#but noT me calling a bee DARLING and the whole FAMILY knowing about it . whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ratcandy]

so there's a video i sent my mom from my abroad trip wherein i am syringe-feeding a bee that's freshly emerged from the pupal stage, right. and my mom was enamored enough by that video to post it to her facebook page. right.

and that's all well and good. the whole family and my mom's friends get to see me feed a bee. cool. but then she shows me in my own video, and is giggling, and goes "oh yeah, at some point you call the bee 'darling.'"

and i just feel . the color drain from my face. like Oh God No. and then I hear it in the video. me ever-so-sweetly going "there you go, darling" to this bee.

Now all of my mom's facebook friends know I call bugs pet names. and i just have to live with that knowledge

[capnjaket]

The Opposite of Lost - Chapter Four

a/n: Hi! Sorry for not updating! Chapter five will be here shortly :) I also apologise for the slow-burn hehe

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female OC

Warning: Domestic abuse talk, loss of family/loved ones.

Word Count: 2k

Chapter Four

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

On Wednesday night that next week was our senior parent information night, basically a pep-talk to the students and parents about study and working hard for our last year of school. Mom, of course, wanted to go and dragged Jake and I along with her.

When we walked into the auditorium late, it wasn’t much of a surprise. So we quickly sat down on the end of one of the rows in the dark. I scanned the room and spotted Rosemary sitting alone in the back corner of the seats. She saw me and we exchanged a quick wave before going back to listening to whatever the teacher had to say. The whole thing dragged on so much that my mother even started whispering to us and badmouthing the speakers. By the time it was all said and done it was dark out, and I called Rosemary over as we exited the hall.

“You must be the Rosemary Josh tells me so much about.” Mom called to her as she approached.

“Nice to meet you Mrs Kiszka,” Rosemary gave a curt wave.

“Karen, please darling.” Mom said as Rosemary smiled kindly in response.

“Hi Rosemary.” I stepped in front of Mom to finally talk to my friend.

“Hi Joshua.” She giggled.

“That was long, hey.” I said.

“I thought my ears were going to fall off!” She groaned in response.

“If I didn’t care about looking rude I would’ve taken the boys back home, wasn’t it awful?” Mom joined in on our ranting. “Where are your parents tonight?” She looked around with small concern.

“They couldn’t make it. Just me.” Rosemary’s demeanour shifted at the mention of her parents, but she hid it really well in front of my Mom.

“Well you’ll have to tell them they didn’t miss much.” She light heartedly exclaimed, “Shame, I did want to meet your mother, just let her know she’s always welcome round for dinner, you are too of course.” Mom patted Rosemary on the shoulder.

I watched Rosemary take a deep breath, looking back at Mom for a slight second and quietly respond “Thank you.”, turning to me and Jake. “See you tomorrow, Joshua, Jake. Pleased to meet you, Karen.”

“Lovely to finally meet you darling.”

Things got busy, yet seemingly settled for a while after that. Rosemary and I would meet up almost every Sunday at the national park, and we’d reached a routine. I’d pull into the parking lot, she’d be already there. I’d ask her where we were going and she’d tell me something different every time. It was always, “We’re meeting Thomas,” or, “Remember Bert?” Then we’d set off, not talking much until we reached our destination. I’d pull out two sandwiches, a honey sandwich for her and PB&J for me. I found out she loved honey after I brought one and she went on a tangent about the bees, and how she ‘admired them for their hard work, and their beautiful, delicious creation,’ and how honey comes from the ‘most beautiful of places – the middle of a flower,’.

Then we would sit and eat our sandwiches while we admired the view. We would talk for a while, and then turn back and go home. I wanted every single day to be like that. I was enamoured by her, the way she gracefully explained the world around her, the way her entire body glowed amongst the woods.

But nothing ever happened between us. It felt like we were friends, and I didn’t want to be friends. I wanted to be something better, but every time I went to complement her, I would either get too nervous and back out, or she would seem kind of uncomfortable. It always made her blush, but then she’d drop the happiness and dismiss the comment. I guess after enough times it sent the message. She just wanted to be friends. So what we had would have to be enough for me.

At school, things were going pretty well too. She’d finally opened up a bit more with us, laughing harder without fear of judgement, giving us snippets of stories of her past. But it still was a very touchy subject. Anything too personal, any question about her family, her past; she would shut down. But everyone seemed to figure that out quick, and no-one pushed it. Not even me, when we were alone in the woods, soaking in small patches of sun breaching the canopy, talking about everything on our minds, I held back my questions. I could see it pained her when it was brought up, and who was I to hurt her? So I didn’t. I never saw a scratch on her after the night I picked her up, either. 

By September, we had a few proper gigs lined up for the band, and so we were practising just about every waking minute we weren’t at school. It was a Friday when we asked the group to come along to our practise, give us some feedback, or encouragement. We were snugly fit in the basement, Jita and Rosemary cross-legged on the couch while Zach and Lilah laid out on the floor with their backs against the sofa. It felt warm, a haze of smoke filling the room as the warm light of our lamps and fairy lights cast dim light across us all. The weather was starting to really cool down, and Rosemary had on a huge knit sweater over a black skirt and stockings. The boys and I still donned t-shirts over our pants, performing never failing to make us hot.

We played much more polished versions of our originals this time, and we were feeling very proud, I was especially happy now that the lyrics for Safari Song and Black Smoke Rising were really down pat. Everyone loved it, bopping and sillily dancing in their chairs to our beats. At one point Jake put the guitar behind his head and started playing a solo. Show off. Everyone clapped and erupted in shocked laughter while Jita looked entranced. I saw Rosemary elbow her in the ribs to stop her from gawking. We were just about worn out when Mom came down the stairs to request a song.

“Sounds great boys, thankfully it’s the right volume from upstairs I’m not bursting an eardrum up there like you all must be down here.” Everyone chuckled while Sam and Jake both booed. “Will you play my favourite while I finish up dinner? And don’t you get hurt throwing yourself around like that Jacob!” Everyone laughed at her harmless scolding as Jake went a bit red.

“Yes Mama.” I said waving her goodbye as she ascended the steps. I nodded to Jake, and he started the intro of ‘The Music is You’ by John Denver.

Everyone swayed as I sang, and I got lost in the words, letting my eyes fall shut as I felt the hum of the room around me. It was heaven. I looked up at the last note to see all but one person smiling back at me. Rosemary. Her eyes were completely glassy filled with tears threatening to join the waterfall already taking place along her perfect cheeks. She was looking down, clearly not ready to face anyone. I caught her eye as Jake finished the outro, and she quickly wiped her face off. 

“Dinner!” Mom yelled out as the guys unplugged everything, heading upstairs with the group. Rosemary and I lingered around until everyone had left, and I pulled her into a tight hug.

“Everything okay?” I whispered.

“Yeah, it’s just a beautiful song. Sorry I-I didn’t mean to get upset like this, I just… y-you don’t know what that means to me Joshua, Thank you.” She hiccupped into her hands as my arms surrounded her.

“It’s okay, that’s the magic of old Johnny D huh? Makes me feel things I can’t even explain.” I laughed into her shoulder.

That Sunday we met up once again at the national park. It was mid-afternoon, as Rosemary had a late shift at the diner on Saturday, and the warm afternoon sun was working wonders after a week of cold weather. We sat at the edge of the river, back in the place we met at the end of the summer break. While we chatted about our class projects and annoying teachers, I could tell there was something eating at Rosemary’s mind.

“Something on your mind Rosemary? You’re doing an awful lot of staring into the water today.”

“Sorry, I just…” she did that thing she does sometimes, taking a deep breath, letting the moment sit. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize? For what?”

“I’m sorry for being so… quiet about my past, my personal life. You have been so forgiving and welcoming to me and I wish I could do the same for you, I just… I have to work up to it, you know? It’s quite hard for me.”

“I would wait forever, Rosemary. You don’t owe me anything. I love hanging out with you, and I don’t want our friendship to get hurt by me pushing you.”

“I understand that, and I thank you. I just don’t want to lie anymore.”

“You are safe with me. I promise. You don’t have to tell me anything, today, tomorrow, ever. As long as you’re safe and I can look after you. You’re my best friend. And I’m not saying that because I want to get anything out of you.”

“Josh… thank you.” She leant down and splashed some water into her face. “Brrr okay. Ask something. I’m not good at this.”

“You sure?”

“Go ahead. I need to let something out. It’s killing me.”

“Why do you have to stay with your uncle if he’s hurting you?” Her eyes blew wide, a huge breath escaping her.

“Right okay straight into it.”

“I can ask something else… I don’t care at all.”

“No it is okay. I need this.” She collected her thoughts and continued on “He’s all that I have left. My parents are long gone, and he’s obviously not the best but, he’s okay most of the time. Sometimes he drinks – that’s when there’s an issue, but he has been good again for a while, and I know he’s done with that stuff now.” She pauses to reassure me that she’s ‘okay’ for the moment. “He uh, never had anything to do with me, we never really met until I came here, so he has reason to be upset, you know, he didn’t ask for this.”

“You didn’t ask for it either.”

“I know, but it’s okay. It was a long time coming for me, and I think I’m mostly healed. Once I’m eighteen I’m out of his house anyway.” Whatever it was was where the real wound lay.

“Well, you can always come live with us.”

“And deal with Sam’s ass all the time? Hell no.”

“Yeah, well imagine how I feel.” I think we both had to sit and think for a minute after that. She’d just told me a whole lot about her family. Her parents were ‘long gone’ so she probably didn’t want my empathy, even though I was dripping with it. She was leaving soon. Hopefully not away from Frankenmuth? Now wasn’t the time to ask every possible thing right? 

I turned to her and noticed her breathing heavy again; replaying the information she just finally spilled over and over in her head. She was ever so slightly biting the inside of her cheek. She must have been trying to reassure herself that she did the right thing. Rosemary finally looked up at me, both our eyes glassy as I opened up for her to hug me. She clung so tight. It made up for all the words I left unsaid. I don’t know how long that hug went on.

“So your uncle, did he teach you all this orienteering, hiking stuff?” I said, releasing her.

“No it was my grandfather, I grew up with him and my Grandmother on some property.” Her eyes slightly lit back up as she focused on her answer, and she quickly dabbed at her eyes with the sides of her index fingers.

“With Winnie and Pepper?” I turned up the side of my lips.

“With Winnie and Pepper.” She smiled, finally.

[imnotwolverine]

Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Dad!Fics

DAD!FICS - Henry and his characters with kids, wanting kids, making kids. That’s it. That’s this list. 

Author’s note: My sincere apologies for how crazy long this list has gotten 😂 It’s like the whole fandom is agreeing on one thing: this man needs a baby ASAP. Also, thank you dear @littlefreya for your ever wonderful suggestions! 

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With Henry

Single dad Henry is trying to figure out a hair tutorial to please his 4-year old, and it’s the most adorable thing ever. With Flowers In Her Hair by @wanna-do-bad-things 

Single dad Henry kinda hittin’ on da nanny? Picture Perfect by @fun-with-jane is a short fic series that’ll get you kinda hot, and kinda bothered (the slow burn..ARGH) 

Getting you pregnant is, apparently, a very VERY exact science including honey-wine-&-cookies.. baby. Freyja Dag by @geek-eat-repeat

And don’t forget about timing! THE TIMING! Let’s Make One Of Our Own is the sweaty hot smut you might just crave (am I the only one ovulating right now?), fic by @littlefreya. 

Sometimes it’s also just a situation of super sperm, followed by an “oopsie baby”. And when two bullheaded fuckbuddies-to-be-parents are involved, things can get pretty ..engaging: The Rules Of Engagement by @ladyreapermc (multi-chapter). 

Or perhaps it’s a situation of Henry and his untameable Hunger, by @littlefreya (yes, it’s breeeeding smut my lassies -- again, forgive me for I am thirsty) 

Pregnancy ain’t always sunshine and rainbows. There’s also a lot of change and self-doubt. But that’s nothing some coconut oil and love can’t fix, in Two Months by @littlefreya

There’s a lotttt of first times with having children, which in turn will probably give quite a few heart Flutters for poor protective dad Henry. By @littlefreya

And he’s not just protective, he’s also pretty observant. This Cute Little Drabble makes you wonder when you last bought tampons... by @toomanystoriessolittletime​

Newborns? They can be a little fussy. But again, daddy bear is here to fix it! Everything I Ever Wanted by @fuckoffbard

With the brood expanding, it’s getting a little difficult to garner the ever-craved attention of momma bear in This Is War by @cruelfvkingsummer

And when mom isn’t home? Well..the question arises what happened to all the cookies.. Daddy’s day by @angrythingstarlight

Okay, one more by @angrythingstarlight because I couldn’t choose: Baby Talk

And Henry’ll learn soon enough that changing your facial hair should go with a disclaimer. Especially when toddlers are involved. Daddy Who? by @viking-raider

And facial hair also reminds me of this fic; Domestic Life by @writernerd23 (-> “Your face is scratchy, Daddy.” <- CUTE)

The Accidental Family by me. A domestic sad-fluffy short series about memory loss -- After a motorcycle accident, Henry suddenly finds himself living the life he always dreamed of. There’s only one small hitch; he can’t remember how he got here.

And to carry on with the more sad fluff-stuff. How would Henry deal with the less rosy parts of trying to have children - like miscarriage? Negative is a beautiful fic that got me balling my eyes out and you should definitely read it if you’re in the need for some sad, sad fluff. By @oddduckthatgirl​

Perhaps things didn’t quite go as planned - whatever the plan was. This sad-to-fluff fic brings you on the rollercoaster of extremely sad to fuzzy warm and happy. Better Off by @toomanystoriessolittletime​

More tear-jerkers? 😭Falling Again by @deathonyourtongue follows struggling AU dad!Henry as bills keep piling and the loss of his wife haunts his every waking moment. 

Back to the fun stuff - *chants* Rugby dad! Rugby dad! I couldn’t pick just one from the extensive list of rugby dad Henry fics by @hlkwrites and @achaoticaugust - let’s be honest; this should be a genre on its own, so here’s a few: 

Henry Cavill, The Rugby Dad Part 2 (smut, daddy kink) I laughed perhaps a tad too loud at the drunk make-out session on the front lawn - here’s some short sexy rugby dad Henry drabbles. 

 A Rugby Dad’s Guide To Injury Time  (smut) I just love smut when it slow, sensual and JUST a tiny bit awkward because you’re on the couch and someone’s leg is in a cast 😜

A Rugby Dad’s Guide To The Off Season (smut) And after the hard toil of keeping a family up and running, it might just be time for a hot (tub) little break 

With Sy

A few short, golden moments in becoming first-time parents with Sy - including skin-to-skin daddy cuddles - what else do you want? Evermore by @hauntedelation is a fluffy fic that gets me all kinds of fuzzy inside.

Talking “short” golden moments..this one includes one short reader, a coffee mug and one teasing oaf-of-a-bear Syverson. (smut) Of Short Girls And High Shelves by my fellow Lisa, also known as @killjoy-assbutt-1112 (hi girl!) 

Cankles, have never been so hot a subject to talk about as they are in this lovely fic by @crimsonrae: Cigarettes and Morning Breath 

And before you know it, you have a whole brood. Will that stop Sy? Meh..probably not. Fourth Time’s The Charm by @cruelfvkingsummer

And once he HAS a daughter? Woof! Dad Syverson is probably just a LITTLE bit too overprotective. But that’s nothing a daughter-dad weekend can’t fix. Daddy Syverson by @connieisland​

Imagine this: one big chunky Captain Syverson and one tiny, tiny babygirl cradled in his arms. Are you melting yet? Siobhán is just the cutest little fic, by @littlefreya

We really want Sy to get a daughter huh? And that’ll be particularly funny when daughter sweet becomes old enough for Prom Night -- we’ll be back with overprotective daddy Sy who is ever stubborn, but also ever sweet. By @littlefreya

Onto the holidays: Santa brings back home a 5-year old’s one true wish in Santa Letter Wish by @lovelycavills 

And sometimes? You wish the babe would wait JUST a few days before getting born. Christmas, Baby by @its--fandom--darling

Now. To finish off the Sy vibes; are you perhaps in the need of one heck of a good series? Willow Run is one of the first series I read here on Tumblr and it is SO GOOD. I won’t blab and just let you read ❤️ you won’t regret it. By @deathonyourtongue

With Geralt

Geralt, Destiny, one stubborn girl and the Law of Surprise - it’s a recipe for great adventures and funny grumpy dad!Geralt moments. This wonderful multichap fic A Soldier’s Daughter is written by @viking-raider​ 

I know it’s canonically impossible for a Witcher to get anyone pregnant (due to the Trial of the Grasses). But you know..if ..and when..and maybe..then: A Gentle Soul by @killjoy-assbutt-1112

With Marshall

Some mild roleplaying, rough smutiness and unexpected news make this love-making sesh a wild-wild ride. Heart Of Darkness by @littlefreya

Sleepless is a wonderful multichap fic with Marshall x single!mom reader. @feralrunaway gives you awkward barbecue chat and protective Marshall being ever protective. There’s no masterlist, so here’s (I think) all the chapters: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Can you imagine big hunky chunk Marshall being worried when you get all teared up with emotion? Baby Blues gives you allll the cute caring dad!Marshall you need. By @the-soot-sprite

With August

A child born out of love and chaos, is all August craves when he comes back home. Mother Of Murder by @littlefreya​ (smut) 

Bad guys, accidental babies and *BOOM* suddenly it’s not just you who calls August “daddy” ((pun intended here, please don’t hate me 😂)) Surprise, surprise.. by @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

And once such that surprise happens, August knows one thing for sure: he’d burn the whole world to a crisp if anything was to happen to you and his unborn child. In this Imagine by @littlefreya

With Napoleon

Sobs, cries and accidentally getting pregnant by spies ((the puns are getting worse, I swear I’ll show myself out in a bit)). On a serious note though: this multi-chapter is an angsty rollercoaster with a tinge of fluff by @coloraturadiva - A Mistake 

With Sherlock

Dad!Sherlock fics are surprisingly hard to find, but here’s one: Promises by @zodiyack is a bit of a modern interpretation of a Victorian household, and it sure as hell is delightful!  

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WEW! That was a LONG list - wonderful work dear fic writers! And, as ever; if you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! ❤️

( Fan art by me 😊)

[chaoticpuff17]

Suga, We’re Going Down

part 15

masterlist

Hello, my darlings! Here’s an update for you! I’m off to work on the next part of WTCAD! and just a reminder that @chimchimsauce​ released her new book this week. Don’t forget to check it out, you can find the link in on her page. love you all!--- chaotic puff

If anyone at Jin hit Entertainment had been asked if Min Yoongi was a family man, they would have said no. Min Yoongi was a terror, a quiet one but a terror none-the-less. He was focused, driven, extremely talented, and a famous grouch. A family man was not a description anyone would have associated with him, and yet Kim Seokjin was looking at a nervous manager who was bringing forward some odd requests that the famous rapper had made. The requests included the acquisition of an apartment building and to bring him listings for modernized hanok houses in Seoul. To make this odd business even more strange, Yoongi had asked that they look into primary schools as well. Jin could understand why the poor man was confused and concerned. It was very unlike Yoongi, which was why the young CEO was on his way to talk to the artist 

The problem was to talk to the artist, he had to interrupt dance practice for the new mv, and something about interrupting Yoongi while he was holding a sword was extremely unappealing, but it had to be done. Someone had to ask about the odd requests. Jin was sure that there was some sort of perfectly reasonable explanation, and then they could all move on with their lives. 

“Hey, Yoongi!” Jin called walking into the practice room, only to be met with a dark glare from the man who was quite literally holding a sword. 

“What?” he growled incredibly displeased by the interruption. 

He was moving Y/N into her new apartment today, and Yoongi wanted to be there to help her get settled. She had insisted on doing all of the packing herself, and he knew she was back from classes already and probably hard at work packing up her small apartment. He trusted Jackson with her. He knew he would help her pack up, but that didn’t change the fact that he wanted to be the one to help her. He wanted to finish practice and get out of there as quickly as possible. If he couldn’t help her pack up the old apartment, he could still help her settle into the new one. And flowers, he was going to bring her flowers. She would enjoy that. But Jin wasn’t helping any of these plans come together any faster with his interruptions. 

“Can I talk to you for a sec?”

“No.” Yoongi grunted, brushing back his hair as he glared at his hyung. 

“It’ll just take a minute.” Jin continued on cheerily even though Yoongi was giving him a look that would have sent anyone else cowering. Yoongi sighed, setting the sword aside and going to get a drink of water as he waited for Jin to get to the point. “So one of the managers came to me saying you’d been making some odd requests.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Just wanted to make sure that everything was okay. It’s not like you to buy an apartment building, and you’re looking for a house, schools? What’s going on, Yoongi?” 

“She has a kid.” Yoongi grunted, flopping down onto the floor for a break while Jin stared at him as though he’d suddenly grown a second head. 

“Who has a what now?” 

“Y/N, she has a kid.” he repeated. “Toddler. Cute little bugger.” 

“She has… a child?” Jin repeated pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration as he tried to take in the new information. “Did you know about the kid?” 

“Found out on Saturday.” the other man shrugged, seeming remarkably unbothered especially considering the magnitude of what he’d just said. 

“And you’re buying a whole apartment building and a house because?” 

“Kid’s dad is harassing her.” 

“Okay?” Jin didn’t want to push too hard, but getting information out of the rapper could be like pulling teeth. 

“She needs a safe place to go, her and the kid.” 

“So you bought an apartment building?” Yoongi nodded. “Then what’s the house for?” 

“House is for her and the kid.”

“You said the apartment was for them.” 

“House is for all of us. Eventually.” 

Jin was dumbstruck as the implication of those words hit him with full force. Min Yoongi, the surliest son of a bitch he knew, had a family. He’d taken a sugar baby, and suddenly he had a whole family. He’d accepted another man’s child to the point he was planning a future around the kid and his mom. 

“That’s…” 

“It’s not hers.” Yoongi grunted seeing the older man’s head about to burst. “Not biologically. It’s her nephew, but he’s hers now.”

That made a little more sense to Jin. “And the birth dad is harassing them?” 

“Showed up at the park by her house without notice. Really freaked her out.” 

“She didn’t tell you about the kid?” Jin asked, sliding down next to Yoongi. He needed to sit if he was going to have this conversation. 

“She took the job to take care of him. Her family’s not in a good way.” Yoongi explained, taking another drink of water. “She was trying to protect the kid.” 

“And you’re okay with this?” 

Yoongi shrugged, thinking fondly on his angel and their kid. “She’s a good mom, and he’s a good kid.” 

Jin nodded along, still trying to wrap his mind around this. “And the kid actually likes you?” 

Yoongi scoffed, but a small smile tugged at his lips. As soon as the kid had decided that he was fine, the kid had been absolutely fascinated by him. It was painfully clear to both him and Y/N that the kid didn’t have a lot of men in his life. That was fine though. He had Yoongi now.

 “Why wouldn’t he like me?” 

“Cause you’re a grump?” Jin suggested, playfully bumping the other man’s shoulder. “Got a picture.” 

Yoongi looked at him in surprise, but he grabbed his phone pulling up a picture of Y/N and Eun Jae he had snapped on Sunday afternoon when the pair had fallen asleep on the couch for an afternoon nap after Eun Jae had run them both ragged around the penthouse playing princesses and dragons all afternoon. Eun Jae had been the brave night protecting the princess, and Yoongi had been made to be the dragon trying to steal Y/N away from her protector. Eventually the little guy had worn himself out, and the family had settled on the couch for a snack and an afternoon cartoon, before both mother and son had drifted off. Yoongi hadn’t been able to resist snapping a picture of his small family. 

“He’s a cute kid.” Jin smiled, handing the phone back to him. It was odd to see Yoongi with a family, but even if the indicators were subtle, Yoongi seemed happy. 

“Yeah.” Yoongi agreed. “He looks like his mom.” 

“So the house and looking at schools and everything, it’s all for them?”  Yoongi nodded. “Alright then.” Jin clapped, nodding resolutely. “That clears things up. When do they move into the apartment? And when do the guys and I get to meet the little guy?” 

“Y/N moves into the new apartment today. Eun Jae is going to be with her grandmother till Friday, and you idiots don’t get to meet him.” 

“What!” Jin squawked , highly offended. “Why not? We’d be awesome uncles!”

Yoongi growled under his breath. “She’s skittish about the kid, and I won’t have you idiots freaking her out.” 

“Freak her out! How could I freak her out? I’m world wide handsome, you know? And I’m great with kids!”

“Not the point, Jin.” 

“I wouldn’t freak her out!”

“She has every right to be skittish, and I get more time with my kid before you idiots start crowding in.” He huffed, bopping the other man over the head with the empty water bottle. 

“Alright, alright.” The CEO surrendered. “Congrats, man. You seem happy.” 

“I am.” 

“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off. Go help your girl get set up in that fancy building you bought for her.” 

Yoongi nodded gratefully as the older man got up from the floor complaining about old bones. He was more than ready to get out of JinHit and go see his angel. He had all sorts of surprises ready for her at the new place, some he could show her and some he couldn’t.

He had the apartment furnished for her, getting some better quality appliances and furnishings for her. His family could only have the best after all. He’d even had the kitchen stocked in preparation for the move. He’d gotten a bunch of new toys and things for the kid too.

 Those were all things that he was excited to show her, but he knew better than to tell her that he owned the building, or that he had her entire security team living in the building as well. He knew what she’d say about that. She’d argue that it was too much, that it was unneeded, but he didn’t want to take any chances with her safety or Eun Jae’s. He even had a guard keeping an eye on the kid while he was at the grandmother’s. She’d certainly have something to say about that, but she didn’t need to worry over that. Their safety was his concern now, and he’d do whatever it took to protect his angel and their kid. 

With Jin letting him leave early, Yoongi was more than ready to go see his angel. He needed a shower first, but then he was free to go help her settle in. A quick text from Jackson had told him that she was already at the new building. A text from one of the bodyguards he’d hired to look after her had told him that Kim Taehyung had also been trying to keep an eye on her- trying and failing. Yoongi wasn’t about to let him get close to his family, especially not when his relationship with his kid was still so fragile. He hadn’t even known there was a kid in the equation till a few days ago, and he didn’t need the sperm donor showing up and confusing Eun Jae on who his father was.  For now, the little boy was safe with his grandmother, who Yoongi had been reliably told was a battle axe of a woman who wouldn’t be letting any strangers or anyone from the Kim family anywhere near that little boy. 

Yoongi got to the apartment to find Y/N preoccupied stringing up a set of bumble bee lights around the living room. He’d ordered a ton of stuff for the apartment, all things that he thought would be warm and comforting for her and the kid. It was colorful and bright, and ten times better than her old apartment. It had enough space for Eun Jae to play and for Y/N to do her schoolwork all while being within the safety of a building that Yoongi owned and staffed. The front desk had been given Taehyung’s photo with strict instructions not to allow him into the building. He wasn’t getting near either of them so long as Yoongi had anything to say about it. 

“Miss, you should really let me.” Jackson fretted hovering around Y/N as she put the lights up, making sure she didn’t fall. 

“I’m fine, Jackson.” she rolled her eyes. “I am perfectly capable of  putting up some lights.” 

“You could fall!” Guessing from the harried voice of his employee, Yoongi could guess that this wasn’t the first time that Y/N had refused to let him help today. 

“I let you put up the paintings!” 

“The paintings were already here when you got here!” 

“Eh.” she shrugged. “Someone who wasn’t me put them up.” 

“Babe,” Yoongi called, startling both of them and accidentally causing her to lose her balance on the sofa as she spun around, but Jackson was quick to catch her and equally quick to set her down again and excuse himself. 

“I wasn’t expecting you.” she muttered, shuffling from foot to foot. 

“Wanted to help you move in.” he smiled, stepping forward to place a quick, soft kiss to her forehead. “How do you like the place?”

“It’s too much. We really didn’t need something this…” 

“You did.”  he cut her off, holding out the bouquet of hydrangeas. 

“They’re lovely.” she smiled, a little tiredly, but it had been a busy day for her. “Let me get these in some water. I assume that’s what the vases are for?” He smirked following after her as she moved around the apartment. “You didn’t have to furnish it. You’ve already done so much for us, more than what we agreed upon.” 

“I wanted to,” he shrugged. “Besides, we need to renegotiate the terms of the contract anyway.” 

She turned to him with wide eyes, clearly nervous by the thought of renegotiations. “Nothing bad. Eun Jae puts a new light on things. I want to make sure that you and he have everything you need, give you both some more security.” he assured her. 

“You’ve already…”

“It’s not up for discussion, angel.” her mouth clicked shut immediately as she nodded. “Don’t look so grim, babe.” he laughed, tipping her chin up. “It’s just a few little things to take Eun Jae into account.” 

“He likes you.” she sighed, letting her sling an arm over her shoulder and steer her back towards the sofa and the half hung string of lights. “There’s not a lot of people that run around with him like that.” 

A swell of pride rose up in his chest at that. “I like him. He’s a good kid.”

“It’s nothing major right? The changes to the contract?” 

“No.” he pressed a kiss to her messy hair. “Nothing major.” It was just a few things to ensure their future, nothing she needed to worry about right now.

“Thank you again, for everything.” she sighed, sinking into the sofa and curling slightly into his side. 

He hummed, tugging her in a little closer. It was cute how she thought that this was big. It was nothing in the grand scheme of things. This was just the beginning for them, and this little apartment was no place for them to raise a growing family. 

“Anything for you.” 

part 16

[not-the-teen-witch]

Daddy Issues Lucius Malfoy x Daughter! Reader

Tiktok has done its magic and my obsession with Lucius Malfoy has sparked. Or it might just be my daddy issues acting up again, who know lol. Anyways, reader is Draco’s twin, a Gryffindor, and is basically the Sirius Black of the Malfoy family. She/her pronouns used. No warnings. Though you should know this is my first fanfic after going MIA on Wattpad and Quotev for a few years whoopsies.

Takes place over the course of first year. Listen to “Daddy Issues” by the Neighbourhood while reading to set the mood. 

I might make this into a multiple part story. But not follow the scenes strictly, just random drabbles here and there?? Idk, hopefully this won’t flop lol.

Daddy Issues

You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“Now, Y/N. Just like your brother did it. Just run straight through that brick wall, and you’ve made.” Your mother, Narcissa, says gently patting you on the back to motivate you.

You bit your lips to hide your nerves. Straight through it, huh? Oh, merlin. What if it decides I’m not good enough for it. I’ll surely make a fool out of myself. 

You grip tightly around your trolley, “Are you sur-”

“We don’t have all day now, darling. The train leaves at eleven, sharp. Enough twisting with your thumbs and get a move on.” Your father cuts you off. 

You grimace. Your relationship with your father, the oh so great Lucius Malfoy, wasn’t the best, at least at the moment. Don’t get it wrong, you’re his precious baby girl, the absolute apple of his eye, but you have a few, in his words, tweaks in your personality that his purist mindset just did not share.  

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues And I do too

It began when you received your Hogwarts letter on your 11th birthday earlier that summer.

“Dad! I got my letter!” You say, racing down the steps of the Malfoy Manner to see your father.

He replies from his study room with a, “Don’t run, you’ll fall, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, always so overprotective. When you reach him you wave the letter in front of him, “Look! I finally got it!”

He stops reading his book and looks up, all while shifting from his area on the velvet green armchair to make room for you. You immediately take a seat in the small space. 

“Let’s see what we have here now, shall?” You nod your head at him as he opens the letter. “Ah yes, Hogwarts. Truly shocking how they want someone with the likes of you on their grounds.”

He has a twinkly in his eye when he says this. You know he’s joking though, that’s just the interactions between you two. 

You grab his face with your hands to get his attention, “Are you going to miss me?”

“Miss you? My own and only daughter who wakes up every morning with a mission to have my hair turn grey early. Miss you, you say?”

“Dad,” you groan.

He hides a smirk, “Happy birthday, my dear. You’ll make a wonderful Slytherin and teach those mudbloods who’s in charge.” 

About that..... “Dad, no.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Stop that, don’t call them mudbloods. And what makes you so sure I’ll be put in Slytherin?”

“Ha,” he lets out a bark of laughter. “There’s never been a Malfoy that fit in any other house. That’s absurd.” 

I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun The shame always comes at the worst time

You look down.

“Y/N.” You look back at your father. 

His grey eyes that mirror yours perfectly, look at you coldly “Don’t bring shame to the Malfoy family. Remember that.” 

You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“Make me proud.” Your father says, right before you enter the train. 

He flashes you one of his rare, genuine smiles and kisses you on the forehead. 

You heard him, Y/N. Make father proud. 

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you

You find the first empty compartment you see on the train. Your brother already went off with some of the other pureblood children. And you’re not exactly fond of them. 

There’s a boy with glasses and another with red hair when you enter. 

“Ehm, hi...” You awkwardly say. 

The boy with glasses smiles at you. “Hi there.” 

“Would it be alright if I sat here?” 

“Sure, take a seat.” 

I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues

You learn the two boys you sat with were Harry Potter and a Weasley named Ron. They were charming, although you were sure your father would disagree. Luckily you didn’t tell them your last name. Who knows what outburst that’d cause from the redhead. 

You stand next to them as students get called up to get sorted.

Your stomach feels like it’s being shaken by mountain trolls and you try to control your breathing.

“GRYFFINDOR”

“RAVENCLAW” 

“HUFFLEPUFF” 

The sorting hat continues to call out the names of the houses as the students go up, one by one. 

Your twin gets called. 

Just as Draco takes a seat, the hat doesn’t even touch his head when it yells-

“SLYTHERIN” 

Draco has a look of pride on his face. Typical. 

“As expected,” mutters Ron to you and Harry. 

“Y/N Malfoy” 

Oh dear. Your turn.

“ -wait you’re his twin?” Harry look sat you confused.

You see your twin brother flash you a thumbs up.

You ignore them both and step forward. 

“Another Malfoy I see. But you’re more interesting than the rest. Unexpected. Ambitious? Yes, very much so but there’s also bravery. Lots of it too.” The sorting hat says.

No! You’re yelling in your head. Bravery? That’s Gryffindor. Please no. Father would disown me. 

“Slytherin then? No, no no. Tell daddy he’s in for a surprise because Slytherin not fit for you. You fit in-” 

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat exclaims.

The whole hall murmurs. “A Malfoy? Not in Slytherin?” “Gryffindor? Merlin, someone alert the Daily Prophet.” 

You get nudged towards the Gryffindor table, slowly you make your way.

 You hear a voice, “Well Fred, you know what this means.”

“I sure do, George.”

“WE GOT A MALFOY! WE GOT A MALFOY!” They chant and slowly the rest of the table begins to cheer loudly. The Slytherin’s table watches in awe. 

Your brother refuses to make eye contact with you. Your stomach drop at that.

I keep on tryin' to let you go I'm dyin' to let you know How I'm getting on I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead, it hurts This time, I gotta know Where did my daddy go?

“First years! Follow me!” 

You begin to line up with the other first years. You stand near Ron and Harry. Ron gives you a suspicious look.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out. “I should have told you I’m a Malfoy.”

“You really shou-” Ron begins to say.

“No, it’s alright.” Says Harry. “You had your reasonings. Besides the point” he give Ron a sharp look, “You’re in Gryffindor now, that’s all that matters.”

“All that matters?” Uh oh, it’s your brother. “Wait until father hears about this. He’ll be mortified. You can kiss your spot on the family tree goodbye Y/N.” He looks disgusted at you.

“Leave her alone!” A first year girl with puffy hair and large teeth says. 

“And what are you going to do about it, mudblood.”

That sits off a rage off anger in you. 

“Oh shut it you prick!” Your brother looks at you, shocked. “I’ve had enough with your bigotry. Go ahead, tell father. We all know how much you want to be his favorite child, you kiss up!” You let out a angry sigh at that. 

“Well then, keep an eye out for a letter tomorrow morning by him. How does a Howler sound?” 

The girl with the puffy hair grabs your arm. “Come on”

“You know, I think you and I will get along just great.” 

I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared

It had been a few days since the sorting ceremony. Classes were already in full swing. 

You became very close friends with Hermione Granger, the girl who helped you out when your brother was acting like a complete, wild ferret. However, you and her got along quite well. You two had similar interests and were very dedicated in your classes. Granted you knew a bit more than her since you were taught were carefully by your father.

Speaking of father, you haven’t heard from him yet. But there’s no doubt in your mind that Draco hasn’t sent a letter yet. 

You shake out of your thought and make your way to the great hall. You spot the Weasleys and Harry and make a bee-line to them. 

“Hey there, mate!” One of the twins nod in your direction. 

“No mail yet?” You immediately ask the lot.

“Blimey, at least eat something first before you start interrogating us.” Ron mumbles, his cheeks filled with food. 

Harry shakes his head, “Not yet, expecting a letter?” 

“You could say that.” You groan.

You grab a piece of toast and spread butter over it when you hear the sounds of the owls flying into the great hall. You quickly scan them over, keeping your eyes peeled for any Malfoy family owls.

You look over to your twin, an owl drops a package of goodies. Must be from mother, you think bitterly in your head. You didn’t get a package. 

The thought makes your stomach drop. They must know then.

“Huh, would you look at that. It’s a howler!” Percy Weasley points out.

The twins glace at you.

“Y/N....” One of the twins begin to say.

The howler drops right in front of you. Oh grandfather Abraxas, please help me.

In fancy calligraphy that you recognize very well, the name Lucius Malfoy is written. 

“So... are you going to open that?” George asks with an eyebrow raised.

“The longer you wait, the louder it’ll be. But hey this is Lucius Malfoy so you don’t really have much luck any way.” Fred jokes, trying to lighten the mood. 

You hands shake as you hold it, “Should- should i open it?” 

“It’s going to burst any second, no need for that.” Harry look bewildered.

“Oh to hell with it.“ You open the letter. 

“Y/N NARCISSA MALFOY!” Your father’s voice booms, the great hall quiets down to listen in. “A GRYFFINDOR?? NEVER IN THE MALFOY FAMILY NAME HAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE. A BLOOD TRAITOR IS WHAT YOU ARE. IT DISGUSTS ME TO CALL YOU A CHILD OF MINE.”

Your face turns an unnatural shade of red but the howler continues in a calmer voice. “My own child, my little girl. Tarnishing the family name like this. Absurd. Don’t even think about coming home this winter. And enjoying the company of Mudbloods and other blood traitors? Tsk, a shame. Such a great shame. Don’t bother sending any letters, they will immediately be discarded of.” 

The letter explodes and the only evidence that it even happened it the looks of pity you getting from the three other houses. The Slytherin table is bursting with laughter. 

“Ignore them Y/N. Not worth your time. The Slytherin gits and your father. If you could even call a man like that a dad.” Ron shakes his head.

You catch your brother’s eyes, he has a soft, sad look but quickly switches when he catches you looking. 

“Did you bloody hear that? I could never be such an embarrassment to the wizarding name.” Your brother boasts. 

Your friends try to divert your attention but all you can think of is your dad. 

No. Don’t be sad Y/N, you say to yourself. You’re meant to be a Gryffindor, and you’ll prove daddy wrong. Right? You’re a Malfoy after all. 

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

A soft Kipos fic 🥰🥰🥰

Pairing: Tikos x Kipling Bronne ( @asras3rdeye’s OC)

Over the Seas

“... hey.”

“No.”

“But-“

“No.”

“It’s just, I don’t want to keep you if you-“

“Bee.”

“-Captainy things to do?”

A low rumbling chuckle shook the entwined pair.

“Captainy things?” Tikos’ voice was still heavy with sleep as he teased the gardener currently wrapped up in his arms.

Kipling blushed and buried her face in his chest further. It seemed like an important worry up until the words were out of her mouth. Suddenly the past five minutes she’d fretted over it seemed silly.

In the Captain’s cabin of the Charybdis’ Decent, the sun was just starting to filter through the intricate stained glass window at the back of the room. It was just enough light to throw weak colorful rays onto the pair in bed. Tikos stretched out leisurely with Kipling cuddled on his right side using his shoulder for a pillow. He’d managed to kick the blankets off himself during the night and seemed to have never made it back into any clothes. With her leg thrown over his own, Kip was fully aware and avoiding thinking about it too much.

It wasn’t close to the first time they’d been together but somehow it always felt so intense that it may well be.

“Don’t worry so much, Bee. I did the best Captainy thing I could,” he assured her. “I hired people who can run a ship without needing me constantly.”

Her face only felt hotter and he pulled her into a hug on top of him.

“I’m just...”

“We can turn around if you’re too nervous?” His tone was light but she knew he was being serious. If at any point she changed her mind they’d be right back to Vesuvia. But she wouldn’t, she was determined.

“No!... well, I am nervous but I still want to go.”

“You jus’ let me know. They can... be a lot to handle.”

Staying on course, the Charybdis’ Decent continued to draw closer to Nevivon. Where Kipling would be introduced to Tikos’ parents for the first time. Which was enough to be worried about already but adding on the inherit nerves with sailing for so long.

“Hey.”

Kipling looked to meet Tikos’ eye, he hadn’t put his patch back on either. He trusted her.

“Come here,” he purred and crooked a finger at her.

Kip leaned down closer on Tikos’ chest and he gently caught her lips with his own. It was a slow, soft, and sleepy kiss with no sense of urgency or motive. He took his time exploiting every trick he knew she liked before pulling away to lean his forehead against hers.

“They’re going to love you. Know how I know?”

She had an idea but stayed silent.

“Because I love you.”

Her cheeks flamed with a blush but she couldn’t keep the happy smile off her face at those words. They enjoyed a moment of just being overjoyed. Then he ran a hand up her bare thigh that currently straddled him and Kip opened her eyes to his usual cheeky grin.

“Besides, I know the best stress relief, aye?”

“... aye.”

Only a few hours later, Nevivon was in full view sparkling in the sunlight.

“LAND! NEVIVON IN SIGHT!”

The shout from a crew member drew a smile from Tikos. It’d been some time since he’d been to visit. It seemed like whenever he had a free moment he was likely to be found in Vesuvia. Not that the crew teased him incessantly about it but, well, what else is family for?

“Ah! Smell that beautiful sea air!” Tikos took in a deep breath aboard the deck as he manned the wheel. Kipling rolled her eyes at him playfully. She sat nearby working on finishing up the bracelets she was making for his parents. They were beautiful and full of seashells the pair had collected on adventures.

“I have been since we set sail.”

He grinned at his companion.

“Aye but it’s so much better when land is in sight. Makes me never want to leave.”

“As much as I love looking at the ocean and your ship, I would really like to see a plant again soon.”

“Of course you do, Honeybee. And so you shall.”

They enjoyed the short back-and-forth as the ship came into dock.

Finally, it was time to disembark. Surprisingly to Tikos, they managed to get their feet on the dock before two loud commanding voices rang out.

“Zori!!”

“Tizos!!”

Tikos held Kipling’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“μητέρα! татко!”* He called out.

A thin woman with long black curls streaked with grey pushed her way past the crew and spotted them.

“το μωρό μου!”*

Behind her came a large man with short white hair and kind brown eyes.

“Γεια σου!”*

The woman rushed towards them and pulled Tikos down for a hug while rapidly firing off in their native language. Then her eyes gravitated towards Kipling and her smile grew even bigger as she pulled her in for a hug as well.

“Ey, μητέρα, in Vesuvian please.” Tikos said to his Mother as she tried to speak to Kip.

“Oh yes! Vesuvian! My darling girl, welcome, welcome! We are so happy to meet you! And to see our boy! Oh Tizos! It’s been so long! Everyone is wanting to see you and your beautiful woman! Yes! We made a big feast!”

“Ayy, ay, љубов моја*. Let her breathe! Come now, she’s not going to disappear.”

Tikos cut in as his Mother shot his Father a cross look. He could sense the argument and decided to spare Kipling for now. The two of them could argue for days some times.

“Let me introduce you. μητέρα, татко, this is Kipling Bronne.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you!” Kip spoke up, quietly thankful that Tikos gave her an opening. In only a minute she understood where he got his love of talking.

“Aye, όμορφο κορίτσι*, we’re looking forward to getting to know you. I’m Thalia and this is my husband Adrijan but you may just call us Lia and Adri.”

Finally releasing Kipling, Lia turned her attention back to Tikos and launched into her usual barrage of questions. Why are you so skinny, why have you been away so long, who’s cutting your hair, etc. Adri took the opportunity to shake Kipling’s hand and place a kiss on her cheek in greeting.

“Don’t mind Lia, she’s very excitable.”

Kip smiled back at him and nodded.

“I think I know someone like that as well,” she said and glanced over at Tikos who had dissolved into his native tongue and was speaking just as fast as Lia back and forth. Adri laughed and gestured up the dock for them.

Kip and Adri chatted as they led the small group back up into Nevivon to their small house. Lia and Tikos seemed to never even break in their bickering for air.

The day was just as much a whirlwind as the beginning and Kipling found herself completely immersed in the Katsaros-Yakinthos family. ‘Relatives’ of all kinds popped in throughout the day to see them and bring gifts while Lia and Adri were eager to hear all about Kip and her life. The gardener worried about seeming boring next to all the excitement but the two hung on her every word with fascination and smiles. Especially when Kip told them she was a gardener as they admitted they couldn’t keep a plant alive no matter how hard they tried. Kip offered to give them some advice but soon she had a whole crowd of lifelong seafarers stopping to listen as they passed by.

In no time at all to her, Kipling found herself out of breath sitting by a bonfire on a beach while Tikos continued dancing with a myriad of people to lively music. She watched him as he moved so easily with a genuine smile that seemed so natural on his face. While he’d offered to sit with her she’d waved him off, it was much better to admire him from her vantage point. It was as if the years just melted off of him and he looked his age for once. For all his laid back attitude and easy smiles she realized he was still carrying so many scars inside and out. While she sat she pulled the bracelets back out to continue on them. They weren’t quite finished yet and she hadn’t really had a moment to focus on them.

“Do you mind?”

A voice broke her out of her thoughts and Kip looked up to see Lia gesturing to the seat next to her.

“No! Not at all.”

“Wonderful,” Lia smiled and sat down with a content sigh. “Ah what a day it has been!”

Kip nodded in agreement, keeping her hands moving but glancing up occasionally.

“It warms this Mother’s heart to see her only child so happy,” she spoke slowly for once and with great purpose.

“If... if you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you have any more? I was surprised when Tikos told me he was an only child.”

“No child, ask me whatever you wish. It is a simple answer. Adri and I were great enemies for many years. Too proud to give up our feud over the sea. When we finally realized our love we thought it was too late for any children at all. Zotikos was a gift. From the sky, the sea, whoever. A most wonderful gift.”

Lia looked over and smiled with Kip.

“He is very taken with you.”

That brought the heat rushing back up to Kip’s cheeks and she shyly looked back at her hands.

“I am happy. I feared he would be too stubborn like Adri and I,” she laughed. “He’s never brought someone home so we know you are special.”

“Never?” Somehow the knowledge that she was the only person he’d brought home to meet his parents made everything seem so much more... intimate.

“No. He has never even mentioned another before. Now you might say he could just keep things from his old Mother but no, he would tell me if he met someone.”

Kip looked back at her pirate dancing without a care in the world. She wondered if he’d been lonely all this time. Then she turned back to Lia and held out the completed bracelets for her and Adri.

“For you both, I wanted to give them to you earlier but… you know…,” she gestured broadly while trying to find the right words.

Lia laughed and nodded, not needing anymore explanation. She held a wrist out so Kipling could put the bracelet on her.

“I love it, όμορφο κορίτσι.” Lia assured her and gave her a fond kiss on the cheek.

Despite the nerves, the long voyage, and the overwhelming day Kipling realized that she’d grown to understand her lover much deeper. Maybe that made it all worth it. She liked to think it did.

Sitting there by the fire while surrounded by joy and laughter. Opening up new sides of one Zotikos Orion Katsaros-Yakinthos, mystery pirate who had always seemed so carefree. A warmth started to spread in her heart that blossomed when a single brown eye found hers.

—-

Combination of Greek and Macedonian words

μητέρα - Mother

татко - Father

το μωρό μου - My baby

Γεια σου - A welcome

љубов моја - My love

όμορφο κορίτσι - Beautiful girl

[cicaklah]

DISCO 3x01 INITIAL FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS

You know all those feeling you have about humanity and beauty?? they are encased in disco, this show will be redeemed by the ages let me tell you, I will be cassandra for this show until my dying day.

Look let me be shallow: Book is a handsome handsome DARLING.

The theme this season is probably climate change, which historically is something Star Trek has done on and off until it can’t be bothered anymore 

(see: destruction of subspace c. tng s5 and the warp speed limit that got forgotten almost immediately, also providing a good metaphor for climate change)

honestly I love the idea that THIS TIME instead of science and tragedy and romulans and conspiracies, one day all the dilithium just...exploded. neat! simple! Probably all Michael’s fault!

Grudge is a queen, is recognised as a queen, please give me enough time to enjoy her. I want a whole episode of Michael, Book and Grudge.

I just have so many feelings about Michael Burnham and have done since the first time I saw her. I'm so glad she's going to be unshackled from the Spock/sarek family dynamics this season. She deserves better. And by better I mean to get high and eat ice cream and steal dilithium.

While obviously I love Ash Tyler forever, Book can and should Get It, Repeatedly, On A Bed Of Roses He Grew With His Mind.

This was such a beautiful episode, such a lovely planet, the worms, the tech, the last post of hope, and solving problems without guns, but with wildlife sanctuaries. STAR TREK BABY!!!

I was most excited to see a LISSEPIAN among the enforcers and that he still didn't say anything. DS9 had the best aliens, disco has the biggest budgets and should use them correctly, that is, in making MORE ALIENS. 

(Gimme a main character Andorian on Strange New Worlds you cowards. Do the Andorian genetic crisis plotline on Picard S2. Gimme twin Cardassian scientists called Kim and Bee. GIMME ALIENZ!!)

Despite this, still kinda love how shit the orions look, these things are eternal. Paint a dude green, make him evil, jobs a goodun.

Getting real Farscape season 3/Lost season 2 vibes from this season, love a split narrative (which I assume we’re getting), am looking forward to whatever Disco’s up to, and I hope that this time Saru can STAY CAPTAIN.

Everyone cried at the end, love Sahil (also his name is Aditya which is one of my faaaaavourite names), love the Federation, love everything, gonna go watch it again now.

[we-deserve-to-be-soft]

─ november writing project

for the sake of my own sanity, i will not call this my attempt at nanowrimo; instead, i shall call it a november writing project, so i can pretend it's a casual type of thing and the pressure won't drown my inspiration and motivation.

ahem.

what do we know, so far, about this project?

title: we are a fading memory

type of writing: prose, poetry, short stories, whatever the hell comes out (as long as it makes sense)

summary: "time tastes like ashes on their tongues, no matter how much wine or poison they take in their desperate attempts to wash it away; there is a limit to what a soul can take, and their souls have been aching for far too many centuries - what do you do when the world finally forgets about you? when all you have is each other, till the end of eternity?"

basically, they're a family of immortals cursed to live forever, and they hurt and ache and love one another with all they got.

for the characters, we have: chloe - our short queen, an anxious ace artist ; kleon - the flirty asshole with zero patience and self control, and his boyfriend simon, the voice of reason for the entire group, with a pool of patience and understanding ; helene, a short-tempered lady with a hero complex, and her darling, bion (but everyone calls him bee), a human version of a teddy bear.

well, that would be all so far; but knowing me, i will rant about them here throughout the whole month.

[labyrinth-runner]

There Was A Boy

The Greatest Thing, Chapter One

Read the rest here

Estelle Devereux stood in the hall, waiting for her turn to be announced. Queen Charlotte's Ball was something she'd dreamed about since she was a girl. This would be the night she'd be introduced to society. However, lately she felt as though she was a prized animal on her way to be sold to the highest bidder. She bit her lip, bouncing on her toes slightly. A hand came out to squeeze hers and she looked at the owner affectionately.

"It's alright to be nervous, Elle," her best friend, Annalise, told her. "But, remember that it's just a party."

They heard the heralds sound the trumpet, signaling the arrival of Queen Victoria on the opposite side of the doors.

"A very elaborate party," Estelle replied sardonically.

Annalise nudged her with her elbow and she cracked a smile.

"That's more like it, Elle. Besides, who knows who might be on the other side of that door," Annalise grinned.

"Queen Victoria," Estelle smirked.

"Besides the Queen," Annalise said with a roll of her eyes. "You might meet the one. Or, at the very least, some entertaining people that may become your friend."

"I wish I had your outlook on things, Anna," Estelle said wistfully. Ever since her mother died, her father had been urging her that she'd have to make a good match. She never quite understood why. After all, her parents had married for love. Why couldn't she? She shook herself from her reverie as the doors opened. Gently, she smoothed over the fabric of her green dress. She smiled softly at the gown her mother had designed before she died, specifically for her debut. To see it come to fruition made her happy. Her heart clenched at the thought that if only her mother could see her now, with her frilly sleeves and floral pattern beaded into the fabric. She supposed she looked beautiful. The line of ladies started to move and one-by-one they were introduced to the queen next to the cake.

"Your majesty," Estelle said with a deep curtsy to the queen.

"Devereux..." the queen murmured. "Tell us, are you of any relation to a Margaret?"

Estelle respectfully looked down. "Yes, your majesty. She was my mother."

"We are sorry for your loss," the Queen said with a small smile, lifting her hand so that Estelle would straighten herself out. "Your mother made quite the impression during her social season. We look forward to watching your experience."

The Queen nodded at Estelle, letting her know she was dismissed, and the line continued on. Estelle made her way into the crowd of partygoers. She scanned the room for the familiar flash of pink dress that was Annalise. With a smile, she made her way over, but she stopped in her tracks when she noticed who her friend was with. Christian. Her face broke out in a smile as she tried to get there as quickly as possible without making a fool of herself.

"Elle, there you are!" Annalise beamed when she turned to her friend. "How did your introduction go?"

Her words could have fallen on deaf ears as she watched Estelle and Christian regard each other. However, Annalise, ever the trooper, kept going.

"My introduction went fairly well. I figured I'd get a glass of something to drink and wait for you. While you were occupied, I met Mr. Thompson," Annalise explained. "Mr. Thompson, this is my friend-"

"Ellie," Christian beamed at her.

"Oh, you two know each other," Annalise remarked.

Estelle's eyes never left Christian as she responded. "We were friends a long time ago. It's been ages since we've seen each other," she murmured.

Christian smiled softly at her, taking her hand and gently kissing it. "'Were' friends? Darling, I thought we still are."

Estelle flushed scarlet, tucking a stray curl behind her ear as she avoided his gaze. "I suppose we've both changed quite a bit since we last spoke. We're proper strangers now."

Gently, he dropped her hand when it was no longer proper to hold it. Already, she missed the contact.

"Perhaps a dance is in order to get reacquainted," Annalise suggested.

Estelle's eyes flicked over to her friend. What was she playing at? Annalise just winked at her.

"May I have this dance, Ms. Devereux?" Christian asked, holding his hand out to her.

Part of her felt like taking his hand would imply giving him more than a dance, but she didn't care. She placed her hand in his. "You may, Mr. Thompson."

Christian led her to the middle of the ballroom. He bowed, she curtsied, and then they started to dance. Estelle felt like she was soaring above the crowd, or at least like they were the only two people in the room. A wistful smile came over his face as they twirled around the room to the waltz currently being played by the band.

"Is something amusing you, Mr. Thompson?" Estelle asked with a tilt of her head.

He looked down at her, blue eyes sparkling at whatever he was thinking. "I'm simply reminiscing. Do you remember all the times we used to dance?"

Estelle chuckled, drawing looks from surrounding couples who were dancing. "I don't believe you could call what we used to do dancing. We lacked rhythm and form. It wasn't anywhere near as elegant as this."

"No, but it was decidedly more fun," he replied with a lopsided grin.

The song came to an end and they regrettably parted ways as another man asked Estelle to dance. The other gentleman twirled her around, but it just wasn't the same. Her eyes caught Christian's over the man's shoulder as they passed by and he smiled. When the song ended, she made her way off the dance floor and out into the garden before anyone else could ask her to dance. The air was cool, but refreshing on her heated skin. She hadn't expected to see Christian at this ball. Although, she shouldn't have been too surprised. The Thompsons were a respectable family. Respectable enough to have an estate that was next to theirs in the country. Or at least... next to what used to be their estate in the country. Estelle leaned forward to smell a rose, closing her eyes to truly enjoy it.

"You always did like to stop and smell the roses," a voice said from behind her.

She smiled, keeping her eyes closed as she straightened. "Flowers grow to be enjoyed. Certainly, they are beautiful, Mr. Thompson, but surely we should appreciate more than just their beauty? Especially when they have other lovely qualities to offer."

She turned to regard him, carefully taking him in. He'd grown so much since they'd parted, but yet so much about him was the same. He was taller, more handsome, but he still had that same spark in his eyes. A spark she hoped he'd never let die. She gestured to the rose, encouraging him to smell it's fragrance.

"Do you feel like a flower?" he asked thoughtfully as he came over and bent at the waist to inhale. The sweetest smile crossed his face as he straightened.

"Is a woman not a flower?" she asked in response. "If one looked at the ball room like a bird in a tree looks over a garden, would they not see the same sight? Women in colorful dresses, putting on their best airs and making themselves colorful enough to be wanted in order to attract the bees of men."

His brow furrowed at her words. "You speak like a poet. Darling, what's wrong with attracting a bee?"

She smiled knowingly, wagging a pointed finger at him like she used to when they were children and she needed to teach him a lesson. "Bees pollinate flowers. They spread the pollen 'round and round. Bees have the ability to seek out other flowers when theirs start to wither and die. Bees don't have to tend to the flower as it dies on the vine," she gently reached out to hold a dying rose, smiling sadly at it. "No one wants the flower when its not at its best, for they don't truly love the flower. If they did... they'd know that the flower still had so much more to give, even after it looses its beauty."

He smiled at her as he softly asked, "And if someone cherished the flower in all forms?"

"Because they respected the flower or merely because they saw the usefulness of the flower?" she countered as she released the flower to regard him. She didn't quite realize it, but she was holding her breath as she awaited his answer.

"Perhaps they respect the flower, missing it terribly when it doesn't grow back every year. Still, as they're in the garden, they think of the flower and how the garden isn't quite the same without it," he replied.

"You missed me?" she asked breathlessly.

"Are we no longer discussing flowers?" he chuckled.

"Were we ever discussing flowers?" she countered with a raised brow.

"I have missed you," Christian replied. "When you didn't come back the following summer and someone else moved into the manor..."

"Father sold it when mother started to get sick. He said that moving around so often would be bad for her health," Estelle replied.

"I am so deeply sorry about your mother," he said, taking her hand. "Maggie was an incredible woman. Just like you."

"Thank you," Estelle blushed as he ran his thumb over the back of her hand. "You know, I never stopped thinking about you after we left. I regretted not being able to say goodbye."

"It wasn't a goodbye," Christian murmured. "I don't think there's a goodbye in the cards for us until we're old and gray."

She shook her head slightly at him, but a smile graced her face. "Mr. Thompson, you have grown."

"As have you," he smiled as they started to walk down a garden path.

"How many seasons have you been here for?" she asked curiously.

"Three, darling. They get harder and harder as the time goes on," he chuckled.

"Harder how?" she asked, brow furrowing.

"Perhaps 'harder' wasn't the correct term," he said thoughtfully. "Stifling. Yes, they get more stifling. Although, I guess that is high society as a whole."

"Oh? Enlighten me, Mr. Thompson, what exactly is so stifling about the London season?" Estelle asked in amusement, humoring him as they came to rest in front of a fountain in the garden. Gently, she sat on the edge, ever the captive audience.

"Well, darling, they put so much emphasis on the wrong things," he told her.

"Such as?"

"Well... Titles, wealth, outward beauty," he replied, eyes alight as he caught onto a train of thought, ready to ride it wherever it may lead. "It's all about making an advantageous match. Very rarely is it about love. It's about what you can do for that person to help them get a leg up in society, not about what you could be for that person, or what you can build together."

She tilted her head thoughtfully as she considered his words. "Survival of the fittest at its finest."

"Darwin, Ellie?"

She shrugged. "I may have been spending the past six years learning how to manage a household for a husband, but that doesn't mean I stopped educating myself on the world when I could."

He smiled. Yes, he may have changed, but she hadn't. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. "Do you know what the problem is with society?"

"I'm sure there are many answers to that, but I'm interested to hear yours," she grinned.

"Everyone is too comfortable. They seek comfort in material things. Those things may make them physically comfortable, but those things don't soothe the soul," he replied enthusiastically. "None of those things matter in the end, and none of them are required to be truly happy. You can... you can have all the money in the world to buy all the prestige and material comforts you wanted and still be unhappy. What really matters... what's really important are things like freedom, beauty, truth, and love."

It clicked in her mind why he was still here after three years. If he talked like this with anyone else, they would be scared to match with him. He threatened their livelihoods, believing in intangible things. Things that could be felt, but had no monetary value. Although, she'd heard of these ideas before, albeit briefly.

"You're speaking like a Bohemian," she finally said. It wasn't an accusation, nor was it an insult. She was merely stating a fact.

A wistful look crossed his face. "Yes, I suppose I am."

She gently took his hand, dropping formality. Society was in the ball room. Out here they were just two friends getting reacquainted. "Christian, why haven't you found someone?"

His face fell a bit as he looked to the ground, dejected. "I..." he sighed. "I suppose I'm still waiting for love. I know that's not necessary for a society marriage, but it's something I don't want to compromise on." He shook his head at the silliness of it.

"It's not wrong to want love," she said gently. "Especially when you'll be tied to that person for the rest of your lives."

"Whenever I start talking about these things, slowly people begin to shut me out," he said softly, "They think I'm foolhardy. In a way, I suppose they're right. There are real ramifications to running a house hold with someone. Should either person commit a crime, they are held responsible. But, if someone breaks your heart? If you trust someone enough to let them in, to see all your flaws and hopes, and they betray that trust... nothing happens to them. You're left with the pieces, but they're none the wiser. Only a fool would want to fall in love."

Estelle reached out to tip his chin up. His eyes flicked up to hers as she responded. "If 'love's reason's without reason,' then only a fool could fall in love," she said with a smile.

"Shakespeare," he smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered a bit longer than it should have.

Estelle cleared her throat. "I suppose we should return to the ball."

He nodded, standing to offer her his hand. Gingerly, she took it to stand. She smoothed out her dress and straightened her back.

"Shall we?" he asked, holding his arm out for her.

Tilting her chin up at him, she smiled. "We shall."

They returned to the ball room to enjoy what was left of the festivities, together. After a few more hours of dancing and interacting with society, Annalise appeared at Estelle's elbow.

"Elle, our carriage has arrived to take us home," Annalise informed her.

Elle nodded. "Very well."

Christian raised a brow at her. "May I call on you at home?"

"I would like that," she smiled. "Good night, Mr. Thompson."

"Have a safe trip home, Ms. Devereux," he smiled before nodding respectfully.

Estelle hooked her arm through Annalise's and walked out with her to the carriage. She looked out at the palace wistfully as the carriage pulled away.

"Well, that was certainly a fun night," Annalise beamed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Anna," she grinned. "Did you meet the one?"

Annalise shrugged. "I met a few gentlemen of great renown. I'm sure my parents would be proud if they chose to court me. I really just wanted to enjoy myself tonight and make friends."

Estelle smirked and shook her head at her friend.

"Now, you on the other hand," Annalise said pointedly. "Seem to have already found a match."

"What are you talking about?" Estelle asked in confusion.

"Mr. Thompson. The two of you seem quite smitten with one another," she teased.

"We're simply old friends catching up," she replied halfheartedly.

"Yes, well, you know what they say about houses, don't you?"

Estelle's nose scrunched up as she turned to face her friend, "No, Anna, what do they say about houses?"

"They require a strong foundation in order to withstand the test of time."

Estelle blushed as she looked out the window. Perhaps she and Christian could be something more. They were quite similar, and they had been good friends as children. Perhaps... perhaps Annalise was onto something. She couldn't deny that Christian was handsome. Not to mention, she enjoyed listening to him wax on about the Bohemian ideals. In a way, she did agree with most- if not all- the things he said. His family was of good social and financial standing, so her father would approve. He had also asked to call on her, so maybe he wanted to see if something could blossom for them. Although, friends also called on each other as well. She sighed softly. Only time would tell.

[hellrisen]

WHAT IS UP, MY DUDES ?                  the name’s mads. short for mads mikkelsen’s #1 fan and lover —— alternatively amanda. you can call me whatever you want, though. or anytime :wink: i am twenty - three years young, and i go by she / them pronouns. my favorite movie franchise is scream and i think machine gun kelly is the best thing since sliced bread. but that’s enough about me … so, click the      READ MORE     below for a brief introduction to my oc’s ! 

ALISHA BOE, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER   …   you’re looking for sawyer kinney? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the twenty-two year old nephilim and student with an unadulterated love for soccer, bonne bell cotton candy lip smackers, and 1980′s romcoms. with blondies′ sunday girl set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re tenacious, and yet blithe. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET SAWYER KINNEY —— half angel, half fun. adopted by a nice christian pair in ‘97 after her mommy kicked the bucket. that’s what happens when you fraternise with angels, you see. so … daddy dearest dropped her off at one of eden’s many, many, many churches and said SEE YA !

since then, angelic endeavours have been stifled. for the most part. her adoptive parents died when she was thirteen years old. car crash. and it might’ve been partially sawyer’s fault. we can’t all control our divine urges. or the powers inherited from fathers we never knew.

premonition and other sorts of fun hasn’t been experienced since. partially due to the seizure meds her family feeds her like tic tacs. she’s got epilepsy ! except she like, doesn’t. but from an adult pov and an absence of telekinetic rages since childhood, sawyer accepts the diagnosis at face value. nobody said she was smart.

she’s a vet student, though ! so, she’s semi - smart. sawyer loves all animals ( bunnies mostly ) and has since she was a wee lass. same goes for soccer. nobody loves muddy balls as much as sawyer kinney, y’all.

survivor of three near death experiences, only one which was self - inflicted, sawyer’s kind of convinced herself to have a purpose. she doesn’t. but since the third incident, she’s been more connected to god than ever before. a poor idolisation considering he’d have her sniped if he knew of her existence.

another addition to sawyer’s idiocy is her lack of deep thought regarding the town she lives in. yeah, it’s quirky ! and people are superstitious ! but that’s all there is to it. but as she’s starting to engage more with the vamps of eden, as well as pushing for a release from her medication, she’ll have to unveil this creep - fest for what it is … well, a creep fest.

PERSONALITY …

she’s pushy. like, very. sawyer’s very engaged with her friends and family, possibly due to middle child slash adopted child syndrome. include her or die.

competitive, too. she can get kinda mean when there’s a WINNER title on the horizon. because she has to win, she must win — she’s the best person at whatever they’re competing in. swear to satan ! ( that was me, not sawyer, don’t worry. )

on top of that, sawyer’s the epitome of a social butterfly. she’ll befriend anyone at any given opportunity, and maybe that’s why she’s gonna end up dead in an alley. either way, if there’s a person she does not know —— sawyer will know them by the end of the day. so, it goes without saying then, that she’s quite the partier. drinking is fun ! dancing is fun ! okay ? cool.

STEVEN YEUN, DEMI BOY, HE/THEY   …   you’re looking for wolfgang baek? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the thirty-seven year old human and podcast host with an unadulterated love for dario argento films, his super 8 camera, and chicken mcnuggets is easy to spot. with charles manson’s look at your game, girl set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re meddlesome, and yet voluble. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET WOLFGANG BAEK —— flop movie director / screenwriter, son of a successful movie director / screenwriter, who resorted to hosting a spooky podcast. men, am i right ? always making them podcasts …

wolfie is what you call a movie buff. horror movies specifically. he loves himself a good scare ! hence why he moved to this little hell - town called eden. it was all for that sick and twisted inspiration. for what you ask — well, for his next movie, duh ! the one he started four years ago and has yet to finish … yeah, that one.

due to his father’s job he spent the majority of his childhood on the cinematic scene. both off and on screen. yeah, he got a cameo in one of his daddy’s 1980′s films ! jealous yet ? you should be. but it isn’t just because of that he has never done a sport in his life, okay … he also has heart issues, baby. a defect heart valve that got fixed ( best it could ) when he was a wee bean. it’s fine now. for the most part.

now he’s kind of obsessed with outdoing his dad even though that is the biggest cliche out of all the cliches and he’s aware of the fact. simply being introspective is not enough, is it ? he’s made a couple shorts, and one feature length — flops the whole bunch. i mean, they’re decent to OUR standards. but to this perfectionist ? nah, son. burn that shit.

PERSONALITY …

wolfie can be … callous. insensitive. a bit of a prick. not in the sense of deliberate asshole - ness, but — he’s desensitised to the world’s tragedies ( too many true crime dramas ) and he’s incredibly pretentious. it’s cinema, darling.

he talks a lot, too. TOO MUCH ! nobody asked for his input regarding the rise and the decline of the slasher genre but here he is … putting it in regardless. odds are every other sentence includes either a. a movie reference, or b. a true crime reference. pick one.

because he’s all work and no play, he’s never had a serious girlfriend. i know ! shocking, right ? i mean, look at him !!!!!!!! but no. longest relationship lasted a whooping four months and we don’t talk about that one. there might be a part of him that believes he’s incapable of love … we don’t talk about that either.

AUBREY PLAZA, AGENDER, SHE/THEY   …   you’re looking for muriel stafford? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the thirty-five year old possessed human and journalist with an unadulterated love for impromptu road trips, take-out delivery food, and burt’s bees pomegranate lip balm is easy to spot. with santana’s she’s not there set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re aloof, and yet perspicacious. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET MURIEL STAFFORD —— stanford graduate and general pain in the butt. disowned by her family and the whole ghost hunting community. things we don’t discuss: see above.

to make a long story incredibly short, merle grew up in a haunted house. or so they say … you see, when merle was nine years old, her sister was possessed BY THE DEVIL. or so they say … and all that trauma ? documented, darlings. because momma and poppa don’t hesitate to capitalise on their own children. sickening.

according to merle, her sister suffered a psychotic break, and her parents — previously z listers with an affinity for running ghost hunting blogs — didn’t hesitate to make the fact their latest pitch. AND TO STARDOM THEY WENT ! meanwhile, agnes delgado chugged drain - cleaner two years after it aired.

fast forward last year of college, and the anniversary of the notorious exorcism documentary comes creeping up. so merle says enough is enough ! girl puts her soon - to - be journalism degree to use and writes an extensive exposé on her own fam. that ought to show them, right ? well …

turns out : her input was not wanted. as if it wasn’t bad enough to have the remainder of the delgado clan turn on her, the anonymous identity she’d craved ever since entering the spotlight years ago — it is snatched from her ! safe to say she did not think it through.

so, what now ? well, we change our last name to our mommy’s maiden name and we escape the hell - scape that is texas and then, we hope nobody added your newly - zit - free face to memory. because it’s been * math years * ! okay ? forget it … you never read any of the above …

PERSONALITY … 

merle has never cared for much in general, and that’s very obvious. she has a very deadpan approach to life and all of its difficulties. plus, riveting backstory in mind — she’s unlikely to share details of her life unless it pertains recent mundane bull - crap !

going against everything previously established, her attitude towards the supernatural is not skeptical. aliens, ghosts, ghouls … all things that exist. because muriel delgado grew up in a haunted house. and while her adult mind rationalised all that was seen in her childhood, it also suffered a break of its own post her sister’s death - aversary.

it’s nice to come face to face with old friends, though, innit ? and if all she has left of her past is the demonic presence lurking in the back of her mind, then so be it. beggars cannot be choosers, merle.

[blackmissfrizzle]

A Tale of Two Soldiers Part 6

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers Part 6

Characters: Erik x reader, Bucky x reader

Summary: Erik and Bucky come to save you.

Word Count: 5703

Warnings: Sexual assault and sex trafficking (Plesse don’t read if they’re triggers for you even though it does not go into depth.) Violence and a little torture

A/N: no keep reading link since I’m on mobile.

You awoke with a pounding headache, it was worst than the time you were matching drink for drink with Steve. Whatever room you were in the air was freezing and it didn’t help that Marcus or whoever he was working with left you in your lingerie set.

As you were coming to, you heard a murmur of voices. You got up to investigate where the voices were coming from. With each closer step you heard a bunch of:

‘She’s up’

‘She’s coming’

‘Is that Y/N’

‘Isn’t she an avenger’

When you found the voices, they belong to a group of women, scratch that not all of them were women. The youngest seemed to be about 11. All of them were in skimpy shorts and crop tops. Judging from their outfits, your new environment, and your abduction you just got caught in a fucking sex trafficking ring. Great, Bucky and Erik weren’t going to let you out your sight after this.

A young girl with big doe eyes tentatively walked to you.”Are you here to save us? You’re Y/N, the avenger, right?” Her eyes were filled with hope and you didn’t want to tell her the truth and break her heart but you also didn’t want to lie to her and give her false hope.

You didn’t know if it was luck or not but a girl who looked like life hardened her answered for you. “Does she look like she’s here to save us? She’s for sell just like us!”

To make yourself smaller you kneeled down to the other girl’s level. “She’s right. I’m here against my will. But, I got some powerful friends and they’ll find us sooner than later.”

Suddenly, you heard a loud slam of a door and the clicking of heels against the tile floor. A man in a full Armani suit was surrounded by his bodyguards appeared. He seem like the type of man to brag about his accomplishments and flaunt his wealth, especially with women. And if they didn’t do as he asked, he’ll call them anything but a child of God.

“I see that you met your new roommates,” the man stated smugly.

Already tired of the bullshit you punched ole dude in his smug face. In return you received a kick in the gut that caused you to fall to the ground.

Armani suit bent down and jerked your chin so you could look into his emotionless eyes. “They were already ordered not to hit you in the face. We don’t want to damage our money maker.”

“You’re really selling me and these girls? Oh, you don’t know what trouble you just got yourself into asshole.”

“Trouble? I don't think so. You’re gonna be worth more than all of them combined. Someone as beautiful and strong as you. You’re gonna make me a rich man.”

“Let’s say if you get the chance to sell me, you’re not gonna live long enough to spend it. My dad’s a senator, my uncles are War Machine and Ironman, my best friends are Captain America and Black Widow, and my boyfriends are the two most ruthless killers ever. I’m starting to feel bad for you bro.” You shrugged at the man and smirked.

“I knew you were a little slut.” He gripped your face harder to the point you thought he would break some of your teeth and then he gave you a bruising kiss. In return you head butted him, which he seemed to enjoy from his evil chuckle. “I wish I could keep you for myself. Do you know what’s the most satisfying thing about my job?”

“I don’t know. You get your tiny dick sucked? You must be overcompensating for something,” you sneered.

The big bad grabbed your hand and put it on his rather unimpressive hard on.”I assure you I’m not overcompensating for anything.” Great, not only were you kidnapped by an asshole but he was delusional as well.

“Anyway, my favorite thing about my job is dousing out fires. Now, your average sex trafficker wants to get easy girls. Girls who won’t put up fight. But me personally, I like it when my girls got fight in em, because I enjoy putting them out. I love when a break down a girl and make her submit. The more fight she had the better. And you, Ms. Y/L/N are one of the strongest women I ever had and to bend you to my will until I submit,” he took a deep inhale and palmed himself. “I would pay good money for that, but you’re the product and I can’t make money if I use my own product. But no worries, there are buyers out there with similar viewpoints as mines and they’ll pay a pretty penny for you. So, I’m not scared because I’ll have enough money in the world not to worry about your friends and family.”

As Armani suit gave his bad guy monologue, you found a random pipe on the floor behind you. Despite your better judgement you grabbed the pipe and whacked the smug smirk off your captors face. “I’m glad you like your girls with fight because I gotta whole lotta fight in me.”

When he faced you, you finally saw the anger in him instead of that giddiness he had earlier. “Make sure you don’t hit her in the face. Remember that’s our money maker, but everything else is fair game.” While he ordered his men to do their worst his eyes never left yours until he exited the room.

Soon as their boss left, the goons started pounding at you. Some used their fists, some used their feet, some used the butt of a gun, and some used a pipe. No matter what they were using, pain reverberated throughout your body. Although, you were in immense pain you refused to give these monsters the satisfaction of your screams in pain, so you suffered in silence. The only thing that could be heard were their grunts and vile words towards you. It wasn’t until you blacked out with thoughts of Bucky and Erik saving you were you able to escape the pain.

——

Charles automatically noticed something was wrong when you didn’t show for the family photo shoot. Even though you hated doing things like these you were always 30 minutes early, just in case someone needed help with something. So when his baby girl wasn’t there when he got there, he ordered his crazy daughter, Casey to track you down.

That was two days ago and there was still no word from you. HPD inform your parents that they couldn’t find Marcus, who you were last seen with and now he was officially a person of interest.

The whole family was gathered in the living room with the Wakandans, James Warren, Tony, Rhodey, and Detective Johnson from HPD.

“We have an update on your daughter’s case,” the detective informed the Y/L/N family as he handed a folder to your father.

His knees buckled once he saw what was inside. It was photos of you in your lingerie, posed for sell. The pictures got worse as he saw all the bruises on your body.

Your mother got a look as well and she instantly wailed. “Who would do this to my baby?”

Tired of being in the dark, Erik took the photos from your dad. When he saw them he was fuming and he knew just who to blame.

Throwing the photos at Bucky, Erik stormed towards Bucky and sucker punched him.”Its your fault! I was stupid enough to listen to you and let her go to that damn auction! Now look, Barnes she’s caught in a sex trafficking ring!”

Everyone except the Wakandans perked up at the mention of Barnes. “Bucky Barnes?” Tony and your mom questioned.

Bucky was outed now, so he took the nano mask off. “I’m just as pissed as you, Stevens and I blame myself more than you ever could.” Then Bucky turned his gaze towards Tony and your mom, “But all of you have a choice. You either can turn me in over duty or some personal vendetta or you let me be Winter Soldier and bring our girl home and kill those sons of bitches.”

Regrettably, Tony conceded to Bucky. He was far too worried about you to get back at Bucky and he knew how much those bastards needed to pay and the Winter Soldier was what they needed.

“Who took those photos,” Rhodey asked gravelly.

“We believe it’s Richard Dominguez. He just took over the Dominguez crime family and expanded into sex trafficking, which his recently deceased father was against.” Detective Johnson informed the room.

“What about this Marcus nigga?” Erik asked. He was ready to kill someone and if he couldn’t get to Dominguez then Marcus would have to do.

The detective felt uncomfortable under Erik’s murderous gaze. “Umm...we can’t find him.”

“Then what the fuck you niggas good for? Oh wait never mind y’all good for killing innocent black people.”

“Cousin!” T’Challa admonished his younger cousin.

Erik just shrugged his shoulders because he believed he told no lie. He looked at Shuri and nodded his head at her. “Lil cuz, can you find this Marcus dude if we give you his picture?”

Shuri looked at Erik as if he grew a second head. Did he know who he was talking to?”

“My bad, cuz,” Erik quickly apologized once he saw the look on Shuri’s face. “Can you find him quickly is what I meant to ask.”

“Give me the picture and I’ll tell you his last location within 30 minutes, cousin,” the Wakandan princess stated.

Detective Johnson handed a photo of Marcus to Shuri and she promptly went to work.

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Everything hurt. You were sure that you had a couple of broken ribs. The girls took turns looking after you and in that time they told you who held the group captive. It was some dude named Richard Dominguez and he was fairly new to the game.

The door squealed open and the girls hid in their respective corners. You thought it was Dominguez coming to gloat about the offers he got for you, but it was a woman instead. She reminded you of a Kim Kardashian wannabe. Nothing on the woman was real. Her ass was disproportionate to her thighs, her lips looked as if they were stung by bees, and her tan was so dark that she was nearly the same color as you.

“So, you’re the one my husband can’t shut up about. He keeps on talking about your beauty, but from where I’m standing, darling, you ain’t that beautiful.” The woman sneered at you as she inspected you.

If her physical appearance didn’t put you off, her attitude did the job for you. Annoyed with the woman you sighed, “Don’t tell me your ok with this? And please don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“Ok? Sweetie, I’m ecstatic with anything that allows me to afford my lifestyle. I would sell my own grandmother if it meant I could live like this. Honey, why would I ever be jealous of you?”

What a delusional one this chick was. You laughed at her and proceeded to read her. “Listen, sweetie, ummm, everything on your body is predominantly features of a black woman and under all that tanning lotion, you’re clearly not a black woman. You literally just came in here and called me ugly for having the same features you have that your plastic surgeon did a botch job on.”

You stood up face to face with Dominguez’s wife and even in your diminished shape she was frightened by you. “I bet your bitchass husband is fantsizing about me while he’s fucking you,” a look of embrassement from the woman confirmed your hunch and you contined. “I’m gonna go as far and say he called out my name on accident. Man, it must suck to be you.”

The wannabe was in tears by now and she ran out the room. Usually, you wouldn’t revel in the fact that a husband was mentally cheating on his wife, but since she was compliant, you didn’t feel an ounce of guilt.

Once again the door creaked open and this time it was Dominguez and he was pissed. He stormed towards you and punched you in the gut. “You made my wife upset, you little cunt! Be glad that you are of value to me or you be dead.”

You knew Dominguez didn’t care about his wife, but she must’ve gave him an earful and that set him off. Holding yourself back, you smirked at the man. “I don’t know what’s worse for you. Me getting to you and killing you or the Winter Soldier and Killmonger killing you. Either way you end up dead and you better pray that nothing happens to me, because those two I mentioned are nothing nice to play with.”

All the blood drained from Dominguez’s face when you mentioned the Winter Soldier. He didn’t know about Killmonger, but he didn’t sound fun and now suddenly he was fearing for his life.

His silence stuck with you and you knew you had him. You decided to taunt Dominiguez some more. “Remember when I said boyfriends? I was talking about them. So, even if I end up getting sold, you won’t be spending any of the money.”

Richard continued to keep his mouth shut as he tried to calmly exit the room. When he was outside the door, he ordered his head of security to hire more guards in case the Winter Soldier came looking for him. Now he had to get rid of you much quicker than he would like to, because he refused to be a victim of the infamous Winter Soldier.

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Shuri came through and she was able to locate Marcus in 15 minutes instead of 30, and the team had him in their custody no less than 45 minutes.

Bucky was sharpening his knife trying to calm himself before interrogating Marcus when Tony approached him. “I know you hate me, Stark, but I love Y/N, so don’t be mad at her when we get her back. She was just doing what she believed what was right by protecting me.”

Tony held back his disdain for Bucky. He had to admit that he admired how fiercely Bucky wanted to fight for you. “Barnes, I’m not here to fight you. Y/N would whoop my ass if I did right now. I just wanted to say I appreciate how you’re fighting to get her back and that none of this is your fault.” Bucky drew his brows in confusion at Tony’s statement. Did Stark really compliment him?

“I know. I know. It doesn’t sound like me. But you can’t fight at your best if you keep thinking its your fault that Y/N is captured. You were ok with Y/N going to the auction, because you knew she was going to do it anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over that,” Tony advised the soldier.

“Thanks.”

“I still hate you by the way. I’ll just hate you less once we get her back.” Tony effectively killed the chance of any reconciliation between the two and left the room

As Tony and Bucky were having a moment, Rhodey was talking to Erik trying to calm him down. “You can’t just go in there and start beating on the dude.”

Erik looked at Rhodey in disbelief, “Oh, I can’t? Watch me.” Erik was walking to the door that Marcus was behind and Rhodey pulled him back before he turned the handle.

“You need to calm down and do it quickly! I’m not letting you blow the only lead we have on finding my niece. Do you understand me?” This was the first time Erik seen the older man lose his cool. He heard from you how your Uncle James was always the chill one despite how crazy our mom or Uncle Tony could be. So, he knew he needed to calm down for the sake of your uncle.

“A’ight. I’m sorry, man. I just need to find her asap.”

Rhodey understood the young man’s urgency. He clapped his shoulder and warned Erik. “We need Marcus alive. The cops need someone to arrest.”

Erik caught Rhodey’s drift. He wouldn’t he able to kill Marcus but whoever was the real culprit was fair game.

When Erik finally gathered himself together he went to the door where Bucky was at and entered the room. The two killers had to school their faces as they entered the room. It smelled of bodily fluids and the heat in the room made it no better.

Marcus was sitting in the middle of the room in his own mess. He was a nervous mess because he didn’t know who kidnapped him and then the crazies had a jaguar and wolf snapping in his face.

“They miss their mom and they know you have something to do with her being missing.” Marcus instantly recognized the man talking. He was the Winter Soldier and he was casually flipping a knife around.

Soon as he recognized Bucky Barnes, Marcus soiled himself once again. Erik scrunched up his face in disgust and pinched his nose. “Really, nigga? You already pissed now you gotta shit! I bet you didn’t have that same energy when you let Y/N go.”

“Look man, I didn’t have a choice,” Marcus yelled in desperation.

Pissed off, Bucky echoed Marcus. “No choice!” Bucky kicked Marcus’s chair, causing him to fall and have Apollo and Artemis growl in his face.

“Are you really gonna let em eat him?” Erik pointed to the predators.

“They haven’t ate all day and he’s obviously no help. Is that a problem?”

“Nah, it’s chow time.” Erik broke out into a smile while Apollo and Artemis widen their jaws for their new meal.

“She’s in Huntsville! Dominguez has a bunch of land out there, but he has a small army. He’ll know you’re coming.”

“We don’t care!” Bucky yelled already texting T’Challa with the information.

Erik bent down to Marcus. “Before I rock yo shit, why did you betray her?”

Marcus was a sobbing mess by now, he feared for his life. “I had a gambling debt at one of Dominguez’s underground casinos. He said it’ll clear my debt and I could get a little extra if I help him get her. Y/N’s an Avenger, I thought she would be out by now.”

As Bucky heard Marcus’s explanation, he crushed the door knob in frustration. What kind of man traded his friend for money? He took his knife out and aimed it at Marcus and cut off the top of his ear.

Annoyed that Bucky threw the knife so close to his face, Erik reprimanded him. “You had to throw it next to my face?” Bucky nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and exited the room. Erik quickly followed Bucky after he punched Marcus to silence his wails.

Thanks to Bucky texting the intel while they were still with Marcus, Shuri had the location of Dominguez. Everyone suited up as soon as a plan was formed, even though Bucky and Erik just wanted to go in guns blazing.

“You know we don’t plan on bringing Dominguez alive.” Bucky warned your parents.

Your mother left her husband’s side and for the first time looked Bucky in the eye. “I don’t give a damn. If he’s begging for mercy, you better let him bleed out. Just bring back my baby girl.” Now Erik and Bucky understood where you got a fierceness from.

Both men gave a head nod and a yes ma’am to her and left to go save their girl.

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You were getting anxious. If it was just you held captive, you would’ve already escaped and killed Dominguez, but you weren’t. The other girls were your responsibility and you promised them all that you would get them out safely and alive.

“Miss. Y/N, are your friends going to save us?” Lexie, the 10 year old asked you with hope in her eyes.

“Of course, honey. They’ll be here soon. If we get lucky, we might get to see the Scarlet Witch.”

Santana being the pessimist she was told the child not to get her hopes up. You were on the verge to cuss Santana out, but you heard gunshots and the screams of Dominguez’s guards.

A smile broke out on your face, help had came. You ordered the girls to grab the shivs they made in the past days.

All of you gathered together and were approaching the door when you heard footsteps by the door. You pushed the girls behind you and got in your fighting stance.

You abandoned your stance and fell to the floor in relief when you saw Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda at the door.

“It’s okay. I got you,” Steve hugged you being mindful of your injuries. You hugged everyone else and asked Wanda where Vision was. She told you he joined Tony and should be here soon.

“This family reunion is great, but we got people shooting at us and we need to get these girls to safety,” Nat reminded everyone.

“Nat’s right. You guys get the girls out and I’ll handle Dominguez.” You offered to your former teammates.

Steve was heavily against the idea. He claimed that you would be outnumber and your injuries would be a clear disadvantage. But you weren’t hearing none of it. You needed to kill Dominguez and your friends couldn’t get caught since they were still fugitives.

In the middle of your argument with Steve, your sword Shuri made for your birthday was suddenly in your hand. Then you heard the roar of Artemis and the howl of Apollo.

You smiled at your friends. “Game time, bitches.” This time Steve didn’t argue with you when you ordered them to get the girls to safety. He knew Bucky was there to save you and nothing would get in his way.

Thanks to your sword being made out of vibranium you easily dodge bullets and sliced through Dominguez’s henchmen. Your goal was to kill your captor and everyone who helped him, and you weren’t leaving the base til you did.

Taking two stairs at a time, you ran into the master bedroom and found Dominguez’s wife frantically throwing clothes, shoes, and jewelry into a duffel bag.

“Materialistic to the end, huh?” Your chuckle halted her packing. Immediately she was begging for her life and in that moment you truly didn’t know if you would leave her alive. You asked yourself WWCAD (what would Captain America do?) and regrettably you only knocked her out with a vase.

As you were tying up Richard’s wife, he came running into the room seeking refuge. Once he spotted you, he pointed his gun at you. “Damn, I thought you would’ve killed her. She knows too much about the operation.”

Dang, this man really didn’t care about anyone except himself. “You know I would say I feel bad for her, but she’s as guilty as you are.”

“Then maybe you should give me the same punishment as her,” he tried to bargain with you.

“Too late,” you stated and then you charged the man.

Your fight ended up in the hallway and near the railing. Dominguez and you were dodging each other’s hits. You lunged to stab him, but he fell over the railing but he grabbed you to bring you with him. You were expecting to feel the coolness of the marble floor, but instead you felt the familiar warmth of strong arms.

“I got you, princess.” Tears threatened to spill out when you saw Bucky and Erik. You kissed Erik and murmur a bunch of I love you. Then you jumped out of his arms and limped towards Bucky to do the same.

Unfortunately, your reunion got cut short by the groans of Dominguez. Erik and Bucky instantly got in defense mode but you had to pull them back. As much as you understood their anger, this was your kill.

You slammed your foot into Dominguez’s chest to stop him from getting up. “Remember when I told you I didn’t know if it was worse for you if I got to you if they got to you,” you pointed towards the two soldiers. He gave no answer, but looked at you in pure hatred.

“Well, I forgot about a third option and I’m gonna go with them, cuz they’ll kill you slower than I ever could.” Confusion and then fear crossed Dominguez’s face as he saw the jaguar and wolf prowling towards him out of the shadows.

While Apollo and Artemis were snarling in his face, you bent down to his ear and whispered, “You know my favorite thing about you douchebag dudes is the fear on your face once you know you lost and how you’re gonna die soon. It’s the best feeling.” You patted his chest as you smugly mocked his first conversation he had with you.

Once you started walking away you heard the crunching and breaking of his bones and his cries of pain as Apollo and Artemis ripped into him.

The adrenaline must’ve stopped pumping through you, because you fell to the ground before either Bucky or Erik could get to you. Blood was seeping out of your stomach when the boys reached you. Each of them were yelling it wasn’t your time yet as you repeatedly told them you were sorry. Luckily, Erik managed to insert a Kimoyo bead into your wound to stop the bleeding. And once again you blacked out as you have done so many times this week.

—-

“You’re very lucky Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N based on all your daughter’s injuries she should be dead,” you heard the doctor inform your parents.

“Thank God!” Your mother praised as she sat in the chair next to your bed.

“Ummm, but is it necessary for them being here?” You could only assume that the doctor was referring to Apollo and Artemis, since you could sense their presence.

“They stay,” Erik ordered leaving no room for negotiations.

A few moments later and you felt your eyes flutter open. No one noticed that you were awake until they heard you groan in pain.

Your first words were where was Bucky and Erik.

Erik left his corner in the room and ran up to you. “Hey, princess. I’m right here and Barnes not here right now. We have too many eyes on us right now.”

Usually you would be understanding, but you didn’t feel complete until you had both men by your side. So, you pleaded with Erik to get him and he was about to comply when Secretary Ross entered your hospital room.

Automatically, you were on the defense and tried to sit up despite the pain you were in. Last time you saw Ross, you cussed him out so you doubted he would be happy to see you again.

“Y/L/N, it’s good to see you’re doing well.”

“What do you want,” you croaked out.

Ross widen his stance in an attempt to intimidate you. “We have reports from the other girls you saved and they said that Steve Rogers and the others were there helping them. Do you know where they have could’ve gone? And please don’t lie, the girls did say you did talk to Rogers.”

Your monitor was beeping quickly indicating the spike in your blood pressure. At this point, Ross was more than a thorn in your side and he was getting dangerously close to be on your kill list.

It also must’ve been your mother’s breaking point, because she jumped out of her seat and was in Ross’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me!!!” Your mama had to be furious to be cussing. You only heard her cuss a handful of times in her lifetime. “My daughter is in the damn hospital barely escaping death and you’re worried about capturing damn Captain America??? My baby girl is right, that heart attack must’ve fucked with your head more than you thought. Now I suggest you get out of this room or that wolf and jaguar are gonna have a new chew toy.”

Ross made the smart decision of leaving the room with no protests. You knew your mom could be scary, but for her to successfully threaten the Secretary of State, she earned a new level of respect from you.

“Damn, Mrs. Y/L/N remind me not to piss you off.” Erik laughed in admiration.

While looking at you and giving you a motherly caress, your mama replied to Erik. “I don’t play about my kids, even the ones who give me the most headaches. So, it’s best you and Barnes remember that.”

You almost couldn’t contain your excitement. That warning your mama gave Erik was also a seal of approval for both of them to date you. Who would’ve thought your mama would be open to you dating an assassin.

For a while you talked with your family. Shannon tried to apologize for unknowingly helping you get kidnapped, but you threatened to burn all her wigs if she tried apologizing again. That quickly got her to shut up.

The nurse came by and told everyone that visiting hours were over. Everyone left except Erik and when she tried to get him to leave, he gave her a deadly stare until she scurried off.

Running your fingers through Erik’s dreads calmed you and him. It was very possible that you wouldn’t have survived and never had the chance to see each other again.

Tears were forming in Erik’s eyes and this was the second time you saw him cry. Between sniffles Erik spoke for the first time since you two been left alone. “I almost lost you, Y/N. That scared the shit out of me. I’m about to ask T’Challa to assign a Dora to follow you when me or Barnes are not around.”

Half of you was grateful that you had a man that cared that much about you, but the other half was annoyed that you were about to get a 24 hour detail after this whole debacle. “I’m safe, E. But don’t you think it may be a little extreme to have someone watching me all the time?”

“Hell no.” Welp, there’s goes any negotiation. You didn’t have the energy to fight Erik on the topic, so you let it go for now.

Erik jokes with you for a bit to lift your spirits, but he knew eventually you would ask for Bucky again. He told you what you already suspected which was that Bucky felt guilty about your abduction and was avoiding you. You told Erik to get Bucky and tell him if he refused to come you would never speak to him again.

Within 10 minutes, Bucky was sulking in your room. Erik excused himself, knowing that you two needed this intimate moment and appreciative that he spent time with you already.

“You two seem really close now,” you pointed out to Bucky after Erik clapped his shoulder.

Seemingly nervous, his metal hand scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, when the girl you both love gets kidnapped it brings enemies closer.”

Bucky made no attempt to get near you and it broke your heart. In the time you needed him the most he refused to be there for you, but you understood it, he was still blaming himself.

“Doll, I really shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?”

“It’s not safe. I heard that Ross came by looking for intel. Someone can come by and turn me in.”

Although, it was a valid concern, you knew that wasn’t the real reason Bucky thought he shouldn’t be there. “I have my own hospital floor and Tony made sure everyone signed a NDA, so try again, Barnes.”

This time Bucky moved towards you and you could see the pain in his eyes. Hell, you practically felt the pain rolling off of him onto you.

Bucky was crying by the time he sat next to you. He laid his head on your stomach and you could feel his tears seeping through your hospital gown.

When he finally composed himself, Bucky spoke.”Fuck doll, if I hadn’t encouraged you to go to that damn auction you wouldn’t be in this damn hospital bed.”

You lifted his chin to get his attention. “I’m only gonna say this once. It’s not your fault. I was gonna go with or without your permission.”

Bucky opened his mouth to apologize, but you held up your hand to stop him. “James Buchanan Barnes if you are fixing those gifted lips of yours to apologize, I promise you I will cut off your dick and you know how much I love it, baby. You wouldn’t want to do that to me, would you, babe?”

Laughter filled the air and it was music to your ears. Bucky’s laugh was low like his voice but it held a certain lightness that Bucky must’ve retained before joining the army.

“Ok no more apologies. But you’re gonna have someone with you at all times just to make me feel better.”

“I basically told her the same thing and she didn’t argue with me,” Erik added while he was standing in the doorway eating some jello-o.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at the two men. They really thought you were gonna comply with them. “I didn’t argue with you because I’m too mentally tired to do so. But watch, once I’m feeling better I’m cussing both of you out for trying to tell me what to do.”

Both muttered a ‘we’ll see’ and laughed at you. Throughout the entire night the boys kept you entertained and not once did they argue. It was a rare occurrence for Bucky and Erik get along and you hoped for more of it in the future.

Sleep eventually claimed you and you were glad that you had your two favorite men by your side as it always should be

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Written for @stingueweek​ 2019; prompt: AU

Chapters (1/?): 1 Rating: Mature Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney, Erza Scarlet, Wendy Marvell, Bora (Fairy Tail), Kagura Mikazuchi, Gajeel Redfox, Tempester (Fairy Tail), Jackal (Fairy Tail) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Thieves, Thieves Guild, Heist, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Sneaking Around, Swordfighting, Magic, Magical Artifacts, Team as Family, Con Artists, Blood and Injury, Alchemy, plans that go terribly wrong, as usual, lots of swearing, Natsu's plans are always convoluted, Gray's not sure about them, Sting and Rogue are just along for the ride, Erza's pretty sure it's gonna blow up but wants to be there for it, it's another heist, but there aren't any bees this time, Stingue Week, Tumblr: FTLGBTales Series: Part 1 of richer and cleverer than everyone else, Part 1 of Stingue Week 2019

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“If we manage to get out of this alive, I’m going to cut off Natsu’s balls and feed them to the sharks.”

Sting rubbed a hand over his face and sighed noisily, then looked down at the little girl standing in front of him. She didn’t say anything, just stared up at him with wide, blue eyes and bunched the skirt of her frilled dress in her hands.

“I’m not going to hurt you, darling,” Sting reassured her, crouching down to her level and giving her what he had been told was his most charming, innocent smile. He held out his hand and she studied it for a second before reaching out and taking it. “There you go, love. You want to get out of here?”

She looked around the room, eyes landing on a small toy that was tucked onto the bed. Sting reached over and grabbed it – a small, plush cat – and handed it to her. “Better?”

She nodded and Sting squeezed her hand, then stood up and peeked out the door.

“All right,” he sighed, glad to see that the guards were still unconscious. “Since this whole thing was Natsu’s cockup, we’re going with his sure card.” He looked down at the little girl and grinned. “Let’s go burn something down.”

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Two Weeks Earlier

“Whatever it is that you’re plotting does not count as ‘lying low’ and you know it.”

Gray scowled at Natsu, who was sitting on top of the dining room table in the guild basement looking frighteningly pleased with himself.

“Who says I’m plotting?” Natsu said, trying his best to look innocent.

“I’ve lived with you for twelve years,” Gray said, “and I’d recognize that idiotic expression from all the way across Magnolia.” He turned to Erza, throwing his hands up in exasperation. She looked up from her dinner and gave him a half-shrug, lip curling up in a smile when he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Just hear me out,” Natsu insisted. “It’s not just money – it’s magic!”

Gray stared at him. “We are not,” he said slowly, leaning forward with his hands on the table, “fucking with the bondsmagi.”

“Gods, no,” Sting interrupted from his spot at the table next to Erza. “Even Nastu isn’t that much of a twat. Right?” When Natsu didn’t answer, Sting pinched his thigh. “Right?”

“Of course not!” Natsu said brightly, batting away Sting’s hand. Gray glared at him suspiciously, then sighed and leaned back against the other table, arms crossed against his chest. “Look,” Natsu continued, “Sting and I heard some of the lads down at the alehouse talking about that new Lord in Upper.”

“Bora?” Rogue asked, eyebrows raised.

“I think you mean ‘Lord Bora of Prominence,’” Sting corrected in a ridiculous high Therin accent. Erza snorted. “Nobody else calls him that, but he’s apparently very fond of himself.”

“Well he can also apparently walk through walls,” Natsu said, “so he might be onto something.”

“Nobody can walk through walls except the bondsmagi,” Gray said darkly, “and even that’s up for debate. Does he have the marks?”

Gray gestured to his forearm, the traditional place where bondsmagi wore their circular tattoos marking their rank in the sorcerer’s guild. As a magic user, membership in the guild was mandatory, and if you didn’t want to join – well, nobody who valued breathing ever refused the bondsmagi.

“According to our sources, no.” Natsu shook his head.

“And are your sources those brats from the Half-Crowns?” Gray demanded. “Because the last time we got a tip from them, I ended up with this.” He pushed back his hair to show off the thin, white scar that ran just above his eyebrow.

“That was an accident and you know it,” Natsu protested, hopping down off the table and tugging his own shirt up to show off the bandage over the still-healing wound on his hip. “And mine’s worse.”

“I know,” Gray said, “I sutured it. And isn’t that exactly why we’re supposed to be laying low? You got stabbed on the last job!”

“Lightly stabbed,” Natsu corrected.

“You can’t get ‘lightly stabbed,’ you twit, you’re either stabbed or you aren’t.”

“All right, ladies, enough bickering.” Sting gestured for Natsu and Gray to separate. Then he turned back to Erza and added a quick, “no offense meant.” She rolled her eyes and continued eating.

“You think we should do it, right?” Natsu looked at Sting with wide eyes and Sting sighed.

“You did get stabbed very recently,” he admitted, “but there might be something to it. Maybe.” He turned to Gray. “It wasn’t just the Half Crowns. The Eight Crows and one of the sneaks from the Dragontooth Brotherhood said they saw Lord Bora disappear in the middle of a crowd. Not just running away – vanished into thin air.”

“How soused were they?” Rogue asked, kicking his feet up on the table.

“Fairly,” Sting admitted. “But Kagura said she saw him too.”

Gray raised an eyebrow. Kagura ran Mermaid Heel, the all-women's guild that took care of Magnolia’s brothels. They had been around for years, ever since a nobleman had beaten one of the girls and Kagura had cut off his cock in retaliation. After that, it had been easy to remove the rest of the men from the guild, and now every brothel and bawdy house was under Kagura and her girls’ protection. Gray had seen Kagura slit more than one man’s throat in broad daylight and had never known her to lie.

“She saw him vanish?” he asked.

Sting shook his head. “She said he was at the Inn and Out down by the docks, but he didn’t take any of the girls, just poked around a bit. Kagura cornered him ‘cause he was acting queer and she said he just turned and walked through the wall.”

“Through the wall?” Rogue leaned forward on the table. “We’re sure he’s not a bondsmagi?”

“If he was, he’d be up in Era with the rest of them,” Natsu said, waving his hand dismissively. “Off charging hundreds of thousands of solons to topple governments, not bootlicking the Don and Doña.”

“Well then how in the hells is he using magic?” Gray demanded. “Alchemy’s one thing, but it won’t get you through walls or make you disappear.”

“Kagura thinks he’s got a Remnant,” Natsu said. “A big one.” He gave them all a significant look.

“That’s... unlikely,” Erza said, setting down her utensils and leaning forward onto the table. “Nobody’s ever had one that powerful.” The tiny stones, remnants of a once-powerful crystal, could be used to do minor magic – small things like levitating a sheaf of paper, or temporarily changing one’s hair color. They were a good distraction on cons, and the guild had several in the vault, but none of them were powerful enough to make a man disappear.

“They all said he had a ring,” Natsu explained. “Big red gem, and it flashed before he used the magic. That has to be how he’s doing it.”

“So, you want to nick this ring?” Gray studied Natsu and Sting, who both nodded.

Natsu bounced on his toes and grinned at Gray. “Picture the look on Captain Lahar’s face if we got collared, and then just disappeared from the prison!”

Gray tipped his head from side to side, looking past Natsu to gauge Rogue and Erza’s reactions. If Erza shut down a plan, it wouldn’t go ahead, no matter how much Natsu wanted to do it. The one time he’d tried to go behind her back, he’d mysteriously woken up with lockjaw. He hadn’t been able to talk for a week, and it had never happened again.

Erza stared at the patterns in the oak table for a minute, then looked up at Natsu. “I might have heard,” she said slowly, “that there’s a party being held at Bora’s place in the Uppers.”

Natsu perked up even more and turned to Gray. “You love parties!”

“I do not.”

“Do so.”

“Do not.”

“You did go on quite a bit about the last party,” Rogue said, giving Gray a sly look. Gray gritted his teeth, willing his cheeks to stop burning. He’d been a bit tipsy after their last fancy job and had effused to Rogue – at length – about how fantastic Natsu’s arse had looked in his leggings.

“Well, you might have a bit of a time getting into this party,” Erza said to Natsu. “It’s a fancier’s show. Apparently, he’s been inviting all the ladies to see the lavish new winter fashions from Crocus – and the invitations was for those of the fairer sex exclusively.”

Natsu opened his mouth, then surprised Gray by frowning, considering what he might have been going to say, and deciding to not say it instead.

“Before you ask,” Erza added, “I will not be wearing a gown or accepting any sort of affections from Bora, no matter how ‘prominent’ he is.”

“What if he’s prominent…” Natsu laughed and gestured to his groin, then yelped as Erza tossed her butter knife at him. “All right, I know your inclinations run more to the cu—”

“Think hard before you finish that sentence,” Erza warned, picking up her fork and pointing it at Natsu. He put both hands up in surrender, shifting so that Sting was slightly in front of him.

“Look,” Sting said quickly, “nobody needs to get dismembered, and Erza doesn’t have to wear a dress.”

“I take it you have an idea, then?” Gray asked.

“That I do,” Sting said, wrapping his arm around Natsu and grinning at him. “Since this is Natsu’s idea, we’re going to make him into the prettiest noblewoman in Magnolia.”

[belle-greene]

DEAD INSIDE - GUTS

S1.E2

Sat with a pile of mushrooms in front of them, I watched as Lori and Amy mindlessly sorted through various kinds they had collected over the day, a look of mild confusion on Amy's face as she inspected one, "How can you tell if they're poison?" She wondered aloud.

I saw Lori shrug with a slight smile on her face, "There's only one sure way I know of."

I couldn't stop the chuckle coming out of my mouth, my eyes catching Lori's at her insinuation, knowing full well we were screwed. None of us had any idea which mushrooms you could eat, which were poison and which ones were going to make you see dead people walking.

Oh wait, you didn't need drugs for that one.

But Amy clearly didn't understand the joke, and instead just flickered her eyes up to Lori's in question, "Wait until Shane gets back?"

Amusement covered Lori's features and I'd bet my life that it had on mine too, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Instead of explaining, Lori simply nodded with an attempt at a serious face, "Yeah, you've got it. Thank you." As soon as I saw her push herself onto her feet, I took a few steps towards them with folded arms, but she only arched her brow at me, "You know, you don't have to come with me."

Shaking my head adamantly, I spoke, "And you know I'm not letting you go out there alone."

Lori had quickly become a motherly figure to me, I mean, she always had been considering my mom was never in the picture and how close her husband was to my dad, but since she outbreak our connection had really grown. Carl was my brother, I don't care what any DNA test said, he was exactly that. And I promised Rick that I'd protect him as he was, because he was.

"Alright," she tutted, dusting off her palms as she turned to look up at Dale, raising her voice slightly, "Dale, we're heading out." She turned back down to Carl, placing a protective hand on the top of his head, "Sweetheart, I want you to stay where Dale can see you, okay?"

Carl, already knowing what was coming, simply nodded, his tone flat, "Yes mom."

I quickly pointed an accusing figure towards him with a mischievous smile, "And no kissing Sophia, we can't have her running off because of you."

Pulling a disgusted face, Carl's cheeks burnt bright red as he ran away from his laughing mother, a sound that we didn't get enough these days.

Dale stood slightly, resting his binoculars to the side as he glanced down at the two of us, "You too. Don't wander too far. Stay within shouting distance. And if you see anything, holler. I'll come running." He promised.

With a teasing eye roll, Lori nodded, "Yes, mom."

Chuckling at the two, I gave Dale an acknowledging nod before Lori and I made our way into the surrounding woods. "I love old men," I laughed out slightly, loving Dale's constant, accidental, wholehearted humour. He was so precious.

"Don't tell your dad, he'll freak out," Lori pulled her own repulsed face, the similarities to Carl uncanny.

"Ew, gross, not like that," I automatically defended, feeling bile raise in my throat. It only earned a loud laugh from Lori.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed my dad sneaking up behind Lori, his finger to his lip in attempt to shush me.

This'll be funny.

Pretending not to notice, I continued walking by Lori's side, deeper into the woods when suddenly my dad's hand came around Lori's mouth, pulling her tightly against his front. She muffled out, fear evident in her eyes as they widen but my dad was soon to shush her, his grin large.

As soon as he let go, I let out my laughter as Lori instantly spun around to slam her hands against his chest, "You scared the hell out of me."

Knowing their time in the woods was the only time they would openly show their affection to each other, I was quick to put my hands up in fake surrender as I back away, "I'll leave you two to do whatever old people do."

Just as I turned back to camp, my dad playfully threw his arm over Lori, hearing him call out as I walked away, "It's just the birds and the bees, darling."

"Not listening," I hollered back, shaking my head as I continued my way out the woods.

I know anyone who knew them would instantly look down on their kind of but not really relationship. Sleeping with your best friends' wife is morally wrong by anyone's standards, but I always knew my dad had some type of feelings for Lori. She was the mother and wife he never had; seeing how she was bringing up Carl, imagining how it would've been different if she brought me up too.

I think my dad did fine on his own, but I'm probably biased. I am talking about myself, after all. But I'm polite, I respect my elders, I don't curse despite his foul mouth and I did everything to protect the ones I loved. I'd say that was pretty well raised.

But the grass is greener and that, my dad would always think what if.

He'd never acted on his emotion, hell, if the world hadn't gone to what it is, I doubt he ever would've. But after he risked our lives to save Lori and Carl's, there was no denying what he felt for her, and it seemed to be reciprocated, at least a little bit.

I did feel guilty, but Rick's gone, and my dad's more than willing to protect them like they are his own family, like they mean just as much to him as I do. They probably did, sometimes it felt like more.

I didn't mind. I love both Lori and Carl and if they were to become my real family, I have no issues with that.

—

Later that same day, while my dad was off making knots or something ridiculous with Carl, I noticed Amy pacing the ground slightly, a sickly worried expression on her face, "It's late. They should've been back by now."

Dale just merely peered over his shoulder, "Worrying won't make it better," he explained, but it didn't seem to calm her nerves.

I stepped forwards hastily, trying my best to give her a supportive smile but I knew it would've come out as a grimace, "Andrea's strong, she'll be back." Comforting people was something my dad didn't find easy, in fact, he was terrible at it if it didn't involve sleeping with them. I guess I inherited half of that, the bad at comforting part, not the sleeping with them half. I don't think that would work on Amy.

Before she could reply, static sounded from the radio near Dale, the faint voice of an alive, but panicked T-Dog ringing through. I couldn't make out what he was saying exactly, and apparently Dale didn't since he replied with, "Hello?" Nothing. "Hello?" Nothing. "Receptions bad on this end." Again, nothing. "Repeat." Silence. "Repeat."

After a moment, his voice rang through again, "Shane, is that you?"

Lori came striding over, a concerned look on her face as she looked at Dale, "Is that them?"

"We're in some deep shit," he spoke through the radio, "We're trapped in the department store."

"He said they're trapped?" Apprehensive looks appeared on everyone's face, not having any idea what to do, or how to even do it. Some more words came through the radio, but the static was too overpowering, making it almost impossible to make out.

"He said the department store," Lori confirmed, to gain an agreeing nod from Dale.

"I heard it too."

Lori turned towards my dad, a questioning look, "Shane?"

This was common, asking my dad for directions, since he was a cop and clearly strong-willed, though they didn't always agree with his actions. It was hard being the person everyone relied on, especially when you didn't have a clue what you were doing, being thrown into a completely new situation. I honestly felt bad for him sometimes.

"No way. We do not go after them. We do not risk the rest of the group. Ya'll know that." He shook his head firmly.

But that didn't mean I had to agree with him either.

"So we're just going to leave them there?" Amy cried out, disbelief in her tone but I'm not sure why, those had been the rules since the beginning. You don't risk the whole group.

But my dad only shook his head, his inability to comfort coming through yet again, "Look, Amy, I know that this is not easy..."

Before he could finish, anger shot through Amy's eyes, "She volunteered to go to help the rest of us." She defended.

"I know, and she knew the risks, right?" He tilted his head, already knowing the answer, "See, ifs she's trapped, she's gone." He shrugged, like it was nothing and I could feel the anger building inside me, an emotion I tended to express too easily, again, something I probably inherited from him. "So we just have to deal with that. There's nothing we can do."

But Amy just seethed, pure hatred on her face as she flared her nostril at my dad, "She's my sister, you son of a bitch." Before storming off somewhere in the distance, probably towards the RV. Lori sent my dad an annoyed look before quickly following after the distraught Amy.

Turning towards my dad with my arms crossed, I tried my hardest not to snap and instead just raised my brows in obvious disbelief, "Really?"

He just tilted his head, something that annoyed the hell out of me, knowing it was his way of questioning why I'm questioning him, "Those are the rules."

"What if I was me trapped?" I was quick to counter, tilting my own head, imitating him just to get under his nerves, "Or Lori, or Carl?"

He just firmly shook his head, "That's different." He tried to explain, but I wasn't having any of it.

"How?" My voice raised slightly. "Because we're your family? Well those people trapped are these people's family."

He just glared down for a moment, clearly trying to control his own anger bubbling in him, "It's different because none of you would be in that situation in the first place."

Then he just shoved past, barging his way in a direction I didn't even know, or care. So, to get the final word, I just yelled out to him, "You're such an ass." Before making my own way over to Lori and Amy, wanting to try my best and comfort the girl. Even if I'm not good at it, the effort counts, right?

[kittysuicoffee]

You must become QUEEN!

" Marinette darling sister how are you today!" mina exclaimed happy to see her youngest sister Marinette gave a sad smile "I'm doing well how about you?"   " what with that face love?"   "oh umm..." Marinette stammered looking around nervously trying to find something else to talk about " Marinette." she closed her eyes than opening them again than looked at her older sister who look concerned Marinette looked down and sighed " I don't want to take up too much of your time mina." Marinette said quietly. mina looked at her bored like " I have all the time in the world for you love now tell me whats going on." mina spoke softly Marinette took a deep breath and she began to explained what been happening. " so, this girl name Lila told big white lies and when you called her out for her bullshit your so called "friends" turn against you? is that right I'm not losing my hearing right." she asked with disgusted in her voice Marinette nodded anger and  frustration coming to a boiled after holding it in for months " yeah! it's even worse when Adrien fucking Agreste know that Lila is a liar!" she exclaimed slamming her hands down on her table she didn't noticed that her sister looked at her questionable "Agreste?" she asked Marinette stopped her rent and looked at mina "well yeah Adrien Agreste he's a famous model." Marinette said confused mina still looked at her questionable feeling that she heard the name before but can't remember when or where. Marinette looked at her sister maybe she didn't tell her about her crush or well dying crush on Adrien before? " I feel like I heard that name before but can't remember when." mina said out load to herself. "oh, Melanie say something about seeing a closed off older man before she left back to New York!" Marinette said than it clicked " is a man is his name Gabriel Agreste?" she asked slowly   Marinette nodded her head "ah." mina said softly "now I remember Melanie did say something about a man that gave her the creeps a bit. but it was more of a line of a man who that have never gotten over a death in the family like creeped and trying to get them back." she chuckled darkly this took Marinette by surprise " mina?" Marinette asked wearily her older sister eyes snapped on her with a sicken smile on her face " now you said that this Agreste boy know that the girl is lying right."   Marinette confusion was place with frustration "yeah! as I said before it even worse when he refused to help me exposed that lying fox saying ' that he doesn't want her to get akumatized so ask long as we both know she not hurting anyone' but she is she's hurting me all my friends turned their backs on me I was almost expelled and akumatized because of her lies!" she yelled slamming her hands on the table tears coming out of her closed eyes she let out a sob putting her hands on her face. tikki flew up and petted your holder heard whispering that everything was going to be okay " I- I just don't know what to do Dà jiějiě I tried so hard to make everyone happy even when I acted like an idiot around Adrien, I always put his feeling before mine." Marinette said trying to stop her flowing tears "I just don't understand the only time I ask for something it seen as me being selfish or I'm just being jealous or whatever! but when they ask me for something, they don't think about how much stuff I have to do or if they ask me if I have free time, they... they just don't! what if I want some free time huh if I want some Marinette time but no, I have to do what they want what or what they needed! not what Marinette want or she needed!" Marinette got up knocking down the chair she was sitting in her hands balled up into fists pacing in her room as her sister watched taken aback by her little sister out burst. 'so, it is a bigger problem than I thought." she thought as she watched her sister go on her rent and also watching for any akumas she doesn't want her little sister to get akumatized for some that can be dealt with. " I already have enough on my plate  as it is having commissions for people who are willing to pay me money and being the class fucking president and to top it all of being fucking ladybug that is too much for me to fucking much!" she yelled stopping her pacing her eyes closed more tears threating to spill out of her eyes " I-I-I ho-how do you deal with it Dà jiějiě how?" she asks weakly holding herself she didn't notice that the video called ended or a pair of arms wrap around her "well that only way to deal with it is to make them pay." she said darkly turning Marinette to face her. Marinette opened her eyes to see her fourth older sister looking at her with a soft smile and tired bluebell eyes looking at her she hugged Marinette and she hugged back. " you calm now little one" mina asked for couples of minute later petting Marinette back she and Marinette was sitting Madeline's bed she was at school right now she doesn't mind they sat on her bed Marinette nodded "yeah I'm fine thank you." Marinette said giving a sad smile   " I am so glad your here." tikki said coming up to the older woman giving her a hug on the face the woman giggled at this "well I'm happy to be here too." mina smiled but her smiled turn to a concerned look at Marinette.   "Marinette did I tell you a time where I was in the same position as you?" she asked Marinette give her a look that confirm that she never did "no. I don't think you did you were in the same place that I am in right now?"   "yes, dear sister I was. you see Marinette the problem that you are too nice and people see that as a weakness meaning that you're a push over and that you will take shit from people and that you don't know how to say no. but it adds up when you have amazing talent and we live in a bakery so it meaning by having all these things it doesn't take long on why they are keeping you around."   Marinette eyes want wide in realized looking away from her sister the world was slowly coming down on Marinette all this time when they invited her to hang out with them, the times when they asked her for things with hope in their eyes or knowing that she'll will never say no, or the time she bring in fresh bake goods and have not even given a 'thank you' all the time when she make them clothes and throwing them parties for them and have she even  heard a 'thank you Marinette or thanks you're the best!' she put time and effort into the things she do for them but not once a 'thank you'. Marinette covered her mouth feeling sick she ran to her trash can and begin to threw up her dinner she had earlier tonight "Marinette!" tikki exclaimed going to her holder checking if she alright " I- I'm fine tikki." Marinette said wiping her mouth mina looked on sadness in her eyes "I am so sorry Marinette they were only using you to get free things from you they were never your friends to begin with." mina said her voice cracked a bit " and I know how it feels when you thought that someone was your friend but not really. I have to learn that the hard way when a new pair of twin sisters came to my school i could still remember the look on my so called friends face when they  saw them it was like they were getting a new toy for Christmas and me I was just an old toy that they no longer needed." mina eyes stared at nothing as she recalled a long almost forgotten memories all of her friends going to a those girls looking at them with aw in their eyes have completely forgotten her the pain in her heart when they only come to her when they needed something ,the pain when they no longer invited her to their parties or come to hers ,it pains hers when she ask them to hang out they see her as too clingy. it feel her so much with hatred for the new girls and sadness and when she vented to her sisters and they her to take back what was hers, but when she said what if were not hers to begin with and her sisters simple said make them regret for living you behind and she did just that. " Dà jiějiě?"   mina eyes snapped back on to her sister and her kwami looking worried at her she gives a weak smile "I'm fine little ones but I have to tell you this." she said beeping Marinette and tikki noses they both laughed mina looked at them there were so pure and care free but her smile slowly fell she looked away more tired  and stressed "Marinette when I was your ages I vented to my sisters about what been going on at school we didn't go to the same school though i wish they did I would make things so much easier when going. did you know I was known to be the most popular girl in school."   " whoa really I didn't know that!" Marinette exclaimed in excitement mina nodded "yes I didn't even knew so imagine my surprise when walking around school and my allow classmates is saying 'looks like the old queen bee is friendless now'. I was so confused by this and I have to ask them what they mean they said ' stop playing games.' when they notice that I was not playing games they looked at me in shocked and begin saying 'that I was queen of the school because the things I did for my class and for the school as a whole!' and that when I realized it that not only I lost my friends for a pair of twins but I lost my crown and I was overthrow and my friends wanted new a queen. so when I told our sisters that they said to 'take back what was mine.' when I said ' what if it was not my to begin with.' they simple said ' make them regret for living me behind.' that what I did not only I made life at that school so unbearable that most students ended up leaving I was able to get my crown back from the twins but I was still know to be the sweetest girl at school and my 'friends' come back to me asking to hang out with them. it was so funny in a way I was threw away when I was no later needed but when I came back new and fix, they wanted me again." she chuckled softly it was funny in a way all though times when they hanged out the many sleep overs, the parties it was only to drag her into a false sense of security the only thing they wanted from her was skills in fashion and her baking that was all they wanted. they even have to keep up being friends with her for not noticing  that she was being used she can't count how many times they forgot her birthday's. " how?" "what do you mean how?"   "i mean how was your able to make the school unbearable and still be known as the sweetest girl in school?"   mina pause at the question than she smiles it wasn't her normal smile it was more sinister "well let's just say that when you know to be the sweetest girl and having many boys that is willing to do anything for you well the rest is history."   "what you use some poor boys feelings to get what you want!?" Marinette said in shock mina rolled her eyes and waved her hand "oh we were teenagers back than you know how teenagers' boys are like and girls their hormones are everywhere they can't even think straight if you show a bit of skin to them! I even hated when I was sent home because my school skirts which I can say they give me was to short I can't help it if get a little bit taller every school year! but I have to say playing with those feelings was pretty fun!"   "I don't know about this Dà jiějiě I just don’t have many boys going after me the only friends I have outside and inside of school is luke,kagami and Aurore they are my only friends. and if I did, I don't want to use there feeling for me to get what I want but I still have hope for my friends." "Marinette didn't you made a strong realized that they are only using to get free stuff from you?" Marinette started to stammered " umm I mean well they always thank me before doing many things for them." she said quickly mina raised a bow "that was than this is now love. it been months when that liar came to your school, you calling her out on her bullshit your friends turning their back on you and they still ask you for shit have they thought about you or they think you have a lot of free time on your hands or about your feelings?"  

Marinette opened and closed her mouth trying think of something to defend her friends but nothing came to mind " but how Chloe and Lila are the new queens of the school how am I going to take their crowns? I’m pretty much sure they are working together."  

"oh, Marinette dear." mina said putting both her hands-on Marinette's shoulders "you know Lila is a liar so use her lies against her. if she can make good lies you can make better ones. make her think that you are going a part of her lies. be friends with her than slowly turn the class against her with every lie she tells make up a better one. and as for Chloe maybe with lying girl help you can take her down. they can be only one queen in school and having two is asking for trouble." a deep chucked came from her throat she hugged Marinette "I tell you more in the morning now go to bed we have a long day tomorrow!" she told Marinette who looked confused "huh what do you mean?" she asked   "you're coming with me to the Agreste mansion I have a meeting which i forgotten about so dress up for your best love you night!" mina said quickly leaving Marinette in her room alone and confused "umm tikki did you know what just happened?" Marinette asked tikki shook her head confused as her holder "she right Marinette we should head to bed right now." tikki said looking at Marinette. Marinette nodded putting on her pjs and getting into her bed that she and Mandy shared she wish Mandy was here but she wanted to have a overdo sleepover with her best friend, she told Marinette she'll be back in a weeks' time but for now she has sleep alone. Marinette gave out a tried sigh her eyes was getting heavy with that she closed her eyes and went to sleep. 

okay so know that story I did for the miraculous sisters au so here is mina a well feared business woman that live in new York and here what she look like: 

[slothgiirl]

Shadowplay (alex turner x reader)

Ottoman's was the only coffee shop you were willing to splurge on. 

Their coffee a delight even without all the milk and sugar you could add when you needed a kick to keep up. There had been a rush of orders this week and even after waking up past noon today you still felt tired. 

As per usual, there was a line. People sitting around, working on their laptops. An old man reading the papers.  A woman in a sleek suit typing quickly on her phone as she waited for her order. 

The bells chimed and you couldn't help but glance over at the man who walked in. Clad in black fitted jeans, a leather jacket despite the turn in weather over a crisp white shirt and shiny leather boots. Hair gelled back with what looked like a whole tub of gel. 

With a confident swagger he took his place in line behind you. He was undeniably attractive. But you were more interested in getting your cuppa and getting all your errands done for the day than anything else.

The next few people in line went up. You were probably going to go for your usual. With just a splash of oat milk. 

Two people made a bee line for the man behind you. An incredibly beautiful woman, the type that become influencers on instagram, who got free drinks at bars. She had a golden glow and her hand in the man next to her.

"Al," she greets him, hugging him with ease. She's loud and you can't help but overhear them as you scroll through the sales page on net a porter. "It's so good to see you."

"Arielle," the man behind you greets stiffly, not leaning into the hug at all. You can't see his eyes from behind his aviators. "Didn't 'spect to see you here."

"Just a weekend trip really," she tells him, "the wedding plannings been crazy."

"Aaah, yes. The wedding. Congrats 'bout that again." 

Arielle doesn't seem to sense any of his discomfort, too caught up in her own happiness. Probably an ex boyfriend then. 

You're not even trying to pretend not to listen anymore, their drama better than anything on the telly since downtown abbey ended. 

The man at the til calls up, "next in line." 

You're about to go up when the man behind you throws an arm around your neck, pulling you into his side and smiling down at you as he tells Arielle, "gonna order. Wait for us?"

Arielle smiles at you warmly, "of course Al just don't take to long."

And before you can say anything he's pulling you along forward to order. "I'll 'ave a earl grey creme and whatever the lady wants." His loose hold is the only reason I don't move away instantly. 

Al turns to you, a devilishly confident smile on his lips, the type people promising a good time and more trouble than their worth give, as he asks, "please go along with it for a couple of minutes?"

Not wanting to bother the man at the register by taking forever you add, "and a cafe au lait with oat milk." Before looking back at Al as he finally lets go and slides his card, "and what's in it for me?" 

He chuckles, "the coffee."

"Least you could do."

"Listening in on people's conversations is very rude love," Al says, wagging his finger playfully.

You snort. "Maybe you shouldn't have those conversations in public if you don't want people to overhear."

"It's just a couple of minutes love." His deep voice smooth as you both move to wait for your order. 

"All right," you nod, letting yourself be charmed by him. 

"I'm Alex."

You introduce yourself as well, finding it funny that everything seems to be going in the wrong order with you both. 

"So," Arielle asks, joining you both along with her fiancé. "Who's this Al?" She's light and genuine and you think it would be all to easy to be friends with her. 

"My girlfriend," Alex replies back casually, as if remarking on the weather. You roll your eyes at him. He's a terrible actor or maybe he's just that much of an arse. 

"That enthusiasm," you tease, putting your arm through his, "it's too much."

Alex shakes his head, smiling. 

"Are you two going to make it too my wedding," Arielle asks, "it's in Palm springs. Just a few hours from yours."

So he doesn't live in the city despite his accent and we won't ever have to talk about this again. It's a relief. Lets you ease up from whatever this was. It said something about Alex, despite his confident demeanor that he didn't want to be alone while his ex got married. 

"We shall see," he says noncommintantly. 

"Got to get going," she adds, "hope we can get lunch before I go back to LA or when we're in LA."

Alex looks like he would rather die than do either one of those things, so you answer for him. "Love too but maybe this weekends a little short notice." 

"Oh okay." She looks genuinely disappointed. They both leave and the barista calls your order out. Alex grabs them both. 

"Thank you love. Really saved my arse."

"It would've been easier just to tell the truth," you note. Lies got all tangled up quickly. 

He shrugs, "a lot less fun though." Alex finally takes off his aviators. It's frankly unfair. His wide brown eyes only adding to his already well formed features. A softness to them that ruins the idea that he's a debonair devil the way he fronts. 

"What are you going to do when she asks?"

"Lie."

"So she's your," You raise a brow.

"Ex. She wanted to get married and I-," he fiddled with the ring around his finger, a silver garish thing that he pulls off through sheer confidence, "I didn't want to."

"To marry her or get married at all?""

Her. . .both?" He pouts, looking into your eyes. 

"And what? You don't want to look like the loser in the breakup or are you actually regretting not marrying her." 

Alex runs a hand through his hair, ruinning the carefully done style. "No. I don't regret breaking up with her. I just. . .I guess I'm feeling particularly old today," he jokes. 

You shake your head. "Honestly I've been feeling old since I finished school." 

"So what about you love? Any boyfriends that I should worry about?"

Laughing, you explain, "not but it's me you should be worried about. Did years of krav maga."

"Really," Alex says, looking your small form over. You might have a full figure, but you also have lots of toned muscle. 

"Yeah. My dad was very into martial arts. Boxing was more his thing though. What about you Alex? Arielle said you lived in LA?"

Alex takes his time to answer, dipping from his drink. Looking thoughtfully around before replying. "I do have a place there."

"But?"

"But I'm currently staying in London. Thought a change of scenery might be nice."

"Are you like a drug dealer or something," you ask unable to help yourself. London was expensive. Let alone having a place in Los Angeles too. "Or some trust fund posh kid?"

Alex laughs, almost choking on his tea. Rubbing his nose bride, before looking over at you and laughing again. "Neither. I promise love. I'm a musician."

"So a rich kid," you state, "all the musicians I know are broke."

"A successful musician," he amends. 

"Like Beyoncé?"

"Not quite," Alex says shyly. It makes you even more curious, having to wrestle this information out of him. "What do you do for a living love?"

"I'm a tailor. Mostly do handmade stuff. I always liked sewing. Even as a kid. In college I made my clothes a lot of the times and sometimes had to stitch things up throughout the day." It had been embarrassing to have a seam unravel during class. 

"Tailors make the world go round," Alex notes, "Though the fittings are annoying, the results are undeniable." He puffs out his chest and straightens out his leather jacket. 

You laugh at his faux posh face, one you know very well from work. It took a certain type of customer to afford suits starting at 2000 pounds. "Most people ask if people really still need tailors what with poshmark and h&m."

We finish our drinks, easily going back and forth. Alex is charming and sweet. The lull between his responses worth it, his voice holding the same quality as a good dark chocolate and just as addicting. 

He tells you about LA, a place you've never been too. About music, going off on tangents about instruments and records you've never heard off and will be googling as soon as you get home. 

It's easy to fall into conversation with him. Telling him about your small family. Your sister still in uni. Your parents down by the coast. The amount of work you currently have, and all the ridiculous request you get from your customers. "I'm all for making people look as fit as they want me too and having clothes that make them feel good but there's a limit. No cut will make you loose ten stone. Of have you suddenly look twenty years younger."

"I admire your ability to but up with all those posh fookers."

"I do too. Not that everyone's bad. There's also business people that are more middle class but a good suit is everything. Counts for more than having twent my prada ones."

"Well," he states, finally leaning back and ending the magic of the afternoon, reality coming flooding back because you both have things to do and he's still just a stranger, "it's been lovely talking to you darling but I'm afraid I already made plans for tonight." 

"And I have errands to run before lazying about all day tomorrow." You might still make it to the bank if you rush. Hail a cab. 

"You've been the best fake girlfriend I could ask for."

"How many have you had Alex," you tease him, watching the heat rise to his cheeks. Feeling emboldened, you give him your number, scribbling it out on napkin, "in case you ever need a fake girlfriend. I hear it's much easier than a real one. Not that you look like you have any trouble getting women."

He smiles, looking over at you in amazement, as if he's not sure your real. That he'd been lucky to run into a woman like you while getting coffee. It was too entente of a gaze for you to hold for long. 

You look away, feeling surprised at yourself. It wasn't like you to hand out your number. But you hoped that you might see him again. That it wasn't just a one off. 

"See you around love." 

[illuminated-in-darkness]

Disco Princess

okay so full disclosure this was written mostly for a writing exercise/challenge I’m doing with my friend (@purple-blue-dinosaur) and it might be terrible and it’s definitely super cheesy but enjoy?? maybe?? hopefully?? anyway

Setting: Magic Shop, Shadowhunters

Prompt: “Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”

Tags: shenanigans, found family, magic bakery, bee gees, kitchen dancing, this wasn’t supposed to be romantic but look it might be the most saccharine thing I’ve ever written,

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           “Singing them love songs, singing them straight-to-the-heart songs,” Alec sang to himself quietly as he worked in the back of the bakery, mixing ingredients together with practiced ease.

“Who knew you were secretly a disco princess?”

Alec spun around at the sound of Magnus voice, finding him leaning against the doorframe, a grin on his face.

“Well you’d have to be pretty familiar with disco yourself to have recognized it in me,” Alec shot back.

“Touché,” Magnus replied as he walked toward him, lifting onto his tiptoes to kiss Alec quickly. “How has your day been?”

“Good,” Alec replied as he turned back to his ingredients. “I’m just preparing some dough so I can put it in the oven tomorrow morning.” He glanced at Magnus over his shoulder. “I should be done in a minute though.”

           “No rush, darling,” Magnus assured him as he hopped onto a clean part of the counter, content to watch Alec work as he chatted about his day.

           Alec had opened his bakery only a year ago, scraping together the funds to rent the space with the help of Magnus and his siblings. Clary and Simon pitched in as well, as had Maia. He had been overwhelmed by their generosity, and was since working to prove his success to the others as well as himself.  

           Alec had always enjoyed baking; the repetition of the process, the measuring and mixing and kneading of the dough in his hands. He found he was quite good at it too, and was soon experimenting with magic in his recipes. When he was able to soothe Max’s nervousness, lessen Jace’s soreness, and help Izzy sleep better, he was officially hooked.

           Now, so many years later, he had his own bakery where customers could purchase whatever magic they needed to make life just a little easier for them. And everything tasted divine. Alec wasn’t one to brag, but he also knew just how much effort he put into each of his recipes.

           Tonight everyone was coming over to celebrate the bakery’s first anniversary. Simon and Izzy had promised to bring takeout for dinner, Magnus was supplying the wine, and really Alec was glad that they had made their weekly dinners tradition. They had even started calling them family dinners – after all, at some point they all realized they had become each other’s family.

           “Hey, do you want to grab drink before the others get here?” Alec asked Magnus once he had out the dough away and washed up.

           “You know the way to my heart, Alexander,” Magnus replied, hopping off the counter but stopping in front of Alec before crossing over to the front of the shop with a whistle. “Damn.”

           Alec followed Magnus’ gaze to the window, where a veritable downpour was assaulting the side of the bakery. Alec turned back to face Magnus, who had a twinkle in his eye.

“Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”

Magnus leaned in with a smile, pressing his lips to Alec’s and loosely threading his fingers through the dark strands at the nape of his neck. Alec’s hands rose to cup Magnus’ jaw as he reciprocated, memorizing his cheekbones with his thumbs. Magnus’ whole body seemed to sigh into the gesture, lowering from his tiptoes, Alec automatically leaning down in response. Magnus eventually pulled away, giving Alec a final peck before nestling his head against Alec’s shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, Alec resting his head against Magnus’, arms around each other, silently reconnecting, their breaths coming to match.

           Alec was starting to think he could fall asleep like this when the front door blew open and then slammed shut.

“Wow, it’s really coming down!”

Alec recognized Izzy’s voice, followed by several others.

He and Magnus had startled upright at the sudden sound, and now untangled their arms as they moved to meet the others, Alec squeezing Magnus’ hand before stepping into the front of the shop, Magnus right behind him.

“We’ve got takeout!” Simon announced, lifting the bags in his hands when he spotted Alec and Magnus.

“Wait, put those on the table before you get them more wet – your jacket is dripping everywhere,” Clary said as she slipped out of her rain boots.

“We’re all dripping everywhere, Fray,” Simon shot back at his best friend, setting the food on the table anyway.

Alec waited for rain-soaked jackets to be shucked off before moving to hug his family, Jace and Maia helping to set the food on the table while Alec procured places and cutlery.

Once everyone was settled, Izzy lifted her wineglass.

“A toast to Alec for one year of this amazing bakery. May you continue to bring joy to people’s lives and may this bakery see many more anniversaries!”

“Cheers!” Everyone chorused, clinking glasses.

“And may we continue to get free baked goods with the family discount!” Jace added, a pleased grin on his face as the others laughed.

The evening continued as most family dinners did, with teasing and catching up and a little gossiping (Maia’s petty co-worker had finally been fired for her incompetence). Though Alec took a few chances to make a dig at Jace or congratulate Clary on her newest piece of art sold, he mostly enjoyed being able to sit in the warmth of the room, basking in the family he would have never thought he’d come to call his own.

Once everyone had said their goodbyes for the night, Alec found himself loading the dishwasher, Magnus bringing him the dirty plates from the table. As he finished up and set the appliance to run, he turned to see Magnus fiddling with Alec’s phone.

“What are you doing?” he asked, curious.

Magnus smiled mischievously, though Alec noted a splash of colour on his cheeks as well.

“Come here, disco princess.”

With a tap of his thumb, Magnus set down Alec’s phone on the counter and the sweet synth of How Deep is Your Love filled the room. Magnus reached out a hand toward him, and Alec’s gaze softened as he pulled Magnus close, swaying easily to the ballad.

“I wanna feel you in my arms again…” Alec heard Magnus sing, head pressed against his chest.

Alec felt his smile widen, letting out a soft chuckle.

“So maybe I’m a disco princess too,” Magnus confessed, pulling away just enough to look up at Alec as they continued dancing around the kitchen.

“’Cause we’re living in a world of fools, breaking us down…” Alec held Magnus’ gaze as he sang the words, breaking off at the end of the chorus to press a gentle kiss to Magnus’ lips. When he pulled away, he was surprised to find tears in his eyes.

“Sorry,” he laughed, succeeding only in making the tears run onto his cheeks. “I guess disco brings out the sap in me.”

He made to wipe his hand across his face, but instead Magnus brushed his tears aside with his thumbs. He stroked the back of his hand against his face, and Alec found himself leaning into the gesture as fresh tears rose to his eyes.

           “What is it?” Magnus asked quietly.

           Alec shook his head, holding Magnus’ gaze.

           “I guess I just never thought I could be this happy,” Alec admitted. “I never thought that I’d find you, or our ridiculous family that I love, or be able to do work I’m good at while helping people.”

           Alec took a deep breath, unsteady on the inhale but sure on the exhale.

           “Alexander,” Magnus whispered tenderly, his hand stilled in place.

           “I love you, Magnus,” Alec said earnestly, much too earnestly.

           But Magnus only smiled at him contentedly.

           “I love you too, Alexander.”

           Magnus wrapped his arms loosely around Alec’s neck, and Alec let his arms fall to Magnus’ waist. They continued to sway to the music, both singing along.

When the ballad turned into a disco dance song, they let out their grooviest moves, laughing at themselves in the half-lit kitchen as the rain continued to pour down.