his voice sounded. Why did Dru always do this to him? How did the other teen always manage to bring out the childish and insecure side of him? "I saw you with Mina, looking pretty fuckin' cozy. And kissing her!" And there were the tears, right behind his eyelids. Sky sucked in a shaky breath, desperate to keep the tears back.

"Oh, Sky." Dru laughed, shaking his head. "It was all part of the act! You know that we can't let people know that we're together. Stop being so sensitive."

"B-but why Mina?" And there it was, the hurt child had come completely to the surface. "And why can't we let people know that we're together?"

Sky could see the way that Dru's jaw tightened, saw the flash of anger and annoyance in his eyes. "W-we just can't! And why Mina? She came onto me, pressing that tight little body against mine and turning on the charm. You know better than anyone how hard she is to resist when she does that. Between you and me, baby, I think she's a little crazy. I think she wanted revenge against you for breaking up with her and knew the best way to do that was through me."

He stared up at Dru, the muscles in his jaw working as he processed his boyfriend's words. "But why did you...you kissed her back..."

"I wouldn't have if you hadn't cheated during training!" The reply was unexpected and sharp, causing Sky to visibly cringe. "Look, Sky, you have an unfair advantage against me with your shield. What you did earlier was low and underhanded because you knew that I had no defense against you! So what if I kissed her back? It was harmless fun and you KNOW that I have to keep up an act! Stop being so damn sensitive! You're starting to sound as pathetic as Bridge."

Sky should be feeling angry, a part of him knew that. He should argue that Dru was stronger and faster than he was thanks to his species, that it was perfectly fair for him to use his shield. Instead, he shifted his gaze away in a motion of submission and utter defeat. "Bridge isn't pathetic," he mumbled half heartedly, swallowing heavily as he withered under his lover's anger.

Dru sighed, the sound softer this time. "Sure he's not." The words were uttered in a condescending tone, as if he didn't believe it and was only trying to placate Sky. He suddenly leaned forward, his lips pressing against that one spot right under Sky's jaw that always drove him crazy. "I'm sorry, baby. Just promise me that you won't use your shield against me again, okay?"

"I-I promise." The words came out in a breathy whisper as Dru pressed more kisses down Sky's jawline, occasionally pausing to nip at his neck. A fog was coming over Sky's senses as Dru moved against him, taking control once again. All of the pain and betrayal faded away, pushed to the back of his mind as teenaged lust and a feeling that Sky was pretty sure was love.

#;an exciting life (sky drabbles)#;little stories (drabbles)

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oliveryoung · 6 years ago

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brendansantos:

madsdewitt:

Looking down ashamedly when he in fact pointed out that it wasn’t Oliver she was in her apartment with, Maddie felt ashamed of herself. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her religious upbringing or if it was because she had a reason to be ashamed. When he admitted to not being jealous, all hopes Maddie had of him having feelings for her was dashed and maybe this was just Oliver’s way of making a grand gesture of apology since he admitted to not having many friends. His question made her finally look up at him. Yes. Yes, she did like Brendan. Brendan was someone new, someone that showed interest in her and made moves.

As much as she wanted to lie, Maddie knew that she owed Oliver the truth. “I d-do. I d-do like him a-and that’s part of wh-why I wanted to sleep with him,” she explained, feeling her body start to shake. Balling her hands into fists, Maddie could feel her manicured nails digging into the palm of her hand. All this was just so confusing to Maddie and there was a part of her that wanted to just disappear from it all.

When she finally admitted to Oliver and to herself how she felt about Brendan it hit Maddie. The truth finally hit her. Why she felt so different when she was around Oliver and when she was around Brendan. Yes, her heart raced when she was with Brendan but it raced in a different way with Oliver. When she was with Oliver, her heart would race, skip a beat and stumble - feeling that she never felt before. Matt’s words rang through her mind, jumbling everything she was thinking into a ball of a mess and she could hardly think straight but one thing, one thought, stood out screaming at her.

Her heart was racing but in that distinct way it would only race for Oliver and Maddie could feel her body trembling and her eyes welled up. “I-I l-love you,” she finally admitted as if she was admitting it to not only Oliver but to herself. Though when she said it, Maddie spoke again, not really giving Oliver a chance to process it or to say anything. “A-And I know that i-i-it sounds cheap g-g-g-g-given what I was just doing b-but I do and I d-don’t love you in a friend kind of way.” Taking a step back from Oliver, Maddie chewed on her bottom lip. “I-I love you in a way wh-where I want t-t-to be with you and I w-want you to be my first. Where I w-want that sappy romcom moment with you b-but that’s not wh-what I need right now.” After she said everything she needed to say, Maddie looked back at door, realizing she didn’t want to be with Brendan either.

“Wh-What I just did t-to Brendan isn’t fair a-and what I’m d-doing to you isn’t fair. Whatever I do, wh-whatever I choose I hurt both of y-you and I d-don’t want that. I love you,” Maddie stated without a stutter. “I love you, b-b-b-but I c-can’t do anything a-about it because I also have feelings for Brendan and I-I can’t do anything with B-Brendan because I l-l-love you.” This wasn’t how Maddie imagined admitting her feelings of love for someone and it just hurt. How she put herself in this position she had no idea but she knew she needed space. “I’m s-so sorry,” she whispered and walked past him as she started to cry.

Brendan was growing anxious when Maddie still wasn’t back. What the hell was even going on? Fidgeting with his fingers, he kept his eyes on the door until he heard faint clicking sounds on the floor. He turned around to spot Maddie’s dog coming out to where he was, no doubt looking for his owner. “Hey there, little guy. Are you looking for Maddie? Because so am I,” he said, getting up from the couch to step closer to the dog. The dog was wary at first until it smelled Brendan’s foot. He chuckled as the dog licked his fingers, but then promptly walked away. It made Brendan furrow his eyebrows. He was about to go back to grab his things to leave, but the dog soon came back pushing his food bow towards him. It was a curious sight and it only became more amusing when the small dog began to paw at the empty bowl. Looking around, he chewed on his lower lip as he tried to figure out what to do. “Sorry, buddy. I don’t know where your food is.” Going to the kitchen (though he felt kind of weird about it), Brendan saw a loaf of bread. He grabbed a slice and sat on the floor, ripping a piece off and giving it to the dog, who promptly ate it. “I guess I’ll just stay here with you until you mom gets back,” he said, continuing to feed Gizmo.

Nervously standing around while he waited for the brunette to answer him, Oliver gripped the straps of his backpack tightly. When she finally did say something, it hit him like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t a surprising fact that Maddie liked the guy, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. Not even preparing himself for the inevitable stopped it. Deep down Oliver knew that it was for the best that Maddie move on. It wasn’t like he had come all this way to give her what she clearly wanted and it looked like this guy could. Still, it hurt. He gripped his straps even tighter as he mumbled, “That’s cool. Cool, cool. Right, yeah. Right.” He was mumbling and shrugging his shoulders in attempt to keep his cool although he didn’t look cool at all.

Eyes were cast down to look at his feet, scared that Maddie would see the jealousy in his eyes. He didn’t even have a right to be jealous. “Well, that–” Don’t say cool again. “I’m happy for y–” Before he could get another word in, his entire world just stopped when Maddie said those ginormous three little words. Was he hearing right? Did she just–No. There was no way Madeline De Witt just said she loved him.

Oliver’s arms dropped harshly to the side, mouth slightly opened with his eyes all big and round with surprise. Maybe she meant it in… It was like Maddie was reading his mind because before he even got that thought out, she was already clarifying the way that she loved him. Loved him. Madeline loved him. This can’t be real. He had to have had passed out in between everything that was happening and now he was dreaming. Or maybe this was some weird hallucination brought on by his anxiety. Or maybe he had somehow traveled to a different Earth without realizing and this was an alternate reality. Those were the only things that would make sense.

At some point, Oliver’s breathing had become heavier as his heart raced. He wasn’t much of a runner, but he imagined this is what it must have felt like to run a marathon. His chest even hurt and he felt this weird thing happening in the pit of his stomach. Was he going to throw up?

As per usual, a million and one things were running through his brain. Why did she love him? When did this even happen? How did it even happen? Was she sure that she loved him? Was she even aware that he was undeserving of this kind of affection from her? He wanted to ask all this and more, but of course, he didn’t. He couldn’t. He stood there frozen. She kept repeating it - kept saying how she loved him and there were a couple times that she said it without even stuttering. Maddie also talked about what was going on and how she was sorry for everything. Maddie didn’t have anything to be sorry about. He wanted to say that, but again, he didn’t.

Oliver went from feeling so damn confused and shocked to feeling sorry for what Maddie was feeling. She seemed upset and scared and now he was regretting even coming here. To him, it felt like this was all a mistake. He came here to apologize to her and now all it ended with was him making things worse for his friend. That was the opposite of what he wanted to do. He felt guilty and realized that his decision to come here was all selfish. The smart thing would have been to talk this out with Kara or his therapist instead of acting so impulsively and now he just ruined things even more. Why did he always ruin things?

I love you. The words from her lips replayed in his mind and even as she walked past him visibly upset, all he thought about were those words directed at him from her. Oliver’s head ducked down before he looked up to watch her walk away. He must have stood there for at least half an hour before the feeling returned to his body and he managed to walk away. Maddie loved him and he ruined everything. Typical.

end.

#c:madeline #mdw:012 #c:brendan #bs:001

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