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Oh no. Don't let me start plotting out a Leverage Redemption / Moon Knight crossover. I don't need more wips. Help.
#IT WOULD BE SO EASY THOUGH#like fucking up someone who's collecting or trafficking stolen antiques has been. multiple leverage episode plots.#guess who steals back stolen antiquities from the black market & associated private collections to (mostly) return them? layla#there are So Many oh shit we have to change the con moments you could do. just layla showing up alone#at least someone on the crew - eliot and parker probably - would recognize someone who's known to have pissed off the black market in cairo#and the scramble of how do we deal with her and how the mark will be reacting to her being here#and if we go post mk s1#then it's OH SHIT SHE'S A SUPERHERO. SHE JUST FLEW OUT OF HERE. OKAY.#breanna pulling up cell phone footage on youtube from the cairo incident like holy shit#she's the scarlet scarab. oh this makes so much sense now of course.#hardison comes back because no way they get into superhero shit without him#(various commentary on past superhero encounters here. hardison has probably tried to hack avengers tower.#sophie probably has conned tony stark in the pre iron man days#eliot has fought aliens he's had some sort of interaction with shield for sure)#harry gets to be delightfully bemused and also the stand in for all of us who have lost track of the five million mcu projects.#i know the avengers i think which one did you say this one was? is she new?#and then you get the wait what about thor - the norse AND the egyptian gods?#if layla is working with mark and steven you then also get them which would be fantastic to bounce off the leverage crew#and if you want to make everyone's life more complicated#set it in a situation where mark and steven (and layla) know m&s have a third alter but have not worked out how to get on speaking terms#and this situation winds up dangerous enough that jake fronts and goes moon knight to save their asses#and like. marc and steven get to find out from a bunch of people they just met that#yeah we saw the third guy#and uh. there was some weird shit. are you sure you're done with your superhero god shit.#so they have to deal with THAT#probably to have stakes like that itd be something like there was something from the chamber of the gods that one of harrows followers took#like the ushapti of another god or something similarly powerful and dangerous#and you have the oh shit of it being something with that kind of power and danger like. right as it's gotten away from them.#squire in a cupcake van#let's go steal a squire
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Hah projecting my sadness? What do you mean?
This was done four days ago (Jan 21) but I still wasnât feeling good so I neglected to post it anywhere. Kept it around for myself mostly.
#think I was either listening a lot to âMessy-Lola Youngâ or âat least Iâm pretty-Harrietteâ#during the sketching process#maybe some version of instrumental for Car Radio too I canât recall. was kinda zoning out#anyways the dreading feeling of inadequacy haunts me often#my esteem tumbles and falls frequently but I canât catch a grip this year it seems#got me worried that I could be experiencing more than simple burnout or laziness#I donât want to go back to experiencing anhedonia again#anyways haha silly puzzle guy got injured whoopsies#I just wish I wasnât regressing into that low confidence spiral again#I donât want to be the kind of person who uses self-deprication and personal belittlement as a shield from feared criticism#but all my shortcomings are so glaringly obvious to me. Everthing I could be doing better. Especially when others do it effortlessly#guess this is all just part of being human#Iâm good enough. Iâm glad for what I have been able to do. And Iâll be able to do much more with time <3#doodles#sketches
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hey look its eddie from guilty gearâ i mean raymond shields. yeah <3
#beep boop you want fries with that#ace attorney#raymond shields#im fine im fine im fine that his name got changed to some fucking deid mann level of pun#im fine im totally not mad or anything im as fine as raymond shields because thats still his name right?#anyway cool that the game is finally being localized. but also its being localized#double edged sword. like edgeworth. mitsurugi has the kanji for sword in it. and guess whos name has the kanji for shield#youâll never believe it but its the guy named raymond shields.#THAT WAS THE ENTIRE POINT OF HIS NAME BTW AND JANET SAID NO WEâRE NO DOING THAT. EXPLODE.
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thinking about how one of the last things john ever tells dean is an admittance that the way he treated him was fucked. & of course this destroys dean and makes it so much harder for him to come to terms w his death right after and with his childhood in general bc heâs spent his entire life chasing after johns approval. heâs spent his entire life telling himself that the way he was treated was okay and justified and that their childhood was good because he could handle it and he was strong enough and that was how it had to be. heâs worshipped john as a hero and seen nothing wrong with any of it. because heâs had to. his entire life is built around this idea thereâs nothing else. heâs his dads perfect soldier and punching bag and wife-replacement and suddenly his dads gone & he said heâs sorry and that he shouldnât have treated dean that way. what the hell is he supposed to do now.
#augh. i donât know i havenât seen enough of this show yet but.#thinking about that episode with the abused kid who has psychic powers like sams and sam sees himslef in the kid a lot#but is horrified by the extent of the abuse and keeps saying like. Dean i never thought iâd say this but youâre right dad was pretty good i#guess we were really lucky to have him. it couldâve turned out a very different way.#and deans just like. idk thereâs something about his face. like he wants to agree cause this is what heâs always saying but he Cant.#because. well. sams thinking about this kid with circumstances so similar to him who ended up entirely victimised by his father and#thinking Wow i had something that kid didnât. i had MY dad who was so much better after all (despite kicking me out of the house and#always refusing to support me but wtv)#but really the thing sam had was DEAN.#dean as samâs protector and johnâs golden child and the adult of the family. dean as the person#john winchester comes home to after a hunt the person who tells him itâs okay#dean playing the part of his dead mom and still shielding sammy from the worst of their father and as a result internalising that this was#fine.#what the hell is he going to do now that his fathers dead? after his fathers dead and wrong and theoretically morally weak and admitted hed#raised dean badly?#IDK!!! iâm sure excited to see him continue to break down though#(have just finished s2e2 for future me ref)#supernatural#<- Sorry guys iâm batshit obsessed.#father by the front bottoms dean song of all time#spn#oliver talks
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Ward, honey... Sweet dear.... Baby.... you're making it impossible for me to defend you.
#spoilers for people that haven't finished season 1#and i guess honestly those who haven't gotten to a certain point in s2#so no spoilers but poor bobbi#i guess ward as a good guy will live in my own mind and fanfiction#grant ward#marvel#mcu#agents of shield#marvel cinematic universe#bobbi morse
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â !! ę° the dilemma . . . going home to take a deserved nap or going to ballonlea . . . i kinda want to talk to him , but on the other side , i feel like i need all the energy i can get to survive just a discussion with him . . .
#â !! ę° hopscotch's diary ! đ#ooc:#guess who's he's talking about you guys ha!#i'm not gonna lie. today i wanted to rp#but i got way too busy so i guess i'll either sacrifice my night of sleep or do so tomorrow#pokemon#pkmn#pokemon RP#pokeblog rp#pokeblogging#pokeblr#pokeblog irl#pokeblog roleplay#rotomblr#pokemon irl#pkmn irl#pkmn rp#pokemon au#pkmn au#pokemon sword and shield#pokemon sword#pkmn swsh#swsh au#hop pokemon#pokemon hop#rival hop#hop swsh#prodigy!hop au
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Day 8/9

Oh god did I not post yesterday? oh dear oh me Iâm a failed a failures an fraud. I just donât have time to make up for it right now, so these have to count for the same day since I donât want to mess up numbering. Iâll do an extra guy one day.
Itâs okay I donât have a following yet. Y e t . Haha.
My art style?: confusion when I use references
My thumb?: broken because I fucked it up years ago and it still bugs me to this day
Bede?: beet.
My subway?: sandwich. And I should eat it now.
#Bede#dailylittleguys#pokemon sword and shield#pokemon#pokemon fanart#i actually didnât think of him on the little guy scale#so weâre just gonna say he is because heâs more of a little guy than idk Leon.#but no Leon could totally be a little guy. Iâm conflicted.#who in SwSh COULDNT be a little guy.#idk#opal probably#sheâs not youthful enough and you have to be youthful to be a little guy. I guess. idk she weird. and not in a little guy way.
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finally picked up pokemon shield after months of not playing it and i really enjoy it this time
think i was just not into pokemon at the time, when i was first playing it and trying to get into it. it's not that bad, really. not the BEST pokemon game, but it's alright for what it is
#its sad they didnt include every pokemon#but i guess they cant#i really wanna play legends arceus but i dont have a copy#i can always borrow my sisters' but i like owning my own games#ramblings#i hward legends is like next level pokemon lol#its what pokemon should have been years ago#Hop is Baby#Leon is a guy. Love him.#i have low expectations for every piece of media now because everything is mass produced#and rushed out for a quick buck. i dont expect anything even from big aaa companies to be good anymore#which is sad. it shouldnt be like that... you pay good fuckin money for things and you get... Mediocre at best#blegh. Idk. I like the game regardless of its flaws#its just that it could have been better#apparently scarlet/violet was a shitshow when it launched.. Yikes. glad i missed it lol#i havent finished shield but yeah just feels like im playing Y. I loved Y a lot#but tahts probably because it was the first 3d mainline pokemon game. it was huge when it came out#and this is coming from someone who loved diamond and crystal and Unova#before x/y was even announced
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In the Middle
Character: Bucky Barnes
Requested: No
Type: Angst/ Fluff
Summary: Being caught in the middle is always hard.
A.N: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT THUNDERBOLTS TO BE SEMI SPOILED!!!!!!!!! I have seen Thunderbolts* on Thursday (amazing btw) and have been craving Thunderbolts!Bucky. Also reader is like mid to late 20s.
Also double whammy with these fics. Also thank you those who requested some fics. I'm getting on them right now. Keep em coming!
Again THUNDERBOLTS* SPOILERS ARE IN THIS FIC
3...2..1...
âI cannot believe this dude,â Sam says, pacing the living room like it personally offended him. His hands are moving almost as fast as his mouth. âI tell him Ross wants me to rebuild the Avengers, right? I open upâI mean really open up. I tell him Iâm not sure Iâm the guy for it. That maybe Steve made a mistake giving me the shield.â
He stops mid-step and points dramatically in the air, like he's building up his case.
âAnd you know what Bucky says? âNo, he didnât.â Thatâs it. No discussion. JustââNo, he didnât.â Point. Blank. Period. And I'm not gonna lie, that's all I needed to hear."
You open your mouth to say something, but Samâs already spinning toward you.
âAnd I believed him! I believed him because I thought he was my best friend.â
"Hey!" you cut in, brows raised.
Sam waves you off. âNah, nahâdonât âheyâ me. You know youâre like my sister. Ultimate mega best friend status and all that, but not the point right now. Lemme vent about your ugly boyfriend real quick.â
You throw your hands up in surrender. âGo ahead.â
âThank you!â Sam claps once, then starts pacing again. âThen I find out thereâs already a âNew Avengersââcapital N, capital Aâalready up and running. And guess whoâs right in the middle of it? Bucky! Like I wasnât gonna find out!â
He stops again, staring at you like itâs your fault. âYou know what I call that? Betrayal.â He jabs the air for emphasis. âStraight-up betrayal.â
Youâre sitting on the sofa, letting him work through it. Honestly, you couldnât blame him. Bucky had called not ten minutes ago to talk aboutâof all thingsâthe copyright on the Avengers name.
Now Sam wants to sue them.
âFourteen months,â Sam says, voice rising, âof back-and-forth with this man and his ânew family.â You remember what we went through? What he went through? Guess what? We were his family first. And now heâs calling me like Iâm the one stepping on toes? Like Iâm in the wrong for trying to do what Ross asked me to do?â
âHe told you to back off?â you ask, already knowing the answer.
Sam gives you a long-suffering look. âHe wants me to give him the rights of the name."
"So it didn't end well..." You sighed, rubbing your temples.
"Y/N⌠if Iâm venting like this, how do you think the call went?â
You try to offer something. âCanât you just⌠I donât know. Combine the teams? Be the MegaVengers or something? Steve literally said âAvengers, assembleâ and there were like a thousand people who showed up. We all kind of worked together then.â
Sam looks horrified. âNo. No combining. Itâs not about numbersâitâs about principle. That man knew what this meant to me. And now heâs trying to sidestep it like itâs nothing.â
He crosses his arms and looks at you with purpose. âYou need to talk to him. Get him to step back.â
You shake your head. âNope. Not getting in the middle of this.â
You meant it. Youâve known Sam for yearsâhe was your ride-or-die, your day-one, the brother you got to choose. But through Sam, you met Bucky. And he became your favorite person. You were in between your best friend and the love of your life.
You learned about the âNew Avengersâ team at the same time Sam did. The two of you had stared at the screen in disbelief.
But after hours of yelling at Buckyâtears, arguments, explanationsâyou got it. You understood that he hadnât meant for it to happen like this. That Valentina made moves he couldnât stop. He hadnât betrayed you⌠not intentionally.
Still, the line between intention and impact? Thatâs where Sam lived.
He stares at you for a moment, then reaches into his jacket and hands you a folded sheet of paper.
âWhatâs this?â you ask, skimming it. Then you stop. Your eyes widen.
âI want you to join my team,â he says simply. âThe new Avengers.â
Your jaw drops. âSamâŚâ
âDonât look at me like that,â he says quickly. âYou really think Iâd build a team without you? Come on. Weâve never not been on a team together.â
âSam, I⌠I canât sign this,â you say, handing the paper back. âYou know I canât.â
He rolls his eyes. âYou can. You should. Y/N, Iâve already started recruiting. Iâve got a plan, but I need my right hand. I need you.â
You stand, walking toward him. âAnd I canât go against Bucky.â
He exhales sharply, then softens. âJust⌠think about it, okay? I donât need a yes right now. Just donât say no yet.â
âSamâŚâ
âThink about it,â he says again, looking at his watch. âUghâventing sessionâs over. Gotta go pitch Ross on the plan. Wish me luck.â
He leans in, presses a quick kiss to your cheek, "Please think about it," and walks out the door.
You sit back down, staring at the paper. Then you run a hand through your hair, heart pounding.
A few quiet moments pass.
Then you grab your bag and head straight for the other tower.
*****
âJames Buchanan Barnesâyou are in so much trouble.â
Your voice echoed through the tower as you dropped your bag with a thud. The teamâscattered around the lounge doing everything from eating chips to watching TVâimmediately snapped to attention.
A chorus of "Ooooooh!" broke out like a middle school lunchroom.
Bucky stood up fast, hands already in the air like he was facing down a SWAT team. âOkay, doll, donât be mad.â
You marched forward, hands on your hips. âDonât be mad? You asked Sam to drop the Avengers name.â
âHeâs suing us!â Bucky shot back, already defensive. âWe had the name first! Val got the jump on itâwe just made it official.â
He crossed his arms like a stubborn teenager. Behind him, his teammates exchanged exasperated looks, a few shaking their heads like, here we go again.
âAre you both five?â you snapped. âYou need to talk. Face to face. Not through lawyers. Not through phones. Like actual adults.â
âHe doesnât want to see me,â Bucky muttered. âAnd honestly, I donât want to see him either.â
He tried to hold his glare, but it faltered when he looked at you. He could see it written all over your face: this was tearing you up. And he hated that heâd played a part in it.
âI saw Sam today,â you said quietly. âHe asked me to join his team.â
The room fell completely silent. Even Yelena put down her snack.
Bucky blinked. âAnd⌠whatâd you say?â
âI told him no. For now. But he asked me to think about it.â
Bucky scoffed like that was the dumbest thing heâd ever heard. âThink about it? Whatâs there to think about? Youâre not joining them.â
Your eyes narrowed. âExcuse me?â
Every single person in the room physically cringed. Even Red Guardian mouthed oh no.
âYouâre not serious right now,â you said, voice low and dangerous. âDid you just try to tell me what to do?â
âIâm saying Samâs being irrational,â Bucky argued, digging his own grave. âHeâs suing us, Y/N. You canât join them. Thatâs not how this works.â
You stepped toward him, fire in your eyes. âHeâs not being irrational. Heâs hurt, Bucky. He thinks you betrayed him. And the truth? Even if it wasnât on purposeâyou kind of did.â
Bucky opened his mouth, but no words came out.
âI get it,â you added, softer now. âHe shouldnât have filed a lawsuit. Itâs messy. But thisâthis whole thingâis a disaster. And youâre both too stubborn to fix it.â
Bucky slowly reached for you, pulling you into his arms. âIâm sorry,â he murmured into your hair. âI never wanted to put you in the middle of this. I just... I wonât give up on this team.â
You let him hold you, but your heart was heavy. âI know,â you whispered, then gave him a small kiss. âBut I canât keep being the bridge between you two.â
He pulled back, looking at you. âThen donât be. Move in with me. You said you were thinking about it. And hell, you could just join us too. Weâd be unstoppable.â
You stepped back, blinking. âAre you seriously asking me to join your team right after I told you Sam asked me the same thing? Are you kidding me, Bucky?â
âNot cool,â Yelena muttered, earning a death glare from Bucky.
Then your phone rangâloud and dramatic. Mariah Careyâs voice filled the room. You groaned and answered.
âWhat, Sam?â
âFigured you were over there,â he said. âSo Iâll keep it short. Ross and I have a few new recruits saying yes already. We might fast-track things. So I need an answer. ASAP.â
âYou gave me thirty minutesââ
âThirty minutes for what?â Bucky leaned in, practically pressing his ear to your phone.
âWould you stop?â you muttered, pushing him back.
âIs that Barnes?â Sam asked over the line. âYo, Barnesâfuck you.â
Bucky blinked. âWhat did he just say?â
You sighed. âHe saidââ
âI said fuck you,â Sam shouted, louder this time.
You snapped.
âThatâs it!â you barked, stepping between the two of them. âBoth of you, shut up.â
The room fell into stunned silence.
âI am so done being in the middle of your pissing contest,â you said, voice shaking now. âYou used to be a family. We used to be a family. And you two are tearing it apart like a couple of overgrown toddlers.â
Bucky looked like heâd been slapped. Sam was silent on the other end.
âYou know whatâs really messed up?â you added. âYou both say you love me, you both trust meâbut youâre trying to make me pick between you. And I wonât. I wonât.â
Everyone was still, barely breathing.
Then Sam, faint over the phone: âWait⌠Did Barnes ask you to join the FAKEngers?â
âWeâre the real Avengers, for the record,â Bucky muttered.
âOh my god,â you said, throwing your hands up. âIâm done. Until you both grow up and get your shit together, Iâm out. Iâm not picking sides.â
You turned, grabbed your bag, and stormed toward the door.
âWaitâwhat do you mean?â Bucky called, chasing after you.
You turned back, pointing between him and your phone. âI love you, Bucky. And Samâyouâre my brother. But if you two canât stop acting like enemies, then you donât get to have me caught in the crossfire.â
And with that, you hung up the call and walked out.
Back in the room, Walker slowly picked up the paper. âOuch,â he said, wincing. âDonât you just hate when they walk away?â
Yelena smacked him in the head. âYouâre not helping.â
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It had been a few days since everything explodedâand both Sam and Bucky were unraveling in their own ways.
Neither of them said it out loud, but they both felt it: the quiet ache where you used to be. The texts left on read. The silence that said more than any shouting match ever could.
Eventually, they both found themselves doing the same thingâsitting alone, staring at their phones, thumbs hovering over each other's names.
Bucky sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and hit the contact.
Samâs phone lit up. He stared at the screen for a long second before finally answering.
âBarnes,â Sam said flatly.
âWilson,â Bucky replied, just as dry.
A beat.
Then Bucky exhaled. âI miss her.â
Samâs voice was quieter this time. âYeah. Me too.â
Another pause.
âWe gotta fix this,â Bucky said. âThis whole thing⌠itâs not worth losing her over.â
âNo, itâs not,â Sam agreed. âWe should talk. In person. Try to settle this."
âTomorrow?â Bucky asked.
âYeah. Tomorrowâs good.â
âAlright.â
âCool.â
ââŚFine.â
ââŚFine.â
They hung up.
No apologies yet. Not out loud.
But it was a start.
Maybe this whole MegaVengers idea wasnât so bad after all.
#bucky barnes x you#bucky x reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x you#bucky imagine#sam wilson x reader#tfatws#bucky barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#the winter soldier#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#sebastian stan#thunderbolts!bucky#thunderbolts spoiler#thunderbolts fanfic#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes one shot#thunderbolts#thunderbolts*#x reader
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The What Corps?
âwe have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!â
Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.
âoh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challengeâ plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.
he canât get caught here. He just can't. He simply wonât allow himself.
suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.
âOperatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that itâs incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambushâ
small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes itâs some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.
âyou better not be hoping for back up, ecto scumâ
âI have no idea what you are talking aboutâ
It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.
Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a⌠ring?
âhold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!â
The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, âO!â
Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a âoh damn! Are you alright?â on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. âDaniel Fenton of Earthâ
Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants⌠now this damn thing is just straight up outing him!Â
Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.
âYou have the ability to overcome great fearâ ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??
You have been chosenâ never good, we are back to freaking out again.
âWelcome to the green lantern corpsâÂ
⌠the what?
Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of⌠he guess itâs supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.
Heâs somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think itâs some sort of mask.
The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so thatâs great!
âYouâre not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!â They both aim their weapons to take a shot.
Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,âyou guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!â
âAttacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-â Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?
ânotifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostilesâ
what?
âgetting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in placeâ
Well⌠the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.
Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought⌠And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#phanfic#green lantern corps#Danny really doesn't need a power ring for it's abilities#but he's going to be an insufferable little shit with the whole diplomatic immunity thing#you can pry that trinket from his colder deader hands#after seeing those moves Danny already decided#that ring is his spirit animal#personally I also think he'd love being a Lantern because Space. but that's just me
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observing rafe cameron x reader



summary: you were trying everything to hide the fact that you couldnât stop staring at rafe, unbeknownst to you - he was secretly hoping you were
a/n: this is a surfer!rafe x shy!reader btw!! also this is like pretty much my first ever fanfic so I have no idea what the fuck I am doing so sorry if this is literal ass đ no mention of a fem!reader besides the fact that the womans bathroom gets entered
you felt the heat of the sun on your skin as you stepped out of the twinkie. the soft crash of the distant waves barely audible over the hum of the pogues voices
stepping onto the beach, a surge of excitement hits you. the day you and the pogues have been counting down to all week has finally arrived
you take one final glance into your bag, double-checking for anything you might have forgottenâsunscreen, snacks, a book, and a few other trinkets, satisfied you make your way over to your usual spot ready to take off your tshirt and shorts which hid your swim wear underneath, until you spotted someone out of the corner of your eye
rafe cameron
somehow the kooks had managed to pick the exact same date, place and time to visit the beach as you and your friends
while the others were hastly running towards the water stripping on the way down, paying no attention to the kooks, kie stayed back waiting for you
she was already in her bikini while your clothes werenât even close to leaving your body and landing on the ground
''you coming?'' she asked, hand on her forehead shielding her from the burning sun
''umm'', taking a quick glance around you searched the beach in a, hopefully, unsuspicious way trying to locate rafe again
glancing down you turned your gaze elsewhere, you hoped the sudden heat entering your body was from the sun and not from the sight of rafe taking his shirt off
''Iâll join you guys later, Iâm a little dizzy right now'', you spoke swiftly looking up at her, hoping to not get caught in the little white lie
all though kie nodded, the flicker of confusion in her eyes and a quick look behind you told you all you needed to know
you had never verbally stated your attraction to the him but you were pretty sure almost anybody couldâve guessed with the way you tensed up or seemed quieter and clumsier whenever he was in close proximity
taking off your top and shorts you shot a look over to the pogues who were already splashing and practically drowning each other. you giggled while settling down onto your beach towel before applying sunscreen and laying down on your stomach with a book in hand
even though your book was very interesting, the sight in front of you was much more enticing
rafe was currently riding a pretty common wave, yet you found yourself unable to stop staring
you adjusted your book hoping to hide the fact that you were practically ogling at the cameron boy
he was far enough out that you couldnât make out the details but you still caught the way his hair stuck to his face, the way his body twisted with the rythm of the wave and the way he⌠kept turning his head towards you?
it seemed like he was looking for you, looking to see if you were watching him
cheeks burning, you try to push your delusions aside trying to find the passage you were reading earlier
you take another peek at him and by the the time you do, he was already out of the water, walking towards his friends with the biggest fucking grin, beaming with pride and confidence, already seeming to rave about the wave he just rode
hearing jjâs laugh you swiftly adjust and pretend to be reading your book that was definitely more interesting than staring at rafeâs wet body and stupid grin
while jj kept whining about how john b, supposedly, almost drowned him they both settled down on your left, luckily on the side where the kooks were lounging
fortunately he also kept talking which meant you were able to peep right past his face and steal short glances towards rafe
it was almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off of him. it didnât matter where you would see him, you were always stealing glances or simply staring at him from a distance. others could call this stalking but you liked to call it observing, you liked watching him, but not in a creepy way, more so you were admiring him, he was pretty
you liked his side profile, the way his bangs framed his face, the way his eyes looked in the sun, the way his shirts hung onto his fit body - you noticed the way he was very articulate with his hands, which were always adorned with the same two rings, the way the corner of his lips turned downwards whenever he tried not to smile
noticing him facing you, eyeing your group, the staring quickly stopped
at this point the distance between the two groups was too small for your liking because of course the kooks had to settle down as closely as possible to the pogues - it was somehow impossible for them to keep their distance
given the short distance, whenever you actually were brave enough to look again it seemed like he was meeting your gaze, trying to maintain eye contact
heart beating way too fast and cheeks burning, you turn away from jj trying to initiate a conversation with sarah, who was sitting on your right
after a while of, luckily, managing to keep your head from spinning towards him, to meet his gaze - aside from the occasional looks to jj or john b whenever they were contributing to the conversation - you were desperate to get up, to empty your bladder
you dreaded getting up, fully aware that the beach bar was situated just behind the kooks, it meant walking past rafe and the mere thought of that unnerved you - every step would make you acutely aware of your surroundings, mind racing, until the very thought of moving felt like it might turn your legs into jelly
examining the scene quickly you notice half of the kooks gone, including rafe, they mustâve left when you werenât looking - you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders while also immediately feeling a certain misery overtaking you
this unrequited crush was spiraling out of control
strutting over to the bar you take notice of ruthie with another girl sitting at one of the tables and kelce talking to the bartender seeming to be cracking jokes instead of ordering
walking past them you try to keep your gaze relatively low to avoid any sort of interaction. turning into the small hallway of the bar you exhale a breath you didnât even realize you were holding
the calmness doesnât last long because as you round the corner to reach the toilets you spot him, standing in front of the mens bathroom, phone in hand and looking quite bored
before you get the chance to look away he lifts his head and notices you, he smiles - you smile back, a very awkward smile
relatively quickly you turn your head away and enter the womenâs bathroom. your head becoming a blur, suddenly already washing your hands ready to leave the bathroom
he mustâve left already, right?
''topper are you fucking coming, man?!'', you catch rafe through the door
your plan of immediately leaving and paying him no mind, began to falter two seconds after stepping out of the bathroom
''hey, y/n'', you hear from behind you, shit
you freeze up for a second, caught off guard, before composing yourself and turning around
immediately drawn to him, you couldnât help but notice the way his hair had dried in quite a messy way, his slightly squinted eyes and the slight smirk splayed across his face
''how are you?'' he questions before you had the chance to greet him back
''Iâm doing fine'', you manage to exclaim, nearly tripping over your words before adding the usual ''and you?''
you dig in your mind trying to recall the last time youâd exchanged words beyond the usual "hi" or "hey''
''ditto'',
apparently not completely satisified with your answer, he regards you for a moment, the stare causing a warmth to creep up your neck as you shifted uneasily
''why did your friends leave you all alone over there?'', rafe inquired with a raised brow - a hint of curiosity in his tone, ''they seemed to be enjoying themeselves''
letting out a soft exhale you answer him, attempting to maintain eye contact but faltering almost immediately, ''I wasnât feeling so good'' was all you manage to muster before adding the word, ''dizzy'' in a rather whispered voice, as you lied through your teeth, hoping he wouldnât see through it
if he did, he didnât let on ''are you feeling better now?â'
you nod quickly, meeting his gaze
looking up at him with those almost innocent eyes, he canât help but offer, ''are you sure? I can get you a glass of water'', an unrecognisable sweetness laced his voice, softening his usual edge
taken aback by his unexpected offer you hesitate before denying his offer by simply shaking your head
he let out a quiet snort, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you struggle to give a simple answer
''what book were you reading?'', he asked, his smirk widening as he leaned further back into the wall, clearly amused at the way the conversation was turning into a playful interrogation, as if he found some strange satisfaction in making you squirm just a little bit
you froze, your mind going blank, searching for the title before realising you genuinely couldnât remember, maybe because you werenât actually reading the book
like a savior, topper emerged from the bathroom, a flicker of confusion passing across his face as he scanned the scene before moving past you both, muttering a quiet "letâs go," clearly directed at rafe
for a split second, it looked like frustration crossed rafeâs face, fleeting before you could overthink it, flashing you a smile he pushed himself off the wall and made his way past you
but before he completely disappeared out of view, he turned back with a smirk and called over his shoulder,
''hope you enjoyed the show earlier''
oh
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summary: You're in love with jj but he's with kie, so in moments of pure desperation you often find yourself turning to the person he hates the most...rafe
warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, one or two uses of y/n, plz let me know if I missed anything
a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering i first wrote this like 3 years ago, and yes for those of you who have been asking, I fully intend to finallly continue this fic....more info on that later ;)
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JJâs eyes change the moment Kiara steps into any room. Immediately his presence is ripped away from your immediate atmosphere, popping the little bubble you'd spent all afternoon crafting as he sprung up to greet the olive-skinned enigma that captured his affections.
âKie!â The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything heâd directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.
In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in front of you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart.
You figured that by distancing yourself mentally, you wouldnât have to raise suspicion and distance yourself physically. In reality, you knew the real reasoning was your inability to stay away from JJ but the facade helped you cope.
âHey Jâ she embraced him and his body relaxed around her as if she was the only source of his happiness. The only way heâd find alleviation from what he perceived as a shitty life being through her. âSorry Iâm late my parents had me running like crazy at the wreck today.â
Scattered greetings filled the air from the rest of the pogues, yet you could only focus on the way his eyes fixated on her like she was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen.
âHere come sit babyâ he offered her the seat he had just previously been place holding. What you thought had been quality time with your best friend, presented itself to you now as momentary attention to pass the time until his actual desire arrived.
Settling herself down and offering you a wide smile, her shoulder bumped against yours gently as a sign of acknowledgment.
âHey dudeâ she directed at you, but you didnât reply. You just couldnât bring yourself to pretend. Not today anyway. Instead, you offered her a small smile, it was minimal but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.
âYo" A crumpled tissue paper flew at your head, jj attempting to refocus your attention on him, "didnât you say you were gonna get some water or something?â He spoke up, the scheme evident in his tone.
âum yeah I guessâ You lifted yourself up and took a few steps before jj used the opportunity to slump himself down where you had been sat and sprawled his arms across his girlfriendâs shoulders.
âsnooze ya loose suckerâ he joked as he turned to Kiara to start up some mindless conversation. Leaving you behind in the dust.
Your teeth gritted as you focused on making your way to the kitchen hoping the distance from the scene unfolding would lift the iron grip on your heart.
You made the fatal mistake of glancing back and you were met with the image of jj nuzzling up to kiara in a picturesque display of love. The lump building at the base of your throat indicated that it was your time to get the hell out of there before you broke down in front of everyone.Â
âShit guys, yâknow what I just realized I gotta goâ You spoke quickly, your tone matching your pace as you rushed to the exit of the chateau.Â
âYouâre still coming to the party later though right?â John B asked, not tearing his eyes away from the screen in front of him.Â
âMhm yeah sureâ you opened the door ready to depart.Â
âShit I forgot about that! Me and jj are gonna be late, we got dinner at the wreck tonight.â kiara added as you stepped out, unable to control the escape of a rogue tear.
âDate night babyyyyâ You heard JJ cheer before you slammed the door behind you.Â
âIs Y/N okay? She seemed a bit off.â Kie nudged JJ as she questioned.Â
JJ furrowed his eyebrows momentarily. Glancing out the window, he saw you jog away from the house, and a brief flash of worry flashed through his mind. As quick as it came, it dissipated. He shook his head figuring that if there had been something wrong, heâd have been the first to know.Â
âNah sheâs okay don't worry.â he offered to kie.
Boy was he mistaken.Â
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âFuuuck meâ you moaned out, sinking into him one last time. You were hot, sweaty, and heaving as you pulled him out of you.
âI thought I just didâ Rafe taunted leaning back to lie down, arms crossed behind his head causing his taut abdomen to flex.
You scrambled off the bed, picking up your garments and shoving them back on your body forcefully.
âWhat, no pillow talk?â He tried again.
âRafe..â you trailed off. Whenever youâd finish fucking, youâd struggle to even look at him. The self-hatred flooded your body as soon as the orgasm poured out.
âHey you called meâ he eyed you intently but you knew he didnât actually care. To rafe cameron everything was just a game. At this point it was pretty much common knowledge. âIn factâ he moved closer to you so that he could speak directly into your ear âItâs always you that calls me.â
âDonât be a dickâ you stood up and eyed your heels contemplating whether you could face the walk back in them. âYou know it makes me feel like shit.â It might have sounded brutal but thatâs how things were with rafe.
âYeah, itâs like you punctuate your orgasms with self-hate.â
âI'm a pogue, rafe.â You argued back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âSo? Kooks and pogues can fuck you know.â You couldnât comprehend why you were even having this conversation. Why now, why tonight.
âYeah maybe, not you though.â You didnât want to tell him the reason explicitly.
âI fuck pogues.â
âYou fuck anyone.â The words came out almost instantly and without thinking, yet rafe took no offense.
âExactly so whatâs the issue?â
âThe issue is, rafe.â You paused trying to find the words without actually having to say the words. âThe issue is that if my friends found out theyâd hate me, probably more than I already hate myself.â
He just chuckled, the look in his eyes changing as he figured you out.
âWhat's funny?â You challenged.
âYou donât have to bullshit me princess.â He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. âYou just donât want jj knowing about your little escapades huh?â Bingo.
âHeâs with Kiara.â You shrugged him off.
âUh huh, you like him but you canât have him.â Every word he spoke striking a nerve deep within you. âSo youâre fucking me to fuck him over.â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â You grabbed your heels and shoved them on, wincing as you buckled them up.
âDonât I?â He threw his joggers on lazily as he stood, the level dynamics changing significantly. The older boy towered over you. âWhere are they tonight?â
âBack at John Bâs, we had a little get-together.â You crossed your arms. More often than not you usually called rafe after a few drinks left you feeling lonely. âSorry, your invite must have gotten lost in the mail.â You attempted to jab at him with sarcasm yet he clearly held the upper hand with his line of questioning.Â
âSo all of them are there now?â He stepped towards you.
âMhm,â You lied.
âEven jj?â Moving closer until your neck was craned upwards to meet his eyes.
Taking your silence as an answer, he reached up and ran his palms across your upper arms, prompting you to uncross them.
âHe was uh- him and kie should be getting there soonâ You mumbled.
âSo would i be wrong in guessing, that might have prompted your call then?â You let yourself be guided by his movements leaning your neck further back as his hand trailed up to your jawbone.
ârafeâŚâ you called out insignificantly.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck, right over where he could feel your pulse, and pressed down.
You couldnât help the gasp that left your mouth. Because as much as your heart belonged to jj, rafe was just so fucking good at raising your temperature.
âRound two?â He mumbled against your neck.
âYeah..â you attempted yet it came out as a whisper. He grabbed you swiftly and lifted you, moving you across the room and throwing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you in a predatory manner as he did so. As your back hit the bed, the ringing of your phone brought you back from the haze he had you under.Â
âWait rafe stop stopâ you pushed him off and grabbed the screeching mobile, pressing it up to your ear. âHello?â
âDude, where are you?â The sound of jjâs voice came through over the pumping sound of music and party chatter. âMe and Kie just got back and John B says no oneâs seen you for like over an hour.â
âOh Iâm uh, I had to go do something for my momâ The lie pouring out of your mouth caused rafe to chuckle which was of course met by a slap from you signaling for him to be quiet.
âOh well, when are you getting back? I have to tell you about this date. Youâre gonna be so proud of me I actually think Iâm ready to tell Kie I love herâ you screwed your eyes shut as he spoke.
âYeah I- you know what I canât make it back my mom needs me to stay and help out but uh Iâll see you tomorrow or something.â You hung up before he could even reply, throwing your phone down uncaring of its state.
âWhatâs wrong? They getting hitched?â Rafe spoke up from behind you.
You turned to Rafe, the fire in your veins pushing your arms to grab him, roughly pulling him back onto you.
âJust shut up and fuck me rafe.â
And fuck you he did.
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The next morning you woke up to the sight of rafeâs bare back. Not much of a cuddler, you figured.
Quietly you pushed the covers off and began to dress yourself back up. As you got to your shoes you sighed and shook your head, as if there was any way in hell you were going to walk home in heels. You scooped up your shoes and your now-cracked phone shaking your head, slightly ashamed at your outburst.
Without even a second glance at the sleeping body you were leaving behind, you made your way over to the door. As you turned the knob and stepped out to leave, a husky voice spoke up.
âIâll keep my ringer on for you babe.â
You rolled your eyes looking back at him, âFuck you rafe.â
âYeah, thatâs what Iâm counting on.â He didnât even open his eyes as he answered, instead just rustling around in the bed and turning to the other side, once again facing his back to you.
You scoffed as you exited. Your internal rant clouded your vision, body on autopilot with an excellent self-navigation of the Cameron house from the countless times youâd made this exit.
âY/N?â The gentle voice wiped your thoughts clean as the shock stilled you dead in your tracks, slowly turning to come face to face with none other than Sarah.
âSarahâ you drawled out. âWhat are you doing here?â
âItâs my house?â Her head was cocked to the side, equally shocked to see you.
âNo I just mean- I thought you were spending the night at John Bâs.â You forced the small talk, avoiding the topic of why you were here, sneaking out at 8 in the morning.
âHe had to work today, did you spend the night here?â She glanced up at the door of rafeâs bedroom.
âUmm-â There had only been two other instances where you had been at a complete loss for words. The day jj told you he and Kiara were dating, the morning after your first sexual encounter with rafe, and now this.
âAre you sleeping with my brother?!â She whisper-shouted, eyes wide as the realization hit her. Busted.
âNo?â
âOh my god!â She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to her room, slamming the door as soon as you were both inside. âHow long has this been going on?!â Her tone was loud and her hands wild as she interrogated you.
âJust a little under a year.â You sat on her bed and looked at your lap as you spoke. Reminiscent of a child being scolded.
âA year?! Oh my god!â She repeated. âWho knows about this?!â
With that, you looked up at her desperately. âNo one. No one knows so please donât tell them.â You didnât have to name names for her to know who you were referring to.
âAre you two likeâ she paused âtogether?â She scrunched her nose up, disgusted at the thought of her bully of an older brother dating anyone.
âNo god no. Itâs just sexâ you were just as uncomfortable as Sarah was, having to tell her about boning her older brother.
âDisgusting.â She turned away from you with her arms crossed, looking out the window.
âLook Iâm not proud of it okay? Just-â You sighed âJust please donât tell anyoneâ pleading again.
Sarah let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed, her eyes showing concern mixed with something you couldnât quite place your finger on.
âI thought you were into jjâ she spoke softly, there it was. Pity.
âYeah well, jj is with kie and instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I decided to do something about it.â As the words left your mouth, you realized how weak the explanation was.
âSo you just use rafe to bang the jj out of you.â
âItâs not like Rafe cares, if anything heâs also using me.â You tried to reason.
âI donât doubt that. But I mean, thatâs- Itâs not healthy, youâll never move on if you donât actually process your emotio-â
âLook Sarah, I donât need to do any of that shit okay? What I have here works, when I fu- when Iâm with rafe, I donât think about jj.â Tears began to swell in your eyes âSleeping with rafe helps me forget about everything, even if itâs only for a little while he uh- he makes me feel good.â To an extent, there was truth behind your words, while you and rafe fucked the rest of the world went away. It was only after, that the crippling self-hatred hit you along with the return of your immense feelings for jj.Â
Sarah shuffled over and threw her arm around you. âThatâs not good for you, itâs just momentary. Itâs easy and it's a cycle, youâre never going to get better going down this path. Especially not with rafe.â
âRafe heâs- heâs not that bad.â
âYes he is. But i bet it gives you satisfaction fucking him knowing jj hates him. Feels like revenge right?â Sheâd always been so perceptive your Sarah, you hated how she could see right through you.
Tears ran down your cheek silently. âYouâre not gonna tell anyone right?â You sniffled.
She gave you one of those classic salt-of-the-earth Sarah Cameron smiles, the kinda smile that would light up any room she walked into. âTakin' it to the grave babe.â
A loud beeping caused both your heads to whip towards the window. âShit, I completely forgot I was supposed to go on the HMS with pope and jj, we were gonna chill there until John B and Kie finished work.â She rose to her feet and extended an arm towards you. âWanna come? Or we could drop you home if youâre not up for it.â
With a sigh you took her hand and pulled yourself up, walking beside her as you mentally prepped yourself to face the blonde you desperately pined for.
âWell rise and shine campers.â jj yelled out of the window of the drivers seat.
âY/N! Where you been dude? you totally bailed last night.â Pope was next to speak as you and Sarah filed into the Twinkie. As JJ began to drive you avoided any form of eye contact in his general direction.
âI had to go help my mom out, blackout at mine again.â You didnât even look at pope either, instead focusing your attention on the blur of trees and houses pacing by the window as JJ sped down the winding roads.
âIsnât that what you were wearing last night?â pope, observant as always, pointed out.
âUh yeah, I didnât really get any time to change causeâŚâ
âI called her last night when I got home, I was so drunk I donât think I was ready to stop the party.â Sarah covered for you.
âYeah I wrapped up helping my mom out and then this one calls me talkin bout a sleepover or something so I didnât exactly have much time to change.âÂ
Thankfully pope had lost interest as soon as he had asked the question, otherwise, your overcompensating ass would have been caught out straight away. You always had to add to the lie until you felt like you had sold it completely.
Keeping your eyes trained on the outside meant that jjâs frown directed at you through the windscreen mirror went completely undetected. He always knew whenever there was something up with you and right there and then he knew something definitely was.
âHey, you okay?â He didnât need to address you explicitly for you to know he was talking to you.
âYeah just tired.â You shrugged him off in an attempt to distance yourself from him yet again.
He knew you were lying but he didnât understand why, you never lied to each other. Apart from John B, the pair of you were closer to each other than with anybody else in the group. Youâd been best friends since kindergarten, and since then youâd sworn 3 things to each other.
1- Youâd always share your snacks.
2-Youâd always be best friends even if you argued.
 3- You would never ever lie or keep secrets from each other.
Of course, as the both of you grew older the rules became more and more lax. The snack sharing was limited only to when you felt nice enough and sometimes youâd go for days without making up if you had argued particularly badly. Having kept two friendship-breaking secrets from him, the childhood rules seemed pretty insignificant by now.
âMhm,â he responded, flickering his eyes between you and the road. âAre we taking you home to change first?â
âYeah, I donât know if Iâll join you guys afterward though.â You chewed down on your nail anxiously as the tension from being in the same space as jj paired with the guilt from having fucked rafe prior, suffocated you.
JJ made a face as he focused on the road, something was wrong with you and heâd be dammed if he wasnât going to put his everything into finding out what that was.
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How to Tame Your Dragon - Malleus Draconia x reader
Since you and Malleus have gotten into a relationship, you've become a bona-fide dragon soother. But whenever you fumble, the entirety of NRC faces the consequences.
aka the 7 times you cause ecological disasters and the 1 time it works out for you.
this is one of my favorite works i hope y'all enjoy it too
Instance 1: The Unbirthday Party Fumble
It all started so innocently, as most disasters do.
You were sitting on a bench in the gardens with Malleus, who was in one of his "look at my shiny things" moods. He had decided to show you his prized possessions from his extensive, possibly cursed, hoard. Usually, this was an easy gig. Youâd nod, say something like âWow, so shiny,â and then give him a kiss. Easy peasy.
But not today.
Because today, your brain decided to take a little vacation while your body stayed behind, stuck on autopilot.
You were half-paying attention, your focus more on the distant ruckus over at Heartslabyulâs tea party, where Ace and Deuce were most definitely in the middle of doing something stupid. Riddle was probably screaming about proper fork placement, Trey was juggling a thousand responsibilities, and Cater was... doing whatever Cater does.
You could hear the faint sounds of plates clinking and people panicking about the sugar cubes being uneven. It was practically a symphony of disaster waiting to happen.
Meanwhile, Malleus was holding up what looked like a teapot. But not just any teapotâthis thing was ornate. Gleaming, intricate patterns, probably blessed by some ancient fae god of beverages. You didnât notice any of that, though.
Instead, when Malleus asked in his deep, romantic, âIâm-giving-you-a-piece-of-my-soulâ voice, âDo you like it, my treasure?â you waved him off like heâd just shown you a half-eaten sandwich.
âYeah, yeah, sure. Looks fine.â
Silence.
Not just any silence. The kind of silence where the air pressure changes and you suddenly realize you mightâve done something very, very bad.
You blinked, finally looking over at Malleus, and oh no. His eyes were narrowed, his lips pursed, and a shadow seemed to fall over himâliterally. The sky darkened as if the heavens were in on his mood. His grip on the teapot tightened, and you could swear the wind started to howl.
Oh, no no no.
The moment you realized your mistake, the storm was already brewing. Quite literally. The sky went from clear to âabout to smite someoneâ in about two seconds flat. You could feel the temperature drop, and leaves started swirling around like they were auditioning for a role in a natural disaster movie.
You were in for it now.
Meanwhile, at the worldâs most cursed tea party:
Riddle was just getting ready to pour the first cup of tea when the wind decided to yeet the tablecloth right off the table. Teacups clattered, pastries took flight, and the entire garden descended into chaos.
âWHAT IN THE NAME OF THE QUEENâS LAWSââ Riddle screamed, clutching a teapot like it was his last lifeline.
Ace, currently dodging a rogue scone, looked over at the sky. âOh, youâve gotta be kidding me. Is this a Malleus thing?â
Deuce, who was using a sugar bowl as a makeshift helmet, shouted over the wind. âItâs always a Malleus thing! Why do I even ask anymore?!â
Cater, hair blown sideways and desperately trying to keep his phone in hand, was trying to snap a selfie in the chaos. âGuys, this is prime MagiCam contentâwait, no, my phoneâs gone!â He dove after it as it got carried away in the wind.
Riddle, already on the verge of a meltdown, turned to Trey, who was trying to shield a cake from the incoming storm. âI demand an explanation!â
Trey, forever the calm one, glanced up. âWell, if I had to guess, Iâd say the prefect did something to upset Malleus.â
âOF COURSE, THEY DID,â Riddle shrieked, practically levitating with fury. âWhy do we suffer every time they breathe near him?!â
âI donât know, but we need to fix it before Riddle explodes!â Ace said, dodging a flying plate.
Deuce grabbed Aceâs arm. âWe need to talk to them! Make them apologize or something!â
And so, in the middle of the flying teapots and pastries of doom, the group sprinted to find you, dodging airborne desserts and Riddleâs wrath.
Back at the epicenter of destruction:
You were still sitting there, eyes wide as you watched Malleus literally brood so hard it summoned a small hurricane. âUh, MalleusâŚ?â
He didnât respond. Nope, he was fully in Pouty Dragon Modeâ˘. The sky darkened even more, the wind howling, the trees bending, and you could faintly hear the sound of Ace, Deuce, and the others screaming in the distance.
Your casual dismissal of the teapot had, quite literally, ruined lives.
Before you could say anything else, the chaos squad came barreling toward you like a human avalanche, looking like theyâd been through a war zone.
Ace was covered in frosting, Deuce had bits of shattered china stuck in his hair, and Trey was holding onto what looked like the remnants of a cake stand. Cater was still trying to get a selfie in, even though he looked like heâd been through a tornado.
âFIX. THIS.â Ace wheezed, dropping to his knees dramatically. âBEFORE WE ALL DIE.â
âRiddleâs about to combust,â Deuce added, his eyes wide. âPlease. Weâre begging you.â
Trey just gave you a calm look. âIf you donât make this right soon, I donât know if weâll make it to the end of the day.â
You sighed, realizing there was no escape. Youâd have to face the stormâliterallyâand make things right.
Turning back to Malleus, you slid off the bench and stood in front of him, gently tugging on his sleeve. âMalleus?â
His eyes, still stormy, met yours, but he didnât say anything. The wind continued to howl, the sky still dark.
âIâm really sorry,â you said, your voice soft and apologetic. âI didnât mean to dismiss your teapot. Itâs beautiful, really. I was justâŚdistracted.â
Malleusâs eyes narrowed slightly, but the wind died down just a little. Progress.
âIâd never intentionally dismiss something thatâs important to you,â you continued, taking his hand in yours. âPlease forgive me? Iâll pay more attention next time, I promise.â
The storm finally started to calm as Malleusâs expression softened. The sky cleared up, and the wind turned into a gentle breeze.
He sighed dramatically, though it was more theatrical than anything. âVery well, my treasure. I suppose I can forgive you this time. But you owe me proper attention.â
Relieved, you grinned and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. âHow about I give you all the attention you want right now?â
That did it. The storm completely vanished, and Malleusâs mood visibly brightened. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a possessive, yet affectionate embrace. âI suppose thatâs acceptable,â he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head.
Behind you, the chaos squad groaned.
âOh, sure,â Ace said, rolling his eyes. âOne cute kiss, and suddenly the hurricane stops. What even is our life?â
âLetâs just never bring up teapots again,â Deuce muttered, shaking bits of pastry out of his hair.
Cater, who had finally managed to get a decent selfie, grinned. âWell, at least we survived!â
You chuckled as Malleus nuzzled into your hair, clearly pleased with your apology. At least for now, disaster had been averted. But something told you that this wouldnât be the last time youâd have to apologize for accidentally setting off your dragon boyfriend.
But hey, at least you had kisses to fix everything, right?
Instance 2: The compliment conundrum
It started as one of those innocent slip-upsâthe kind that makes you wonder why you even opened your mouth in the first place. You were lounging by the side of the spelldrive field, watching NRCâs teams practice. Malleus, busy handling his own royal duties, hadnât been able to make it to practice today, so youâd spent the afternoon watching Leona and his squad dominate the field.
It wasnât like you were doing anything wrong. You were just⌠appreciating talent, right? And Leona was talented. You couldnât help but admire the way he effortlessly dodged tackles, sending spells whizzing through the air with precision. The guy was annoying, sure, but he had undeniable skill.
So when you casually mentioned to Jack and Ruggie, âMan, Leonaâs got some impressive moves,â you thought nothing of it.
Until you felt the ground crack beneath you.
You froze mid-sentence, glancing around as a creeping, eerie silence settled over the field. The other players stopped in their tracks, confusion spreading across their faces. The once lush, green training grounds were slowly transforming before your very eyesâthe grass yellowing, the soil drying, the sky dimming. It was like nature had collectively decided, Nope, weâre out.
Jack blinked at the ground, then at you, his eyes wide with dawning horror. âDid⌠Did you justâ?â
Ruggie, a master of putting two and two together, slapped his hand to his face. âOh, no. Not again.â
Before you could even ask what was happening, you heard the faintest sound of rumbling in the distance, like some ancient, angry being had woken up from its nap. And thatâs when the full weight of your mistake hit you.
Youâd praised Leona. And Malleus, who was more possessive than a dragon guarding his hoard, definitely heard you.
âOh, crap,â you muttered, already starting to backpedal. âOh, crap, crap, crapââ
The drought spread faster, draining every last drop of moisture from the air. The once-pristine spelldrive field now looked like a scene out of some post-apocalyptic desert movie. Cracks snaked across the ground, the once-refreshing breeze now felt like it was straight out of the Sahara, and the remaining players started wheezing from the dry heat.
Leona, of course, was the first to piece things together. He sauntered over, glancing at the parched earth beneath his feet, then back up at you with a deadly glare.
You tried to stammer out an excuse, but Ruggie was already grabbing your arm and yanking you toward the nearest path off the field. Jack, looking somewhere between worried and resigned, trailed after you.
âListen,â Ruggie said in a panic, âwe gotta fix this now, or the whole schoolâs gonna turn into a wasteland.â
âI didnât mean to!â you protested as they half-dragged you across the desertified landscape. âIt was just a compliment!â
âYou canât just compliment Leona when youâre dating Malleus!â Jack huffed, sweat dripping from his forehead as the oppressive heat intensified. âYou should know better by now!â
You felt a bead of sweat trickle down your temple as you tried to keep up with their frantic pace. âI didnât know he was that possessive!â
âOh, he is,â Ruggie muttered, glancing nervously at the sky. âAnd heâs sulking. You know what that means.â
You groaned. Yes, you did know what that meant. A sulking Malleus equaled world-ending storms, natural disasters, and in this caseâapocalyptic droughts.
Leona, who had followed you guys, clearly had enough of this nonsense. He stomped up behind you, glaring daggers. âYouâve ruined my field,â he growled, voice dripping with irritation. âDo me a favor and never say anything nice about me again.â
âDonât worry, Leona,â you sighed, exasperated. âIâll only insult you from now on. Promise.â
âGood,â Leona grumbled, adjusting his collar. âNow fix your dragon before I lose my mind.â
By the time you reached Malleus, the situation had reached catastrophic levels. The entire island felt like it was one sunny day away from turning into a desert. The sky was an angry, cloudless blue, and even the birds had fled, probably deciding they didnât want to risk spontaneous combustion.
And there, in the middle of the courtyard, sat your dragon boyfriend, arms crossed, looking as grumpy as youâd ever seen him. His aura was practically radiating misery.
âMalleus,â you called out, panting from the trek across the sun-baked campus.
He turned his head slightly, just enough to acknowledge your presence, but didnât say a word. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowed, and you could practically see the pout written all over his face.
Ruggie gave you a light shove. âWell, go on. Apologize before we all die of thirst.â
You shot him a look, but he wasnât wrong. Sighing, you stepped closer to Malleus and knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. âHey⌠I didnât mean to upset you.â
He huffed, his gaze fixed stubbornly ahead. âYou praised another.â
âI didnât realize it was such a big deal,â you said softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. âI swear, I didnât mean anything by it. I only have eyes for you, you know that.â
Malleus remained silent for a moment, but you could feel his mood softening. The tension in the air eased ever so slightly, the heat less intense, the grass no longer crumbling beneath your feet.
âI donât like sharing your admiration,â he murmured, still not quite looking at you. âEspecially with him.â
âLeonaâs not a threat,â you chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. âHeâs too busy napping to notice, anyway.â
That earned a tiny smirk from Malleus, though he was clearly still in sulk mode. You couldnât help but smile as you nuzzled into his neck, placing little butterfly kisses along his jawline. âCome on⌠Iâll make it up to you. Iâll praise you for hours if you want. No one is more worthy of my compliments than you.â
That finally did the trick. His stiff posture relaxed, and he let out a deep sigh. âVery well,â he murmured, turning his head to look at you. âI suppose I can forgive you⌠this time.â
You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his chest. âThank you, Your Highness.â
Malleus, now fully basking in your affection, wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head. The sky finally returned to normal, the air cooling down, and the earth itself seemed to let out a relieved sigh.
Meanwhile, back on the now-saved-from-death spelldrive field, Leona collapsed onto the cracked ground with an annoyed grunt. âI swear, if they ever break up, Iâm moving to a different continent.â
âHonestly, same,â Ruggie groaned, lying down beside him. Jack just nodded in agreement, too tired to even complain.
But as the world finally returned to normal, and you cuddled up against your not-so-grumpy-anymore dragon boyfriend, you couldnât help but think that maybeâjust maybeâyouâd be more careful with your compliments from now on.
âŚMaybe.
Instance 3: Dinner Downpour
It had started out as an innocent evening. Just you, Malleus, and a nice dinner at the Mostro Lounge. You figured it was a good ideaâa cozy meal, some quiet time away from the usual chaos. Plus, Malleus had never been to the Lounge before, and you wanted to show him a little piece of what passed for fine dining at NRC.
Everything was going smoothly. The candlelight cast a soft glow over the table, and Malleus seemed to be enjoying himself, even if he occasionally side-eyed the giant aquariums and questionable dishes swimming in ink. You were halfway through your meal when it happened. The moment that would soon be known as The Great Mostro Lounge Flood of the Century.
Malleus, eyes warm and his tone utterly princely, leaned toward you as the waiter left the bill on the table. âAllow me to cover this,â he said, reaching for his walletâor whatever it was that dragons carry their horde in. âI would like to treat you.â
You, not sensing the danger, waved him off with a smile. âNo need, Malleus. Iâve got this.â
Oh no.
If you could rewind time, maybe you wouldâve noticed the way his expression faltered ever so slightly. The tiniest furrow of his brow, the faint tightening of his grip on his silverware. But you didnât. You were oblivious. You, poor unfortunate soul, paid the bill yourself.
And thatâs when the first clap of thunder rolled through the building.
It didnât take long for things to go from zero to weâre-all-gonna-die levels of chaos. The sky outside darkened almost instantly, rain pouring down like the heavens had just decided to empty all their buckets at once. But it wasnât just rainâoh no, this was a full-blown, hurricane-tier downpour. Lightning flashed, illuminating the shocked faces of the Mostro Lounge patrons as water started seeping in through the windows.
Inside, chaos erupted. The once-elegant ambiance of the Mostro Lounge turned into something out of a disaster movie. Jade was frantically trying to keep the dining area dry with what looked like twenty towels, but the water just kept rising. Floyd was sitting on top of a table, cackling at the sheer absurdity of it all, while Azul was on the verge of a mental breakdown, clutching his ledger to his chest as if it could somehow save him from bankruptcy.
âWHAT DID YOU DO?!â Azulâs voice broke through the chaos as he practically teleported to your side, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a maraca.
âIâI donât know!â you stammered, still processing the fact that the place was flooding. âWe were just having dinner!â
âOh, you were âjust having dinner,ââ Azul mocked, his voice climbing an octave as the water level rose past your ankles. âSure, just dinnerâand now Iâm watching my profits swim away!â
Jade appeared next, a suspiciously calm smile on his face despite the absolute catastrophe around him. âYou didnât happen to upset the prince of Briar Valley, did you?â
Floyd leaned in, grinning like a maniac. âYeah, did ya snub him or somethinâ? This is hilarious.â
Your face paled. Oh no. You replayed the scene in your headâthe offer to pay, your refusalâand realization hit you like one of the lightning bolts currently striking outside. âOh my god. Heâs upset because I didnât let him pay.â
âThatâs it?!â Floyd burst out laughing, clutching his sides. âAll this âcause you didnât let him foot the bill? Man, thatâs rich!â
Azulâs eye twitched. âFix. This. Now.â
âI didnât think it was that big of a deal!â you protested, feeling the water slosh against your calves as the storm outside intensified. âI just wanted to treat him for once!â
âClearly, that was a mistake,â Jade said, entirely too serene for someone standing in knee-deep water. âI suggest you⌠rectify it.â
âRectify it,â Azul echoed, his eyes narrowing dangerously. âOr I swear Iâll have you and your little dragon both in debt until youâre ancient fossils.â
Floyd, still howling with laughter, gave you a light shove toward the entrance. âBetter hurry, Shrimpy, before we gotta start charging people for canoe rentals!â
You rushed outside, braving the storm as the winds whipped around you. The ground was already flooded, rain pelting down so hard you could barely see two feet in front of you. But there, standing in the middle of it all like some tragic figure from a gothic romance novel, was Malleus.
He wasnât even trying to shield himself from the rainâhe just stood there, soaked, staring up at the stormy sky as if summoning the wrath of the heavens. His mood was palpable, the air around him crackling with discontent.
âMalleus!â you called out, running over and nearly slipping in a puddle. âMalleus, wait!â
He glanced down at you, a flash of vulnerability in his eyes quickly masked by his usual regal composure. âI thought⌠I could treat you. It seems you do not trust me to do even that.â
You winced. He wasnât angry, not really. He was hurt. You shouldâve known betterâMalleus was always thinking about how to show you he cared, and this was just one more way for him to do that. And youâd brushed him off without realizing the significance.
âHey, thatâs not it at all,â you said softly, stepping closer and taking his hands in yours. âI just⌠I wanted to treat you this time. But I didnât realize how important it was to you.â
The storm rumbled ominously overhead, but you could feel his mood starting to shift.
You squeezed his hands, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. âIâm sorry, Malleus. I didnât mean to make you feel like I didnât appreciate it. You always take such good care of me.â
His shoulders relaxed slightly, the tension easing from his posture. âI simply wished to show you how much I treasure our time together.â
âAnd I treasure you,â you said, giving him a gentle smile. âSo how about thisâIâll let you treat me next time. Dinner, ice cream, whatever you want. Youâre in charge.â
The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. âYou promise?â
âI promise,â you replied, kissing him again for good measure. âBut for now, maybe we could, uh⌠ease up on the weather a bit? I think Azulâs about to have a heart attack.â
Malleus chuckled softly, the storm clouds above beginning to break apart as the rain slowed to a drizzle. âVery well. I shall spare themâfor now.â
Back inside the Lounge, Azul was clinging to his precious ledger like a lifeline, watching with wide eyes as the floodwaters slowly receded. The place was still a soaked mess, but at least it wasnât Atlantis anymore.
Floyd, leaning against the bar, gave you a lazy grin as you walked back in, hand-in-hand with Malleus. âWell, looks like you managed to cool down your dragon, huh? Good job, Shrimpy.â
Jade smiled pleasantly, though you could tell there was relief in his gaze. âThe Lounge owes you a great debt.â
Azul, drenched and looking like heâd aged ten years, just sighed. âPlease. Next time⌠just let him pay.â
You grinned sheepishly. âNoted.â
Malleus, still holding your hand, glanced down at you with a fond expression. âShall we continue our evening?â
You smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of his affection, even if he had almost accidentally drowned the entire restaurant. âYeah, letâs go.â
And as you left the Mostro Lounge, water still dripping from the ceiling and Floydâs laughter echoing behind you, you couldnât help but think that for all the chaos that came with dating the prince of Briar Valley, it was worth every second.
Instance 4: Deserted Dreams
It all started with an innocent suggestion over breakfast. You and Malleus were sitting at your usual spot in Diasomnia, peacefully munching on breakfast. Things were nice, calmâMalleus was in a good mood, the sun was shining, and there hadnât been any catastrophic magical incidents for a solid two days.
But, of course, you just had to ruin it.
"So," you said, casually buttering a slice of toast, "I was thinking⌠maybe for our next vacation, instead of going to Briar Valley again, we could head over to the Scalding Sands? I heard Kalim raving about the heat and all the festivals, and I thought it might be fun to experience a little warmth for a change."
Malleus, who had been sipping his tea, froze. He looked at you, his eyes wide and a bit too intense. "The Scalding Sands?" he repeated slowly.
"Yeah, you knowâsun, sand, maybe a beach or two. Something different!" You smiled, clearly not reading the massive red flags flying in the air. "I mean, donât get me wrong, Briar Valley is great and all, but we always go there. I thought a change of scenery would be nice!"
And that, was when the Dorms of Scarabia and Diasomnia turned into a hellish desert wasteland.
It started slowlyâjust a bit of extra heat creeping into the room, making you fidget in your seat. Then it escalated. The temperature spiked dramatically, and before you knew it, the dorm felt like someone had thrown open the gates to the underworld and invited the sun to personally burn it all down. You swore you could hear the sound of sand shifting beneath your feet, though you were still indoors. Indoors, for crying out loud!
Malleus sat in silence, clearly displeased. His usual dark, moody aura was now tinged with the kind of slow-boiling frustration that made you realize: youâd made a huge mistake.
Just as you were about to apologize and backpedal your way out of the desertification of Diasomnia and Scarabia, a loud crash echoed from outside, followed by a chorus of complaints.
You stepped out of the dorm and were met with chaos. The whole area around Diasomnia had transformed into an arid, sweltering desert. The grass? Gone. The trees? Withered. The nice, cool breeze that used to blow through? Now replaced by blistering heat waves. Students were dragging themselves around, sweating profusely as the once lush grounds became a scorching wasteland.
At the heart of the chaos stood Kalim, as cheerful as ever, while a very sweaty and very done Jamil stood nearby, looking like he had reached the end of his rope.
Jamil spotted you immediately and marched over, steam practically rising off his skin. âWhat did you do?!â he hissed, looking like he was five seconds away from spontaneous combustion.
"Iâ" you stammered, glancing at Kalim, who was happily waving a fan like he was at a resort.
"Isnât this great?!" Kalim chirped, smiling ear to ear. "It feels just like home! Now we can have all the desert parties we want! Thanks for the heatwave!"
You blinked. "Um⌠youâre welcome?"
"No," Jamil interjected, glaring at you like youâd personally set him on fire. âDonât thank them! What possessed you to turn Scarabia into a furnace?!â
You grimaced, wiping sweat from your brow. âItâs not my fault! I just suggested we vacation in the Scalding Sands instead of Briar Valley andâ"
"You did what?!" Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. "So because you didnât want to vacation in Briar Valley, this happens? Do you know how long itâs going to take to get the dorm back to normal? Or the fact that Iâm now stuck babysitting Kalim in what feels like the surface of the sun?"
Kalim, still oblivious to the suffering around him, beamed. âYou should make up with Malleus! Then maybe we can have two vacations!â
Jamilâs eye twitched.
It didnât take long before you were escorted (dragged) back to Malleus, courtesy of a very sunburned Jamil and a still-chipper Kalim. They deposited you at the door to Diasomnia, giving you the kind of look that screamed fix this, or weâll make you regret it.
Sighing, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. Unsurprisingly, it was even hotter indoors than it had been outside. Malleus was sitting in the corner of the common room, his arms crossed and his gaze distant, like he was contemplating the deep mysteries of lifeâor brooding over your vacation suggestion. Probably the latter.
âMalleus?â you called softly, approaching him carefully as the air around him practically sizzled with residual magic.
He didnât respond, still looking like a dragon that had just been told his gold stash was getting replaced with copper coins.
You sighed and knelt down in front of him. âIâm sorry,â you said, resting a hand on his knee. âI didnât mean to make you upset. I just thought itâd be nice to see a new place, but if you want to go back to Briar Valley, thatâs totally fine. We can go wherever you want.â
Malleus blinked, finally looking down at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. âYou wished to travel somewhere unfamiliar,â he murmured, his voice low. âI should have taken your desires into account. But⌠the thought of you preferring another land over mine⌠it unsettled me.â
You blinked. âWait, is that what this is about? Malleus, I love Briar Valley! I just wanted to try something new, but it doesnât mean I donât want to go back. We could go anywhere, and Iâd be happy as long as Iâm with you.â
He softened even more, the heat in the room fading as his magic began to relax. âYou mean that?â
You smiled and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. âOf course I do.â
His arms, once tense, reached out to pull you into his lap, holding you close as if the idea of you slipping away to some other land without him had weighed far too heavily on his mind. You snuggled into him, feeling the last traces of heatwave melt away into nothing but warmth and comfort.
Malleus nuzzled his face into your hair, his voice a soft rumble. âThen we shall go wherever your heart desires. As long as we are together.â
You chuckled, pressing another kiss to his jaw. âOkay, deal. But, uh, maybe we avoid any more heatwave-related disasters? Jamil might actually combust next time.â
Malleus chuckled softly, his mood lightening as he held you close. âVery well. I shall spare them from further torment⌠this time.â
And as you cuddled into him, the remnants of the desert wasteland outside slowly returning to normal, you couldnât help but think that as long as you had Malleus (and could keep him happy), the worldâweather catastrophes includedâwould be just fine.
Instance 5: Fashion Fiasco
You and Malleus were at one of Vilâs fashion shows, sitting in the audience with everyone else as Vil strutted his stuff on the runway, looking absolutely flawless as per usual. The lights sparkled, the music boomed, and Vil practically radiated beauty and grace in an outfit that could only be described as something plucked straight from a dream.
"Wow," you breathed, eyes wide as you watched Vil pose dramatically at the end of the runway. "Vil really does look amazing, doesnât he? Like, how is anyone supposed to compete with that level of perfection?"
Malleus, sitting beside you, went absolutely still.
It didnât register right away. You were too busy marveling at Vilâs next ensemble to notice Malleus stiffening beside you, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. But as the next model waltzed down the runway, you felt a sudden chill in the air. Literally.
You blinked. Was it just you, or was it⌠colder? You glanced up at the ceiling, frowning as tiny snowflakes started to drift down from nowhere. The air grew icy, your breath visible as the temperature plummeted in mere seconds.
"What theâ" You stood up, just in time to see the entire fashion show being transformed into a literal winter wonderland. Snow was now falling heavily, frosting over the runway, the lights, and, most importantly, Vilâs perfect hair.
The shriek that followed was one of pure, unbridled horror.
âNo! My HAIR!â Vil screeched, desperately clutching his head as snowflakes clung to his golden locks, which were slowly wilting under the weight of the ice. âThis is a disaster!â
Models fled the scene, their designer clothes dragging through snowdrifts that were rapidly accumulating on stage. The music cut off, the audience panicked, and Vil looked like he was about five seconds away from declaring the end of the world.
Amidst the chaos, Rook Hunt stood in the middle of the snowy storm, spinning in circles with glee. âMagnifique!â he cried, twirling with open arms as if he were auditioning for a Broadway production of Frozen. âThe raw beauty of nature meets the elegance of fashionâoh, how the world has blessed us with this miracle of frost!â
âROOK!â Vil screeched again, eyes wide and wild as he triedâand failedâto maintain some sense of composure. âThis is NOT a miracle! This is a CATASTROPHE! My showâmy hair!â
Epel, looking somewhere between terrified and confused, rushed up to you, nearly slipping on the snow-covered floor in his haste. âWe need your help!â he gasped, grabbing your arm and shaking it with the desperation of someone who knew what was at stake here. âYou have to do something! Malleus is causing the storm!â
You blinked, still processing the fact that this wasnât just some freak weather event but a full-on emotional meltdown from your very moody fae boyfriend.
âMalleus is⌠mad?â you asked, finally connecting the dots.
âOf course heâs mad!â Epel huffed, snowflakes clinging to his own purple hair. âYou complimented Vil! Now he thinks you like Vil more than him! Weâre all gonna freeze to death if you donât fix it!â
âOh⌠oh no.â
It took a few minutes (and a shove from a panicked Vil) to find Malleus, who had retreated to the far corner of the room, looking like a grumpy snow dragon with his arms crossed and snowflakes swirling around him. His expression was dark, brooding, and way too dramatic for someone who was causing a blizzard in the middle of a fashion show.
You approached cautiously, trying not to slip on the ice that was now coating the floor. âMalleus?â you called softly, inching closer. âAre you⌠okay?â
He glanced at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. âI see you were quite taken with Vilâs appearance today.â
You blinked, a bit thrown off by the sheer seriousness in his tone. âUh, I mean⌠yeah, Vilâs always beautiful. But, um, you know thatâs just how he is. Itâs his whole thing.â
Malleusâs frown deepened. âSo you find him more beautiful than me.â
Oh. Oh.
You nearly facepalmed at the realization. âMalleus, no, thatâs not what I meant!â you rushed to say, waving your hands in a flustered manner. âVil is beautiful, but youâyouâre, like, otherworldly! You know, fae beauty and all that. No one could possibly compare!â
Malleus eyed you warily, his lips pursed. âSo⌠you do not prefer him over me?"
âOf course not!â you said quickly, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm. âYouâre the most beautiful person I know. No one comes close to your level of magnificence, I swear.â
There was a long, heavy pause. Then, ever so slowly, the storm began to die down. The snowflakes stopped falling, the icy chill in the air dissipated, and the temperature returned to normal. Malleusâs expression softened, his moody sulk fading as he looked down at you with a much gentler gaze.
âIs that truly how you feel?â he asked quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
You smiled up at him, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. âOf course, Malleus. Youâre my favorite, always.â
Malleus visibly brightened at that, his usual regal aura returning as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a warm embrace. âVery well, then. I shall forgive this transgression. But only because you have reassured me of your affections.â
You giggled, snuggling into his chest. âIâll make sure to tell you more often how beautiful you are.â
Vil then walks directly up to you and stares you down. "If you're done wrecking my show, could ypu please keep your dragon in check?"
All you can do is grin sheepishly at him.
Instance 6: Gaming Shenanigans
It all started because of that one last raid. You and Idia were deep in an epic gaming marathon, tackling a boss so difficult that even Idiaâself-proclaimed gaming godâhad to break out his limited-edition controller. It was all good fun, hours flying by without you even noticing, as you spammed attacks and worked together like the perfect gaming duo you were.
That is, until Idia hit you with a question that made your stomach drop.
"So, uh, aren't you supposed to, like... do something tonight?" Idia asked, mid-battle. His voice was a little too casual, almost like he already knew the answer but was waiting for you to figure it out yourself.
You froze for a split second, still pressing buttons but no longer fully paying attention. Something... tonight? What could heâ
Oh no.
You had plans tonight. With Malleus.
Specifically, your nightly walks around campus, which had become somewhat of a ritual. Every night, youâd stroll through the darkened grounds, hand-in-hand, talking about anything and everything. It was Malleusâs favorite part of the dayâsomething he eagerly looked forward to.
And youâd⌠forgotten.
Your eyes darted to your phone, which was lying face down on the desk, completely ignored for the last several hours. You didnât even need to check it to know what youâd find: missed calls, unread messages, probably a voicemail or two from Malleus, wondering where you were.
"Oh no," you whispered, voice barely audible over the sounds of explosions and battle cries on screen.
"Wait, what?" Idiaâs character paused for a second as he glanced at you. "Did you just say 'oh no'? What 'oh no'? Are we talking minor 'oh no' or, like, 'I've-angered-a-final-boss-oh-no'?"
You gulped, heart sinking as you realized just how much trouble you were in. "Um... the second one. Definitely the second one."
Before Idia could even react, the room went dark. The power cut out so fast, you barely had time to process it. The glow of the screens, the hum of electronicsâall gone, leaving only the soft pitter-patter of rain against the window.
Idia's horrified gasp echoed through the sudden silence.
"No. No, no, no, no, noâthis canât be happening! We were in the middle of a raid!â His hands flew to his hair, the blue flames flickering wildly as panic set in. "Dude, you forgot your dragon?!"
The color drained from your face as the gravity of the situation fully hit. âIâumâgot distracted?â
Idiaâs eyes widened, and he stood up so fast his chair rolled backwards. "Distracted?! You forgot about your nightly walks with the dragon fae, and now weâre sitting in a power outage caused by his emotional spiral?!â
In the faint glow of Idiaâs flame-lit hair, you saw Ortho zip into the room, looking far too calm given the circumstances. âI detected a sudden shift in weather patterns around campus. It seems like the storm has caused a widespread blackout. Should I assume itâs related to Malleus Draconiaâs emotional state?â
"YES!" Idia practically screeched, pointing at you in betrayal. "They ditched Malleus for gaming, and now weâre all suffering the consequences! Ortho, tell them to fix it, please! I beg you!â
Ortho turned to you with his usual chipper smile. âI suggest you go to Malleus and make amends before the entire campus loses power. Iâve already calculated a 98% chance that further emotional distress will result in structural damage to the dorm.â
Idia groaned, burying his face in his hands. âThis is why you never piss off boss-level boyfriends. Itâs just common sense.â
So, thatâs how you found yourself trudging through the stormy night, rain soaking your clothes as you made your way to find Malleus. The lightning flashed overhead, thunder rumbling ominously as you approached the usual meeting spot for your nightly walks.
And there he wasâstanding alone, looking very much like the picture of heartbreak. His tall figure was framed by the pouring rain, his expression a perfect blend of hurt and brooding. The storm seemed to swirl around him, almost as if it were a physical manifestation of his emotions.
âMalleus,â you called out, rushing toward him, your voice barely audible over the sound of rain. âIâm so sorry!â
He turned slowly, his eyes glinting in the dim light. âYou did not answer my calls.â
âI know, I know! I got caught up in a game with Idia, and I didnât check my phone, andâwell, now we have a blackout.â
His lips twitched ever so slightly, his gaze softening just a fraction. âYou left me waiting, and the storm came.â
You winced, feeling a pang of guilt. âI didnât mean to forget about our walk. I love spending time with youâI swear.â
Malleus let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. âI do not wish to be a burden to you.â
âBurden?â you echoed, stepping closer until you were right in front of him, the rain pouring down between you. âMalleus, youâre not a burden. I love our walks. I love spending time with you. I just⌠lost track of time. Thatâs all.â
For a moment, there was silence, the only sound being the rain hitting the ground. Then, to your surprise, Malleus looked away, a faint hint of vulnerability in his expression. âDo you⌠truly mean that?â
Without thinking, you reached up, gently cupping his face in your hands. âOf course I do. Thereâs no one Iâd rather be with.â
Malleusâs gaze softened further, and slowlyâso slowlyâthe storm began to quiet. The rain lessened, the wind died down, and the oppressive atmosphere that had settled over the campus lifted. He stared at you for a long moment, searching your face as if looking for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he finally let out a soft chuckle, the corners of his mouth turning up in a faint smile.
âYou always manage to calm me,â he murmured, leaning into your touch.
You smiled back, feeling warmth spread through your chest despite the cold rain. âI guess Iâm just good at soothing dragons.â
Malleus raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. âPerhaps.â
The rain had stopped entirely by now, leaving only a light mist in the air. You let out a relieved sigh, brushing some stray raindrops off Malleusâs cheek before standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips.
âIâll never forget our walks again,â you whispered against his lips, earning a quiet hum of approval from him.
âI shall hold you to that,â he replied, his voice warm with affection. âNow, shall we take that walk?â
You nodded, intertwining your fingers with his. The world felt calmer now, the storm gone, replaced by the soft glow of moonlight breaking through the clouds. Malleusâs mood had lifted entirely, and as the two of you strolled through the now-quiet campus, you couldnât help but feel content.
And, of course, Idia and Orthoâs screens flickered back to life, much to their relief.
Instance 7: Dessert Disaster
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were about to partake in a picnic with none other than Malleus, Lilia, Silver, and Sebek. Everything was perfect. The blanket was laid out beneath a sprawling tree, food arranged carefully across itâcourtesy of Malleus himself, who had spent hours in the kitchen the night before, preparing what he considered to be the pièce de rĂŠsistance: a pie.
Not just any pie. No, this was a Malleus Draconia-crafted masterpiece. The filling was made from rare berries heâd harvested himself, the crust baked to a perfect golden brown. You could practically smell the love (and maybe a little lightning) that had gone into it.
Malleus, with a glint of pride in his eyes, carefully handed you a slice. "I hope it meets your expectations, my love."
You eagerly took a bite, eyes widening as the flavors exploded on your tongue. It was amazing. No, better than amazingâit was downright phenomenal. How did he even manage to bake something this good? A prince of darkness and a master chef? This was unfair.
"This slaps," you declared, totally unaware of the impending doom those words were about to unleash.
The moment the words left your mouth, you noticed a visible shift in Malleusâs expression. The proud smile heâd worn just seconds ago faltered, his brow furrowing in confusion. His green eyes darkened, clouds suddenly appearing overhead. You could feel the electricity in the air as the temperature dropped.
"I see," Malleus murmured, voice tight. "So⌠you dislike it."
Wait. What?
You blinked, realization dawning far too slowly. Oh no.
Before you could correct him, Malleus was already raising his hand, a faint crackle of magic sparking between his fingers. You could practically hear the thunder rumbling in the distance as he stared down at the pie slice in your hand, preparing to smite the poor, innocent pastry.
"No, no, no, noâwait!" You waved your arms frantically, standing up so fast you nearly tripped over the picnic blanket.
Sebek, meanwhile, had already leapt to his feet, eyes blazing with righteous fury. "How dare you insult Master Malleusâs baking?!" he shouted, fists clenched. "His skill is unmatched, and yet you have the audacity to call his creationâ"
"Sebek." Silverâs voice, calm but firm, interrupted the impending tirade. He was still sitting, but his eyes were half-open now, watching the situation unfold with mild concern. "They didnât mean it that way."
Lilia, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He was absolutely delighted by the chaos unfolding, his laughter ringing out across the clearing. "Oh, this is too good!" he cackled, practically rolling on the blanket. "I havenât seen this much excitement at a picnic in centuries! You modern humans and your strange expressions never fail to entertain!"
You shot him a look that screamed, Please stop encouraging this.
Silver, bless his soul, finally spoke up again, this time turning his attention to you. "You might want to explain before the weather gets worse." He nodded toward the now very ominous-looking clouds gathering above Malleus.
Right. Explaining. You could do that.
You turned back to Malleus, who still looked like he was contemplating whether to zap the pie or not. You could tell his feelings were hurtâhis brow was furrowed, his lips set in a tight line. And the thought of him feeling like that, all because of a misunderstanding, made your heart clench.
"Malleus," you said, stepping closer and reaching for his hand. "When I said âthis slaps,â I meant itâs really good. Like, insanely good. Amazing. Best pie Iâve ever had."
Malleusâs stormy expression faltered slightly, though the dark clouds remained. "But you said it âslaps.â"
"Thatâs modern slang," you explained, gently squeezing his hand. "Itâs a compliment. I promise."
Malleus blinked, the magic at his fingertips dissipating as he processed your words. "So⌠you enjoyed it?"
"Absolutely. You knocked it out of the park with this pie." You gave him your most reassuring smile. "I could eat the whole thing."
The storm clouds began to thin, sunlight peeking through once more. Malleus tilted his head, considering this new information, and slowlyâvery slowlyâa smile returned to his face.
"It pleases me to hear that," he said, his voice softening.
Meanwhile, Sebek was still standing there, sputtering indignantly. "W-Well, if thatâs what they meant, then⌠of course Master Malleusâs pie is the best! I knew that all along!"
Lilia, still chuckling, waved a dismissive hand at Sebek. "Oh, calm down, boy. No harm done. Besides, now we know modern slang! What other fascinating phrases do you have, I wonder?"
Silver sighed, finally sitting up properly. "Maybe letâs avoid any more slang for today."
With the situation calming down, you took the opportunity to lean in closer to Malleus, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek. "Iâm really sorry for the confusion," you murmured. "Youâre an amazing baker, and your pie is delicious. I meant that, okay?"
Malleusâs cheeks flushed ever so slightly at the affection, and he gave a small nod. "I believe you."
Feeling a wave of relief wash over you, you pressed another kiss to his lips, slow and tender, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way his hand gently squeezed yours in return. The last of the clouds above you finally cleared, leaving the sky blue and bright once more. The storm was over, and everything was at peace again.
"Shall we enjoy the rest of our picnic, then?" Malleus asked, his voice much lighter now.
You nodded enthusiastically, sitting back down beside him. "Absolutely. And just so weâre clearâyour food? Total banger."
Malleus raised a brow, clearly still unfamiliar with the term but now much more accepting of your strange modern ways. "I see. I shall take that as a compliment."
Sebek, still recovering from his earlier outrage, grumbled something under his breath, but you didnât care. Lilia was still snickering, Silver was finally getting comfortable again, and Malleus was happy. Everything was right in the world.
And hey, now you knewâif you ever wanted to spice things up at a picnic, all it took was a little modern slang.
Instance 8: Destruction of NRC (Well, almost)
Crowleyâs âmagnanimous natureâ was, quite frankly, killing you. Whether it was sorting mountains of paperwork, being sent on endless errands, or handling Grimâs regular chaos, you were exhausted. Every muscle in your body ached, your eyes had dark circles deeper than any pit, and you were pretty sure you were on your third day of functioning on nothing but caffeine and sheer spite.
Grim, bless his fiery little heart, watched you from his perch on your bed, tail flicking in irritation as you barely managed to drag yourself into Ramshackle after another long, thankless day.
âUgh, henchhuman! You look like death warmed over,â Grim sniffed, narrowing his eyes at you. âHow long do you plan on letting that featherbrained Crowley walk all over you?â
You groaned, flopping face-first into your pillow. âAs long as it takes to survive this semester, Grim. No one else is going to deal with his nonsense. Not like I have a choice.â
Grim was silent for a moment, watching you with uncharacteristic concern. Then, in a low mumble, he said, âWell, Iâve had enough. Youâre my henchhuman, and I wonât let him destroy you.â
You thought Grim was just being dramatic. But when you woke up the next morning to the sound of distant thunder rumbling ominously across the sky, you had a very, very bad feeling.
By the time you made it to NRC, the situation was in full swing. You arrived just in time to witness Crowley practically on his knees, looking like a man who had stared death in the face and lived to tell the taleâbarely.
The sky above NRC was pitch black, clouds swirling and crackling with magic as the wind howled through the campus. A storm of epic proportions had descended, and it wasnât just any storm. This was a Malleus Draconia-grade storm. The kind that didnât just bring rain or windâit brought devastation, and everyone was cowering indoors, peeking through windows, afraid to go outside.
Crowley spotted you immediately, rushing over with his cape flapping dramatically behind him as he stumbled, nearly slipping in the mud.
âPlease,â he cried, hands clutching your shoulders as if you were his last lifeline. âPlease, you must calm him down! I beg of you, prefect, do something!â
You raised a brow, half-expecting some pitiful excuse, but the Headmaster, in all his avian glory, had gone straight to the begging stage. âWhat did you do this time?â you sighed, knowing it had to be his fault.
âI did nothing! Absolutely nothing! Well, perhaps Iâve⌠been a little harsh on you, but thatâs no reason for him to destroy the entire campus!â Crowley wailed, looking pitiful as a gust of wind nearly knocked him off balance.
âIâll pay you! Iâll pay you an actual wage! Iâll give you a budget to renovate Ramshackle, and Iâll personally sponsor your vacation! Just pleaseâstop him before thereâs nothing left of Night Raven College!â
You blinked. Did⌠did you just get a salary offer? And a vacation? And a renovation budget? This was new.
Before you could process the sheer absurdity of the situation, Professor Crewel passed by with his coat dramatically billowing in the wind. âHonestly,â he muttered under his breath, âabout time that birdbrain faced some consequences for his incompetence.â
Professor Trein, walking with his trusty feline Lucius, shook his head gravely. âAt this point, the Headmaster deserves everything thatâs coming to him.â
âDo you not see the storm?!â Crowley shrieked, pointing to the lightning that was now dangerously close to striking the bell tower.
Both professors exchanged a look before continuing on their way, Crewel muttering something about how this was Crowleyâs mess to fix.
You couldnât help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction seeing the Headmaster squirm. But at the same time, NRC was at risk of being blown off the map if you didnât act soon. And judging by the way Grim was laughing maniacally in the corner, proudly declaring how he âfixedâ your problems, this was going to be on you to clean up.
With a sigh, you gave Crowley a nod. âFine. Iâll talk to him. But if you go back on any of those promisesââ
âI wonât!â Crowley promised, hands clasped as if in prayer. âI swear on the very foundation of this school, you will be compensated!â
You rolled your eyes but turned on your heel to head toward Diasomnia. The storm seemed to know you were coming, the wind parting just enough to allow you passage. The moment you stepped into the courtyard, the thunder seemed to quiet, though lightning still flashed ominously in the distance.
And there, standing at the center of it all, was Malleus. His expression was dark, eyes glowing faintly as he stared up at the storm heâd summoned. His hands were clasped behind his back, and even with his composed stance, you could sense the simmering frustration beneath the surface.
You approached carefully, calling out softly, âMalleus?â
His head turned slightly at the sound of your voice, though he didnât fully look at you. âAh, my love. I see youâve arrived.â
You moved closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. âGrim told you whatâs been going on, didnât he?â
âI cannot stand to see you work yourself to exhaustion for that foolish crow,â Malleus muttered, still staring at the storm. âHe takes advantage of your kindness. It is unforgivable.â
You couldnât help the warmth that spread through your chest. He was genuinely upsetâfor you. But, you also couldnât let NRC be reduced to rubble, and you needed to calm him down before it got worse.
With a soft chuckle, you stepped in front of him, gently cupping his face in your hands. âItâs okay. I appreciate how much you care about me, but you donât have to destroy the school over this.â
Malleusâs eyes finally met yours, the storm above softening ever so slightly. âBut youâre suffering.â
âI was,â you admitted, pressing a kiss to his forehead. âBut not anymore. Crowleyâs going to make it up to meâhe promised me a wage, a renovation budget for Ramshackle, and a vacation.â
That seemed to catch his attention, the storm clouds above beginning to dissipate. âA vacation?â
âMhm,â you nodded, leaning up to brush another kiss against his cheek. âIn fact, I was going to ask if youâd like to come with me.â
Malleus blinked, his earlier frustration melting into a look of surpriseâand then, a small, pleased smile tugged at his lips. The storm overhead faded into nothing, the sky returning to its usual clear blue.
âI would be honored,â he said softly, pulling you closer to him. âA vacation, just the two of us. That sounds⌠delightful.â
You grinned, pressing a final kiss to his lips, feeling his arms wrap around you in return. âItâs a date, then.â
And just like that, the storm was over. NRC was safe, and more importantly, you had managed to calm your dragonâand score a well-deserved vacation in the process.
As for Crowley? Well, youâd make sure to enjoy every moment of watching him squirm while you cashed in those promises.
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Headcanons for being the youngest Avenger and joining the Thunderbolts*
Thunderbolts x reader
warnings: spoilers!!! blood and guns and death n such u know the drill
a/n: i gave y/n unspecified powers until about halfway through so i just based the powers on an oc i am weak
prompt:
youâd always been the odd one out in the avengers, being the âyoung oneâ was not easy
like, you were teens during the battle of new york
sure, you were respected as a valiant hero, one of earths mightiest, but there was struggle in not having many peers to lean on
when you had wanda around, things were a little differentâbut that didnât last long at all
then the blip happened, you survived, your world crumbled, and you got everyone backâbut nothing was ever the same and it took its toll on you
the avengers disbanded, everyone left went their separate ways and you realized that the avengers, your family, were all youâd ever known
so you found your footing elsewhere, tried to stay in touch with those who you found comfort in. people you could count on
this included sam, clint, and bruce. rest were either preoccupied, plotting less than ethical things, or you just werenât close with to begin with
âyeah, this kidâkateâshe reminds me of you. sheâs a bit more clumsy, awkward, and desperate, but it made me think of youâŚhaving another young person aspiring to save the world and all. or at least new yorkâ -clint over the phone
âitâs nice to hear, thanks for checking in. hopefully she doesnât accidentally destroy any buildings like i didâ -you
âwell, about thatââ -clint
you always really enjoyed when they called you first, but no one was calling for your calling
you didnât know how to not be a hero, it was really fucking frustrating
you were only made an avenger that early on because you had powers, and you were already a public hero. itâs not like you could get a job at a coffee shop, as entertaining as that would be
thatâs when bucky called you one day, and you didnât get close with bucky until steve died. yeah, you helped him out of a bind in germany, but that was about as far as it went. you were just acquainted because of sam
but bucky knew how it felt to be alone, lost, misguided, all that
and he just decided to run for congress
ây/n, iâd like you to be my advisor. thereâs no one i could trust moreâthat would agree to this, that isâ -bucky
âare you serious?â -you
âabout running for congress or the advisor thing?â -bucky
âboth i guess?â -you
âyeah, iâm seriousâ -bucky âi heard from a mutual friend you were still trying to find your place afterâŚyou know, everything. i am, too. so iâm asking you as a friend if you will join me on this path. it could be good for both of usâ
and that it was, bucky won the election and you were now being paid decend money to be buckyâs #2. it felt right
youâd briefly been a government employee as an avenger, but now you were a lot more autonomous in a sense
yes, you had a lot of red tape, but it beat that sense of impending doom you had living with the avengers
you and bucky fought to keep new york safe in a different way. fought for the little guy. tried to clean up the system a bit
that included getting valentina allegra de fontaine impeached from her job as the head of the CIA
if thereâs anything bucky and you knew about intelligence agencies, they needed to be as clean as possible. or else youâd have disasters like hydra infiltrating shield and secret human experimentation and super soldiers and child assassins. all that good stuff
you backed it, regardless of what little sway you guys had
you gave him a death glare as he was interviewed about valentinaâs impeachment and all he could do was say âworryingâ 10 times in a row
âwe need to work on your public speakingâ -you, immediately following his embarrassing comments
âyeah, i knowâ -bucky
you and bucky lived nearby each other, you relocated to brooklyn following the new job
so when necessary, youâd lean on each other
let me be clear that this is strictly friendship. lightly professional. the teo of you have seen dark days in your own respective ways. you were both turned into weapons without any say. had a hard time controlling it for a long time. made some terrible mistakes. tried your hardest to move up in the world. carry demons with you. misery loves company.
and right now, being new to the office, not a lot of other government officials were fond of you two. there was a lot of distrust.
first, we have the hydra super soldier whoâs ledger is running with blood. his slate was wiped clean, but that doesnât mean the people see him differently. it was a miracle he was voted into office to begin with
then thereâs you, the late-20s, early 30s former avenger who was never quite taken seriously due to your youth in the public eye. you were viewed as dangerous due to your powers, as well, and some people feared you two would use your abilities to influence and intimidate
so you advised taking a very gentle approach to congressman barnes, that way no one felt threatened
that was until you and bucky went rogue to bring in valentinaâs covert ops team as a last ditch effort to get her impeached
bucky bombing several CIA vehicles? not very gentle
but fun and refreshing? check!
âitâs been a while since iâve been able to stretch my legsâthe suitâs a little tight, thoughâ -you
âyouâre still rocking itâ -yelena
âaw, thanks! weâre not letting you goâ -you
then the rogue assassins and you guys get into it about a guy named âbobâ and then bucky gets a call about âbobâ its a whole mess. whatever
âokay, looks like weâre letting you goâ -you
âhey, i meant it, your suit still looks good! im not even tied up anymore and iâm still saying it!â -yelena
âsheâs right, you look awesomeâ -ava
âyeah, i need to change. my range of motion is severely limitedâ -you
you guys got to NYC to go confront valentinaâŚat the old avengers HQ
you got a chill down your spine as you arrived
âyou good?â -bucky
âyeah, yeah. just a lot of memories hereâ -you
this was the moment where it clicked for the rest of the team that you were an AVENGER. a real avenger. you were close with natasha. you knew the real steve rogers. you fought alongside thor and the hulk and wanda maximoff. and here you were kicking it with what alexei was calling âthe thunderboltsâ
âdonât get all misty eyed, weâve got work to doâ -john
lets note that this interaction took place after bucky crashed a commercial sized truck into the lobby, youâd just beaten everyoneâs asses, and valentina invited you all upstairs
and there she was at the bar pouring a drink for herself and for just a small moment you saw a glimpse of tony stark standing in front of you again. giving you a smug smirk and asking for your ID before he made you a shirley temple. even after you were of age.
and a darkness overcame you a moment while you stood there. you were in sokovia standing next to pietro maximoff as he laid facedown on the ground. you were perfectly safe, didnât even notice he was down. you never even realized he was beside you he was so fast. you heard wandaâs screams and you panicked, froze, didnât know what to do. you were watching yourself go through these motions again.
and then buckyâs hand touched your back and you snapped back to reality, meeting the infamous âbobâ for the first time
or as valentina called him, sentry
and immediately you were disturbed, there was something off about his presence
and immediately the team began to attack
you even hit him with a shock as powerful as thor with mjĂślnir, but he didnât even flinch
it was futile, he was knocking you guys around like you were nothing
but he had this strange, kind demeanor about him too
once he ripped buckyâs arm off, it was time to GO
you all evacuated the building, a place you once called home, and wandered down the streets of new york. pathetic
and not even five minutes went by before a new form of this guy was literally turning people into VOIDS
âyou know, buck, iâm starting to get real tired of shit like this happening in manhattan. this doesnât happen in brooklyn AT ALLâ -you, beginning to attack once again
you were the only thunderbolt with ranged powersâliteral thunderbolts, if you will
but that didnât seem to be doing much
the rest of them were mostly using guns and that also wasnât working, so this became more of a rescue op
you liked fighting with bucky, itâd only happened three times before this. in germany, wakanda, and the avengers compound
and yelena reminded you so much of natasha, you knew exactly what the next move would be
alexei wasâŚwell, he took some inspiration from cap, you could see it you guess.
john walker was difficult. send tweet
he was trying though. you guess.
ava was more of a loner. she kind of reminded you of wanda. you missed her
when you saw yelena vanish, the LAST thing you wanted to do was to do the same
but bucky assured you that you were in it together
he took your hand and you walked into the darkness together
and ended up facing the worst pain of your life
for him: amputation, brainwashing, brutal torture, murder, losing steve
for you: the accident that gave you powers, sokovia, the blip, loneliness, mistakes that cost lives
but you powered through. you got bob. you saved new york. and for you, it wasnât the first time!
and the moment valentina introduced you as the new avengers, you clenched your teeth and bucky nearly had to hold you back
you agreed to stick together to keep valentina in check, much to sam wilsonâs dismay
âoh, hes gonna kill usâ -you
âheâs not the only oneâ -bucky
âoh, my god. clintâs gonna kill meâ -you
âeh, barton sees you as one of his kids, iâm sure heâll give you a stern talking toâ -bucky
he did.
you cried.
he gave you a big hug after and apologized for yelling.
and there you were in avengers tower again
just like you were 15 years ago.
âyou used to live here, no?â -alexei
âi did. i did a long, long time ago.â -you, about to have a full on meltdown
âthatâs great! you can show me around, then. please, show me your old room!â -alexei
he did know how to lift your spirits, for sure
and then there was yelena, who so desperately wanted to feel closer to natasha
âwill you tell me a story, please? it would make me feel closer to herâ -yelena
ironically, hanging out with yelena made you feel closer to nat
âwell, nat trained me a good bit when we joined the avengers. she taught me how to fight, to not depend on my powers, to be a spy, to use weapons. i would be who i am today without herâ -you
âyes, thatâs great and all, but give me specifics!â -yelena
âokay, she LOVED desperate housewives. sheâd make me sit through HOURS of it when we were off-duty. it was a great distraction. when we came back from sokovia and moved into the new compound, she had me on that couch for three days straightâ -you
yelena snorted laughing
she also loved to spar with you
in a way, you felt like a sibling to her these days
in the way she was raised, at least
you laughed everytime you noticed a little âoopsieâ val overlooked before the full remodel
âoh, my god. i once shocked the microwave while i was half asleep and i shorted out the whole building. this dark mark in the wall is the explosion of the microwave that led to the power outageâ -you
âhow long did it take to fix?â -ava
âabout 10 minutes. tony was thoroughly embarrassed it took him that longâ -you
there were also little dents and dings and bullet holes and such, especially it what was formerly the training room and being revamped for an even better one
âthe last time i was here was when ultron booted up and sent the whole iron legion in after a party with the avengers. it was actually quite horrific, i thought the avengers were gonna disband right then and there. i thought i was going to be homelessâ -you
âjesus, you sure talk about your past a lotâ -john
âoh, sorry, would you rather i talk about yours?â -you, semi-threatening
he backed off
you tried to make as many new memories as you could, but everything seemed to remind you of the past
all you knew is the people needed to look up to something and that had to be the new avengers
and to have a former avenger on it? that was good for optics
did it make you feel stuck from time to time? uh yeah, you never really could escape your past
but the congress thing kind of fizzled out
so this was the next best thing
âalexei is calling me, hold onâ -you
ây/n! i need directionsâ -alexei
âokay, where are you?â -you
âtwenty third floor. i do not know how you lived in this maze as long as you did! i cannot find anything around hereâ -alexei
âhang on. youâre lost inside the building?â -you
youâd go to your favorite restaurant in manhattan with bucky sometimes, just to get out of the tower
âso, be honest with me. is this what you want?â -bucky
âi want to feel like i belong. and i doâ -you
âbecause itâs familiar?â -bucky
âbasicallyâ -you
you explained that it still was an adjustment. you felt like you were seeing ghosts in a sense
but it was like a do over too
a chance to be the hero you grew up to be, to make steve, tony, natasha, clint, bruce, and thor proud
sam was still a little pissed about it. rightfully so
but making breakfast with bob, training with yelena, drinking with alexei, having heart to hearts with bucky, shit talking with ava, and ignoring john was not the worst thing to happen to you
you heard over exaggerated war stories, had eventful training, shorted out the microwave again, started to give john a chance, found a friend in bob, and more in this new life
and you were always meant to be an avenger, your calling was to protect the world. thats why you guys formed the avengers 15 years ago. so you did it in the name of the family youâd never forget.
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.â đđđđđđđđ. toji canât get his deserved rest due to his baby boy keeping him awake.
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tags. dad!toji x female reader. nothing else to add; just pure fluff.
âheâs kickinâ me again,â toji complains with a deep sigh. tiny feet keep patting his back, not allowing the man to sleep at all. the culprit is none other than megumiâhis beloved, yet bratty, son.
the little boy lays between you and your husband. you figured that this was best since megumi kept wailing each time you put him back in his crib.
you chuckle at tojiâs groans of annoyance. your son is still full of energy, even if itâs already super late at night. your hand brushes against megumiâs chubby cheek and you canât help but squeeze it lightly.
that action gains you a high-pitched squeak. you sigh and keep your child occupied with the movement of your finger against his face, âitâs his way of asking for attention, honey.â
toji grumbles something under his breath and scoots away from the both of you. megumiâs head turns towards his dad, his attention caught by the rustling of the sheets. you raise an eyebrow in response to toji putting distance between you both.
âpapaâs mean,â you huff, talking to your baby. you canât see tojiâs face since his broad back is obstructing the view, though you can easily guess that heâs frowning.
maybe even secretly sulking about the lack of sleep. you do understand, however. heâs worked hard all day to provide for both megumi and you.
âpapa,â megumi speaks up with an adorable pout on his lips. he crawls over to toji before you can stop him. the little boy taps at tojiâs back again, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.
megumiâs need for attention and affection from his father is heartwarming to see. you reach out towards your son in hopes of picking him back up. toji needs his rest after all.
a deep sigh escapes tojiâs lips. not one of frustration this time, but rather one of defeat. he opens his eyes and turns around to face megumi. the manâs stoic face softens the moment he sees those cute doe eyes staring up at him.
âcâmere,â toji grumbles and lifts his childâs tiny body up without any effort. megumi giggles instantly and reaches his hands out to hold his dadâs face. your husband playfully bites your sonâs tiny fingers instead, ânot gonna allow yâr dad to sleep, huh? tsk tsk.â
you watch the scene unfold with a tender smile. toji lowers his head and starts blowing raspberries against megumiâs tummy. the baby squeals and giggles uncontrollably, writhing around in tojiâs embrace.
âthis is what ya get for being a brat,â toji mumbles and switches to leaving kisses along the little boyâs belly. that makes megumi laugh as well due to the ticklishness.
toji grins. his earlier drowsiness and annoyance have vanished into thin air. he canât possibly stay mad at his son. not after seeing megumi happy. and especially not after seeing your content smile too.
âmama! mama!â megumi laughs between cries of help. his tiny hand reaches out to you whilst toji continues the little attack on his tummy. you chuckle and decide to intervene.
you scoot over to the other side and shield megumiâs tiny body from your husbandâs tickles. you frown and playfully scold him, âstay away from my baby, you big bad guy.â
toji raises an eyebrow in amusement. he bites back a laugh before cocking his head to the side, that familiar smug expression appearing on his face.
âoh yeah? âm the bad guy now, eh?â the dark-haired man rolls his eyes. he towers over both you and your son - whoâs giggling and still holding tightly onto you, âall right. iâll show you just how bad i can be then.â
your eyes widen the moment you feel tojiâs fingers land underneath your shirt, touching your bare skin. not a second passes by and heâs already tickling you. his other hand reaches for megumiâs tummy againânow making the both of you squirm and giggle loudly.
the happy sounds echo throughout the room. perhaps even loud enough for your neighbours to hear at four in the morning. but, you donât care about any possible noise complaints. not during this cozy family moment.
plus tojiâs fond smile as he continues torturing you and your son is definitely worth all of it.
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Iâm obsessed with the sister!hotch and Reid fics. I canât stop imagining that scene where Rossi goes to Garciaâs house and sheâs fresh from the shower with Kevin. But instead is Hotch at readers house and Spencer is there.
âyou and Spencer are in the midst of a long weekend together when your brother shows up unannounced. fem, 1.3k
âYouâre really handsome.âÂ
Spencer laughs as you drag your hands back over his ears and through his sopping wet hair. The shower water is blissfully warm and soaking your front as it rains down on his head. You shield his eyes but otherwise have your fun. His hair is softer than anything youâve ever felt.Â
He holds your hands flat to his head. âYouâre handsomer.âÂ
âAm I supposed to take that in a good way or a bad way?â you ask.Â
âA good way!â he says, forgetting your hands in favour of guiding you under the water. âHandsome has nearly always been used for men more than women, but it didnât fall out of fashion for girls until the fifties.â He tilts your head upward and to one side as his own begins to fall the other way. âYouâre beautiful.â His voice is warm on your lips, âyouâre soââ
His kiss is ridiculous; he kisses like heâs starving. You didnât realise men could actually kiss like this until you met him. Itâs not just in the movies, itâs right now, his hand at the back of your neck, unbothered by your laughing or your hand slipping down his wet t-shirt.Â
âThis is the stupidest thing Iâve ever done,â you say.Â
âWe were covered in mud.âÂ
âWe shouldâve just got naked.âÂ
âWeâre taking things slow,â he says, laughing, âitâs fun. But what are we gonna do about our wet clothes?â
âYou got the most of the mud on you,â you say. Spencer had performed a valiant rescue in that when you fell, he was straight down into the grass after you in an attempt to save your jeans. It didnât work, obviously, but the thought was there, and heâs such a good kisser in the shower that you donât mind the loss. âIâm gonna get out and get changed, you can have a real shower, okay? Iâll get you a towel and your pyjamas and stuff.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
âYeah, itâs fine. I think all the mud from my top half is gone.âÂ
Spencer takes your face into his hand. His thumb rubs a line along your jaw. âNow itâs gone.âÂ
You beam. Who knew Dr. Spencer Reid was such a tender guy? You could sort of guess from looking at him that heâd touch you like that, but itâs a contrast, too, to be kissed as though youâre some irresistible siren and to have your face held like fragile glass.Â
You step out of the shower still sodden, clothes heavy, and close the frosted door between you and Spencer to strip down. Separated but still shy, you hurry out of your clothes and into a towel, wrapping yourself tightly to head into your bedroom.Â
You put on blissfully dry underwear and blot your face. Next is loose pyjama pants and a big t-shirt: youâve never worried about being sexy for Spencer and youâre not about to start. Your first date was a walk in the park, your second date at the bowling alley. Heâs not concerned with that stuff. Itâs why his frankness about wanting to take things slow isnât scary, because when he holds your face and tells you youâre pretty, you believe it.Â
âY/N?âÂ
You flinch so hard your neck cracks. âOw,â you whine.Â
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You walk forward before Aaron can let himself into your bedroom. Sure enough, your older brother is in your apartment (as heâs allowed, given that he furnished the entire place and paid the security deposit, and, also, awfully, is a very nice big brother). Heâs smiling, carrying two pizza boxes and a carton atop it that smells like French fries. âWhat have you done now?â he asks fondly.Â
âI hurt my neck, you scared me.âÂ
âIf you answered your phone, youâd know I was here.âÂ
âI was in the shower!âÂ
âI can see that. Youâre getting slovenly, itâs almost midday.âÂ
Youâre so genuinely happy to see him that you forget for a moment your predicament. âItâs the weekend, I can do what I want.â Youâre gonna have to let him down, which wonât be easy. âIâm not feeling the best, actually.âÂ
Aaron lets the pizza boxes rest against his stomach. âHow come?âÂ
âI donât know, I just feel tired. Maybe we can do something tomorrow.âÂ
âHoney,â Aaron says, with all the cadence of someone whoâs used to rubbing your back when youâre sick, âwhatâs wrong? Letâs go sit down, I can make you something less greasy.âÂ
âI think you should just go home, actually. I might be contagious.âÂ
He looks less concerned and more gutted. âWhat? I donât care if youâre contagious. When has that stuff ever bothered me?â Aaron takes another step toward you, his gaze flitting past you toward your bathroom. âWhatâs really going on?âÂ
The age gap between you and Aaron is expansive. Your being adopted is another gap, and neither have ever bothered him. The moment you showed up in his life he gave you everything he could manage, which has manifested in long phone calls, in hugs, in homemade soup and delivery when he couldnât be there. Asking him not to look after you is like telling him you donât want him to, and it isnât true.Â
He means a lot more to you than whatever awkwardness your confession will inspire.Â
âAaron,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest. âSpencerâs in the shower.âÂ
He squeezes his pizza boxes. âSorry?âÂ
âWe went to the park and I fell by the lake. Heâs in the shower.âÂ
âBut you were just in the shower,â Aaron says.Â
âWell, we werenât in there at the same time,â you drag.Â
Your lie is obvious to him, not just as a profiler but as your brother. His brow pinches and his nose wrinkles, not disgusted with you or anything so cruelly stupid, but dissatisfied, at least. âDid you have to tell me that?â he asks, pained.
âI didnât tell you that, you profiled that, and itâs sort of not what you think anyways! We didnât do anythingââ
��Honey.âÂ
âIâm really sorry, but itâs not what you think.âÂ
âListen to me.â The shower turns off and Aaronâs cheek twitches. âYou are a grown up. You can do what you like with who you like. Itâs my fault for coming here unannounced, I keep thinking of you as younger than you are.â Says the adult. Then, the more friendly part of being a sibling emerges, âCould you send him home?â he whispers. âI got your favourite.âÂ
You laugh at his proposition. âThatâs kinda rude, isnât it? Canât he stay? Heâs cool.âÂ
âIâm having trouble coalescing the two of you as more than acquaintances in my mind,â he says, as though he has much more to say about it, even if heâs smiling.Â
Spencer chooses that moment to walk from the en-suite bathroom and out of your room, a t-shirt stuck to his chest with damp, his own pyjama pants baggy at the ankles.
âHey, are you okay?â Spencer grabs your hand impulsively, twining his fingers in yours. Then he sees Aaron and does a double take. âHotch?â
You give Aaron a sorry smile. âDoes that make it easier?âÂ
âIâll wait in the kitchen.âÂ
You and Spencer watch Aaron retreat. His hand stays in yours, but he squeezes you too tightly. âWait for what?â Spencer whispers fervently.Â
You lean up on tiptoes to kiss his eyebrow. âYouâre about to get the shovel talk, I think.âÂ
âOh. Great.â He drops his forehead against your shoulder, wet hair dripping a path down your shirt. âThis is really bad.âÂ
âHe brought pizza.âÂ
âI donât think thatâs going to help me.âÂ
You crane your head and kiss-kiss-kiss the top of his ear. âYouâre really pretty when your hair is wet.âÂ
Spencer murmurs to you reluctantly. âYouâre really pretty all the time.âÂ
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