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lyranova · 4 years ago

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Children of the Future:

Chapter 10: Finding Maelie

Hi guys! Sorry i haven’t been active here lately, I’m hoping that’ll change soon and i’ll be able to post more for you guys this weekend 🥰! Here’s chapter 10 and I hope you all enjoy! Also if I forgot to tag anyone please let me know!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @crazyclownthanos @jovialnoise @talpup @simpingforthisonedeer @melissa-novachrono @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @bowandcurtsey (i couldn’t remember if you wanted to be tagged or not Aine 😅) @ckjwnnbc

Word Count: 3,216

Warnings: None

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“ Where was the last place you saw your sister?” Gauche asked as he, Grey, Yami, and Aloys stood outside of the Castle. They had all agreed to help him look for his sister and, of course, it had to be now that he wanted to look for her. The dark haired boy frowned in thought as he tried to remember.

“ Back home. Right as we entered the Time Gate, she was right next to me, but when I woke up she was gone.” He muttered the last part softly as he looked away. Grey walked over and placed a gentle hand onto his shoulder and smiled reassuringly.

“ It’s ok, we’ll find her I promise!” She told the boy confidently, Gauche tilted his head slightly, Grey was much more confident and comfortable around Aloy’s then anyone else. Maybe because he was a little timid like her? Or was it because he was her, no, their son?

“ Ok, that gives us almost nothing to go on.” Gauche said with a sigh and the boy glared icily at him.

“ ‘Almost nothing’ is better than completely nothing, y'know.” He grumbled, Yami quickly cut between the two before Gauche could retort.

“ Look, if you two are gonna squabble and bicker I’m going to send you both home. Together. Where you have no option but to speak and spend time together, understand?” Yami threatened, the two nodded but continued to glare at each other. He turned to Aloys.

“ Where did you wake up?” He asked, the boy looked around for a moment.

“ Somewhere deep in the woods. I came through the east side of the Capitol so I’m assuming the East Woods.” He said with a shrug, he wasn’t the best at directions so he easily could have been mistaken, but it was his best guess at the moment.

“ Alright then, let’s start there.” Yami said as he stepped onto his broom. Gauche and Grey did the same and Aloys sat behind Grey on her broom. The four quickly took off into the air and headed towards the East Woods.

“ Captain,” Gauche called as he flew up next to him. “ You know it’s a long shot we’re going to find anything there right? Even if we happen to find the exact spot where the kid woke up.” Gauche pointed out, Yami looked over at him and nodded.

“ I know, but it’s the only lead we’ve got.” Yami countered. Gauche looked away, he knew the Captain was right, even though he didn’t want to admit it. He fell back a few feet and flew a little behind him. Yami shook his head and let a small sigh escape his lips.

So much for getting back home early.

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Charlotte looked around the house with a confused frown; where was everyone? She seemed to be the only Captain to have arrived so far, and the kids were nowhere to be seen. She looked down the halls before placing a hand on her hip, where could they be? She looked up as she saw a flash of pink outside the kitchen window. She tilted her head before walking out the side door and heading to what one would consider a backyard. She quickly dodged as a spell went flying past her head.

“ Be careful Josslyn you could’ve gotten someone killed if you don’t learn to watch where you’re aiming!” Hikari shouted, Charlotte frowned as she approached the two girls, were they training?

“ Geez, tone it down Hikari, it’s not like anyone got hurt. Oh hi Captain Suke-, I mean, Captain Roselei.” Josslyn said as she suddenly noticed the blonde Captain approaching them, Hikari turned around and smiled at her ‘mother’.

“ Josslyn, Hikari,” Charlotte nodded at the two before standing in front of them with her arms crossed.” What are you two doing?”

“ Training.” They answered in unison, both girls looked at each other before laughing a bit, they did have the tendency to answer at the same time. Charlotte smiled softly before nodding.

“ I saw, you’re both pretty good. But,” she turned to Josslyn. “ Hikari’s right, you have to make sure your spells are perfectly aimed and well timef, otherwise an innocent might get caught in the crossfire.” Charlotte lightly reprimanded the pink haired girl, who looked away and muttered under her breath before walking away.

“ I’m gonna train on my own for a while.” She threw over her shoulder to the mother and daughter, Hikari went to open her mouth but Josslyn cut her off. “ I’ll be right over there so you can see me, I promise I won’t run off.” She added, Hikari closed her mouth and nodded before turning to Charlotte.

“ Where are the boys?” The blonde asked, Hikari looked around for a moment before her eyes landed on them.

“ They’re over there, by the looks of it Alistar is teaching Ace about what kind of plant that is.” She chuckled and Charlotte laughed a bit as well.

“ He really loves plants doesn’t he?” She asked, she had only known him for less then a day but considering he told her about what all plants the spices in the kitchen had come from and their origins, that was the little information she was able to gather from the white haired boy. Hikari nodded.

“ He does, it’s one of his many quirks. But he doesn’t go on and on about plants all the time, only when he sees one that he feels like telling you a bit about.” She chuckled again, Charlotte tilted her head a bit.

“ He seems like a very nice young man.” She tried to sound casual, but she was digging for information on the two, but only just a little. She quickly shook her head, ‘What are you doing Charlotte?! Their love life isn’t any of your business! You’re starting to sound like one of your girls!’ She scolded herself but she saw the dark haired girl nod in agreement.

“ He is. He’s probably one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, but there’s a little more to him than just that. He’s smart, brave, kind of quiet, and despite all the challenges life has dealt him, he always tries to smile.” She told Charlotte fondly before shrugging a bit. “ He has the second biggest fanclub in the Golden Dawn, right behind his dad, and I tried to get him to go out on a date with a couple of girls from his fan club. But he wouldn’t do it.” She added with a small sigh and shake of her head, Charlotte looked from Hikari to Alistar curiously.

“ Is there someone who has his heart already?” Hikari frowned in thought for a moment before shaking her head.

“ I don’t think so, I’m his best friend, so I would think he would tell me if there’s someone he likes already.” Hikari said, he would tell her right? I mean, after all they’ve been through and all the things they knew about each other, he was bound to tell her if he had a crush on someone? Right? Hikari shook her head quickly before changing the subject.

“ Why aren’t you and my dad together already?” She watched her ‘mother’s’ face turn a bright shade of read and she began to stammer nervously, apparently she wasn’t expecting the question.

“ B-Because,” Charlotte looked away. “ Because I’m not strong enough yet, Yami deserve’s to have a strong capable woman by his side. One that can protect him just like he protects everyone, one that can stand on her own and be his equal in every way. I’m not there yet I’m afraid. But,” she smiled softly before looking at her ‘daughter’. “ I think I’ll get there eventually, it’s just going to take some time and, as Yami put’s it, I’ll need to surpass my limits.”

Hikari smiled, she was proof her mother was right that she would eventually get there. But there was also worry in her smile. She was worried about how her, and her friends, appearance here would affect the timeline. Would her parents still get together like how they did originally? Or would she somehow influence it? She didn’t know, and that made her nervous.

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Gauche couldn’t help but wonder why him, why did he have to get stuck with Aloys?! The boy seemed to be closer to Grey so why didn’t the Captain send him with her? He couldn’t help but glare as the Captain divided the four of them up when they had arrived at the East Woods, if he didn’t put Grey and Aloys together because they had the same magic type then why didn’t he send Grey to go looking for the girl with Gauche? There was only one logical answer:

He was being punished for earlier, he had to be.

But now that the two were alone he could actually look at the boy. He seemed to be 16, his hair was a dark brown-ish blue shade, he had a similar body type to Gauche but shorter, if Aloy’s was anything like him he’d probably hit his growth spurt soon, he also seemed to be much more quiet now then he was earlier. From what he had seen back at the Castle, Aloys seemed to be nearly identical to Gauche, but now that he had settled down, he seemed to be more like Grey.

“ Stop staring at me old man, you’re making me nervous.” Aloys muttered as he glanced at his ‘father’, Gauche rolled his eyes and looked away.

“ Stop calling me an old man! I’m only 4 years older than you!” Gauche argued, Aloys smirked.

“ Still older.” Gauche growled.

“ The Captain should’ve sent you with Grey, she’s better at dealing with you.” He told Aloys, who nodded.

“ I wish he would have too, that way I wouldn’t have to deal with you old man.” Gauche quickly whipped around to glare at his ‘son’.

“ Momma’s boy!” Aloys turned to look at his ‘dad’.

“ Sister lover!”

“ What did you just-?” Gauche growled dangerously low when Aloys suddenly gasped and took off running past him. “ Hey kid, wait!” He quickly followed after him.

“ This was it!” Aloys shouted as he stood in a small circle of trees, he looked around wildly. “ This is where I woke up! Maelie! Maelie are you here?” He shouted as he walked into the center of the circle. Gauche pulled out the communication device and quickly gave Yami their coordinates.

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“ You’re sure this was it?” Yami asked as he looked around, they were almost dead center in the East Woods, why had he been dropped here of all places? Hell, how did the kid not get lost in these woods? He watched as the umber haired boy continued to look around the area.

“ Yeah I’m sure, because I thought it was strange that all these trees were in a circle. It’s kind of ominous.” Aloys said with a shrug, suddenly a flock of birds came flying out one of the tree’s and Grey let out a shriek before hiding behind Gauche, who sighed and shook his head.

“ It’s just bird's Grey, and will you please stop clinging to my shirt?” He asked, honestly he didn’t actually mind her clinging to him, but he wasn’t about to let anyone know that. Grey only seemed to cling tighter to his shirt.

“ I-I’m sorry Gauche, b-but this place is just so t-terrifying!” Grey stammered, her eyes shut tightly and her face as red as a tomato. She wanted to go home. This place was much too scary and she didn’t like it at all, but she was somewhat comforted by Gauche’s presence. He always seemed to make her feel safer, even braver at times. Aloys tilted his head slightly as he watched his ‘parents’ but he didn’t comment.

“ It doesn’t look like anyone else was dropped here except you,” Yami said as he crouched down at the ground. “ are you sure you two walked through this ‘time gate’ together?” Aloys snorted.

“ Of course I am, I was holding her hand the entire time.” He explained, the other three frowned, if he was holding her hand, then how did they get seperated? Yami looked at the sky for a moment; it was beginning to get dark, they either had to find the girl quickly or call it a day.

“ It’s getting dark,” Gauche said as he also looked at the sky. “ we’ll have to call it a day for now and search again tomorrow.” Aloys began to quickly shake his head at his ‘father’s’ words.

“ No, No way! We have to find her! She’s only 9 years old, in a new and unfamiliar place! She could be hungry and scared or someone could grab her and take off with her!” Aloys shouted.

“ Yeah, she could be all those things. But she could also be anywhere in this city, or even anywhere in this country! How are you going to be able to find and look for your sister if you can’t see where you’re going because it’s too dark?!” Gauche shouted back, Aloys clenched his teeth and looked away; he knew Gauche was right, they wouldn’t be able to see much of anything in the dark, but she was his little sister, he had to find her. He promised.

“ W-What if it was Marie?” Grey asked softly as she opened her eyes and looked up at the brown haired man, he turned a small shade of pink and looked away. “ If it were her that were missing, wouldn’t you keep searching all the way until morning and beyond if you had to?” She heard him make a small noise in the back of his throat, he knew she was right, if Marie were missing there would be no stopping him until he found her.

Gauche looked at Aloys and saw a familiar, determined look. One he had on his face many times, especially when it came to something, or someone, important to him. He sighed and scratched the back of his head.

“ Fine, we’ll keep looking for the girl. But if we don’t find her by morning then we’ll stop and regroup. Got it?” He asked Aloys, who smiled and nodded in agreement. Gauche looked at Yami. “ Captain, if you need to, you can head back. We can handle this.”

Yami stared at Gauche and Grey for a moment before a smirk made its way across his face. He walked past them and towards where his broom was leaning on a tree.

“ Alright, if you need me you still have the communication device I gave you. So use it if you’re in trouble.” Yami instructed before he stepped onto his broom and lifted himself into the air and flew off into the direction of the shared house.

Though, he had a feeling they wouldn’t need to call for help.

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Yami landed outside the house with a soft ‘thud’, it was already dark out, a small piece of him hoped that they found the girl and were on their way back. But considering she could be anywhere made him doubt they would be able to find her in one day. He opened the door and, just like this morning, everyone was seated around the dining table getting ready to eat.

“ Oh, welcome back Captain Sukehiro!” Alistar greeted warmly and with a cheerful smile, Yami nodded at the white haired boy before walking towards the other. Hikari turned to face her ‘father’ and she also smiled, Yami blinked a bit, he almost forgot her smile was the exact same as Charlotte’s. He gave her a small smile before he sat next to her.

“ Rough day?” Hikari asked before putting a piece of food into her mouth, Yami looked around the table and noticed everyone was either eating or had just finished and were cleaning up the kitchen. He shrugged.

“ Not too bad I guess. I had to inform everyone about being on the lookout for other kids, and lo and behold, I was called to Julius’s office again for another kid.” He muttered as he poured himself a small glass of wine and took a sip.

“ Zora already told us that,” Charlotte said as she walked in from the kitchen. “ Who was it this time?”

“ Grey and Gauche, their son Aloys attacked the Magic Knights guarding the Castle and of course Julius had to step in. He’s a chip off the old block when he’s pissed.” Yami said with a small smirk, it was amusing that when the boy was angry he acted just like Gauche, but otherwise he was more like Grey. He silently wondered if their daughter was the same way, or if she was the opposite? Hikari quickly put down her fork and looked at him.

“ Aloys is here? Is Maelie here too?” She asked as she turned in her seat, Yami let out a small sigh before shaking his head.

“ She’s lost apparently, Gauche, Grey, and Aloys are still out searching for her.” Yami explained before she suddenly got up and headed straight for the door, with Alistar right behind her. “ Where are you going?”

“ To help them look for her! I can’t believe you left them out there to search on their own!” She said angrily, her father was never this way, he never abandoned someone who needed help!

“ Now wait a minute-.” Charlotte started but was cut off.

“ No I won’t! Why did you leave them to look for her on their own, why didn’t you stay and help them?!” She asked Yami, he stood up and looked at her.

“ Because I trust them.” He answered simply. “ I know they’ll find her and they won’t stop until they do, I gave them a communication device in case they needed me. But I don’t think they’ll need to use it.” Hikari glared at him before turning around and grabbed the door knob.

“ Trusting them isn’t a good enough reason.” She muttered before pulling the door open and being greeted with a purple shirt, one she recognized.

“ Gauche?”

As the dark haired girl’s gaze traveled higher she noticed Gauche was carrying a small girl in his arms, one with dark blue-ish brown hair and wearing a blue and white dress.

He was holding Maelie.

“ See? I told you.” Yami smirked, even from a distance he could see Hikari’s cheeks tinted with pink. Alistar chuckled slightly before patting her on the shoulder.

“ It’s ok, everyones wrong sometimes.” He tried to comfort, but in a teasing way since it was very rare for Hikari to be wrong. She quickly muttered something under her breath as she moved to allow the Adlai family inside. Grey closed the door softly behind them before following after Gauche and Aloys.

“ Where can we put her?” He asked the Captain’s, Yami jerked his thumb to the left.

“ There’s a room where the girls are staying, she can sleep in there for now.” He said with a shrug, Josslyn sighed and stood up from the table.

“ C’mon I’ll show you.” The pink haired girl quickly led them down the hall, Aloys turned around to face everyone.

“ We’ll explain later.” He laughed, he seemed to be much more relaxed and at ease now that they had found his little sister. He turned back around and followed the others down the hall.

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Sorry the ending isn’t the best, I couldn’t think of how to end it 😅. I might have a small scene where they find maelie in the next chapter but i’m not sure yet 😅. Anyway thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#children of the future #black clover fanfiction #yami sukehiro #charlotte roselei #gauche adlai #black clover grey #oc; hikari #hikari is not my oc #oc; josslyn #josslyn is not my oc #oc; alistar #oc; aloys #oc; maelie #chapter 10

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dawnmon · 4 years ago

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Awesamdude 9/14 WHERE IS DREAM Lore Transcript, Most of one anyway

Ello! This is a partial transcript of Sam's stream on 9/14, WHERE IS DREAM, mostly his convo with Dream in the cell because I found it interesting and didn't want to do all of it, I don't have that time-

Anyway, this is my like second transcript, so enjoy! RBs appreciated!

*Text*: Sound effects *Laughs* *Sighs*

(Text): Actions, descriptions, or lulls (Pause) (Long Pause) (Looks away) (Loudly)

/Text: Overlapping lines

DREAM SMP | WHERE IS DREAM LORE STREAM - Twitch

Starts at 00:17:55

DREAM: I can’t be telling people about the book, if i tell people about the book, then- then just, I dunno, everyone becomes too powerful, what if- what if the wrong person...knows it?

(Long silence)

DREAM: I mean, I’m the perfect person to know.

SAM: How are you the perfect person to know? You’re not the good guy, Dream. Don’t pretend like you’re the good guy. We both know that’s not true.

DREAM: I don’t think that I’m a bad guy.

SAM: How are you not the bad guy?

DREAM: Well, I think, there’s, yknow, good people do bad things.I think, yknow, it’s just, / a matter of perspective, good guys, bad guys….

SAM: /Bad people do bad things.

SAM: So what you did to Tommy. You were just a good guy, doing a bad thing? Making a mistake?

(Dream stays silent for a long while.)

DREAM: Look, just don’t tell Quackity.

SAM: Y'know what? I might tell Quackity. It depends on what kind of shenanigans I see…. This is-

DREAM: I’m telling you, this is the only thing- Look everywhere, this is the only thing-

SAM: I’ve already been looking everywhere, Dream. *Sigh*. I- Fine. Fine. I won’t tell Quackity you’re still here.

DREAM: ...Okay....

SAM: But-

DREAM: Cause… you know he’ll kill me. But you’ll still have to feed me, and you still have to, yknow-

SAM: I mean, I don’t have to…. You have a few potatoes in here, I see you’ve been...eating half meals, or what?

DREAM: Yeah, we’ve been saving them, but….

SAM: Saving them so you could escape, right? Out of this… tunnel you were going to dig, under-

DREAM: No! Because you gave us raw potatoes, and we don’t have food half the time, so we’re saving them.

SAM: ...Who’s idea was it to eat raw potatoes, Dream, let’s remember that.

SAM: Y’know what, stay here. Don’t come towards the bridge. (Sam turns to leave)

DREAM: No! Wait….

DREAM: Look, okay, at least… I dunno, what if you let me- what if I… Can you- I dunno, anything, I’ve been in here for so long, Sam.

(Sam silently looks at him) DREAM: Can I go to the courtyard, y'know… can I-

SAM: Dream, what do you mean “can I go to the courtyard”?! You-You’re…! *sigh* I just had a situation where you were- you looked like you had disappeared!

(long silence)

DREAM: ...It’s secure, though….

SAM: ...Yeah. Why is the courtyard secure? You wanted to see the light, Dream, you wanted to see the outside.

DREAM, quietly: Yeah….

SAM: Guess what, Dream. Guess what. Guess what happened to the courtyard.

(long silence)

SAM: I sealed it up.

DREAM: Alright, I get it-

SAM: I sealed it up, yeah, I sealed it up, yknow why I sealed it up, Dream? ...Because it was a security flaw!

DREAM: Well, I didn’t know that-

SAM: Because it was a security flaw, Dream, that’s why I sealed it up. And the prisoner didn’t need to see the light, remember? Oh, and the steak, remember the steak, remember the potatoes, the steak? The cows? I was gonna cook the cows?

DREAM: ...Okay, well I didn’t know that I was gonna end up in here.

SAM: Right, right, so it was okay as long as someone else was the one eating the raw potatoes.

(Dream is silent)

SAM: Right? That’s when it was- when it was okay, that way, right? But now that it’s you, it- it’s not as fun, right? Yeah. ...And we can’t go to the courtyard, Dream, that’s a big security issue, big security flaw.

DREAM: ...May-Maybe you were right….

SAM: You think so? ...I can’t believe this, Dream….

DREAM: I didn’t realize how, bad it was…. I thought they’d be fine with potatoes, I thought they’d be fine with not seeing the courtyard…!

SAM: Hm.

DREAM: I get it, you wanted to be fancy, you wanted steak, and…. Light

SAM: Yeah. Yknow. Just because someone was locked in jail doesn’t mean they, yknow, deserve to...have nothing. ...You didn’t even- you didn’t even want to have books!

DREAM: Well, then put it back like that! Put it- Change it to you're- the way you wanted to do it. The way you wanted to do the prison, make all the changes-/ give me more stuff in here- (unintelligible)

SAM: /What is the trick here?! What’s the trick here, what’s the trick, is, like- What have you two planned?! You’re- there’s something, something’s wrong here.

DREAM: How is that a plan?! Me saying, / steak, and... seeing the light-

SAM: /Something’s here, something’s wrong here, something’s wrong here…. What are you planning?

DREAM: I didn’t know that- I wouldn’t- (inteligible)

SAM: You’ve never asked to go to the courtyard before, and now suddenly you want to go to the courtyard? After Technoblade has magically disappeared from the cell with you?! DREAM: I thought I’d be getting out of here and seeing the light! I haven’t seen the light… in ages.

SAM: I sealed it, Dream. There is no light, even in the courtyard.

DREAM: Yeah… Well, that’s ‘cause I said to, you can undo it.

SAM: I guess I could…

(silence)

SAM: It’s-

DREAM: … you could.

SAM: ...I...I can’t believe this, Dream... I…! Every-Everything that you hate about the prison was your idea. You should- You should exp- You should, y’know what?! Y’know what, I’m-I’m glad. I’m glad that you haven’t seen the light in a while. This was literally- this was literally the experience you wanted for the prisoners!

SAM: (Stammering) You made this bed, literally. You- Like, I may have built it, I may have engineered it, but... it was... you were the one that wanted…!

SAM: (Stammering) Do you know what you put Tommy through?! ...This is… I mean, I don’t even think this is as bad! I th- You should be thankful!

SAM: You wanted this to be for Tommy, Dream. You and me both know it. You- We both know, you told me to build this so you could put Tommy in here, didn’t you?

(Dream remains silent)

SAM: That’s why you wanted people to be able to visit. That way you could… flaunt Tommy, who you’ve got stuck in a cell, in front of everyone! That’s why you wanted people to be able to visit, that’s why you didn’t want the courtyard, because you didn’t want that for Tommy.

SAM, angrily: And you didn’t want him to have a good place to live, you didn’t want him to have good food, because, you wanted to- you wanted to give him raw potatoes! You didn’t want to give him steak. You just wanted him to- have a horrible life in here! So, keep it for yourself, Dream.

(Dream remains silent)

SAM: you… You deserve this. You’re the bad guy here! And you’re- you’re lucky I don’t tell Quackity you’re here!

(Dream remains silent)

SAM: Maybe next time it won’t be Quackity who comes into the cell, maybe it’ll be me! Don’t ask me to go to the courtyard.

DREAM: ...Alright.

SAM. Go over there. (Dream moves to the back of the cell). I’ll be back to fill in this hole. And… no- no more shenanigans. Or I will tell Quackity that you’re here. And we both know what will happen. (Sam walks out of the cell) ...You’re very certain of it, so….

(He drinks fire res and pearls out)

SAM: I’ll be back soon, Dream. Just… why don’t you write me a little book, Dream? Write me a book about… y’know, how much you’re going to enjoy your experience here in the prison. Sound good? (Dream is silent)

SAM: And if you know something, about Techno, Dream? I expect that while you’re here enjoying your stay, you’ll think about, uh, y’know, letting me know whatever you know. Right?

(Dream is silent) SAM: Good.

(He watches Dream as the lava curtain falls slowly down)

SAM: That’s all I have to say to you, Dream.

(Sam walks away as stream ends)

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glynnisi · 4 years ago

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ShieldShock Holiday Fic 2020 FOR @ava-rosier

At Ao3: Snowbound Christmas

Prompts:

-There's only one hotel room left and it's a blizzard outside and There Is Only One Bed.

-Either at a Mall or an Airport during the busy holiday season, a villain is trying to steal/ruin the holidays and Steve and Darcy, who are both there for Reasons, team up to foil the dastardly plot.

-When Darcy wore her new, risqué Captain America xmas/holiday sweater to work that day, she didn't expect that he would actually...y'know...SEE it.

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So, it’s been a while since I wrote. Hi, friends!!! :) But I adore ShieldShock still and will always adore @mcgregorswench and the ShieldShock Holiday Fic Exchange. I tried to capture the feel of your prompts, @ava-rosier . I’ve done holiday in the airport before but can NEVAH get too much of THERE IS ONLY ONE BED. Hope you’re having a wonderful holiday, enjoying seeing 2020 finally end, and that you’ll enjoy your ShieldShock holiday fic gift!!! :)

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Snowbound Christmas

Darcy startled as the car door scraped open over deep snow and a gust of wind blew in to steal her breath. It was even colder than the previous times. Steve could move fast, but not faster than the blizzard winds. He shook his head as he slammed the door closed behind him, sealing them in the relative calm. The only sound at first was the rustle of her shivering. He turned the car on again and they both savored relief as the air around them warmed.

She shifted position in her seat. “Steve, my friend! No room in the Inn?” Darcy tried to sound upbeat rather than weary. “I’d so hoped the eleventh try would be the charm. I mean, those two were raved over in Google as ‘simple’ and ‘budget’. You wouldn’t think that would draw a crowd.” She continued to watch the snow fall, eyes going out of focus.

Steve shook his head and pushed his snow-damp hair back. “I tried all five places in the village. Cut across town on foot rather than wasting gas.” He frowned. “I’m too stubborn. Should ‘a stopped twenty miles back where there were more possibilities. I’m sorry, Darcy.” He kept his eyes on the road as he started slowly moving. The snow was falling hard, gusting winds whipping it around them with abandon. Even with four-wheel drive, good snow tires, and perfect reflexes- Steve didn’t dare go more than fifteen miles per hour. Driving was hazardous, more by the minute.

Darcy shrugged her shoulders. “The forecast was off. I thought we had more time before it got bad, too. I swear! I only closed my eyes for like twenty seconds. When I opened them again it looked like I’d missed seeing three inches fall. You must be freezing. The other motels are two miles away, aren’t they?” She shivered, both sympathetically and because the car was still warming up.

“I’ll be fine.” Steve sighed again and glanced at Darcy’s phone before staring ahead of them again. “Any other ideas?”

Darcy squinched up her features, “well…” She was glad Steve focused his attention on the road. She worried that her idea wouldn’t be well received. “We could ask the others for suggestions? Surely Tony owns something between here and the City.” Darcy held her breath. She’d seen Steve and Tony clash at the Avengers Upstate Base enough to know that he didn’t want to ask Tony’s help.

Steve reached in his jacket pocket and handed his phone to Darcy, groaning in resignation. “Had the same thought. See if he’s replied?” He steeled himself.

Darcy laughed merrily as she read his incoming texts.

“That bad?” Steve’s frown lines deepened.

Darcy’s lips twitched. “Nah, buddy-o. Tony’s busting your chops about being a damsel in distress. He reminds you that he’s been away from Pepper for a week and has injuries to rest up from. Says to cool your heels at a summer lake cabin of hers. Coordinates and key code provided. And to resist the urge to crash dramatically into the lake as it wouldn’t be very festive of you. Cabin can be drafty, but was cleaned recently. Which, yay! They were going to come up last week for a dating anniversary celebration before the weather changed and he took that mission.”

Steve nodded and blew out an impatient breath. He glanced at Darcy again, “does anyone other than Jane know you’re with me?” His tone sounded wary.

Again, Darcy shrugged and avoided his gaze. “I dunno. If the local mechanic didn’t have sick kids at home, I’d be driving myself through this like I planned. Probably would’ve crashed in a snow drift by now or be caught in the sadly-parked madness on the interstate you were smart enough to skip. Why? I’m sorry that coming for me put you behind schedule. You’re too kind, putting yourself out for little ole me. You probably have plans with close friends, or something.” She trailed off, uncertain if that was a fair assumption regarding Steve. As much time as they’d spent together since they met over a year before, he seemed to always be working.

Darcy frowned, sad for Steve. And for herself. She’d tried in vain to shake the crush she had on the loneliest Avenger. He seemed determined to stay lonely and fill his time almost entirely with work. Whenever he came to Jane’s lab, she struggled not to let her extreme thirst for him show. She ended up babbling most times, griping about stuff and talking nonsense. He came by the lab a lot, so she had many embarrassing memories to cringe about.

“Not really. And don’t apologize, Darcy. I wanted to help you. I’m glad you’re with me rather than stuck, or worse.” Steve chose to ignore part of her question for the moment. “I was just going by Tony and Pepper’s party at the Tower to keep some peace between us. Then I figured I might go to Brooklyn to see the crazy lights they put up there these days, and then maybe head down to D.C. to see Sam. Nothing firm. No big deal.” He turned into a skid and eased up on the gas. Anyone else would have registered alarm at the need to maneuver like that. The majority of drivers would have wrecked. Sleet mixed in with the precipitation.

Darcy nodded, silent. She clicked on the coordinates Tony had sent and turned up the volume on the phone directions. When there was a pause, she spoke up, “still sorry to keep you from your party, lights, and Sam. I’m relieved that you weren’t just planning to ignore the holiday at the Upstate Base again this year, though. No offense, but hearing you did that last year made me mad at you.” She let out an indignant huff and blinked back tears.

He raised his brows, but didn’t reply at first. Finally, not wanting to seem rude, Steve asked, ��mad? Why?” He fought against both flickers of hope and melancholy.

Steve tried not to wish for what he believed he couldn’t have. He’d found that Darcy won friends easily, but rarely let anyone get close enough to know her the way he’d like to know her. She kept things light and funny, using her humor as a shield against intimacy. He admired her ability to deflect when she used it with others, lamented it when she used it with him.

The first day they met, Steve fell hard for the brash, strong-willed, funny, gorgeous dame. And then he met her boyfriend, Ian. Even after that relationship ended, Darcy made it crystal clear that she saw Steve only as a friend. Her emotional shield pushed him back like the strongest of force fields. She bristled if he held a door or pulled out a chair for her. She acted like it was weird if he did anything for her- like bringing her coffee when he was getting some for himself in Jane’s lab.

Also, there was Darcy’s apparent dislike of soldiers. She cursed agents and soldiers as ‘jack-booted thugs’ every time a piece Jane’s equipment misbehaved. He’d overheard Darcy rant to Jane about her sister’s hard life with a military guy Darcy disdained as ‘Soldier Boy’. Steve was a soldier. He'd never regretted it until it came between him and the only 21st century woman he’d met who captivated him.

Her tone as she spoke next brought Steve out of his reverie. “I know that those you love from your time were more like family to you… that you still mourn all you lost.” Darcy avoided looking at Steve, “But, I consider you a friend and I don’t like for anyone to treat my friends bad… especially, themselves. Thinking of you doing busy work and walking echoing halls alone. Imagining you eating frozen dinners and training alone while the rest of the world celebrated? Too sad. Awful. I wish you would’ve let me, I mean, someone, anyone, know that you didn’t have plans.” Darcy swallowed hard around the lump in her throat. She’d held that in for the better part of a year and was terrified that she’d overstepped enough to anger Steve. If her voice sounded brittle, she couldn’t help it. Her feelings for Steve ran deep. She’d taken one look at Steve Rogers and lost her heart irrevocably.

Steve shook his head and joked to offer one correction, “I hardly ever eat frozen dinners.” He cleared his throat. “What did you do for Christmas last year?” Steve’s tone was mild, unreadable. He’d spent a lot of the previous year’s holiday week reliving the pain of seeing Darcy being kissed by Ian under mistletoe. It was a harsh blow since he’d heard rumors that they’d broken up and dared hope for a chance with her. Thinking of that terrible moment still filled Steve with potent jealousy.

Darcy cut a glance Steve’s way. “I went to the usual lame lab holiday party, complete with joke gifts and too much mistletoe. Then, un-fun family time. As soon as I could escape my dumb sister Beth and ‘Soldier Boy’, I got back to Jane’s. I made Thor watch Christmas cartoons while I struggled to explain the pop nuances of them to him. We drank eggnog. I exchanged joke gifts with him and Jane and Erik. Then we all helped serve Christmas dinner at homeless shelter. And I ate too much and fell asleep on the couch at Jane’s place that night. I ‘peopled’.” She glared at Steve and repeated in an accusing tone, “’Peo-ple-d!’”

Darcy frowned as she also remembered Ian cornering her under mistletoe before Christmas. He tried to get back together with her until she threatened to tase him. It had cast a pall over Darcy’s entire holiday. That was one interaction with people she did NOT look back on fondly.

Steve chuckled weakly, “and you’re mad at me for not ‘people-ing?’”

“You never want anyone to pity you in any way, but then you do stupid stuff like that! I mean, I was drunk when Thor told me, but it made me CRY.” Darcy shook her head and looked away, frowning, angry. “Sorry. Said too much. Not my business. I know. Sorry.” She hunched her shoulders as though concerned he might offer a rebuke.

Steve's face fell into a sad grin. “No need to… It’s nice that you worry about me, Darcy. Thanks for that.” He resisted the urge to cover her hand with his. “I’m sorry I made you cry.” Genuine distress filled him, that she’d cried and that he had no right to offer comfort. Something in her reaction brought out his deepest protective instincts.

Careful to avoid distracting Steve from driving, Darcy poked his rock-hard bicep. “Pfft. Silly. You’re not alone, even if you try. You have friends. I’m your friend. You know that. Right?”

“Friends.” Steve nodded, grim. “Yeah. Thank you for being my friend, Darcy.” He sighed, long and low.

Darcy nodded, unable to speak around the lump in her throat.

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Soon, they arrived at the coordinates. A tiny cabin nestled in the deepening snow. It was dark, but for a dim light visible through its large windows.

Darcy moaned, “finally.”

“I could carry…” Steve’s voice trailed off as Darcy threw her door open and jumped out into the knee-deep snow. She almost fell, but righted herself. The winds swirled snow and sleet all around her.

“Shit! Cold!” Darcy trudged with purpose towards the cabin. “So cold! And, eww, wet. Oh!” She input the code Tony had sent for the front door lock and shoved inside. Darcy kicked off her snow-covered boots and dropped her coat inside the front door. She scurried to the bathroom. “Some of us don’t have super bladder capacity!” Her brief view of the cabin interior was minimal. Dark shapes stood out against the eerie snow light through the windows.

Steve slammed his car door and followed. He shook his head and yelled back, “nobody has that” as he picked up Darcy’s coat, shook snow off, and hung it on a hook. He toed off his boots and set them and Darcy’s boots near the fireplace. Then, he peeled off his snow pants and hung them on a hook near the door. They’d kept his jeans dry.

“Don’t get your tights in a twist. I’m hurrying!” Darcy called from the bathroom.

Brows raised; Steve surveyed the cabin. He flicked light switches and swore under his breath as low, golden light bathed the tight space. The room was dominated by a low bed and floor to ceiling windows. A Christmas tree decorated with lights stood by the bed. There were at least a dozen pillows and a sheer hanging canopy laced with warm string lights over the bed. There was no sofa, only two reading chairs and a small table in front of the fireplace. A kitchenette took space along one wall. It had a well-stocked wine rack.

Mostly, there was the ridiculously romantic-looking bed. Face prickling with heated anxiety, Steve found a thermostat and started the heater. Then, he began to build a fire in the brick fireplace. The cabin was cold and the windows were more suited to airiness than warmth. The back walls were brick, attractive but cold in winter weather.

“Uh, Steve?” Darcy sounded sheepish; voice muffled by the bathroom door. “Can you hand me a blanket or look for a robe or something? I’m sorry to trouble you. My pants are soaked up to the knees and I can’t put them back on. They’re freezing. Wet with snow.”

Steve closed his eyes, still for several seconds. He looked around for a closet and saw instead a wardrobe. He grabbed a black silk robe, frowning at the sheer and gauzy red alternative hanging beside it. The top shelves held baskets of swimsuits, shorts, and other summer clothes. He took the black robe off the hangar and walked to the bathroom. He knocked and held out the robe, eyes averted. Then, he went back to work on the fire.

“Thanks, I didn’t think. Just ran to the bathroom. I…” Darcy stopped as she got a good look at the cabin. “Oh, holy… uh, night.” She cut a careful glance Steve’s way.

Steve shook his head and chuckled. “Something like that. Don’t worry. I can sleep on the floor. I’ve done worse.” He arranged another log in the growing flames and warmed his hands.

“You can NOT! Don’t be stupid. I won’t attack you. Promise. We both need to sleep and there’s room for two if we remove a few hundred pillows.” Darcy’s tone sounded more certain and stubborn as she talked. She rolled her eyes at him. “Make a line of pillows down the middle of the bed as a dividing line if you want to keep me away. Or, I can do it.” She frowned at him, set her jeans near the fire to dry, and moved to the kitchenette. Darcy opened the refrigerator, freezer, and cabinets to see what they had to work with. “Sorry about my coat and boots. I was gonna get them, I swear.”

Steve frowned, disliking her urgent anxiety. “No problem.”

Darcy opened a bottle of water and drank it. “I didn’t dare drink much water while we were stuck in the car, but I still needed a bathroom for at least the past hour.” She offered him a bottle, which he accepted and downed before returning his attention to his work. Darcy moved food from the freezer to the refrigerator to thaw. She opened a couple of cans of soup and put them on to simmer, and sat in a reading chair. “I checked the weather forecast while I was in the bathroom. We’re not getting out of here on our own power before tomorrow night at the earliest.” She tightened the belt on the robe and leaned towards the fire, hands outstretched. “Nice. Getting a little warmth there. Thanks.”

Steve excused himself to the restroom. On his return, he sat in the other chair. He watched the fire’s progress, then turned his attention to the deepening snow visible through the windows all around them. “Quieter now. Slowing down, or a lull before more blizzard.”

“Lull, according to radar. Fresh snow absorbs sound. Something about air between the flakes dampening vibrations.” When Steve gave her an impressed look, Darcy grinned, “I saw it in a meme on the Internet. Must be true.” She winked at him.

Steve returned her grin. “Internet. So helpful.”

“Except when it’s REALLY not.” She made a face, both sad and angry. “Beth met ‘Soldier Boy’ online. And, of course his worst notions get amplified there. Bleurgh.”

Careful, Steve dared, “what branch of the Military is your brother-in-law with?”

Darcy choked on water. “Br... Whaa?” She shook her head, hard. “God, no! Don’t say that. It might come true if you say it. Eww! Grandma Esther'd roll right out of her grave to beat the ever-living sh… heck… pardon me, out of Beth if she marries that Nazi wannabe.” Darcy shuddered dramatically. “Crud. They’ve been dating more than a year. And, Christmas… You may be right. Ugh.” She spoke as she texted into her phone, “‘If you marry him, I’ll give you kitty litter as a wedding present, used kitty litter. Dumbass. BTW I hate him. He’s awful.’ Ugh. Delete. Delete. Delete.”

Steve digested all this and stayed quiet. He noted with interest that Darcy’s cheeks reddened as though with embarrassment. In his experience she didn’t embarrass easily. Her plush lower lip jutted out in a pout. “Beth’s dating a racist faux-militia-type lunatic. She’s decided she’s Sub to his Dom and overlooks his politics and crazy behavior. It’s nauseating.” Darcy frowned, sad, “I don’t see the attraction. Mom says the sex must be great, cuz she doesn’t understand the attraction, either.” Darcy twirled a piece of her hair nervously on one finger. “Mom thought she had the worst taste in men in the family, but Beth’s making her wonder.” She shook her head. “Sorry. Nothing to you. You don’t know them. Crazy family of a sorta friend.”

“I know you… some. I care more than you think.” Now Steve’s cheeks reddened. He hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

Darcy gestured as though to bump shoulders with him. “Nice.” She arranged the robe over her legs, both from cold and modesty.

Hesitant, Steve ventured, “you never mention your father.”

Darcy’s gaze turned his way. “Nope. Long gone.” Her expression hardened. “Thank goodness.”

After an awkward silence fell between them, Steve went to the stove and spooned soup into two bowls. He returned to his place by the fire. He handed Darcy her soup, noting her mild surprise at being served. They ate without speaking. When they were done, they both took their bowls and rinsed them in the sink.

Darcy walked over to the bed and started moving pillows. “Do you want a dividing line?” She didn’t try to meet his gaze.

“Not necessary. Let’s put the pillows by the windows. They’ll block some of the cold that’s coming in and making it hard for this place to warm up.” Steve pressed pillows along the bottom edge of one window. He glanced back as Darcy slid beneath the covers, still wearing the black robe. The warm light brought out red and light brown highlights in her long hair. She looked even prettier than usual in the golden glow. And he thought she was always beautiful.

Darcy shivered hard. “Sheets are freezing!”

Swallowing hard, Steve sat on the far side of the bed from her. “Want the decorative lights off?”

“N…n..not unless you do. They’re p..pretty. Make me think warmer thoughts.” Her shivers shook the bed.

Steve shifted so that he could lift the covers and lay underneath them. They were icy cold against his pants. He imagined the chill was worse against Darcy’s bare legs. He lay back and closed his eyes, feeling the motion of the bed from Darcy’s shaking. The winds began to wail again, harder than before. He opened his eyes and turned to look out at the raging blizzard. “Wanna lay back-to-back? I run warm.” As she shifted so that she faced away from him, he rolled to his side and moved back against her. He cursed himself as a masochist.

“Ohhh. Fuck, yes!” Darcy swore under her breath and whispered, “sorry. So sorry!”

“I know what you mean and you don’t have to avoid cursing around me. We’re not on a mission communicator in an official capacity. That ‘language’ thing they joke me about is nonsense. I don’t give a damn about how people want to talk in regular life.” Steve closed his eyes again, trying to keep his tone even as Darcy wriggled against his back. He heard her mutter thanks a few times. Making her feel good pleased him.

Five minutes later, Darcy rolled over and pressed her cold nose against his shoulder. She spent several minutes trying to figure out where to put her hands. She ended up crossing her arms over her chest and tucking her hands under her chin. Within minutes, she was asleep.

Listening to the sound of Darcy’s breathing as it evened out and deepened lulled Steve to sleep soon after. His face settled into a small smile.

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Steve supposed it was a slight change in the blizzard-muted light of day that woke him next. Languorous, sensual dreams dissipated through his hazy thoughts. Dream images of Darcy, kiss-swollen lips and bared creamy skin, heated his blood.

Then, awareness hit him hard. He and Darcy clenched in a lover’s embrace. Their legs entwined and her head was on his chest. Her sweet, feminine scent filled his senses. Her amazing breasts pressed against one side of his chest. One of her hands was against his arm and the other warmed the skin of his stomach, inside his shirt. It all felt so good and right that it stole his breath. His body’s natural response to his dreams, to her, and to waking was extreme. He was afraid to move lest any friction push him past sanity. A small, low moan sounded in her throat as she shifted against him. He tensed.

Her voice was raspy with sleep. “I know it’s awkward, but I’m way too comfy to regret it. You feel good, Steve.”

“Right back atcha’, Doll,” he whispered. Wishing himself back in his dreams, he kissed her forehead and squeezed her even closer. He wanted her so much he could hardly stand it.

Darcy made another small sound in her throat as she wriggled against him. The realization that he was aroused sparked her passions, but she didn’t dare to presume too much. Maybe it was only an impressive sign of morning. She followed his example and placed a chaste kiss below his jaw. She felt his heart pounding more quickly and closed her eyes again. She flexed her fingers against his ridiculously-cut abdomen and felt him jolt. She debated if any of his reactions had anything to do with her in particular. She wished they did.

Both of them were awake, but neither admitted it. Each of them savored the embrace and the feel of the other’s body. They each fantasized about the other. They fantasized about passionate first moves, expressing affection and desire. Want. They became lost in imagining more and more. Time passed. Their emotions swirled like the blizzard winds that trapped them together.

They lay cuddled and simmering with unspoken desires until Steve’s phone rang. It broke the spell. He moved away from Darcy and answered the phone.

She watched the play of muscles under the back of his shirt and struggled to stifle her lust. Darcy closed her eyes. It was futile. Her lust for Steve had been growing for over a year. In this circumstance, lust was inevitable.

While Steve talked with Sam, assuring him that he was fine though the storm prevented him reaching the City, Darcy left the bed and went to the bathroom. She snagged her dry jeans on her way there. She took a shower and did what she could with toothpaste she found in the medicine cabinet and her finger. When she came back out, she hung the robe in the wardrobe and put on her Christmas cardigan. She looked through the wardrobe and giggled at the sheer red robe. Then, Darcy took a step back. She buttoned and straightened her sweater by her reflection in the wardrobe mirror.

Steve paused in his conversation, a gob-smacked look on his face, “what…?!”

“Oh! Yeah. I know. Gaudy, isn’t it? Well, last year Tony gifted the ‘ugliest sweater at his party’ winner $10,000. I know what he can be like, so I thought I’d stand a better chance of catching his wallet’s attention if I went a little on the sexy side. And I sewed in lights.” Darcy twirled and turned on the LED lights that adorned the sweater. Her dark green Christmas cardigan had bauble Avenger emblem buttons. A Captain America Shield button strained to hold the sweater together over Darcy's breasts. Silver and gold trim around the hem resembled tinsel. Red and gold lighted and embroidered ornaments dotted the sweater at random. It was a bit gaudy rather than ugly, but sexy most of all since the fabric hugged Darcy’s ample curves. She wore it over a tight red top and skinny black jeans. The ensemble played up her natural assets.

Steve could only nod in reply. He tried to turn his full attention back to his conversation, but didn’t do well.

By the time Steve was off the phone and had made the bed, Darcy found waffles in the freezer and syrup in the pantry. She had coffee brewing and was downing another bottle of water when Steve began stoking the fire embers and adding wood. They shared a quiet breakfast. Steve tried not to look at Darcy’s figure and failed again and again. He tried not to fantasize as Darcy licked syrup from her lips. He failed.

As they finished breakfast, Darcy looked around the cabin. “Aw, man. No TV?”

“Actually, there’s one over the bed.” Steve swallowed the last of his coffee.

“Over?” Darcy gave him a disbelieving look and went over to look up inside the bed canopy. “You’re not kidding.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “at first I thought it was a mirror.”

Darcy lay on the bed, on her back. She looked around for a remote control, finally finding one in the nearby window sill. “Icy remote.” She pointed it up and sighed, “but it works!” Channel flipping and streaming services browsing occupied her for some time.

She hoped rather than believed that Steve was looking at her with lusty interest.

Steve was. The intimacy of their situation and Darcy’s sensual appearance were a potent combination. He could hardly speak. He excused himself to go get a quick shower. He came back out a few minutes later, dressed again but still toweling his hair dry.

Darcy didn’t meet Steve’s eye as she offered, “you’re welcome to join me. Just friends watching television, ya know. I’m watching a silly Christmas movie. ’Scrooged.’ Okay?”

Steve shrugged as he made his way back to the bed. He shuffled, awkward, as he drew nearer.

Darcy shifted towards one edge of the bed, not meeting his gaze. “Plenty of room. Don’t mind me.”

He smiled as he sat on the other edge of the bed and forced himself to speak up. “Sam said that they’re busy helping first responders deal with stranded motorists. Hundreds of them all across the state. A lot of people didn’t have our luck and find shelter. I had to agree with him that it’s more important that they help them than us. I’m sorry you won’t have the chance to win the sweater contest.” He eased onto his back beside her, folding a pillow behind his head.

“Of course, they need to help people who’re stuck!” Darcy shuddered. “It’s super cold out there and the storm got out of hand so fast. I can only imagine. We’re fine here.” She grinned and turned to him. “You really think I’d win?”

Steve was struck by how pretty her green eyes were. He blushed. Her look turned quizzical. He nodded and spoke a thick reply, “yeah. Definitely.” Steve forced his gaze up to the television mounted above them. “I assume that ‘Scrooged’ refers to the Dickens novella?”

“Yup.” Darcy shifted further to the edge and lifted the covers so that she could get under the blankets. Once under there, she groused, “darned lights and ornaments are poking me.” She frowned, and unbuttoned the sweater again and lay it aside. Buttons and lights made a clicking sound on the floor by the bed.

After debating for what felt like an endless time, Steve got under the covers and shifted closer to her. “Can’t let you freeze.”

Darcy rolled up on her side and looked him in the eye. “It would be rude to let me freeze. I’m glad you’ve seen the light.” She winked at him, trying to seem playful. She thought that he was looking at her lips, but dismissed it as wishful thinking.

Steve assured her, “I’ll do my best to keep you from freezing. Wouldn’t want to be rude.” He put one arm around her, hand spanning the middle of her back. “I’m a polite guy.”

“You’re the nicest soldier I’ve ever met. Have I ever mentioned that?” Darcy ducked her head as a blush filled her cheeks. The way his hand covered her whole back made her feel tiny. Did things to her. Made her want his hands on her in other places. The fire she tried to play with was backfiring spectacularly, leaving Darcy breathless with desire.

“No. But I’m glad to hear it.” Steve gave her a squeeze.

There was a loud noise onscreen. Darcy rolled onto her back so that she could see the television again. She hoped Steve wouldn’t notice that her breath was racing.

After a few minutes, Steve nudged her. “Tell me about other soldiers you’ve met? There are good and bad apples in any group, you know.” He felt Darcy tense.

Though she didn’t look at Steve, Darcy decided to answer. She told him about Puente Antiguo and the SHIELD agents and soldiers who took Jane’s research- and their computers and even Darcy’s personal iPod. SHIELD ran a strange, temporary military base near the town and Erik worried about their absolute power. She told him about the shifts in those soldiers’ attitudes after Thor returned to Asgard. First, they were obsequious, but gradually more restrictive. They coveted Jane’s research and tried to control them all. After a long pause, Darcy shared, “some of them reminded me of my dad. He was military, Marine. Not a nice guy, especially to our mom.”

Steve rubbed Darcy’s arm as she talked. He felt that it was a privilege that Darcy was telling him something so personal. He didn’t want to break the spell, rather hoped that she might open up to him more.

Darcy blinked back tears. “He found fault with everything she did. She couldn’t do enough fast enough to avoid setting off his temper. Then he… well, you know.” Darcy ducked her head.

Realization dawned on Steve. “So, he never served her a dish or coffee even if he was getting something? He never held doors for her or pulled out a chair? You never saw him treat her with respect?”

Steve stilled as Darcy sat up on one elbow and stared at him, eyes wide. “Respect? No. No respect.” She grabbed the remote again. “Let’s look for something else. I saw…” Darcy glanced at Steve. “’White Christmas’ is about to start on this channel. I remember liking the dancing and pretty outfits and thinking it’s sweet. The story starts in your time, though. Do you mind? Will that make you too sad?”

Steve shook his head. “I’ve heard good things about it. I’ll be okay.” He wanted to say that he was more than okay with Darcy next to him, but was too tongue tied.

As the classic channel announcer talked, Darcy shifted closer to Steve again. “I want you to be okay. The 21st century’s not all bad, ya know.”

Again, Steve kissed Darcy’s forehead. “Yeah. Thanks, Doll.” He stroked her hair as they began watching the movie. “This okay?”

Darcy nodded, wondering if he was only being nice because he felt sorry for her or if there was another reason. “Yes. Very okay. Feels nice.” As his fingers trailed down her back, she shivered with pleasure. She wondered if he had any idea what his touch did to her. She savored the feelings, the want and heat, for a long time. Other thoughts ran through the back of her mind while she tried to ignore them.

Most of the way through the movie, the 'pretend-engagement' conspirators confessed to Bing Crosby’s character. Steve commented, approving, “at least they fessed up and set him straight. Too many times in romantic comedies the people avoid saying what’s on their mind until it’s too late. It's silly.” He stilled as Darcy pushed back from him and stared at him again. “What? You okay?”

Darcy nodded. “I… yeah. Sorry.” She sat up on the edge of the bed, paused the movie, and grasped her phone. After a moment, she nodded. “I’m gonna do this. I’m gonna make this call before I chicken out. Wish me luck.” She grabbed the green sweater from the floor and slipped it on over her red top again.

“Luck.” Steve got up and walked around the bed so he could sit next to Darcy. She looked up at him with a grateful warmth that transfixed him. He nudged her shoulder to offer comfort as someone answered her call.

“Beth? Hi. It’s Darcy. Merry something or other.” Darcy’s knee bounced, betraying her restlessness. Steve could feel tension fill her frame. After a moment, she continued, “yeah. Fine. I found a place to stay. I’m with a friend. And, Beth?” She took a deep breath, “He treats me with respect. Caring and respect. Even if he were…” Darcy paused. She rushed the next words out all at once, “well, if he was my Dom? He wouldn’t embarrass me or push away you or Mom by making me say ‘Meow’ and only ‘Meow’ to you at his whim. He wouldn’t think that's funny. He wouldn’t call me a ‘dimwit’ or a ‘bimbo’. He… Beth? I’m sorry to criticize your choices. But you deserve better than that kind of stuff. I hate the way Chad treats you, the way he talks down to you and tries to change you. You don’t need changing. I don’t know if it’s just me that Chad can’t stand. But, if it’s not? If he treats you like that in front of other people? I mean, would he demean you in front of your kids like Dad did Mom? Would he hurt you? How much like Dad…? Scratch that. Sorry. He’s not Dad. I’m not trying to be an unfair bitch to Chad, whatever he says. I worry that…” Darcy gasped, “don’t cry! I’m sorry! No! You… what? He what? He didn’t… What?!?” She shook, both in her body and voice. There was a long silence on Darcy’s end as her sister talked and cried. Darcy only interrupted the flow of words to utter sounds of disgust and disbelief.

Steve went to the kitchenette and got more water. He opened a bottle of wine and made thawed meat into fried burgers and baked French fries in the oven. He took Darcy water and returned to work on their lunch. The smell of good food soon filled the tiny cabin. He stayed busy, but most of his attention was on Darcy and her conversation.

Finally, Darcy rasped, “Well, that’s… What?! You’re thanking me? No. What? I thought you’d tell me to go to Hell, not take my call as a divine sign that you should say no and leave him. Oh, thank Baby Jesus!” Darcy laughed through tears. “Yes! I know I’m a bitch and I’m causing you to throw yourself on Mom’s mercy at Christmas. Enjoy her cookies for me. If it makes you feel better, I don’t have baking ingredients. Oh, fine! Hm? My friend? Awesome like you wouldn’t believe. Uh, I don’t know. It’s… pffft. I need to talk straight to him, too. Wish me luck?” Darcy wiped tears from her eyes. “Yes! I love you, too. Now, go. Text me when you’re safe at Mom’s and tell her I’m safe and I’ll call later. Merry Christmas.” Darcy hung up from the call and stared at the phone, rocking in place until she received a text. Then, she collapsed backwards onto the bed and stared up, unseeing.

Steve stayed quiet, letting Darcy calm from her talk with her sister. When the food was ready, Steve returned to her side and offered her a hand up, leading her towards the fire.

Darcy stumbled to a chair. “Thanks. You’re the best.” She drank more water.

“So, did he propose?” Steve began eating again and gave Darcy time to answer.

Darcy ate a bite of hamburger with a few fries and shook her head, “nope. TOLD her she was gonna marry him. Told her!” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Jackass! Good riddance.”

Wry, Steve shook his head. “Not very romantic. Not that I’m an expert in that department, but…”

Darcy only nodded as she devoured the rest of her food and sipped wine. “I had no idea how hungry I was.” She looked at Steve, thinking how lucky she was to be trapped with a good person who exuded calm and kindness. She especially appreciated that after the intensity of her conversation with her sister. Darcy sipped the wine as she focused on Steve. Being with him settled her, made her feel safe. And looking at him was always a delight. Steve Rogers was handsome, to be sure. He’d rolled up the sleeves on his green and blue flannel shirt. Unfair of him to subject her to sexy forearms on top of all the rest. Like every shirt she’d ever seen him wear, this one struggled to cover his muscles. She’d given up trying to think of adjectives that could convey how attractive Steve was. And nice. He didn’t call her out for staring at him like a weirdo, mooning after him. He didn’t even press her to speak up now, when she was sure he must be curious about the ‘straight talk’ she’d mentioned. He gave her the space she needed to regain her equilibrium.

Respect. Steve treated her with respect. She had a wonderful friend who treated her with respect. She ought to be forever grateful rather than daring to wish for more.

Steve finished his glass of wine and poured himself another.

Darcy held her glass out for him to top off, then sipped it again. “This is good stuff. I never spend more than $10 on a bottle. I’d bet the cork on this stuff costs that much,” she giggled, “or even the label.”

“I’ll give Tony money to cover it when we get back to the Tower.” Steve shrugged.

Darcy glanced outside. Snow and sleet fell still. “That’ll be a bit yet.”

Steve nodded, not sure what to say. He felt happy trapped with Darcy, to have a chance to talk with her and hold her close. Even if she only saw him as a friend who kept her from getting too cold. Silence fell between them again.

“Wanna finish the movie? Sorry I shut it off without asking.” Darcy needed more time to gather courage.

Steve nodded, “no problem. Yeah. I’d like to see the ending.”

They took their dishes to the sink and then returned to the bed. There, Darcy took off her Christmas sweater. She threw back the covers and snuggled next to Steve under the blankets. He put his arms around her while she used the remote to restart the movie. Finally, the lovers in the movie sorted out their misunderstanding, kissed, and made plans for their future. Fierce longing overwhelmed both Steve and Darcy. Unconsciously, he stroked her back.

There was no one and nothing to distract them or come between them. Nothing except for their own emotional shields. But it was a day for dropping those.

Cheers and strains of the song ‘White Christmas’ sounded behind the words ‘The End’. Darcy ducked her head so that she didn’t have to look Steve in the eye. “I wish…”

Steve interrupted, “I wish that you didn’t dislike soldiers so much, Darcy. I’m a soldier and I can’t change that, never could.”

Darcy pushed back from him, “what? Change? You? No! I don’t… Oh! No. I only dislike the bad ones. I don’t like jack-booted thugs who steal Jane’s research and my personal stuff. I don't like Nazi wanna-be’s or, well, mean soldiers. I like… I like you, Steve.” She swallowed hard and jutted her chin out. “I wish that your work didn’t take pretty much all your time and that you didn’t miss your good old days so much. I wish…” She blinked back unshed tears. “I really wish you wanted to be here- in this time- with me, Steve. I’m sorry. I know you only want to be friends. And I won’t say anything more to make you uncomfortable, friend.” She smiled a small, watery smile. “Friend. I’ve done that for you all this time. I can keep doing it. I want any relationship we can have, even just friends.”

Confusion filled Steve’s expression. “Is that why you say ‘friend’ to me so much? Because you think that’s all I want?”

“Uh huh.” Darcy nodded miserably.

He inched closer. “And you like me even though I’m a soldier? And you want to be more than friends with me? Darce?” He whispered, “do you… want?”

Darcy looked up at him, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry to make things so awkward when you’re stuck here with me. Yes. I want! I wish that you wanted to be more than fr…Mmph!”

Steve kissed her.

He pulled back and stared at her as he cupped her cheek with one hand. “Sorry. I should ‘a- May I kiss you? I’m crazy about you, Darcy. I’ve wanted you for months and months. Want you so much I can hardly stand it. Not just friends, please. More, Doll.” His eyes gleamed with fervor.

Darcy nodded, stunned.

Steve chuckled, kissed her forehead and kissed her cheek again, with reverence. “Darcy, Doll… can I get a ‘yes’ to me kissing you?” He shifted so that his lips were a hair’s breadth away from her lips. Charged air shook the space yet between the two of them. He waited.

“Yes!” Darcy closed the distance between them and met his kiss with her own. They both trembled into it, a feather-light exploration. They each absorbed the idea that they’d misread what the other wanted. She murmured again, “oh, yes, Steve.”

He grinned as he kissed her again, deepening the kiss. He nibbled at her plush lower lip as he’d fantasized and dreamed so many times. Reality was a million times better. Darcy shuddered against him and groaned with pleasure. Steve stilled and closed his eyes. “Oh, Doll.” Darcy teased at his lower lip and he groaned, “gonna be hard as hell to be a gentleman with you doin’ that.”

Darcy chuckled, “who says you have to be a gentleman?” She shifted her leg to brush against his hardness. “Mmm. You were saying?” She nibbled at his lip again and played with the top button of his shirt.

Steve jolted and cursed under his breath. He kissed her quiet, again deepening the kiss and learning how they fit together. Steve savored Darcy's lips and tongue and throat while also exploring what she liked best. Sensitive spots. Sweetness. Eagerness. It was pure bliss. Darcy was becoming short of breath. Steve lay back and looked up at the next movie that had started while his Christmas dreams began to come true.

Darcy glanced at the Santa onscreen and panted. “I no longer have anything to ask Santa for.” She undid Steve’s top shirt button and kissed at the base of Steve’s throat. “I can think of a few things I’d like to ask you for, though.”

Steve grinned down at her, “same, Doll.”

“Oh?” Darcy undid another button on his shirt and kissed the exposed skin. She looked up at him and held his gaze as she undid the next few buttons.

Steve pulled her up for a long, slow kiss that set Darcy’s every nerve ending afire. She undid another few buttons on his shirt. When he shrugged it off, Darcy stilled, staring at his naked chest. “Holy…”

“Night?” he suggested. She snorted a giggle. He shifted her so that she sat astride him. He asked with his eyes if he could lift her shirt.

She nodded. “I may freeze, but yes. Please do.” She lifted her arms.

He shook his head. “Not gonna freeze. Haven’t you heard? I’m the man with a plan.” His voice tightened as he pulled her shirt up over her head. He shifted another pillow behind him and sat up some, pulling her towards him. He kissed her breasts as he reached around and undid her lacy red bra. “Damn, Doll. You’re a fantasy come true.” As he began to tease at her breasts with his lips and tongue, Darcy shivered and moved on him. He groaned, “here.” He pulled his shirt out from beneath him and helped her put it on, open at the front but warming her arms and back. "Looks much better on you than Tony's robe."

“Ahhh.” Darcy tried to talk, but Steve returned to tormenting her with his insistent lips. “G...good plan. Ohhh.” She squirmed in his lap, grinding against his erection with abandon. He let out a lusty groan that made her proud.

Steve pulled her chest against him for warmth as he moved up to kiss her lips and face again. “You’re shaking.” He looked concerned, but couldn’t resist kissing Darcy again. And again. He plucked and teased at her with his dexterous fingers. He loved the frantic sounds she made in the back of her throat.

“Not cold.” Darcy pulled back, then kissed him again and again. “Just want. Want you. Want so much.”

Steve shifted, rolling Darcy down onto her back. “Good thing, Doll.” He kissed her. Long, slow, passionate kisses that she met with a fervor that lit him up more every second. He palmed her breast and continued his exquisite torment. Darcy arched up against him, writhing. He lowered his lips to her breasts again. First one, then the other. Kissing and nibbling and sucking. She cried out and bucked as he swirled his tongue, hard. Darcy wasn’t sure if she would be embarrassed to come just from his attention to her breasts or impressed. Possibly both. Likely both.

He resumed teasing her nipples with his fingers. He placed open-mouthed kisses all along her belly. Steve took his time. “Beautiful.”

Darcy whimpered and began to shove her pants down. Steve stilled her hands. “I got you.” He undid the snap on her black jeans and kissed the exposed skin. Then he lowered her zipper and kissed her more. Darcy held the covers up with one hand and ran the other covetously along Steve’s shoulder. Steve pulled her pants and panties off and then moved back up her body to kiss her cheek and lips again.

“Pants!” Darcy begged him between kisses.

Steve huffed a laugh and unbuttoned his jeans. Darcy pressed against him, skin to skin. She wore only his shirt and warm red socks. Finally, he pushed down his pants so that he wore nothing.

Darcy’s eyes went even wider. “Oh, my. You go commando?”

He shrugged. “Habit. The uniform requires special briefs.”

She reached for him eagerly and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

“Fuck,” Steve hissed.

Darcy's grin had a wicked glint. “Something like that.” She kissed down his chest and abdomen until she finally took him in her mouth. Then, Darcy delighted in taking Steve completely apart.

When he’d caught his breath again, Steve gave Darcy a smile unlike anything she’d ever seen from him before. It was both delighted and full of mischief that caused her pulse to race. He again pulled her astride his legs so he could taste and tease at her breasts. He left lingering kisses along the column of her throat and over her wrists. He disappeared under the covers and kissed her thighs and the backs of her knees. Darcy squirmed and unseeingly stared up at the movie. Steve didn’t tire, didn’t cramp- only focused on Darcy's pleasure with single-minded, super-strong drive. He had her writhing with pleasure long before he let her come. Another Christmas movie was playing onscreen and halfway over before Steve came up for air.

Finally, when Darcy begged, Steve slowly slid home. She realized that he’d been prepping her so long because of his size. She felt stretched wide as he twisted to hit her G-spot just right. She came quickly and felt as though she continued coming again and again as Steve pounded into her. He twisted her around so that he could plunge in from behind while rolling her swollen clit between his calloused fingers. After he came, he laid his fingers flat, soothing. He cradled her body tight back against his. Aftershocks left her spasming with pleasure. Steve kissed Darcy’s head again and again, murmuring, “sweet Darcy. Crazy about you.” She dozed in his arms, warm and loved and completely satisfied.

Dinner that night was steak and vegetables from the freezer, paired with an exquisite red wine. As they lay in bed afterwards, cuddling and teasing each other, Darcy felt Steve’s arms tighten around her. He buttoned a few buttons on his shirt to cover her and murmured, “company.” Soon, Darcy heard the sound of Iron Man landing outside the front door of the cabin.

Tony threw the door open and sauntered in, “I’m here to rescue you.” He stared, looked around and saw the open wine bottle and two pairs of pants on the floor by the bed, and shook his head. “Or, not. I guess Pep can stop crying about you being lonely on Christmas again this year, Cap. And I can stop wondering why you’re not answering texts. Nice shirt, Lewis.” Tony was blinking hard, slack-jawed with surprise.

Darcy laughed, “you should see the sweater I was gonna wear to your party. It’s around here someplace.”

“Lights up, sparkles, and hugs her curves to perfection. I’m sure she would ‘a won your contest,” Steve grinned, enjoying Tony’s shocked expression.

Tony smiled, “I bet. Well, Mazel Tov! Thanks for popping Cap’s cherry, Lewis. ‘bout time.” He pretended to wipe away a tear of pride.

Darcy snorted, “no way was that his first time. Orgasm hall of fame. All my Christmas dreams have come true.”

Steve ducked his head against her hair. “Good to hear, Doll. Right back atcha’.”

Tony shook his head. “Good reviews all around then. Well, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays kids. I’d guess you’re all set here ‘til it’s safe to drive again?”

Steve looked down at Darcy and she looked up at him. They both nodded emphatically and turned to Tony, “we’re good.” Tony laughed.

“Merry Christmas, Tony,” Steve beamed. “We’ll see you in a day or two.” He repressed a shiver as Darcy began teasing him under the covers again.

Darcy called out, “Merry Christmas! Thanks for dropping in.”

Tony shook his head and waved back at them as he went out the door of the cabin.

Steve pinned Darcy on her back and began ravishing her again, mock joking, “naughty girl!” He pushed into her again and set a slow pace as he rained kisses over her breasts.

Darcy looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. “Your naughty girl.”

Steve kissed her hard. “And my nice girl. Merry Christmas, Darcy.”

Gasping with pleasure, Darcy answered him, “Merry Christmas, Steve.”

Fin

#glynnisi #shieldshock holiday fic exchange 2020 #avarosier #mcgregorswench #shieldshockficchallenges #shieldshockfanfic #darcy lewis x steve rogers #avengers au #thor #captain america #darcy lewis is a queen and don't you forget it #christmas shieldshock #starcy #ava-rosier

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alirhi · 4 years ago

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random snippet again

as promised, @feralgoblintea here's the (temporary) scene where the two sisters meet for the first time since one went missing as a child

note about the nickname: Rachel's middle name is Miranda; everyone has called her 'Andy' from that since she was a little kid. it's explained in her story, but not in this scene, so I just wanted to explain it here lol

"Your parents are very eager to know where you've been and what you've been going through all these years," the doctor told her, deep voice oddly gentle and soothing. Rachel smiled sadly; his voice reminded her of Amadeus. "Most of all, they want to know that you're alright."

She knew he thought she was crazy. Her parents definitely shared that opinion, which was why she was here to begin with. Still, she couldn't help asking, "And, in your professional opinion, am I?"

He caught her lightly mocking tone and snorted, leaning back in his chair to mirror her pose. "In my professional opinion," he shot back, though the sarcasm left his tone before he even finished his sentence, "you've been through Hell, Rachel. The trauma you've suffered is very, very real. If you're asking, do I believe in demons and portals and time travel, I'd have to say no. But that pain and fear came from somewhere... I'd like you to come back in for regular sessions, if you're up for it; see if we can cut through the fantasy, see past the demons and find the real monsters who hurt you."

"That's why I'm not coming back." She stood, shaking her head a little. "I'm not surprised you don't believe me - I probably wouldn't believe it, myself, if I hadn't lived it - but it's a bit frustrating. What I told you isn't metaphors or delusion. It all happened, and I'm not interested in having someone rip it all apart and try to make me doubt my own memory."

"They call that 'gaslighting' these days."

Startled, the blonde whirled around to face the source of the new voice; a woman she sort of vaguely recognized was standing in the doorway, hand on the knob, smiling at her. After a long moment, her brain helpfully edited the image before her to make it make sense; wild red hair to dirty blonde, violet eyes to mismatched green and blue, face younger and body smaller and more plump. "...Beck?!"

Rebecca's smile widened and she stepped forward with a nod. "Hey, Andy."

"Oh my god!" With a laugh and a delighted screech, she launched herself across the room and threw her arms around her little sister. "What are you doing here?"

Nearly squeezing the breath out of her, the younger woman murmured, "I heard you were back and had to see you. Stand your ground, Andy. Don't let them make you forget or doubt that it was all real. We know the truth." She released her, only to bring her hands up to grip the sides of her sister's head. "Magic is real."

Rachel froze, staring at Rebecca's mouth long after it closed and the two long, wicked fangs that had drawn her attention were hidden from view. "...What happened to you?"

"Not here. I'll tell you everything, but not here."

"Okay." Without so much as a backward glance at the shrink, she followed the redhead out of the office, past their fretting parents, and out into the bright sunny day that made Rebecca hiss.

She cringed and immediately donned a beat-to-hell baseball cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. "Fuck, I hate sunny days."

"You always did." Rachel couldn't help smiling faintly; so many years had passed, more than anyone in the world around them could ever understand, and yet so little about her baby sister had changed.

"Yeah, well... I've only gotten more sensitive to it."

Once they'd made it deep enough into the woods behind the Industrial Park that there was no risk of anyone overhearing, they stopped, and Rachel asked her point blank: "You're a vampire, aren't you?"

Rebecca laughed, gratefully leaning back into the shade of the nearest tree. "Only in our lives is that a casual conversation starter. And yes. Thankfully I'm old enough that daylight won't kill me. It's just unpleasant."

With her own accidental time travel in mind, the blonde asked, "How old are you?" Thirty-seven, she knew, in the eyes of the people around them; to them, Rachel herself had only just turned thirty-nine, and yet both sisters looked at each other with exhausted, haunted eyes millennia older than they could ever hope to make anyone else understand.

"As a vampire, or in general?" She smirked, shrugging off her own question before her sister could answer. "In general is harder to pin down, but I've been a vampire for about six thousand years, give or take a few."

Leaning against a tree roughly opposite Rebecca's, Rachel mirrored her smirk and crossed her arms over her chest. "I was Queen of an entire planet, and then POW and slave on a second, then a fugitive... I managed to send my older daughter home, before I got stuck on a third planet with my boys and little girl. It's been about ten thousand years."

"You have kids?" Rebecca grinned, once again showing those distractingly long fangs. "Me, too! I have two daughters, Madeline and Alice."

"Senna, Kieran, Caspian, and...Cassie," Rachel told her in answer to her unspoken question. She couldn't help blushing as she listed her children's names; she'd since learned what senna was, and hadn't actually given her younger two children names beginning with the same sound on purpose. It had just sort of worked out that way.

"Twins?"

She shook her head. "Caspian's my stepson, kinda, and Cassie was named after-"

Rebecca flinched, remembering. "After Cassie Wade, right? I was so focused on figuring out what happened to you, and then fighting to survive, I'd forgotten she went missing with you."

"She..." Clearing her throat, the blonde squared her shoulders and pulled her strong front around herself like a familiar safety blanket. "She saved our lives; she didn't make it. And, yeah. I named my youngest after her. Anyway, they're all grown, and Kieran..." Jaw clenching, she forcibly dismissed thoughts of her rapist and merely said, "He's my perfect warrior prince. Well, King now. I love them all, and desperately miss Senna, but Kieran, despite his more questionable choices, has a special place in my heart."

Rebecca took her sunglasses off and studied her for a moment before venturing, "Y'know... I literally eat rapists for breakfast."

That got a startled bark of laughter from her big sister, who shook her head. "Even if my boy hadn't already killed him, I doubt his gross, rancid blood would sit well with you. He wasn't human."

The redhead shrugged, smirking again. "Doesn't have to be. I've eaten Fae, elves, one vampire that pissed me off royally..."

"Not such a picky eater anymore, huh?" she teased, grinning. "Was it some badass revenge on your sire or something?"

Laughing, Rebecca shook her head. "Nope, no sire. I'm the OG vampire, babe. The first of the species. My younger daughter, Alice, is the first of the natural born vamps."

"So, wait... You could still get pregnant after you were turned? What?" Rachel frowned, beyond confused. "And how the fuck...?"

"I'm not dead," her little sister explained with another laugh. "Everything's slowed way the hell down, but hasn't stopped. I can't have kids with a human, or probably most Fae, but a certain trickster God..."

"...God?"

She grinned and nodded, though her haunting violet eyes looked sad. "Loki. He's Alice's dad."

"Huh. So the Gods are real." Rachel snorted. "Go figure. And my sister banged one."

"I loved him," the other woman whispered, staring at the ground. She opened her mouth as if to speak further, then seemed to reconsider and closed it again, clearing her throat.

To spare her from some clearly painful memories, whatever they were, Rachel asked, "What's a Fae?"

"Fairy," was the simple enough answer. "Fairies are real, too. Maddie - my oldest - is Fae."

Is she Loki's, too? She didn't dare ask - Loki was clearly a touchy subject - but she was dying to know.

As if she could read her mind, Rebecca, still avoiding her gaze, explained, "I was still mortal when I had her. Her father was Fae."

As the light breeze shifted the leaves above them, making the light dance across Rebecca's ghostly white skin, Rachel finally noticed the scars. At first, they'd looked like tribal tattoos, done puzzlingly in a silvery-white. When she realized they were actually a complex web of ancient scars, she also noticed they covered every inch of her sister's flesh that she could see around her shorts and tank top. Her face was the only place free of the oddly beautiful swirling lines, though she did spot a faint scar on her forehead, running from hairline to cheekbone and through the outer edge of her eyebrow.

"Is Madeline's father why you hunt rapists?" Is he the one who tore you apart?

"He didn't rape me... Technically. But yes, he's the one who scarred me." At her startled look, Rebecca smirked; it utterly failed to reach her eyes, but it was a start. "I can read your mind. I'm trying not to - I find it unspeakably rude and invasive - but when you're actively thinking about me, it tends to cut through my shields. The scars are from a spell he worked on me; blood magic. It's what made Maddie's conception possible, and chained me to him for years."

"Kieran's father was my greatest enemy; Crown Prince of the people who'd been attacking and slaughtering mine. King by the time I escaped." She didn't know what made her suddenly share this, but it felt like the thing to do. Her sister had told her something deeply personal and troubling; it seemed only right to meet candor with candor. Besides, Rachel and Rebecca had been two peas in a pod as children, as close as two sisters could possibly be. There was no amount of time that could strain their relationship. "I was captured in battle and kept as a slave for around a year and a half."

"How did the other three come about?" She smirked again, shoving her wild red hair back off her face impatiently. "Even when we were kids, I'd have bet just about anything that you're gayer than a rainbow, so how do you have so many kids?"

Rachel laughed, rolling her eyes. "Political marriage gave me Senna - born in a dungeon, thanks to me being pregnant during the battle and not knowing it yet. She was smuggled home to her father after she was born. I made a friend in that Hellhole, Emil, and he'd been raising Caspian; he's not his biological father, but that never mattered, just like it didn't matter to me that I didn't give birth to him. That boy's just as much my son as Kieran. We were supposed to go back to my home when we escaped, but something went screwy and we ended up on Achlys, instead, where I met my girlfriend and we all decided to just settle and raise the boys."

"So you cheated on your husband?" Rebecca's grin was teasing - and, thank god, reached her eyes at last! - but Rachel still threw an acorn at her when she said, "You whore!"

"I never saw him again! And he wouldn't have given a shit," she explained with a laugh. "I was, like, his third or fourth wife. And like I said, it was purely political; I was Queen, he was my advisor, he wanted power and I wanted an heir. Enter Senna, who boosted Raziel from random noble to father of the next Queen, and assured that there would be someone to take the reins if I died."

"So..." Her sister began ticking points off on her fingers as she spoke. "Shrewd political moves gave you Senna, you're co-parenting Caspian with a friend, we won't speak of Kieran's origins... How and why was Cassie a thing?"

Rachel shook her head, gaping at her. "A thing? That's nice, Beck. Real nice."

"Gods, you've missed so many cultural shifts, dude." Rebecca shook her head right back, trying not to laugh at her. "Just answer the question, old lady."

"Emil and I, and my girlfriend Trinity, all talked and decided to hell with conventionality; we all love each other, so we'll all be together. Em's my exception, I guess; the only man I've ever been attracted to even after seeing him naked. Our boys were grown, Senna was long gone, we'd made a whole new life for ourselves, so we decided to have another baby. Enter Cassie." Rachel sighed, staring off into space. "And now she's grown, Kieran's back in that awful place trying to turn it around, married to a great girl, Caspian's there with them to help..."

Though she had a feeling she knew the answer, the vampire asked softly, "And your lovers?"

"...Dead. Cassie - Cassie Wade, I mean - died in prison, Trin and Em were killed in the second war." A bitter smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "Kieran and Cas are running a third."

"There's always another fucking war," Rebecca grumbled. "I've watched so many of them come and go, fought in two, myself... It never really ends."

#crossroads #claddagh #achlys #rachel o'brien #rebecca o'brien #achlys and claddagh meet

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flydotnet · 4 years ago

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. I don’t have any request left, so feel free to send in suggestions for this card!).

What... did you say...?

It's been a hot, like, 2 years since I last wrote for THH or Naegiri, and man, it shows... My Makoto writing is all rusty and I hate it. This fic isn't very good by any of my usual standards, but I really wanted it out of the door, and I just remembered just how much I like Makoto, Kyoko and Naegiri. I may not have the same fervor I had for DR as I did almost 4 years ago when I started writing Febris-Induced Case, but hey... I still like those guys. I hate canon but I love those guys. It's such a weird feeling. I usually go back to V3 instead, so seeing them again... made my heart flutter a little, then realize my prompt fill sucked ass lmao. Oh well. I'll probably go back to the ship and characters later during this card; but for now, I think I at least got that one prompt out of the way. Honestly, I had to do it with a THH-inspired oneshot because, y'know, Chapter 5 is a thing and it was the glorious sick episode that got me into DR in the first place. Also, is this set Post-Canon or is it in an Everybody Lives AU? Who knows! I sure don't!

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Last Heartbeat

Summary: Someone is trying to kill him while he's down for the count; yet Makoto can't find the strength to move away from the danger.

Fandom: Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Wordcount: 1.6K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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There’s a shadowy figure hovering over his bed.

He doesn’t know who it could be or why they’re here – but he’s got a bad feeling about this. All he can see about them is the reflection of the moonlight in their eyes (he forgot to close the curtains before collapsing back into bed, but he’s thankful for it, now) and the way their smile shines through the darkness like white under the black light, sharp teeth threatening him.

He doesn’t know why, but there’s one feeling that’s overwhelming the rest of his sense – he needs to escape from whoever that person is, as fast and as soon as possible.

That’s all well and dandy, but the thing is, his limbs won’t bulge. He’s trying his hardest to push him out of the bed before that person can do anything to him – he doesn’t even know if they’re armed or not – yet neither arms nor legs are responding to his desperate calls. He feels like his entire body has been covered in lead and that, in turn, seeped into his blood and flesh and made him heavier than he has any right to be.

The light reflects in the sharp edge of a knife pointed right towards him by the mysterious figure, ready to strike at any moment, to extract the breath from his chest – but he’s already breathless, so he wonders if he hasn’t been stabbed already… but that can’t be, right? He’d have felt if the blade had struck. He’d be able to see blood flowing down it, right?

It doesn’t make sense, but he feels lightheaded and breathless, so it may just be his head playing tricks on him.

Adrenaline kicks in before long and he manages to push himself to face the mysterious figure, legs following with a delay, as he sees their eyes: sulphuric yellow, bright and glistening, unrealistically bright even considering the lights outside – like a demon’s. Their breathing is unnaturally heavy, so close to him that he hears every crackle, every wheeze and every wet sound in it, oppressing him through merely existing and being in such a close range.

He’s now facing the figure, who has lied down on him, their knife still showing under the moonlight. Their expression is haunting, a mix of pleasure and pain like he’s never seen one before – their eyes are full of sorrow, but their teeth keep smiling, distorted in a pleased grin, a droplet of red falling down from one of them, one sharper than the blade they’re holding.

Their intent is nefarious indeed, but his legs are trapped in the drapes and covers tangled in his feet, and he finds himself cornered by the wall against which his bed is. He attempts to flee from the sides, left, right, left, right – but the person (the creature?) flawlessly matches his pace, if they’re not actually predicting what he’s about to do, so there’s no way out there either.

With strong hands, they pin him down to the bed, preventing him from even attempting an escape. He now has a closeup view of their eyes: their pupils are slit, like a cat’s in a way, and focus directly into his despite the fact it should be impossible in a mostly dark room like that one. They emit their own light, so they can probably bypass his limits, making them invincible by default.

His own breathing is heavy (albeit less than the creature), his hands are trembling and he’s stuck in this position, having to wait and see what the other person is going to do, even if he can guess their intentions can’t be good – he still has some hope left that it could be one giant misunderstanding. This may just be weird dream, after all, and his luck could finally be on his side for once and –

Hands wrap around his neck, cold and leathery to the touch, as the fingers dance around the edges of his jaw – he has no idea of what they’re doing, but he wishes he wasn’t so vulnerable and lethargic right about now, wishing he could recover just enough strength to get away from this dangerous situation. Their gaze is cold as it studies him, contrasting with the caustic grin, and their intent is now too clear for him to remain any optimistic about it.

Oh my God. They can and will kill him.

He has no idea of why someone would kill him, right now. Something tells him he must have done at least one thing to be a person to eliminate. He must know too much or snoop around too many places, and that must be displeasing to at least one individual. Kyoko did try to warn him, after all, of what sort of cases she may get on; but he didn’t mind because, simply put, he’d go through the apocalypse to be with her.

He’d very much appreciate her to be by his side, right now, considering he’s about to get killed, all alone, and it stings to think he’ll be drawing his last breath all on his own. If there was one thing he could be proud of about himself, it wasn’t any sort of talent nor ability, but his role as the heart of the class, the beacon of hope of the group as some have nicknamed him (it used to be ironic, but it grew on people); so, now that he’d need someone to pay him the favour back (now that he ever thought of it that way, but you know…), there’s nobody by his side and he’s left facing a demon in the darkness.

And that’s when one realization strikes him.

He’s going to die alone.

He’s going to die right here and ow without having had the opportunity to see all of the people he loves one last time and to tell them how grateful he was for every single one of them.

He won’t have the chance to hug Komaru one last time and tell her how she’s the best sister ever.

He won’t have the chance to thank his parents for their love and support, for comforting him in times of needs.

He won’t have the chance to tell the class he loved being their classmate and friend, how he spent some of the best years of his life with them, how they were the best thing to happen to him.

He won’t have the chance to tell Kyoko that… that…

The fingers around his throat slowly move from his neck to his head, eyes glancing into his, still burning with hellish flames, albeit suddenly expressionless, evoking nothing in his panicked mind. The person’s breathing gets heavier and heavier as his starts to disappear, second by second, as his own breath is starting to run short. He’d try to fight against it if his limbs weren’t, again, too heavy to move, too stiff to use, especially in a situation like that – adrenaline isn’t enough to save him, now.

And there he is, dying in his bed, slain during a moment where he was too vulnerable to escape. It’s sad, sad thing; but at least, it’ll be a quick and easy death, if it comes to it.

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He wakes up to the soft light of the sun peeking through the curtains and the faint scent of lavender. The air is soft and a little cool, unlike what he can vaguely remember having felt before – only to jolt up when he remembers he shouldn’t even be alive to think that.

Two hands push him back into the bed, gentle yet firm. He doesn’t need to think much (and thank goodness for that, his head is heavy and feels like it could split in half if he used it too much) to know who this is, smile a little at the realization, then get even more confused about how he landed in this dream-like situation.

“Stay put,” Kyoko tells him in this tone that only her voice has, the one that’s stoic yet caring, in a way he can’t quite describe.

“B-but… I…”

He coughs, loudly, and his laboured breathing reminds him of something: the person’s, the creature’s.

“Everything’s okay, Makoto. You’ve just gone through a terrifying night. Everything else is fine. You’re still here.”

Her words are making him think a little more rationally about what felt like his death: it must have been a nightmare he didn’t wake up from. That’s weird, because usually, he’d wake up when he’d pass away in his dream, only to jump awake, drenched in sweat. The apocalypse happening before everyone’s eyes hasn’t helped.

“I don’t know what you saw while I was tending to you, even if I can imagine a version of it.”

He’s used to comforting Kyoko, not the other way around. She used to be very much uneasy with it, stumbling with her words and preferring silent gestures to words – which she still does and does very well at that with people she’s opened to – but she’s trying her best, he can tell.

“All I can tell you is that you were trying to escape from me but couldn’t.” She puts a damp washcloth on his forehead, prompting him to notice she isn’t wearing her gloves. “I assume you mistook me for someone else while I was simply trying to keep your fever in check.”

So, the figure… wasn’t trying to kill him, then.

“That’s probably it,” he replies with a cough interrupting him. “Sorry if I scared you.”

“It’s fine. Please tell me about it if you feel like it. I want to understand what happened when you pushed me away.”

“Will do,” he gives her the biggest smile he call pull off.

#bad things happen bingo #danganronpa #naegiri #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #sickbed slaying #sickfic #my writing #i apologize #like this isnt peak naegiri #i'll need to give 'em justice later #just needed that prompt out the door

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infcinity · 4 years ago

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hwevent12 plotting call!

hello, this is my plotting call for the event! under the cut you will find my muses divided up into two sections, who is still in dc and who has been taken to the island!

give this post a like and I’ll shoot you a message about some plotting!

you can find my starter call here!

Characters still in DC

agatha harkness

you think that she’s gonna help anyone?? absolutely not, this bitch will be out here looking out for herself and will be finding somewhere up high where she can look out of a window and cause some chaos for people on the streets.

annie james

listen, annie isn’t really a fighter, but she’ll square up to a monster if she sees it getting someone, but other than that, she’ll be finding somewhere to hide and helping other people find safe places.

ben solo

ben is internally screaming at the fact there’s stormtroopers here and just like with cal, it’s on sight djdkdk. but other than that he’ll be out looking for any of his family and be helping other people who need help fighting off anything that’s around.

cal kestis

cal will 100% be on edge after seeing stormtroopers and will be yeeting every single one that he sees, it’s on sight besties. he and bd1 will be doing whatever they can to help people so that they can get away from whatever is around the city. he has his lightsaber, so he’ll be cutting through some monsters.

ewan mckinnon

ewan will be using his bar as somewhat of a safe house for people to come and get away from whatever is out there, he’ll be barricading the windows and then going out to yeet some monsters to protect people.

harry potter

harry is having a crisis at seeing fucking dementors in the city and will be having a mid life crisis at 21. but other than him having a crisis, he’ll be looking out for others and making sure that any dementors get yeeted.

jeyne poole

jeyne is not doing too good with all of this?? she will most likely be hiding wherever she can bc she’s not a fighter, she knows how to somewhat defend herself, but she’s not capable of fighting off monsters.

lin beifong

listen, lin is just tired - she thought she was away from stuff like this - but now she’s straight back into it all and is permanently sighing. she’ll mostly be protecting others while also protecting the idiot of an avatar named korra.

mai

mai is quite unbothered by all of this stuff?? she’ll mostly be finding somewhere to stay safe and possibly throwing her knives at shit, but she won’t be putting herself into any immediate danger unless it’s for a friend.

mary macdonald

mary is absolutely not having a good time at all, seeing dementors here is really frightening to her and she’s worrying about finding her frinds - but she’ll help anyone who needs help and will be kicking monster butt.

phoebe halliwell

while she doesn’t have the book of shadows or the power of three here to cast any spells, there are certain exploding spells she knows works without any ingredients and will be kicking ass to protect people from any monsters.

princess yue

Yue is not one for conflict, so she’ll most likely be hiding somewhere - will bonk a monster over the head with something if needs be, but will mostly be helping people get to safety - she will be very scared because this will remind her when her home was attacked by the fire nation.

raya

Listen, raya has had enough of monsters, so she’ll be swinging her sword at anything she sees and will be helping get people to safe places.

robb stark

robb will be protecting his wife and making sure that she’s safe, all while making sure the other people in dc are safe and that they have safe places to go to get away from things.

sarra palpatine

sarra isn’t doing too good ?? she’s never experienced anything like this before, so she’s really scared - but she’ll be doing whatever she can to make sure people are safe and to find her children, yes even sheev, to make sure they’re safe.

wedge antilles

wedge will be doing whatever he can to fight off anything coming for him or anyone else and he will be making sure that people get into safe places if they can’t protect themselves.

wrecker

listen, wrecker loves nothing more than to fight, so he will be taking any monsters that come at him head on. Will also be keeping his favourite people safe bc they like to get into trouble omega, he’s looking at you bestie. But you’ll catch him run head first towards a monster and will be taking down whatever he can.

Characters stuck on the island

allison hargreeves

allison will be doing everything she can to make sure that people are safe, the old hero complex will be coming back in full force to make sure that people are safe, all while looking for her family.

anakin skywalker

Listen, this mans stress levels are at new heights - the last time he was on an island he turned to the darkside bc of the brothers influence, but y'know, just foreshadowing for what was to come, but. Mans isn’t doing too well, but he’ll be doing whatever he can to help people and keep any of his family on the island safe.

ariel triton

ariel has mixed feelings about the island, she’ll be helping people get to safe places and will also be curious about exploring and being so near the sea again.

brienne of tarth

brienne will be helping whoever she can and will be making sure that there’s some form of shelter from the elements. will also be looking for her idiot with the golden hand.

daphne blake

not having a good time at all ?? despite loving to solve mysteries and loving islands, she’s not having a good time on this island - but will be helping people where she can.

dimitry

he survived on the streets for years, so he’s pretty much adept at surviving anything by now tbh ?? he will be helping people get to safe places and finding a place for himself.

grogu

not quite sure what’s happening, but also knows that that he’s in a completely new place. will most likely find somewhere to crawl into and hide to stay away from everything.

kanan jarrus

mans is going through it, all he wants to do is get back to hera and jacen to make sure his family is safe - but other than that, he’ll help whoever he can while avoiding shit on the island.

kirei monsula

ngl kirei will be really scared, being uprooted from the place she’s started to call home and away from her mom will be really bad for her abandonment issues and will mostly be finding somewhere safe to hide.

lucy weasley

listen, she thinks this island is the best thing ever and will be laying on the beach. that is until shit starts to happen and then she’ll be freaking tf out.

natasha romanoff

natasha will be doing what she can to protect people and make sure there are safe places around the island that people can go to so they can escape what the island throws at them.

niye

Niye has always helped others, so that’s what she’ll be doing on the island and will be making sure that people get to safety, even if it means she doesn’t.

tauriel

tauriel will be finding a fucking tree to hide in, nah jk, she’ll be helping people get to safety all while keeping an eye on her idiot and making sure he’s safe.

winter celchu

winter is not having a good time, she’s away from her family on an island that she was magically transported to. but she’s going to do whatever she can to protect others.

#hw: plot call #hwevent12 #swearing tw #i used a lot of profanities lmao #anxiety tw #just for the moron that is anakin

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homogrimoire-archive · 4 years ago

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The Rage of Loneliness and the Wave of Bravery

Summary: Time is meaningless in The Entity's Realm, but David's spent enough time there to develop a routine. Get dumped into a trial, blow of some steam, save a bloke, and survive, then work out for the next trial. Rinse and repeat. It's lonely, but he doesn't care. Though, it's always a bit of a drag when a wrench is thrown into his beloved routine. Sometimes he ends up dead, sometimes he gets yelled at by fellow survivors for doing something they call dumb. It's whatever. But, one day, someone interjects himself into the brawler's routine. It's welcome though, especially when it's their brave leader. He's alright after all. But, David soon realizes that in order to get what he really wants, he must confront it, and he simply can't do that. So, he returns to his lonely routine, embracing it even more. Dwight won't let him just do that to himself though, not for any longer.

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Loneliness is a rage, and rage a fuel. It's what fuels this King. That was good. Rage was all he knew he needed, even if he wasn’t sure where it came from. Rage is good. That’s all that mattered. HIs father taught him that, and life reaffirmed it. From supposed friends to clandestine brawls, loneliness persisted. Thus, so did rage. The only thing that would change was the target of that rage. His father, dauntless drunks, and random, unfortunate fools when it became too much, which was often.

And in the realm of despair where they lived as the playthings of some bloody sick spider thing, rage proved useful as always. Most time outside the trials in his early days in the realm were spent training alone. He quickly found that the rules of the world were different ‘ere. Rage, the rage he had, was meaningless to The Entity and her other set of toys. He should ‘ave been able to right knock half those monsters out cold, make them regret their recent mistake to mess with him and the others. But, that was not so.

Well, that wasn’t going to stop him from trying t’ get strong enough to beat their shit faces in.

This realm wasn’t exactly made for training, only for bloody, sadistic games and small moments of reprieve ‘round a campfire. But, David made do. Pushups, planks, curl ups, squats, and pullups if there was a stong and low enough branch nearby. At least he already had his cardio cut out for him. Ha.

The workouts were something familiar to hold onto. He tried hanging ‘round the campfire with the others, but it proved a waste of time. It was all too easy for them to set him off, for him to snap back at even harmless remarks. There was some familiarity in that too.

He didn’t hate them in the slightest. He’d still risk his bloody life for them every now and then, even if it wasn’t entirely out of kindness. Its just what guys like him did. They stepped up and fought the other guy. Feel the adrenaline, feel the victory. All there was to it.

He’d never ask or expect anything in return for savin' their arses. In fact, he didn’t want any of that. Chances are, it’d end up a phony display like practically all the other times. This was fine by him. More time to be alone, just like he always wants.

But, there was one person who was brave enough to confront him. And who else would that be than their little “leader.” David thought lowly of him at first, Fairfield. What was some mumbling fool like him gonna do in a place like this? Quite a bit, apparently. He was deserving of his role as leader at least. Kept his head on right when the others turned ‘to mumbling fools.

David wasn’t like them though. He didn’t need someone to tell him what to do. Didn’t mean he wouldn't listen to the bloke during trials. Dwight knew how to keep a team alive and working smoothly. It wasn't exactly that though. What they both wanted to do just happened to align a lot.

Of course, there were times he didn’t listen to their little leader. The results of such matches varied. Sometimes his insubordination didn’t work out. He’d get chewed out by Dwight and the other Survivors, and then he’d tell ‘em off and leave. He didn’t need their jabberin'. Other times, it did work out. Got a compliment for it. Still got chewed out just a little, but he’d end up leavin’ to be alone all the same. He didn’t need their half-arsed, phony friendship.

The little guy was persistent though, annoyingly so. He’d follow David out into the woods to continue chewing him out or whatever. It would make him feel a slight pang of guilt. But, he’d try to be understanding of David about it. He’d still let the guy to fuck off though. A little threat was all it took to make him turn around. He didn’t need anyone to understand him.

Yet, despite being the one that miffed him the most, he still didn’t hate the guy either. Couldn't really afford t' hate someone ‘ere. So, when meager Dwight Fairfield came to David out of the blue one day to ask if he could train him, David didn’t say no. In his opinion, the whole lot of ‘em could’ve used some training. Starting with their brave little leader was as good enough a start as any though.

And as expected, guy was a weakling. A few push ups before flopping onto the floor, a pullup that could barely even be called a pullup, and couldn’t hold a plank for twenty seconds. But, he was determined. That’s honestly all anyone needed. It helped that he was good at followin' orders too.

These training sessions were sporadic, happenin' about after every couple a trials. David didn’t mind the company of Dwight. It was a welcome change of pace to liven things up in the dreary and repetitive realm of the Entity. It was interesting to see who Dwight was off the battlefield. He acted as one would expect from a guy of his body language. Not that David paid any particularly special attention to his body. Dwight was an easy guy to read after all. And sure, he did keep a keen eye on Dwight’s form during their training to make sure he was working out properly, but that was it.

During that time, David found himself growing to think of the other man as an… acquaintance. Yes, that was an apt descriptor of their relationship. Not a stranger by any means, not just another body he’d help protect, but not a friend. David King didn’t ‘ave friends, definitely not anymore. Only had one back in the real world, maybe never see the bloke again. Doubted he’d make one ‘ere. Probably for the best.

David was able see the fruits of their labor during a trial they were thrown into together. He was able to vault the empty windows with greater ease and struggled less when throwing the pallets to block this round’s killer, The Huntress. He even stunned her a few times, momentarily silencin' her bloody infernal song. It always was quite the sight to see Dwight in a trial. Quaking as he ran to hide in a locker at one moment, and then starin' down a killer and waiting for the right moment to stun them in the next. And then, once they were all safe and through the exit gate, he’d blush at the praise his fellow survivors gave him.

It was this time that David found himself staying at the campfire without thoughts of wanting to return to the loneliness outside the warm blaze. He sang praises of their leader to the others, givin’ credit where it was due. They too spoke highly of Dwight, bringing out his shyness more, and thanked him for kindly helpin' out their brave leader. For the first time in a long time, it felt genuinely nice to be around others. That feeling persisted for the couple of trials he was in, wherein all four of 'em lived, all thanks to each other.

But, that feeling would not last. It never did. After this particular trial, which saw him sacrificed so the other three could escape, he decided to go and find the campfire. It didn’t take long to find it after waking up in the forest, good as new. And there they were, quick to jump up and mither over him. David was quickly reminded why he preferred to be alone. He didn’t need someone to hug him and ask if he was okay. Of course he was bloody okay.

So, without answering any of them, he stormed off. They called out to him, but he did not listen. He began to run. Dwight’s voice stuck out to him among them. His voice persisted even as he ran. He didn’t look back. He didn’t care.

He didn’t care.

He kept running, holding in an emotion he could not describe. He didn’t notice the darkness that seemed to dance around him in sadistic joy, nor the tears that ran down his face. And eventually, he ran into the next trial. He realized what a state he was in, and knew to get his act straight before anyone saw him.

He still ended up on a hook and dead anyhow. Again, it didn’t matter to the monster in front of him how much rage he felt. He was offed so quickly he didn’t even know who survived, if anyone did. Whatever. What’s done is done.

David didn’t bother moving far from where the Entity dropped him off. All he needed to get back to his training was close by. He couldn't ‘ave a failure like that again. What kind of man would be then if he let that kind of nonsense happen again? Best to be alone, nothin'… effin' stupid, to distract him.

Yet, something stupid managed to find him. The distraction called out to him. It was very obviously one nervous and concerned Dwight Fairfield. Of course. Who else but their brave and caring leader would seek him out. Probably to just make sure he wasn’t gonna cause any more trouble for ‘em in the future.

“David! There you are!” Dwight shouted, hoping the larger man wouldn't run off again. He didn’t. With a resigned sigh, he leaned up against the tree he was punching. Microfractures made for strong knuckles, good for beatin’ ugly mugs in. Plenty of those 'round 'ere.

“What d’you want?” he questioned, already ready for the conversation to be over.

"I- I just want to know if you're alright. Why did you storm off like that? We're worried about you, y'know?"

"Pft. Ain't need t' worry 'bout me. You lot just worry 'bout y'selves. 'M fine. Just leave me alone." David answered, and went back to punching the tree. Blood began to leak from the scrapes that were formin' on his knuckles as the tree shook. Good, maybe scare the bloke off already. Then, a hand on his shoulder.

Instinctively, he punched in that general direction. Dwight dodged the blow. Figures he'd ‘ave good reaction time. Need that as a survivor, and Dwight's a damn good one.

"Leave me the fock 'lone. Won't miss next time." the scrapper threatened, and went back to punching the tree.

Part of him wished the smaller guy would test him. Give him a reason to beat the bloke black and blue. Throw him back to the others after, and they'd all leave the King alone for sure. But, part of him didn't want to do that either. Dwight wasn't a bad guy and David didn't want to hurt him.

"No."

"What?" David demanded, his anger risin'.

"No. I'm not going to leave you alone." Dwight began, gently placing his hands on both the taller man's shoulders as they faced each other. And slowly, Dwight pulled him in for a hug despite the angered look on his face. David didn't resist, didn't know how to react.

"David, you're not okay. I… I don't know what bothers you, but I know something does. And that's fine. I do care about you. I don't want you to be alone. So… just know that at least, alright? … David?" Dwight asked after the other man didn't respond.

He tried to pull away to see what was wrong, but the stronger man quickly pulled him back in closer, holding onto him tighter. Dwight could hear his weak sobs as he tried to keep them in.

"It's alright David, I'm here for you. Let it all out." Dwight comforted, patting and rubbing the larger man's back. He wasn't sure if this was what people were supposed to do, but it worked. David's sobs became less restrained, rattling the smaller man's chest as they were released into the dark night. It almost made Dwight want to cry, but he kept his brave face up. He couldn't cry now, not when David needed him.

"I don't know what's wrong with me…" he eventually confessed, to himself and to Dwight.

This is the sadness of the rage of loneliness. David had felt its power many times. It was an intensity that made one feel like life itself was coursing through 'em. But, he had felt it's sadness sparsely. Without anyone, sadness was all it was. With someone, it was a catharsis.

He wondered why he was so contradictory. Why did he want to feel togetherness yet always push himself into solitude? How could he be so rude to all of 'em yet be willing t’ risk his life for all of 'em. Why did he dislike Dwight the most, yet care for him the most?

He didn't know, but now he cared.

“There’s a lot of things wrong with everyone. So, you’re not alone in that way at least.”

“Even you?” David asked with a weak laugh between sniffling.

“Yeah, even me.” Dwight answered with a small laugh of his own. David pulled away, finding that he wanted the embrace to last longer. He didn’t pull the other man back in though. He just wiped his tears away and stared at the ground, quickly decidin’ to get comfortable and sit down against the tree. Dwight followed, takin’ a seat next to the other man. Silence followed for the next few moments. Just bein’ with someone was enough.

“I think what’s wrong with me is that I think I’m never enough. I could always be something more, but I never am.” Dwight revealed, keeping his head down.

“I think you’re enough. Hell, m’sure the rest of ‘em think that too. Y’do a lot for us, mate. And at least you try t’ be better.” David affirmed.

“Thanks, David. The others tell me that too. I just… still can’t help but feel like I’m not enough.“

“Well, I’ll remind you as many times as y’need. You are a lot more amazin’ than y’think.”

“Really?” Dwight asked, picking up his head.

“Really.” David said, gazing right at the other man. He wanted Dwight to know his words were genuine.

Seeing the smile on Dwight’s face brought a soft smile to his own face. He was quick to turn away though.

“‘M scared.” he said, bringing his knees up to his chest.

“Of what?” Dwight asked, scootin’ over a little t’ be closer.

“Who I might be, who I want to be, what I really want. Who I really am. Stupid, huh?”

“No. I, uh, kinda get what you mean. Coming to terms with who you are is scary. Trying to become who you want to be is scary. Even just being yourself is scary. At least, I’m still scared.”

“What’re you scared of?” David innocently asked.

Well, Dwight was scared of lots of things. For starters, almost everything in this bloody realm. He knew what David was asking about though. What was he scared of about himself? A lot less than one would think. Most of it was rather generic: scared he’d always be a coward, scared he’d let down the people he cared about, scared he’d remain a nobody.

Yet, there was one thing about himself that scared him the most, much more than anything else. Not telling David made him a coward. Telling him might’ve let David down, or worse. So, he didn’t tell David, even though a part of him wanted to tell the other man, thought it was safe to tell him.

“Don’t know if it means a lot comin’ from me, but I think you’re not much of a coward. Takes guts to stare down a killer waiting for the right moment to rattle their lights. Takes a lot to stare me down when I’m angry too.” David joked. He’ll give it to the little guy. He stood his ground when he was ready to take out his anger on him.

Dwight gave a small laugh at it, a little blush on his face.

“Yeah, sorry,-”

“Don’t be, mate. Heart’s in the right place.” David said with a hardy pat on Dwight’s back.

A dark mist swirled, the calling of another trial.

“Great.” Dwight deadpanned as he got up.

“Yeah, bloody fantastic.”

“Hey, I’ll see you there, right?” Dwight asked. Was more so asking if he wasn’t gonna go and fuck off. Luckily for him, King’s not in the habit of losing games.

“Don’t think I’ll be elsewhere.” he said with a smile.

“Oh, yeah, right. Duh.” Dwight said with an easy laugh and an embarrassed blush.

“See ya’ ‘round the fire, and thanks, again.” David told Dwight before he was gone.

He opened his eyes again, back in familiar, dangerous territory. He thought t’ what Dwight oft told ‘em to do at the beginning of a trial. Unfortunately, nothin’ came to mind. Shoulda been there more, hear his… voice.

No mither. Generators were as good a place to start as any. No seekin’ out a killer for a few meaningless blows this time. Dwight put some faith in him despite what an arsehole he’d been. Wasn’t gonna let that faith go to shit. That was something t’ live for, die for if push came t’ shove.

All that mattered in that moment was that he had a friend and a promise to keep. Could figure out the rest later.

#dead by daylight #kingfield #david king #dwight fairfield #dbd #what a joy to write :)#I like David a lot :)#he's definitely a new favorite of mine #2.9 k words #you know #my first fic for a popular pairing in a while #nice change of pace

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a-king-alone · 5 years ago

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Harry Warden x female reader Summary: It's the 60's baby ~

You were just a normal person, nothing particularly special about you. You went about your daily life, without much of a care. In fact, you felt a bit disconnected from reality, but continued to do your work diligently. So, why you?

It was early February, the cooled air still felt a bit brisk, sending a shiver down your arms, feeling the hairs rise beneath. You pulled your cardigan closer; you got cold easily. As you were walking down to your neighbors house before your scheduled shift at your job, you overheard some older ladies standing near their mailboxes, gossiping or some such.

It caught your attention that there was a mine accident in one of the towns nearby. It was rare, but not unusual. The hazards of working in a mine were very well known. Silently, you hoped everyone turned out to be uninjured and managed to be rescued safely. It may have been a fruitless wish, but you wished it, nonetheless.

You kept walking. It wasn't much of your concern. It was business as usual that day, nothing out of the ordinary. Valentine's day was upon the town, but you had no plans. Nobody was interested in you, nor did anybody from the small town you grew up in interest you. You talked about this with your friend while you assisted them for their date.

You thought of how nice it would be to move away somewhere else, to escape from the same old stale scenery you'd grown accustomed to. You worked as a waitress in one of the three diners in the town, every face you saw, you saw every day. You knew what they would order and how they preferred it.

It was incredibly boring.

Usually, you'd have left work before dusk, but you were chosen to settle in with the last of the hourly shift. Your coworkers had plans for their special love interests, dolled up and ready for their beautiful, romantic Valentine's evenings.

Fortunately, that meant everyone was busy with their plans, so the rest of your shift was you occupying an empty store. You enjoyed the silence. That is, you were, until a few men in business attire entered, bantering and laughing with one another upon entry.

Strangely, you didn't recognize any of them at all. They were fresh faces. You put on your best charming smile and welcomed them. They sat and ordered some sweets and black coffees.

As you prepared their items for them, you sorta listened in on their conversation. You couldn't deny that you were curious of these strangers. One of them mentioned the mine from the other town as you brought them their coffees. Not quite what you were interested in hearing, your shoulders sagging a bit.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You nodded, returning to behind the counter.

"Couldn't believe it, they tried to blame me for the accident. Are they insane? How could it be my fault? Had to get out of the town, it was driving me nuts." The man tsk'd as his fellows laughed at his frustrations.

They went on to mention that while rescue was in attempt at this very moment, they hadn't found anybody at all. That was very unfortunate. It brought down your mood a little bit, knowing that there were people trapped in tunnels underground, probably scared, without food or water... or worse, stuck in the pitch black darkness. How horrific.

With a small, quiet sigh thorough your nose, you brought the gentlemen their sweets they requested, mentioning to them that your diner would be closing soon. They acknowledged it and didn't overstay their welcome.

After you closed, you set off for your journey on foot back to your home. Your house was about a mile outside of the town. It was your family home, left to you by your deceased parents. You had no siblings nor much of any connection to family members from either side of the family. You preferred to be left alone.

The money you made was only just enough to keep the place together and to have a roof over your head. You figured someday you'd try to get an automobile after saving up, if you could manage it. It'd be a while before then.

The moon was bright as you wrapped your arms around yourself, to ward off the chill of the cold air. As you arrived to your front porch, you noticed something a little unusual. It looked as if your front door were open, just a tad.

Your brow furrowed as you took a quick glance behind you, then surveying your immediate surroundings. It was silent. Surely you couldn't have forgotten to close the door when you left. Your eyebrows rose. Y'know, you might have forgotten. Sometimes your head floats away into the clouds.

You entered your domicile, closing and locking the door, for sure, behind you this time. It was a cozy home, everything within mostly left untouched from your childhood. Rather dated, but still homely.

You felt like you would enjoy some tea to warm your bones, so you went into your kitchen to prepare some for yourself in a kettle. Leaving it to boil, you ascended the staircase toward your bedroom, where you stopped dead in your tracks at the top.

You closed your bedroom door. You always closed your bedroom door because there was a cold draft in the upper part of the house and you didn't like it being so cold in your room. Yet, the door was slightly ajar. The hairs on your neck rose with a strange feeling coiling around inside of your stomach.

Your home had nothing of value in it, nothing that a burglar would covet enough to steal from you. The worst of your thoughts were pinned on the idea of a pervert or serial rapist. The closest immediate object for protection available to you was an umbrella.

You frowned, very deeply.

There was a vase on the stand in the hallway where you stood. Your mother adored it. You adored staying alive, so you picked up the vase and slowly tip-toed toward your bedroom.

Instantly, you froze, once you heard a bit of rummaging. Oh my god, you thought, there's actually someone in there... Dread washed over you, but you wanted to defend your home from creepy perverts. You were the only one you had to protect yourself. You could smash their head in with a vase. No problem, right? ...Right?

With a big inhale, you kicked your door open, frantically flipping the light switch after the fact. The sight before your eyes was the very last thing you'd have ever expected to see as the light flooded the contents on the room. You dropped the vase.

It was a man. A man with a miners type of outfit slathered in dirt and grime, a gas mask covering the entirety of his skull. And there was blood, splattered in random patterns upon it. He was attempting to open your window when you burst in, his back slightly turned to you. Two pitch black circular holes met with your frozen position as his mask turned in your direction, neither of you moving.

Downstairs, you heard the tea kettle whistling for your attention and all you could do is blink. You'd never been so afraid in your life, your soles firmly planted right where you were, your lips agape in abject horror.

"I- I need... to..." you sputtered stupidly, your mind broken as you turned away from this someone, this stranger in your house, in your bedroom, who might actually kill you, and you're damn near sprinting down the stairs as fast as you never thought you could.

What am I doing?! you thought as you grabbed your own face with your hands, pacing back and forth in the kitchen. I should be calling the authorities! Finally you seemed to get a grasp on the situation and grabbed your telephone on your kitchen table, sliding into one of the chairs. As you were mid-dial, a gloved hand pushed down on the receiver.

Towering over you was the man, again, staring down at you, unmoving.

"Don't do that."

You're suspended in absolute horror and all you can do is swiftly nod, withdrawing your hand quickly from the phone to hold it against your chest, which was rapidly moving with each breath. How did you not notice he came downstairs?

You wanted to speak, you wanted to ask what he wanted, why he was in your house, but your throat was closed. You were so scared that he would hurt you, or molest you, dismember you, torture you, or kill you. Slowly, the masked man bent down onto one knee to be more at level with you as you were trembling like a leaf caught in the breeze.

"Don't cause any trouble for me. Nod if you understand."

You nod.

"Good. Didn't realize this home was occupied, looked kind of old. I need to stay here for the night. Nod if you understand." His voice was muffled, but gruff and deep in tone, causing another spike of fear within you.

You nod again. Why in the hell did he need to hide in your house? Was he a criminal? He was wearing a miners type of outfit, or so it seemed, you weren't overly familiar with the appearance of one. He rose to his full height with a sharp inhale. It seemed like he wouldn't harm you as long as you cooperated with his demands. You hoped that it wouldn't extend further than this.

His mask tilted as he watched you watching him. You had no idea what to do, feeling your mind bending and cracking to try and cope with the situation.

"W- W- Wou- W-" you began, but you couldn't get the sentence to exit from your lips at all, sucking in breath to try and ease your panicked body. A noise that sounded like a sharp exhale through the nose came from the mask, somewhat resembling a snort.

The man took the slightest step toward you and you immediately cowered, flinching your eyes shut as you turned away. God, just please go away... you thought, please don't hurt me.

You remained like that for a few seconds, hearing only silence around you, turning very slowly as your eyes found themselves drawn toward the masked man again, whom was unmoved from where he stood. You blinked, tears pooling around your lower lids despite you attempting to will them to go away.

If he wasn't trying to hurt you, perhaps he pitied you for being so pathetic.

Shuffling your gaze around, you sniffled a bit, rising from your kitchen chair in very slow, very deliberate movements while the man continued to just stare at you.

You wouldn't turn your back to him at all as you moved toward your tea kettle, stopping when you were standing in front of it. His mask followed your general direction as you went. Your chest rose and fell with your panic. You took a deep breath in. Exhale.

"W- ... Would you... like some t- tea...?" you hoarsely asked in the tiniest of whispers, your hands finding their way to clasp one another over your heart, thudding so harshly against your ribs.

The man did not move, at all. You hoped he heard you so you wouldn't have to repeat yourself, your stare trained on him and only him. Nothing happened for a moment.

And then, he nodded.

"O- Okay."

You really did not want to turn your back to this man, in fear that he would strike you down as soon as you did, take your life and then steal your home to turn into his base for criminal activities. Tears pricked at your eyes once more as you turned toward the kettle on the stove. The warmth granted the ghost of relief. As you prepared the cups of tea, your hands refused to stop shaking, causing the glasses to clink together every so often.

Nothing happened between then and you facing him again.

You turned toward him, unsure if you'd even be able to bring it to him without spilling it or dropping it on the floor. Trying your best to keep a strong grip on the cups, you went toward the table, placing both of the cups down across from one another on the surface with haste.

You took your seat, using every ounce of your willpower to one, not cry, and two, not stare at this terrifying man intruding in your house.

The man entered your view as he sat across from you. For several moments, he only sat there, seemingly watching you as you sipped your own tea. Silently, you wondered if maybe he actually didn't want to show his face to you. A criminal would think like that, right...? You weren't sure. You cleared your throat, gently.

"Um... Do you... want me to look away...?"

You weren't sure why you were even bothering to ask, but you wanted to play this as safely as possible to get out of this situation unscathed and this felt like the best option. The man didn't respond, for several more moments, causing you to squirm a bit under his seeming scrutiny.

"...No," he finally answered, his gloved hands removing the helmet, then after, pulling the gas mask off of his head from the back. He set it down on the table as he twisted the hose connected to it from the nozzle, letting the other half fall free to his side.

Genuinely, you were surprised at his appearance. He certainly wasn't what you had expected, though you were kind of expecting a monster, in all honesty. He looked far more human than what your wild imagination conjured, a bit lengthy dark curly locks, even darker eyes, which weren't looking at you, but down at the cup of tea you had offered him.

Pinching the tip of his finger, his eyes dark as the night sky suddenly met yours as you were surveying him, pulling the glove off slowly, before doing the same the other. This time, his gaze did not break away until he removed both gloves and set them down on top of his mask.

He picked up the little cup and sipped the tea.

"It's good," he commented, the tip of his tongue running over his top lip to catch a bit that had lingered there.

You felt, somehow, the tiniest bit of ease now that he had removed his gear from his person. With the mask, he looked much more terrifying. Or so you had thought for just a moment, until you found his piercing gaze glued to your eyes, nonstop.

His eyes made him look like a feral animal. Ink black. A predator.

You sucked in air audibly, your eyes widening just slightly when you saw one corner of his mouth rise at the noise you just made, that gaze never wavering from your eyes, not for a second. Like a coyote within reach of a delicious piece of meat.

You felt your stomach drop to the center of the earth.

You wanted to run, so badly, and never look back, start over somewhere else. Everything about this felt like a mistake, as if you were being played into the devils hands, being lured willingly to your own demise.

You could feel your breath cooling your lips as you breathed in and out of the gap shallowly, the anxiety making your entire body feel like it was tightly coiling inside of itself, collapsing like a dying star.

And he was smiling, just slightly. At you. This man was not right in the head and this realization was hitting you harder and harder. You were damn-near in tears, visibly trembling out of sheer panic and it seemed that sight of it brought him joy, after he had broke into your home, causing you terror. Was he... enjoying it...?

"W- Wh- Wh- Who are...?" you sputtered without thinking and the man simply shook his head with slow, deliberate motion, causing you to stop then and there. You blinked, in silence, your lips opening and closing.

The tears were threatening to fall and you desperately didn't want it to happen. It would just show your weakness to this monster and you already looked like a pitiful little mess. You picked up your cup and sipped what was left of your tea, rising from your seat with all the strength you could muster with a small sniffle. Don't show him your tears, you thought.

As you were placing your cup into your sink, the man was behind you suddenly and without warning, as you were lost in your own racing thoughts. His arm went by your side, too close to you, as he placed the cup you offered him into the sink right on top of yours.

You froze, a gasp escaping you.

And you heard what almost sounded like a very faint, very pleased... vibration of noise come from him behind you, you weren't too sure, since your heartbeat was pounding so hard in your ears you couldn't think straight.

Every hair on your body stood on end when the man had leaned down close to your neck, too close, his lips close, much too close, to your ear, his breath gentle against it as he whispered, "My name is Harry."

He lingered there, for far too long. You could feel him breathing and you were too terrified to move at all, your lips quivering, your own breathing audibly shaking.

"But don't say it. Don't... say it."

He then backed away from you, returning to the seat he had claimed as his own at your kitchen table. The overflow began and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Wet streaks fell down your cheeks, one after another, blurring your vision as you stared into the sink where the cups lie on top of one another.

You felt so trapped. Your chest heaved and a sob erupted from you abruptly, your hands covering your nose and mouth to stop the shockwave, but it was too late. This wasn't your house anymore, it was the den of a creature hellbent on tasting your blood and gnawing on the shreds of your suffering until the bitter end. That's how it felt. That this man was your death, awaiting for you and only you.

Harry calmly stared at you as you sobbed over the sink, unable to keep a grip on yourself any longer. You had tried to, oh you had tried. You tried so hard to stay strong.

"Do you want a hug?"

You choked on your own gulp of air, your head whipping to this man with the most incredulous expression on your tear-stained face. A flicker of a smile ghosted around Harry's mouth, but it never manifested.

"Just kidding," he said, leaning back in the chair, finally, his gaze settling elsewhere.

Your eyes narrowed, but somehow... You felt your tears subside just a little bit. That sinister aura didn't feel as thick and all-consuming as it had a moment ago. He wasn't a monster, just a man. Probably a criminal... or a serial killer. But just another human being. You felt a bit more calm. Only a little.

You looked away, a question prodding at your tongue and you wanted to know if he would tell the truth. He probably wouldn't. Why would he? Harry probably wasn't even his real name. You allowed your momentary calmness fuel your strength.

"Are you... W- Were you... planning to kill me...?"

Harry seemed thoughtful about your question, though not surprised by it. You wondered if he was considering lying to you so that you'll keep cooperating without any issues arising. If it were you, you would lie. You felt sick. You were dreading what his answer might be even though you were the one who asked so blatantly.

"No. Didn't think anyone lived here," he admitted, his eyes wandering around your kitchen, observing the olden items and decor of the last decade within your home.

"O- Oh.."

Your face flushed as you realized that it sounded as if you were slightly disappointed by his answer due to the tone of your reply, which was completely unintentional. You dared to glance his way and sure enough, his eyes were pinned directly on you now, one of his brows just slightly risen.

"N- Not like that!!" you defended with your hands, turning away from a grin that had formed on his lips. He chuckled lightly at your response, shaking his head just a bit.

"I might do anything if you ask me nicely," he teased, though, it was as if it were teasing between friends, but something about his gaze seemed just a little bit more soft toward you. There couldn't be a reason for it, because you were strangers. And your interactions have only lasted for an hour at most.

"Then... Then... may I...?" you persisted in a quiet but hopeful voice with a step toward him, testing the waters of his offer, even though you knew it wasn't serious, you wanted to know if you could just straight up ask him to leave without hurting you or worse. If he would listen to you.

He seemed curious, but also cautious. His demeanor bristled slightly, but his posture remained mostly relaxed. "Depends on what it is."

Your eyes went downcast, feeling that the answer to your plea would be instantly rejected. You just wanted your home back, to be alone, to feel safe in your own house. That wasn't possible with his presence. Your lips tightened and you inhaled a breath as you steadied yourself to meet his gaze.

"Would you help me get some of my blankets down from the closet upstairs? You're... taller, so..." you mumbled, fumbling with the hem of your shirt where your eyes ended up looking.

Harry seemed taken aback by your request. Clearly, it wasn't what he had expected, though, what he had expected was probably true. It was just that you couldn't say the words out loud.

"Ah... Alright," he accepted, standing from his seat.

You walked past him, heading toward the staircase and he followed behind. As you reached the closet after opening it, you turned toward him, the closet light giving you a much clearer view of the features defining his face. He was actually somewhat handsome and you found your cheeks burning to your horror and chagrin, instantly looking downward before moving out of his way. You hoped he didn't notice.

He did.

The extra quilts and blankets were gathered from the upper shelves, bundled in his arms and he faced you, waiting for your directions.

"There's a couch downstairs," you said as you took a few steps to descend the staircase, looking back for a moment to see Harry still in front of the closet.

"Your bed," he responded simply.

"My... bed?" you repeated with risen brows, suspicious feelings swirling about in a vortex that gave you a bit of nausea. He couldn't be implying that he wanted to sleep in your bed while you were the one to sleep on the couch?!

Some kind of smirk crossed his features as he turned to your bedroom door, gently nudging it open with his boot. Before you could even get a word of protest in, he had already invited himself in, the bundle of fabrics now rested on your bedside.

Harry motioned for you to join him with beckoning fingers, you, feeling sickness in the deepest pit of your stomach, preying silently to any such beings if they even existed to please protect you from this might-be monster. You were shaking again, timidly entering what used to be your safe haven to hide from the world.

"W- Why...?" you asked before you could stop yourself, your lip quivering as your arms wrapped around yourself to try and bring yourself some comfort.

"Go on." He gestured to the covers, peeling them from their respective corners until there was space for you to slide beneath them. This time he wouldn't answer your question and you were too afraid to ask again. In fact, you were almost too afraid to even move, afraid that you were willingly slipping into your shackles of death. Or worse.

You hesitated, but he waited.

Slowly, despite still being in your basic work clothes, you obeyed and sat at the edge of your bed, maneuvering your body beneath the covers after kicking your shoes off. Harry tucked you in until you were all snug. You grimace, hoping with all your might that he doesn't try to sleep in your bed. You wished he would just go away so you could at least put on your pajamas. The fact that he was actually forcing you to go to bed made you feel angry, but your fear had your brain too overloaded to act out on it.

"Comfy?" he asked in an unusually gentle tone as he grabbed the edge of one of the extra blankets, draping that one over you as well despite there already being two upon you.

You hated that you wanted to keep asking why, why, why, to every single thing that he did. You hated it even more than despite asking, you weren't going to get an answer.

Harry leaned closer to your face, you shrinking back into your pillow. Your reaction kept him from going any nearer.

"Are you comfy?" he asked again, his tone even quieter than it had been before. You nodded feebly. Why was he such a weird person? Was he a killer? A rapist? A thief? You felt so confused and scared, it showed visibly on your facial expressions. Maybe sleep was the best option after all so that this nightmare would be over with faster.

He sat down next to you, his body touching yours with the barrier of blankets between you, but you could feel his weight on the edge of the bed, the warmth of it.

"Not gonna hurt you," he uttered aloud suddenly, his fingers intertwined with themselves, rested loosely on his lap. "Not unless you want me to."

Your eyes widened as you attempted to get your breathing under control, sharply inhaling through your nostrils when the words left his mouth. Not unless he wanted you to? Why the hell would you want him to? Is he insane?

"I- I don't want you to," you responded very quickly, a little too quickly, to which he chuckled somewhat heartily. It surprised you. He was definitely a weird person.

"I know," he said quietly, never once looking in your direction, only staring straight ahead through the maw of your open bedroom door. "...I know. So, I won't. No reason to. Thank you for your hospitality."

You wanted to snort at that. Hospitality? Forced to be kept as a hostage in your own home felt more accurate to you.

"...Well, your forced hospitality, that is," he continued with a slight chuckle, almost as if he read your very own thoughts. The fact that he laughed at your state of distress made you feel sick.

"I guess I should say, thank you for cooperating."

You weren't sure how to respond. You had not a clue what sort of person he was, or what his intentions were. He certainly wasn't going to relay that information to you. Or perhaps he would, if you asked nicely, you remembered...

"Um. Could I... change into my pajamas?" your question came out in a tiny voice, feeling humiliated with the fact that you were asking for permission, but also the fact that you were almost very sure that he wouldn't leave the room either to give you privacy.

"I did ask if you were comfy," he replied, not turning toward you, but his eyes were watching you now. You stayed silent, unsure of what that answer was supposed to mean. He was the one who forced you to get in the bed! He then stood up, taking a few steps before standing right outside of the doorframe, shutting the door behind him. You heard no further footsteps, so he was still standing there.

You were surprised that he granted you privacy and wasn't going to absolutely take advantage of you while making yourself even more vulnerable in front of him. A tiny bit of relief washed over you. You knew you weren't much to look at anyways, silently very thankful that you weren't super conventionally attractive. Or else he might have tried to take advantage of you already.

Without wasting time, you quickly went to your closet, grabbing an oversized shirt and some bottoms to switch into, throwing your work outfit into the closet. Usually you wouldn't wear so much to bed, but there was no way you were going to be in just your underwear, dangling bloodied meat in front of a circling shark. No way.

Sliding back under the covers, you settled into your cozy bed, feeling more relief especially with just being alone, for the moment, pretending it was an ordinary, normal night and there wasn't a serial killer right outside of your door.

He came back in, shattering your perfect shortlived fantasy. To the other side of your bed is where he stood this time, then, to your absolute horror, he began to undress. You turned over quickly to face away, your heart hammering away you almost thought he could probably actually hear it. You felt it in your ears as they burned.

The weight of your bed shifted, the feeling extremely unfamiliar, with the weight of someone else's body occupying the space right next to you. You had never slept next to anybody, nor had you ever slept with anybody. You'd never even kissed anyone. Your face felt overbearingly hot.

You were too afraid to speak.

Harry was shuffling around a bit, perhaps to make himself comfortable, but you felt something pressing against your back, down to your legs. It wasn't his body, you knew, as you peered over your shoulder for a second to see that he was using the extra blankets to build a barrier between the two of you. Your brows knit together, the confusions so overwhelming already.

He seemed rather calm and undisturbed, but both of those words felt inaccurate. Emotionless felt more correct to you.

"It's been so long. Please allow me to have this selfish comfort."

That was all he had said before he settled on his back next to you and you couldn't understand what he truly meant by it at all. The comfort of sleeping next to somebody? The comfort of a bed? What kind of life had he lived? You understood on some level that bed was definitely the most safe and comfortable place to be, but your space felt so invaded, so stifled. You had never shared it before.

A silence loomed between you and him for several long minutes, perhaps even longer, until you finally felt the courage to move around enough to turn off your lamp, darkness befalling the room. You heard Harry suck in his breath once the darkness engulfed you both, but then silence. There wasn't a chance that you would fall asleep. Not at all. The silence remained, but your mind was speeding through thoughts one after the next. So fast, that you had forgotten something.

"What happened to you, Harry...?" you whispered softly after several moments, unknowing if he had fallen asleep or if he lay awake just as you were. You hoped he was asleep. Though, you imagined he definitely wouldn't allow himself to do so until he knew for sure that you were first, which is why you spoke.

Your back was faced to him, but you felt his weight shifting around, something draped over your side on top of the blankets. His arm. A noiseless breath left you as you felt the blankets being pressed closer against your backside. You had become the little spoon.

Your face felt like it was on fire and your skin wasn't even touching one another, blankets covering everything in between. Your voice felt stuck in your throat.

Harry kept snuggling closer to you, despite the barriers between you both, almost clutching onto you. You could barely, just barely, feel his breath on the back of your head. He could smell the scent of your shampoo. The scent of you, your room, everything. It was driving you mad.

"I escaped," he uttered aloud, his hold on you growing more tight as your confusion swelled even more. "I was the only one who made it out alive. I was stuck down there, in the dark, for so long... so long..."

You had no idea what the hell he was talking about, your mind derailing in several different directions all at once. A man was holding you, something you'd never experienced aside from being hugged by your father, your heart on the verge of exploding in your chest and he wasn’t making any sense.

"I had no choice," he continued softly, his voice strained as he went on. "I had to do it... I thought I was going to die down there. I had to kill them. I had to... I had to eat..."

Your breath was audibly shaking now, your chest heaving and this strange man holding onto you even more tightly before it finally clicked in your mind, the vague words he was saying, admitting that he had killed another human, other humans. And he had eaten their flesh without any other choice, stuck in the dark deep underground.

"You were trapped in that mine accident," you whispered suddenly, the pieces finally coming together for you in your mind. He wasn't a serial killer, he was a man caught in an unfortunate accident, forced to survive in conditions not meant for any humans...

"I- I'm sorry..." you continued, unsure of what to do from this point on with this new realization.

Harry said nothing after that. He only clung to you as if it were his last life line connected to his sanity. You felt horrible for him. It wasn't that it made anything he was doing okay, breaking into your house, holding you hostage essentially, getting too close to you. But you couldn't imagine the horror of being trapped in a mine with no food, no water, no light... Lost and unsure if there would ever be a way to get out. Accepting that you may die alone, in the dark.

You thought you had felt true fear when you saw Harry for the first time in his actually very horrifying outfit. You realized then that he had seen, felt and done things that you didn't even have the capacity to imagine. You felt empathy for him. No wonder he was such a strange person... How could anybody be normal after such a traumatic event?

Even though the circumstances were unusual and terrifying, a feeling within you began to stir. You wanted to help this man. Despite that he was invading your personal space, he hadn't actually molested you nor did he attempt anything of the sort.

"Please tell me everything is okay," he pleaded quietly without warning, his voice hoarse as it cracked slightly, his face burrowing deeper into the pillows, thus closer to your neck. This poor man was losing his grip and you felt helpless to do anything to bring some ease.

"Everything... Everything is okay. Okay? It's okay. You're okay now," you complied with his request, trying your best to not sound so scared while you were speaking, but your voice still shook just a bit. Harry's body heaved suddenly, startling you, as he then clutched onto you, the blankets balled into his fists.

There were sometimes noises that came from him that you couldn't really identify. It kind of sounded as if he were crying, but you weren't sure.

He was.

He had no one. He had nothing. He was wanted for murder after he managed to escape from the collapsed mine. He did what he had to do in order to survive, during an accident that was no one's fault but the managers that oversaw the project to begin with and their carelessness. Yet, he was the one who was blamed. All he wanted was to be told that it would be okay. He just wanted to feel like someone understands, but everyone looked at him with evil eyes.

You were the only one he had come across that hadn't.

He held onto you. He cried into your backside, for how long, you had no idea. He was desperate for the feelings to come to an end. He would never be the man he was before. He could never return to the life he had before. "Harry" was only a cannibalistic murderer now. His identity was stripped from him when he emerged victorious in fighting tooth and nail for his very life.

Only overjoyed to breathe fresh air, to see the sunshine he thought he was never see again, while people he used to know as friends and coworkers leered down upon him like he was just some petty serial killer.

You had no idea.

Somehow, you eventually fell asleep, despite being in a situation you'd have never come up with in your wildest of dreams. The rays of the suns light filtered through your curtains as you began to return to the waking world. All you could see in your blurred vision were the specks of dust lazily floating around in front of the window.

An arm was still holding onto you, you realized. You attempted to not move too much, turning your head to see if Harry was awake. He wasn't. His side rose and fell gently with his slumber, still as close to you as he was in the hours of the night. He needed your comfort and you provided it, even despite the very unusual set of circumstances.

Under his eyelashes, his lower lids were raw and red, a bit of dampness still visible as darkened spots on the fabric of your pillowcase. How late had he remained awake? You imagined it may be hard for someone like him to sleep in the darkness due to what he had experienced. He may not have slept at all until the faintest of sunlight came through the window.

Your assumption was correct.

You waited for at least an hour, but Harry wouldn't budge. He never even stirred when you very gingerly moved his arm and slipped away from him. For a moment, you stood by the bedside, observing this man who slept in your bed. Gently, you moved the blankets to cover his shoulders. As you were closer to his face, you let your fingertips brush softly against a few locks of his hair that had stuck to his forehead during the night.

Harry woke many hours later, suddenly jerking upright when he realized that you were long gone. As he came into your view at the bottom of the staircase, you were preparing some sandwiches for lunch with cooked vegetables and such on them. No meat, as you decided that might be insensitive for someone like Harry to smell it cooking.

"Oh, good morning, Harry," you greeted him in the most normal way you could think of, your face immediately flushed as he was in nothing but his pants. Quickly, you put a plate down on your kitchen table with the offering of food. "Hungry?"

He looked completely stupefied with disheveled hair and obviously just woke up, blinking several times at you as you attempted to make some kind of genuine smile before you turned away from him, continuing to go ahead and begin making your own meal. The first sandwich was actually for yourself, but you hadn't expected to see him just yet, so you decided to give it to him instead.

"Ah. Uh. Sure," he replied as he sat at the table, seemingly astounded by everything around him, staring down at the plate. "Good... morning?"

"It's afternoon now, but it's alright," you replied, your heart doing a million flips per second because of how he was an intruder who broke in last night, who terrified you to death, but now you were feeding him and somewhat actually concerned for his well-being. What a bizarre and rapid change of pace.

You both ate in silence after you joined him at the table, continuing in this fashion until you both finished. His satisfied expression told you that he was highly appreciative of it. You stood and took the plates to the sink.

"Hey."

You turned toward him with your head slightly tilted attentively, waiting for him to go on.

"...Thank you," he murmured, his eyes usually sharp as darts seemingly soft at this moment, not piercing into your own, but slightly downcast. Awkwardly, he shuffled his feet together.

"It's okay," you replied, resuming the dishes that you were cleaning and putting away, going on to do the same with the food you had laying out on the countertops. As you completed your tasks, you turned to Harry, holding you hands together in front of you, your lips pressed into a line as you thought about the words you wanted to say. You inhaled.

"Harry..." you began softly, your thumbs messing about with one another while he was watching you, awaiting for what you had to say, though he seemed somewhat uncomfortable.

"...You can stay here, if you want to. I- If you have no where else to go, I mean. I- I know that's weird because you... broke into my house, but..."

He blinked several times, clearly not expecting this conversation at all. In fact, he had most likely expected that you'd say, alright, you had your fucked up fun in my bed, now get the fuck out. But no. It wasn't that at all. You felt pity for him. You wanted to help him, truly. He had suffered great misfortune. And he hadn't hurt you.

"I shouldn't take advantage of you more than I already have," he responded, knowing damn well that it wouldn't be right for him to stay with you after the events of yesterday. All he had wanted was somewhere to get away from the cold. It wasn't exactly his plan to find a woman in an old house distanced from all other homes in the area.

You approached nearer to him, holding your own arms around yourself.

"I- I- I'd like it, if you did," you somehow found yourself pleading for him to reconsider, your face lighting a shade of pink in your chagrin. "Y- You said you would do anything if I... if I asked you nicely. So... please stay...?"

He chuckled a bit, exhaling through his nose. Maybe he would reconsider, but you couldn't read his expression as he let himself get lost in his own thoughts and considerations.

"Guess you got me there, huh? I'll take your offer. Thank you for your hospitality, again," he responded, more gently this time around. You smiled a genuine smile, nothing forced or faked, elated to hear that you could assist someone in need once more. He reflected your smile with one of his own.

"...Don't wear that mask again though, it really frightened me," you mentioned as you nodded toward it still sitting on the table where he had left it the night before. You found that you kind of liked his laugh when it happened, as it did now.

"I don't even know your name," he said, not outright asking for it, but inquiring for you to give that information to him freely.

And so you did.

"Is that so? That's a very beautiful name," he uttered quietly, seemingly almost to himself, but you still heard him. "I really like it."

You blushed and thanked him. You were feeling some type of way and it was disturbing but not unwelcomed, only foreign to you. You now had someone to live with, for the first time in some several years. Well, for however long Harry would like to stay. You found that you were okay with him overstaying his welcome for as long as he would like to.

And he most certainly did.

#harry warden x reader #my bloody valentine 1981 #x reader

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modestlyabsurd · 5 years ago

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Alight Pt. 1 (Loki x Reader)

One rule. One rule. "Don't. Get. Caught."

Funny how things turn out.

And guess what? Plan B consisted of nothing pertaining to the possible arrest by the Time Variance Authority. Hell, what even was Plan B? A code word for "abort"? Well, that sure came in handy when they confiscated your communication equipment - along with every other item on your person.

Initially there was the idea that Bruce and Stephen would get some sort of distress signal from a device, but that hope died a week ago making almost three weeks in this prison so far. These fucking people probably hacked the equipment and disabled the location, or maybe the doctors didn't even think to add a location feature at all. Maybe they think you're dead. Maybe you failed and now you're stuck here indefinitely. Anything's fair enough at this point.

There's icing on the cake, too - you have absolutely no clue where Loki is.

Why? Why would they leave the mission deciding the fate of humanity up to you?! You're not even a fucking Avenger! Why, you ask? Because Loki was in love with you before he died in '18. Because you brought out the humanity in him. Because the Loki who's running amok through time and space lacks that humanity. Because you're the most normal one, who would seemingly fly under the radar unnoticed.

A month ago that seemed logical. Now, fuck logic. You've never felt so alone in your life.

With absolutely no defenses of your own - being just a mere human after all - your only modus operandi in any hopes of escaping is silence. Pure silence. They don't know your name. They don't know your birthday. They don't know who you are or why you're travelling through timelines. Daily interrogations from these TVA agents, and not a word from you. They probably question if you can speak at all at this point.

What they do know is you are in fact working for someone, and that you have a goal. And whoever you're working for is technologically advanced to some degree; all of which has come from their own mouths. Hearing that was the first bit of relief you've tasted, since if they figured out your motives and handlers, they'd likely question you specifically on that.

That little fire of hope sparked again. It started to burn, especially when given time to feed after days with no interrogations.

After somehow having found decent sleep on the twin-sized cot provided by TVA, the door of your cell opens loudly and you spring awake, adjusting to the light.

Brooding steps enter closer. "Get up, Doe six one eight. Moby wants to see you."

The handcuffs dig into your wrists as Dickhead 101 manhandles you to the head honcho's office. He's probably gonna dislocate a shoulder if he's not careful, and you consider that that could be the point. He doesn't act differently in front of his superior when he all but throws you into the interrogation room, and no one seems to care.

"Good morning, Doe six one eight," says Mobius when you have a seat across the desk. Your eyes adjust again - this room is somehow darker than your cell - and you can't help but scowl at the weasel in front of you. He brings his stupid little plaque every time. Mobius M. Mobius. So cryptic.

A second passes as he waits for a response. Nothing. Dickhead shifts in frustration beside you.

Mobius sighs. "I was really hoping to hear your voice today. Looks like we're gonna have to try something new, since the same-old same-old isn't working yet."

He opens up a briefcase on the desk and briefly pillages through it, before replacing it on the floor. In his palm is the ring. The black ring that monitored your vitals, and where Banner said the tracking device was. You chew your lip and resist snatching it away from Mobius; not that the handcuffs would let you.

"I'm sure you remember this, don't you?" he questioned, twirling it in his fingers. "Among other things, of course. But this, this was something else," he laughs. His beady eyes searching you for an answer.

"Now, I know what you're thinking. You think we've somehow reverse-searched the data in this ring or, or identified the blend of metals and narrowed down our options to just a few manufacturers. Or we even found some fingerprints other than yours. Which, you're not wrong. We did all of that. But I bet you'll never guess what spoke the loudest."

Your zero in on Mobius and his coy grin. Gravity pulls your eyebrows together and all the things overflowing inside you lock your jaws tight.

"C'mon," he rests his elbow on the desk, holds the ring between you. "I want you to guess."

You don't.

Dickhead is about to explode in a fit of rage. He huffs like a bull at a matador, and could pass as one too. But you don't look at him. You look at the ring, then at Mobius, wanting to jump out of your skin and run away.

"You don't know? Alright then; two words," Mobius takes his glasses off and enunciates, "gamma radiation."

Gamma radiation? Isn't that ... Oh ... oh no ...

"Ah, so you're familiar with the term. Yes, gamma radiation. Brilliant, really. Who would think to use that as a means of communication? Especially on such long-distance travels - it's genius," Mobius pauses, and in the quiet you realize you haven't breathed in a good minute. But the air is so thick, your lungs all but reject it.

He continues, "Now, Doe six one eight, I mean absolutely no offense but, you don't seem quite genius enough to have invented these devices and their mechanisms all by yourself. Then again, all I have to base that on is your appearance. I don't know what timeline you're originally from or why you've trespassed in the the first place. But now, thanks to this," he toys with the ring, "it'll be a little easier to figure that out."

Dickhead shuffles beside you, wrenching you up by your bicep. Despite him, you don't break away from Mobius as he replaces the ring into the briefcase.

"Y'know what, though? It would be even easier for everyone if you'd just ... tell me your name," Mobius shrugs.

You say nothing. Even though a yelp is inches from your tongue from how tightly your arm is being squeezed. Dickhead's body is a mountain compared to yours. His angry breath stains your skin.

For the first time, Mobius lets a sliver of frustration slip as he shakes his head in disbelief. "You just don't want this to be easy, do you?"

A gulp. The tightness doesn't subside.

Mobius stands with the briefcase and places his glasses back on gloomily. "Return the prisoner. It's almost time for breakfast." Dickhead nods and pulls you toward the door; you nearly trip from the force of it. "On second thought," Mobius announced, "Doe six one eight is in need of some teaching. There'll be no food for the prisoner until I allow it. From there, do as you see fit."

"Get in there!"

What's this?

The somewhat peaceful quiet is interrupted. A green misty tendril dissipates into the darkness from outstretched fingertips.

He arises, striding lazily to the wall to eavesdrop.

"You wanna talk yet?"

Silence. A bold statement.

The guard is angered by this. "No? Then I guess you won't need any light for a while." Thudding footsteps and more silence. Okay, this is intriguing. He closes his eyes and listens deeper, just as the sound of shattering glass reopens them. He tenses. Small, delicate glass.

"Clean it up. Or this can be a lot worse for you."

Very intriguing!

Ending the interaction is the sound of the metal door slamming behind the disgruntled guard. Ugh, the best things always end just when they become exciting. What a shame.

With a newly piqued interest, Loki awaits his breakfast and inevitable interrogation. Surprisingly, even he hadn't gotten a reaction quite like that. Maybe that can be a new game; to one-up the fury that his mysterious neighbor can invoke.

The little flames of amusement smother quickly, and returns is the real task at hand. But the soft, sad sound of gathering glass shards next to his bed keeps the wondering embers burning.

who else is pregnant from that clip y'all

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chocochar · 5 years ago

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ᴍʏ ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ | ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | Part 1

Part 2: TBA

(AN: I'm excited af to do this, and yet I've never written for Shouto before and I don't know how well this will do. XD But here we are!

Quick Notes:

Everyone is 3 years older than canon, so like Shouto, Izuku, etc are all 18, Natsuo is 22, Fuyumi is 26-27, etc.

This is a no quirks AU.

(F/n) = First name

(L/n) = Last name

(C/n) = Cousin's name

With almost every chapter I'm going to include fake tweets or texts/DMs that the characters make during the chapters. Just mentioning this so they don't seem out of place, I thought it'd be an interesting idea... (＃⌒∇⌒＃)ゞ

I think that's it, so let's jump in, yeah? (๑´ω`๑) )

[(F/n)'s POV]

It's a day that, for the most part, is like any other. I wake up at around 10 AM, shower, and get dressed before having something for breakfast and sitting on my couch. Living in a small apartment not too far from my college my walls hold pictures of me and my friends and family, some shelves with things I like to decorate my little home with, and posters of my favorite shows as well as my favorite idol group: DYNAMITE.

In this day and age Japanese and Korean idol groups are the big things people talk about; social media is flooded with posts and profiles dedicated to these celebrities, from the girl groups to the boys. The top two, though, are undeniably H3R0 and DYNAMITE. While I'm a huge fan of the latter most of my friends and my cousin are big into H3R0. Given the groups rivalry we've discussed which is better and who would win in a 'singing and dance battle' between the two, that's supposedly been rumored about, but I've always tried to stay out of arguments involving which is better. Sometimes it's unavoidable, but most of the time I escape the situation.

Not saying I don't like H3R0, they've got great music and the members are all gorgeous, I mean I follow them all on Twitter, I just prefer DYNAMITE. Checking my phone and Twitter I see the three boys of H3R0 all posted within the last hour, talking about their concert tonight...

...Which I'm being dragged to. By (C/n). Having today and tomorrow off of work at my family's restaurant and currently on a break from school I was going to relax the days away, probably be glued to my laptop or TV, but last night she decided to call me begging I go with her tonight.

"(F/n), pleeeeeeaaaasssse!! Suki fell through and Erika has work, please come with me!!"

"Why me? You know I'm more of a DYNAMITE fan, plus I don't know how I feel being your last resort," I replied, in the middle of making dinner.

"I'll give you all my DYNAMITE stuff if you do! And you were my first thought but obviously I didn't ask you right away since, y'know, you being a fan of their enemies and all," she said, and I nearly told her no, but then again staying home for 2 straight days might get a little lonely... And I wanted that merch.

Checking the time after a couple of hours watching TV and playing around on my phone I see it's after 1 and knowing she'll be here around 4 to get me so we can get there early I stand with a groan and go to do any makeup I feel like doing as well as brushing my hair.

By the time (C/n) shows up I'm all ready and I comment,"I thought you said 4, it's only 3:15."

"Well it doesn't hurt to get there as early as possible! I want as much merch as I can get," she replies, crossing her arms. I grab my jacket and follow her out, replying,"They're not going to run out of merch just because we're behind a few dozen people."

The drive there is as expected, busy and we get in nearly two accidents because she's driving like a crazy person. Parking she almost doesn't wait for me as she runs to get in line, the two of us getting a decent spot at least right before the mobs show up. Looking around I feel awkward; so many excited and screaming people, I feel sort of out of place knowing I'm like an enemy invading their territory. I scratch the back of my head looking up at the large screens on the outside of the venue, the trio all displayed with their names and their group's title in front of them. The place is huge, and even as they start filing us in after an hour and a half of waiting it still feels crowded; I get my foot stepped on her bumped into more than once, and I hold my phone and wallet tightly in my jacket pockets not knowing who might try to take them.

"Okay, (F/n), what do you want?" (C/n) asks me once we reach the stands to buy merch and I look at everything provided. All in all, I really don't know what to get, but shrugging I figure a t-shirt won't hurt. Telling the woman behind the table she nods, takes my money, then grabs the one I want and hands it to me. "That's all you want?" my cousin asks, to which I nod.

"Well I gotta save room for the DYNAMITE stuff you promised me," I remind her with a 'sweet' smile, and she averts her eyes, mumbling while pouting her lips something like,"Psh, lame..." before getting everything she wants (which I get stuck helping her hold, how does she have this much money?!) then we leave to go find our seats.

The place is packed, again I feel way out of place here, and even as they start doing a countdown the boys coming out I stay quiet while the stadium fills with thousands of voices counting down. (C/n) and I aren't too far from the stage, hell we're in the third row in the front of it! I wonder how much she paid for these... Suddenly everyone stands and starts screaming so I jump to my feet and look up to watch as one by one the boys come running out. First is Izuku, waving his hands and holding the big, sweet grin everyone adores; next to come out is Iida, also waving his hand, who comes across as the middle man of the group, a bright personality but still fairly level headed and bookish; last is Shouto walking out smiling, who I've always thought was the best looking of the trio. He's won a lot of fans over with his more reserved, blunt attitude, a lot considering him so mature for his age. They're all dressed in outfits that, while different, still go together with Izuku in a green shirt with no sleeves, Iida in a long sleeved white shirt, and Shouto in a black hoodie over a blue shirt, all wearing black jeans and different types of sneakers.

"Hey everybody, how're you all doing tonight?!" Izuku exclaims, the fans cheering in excitement.

"Are you all ready?" Iida follows, the crowd somehow getting even louder and I cover my ears as Shouto adds,"I can't hear you, are you guys ready?" while pointing out to the crowd. I keep my ears covered over the piercing cries and I watch as the boys all shout,"Let's go!!"

The concert starts, and while it's not the one I would normally want to go to the boys are pretty good! Their moves and voices in sync, I clap after every song and even sing along a bit when they do one I like or have heard over a dozen times thanks to (C/n) or my friends. The one I'm most mesmerized by is Shouto, his melodic voice enrapturing me as well as the smoothness of his dance moves, my eyes hardly leave him for more than a few moments when one of the other two is singing or taking center stage. If I was as big into this group as everyone else here I'm sure I'd be one of his thousands of fan-girls.

As it seems to get closer to the end I say to (C/n),"Hey I'll be back, I'm going to go look for a bathroom!"

Managing to squirm my way out of the masses of people I'm almost to the exit when suddenly people start rushing down the aisles as the boy's come down to the front rows to give hugs and high five or touch the hands of the fans, a barrier and the 'guards' being set up around the ground floor rows so the people in seats higher up can't come pouring down to crowd the trio more than they already are. I start getting pushed around, squished, but I push on until I find an exit and I rush out of it. It's not like the other exit doors, and I see a few doors lining the wall. When I walk further down I start to get confused, mumbling,"Uh... Where did I..." I don't see anyone, the stage crews and security all out making sure the boys aren't getting mobbed, and I freeze when I reach stairs to my right... leading up to the stage. My eyes widen, and I'm about to turn around and run out when the music ends and the boys are back on saying their thank yous.

"We're so lucky to have fans like you! Seeing all your faces here tonight..."

"... it makes us feel fantastic! If it weren't for all of you..."

".... We wouldn't be here, so..."

"Thank you everyone!" They call out in unison, waving as screams erupt in the large room. I jolt when hearing someone coming and looking around I quickly duck into the nearest room. It looks like a dressing room... "Oh no..." I don't have time to dwell on that as I shut the door just as I hear the boys exiting the stage and I run to the couch against the opposite wall. Hopping behind it I hide and cover my mouth, waiting. I can hear my heart beating in my ears so loudly, which makes it difficult to hear if anyone is coming. When the door opens the noisy organ jumps into my throat and I hope I wasn't noticed slipping in. If I'm caught I have no idea what they'll do, and I also have no idea how to get out of here!! The person steps in and shuts the door; it's silent for a moment, and I almost wonder what he's doing.

"I know someone else is in here, come out before I get security."

'Oh hell no, is that...?!' I think immediately, gulping. Do I get out or risk him going to get security?? Is that really Shouto?! Did he see me??! When I don't come out, being too lost in my panic to think straight, he sighs and I hear his feet shift as he adds,"Fine, have it your way."

"W-Wait!" I exclaim, popping up from my hiding spot holding out my hand with a frantic expression. "Please, I swear I wasn't trying to sneak into any of your rooms!!"

He looks surprised at first, like he wasn't expecting me to just show myself, before he grows immediately suspicious while looking ready to run out the moment I even move. "Then what were you doing here? How did you even get past security?"

I scratch the back of my head and can't seem to find the words. Being in the presence of one of the biggest idol stars in Japan right now, it's a weird feeling, like I feel smaller than normal while also a bit anxious. Although that's mostly from being caught unintentionally sneaking into his dressing room. But I can see now is not the time to hesitate so holding up my hands to show I'm not holding a weapon or anything I reply,"Uh, well, you see, there wasn't anyone in the hall, I think they all either went elsewhere or were keeping you guys safe when you left the stage. B-But again, it wasn't my intention at all to sneak in here, I was only looking for a bathroom but the crowds basically forced me through the door leading here! I mean you can frisk me right now, I don't even have my phone on me!!"

His eyes narrow as he watches me, probably looking for any sign I'm lying, but fortunately he seems to loosen the stiffness of his body a bit as he says,"... Alright, I'll believe you." Letting out a sigh of relief I didn't realize I was holding I climb over the couch and I get a better look at him; He looks pretty exhausted, which I'm not surprised by, but his eyes don't look at bright like they normally do in pictures and interviews. I don't think much of it, maybe he's just really tired from the concert, but I do still feel bad for him. He's still watching me, and smiling at him I try to be as friendly as I can.

"Sorry again about this, I'm sure you were pretty startled! Ummm... Oh, here, do you have a pen?" When he provides me with one I ask for his hand and I write down an address on the back of it, Shouto looking puzzled. "As repayment for giving you a scare that's the address of my family's restaurant. The place isn't very well known and small, but the food is 5 stars! If you and your group ever want a good meal come over and I'll treat you guys!... Even though I'm sure this is nothing for you guys, huh?" I nearly forget I'm still holding his hand and letting go my face heats up with embarrassment and I take a step back, scratching my cheek. "A-Anyways, uh... Can you help me sneak outta here? I don't really want to get busted and arrested..."

He's quiet for a minute staring at his hand before he meets my eyes with his own heterochromia and nods. "Sure, let me look before we go out," he tells me, stepping past me and opening the door to see if anyone is outside. I sneak up behind him and peek out too, able to see a few people out there talking; one or two look like stage hands and security, while the other 3 are a chubby, sweet looking woman who looks quite a bit like Izuku, a rather muscled blonde man whose hair is slicked back, a man with black hair who looks a bit like Iida, and another muscled man with short, messy red hair and a beard and mustache. Shutting it he runs his hand through his red and white locks and faces me, saying,"Unfortunately, I think they're discussing some things with our managers so we'll have to wait until they leave."

"Well... what about you go and distract them while I sneak out like a ninja?" I ask, somewhat joking although he cocks a brow. "Sorry, um, so what about that?"

"I could try but they'll most likely only tell me to get some rest and brush me off," he admits, turning and walking over to his couch while slipping his jacket off. I rub my neck trying to think of something else but nothing comes to mind and I follow him, plopping down next to him. "They should only be there a few minutes."

"Well then I hope you don't mind me sticking around until they leave," I say, smiling at him although awkwardness immediately settles around us. For a few moments I chew my lip trying to come up with some way to break the ice, and turning to face him I see he's on his phone. He doesn't seem too stiff like me, I'm sure he's realized by now I'm not a threat although I'm pretty sure he's not thrilled having a stranger in his room when he's supposed to be changing and relaxing, I'm guessing. So to make it at least a smidge less awkward I say,"So, uh, my name is (F/n) (L/n), although it's a really weird situation it's nice to meet you."

He looks at me before nodding, locking his phone and replying,"You too, I'm actually pretty glad it wasn't someone trying to steal my things or take my picture again. That's happened way too many times to count." He shakes his head, before asking,"You seem pretty calm, though. Have you done this before?"

"Me? No, no this is my first time even being in the same room as someone famous. I guess..." I hum, trying to think about why I'm not freaking out over sitting next to a celebrity. Even though inwardly I'm still a little shocked by all of this. "I guess it's cause you seem pretty normal to me? Like you're a big idol, you've got millions of fans worldwide, I won't lie I am kinda starstruck, but I can tell you're a regular guy under all that spotlight." I go pink after saying this and I laugh, adding,"That was cheesy, huh?"

He stares at me before turning his head away and giving a soft, tired looking smile as he says,"No, it's the first time I've heard something like that, thank you." He turns his head to look at me again, the smile gone but he adds,"You seem pretty nice, (L/n)-san."

"Really? Thanks, I'm glad you think so," I grin, resting my chin on my palms and deciding to continue the conversation we start chatting, asking each other different questions like our hobbies or silly stuff like that. I decide to ask,"So, how is showbiz like?" and I catch the way his face falls and he looks away, me now regretting asking since it seems personal.

While he doesn't outright say it, I can tell he's not keen on talking about it, his words sounding like they hide bitterness underneath as he explains,"It's... Fine. It seems glamorous on the outside, but it isn't all like that. While having so many fans and making so many friends of big names is nice sometimes it feels a little lonely, that and all the lessons and the little rest some of us get wears us out when we have big shows like this." I feel sympathy for him hearing this; it sounds like he's been through or seen the darker side of the red carpet life, and now I wonder if that's why his eyes look a little lifeless. "Sometimes some of us just want to run away from it..."

I watch him stare at the floor after mumbling this, sounding like he was talking to himself there.

"So, why don't you?" I ask. It seems to catch him off guard and he looks back up at me surprised.

"What...?"

I shrug and cross one of my leg over the other as I sit back, continuing,"Why don't you try to leave, or at least go on a break for a bit to get yourself in order? If you're an adult, even if you're on a contract, if you're wiped out you need to take some time for yourself. Granted I don't live in your world so I'm pretty sure it's not that easy, but maybe you or whoever is to that point, you just need to think of your own needs for a change."

He stares at me speechless, eyes wide and his lips slightly parted. I'm guessing he's never been told that before. Noticing it's been at least 10 minutes it feels like, I stand and walk over to the door, peeking out and telling him in a whisper,"Oh, they're gone! C'mon, my cousin is probably waiting." He seems lost in thought so I walk over and poke his forehead, his heterochromia orbs blinking as he focuses on me. "You said you'd help me out, remember?"

"Oh, right," he says, standing and following me to the door. He steps out, nobody luckily nearby or looking as he hurries me out. We take another way out where no one can see us, and it leads outside. Taking in the fresh air once out the door I face him, the night air causing a chill throughout my body as I hope my cousin didn't forget my jacket, phone, and t-shirt.

"Thanks Shouto, and again, sorry for all that but it was nice meeting you," I say, getting ready to leave but I freeze when he grabs my hand. Looking at him I'm confused, seeing he has something on his mind.

"Did you really mean what you said earlier, about doing what's better for yourself? Even if it means leaving?" He asks, leaving me more puzzled since he still seems stuck on this. He can't really be thinking about running away right?

"Y-Yeah, I meant it all," I reply, tilting my head. I slip my hand out of his grip and start to walk away, calling back,"You should probably get inside before someone sees you, and remember to come visit the restaurant sometime!" With that I hurry and run off to find (C/n), glancing back to find he's gone back inside.

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I thought that was going to be the only encounter with the idol, so if you told me I'd run into him again a few hours later when he shows up at my family's restaurant as they're closing up looking for me I wouldn't believe you. Getting a call as I'm laying on my couch watching TV I'm confused about why my mom is calling me this late and answering I ask,"Hello? What is it mom?"

"(F/n), sorry if I woke you up, but there's a young man here looking for you. He said he's your friend, I think his name was Shou... Shouta... Something like that," she tells me. I sit up right away, wide eyed and my phone nearly falling out of my hand. What the hell- I meant to visit when it's in the day time, when I'm actually there! But it sounds like it's just him...?

"Mom, I'll be there soon," I say as I quickly get my shoes and jacket on and grab my keys as well as my wallet. Hanging up and essential items in my pockets I hurry out of my apartment.

Getting there by taxi I rush in and look to find my mom talking to someone, who I can only guess is Shouto. He's wearing the hood of his jacket up, a beanie to hide his hair, and sunglasses. A bag rests on the floor beside him and when my mom looks at me he does too, my expression one of confusion and shock as he stands and takes off his sunglasses; he meets my eyes and lifting his bag onto his shoulder he walks up to me and says,"I know this is strange, but... I felt like you could help me."

"... Huh?"

"I took your advice, and I ran away."

".... Huh?!"

(AN: THAT WAS SO MUCH TO WRITE. And it wasn't even supposed to be this long, I just couldn't stop writing... (〃￣ω￣〃)ゞ

Sorry about how long it is, later chapters won't be over 10 pages... Unless you guys prefer that?? But I hope you guys enjoy it, I'm going to try to regularly update it every few days or once a week, I guess the more response it gets the sooner the updates?

Also I am looking for ideas for future chapters, since I'm planning some chapters dedicated to cute moments between (F/n) and Shouto along with the main story so if you have any ideas feel free to leave them in the comments! Hope you like it, let me know if you did?)

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moody-cowdaddy · 6 years ago

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Howdy darlin’ can I get an Arthur x reader where reader is super under appreciated until she gets hurt and can’t do stuff for a while. Things don’t get done. Holes patched, less money coming into camp, chores being neglected. Just a fluffy lil thing where Arthur tells reader how much the camp (and he) depends on her and how much the camp (and he) love her.

Howdy, sugar! Honestly, this was a super, super cute request. Sorry it took me a bit to get it out, but I hope that this is what you were wanting! 🖤🖤

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Most of the time, you were extremely careful when it came to your safety and keeping yourself guarded and healthy when it came to getting sick. You had far too much too do around camp and elsewhere to be down. You and Arthur were pretty much the glue that held the place together, and you absolutely hated to see him do majority of the work by himself.

But, there was always that off-chance that you might get hurt while doing something, and that's exactly what happened when you took a nasty spill off of your horse on a hunting trip with Arthur. Aside from the blaring pain, the sound of your foot snapping surely tipped you off that you had broken something, which, was later confirmed by the town doctor,who then had to put you through the pain of setting the bone back in place for healing.

So, here you were now, laid up in Arthur's tent, out of commission while everyone else went on with their day. You absolutely hated it, and you hated just laying around and not being able to get out and do things. But most of all you hated being stuck in here and not being by Arthur's side. Bless his heart, he did absolutely anything and everything that he could for you. He checked on you frequently, and stayed with you as much as he could.

But when Dutch came calling he had no choice but to go. But, whil he was away, he always tried to bring something back to you, and he always put someone in charge to check on you. Till and Mary-Beth would often come by and check on you. Sometimes Hosea stopped by when he had the time, and Dutch only came by once.

Sometimes it seemed as if no one cared a that much.

You were thankful that evening time was finally starting to approach. That would mean that Arthur would finally be returning to camp for the night, and that meant that you'd get to spend sometime with him before bed.

"You hungry?" Arthur asked as he finally walked through the tent entrance.

He had a bowl of stew in his hand, taking a small bite of it for himself before he handed it over to you. You took it from his hands, examining it closely as he sat down beside of you.

"What kind of meat is Pearson cooking now.. Skunk?" You turned your nose up at it.

"Kinda smells like it," Arthur chuckled.

"Someone has to do better huntin' than this," you complained.

You shook your head, reluctantly spooning some of the mystery meat into your mouth. Atleast it tasted better than it looked.. Kinda. Arthur laid his arm across your shoulders gingerly. Even though it was only your foot hat was a mess, he still treated you as if you were going to break at any moment. He was very caring in that way.

"How you holdin' up, darlin'?" He asked, turning his head to look at you.

You shrugged, "I'm fine."

"Don't sound like it to me, girl," he rebutted.

There really wasn't anything that you could hide from him, he knew you far too well now. The man was able to read you as if you were a book. It was both charming and down right annoying at times, but that was one of the many things you loved about the man.

You huffed, setting the bowl of stew down on the small table that sat adjacent to the cot. "I can't stand being stuck here in bed all day, Arthur. There's so much I need to be doin'. I can only imagine how lazy everyone thinks I am. I'm probably bein' compared to Uncle right about now."

Arthur narrowed his eyes at you, cocking his head quizzically as if that was the most absurd statement he'd ever heard from anyone in his life.

"Y'know, darlin', last time I checked, you didn't lay around in the fields all day three sheets to the goddamn wind," he reminded you.

"I just feel like I'm unnoticed around here sometimes," you sighed, laying yourself back down onto the cot.

Arthur looked down at you, his eyebrow raised as like he was surprised that he was hearing you talk like this, and which, it probably was. It was very rare that you ever complained about anything, or that you were this down in the dumps over something. But being out of work had definitely put a damper on your emotions in the last week. Arthur pulled his hat off of his head, and kicked his boots off as he carefully lowered himself down to your side, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist.

"I can tell ya that ain't the case, sugar. Everyone knows ya do yer damn best 'round here."

"Yeah, how do you know that?" You blinked at him.

"Well, y'know, those few nights a while back when you were in charge of the cookin'? Those were the best meals the group had." He tried to assure you in that beautifully husky tone of voice

"I'ppreciate it, but no one else seems to really bother themselves with gratefulness around here, y'know."

Arthur smiled, "Wouldn't say that. Lenny an' Hosea ain't stopped talkin' 'bout it since you cooked. Since you been restin', even Dutch mentioned that money ain't been comin' in like it was either.. An' don't get me goin' 'bout Ms. Grimshaw tellin' the other women that they don't take care'a this place half as good as you do."

As he spoke of your praises, you couldn't help but crack a small smile. "Sure you're not just sayin' that to butter me up, Mr. Morgan."

He hummed, giving you a coy smirk as he cut his eyes at you. "Think I could find'a better way to do that, if that was my intent, honey."

"Yes, you certainly could, couldn't ya? I definitely 'ppreciate that, an' it's nice to know that my hard work has been noticed. It feels good to hear it."

"Nobody might not say much, but they all love ya (Y/N). Yer one of the reasons why this place runs as smoothe as it does. God knows I love ya, gal," he said silkily. He placed his rough fingers on the side of your face, pushing your head in his direction as he pecked your lips. "I'ppreciate every lil' thing that you do, especially for me."

"Really?" You cooed.

You always found yourself in an instant state of bliss when Arthur was this sweet on you. Praise for your work was always an amazing feeling, but hearing your praises from him was all that you ever really needed.

He gave you a sincere nod. "Yes ma'am. I sure as shit don't know what I'd do without ya."

"You'd probably keel over dead," you quipped.

He chuckled, "I think you might be right 'bout that'un. Hell, even if someone thought you were lazy, if I got word of it, they wouldn't be breathin' much longer to say another word 'bout ya." He smirked at you, pushing his head playfully against your to emphasis what he was saying.

It made your worrisome demeanor completely melt away, a small giggle escaping you as you pressed your head back into his, snaking your arms around him.

"I really needed to hear that, Arthur. Thank you."

"It's just the truth, sugar." He kissed you on the lips before pulling you into him again. "You just get yer rest, an' don't worry 'bout anythin' right now. I got ya covered on everythin' 'til ya get back on yer feet. Understand?"

You nodded to him, looking up at him with sleepy eyes now. "Yes, Arthur. I won't."

"Good," he whispered, laying his head down next to yours. "Get some sleep, darlin'."

And just like that, you were both out like a light.

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lousimusician · 7 years ago

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Strung Along

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Summary: You were in love with Harry Osborn but you couldn't help feeling like he was stringing you along. You finally reached your breaking point, Peter helps you through your heartbreak and you soon realize that maybe Harry wasn't the one. A/N: This was inspired by B team by Marianas Trench. There are some lyrics I used as dialogue. (It's a great song. If you don't know it I recommend you listen to it)

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You were convinced that you had fallen in love with Harry Osborn. Everytime you saw him your heart skipped a beat, your were practically glued to his side. You weren't dating but the possibility was there. He just wasn't ready yet, but you were willing to wait. You had met him after he had transferred to Midtown last year. He could've easily become popular with his good looks and his money, but he wasn't into popularity and instead decided to run with the losers of the school. You, Peter, Ned, and MJ. All of you had easily become friends with him but you could tell he considered Peter his best friend. Which was fine because you weren't aiming to be just friends. From the moment you laid eyes on Harry you just knew that he was the one.But there was a major problem. He couldn't make up his mind whether he wanted to date you or not. Harry knew about your feelings completely. You told him how you felt a few months back and ever since then you felt you were stuck in the same place with him. He said he wasn't ready for a relationship but he also said things like when he is ready for a girlfriend he hoped it would be you. And now you were stuck between sticking around or trying to move on.

A sigh left your lips from your spot on Peter's floor. You two decided to work on homework together before Ned, MJ, and Harry were supposed to come over for movie night.Peter looked at you from his bed after hearing your sigh, "You okay, (N/N)."

"Yeah, I'm fine." You sighed again.

"You sure? It seems like something's on your mind."

You hated how well Peter knew you sometimes. "It's- it's just Harry."

"Oh Harry, of course..do you- do you want to talk about it?" Peter asked, moving to the other side of his bedroom to sit next to you. You shrugged. "Come on, you'll feel better if you do." He said, throwing an arm around you, rubbing your arm up and down. You and Peter had grown up togther with Ned, and as close as Harry considered himself to be with Peter, he still wasn't as close as you were to him.

"Fineee." You whined, leaning against Peter's shoulder. "I've been thinking a lot-"

"Oh no that's never good."

"Shut up." You laughed and smacked his chest, "But seriously, something happened a few weeks ago and I just don't know what to do now."

"Wait, you guys didn't- like k-kiss did you?" Peter stiffened.

You scoffed, "I wish, but no, nothing like that."

He relaxed, "Then, what happened?"

"Two weeks ago I saw him flirting with another girl." You said saddly. "But then later that night was our movie night. You, Ned, and MJ were asleep, Harry was half asleep laying his head on my lap but I was still awake. He started mumbling all of these things to me, like cute things about how I'm his 'ideal' girl and how 'sweet and pretty' I am- and I dunno, I'm just so confused."

Peter bit his lip as he listened to you ramble, "He's been doing this for a while now (N/N)." Peter pointed out.

"God, I know." You groaned. "But I've never felt this way for anyone else. He says he wants someone just like me but he doesn't want to date right now, and it's just so frustrating. Do you know what it's like to want someone this bad?"

"...Yeah, I think I know the feeling.." He mumbled more to himself as his thumb stroked your arm.

"Oh right, Liz, I forgot."

Peter cleared his throat, "Yeah, r-right...Liz..." He cleared his throat again. "Y'know he's got you wrapped around his finger, right?"

You sighed, "Yeah, I know. Does he ever talk about me?" You asked hopefully.

"Sometimes."

You lit up, "What does he say?"

Peter shrugged, "I dunno, I guess it's kind of the same stuff he's told you."

"Does he ever say anything about asking me out?"

"N-no, not really."

"Ugh, sounds about ri-" You were cut off by a knock at Peter's front door. "Well, I guess someone's here already."

You both stood up and left Peter's bedroom to answer the front door. As soon as the door was opened all three of your best friends burst through the entrance. Harry threw an arm around you, much like Peter did minutes before. He placed a kiss on top of your head. "Hey cutie, I didn't know you were already here."

"Yeah well surprise." You giggled looking up at him.

"Ew, get a room." MJ groaned.

"Very funny MJ." Harry said sarcastically, fist bumping Peter. "Hey Pete. Order pizza yet?"

"Oh, yeah. I'll do that now." Peter said pulling his phone out, scurrying off to the kitchen. The four of you made your way to Peter's living room. MJ immediately going through Peter's DVD's, while you and Harry sat down on the couch and Ned situatated himself in his favorite chair. MJ smirked upon finding one DVD.

"Oh no, I don't like that smile." Ned said. "What movie did you pick?" He asked warily.

"We're watching the Saw series boys and girl." She said putting the DVD in and plopping herself down in another chair Peter had.

Ned groaned, "Noo, I hate horror."

"Too bad princess. It was my turn to pick this week."

You and Harry snickered at their bickering. "Oh lighten up Ned, it'll be fine." You teased.

"Yeah, (Y/N) is acting tougher than you." MJ laughed.

Peter walked into the living room. "All right pizza should be here in 20 minutes. What are we watchi-" Peter stopped upon seeing 'Twisted Pictures' flash on the screen. "Oh come on MJ." Peter groaned. "Saw? Out of all the amazing movies I own you pick Saw?"

"Yeah, now sit down and watch the movie."

"Ugh, these movies are awful." He grumbled, grabbing some blankets and sitting down next to you. "Plus they're really gross."

"Aw, is Peter scared of gore?" You teased.

"What? Of course not, I like when it's done right. Not when it's used the way it is in these movies."

"Well suck it up, cause we're watching it and I happen to love these movies."

Peter gaped at you, "How have I never known this before?" He gasped. "I don't even know you anymore."

You snickered, the two of you quieting down when the movie started. The night went on and by the third movie everyone was hiding under blankets cringing at the graphic scenes as discarded plates of pizza and cups littered the ground and coffee table. You were buried into Harry's side under the same blanket. You glanced over at Peter finding that he was covering his eyes.

You leaned over to him and smacked his arm. "Don't cover your eyes, they're about to die."

"That's exactly why I'm covering my eyes!"

"Oh don't be a baby."

"..Is the scene over yet?"

You smirked devilishly as there was still plenty of gore on the screen. "Yeah it's over."

Peter peaked from under the blankets. "Liar!" He yelled burying his face in your side now.

MJ laughed at the two of you, "Sometimes I can't tell if (Y/N) has more chemistry with Harry or Peter."

Peter's face grew ten shades of red. "Oh quiet, MJ." You rolled your eyes before pulling away from Peter and settling back into Harry's side.

By 1 in the morning everyone besides you and Harry had fallen asleep. The night was almost identical to the one from two weeks ago.

"Hey (Y/N)?" Harry whispered trying not to wake the others as you leaned against him.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." You whispered back sleepily.

He chuckled, "Seriously though, ...do you like Peter?"

You sat up and looked at him wide eyed. "What makes you think that?" You asked incredulously.

"I dunno, you just seem to be really close."

"Trust me, there is nothing going on between me and Peter. I still like you."

Harry nodded, "Alright, it's just I don't really want to miss my chance with you just cause I'm not ready to date yet."

You laughed, "Don't worry, you have nothing to worry about. I'll wait."

Harry nodded again. "Alright. We should probably get some sleep now." You cuddled up next to him again trying to fall asleep but the words 'I'll wait' plagued your mind, as you stared up at the ceiling. Just how long were you willing to wait for this boy. You sighed again, closing your eyes. You heard a vibration on the coffee table though, which made you open your eyes again to check if it was your phone. But you soon realized it was Harry's. You were going to try to fall asleep again until the name caught your eye.

'Jasmine' You furrowed your brows recognizing the name from your health class. You checked to see if Harry was asleep before picking up his phone. You read the text and felt your heart drop. "Hey want to come over again. I can add more hickies to your collection." Your heart shattered. You looked at Harry and raised a shaky hand pulling down the collar of his shirt finding multiple hickies there. Tears sprung to your eyes, you got off the couch making sure not to wake him before going to Peter's room. You climbed out his window and onto the fire escape. You sat down, your legs hanging off as you let the tears flow freely. You felt so stupid. How could you not see it before. It was all just a game, he just liked the attention. Every word every compliment was empty. Why couldn't you see it before. You were so emotionally exhaausted from the games he had been playing this past year it was all coming out, as sobs wracked your whole body. You cared, you cared, about him. While he was just having fun playing with your feelings. You had never had your heart broken before but now that you did it was the worst feeling you've ever felt. You didn't know how long you sat on Peter's fire escape before you heard a few taps on the window behind you. You turned around, furiously wiping away the tears, to find Peter standing there with a sympathetic smile.

"Got room for one more?" You sniffled and nodded. Peter climbed onto the fire escape and sat next to you, putting his arm around you. You buried your face into his neck and cried as Peter placed his lips on your head in a kiss. He held you tightly, "Shh, it's okay, (N/N)." He comforted you. "Tell me what happened."

You sniffled again. "H-harry is an asshole. H-he's been f-fooling around with o-other girls. H-he never cared about m-me."

Peter clenched his hand in a fist, pissed off at Harry. "He wasn't worth your time. You are so so much better than him, he never deserved you."

"It h-hurts so much t-though." You sobbed.

"Shh, I know it does. But you're not gonna get through this alone, I'll always be here for you. Okay?"

You nodded, calming down a little bit. "Thanks Peter. God why can't I just find someone like you, why did I fall for such a jerk."

"I don't know..." Peter said, wondering the same thing.

"..H-how did you get over Liz?"

Peter shrugged. "I guess I just wasn't as into her as I thought I was. After she left I... I started paying attention to someone that was already in my life and I realized I never really liked Liz."

"Why haven't you told me about this girl?" You asked softly.

Peter shrugged again. "Because nothing will ever happen between us, she fell in love with someone else."

"Do I know her?" Peter paused, before nodding slowly. "Well, you should tell her how you feel. What's she like?"

Peter stared at the alleyway below his dangling feet. "She's...She's amazing. And she's so beautiful, she means the world to me."

"What else?" You asked, finding Peter's love life a good ditraction from your own tragic one.

"She's so caring and just fun to be around. There's always the biggest smile on her face, and whenever she does get sad I just want to hold her and make all the bad stuff go away. She's also a bit of a spaz." He smiled. "She's super clumsy, but it's also really cute. One time she accidentally slammed a locker in her face and had to go to the nurse with a bloody nose." He laughed to himself. Peter was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't seen your eyes widen, as you realized he was talking about you. "She's so easy to talk to, I can't count the amount of times where we've fallen asleep while facetiming. And she's also the biggest nerd I've ever met. She's so important to me... but I know she'd never like me back." He sighed.

"Peter." You looked up at him with knowing eyes. He looked down at you and sucked in a breath.

"Shit. I said too much." He started panicking. "Listen (Y/N) I know you just had your heart broken, and I'd never ever take advantage of you while you're hurt, so please just forget what I said." You were about to speak when someone cleared their throat behind the two of you. Both you and Peter turned around towards the window, seeing Harry.

"What's going on here?" He asked.

"Uh, Harry maybe you should go home-" Peter started.

"What is this I thought there wasn't anything going on between the two of you." He said, angry now.

You rolled your eyes, as tears began welling up again, "Leave me alone, go to Jasmine's"

Harry's eyes widened in realization. "You looked at my texts?" He asked angrily.

"Oh just shut it. I'm so tired of your bullshit. I'm done waiting for someone who doesn't like me."

"That isn't tr-"

"Oh please, I'm not even your first choice. Just leave me alone."

Harry scoffed, "Fine, whatever. I'm leaving." He said before storming off.

"Sorry about that." You wiped away the tears that fell, before threading your fingers through Peter's. He looked down at your hands and back to your face. "You're a sweet guy Peter. Once I get over this stupid heart break, I don't think I'd be opposed to going on a date with you." You mumbled.

"R-really?" He asked hopefully.

"Can you wait for me?" You asked, knowing how ironic the situation was now. "I promise I won't do to you what Harry did to me."

He placed another kiss on your head. "Of course, (N/N)." You both looked down at the alleyway with soft smiles on your faces, the sounds of Queens drifting through the air. Finally having a promise the both of you would keep.

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the-writing-blog69 · 6 years ago

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Little Nightmares oc (reupload)

Name: Iki,

Nicknames: The Messanger

Gender: female

Age: 21

Appearance: a pretty young adult, with dirt and scratches, scrapes, and other minor injuries littering her skin. She is of average height for a person her age, maybe a bit taller, and very thin added to that. Her hair goes down to her shoulders, just barely grazing against them, with half of it being put up into a ponytail, the other half being down, and her bangs covering her eyes, and bandages wrapping around her head. She wears a plain white flowy dress that goes down to just below her knees, with straps on it as well, along with a blood red floor length cloak with a hood, that is lined with faux fur around the edges. Her toes and heels have been removed, and in their place she wears a strange metal attachment, modeled to look and function like a falcon's foot, with talons to grip onto things and perch herself, She also wears a messanger bag over her left shoulder and onto her right hip, along with bandages on her ankles and her wrist. She carries an old oil lantern around with her everywhere. She has lost her left arm, and uses a prosthetic arm made of wood and metal, and has a pair of large wings, resembling a falcon's wings just MUCH larger, from some unknown beast sewn onto her back a long time ago.

Personality: she seems to be fearless, with high energy that can and will go down when it needs to. She is very passionate to those she loves and will do anything for them. She's a creative person, and will takes breaks from her deliveries to draw and write. She may be stuck in the hell hole that is called the maw, but she is still a creative and imaginative person and she needs an outlet. This brain helps her to navigate the maw, and solve the puzzles that seem to litter the place. She may seem a little dumb at first, but once you get to know her by more than just face and name, you learn that she is much smarter than she likes to let on, however her mind is very much... Uncontrolled, and needs stability to function without her doing something stupid or hurting herself. That stability comes in the form of The Lady, and The Messanger will do anything she says. She listens to the others well enough, but sometimes she'll disregard them in favor of doing something else. She is fond of the children as she was once one of them.

Backstory: she was an average child on the maw, deciding to go on an adventure to deliver a drawing of the pretty lady she once saw to the lady in person. She loses her right arm after a near death experience in the end of her journey with a strange being, though she did manage to push through even further, and bandage up her arm. She delivered her drawing, and The Lady was genuinely impressed by the lengths she went through to get the drawing to her, and decided that she would be of good use to the maw... Iki ended up with a new friend, job and a whole lot of other new things that she didn't have before, like her wings, which were sewn onto her back and attached to her skeleton via The Lady's magic.

Name: Elvira

Nickname: The Maiden

Age: ??? Adult

Gender: female

Appearence: she wears a simple black floor length dress underneath a white, stained apron. Her black hair is tied back into a bun, using a pair of sticks with decorative string and beads on it to keep it together. Her hair in the front is messy, strands hanging over her face, some tucked behind her ears. She wears a white cat mask over her face, the cat is smiling and it's eyes are closed, with eyes holes along the closed eye lines. Her eyes are grayed and almost seems blind, but she can very much see you... Her face and hands and every bit of noticeable skin is scarred and burned, some parts of her even seem stitched back on. Flowers decorate her hair, some being dead, and some being vibrant and colorful and freshly picked. She is thin and incredibly tall.

Personality: cold and bitter, always dreaming of the more fanciful things in life, to the point to where she's sorta living in a delusion that she does have those things in life. She steals from the guests, and scavenges through trash to find things to decorate her room with. Her room is no doubt the most bright and beautiful room, but don't be fooled, its all worth nothing, but she pretends that they're worth thousands of dollars. She loves pretty and cute things, to the point where if anything she finds cute (I.e. children) she keeps it until she loses interest, then she will promptly discard it, in one way or another.

Backstory: she came to the maw looking for work and shelter from the cruel world outside, and has been there ever since, cleaning after the guests and bringing them their food. Doing anything is asked of her within reason.

Name: Rufus

Nickname: The Pet

Age: 30 in human years

Gender: a good boy

Appearance: a slightly chubby dog like monster with three pairs of eyes on chest head, and a large eye on the middle of his chest that is absolutely huge. He is nearly as tall as The Janitor. His ears are long and floppy, nearly touching the floor due to their length. His fur is long and shaggy and dark brown with white on his belly and the tip of his tail. His long, sharp claws click against the floorbroads whenever he is near.

Personality: was once abused by his past caretaker, The Maiden, but now is much happier with his new caretaker, The Messanger. However, like all on the maw, he has a job to do, which is to hunt down pests, like the children that escape the prison. While looking like a dog, he is also sorta like a dog. In example, if you throw down something at him from above, he will go and check it out, giving time for you to escape him. He's a good boy that pretends that is a vicious animal, but, if you look past his horrifying appearance, he is probably the least threatening thing... That is, if you're not one of the pests he was sent to hunt down and get rid off.

Backstory: this boy was sent to the maw a long time ago, and The Maid was in charge of taking care of him, however, due to him not being "cute enough" in The Maiden's eyes, he was mistreated by her, until Iki came into his life, now he's a happy dog-thing.

Name: doesn't have one.

Nickname: The Watchman.

Age: ??? Adult.

Gender: male

Appearence: his skin is oddly a light gray color and he is very, VERY, tall, taller than the lady, and he's also very thin, with the outline of his ribcage being visble. His head is covered with what seems to be a piece of a royal blue sheet that was cut off of it's origin. But other than all that stuff, he seems... Pretty normal. He looks as if he's a normal adult male. He wears a pair of black pants, and a white stained button up underneath a black suit jacket. He wears no shoes. He has some strange supernatural abilities. Also he's got a lizard tail, So, y'know.

Personality: strange, to say the least. Sometimes he just starts screaming for no reason, and nobody can explain as to why he does this. In fact, nobody can explain why he does the things he does, and it seems like nobody wants to delve into this strange creature's mind to find out. He seems to crave for companionship, but he finds it hard to socialize, so he just does his job and waits for someone to take notice of him. Besides the random screaming, he's usually a quiet creature, lurking in the silence and darkness like a ghost roaming a hall. He often poses no threat to others if you see him in person, he'll just let you go on your way as long as you don't touch any of the equipment... Hell he might even have you stay for a while for a chat or two.

Backstory: one day he just... Showed up. Nobody knew where he came from, or anything about him, other than he was here now. Eventually he was given a job in the maw, as it was apparent that they could not get rid of him. Now he mans the surveillance systems of the maw, along with the eyes that turn others into stone in a private room on the upper floors of the maw.

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Perfectly Unraveled, Chapter I

Rating: Mature

Modern day AU.

Warnings: Abusive parent, swearing, mentions of drinking, drug abuse, self harm, anorexia, mental abuse, physical abuse, favoritism, run away child, cheating, suicide, depression.

Fandom: Marvel.

Plot: Odin Borsons family was perfect. Perfect wife, perfect children, successful business. He donates to charity, feeds the homeless, he helps with school events. But behind the scenes, two of Odins children struggle to survive and to earn their fathers approval. Will they be able to escape the life they were born into, and find happiness? Or will their souls die trying?

A/N: Jesus I really need to write something light hearted, ffs.

Hela had officially had it.

She was sick of it. Sick of her step mother acting like everything was just perfectly fine, while Odin, her father, abused her and her little brother Loki mercilessly.

She was sick of looking like the perfect family. The typical, normal, perfect family. With well behaved children, who wouldn't dare speak without being spoken to. Married high school sweethearts who broke up after senior year, only to meet again after Odins divorce and marry in less then a year.

Helas mother walked out when she was only 5. She remembered the day she left. Her long black silky hair flowing behind. Hela trying to follow her out the door. Her mothers cold glare with her piercing green eyes. Eyes that they shared. She still remembers her last words to her.

"Last thing I need is Odin claiming I kidnapped his fucking brat. Stay with daddy and play princess, bitch."

Last Hela heard, she was found dead six months later in a alleyway with a needle in her arm.

She didn't know what made her mother finally snap. The abuse, the need for drugs, the pressure to be the perfect wife and mother to Odins heir, it didn't fucking matter. Long as Hela was concerned, she was an orphan.

She remembered the day Odin introduced Frigga to her. How her long golden locks wove into an intricate braid, her stunning hazel eyes, her gentle smile. How she immediately took to her as her own. Hela always loved Frigga, striving for her approval. Things were so good. Her father stopped hitting her over the littlest things, she had a mommy again. Her future was bright.

Then Thor came along.

At last! The golden haired, tan, blue eyed son Odin always wanted!

Hela was immediately ignored by him. All he ever did was coo at his beautiful son. He never let her around his perfect child, fearing she would poison him. She would always wait until the dead of the night, and then she would go into Thors room and look at him. She didn't understand, what did this supposed miracle child have that she didn't? She was smarter, faster, why, she could count to 1000!

Then Loki came.

Immediately Hela loved him. Finally! A brother that looked like her!

He had dark black hair, just like her, but instead of it being smooth and straight like hers, it was curly and unkempt. He had baby blue eyes that you could melt into. She noticed that Odin didn't take to Loki like he did Thor, or even like he did Hela herself. Frigga was extremely protective with Loki. Not even leaving the maid alone with him. The only other person she trusted alone with Loki was Hela.

Hela looked at her phone. It was almost dead, and she didn't have a charger. She paused, and in a moment of rashness, chucked the phone to the ground and stomped on it with her foot. The phone smashed underneath her boot. She didn't want Odin to track her. She learned that the hard way.

She walked up to the park. All she had was a bag she kept packed in case she needed to make a run for it. She had two. One for her, and one for Loki. She tried to get him before she left, but it was either run without him, or get caught. Hela couldn't afford to be caught a second time. This time, the punishment would surely be worse then the first.

As they grew older, it became evident that Odin favored Thor. Loki was always Odins target. Hela tried to protect him as much as she could, earning herself many bruises and a broken arm. Loki and Hela stuck together as much as possible. Walking the hallways together at school, studying for tests together, helping the other get the best grades possible. They tried to please their father, but nothing was enough. If Thor got a D, Odin got him a tutor. If Hela got a C, she got beat. If Loki got a B, he would be berated venomously. Odin couldn't lay a finger on Loki. The moment Frigga found a bruise, she would pack her bags and leave him with nothing. So he made little comments. Ones that would build up, taller, taller, like a Jenga tower, pulling some out, rearranging, until eventually, it collapsed. Only to be rebuilt. Over, and over again.

Odin could do whatever he wanted to Hela. She was no ones favorite. No one noticed why she started wearing long sleeves in the summer, why she bleached her hair and tried to make it curly like her brothers. Only had every inch shaved off. No questions as to why she was becoming so worryingly skinny. Nothing.

It boiled to a point, where she couldn't take it anymore.

One night, about a year ago, Hela packed a bag. Loki sat on her bed, swinging his legs. His green sweater sleeves over his hands as he picked at a stray string.

"Don't." Hela said. She placed a black shirt in a spare backpack. "It'll unravel the sleeve."

"Sorry." Loki looked up at her, his big blue eyes looking worried she would be cross. She only smiled and ruffled his curly hair. "What are you packing for?" He asked innocently.

Hela froze.

"We're, uh… going on a trip. Just you and me." She said. She put a sandwich in a plastic baggy with R2 D2 on it.

"Really?!" He smiled. His front tooth was missing, creating a big gap that made his smile just heart melting. "Where to?"

Hela paused again. What exactly can she say here? He was just a kid. She couldn't just say the truth, that they were going to run away from this toxic home and find a new one. Hopefully. Who would want to take in a 12 year old and her 6 year old brother?

"To this place."

"What place?"

She huffed. She looked around the room desperately, as though her dirty laundry she threw on the floor carelessly this afternoon held the answer. Then she got it.

"Vallhalla." She replied, and continued packing.

"Valhal-Val-What?"

"Vallhalla. Home of the warriors of Asgard. Mr. May has been teaching us about Norse mythology, so we're going to go visit them."

He grinned. Great job, Hela. You didn't scare the kid, you made him excited to be homeless. Nice one.

"When are we going? Are we going tonight? Should I bring Peter?!" Peter was his stuffed rabbit. He carried him everywhere. Odin had mocked it one time, only to be overheard by Frigga and be berated by her. He didn't do it again.

"Y'know, that's a great idea! Why don't I get him?" She smiled. They had to leave tonight. Odin was away on business and it was only for the night. They had to run while they could. It was their only chance.

The stars above twinkled gently as Hela sat on the park bench. It was chilly, and all she had for warmth was her thin sweater. She put her backpack under her head and played down. She was under a tree that was a bit far from the main part of the park, so hopefully no one would notice, or bother, her. God, she was starving. She looked at the moon. It was a crescent moon. Lokis favorite. She preferred the half moon. She opened her bag and rummaged through it, looking for something important.

Hela walked quietly through the garden, holding Lokis hand.

"Lala, why can't mommy come?"

"I told you, Kiki, Vallhalla doesn't allow mommies and daddies. Now be quiet, we can't let anyone know." She whispered. The sky was cloudy and the air humid. Her heavy clothing causing her to sweat, but she didn't care. She had worn as much clothing as possible. She had on two pairs of jeans, three t shirts, and two sweaters.her hair was in a high bun, her stray hairs sticking to her wet skin. She had managed to get two pairs of jeans for Loki in her bag, but could only fit one pair on him. He had on two t shirts and one sweater. She had more clothes in their bags, but she mainly put in essentials.

Loki whined.

"I'm tired. Can you carry me?"

Loki asked softly. Hela shook her head.

"Mm mm. You're too big for me now. You have to be strong or else we won't make it to Vallhalla." She replied. How was she gonna do this? Just live in a homeless shelter for the rest of her and Lokis childhood? They'd turn them into foster care. Besides, not like she's old enough to claim he's her kid. She could call the police, tell them what's going on, but c'mon. Her father was the richest man in town. He was the owner of Asgard Inc. A business his father passed down to him. Who would believe that he, a man who gave to charity, went to church every Sunday, fed the homeless, would beat one child, and mentally break the other?

It didn't matter. They were almost to the woods just outside of their house. Just a little further and they'd-

An alarm started blaring.

Fuck.

Hela grabbed Loki, who was frozen in terror, and ran. She ran blindly into the woods, pushing past branches and bushes, hearing dogs barking, following them.

Her breathing started becoming harsher, harder. Her legs started to trip over themselves. Loki dug his fingers into her back. She feels tears streaming down her face, her eyesight becoming blurry.

She can see the edge of the forest. They're almost out. Just keep running. Just keep running. Just keep-

Her foot catches on a root sticking out of the ground. She pushes Loki from her so she doesn't crush him. She stumbles trying to get back up, grabbing Lokis arm, tugging him to the edge, but it's too late. A man grabs her wrists and handcuffs her. A needle pricks her skin. She screams for Loki to run. To go away. Her vision fade to black as someone grabs Loki.

Hela finally finds the thing she was looking for. She pulled it out. The little stuffed toy that Loki gave her. Peter the rabbit.

She hugged it to her chest and felt tears running down her cheeks. Odin had beat her to the point of a broken arm, and after that, starved her and locked her in her room.

Frigga was on vacation with the kids, to 'recover from the truama'.

Hela looked back at the sky. She felt sleep tugging at her eyelids. She finally did it.

She was free.

She smiled as she faded out of consciousness, praying that Loki was okay, and that one day, she could go back and get him.

A/N: I hope you guys like this! Please reblog!

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