#but it doesn't get better than her taking a man hostage in exchange for her new partner

[rosenkranz-does-things]

season 1 Scully is like an attack pomeranian who's ready to tear apart anyone who even dares to breathe in the direction of her person, and I love that for her

[xneens]

not his girlfriend

you’re not his girlfriend, but …

You're not his girlfriend, but you're the first person to listen to his ramblings. The first time he realizes, he notices he's been talking for too long without taking a breath, and you're still paying attention to what he's saying. Microbiology. You know nothing about the subject, asking him to clarify stuff while he talks. He's surprised because everyone always stops him.

You're not his girlfriend, but he knows your coffee orders. They're all disgustingly sweet, as the teams point out, but he knows what to get depending on the day. No matter how urgent the briefing is, he goes out of his way to stop at your favorite coffee shop. Every day, you're greeted with a fresh cup of coffee and a smile.

You're not his girlfriend, but he comforts you after emotionally hard cases. You often find yourself in his arms after wrapping up the cases, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to stroke your hair. He'll spend the flight next to you, his pinky resting on your arm as a way to ground you without the rest of the team exchanging glances.

You're not his girlfriend, but you don't leave his side when he gets shot on the field. You hold his hand as the paramedics carry him in the ambulance, and you only let go when they take him into surgery. He wakes with you by his side, his fingers immediately intertwining with yours before he's even fully awake. You smile and tell him he's an idiot for taking that bullet for you. He replies back with a smile and a, "Better for me to be injured than you."

You're not his girlfriend, but he makes sure you're paired up on cases. He goes to shooting practices to prove to Hotch he can be on the field with you, to prove that he can protect you. He does the stuff you don't want to, mostly readings you don't want to spend hours on or bagging up a used condom from the toilet.

You're not his girlfriend, but you go to every nerdy event with him. Whether it's a Spock convention or some nature documentary showing, you're there by his side. No longer does he find the seats next to him empty. Instead, when he looks over, he sees you and smiles, because now he's not alone.

You're not his girlfriend, but his mom thinks you are. When you spend a few days in Las Vegas for a case, you visit his mom with him, meeting her for the first time. She greets you, smiling coyly at her son, asking you if you like dating her son. He spends the next few minutes trying to convince her you're just friends. And the rest of the month trying to convince himself.

You're not his girlfriend, but he kills the man holding you hostage. He's the first to notice you gone, and he's the first to burst through the door, gun out. He doesn't bother talking to the unsub, doesn't bother descaling the situation, doesn't bother to wait for the rest of the team to enter before delivering a bullet through the man's head. He doesn't bother stepping over the body before he unties you and takes you in his arms.

You're not his girlfriend, but he covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep. He turns the TV off, placing a pillow under your head softly, making sure you don't wake up with a sore neck. He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, longing in his eyes as he watches you breathe.

You're not his girlfriend, but he wishes you were.

[thewidowsghost]

Running Out of Time (Maggie Sawyer x Danver!Reader)

Main Masterlist

Anonymous asked:

hi if you still write for maggie sawyer, would write a fic about the episode Alex gets kidnapped but it's r instead of Alex thanks

"You don't have to hurt anyone," a police officer says into her phone. A line of police cars is lined up outside a bank. "No one is making you do this. You're choosing to do this. You and your friend chose to go into that bank. You chose to take those people hostage. But you know what? You can choose to put your guns down. You can choose to let those people go. You can choose not to hurt anyone."

"Look up!" a man yells. "Up in the sky!"

There is a sound of glass smashing and the crowd behind Detective Maggie Sawyer.

"Hey, not even Pretty Boy Floyd got to meet Supergirl," Kara Danvers says, hauling two of the goons out of the bank. "It'll be a fun story to tell your roommates in jail!"

Maggie walks up to Kara, tucking her phone into her back pocket. "Supergirl . . ." Maggie says and Kara rests her hands on her hips, exhaling sharply. "I almost had him . . . "

"And I got you over the finish line!" Kara says brightly. "And just in time for dinner. I'll see you later."

. . .

The smoke alarm beeps and (Y/n) Danvers waves a towel around. "Thanks," her older sister says, handing the delivery man a twenty.

"(Y/n), the first time I tried to microwave macaroni and cheese," Mon-El says, "they had to evacuate three city blocks."

(Y/n) glances amusedly at her older sister's boyfriend.

"That's an exaggeration, but Ihave seen less terrifying nuclearing explosions.

"Well, I like pizza better than paella anyway," Maggie says, opening a box of pepperoni, glancing affectionately at (Y/n).

"Yes, me too," (Y/n) agrees.

Kara opens a box of Hawaiian pizza. "I love ham and pineapple!"

"Thank you. It totally shouldn't work, but it totally does," Mon-El agrees with Kara. "How's my girlfriend, guys, huh?"

Kara chuckles. "What?"

"Bank robbers, zero," Mon-El talks through a mouthful of pizza. "Supergirl, two. What do you even need cops for in this city?" he chuckles.

A dangerous look lights in Maggie's eyes, and Alex and her girlfriend Lena exchange a glance.

"He's from a different planet," (Y/n) says, resting a hand on Maggie's knee. "He doesn't even know what he's saying."

"No, he's right," Maggie says, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Why bother trying to talk a guy down when Supergirl can just swoop right in and force him down?" she looks over at Kara. "Seventeen hours of 'What do you want, how can I help you?' good old-fashioned hostage negotiation wasted."

"You're not upset that I caught the bad guys and got everyone out safely, are you?" Kara chuckles, pushing her glasses back up onto her face. No, Kara didn't have to wear her glasses, everyone - even Lena knew because Alex did not want to start her relationship off with the Luthor on a lie.

"I would've gotten them to free the hostages," Maggie says.

"Maybe," Kara shrugs. "But they're in jail now, where they can't hurt anyone. That's all that matters."

Lena glances over at (Y/n), whose eyes had widened slightly.

"Unless they use the Supergirl defense," Maggie says, leaning forward.

"The what?" Kara asks.

"It's a think some criminals use to get their charges dropped," Lena offers.

Maggie nods. "It's a perfect storm for a defense attorney. Excessiveforce, evidence contaminated by debris, vigilante justice . . ." Maggie trails off, meeting Kara's gaze.

"'Vigilante justice?'" Kara echoes. "I stand for hope, and help, and compassion! I did what I had to do to get those people out of there."

"I think what Maggie's trying to say is that what you do is amazing when we're up against . . ." (Y/n) begins.

"A giant purple monster or a half-cyborg murderer, sure," Maggie interupts, and (Y/n)'s hand falls to Maggie's knee again. "But, most of the time, police work requires a more delicate touch."

"Delicate?" Kara echoes again.

"Yeah," Maggie replies. "You broke one guy's arm and you gave another one a concussion. And that was after you knocked in the roof of a National City landmark." (Y/n) stops trying to interrupt when Maggie scoffs, "And now, it has a big, Supergirl-sized hole in it."

"A thousand things could've happened from the time of your call to the hostages walking out," Kara says, glaring at Maggie from across the table. "Maybe, yeah, sure, I broke some walls, but I got everyone out of there safely, and that is a win."

"Well, you should've asked. But you never look before you leap," Maggie replies, a tight frown spreading across her lips.

"Because I can fly," Kara replies, leaning back in her chair.

"Okay," Maggie scoffs again, looking away. Maggie meets Lena's gaze, and Lena flashes her what seems to be a sisterly glare.

Mon-El clears his throat. "Well, as being something of a superhero myself, I can say that sometimes it's better to punch, than, than to talk."

(Y/n) lets out an inaudible groan, pressing her hand to her forehead, trying to quell her quickly growing headache.

"Sometimes," Kara throws her napkin on her empty plate, "talking is more hurtful than punching. Obviously, I've upset you, Maggie. I'm gonna go."

"No, Kara, don't do that . . ." (Y/n) says, Kara having stood up from the table.

"No, it's fine." Kara says, pushing (Y/n)'s comment aside. "Than/k you. Thanks for dinner."

(Y/n) gets up from the table to follow Kara, Mon-El in front of (Y/n).

"We're gonna go," Alex says, she and Lena also getting up from the table. Alex gives her youngest sister a hug before she and Lena Luthor leave (Y/n) and Maggie's apartment.

(Y/n) turns to face Maggie. "I know you're upset about earlier, but I really . . . " she pauses. "I just really want you and Kara to get along."

"Kara and I get along great," Maggie says, meeting (Y/n)'s tired gaze. "It's Supergirl that I sometimes have trouble with."

"Okay, just keep trying," (Y/n) takes a step forward. "Okay?"

"Okay, for you," Maggie replies. "Wait, where are you going?" she asks as (Y/n) strides towards the door.

"To catch up with Kara and tell her to try too," (Y/n) throws on her jacket. "But she's just as stubborn as you." (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes gleam with affection for a moment.

. . .

"Kara. Hi," Maggie walks up to Kara at Catco.

"Maggie," Kara nods. "Is everything okay?" she asks, the two walking towards Kara's desk.

"Yeah, I was just looking for (Y/n)," Maggie replies, "wondering if she checked in with you."

"Didn't you crash at her place last night?" Kara asks Maggie.

"I did," Maggie replies, "but she left to catch up with you after you left. What, she didn't stay with you?"

"She never caught up with me," Kara answers, turning to look at Maggie with a concerned look on her face. "Maybe she went to the DEO?"

Maggie shakes her head, "Alex said she didn't check in last night or report this morning."

"Huh . . ." Kara's eyebrows knit and her phone rings. "Ah. Mystery solved," Kara shows Maggie her phone, which had (Y/n) as the caller ID. "(Y/n)?" Kara answers the phone.

"Hello, Kara Danvers," a man, definitely not (Y/n), answers.

"Who is this?" Kara asks, stopping in her tracks.

"Well, the real question is, who are you?" the man replies. "Everyone around you thinks you're just a mild-mannered reporter. But I know the truth."

"What do you want?" Kara questions.

"I have your sister," the man replies.

"You're lying," Kara says, terror spiking in her.

"I'm not," Kara's phone vibrates and she pulls her phone from her ear. Maggie comes to stand at Kara's shoulder. The two look down to see the image of the body of a motionless figure lying on the floor of what seems to be a glass box.

"A man named Peter Thompson is serving a life sentence in Albatross Bay Supermax. You will free him within the next thirty-six hours or your precious baby sister will die. And I know you can, because I know . . . You're Supergirl."

. . .

(Y/n) blinks dazedly, weakly raising her head.

Noticing her surroundings, (Y/n) pushes herself to her feet.

"Hello?" she calls.

Electricity buzzes around her, and (Y/n) presses her head to the glass of her enclosure, breathing heavily.

"I knew I recognized you from the elevator," she croaks. "I know who you are. The people that I work with, they will find me." (Y/n) glares up into the camera at the corner of the cell. "And when they do, you will be in a world of hurt." (Y/n) totters slightly on weak legs. "So, I am giving you one chance. Free me, now."

Fear spikes in (Y/n) when she looks around the container. Three of the walls and the floor are made of cinder blocks, the ceiling of a chain-length fence, and the front wall made of glass.

. . .

"So, this person who says they've kidnapped (Y/n)," J'oon says, everyone gathered in the main debriefing room of the DEO, "what did he say on the call."

"H-he said he would kill (Y/n)," Kara says, pacing back and forth in front of the round table, "if I didn't break PeterThompson out of Albatross Bay."

Maggie and Alex are leaning heavily against the table. Lena and Winn Schott are standing off to the side, talking in whispers.

"He said he knows Kara Danvers is Supergirl," Kara goes on, and Lena and Winn stop their conversation, their widened eyes falling on Kara. "He's targeting (Y/n) because she's my sister," Kara goes on.

"But why (Y/n)?" Alex questions, straightening herself. "He could've also chosen me. Why go for her?"

"I don't know," Kara replies, shaking her head.

"This might be stating the obvious here, but why don't we just spring Peter Thompson and bring (Y/n) home?" Mon-El questions.

"The DEO does not negotiate with terrorists," J'oon replies.

"But this is (Y/n)," Mon-El faces J'oon.

"If we do this once, we'll open the floodgates," J'oon argues, a pained look in his eyes. "Every bad guy will know Supergirl can be controlled."

"And even if we do what he wants, it doesn't guarantee he'll release her," Maggie says. It was the first time she'd spoken since she'd learned (Y/n) had been kidnapped. "She's his insurance."

"All right, people,let's get to work!" J'oon booms, and everyone scrambles around. He walks over to Winn, who had sat down at his computer. "Winn, any luck with Alex's subdermal tracker?" he questions.

"No," Winn shakes his head, "it's been offline since ten'o'clock last night." Winn shakes his head, furiously typing on his keyboard. Whoever took her must have found some way to power it down."

"Where are we triangulating the signal from the phone calls?" J'oon asks Lena.

"We're nowhere," Lena plops down into a spare computer. "The caller used four different arrays to scramble the signal." Her accent had thickened with her worry for the youngest Danvers.

"You guys listen, we gotta move," Winn turns around to address all the agents.

"All right, let's start with what we know," Alex says, rising from her chair.

J'oon nods, "If this guy knows you're Supergirl, we just that to our advantage."

"That's gotta be a short list," Mon-El says. "Who knows your secret?" he questions.

"Jeremiah, Eliza, Clark, Alex, Lois, Lucy, the DEO, James . . ." Kara trails off, trying to think of a few more. "Lillian Luthor," she glances unsteadily at Lena, but Lena meets her gaze steadily.

"Does Peter Thompson have ties with Cadmus?" Lena asks, coming to stand around the table.

"No, I already checked," Winn replies. "There's nothing."

"Then you're asking the wrong question," Maggie supplies, and the others look at her. "We don't know where (Y/n) was taken, we don't have a crime scene, we don't have any physical evidence. They've clearly been planning this for a while. Whoever took (Y/n) is a ghost who doesn't want to be found."

Kara's head rests in her hands. "Then what's the right question?" she questions.

"Who is Peter Thompson and what does he mean to our ghost?" Maggie says, and the others nod.

. . .

Maggie, Alex, Kara and J'oon walk into the prison.

"Mr. Thompson," J'oon flashes his FBI badge. "Hank Henshaw and Alex Danvers, FBI. This is Detective Sawyer from NCPD, and Ms. Danvers from CatCo Magazine."

"The feds, a pig, and a journo," Thompson says, looking between the three. "To what do I owe this confusing pleasure?" he asks.

Maggie throws a manilla folder on the table between Thompson and J'oon. "Your jacket's a thrilling read. Three home invasions, two DUIs, two counts of felony murder."

"You all didn't come down here just to flatter me, did you?" Thompson asks, meeting Maggie's brown eyes. Maggie takes a breath, "This morning, we got a call from an anonymous source, asking that you be released from prison."

"Someone wants me out of jail?" Thompson laughs. "Not used to that. People usually want to keep me behind bars."

"A life sentence can't be all that easy," Alex says, "being in here all by yourself."

"You ever keep in contact with anyone on the outside?" J'oon questions.

"Just last week," Thompson replies, "Mr. JC Penney sent me a letter. He said there was a sale on galoshes." Kara's eyes burn and she steps forward as Thompson continues. "It's just that I don't have anywhere to wear them."

Kara slams her fist onto the metal table, startling Maggie a little. "Enough!" she orders. "My sister's been kidnapped, and her life is on the line until we find out who wants you out of prison."

"Ms. Danvers ..." J'oon says warningly.

"So save us the sarcasm! Who is it? Who has her?"

"Calm down," Alex says, her voice equally as warning as J'oon's and she places a hand on her sister's arm.

"Who has my sister?" Kara yells, ignoring Alex and J'oon.

"I don't know," Thompson says, meeting Kara's furious gaze.

"You're lying," Kara says angrily, her eyes narrowing.

"He's not," J'oon says. "We're done here."

The officer pulls Thompson to his feet and leads the fugitive out of the interrogation room.

"Why'd you let him go?" Kara asks J'oon.

"Because I read his mind," the Martian answers. "He's telling the truth." J'oon gets up from the table.

"Losing control is not gonna help us find (Y/n) faster," Maggie tells the superhero. "It's only going to get her killed."

Kara stares at Maggie for a moment, and then her phone rings. "Winn," she says, sounding almost defeated.

"Hey, we got something," Lena's voice comes from the speaker.

"What?" Kara asks.

"I scanned the visitor logs for Peter Thompson," Winn's voice comes from the speaker this time, "over the past three years. They're pretty sparse, except for one name that keeps popping up."

"Who?" Kara asks.

"Doesn't matter, it's a fake name," Winn replies. "I pulled some security footage and, baby, I ran that facial recognition software. Thompson has a son."

"But we checked, he doesn't have any relations," Kara replies.

"Well, apparently, there's a lot of family drama," Winn says. "Thompson's name isn't even on the kid's birth certificate. And I only figured this out after I cross-checked the name with the court transcripts. The kid spoke at Thompson's sentencing, and his name is . . . Rick Malverne. He has a house an hour outside the city."

"Malverne. Why does that sound so familiar?" Kara says aloud and Alex stares at her sister.

"He went to high school with us," Alex snaps her fingers.

. . .

Kara lands outside a house and busts down the door. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" she yells as she runs through the house.

Sticking her head in one of the rooms, Kara sees a set of computer screens with (Y/n) projected on them.

"(Y/n). (Y/n)!" Kara says softly, walking up the screens. "(Y/n)!"

"She can't hear you, Kara," comes a voice and Kara turns around to see a blonde man standing in the doorway.

"Rick?" Kara asks in disbelief.

"Jeez, I haven't seen you since graduation," is Rick's reply. "You look great."

Kara's eyes blaze and she grabs Rick, lifting him off the ground. "Where's my sister?" she demands.

"You break my father out of prison yet?" Rick asks, his teeth clenched.

"You know I can't do that," Kara murmurs.

"Can't or won't?" Rick questions.

Kara throws Rick back into a wall with a grunt.

"Tell me where she is," Kara growls.

That's not how this works," Rick answers. "Now, why don't you try and play nice, Kara?" he asks. "You were always the nice one."

Kara sighs, a hardened look on her face.

"Just let me talk to her," Kara breathes, looking over her shoulder at her sister on the monitors.

"Well, if that gets you to play ball, then I'm happy to help," Rick says, sliding around Kara to type on the keyboard.

The monitor chimes.

"(Y/n)!" Kara croaks. "(Y/n)!"

"Kara, is that you?" (Y/n) calls. "Rick Malverne from Midvale, he kidnapped me!" (Y/n) places her hand on the glass, facing the camera.

"I know," Kara replies. "I'm with him right now. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"My tracker. Can you use my tracker?" (Y/n) asks, and Kara can hear the frantic tone of her sister's voice.

"It's not working. We don't know -" Rick cuts Kara off.

"Okay, that's enough of a reunion, I think," Rick says.

"No, wait," Kara says.

Rick sighs, "It's simple. She's told you she's okay. And now we trade my father for (Y/n)."

"Your father is a murderer," Kara retorts.

"Manslaughter-er," Rick corrects.

"Tell me where she is," Kara demands again.

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

Kara's eyes burn red from her building heat-vision and Rick leans closer, "oh, wow, it's even cooler up close. You hurt me, you'll never find her. And she'll die. Slowly."

. . .

"He looks normal," Winn says, watching as two DEO agents lead Rick Malverne into the interrogation room.

"He was nice in school," Kara says, crossing her arms.

"He used to carry (Y/n)'s bookbag," Alex agrees. Lena raises an eyebrow and Alex shrugs.

"Why is he doing this to her?" Kara wonders aloud.

"I tried reading his mind, but he seems to be blocking me somehow," J'oon says.

"Let me in there," Maggie turns to J'oon. "I can talk to him."

J'oon considers Maggie for a moment before he nods. "All right."

. . .

Maggie sits down in a chair across from Malverne, Kara and Alex framed in the doorway.

"Detective Sawyer," Malverne considers Maggie, leaning forward slightly. "And they say there's never a cop around when you need one."

"So you know me?" Maggie crosses her arms.

"Of course," Malverne smiles, leaning back in his chair. "I took a whole year planning this. Watching (Y/n). Preparing. I know everything.

"How did you know I was Supergirl?" Kara asks, crossing her arms.

"The day at the beach," Malverne replies, meeting Kara's eyes. "Before you started wearing glasses.

"Hey, Rick," a young Alex greets a young Rick Malverne, Kara and (Y/n) standing behind her. (Y/n) was gently explaining things to Kara in a low voice.

"A bunch of us are heading to Swan Beach after school," Rick says, resturing towards the direction of the nearby beach. "You and (Y/n) wanna come?" Rick smiles over at the two year younger (Y/n).

"Back then," Rick says, pulling Kara and Alex from the memory, "I had no idea that (Y/n) would end up playing for the other team, so to speak."

"You're new sister is kinda weird," Rick says, gesturing to a young Kara who was looking up at the sky with wide, amazed eyes. A young (Y/n) rests her hand on Kara's shoulder, looking amused.

"Then there was a crash," Malverne goes on.

Kara charges to a car, pulling a woman and a baby from the burning wreckage.

The rest of the kids run up the hill to see a young woman hugging Kara with one arm and cradling her baby with the other.

"And her older sister walked away without a scratch. People at school said it was adrenaline, but, uh . . . "

"But you didn't believe that," Maggie finishes, meeting Malverne's gaze steadily.

"I saw Kara Danvers do something amazing," Malverne glances over at Kara. "And it stayed with me. I knew Kara was living in National City, and then Supergirl showed up in National City . . ." he chuckles. "I put two and two together. I knew it was you."

"What happened to you?" Alex asks, leaning forward. "I remember when (Y/n) and Alex had the chicken pox, and I was eating lunch by myself. You came and sat with me.

Rick chuckles. "I was fourteen. And I didn't have the nice house or the perfect family you three had." Maggie stands up from her seat.

"You think we had it easy?" Kara asks, unfolding her arms. "You have no idea what either of my sisters sacrificed for me. Or what I was going through!"

Malverne straightens in his seat, fixing his eyes on Kara. "Why, because you had to hide your superpowers? I was hiding bruises! Do you know what it's like to have your mother tell you you're garbage every single night? A belt whenever you had the wrong opinion? And then I found a lifeline. A dad my mom kept from me. And he saved me from her and he moved away from Midvale. And even though he was already struggling, he always made sure there was food on the table and he got me enough money to go to college. And then three years ago, the state took him from me."

"Your father killed two people," Maggie says, leaning against a wall, her arms crossed. "He confessed."

"They had it coming," Malverne replies, leaning back in his seat. "And now I'm gonna rescue him just like he rescued me. Alex shifts uncomfortably, leaving the room without another word. "I can't believe we're still talking about me! You have twenty-four hours and eleven minutes." Kara stiffens as Rick continues, "Come on, Kara, show us some of that rah-rah Midvale Junior High Spirit." Malverne is yelling now. "Free my dad! Or your sister dies."

Kara growls, zooms over, flips the table, and pins Malverne to the wall.

"Oh, you use half this much gusto in springing my dad, you'll have your sister back for game night."

"Kara! We're done here!" Maggie's voice cracks.

Kara lets go of Malverne and the man drops to the ground. "Hey. You know what'll be fun?" he asks. Maggie frowns, an eyebrow raising as she steps back from the man. "Finding out which of the three of you loves her more. "Honestly, I wouldn't know where to place my bet," he sneers and Maggie swallows thickly.

Kara frowns at the man and after a minute, the three women go to leave the room, Maggie pausing for a second.

"Go Stallions," Malverne grins.

Both Kara and Maggie leave the room. "I'm giving him one more minute, then I'm going back in there," Kara says.

"No," Maggie replies.

Alex straightens from where she'd slumped against the doorframe.

"Let him sweat it a little. We got what we wanted," Maggie reasons.

"What?" Kara questions, looking down into Maggie's eyes. "All we know i show he knows my identity."

"We know that Rick's pinned his whole sense of self-worth on Peter Thompson," Maggie says. "Thompson is the key to getting (Y/n) back."

Kara's angry eyes seems to extinguish as she considers Maggie's words.

. . .

An hour or so later, Maggie leads Peter Thompson into Malverne's interrogation room.

"Ricky," Thompson says, walking towards his son.

"Dad," Malverne gets up from his seat.

Thompson pauses before moving to hug his son. "All that time inspiration, I imagined a day when . . . I could talk to you without a pane of glass between us."

"The DEO moved heaven and Earth to free this man," Maggie says. "We did what you wanted. Now, tell us where (Y/n) is."

"No. No, not until my father and I are far from here," Malverne says.

"You think we're stupid?" Maggie questions. "I showed you mine. Your turn."

"So you can toss us in Gitmo?" Thompson asks. "Not gonna happen."

Maggie shakes her head in disbelief.

"Maybe he gives you a piece. A little token of goodwill," Thompson adds. "You gotta give them something, Ricky. That's how it works. Just tell them where she is." Thompson narrows his eyes at his son.

"Well, you really nailed his essence, I'll give you that," Malverne says.

"What?" Maggie asks, stepping forward, her arms crossing.

"I mean, that thing . . ." Malverne says, studying his father's face. "He couldn't decide whether to hug me or not. That's vintage Dad." Malverne sits back down in his metal chair.

"What are you talking about?" Thompson asks, walking up to stand beside the table.

"My father would never be playing these games. He'd be wanting to get the hell away from here and making sure that he never went back to prison," his expression is one of anger. "I've been planning this for a year. Do you really think I didn't prepare for you," Malverne pauses, looking up at Thompson, "Martian?"

Thompson walks over to Maggie and shifts back into himself.

"You're down to twenty-three hours and fourteen minutes," Malverne says as he gazes a Maggie and J'oon. "And counting."

Maggie closes her eyes, pressing her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose.

. . .

(Y/n) looks around her containment module. Her eyes narrow as she looks up at the camera.

(Y/n) pulls off her jacket and belt. She climbs up, pulling the camera off the wall.

"Okay," she breathes, having taken apart the camera.

(Y/n) bites down on the end of her belt, snaps a card from her wallet, and pulling down the shoulder of her shirt. She whimpers as she digs the sharp end of the card into her shoulder. (Y/n)'s teeth bare down on the belt, her chest heaving as she finally pulls her tracker from out of her shoulder.

(Y/n) spits out the belt, her chest heaving. "That sucked," (Y/n) grumbles, blinking back her tears. She connects her tracker to the camera after pulling out a few wires.

. . .

"I just got a software update request from one of our trackers," an agent says, peering at the computer screen. "System's not recognizing the IP address."

"She's a little genius!" Winn says. Winn runs down the hall. "Guys! We found (Y/n). I found her."

Kara - who is standing with Mon-El, Alex, and Lena - turns to face Winn. "You did?" Kara asks frantically.

"We got a ping from her subdermal tracker," Winn explains. "She's not far!"

Kara runs over to the door where she finds Maggie sitting at the table across from Malverne.

"Maggie. Winn found (Y/n)," Kara says, and Maggie turns to look at Kara. Alex is framed in the doorway, her eyes wide with hope.

"What? How?" Maggie asks, getting up from her chair.

"I guess you underestimated my sister," Kara says, glaring at Malverne. "Let's go," Kara turns and marches towards the door.

Maggie pauses, turning to study Malverne.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Malverne says, his gaze flicking between the Danvers' sisters and Maggie.

"You're delusional," Kara turns to face Malverne. "The second we get back here with (Y/n), you're going to prison with your dad."

Malverne shrugs, looking at the table in front of him. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Kara strides the room, but Alex and Maggie study Malverne.

Maggie and Alex runs out of the room. "Watch him," Maggie tells the guard as she runs past him after Kara. "Hey, stop," Maggie tells Kara. "Malverne still thinks he's in control," she tells her.

Kara turns, looking highly annoyed with Maggie at this point.

"He's not acting like someone who just lost," Alex adds. "He didn't even flinch. It's like he expected this."

"No, no, no, we are not listening to that psycho," Kara says, walking closer to the two. "Every minute we wait for matters."

"I - I want to get her as badly as you do," Maggie retorts, "but we can't punch our way out of this. We've got to get this right."

"If the shoe were on the other foot, (Y/n) would already be out the door. I'm not waiting," Kara argues.

"You're not the only one who cares about her!" Maggie says, her voice rising.

"I'm going!" Kara yells over her shoulder as she strides out of the DEO, Alex running after her.

Maggie swallows thickly and looks at the ground.

. . .

Alex and Kara smash through the roof of a warehouse, and (Y/n) hears the thump on the ground. Kara lets go of Alex's arm.

(Y/n) scrambles to her feet. "Kara! Alex!" she shouts.

"(Y/n)!" both the sisters yell.

"I'm down here!"

Kara runs over, pulling a sheet of metal off the floor.

(Y/n) hears the noise and looks around hopefully, but she doesn't see anyone coming to her aid.

All Kara and Alex see is a laptop and a countdown clock. The words, NOW YOU HAVE FOUR is spray-painted onto the wall.

"Four? What . . ." Kara asks, but there is a rapid beeping from the clock and the time now reads 4:00:00.

There is a grinding noise, and water begins spraying in from one of the pipes.

The twoolders Danvers' sisters watch, terrified as their sister looks frantically around.

(Y/n) grabs her jacket from the floor and presses it to the pipe, hoping to stop the flow of the water.

. . .

Kara and Alex march through the door of the interrogation room, Kara's fists balled. Alex sets the laptop on the table, opening it and turning it towards Malverne.

"Where is she?" Kara crosses her arms.

Malverne shrugs. "I told you not to go down there . . ."

"Tell us where she is," Alex slams a fist on the table.

"I gave you thirty-six hours to break my father out of prison," Malverne relaxes in his chair. "But you didn't listen. So now, that room is gonna fill up with water in less than four hours. I think it's time you got moving."

Kara's lip quivers. "Let me talk to (Y/n)."

Rick leans forward and presses a few of the keys and there is a beep.

Kara turns the laptop around and leans down to talk to her sister through the computer.

"(Y/n)," Kara says, her voice quavering.

"Kara! Alex! I sent out a signal, I thought you were coming," (Y/n) says, the water up to her waist now.

"He re-routed the IP address. He sent us somewhere else. Do you have any idea where you are?" Alex asks, her eyes wide with worry.

"I was unconscious. I could be hours away or I could be in the city," (Y/n) replies, a frown spreading across her face. "I don't know." Despite how far (Y/n) was away from the camera, both Kara and Alex can see the fear on their little sister's face.

Rick leans forward. "(Y/n), it's Rick. I don't want to hurt you. I keep on telling your sisters that. Tell them to get my father, and this can all be over. You can come home and get dry."

"No. Alex. Kara. No," (Y/n) says, pointing at the camera. "You do not give that terrorist what he wants. You cannot let yourselves be blackmailed. You cannot open yourselves up to that, ever. Do you understand me? You're both better than me." Again, despite her words, her widened eyes display her fear and worry.

Maggie enters the room and, seeing (Y/n) on the screen, runs over. "(Y/n)!"

"Maggie!" (Y/n) calls.

"I'm right here," Maggie replies, her tone softening.

"Maggie, I need to speak to you alone," (Y/n) says, and Maggie immediately grabs the laptop and walks out of the room, cradling the laptop to her chest for a moment.

"Honey, everyone here is working hard and we're going to find you," Maggie says and her voice cracks. She sits down on the floor, her back against a wall.

"The water is rising fast and there are things that I need to say," (Y/n) says, looking up into the camera, her eyes softening as though she really was meeting her girlfriend's gaze.

"No," Maggie's voice cracks. "Don't start talking like this is the end."

"I don't want it to be, but in the case that it is . . ."

"It's not!" Maggie cuts her girlfriend off. "You're a badass, Danvers. And you're gonna figure out a way to get yourself out of there or you're gonna hold on until I find you." Maggie's voice quavers.

"Maggie, listen to me, please," (Y/n) tries again.

"No," Maggie interrupts, tears welling in her eyes. "W-we just started t-this, you and me, and i-it's not g-going to end. Not today. Not for a long time. We just had our first Valentine's Day and I wanna do more with you. I-I want more firsts." (Y/n) looks up into the camera again and she doesn't worry about wiping her tears. "I want to have a first vacation. We haven't even argued about where we're gonna go yet or how to load the dishwasher. Or what to name our first dog. Do you want to get a dog? A cat? Both?" The tears are falling freely down both women's faces now.

(Y/n) smiles slightly. "Both? Let's name the dog Gertrude." Her eyes sparkle with amusement.

"See," Maggie smiles, her expression watery, "there's a lifetime of firsts that we're going to do together. So, you hold on, okay? Hold on until I get to you. Promise. Promise me!"

"I . . ." (Y/n) starts but the video cuts off.

"What?" Maggie says, typing furiously on the keyboard. "(Y/n)!" Maggie, frustrated, throws the laptop to the ground.

"What happened?" Kara runs over where Maggie is sitting.

This distraught woman stands up. "I t-told you not to rush in. Now you've made things worse."

"I did what I thought was right," Kara retorts.

Alex, Lena, Winn, and Mon-El run into the hallway.

"I should have been heard," Maggie goes on, not noticing that the others had appeared. "I should have been listened to. I'm her girlfriend."

"I'm her sister," Kara snarls in return.

"And you think that trumps me?" Maggie questions, taking a step forward. "That you know what's right for her. I . . . I got her to be herself, Kara. I-I have j-just as much to lose as you. You should've listened to me."

Maggie turns around and storms away.

. . .

There is a beep as Maggie enters Malverne's interrogation room.

Malverne straightens, studying Maggie closely.

Maggie sits down at the other side of the table, crossing her arms and resting her elbows on the table.

"Under two hours," Malverne says, leaning back in his chair. "The clock is ticking fast," he comments.

"I know," Maggie replies, leaning forward in her chair. "And if it ticks down completely, we both lose. And I don't think you want to lose."

A ghost of a smile spreads across Malverne's face, "Neither do you." Malverne pauses. "I was wrong about Kara," he says. "She's too much of a Girl Scout to do what needs to be done. I misjudged her. Alex," he shrugs, "she can't do anything with Kara in her way. I may have discounted you. You're a cop. You could just walk into that prison and break my father free if you wanted to. You care for her."

Maggie simply blinks.

"I've seen that," Malverne goes on.

"Stalking us," Maggie says, leaning forward a bit more.

"The way you look at her," Malverne says, his expression softening a little. "The way your hand touches her hand when you're walking down the street."

Maggie's eyes water and she bites her bottom lip and looks down at the tabletop.

"Love can make people do things that they don't normally do," Malverne goes on. "So please, help us bring home the people we love.

. . .

(Y/n) could no longer touch the floor of her containment module, as so much water had flooded into it.

(Y/n) holds her breath, diving to the bottom to grab her belt.

She lets out a strangled yell as she tries to close the valve with the belt.

Her chest heaving, (Y/n) resurfaces, greedily gulping in air.

Wrapping the belt around her hand, she dives down and punches at the glass, trying to get it to break.

Getting desperate, (Y/n) pulls off her cargo pants, leaving her in a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of boxers.

Resurfacing again, (Y/n) uses the space left to tie the legs of her pants and fills the other end with air.

(Y/n) puts the makeshift life-vest over her head.

. . .

"Please tell me you have something," Alex says, emotion surging over her.

"We've literally tried everything, all right?" Winn says, his hair disheveled from the continuous motion of running his hands through it. "I've checked family holdings, bank accounts, call logs from the prison . . . There's nothing."

Alex lets out a suppressed sob, resting her head in her hands.

"I'm gonna talk to Maggie and see if she's got anything else out of him.

Kara looks at the computer monitor projecting the camera looking into Malverne's room, but (Y/n) isn't there.

"Where . . . where's Maggie?" Kara asks, and Winn and Mon-El turn to look at the screen.

. . .

Maggie glances around the corner of the prison wall but stops when she hears the guard's keys jingling together. She waits until the guard walks through a set of double doors to moves. She strides up to one of the metal pipes and places a projector in front of a camera so that the guards watching the cameras wouldn't see what she is about to do.

Maggie jogs through the projection, her face set in determined lines.

She blows the lock on Peter Thompson's door. "What the hell are you doing?" Thompson asks as Maggie grabs his upper arm.

"Taking you to your son," Maggie's voice cracks.

Maggie lifts (Y/n)'s raygun and shoots two cameras as she makes her way through the prison.

"Nice gun," Thompson comments.

"It's my girlfriend's," Maggie says shortly, pushing Thompson forward.

"Maggie, you know (Y/n) wouldn't want you to do this," Kara says in her Supergirl uniform.

"All I care about is getting her back alive," Maggie says, her eyes burning. "You were right, sometimes words don't work."

"Sometimes punching doesn't either," Kara counters. "She just came from your son. She was with him all day, trying to turn him," Thompson turns to look at Maggie, "make him understand. You know what kind of words your son's been using? Words like 'rescue' and 'love.' He says he wants to rescue you, like you rescued him," Kara steps forward, her arms crossed across her chest. But if he kills (Y/n) Danvers, he'll never be rescued. He'll have to live with that for the rest of his life. And that'll be his hell," Kara's voice softens. "Now, you've done a lot of bad things in your life, but you've done one thing you can be proud of. You were a father. A good one. You were there for your son during the toughest time of his life and that's what you need to do again now. If he kills her, you will have failed at the one good thing you've done with your life. Be a father now."

A timer beeps on Maggie's phone, and fear strikes through her. "She's out of time."

"Please, is there anywhere he would have taken her?" Kara asks.

"There's one place," Thompson says.

. . .

Maggie, Alex, and Kara open the garage door of the storage facility and they run in, Maggie freezing with horror at the sight of her girlfriend in the glass chamber.

Kara speeds over and puts a fist through the glass and all the water - as well as (Y/n) - flow through the hole in the glass.

(Y/n) coughs up water as she rolls onto her side.

"Thank God," Maggie says, pulling (Y/n)'s head into her lap. "She's okay. She's alright."

Maggie lifts (Y/n) head up as she chokes on the water, coughing it up. Maggie rests her chin on (Y/n)'s head, before pressing a few kisses to the same spot. (Y/n) grabs Maggie's hand and squeezes it weakly.

"You held on," Kara says, pressing her hands to her sister's pale cheeks; Alex grabs (Y/n)'s other hand,

"I-I h-eld on," (Y/n) stammers. Then she looks up into Maggie's eyes, which are soft with affection.

Maggie cradles (Y/n) head and presses her lips to her girlfriend's forehead.

. . .

The four women return to the DEO, (Y/n) asleep in the MedBay while Maggie stares out the window, relaxed by the soft patter of the rain and her girlfriend safe.

"Hey, you," (Y/n) says hoarsely and Maggie turns, relief evident on her face. "You okay?" she rasps.

A look of disbelief spreads across Maggie's face. "Am I okay?" (Y/n) asks softly, settling down in a chair and taking (Y/n)'s hands in her own, a look of tender affection on her face. "Are you kidding? That was really clever, with the whole Navy Seal thing with your pants. What was that?" Maggie smiles and (Y/n) laughs weakly.

"Well, I knew I just had to buy a couple of seconds," (Y/n) says, and a tear trails down her cheek. "I knew you were going to come."

Maggie' gaze softens.

"You didn't let me finish before, but I, um . . ." (Y/n) pauses.

"What?" Maggie murmurs.

"I just really have to say it now," (Y/n) continues.

"(Y/n) . . ."

"It's okay, it's okay," (Y/n) says as she sits up, Maggie shooting out a hand to help. Maggie tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and turns to gaze deeply into (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes. "Those firsts that you talked about . . ." (Y/n) says, her voice a whisper because of how close her face is to Maggie's. Maggie nods, a soft smile on her face. "I want to have them all with you." (Y/n)'s eyes get watery. "I never want to stop having firsts with you. I love you, Maggie Sawyer.

"I love you, (Y/n) Danvers," Maggie murmurs, her eyes still watery.

Word Count: 7114 words

Taglist:

@procrastinatingsapphictrash​

@makegoodchoices​

@fanboy7794

@imtheflash

@theofficialzivadavid

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

The Umbrella Academy season 3 episode 2

Fucking damnit. I knew something was up with this hotel due to the episode descriptions, but now I know it has to do with fucking Reginald

Reading the news paper cause I think it will hold clues

Guests will never need to leave, eh?

Geeze, how has no one noticed how OLD this guy is! Newspaper said 1920! It's 2019! He should be LONG dead!

Oh Luther

Wait do they take LUTHER hostage?? That's so funny

Oh no. Shit fuck. Allisonnnnn

Oh Allison:(

I knew it was coming but that doesn't make it easier

Sissy died October 1st 1989? How... curious. There's no way that's a coincidence

Wait what

Why do these people seem like they are stuck in time? Doing the same thing day after day and have been for decades?

LMAO

Five is fine with a little murder between sibilings

Also I'm laughing over what Five is wearing he looks like a grampa

This is making my heart happy

Hi Viktor <3

HELL YEAH VIKTOR YOU TELL EM

Klaus ily

Why do the blasts keep killing animals

DIEGO!

Da fuck?

Oh Viktor :(

SIGH Lutherrrr

Buddy. You should be asking questions. You were kidnapped. Don't just EAT with them!!!

Oh my god

He just wants to be their friend, I'm laughing so hard

Luther, as is the theme for this family and kidnapping, they have not noticed

Didn't like that look exchange between Sloane and Ben

Also this Ben is a Dick and I want OG Ben back

Oh Allison :(

I love Viktor so much, he's a good brother. I dig his and Allison's dynamic very much

UHHH why isn't the briefcase working???

Awww. Five. You're adorable. You don't get to breathe yet.

HE JUST WANTS TO SEE TORIST ATTRACTIONS AND RELAX

My heart

"You're family, Viktor. Okay? And there's nothing... nothing that would make me love you less." My heart. If this turns out not to be true imma burn this place to the ground and build a therapist office on top

Im laying in a puddle of my emotions

No, Diego, you are not about to kick this guy's ass. His power is redirecting attacks onto his attacker. Also he's literally just shopping. Stop being so violent

Wait, is it specifically being hit in the face??? That's Hella specific if yes

Oh, is it specifically things that draw blood?

Poor stan

This is really funny

Klaus being amish makes me giggle a bit because, I mean, LOOK at him he's a freaking MESS

Five seems happier and calmer now that he's not dealing with constantly saving his sibilings' lives and I like that for him!

I dont trust any of this

I don't trust her. I think this is allll a trap to get information and keep Luther from being a threat

Hm. She's scared of whoever is on the other side of that Camera

Luther! You're getting more brain cells!

No babe, you can not get one day off

It's working it's way out further and further, and taking bigger and bigger animals it seems

Oh

*Oh*

That's why the number was only 16 this time. For some reason, 27 of the original 43 mothers died when exposed to the dust rather than give birth

"Five is an asshole, not a monster" five better not tell them that it doesn't matter or imma beat that old man

Oh. He has her eyes

Honestly props to this lady for being so willing to trust Klaus when by all rights she has no reason to. But he does have her sister's eyes

Now Five is invested

Oh Allison

Allison, leave old man Harlan alone

So they can follow you back to where yall are staying

There goes their briefcase

Well, either this is the wedding in episode 8, or this is Romeo and Juliet. Could be both!

[tainoidiot]

Hey! So I was wondering if you can do head cannons for the rogues ideal date or even better Batman getting in between the ideal date? Thanks! And by the way thanks for doing the Jervis headcanons! You write so well and it really made my night!! :))))

Stoppp I'm blushing.. keep going LMAOO. Sorry these are taking forever, I got work and now a fun sickness.

Rogues x Reader on their ideal date.. that gets rudely interrupted.

Jervis Tetch

On date nights, this man's entire goal is to woo you.

I'm not kidding, he goes all out. Tonight would be even better however, and Jervis was sure to stand by that.

He had taken an entire 5-star restaurant hostsge for you both. They were all hypnotized anyway, no harm done! However, one was acting rather odd.. Probably nothing.

You were greeted with a patio dinner. Wooden arches above you covered in roses and fairy lights, lit candle in the middle of a round table, and a sever with a bottle of wine ready to serve you both.

If you don't drink, he quickly sends it back in exchange for a sparkling grape juice.

"Isn't it wonderful, my dearest? You and I.."

"And batman."

"Hm, yes- Wait whauh?"

Jervis turned around. Sure enough, the bat was walking toward him. "Jervis Tetch.. Civilian." The bat nodded to you.

"It is rude! To arrive uninvited! You! ANIMAL!" Jervis kicked and groaned as the bat picked him up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Apparently that oddly acting employee wasn't under his hypnosis and called for the bat. Jervis really needs to fix that bug..

Most dates consist of bailing Jervis out from some crime he committed in the name of romance.

Johnathan Crane

Nervous. He just wants everything to be good enough for you.

His ideal date is a picnic on a warm night next to a pond. The two of you share a drink of your choice, little kissing, maybe more-

But gotham city doesn't really have ponds. The closest thing would be an overflowing sewer grate.

So he improvised. And eventually he found the perfect spot! All it took was a little fear toxin puffed in the faces of the people who lived in a mansion, locking them inside a basement and boom. All set!

Hey, he bought the drinks at least. Cut him some slack.

"You know, you keep me going. I hope this is adequate enough for you.. I'm sorry I can't do more."

Reassuring him that this was more than enough was fine, but how do you explain the large shadowy figure near the gate?

Your eyes kept darting back and forth from your lover and the figure. Eventually John got the idea.

"Crane." The voice growled.

Note to self. No more breaking and entering.

Edward Nygma

SCAVENGER HUNT.

He placed riddles leading to a trail, hoping you'd find it fun at least.

From your house, a nearby Bodega, all the way to the subway. This is the last one, you're confident. Looking around, you see a large green questionmark next to a bench. Wedged in-between the seat and handle is a paper.

"This is not the end, if you're stuck here's some help." Written in purple gel pen.

"I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?" This stumped you even further.. the only thing you could think of was right under your nose.

"A map!" You immediately grabbed your phone and connected every place you had been. A large heart. You wanted to smile, but a large hand grabbed at your shoulder. "Going somewhere?" Ah shit. The questionmarks must've set off some citizens.

There goes yours and his plans for the evening.

Pamela Isley

She won't woo you with flowers, fake or real. However, that doesn't mean she can't be romantic.

Pamela took your hand, blindfolding you in the process. "You trust me, don't you my lily?" Her voice in your ear like the sweetest honey.

As you walk, you begin to smell certain things. Dirt, plants, floral scents.. wait a minute.

Taking the blindfold off, you're in a greenhouse! But wait, Pam doesn't have a personal greenhouse..

"So I may have taken hostage the Gotham City Conservatory for tonight. What? Do you expect anything less from me?"

You don't. Kind of why you love her.

She sits you in front of a Greek style fountain, the vines picking you both up to hang in the air as you sat.

You both talk and talk for hours on end, though it truly only feels like minutes. Your day, what you both want, the future. It's full of cuddling and kisses by the end.

However, Pam begins to pull away. You can see her looking around in annoyance. "We have a visitor.."

Yep. A large man in a batsuit. "Hello, batman" She waves, gently putting you back on the ground. "Let me deal with this, My Lily. I'll be right back."

[phoenix-flamed]

Alright, going to attempt putting together my thoughts so far on some things. It's going to involve spoilers, so I'll tl;dr it first by saying that this is about Rosarian society and political choices.

According to various NPCs throughout Rosaria in the game, Archduke Elwin was considered to be a benevolent ruler, and those born or living in the Grand Duchy of Rosaria -- especially Rosalith -- were quite fortunate. In the flashback segment at the beginning of the game, he is seen to be friendly, warm, caring, and is loved by many, if not most, of his people. Even through Clive, both at the beginning and as the game progresses, we can see the influence Elwin had upon his sons and get a gist of how they were raised -- at least on his part.

However, as much as I'd love to sit here and sing praises about my favorite character, that isn't really the purpose of this post.

Elwin may have been a good man, he may have been loved by many, he may have had good intentions and wanted what was best for his people. But he is still a product of not just Rosarian politics, but the societal norms of Valisthea as a whole.

He treats the Bearers of Rosaria well, or at least better than other nations treat theirs -- but he nonetheless still owns Bearers and allows the owning of Bearers within Rosarian territory. Just because he treats them with dignity and as human beings doesn't change the fact that he perpetuates the cycle of slavery, and you do find out in Eastpool that any Bearers that lost their masters were handed over to the authorities for reassignment to a new master.

When it comes to the Northern Territories, it's said that Elwin was the one responsible for bringing them to heel and ending their rebelliousness. How did he do this? He presumably invaded their region. His goal may have been to garner peace, particularly for Rosaria(by quelling the threat that the Northern Territories posed), but his choice of action to ensure peace -- to ensure that the Northern Territories were on their best behaviour -- was to take their princess, Jill, as a political hostage and bargaining chip against her father, the king. In exchange for the Northern Territories submitting to Rosarian demand, Jill would be kept safe in Rosalith.

Yes, it's implied that he did indeed ensure that Jill was treated well, even going so far as bringing her in as a ward of House Rosfield and having her raised alongside his two sons. He presumably treated her with dignity, rather than as a prisoner -- but she was still a prisoner, regardless. One can argue that he was doing what he believed was best for Rosaria as its ruler, and I'll not disagree with that; but it doesn't change that he forcibly took Jill from her homeland, from her real family, to use her against her own father as a means of forcing him to submit. Not to mention that it's not even touching on the fact that by giving Jill a similar upbringing to Clive and Joshua, he was making sure that Jill would be immersed in Rosarian society and politics(as well as forming a personal connection with Rosarian people), therefore potentially instilling within her a bias towards Rosaria.

And then there's the fact that Elwin was willing to take his ten-year old son to war. Yes, Joshua is the bearer of Phoenix, and it's the Dominant of Phoenix's duty to not only go to war alongside the Rosarian army, but to be Rosaria's trump card/most powerful weapon in defense of their nation. But he's still only ten years old.

Elwin had a choice: to say to hells with tradition and find another way, another means of defending Rosaria; or to go ahead and adhere to their family's long-standing tradition and take Joshua to Phoenix Gate. He chose the latter. No, he didn't seem to like or want to choose that, but at the end of the day he did choose it. Even with the assurances that he and Clive would protect and guide Joshua, it's still, once again, putting a ten-year old on the front lines of war. It's a cruel and heavy burden to place upon one so young, regardless of the Eikon that they are bonded to.

All of this is to say that Elwin may have been a good man, and treated people -- Bearers included -- better than many others did, but he was by no means perfect, and he perpetuated many of the societal norms that in turn perpetuate elements such as the subjugation of people born as Bearers, the usage of Dominants as weapons of war(even if it is dressed up in prettier terms and appearances in the case of House Rosfield and Rosaria), and unintentionally lends a hand in keeping Valisthea locked in a cycle of war between nations(even if it is a byproduct of the need for survival).

I think I was going to add more, but I lost my train of thought while writing this all out. Oops.

It's people like Cid, for example, who want to break away from all of this, to put an end to these cycles and generational conditioning to accept the status quo, especially as far as Bearers are concerned. And though I'm not finished with the game yet, I'm going to assume that Clive and Jill join him on that, not only to dismantle their society's inherent flaws, but also on a greater level to break the chains of fate when it comes to the Dominants as well.

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Art Attack

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)

We had spare time before this episode, so have fun with our bonus content! Link available here!

– – –

["Must be a guy thing" Ah, yes, women don't exercise]  Or a decent person thing, ya know

[OH YEAH THERE'S APPARENTLY A FAMILIAR FACE IN THIS!  @witchy-writer-lady told me abt it]

The circles that have been talked in this scene  [Ma'am calling him out on circular sentences like she doesn't do that constantly]

There is plenty more romantic.  Weddings are so overrated and expensive ☠️☠️🤣

“Why not?”  OC!

🤣🤣🤣 This woman deserves to have her dress stolen if she didn’t notice it gone from two feet away [asdfkjalfdkj you're not wrong]  She’s blind as hell with both eyes intact ☠️☠️☠️

Oh Sketch noooooo

Get ‘em OC  [No "Get 'em Normal"?]  HES SO MEANNNN ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [You do realize NoBody there does Any work right alkdsjf]  That’s true 🤣🤣  [Not even Alec, love him as I do alskdfj]  Oooooof  [He legit just sits there chatting with Normal about boxing the whole time.  Or delivering single packages]

Oh! Hello Logan!

NORMAL 🤣🤣🤣

His little “hm she’s aight” look

[This was me earlier today!!!  I understand his aversion to public speaking  aslkdfj]  ☠️☠️☠️ Moood

Oh Buddy

[His look at her alskdfj]  Their little exchange was cute tho  ['sigh' This is true]

Poor Normal  [I knowwww!  Will the hostage situations never stop?]  Right?!?

[An actual coherent monologue alkdsjfa]

Loooool I thought the brother was Palmer (Ducky’s Assistant you haven’t met yet)  [idk for sure but that's not the pertinent one… Watch for Daphne]

Poor Max done got put in her feelings

Le gasp  [Oh, last name drop!  I forgot Max's last name was on screen.  I don't think Alec's is]

Ooop! We get more jam pony

He said ten bucks  [tbf, they are in an economic depression]  True 🤣🤣

[Normal be lying abt the bip-bip-bip-ing]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Poor buddy can’t have a good family!  Oooof

Was that SPN Mary?  [Yup!]  Le gasp

Oooooof jealousy

[That was a painfully fake smile, Max]

[Also this be the plot to your Nomral fic.  But more guns.  And less love life.  And Normal's in a leather jacket and not a bathrobe]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh boy: Logan done put his foot in his mouth

[I'm cringing in preparation for this ep btw.  Heads-up]  Oh noooo

– – –

Jezebel: Midpoint!

Wench: Bravo!  Ma'am remembered better than I… do go on!

Jezebel: Ok so first off it’s a Jam Pony ep which has proven to be some of my favorites!  And I swear I love a “I don’t like this person but I don’t hate this person so I’ll help” storyline

Wench: Poor Normal alskdjf

Jezebel: Yusss.  Alsoooo POOOR LOGANNNNNN!  BUT MAX TAKING UP FOR HIM WAS ADORABLE, IM SORRYYYY!!  But then here comes Mary-

Wench: Daphne

Jezebel: I know 🤣

Wench: Hmph

Jezebel: -and just threw a wrench right in it

Wench: And finally the jump I paused it on  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  In that dress… Just…. Wot ☠️🤣🤣☠️☠️

Wench: Apparently we have lots of photos to give y’all this time alskdfj On we go!

– – –

I swear ☠️ The dress makes the jumps look so bad ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oooof

Mood max

[Okay but he lost his job because of the messenger service so-]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Buddy she’s no angel

Bruh CAN NO ONE KEEP UP WITH SHIT  [I mean.  Technically she just.  Decided to leave with it]  FAIR

[Remember when I said I was.  preemptively cringing.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️oh shit the second hand embarrassment

[Poor Normal expecting to get killed tho]  Ooop Normal reality check on being a good person lol  [Let it be known, btw, that Normal in s2 has very good moments and very BAD moments.  I recognize this.  But for now I'm enjoying his minorly-asshole-ish-but-no-worse bits.]

This man and his bitch slaps

I love "defenstration"... it's one of my favorite words

Poooor Normal

[Have fun.  I'm.  Not watching btw.  Tell me when the speech is over plz.  I'm.  I have it muted.]  I have it turned down☠️  I’m still cringing at the faces

This.  Is Tony coming out of Logan

Max coming through again  [Okay, now you're uber-whacked; technically she only came through because she caused the problem in the first place by not handing the paper back]  Fair  [This is the one non-anti-Max comment you've made that I don't agree with]  🤣🤣🤣

[This.  Is an NCIS episode.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  ["I've got a military vessel heading out to-"]

A ghostttt  [Max disappearing: Cas-coded]

Oooooop-  [Plz let DaphMary be a lesbian]  SBC… If not OC GON make her one

[This whole dress thing is so ridiculously unrealistic.  It's pulling me out of the story.  She definitely smells like trash and yet no one seems to notice; she's bound to have it all dirty, stained, and ripped, and yet she's acting like she's gonna return it... just wot]

OOOOF  THAT WOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TODAY

[Showing off her powers again 'sigh']

☠️☠️☠️☠️  [She (Max) annoys me]  Fair

Oh boy

OC 🤣🤣  [Um.  DaphMary looking like she was heading over to OC as soon as she caught the bouquet.]  RIGHT

[Um.  UM.  THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT!!!  DAPHMARY I FREAKING LOVE YOU]  Oooooop!  Dean’s getting a new momma.  [Well, he always seems to lose one, so he needs two]  Oooof  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Ooop-  Somethings missing on miss presses neck 🙂

“You first”  Heart eyes

[I.  I think we found out why she dumped him… Lickity-chicks]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  Logan’s not clueless I love it  [This is true!]

Dawwwww!  Genuine smile!  [I will give you that Max/Logan are good in this scene]  

Another dawwwww

Le gasp

Buddy HOW BOUT YOU NOT  [HE WAS TESTING IT]  “My feet work again… Lemme break em”

– – –

Jezebel: Ok! End point! 🙃 Jam pony still are my all time favorites! Like you said it’s the Normal fic but make the girl a painting ☠️☠️ and the depression is his, you know, will to live.

Wench: lkjlkj;lkj oof

Jezebel: Also Logan was adorable in this one.  Very Tony-esque.  And his family sucks.

Wench: All true

Jezebel: But DAPHNE(MARY) 😮‍💨💕 love herrrr!

Wench: I KNOW!  I FORGOT THEY DID THAT AND JUST.  GOLD

Jezebel: OC really just be coming in and swooping up all the ladies.  Also, Max was annoying but her taking the necklace made me happy. So *sigh* 😤  I’m conflicted

Wench: This is fair!  To be honest, she’s not as bad in s1 as she is in s2.  It’s her dynamic there that causes the issue.

Jezebel: Ending note. Catlike jumping in leather = meh, goofy but believable / catlike jumping in fancy schmancy dress = the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen

[castle-dominion]

castle 5x16 hunt

Part two of this plot heavy pair of episodes!

These two ppl look the same

castle chill they are also worried I RECOGNIZE HIM I WATCHED THE EPISODE IN SEASON SIX BABEY! at the MOST castle

you were THERE for her castle. you couldn't be there physically but seeing you helped her

Anwar my man!

Why zoom in like that? you should view the whole scene if u can the glitch effects lol the music noooooo were the el masris in on it or smth..?

Thats right she has TWO murders to solve, well actually the driver who killed the bodygraurd already got shot & caught but now roger henson is also killed

Especkett Kate These two are such a good pair

OH NO CASTLE HIS PASSPORT RC: I’m at the precinct with Beckett. Why? Beckett: *in the loft looking for castle*

Lol greenscreen or smth but it looks good

WHAT is with the LIGHTING rn?

KB: Look, in the state that he’s who knows what he’s capable of. But he says that he knows someone that can help. ryan narc cop

I speak french you bastards! BUT I'M FRICKING DEAF. IF HEARING FROGS CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT IS BEING SAID, THEN I WANT THAT ABILITY TOO. thank you. transcript: Merci, Colette. Et si jamais vous quittez votre petit ami – (he turns around) – Richard! Thanks collette, & if u ever quit your boyfriend ; )

The unofficial man... Yeah you don't want to get involved with this sort of person, but as a father you need to do this... Rich novelist

Two young women awaiting organ transplant? sus

THESE PEOPLE STOLE A JET???

The place where the hostage exchange took place hhhh love the angle castle don't site beside someone, they will find you weird to me how he doesn't genuflect Jaque Henri: “Vengeance is mine”, sayeth the Lord. “I will repay.” Sometimes the Lord needs a little help, huh? Castle are you not hiring him to also,, rescue (or recover) her? My man knows things, he has his sources, esp when vetting his clients JH: And then you thank God I’m not the FBI. at least THIS man genuflects oooOOOOOOOHH thre MUSIC I LOVE IT

All these wires & stuff Ah my man is blind. You know, I would have a pretty good ear if I wasn't hard of hearing & suffering from adhd's auditory processing issues. Tendu actually means held or tense, like you're tied up with ropes & can't move or you are holding your shoulders high & your body in suspension.

JH: We call him la taupe – the mole. T/M: Il est tendu, eh? JH: Pas mal, eh.

Nothing for YOU to hear. T/M: Ah, you listen with your eyes. Shh. Me: Uh yeah,,, *uses lipreading to supplement my listening* *watches my fiddle teacher's fingers* *looks around for context clues when I miss what someone said to see if I can deduce what they said* *watches mouths to see who is talking* *turns captions on for most things* *however I listen to audiobooks rather than read myself these days except for fanfic bc podfics aren't as common* Love this mole's soundboard btw I love the music over the top of this Taupe: Hear that? Us: I can hear a lot of stuff but I can't tell what you're talking about THIS MAN CAN TELL WHICH CHURCH BELLS THEY ARE? Lik e my grampa, he used to be able to tell what car smth was based on the sound of the engine Bro go to sleep TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES I love love love this, I wish wish wish my ears were better bc this is the kind of stuff I like

Good for her but my friend's daughter is missing I NEED TO CLIP THIS MOMENT WHEN SHE KICKS THE CHAIR

ryan looks at beckett almost like he's scared Ryan tech man computer

JH: Maybe. Acoustic tiles, office space, close to a rooftop. Might fit the bill. RC, standing: I’m coming. JH: No, no, no. It might not be the place. RC: I don’t care. JH: It might be the place. gives castle a long look

Reminds me of the colonoscopy camera lol How is castle not packing a gun? THIS IS THE ROOM

Castle follow Henri's lead HER HAIR HER LONG ORANGE HAIR

Why is nobody here? Oh bc they left no trace they already left (except for alexis' hair ig) lmao wallpaper like that tbh I thought it was a bullet Why is he speaking english? Also this guy has a really nice chin btw, he is very french & THE PHONE RINGS IMMEDIATELY I LOVE IT JH: Ouai? // Yeah? Phone: [?????], tout en seul, sans le pere // I can't tell, all alone, without the father

you ARE emotionally compromised... This is what you pay me for! (I think last time I watched this I thought maybe he would do exactly what he does but I was also too invested in the story I don't think I realized)

I KNOW WHO THIS IS HEHEHEH Man found his way back to the mole cave & le taupe can still hear! btw how do they split the payment from castle? Ooh today's paper, smart! A forest? Crazy

I think you can tell it is a hard drive u just need to label it with henson Ew pics of alexis creepy (What if this tech one was in on it?) But they just told henri that it was the wrong place wrong time

Woah lots of money scary forest oh dear

I feel like you SHOULD answer except don't want the ransom guys to see u on the phone

Does his phone plan still work in paris???

Safety was off already? bc my man just cocked the gun

Il est voici, comme nous convenu I value my life more than my word Valid Who are these people? Not egyptian radicals?

Attendez! Mon paiement?

Henri un-double-crossed him? Or not. Beckett then?

American accent At least castle went for his gun Yeah castle I don't trust this guy *Shoots his phone* How do I know you're the good guy? Altho ig yeah you ARE still alive Sus man: Given how you’re feeling so bad about your $200 buck phone you might want to pick up that 3 million dollar briefcase. With those gloves I'd be scared of leaving fingerprints RC: Sounds made-up Jackson Hunt: it is

Why do they have lights on her like that? Alexis took french class

WHY DOES HE HAVE ALL THESE PHOTOS MAYBE THIS IS THE GUY WHO NABBED HER IN THE FIRST PLACE-- LIKE THE PHOTOS ON THE HENSON DRIVE HOW & WHEN DID YOU GET A FRICKING COPY OF THE PHONE?

What is this guy's accent?

So dramatic I loooove it OH THIS IS HOW THE RUSSIAN JET WAS INVOLVED Volkov: It’s you. After all these years, it’s finally you. & who ARE you?

THIS IS CASTLE'S DAD? I can see the resemblance but he could be lying that is SO castle. it could totally be him appealing to castle's romantic side, the story

All these years? That's sad but valid WOAH THAT IS ACTUALLY SO SWEET HHHH that book & james bonde SOPHIA WAS RIGHT, HE DID GREASE WHEEL IN THE CIA

Oof, poor anna. that's why they chose paris Ah that makes sense

direct assault with only two of you? (Also, u want to call beckett?) all these sexy blueprints play spy shfdkjhj

Ooh undergrounds third one FROM the bottom or...? Ok castle now run

say "je suis un electricien, pour-quoi vous avez les pistolets?"

Yes they get to see each other!!! He came to get her! All the way in paris! This is the bestest episode everest! Volkov: When a man doubles his wealth, why should he give half of it away? it's ok, castle says, he KNOWS it is ok Dad's dad: Because you’ll be dead.

wdym "don't let them"? Castle just threw the guy with the gun to the ground they RAN all the way to the us embassy? Cover story? sus Probs best to keep away from contact with him after this castle, to prevent this situation again "son" hhh always sdkjfkldjf

You two SHOULD talk, for like trauma purposes Welcome home sign!

I could clip the escape if u want

CASINO ROYALE HE MADE IT OUT

are you ALLOWED to tell her?

jasdkfhasdjlfhjasdfk this was super good but also now we know castle's dad is not the inventor of whipped cream

this was a great pair of episodes. Super intense. & I spent the full hour & a half on it too

[anemcia]

Her pupils shrank to pinpoints, never imagining anyone would discover her secret like this, let alone Goku. The golden flashes he gave off did nothing to ease the overwhelming panic that gripped her chest. It felt as if her very soul was trying to flee, trapped by her obligation to save them from the impending disaster about to be unleashed on the farm.

She needed more than a minute! No, she needed an hour! Three hours! A day! There wasn't enough time to condense such a complex situation in 60 seconds!! Honeydew's lips quivered, throat swelling as she struggled to squeak out a single word. She could not hide her distress as she desperately strained for an answer, anything, that could quell his rage.

"Honeydew, who is this?! Do you know this man? Did you bring him here?!" Cell seethed, staggering over from behind so suddenly that she yelped in surprise. This seemed to break the spell that held her mouth hostage, redirecting her attention to the bio-android, fury and all, as she shoved him back. She didn't even give him time to complain, speaking directly over her perturbed teacher.

"Gonna have to give me A MINUTE HERE, Slick! I don't have time to split myself in half and explain everythin' to you AND our PISSED OFF VISITOR!!" She hissed, jabbing her index finger directly into his plated chest. "Let me talk before YOU get us sent straight to HELL!!"

"The NERVE of you to speak on MY behalf!! Have you no shame!? I'll deal with him before a minute has even passed!"

"Slick, you're gonna have to take a good hard look before you SAY ANOTHER WORD!! Don't you know who that is?!"

"...Am I SUPPOSED to?! You haven't given me time to think about it! Does it look like I instantly remember who 'Goku' is?!"

"Then STOP talkin' to me and THINK, CELL! FUCK!"

This exchange had already eaten into 30 seconds of her time, probably longer than this, as she was left with mere seconds to speak with Goku. She turned back to face him, as did Cell, who was now carefully analyzing where he had seen this face before. What on Earth could she muster on the fly, quickly and effectively? The gears of her brain were in overdrive, palms dragging over her features as she finally allowed instinct to take over, a metaphorical Hail Mary, to stop the nuclear detonation.

"S...Stay for dinner? Please? I-I can't explain anythin' to ya like this, not while my throat is bone-dry. I need a drink." She wheezed, having already made her start towards the farmhouse close by. The bio android is admittedly shocked by this sudden invitation, trailing her without a second thought to further hiss his grievances under his breath.

"You're not serious? This is your plan?"

"I don't have a plan."

"Unbelievable! Sure, let's wine and dine the monkey-tailed freak out of attacking us! Why not just kill him now?!"

"One, we're in no position to fight to the death right now, we've been training all day long-- and two, YOU GOT ANY BETTER IDEAS?"

"NO! BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!"

This hushed bickering between them doesn't stop, even as they open the front door. What a... Strange dynamic.

Steam escapes his mouth, smothering down super saiyan only to keep from getting Honeydew hurt from the close proximity and the fact just transforming into the form might cause damage to her livelihood. He'd aimed to send Cell out but his rage must have muddled his pressure, instead putting it into raw strength. Something squirms in the depths of his chest, satisfaction at the way the Bio-Android looks right now. Stunned. Recovering from a hit that actually hurt. Not like the woman he'd just been harrassin- his ire snaps to a new target, only barely softening but his mind is reeling, screaming at him. There's no way Honeydew doesn't know the threat nearby, everyone on earth knew of Cell. They only knew the tale Mr.Satan crafted though, not the other horrors the bio-android was capable of.

His fingers flex, itching to bury his fists into the hard carapace armor of Cell and dish out a bit of vengeance of his own, but the urgency to send the other right back to hell was burning much brighter than his desire to toy around and make it painfully slow. If anything to pay back the damn favor. Tail lashing behind him, leaving a dent in the ground as he stares down at Honeydew before his gaze focus's back on Cell again. "You have a minute. Use it wisely." He hisses out, another flash of super saiyan boiling under the surface. She knew about Cell. She had to. And with her stopping him, he doesn't want to even think it but some people were too damn nice for their own good. There better be one hell of a good reason for this choice.

[vicuddy]

Irondad Fic Rec List

I’ve read... a lot of fics recently, and mostly irondad. I hope my spiraling into the deep depths of ao3 can profit you guys! 

Oh Christmas Lights, keep Shining On by ciaconnaa 

Tony isn’t one to hash out the differences between a house and a home. Those kinds of cheesy sayings are better left to soccer moms and Hallmark cards. But standing in the middle of Peter’s kitchen with his sleeves all sudsy, surrounded by pictures, evidence, and history of a house well lived in, Tony can easily define that this is not a house, it's a home. Peter’s home.

There’s no way he can take Peter away from his home for Christmas. Not when he doesn't have his aunt anymore.

He makes a decision. A split decision, really. All the details explode in his head like a supernova, like they always do, but it’s a plan. And he’s gonna stick to it.

or;

Tony, Peter, and what it means to be a family.

This is my favorite irondad fic ever. Ever. It’s what made me start this list in the first place. Honestly anything ciaconnaa writes bowls me over and I strongly recommend just sitting down and reading everything they ever wrote, but this one. It shows Tony reacting to Peter being orphaned in a unique way, accommodating to his life in a way that isn’t really shown in most other fics. Really awesome imagery, and characterization, and everything. 

on speaker by sapphirestark 

“Parker! Is that your phone?” Mr Davids whisper-yelled, as if that did anything in a completely silent classroom. His classmates looked up from their tests to watch the exchange, and Peter couldn’t blame them.

He could only think of one person who would call him while he was in school, and it was the same person with both the power and the intent to program Karen into never fully silencing his calls.

“Uh, no?”

I love this one! Short and funny with on point banter. It’s also part of series that centers around Peter and his friends from decathlon finding him weird, which I also heartily recommend!

Popsicles and Playgrounds by ironfamjam

Tony Stark: MIT student, tech prodigy, SI inheritor, "world's funnest baby-sitter."

According to Peter anyway.

Or, the college baby-sitter AU no one asked for

This one is so good!! I reread it frequently. It’s such a unique concept and College Tony and Kid Peter have my entire heart. It’s also the first part of an equally good series, because we have been blessed by the fandom gods (and the hard work of fanfic authors everywhere). 

built from scraps by peterstank

“Everybody needs someone. That’s what you said, right?” Pepper meets his eyes and he’s struck by the way she’s almost pleading. “We both lost. We can help each other.”

Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.

Peter hesitates.

Then he takes it.

or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together.

(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

Technically this is more Pepper & Peter than it is Tony & Peter, although that does appear further in the series. You’ve probably read this already, considering it’s nothing short of the Holy Grail. Really, really awesome characterization and a fresh look into relationships. We see Peter grow up into a young adult and it’s very cool. 

in an empty moral space by blueh

“Bring Spider-Man to us, Mr. Stark,” High-heels says and rattles off an address. “If that bug isn’t here in the next twenty four hours, then your intern gets it. We are not going to ask a second time.”

There’s a pause.

Then, “You want Spider-Man?”

“In exchange for your intern,” High-heels affirms.

“Spider-Man,” Mr. Stark repeats. He sounds more amused than worried for Peter’s apparent safety.

also known as: Peter Parker is held hostage…in order to get to Spider-Man. Throw in some Accords reconciliation and, well, Peter’s life just got a whole lot weirder.

Genuinely funny. Awesome banter and BAMF, weird gen z Peter, with a Tony who trusts him wholeheartedly. 

what do i look like to you, a clearance rack? by peterstank

It happens once and then it keeps happening. It starts with a hoodie, and then slowly Tony is sacrificing more and more items of clothing in the name of a clumsy, irresponsible Spider-Baby with no sense of self preservation.

But honestly, he can’t bring himself to mind.

or: 5 times Peter steals Tony’s clothes + the 1 time they share.

Grade-A banter. A fun, fluffy read where Tony has clearly mentally adopted Peter. 

S.O.S. (Somehow Obtained Son) by madasthesea

Tony blinks. “You know Morse Code?”

C.L.E.A.R.L.Y.

“You can’t be that sick if you’re still capable of sarcasm, kid.”

This fic is really cool! Morse becomes sort of their own little language. It’s short but part of a really nice series that I also recommend! 

What They Saw by yesyeshyes

The times when other people saw how much Tony and Peter cared about each other, the time when Tony admitted he cared about the kid, and the one when Peter realized it himself. Not necessarily in that order.

Basically: Have a bunch of Marvel characters tell you how adorable Peter and Tony are around each other!

Really cool. Just basically an endless supply of outsider pov. You’re very welcome.

Bargain Basement Legacy by ciaconnaa

“No.”

The word spills from his mouth without half a thought right after Morgan pulls back the curtain with dramatic flair. “You barely even looked,” she grouses.

“Spider sense,” he uses as an excuse. “I could sense the danger.” But this time he gives pause and actually looks over her outfit choice: a green monstrosity with unflattering sleeves. “You look like a radioactive lime.”

Morgan swears before she disappears back into the dressing room.

or;

Peter takes Morgan shopping for her Halloween Homecoming dance. It's only a little chaotic.

This is, technically, not an irondad fic but it’s just so good I couldn’t resist putting it in there. Peter & Teenage Morgan shenanigans and banter. 

Magic Tree House: Spiders at Sunrise by ciaconnaa

"Trust me, you’ll have so much more fun here," Peter tells his daughter. "You get to play with Gerald, swim with Morgan, garden with Pepper -”

“- build a toy airplane with me," Tony adds.

Peter’s eyes grow comically wide. He lets out a loud, dramatic, shout of anguish before he takes a few steps over and collapses onto the rug, AJ still pressed close to his chest. She starts shrieking with laughter at his theatrics. “No way! A toy airplane?! Tony builds the best stuff! I’m so jealous.”

or;

When MJ needs to study for school and Peter needs to do Official Spidery Things, their daughter gets to stay at Tony's for a week, much to his delight. They do fun things like eating ice cream and watching movies. They also fall out of a tree house, but that part isn't so fun.

Grandpa Tony!!!! Also awesome Peter & Terror Teenage Morgan. True sibling representation. 

our pages, flipped in reverse by ciaconnaa

Fifteen year old Peter Parker makes headlines when he's captured in a terrorist attack during a Sokovian science convention. Three months later, he's a household name when there's reports he busted out of a cave in some ridiculous iron suit.

With a miniaturized version of Tony Stark's infamous arc reactor in his chest.

Naturally, this means the two have to meet.

Ironson and Spiderdad!!! Really cool and original! I now frequently think of spider-bit Tony. The absolute disaster. Freaking out Rhodey and Pepper on a daily basis.

press one to procrastinate by mindshelter

Tony presses Accept and tries to school his embarrassing-ass beam into something less giddy as the call connects.

Peter’s entire grainy face fills the screen, staying silent for a few moments to let the choppy signal smooth out. In lieu of greeting, the younger man says, “One like and I will drop intro to operating systems.”

“Peter, this is a verbal conversation.”

Just Tony missing Peter while he’s in college! Cute, great dialog.

spider-shaped and dad-shaped by iron_spider

“I am,” Peter says. He tosses the pillow. “Indebted—no. Inebriated.” He winks, nodding. “Vocabulary.”

Tony narrows his eyes and marches over there, hovering above him. “Uh. Why?”

Now that he’s closer, Tony can see the bruises on Peter’s forehead, the cut across his jaw, and the new cuts slashing all over the suit.

“And you’re fucking hurt,” Tony says, his blood pressure skyrocketing. He kneels down, his knees immediately cursing him, and hauls Peter to his feet. The two of them straighten up—Peter sways and his eyes go saucer-wide and he laughs a little bit, like standing is a very new, special activity.

Cute, great banter, soft dad Tony. iron_spider is actually a champion at the funny inebriated talk, and I have another rec from the same series because it’s just funny to read. 

Metamorphosis by art_deco_deity

How Peter Parker changed Tony Stark; seen through the eyes of one Pepper Potts.

Awesome outsider POV where we can witness Tony get his Dad Skills. The sequel is awesome too!

Apartment 43B by ironfamjam

After Peter gets stabbed clean through, he knows he can't let May see. His genius plan? Sneak into his best friend's apartment and clean himself up.

The problem?

It's the wrong apartment.

Enter Tony Stark, the ex-CEO that disappeared off the face of the earth three years ago, armed with his handy little first aid kit, custom made coffee machine, and witty anecdotes.

Somehow, the breaking in becomes a habit.

Tony-in-hiding still accidentally becomes a vigilante’s mentor. Peter inadvertently brings fun (and stress) into his life. Very cool! I always like to read about low-key, mechanic Tony, and this was very well written.

Hero by lady_oneder

Time travel is fickle, and Tony is busting out his dad moves. Peter just wants to take the physics test he studied hard for.

OR

Tony, Morgan, and Peter accidentally travel back and time and meet Howard and Maria Stark

I love this one! I love to think about Tony’s early family, including a younger himself and Rhodey meeting Full On Dad Mode Tony. Like hell yeah, Jarvis! Look at your influence. 

that’s amore, squirt by floweryfran

or; five times tony proves he’s capable as a father and one time peter proves he’s a good kid, thank you very much

———

He always wants the place to look good when the kid is over. The Compound is big and white and echoing and lonely with just him and Pepper living here full time, Natasha visiting when she isn’t babysitting the illegal Captains America and checking in on Frozone, and Rhodey only here when he’s not prepping himself to be the next goddamn president of the United States. He likes it when the kid stays, he looks forward to it, and wants him to see it as a place to be comfortable, at the very least. He sleeps there two nights a week, anyway—more if he’s been stabbed or tased or something else stupid as shit and needs to be observed overnight in the medbay. It ought to be some semblance of a home.

Peter!!! and!!! Tony!!! speaking Italian together!!!! This is not a drill!!!!

where the dogs of society howl by floweryfran

It’s Morgan’s crying that wakes him, but it’s Peter’s that worries him.

The porch light is on, he sees. But rather than the one little form he expected to see, there are two. Shrouded in nighttime shadow, wrapped in layers for warmth, hunched over, the smaller cradling the larger.

or, tony really needs to start working on a damn prosthetic. one-armed cuddles are really a pain in the ass.

Post-Endgame madness activated. That is Tony’s KID, ladies, gentlemen and gentlefolk. 

i'll find you in the drift by tempestaurora

Peter worried at his lip, the hologram blue glowing all around them. “What if I mess up?”

“You’re not going to,” Tony replied, eyes on the screens again. “We drifted fine the other day. We had a great Neural Handshake and we train together daily. We’ve got this."

Peter hesitated. “We have?”

“Yes, Parker. We have.” Tony stepped back from his screen and looked over to Peter. He looked so young behind his visor, and he’s a kid he’s a kid he’s a kid ran through his mind unbidden. “We’re a team, okay? I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine."

When aliens came to Earth, they came out of the ocean, not the skies. To combat them, humans created jaegers: monstrous robots so massive they needed two pilots to control them. Ten years into the war, Rhodey is knocked out of commission, and the Iron Avenger jaeger is in need of a new pilot. Tony isn't particularly happy about Peter Parker, a sixteen year old, joining the fight by his side, but sometimes you aren't given a choice in these things.

Pacific Rim AU! Hell yes. No need to have seen the movie to understand what’s going on. The characterization is so interesting in this one! Well contextualized! They are kicking ass and taking names, and it is Cool.

Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled by madasthesea

“Um, I have a small problem over here,” Peter said without preamble when Tony picked up the call.

“How small?” Tony asked, standing from his stool, already on the way to a suit.

“Uh… about twelve inches long?” Peter’s voice trembled.

“… What?”

“I got stabbed.”

I love this one so much!!! Their relationship and the dialog is so cool!! Tony distracting Peter and cheering him up and comforting him! 

Peter Parker’s Super Secret Snack Stash by coconutknightshade 

"It's D, Peter. We talked about this."

“No it’s not, Ned. Because if it were D then I would be wrong and that would put me at a 65% already on this practice exam and we haven’t even gotten through it all. I can’t fail another history exam, Ned! This last one is worth 60% of our grade! If I fail this final then I’ll fail the class and if I fail the class then I’ll be kicked out of school-”

“You’re top of our year, Peter.” You can almost hear Ned’s eye roll as he talks over Peter.

“- and if I’m kicked out of school then I’ll be forced to live on the streets exchanging sexual favors for money and I can’t do that, Ned! I wouldn’t even know what to charge- I mean, what’s the street value of a blow job, Ned? Do you know? Because I sure as shit don’t.” At this point Ned is outright giggling over Peter’s theatrics.

---

Or in which Peter uses FRIDAY's system to have a conversation with Ned about AP History while he's sneaking into his super secret snack stash in the kitchen.

Or in which Peter's spidey senses betray him in the most embarrassing of ways.

Absolute chaos & savage Peter Parker. The best.

Is he or Is he not? by Omenthia_Arc

Five times someone thought that Peter was Tony's biological son and one time everyone thought it.

Everyone, everyone accidentally gets fooled. Very cool, a long relaxing read. 

peter wearing tony’s hoodie by killerqueenwrites

Tony’s used to his clothes going missing. His MIT hoodie doesn’t often leave his closet, though, which is why he notices its absence straight away. There’s a lifetime of safety and comfort in this old hoodie, for both of them, and that’s all Tony could ever wish to give Peter.

Another Post-Endgame soft dad feels! Banter and feeeeelings. Nice read!!

and stay out! by iron_spider

“Okay,” Peter says, and he grabs Tony’s wrist. “Okay but I’m actively escaping. At the moment. That’s what I’m doing, at the moment, and that’s what I’m doing. Right now.” He lets out a little huff. “So that’s what I’m doing.”

“Yup,” Tony says. “A bang-up job.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re really killing it.”

“I know.”

Tony is nervous, because the kid is slurring and he’s severely loopy and that can only mean drugs. Were they to keep him docile? Were they to fucking experiment on him? Tony’s not in the suit anymore so he can’t see his heart rate but he knows it’s probably skyrocketing.

The dialog in this!!!! Exquisite. It’s one from the same series that I’ve recced somewhere up there, but it deserved its own mention because it’s just that good. 

three words that became hard to say (i and love and you) by madasthesea

Tony likes giving gifts to prove his love, but they don't usually have four paws and a tail.

AKA: Tony, Peter, and a dog named Maggie learn how to be a family.

Awesome, awesome, awesome series! Probably my favorite take on the adoption trope. Realistic, with a soft, all-in-for-this-kid Tony. Genuinely one of my favorite fics out there.

 Bio Dad AUs

this is my kid by iron_spider

Pepper sighs heavily but doesn’t look away from him. “There is a woman on line one, her name is Mary Fitzpatrick—”

Tony feels like someone breaks an ice cold egg on the top of his head. Frozen yolk spearing down the back of his neck.

“—and she says she had your baby, Tony. Two days ago, she’s still in the hospital. She’s one hundred percent sure it’s yours.”

Tony stares at her.

Yeah, he’s had this happen before. It’s never panned out, always been a cash grab, and if he does have any biological kids out there, the mothers haven’t contacted him. All the ones that tried their hands were bullshitting.

But he remembers Mary Fitzpatrick.

And without picking up the call, without taking a test, without seeing the baby—he knows.

Probably my favorite bio dad au series ever. Very present May and Ben (Ben and Tony are friends! May kicks ass routinely!), Tony turned into absolute mush over baby Peter, the good stuff! Very slowburn Pepper/Tony. The series in ongoing and seeing notifs for it made me cheer aloud multiple times. 

iii. how can I hold your heart by peterstank

They are little beats, the aftershocks of his last moments in this house. She can picture him rushing from his bathroom to his closet and back again, his toothbrush hanging from his lips, his shirt untucked, maybe talking to Peter over his shoulder.

He had been here. A week ago, he had been here and he had been fine.

Now he’s just gone. All that’s left are the remnants of a busy morning, a ghost of Tom Ford cologne.

or:

tony is meant to be in afghanistan for three days. that’s all.

it takes him three months to come home.

Listen. This is the third fic of a series, but it’s the one I’m putting on the list because I think of the last scene nearly every day. It’s breathtaking and awesome and it reads like poetry. Really, really, really good.

Domestic Life Was Never Quite My Style by mainstreamelectricalparade

“Sorry, sir, but Miss Potts has been trying to reach you for fifteen minutes and overrode my Do Not Disturb setting,” JARVIS replied, at least managing to sound a little sheepish thanks to Tony's flawless programming.

“You're lucky I don't have time for a lecture,” Pepper said sternly. “I need you to come to my office right now, there's a bit of a situation.”

“Didn't I hire you to deal with those so I don't have to?”

“Not this one,” Pepper said. “There is absolutely nothing about this that you can pass off on me. Mary Fitzpatrick from our research department in New York is outside. She says she needs to talk to you.”

That didn't sound like something Tony couldn't pass off. “And?”

“She's pregnant.”

This is the first installment of one great bio dad au series. Genuinely nice and very extensive, the next fics of the series cover Peter’s early childhood. 

My father’s son by SparrowFlight246

When a mission goes wrong, Tony donates blood to Peter, because he can spare a pint and the stabbed kid quite obviously needs it more than he does.

It turns out they have more in common than just type A positive blood. Tony finds himself desperately trying to remember where he was, what he was doing, (who he was doing) sixteen, seventeen years ago.

Suddenly, he knows why Peter has always looked so familiar to him.

I love this one so much because at some point it talks about their similarities? How they have the same laugh, etc, and I just love reading about that. Fic is the first of a very good series! Awesome Rhodey in this, too.

These Small Hours Still Remain by Mogoona3000

Slowly but surely, Tony's life is nothing but a product of occurrences taking place around him, for him, to him.

But for the first time, he chooses what changes, when it changes and how it changes.

He chooses Peter.

These are the occurrences that dance around this new relationship. This is how choosing to raise Peter unfolds.

Very nice! A classic one, but there is a reason I read so much of them. Really cool! It spans on multiple years and we get to see Tony get his shit together and Pepper just adopt Peter from day one.

Rhodey Meets Peter

Decidedly dad-like behaviour by RandomRuth

“Something came up,” Tony says. “I had to make a detour on my way to our lunch meeting. I’m sorry you’re gonna miss those bacon sandwiches you like but…” Tony trails off and jerks his thumb, indicating the back seat.

Rhodey twists around and jumps. “Holy shit,” he says, just shy of shouting it.

(In which Tony is late for lunch with Rhodey and there's a good reason for it.)

(A one-shot that has turned into a one-shot series.)

I love Rhodey meet Peter fics, because he always has a lot to say about how Tony turned into a full on dad, and how surprising (or not) it is. This one is funny, and cute and nice! Awesome reading.

Wingman by sahiya 

Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.

My personal favorite Peter & Rhodey fic!! Tony takes care of a sick Peter and Rhodey tags along only to have some Realizations. The best. 

brighten up, sunshine by iron_spider

Rhodey doesn’t know what the hell to think, and Tony doesn’t give him any reason to stop as time moves on. The kid is always there, and he starts showing up at family dinners, Rhodey meets his aunt, and they actually pick him up from school a couple times when Happy gets sick. Rhodey pays close attention and no, Tony doesn’t treat any of the other interns like this, and Rhodey has to accept what his head has been trying to tell him all along. Actually, legitimately accept it. Visualize the word and link it to Tony and link it to Peter.

This is Tony’s kid.

Rhodey absolutely convinced that Peter’s Tony’s biological child, and when Tony doesn’t fess up he gets annoyed. Very cute & nice characterization.

carpool introductions by sapphire stark

“It’s - it’s nice to meet you too, Colonel Rhodes, sir. I’m Peter. Uh, Parker.”

“I heard.” Rhodey smiled. Well, teenage Tony had certainly never been this polite. “Just call me Rhodey, kid.”

“O-okay, Rhodey.” Peter’s timid smile transformed into a grin. Rhodey decided he would definitely rub that in Clint’s face the next time he claimed Rhodey wasn’t good with kids.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony interrupted from the driver’s seat. “He’s Rhodey after two minutes and you’re still calling me 'Mr Stark'?”

Very funny, kind of aloof Rhodey. Once again baffled by the soccer-dadness. 

Flour by ellyerin 

Peter is trying to make Tony a cake for his birthday.

Rhodey walks into his best friend’s kitchen to find a teenager standing on the counter.

Rhodey: “I see. Small child. Let’s bake.” Very nice read!!

Father & Son by peterparkr

Rhodey’s certain about two things. The kid is definitely Tony’s son. The kid is also Spider-Man.

OR

Rhodey meets Peter and tries to become the best uncle that he can be.

Another one where Rhodey comes to the very logical conclusion that Peter’s Tony biological child and gives appropriate advice. 

identity reveal by killerqueenwrites

The first time Rhodey meets Peter Parker, it’s barely six months after the whole shitshow in Germany and he’s checking in to make sure Tony isn’t drunk off his ass or loopy with caffeine and sleep deprivation again.

The second time he meets Peter Parker, the kid’s cooking in Tony’s kitchen like he’s been there his whole life.

The third time he meets Peter Parker, he’s bleeding out on Tony’s couch, and that’s not even the weirdest thing about this kid.

Or, five times Rhodey doesn’t figure out Spider-Man’s identity and one time he does.

A great one!!!!!

....There. I hope this can help you guys somehow! 

[psicomma-s-very-secret-lab]

#ask.1 : Shaun and Tony

(For some reason the askbox on this blog doesn't work so I guess if you've got asks about the characters you can just DM me your question and I'll do a screenshot and answer in a regular post)

@ramblingpolkadots sent me that and I gotta say it's a very interesting topic to me since the relationship between Tony and Shaun is very decisive during Blindsight.

First of all, that friendship is the most incongruous thing given the circumstances where Tony and Shaun met.

Tony is the son of Gene Nocenti, one of Chester's enemies. Blindsight begins shortly after Shaun and Ani get attacked by some guys affiliated to the Nocenti clan during a night out. Both of them manage to get out alive; Shaun got beaten, and Ani got shot in the leg, but all their opponents winded up dead or severely injured. It was the case of Silver Nocenti, Gene's youngest son and Tony's dear baby brother. He wasn't supposed to be here that night- Silver was stabbed in the face by Ani and died after a few days at the hospital.

Of course, the vendetta was de rigueur for the Nocentis, but Tony is the one to be truly upset about Silver's passing. His death ravaged him; Silver was the only good soul in that family of rascals and he most definitely did not deserve to go first. That's why avenging him becomes a personal business for Tony.

While the rest of the clan was busy pressuring Chester aka. Pluto to get him to deliver the whore that committed the offense, Tony investigated on his own and ended up finding Ani's phone, that she had lost during the infamous night of the attack.

He manages to track them down and finds the apartment where Shaun and Ani were hiding and attacks them at the moment when they least expect it. While Tony was clever enough to find Shaun and Ani on his own, he didn't have the presence of mind to tell anyone what he was up to and going solo was definitely not a good idea since the attack failed and he ends up being captured and held hostage by Shaun.

At that point, things get weird, and uncomfortable as fuck. Ani can't look at Tony in the eye because the guilt is killing her; she never meant to kill a man, she never thought she could do such a thing, it was an accident. And of course Tony can't look at Ani either because even though the sorrow and the rage are eating him from inside, he knows the moment he lays his eyes on her that yes, she's telling the truth, she didn't mean to do that, and yes, it was an accident. That girl is harmless. Worse than that; she's actually a good person, offering to take care of his wounds, bringing him food and everything. It would've been so much easier if she had been crazy, unstable, violent... But he couldn't put the blame on her. Ani's kindness even reminded Tony of Silver and he knew that killing her to avenge him would not only make him feel worse but also would be the dumbest thing to do ever.

Shaun believes that the capture of Tony will make the Nocentis change their mind and that they'd finally be willing to give up on Ani. What Shaun didn't expect is that Tony is the black sheep of the clan; as an illegitimate son of the big boss, he has a lot less value than his brothers. The negotiations go on for a few days and that's when Shaun and Tony get to know each other and realize they actually have a lot in common.

Shaun and Tony more or less have the same job. They both got blood on their hands, and they both follow the orders of a fatherly figure. They're not professionals; they're naturals- in the way that they grew up in violence, and both their families had been involved in criminal activities for generations before they were born, so they're that kind of guys who never really got the choice. They're both driven by rage, (Tony's rage is contingent though, unlike Shaun's rage which is pathological and chronic) and feel guilty for the unspeakable things they've done in the past. Also, neither of them condone violence against women.

Last thing they've got in common is boxing. Shaun started boxing when he was 13, and Tony started boxing and wrestling at 8 (the only thing that ever made his dad proud of him tbh) and believe it or not, even if he's one inch or two shorter than Shaun, and a few pounds lighter, Tony is a much better fighter than him, and by far. Which is kind of a big deal, cause Shaun is pretty much of a killing machine.

They started to bond when Tony was in the living room, handcuffed. Shaun was punching a bag in "the white room" (an empty bedroom in the apartment that Shaun more or less rearranged into an exercise room- also the place where he locks himself up when he feels the rage kicking in) the door was half open and Tony could see Shaun's reflection in the mirror so he observed him and his shadow for a while before saying something like "Your legs are slow" loud enough so that Shaun could hear. Shaun slammed the door as an answer and that was the end of the first exchange.

But yeah as time goes by and they end up having no choice but to spend time with each other (cause someone's got to keep an eye on Tony who is, after all, a hostage). Tony understands that Shaun is his brother's puppet and that he didn't even want to be involved in the conflict he had with the Nocentis in the first place. Shaun understands that Tony isn't like the rest of his family and didn't approve of the way they retaliate in general.

At some point, Tony, worn out by the captivity, begs Shaun for a cigarette. He agrees to give him a cig, Tony takes a drag, nervously.

"So what is she to you exactly, huh?"

"What?"

"Ani. She's not your girl. Or at least not really am I wrong?"

"Not your goddamn business."

"I've seen you two arguing, bantering, making out, and I've heard you fucking like cats in heat for the past four days. I'm so involved I feel violated. I think we've crossed the “not-your-goddamn-business” line honestly."

"Why do you wanna know that anyway?"

"I don't know. You do nasty things for your brother, I do nasty things for my dad. Guys like us generally aren't allowed to care that much about someone."

"You cared enough about your brother to risk your life by coming here."

"It's not the same."

"It's exactly the same."

*There's a silence, Tony finishes his cigarette*

"Silver always thought of me as a role model. I always wanted him to have a good life, cause, well, he was good. Guess I fucked up. You wanted to keep Ani away from all your shit and you fucked up too. We're both shitty at protecting people we love."

Shaun left after a minute without saying anything. He went back an hour later throwing a blanket at Tony's face and going back to the bedroom.

I've got some more ideas for them during Blindsight: like I'm pretty sure at some point, Shaun will cut Tony loose for a sparring session and Tony's gonna beat his ass and Shaun will be like 'wtf?? I'm 20 pounds heavier than you!' - also Tony learns about Shaun being bisexual and he goes like 'oh. okay. good for you, man' and it's actually the first time Shaun saw a straight guy reacting like that after learning about his bisexuality. And it's thanks to that incongruous friendship Ani doesn't end up savagely murdered at the end of Blindsight. (I'm not elaborating on that cuz I don't wanna spoil! I still hope I'll be able to finish this story one day and that it will be available for you to read! ;__;)

Tony and Shaun are probably gonna meet again after Blindsight cause, well, I like these two together. And I like to imagine Ani being falsely jealous of Tony like "Huuuh you're going to see your boyfriend! :D"

[ma-gic-gay]

A few hours (and ice cream cones) later, Donna leaves to go to the Q's to play with Wiley and Ophelia. "I finally found a dress. It took three stores and way too many dresses that fit like crap but I've found one and I'm ready for the Ball tomorrow," Carly says excitedly when she finds him in the park. "I ditched the guards hours ago."

Of course she did. He rolls his eyes. She's going to get kidnapped again or something as a part of some new competitors revenge on him and she ditches guards. The mob is not a friendly business but leave it to her to forget that, less than six months after her kidnapping and rape. Only Carly. "Stop ditching guards."

"Well I've got you to protect me," she argues, smiling. When his expression doesn't change, she relents, "Fine. I'll take the guards when I'm not with you."

"Thank you," he says. "Donna's with Wiley and Ophelia at the mansion."

"So long as Nina's not there, I'm fine with it." Not this again. "Don't roll your eyes or tell me to play nice, Jason! She wants me arrested and she's acting like Nelle wasn't a terrible person! I don't care if she's Wiley's other grandmother."

Sometimes, Carly's exhausting to deal with.

He rolls his eyes again as she rests her head on his shoulder. "You know, Joss has been complaining lately she's feeling stuck in Port Charles. Which is stupid but it reminded me that I've never taken her to Florida, or any of the kids besides Michael and now I want to. So you coming with me or am I bringing guards?"

The last time they went to Florida, Michael was barely one. It was to officially bury Virginia and it was a very bittersweet experience to see Florida for the first time and also be packing up the house of a dead woman.

"Who exactly are you bringing?" Carly cheers when he agrees to go without agreeing fully.

"Donna, clearly. And I'll bring Joss and, do you think that Ava will let me bring Avery? Michael should go too, he spends way too much time cooped up in that house or at Aurora, so him, Willow, Wiley and Ophelia. Ooh, you should bring your kids! Scout and Danny will have fun in Florida and I'm sure Jake would love it. Well, of course, that involves Elizabeth letting you take him. Maybe if we bring Cameron too- well actually, no, that won't work because him and Joss broke up a few weeks ago and it's still way too raw for her. I'd suggest we bring Dante but he broke Lulu's heart so that's a big no, I don't care if he's my children's brother. Should we bring Brando and Sasha?"

She's rambling excitedly about this trip that seems to double in size each minute and he chuckles to himself at the absurdity of it. Somehow, within five minutes, Carly's built herself an entire vacation to Florida. Complete with exactly when they should go ("The third week in June! It shouldn't be too rainy or humid yet,") and how long they should stay (a week, she's decided). This woman owns an island and insists on going to Florida for a week so her kids can see her old home.

Before he can figure out what's happening, someone has taken him hostage, his hands inexplicably behind his back and he notices that another one of the surprise humans has taken Carly hostage. Fuck. No. He can't fight this guy, somehow he's too strong. And he can't reach for his gun because he's got his hands tied behind his back! Which means she's getting kidnapped and so is he.

Of course, the same thing is happening to Carly, but the dude who grabbed her is underestimating her gravely. She's got enough sense to try and kick him in the balls (so that's why she always wears heels) before settling for a good slap or two to wherever she can reach moments before her hands are tied as well.

He's basically fucked. And so is she.

"Let me go or so help me god-" Carly threatens before they put a gag in her mouth which she does her best to spit out. Fucking hell, these people are terrible.

"Let her go," he demands, feet unrooting themselves from the ground as he desperately tries to break out of this hold.

"How sweet, he's willing to sacrifice himself for his girlfriend. Touching, truly. Not going to work, however, Morgan. Enough of the touching goodbye, you better stop fighting if you want to see her alive again," his goon threatens. This guy sounds like one of Cyrus's old guys. Cyrus is behind this. Which means-

Carly comes to the conclusion at the same time he does and spits out her gag (impressive). "You better have a damn good excuse for this."

The goons don't even bother threatening them, they just drag them apart and Jason gets dropped in the back of some truck before he gets knocked out. His last conscious thought is where the hell Carly is and where he's going.

A few hours later, he wakes up, disgusted by the surroundings he's found himself in. He's handcuffed to a chair with his legs and his hands. And there's no blonde in here with him, he realizes. At the very least, he senses that they haven't took his jacket off or phone or gun from him. "Good, you're awake." Who's voice is that? He recognizes it from somewhere.

"Where is she?" He asks instead of worrying about his own surroundings.

"Your concern for her is really quite touching, but your girlfriend is fine," the dude says again, yet another voice he remembers but can't trace.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Sure, you just sleep together, live together and act like a married couple. Oh, wait, is she your wife? That would make more sense," the voice says. Who's voice is that? It's on the tip of his mind but he can't remember.

"Very funny. We're not married. Now, tell me, where the hell is Carly?"

"Calm your tits," that's a stupid expression, "she's being well taken care of. Let yourself worry about you for a minute, please. Your relationship with her is..."

"None of your business. I need proof she's okay." Why the hell aren't his demands being met? Who is this?

"Protective, how sweet. Answer the question."

"She's my best friend," he answers calmly. "Got any more questions or do I get proof she's okay and alive?"

"You don't sleep with a best friend, Jason." Shut up, they're not labelling things and this has nothing to do with the damn kidnapping!

"And who are you to judge us?" Mouthing off to a kidnapper, great idea.

"Me? I'm just the messenger. Don't shoot the messenger."

What the fuck is this dude getting at? He's speaking in goddamn riddles of sarcasm. "Where is Carly?"

"Well, that's none of your business." This man is absolutely infuriating. He's a douche and dead the second he gets to his gun. Or, really, anything that can be used as a weapon. Maybe even a pair of handcuffs. Kill him with handcuffs, yeah, that'll work after he finds Carly's location out.

"If so much as a hair on her head is harmed-"

"Your threats are in vain, though your concern for her is adorable. Tell me, do you expect you're calling the shots here? You're not, dumbass. I am. Well, technically my boss, but you know what I mean." Infuriating.

"You lay a hand on her and-"

"Are you going to keep threatening me? You're the one tied up to a chair, not me. I can move whenever I want to, you cannot." Bile pools in his stomach at the thought of someone's hands on her, hurting her. Causing her pain. Doing what Cyrus did to her again, as often as they please because he can't save her. "But, for your information, no one's gotten handsy with her yet."

How relieving. "Keep it that way."

"You know, she keeps talking about you like you're some damn superhero. To be honest, I don't see it. You're so in sync though, she's worried one of us are going to hurt your pretty boy face."

"Careful, you don't want to show all of your cards at once," Jason teases. It's probably a bad idea but Carly's kidnapped too and he can't get out on his own dammit.

"Keep mouthing off and I'll make sure she's beaten up good. Bruised so bad it won't go away for months."

That's a damn good threat, he's got to admit.

Clearly enjoying his silence, this dude continues, "Your only chance of getting to her is playing by my rules. Then again, she's been mouthing off to us the whole time we've had her. Stubborn brat, that one is. She won't let anyone even give her food, she's just been saying that you'll save her because it's how you two work." That's his girl. He can't help but smile at the thought of her talking the ears off of a kidnapper. He might talk the dude into letting her go. "You two are adorably in sync, her fighting us using your name as though you're a hero. Tell me, what did you ever do that made her think of you as her hero?"

"I guess I've just always been there to save her," he answers. Looking the kidnapper in the eyes, he continues, "and I always will, no matter the consequences."

"Cute. Your whole hero thing is cute and I think it's adorable that you both love each other so much. She's already about to kill us if it means she'll get a single piece of information on her big hero who always saves her."

Sounds like Carly. "If that's supposed to surprise me, it doesn't. I've known her so long nothing she can do surprises me."

"And you love her enough you'll do anything for her. Touching, really. Never have I ever had the pleasure of having two hostages who are so helplessly in love with each other like you two are, yet they're apparently only friends. Tell me, is there anything you wouldn't be willing to do for her, if it meant she'd be freed?"

"No."

"Good, good to know. I think we're ready to discuss the terms of your mutual release, because she's pissing my guy off so much he's had to get a little handsy." Name, address, the whole nine yards. The second he gets them, that dude dies. "Calm down, it was only once. She won't even scar."

"The terms," he spits out in an attempt to control his anger. This is infuriating.

"In exchange for your mutual release, you will give approximately fifteen million dollars to my boss." Who the hell needs that much money? Whatever. If she's free, he'll do near anything.

"I don't have my checkbook on me right now, but I can make that deal." Donna. How is she dealing with this? He suspects he's been gone long enough now that she's been able to understand what's going on.

"Good. You will make a check for fifteen million dollars to Miss Fiona Svlankovich," the hostage holder says, handing his checkbook to him.

"Wait. This seems too easy."

"It's not, I assure you. Fiona's a bit of an evil lady, but when she says she'll set you free after you do something, you and your “best friend” will be released," he informs him. A bit of an evil lady? She's a lot more than a bit evil.

"I can't exactly sign this with my hands tied behind my back," he says calmly.

"Shit," the hostage holder mutters. "I'll uncuff one of your arms, but only because you don't have any weapons on you." Idiot. He can feel his gun in his pocket as he gets uncuffed and signs the check.

Before he can be recuffed, he pulls out his gun and fires a single bullet into the dude's leg. "Tell me where Carly is or I'll take you out right now."

"On a date or in a murderous way?"

What type of fucking question is that? "Murder. So, her location."

"Someone's horny," kidnapping dude chuckles before he gets punched. "Fine, fine. She's somewhere in this house. You figure out where, that's up to you. So, you gonna kill me now?"

"Thinking about it. You take me to exactly where she is, right now," Jason answers, gun trained at this hostage dude.

Without a witty remark, he gets led the way to Carly. Conveniently, she's screaming at that exact moment, "He will find me and you will die. I hope you look forward to death because he's been getting me out of messes for longer than you've been alive."

She's tied up in a pantry, he notes before kicking the door open. "I swear to fucking god-" she starts before noticing he's there and tearing up. "Oh thank god you're here."

Unceremoniously, her guards pull out their guns and he shoots them both before shooting his own guard, Carly yelping each time. She's not a fan of the sound of a gun going off, nor kidnapping, so he doubts this is fun for her.

He makes quick work of getting her uncuffed and she falls into him, embracing him in a tight hug and burying her face in his neck as he does the same. "I knew you'd save me," she says and he can feel her tears soaking his shirt, but it's okay. He's got extras at home (and, of course, the clothes she bought a few months ago).

"We've got to get out of here," he mutters and she pulls away, tears of joy and relief still flowing down her face.

A few minutes (and dead bodies) later, they make it out of the weird ass mansion they're stuck in. Now, of course, the big issue is how the fuck they get out of here. There's no cars he can see.

"I don't want to walk but I will," Carly says, frowning as she looks at her disgusting outfit. "I liked this outfit too."

To be continued hopefully after this headache clears up

@ryleighjosephine