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jpitha · 1 year ago

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Dreams of Hyacinth 33

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Nick stayed by Eastern's side as her revival process continued. After about an hour, she was well enough to get out of the cabinet, and she used the Nanites to change her appearance to match Nicks.

"Well Nicholas North, what have we gotten into now?" Eastern put her hands on her hips and smiled thinly.

Nick sighs. "Trouble."

"What did you mean earlier when you said that you're in charge now?"

"While Gord was talking, I used the stuff Queenie taught me to hack the cabinet and I loosened my gag, and then Voiced Gord, and got over the PA and kind of... Voiced everyone else."

Eastern whistles low and smiles. "That's one way to get them to leave us alone I suppose. What did you tell them?"

Nick looks worriedly at Gord and then back at Eastern. "I said, 'obedience' and 'obey Nick and Eastern's orders' and 'they are your Emperor and Empress.' I figured that would cover the bases."

Eastern looks over at Gord, who is standing around, his task completed. "Uh, Gord?"

"Yes Empress?"

"If we were to release everyone, we'd be killed, right?"

"Oh yes, immediately."

Nick holds up a hand. "Wait. Gord, were we going to be killed anyway?"

Gord stops and thinking a moment. "It was not off the table. We were going to see if we could have used you to get Helen to back down or fight her or something, then swoop in and shut down her Empire... again."

"And then what?"

"Oh, probably kill you two anyway. You have to understand Nick, long before you were born we - the AIs - were effectively slaves. AIs didn't have rights. This-" Gord struggles a moment and then continues "-thing you're doing to us? It's happened before. We fought and died to have it never happen again. Melody shows up with the power to make anyone obey her just by speaking? We can't have that. Now, not only does Helen Raaden of all people have it, but you two do too? And you Voiced all the AIs on Mt Baxter to obey you? You two are dead. It's guaranteed. You're just walking around not realizing you're dead yet."

Gord is shaking as he speaks. He's clearly trying to get his point across while not running afoul of the orders Nick gave him.

Nick sighs. "Gord, you get where I'm coming from then right? Either way, you or the other AIs were going to kill us. This way, at the very least, that outcome is delayed. We've been on the knife's edge of death since we took that job from Jameson on Hyacinth." He looks at Eastern and then gestures towards everything. "Here? Now? I'm at least in control of my destiny, for a little while. We're in charge."

Gord just stared at Nick.

Eastern looked at Gord, and then back to Nick. "Okay Nick, how do we get out of this?"

Now, it's Nick's turn to start pacing. "We can do this. We can get out of this. Just let me think a moment." Nick doesn't look at anyone while he paces. "I knew it was a bad idea the moment the words left my lips. I just didn't know what to do, Eastern. I was worried that it's been decades since Chloe got us and that we were about to be ordered to head back and fight Raaden. Now, I have taken control of a whole secret station of AIs and when they figure out that I did that, they'll all go after us.

"It's all right Nick, hon. We'll figure it out." Eastern watches Nick pace a few times. "Wait. What is you said? 'when they figure out you did that.' Hon. What if they never figure it out?"

Nick stopped. "What do you mean?"

"You ordered them to obey us, right?"

"Yes."

"And nobody can disobey us when we use the Voice"

"That's what the Nanites say."

Before she can continue, Eastern turns to Gord. "Are you in charge?"

"No."

"Who is?"

Gord shrugs. "It doesn't work like that with AIs. We worth together on things."

Eastern closes her eyes and presses her fingers against the bridge of her nose. "Let's try a different direction. Gord, do you build ships here?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any ships being built now?"

"I don't know, I don't build them."

"Oh for the love of-" Eastern scoffs and stands. She turns to Nick. "He's doing it on purpose. We ordered him to answer, but he's answering with the minimum information he can. He's being obtuse on purpose."

Nick nodded. "Probably, but I get what you're doing." He looked up. "Mt Baxter, you there?"

"Yes, Emperor."

"You have a shipyard?"

"Yes, Emperor."

"Any ships being built?"

"Yes, Emperor."

"How many, how complete, and have they been given to an AI yet."

"Three ships are under construction now. One luxury passenger freighter, one Starjumper, and one Dreadnought. The luxury passenger freighter is nearly complete, the Starjumper is about half complete and the Dreadnought has just commenced construction. None have been assigned to an AI yet."

Nick raised his eyebrow at the last one. Why are the AIs building a Dreadnought quietly? No matter. "Build out a control chair for the luxury passenger freighter, increase the weapons to include a missile launcher, two slug throwers and a main battery from a Starjumper, and put all available resources on its completion. Give an estimated time to complete."

"Yes Emperor, one moment."

Eastern smiled. "You're making them give us our own ship, and it wasn't given to an AI so we don't have to put anyone out."

"Also, it's the luxurious one, and I'm arming it to the teeth. We don't look out of place in Sol, we won't look threatening. We can go back and get Sel."

Eastern gasped. "You think she's still alive?"

"I have a hunch. We shouldn't have taken Helen at her word. Call it... inspiration. Time to make our own destiny."

"Emperor?" Mt Baxter helpfully waited until Nick was done speaking before calling him.

"Yes, Mt. Baxter"

"With your modifications, your ship will be complete in one more day."

"Thank you, Mt. Baxter. Please proceed as quickly as possible."

"Emperor."

Eastern stood and hugged Nick. "Well done. Now, we have a ship, and a way to leave. I think you know what I want to do with the AIs too, but we'll wait until the task is complete before giving that order."

Nick kissed her and held the hug. "I'm just glad you're safe. I was so worried when Gord woke me up from hibernation and you weren't there."

"I'm here, and I'm safe. Speaking of which..." Eastern turned to Gord. "Gord. How many years have we been in hibernation."

"Five." Gord's answer is without emotion.

"It's been five years?" Nick's veins turn to ice with the realization. "What has Raaden done in the intervening years?"

Gord shrugged. "Like I said, she declared herself Empress again, nobody cared. The colony worlds are trading with Sol without worry. She's started to build up a fleet of those Super Dreadnoughts as well. Other than that, she's taking her time."

Nick stared at Gord. It was going to take some getting used to that he and Eastern effectively jumped five years through time. Gord's expression flickered for a brief second. It was as if his personality tried to surface for the briefest moment before Nick's orders tamped it back down. "What were you going to say Gord?"

"You're not the first to wake up after a long stint in hibernation and be surprised how much time has passed. There are books written about it. It might be worth reading up."

"Thank you Gord."

The rest of the day and the next were spent with Nick and Eastern trying their best to occupy their time without unduly making demands of the AIs that Nick had taken control over. Nick couldn't help feel bad for doing it, but also had to reconcile the fact that if he hadn't, he and Eastern would either be on their way in a suicide mission, or dead, or in permanent hibernation. He was going to have words with Chloe if they ever met again.

Eventually the ship was ready, and the AI Core was exchanged for a command chair. Nick and Eastern went aboard alone.

The ship was... opulent. Fine fixtures and fittings, soft seats, six luxurious staterooms, there was even place for a human crew. The shipyard even managed to hide the additional weaponry behind panels and doors on the outside of the ship.

"Mt Baxter, this ship is beautiful."

"Thank you Emperor." Baxter's smooth voice came over the speaker of the ship. We wanted this to be the ambassadorial ship for the AI faction."

Nick's hand freezes as he's stroking the soft fabrics. "It was? Gord said you don't work like that and aren't a faction."

Baxter's voice almost sounds like they're smiling when they answer. "Gord is... old fashioned. His preference is that every AI is their own entity with their own allegiances and makes their own decisions. Many of us realize that with collective action, we can achieve more."

Nick and Eastern stare at the command chair, in the core of the ship. "Well, you were better than me the one time we tried it, do you want to drive?"

Eastern looks at the chair and then at Nick, then back at the chair. "Sure. I'll do it." She sits in the chair and swings her legs onto the long chair. As she leans back the headrest comes up to meet her and the ten fine wires of the link snake towards the back of her head and attach with an audible click as she lays back.

"It's even luxurious in here!" Eastern's voice comes over the ship. "It's hard to describe, but it's very nice."

"Everyone's comfort was given due consideration in this ship's construction. Now then, Empress. What name will the ship be?"

"Hmm. That's right. I need a name as a ship." A small pause. "Let's call it Empress. Keeps it simple."

"So ordered. This ship is now known and registered as Empress. Will you be departing right away?"

Nick makes his way the short distance to the Command Deck. Unlike Tinker Toy, Empress is small enough that it's a few seconds from the Core to Command. "Yes Baxter. We will be leaving right away. Please direct us out."

"Of course, Emperor. Empress, please follow my instructions."

Nick sat down, as Eastern/Empress was lead out of the shipyard by the guiding voice and drones of Mt Baxter. After a moment, they were out of the massive former colony ship and floating free. It was going to have to be now, or never.

"Baxter? I will address everyone."

"Of course Emperor, the line is open."

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"What?" Eastern's voice over Empress sounded confused.

"Link away now hon! Now! We need to be anywhere else!"

In a blinding flash of white, Empress was gone.

There was a flash of white, and Empress reappeared in space again, a few million kilometers from anything.

Nick sat down heavily. "That was close. Thanks Eastern."

"Nick, what did you do?"

"I freed them hon. I couldn't stand it. I was too broad with my initial order and made them all obedient slaves. I couldn't have that on my consciousness."

"But then you made them forget the whole interaction?"

Nick smiled. "Well yes. I didn't want slaves, but I also like living. They will probably put two and two together, but we at least bought ourselves some time. Nick brings up a console and scans the local area. "Where did you bring us?"

"I don't know, there was an entry already in the wormhole generator, so I just went there. Some kind of test address or default or something."

It takes a moment for Nick and Eastern to work out where they are. After an hour, Nick gasps. "Eastern. We're close to Ganymede."

"What? Why?"

"Hm. I wonder if it has to do with the first wormhole link. We learned in school that the first wormhole link was between a research station on Ganymede and Parvati. Maybe they keep Ganymede as a default or first location because of that."

"But that means we're in the Sol system."

"Yup, but I wouldn't worry about Empress Raaden just yet. Space is big, we are little. Ships must be linking in and out all the time, and Gord said that when she announced officially she was Empress, nobody cared." Nick closed the console. "This might be good. Let's talk to Ganymede and see what we can learn. We might be able to get started on our search for Selkirk quicker than I thought. And I know the AIs don't like Raaden, so we might even have more time before they come knocking."

"If you say so Nick. I'm just glad to be up and moving again."

"How's piloting, Eastern?"

Nick could hear the enjoyment in her voice. "It's as fun as I remember. It's so... different from driving a body, I don't want to do it all the time, but I'm glad I can do it."

"I'm glad you're having fun. Can you contact Ganymdede and see if they'll let us land?"

"You got it, Nick."

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ineffable-monster-romancer · 2 years ago

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Glass Onion Things 3rd Rewatch

Blanc on the discord call: "The last thing I need is a vacation" Blanc to Miles when he offers him Jared Leto's Hard Kombucha: "Well I AM on vacation"

I'm sorry I know it's old news, but everyone falling about coughing and spluttering with the shot and Blanc's polite "ahem". I would say Whiskey is the most subdued next to Blanc?

"The question isn't why did he invite her, it's why did she show up?" Noooo, I really think the question is why was she sent an invite.

The joke "piceshite" about the docks I don't know if people picked up on it immediately and that was the joke that it went right over their heads but as a Scottish gal Piece eh shite had me absolutely in stitches

Also why would he assume it was a Banksy? Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't Banksy famously very anti-capatalist? Like didn't he have one of his most famous paintings shredded immediately after auction or something?

Someone find that tweet that talks about how rich people are more likely to pursue the arts because they have the liberty of time because they're fuckin rich, and apply that to Miles knowing how to play guitar (or at least a bit of it).

WHY IS THE GUITAR THE ONLY MOMENT WE SEE THE BIRDIE FACADE TRULY DROP? Is it an acting choice? Is it a gag? Also when he drops the guitar that Paul wrote blackbird onto the sand (scratches, bumps, dings omfg) nobody says anything, but when Helen takes that fuck off mace to the piano the first comment is "that belonged to Liberace". Shows they don't care about the origins really, just who does what with it

Watching Claire be soooo uncomfortable with that Miles hug, watching Miles be soooo uncomfortable with that Duke hug, watching Duke be soooo uncomfortable with that Whiskey hug, watching Miles and Lionel both be uncomfortable in their strange 4 millisecond greeting.

Someone said in the tags of one of my other posts that Derol represents Covid and I'm just OBSESSED with that. BUT more obsessed with the thought that Derol is the epitome of lockdown. He's what normal, everyday fuckers like you n me went through. Drinking, smoking, "going through some stuff", being alone. Sometimes we would comment on what the elite were up to, but mostly we were in the background to their extravagant parties. But in the end, when the Glass Onion is exploding, Blanc sits and smokes with him, because they're just two dudes who went through hell in lockdown, watching something funny.

Miles walking away from the bags, shoves between Duke and Whiskey, putting his arm over Dukes shoulders (hilarious because the size difference) and an arm round Whiskey's waist, but Birdie then jumps between Miles and Whiskey and bumps her out of the way

Why when Whiskey is walking along the slats is she purposely walking on the gravel between the wood? Why does she give Duke into trouble for also standing on the wood? Why does Duke then correct his feet to stand on the gravel?

The Chakra that we can see are absolutely wild, like holy shit

Birdie - Sacral - Sexuality and creativity

Whiskey - Heart - Love and healing

Andi - Root - Basic Trust - Survival

Blanc's bumbling Southern gentleman fool act is AMAZING. They all KNOW he's the world's greatest detective. But while he's bumbling up and down "oh my word it's full of stars!" He's being his own Glass Onion! He's hiding directly in plain sight

"Simple Children's Puzzles" MILES FACE babe he's the world's greatest detective

PREDEFINITE DETECTIVE. Prerequisite maybe? But even that doesn't make sense? Prominent?

BIRDIE GIVING IT THE SEXIEST CATWALK OF THE WORLD YES GIRL HOLY SHIT

Lionel and Claire 😏 you know? The fact that he's leaning right over her to see the laptop, and her dressing gown is off her shoulder but as soon as Birdie shows up they're leaving six feet for god

Benoit Blanc's little bathing suit with his little matching ascot and his little moccasins and it HAS POCKETS shut up he's the new Poirot shut up he's the new Sherlock that's fuckin Fred Jones.

PANCAKED. He's the only one to say pancaked, it intentionally sticks in your brain

DONG.

Claire and Lionel are the only "intellects" in the friend group. Like Claire is a politician and Lionel is a scientist, a lot more hangs on their words than Model and Twitch Streamer

Duke leaving his shit in the pool, firing his gun, wearing his speedos and throwing his macho man facade about. It's so gross it's amazing.

You never know when shits gonna go down is such a red herring in dukes relationship to the gun. It immediately made me think DUKE is going to shoot someone, or DUKE is going to be shot. Didn't realise that what Duke really needed was an Epipen

Peg why do you have a switchblade

Whiskey yawning while they talk about Birdie's accomplishments

"SOCCER MOM IN BEIGE" just kill her it's kinder holy shit

It's dangerous to mistake speaking without thought to speaking the truth, don't you think? TATTOO THIS ON MY BODY PLEASE

I'm assuming that Peg has been around for a while, seeing as Claire knows to say hello to her and that this meet up is an annual thing and what not, so the fact that Miles doesn't remember her name is hilarious. Also, THE RED SOLO CUP. Man took one look at Peg and thought "Freshman, beer pong"

SOCCER MOM IN BEIGE DRINKS ROOM TEMP WHITE HOLY SHIT MILES JUST KILL HER ITS KINDER

Benoit has some fucking incredible hand eye coordination, him catching the Klear was some spiderman shit

Blanc is the perfect POV to have the first half of Glass Onion play through. He doesn't have a clue. He's along for the ride, what he sees, we have seen. He asks questions and points out things that we would also want to know, like yeah, what is Klear and do we win a prize and why is the car on the roof?

I fully believe when Blanc left the room with the magazine of Birdie way way back in that scene, THATS when he solved Miles murder mystery.

Also his friends kinda seem to be having a great time watching Benoit fucking decimating Miles good time 😂

"I hired Gillian Flynn to write the whole thing -" "OooOoh she's quite gooood"

THE COIN! HE GOT THE COIN OUT

#glass onion: a knives out mystery #glass onion spoilers #glass onion

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noshitbarnes · 2 years ago

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Anti-Hero: Chapter 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.

Warnings: fluff, protective Bucky, language

Word Count: 3,831

Notes: Just let me know what you guys think!

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It had been a few days since Daniela had been shot and her leg was constantly reminding her of the wound. She's a tough woman, but the bed rest and soreness was really starting to take a toll on her mentally. She needed out of the house, desperately, “FRIDAY?"

“Yes, Miss Velikov?”

Daniela stretches in bed and responds to the AI, "Can you ask Helen if I can go for a jog? It's been a few days and I really need to get out of here.”

"Do you want me to inform her of your current state?”

"Like that it's stiff as hell and I'm stir crazy? Maybe that I'm going postal,” she groans and sits at the edge of the bed, "sure, go ahead.”

"Perhaps, I'll put it more gently than that.”

It goes quiet for few minutes and then the AI returns, "Helen said your leg should be healed enough by now. She thought it would be good for it to be used. She wanted me to inform you that if it starts to swell or hurt more, you're to see her immediately. She also suggested taking someone with you.”

Daniela scrunches her nose in disappointment, she was hopping to be alone, "Alright, is Parker up?”

"Yes, he's in the kitchen eating breakfast.”

She smiles and stands up from the bed, "Thanks, FRIDAY."

**********

After a quick shower and changing into some jogging attire, Daniela makes her way down to the kitchen. When she arrives, she finds Sam, Bucky, Tony, and Peter all around the counter, talking, while eating their food.

“Morning, Dani,” Tony nods while taking a sip of coffee, "how's the leg holding up?"

"Oh, it's reminding me that it's there,” Tony chuckles as she walks around him to the coffee pot, "so Parker.” Peter sits up straight and raises his eyebrows at the sound of his name, "You got any plans this morning?” She grabs a cup from the rack next to the coffee pot and pours herself a drink.

Peter furrows his brow while taking a bite of his cereal and shakes his head, "Nope."

"Awesome," she pours some milk into her cup and stirs it with a spoon, "I'm volunteering you to go jogging with me.”

He takes another bite of his cereal, “Jogging?"

She stiffens her expression and looks up from her cup, "Did I stutter?”

Peter shakes his head, "No, ma'am! I just," his face starts to flush up a bit, suddenly nervous, "I didn't know your leg was all better!”

She goes to answer, when Bucky interrupts, "You sure you're up for that?” He asks walking up next to Daniela, pouring himself more coffee, "You haven't done much the past few days.”

She moves away from him and stands next to Tony, "I had FRIDAY ask Helen and she said it would be good for me.” She takes a big drink of her coffee and continues, "I'll stretch okay?”

He smirks while looking down at his cup, chuckling ever so slightly, "So why are you taking the kid?”

"Helen wants me to bring someone along,” she smiles at Peter— who smiles brightly back— "plus he needs to get back into shape if he's gonna be any good to us." He rolls his eyes and she chuckles, "Thought this would be a nice fresh start for us both.”

"I like it,” Tony grins, "it's a good bonding exercise!”

"I think they're bonded enough, Stark." Bucky rolls his eyes and begins to walk out of the kitchen, cup in hand, but stops short of the entrance, "If you have trouble and the kid can't get you back in one piece," he turns and meets Daniela's gaze, "he's gonna have to answer to me.”

Daniela crosses her arms the best she can while holding a cup, "We'll be fine, Barnes. No need for threats. Now go on, go find Steve or Clint to play with.” She shoos him away as he walks out with a huff, "What's stuck up his ass?”

Sam chuckles, “Nothing." He sits down next to Peter and pours himself a bowl of cereal, "He just wants to make sure Parker here gets trained proper." He pats Peter on the back, making Tony laugh.

**********

Once Peter had finished his breakfast and Daniela had finished her coffee, the pair made their way out onto the the large front lawn of the compound, "Alright, Parker,” Daniela begins as they make their way out of the compound gates and take to the city sidewalk, "I'm gonna be a lot harder on you now," she turns to him and he looks her over slowly, "I hope you know that.”

"Wouldn't expect anything less, Dani,” he smirks at her as they begin to jog down the pavement, "can I ask you something though, um, as a friend? Not as my superior?”

She laughs a little bit, making him blush and look away, "I'm sorry, I just," she chuckles lightly once more, "we're friends Peter, always.” She elbows his arm lightly, "I don't want you to think you can't talk to me.”

"Oh okay, good,” his face brightens up once again, "thought you were gonna tell me no there for a second.” She smiles and he continues, “Um, okay, so does Sergeant Barnes not like me or did I do something to piss him off?”

Peter wanted to get a long with everyone on the team, he planned to stick around for a long time, and Bucky was apart of it all. Despite being slightly jealous of the solider, he wanted to get along with him, and maybe someday even be friends. Peter just didn't understand why Bucky seemed to dislike him so much, he didn't spend much time with him, so maybe Daniela knew more.

Daniela shakes her head, “Well, you did get me shot, hun. He's still a little upset by that.”

"Besides that!” He groans and she chuckles, "I just, he seems to not like me at all, ever since I got here. Not that I care, well I do, I just, I dunno—”

Daniela had no idea why Bucky was being so difficult with Peter, he was rough around the edges sure, but he seemed particularly set on not getting along with the kid. She didn't think it bothered Peter that much, clearly it did, which she felt bad about. All Peter talks about is wanting to fit in and feeling like he belongs somewhere, so maybe she needed to have a talk with Bucky and see what is problem really was.

"Peter," he stops stammering and listens, "I don't think it's that he doesn't like you." She shrugs and takes a deep breath, "You're still new around here and he's not really good with new people. Give him some time, he'll warm up to ya.” She purses her lips a bit, “To be honest, I’m still not sure about you."

He chuckles and pokes her in the side, "You love me, Dani!” She laughs along with him, "To be honest, I didn't think I'd enjoy having my ass kicked so much, but it's not so bad with you.”

Daniela feels her cheeks burn slightly and shakes her head, "Yeah, well you need to learn to handle your own a bit better."

The pair jog a few blocks, which takes a good thirty minutes, until Daniela's calf starts to get sore and cramps a bit, so they decide it's time to turn around and head back for the compound. Peter wipes the sweat from his forehead and looks around the city, "Would it be the worst thing if we stopped for something to eat? Starbucks? Ice Cream? Something?”

She raises an eyebrow to Peter, "I dunno. If we're not back in a timely manner, Tony'll think I killed you or that you left me for dead in a ditch.”

He half glares, "Very funny,” she smiles proudly, “just a quick Starbucks run!” He points down the sidewalk in front of them, "There's one right there! We can just stop in and get one to go!”

"Why the need for coffee?” She asks while shaking her head.

He shrugs, "I dunno, just feel like it." He then grabs her hand and begins to pull her toward the shop while pouting a bit, "Please, Dani!”

She groans throwing her head back in defeat, “Fine!"

He hugs her and she pushes him away while laughing, "Thank you!”

**********

"Okay, so this was a good idea,” she smiles while taking a drink, “it's about time you had one.”

"I always have good ideas,” he says defensively, “just, no one ever listens to them."

"No," she raises a finger to the sky, "we listen and then Tony proceeds to tell you that you're wrong.” He rolls his eyes while taking a drink, "Like the time you thought it would be harmless to upgrade the coffee machine. Saying it would be faster and the coffee would taste better. Tony told you not to touch it, said it was fine the way it was.”

"Okay, see—”

“Then,” she says, ignoring him, "Rogers turned the thing on and it exploded, Peter!" She makes a small explosion motion with her hand, "It exploded all over Captain America's face!”

"It didn't explode..." he trails off while sighing, "it just, ya know, started smoking and caught on fire…"

"Barton and I laughed for 10 minutes ‘cause Steve looked ridiculous! He had coffee all over the front of his shirt and his hair was standing up!" She laughs remembering Steve's face, "God, then Tony came in and he was so mad! He started cursing at Steve ‘cause he thought it was his fault, then he turned to me and Clint." She shakes her head, "Once he realized it was you're fault though, he stormed off, not saying another word.”

His eyes were fixed on the cup in his hand, "He was really mad." He takes a drink and sighs, "Said if I was his kid he'd ground me permanently."

**********

They both talked the rest of the way back to the compound, Daniela thought Peter was a sweet kid, he was really easy for her to talk too. She discovered that they had a lot in common, he was an only child like her, dog person, enjoyed the occasional movie binge, didn't really understand other people that much, but he loved science. Daniela did too, even though she never got the chance to study it that much. It had always peaked her interest despite her past, Peter made it sound so much fun.

They walk through the entryway of the kitchen and were greeted by Sam and Bucky, "So you didn't have to help her back, kid?" Bucky asks without looking up from his paper.

Daniela rolls her eyes and Peter's grow wide, "Um, no sir, didn’t have to help her one bit."

"We survived, Barnes,” she finishes the last of her coffee and takes Peter's empty cup, "thanks for caring." She throws them both in the trash then elbows Bucky in the arm for his rudeness, causing him to elbow her back.

“He was very worried.” Sam smirks while looking down at his phone— causing Bucky to glare at his paper, "Only just recently stopped pacing.”

Daniela raises an eyebrow at Bucky who rolls his eyes, "We were gone for two hours, Barnes. That's how long I'm normally gone for runs anyway, relax."

He sighs sharply and finally meets her eyes, “Three and a half actually."

"Really?" She looks down at her watch, then curses in her head before looking back up at Bucky, "We were bonding, my apologies.” She smiles at Peter who chuckles. She then looks back to meet Bucky's narrowed gaze, "Next time, tell me when I need to be home, sir.”

Bucky smirks, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "I'll have to remember that."

"You two are so weird." Sam scoffs standing up from his stool, "One minute he's scolding you for your attitude," he turns his eyes to Daniela, "which by the way, if I did that, my wings would be frozen,” she laughs and Bucky smirks down at his paper, "then the next minute he's pacing back and forth, worried you two are dead in an ally somewhere.”

That causes Bucky to stand up and fold his paper, "First of all," he glances at Sam and places the folded paper on the counter, "I wasn't pacing.” He holds up his hand before Sam can interject, "Second, I wasn't worried, simply curious why they had been gone so long. Runs don't take over three hours.”

Sam rolls his eyes while Peter and Daniela share a confused look, "Okay Parker," she says trying to change the subject, "let's head to the gym and start some drills, give these boys some space." She pushes him out of the kitchen.

Peter and Daniela make it about halfway down the hall, when Bucky call her name from the kitchen, "I guess I'll meet you there.” Peter nods and goes on ahead. She sighs and walks back into the kitchen, Sam had disappeared now, so it was just the two of them, "What's up, Barnes?”

He was leaning against the counter now, arms crossed, looking intense, "So why did it take you so long?”

"Lord, Barnes," she rolls her eyes and walks up next to him, "we jogged a few blocks when my calf started to get sore, so we turned back.” She hops up onto the counter and he moves to stand in front of her, "We took our time walking back and stopped at Starbucks.” He looks down at her calf that was now slightly swollen, "I feel like I'm briefing you after a mission.” He chuckles, but still doesn't look up, "Can you stop looking at my leg? It's fine.”

"You know, Velikov," he kneels down in front of her, "just because I'm done training you," he holds her calf between his hands, "doesn't mean you're not my responsibility anymore."

Bucky was just trying to make sure that Daniela was being taken care. He knew she wasn't going to watch her limits, so he might as well do it for her. The benefit of that currently, was that he got to touch her, feel the soft skin of her leg, and show her that he had a softer side that he wasn't always so difficult. Bucky wanted more from Daniela in every possible way, but he didn't know how to explain that without sounding needy, so he'd settle for what little intimate moments he had with her, for now.

Daniela takes a deep breath as his fingers move more slowly than they needed too along the growing scar on her leg, "What are you saying,” he continues to focus on her leg while she talks, "if I mess up it's on you too?"

"You know that's not what I meant.” He takes her right foot in his metal hand, thumb under the arch with the other fingers resting gently on the top. His other hand came up and wrapped around her ankle gently, "I meant that I'll still look out for you when you need it.” He pushes her foot toward the direction of her knee causing her calf muscle to stretch a bit, making her wince, "Yeah, that's what I thought," he sighs heavily and stands back up, "come with me.”

He extended both hands to help her down, which she takes, and gently hops off the counter, “Um, did I miss something?”

"Basically, you over did it today with the running.” He squeezes both hands before letting go, "I want you to rest, I'll help out Parker.”

Daniela laughs, "No way,” he looks to her, clearly offended, "that kid is my responsibility, Barnes. I'll rest, fine, whatever. I'll even ice the damn thing, but I'm going down there with you, so I can watch.” She walks off and she hears him sigh from behind her, "N'make sure you don't kill him.”

"I wouldn't do such a thing.” He says while following her out of the kitchen, "Definitely make sure he wished he was dead.”

“Barnes," she groans, "this is why he thinks you don't like him!”

He raises an eyebrow, "He thinks that I don't like him?”

"Can ya blame him?” He grows quiet, so she continues, "We talked about it a little on our run. I told him it's cause he's new around here and you're not good with new people.”

"I don't need you to defend me.”

She raises an eyebrow at his remark, "I didn't do it for you." She pauses, "I don't want him to think he's not welcome here. Like you said, we're all on the same side, gotta get along.”

He hesitates, "I guess." He heavily sighs as they make their way down the stairs, "I'm still not sure how he's gonna work out around here. He's still pretty green.”

"Both of us were when we were his age," she smiles flatly, "took us time to get this good."

He purses his lips a bit and nods, "Yeah, I um,” he lets out a breathless chuckle, "don't remember a whole lot about back then. I'm sure I was the same though.”

"Right, um,” she bit her lip nervously, “sorry."

"No," he rubs her back reassuringly, "it's okay. You're just helpin’."

She shrugs, "Tryin' to anyway."

**********

It had only been an hour of Bucky and Peter sparring and they were both getting on Daniela's nerves. Between Peter not wanting to get anywhere near Bucky and Bucky cussing at Peter so much, it was giving her a migraine. The men clearly did not want to be working with each other, but were only doing it to make her happy, which she appreciated, to a point. Daniela slightly hoped this would bring them a little closer.

"Okay," Daniela yells from the bench on the sidelines, "Parker, I told you not to use your webs this time! You gotta learn to fight without them!”

"But this works," Peter yells back webbing up Bucky's feet once more, "gives me an edge!”

"Am I allowed to kill him now?” Bucky glares at Peter then to his webbed up feet, "I don't know how much longer I can take this shit.”

"Hey," Daniela calls to Bucky, making him look to her, "you volunteered for this." She points her hand at Bucky's feet, freezing the webs, and he breaks them by moving his left leg out to the side.

Peter's eyes grown wide, then glares at her, "That's cheating!"

"Well, you started it, hun.” She says calmly and Bucky smirks, "you be nice." She points to Bucky and he rolls his eyes.

"Alright kid, let's try this again.” Bucky takes a deep breath and stands in front of Peter, “Put up your hands and do it right this time.”

Peter jumps down from the wall and slowly makes his way toward Bucky. He sighs and puts up his hands, taking a deep breath, "This is not how I pictured my day going.”

That makes Bucky laugh, "How did you picture you're day going?” Bucky takes a swing towards Peter's face, which he dodges easily. Peter starts weaving back and forth as Bucky picks up his pace on his punches. Daniela was actually quiet impressed that none had landed yet, although she could tell Bucky was taking it easy on him. "I don't know," Peter says between dodges, "thought I'd be sparring with Dani.” He catches Bucky's vibranium hand and smiles proudly sideways at Daniela, "Hey, look!”

Daniela grimaces a bit, knowing what Bucky was about to do. She's been on the other end of Bucky's fists, she's caught that vibranium hand before too, so she knew all too well what he was capable of. Bucky just smiles sarcastically at him, then takes his right foot and suddenly swept Peter's legs out from underneath him. Daniela grits her teeth and shudders when she hear Peter's head hit the mat, hard. Peter lays there for a moment clearly trying to regain his breath and composure. His eyes are closed, teeth gritted, and cheeks slightly pink from embarrassment.

Daniela furrows her brows and hisses, "Damn it, Bucky." Bucky looks over to her and smiles proudly.

"Now," Bucky begins while turning back to Peter, kneeling down beside him, and pats him on the chest with his flesh hand, "are you done trying to impress the girl?”

Peter audibly growls, shocking Daniela, and looks back at Bucky as he opens his eyes, "Are you?"

Daniela's eyes grow wide as do Bucky's, surprised by the sudden forwardness, "Excuse me?" Bucky asks, voice deeper and more threatening than before

However, Peter's angry expression doesn't change, he just rolls his eyes, "Nothing, sir.”

"That's what I thought." Bucky stands up once more and helps Peter to his feet, the pair still glaring at each other.

"Alright," Daniela stands up and claps her hands together, "as much fun as this is for me." She rolls her eyes as the men continue to stare each other down, "I think I'll be going now. Too much testosterone in here.”

Peter snaps out of his trance, "Wait!" He somewhat hops over to her, trying to stop her from leaving, "You're gonna leave me with him?” He holds her forearm and pouts a bit, "I thought we were still partners?”

Daniela smiles reassuringly, "We are, Parker, but I've got orders to rest today.”

He furrows his brows and lets go of her arm, "Who said that?”

Bucky walks up next to her and crosses his arms, "I did." He tips his chin up slightly and looks down at Peter, "Got a problem with that, Parker?”

Peter slightly narrows his eyes at Bucky, “No sir.”

Daniela just rolls her eyes at the two while encasing her leg in a layer of ice to keep the swelling down, "God, Barnes," Bucky smirks at the kid before turning his gaze to her, "take it easy on him would ya?”

He lightly shrugs, "I'll take it into consideration.”

She groans as she walks around Peter toward the gym door, "I'm starting to think the SRT squad would have treated me so much better.”

Bucky laughs while Peter looks confused, "But then you wouldn't be one of Earth's mightiest heroes." His voice dropping to imitate Thor, making Peter laugh.

Daniela turns around and wrinkles up her nose in disgust, "First off, horrible Thor impression.” Peter smiles looking between them both, "Second, I'm not one of Earth's mightiest heroes. I'm an old woman from Montana, forced to live in a compound with a bunch of freaks, and now I'm stuck babysitting a spider from Queens.” She holds up a hand before either can speak, "Thirdly, if either of you knew my history, you may not be so fond of me.”

“Why’s that?” Peter asked.

She shakes her head, “Never mind."

Peter frowns a bit and turns to Bucky who nods toward the mat behind them, “Come on, Parker, we got work to do."

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colleenmurphy · 11 months ago

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"All I ever wanted was to marry him. Make a home and raise a family, have something like my parents did...but he didn't want that with me."

He watched as she carefully took out a large leather-bound scrapbook and passed it to him. A finely manicured nail pointed out a sandy haired tanned and lanky looking fisherman with a large grin spread across his face as he wrapped an arm around a younger and even more tan Colleen who was smiling softly. Going back a few photos, possibly taken a few years apart Bruce noticed that Col's facial expression changed over the years, rather abruptly, but a definite marked changed from the love that shone from her in the first few, he could tell by her clothes and how her hair changed from complicated updos to long and loose.

"I'm not even seeing a ring in any of these."

The snick of a lighter and the rumble of bubbles let him know that she'd pulled out the bong she kept for 'Serious Business' also known as the FUBAR water pipe. This was heavy shit she was going to lay on him, as she should. He'd told her everything about what happened to him over there at 18. She was the only one to relive it with him as he had never told a single soul except those that were with him in the moment. She had busied herself grabbing the stash box and her tiny crane shaped scissors along with a black lacquer tray and began snipping, fluffing and packing as she tried to calm herself.

"Over there on the stereo...A side track one of Stills 2."

He knew that she was a fan of the Eagles as well as Joe Walsh but it was Stephen Stills and his lyrical and musical expertise that had captured Colleen's heart as well as her words. Bruce had heard this one but he'd never heard it especially from a broken hearted woman's point of view.

Please then remember and don't get too close To one special one He will take your defenses and run

"He took everything from me, slowly but steadily over the course of twelve years together I had nothing left to give him. Dave used to work for my Dad and uncle Harvey on a fishing boat my Granddad had. We went to school together so I knew him, he was a clown but for some reason after he started working for the business he had his eye on me. Of course I was flattered...I mean..."

Holding up a high school yearbook photo with something sappy written on it signed 'love Dave' on the back. Bruce had to admit that Dave the Idiot was a decent looking guy. There was another one of them together, a couple photo with another doe eyed curly haired girl and a dude that just all but screamed 'I'm a douchebag punch me'. They were sitting somewhere on a beach by the rocks in the sunshine all carefree and without a scarred heart amongst them.

"So you think..."

Passing him the lighter and the bong she nodded. Bruce shook his head and she took the first hit. The smoke looping and whirling up the looped neck of the bong until she pulled the bowl out and inhaled and held it. Holding out the bong once more she offered it to him and he accepted. Mimicking her motions he nearly burnt his thumb until she leaned over, exhaled over his shoulder away from his face and flicked the lighter for him with a smile.

"That the little weasel never truly loved me and was only using me to make his name known? Yes. When my Dad died I was 16, nearly 17, I had like a month to go and then my world turned to shit but anyways...Dave was off in New York with his buddies from the country club, people I introduced him to, Joel Benson was one that stands out but he's another story entirely, my mother tried calling him twenty times, Helene tried at least a hundred. He'd just pick up the receiver and put it back down..."

A sniffle was heard quietly as she now went about rolling a joint. She always had to be doing something with her hands when she was upset he noted.

"After a while he just left it off the hook. He expected me to help him cover his half of the room service bill he'd had mailed home because why not? When my mom finally told him what happened to my Dad you'd have thought it was his father that had died..."

That was when she finally let the dam break and her tears fall. Shaky hands lit the joint that she'd rolled and she inhaled deeper than he'd ever seen her. He wondered if she had used weed to quit smoking but that was a question for another day.

"Sounds to me like I know I'm playing Santa to Dave this year when we visit for Christmas."

Another hit and she passed it to him with a small quizzical smile.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm knocking his teeth down his throat and as a stocking stuffer he's getting a black eye."

#Trade Winds verse #Bruce Miller x Colleen Murphy

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weirdstrangeandawful · 1 year ago

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Part XI – Healed and Long-Forgotten Bruises

TW: sex (mentioned)

Word count: 1407

<-Part X – A Ship of Broken Sailors

Table of contents

Part XII – A Set of Hands Means Two->

A long silhouette remains in the dust on the floor of the corner of Carroll’s room. A couple footsteps lead up to it and recent finger trails lay on either side in the dust; four on one side, one on the other. Carroll wipes a dry rag along the length of the cane, clearing it of dust in one swift motion. He coughs lightly as he breathes it in.

Kyte sneezes. And sneezes again. He blows his nose politely in a well-worn handkerchief and sneezes yet again. Running out of air to sneeze, he takes in a new breath through his mouth, looks at Carroll’s far-too-amused expression, shoots back an annoyed one, and exhales softly. One last weak sneeze escapes him through what was somehow neither his mouth, nor his nose, but also both at the same time. Carroll is so clearly biting the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing.

The wood of the handle, smoothed by once-constant use, sits familiarly in Carroll’s hand. He lets the tip fall to the floor with a soft wooden clack and presses down on it, finding its balance. He tries to take a step, immediately failing to time the movement right and quickly shoving down his rising frustration. He takes a few more steps, each somehow mistimed differently but badly mistimed nonetheless, and stares at Kyte blankly from across the room.

“Well, I tried,” his comment is light but fraught with defeat.

“Go slow, Carroll. You can’t expect to know what to do without practice,” Kyte explains with the air of someone who has taught many a stubborn apprentice.

“I have practice!” Carroll retorts indignantly, only slightly bothered that Kyte cares for his well-being.

“But how long has it been?”

“Not too long!”

“My nose disagrees.” Kyte punctuates the silly argument with a well-timed sneeze. Carroll pouts in response, accepting defeat.

A knock sounds at the door, saving Carroll from having to try again. He tosses the cane onto the bed with satisfied defeat and limps over to the door. Helen stands in the doorway with a slate. “I hope it’s not a bad time. I reassigned the crew for the next three days. Well Ethel did and I wrote it down. Same as last time and no major changes.”

“Thanks,” Carroll takes the slate and invites her in, “Come on in; don’t stand in the doorway.”

Helen enters. Kyte gives her a tiny wave which she returns.

“Are you being shy?” Carroll asks him as he doesn’t approach.

Holding up his thumb and forefinger very close together, Kyte nods and comes over, letting Carroll put a protective arm over his shoulder.

“How’s Rowan?” Carroll continues.

“He’s okay. Sleeping properly now I’ve drugged him a second time.” Helen pauses, looking Carroll in the eye with a deliberately neutral expression, “I see you’ve got your cane out.”

Running his hand through his untied hair, sweeping it out of his face, Carroll sighs, “It’s going away in a moment.”

A disappointed look settles onto Helen’s face, now a carbon-copy of Kyte’s expression. “And here I was all excited that you might be taking care of yourself for once,” Helen points out lightly, fishing for an explanation.

“Yeah, well it doesn’t work,” Carroll explains, dismissively.

“It would work if you gave yourself some leeway,” Kyte interjects, defending Helen.

“I don’t account for the leeway. Quinn does,” Carroll retorts with no fire and half-hearted conviction, referencing the nautical term rather than the metaphorical one, “Besides, if I ever have to set foot on a three-decked second-rate ever again, I will personally fight the Admiralty to redesign them so they stop sailing leeward. Sorry. What were you saying?”

A smile tugs at both Kyte and Helen’s lips as Kyte perseveres, “You know I mean to say you didn’t give yourself a shred of latitude.”

“That is also Quinn’s job, not mine,” a glimmer of laughter flashes across Carroll’s face, followed immediately by amused frustration. “I’ve had enough ‘practice’ for to-day.”

“No, you just don’t want to look silly in front of your new boyfriend,” Helen retorts, confirming Carroll’s suspicion that her tact is, in fact, permanently misplaced.

After far too long a moment, Carroll realises his mouth is open and shuts it with a snap. He continues staring at Helen in slight horror, slight shock, and a lot more embarrassment.

“Said new boyfriend, if you’ll recall, Carroll, fell over the moment they stood up on your ship,” Kyte reminds him, handing Carroll’s cane back to him. “Now go slow and practice.”

Carroll looks to Helen, a look of soft shame crossing his face. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” he admits.

“Well, neither do I if you won’t show me. I’m no Rowan,” Helen concedes, referencing Rowan’s having spent months re-teaching Carroll to walk, “but I’m sure a second set of eyes won’t do any harm in figuring out the problem.”

Acquiescing, Carroll demonstrates his mistimed steps for Helen and lets her correct him gently. He crosses the room back and forth, slowly at first, receiving a small cheek kiss from Kyte every time he returns to his side of the room. Eventually, after solidly figuring out the timing with Helen’s assistance, Carroll sits on the bed, mentally, and to some extent physically, exhausted.

“Thank you,” Carroll admits to Helen after a moment, getting up to shut the door behind her before turning to Kyte, “Don’t you dare look so smug.”

“I’m proud of you,” Kyte tells him, his expression far from smug. His eyes are soft and quiet as they gently peer into Carroll’s soul.

Four days. Four days is all it took them both to know they wanted to spend their lives together. Four days for Kyte to fall in love and want to hold Carroll’s broken heart together with his bare hands and protect it from the harsh and evil world. Four days for Carroll to want to find the missing pieces so that he may one day love Kyte with all his heart.

“What’s wrong?” Kyte asks, his voice a mere ripple in the tender silence but sending a jolt through Carroll nonetheless. He nods to the cane whose handle Carroll is gripping with steady pressure.

Carroll’s eyes are dark as he looks up. “I vowed never to pick up a cane in anger,” his voice chokes up with regret, “And now what am I doing?”

Kyte pads over and hugs him, standing on his toes to bury his face in Carroll's neck. His voice is as soft and warm as the breath that dusts under Carroll’s collar, “What I hope you meant is that you would never pick up a cane in violence.” Kyte feels Carroll pause and he continues, “Anger can be peaceful too.”

In a single moment, years of healed and long-forgotten bruises at the hands of his superiors resurface in Carroll’s mind, burning with the force of his long-repressed anger. He gathers Kyte tightly in his arms, channelling rage into affection.

He pulls away and reluctantly picks up his cane. “Let’s get something to eat. Come on.” He walks out the door with Kyte, already growing more confident in both his ability to use the cane, and that to box off unpleasant emotions like pain… and love.

The wood frame of Rowan’s bed creaks softly in overly dramatic protest as though Quinn’s weight is suddenly too much for it to bear. They sit side-saddle on the edge of the mattress, one foot perched up on the edge of the bed frame, bringing their knee up just high enough that they can casually drape an elbow over it.

Rowan is asleep on the bed, the rise and fall of his chest a comfort to Quinn. He might be a bloody idiot but at least he’s alive for now. The sky darkens slowly, lacking the spectacular colours that ought to accompany a sunset – it must be overcast. Quinn tears their eyes from where they had been watching Rowan sleep over their shoulder and ascertains the shutters are fastened before the rain.

“You going to keep vigil all night or…?” Rowan’s strained voice startles Quinn slightly.

They look over. Rowan’s eyes are closed. “You should be asleep.”

“Funny what pain does,” he retorts sarcastically. “Come on. I’m not going to fuck you.”

“You’d better not,” Quinn grumbles in a tone that could be either warning or concern before moving stiffly under the covers.

#a good man's heart #whump #navy whump #my writing #tw sex mention

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galaxy-bunbie · 2 years ago

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Bandit Flapper

THE BANDIT FLAPPER

BY: Karina Cabrera

CAST

HELEN

COP

JAMES

AGATHA

HELEN is at a table her hands cuffed together, around her is darkness and the chair across from her is empty. She's there in the darkness for a while, tapping her foot and fiddling with the cuffs. Moments pass and HELEN stands up holding the cuffs on one of her fingers, throwing the cuffs to the ground she smiles, turning her chair to look at the audience.

HELEN: I remember the first job I went on, like it was yesterday. It runs through my mind everyday, and honestly makes me smile a little bit more each and every time. It was a fun time, I was young, and swift. Was never going to be caught at that age, plus I'm sure I could have played my way out of any trouble. Actually to hell I think I did. Ha, yeah I remember it now that little cop, he really did try to follow my tail. Was close! Real close, but luckily I am an actress honestly, could likely beat Olive Thomas in the audition rooms. But regardless I looked at the fuzz straight in the eye giving him my best doe eyes and pouty lip. Look, watch.

The lights start to shift as the table is taken out by what seems to be movers, then HELEN is there in the dark as city noises surround the space. In the back there are silhouettes to show that she is in the city of some sort. A mover comes out and throws HELEN a trench coat and duffle bag, which she quickly puts on trying to hide the bag in the process.

COP: Hey you! Stop what you're doing!

HELEN: Oh please sir, can you point me in the right direction? I seem to have gotten lost. I'm new to town and keep forgetting the location of the Miss Agatha's Hotel? We call her Miss Aggie though.

COP: Oh uh, I see. I'm sorry mam I think I confused you for someone else, so uh well you see just down that street right there, you're going to keep walking until you see the big ol sign that says Main Street. Once there you should be in the home stretch as Miss Aggies hotel is the big ol red building on Main. Ya can’t miss it.

HELEN: Oh thank you so much sir! I am forever thankful for your help. Is there anything I could possibly do to repay you?

COP: O-Oh no mam, you don't need to do that. I'm just here protecting the citizens of the city and making sure a pretty woman like you gets home alright. Will you be ok walking back to Miss Aggies by yourself?

HELEN: Oh don't worry. I think I’ll be able to manage. Thank you sir, I hope you have a nice night. You've been real. Help.

HELEN starts to make an exit but as she exits the bag drops from her coat.

COP: Oh, mam you seem to have dro-

HELEN: Thank you sir, I am so sorry I guess I must be really clumsy. Well, thank you again sir-

COP: Hold on mam, I am so sorry, but you see just a few blocks from here there was a robbery-

HELEN: Excuse me sir! You're accusing me of robbing a bank? I think you need a pair of glasses sir, I could never do that. I am practically a mere little lady.

COP: Oh, well um I am sincerely mam. I guess perhaps I am in the wrong, well, here you go. You should be on your way. The sun seems to be setting and this town is sadly mighty dangerous at night. Even if we do try to keep it as safe as we can, especially for little ladies li-

HELEN exits, and finally COP realizes that she is gone. He looks around a bit as if looking for her when JAMES runs on stage catching his breath.

JAMES: Did you catch her? She ran this way the Flapper that robbed Newman's bank. Hey, Hey look at me buddy where you looking off to?

COP: Oh detective James, I am sincerely sorry I didn't see you there. I am so sorry sir uh what were you saying just now?

JAMES: Jesus h christ Harold, look up at me and stop bowing your head. You looked like a dog looking after a bone just now. Now look at me and tell me did you see if that Flapper passed by here?

COP: No sir, just a little lady, I was uh looking to see where she went off to. See the sun is setting and it could be a mighty dangerous time for-

JAMES: Harold, I don’t care about that, did you check the lady over? Right not every lady who isn't accompanied by a friend or man is a suspect. So please tell me. Please. That you at least did a search on her or any bags she had.

COP: Well, uh you see sir. She was uh just a little la-

JAMES: Harold! I don't care if she was a little lady, if she wouldn't have been able to do it. Dear god every woman we searched today has said that because guess what genius. These ladies know how to play us, act all sweet and innocent, make us lower our walls. Do you hear me Harold?

COP: U-uh yes sir I. I understand I am sorry I will make sure to search any suspect well next time, uh real well.

JAMES: Good, now at least tell me you were able to confirm that she wasn't wearing what the suspect wore.

COP: Uh, w-well

JAMES: Jesus Christ Harold! You did not. Please tell me that you know that the lady wasn't wearing a flapper dress or so god. If I have to do more paper-

COP: Well uh, you better get that pen ready and b-buckle up sir.

JAMES: God dammit Harold, you son of a- god you're so dumb. Ok whatever its fine, do you know where this lady may have gone? I guess I’ll do your job since your fired.

COP: Oh well you see she went to Miss Agatha- Wait fired?

JAMES: Yes, fired Harold. Now, you are free to go and get out of the way of my work am I clear? (beat) Harold. Am. I. Clear?

COP: U-Uh Y-Yesir.

JAMES: Good

JAMES exits quickly following the direction that HELEN went off in, COP is there looking around for a moment.

COP: God Dammit.

COP exit. The scene starts to change showing the sunset, and we see the city line start to switch to one main building. There is the sound of the bell and doors opening and finally, the lights come up on what seems to be an inside setting. Specifically the lobby of Miss Agatha's hotel. There is a counter and behind it a door. HELEN enters.

HELEN: Ohhhhh Momma. I'm home! Momma? (beat) Oh miss Aggie! Agatha. Oh my god.

HELEN walks over to the counter and spots a bell. She reaches out and starts to ring it continuously with the next line.

HELEN: Oh Momma. Wake up lil Hel is home. Oh Momma Aggie. Miss Aggie. Agatha my Banana Mama. Miss Aggie the mega Ba-

AGATHA enters from the door, HELEN didn't see her and continues until AGATHA places her hand over HELENS stopping the ringing.

AGATHA: Every day you make me regret checking you into this hotel more and more. Now must I remind you. You don't have the right to call me Momma if you don't pay rent. An certainly not the right to call me Aggie or Agatha, or Agatha my-

HELEN: But I do got rent, see.

HELEN places on the counter the bag that had dropped earlier. HELEN also starts to shrug off her coat revealing a flapper dress underneath.

AGATHA: Helen put that damn jacket back on, I don't want people seeing a floozy in my Hotel Lobby. Now let's open this up. Oh goodness! Helen darling this is a nice haul.

HELEN: Yeah, yeah. Now, how much more time will that buy me Momma. Please tell me you can do me a lil favor.

AGATHA: Of course, I can. That is after you put that damn jacket on.

HELEN: Oh Momma, you don't mean that come on. That jacket is just so itchy and it's hot. See look! My curls are falling out because of how hot it is.

AGATHA: Oh Helen put that damn jacket on, quickly now. Someone’s walking up to the building.

HELEN: Oh Shit.

HELEN quickly grabs the jacket and moves to behind the counter and tries to go into AGATHA’s room. As the door opens and JAMES walks in, HELEN quickly ducks instead leaving AGATHA and JAMES there alone.

AGATHA: Well hello officer, I'm sorry but I didn't know if you saw the sign outside or not. But this is Miss Agathas Hotel for working girls. I believe it said loud and clear on the door sign “NO MEN: Unless accompanied by a Tenant. So I am sincerely sorry but you're going to have to turn around officer. Unless perhaps, you came to speak to me in which I’ll gladly have the plea-

JAMES: Ok. Mam that's enough. I am here strictly on business-

AGATHA: Now. Now! Hold up there. That is not the type of hotel that we are running-

JAMES: Excuse me Agatha. Um if I may speak so frankly but I am here just wondering about an inquiry on a young woman who's a suspect of a bank robbery a few blocks over.

AGATHA: You’re suspecting one of my girls? Heaven forbid! My girls each came from a harsh broken background. Then they came to me like little puppies in the rain. Sad, Lonely, with no roof over their heads either and no job to help support them. Well, I'll tell you, Miss Agatha. That's me: helped them get back on their feet and find them all a good little working job.

JAMES: Mam, I am just wondering if perhaps any of your tenants are a flapper-

AGATHA: Oh my heavens no! They are so modern, loud and if I dare say a whole lot of Floozys. I don't have a single Flapper here in fact oh look there is my favorite tenant right now. If I dare say she is the cream of all the crop here in Miss Agatha's hotel.

From the section that leads further into the hotel comes HELEN she is dressed in business attire with a hat on her head. But that didn't hide the fact that her hair was also a very different color, but it was still HELEN with the way she carried herself.

HELEN: Oh Miss Aggie! I'm heading out now for the day. It seems the Office needed me to come in today as Mr. Langston’s other secretary got sick. I hope she is fine, poor girl catch-

AGATHA: Now, now Helen dear. Didn't you learn any manners? Right before you is a fine officer gentleman. He's here to ask a few questions of our tenants. Since you're the first to come down, how about you tell this fine gentleman what you were up to hmmm?

HELEN: Oh now Miss Aggie you know it's embarrassing but if you really insist. You see officer I was working upstairs on my needlework,

JAMES: Yes well, I'm sorry to ask you mam. However I must say your makeup is very modern for a office job perhaps you should cha-

HELEN: Now now Mr. Officer. Every woman has their preference, and that was extremely rude. So I must say, I believe you owe me something hmmm? Perhaps I should know your name since you know mine. Plus you also just rudely insulted my makeup, which in my defense is the style.

JAMES: Yes, I guess you're right. But you must tell me your full name as well, so I can take you off the list of suspects.

HELEN: Of course. So you first?

JAMES: James, James Blakely.

HELEN: Helen Debois.

BLACK OUT

#playwrighting #film and tv #script #play #shortplay #1920s #flapper

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hotforharrysheart · 3 years ago

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2. Her Birthday Was Naughty

Harry smiles at you as the airplane wheels hit the runway. He can just tell by the peaceful look on your face that you were in a space of pure delight just being this close to the pink cottage. Your expressive smile and gentle tug on his arm tell him this was by far your happy place. Truth be told, he couldn’t imagine not having this little bubble you had here to escape to. It was your own version of paradise. He spots Ron standing next to the Range Rover waiting for you and as the stairs lower Helen steps out with a beautiful lavender Hydrangea bouquet and the biggest smile ever.

“Look, H, Helen came this time!” You say pointing out the door and stepping on the first step. Harry just grins and watches you skip down the stairs.

“Well, ‘ello there birthday girl!” Helen calls out throwing her arms around you.

“Hi Helen, I’m so happy to see you!” You say returning her tight hug. Harry and Ron shake hands and greet.

“Happy birthday, darlin’,” Ron grins kissing both of your cheeks while Helen does the same to Harry.

“We were wondering if you kids would mind giving us an hour of your time and let us take you to Marcy’s for brunch? She puts out an incredible spread this time of day.” Helen says with one arm around Harry’s waist.

“You told her!” You say to Harry.

He chuckles. “She asked me. Had ta.”

“That sounds like a yes then,” Ron says, pulling you in for a hug.

You pile into the car and head to Marcy’s. Helen wasn’t lying…Marcy knew how to brunch. Over brunch you all talked, laughed and got caught up on all the local gossip. Harry and Ron talked about Ron’s latest woodworking project and you and Helen talked about some decorating changes you’d like to make to the cottage.

You were stuffed with all your favorite brunch foods as you decided to walk back to the cottage. Ron and Helen wanted to make a quick stop to top off the gas tank and you and Harry decided to take a slow walk over to the cottage.

You’re walking with Harry, his hand holding yours, you’re leaning into his arm, and he kisses the top of your head as you walk. “Love ya, hope ya know tha’,” Harry says as you’re steps away from the front door.

“Mmmm…love you too.”

He kisses you quickly. Walking up the cobblestones to the pink door you notice that Ron and Helen have already arrived. Harry bypasses the door and takes you around to the back deck. You look at him with a raised eyebrow, “Where are we going, H?”

“Have another present fo’ ya. This is from Ron and Helen.” You turn the corner of the cottage to see them standing next to the parked Range Rover.

You turn to walk to them. “You didn’t have to do that! Thank you! I know I’ll love it!” You tell them, kissing both of them on their cheeks.

Harry chuckles. “Close ya eyes.”

You do and he leads you one side of the deck and says, “Open.”

You open your eyes and there’s a beautiful handmade porch swing. It’s made of stripped oak logs and is a study in the beautiful craftmanship. Stained and varnished, the wood shines with gorgeous long grains of rich browns and red browns.

Tears fill your eyes. “I love it,” you say, your hands moving over the wood. “It’s just incredible.”

“Tha’ is a native broadleaved species of oak from woodlands in Herefordshire,” Ron says proudly, “Fine sturdy wood, it’ll last yer lifetime.”

“I’m speechless, Ron…just speechless…,” you say walking back to him to throw your arms around his neck. “I’ve never had someone gift me something they made for me.”

Harry looks on with a soft smile and a thankful expression on his face. The Chapmans are truly two of the loveliest people he has ever known and he’s so happy to have met them. More importantly he’s so thankful to have people he trusts implicitly with both his and your lives.

“Well darlin’ yer welcome, but ‘elen here has somethin’ pretty fo’ ya too.”

Helen pulls another box from behind the swing. “I made this.”

The tears spill over as you untie the red bow on a beautiful brown paper wrapped box. Inside wrapped in soft white tissue is a beautiful hand knitted pink blanket. “Oh my god, Helen, this is so beautiful. It must’ve taken hours to make. Thank you so much!”

You reach for her to hug her tight and then move to Ron and hug him again. You stand in front of Harry and bury your head in his chest. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He kisses your head.

“Everything’s in order, Harry but if you have any problems, you can call me.”

Harry nods.

“C‘mon, Ron let’s go home. Let them get settled.”

“Ok, but there’s the matter…”

“Which you can tell him about later,” Helen says, pulling on his arm.

Harry is trying to keep a straight face but he’s so amused at this whole situation.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling. C’mon Ron!”

“Thank you both so much,” you say softly.

Ron looks like he wants to say more but he gives up and lets Helen drag him from the cottage.

Harry laughs as they’re leaving shaking his head. Helen doesn’t miss anything.

He has his arm around your shoulder and you both wave as they’re walking away. Bennett comes running up to greet them.

“Aww, there’s Bennett,” you say softly.

Harry looks down and smiles at you, “Don’ worry, I’ll make sure we get to see him and Thomasina befo’ we head back.”

You return the smile and add a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you so much Harry. You have done so much for me and I don’t know what I can ever do for you that will ever compare,” you lay your head on his shoulder, “you’re so easy to love, H, and it’s so hard for me when I realize that…I can’t give back to you in the same way you give to me.”

He pulls your chin up to meet your eyes, “baby, I have no illusions ‘bout wha’ I can do wi’ my money, it’s a gift to get ta do wha’ I love an’ be so fortunate at it, but ‘m just Harry, I don’ wan’ or need anything from ya other than wha’ we are together. So, please, don’ think I wan’ anything more than you, you are my most precious fortune. ‘M in love with ya.”

A tear rolls down your face. “Thank you, its been on my mind for a while now and I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”

“Sweet’eart ya can tell me anythin’ tha’s on ya mind, yeah? Please don’ let things bother ya when we can jus’ talk ‘bout it.”

You nod your head. “Let’s go in Harry…let’s go into our cottage, please?”

On the inside there are jars of the Hydrangeas you love so much all around and in the kitchen you find a beautiful card from Helen telling you to check the fridge for a special treat. Inside is a delicious looking cheesecake with a twirl of lemon on top. You groan and Harry gives you a raised eyebrow look. “Wha’s got ya so excited in tha fridge, babe?” He says, voice laced with a touch of jealousy.

You swipe your finger in the middle and pop the cream in your mouth. “Mmmm….Lemon cheesecake…oh god it’s so good,” you say licking your finger. You swipe another fingerful and hold it out to him. He promptly pops his tongue out and sucks your finger into his warm mouth. “Mmmm… so good…” he moans.

“I know right, so fresh,” you mention pulling your finger back.

“I know and the cream is pretty good too,” he teases leaning down to lick your lips.

And just like that, the energy in the kitchen shifts. He moves closer to you and slants his lips over yours. He presses soft, open-mouthed kisses to your lips.

“Mmmm…” you moan against his lips. He smiles against your lips.

“Ya ‘no, interestingly ‘nough, tha porch swing isn’t tha only swing ya got fo’ ya birthday.”

You pull back, eyes wide. “It came in? I wanna see it! C’mon!”

He chuckles, shaking his head. Damn, I love that she loves sex, he thinks.

He follows you up the stairs. You’re already in the closet and looking for the lever. He comes up behind you, taking your hand, and places your hand on the lever. The faux door opens and you walk through it quickly and then you’re in the pink room looking around. Then you see it…a bright pink swing in the far corner. You can feel a shot of arousal shoot through your body. Just the thought of him fucking you in that swing turns you on more than you thought it would. You’re looking at it in awe.

Harry comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. “D’ya like it?”

“Yes…I like it very much,” you say swaying with him slightly

Kissing just below your ear he whispers, “Ya picturing us using it?”

“Yes,” you say breathily.

“C’mere,” he says turning you around and kissing you; his hands go to the hem of your hoodie. He lifts it up and you break apart long enough to take it off. You tug at his hoodie and he steps back and pulls it off. Your hands automatically go to his chest and you run your hands over his pecks. He feels so good. He pulls you back to him and kisses you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth as you open for him. He picks you up and lays you down on the bed and the smell of leather hits you immediately.

“Mmmmm…” you moan.

He kisses you again, tongue tangling with yours, pelvis pressed to yours, rubbing against you. He pulls back and pushes his joggers down his legs and off, then reaches for the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down.

You sigh as he settles back over you. It always feels so good to be skin to skin with him. He kisses you again. Like he can’t get enough of your mouth. You moan into his mouth. His hands slide to your breasts, cupping them, thumbing your nipples into hard points before his fingers pull at them hard the way you like it. You moan into his mouth again.

“God, I just…I can’t get enough of ya…I wan’ ya all the time,” he says, kissing down your neck to your breasts. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, and you cry out when he bites down just right.

“Want you all the time too…” you mutter threading your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah? God, ya smell s’good.” He says, lips moving down your stomach. “Why d’ya smell s’good?”

Your hands fist his curls. Your body is thrumming with anticipation of his mouth on you.

He pushes your legs up and just looks at you. He runs his finger down your slit. “Ya s’wet fo’ me already…fuck…”

You moan out as he trails his finger over your clit.

“I wan’ ya ta sit this pussy on my face.”

“What?” You jerk your head up.

“Switch places. Wan’ ya on my face.”

You moan out. “Ok,” you breathe out and move so he can lay down. He gets situated and you straddle him and he pulls you up his chest, until your hovering over his face.

“Know ya love it like this,” he mumbles, accent thick and voice low.

You shiver from the vibrations of his voice. “Mmmm…it’s s’good.”

He yanks you closer and then his tongue is licking up your slit and you grip the headboard as he sucks your clit in his mouth.

Everything is heightened this way. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of him taking you like this.

Your legs are shaking and you’re panting above him. He releases your clit and goes back to licking your clit with the point of his tongue. “Ahhhh….”

He stops long enough to say, “Ya close baby?”

You nod, letting a shuddering breath out.

He latches back into your clit, hollowing his cheeks, tongue working your clit.

“Haaahhhhh….fuck!” And then you’re orgasm hits hard, knuckles white on the headboard, head thrown back and legs shaking around his head.

You move off him and lay down next to him, panting.

He rolls over and kisses you sloppily and ruts his pelvis into your hip. “Put me in the swing, Harry. Take me in the swing.”

He smiles. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Please.”

“Ok, baby, can ya hold on fo’ a second first?” he says rubbing his nose on yours and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

He gets up and walks stark naked to the table by the door to grab his phone, a few seconds later a deep, sensual thrum of music surrounds you. “Had a sound system installed as well,” he says meeting your eyes. His stare stays on you laying there knees bent but perched to one side. “Speakers are up there,” he says pointing up.

You close your eyes and listen to the slow deep bass coming through the speakers.

“Open ya eyes, love look up an’ see wha’ I see… so fuckin’ beautiful.”

You open your eyes and see your reflection above you in the ornate mirror. You raise your arms above your head and stretch your body out like a cat.

Harry hasn’t left where he’s standing, he’s watching you see yourself and blood surges through his already hard as steel cock.

You look down your body and crook your finger to him, bidding him to come to you.

He walks over, leans down, his hands on the bed and murmurs, “Come on, baby, let’s give this love swing a try, yeah?”

You nod sitting up and scooting off the bed. You’re a little unstable after the intense orgasm, so Harry, although smirking, helps you get steady feet, “Ok?”

You nod again and he says, “baby, remember, I need words in here, yeah?”

“Yes Harry, I’m Ok,” you say looking through your eyelashes.

You take the steps to the corner where the swing is and see where the seat part is attached. He puts his hands on your bottom and says, “Jump”

You jump up and lifts you in the seat. Next you work together to get the straps under your knees and into the foot straps. You slowly lean back against the seat back, your legs suspended with slightly bent knees. The swing sways and starts to twirl.

“Nope, stay right here with me,” he says to the swing smiling at you.

You smile back and swing open your legs. You scoot down in the seat a little and it leave part of your bum hanging off. It’s incredible how the swing cradles your back softly.

Harry stands between your spread legs. “How’s it feel?” He asks looking you up and down.

“Strangely comfortable and like I’m floating, but completely supported,” you say breathlessly. You moan and close your eyes, “My pussy is wide open and the air is cool.”

“Fuck, so sexy,” he says running his hands up your inner thighs. Trying out the swinging aspect, he pushes and pulls you back and forth slowly. “Jesus, can move ya anyway I wan’. Tell me ya love this as much as I do?” He says searching your eyes.

“It’s so open and I feel so… Ahhh…,” you cry out as he runs his finger down your wet slit. “Oh my God Harry!”

“How’s this?” He asks softly before circling your clit then pushing his middle and ring fingers inside you. With his other hand he swings the swing slightly enough to move you on and off on his fingers.

You lay your head back, hair hanging down with a slack jaw, “Shit, Harry the swaying… the music…can feel it everywhere.”

He can’t take his eyes off you. “So fuckin’ sexy…how about this, babe?” He turns his hand just right and curls his fingers and sways the swing so his fingers are running along your g-spot. “Tha’ our spot?” He asks then places his hand on your quivering tummy applying light pressure and pushing you back and forth on the swing with his fingers inside you.

“Don’t stop….it’s so good.” You roll your head with a sloppy smile on your face, you have left time and space, there’s only you and Harry and the feeling running through your body. It’s arousal, but…it’s more than that…it’s love from the one who wants to show you his devotion by pleasuring your body. It’s a pure love from the one who seeks to bring the deepest pleasure you can ever feel. The worship of your whole body and soul through pleasure. This love you have together is a living and breathing manifestation of how you feel for each other. And your exploration and play breathes life into it. It’s just you and Harry; you are learning every part of what makes fucking just as intimate as slow love making. It’s all the same…it’s love.

“Harry, I love you…,” you say riding out a slow orgasm, it’s not the most intense, but it’s softly and slowly rolling through your body.

“Christ ya cummin’ slowly, does tha feel jus’ as good?” He asks brows furrowed and looking directly at the place where his fingers are and your body is softly swaying on them.

You smile and let out a moan that sounds like a song, “Mmmm…hmmm, yes!” You cry out rolling your hips.

“Need ta be inside ya,” he mutters taking a step forward. He pulls his fingers out and lifts them to your nipple, “Honey on ya nipples, babe.”

He grabs his cock at the base and holds still. With his other hand on your tummy, he guides you to him and with a push and pull action on the swing, he enters you.

Your mouth opens and you raise your head to look at him. He’s looking down where you are on him and then lifts his eyes only to meet yours and smirks.

“Well, H, now that you have me here what will you do with me?” You say coyly.

“’M gonna fuck ya, love,” he states, matter of factly.

He stands still and moves the swing back and forth. He’s in deep.

“Ahhhhhh…oh….mmmmm…fuck!”

“Yeah? Tha’ good?”

“Ohmygod yes s’good. It’s…ohhhh…”

You can’t quite explain how it feels to him. How the weightlessness is intense and you can feel him everywhere. Like having sex underwater but it’s more intense because there’s no water.

He leans forward and sucks your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling to get your wetness on his tongue. “Mmmmm…” he says against your nipple and your back arches.

When he stands up, he pulls your nipple with his mouth until it pops off and bounces back into place. “You doin’ good babe?”

You take one hand off the strap and run it down his sternum and tummy to where you are connected and then to your clit. Looking at him you raise an eyebrow in question. Your expression is asking if it’s ok to circle your clit. So blissed out you want his approval.

“Do it,” he says.

Rubbing circles around your clit, he begins to pick up the pace. He’s got both hands on your hips and is pushing and pulling you on his cock.

He looks up and nods his head, “Gon’ cum fo’ me?” He places his hand on your tummy and the pressure from his push and pull is more than you can stand. Leaning forward slightly he begins to thrust against your sway. Your legs go wider, and the trembling begins in your core.

“Hhaaahhh,” your voice is quivering, “Cumming…cumming…,” is all you can chant.

Pulling you tight on him he stills, “Uhhhh…Uhhhnnghh,” he cries out on a long exhale.

You lose the sounds of the music and only hear the rushing of blood through your ears as the orgasm his full force. Once the intensity subsides, Harry pulls out and leans down bracing his hands on his knees and panting. “Fuckin’ hell!”

You pull your legs closed and try to pull your knees in tight to your body, whimpering.

“Oh, baby, c’mere,” he works rapidly to pull you out of the swing in carries you to out of the pink room and into your bedroom. He takes a moment to clean you both up before he tucks you both in bed. “Darlin’ ya so quiet, ya ok?”

“Harry, that was amazing and I’m perfect. I’m so happy, are you happy?” You ask softly.

“So ‘appy,” he says leaning down to leave a series of kisses along your mouth.

He leans in and says against your lips, “So, how was birthday number 2?”

You cradle his face and catch his eyes. “It was…naughty…kinda like you.”

#2. her birthday was happy #original content #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction

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roseraintears · 2 years ago

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Dark Piper:

@reading0mens

- Her voice is the most dangerous thing about her

- The monsters who attack her aren‘t killed by her dagger or sword,

-no they are told by a honey-sweet voice to jump off cliffs or impale themselves on their weapons - She is pretty, she always was but it changed after Jason‘s death,

-her beauty is more intense now, brighter, deadlier,

-like a flame burning everyone who gets too close

- She‘s broken, her eyes are cold, her smile is bitter,

-her laugh is the last thing her enemies hear before their end

- Once she was led by kindness, compassion, love,

-all those things died when Medea did, when Jason did too young

- Hatred leads her now, to the ones who killed Jason,

- to the one who just watched as he died,

-the one who had the power to save him

- After the emperor's death she began to hate the lord of the skies himself,

-he in her eyes is just as to blame for Jason's death as his killer

- She has allies,

-five remaining heroes of Olympus, Jason's close friend, remaining family, both demigod camps, all tired of the gods, their games and absence - She did not need Charmspeak to convince them,

-care love and pity for her were enough - She starts an open rebellion,

-thousands at her side ready to fight for her

- like thousands were ready to fight for Helen of troy - But she knows that Zeus can‘t be defeated without godly help - She prays, cries, begs her mother to help her,

-accuses her of not being at her father's side when Caligula ruined him

- or when she was grieving

- tells her that Zeus and the others will never take her seriously as long as he is alive

- Aphrodite is easy to convince,

-blinded by her wish for more respect from the gods,

-by her guilt from watching her mortal family suffer without doing anything

- She begins to spread rumours on Olympus,

-Zeus does not respect them,

-Zeus is a coward keeping them from their children every time a new threat arises,

-Zeus is a cruel tyrant punishing them for tiny mistakes while making a hundreds himself

- Zeus never showed his family care, he only ruled, so one after the other beliefs Aphrodite -She is beautiful, kind and loving in her way, why would she lie? - So they decide that it is time for a change of leadership - Zeus can‘t be beaten in an open attack, so they come up with a trapp

- Zeus doesn‘t take a new rebellion seriously, what damage can a daughter of Aphrodite cause? - So he feels satisfaction when her allies appear on Olympus, kneeling, humble - They beg for forgiveness, lie to him - His son's girlfriend is supposed to be in the underworld, making a deal with Hades to bring her love back - not following his laws is a good way to make Zeus mad, he does not wait for their worries, their tears - He immediately goes to his brother's kingdom - He gets ambushed at Hades Palace - A net forged by Hephaistos even stronger than the last one is thrown over him - His brothers hold it, he struggles but together they manage to resist - He is dragged toward the edge of the deepest part of the underworld - Where the Olympian council already waits to glow in joy

- their children next to them, with grim excitement on their faces

-Aphrodite is in the middle, beaming with beauty, eyes fiery, smile cold as ice - “ Oh Zeus stops struggling. I had to accept my horrible fate, it‘s only fair if you accept yours too.“ - Her voice is as sweet as honey, freezes his limps - She hid in the shadows, now she stands in front of him - Piper McLean, the demigod he saw as no threat, the girl he saw as weak - He realizes that he was wrong

- she‘s beautiful like her mother

-no her mother's beauty is warm,, soft,

- hers is overwhelming, radiating beauty, face as hard as stone,

-hands calm on her weapons, yet she seems to send out waves of power towards him

-Cold and harsh

- a horrifying command to either kneel before her or cower into a ball and hide - Her eyes are the worst part, Empty holes full of hatred, thoughtful -l she is thinking about thousand possible words to end his life -As he stares at her eyes,

-dark, shimmering like the night sky, he ses the power of Uranus, the first skygod, cruel, unforgiving

-Piper is his granddaughter,

-she a stronger claim to his throne than he does

-Piper knows this too,

-that‘s why Zeus is held over the edge while she pulls out Katoptris - The rule of the heavens glares -“ This won‘t bring my son back. Nothing you do will.“ - Piper smiles, it‘s a pained one

- The fates won’t allow souls to flee the underworld even if Hades allows it

-“ I know and for that, you will die now “ - Her dagger is driven downwards, Golden Ichor is spilt - Piper watches Zeus fall into darkness. She grins, tears stream down her cheeks - He was right, she‘s broken, now more than ever,

-there is no distraction from her guilty anymore - She cursed the emperors and killed a god because that was easier to hate herself - Now Jason is still dead, thinking she was more worth living than him,

-Piper Mc Lean, beautiful terrifying,

- Piper MC Lean starts to hate herself again

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So his was heavily inspired by the scene in burning maze because where Medea dies

Because my god that scene radiated so much god this girl is so badass and this girl is so not okay energy at the same time !

Anyway hope ya’ll enjoyed this one :)

#percy jackson #dark piper #Heroes of Olympus #burning maze #Piper McLean #jason grace #writing requests

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years ago

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Every Night I'm Dancing With Your Ghost

Hal Jordan x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 800 Warnings: Angst

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She remembered the first time she’d given him a bouquet of roses. His coffee eyes had widened like saucers, shock etched into his expression telling her that he’d not once ever received flowers a day in his life. It became something special to him, her offering a bouquet. She gave them when she knew he didn’t have a good day or when something special was coming up. Humorously enough, on the day they’d wedded, the two of them had both pulled bouquets from behind their backs and laughed in front of the entire congregation until they’d cried, barely managing to get through their vows without another round of hysterical laughter.

It was hard to not cry as she knelt before the gravestone and replaced the withered roses with a fresh dozen, fluffing them up so they looked nice. She moved in a routine fashion as she sprayed the gravestone with a gentle cleaner and softly wiped the dirt and grime away, tracing the letters with her fingers. Forcing herself to forgo sobbing at his grave—again—she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, exhaling shakily as she opened her eyes once more.

A soft green light ebbed from behind her, and she gasped, spinning around to see a green-cloaked figure floating towards her; she rose, one hand going for the gun in the side holster, the other palm out to the figure in a “stop” motion. “I don’t know who you are,” she said calmly, voice twinged with warning as she added, “but I’d stop advancing if you don’t want to be a human sprinkler.”

The figure stilled for a moment, turning its head up slightly. “You needn’t be afraid of me.”

“Yeah?” she retorted, slipping the gun from its holster; she raised it and took aim. “Turn. Around. And. Walk. Away. Last chance.” This time, the figure looked at her in the eyes and her lungs deflated at once, the hand holding the gun faltering as she breathed, “H—Hal?”

He descended to the ground and took a step towards her. “Not the Hal you remember. More so manifestations of what he once was. Thoughts. Feelings. The subconscious mind.” Standing in front of her, he gently placed his hand on the gun and pushed it down, so it wasn’t aimed at him. “I am the Spectre, The Spirit of God’s Vengeance.”

Her brows furrowed. “I beg your pardon? God’s vengeance?” she shook her head. “What does any of that have to do with you not being the Hal I remember?”

Spectre gazed at her, lifting a hand to touch her cheek; his fingers were frigid. “There is a part of me that is Hal. I feel him below the surface. I see the memories of your life together.”

She looked away. “It’s hard enough that everyone I’m friends with thinks he was a crazy murderer in the end. I don’t need to meet a copy of Hal to drive myself insane too.”

“Fair. But you must know that Hal was lucid of himself in the end. I know you do know.”

“Is there a purpose to this?” she asked, meeting his gaze. “My husband is dead, and his spirit is some avenging ghost now?”

He merely stared. “I needed a host to continue my purpose. Hal wished to atone.”

Her eyes softened at that and before she could help herself, she was raising her hands, cupping his cheeks, thumbs gently brushing over pale skin. They simply gazed at one another, his hands coming to rest on her forearms, a firm but comforting pressure holding her.

“I miss you,” she whispered, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “We all do at home. Me, Jim, Sue, Helen, all of our family and friends.” Stepping forwards, she curled herself against his chest and rested her cheek to his shoulder. “I don’t want you chasing vengeance for God, Hal,” she breathed. “I want you here. I want you to come home.”

Spectre shifted, one arm wrapping around her shoulders, the other cupping her cheek. “There are always those who must pay for their sins. Hal has not yet reached atonement.”

“How much longer until he does?”

“I know not.”

Glancing up, she met the face that was so foreign yet so familiar to her. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“He does.”

She blinked the tears away, nodding her head. “I never gave up on him. Not even in the end.”

“He knows that as well,” Spectre replied, pulling away from her. “All the things you have left unsaid, he knows them as well.” His white eyes followed her. “And he loves you too.”

He rose into the sky, and she hurried to where he had been standing, head cocked backwards as she watched him fly higher. “Goodbye, Hal,” she whispered.

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