#give me 1940s fic between them

[divinekangaroo]

i might be super late to the party but i was lurking in he tags and: i would LOVE some more explanation/in depth study of what was going on with Tommy and Finn, especially in the last season. I am still, not confused per es, but just wondering alot about some of the choices

This is so interesting, isn't it, particularly when you look at it comparing what 30yo Tommy says to 11yo Finn in S1 versus what 43yo Tommy says to 25yo Finn in S6.

I will warn this isn't coherent in ANY WAY as my infant is being grumpy, but here's a lump of things which struck me as worthy of indepth consideration:

-S1 Tommy telling Finn "don't be me" versus S6 where Tommy basically forces Finn to break his promise to his wife and drink, a mimicry of all the things Tommy has done (go abstinent, fall off the wagon, break promises to his wives).

-Finn being present at all the various violences the Shelby brothers commit, including as a child picking out his own machete (!!!) for one of the mob battles (think it was Epsom?); doing this well enough that he had a reputation -- Songbird Lady in S5 knew enough about the Shelbys to name her new Songbirds 'Tommy, Arthur and Finn'.

-Accidentally or deliberately, Tommy having set up Finn to develop Tommy's vices - cigarettes, drinking, drugs, whoring - pretty much all by the time Finn turned 16. But S5 Tommy nevertheless being very opposed to Finn developing Tommy's vice for violence and risk-tasking, albeit framed as 'we're too high in criminal hierarchy to do grunt work now' not 'you of all of us never have to risk yourself'

-Finn being involved in and integrated into all their illegal business but as a sort of free labour, gopher ('go for'/fetch like an apprentice, or a squire to a knight) - manning the door, bringing around the car, etc

-Finn seeming to hero-worship Tommy, but actually having a brotherly emotional relationship with Arthur. Tommy to emulate, Arthur to actually be a brother.

-Finn and Arthur being the only ones willing to entertain a conversation with their father on his return - Finn trusted Arthur not Tommy, Finn had no father figure, and Tommy did not fill this father figure space or Finn never would have gone with Arthur.

- Tommy brokering Arthur, John and Polly's marriages, and endorsing Ada's partnerships before the family accept them (and Tommy doing what he likes with his own marriages). Then, this way S6 Finn asks Tommy about marrying a girl 'who likes the life' and Tommy telling him no, 'find a girl who doesn't like the life'. And then Finn marries Mary with Tommy's endorsement to the family, and Mary tells Finn not to drink until after 6pm. I did wonder if Mary was the first girl, or was Mary a different girl that Tommy found/endorsed? Because Mary doesn't seem like a girl who likes the life if she's setting limitations on drinking time?

- Finn was effectively raised by Polly. The Shelby mother and father were gone by the time he was 1. Arthur and Tommy (and John) were gone to war by the time Finn was 5, and only returned at when he was 10. Finn had no father figure, ever.

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So there's this odd push-pull where Finn is clearly one of the Bad Shelby Brothers, because at that time, having him integrated and present in their business was likely the best and easiest way to signify he was protected as well as keep an eye on him. They also used him very much like a squire to their knights, doing the labour and supportive chores and shitty jobs in order to learn the higher level jobs. But then those many conflicted occurances where it seems that Tommy wishes Finn wasn't so involved? Tommy wishes in many ways Finn was less invested in the business so Finn could be released from it? But maybe he doesn't, because Tommy in multiple circumstances challenges Finn with presentation of a vice and Finn always, always indulges -- even if that time, Tommy said don't rather than do?

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Then we have this interesting symbolic thing happening in S6 between Duke and Finn and Tommy, all revolving around watches.

Duke steals Arthur's watch -- 'I can tell the time' - and in S5, Michael's supposed takeover piece has this strong sense of time -- time for the next generation to step up and time for old men like Tommy to step off the stage and Michael fully brings Finn into it (with Finn's consent/support, or unexpectedly??) and the camera focuses on Finn. So, linked to Michael's failed takeover via the motif of time, Duke can also tell it's time for the next generation, demonstrated by getting one over on ol' Arthur?

Then, Duke only believes Tommy is his father after Tommy explains about Duke's mum's watch that actually, Tommy stole in his youth; and Tommy's brought Duke into the fold so preciptiously because Tommy's (due to terminal diagnosis) running out of time to tidy up his family's loose ends and has to do this now. But also, Duke is symbolically returning time to Tommy that Tommy otherwise wouldn't have by bringing back Tommy's decades-old stolen watch?

Then Tommy has that explosion at Finn about drinking when he wants to and uses Finn's watch to make his point: that says Shelby and you're a Shelby so you tell the watch what time it is. Behind all that is this sense that I bet Tommy wishes he could control time, too, because he'd love to wind it back right now that his time is running out, but also, Finn is a young Shelby and could determine it's time for himself to step up if he simply stopped doing what Tommy kept telling him to do?

In a world where Tommy wasn't running out of time and/or Duke didn't appear, I imagine Finn may have been brought to one side for a quiet chat about Billy Grade and his role in Polly's death. I imagine Finn would have been absolutely destroyed that his sole true caretaker figure was dead because of his loose tongue. I imagine he would have killed Billy, or at least supported Billy being executed. But in this world, Tommy is dying and running out of time, and Tommy is delegating many of his painful tasks to others to do because he can't do everything right now, and why not test both Duke and Finn? Test this next generation as to their readiness to take his place? And who's left in the next generation but for Finn and Duke given Michael's proven himself unsuitable and Charlie is far too young? (I'm sure Uncle Charlie probably had some secret remit to re-home Duke if Duke failed in that scenario too)

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And I also find it a super interesting parallel that Tommy forces Finn to demonstrate Shelby family loyalty by shooting his best friend, an act Tommy himself did with shooting Alfie for Alfie's betrayal that nearly killed Arthur. In this instance Arthur only almost died so Alfie only almost died - whereas Billy had to really fully die.

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I mean, none of this gets to a satisfactory conclusion, it's just a bunch of conflicted threads/thoughts. I feel Tommy was vaguely treating Finn like a squire in a faint anticipation of one having Finn step up and take over the business from him, there's a near 20-year age gap between them, but Tommy was always conflicted by this because 1) he didn't really want his littlest brother to have to do the same shit he did, and 2) Finn was not leadership material, smart or cunning in any way, he was really just a consumer of the Shelby proceeds and always obeyed and never really acted to assert himself in the hierarchy. This faintest possibility of Finn taking over was then derailed heavily by Michael who was smart so Tommy dropped those vague unformed thoughts about Finn, but after Tommy knew Michael would be out of the picture in some way in S4 when suspicions start to rise? Finn starts to show up again in Tommy's arc in a very different way, and is put under various levels of pressure, right up to this S6 contrived scenario between Finn and Duke.

I get a sense that over time, Tommy challenged Finn repeatedly with situations of vice, corruption, conflict, difficulty, in the hope Finn would demonstrate enough strength to push back against Tommy instead of performing the vice. But Finn never did, and even when he fucked up, it was a silly mistake not worthy of any respect, not even in the way Michael is worthy of the respect of being killed; and so he is always framed in Tommy's mind as the weak one. There's a clannish behaviour (where clans are about constantly fluid status, not granted/earned and static rank) where you only get status if you behave in a way that already is of that status. Finn never, ever did this. Tommy then contrives a situation of extreme pressure as a last ditch effort to see if Finn will stop being that squire, weak one, or will he finally act according to the status he should be able to claim.

It's also this working class thing of dumping shit and abuse on your sons until your sons are strong enough to force you to stop. Finn's not a son, but that mentality...

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I'm sorry this is so rambly, one of those fun things that it takes more time to be brief and succinct than just word-vomit on a screen XD Post S6, I have only two fic concepts in my to-write list, and one of them is 100% about Finn, trying to reconcile all of the above. I think Finn's actor did an amazing job of packing so much pain into that final scene it'd be a disappointment if any eventual movie doesn't give him a heavy arc.

[the-winter-spider]

But Daddy I Love Him | B.Barnes

Word Count: 3k

Pairings: Bucky barnes x reader

Warnings: Abuse, swearing, angst

A/N: This is an older fic i had, that really was going nowhere decided to start working on it and here we are! Not edited or proof read.

Masterlist

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1940s

You were anxiously waiting on his front steps, your right knee bouncing up and down, while your shaking fingers were fidgeting with the hem of your dress. You knew the boys would be back anytime soon from whatever double date they were on, because Bucky promised you that no matter what he would be home at 9pm sharp for you and every night since then he has been, but tonight he was cutting it close.

You pushed up your sleeve and looked down at your watch. It was 9:52pm, he was late. You let out a loud sigh, you stood up and brushed your dress off because god forbid if you went home and your father saw dirt on your silk dress he would know exactly where you went and you were so afraid he would raise his hand to you again, taking one final glance at your watch you knew he wasn't coming. You couldn't blame him either because you’ve never needed him before so he probably just thought being a little late wouldn’t do any damage. You placed your clutch down beside you, placing your head between your hands letting the tears flow thinking of the events that happened just 30 minutes before.

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Flashback

“You will marry him!” Your father shouted at you slamming his fist down into his desk in the study.

You clenched your fists your nails digging into your skin, you could feel the nails breaking the skin on the palm of your hand, your heart was thumping so loud you almost didn’t here the words come out of your mouth, you’ve said them in your bathroom in front of the mirror so many times you almost didn’t believe this was real till you felt your father's open hand hit right cheek, his rings slicing open skin, your head went sharply to the left, your grasped your cheek out of instinct.

“What did you say?” He was standing directly in front of you, it felt like some old movie western showdown. He was challenging you.

You took a big breath turning your head to face him, looking him in the eyes “No Father, I will not be marrying him, I will not be marrying a man I am not in love with! I don’t love him!”

Your father scoffed, stomping back over to his desk“Yeah what do you know about love?” Taking a drink out of his whisky.

“More than you” You whispered

He turned to face you, whisky in hand “Let me guess you are in love with that poor, scumbag of a man, no, a boy who lived across town?” He paused, waiting for a response, he laughed when you didn’t give one, of course he was right, he always was. “You will NEVER have a life with him, you will live on the streets if you marry that boy!”

Tears were welling in your eyes “At least I will be loved!”

“He doesn’t even love you! Or he wouldn’t be out with a different girl every night, you do not think i know? You think because I am an old man I do not keep tabs on my only daughter?” He finished what was left of his whiskey, his eyes dark. When he was drunk he was always so malicious, you were waiting for another punch to the gut, not literally, now that was out of pocket, even for your Father nowadays “I see him y’know, around town, always out dancing with some pretty girl, a new one every week, never you though. You’re a Stark for christ sake, you have brains i know you do, so why don’t you fucking use them? He doesn’t love you! You WILL marry William's son and that's final!” your father grabbed his empty whisky glass throwing it directly at the wall beside your head just missing you, as it shattered beside you. You ran out of his study grabbing your clutch on the way out. As you were about to leave you heard your father shout “If you leave you never come back you hear, you ungrateful brat!”

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Wiping your tears away you started walking in the opposite direction of Bucky and Steve's apartment. Tears were already streaming down your bruising cheek, tonight was the worst your father ever hit you. He wasn’t always like that, honestly he wasn’t at all till you turned of age. It got especially worse when your older brother was starting to live up to your last name and while you were never expected to be anything more than someone's arm candy, your father held the standards of whomever you were to marry so high, and your taste was never good enough according to him. So the fights broke out almost weekly, you would go on the dates him and your mother would aet you up on but he would lose it on you when they never would go past a second or third date because well as the men would put it you were “rude” “off putting” “gorgeous but with a mouth on her” “Not wife material” and your Father started to have enough of it, he would scream, throw things, grip your wrists, or shoulders a little too tight and recently his ringed hand would find your cheek. You just couldn't understand why he didn't want you to marry for love, why he didn't want someone who loved you has your husband not just rich asshole who was marrying you for your looks, your families money or more importantly because of your last name, Stark

As you were walking away, not knowing where you were going because surely your father would still be up and you couldn’t deal with that right now. With him apologising, saying he was sorry but he had lost his temper, that it wouldn’t happen again, not like this. That you could talk about it more in the morning when things have calmed down, which you wouldn’t because he would come home from work and tell you all about someone at works son or brother whom were single and looking for a wife and you would smile, nod go on the dates and well it was a cycle you were over. This time was the last straw.

You decided to walk, you had no idea where to because well you had nowhere to go but it beat sitting around waiting for someone who might not show up at all. Maybe you were just being bitter because you knew Bucky and if he knew you were sitting on his front step, even if you were okay and nothing was wrong he’d be there in a heartbeat. But what your Father said to you was starting to itch, you tried not to scratch it but you couldn’t help it because even though you hated to admit it sometimes he was a genius.

You couldn’t help but wonder why he never tried to make a move, you gave him so many opportunities, and by all means you made it so obvious it's what you wanted and that it was okay to do so.

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Flashback

“Where's Steve?” You leaned slightly to the right to look behind Bucky for any sign of your best friend.

“He’s not feeling well, decided to sit this one out” Bucky shrugged his shoulder, his arm reaching out to grab your hand, intertwining it with yours.

You knew Steve was prone to getting sick, it happened a lot but each time it happened you still couldn’t help but feel bad Steve didn’t deserve all the shit he got put through “Maybe we should go get some of that soup he loves and we could go get …”

Bucky cut you off with his laugh, smiling lightly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. He knew your concern and care for Steve, always tending to his health and well-being. But, at the moment, Bucky had other plans in mind.

He leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and whispered in your ear. "You know, I was thinking. Since Steve's not here, maybe we can take advantage of the opportunity to have some fun just for ourselves."

When you got stiff and didn't reply he spoke again, a cheeky smile playing across his lips as he tried to persuade you to set aside your worries for Steve's well-being. "Listen, doll, Steve's a tough fella. I'm sure he'll manage just fine on his own.”

You sighed leaning into him, slightly bumping your shoulder with his “I guess you're right Buck, i just worry about him y'know. But it would be nice to spend time together, just us two, I don't remember the last time we did…”

He let go of your hand, throwing his arms up “Eureka!” He shouted “That's the spirit” He flung his arm around your shoulder

You laughed at his dramatica, swinging your arm around his waist “Okay Buck” You grinned looking up at him “So where to first?”

Bucky chuckled at your question, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He was glad you agreed to spend some time together without Steve. He wouldn’t tell you that maybe Steve being sick was a tiny fib. Steve himself told Bucky to tell you in hopes that some alone time with you would make Bucky finally tell you how he felt.

"Well, doll, the worlds at our fingertips. Maybe we could check out some of those fancy new technologies? Or we could just wander around and see where the night takes us."

You slightly rolled your eyes, you loved that Bucky was so into all the new technologies your big brother, Howard came up with but it was something you already knew like the back of your hand and you didn't want to waste your night alone with Bucky, the very few you got i might add, talking about how amazing your brother was, it was something you already heard enough about at home.

“Am I not good enough to take dancing like all your other dames?” You smirked “I don't remember the last time i went dancing Buck” A slight whine to your voice

He smiled looking down at you “Well sweetheart if we do that then i'll never be able to dance with any other girl again”

You laughed, you had been in love with Bucky for years and these little moments where he flirted with you filled your heart with such joy, made it grow two sizes too big but the despair always lingered in the pit of your stomach knowing he did the same with every other girl but they also got to kiss those beautiful lips, you shook the feeling away “Why's that you flirt?”

Bucky smiled fondly looking down at you “Because none of them could ever come even close to having you in my arms, i'll never be the same after twirling you around the dance floor, they don't compare doll, id never be able to find another dance partner good enough” He paused “So i'm afraid if i take you dancing tonight, you’ll be my only dance partner for the rest of my life, if that's okay with you”

“As sweet as that statement was, i can't see you ever only having one dance partner for the rest of your life, let alone little old me”

His brows furrowed, he hated when you belittle yourself “You being the only dance partner for the rest of my life would be my greatest accomplishment doll”

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All three of you knew, especially Steve how you and Bucky truly felt about each other but he never said anything because he knew just as well as you two did that you could never be together, your father simply wouldn't allow it, Bucky didn't come from money like you, therefore it wasnt allowed, so you both pushed those feelings as far down as possibly, Bucky handled his by smothering them in other women and you well swept it under the rug like your dearest mother had taught you, both your feelings for Bucky and your pain each time he got back from a date with another women.

“y/n?” A soft voice broke you out of your thoughts, you never realized how far you made it till you took in your surroundings, you were at some random park on the other side of town.

“Stevie? What are you doing here?” You sniffled trying your best to hide your face.

“Well y’know, the dame Bucky set me up with wasn’t interested so i left, Bucky told me to wait here but that was, i don't know how long ago” He scratched the back of his head

“Its 10:19pm if that helps” You offered a small smile. You could see the look on Steve's face when he registered that Bucky was late late “y/n, I-“

“Its fine Steve really, it was bound to happen at some point”

“So uh, where were you off to, this isn’t exactly your side of town, you should be careful”

“I should be careful huh? Who was the one who’s butt i saved last week” you slightly shoved his shoulder and giggled and that's when the smile was completely wiped off your face, Steve's face hardened and was laced with anger and concern, you dropped your face, he saw it, you knew he would eventually but you still felt ashamed and insecure “y/n?” Steve said softly and took a step towards you and you took a step back, Steve looked hurt but stopped moving “Did your Father do this to you? I thought you said he stopped?”

“He did, for a little while, things were okay” You shrugged “It's really nothing, I should get going”

“y/n!” Steve said again a little louder, he gently grabbed your arms to stop you from leaving. You froze when he touched you, and looked up at him. The light on the sidewalk was just enough to show him the full extent of the damage and it broke his heart to see you so defeated.

“Nothing?! You have a black eye and your cheek is swollen, your lip is split, that is not nothing!” Steve shouted and for someone so small his voice was loud and stern, it made you flinch, His face softened when he watched you “Y/n, i didn't mean to yell, but you can't go back”

A single tear rolled down your check “I have to, my marriage is already arranged and it's not like he's giving me a reason to —“ You were cut off by that voice, the voice of the man you were so desperately in love with the voice of the man you wanted to be with more than anything, you so desperately wanted to run into his arms and stay there forever, but they weren’t yours.

“Steve you will never believe the night I just had this dame she was something spec…” He froze when he noticed you, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness “Doll? What are you doing all the way out here?”

His smile turned into a frown when he got a good look at your face, it was obvious what had happened. Bucky slowly took a few steps closer to you, trying to make sure to give you plenty of space because he could tell that you were already on edge.

"Doll, who did this to you?" He asked gently, his eyes slowly roaming over the marks on your skin.

You tool a step back, flinching away from Bucky Your head hung low “I have to go” you said barely above a whisper

Bucky's frown deepened as he watched you take a few more steps back. He wanted to reach out and grab you, pull you into his arms, and never let you go, but he knew that would only make things worse.

"No, you don't" he said firmly, taking a step closer to you. "You aren't going back to your house”

The tears you just finished wiping clean were now streaming freshly down your face again “I have nowhere else to go Buck, I have no one else!” You sadly shouted

Bucky's heart ached when he saw the tears streaming down your face. He closed the distance between you in three large strides and pulled you tightly against him, his arms wrapping around you in a firm but gentle embrace.

"You have me, doll. You will always have me" he said as he gently stroked your hair, trying to soothe you

“Do i?” You whispered your bitter heartache coming to the surface as you pushed him away “Because it feels like every other girls in Brooklyn has you but me”

Bucky froze, his heart clenching at your words. He couldn't deny that he had been with other girls, no, he couldn't deny that every night, he had been out dancing and laughing with another dame on his arm. The look of pain on your face made him hate himself even more for his behaviour. "You do have me y/n, you gotta know that please, id leave them all behind for you."

You scoffed “Well you sure could have fooled me!”

Bucky's heart broke as you spoke. He knew he had messed up, he had gone out and had all these flings hoping that maybe one of these girls would make him forget just how in love with you he is. But they didn't, all it did was hurt you, the one person he never wanted to hurt, and he hated himself for it.

"Doll, please. I—" he cut himself off, he didn't know what to say that would be enough to undo the pain he had caused.

“Just forget it Buck” You wiped your last tear flinching when you grazed your cut from your fathers wedding ring.

You started to walk away before turning around, your voice breaking “Please don't follow me”

Bucky's heart dropped as you turned your back to him and started walking away. Every fibre of his being wanted to go after you, to pull you back into his arms and never let you go, but he knew that you needed space.

He stood there watching as you walked further and further away, his heart aching and his mind racing, he could barely find the words to speak as you told him to stay there. For once in his life Bucky was speechless, frozen.

[damianbugs]

i often include some obscure symbolism in my fics without any real desire to point them out but i was rereading an old piece of mine and remembered one i was rather proud of;

it's from YOU MUST KNOW LIFE TO KNOW DECAY. which is a canon-adjacent story about jason's experience with rain throughout his life. it spans over many years, starting from before his parent's death, to the present as red hood.

the rain itself is the massive metaphor and motif, obviously, but within that i snuck in some other key aspects to jason's character. the one i want to talk about it from the second section of the fic (unofficially dubbed "No!" and the period in time where jason was homeless):

in this scene jason's belongings have been dumped out of his bag into the rain over a misunderstanding, amongst these scarce objects are two things — an old book belonging to Willis Todd, and a photograph of Catherine Todd (the one jason has at his place when bruce comes to find him in Batman (1940) #408).

this photo always fascinated me and so i wanted to give it its own backstory. this moment however has two stories happening. a story of sacrifice for Willis, and the story of grief for Catherine.

the book willis used to love and jason remembers him reading often is the last remaining object the boy has to his father (because most of his belongings were left with his neighbour, and jason doesn't get those back until Batman (1940) #426).

unlike a picture or a letter, this book is a vessel between them, nothing about it actually is Willis' other than the memory attached to it. a nod to the fact that even in death, he had nothing other than the memory he left with his family.

catherine however has a picture, something that is entirely hers, but even that is all it is; her face. jason is young when his mother dies, and as he grows up, he'll soon forget the memories he made with her, but he'll never forget her face because of this last photo he has. her existence, prior to the disease and suffering and death, is forever immortalised for jason. she exists only before her death.

neither willis nor catherine are ghosts that follow jason. he mourns them and misses them deeply (and this grief is the entire catalyst for why he runs away in A Death in The Family) — but they don't come to him when he's doused with fear toxin or battling exhaustion. he doesn't see them when he closes his eyes. because they are not concepts he mourns.

they are a book, a photo, people he has lost forever. jason being a young carer, would have had to watch his mother slowly die to her disease, so he knows death in its raw forms. i have spoken before about how jason views love and loss, as being very literal and blunt understandings, and it's the same here.

so, we have a book and a photograph.

the book being destroyed by the rain is another nod to the modern characterisation of Willis Todd (in both canon and fanon). of the explicitly abusive and negligent father. how his character being "ruined" is usually to paint catherine as the weak and pitiful victim of circumstance and nothing more. neither of them have any true personality other than their surface level one's, which are often classist and ignorant.

on the other hand, willis' book being ruined but protecting the photograph of catherine underneath is to represent his story in jason's life. he was an absent idea because he was working to provide for them, jason didn't really know him outside of this story, and willis dies as a mere idea for his family.

it's not enough, however. willis dies, but it's still raining. catherine's photo may have been saved by some of the rain, but jason is still homeless and he will still have to endure it alone.

the second section of this fic is the saddest one to me, because while jason is the only todd present in this scene, there are three stories being told.

[soft-girl-musings]

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps - CHAPTER 2 (I've Got You Under My Skin)

Noir!Jake Lockley x WOC Lounge Singer!Reader

written in collaboration with + header by @mrs-lockley

chapter 1 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5

cross-posted to ao3

tags: late 1940s Noir AU, Reader is WOC coded but with no physical description besides being slightly taller than Jake while wearing heels, no use of Y/N

wc: 2,326

fic summary: Of all the gin joints in all the world, Jake Lockley walks into yours. Unfortunately for him, it's not quite the start of a beautiful friendship.

chapter summary: another night, another guest.

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The Paper Moon is open to all walks of life– every culture, creed, and color is welcome through the doors of your lounge. This is usually a happy truth, but these days you’ve been harboring a clockwork headache when that cab driver stops by.

He gives you the base courtesy of sticking to a schedule: around 7pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays, Jake will waltz in on the heels of James Wesley and whatever company he has in tow. Every Tuesday and Thursday, Jake sits at the same back table while Mr. Wesley conducts his business. And every Tuesday and Thursday, you play nice as you check in on your patrons. Including the cabbie.

“Another stellar set, Ms. Songbird,” he lilts as you give a courtesy nod, brushing past his table in the hopes of keeping things brief.

“Thank you, Mr. Lockley.” Your voice is tense as you breeze by. Jake Lockley, you’d learned from the wait staff: the legal name for the thorn in your side.

In all honesty, you wouldn’t mind his presence as much if he didn’t insist on making it known every evening. You had learned to expect him in the crowd whenever you’d hear a high-pitched whistle ringing above the applause each night. The sound grates at your resolve and forces you to plaster on your stage-ready smile a bit longer every time you make your rounds.

“Hey Songbird,” he calls out after you. “Have a drink with me?”

“A drink at my own bar? How inspired.” You press your lips into a firm line, the rest of your face broadcasting your disinterest to no avail. Every week he asks; every week you say no.

“Suit yourself,” he sighs, always backing down but never taking his eyes off you. It’s one thing to be watched onstage; it’s another to feel his gaze on the ground level. You feel a bit of relief every time you see him walk out with his client, tipping his hat to you at the end of each evening. His smile remains undeterred, no matter how cold a shoulder you offer.

It’d be damn near charming if you trusted it.

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Today’s not the day to let your guard down, the unmarked letter in your hand reminds you as you pace around the backstage corridor. It’s the third of its kind you’ve received this month. You worry your lip between your teeth as you pour over its contents, even though you know them by heart.

“To whom it may concern….” “...property acquisition…” “...would be in your best interest…” “...other businesses under our care …”

“‘Our care,’ that’s rich,” you mutter. “Remind me to stop opening the mail during business hours…”

“Uh, okay?” Mauricio agrees hesitantly as he rounds the corner. “Was wondering where our ‘fifteen-minutes-to-curtain’ call was, but I see you've been busy.”

“Oh good golly, is that really the time?” You fumble to put the letter back in its envelope. “Haven't even finished my makeup…” you trail off as you head to your dressing room, your drummer right behind you.

When you open the door, you see a small bundle of flowers sitting on your side table. Oh for crying out loud.

“How many times do I have to–” you're muttering to yourself again as you take the flowers in hand, moving swiftly across the room.

"What are you doing?" Mauricio sputters.

"If that man thinks he can weasel into my good graces with a few pretty flowers-" you huff as you drop the bouquet in a wastebasket. "–he's going to be sorely disappointed."

"Those were– those were mine." Mauricio admits softly.

You freeze, turning to him. "Really?"

He scoops up the bouquet. "I wanted to surprise you. Guess I should've left a note," he chuckles.

"Oh, Maurie, thank you." You rush over to bring him into a hug. Sometimes he's too sweet for his own good.

".... This is from Mr. Lockley." Mauricio breaks away to hold out a single white rose he'd been hiding behind his back.

You sigh. "He's a persistent son of a gun, isn't he?"

He nods, dimpled smile growing by the second. “I think he's swell, miss. The boys think so, too.”

You turn the rose over in your hand. “I want you to be careful around him, Maurie. We don't know what he's about.”

“I think he's made it pretty clear,” he laughs.

“Hm. Perhaps.” You raise an eyebrow. "And I suppose you both brought flowers because...?"

Mauricio brims with excitement, taking the rose back and bundling it with the bouquet he'd gifted. "Mr. Lockley sounded real set on gettin’ you something sweet," he starts. He puts the flowers in an empty vase on your vanity.

"I didn't mean to steal his thunder, but I like it when you smile." He wipes his hands on the front of his pants and his expression drops a bit. "You haven't been smilin’ as much these days, Ms. Songbird."

You busy yourself with the fallen petals at your feet. “I smile all the time, what do you mean?”

“I guess I'm saying… there's you onstage, then there's, I dunno, you -you. They smile differently, s'all.”

He's right, as much as you hate to admit it. You look over at the flowers. “Well, thanks for giving me a reason to smile for real, Maurie.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “My mind's a bit out of sorts tonight. So thank you.”

The youth's dark brown eyes fill with concern. “Anything we can help you with?”

You shake your head, moving back to your vanity. “Nothing to worry yourself over, darling. Just make sure the boys are set. We have a show to put on.” 

He nods and leaves your dressing room. As you apply your lipstick, your hand trembles.

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Wednesdays have become your favorite part of the week: the day you catch your breath between visits.

In the time before the first half of your set, you make your usual rounds to each table.  Eventually you work your way to the front of the seating area, where you see a familiar silhouette beside the stage. A pair of dark glasses are perched on his nose, which crinkles as he smiles at the sound of your footsteps.

“Mr. Murdock,” you greet him warmly, taking his extended hand. “Always a pleasure.”

“Hey, kid.” He squeezes your hand in response, still beaming up at you. Even in the dimmed lounge, Matt Murdock’s smile can light up a room. 

“Come off it,” you huff in mock annoyance. “Thanks for stopping by on such short notice.”

“It sounded urgent, of course I’d be here. Do you have all the paperwork together?”

You eye the empty seat next to him. “I have a whole file waiting for you backstage… I’m sorry, is Franklin not joining you this evening?”

“Not tonight, but I do have another guest coming. Is that drink still on the house for a new plus-one?”

“Any friend of Nelson & Murdock is a friend of mine.” You brush a few stray hairs from his forehead. “Is this a guest for business or pleasure?”

He laughs, waving your hand away. “I suppose that depends.”

“Well, as long as they’re a fan of good music, they’re welcome here anytime,” you hum as you straighten his collar. “I swear, Matty. It wouldn’t kill you to dress to impress.”

“You dote too much. I’ll catch up with you later.” You leave him to his drink, making a mental note to demand his dress shirts for a routine tailoring.

The dinner rush brings the usual crowd, and you eye your friend’s table every so often. The seat beside him is still empty. You wonder if Matt was just pulling your leg and wanted to keep both complimentary drinks for himself.

But you don’t have time to ponder that. Instead, you scribble a few notes down and pass them out to your bandmates.

“Ah gee, boss, changing the setlist again?” Your pianist whines, scanning your notes. He didn’t ask tonight, but last-minute song requests are a longstanding favor to Matt when he has a lady to impress (which is often). For the sake of his mysterious guest, you swapped in some softer, more romantic pieces.

“Jackie, don’t tell me you’re not up to the task?” You eye him sternly. “Half the gig is improv anyway, and these are all songs we’ve done before.”

Jackie’s budding protest is silenced by the bassist via an elbow to the ribs. Arguing with you is never worth it: a lesson everyone learns sooner or later. Some take longer than others. 

Rubbing his side, Jackie concedes. “Whatever you say, boss.”

You wink. “That’s a tune I like to hear.” Smiling sweetly, you lead the band's procession to the stage.

“Good evening,” you croon into the microphone, “and welcome to The Paper Moon. I’m Ms. Songbird, this fine-feathered crew beside me are The Jays– let’s have some fun tonight.” You flash a rehearsed smile so dazzling it can be seen from the farthest table in the lounge, and you scan the room with anticipation. The moments before a performance are so precious; even with a setlist, anything can happen the moment that first note is played. Every night, you revel in the possibility. 

A familiar two-toned whistle draws your gaze to Matt’s table right below the stage, where the seat beside him is no longer empty.

Hat resting on the table, chin propped in his hands, you find yourself staring down at the face of none other than that infuriating cab driver bearing a grin so wide you hope it splits his cheeks.

Fighting to keep your smile from turning into a grimace, your eyes snap back to the middle of the room. “This first song goes out to one of our favorite patrons… and his company,” you add, your voice betraying your restraint with a crack. You don’t look down, but you just know that damned cabbie is smiling even harder.

Despite the rocky start, you and your band pull together another unforgettable night of music. You perform with your eyes closed more than usual; you refuse to give Jake Lockley the satisfaction of serenading him with your best love songs.

Once the music portion of the night is through, all the frustration you’d pushed down swiftly rises to the surface as you watch them pal around right under your nose. You rush to the floor level to get this over with.

“What are you doing here?” you blurt out, glancing between Jake and Matt. Your friend’s eyebrows raise at the outburst.

“Last I checked, this is a free country. I’m allowed into most businesses.”

“No, I mean– it’s not Thursday. You come on Thursdays.”

“Why Ms. Songbird, I didn’t think you cared enough to keep tabs on me.” He leans his head on his hand and stares up at you. “Sorry I didn’t call ahead.”

You want so badly to snap back at him, but instead you look at Matt. “ This is who I changed our set list for?”

“In my defense, I never asked you to,” he grins.

“You didn’t tell me you were so familiar with our lovely hostess here, Murdock. Seems you have more pull with the house than you let on,” Jake muses in surprise.

“A privilege he’s bound to lose if he's not careful,” you say through gritted teeth. Like it or not, Jake is a guest. And you still have an image to uphold. “How’d you have the pleasure of running into this one, Matthew?”

He barely has time to respond before Jake's leaning in farther, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Oh, chin up, doll– can’t say I’m too surprised he’s a friend of yours. Always has a knack for finding the pretty ones, this guy.” He nudges Matt’s side, who’s far too quiet for your liking.

“I’m not sure what you’re implying,” you huff.

“‘Course, I keep him around for that brain of his, not so much the mug.”

“He's my lawyer,” you say in unison. What makes your brow furrows leads Jake to bark out a laugh, shaking Matt in his grip as he tugs him closer.

“What are the odds of that, eh Murdock?” He beams up at you. Your frown deepens. “He's helped me with the occasional run-in with the law.”

“Oh, so you're not just a smart-mouth but a criminal, to boot?” 

“Nothing but a few civil suits, doll. Got off clean every time.” He winks as you cross your arms, glaring at Matt.

“You have interesting taste in company, Mr. Murdock.” You turn on your heel and head backstage.

“No kidding,” Jake continues to laugh as you walk away. Once you're out of sight, his smile falters. “So when you said you had a friend in show business–”

“Yeah.”

“And when I told you about the dame I've been eyeing at this new lounge–”

“–I knew exactly who you were talking about.”

“So you've been letting me parade around like a putz this whole time? ” A smack upside the head earns Jake a kick to the shin beneath the table.

“That, my friend, was all you. I mean bravo, you were in rare form tonight.” That signature smile returns as Jake pushes a hand through his hair. “I should probably go smooth some feathers. Catch up with you in an hour?”

Jake downs the rest of his drink and stands when Matt does. “You know I love our little talks.” Casting a final glance towards the stage door, he adjusts his jacket and moves from the table.

Matt catches his elbow. “She’ll come around.” He almost sounds convinced of it himself.

“Yeah, well, we’ve got other fish to fry tonight. Promise I’ll save you the big ones.”

Shaking his head, Matt makes his way backstage. “I’m starting to think some of that vitriol isn’t unearned.”

They part ways– Matt heading backstage, Jake to the moonlit streets. 

Bigger fish to fry, indeed: all swimming in the Kingpin’s tank. 

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A/N: thank you to everyone who has expressed enthusiasm over this little passion project!! it's been so fun putting it together, and i'm looking forward to sharing more with you. expect to see more of our favorite lawyer in the future (we have fun here)

as always, thank you for reading <3

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[violetasteracademic]

Hey bestie, was just wondering when chapter two comes out 🙂‍↕️ been refreshing ur page once an hour for dayyyyyys. 💓

Hi my friend!! So funny you should ask, it will be ready to go up by early evening tonight! I will let you know as soon as it is posted! (I'm in US central time zone. So about 6-7 hours from now)

I'm so honored and delighted to have you reading the new fic 🥹 I don't like to share toooo much of my personal life on here because this fandom is sadly not always kind to artists and writers when it comes to the hostility of the ship wars, but I do want to give a heads up that A Court of Twisted Fate will not be coming out *quite* as fast as Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow. I blacked out and wrote almost 100k words of Golden Doe in a total disassociative bender in under a month and a half while I was in between homes, closing the final chapter of my old life after a long fought for divorce, and set aside my 10 year long business and career. I was in a weird little vortex and could easily get a chapter out every few days. I want to be honest with myself and all of you that I will not be able to match that pace right now without massively sacrificing on quality and thorough edits!

If I haven't said it enough, you guys truly have no idea what the response to Golden Doe meant to me. Writing that fic helped me survive a very difficult time. I had never written a fic before and didn't even have an ao3 account, I had to wait a few weeks to be allowed in. I had no idea anyone would read it, and sharing that story wound up being one of the most special and joyful times of my life, which seems impossible when I look back on what I was going through! I just... Thank you. I don't know what else to say. Thank you a million times, every day, forever.

I am starting life completely over in a new city and a 1940's bungalow that has had a few catastrophes since moving in 🫣 I'm hard at work job hunting in this nightmare economy and fixing up the urgent items in the house! So it's a different kind of busy filled with lots of fear and anxiety and mental exhaustion. Thus, I'm also trying to give myself lots of time to heal and recover. I'm hoping for a chapter once a week this round, but I might need some grace for up to two weeks!

This might be a good opportunity to answer some other questions I've gotten. Some have noticed the new rating is M instead of E. There WILL still be smut, but this is more of a dark and spooky old school style slow burn and very story forward. And while I hesitate to say the spice will be more vanilla, it is not as kink forward as Golden Doe! It will still be spicier and more detailed than what SJM would typically write (y'all she's tame in my book) but a different style. That being said, the piece is not finished. Sooooo.... 🦇 we'll see if kinky Azriel body snatches me again and demands that the spice be freakier and more frequent. In which case I'll update the rating.

Golden Doe started as an M rating and 15 planned chapters, and we all saw how that worked out!

I'm pushing myself to create a unique world and characters that are not just a carbon copy of Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow. Of course, it is still canon Elain and Azriel! But I'm focusing on different sides of them. I hope you all enjoy it just as much, but if it winds up not being your vibe, do know I have a few ideas bouncing around for Golden Doe continuations, additional Elriel fics, and my inbox is always open for ideas and prompts/requests!!

[cuubism]

has anyone asked you about deja vu...................... i am very Interested and Invested in this one..............................................

ohh yesss. I've made SO little progress on chapter 4, but it's a rare fic where I have basically the entire story planned out, so here's a scene from chapter six. featuring my favorite 1940s film cigarette motif, anachronistically slotted in there considering this takes place in the mid 1700s, but what can you do XD

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They fall together lazily, after, Dream leaning against Hob’s shoulder, Hob’s leg slung over his as they lean against the headboard. Dusk is falling, the room in shadows now as the sun has long since traversed over the roof. Dream studies the play of dim light over Hob’s shoulders, the softening of all his features in the shadows. The way their skin sticks together in the summer heat, almost too hot and tacky, and the way the faint breeze through the open window flutters the curtains and the long strands of Hob’s hair. He runs an indulgent hand over Hob’s chest, down over his stomach and across his thigh, reading it all anew like he hasn’t just had Hob all over him. He is beautiful to touch, Dream thinks, but to do so carves a little hole of melancholy in his heart. Each brush of skin is like an echo, a memory calling to him across time whose origin point is distant now. Concentric ripples on a still lake, the thrown stone long gone under the water, and its thrower, too. Hob’s found some cigarettes in the nightstand drawer, and slants a smile sideways at Dream as he sticks two of them in his mouth to light, and as Dream keeps touching him lightly. “Am I pleasing to you?” “Yes,” Dream says, honestly, and Hob chuckles. “Good.” He strikes a match, the flame flaring brightly in the dark, and lights both cigarettes. Meanwhile, Dream watches the movement of his hands. Hob takes one of the cigarettes from between his lips and holds it up to Dream, and Dream takes with his teeth, Hob’s eyes on him all the while. The tobacco is acrid on the back of his tongue when he lets himself taste it — which he does, because whatever Hob would give him directly from his own mouth, he will have. Hob lets out his own breath of smoke, the breeze catching it and whistling it further into the room before it can linger. “You don’t strike me as a heavy smoker.” “I am not,” Dream concedes. “And yet.” Hob drapes his free arm around Dream’s shoulders, stroking up and down Dream’s arm idly with his thumb. “Getting a taste for it?” “Perhaps.” “Perhaps,” Hob echoes. He tips his temple against Dream’s so they’re breathing the same air, the same smoke. “Careful. It can be habit-forming.” Dream takes another inhale of smoke into his nonexistent lungs. “I am aware.” “Hard to break,” Hob stresses, close enough now that his lips nearly brush Dream’s. “One would think it best not to start at all,” Dream says, as he takes another long breath in, and almost feels the tang of it in his chest like he were truly breathing the way Hob is. “Bit late for that,” Hob says, though he doesn’t sound horribly chagrined about it. He tilts his head to catch Dream’s eye, and smiles, that warm, confidential Hob smile, like everything spoken is a secret between them, and it makes Dream want to whisk him away to the Dreaming to keep him forever, or twist his form back into Eleanor so he can have his husband again, or simply drop the façade entirely and see if Hob could possibly love him like this as Dream. And he does none of these things.

[pynkhues]

hey i wanted to ask, do you have opinions or hcs on how knowledgeable is louis aabout BDSM? Do you think he read on subject or he just goes with a heart? How proper do you think his BDSM dynamic would potentially be? I mean, would it involve discussions, safe words, aftercare etc. Or would it be more on the spur of the moment?

It's just my brain was plagued by thoughts what would louis do if lestat accidentally sub dropped during scene. NGL I can't imagine louis handling it very gracefully (sorry, louis)

Also, ideas of louis experiencing domdrop are very delicious too. I doubt he actually feels guilt or shame for being dom, but domdrop would make him irrational. And lestat would be very alarmed and confused what's happening with louis.

Sorry for long ask😶 love your work!

Don't apologise, anon! It's actually been something I've been thinking about too, both as I've been writing this fic, but also just in general because I'm kind of fascinated about how the eras / times they live through both interact with and inform these parts of the their characters.

Because here's the thing: BDSM wasn't actually a term in the 1940s when Louis and Armand decided to explore it. That's not to say that people didn't engage in BDSM (there are plenty of examples of fetish artwork dating back thousands of years, and as I mentioned in this post, Marquis de Sade was writing in the 1700s prettty obscene and deplorable sado-masochistic work), but there really wasn't a shared language then in the way that we have now.

In fact, Louis and Armand entering that relationship in the 1940s in the aftermath of WWII almost feels pretty specific, given it was that post-WWII era that gave birth to the leather movement which in turn provided the soil for BDSM to grow into what we know it as today. The result is that that specific time period marked the shift of BDSM from a counterculture to a part of culture; however, it took a little longer to come back to Paris, which had a booming fetish industry in the pre-war period, but was traumatised from Nazi occupation and as a result wouldn't bounce back really until the sexual revolution in the 1960s.

Louis' hardly sexually naive given his past career as a pimp, but I do think it's worth noting that he became a Dom in a period where there wasn't the same degree of understanding there is now about the psychology of it all, nor a universal sense of what might be 'best practice', and he did it with someone he felt both a disconnect to and a resentment of (which 2.05 makes very clear), which - - y'know! Isn't the healthiest way to engage in that sort of dynamic at the best of times.

But in answering your questions more specifically - - do I think he read up on the topic? Yeah, a bit, but I think it'd be more likely he read older texts that probably....wouldn't be giving a healthy perspective on it by modern standards. Given his reading list in New Orleans featured books like Origin of the Species, Marriage in a Free Society and Madame Bovary - all books published in the 1800s despite it being between 1910 and 1940 - I do think he tends to lean towards older books that form part of cultural canons (it's the snob in him, haha). In which case I think he probably would've read some of Marquis de Sade's work (which, yikes) and probably Venus in Furs and The Romance of Lust.

Given most of the more classic modern BDSM books by today's standards were published really in the 60s and 70s, I kinda feel like Louis and Armand were probably too embedded into their dynamic to change it or be overly interested in reading about it? Which is all a round about way of saying that I don't think Louis would have great etiquette as a dom at all, no, haha, and I think he'd probably more just be getting a read of the situation and following his own instincts and perhaps Armand's too. I can see them buying things - the whips, floggers and cast iron dog bowl (the latter of which always gives me pause!) we can see in their bedroom, for instance - and leaving them out for each other to see as a means of discussion over, y'know, actual discussion.

I do wonder too in terms of the role Louis and Armand being able to read each other's minds plays too. If they can get a sense of what might get the other off that way which feels like its own type of discussion or consent (even if its not actually an articulated discussion or consent). It's interesting to contemplate what that might mean in terms of dom or sub drops like you said, and especially as a comparison point to it happening with Lestat and Louis who don't have the same capacity to know what's going on in the other's head.

I do think if Lestat and Louis were to explore that together, it would be in scenes as opposed to a lifestyle like it was with Armand and Louis though, which is a different dynamic in and of itself, and yes! Okay, your ask was long, but my reply has been way longer, haha, so I'll leave it there for now. It's a really interesting space to think about though.

[ailendolin]

Wounded - a Capvers fic (5/5)

Title: Wounded [AO3]

Characters: The Captain/Havers

Warnings: Spoilers for Series 5

Summary: 3 ways the Captain didn’t find out about Havers’s wound, 1 way he did, and 1 way he might have if life had been a little kinder to them both.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

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Wounded

Chapter 5: The Kiss

“Sir?”

The Captain banged his head on the window he was in the process of climbing through. He would know that voice anywhere, had imagined hearing it again for five long years. And yet it felt like a dream to him now.

With his heart racing, he slowly slid back to the ground and turned around.

“Lieutenant– No,” he corrected himself and cleared his throat. “Major Havers. Sir.”

Havers smiled at him, a little painfully. “Please, don’t. I know I’m above you in rank now but – you’ll always be my captain, sir.”

Warmth bloomed in the Captain’s chest and spread to down to his very fingertips and toes, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

“How about we forego ranks, then?” the Captain suggested. Bravely, he stepped forward and held out his hand. It was trembling slightly. “The war is over, after all. I’m James.”

He was relieved when Havers closed the gap between them and shook his hand.

“Anthony,” Havers said, his smile more genuine now.

For a moment, neither of them let go.

“It’s good to see you again,” the Captain said softly.

Havers’s eyes flickered over to the window behind him. “Is that why you were breaking into the house? Because you wanted to see me?”

“Well,” the Captain mumbled, a little embarrassed. “You didn’t reply to my last letter so when I heard about the celebrations here, I decided to take a chance.”

“I never got a letter,” Havers said softly. He looked down at his feet. “I told myself you probably didn’t want to stay in contact now that the war is over.”

Now that nothing connects us.

He turned his head away so the scar on the left side of his face was hidden from view.

Now that I look like this.

The Captain stepped closer to him. “Nothing could be further from the truth, Anthony.”

He allowed his eyes to roam over Havers’s face, allowed himself to take in the surprise in those gentle brown eyes he had missed so much and the scar marring that once perfect skin. The urge to reach out and trail his fingers over it in reverence was so strong that he was already raising his hand before he even knew what he was doing.

He stopped himself just in time.

“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly, his hand hovering in the air between them.

Havers swallowed hard. “Sometimes.”

Their eyes met and when Havers nodded, silently giving permission, the Captain finally breached the gap between and let his fingertips ghost over the scarred skin. It felt smooth to the touch; almost terrifyingly vulnerable. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry,” Havers whispered before he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. The Captain’s heart sped up. “It wasn’t life-threatening. Just … disfiguring. Disgusting.”

“No,” the Captain said softly, shaking his head. He waited until Havers had opened his eyes again before he said, very quietly, “Don’t say that. You were hurt – you’re still hurting. I can see it.”

They both knew he wasn’t talking about physical pain.

“I’m not the man who left in 1940,” Havers confessed, almost desperately – as if he was just as afraid of this delicate thing that had been blossoming between them since 1940 as the Captain was, and just as terrified of disappointment.

It gave the Captain the courage to say, “I never expected you to be. But if you’re worried about this–“  He cupped the left side of Havers’s face, gently, lovingly. “Then I can assure you that it doesn’t change anything. You are still as handsome as you ever were.”

It seemed to be the right thing to say for Havers let out a small, wounded sound and clutched at his hand like a man drowning at sea. He pressed it close to his ruined skin with a desperation the Captain felt in his very bones. “I never dared to dream–“

“I know,” the Captain whispered, leaning closer. “God, Anthony, I know.”

They looked at each other for a very long moment, hovering on the threshold of something neither of them dared to put into words just yet. Then Havers brought their foreheads together and everything around them fell silent. There were no birds singing their familiar songs, no breeze blowing across the lawn, no people talking behind the walls. There was just the feeling of coming home, of the war finally being over and peace returning to the world at last.

It was glorious.

“May I?” Havers asked shakily, glancing down at his lips.

Breathless, the Captain could only nod. When he felt the faintest, briefest, most delicate touch of lips upon his own, his heart began to beat so frantically in his chest he feared his ribs might not be able to contain it. Instinctively, he followed that wondrous touch when Havers pulled back, and their lips met again in the softest, truest declaration of love there could possibly be.

“James,” Havers breathed, full of wonder.

The shy smile that lit up his face was the most beautiful thing the Captain had ever seen.

[crookedherringcolorclod]

A Century Without You (TRIPLE A BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!)

A/N: I… I think this is the biggest fic I have ever created… But still, it’s so worth it. To everyone who stayed and listened to my stories, to my mutuals, thank you from the bottom of my heart. So please enjoy my fanfic! ✨✨✨

August 22, 1940

It was rowdier in the manor that day, even when the sun and its overwhelming August heat were now long gone and replaced with the warm breeze now that night has fallen. Groaning in irritation, Ayato kicks his feet up on the couch and scratches at his red locks. "Damn it, why is it still hot?" he complains, sweat still clinging to his back as he tries to soothe his dry throat. His eyes find the blond vampire with her back facing him, swinging a pair of shoes in her hand. "Oi, you! Yeah, you! Make takoyaki for Ore-sama! "Ayato yelled out, he can recall that two of those girls had the same hair color as Shu, yet even after those three were taken in by that Old Fart, he never bothered with their names and just stuck with whatever he called them in his head.

Well, if he can differentiate between the blond ones, that is.

The blond vampire turned her head to face Ayato."...What?" she asked, a mixture of confusion and annoyance lacing around her voice. "Oh! So, you finally came out of your room today, Shut-In? Make me takoyaki!" Ayato hooted, not moving an inch from the couch he lays on. Akemi could only narrow her eyes, clearly exasperated by his behavior. "What on earth would you think that I know how to make takoyaki? I don't even know what that takoyaki is."

Ayato clicked his tongue, annoyed at Akemi's avoidance. "Tch, then get Crazy Eyes to make me takoyaki! She's the one who can cook, right? Oi! Don't ignore me!" The red-headed vampire raises himself from the couch, making his way to follow Akemi. "Go away, Ayato." she hissed, her eyes finally glowing an intense shade of blue. "You don't get to boss me around, Shut In!" Ayato claimed, grabbing Akemi's wrist, "You better make it up to me for wasting my time, so give me your blood." Akemi glared at him in disbelief, "MY GODS, what's with you and why can't you take no for an answer?" Akemi shouted, already feeling her blood boil, literally.

"Haha! So that Four-Eyes was right all this time! Your blood can get hotter! It actually smells good from far away... You might as well be Ore-sama's!" Ayato laughed in wonder, tightening his grip around Akemi's wrist, making her yelp. Before Ayato could bring Akemi closer, a familiar voice rings in the hallways with no one to be seen. "Ore-sama this, Ore-sama that, you get on my nerves." Ayato clicks his tongue in annoyance, "Tch, always ruining my fun. Oi Subaru, I know that it's you! Come out!" Akemi’s eyes lit up at the sound of the youngest’s voice as she takes her chance to escape and run away from Ayato, much to his dismay.

Not getting a chance to grumble at his failed attempt on finding food, Subaru finally shows himself and pushes Ayato against the wall, “What the hell were you going to do to her?” he grunted, his knuckles growing white when he digs his hands into Ayato’s shoulders. “Heh, why do you care so much? That was none of your business!" Ayato snarked, baring his fangs against the younger vampire. The red-headed vampire grunted and pushed his younger brother off him, "Fine, whatever, you just had to ruin the mood. Go run after her for all I care." Ayato huffed in frustration, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he stomped away, leaving Subaru alone in the hallway.

"Tch, not again..." Subaru muttered under his breath after his eyes shifted to the painted wall, he pinned Ayato to, now covered in cracks from the impact caused by the youngest's strength. Yet the fact that Reiji will scold him about how that wall needs a new paint job didn't scare him as Subaru finally looked around and realize the blonde vampire he just rescued was nowhere in sight. "Shit... Shit! Where the fuck did she run off to?" he asked himself, starting to rush down the stairs to that one place where she would most likely go to find some sort of peace.

That place where laid his eyes on her for the first time.

From then on, he found himself running back to her, calling her again and again...

"AKEMI!"

"OI AKEMI!"

"AKEMI, WHERE ARE YOU?"

After minutes of running around the garden, calling out to Akemi, Subaru finally found her making her way into the forest behind the garden, jumping over the bushes and throwing her shoes behind. "The fuck are you going? Are you trying to get yourself hurt again? Hey!" the younger vampire yelled, grabbing the pair of shoes that were left behind and crossing over the rose bushes, his eyes not leaving her silhouette as branches snap under his leather boots. "Why are you following me too? I just want to go outside!" Akemi asked as she hopped onto a recently fallen log, putting her barefoot in front of the other like a balancing act. "What are you trying to do? You know you can't run away from here!" Subaru yelled, finally catching up to Akemi to reach out for her hand only for her to pull away from his grasp, causing her to almost fall off the log until she regained her balance.

Just as Subaru was about to scold her again, Akemi placed both her hands on his shoulder to support herself, the log giving her enough inches to tower him. "Relax, running away from good food and a soft bed is not a good idea to begin with." Akemi frowned, letting go of Subaru’s broad shoulder and pulling her long dress to her knees as she lands back on the grass. "I just want to go out, I remember there was a lake nearby and wanted to confirm. Let a girl explore." After having his question answered, Subaru only let out a huff, putting his hands in his pockets, "Fine, but don't blame me if you get hurt or anything. I won't carry you back." Akemi scratched her nose at him. "Yes, sure, could I have my shoes back? Or are you going to keep holding it?" she asked, noticing her shoes in Subaru's hands, he grunts and throws them back to her waiting for her to lace them up before they continued walking to the lake.

The pair stayed silent for the most part, aside from the younger's complaints and the blonde’s cool replies, the atmosphere around them felt calm and almost peaceful. Perhaps it's because they were far from the other brothers? It did not take long for Subaru to break the silence again, "Why did you leave now of all times? You barely left your room in the beginning." Akemi let out a hum, seemingly lost in thought as she picks up the stones off the ground. "Well... It's still summer here, right? What day is it today? August 22, right?" Subaru's brows furrowed. "What about it?" Akemi gave Subaru a small smile, a moment of silence filled the forest around them. Akemi tries to make the small stones in her fingers skip across the water to no avail.

"It's going to be our birthday in two days," said Akemi, those words tasted so sweet in her mouth.

Our birthday. Not mine. Ours.

Subaru could feel his undead heart drop to his stomach, the gears in his head finally understanding what Akemi meant "Ours? Y... You never told me..." Akemi just shrugged, seeming apathetic about her birth. "Both of my sisters were still being found, I didn't know if they were dead or not... It never felt right to celebrate without them too... so I never told any of you," she whispered, hugging her knees, and placing her chin on top, hiding her face from the youngest and he watched her intently.

The pair did not visit that subject again, even as they walked back to the manor.

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"Of course, I know about their birthdays, why are you telling me this of all times?" Reiji asked, sorting through the tubes in his lap. Subaru huffs as he gets up from the chair. “Hah? How?” Subaru asked, restraining himself from smacking the tubes away from Reiji’s hands. “The new one told me while I was tutoring her, Amaya,” Reiji recalled, her Japanese was still broken, still resorting to hand gestures to talk to him, a habit he will need to break as soon as possible. Before Subaru could talk again, Reiji intervened, "If you are so worried about the celebration, I have already prepared a list of what to do for the occasion" he explained carefully, pulling his gloves off as he makes his way to the sink, and starts washing his hands vigorously. 'How the fuck did he make preparations? We don't even have a week to pull this off.' Subaru thinks to himself, knowing he only found out about their birthdays just recently. “As much as this needs to be fully elaborated, we should put this conversation aside for now. We will discuss it later after we gather everyone, is that clear?” Reiji asked Subaru, watching the youngest who only crossed his arms. "... Fine," Subaru muttered as he slammed the door behind him.

Reiji pushes his glasses back up, his hands now dried, "Good grief... where to start?" he sighs, finally letting the triplets' birthday dawn on him, and realizing he may not know where to begin. He knew that the manor housed many mortal girls and very few had the chance to celebrate their birthday once, he even recalls the many times his father told him and his brothers to attend balls and parties in the Demon World to entertain vampire nobles and ladies for many occasions. Despite all of this, Reiji still wonders if the girls follow the customs of the Demon World or have long adapted to human customs. "Hmph, it seems this will be more difficult than it seems," Reiji confirms to himself, pulling a new pair of gloves over his hands as he makes his way downstairs. After all, a birthday party cannot be planned by itself.

"So, I have gathered you all today for important news." Reiji starts, already eyeing his good-for-nothing brothers who seemed distracted except for Subaru who seemed the most interested, which surprised him. "Tch, what is it now? Is there a new bride coming or something?" Ayato asks, leaning against the chair, already feeling impatient. "It must be, I won't forgive you if you're lying to me and Teddy." Kanato cried, hugging his stuffed bear closer as Laito let out a laugh. "Aw, come on everyone, it's Reiji we're talking about, it must be suuuper serious, right? ~" Instead of snapping at his brothers, Subaru remained quiet until he couldn't help it. "It's Akemi's birthday next week..." Subaru explained before Reiji could announce the news, causing everyone's eyes to be on him at the sudden revelation, the youngest feels his face grow hot. "I…It's also Asa's and Amaya's... they're triplets like you three..." Subaru added, turning his face away from his brothers.

“Hah? Them? Triplets like us? Impossible!!” Ayato exclaimed, slamming his hands on the coffee table. On the couch, the eldest Sakamaki sighs, combing through his blonde locks, “It’s not impossible, triplets are just rarer than twins. Honesty, you can’t seem to understand something so simple.” Shu muttered, annoyed at the sudden outburst. Feeling a migraine coming, Reiji inches between in brow in hopes of alleviating the pain, “Yes, as you all know thanks to Subaru, Asa, Akemi, and Amaya are triplets, and their birthday is coming next week. Hence why I had to exclude them, for now, to inform you beforehand.” He elaborated.

Laito perks up at the news while a shadow looms over Kanato’s face as he tightens his hold on Teddy, “Ehhh~ Now this is interesting news after all! Three pretty ladies sharing the same birthday~” he exclaimed, clapping his hands in delight. “Oi, don’t think about anything funny, you pervert!” Subaru snapped, his fist colliding against the wall. “Now calm down, Subaru, I know how much you love playing The White Knight when you’re with lil Pretty Akemi, but I thought that we as brothers could make their first birthday here more special by making this a surprise? Fufu~” Laito chucked, not missing a beat, and catching the youngest's attention with his idea. "... I suppose that we can follow Laito's idea for the triplets' first birthday together." Reiji hums in approval as he adjusts his glasses, "So for our itinerary, we will follow human customs for their birthday, which means we will need to prepare decorations, cake, and their gifts. Does anyone have any ideas on where to host the event?" Reiji asks his brothers.

"I will not allow them to go to my doll room!!" Kanato yells as his grip on Teddy tightens. "THAT WOMAN HAS THE NERVE TO BOSS ME AROUND AND DOES WHATEVER SHE PLEASES YET FATHER DID NOT PUNISH HER ONCE." he wailed, fat tears rolling down his round cheeks. Now awake from Kanato's tantrums, the eldest sits up from the couch, "How bothersome... just host it in the garden or something. They would like flowers, won't they?" Shu sighs as he rubs his ears. "No way! The food will get cold and blown away and shit! Let's just do it in the dining area, Ore-sama will show them the wonders of Takoyaki!" Ayato protested. Subaru can feel his jaw tighten as he clenches his teeth, "Shut up! That's just something you want to eat! Stop acting like it's your birthday." he snaps, stomping towards the red-headed vampire.

Before Ayato could snap back, Reiji claps his hands together "Settle down everyone, we must make the most out of the ample time we have before the occasion." Subaru let out a huff in frustration but let himself back down... for now. "Okay then, so here's the plan as of now, I will handle the decorations in the dining room, Kanato, and Ayato, I will give you a list of ingredients of what to buy during the weekend as well as instructions on how to prepare them. I will handle the decorations and tableware in the dining room. As for the rest... I suppose you can gain insight on what kinds of gifts to give them." Reiji suggests, his eyes glaring daggers at the eldest who somehow found sleep again, "And Shu, you better help on your part, these girls are not just any vampires picked off the streets, they are our cousins from our mother's side, taken in by Father himself. So do us a favor and stop being a good-for-nothing starting now." Awaken once more, the looks over at his younger brother, still unphased by his endless disdain towards him.

"It can't be helped, can't it... Pwahhh, what a pain..."

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August 23, 1940, 7:00 PM

When Reiji calls everyone down for dinner, Amaya darts her eyes around the table, looking over at the brothers’ expressions. ‘Despite everyone behaving the same as usual, the air around them seemed to have changed’ she ponders over the thought as she munches on her fish. Unable to contain her curiosity, she reaches towards her eldest sister, “Alice- I mean… Asa, do you think the brothers are acting weird?” Amaya asks in Romanian as she tugs at her sleeve. “They’re an odd bunch, but I’m not sure I’m following your train of thought,” Asa replies, also in Romanian, looking over at Ayato who was poking his food around, clearly not feeling an appetite over the tuna on his plate. Amaya’s brows furrowed, “Are you sure? They- “

“Miss Amaya, it is impolite to talk while others are still eating.” Reiji cuts Amaya off as he places his cup down on the saucer, causing Amaya to jump up from her seat, “Also, might I remind you we are residing in Japan, do try and speak Japanese outside our lessons. No one else will speak in Romanian to you.” he adds before going back to eating. “Okay…” Amaya mutters as she grabs her fork, staring over at the sausages far from her grasp. The black-haired vampire stretches her neck forward, noticing the sausages were in Shu’s direction. “Shu… Shu…” Amaya called out, her voice loud enough to make the sleeping vampire stir in his sleep.

Eventually, after Amaya's insistent calls, the eldest opened his eyes, "Mmn, what is it?" he asks, "The sausage..." Amaya whispers, pointing at the platter near him.  The blonde's brows furrow in confusion, still not fully awake, "Cârnat... you want the carrots?" Shu mutters groggily, pushing the plate of vegetables towards Amaya who only looked at the plate in shock and confusion. "No no no, sausage..." she asks once more, only for her pleas to fall short, "Here, get what you want." Shu yawned, already closing his eyes once more to drift off to sleep leaving Amaya pouting at her dilemma.

The predicament did not go unnoticed, “It’s the sausage, right?” Akemi asks her younger sister sitting across from her, Amaya nods aggressively at her sister’s question. Akemi furrowed her brow at the vampire sitting next to her, his auburn hair already setting her off as she taps at his shoulder, “Laito… the sausages please…” she grimaced as she watches a smirk stretch across Laito’s face, “Oh~ Mademoiselle, I thought you never ask, here you go~“Laito purrs as he drags the platter to her direction, Akemi forces  herself to smile, “Thank you.” She grumbles as she gets hold of the plate, tempted to tear Laito’s bony fingers off her hand as he attempts to intertwine their fingers together.

Akemi takes a deep breath, trying to alleviate her anger, “Amaya, here, get what you want.” She sighs, letting herself smile for a moment to see her sister’s happy face, still somehow in disbelief that it’s been months since Amaya arrived, that she’s still sitting across her, alive. Asa shoots a worried glance, Akemi can already hear her sister trying to say, ‘Are you okay?’ from her frown as she waves her off, plastering a bigger smile to lift her eldest sister’s worries. “Maybe later? After we’re done eating?” Akemi whispers, Asa gives her another glance before she nods, and goes back to eating, leaving the clinking of utensils to fill the silence.

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“You will not sit next to Laito under any circumstances. Ever. Again.” Asa declares as she paces around, the clacking of her heeled boots echoes in Akemi’s bedroom. “… It wasn’t as bad as last time. It’s getting a bit better.” Akemi sighs, holding Amaya close in her arms as they sit at the foot of the bed, watching them both, painfully oblivious to what her older sisters were discussing.  Asa stops in her tracks to face Akemi, "Absolutely not, I will ask Reiji about the seating assignments and make sure none of us are too close to the triplets." she refutes, finally letting herself sit on an armchair, "Oh... Why must this happen? I know me and Kanato don't see eye to eye but then I hear what Ayato and Laito did to you, and it was only today? To think you spend five years like this and I wasn't around-" Akemi frowns at her eldest' sister, not wanting to meet her eyes, "Okay, okay, we will address this to Reiji another time, he's been busy lately." Akemi concedes as she lets Amaya leave her grasp, letting herself make herself at home in Akemi's bed. "Do you think they're planning to do something cool for our birthday? It’s tomorrow now." Amaya asks her sisters in Romanian as she rolls around in bed.

Akemi's eyes widen at Amaya's question, "I'm not exactly sure if they're even planning for our birthday in the first place." she ponders to herself, making sure Amaya doesn't fall off her bed from rolling around. "Besides, even if they're preparing to celebrate, I would rather do the cooking. I can't imagine them in the kitchen at all, they might as well blow up the entire everything inside to pieces." Asa adds, shaking her head at the thought of even Ayato in the kitchen, that alone seems impossible. "Hmm, I guess we can plan our birthday? Should we? It's been too long." Amaya asks her sisters again, the determined look in her eyes did not escape her sisters' eyes.

Asa gave her a smile in return, "I suppose so? Well, we will only need a cake, won't we?" she questioned as she gets up from the armchair to sit beside her sisters. "Is there any flavor you both want for tomorrow?"

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August 24, 1940, 4:00PM

“Would you lot behave for once? Is it so hard to mix both dry and wet ingredients?” Reiji exclaims, beholding a horrifying sight. The once spotless kitchen was now covered in a mixture of batter, flour, and broken eggs. “I ain’t doing this on purpose, ya know! Oi! Kanato put that damn bear down for fucks sake!” Ayato hollered at the purple-haired vampire who only glared at him, “Shut up! You don’t get to boss me around! You’re going to soil Teddy’s vest.” Kanato snapped, almost tearing Teddy’s head off from the commotion. “Oi! What the hell is going on there?!” The youngest shouts as he makes his way into the kitchen, holding several gift boxes in his hands towering over his head, “Uwah, what a mess, take the rest of the gifts, Subaru-kun, place the gifts somewhere safe. I feel like this cake is almost beyond saving.” Laito exclaims, tossing the bags in his arms in Subaru’s direction.

“Ahh?! The fuck do you think you’re doing?! Laito, come back here!!” Subaru shouted to no avail as Laito makes his way to the kitchen, not listening to the youngest. Left with no choice, Subaru slowly makes his way to the dining hall and lets out a breath of relief as he plops all the gifts down on the dining table. “Che, those assholes… making me carry all this… Shit, is ‘that gift’ okay?” he frantically sorts through the gifts, trying to remember which gift belongs to whom until he found a small box that he remembers picking while he and Laito looked around. “Phew… it didn’t break…” Subaru sighs in relief, as he opens the small box, tracing his fingers at its contents. “… Pwaah, you’re not planning on proposing to that girl this soon, are you?” Shu asks, lying down on the floor as he catches the youngest off guard. “H… Haah?!! No! W… What are you talking about??!!” Subaru stuttered out, shoving the box down into his pocket, far from sight.

“I’m just saying, if it wasn’t your temper, that may be the thing that scares her off… Haah... I’m tired.” Shu yawns, turning to his side as Subaru stacks the gifts around the eldest, hiding him from plain sight. “Just shut up! What I’ll give her later is none. Of. Your. Business.” Subaru grunted between his gritted teeth, trying to exercise caution as he places the bags and boxes on a table next to the sleeping vampire. Just as Subaru finishes sorting through the gifts, loud blasts ring from the kitchen.

“Uwah… This is more hopeless than I thought.” Laito huffed as he inspected the oven, which had been charred black alongside what should have been a cake. “Well, I guess we still have one more shot at making this cake, don’t we, Ayato-kun? ~” Laito asks, looking over his shoulder, “Oi Kanato, what are you trying to put in the damn batter? This is our last chance to make this cake work!” Ayato yelled, grabbing Kanato by the shoulder to reveal a bottle held close to his chest. Reiji snatches the bottle from Kanato’s grasp to inspect it, “…! I’ve been searching for this for the past few days… Kanato, were you trying to poison the cake?” Reiji interrogates the petite vampire who just glared at him, his nails clawing at the stuffed bear, ripping it open. “SHUT UP, SHE DESERVES EVERY SINGLE DROP OF IT, I’LL FORCE IT DOWN HER THROAT!!” Kanato wailed, his flailing arms pushing the bowls and utensils down to the ground only to stop midway with a crazed look in his eyes. “Fufu, I’ve talked it out with Teddy, We’ve already decided to kill her, and you can’t change our minds.” Kanato giggled hysterically, unaware of the stuffing falling from the stuffed bear, soaking up the fallen egg yolks.

“Kanato, cease what you’re doing at once! Father has instructed us not to kill them!” Reiji fumes, heat rising to his temples as he tries to stop the purple-haired vampire’s tantrums, “Ayato, bring your brother to his room to calm down, I’ll take over from here.” he instructed as he grabs a rag to wipe the counter. Ayato clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Tch, Oi, hysteric, quit crying already and take a shower, you reek of eggs!” he ordered, hoisting Kanato over his shoulder as he makes his way up the stairs, Leaving Laito and Subaru in the ruined kitchen. “Good grief… How are you three able to destroy this kitchen more than you’ve already done?” Reiji shuddered, pushing his glasses back to his face, debating whether he should lay his eyes on the mess again.

“Well, it appears I’ll have to handle the rest of this by myself. Laito, go upstairs and clean up. Most importantly, make sure none of the girls ever come down until everything is ready. They should not see anything- “Before Reiji could finish, he suddenly held his tongue once his eyes darted to the door, revealing the blonde vampire looking over at the state of the kitchen with a frown on her face. “Reiji, what’s the meaning of this?” Asa asks as her brows furrowed, trying to comprehend the situation at hand. “T… This is none of your concern, besides, what are you doing in the kitchen so suddenly?” Reiji chastised, attempting to deflect the question Asa gave him, “That’s right, Asa-chan~ You looked rather fatigued today, do you not? Let Reiji take care of this mess while I escort you back upstairs! ~” Laito suggested, while he grabs at Asa’s shoulders, forcing the blonde vampire out of the kitchen.

Taken aback, Asa struggles in Laito’s hold, causing his fingers to dig deeper into her shoulders. “Laito, let go of me, I’m clearly fine.” she demanded, turning her head to face the vampire behind her, “Aw, Miss Asa, can’t I show concern towards you? It would be a shame if you didn’t spend time with your sisters as much as you want, won’t it?” Laito laughs, ignoring the blonde vampire who only glared daggers at him. “That is none of your concern, I went to the kitchen to- “ Just as Asa was about to finish explaining, Laito quickly pushed her into Akemi’s room. “Yes, I’m sure you have your plans, but the kitchen is currently occupied at the moment, I’ll see all of you later at the dining hall, don’t leave the room till we say so, Bye now~!” Laito exclaimed cheerfully, slamming the door behind him.

Akemi jumps from her bed in shock at the sudden noise, “Wha… Just what’s going on down there?” she asks, clearly shaken from the noise. Frustrated, Asa drags her hand down her face, already feeling the pressure in her temples, “If I’m being honest right now, I’m loathing the fact that I was right about the kitchen blowing up.” She sighs, plopping herself on Akemi’s bed only to hear a yelp of pain coming from an unusual lump under the rose-patterned bedsheets. Taken aback, Akemi crawls towards the lump, pulling the bedsheets back to see Amaya rubbing her head in pain. “Amaya?! When did you get here?!” Akemi exclaimed, inspecting the youngest head for injuries. “Sorry… I just… I don’t want to be alone right now… It’s too loud.” Amaya whimpered, laying her head down back on the bed, “Shh, it’s okay… It’s not your fault.” Asa cooed, patting the youngest’s head.

“Both of you, I’m truly sorry… If I haven’t been so caught up with… everything. Maybe we would have at least had a candle to blow out.” Asa apologizes, looking down at her sisters with a melancholic look in her eyes. “Whatever disaster going on downstairs is not your fault.” Akemi protested as she grabbed Asa by the shoulders, “It doesn’t matter, we’re finally together after… who knows how long…” Akemi whimpered, trying to hide her grief, “If it helps… I’m sorry it took so long for me to get here… I truly owe it to that man for finding me.” Amaya apologizes, shuffling closer to wedge herself between her sisters.

Just before anyone could speak again, three precise knocks came from the door, “Akemi? Are you in there? Are your sisters with you right now? It’s Reiji.” Confused, Akemi lifted herself off the bed and made her way to the door, revealing Reiji, who looked more gaunt than usual. “Good gods… what on earth happened to you?” Akemi gasps, inspecting the plum-haired vampire only to be pushed back slightly, “That is not important right now. Do dress up in your best and take this with you.” Reiji ordered as he handed Akemi small but intricately decorated box. “Wait… what-“ Akemi stuttered and before she could call out to Reiji, he already left.

Curiouser than ever, Amaya perked up and made her way to inspect the box, Marveling in its intense red color. “Oh? What do you think is inside? Can we open it?” she asks, her fingers snatching the smaller box and cradling it in her hands before opening its contents. “Let’s see… ‘Please come down to the dining hall in your best.’ Asa reads, looking over at her sisters. Squealing in glee, Amaya clasps Akemi’s hand, “I knew it, there is a birthday party for us! Akemi, help me pick what to wear!” Akemi shakes her head, trying to hide her smile caused by her youngest sister’s infectious happiness.

“Okay…Okay, let’s go and get dressed.”

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August 24, 1940, 6:00 PM

“I can smell something sweet coming from downstairs!” Amaya exclaimed as she made her way down the stairs, “Slow down, Amaya, you’ll trip on your skirt.” Asa called out, pulling her long gloves over her arms while Akemi attempted to smoothen out any wrinkles on her evening gown. ‘It can’t be… there’s no way that they could pull something like this in less than a week…’ Akemi ponders as she makes her way to the dining hall, only to be met with the once-dark dining room now flooded with bright lights from the flick of a switch.

“Happy birthday, Asa-chan! Akemi-chan! Amaya-chan! We prepared all this just for the three of you!” Laito exclaimed, his arms spread wide, revealing the room decorated with several balloons scattered across the floor, The tables now have different kinds of food on display as well as a large strawberry cake, surrounded by gifts in different sizes. “Took you three long enough, does that mean we can dig into the Takoyaki, right?” Ayato grumbled, looking over at the plates. "That’s right, I too am sick of waiting, we can finally have the opportunity to eat some sweets. Don't you think, Teddy?" Kanato cooed, now cradling Teddy who is now stitched back together.

Amaya looked over her shoulder to meet her sisters’ gaze, trying to contain her excitement, “See??! I told you so! Isn’t this the best thing ever?” she squealed as she tugged Asa’s hand, pointing at the decorated room with so much wonder in her eyes. “… I… so that explains the fiasco in the kitchen. You let your brothers handle the cooking? It caused so much of a racket.” Asa hummed in thought, looking over at Reiji. “Well, we had to split up the tasks to prepare for this occasion as best as you can with only two days. If it concerns you, I did end up cooking most of the food in the end. Well then, you three, take your respective seats next to each other.” Reiji explains as he adjusts his glasses again, his eyes looking over Amaya and Asa take their seats, leaving the chair between them empty. “Akemi, what’s wrong? Over here!” Amaya waved at her sister who stood still with her lips parted in surprise.

“Hmm? She seems to be frozen in place. Oiii~ Akemi-chan? Earth to Akemi-chan~” Laito chimed, waving his hands in front of Akemi, only to be taken aback by the tears trickling down her face. “O… Oi, why are you crying? Akemi?” Subaru stammered as he made his way towards her and reached out to hold her gloved hand, squeezing it in hopes of bringing her comfort. “Haah… You better sit down first. Otherwise, this party won’t start. Shu sighs as he watches Subaru help Akemi take a seat between her sisters. “… Are you alright? Is there something on your mind?” Asa questions as she hands her sister a handkerchief that Akemi takes while Amaya watches her, keeping quiet. “Ah… I thought I’d never be able to celebrate like this after all this time… It was so hard for me to even mention it.” She sobs, clenching the handkerchief in her hands as more tears run down her face.

Subaru looks over at the weeping vampire, after letting himself think, he eventually turns Akemi’s chair to face him, kneeling to her level in hopes of seeing her face. “… Don’t be so glum, they’re here now, aren’t they?” he asks, his eyes not leaving Akemi’s as she stares at him in disbelief, “You don’t need to be swayed by these unnecessary thoughts anymore… I… Your sisters can keep you company now.” Subaru corrects himself, gripping the edges of Akemi’s seat, feeling more at peace once her tears have ceased. “Oh, Subaru…I…” Akemi murmurs, trembling slightly at the gesture as she reaches for his face.

“Besides, I wanted to give this to you. Happy birthday.” Subaru huffs as he pulls a small box out of his pocket and places it in Akemi’s hands, piquing her curiosity. “… Ah? What are you trying to pull off? Are you trying to tie the knot with her or something?” Ayato prods, “Oooh~ that reminds me, it was me and Subaru who thought about what to give you girls on your birthday, He was so secretive about what he wanted to give you, nfu~” Laito exclaimed, causing Amaya to perk up and look over at Akemi, “Oh… Oh! What’s going on??! Akemi, what’s going on between you and Subaru??” Amaya interrogated as she jumped from her seat, eager for an answer.

Subaru feels his face getting hot as red paints his cheeks “Sh… Shut up! It’s not like that! Quit it, both of you!” he yells, causing Shu to chuckle at the youngest “Sure, it’s definitely not like what everyone is imagining.” Shu smirks. “Hah! No wonder you’re clingy with her. Can’t blame you though, she’s really easy on the eyes. “ Ayato snarks, causing Subaru to glare at him as Akemi opens her gift. “Oh… this is…” Akemi gasps as she pulls a small tin case from the box, opening it to reveal rouge with a dusty-pink hue. “I didn’t know what color you wanted, so I just picked whatever… You can just throw it out if you want-” Subaru mutters until he is shocked as warm hands cupped his face. “No, I love it. I love it so much! Thank you! Thank you so much!” Akemi cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting Subaru stroke her hair.

“Wait…Does that mean I also have gifts?” Amaya asks, looking over at the pile of gifts keenly”, Reiji places a hand on her shoulder, “Not yet, we will open the gifts after we have eaten. Come everyone, the food will get cold at this rate.” He ordered, causing a wave of excitement amongst the hungry vampires. “About time! Oi, you three, you better try some of the Takoyaki made by Ore-sama!” Ayato claimed, shoving Takoyaki onto Asa’s plate. “Ah, how thoughtful of you.” Asa thanked him as she inspected the pile of takoyakis on her plate before distributing the bigger ones between her sisters “Here, try this.” Asa smiles. “It looks tasty.” Amaya squeals, Akemi nodding along to her sister’s statement. “Huh? What did she just say?” Ayato squints, at Amaya, suspicious about what she just said. “She said it looks tasty.” Asa replied as she patted Ayato’s shoulder “Of course, I helped in the kitchen after all!” Ayato boasts, a grin plastered on his face.

“Why can’t we cut the cake already? I’m sick of waiting, aren’t you too, Teddy?” Kanato whines, looking over at the strawberry cake. “It does look pretty, doesn’t it?” Akemi chimed, causing the petite vampire to look at her, “Do you like strawberries, Akemi-san?” he asked, “Strawberries are my favorite, raspberry is nice too.“ Akemi replies, Kanato smiles at the answers, “Fufu~ Of course that’s the right answer. Right, Teddy?” he asks, holding the now-mended Teddy close. “Che, save it for later. Eat first.” Subaru grunts, his words heavily contrast with when he tucks a blonde lock behind Akemi’s ear.

“Before we eat, I would like to make a toast” Reiji declared as he raised a glass of champagne, “I would like to this glass to my cousins, Asa, Akemi, and our new addition, Amaya. Despite all the hardships you may have faced during your years apart.” A pause filled the room as Reiji noticed that Shu was fast asleep in his chair. Giggles filled the room as Reiji made his way to shake Shu awake, causing him to stand up and pull a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. “Pwaah…Now we celebrate not only your birth but the first year you are now together after so long. Cheers to the three of you.” Shu declared, raising his glass high up before taking a sip.

Smiling amongst themselves, Asa, Akemi, and Amaya raise their glasses with their new family.

“Cheers!”

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - April 2nd

It’s been a quiet reading week for me, but I reread a favorite fic which was nice. Give a look see to all of this week’s stories and be sure to leave a comment/kudos for your author. 

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given you a number, taken away your name by janonny 

As Tony behaves more erratically, S.H.I.E.L.D. sends in Steve as an undercover agent in S.I. to be Natasha’s back-up. Except Steve is really, really not cut out for this undercover business.

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Before the lift’s doors closed, Stark suddenly grinned and said, “Call me Tony. Have a better rest of the day, big guy.”

Awkwardly, Steve lifted his free hand and waved as the doors slid shut between them.

What...what was he doing? Why was he waving? Steve hurriedly put his hand down and turned around sharply.

Second Opinion by Annie D (scaramouche)

Written for an anon on tumblr, who requested "short domesticity fic where you can tell that Steve and Tony have been together for THAT long".

I kinda failed at at the domesticity portion, but this Steve and Tony are very, VERY together.

Dreamboat to the rescue by shetlandowl 

When the last single person in Tony's close friend-group finds her special someone, said person makes it her personal mission to make sure Tony doesn't die alone. Getting her off his case will take a miracle, so Tony tries to fabricate one. It doesn't go according to plan.

The Stolen Shirt by RiotFalling 

Tony steals Steve’s shirt. It has an effect.

Ripple Effect by sabrecmc

After the events of Infinity War, Steve is sent back in time on a desperate mission to find the Tesseract. Instead, he meets up with 21-year old Tony, still reeling from his parents' deaths. Who, naturally, tries to climb Steve like a tree. Somehow, this fixes everything.

Fuse is Fireside by GotTheSilver

if Tony lived post Endgame au.

Because, here’s the thing, he loves Pepper. He does. He’s not so much of an asshole that he’d marry her if he didn’t.

But Steve.

Steve is like gravity. Always has been.

We're Dating by Whothefuckyduckyisbucky

Tony thinks they're dating. They totally are. Someone should tell Steve.

Set after The avengers movie. In the 1940's male friendships were a lot more affectionate, so Steve doesn't always get that the affection Tony shows him isn't platonic.

of dreams, ice and scales by janonny

Tony is Iron Man. He’s also a dragon who has learned that you can’t keep everything you love.

Steve is Captain America. He’s also a knight who falls into deep sleep for decades and wakes to a different world.

Together, they rescue each other.

-

At nine, Tony trembles when Maria comes to him and says with hushed urgency, “Never give your scales to anyone. You’ll only regret it.”

At sixteen, Steve trembles when they lower Sarah into a hole in the ground. 

A Moment In History by itsallAvengers 

Everything was going fine until Tony Stark from ten years in the past landed on his ass in their kitchen.

Present-day Tony supposes this is just another Sunday Morning.

The Goddamn Suit by orphan_account

Steve is attracted to Tony's suits. Tony finds out that the Captain is a slut.

Ride by FestiveFerret

“Oh god,” Steve’s hips jerked in their confines. His cock was so hard it hurt, his jaw ached in the best possible way, and it was all too much. “Tony, please.”

For A Good Time Call by BeenAsleepFor70Years

Steve explores his sexuality by trying out a phone sex service. He may just leave the situation crushing on the guy at the other end of the phone. He already had feelings for his teammate Iron Man, now a new crush gets thrown into the mix. What ever shall he do?

couldn't whisper (when you needed it shouted) by only_more_love 

Steve still can't let go of that damned flip phone. (Really, he can't let go of Tony.)

i want the green grass and the tomato plants by Anonymous

When Tony arrives to Stardew Valley, he spends the first five minutes staring.

(Or, a Stardew Valley AU. Tony rebuilds a farm and owns chickens. Steve paints.)

[the-winter-spider]

The View Between Villages: Part Five

Word Count: 3.4k

Pairings: Bucky x reader, TASM!Peter x reader

A/N: i’m too lazy to keep linking all of the parts so I’ll be making a master post for this fic!!

Masterlist

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2024

You sat in the same spot you’d been in since you got home from what you thought was your first real date with Bucky since the 1940s—but you were so wrong.

You weren’t mad at him. You could never be mad at him. But, God, was your heart shattered. After everything you’d been through, you had no idea why you even bothered to get your hopes up anymore. How the hell did you not learn by now?

You were a mess, and even that was an understatement. You were a shell of a shell of the person you once were. Steve would have tried to talk some sense into you, reason with you about how the world needed you, and you’d have reluctantly nodded, swallowing any and all feelings into the pits of your mind, becoming what he wanted—a soldier ready for war.

Or Tony, he’d come by and try to coax you out with humour. If he even caught a sliver of what he thought was a smile or a groan that could be mistaken for a laugh, he’d consider it a win. Even though he tried so hard to be cool and collected—because he had to be—he’d let a bit of that giant heart show, and how could you say no to pushing through for someone who wanted the best for everyone and only saw the best in you?

And Nat, she’d sit and wallow with you until you were done. She’d be there for you without doing too much. She’d make sure you got off your ass and took care of yourself, putting you before the mission, before the Avengers, before herself. Seeing her show you that love, even if it was subtle and not in spoken words but actions, you’d be sure as hell to show her you accepted that love by getting off your ass.

Your mind played out each scene. You felt the way Natasha would lean down in front of you, the way Tony would give your shoulder a squeeze, pulling you in for a side hug, the way Steve’s voice would bounce off the walls. It was like you could see them, feel them, hear them—but they, of course, weren’t there.

None of them were here anymore. They were all gone. They’d all left. They were all dead and not coming back.

Your eyes were unfocused on the TV playing in the background—well, it was playing in the background until you saw the words NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA flash across the screen. It most certainly wasn’t Sam.

You tried to focus your ears on the broadcast, but all you could hear was ringing. You pulled yourself back in just in time to hear the woman on TV talking about you and your family.

“Now that Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Natasha Romanoff are gone, who do we have left to save us if something happens again?”

The male news anchor weighed in. “We have Spider-Man.”

“He’s gotta be a kid! And the Falcon—Sam Wilson—gave up the shield that Steve Rogers gave to him. How can he be reliable after that?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

The woman scoffed. “How can we rely on someone who falls off the grid after The Winter Soldier breaks up with her? The video of her storming out of that restaurant went viral for a reason, and it wasn’t because of her being an Avenger but from the storm that followed. She should be locked up. Someone with her capabilities—she’s too unpredictable.”

“Now, Sally, don’t you think you’re being a little too harsh on the girl? She lost her family while trying to help bring the rest of the world theirs back.”

“All I’m saying is, when you’re a human with super abilities, you have a certain responsibility to uphold, and she’s just not doing that for me. I think the Avengers are over. I don’t feel safe with people like them hiding right under our noses.”

The screen blurred as your eyes filled with tears, your chest tightening with the weight of their words. Your hand clenched into a fist at your side, nails biting into your palm. A part of you wanted to scream at the TV, to tell them they had no idea what they were talking about, but another part of you… couldn’t disagree. Maybe they were right. Maybe you were a liability now. Maybe, without your family, you were nothing.

You wiped at your eyes, trying to clear your vision, trying to focus. But all you could think about was Bucky—how you’d tried to have something real, something to hold on to in this world that felt like it was crumbling around you. And how, once again, you’d been left behind.

A sharp pain shot through your chest, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to hold yourself together. But it was like trying to hold sand—it kept slipping through your fingers, no matter how tight you held on.

You glanced back at the TV, the words of those anchors still echoing in your mind, and it hit you just how alone you really were. They were gone, and you were left to pick up the pieces. But what if there were no pieces left to pick up? What if all that was left of you was dust?

Your phone buzzed beside you, breaking you out of your thoughts. You looked at the screen and saw Sam’s name flashing across it. For a moment, you considered ignoring it—considered curling up on this couch and letting the world forget about you.

But you couldn’t do that to him. He was the last piece of your old life still standing, still fighting. You couldn’t let him down.

Taking a deep breath, you picked up the phone and pressed it to your ear. “Hey, Sam.”

His voice was steady, comforting in a way you hadn’t realised you needed. “Hey, you okay?”

You hesitated, your eyes drifting back to the TV. “Yeah,” you lied. “I’m fine.”

There was a pause on the other end, and you could almost hear the frown in his voice when he spoke again. “You don’t have to pretend with me, y/n. You know that, right?”

You swallowed hard, nodding even though he couldn’t see you. “I know,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I just… I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Sam was silent for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was soft, but firm. “You’re stronger than you think, y/n. And you’re not alone, even though you want to be. I'm always here, don't listen to them”

—

The Peters

“You have someone?”

“No. I got no time for, uh, Peter Parker stuff, you know? What about you?”

Peter 2 hesitated before answering, “Uh, that’s a little complicated.”

Peter 3 nodded, understanding more than he wished he did. “No, I get it. I guess it’s just not in the cards for guys like us.”

“Well, I wouldn’t give up,” Peter 2 said, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “It took a while, but we made it work.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, me and MJ—my MJ. It, uh, gets confusing here,” Peter 2 admitted, glancing at Peter 3, whose face had clouded with a look of deep-seated heartbreak. Noticing this, Peter 2 gently pressed, “You don’t think you have one?”

Peter 3 shook his head, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Nah, those days are long behind me.”

As he spoke, his gaze drifted out the window, landing on you. The way the wind tousled your hair, catching the moonlight just right, made you look almost ethereal—like the most angelic being he had ever seen. His heart raced as he took in the sight of you, sensing the anxiety etched into your expression. The only thing he wanted in that moment was to make sure you were okay.

Peter 2 followed his line of sight and, upon seeing you, couldn’t help but grin. He looked back at Peter 3 and said, “All our universes might have a couple of things in common, but that doesn’t mean everything has to be the same.”

Peter 3 furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you two have web shooters, and I don’t.”

Peter 3 chuckled, tossing his head back. “Now you’re just bragging.”

Peter 2 laughed along, but quickly steered the conversation back. “No, no, just wait, I’m getting there. Maybe our two share an MJ”—he gestured to himself and the youngest Peter, who was still downstairs on the phone, finishing the last cure—“but maybe there’s another universe out there where another Spider-Man is like me.”

Peter 3 tilted his head, curious now. “Or?”

“Or,” Peter 2 continued, “maybe there’s a universe where Peter has a Y/N instead of an MJ.”

Peter 3 looked down, fiddling with his mask as doubt crept into his voice. “I don’t think my universe has either.”

Peter 2 offered him a knowing smile. “Maybe that’s because your Y/N is here.”

“N-no,” Peter 3 stammered, shaking his head a bit too quickly. “That’s not—I mean, I just met her, and she’s got, y’know, stuff, a lot of stuff going on. It’s not…”

Peter 2 smiled gently. “I saw the way you looked at her.”

“Well, I mean, she’s beautiful,” Peter 3 said, shrugging as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Peter 2 chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I just thought I saw something more there, that’s all.” He shrugged casually, but the softness in his smile suggested he knew more than he let on. “But hey, what do I know?” He looked down, his smile fading slightly as if lost in his own thoughts.

Before Peter 3 could fully process that, the youngest Peter bounded up the stairs. “Hey! Are you two ready? The final cure’s finished, and Ned’s gonna portal us over there any second now. Then I’ll take a video and send—” He stopped mid-sentence, realising you weren’t in the room. “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s still on the phone,” Peter 2 said, nodding toward the window.

Peter 1 immediately walked over to the window, concerned knitting his brow as he watched you. “She looks anxious,” he murmured, setting the bag containing the cures on a small side table. “I should go check on her.”

Peter 2 gave him a pointed look, one that spoke volumes. It was a look of recognition, the kind that said, You’ve got a chance—don’t miss it. He raised an eyebrow, nudging his head slightly toward the door.

Realisation hit Peter 3 like a bolt of lightning. He jumped up off the stool, suddenly feeling both frantic and determined. “Is it okay if I go instead?”

Peter 1 stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Peter 2, who nodded in encouragement. Then he turned back to Peter 3, a small smile forming on his face. “Y-yeah, of course. But we have to go any minute now, okay?”

Peter 3 nodded fiercely, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be quick.”

But even as he said it, each step toward you felt like it was moving both too slow and too fast all at once. His pulse quickened the closer he got, and for the first time in a long while, hope flickered inside him. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance—if he could only find the right words, the right moment, to make things right.

—

The Call

“Y/n, holy shit, what are you up to? It's been…” Sam paused you could see his demeanour changing when the realisation dawned on him exactly how long it had been “Waaaay too long”

You could hear Bucky and some girl talking in the background before Sam was shushing them. He mumbled “Dont worry about it” and then you could hear a chair being pushed back.

Bucky was moving on, was all you could think about after hearing him laughing with a female voice, and of course Sam was leaving the room so you wouldn't have to hear it.

“Yeah” you let out an airy breath “It has been”

“I stopped by a few times”

“I know”

“I called, i texted, Buck he wouldn’t tell me anything y/n, you were – you are like family to me, I wanted us to stick together it's what Steve wanted and, I-I didn't even see you at the funeral”

“I’m sorry Sam, i just -“ you sniffled “It's been hard since, everything” you paused “Im trying”

“Don't apologise, you never have to apologise to me for anything. We were supposed to stick together as a team, a family. I'll always be here for you, i'm just happy to hear your voice i was worried for awhile”

“I was at the funeral, I was just…”

“Hiding?” Sam finished for you

“Yeah”

“Why?”

“I just needed some time, We lost so many people, Steve left, Bucky left, i just needed to wallow, comprehend everything look for the light at the end of the tunnel”

“Did you find it? The light”

You looked through the window, into the dimly lit house, they must have moved upstairs while your Peter was on the phone. You watched him toss his head back, his hands clapping together at something the oldest Spider Man was saying to him. You were never going to find happiness in this universe again, all it brought you was heartbreak so maybe you had to go to another one to find it.

“I think, i'm not sure but i'm going to find out” Moving your attention to the small pond of water just off to the side of the house “That's why i called, I just want to thank you for being patient with me, always being there for me and i know you’re going to be the best Captain America Sam, I’m so proud of you”

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?” He was putting the pieces together, and he wasn't liking the finished product that connected in his mind, a puzzle he wasn't sure he wanted to see the end of.

Letting out a shaky breath, your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, blood was flowing heavily to your ears, you spun around finding those golden brown eyes, meeting yours and you knew with the way he was looking at you he could tell you were getting anxious.

Your eyes gazed into his, even at the distance you were you couldn’t help but feel that metaphorical string pulling you to him, screaming at you that you were doing the right thing for once “Sam it’ll never be goodbye, our paths will always cross again, it's just a see you later”

“Y/n” he was changing his tone from friendly to his newly discovered Captain America voice “What’s going on?”

“Thank you for everything Sammy” Before he could respond you hung up, smashing your phone in the process, Tony made sure you could never be tracked and where you were planning on going you're sure your phone wouldn’t work anyway.

You sighed, allowing yourself to feel the breeze around you that wasn’t your doing, as if the universe was whispering that you were making the right choice.

“Are you alright?”

You spun around, your hair catching the wind. “You ask me that a lot.”

He smiled softly. “I’m a curious person by nature.”

“And look where that got you—a bite from a radioactive spider?” You scratched your head, pretending to ponder.

He placed his hands on his hips, a playful grin spreading across his face. “God, you’re witty. I gotta say, I love it.” His expression grew more serious as he took a deep breath. “I can’t complain, though. It led me here.” He took a step closer, pointing to the ground. “And I can’t help but feel like every path I’ve taken, every twist and turn, every bump in the road—led me here.”

“To this spot of grass?” you teased, trying to keep your voice steady as your heart raced.

Peter 3 slowly reached out, his palm slightly trembling. He was so close now, and the tension between you was almost unbearable. His heart was pounding so loudly that he couldn’t even focus on the sound of yours, though he desperately wanted to. He needed to know if you felt it too—the connection, the pull that defied logic and reason. His voice softened as he shook his head, finally finding the courage to say what he’d been holding back. “No, to this universe. I just wish I could stay.”

For a moment, it felt as though the air had been knocked out of you. His proximity was overwhelming, sending shivers down your spine. “I know what you mean.”

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a warmth through you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Deep down, it felt wrong because it wasn’t Bucky, but you were so overwhelmed by the warmth radiating inside you that you leaned into it. “Maybe in another universe… another lifetime.”

“Why not this one?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You searched his eyes, hoping for an answer that could make sense of the emotions swirling inside you.

Peter’s eyes softened, filled with a mix of longing and regret. “Because this one isn’t mine to keep, no matter how much I want it to be, it’s not my home.”

Your chest tightened as the reality of his words settled in. You could feel the connection between you, strong and undeniable, yet fleeting—like trying to hold onto water as it slips through your fingers. “It doesn’t even feel like mine anymore…”

Peter 3 frowned, concern deepening the lines on his face. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. How could you explain the hollow feeling that had taken root in your chest, the way the world had lost its colour, its sense of belonging, ever since you’d lost them—Steve, Tony, Natasha… even Bucky, in his own way?

“Everything that made it home,” you began slowly, trying to find the right words, “It’s all gone. The people, the moments, the life I had… It’s like I’m drifting, trying to find something to hold onto, but every time I do, it slips away.”

Peter 3 nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes. “I get that. After losing Gwen… my Aunt May… I thought I’d never find solid ground again. It’s like you’re a stranger in your own life.”

You looked at him, surprised by how perfectly he’d captured what you were feeling. “Exactly,” you whispered.

A silence fell between you, thick with shared grief and unspoken longing. The breeze that had once felt comforting now carried a chill, reminding you of the inevitable goodbye that was coming. You both knew it, but neither of you wanted to acknowledge it.

Peter took a step closer, closing the gap between you. “Maybe we’re both just trying to find our way home,” he said softly. “But maybe… maybe we’re supposed to help each other along the way, even if it’s just for a little while.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, but you didn’t brush it away. “And then what? What happens when you find your way back to where you belong, and I’m still lost?”

He gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, his touch tender and lingering. “You won’t be lost…You’re stronger than you think and when that day comes, you’ll have all of us—every version of us—cheering you on from our own corners of the universe.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart ache, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of hope. It was fragile, but it was there, and it was enough to make you believe that maybe, just maybe, you’d find your way again.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

“I wish I could stay,” he repeated, his voice barely audible, “But I’m glad I got to meet you.” He hesitated, as if searching for the right words, before finally speaking, “We cherish the moment we have, right here, right now, we gotta hold onto the hope that maybe, somewhere out there, in some other reality, we get our chance.”

Before anymore could be said, a glowing circle appeared in the middle of the lawn, casting an ethereal light between you. The two of you instinctively jumped apart as the other two Peters emerged from the safe house, their footsteps echoing on the wooden porch.

“Are you two ready to go?” Peter 1 called out, his eyes lingering on you, searching for any sign of distress.

You glanced at Peter 3, his expression mirroring the conflict in your own heart. But you forced a smile, nodding. “Of course Pete.”

[daryfromthefuture]

intro :)

i realized i never made an intro post so here it is lmao-

hi tumblr, my name is dary! i go by she/her pronouns, but feel free to use they/them as well, i don't mind :D

i'm 18 years old and from europe (my timezone is gmt +1)

as you can see from my blog, my main interest is the back to the future franchise :] i do things for the fandom like writing and drawing; you can find me on ao3 under the same username (daryfromthefuture) and on instagram under @/rynaaa_a.

talk to me about bttf in general but specifically (bold = main fixation):

⭐1940s doc/manhattan project lore

⭐1950s doc

⭐bttf the musical

⭐bttf the game

⭐doc and marty's friendship (!!!)

some fun facts about me:

i learned to skateboard because of marty mcfly and my favorite drink is pepsi (WITH sugar)

i speak english, german, russian and like basic french (english being my third language learned out of these)

my favorite subject is history and 20th century history is another big interest of mine

writing is my favorite thing to do ever and i want to write movies someday

my favorite bands are huey lewis and the news & queen

i'm taller than mjf by three inches

i ran out of fun facts, may add later LOL

thank you for checking out my blog! i'm always open to making new acquaintaces, so feel free to message me :D

fanfic directory under the cut!

FANFIC DIRECTORY (status: September 22, 2024)

MULTI-CHAPTER:

Until I Get Home: Stuck in 1885 AU fic, focusing on Marty and Doc's relationship and how it evolves when exposed to various different circumstances during their time in the 19th century. Words: 100,100, 30 chapters. Status: Complete

Fourteen scraps of paper: Fic focusing on filling out the 30 years between 1955 and 1985 in the Lone Pine timeline. Words: 11,243, 5/18 chapters. Status: On hiatus (dunno whether I will pick it up again tbh...)

November: Smaller, slice of life fic set post-trilogy. Marty gets sick and Doc takes care of him. Words: 4,636, 3 chapters. Status: Complete

We Do Need Roads: Road Trip fic also set post-trilogy. Doc takes Marty on a road trip across the country after the latter graduates, which gives them a great oppurtunity to catch up. Words: 19,016 (estimated to be around 80K), chapters 5/20. Status: Work in progess

The Perils And The Promise: A rewrite of Jules Verne's "Around The World In 80 Days" with the BTTF characters in the main roles (man I love ridiculous AUs). Words: 57,111 37/37 chapters. Status: Complete

TRINITY TRILOGY

Three stories set in a universe in which Marty accidentally ended up trapped in the 1940s and follows Doc as he goes through the Manhattan Project and the years after. Together, the stories will take up around 135,000 words and 60 chapters. Hyperfixation has quite the power guys lmao

Most People Were Silent (45,352 words; complete)

A Few People Cried (45,024 words; complete)

A Few People Laughed (17,868 words; WIP!!)

ONESHOTS

Time Waits For No One: AU of BTTF 3 in which Marty comes down with pneumonia during the week in 1885. Words: 10,054

Flight Of Fancy: A character stufy of Doc, focusing on his relationship with science and the development of the flux capacitor. Words: 6,022

The Weight Of Us: A small "crossover" (is it really a crossover if it could be canon) with Oppenheimer (2023) in which 1940s Doc and Robert talk in August 1945. Words: 1,129

He Didn't Start The Fire: Prequel oneshot about Marty and Doc's early friendship days and how the teen reacts upon finding out that Doc worked on the Manhattan Project. Words: 5,459

Double Visions: Doc and Marty have a heart-to-heart after the events of BTTF: The Game. Words: 2,028

A Day At The I.F.T.: In a universe in which BTTF: The Ride is canon, Marty visits the institute of future technology. Words: 1,764

Time Heals All Wounds: Oneshot set in 1931. Young Emmett and Marty shenanigans. Words: 1,031

Nighttime Inn: Miitopia AU oneshot in which our hero Marty talkes to Great Sage Doc post-final battle. (have I meantioned I love ridiculous AUs)

Meet The Family: post-trilogy oneshot focusing on Marty's inner conflict about the whole Doc and Clara thing

[saintsenara]

death (eaters) in paradise bellatrix lestrange/lord voldemort mature | 7.3k words

‘this is lovely,’ she said to the muggle bell-boy, who gave her a cheeky smile.

‘i asked for a twin,’ said the dark lord.

the bell-boy looked at bella, and then looked at the dark lord as though he were insane. ‘sorry, señor,' he said, not sounding very sorry at all, ‘but this was all there was available. you’ll be fine to share with her, no?’

a spanish anti-muggle group wishes to meet with the dark lord in marbella. so, it makes perfect sense for his favourite lieutenant to go with him. after all, she could do with a holiday.

this piece was written for week six of @ladiesofhpfest, on the theme of hot girl summer [you can find the masterlist for this week's fics here].

authors notes under the cut

and it's too hot here to think to much about anything, so this is not a particularly deep story - the inspiration was entirely the fact that the idea of bellamort on holiday in marbella is funny. these are not two people who can be easily imagined lounging by a pool - although it has always tickled me that lord voldemort is ascending to the height of his powers alongside a period of luridly-coloured pop culture. the tiki cocktails of the late 1940s and the disco drinks of the 1970s shouldn’t be something one associates with him. and yet.

but there is something serious underneath all the brits-abroad capering [rip to the german tourist, hated by a nation for hogging the sun loungers]. i’ve always been struck by the fact that - even though jkr considers it to be more egalitarian than the muggle world - the wizarding world is constrained by extremely restrictive gender roles.

and i am convinced [and have explored more seriously elsewhere - especially in my piece nor all that glisters gold and its notes] that one of the reasons why bellatrix is so easily radicalised into being an enthusiastic death eater is because voldemort gives her a chance to transcend the expectations placed upon her by her gender and her social class. in death (eaters) in paradise she finds herself free - for the first time in her life - of pureblood modesty standards [after all, in canon, wizarding clothes seem to cover much more of the body than contemporary muggle fashions], of the need to pretend her marriage is happy, and of the need to pretend that she isn’t a sexual creature.

in death (eaters) in paradise [as, again, i’ve explored more seriously in my piece other women and of purer blood and its notes], there’s the idea that bellatrix’s lack of interest in pregnancy - and her desire to see sex as something with value beyond society’s belief that she should want lots of children, as is her duty as a pureblood - is considered quite scandalous in the circles in which she moves. that voldemort should be the only person she knows who doesn’t think this may not initially seem to be in line with his character - but, actually, the canonical voldemort tolerates a huge amount of casual affection from bellatrix. until the last stages of deathly hallows, he allows her to be physically very close to him, to touch him, to allude to the relationship between them, and so on - and my justification for why they are a sincerely plausible couple is directly connected to this. both bellatrix and voldemort want to be really known and really understood, and they provide a level of recognition and comfort to each other which is there in canon and really fun to draw out in fan-fiction.

plus, him giving her a horcrux is - and i’ll die on this hill - weirdly romantic.

[why i always write him as an arse man is unknown to me, but good for him.]

three final points: yes, i’m aware what the real-life john lewis incident was; rookwood’s hot daughter has turned up in other women of purer blood as well, and maybe she deserves her own story; and this is the dress jane russell wears in gentlemen prefer blondes which is seared into lord voldemort’s retinas:

stunning.

[drnoblesix]

Fic preview (OC belongs to @dimensionjumpingartist )

The Director uncovered his face, turning to look at the both of them. "Well, if you have so much history, how far back does it go? A few years?"

The two men looked at each other, Leitner cracking a smile while Schuster laughed. "We've known each other for longer than you've been alive, Edward."

The Director's eyes were wide as he looked between the two men. How does that even make any sense? Schuster wasn't that much older than him. "How!?"

Leitner leaned back against the counter, taking the mug Schuster handed to him. "It all started back in the 1940s at Group 935. We'd met while working together with Element 115."

Schuster butted in. "After you embarrassed yourself by getting lost in the cafeteria on your first day as a new hire." Leitner glared at him, making him give the other man a cocky smile.

"Anyways, we'd been working together for a long while, until Schuster was transferred over to the CIA. And, well, suppose the world just wanted us to be together." Leitner looked at Schuster, giving him a warm smile.

The Director paused for a moment, looking between them in confusion. "The 1940s? Schuster, you told me you're only in your fifties!"

Schuster laughed, sipping his coffee. "Working with Element 115 and being in the Dark Aether does odd things to your mind and body, Edward." He hummed, setting his mug down. "Now, how about breakfast?"

[billsfangearring]

Monthly Fandom Faves: January 2023 (ALOTO Edition)

I want to get back into reccing this year! I previously did themed rec lists, but I'm going to experiment with unthemed recs of a few things I loved reading each month, split into separate posts by fandom. Here are my inaugural ALOTO recs, which are all Jess/Lupe this month. (No one is surprised.) They're also all WIPs, which I promise won't always be the case. I hope you enjoy!

Fics reviewed below the cut, from longest to shortest:

relief next to me by meyeri

I've nowhere to be, other than right next to you by @7central

A letter does not blush by @oldmannuka and @talaricula

Posting this early because (1) my cat's first adoption anniversary is Tuesday and she deserves my full attention and (2) I have no chill.

relief next to me by meyeri

(Jess/Lupe, E, 60k and counting)

Jess takes a final drag and maybe she performs a little, because she wants to see what’ll happen: maybe she licks her lips before, maybe she leans so the jut of her collarbone stands out underneath her shirt, maybe she makes a point to catch García’s eye when she inhales, when the smoke pulls into her chest, when she hitches her breath to keep it there. Because García is watching, she has Jess pinned with her eyes, and this is probably a goddamn catastrophe of an idea (come on, don’t shit where you eat, McCready) but something about it feels alive to Jess, feels jittery and itchy like the buzz of a radio, like a snakebite under her skin. It feels right when the whole fucking day has felt wrong.

relief is a devastating, atmospheric, and visceral immersion in Jess's mind if she and Lupe were casually sleeping together from the beginning, slotted very precisely into the spaces between canon. It encapsulates everything that I read fanfic for—emotional depth, evocative prose, and nuanced characterization—both for our main duo and for the fic's secondary characters, especially Greta, who add so much richness to Jess's life on the team. Jess retains her fierce protectiveness even amid her uncertainty about where things stand with the magnetic enigma that is Lupe García. I've reread each chapter many times and never fail to notice something new. Also, uh, it's incredibly hot. Trust me.

The reality of Lupe García, her brother, this person who shows her iron shell to the world and yet incomprehensibly and inconceivably shows her softness and delicacy to Jess, whose walk is an echo of Jess’s own and who strides through life like she’s carrying the whole thing on her shoulders, like she’s resigned to her solitude, and yet for some reason allows Jess to see the strain of it, just sometimes—like one day she might let Jess share the load of it.

Note: the first chapter (roughly 6k) was originally posted as a one-shot, so you can still give that a go even if you aren't interested in committing to a long WIP!

I've nowhere to be, other than right next to you by absurdcapybara

(Jess/Lupe, E, 55k and counting)

Lupe and Jess end up in New York City for the off-season. Most confessions can be made over a good ballgame. New York is the prime spot for those few exceptions that can’t.

In thinking about how to describe this fic, I keep coming back to how Lupe and Jess's relationship ebbs and flows like the tides. Their life together in New York feels very real as the intimacy and domesticity between them grows in fits and starts as they transition from being teammates and housemates to roommates with Only One Bed. This story is a full-body experience to read, and I read it much more slowly than my usual so I can relish absurdcapybara's gorgeous metaphors. They really get Lupe, my beloved, and also address how Lupe's insecurities and guardedness have real consequences for Jess. The 1940s New York setting and all it entails are ever-present in the fic as well.

Lupe didn’t know what lines were left between her and Jess. She didn’t know if they were friends or ‘friends’ or brothers or soulmates or ships passing or cars crashing, and for one wonderful moment, she didn’t care that it was so ridiculously undefined.

A letter does not blush by summerdrive and talaricula

(Jess/Lupe, T, 18k and counting)

In the 1943-1944 off-season, Jess and Lupe settle in New York together. This collection of letters between them and Esti, as well as some of the other Peaches, tells the story of those few months.

The wealth of tiny details tucked into the letters and notes—from Jess's inclusion of detailed weather information such as the dew point in her letters to the use of real newspaper clippings and such from the era—make this an incredibly immersive and entertaining fic. I have so much fun trying to piece together what's going on behind the notes every time this updates. (And I'm ashamed to say I figured out the unfinished hangman game immediately.) Our hermanos' relationship with the delightfully perceptive Esti is a particular bright spot in this fic, especially the contrast between Jess's fatherly generosity and Lupe's hesitance after the events of last season, and the authors nail all the characters' distinctive voices. This is unquestionably one of the most impressive epistolary fics I’ve read.

Note: All the letters/notes/etc. are written in the typical AO3 style as well below the images if you prefer to read in that format, but I had to include part of one of the images and nothing will ever be funnier to me than Lupe’s 23 Dec. ‘43 diary entry:

Jess in feud with ex who stole fishing spot = butch??? Investigate

All of my ALOTO fic recs can be found here. I hope you find something you like!

[emmalostinwonderland]

WIP update

Hey, friends. I know literally no one is asking for this, but I started going through my google drive folders recently to see if I really do have as many WIP fics stacking up as I think I do... and apparently I have MORE than I thought.

I'm gonna go through all of them here mostly for my own peace of mind. However, if you read this and think one of the concepts sounds great and you want to shoot me some encouragement, my DMs and asks are open. Vague threats are also accepted, just to mix things up.

Anyway, synopses below the cut. Fandoms are tagged.

MCU

Steve/Bucky/Tony - Medieval Knights AU - est <20k words

Tony is the ruler of a small kingdom, and Steve is the lead knight. He and Bucky are together, and they open their hearts to Tony as time goes on. This is actually my fill for Fandom Trumps Hate 2023, so it's my top priority right now. I've got a full synopsis, most of the chapter outline, and literally none of the draft itself done.

Steve/Tony (with some Steve/Bucky in the beginning) - Conversion Camp AU - est >50k words

Steve meets Tony at a Pray-The-Gay-Away camp in 1995, they lose contact when Steve ages out of the program, canon events (super soldier serum and Iron Man) come into play, and they are reunited due to mutual connections with SHIELD or the US Military. So far with this, I have a very detailed synopsis, a full timeline for both Steve and Tony, a spotify playlist, character analyses, thorough research, and only like 800 words of a draft. This one WILL be finished, even if it takes me literal years.

Steve/Tony - Ireland AU - est <10k words

Tony meets Steve on the ferry from Liverpool to Belfast, and they have a whirlwind summer romance in Ireland. It's literally just a romcom. I wanted an excuse to fuck with their accents, so in this idea, Steve moved back to Ireland with his mom when he was super young, and Tony went to live with the Jarvis' (his godparents) in London after his parents died in his mid to late teens. I've got about 800 words in the draft, some loose research, and half a chapter outline. Maybe it'll get written, maybe not. Who's to say.

Steve/Tony - High School AU - est ~1k words

Steve and Tony are established high school sweethearts. They have Tony's parents house to themselves for the weekend. I wrote about 700ish words of this in January as a challenge to myself to write a whole oneshot in one night, but I chickened out when I got to the smut part, so it just sits in my google drive haunting me.

Steve/Tony - High Fantasy Soulmates AU - est ?? words

Steve is on a quest with a small party of his closest friends to take out the evil king in a neighboring kingdom. He meets his soulmate, Tony, in dreams every night. We all know what the plot twist is on this, so I'm not gonna bother spelling it out. I have about 4 sentences worth of an outline, but that's it.

Steve/Bucky - Friends with Benefits AU - est >20k words

Steve's wife, Peggy, finds that their relationship is getting stale and suggests inviting a third person to join them in bed from time to time. When Peggy ultimately leaves Steve anyway, he and Bucky discover something new just between the two of them. This is my latest collab with LouiKazooie! We have 2 others up on Ao3, and this one will likely be done before the end of the year.

Steve/Bucky - 1940's Canon Divergence - est ?? words

Dr Erskine sees Steve and Bucky's farewell moment before Steve attempts to enlist again, but he selects Bucky for the program instead in order to give him a higher likelihood of making it back home to Steve in one piece. I've got a synopsis, and I've got a one-liner for Howard written. That's it. Keep your expectations low.

Red, White, and Royal Blue

FirstPrince - Missionary AU - est <20k words

Alex moves to London for a study abroad program for international law, and Henry attempts to evangelize to him in a coffeeshop. Alex takes pity on him, and strikes up a tentative friendship with him. As they grow closer, Henry starts to realize that maybe he doesn't believe or connect with his religion the way he used to. I've got a detailed synopsis, and some of the scenes are clear as day in my head, but if I'm honest, there's no substantial outline or draft written down for this one yet.

FirstPrince - Din/Luke Oneshot Series - est ?? words

Alex and Henry roleplay as the Mandalorian and Luke Skywalker sometimes and the level of involvement gets more high stakes with every oneshot (like including cosplays or speaking Mando'a). This might be the dumbest idea I've ever had, but it's in my google drive so I had to include it here.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Percabeth - Revolutionary War AU - est ~10k words

Percy is a spy for the militia. Annabeth is a plantation owner's daughter. She joins the cause, providing secrets, maps, and the occasional distraction all while unlearning things she's believed her whole life. This was an idea I had on a flight somewhere, and I wrote a scene in the notes app of my phone until I could get to wifi again. Apparently I have 1500 words of the draft done? I've also got a character breakdown and a vague idea of the flow of the story. I'm excited about this one.

Idk I think 10 WIP fics is enough for now. This was painful to look at. Thanks for the support, guys.