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redgillan · 4 years ago

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Under Pastel Skies - 11

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 6,696

Warnings: Unprotected Sex (non explicit)

A/N: And finally... Just a word before, and it’s important, I wanted to put the explicit between two ‘*’ but I settled for one at the end because explicit means different things to different people. So whenever it starts to get too steamy for you, skip to the *. Thank you for reading, I appreciate your support!

Wannabe sugar daddies, don’t interact with this post.

Bucky moved behind the kitchen counter when he heard the door close. You and your guests were in the hallway where you took their coats and asked them to remove their shoes. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He had to stay calm, you depended on him tonight.

“It smells nice in here. What did y-”

Bucky straightened himself up and tried to keep a casual, friendly smile on his face as he came face-to-face with Okoye. He had seen enough pictures of your siblings to recognize them.

She looked surprised to find someone else there. He raised his hand and waved, and she frowned at him in confusion. The rest of the guests stopped short when they saw him waving like a dork. You pushed through them and came to his side.

“Guys, this is my friend, Bucky,” you said. “He’s the one who invited you.”

“Thanks for the invite. I hope you like wine,” Scott said, extending his hand as he walked over to Bucky.

“I sure do.”

Then he shook Wanda and Okoye’s hands, telling them how good it was to finally meet them. Your sisters introduced him to their partners, W’Kabi and Edwin who preferred to be called ‘Viz’.

You led them to the living room while Bucky prepared the drinks. W’Kabi decided to stay behind and help Bucky carry the drinks to the living room. He praised Bucky for having such a nice home.

The conversation seemed to flow easily between your siblings, though as Bucky arrived with your drink, he couldn’t help but notice that you were not participating. You took the glass from his hand, smiled then went back to staring at the coffee table. He sat next to you and rubbed soothing strokes on your arm before he reached for his drink.

Okoye was telling everyone that she had decided to return to New York after King T’Chaka’s passing. His son carried the mantle of the Black Panther, surrounding himself with his father’s Dora Milaje, but Okoye wanted to live closer to her own family.

She was a Dora Milaje, loyal to her king, but she was also a sister, loyal to her family. She felt like there were no good choices, and it ate away at her until her king found a solution to her problem. His little sister, Shuri, was starting her own business in the United States and needed her own bodyguards. Okoye accepted and W’Kabi followed her.

Scott didn’t share much. He showed everyone pictures of his little girl, Cassie, and said he was now working at Baskin-Robbins.

Wanda was evasive about her life and whereabouts. She told everyone that she’d been backpacking across Europe and met Viz, a wealthy businessman, on a beautiful sunny day in Berlin. They’d been attached at the hip ever since.

“And of course, you’re all invited to the wedding,” Wanda said while Okoye admired the ring. “It’s going to be a small wedding. I just need my family.”

“Excuse-me,” you said, standing up abruptly. “I think something’s burning.”

Bucky watched you disappear into the kitchen. He glanced at the group again, no one was paying attention so he followed you into the kitchen.

He found you leaning back against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest, staring into nothing. He walked over to you and pulled you into a one-armed hug that you accepted with a pleased sigh.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you said, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“Is it a code ‘flamingo’?”

“No,” you chuckled, pulling away. You took a deep breath and leaned back against the counter again. “It’s just...”

You huffed, unable to find the words and grabbed him by the waist, seeking his warmth again. Bucky let out a surprised laugh as you squeezed him tightly. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pressed you against his chest.

“I know it’s hard,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “It’ll be over soon, angel.”

Bucky rocked you side to side in a slow, soothing rhythm until you were practically melting against him. He felt you take a deep breath, your nose buried in his chest. He didn’t want the moment to end, but you’d been gone for several minutes now, and the others would barge in the kitchen soon.

He pressed a long kiss to your forehead and gently pushed you away, his arm falling to your waist. You smoothed out the wrinkles you had made in his shirt without looking him in the eye.

He could tell you were thinking about something but before he could ask what was on your mind, you kissed the slight cleft in his chin and quickly moved away from him.

He smiled to himself, his heart beating a little faster.

You were transferring the dinner rolls from the pan to the basket when Scott poked his head into the kitchen. Bucky was still smiling to himself like a lovesick idiot.

“Everything okay?” Scott asked, taking a step closer to you. You turned to him and nodded. “It’s kinda weird, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Seeing each other again after all this time.” He leaned his forearm on the counter next to you and smelled the bread. “Baby Wanda’s getting married. Did you know they flew me first class? And the hotel is incredible. I feel like a prince.”

“Viz seems very nice.”

“I can’t believe Wanda backpacked through Europe,” Scott scoffed. “She hates camping.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Bucky watched as Scott leaned closer and whispered in your ear. “Listen, I wanted to thank you for everything you did for me and for Cassie-” Bucky quietly left the two of you alone. It was a private conversation and he didn’t want to impose himself.

He finished setting the table, and soon everyone joined in. Bucky was sitting with his back to the kitchen, W’Kabi sitting next to him. You took a seat across from him, Wanda sitting next to you. Okoye sat next to Wanda, facing Scott, and Viz took a seat at the end of the table.

The food was good, and everyone complimented Bucky on his cooking skills. He said that you had helped him a lot, but you refused to take credit for chopping up a bunch of vegetables. You gushed about his cooking skills and his delicious recipes. It made them salivate just thinking about it.

“And your house is amazing,” Scott said with a dreamy look on his face. “A place like that...” he sighed, “that must have cost you an arm and a leg.” The whole room fell silent, and something that sounded like a foot hitting a shin made the table jump. “Ouch, why did yo- oh.”

Okoye was looking at him with the widest pair of eyes Bucky had ever seen. She looked furious and exasperated at the same time. The others stared at their plates as the uncomfortable silence grew.

Bucky glanced at you, not surprised to find you smirking. You knew he lived for moments like these, and you knew he already had the perfect comeback. As he watched you bit your lip, trying to contain a little giggle, he couldn’t help but love you even more.

“It was the original price but I’m a good negotiator,” Bucky said. “Only cost me an arm.”

W’Kabi was the first to laugh at his joke, then the whole table broke into fits of laughter. Scott looked equally amused and relieved.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“No problem,” Bucky cut him off.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” Okoye said with a smile and a shake of her head. She turned to Bucky as everyone calmed down. “So, Bucky, strange name, uh? What do you do for a living?”

“My name is James, Bucky’s just a nickname.” He wiped his mouth and set the napkin down. “I’m a writer.”

“A pretty good one, judging by your apartment.”

“I’m all right.” He shrugged. “Literally.” Scott snickered at the joke.

“He’s too modest,” you said. “His books are best sellers. They’re autobiographical, he’s very sincere and honest and funny. He has a way of making you laugh about things that are pretty awful.”

“Yeah, we saw that,” Wanda said with a grin. “Are you working on anything at the moment?”

Bucky shifted a little in his seat. “Yeah, it’s uh,” he cleared his throat. “It’s a very important one. I don’t really want to talk about it. Don’t wanna jinx it.”

He wasn’t going to tell your family that he was writing a book about how he fell in love with you. That’d be pretty awkward.

“I understand,” Okoye nodded, then looked at you. “You’ve been really quiet tonight.” You shrugged. “I thought you were still living with Natasha. Do you still work at the hotel? Where is it again? Chelsea? That’s one hell of a commute from Brooklyn.”

“I wasn’t exactly living with Natasha,” you said. “I was crashing on her sofa. And no, I quit six months ago. I’m a full time artist now.”

“That’s great,” Scott said, raising his glass toward you in a silent toast. “How’s that working out for you?”

“Not too bad. Bucky’s friend is a professional photographer. He helped me set up my website. The pictures he took are amazing. I sold a few pieces online but I’m struggling to find gallery representation.”

“Hey, as long as it pays the bills.”

“I don’t really have to worry about bills these days.”

“What do you mean?”

The room got quiet again, and Bucky could feel the tension in the air, buzzing like static electricity. All eyes were suddenly on you, waiting for an explanation. Bucky knew you were not going to lie to them. He locked eyes with you, and braced himself for impact.

You set your fork down and folded your hands in your lap.

“Well, Bucky and I have an arrangement.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Scott cut you off.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush and I’m not going to use pretty words to make it sounds more appealing,” you continued as if you hadn’t heard him. “He’s my sugar daddy.”

“You’re joking. Please, tell me you’re joking.”

“Nope,” you replied smugly, popping the ‘p’.

A chorus of voices rose in protest. Okoye and Scott were shouting while the others kept glancing around wondering what had just happened. Wanda was strangely quiet next to you.

“Oh, shut up!” you shouted. “You left me alone. All of you. We were all grieving our brother but it doesn’t give you the right to fuck off when things get tough. Do you know how fucking terrifying it was when mom started to lose her memories? Or when the police drove her home at three in the morning after one of her spells? No, you don’t know because you weren’t there.”

Bucky had never seen you so upset before, and he didn’t quite know what to do but he felt like you needed to get it off your chest.

“I didn’t have friends or boyfriends. I went to class, then got home, hoping mom hadn’t set the house on fire. I took the first decent job I could find because she needed a new home and professional help. Without Natasha I would have been homeless.” You turned to Bucky. “I’m so sorry, I’ve ruined dinner. You’ve worked so hard.”

“It’s okay,” he replied immediately. “I’m with you.”

“God, you’re so nice,” you sighed, then turned to your siblings. “See? That’s the kind of person he is. I was lonely and lost, and I found him and he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s kind and sweet, he’s selfless and generous, and you have no right to criticize our relationship.”

Bucky stared at you, his mouth hanging open a little. Slowly he shook himself out of his trance and reached for your hand on the table. He had no idea you thought so highly of him.

“We needed each other,” you continued. “And I don’t care what you think.”

Dinner was officially ruined but Bucky didn’t care. He smiled at you, soft and reassuring, and let go of your hand when you smiled back. He was proud of you for speaking up, for standing up for yourself.

Bucky noticed Wanda and Viz exchanging looks.

“Okay so, since we’re sharing truth bombs,” Wanda said, shifting a bit in her seat. “I wasn’t really traveling through Europe. I went to Sokovia and after that, everything’s kind of a blur. I did things I’m not proud of. I wanted to forget,” she paused and sighed, “everything. I hit rock bottom, pretty hard, and checked myself into a psychiatric hospital. That’s where I met Viz. He helped me send you those postcards. I screwed up, real bad, but I couldn’t tell you guys the truth. I’m not really proud of myself.”

“I got fired from Baskin-Robbins for yelling at a costumer.”

“Okay!” Okoye exclaimed in her big sister voice. “Enough truth bombs.” She pointed at you. “I’m sorry you had to do this alone, it wasn’t right but we’re here now and we won’t let you down. As for the sugar daddy thing... well you’re a grown woman, you can do whatever you want. Bucky seems like a nice guy.” She turned to Wanda. “We are all dealing with our pain in our own way. I’m not judging you. We’re here for you, Wanda.”

“I know,” Wanda said, sniffing.

“And Scott, stop yelling at people.”

“Yeah, good idea.”

Bucky turned to W’Kabi and Viz who looked proud of their girls, albeit a little uncomfortable with the whole situation. Someone started chuckling, he couldn’t tell who it was, but suddenly the whole table broke into a fit of laughter.

“How about some dessert,” he said. “Then you guys can fill me in on some childhood secrets.”

As he walked away from the table, he heard you warn your siblings to keep their mouths shut. They laughed in response, which made Bucky smile. Surely it’d take more than one outburst at a family dinner to fix your broken bond but it was a good start.

During dessert, he learned that everyone called you ‘Splotchy’ because you painted on the living room walls as a child. He learned that you always wanted to play board games with Okoye. Your favourite one was Mystery Date.

“She had a crush on Tyler, the beach date.”

“No, that’s not true, don’t listen to them.”

When they finally left, you spent a few extra moments hugging everyone. Promises were made, and Bucky couldn’t help but smile as he watched you wave goodbye to your siblings.

It was just the two of you again, and the mountain of dirty dishes and silverware. He told you not to worry about the dishes, but you knew if he went to bed he wouldn't be able to sleep, not when the kitchen was such a mess so you cleaned together.

He loved these moments with you. There was something very peaceful about the night; the dark skies, the soft lights, the quiet apartment, knowing people all around town where getting ready for bed. It used to make him feel tiny and isolated but now, with you, the night didn’t seem so frightening anymore.

A few weeks went by, and things were changing a bit. You spent your Saturday mornings with your sisters, bonding, and facetimed with Scott at least once a week.

Bucky also noticed a subtle change in Sam’s behaviour. He seemed happier and he wondered if his friend had already forgotten Natasha.

It was almost June, and the building’s swimming pool reopened as the weather got warmer. Despite living there for several years, he had never gone near that swimming pool until you dragged him out one scorching afternoon.

The rooftop was surprisingly calm, apart for the group of children playing in the pool. There were people sunbathing around the pool, enjoying a good book, socializing. You dropped your bag on the floor and laid out your towel on the reclining chair.

Bucky had never seen you in a bathing suit before and it caught him completely off guard, but what made him literally growl was seeing the little pendant of your necklace rest against your skin. He didn’t know why but it awoke something in him.

You both slathered on sunscreen before you went for a swim. Bucky recognized a few neighbours, and while they all knew he only had one arm, they had never seen him shirtless before. Bucky didn’t mind their inquisitiveness, as long as you were beside him.

“Do you think the kids peed in the water?” you asked as you rested against the edge of the pool.

“Probably,” Bucky cringed. “When I was a kid, my mom told me that there were chemicals that turned the water a different color when someone pees.”

“Ew,” you laughed.

After a while, he lay out in the sun, enjoying the feel of the sun on his skin. He could still hear you playing water polo with the kids when a shadow passed over him. With a frown, he pushed his sunglasses up onto his forehead.

“It’s nice to see you, James,” his neighbour beamed, taking a seat on your unoccupied chair. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out here.”

“Hi.” He wasn’t surprised when his voice came out hoarse since he had been on the verge of falling asleep. With the grace of a walrus, he propped himself into a sitting position. “Yes, well, swimming pools are more fun when you’re not alone.”

His neighbour turned to look at you. “Congratulations, by the way. I didn’t know you were seeing someone. Must have been serious if you two moved in together. How long has it been since she moved in? Six months?”

“Seven.”

He knew he should have corrected her, you weren’t his girlfriend, but it felt good. It was just a harmless little lie.

“Does she make you happy?”

“I’m the happiest man on earth,” he replied with a bright smile, then slid his sunglasses back on his face.

His neighbour chuckled quietly. “I can see that!”

When you returned to your seat, his neighbour was gone. You hummed to yourself as you settled into your seat, big droplets of water running down your body. Bucky tilted his head down and peered at you over the top of his sunglasses.

“Where did you get that popsicle?”

“Jealous?” You licked your treat without looking at him. “The kids’ mom gave me one as a thank you for looking after her kids.”

“That looks good.”

“So good.”

“Mind sharing it with me?”

You pursed your lips thoughtfully, then held out your popsicle. As Bucky leaned closer, you pulled it away and jumped to your feet. The look he gave you was one of pure betrayal.

“Oh, angel, you should have never done that.”

He grinned to himself when he saw a shiver run through you. When he stood up, you took a step back. He strutted toward you, his grin predatory. The floor was slippery so you couldn’t go very far.

“Are you ready to share now?”

“No!”

The popsicle melted down your hand, creating a mess. You turned your arm and licked the drops of popsicle juice from the inside of your wrist. It distracted you long enough for Bucky to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. You squealed and grabbed him around the neck to keep from falling while also trying not to smush the popsicle against his chest.

You waved the treat in front of his face and he tried to bite off the tip of your popsicle. It made you laugh, your body sagging against him. His face was close to yours. He was so close he could smell the artificial orange scent of your popsicle.

Your laughter died down and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the way he was looking at you. Without thinking, he went for it. He felt your fingers flex against his skin, urging him closer.

His lips were barely a breath away from yours when one of the kids repeatedly slapped your thigh, obviously oblivious to what the two grownups were about to do.

“Come back! We haven’t finished the game,” the kid whined. “Come on!”

Reluctantly, you let go of Bucky and took a step back. Your exhale came out shaky, and in your almost-kiss-induced trance you handed him the popsicle without saying anything before you followed the kid.

You turned back to look at him, one hand sprawled across your stomach, the other across your chest. He knew you were feeling it too: the butterflies, the racing heartbeat, that pleasant heat going through your body.

The difference between like and love.

A week later, he came home to an empty apartment. He climbed the stairs to your studio but you weren’t there. Instead, he found a canvas stretched out smooth and tight on the floor, and several bowls of paint arranged in a semi-circle around it.

He knew you were home, you wouldn’t leave without your phone or bag. Out of curiosity, he went up on the roof and let out a relieved breath when he found you.

You were sitting on the edge of the rooftop with your knees up to your chin and your arms wrapped loosely around your shins. You looked so beautiful in the golden hue of the setting sun.

He stood there, watching you as if he was looking at a painting in a museum. Entranced. You hadn’t noticed him yet, and a quick glance around the roof told him you were alone.

Slowly, he made his way to you and took in your appearance: a short sleeve white shirt and a pair of denim overalls. The shirt was surprisingly spotless but the overalls were covered in dried paint splatters of different colours.

“I looked everywhere for you,” he spoke softly, trying not to disturb you.

“Did you?”

You straightened up a little but kept your eyes trained on the horizon. Bucky sat close to your feet and let his hand slip under the hem of your jeans to close around your ankle. A sigh slipped past your lips, and he let his fingertips linger for a moment on your smooth skin.

He knew you had a meeting today, and judging by the resigned look on your face, it didn’t go well.

“What’s on your mind, angel?” he said, caressing the top of your foot.

“I was thinking about the night we met. God, I was so nervous,” you said, laughing softly. “I told you that agreeing to meet you was like choosing between a pack of wolves and jumping off a cliff.”

“I remember,” he chuckled.

“I never told you how glad I am that I jumped off that cliff,” you said. “I’d never jumped head first into something, not knowing what was going to happen. Now I think I’m addicted to it. Before I met you, I was living for others. Everything single decision was thoroughly analysed. There was no mystery, fun, or impulsiveness. I put my entire life on hold, and now I see that I can’t do that anymore.”

“What are you going to do?”

You paused, searching for the right words. “I don’t know if I want to turn my passion into a career. Painting is my safe-place, and right now it’s giving me so much anxiety. I haven’t had the inspiration to paint in weeks.” You looked at him and pressed your lips together tightly. “And, if I don’t want to become a full time artist, then I guess our deal is off.”

Bucky stared at you, mouth agape. He really hadn’t seen it coming.

“Please, don’t be angry,” you pleaded. “I don’t want to stop seeing you. When he didn’t answer, you leaned forward and touched his face.

“I could never be angry with you, angel,” he said, kissing the inside of your palm. “I understand, and I’ll help you however I can.”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m still thinking about it.” You looked away from him and stared at the sky. “Do you know that feeling when you stand in a high place and you think about jumping? You don’t want to jump and you don’t do it, but there’s that urge.”

“I think I do.”

“It’s called ‘call of the void’. People say that it’s an affirmation of our will to live. That knowing we’re going to die one day makes us appreciate life even more.” You looked at him. “I want to jump but I can’t. I’m scared.” You lowered your voice. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“You’re scaring me a little. You can’t talk about jumping when we’re sitting on the edge of the roof.”

You chuckled under your breath. “It’s a metaphor.”

“Let’s go home. We’ll make dinner together, put on some music and pretend we’re in a movie.” He got to his feet and held out his hand to you. “Please.”

You took his hand and let him lead you to the staircase.

Once you were inside the apartment, he removed his shoes and you removed yours. Silence settled between the two of you as you entered the kitchen. Bucky moved behind the counter while you stood close to the dining table.

When he chanced a glance at you, he saw you staring into nothing while you played with the charm on your necklace, rolling it back and forth on its chain. You often did that when you were daydreaming.

Bucky walked over to you and placed his hand on top of yours, halting your movements. You let go of the pendant and held his hand instead. He ran his thumb soothingly over your fingers.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he spoke softly.

“If I say it, it’s going to change everything.”

He pressed your joined hands against his chest, over his heart. “No, it’ll make it real.”

He let go of your hand and cupped the side of your face. You leaned closer until you were only inches apart. His thumb traced your cheekbone, then moved to trace the outline of your bottom lip.

He let you come to him, let you take that first step, and when your lips brushed against his, he closed his eyes and sighed. He kissed your parted lips; once, twice, three times, tiny little kisses against your trembling lips.

His kiss grew bolder, turning into something so intimate, so passionate and intense that tears gathered in his eyes. He pressed his mouth more firmly against yours, his large hand still cupping the side of your face. His bad shoulder jutted forward as if his missing arm wanted to touch you.

He let out a groan, frustrated that he only had one hand to finally explore your skin. Sensing his inner turmoil, you held onto his bad shoulder and pulled him against you.

His tongue swept into your mouth, moving in a slow and deliberate rhythm. A growl escaped him and he deepened the kiss, tasting, sliding, retreating and entering again. He poured everything he had into the kiss.

“Bucky,” you moaned after your broke the kiss, breathless.

Hearing his name fall from your lips, your voice hoarse with desire, sparked something inside him. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the softness and collecting the moisture that had gathered there.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, looking positively entranced. “My pretty angel.”

You pulled him in for another kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, your slightly cold hands felt amazing against his heated skin. He pressed himself against you, letting you feel the rise and fall of his chest, the desperation in the jerky thrust of his hips.

He needed more but he wasn’t going to force you into anything. He was more than happy to stand here and kiss you for hours. He cupped the back of your neck and rubbed the sensitive skin behind your ear with his thumb.

“I’m yours,” he spoke against your lips, his eyes screwed shut.

You pulled back to look him in the eye, searching his face. He opened his eyes and you saw nothing but honesty in the depth of his eyes.

You untangled yourself from him and took his hand. Slowly, you took a step back, then another, his hand still in yours. His eyebrows lifted slightly when you bit your bottom lip and gave him a coy look.

He nearly growled again, the wolf inside him eager to touch you, feel you, claim you. He stood taller, his chest puffed out and breathing fast.

You led him up the stairs to the second floor and turned on the light in the corridor. You slowly made your way down the corridor with him behind you.

But instead of turning left towards his bedroom, you turned right into your studio, and it changed everything. Your studio was your sanctuary, your safe place, and knowing that you were about to bare your soul and body to him tamed his inner wolf.

You hesitated at the threshold of the room and glanced over your shoulder to look at him. Bucky squeezed your hand to encourage you.

“I bought some body paint on my way home,” you said, letting go of his hand to step into the room. “I wanted to try something different, something more personal. I wanted to use my body to express my emotions, to create something raw and messy. My interpretation of somatic art therapy.”

You moved around the darkened room; bent down to adjust the canvas on the floor and made sure the bowls of paint were still full.

“I sat there and thought of my mom and Pietro,” you continued, barefoot on the canvas. “I only feel sadness and anger, and I don’t want to create something that makes me feel sad. And I realized the only thing that keeps me inspired is hope.”

Turning to face him, you held your hand out, palm up, and his eyes widened at your silent request. Without thinking twice, he joined you on the canvas. It was both soft and scratchy under his feet.

Bucky watched as you unbuckled the right strap of your overalls and slipped the second strap off your shoulder. You tugged your jeans down your legs and tossed them aside, leaving you in your underwear and white shirt.

Swallowing thickly, Bucky let his eyes travel up and down your body. He had seen you in your bathing suit before but this was different. Then he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head, baring his strong chest, hard abdomen and marred skin.

The room was dark; the pastel sky, visible from your studio thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, didn’t provide much light. The light was still on in the corridor, casting a faint golden glow over the room.

You took a step forward to examine his scars more carefully and Bucky took that opportunity to kiss you again, slowly, intimately. He peppered kisses along your jaw and down your neck, then went down on his knees in front of you and continued his journey down your body, pressing soft kisses to your stomach.

He accidentally knocked over two bowls of paint; the dark colours spilled out onto the canvas, chasing each other. His kisses made you light up with desire, your moans music to his ears as your hands came down on the back of his head.

When it all became too much, you gently pushed him into a lying position and helped him out of his jeans. His belt buckle made a faint clink when you pulled it open, and Bucky swore out loud when you planted a wet open-mouthed kiss right below his navel.

In the back of his mind, he knew he wasn’t going to survive the night. He let his head fall back against the canvas and closed his eyes shut. Your talented mouth sent sharp jolts of pleasure through him, making it difficult to breathe.

He could feel the paint stick to his back, creating the shape of his upper body on the canvas. It was strangely exciting.

He moaned, arching his back, and slammed his fist down on the canvas. His fist landed in one of the bowls of paint. It splashed paint everywhere. He looked down at you and saw tiny flecks of paint splayed like freckles on one side of your face.

It made you both giggle. As he pushed himself up into a sitting position, Bucky left a print of his forearm on the canvas. You climbed into his lap, straddling him, then removed your shirt and bra. You wrapped your legs around him, one hand on his upper arm, the other hugging his neck.

Bucky was sitting on the canvas with his legs outstretched and slightly bent at the knees. He held you against his chest, rocking back and forth, his arm around the small of your back. You sighed together, sharing the same breath.

“You have the prettiest nose.” You let your index finger run down the length of his nose, your finger wet with paint. “So pretty.”

Laughing softly, he brushed his nose against yours and kissed you. He changed the angle of his thrusts, catching you by surprise.

“Does that feel good, angel?” he asked, lightly biting your jaw. You answered with a short cry. “Look at me.” You slowly opened your eyes, your movements faltered a little. “You’re so beautiful like this. You drive me crazy, y’know that?”

“Bucky,” you cried out.

He felt you shiver when he moved his hand from your back to your face. He cupped the side of your face and you immediately pressed yourself closer to him, craving the warmth of his touch.

He stopped your movements and looked you in the eye. “I’d do anything for you. Anything. You’re my one and only.”

He laid you down as gently and safely as he could, and once you were lying flat on your back, he sprawled between your thighs. He supported his weight on his forearm, careful not to crush you. Your hands slid up his sides, and as your thumb traced over his ribcage, a violent shiver went through his body.

He had never seen anything more beautiful than watching you come apart; your eyebrows furrowed, your lips parted in a silent ‘o’, the way your body shook in little spams. Absolutely stunning.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of you and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and slowly caressed his back.

After he kissed his way down the side of your neck, he straightened himself up into a kneeling position and looked down at you. Your naked body was on display, covered in paint and glistening under the moonlight. He wished he could take a picture, immortalize this memory.

He helped you up, and after another passionate kiss he led you to his bathroom, the two of you leaving colourful footprints all over the clean floor.

The bathroom's bright fluorescent light was harsh and unforgiving as you looked at each other in the mirror. Yet you were both glowing, streaks and dots of paint covering your bodies. Bucky turned on the water and waited for it to get hot.

He wrapped his arm around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. “We look like we blew up a rainbow,” he said, smiling wide when it made you chuckle.

In the shower, you took turns washing each other, laughing and kissing until the water turned cold. You pushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled sweetly at him.

“We’re going to catch a cold if we stay here.”

“Mhh,” he replied, kissing your temple. “You’re right. There are clean towels on the shelf. Go, I’ll be right behind you, I still need to take care of my scar.”

“Can I help you?”

Asking for help wasn’t something he was comfortable with, especially after years of being babied by his ex-girlfriend, friends and family. After his accident, he couldn’t do anything on his own. He had to rely on others and it made him feel like a burden, like he was incapable of taking care of himself.

He knew it was all in his head but he couldn’t help it.

“It’s not exactly sexy,” he said.

“I don’t care. I want to help. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

Patiently he guided you step by step through the process of cleaning his stump. You inspected his skin thoroughly, looking for irritation or any signs of infection, then washed it with a mild soap.

He had to admit that watching the woman he loved take such good care of his scar made his stomach fill with butterflies. You looked so focused, so attentive, that he could help but smile and try to kiss you.

“Bucky,” you complained, turning your head away, avoiding his kiss. “This is serious business, stop fooling around.”

He almost said it. I love you. But something was holding him back. He didn’t know what would happen next and it scared him. He didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, but he also realized that things were moving too fast.

“Okay, now you’re shivering,” he said, holding you close, trying to share his body heat with you. “Let’s get out of here.”

He wrapped you in a fluffy bathrobe and patted you dry. Then you carefully dried his scar and applied corticosteroid cream to his shoulder, massaging it gently into his skin. He slipped on his robe and you loosely tied the belt at his waist.

“We should talk about what just happened,” you said, playing with the belt. “What does it mean? What are we going to do? Can we-mph”

He cut you off with a kiss, long and hard and filled with passion. You smiled against his lips and finally pulled away.

“Is that how you’re going to shut me up from now on?” you asked with a grin.

“We’ll talk,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours. “But not tonight.”

“When then?”

“Tomorrow, I promise.”

You looked down at your hands on his belt and nodded. He tilted your head up and lowered his mouth to yours.

“Don’t avoid me tomorrow. Please.”

Your words felt like a knife in his heart, and it left him momentarily speechless. He took one of your hands and pressed it against his heart. “No matter what we decide to do, you’re my angel and I’m yours.”

You shared a long, silent hug before you both decided to call it a night. Once he saw the footprints in the corridor, Bucky felt the urge to clean them. He tried to resist but he knew if he didn't clean he wouldn't be able to sleep.

You understood –you always understood. That’s why he felt so comfortable with you.

Once it was clean, he joined you in the kitchen and made you breakfast for dinner, opening the cupboard and pulling out a couple boxes of cereal you didn’t even know he had.

He told you that he was keeping them for a special occasion. He remembered you telling him that it was your favourite meal as a kid, watching TV with your siblings every Sunday night, eating cereals.

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” you said, tears in your eyes.

The two of you sat on your bed, sharing random thoughts and spoonfuls of cereal. You giggled as milk dribbled down his chin and stained his robe. You wiped at the spot on his chin with your thumb and gave him a chaste kiss.

Your lips tasted sweet. Bucky pulled you in for another kiss, discarding the dirty dishes on your bedside table. You helped each other undress, then slid under the covers where you laid your head on Bucky’s chest.

“Bucky,” your voice cut through the quiet. “Do you mind-”

“Don’t worry, my angel, I’ll wait until you fall asleep.”

“Thank you.”

Part 12

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Captain the Retired Police Dog and His Puppies Part 4

The puppies are here!!!!! The puppies are finally coming!

Captain Masterlist

Part 3

After that Marinette spent the day with Harley, Ivy, and Edwin it seemed they popped up around the Manor more often

Usually it was just to say hi, and in Edwin's case to flirt with Marinette

Not that she paid the flirting any mind she was very happy with Damian and only saw Edwin as a friend

And Edwin was respectful and backed off when Marinette said he had gone to far

And finally it was time!

Ace was having her puppies!

And Marinette was alone!

It was a little past midnight when Marinette woke up to find Damain gone and Ace in labor and Captain freaking out

Marinette jumped out of bed and rush over to the 2 german sheperds

Marinette: Hey it's okay. Calm down

Marinette rubbed Ace's head to comfort her

Captain still freaking out: What should we do Marinette? What should we do?

Ace: Darling you are freaking out more then me. Calm down.

Captain sitting besides Marinette: You're right, you're right. I have to he strong for our children

Captain sunk down and place his head on top of Ace: But what if something happens

Marinette: Dont worry you two I'm sure whatever villian Damian is beating up right now can wait.

Marinette frantically dialed Damian's number

It turns out that the bat fam were in the middle of a taken down one of Penguin's lesser skeems

Robin was literal beating up a henchman when a song about angles blasted from his pocket

It caught everybody so off gaurd that everybody good and bad paused and stared at Robin

Robin: Sorry, I have to take this

Robin pulled his phone out and hit answered

Robin: Hey Ang-

Marinette: ACE IS HAVING HER PUPPIES NOW!!!!

Robin putting his phone on mute: Bathound is having her puppies?!?!

Jason: The puppies are coming?

Marinette: YES! Can you finish what ever Robin business you're doing and come back?

Marinette eyes widen when she realized that she let it slipped that she knew about the Wayne family's nightly activities

Damian's eyes also widen before a now common lovesick grin spread across his face

Robin: Of course you figured it out Angle

Marinette blushing: Sorry I was going to wait until you were ready to tell me.

Robin: It's okay Angle I'll be there soon this really isnt a big deal I've just been playing with this guy anyway. He's completely incompetent

Henchman: Hey that's rude

Robin didn't listen to

Robin: Batman I will be leaving now

Redhood: I'm going with him!

Red Robin: No fair I wanted to sse Bathound give birth too

Batman sighing and turning to Penguin: Any chance we can cut this short?

Penguin: Yeah besides this jewel isn't worth the trouble if we don't

Batman: Thank you sorry about this

Penguin: No problem bats, I do request a picture of the puppies after they're born

Batman: I'm sure the children will make sure everybody they see has pictures of the puppies

When the Waynes got back and changed they rushed to Damian's room to see Ace giving birth to her third puppy

Marinette looked up at the sound of the door opening

Marinette: I'm so glad y'all came back in time. So far we have 3 healthy puppies

Damian rushed over to Ace to do a quick look over of the puppies that were already born making sure they were all okay

Marinette: So far so good they've been coming pretty quickly

Damian grabbing Marinette's face and kissing her: You are truly amazing Angel

The Wayne family and Marinette watch in fascination as 5 more puppies came in to the world in the span of 3 hours

Marinette: I can't believe it 8 puppies!

Captain nuzzling Ace: 8 puppies! Can you believe it my Love 8 puppies!!! You did fantastic! And all our puppies are absolutely beautiful!!!

Ace exhausted: That's wonderful Darling

Captain: Rest now my Love I'll watch over our children

Ace falling asleep: Thank you dear

Captain started sniffing his children nudging them towards their mother so they can stay fed and warm

Tim: They are so tiny! Can we keep them Bruce?

Bruce: Jason we can not keep 9-10 German Sheperds, a Turkey, cat, and cow

Jason: You also shouldn't be able to keep half the kids you adopt yet here we are

Bruce pinching the bridge of his nose: We'll have to see

Marinette: Dont worry Jason even if you don't keep all of them we'll find good homes for them

Harley:We heard the puppies have arrived!

Harley and Ivy burst into the room carrying balloons and plush dog toys for the puppies

Marinette: Harley! Ivy! What are you two doing here?

Harley: Alfred was a doll and called us! Edwin would've been here too but he's hanging out with friends for the week

Damian whispering to Marinette: Thank goodness

Marinette gently elbowed Damian in the ribs: Be nice

Harley: Oh my goodness Iv look at this one!

Harley gently lifts one of the puppies who had brown fur half way up all his legs

Harley: Omg it looks like his paws were dipped in Pudding! Can we keep him?

Ivy: We don't even know if they're up for adoption

Bruce seeing the future if he doesn't find the puppies a home: Please take one

Harley: Awesome! But we'll have to wait 8 week right?

Damian: That's right

The next day after everybody got some rest as the new parents spent more time with their puppies

And Marinette sat down with the Waynes

Damian was sitting besides Marinette as she fidgeted with her fingers

Marinette: So I know you are Batman, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin

Tim totally unconcincing: What?! No... That's impossible....Where would you get an idea like that...

Eveybody in the room gave Tim an unimpressed look

Tim: Okay I'm not fooling anybody. You are good Marinette

Marinette: Thank you

Bruce: I trust that you won't be telling anybody about this

Damian: Father!

Marinette: It's okay Damian. You can trust me Mr. Wayne, because I have my own secret. I'm also a super hero called Ladybug

Waynes: What?!

Tikki flew out of Marinette's pocket

Marinette: Let me show you, Tikki?

Tikki: Ready Marinette

Marinette: Okay, Tikki Spots On!

As Marinette transformed the other inhabitants in the room stared as the girl transformed into her hero form

Damian with a love struck smile: Just when I thought I couldn't love you anymore Angel

Marinette: Tikki Spots Off

Marinette detransforms, but Tikki stayed out were the Waynes could see her

Tikki: Hi my name's Tikki I'm Marinette's kwami

Kaalki: Does this mean I can finally stop hiding my beautiful self

Kaalki came out of Marinette's other pocket that held her miraculous

Marinette: And this is Kaalki the kwami of teleportation

Bruce: I feel like you have a lot to tell us Marinette

Marinette: That is correct but first. I as one of the heroes of Paris officially request assistance from the Justice league with the situation in Paris

Damian: What situation?

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strawberries & cigarettes by troye whatshisface but it's winteriron (idk if this is a prompt or just a statement you can take it as either)

Bucky doesn’t like the fact that he’s going to a stupid fucking private school. He doesn’t like that this is his mother’s sacrifice, that she stays up late with the bills and works another job so that he can go there and make a living.

He doesn’t even know what he wants to do in life, that’s the thing. Mom thinks that he’s going to be a really good businessman and she doesn’t know that he smokes outside his window and sometimes just doesn’t retain any sort of information at school because he has to be good.

“I sacrifice so much for you,” she tells him one night. “You need to make a good living for yourself. Promise me.”

And he does. Hell if he knows how he’s going to keep it, but that’s the promise.

The one kid that he absolutely hates at school is Tony Stark. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a whole silverware drawer at the ready in case he doesn’t like the spoon.

Tony’s kind of wealth is the kind that is so astronomically high that at some point you have to wonder what it means to him. Because it doesn’t seem to mean anything.

He shows up in the shittiest sneakers he’s ever seen, held together with tape and drawn on by someone else. His hair is never styled, his uniform is never washed, and yet he just exudes that kind of confidence that comes with knowing that your life is better than anyone else’s, kind of.

He’s also an ass in class. Correcting teachers, derailing the topic, and acting like it all is beneath him.

They say he’s a genius, going to take over his father’s company. He has his future set in stone, and so there’s nothing else for him to learn. Bucky’s not really sure if he’s a genius or not, because he’s pretty sure a genius could figure out when to leave shit alone.

Everyone at St. Anthony’s knows that Bucky is an individual who does well on his own. At most, you say hello and move on. He doesn’t talk to anyone, he makes sure he doesn’t look like he talks to anyone, and he’s said multiple times that he doesn’t want to talk to anyone.

Tony Stark, however, talks. Doesn’t matter what the subject is, he talks.

Bucky gets nicknames. Because of his...frigid demeanor, this means that Tony calls him shit like “Ice Pop,” “Icicle,” “Mr. Freeze,” and any other nickname that’s applicable to cold.

“Hey Snowball,” Tony says in class. “You finished with your presentation for English class? Mine still sucks, although I’m sure it’ll be better than Hammer’s.”

“That’s not saying a lot,” Bucky mutters. “At all. Now shut up. It’s class.”

“We all know it’s going to be boring,” Tony says. “Sitwell has the personality of a tumbleweed, and you’re so much more interesting to talk to.”

Bucky doesn’t respond to that.

“Ah, so we’re at the no-talking stage, darling. I’ll make it up to you. Ice cream? Dinner? Elaborate cruise trip in summer?”

Bucky rolls his eyes, and Tony quiets for roll call, but says one last comment.

“I think I’m going to do the presentation in Comic Sans. Thoughts?”

“I wish you didn’t have thoughts, then maybe you’d leave me alone.”

Tony laughs.

“You’re cute, Barnes. Cute. You know I don’t leave anyone alone.”

There’s a bad day. Bucky gets those sometimes. Every day of his life is a bad day, almost, but this one? The absolute worst.

He had nightmares, barely got any sleep, and found out that his little sister used up the last of his shampoo, so he had to use his mom’s and now he smells like “Strawberry Paradise.”

He hates the day, and it’s not even eight o’clock yet.

Tony Stark, of course, makes it worse. He talks incessantly about something related to robotics or the weather or music or whatever, and Bucky just sees red.

"Can you shut up for one fucking second of your life?” he hisses at him. “Oh my fucking god, it doesn’t matter. Nothing you say matters at all to me.”

Tony’s heard a lot of shit like that. Like, a lot. Probably worse.

But for some reason, it’s hurting more coming from Bucky Barnes.

Tony doesn’t shut up. He knows that. Everyone knows that. He has legitimately given people headaches. His dad has timed his talking and limited him to about two minutes. It would’ve been even less, but at family therapy they’re trying to work on “empathy for others.”

(A crock of bullshit, because Tony’s fairly sure his dad doesn’t know what that is.)

Bucky’s...he’s different. Sure, he hates Tony. Everyone does, and to be completely frank, Tony likes it that way. You know where you stand, how you can be interpreted if people only feel one thing about you.

But Bucky is perhaps the only interesting person Tony knows at this hellhole of a school. He works really hard on his assignments, has more to work on than other kids. He looks frustrated at math equations, but stays and pores over textbooks after school.

He brings a peanut butter and jelly sandwich every single day. Tony thinks the last time he had one was at a birthday party when he was twelve, and even then it wasn’t really a sandwich but more of a deconstructed concept thing that probably cost two hundred bucks a plate.

Now that Tony’s ruminating on it, it’s probably because no one has exactly told him that what he says doesn’t matter. They just say they don’t wanna hear about it. The two concepts are honestly very different. Tony has a sneaking suspicion that he is going to go into a tailspin about this on a Thursday night at two in the morning.

Ha. On a Thursday night at two in the morning. What odd phrasing that is, why is that so weird? It’s night, but it’s morning and you’re supposed to be asleep but morning is a wake-up time, so--

Oh, there’s the meaning.

Why would you discuss a night and a morning? Why does it matter? On a Thursday?

Tony wonders how much shit he’s said that just ultimately doesn’t matter.

This gets him thinking about how much nothing in his life matters. Don’t get him wrong, he knew it.

Knew it in the way everyone tells him he’ll be the next Howard Stark.

Knows it in the way that his own father isn’t exactly all too fond of him and Tony has a problem looking at anything with dear old Captain America because of comparisons that his father makes and honestly he probably almost named Tony “Steve.”

Could you imagine him having the name of Steve? God, he’d barf.

For some reason, this is the worst he’s ever felt. Sure his father hates him and his mother could be considered an absentee at best, but what gets him to cry into his pillow and rethink his entire existence is a guy who has eye circles darker than anyone else’s and thinks that wearing any bright color is “branching out into alternative fashion.”

God, he wishes he had a break.

Nothing you say matters to me.

This is the phrase that gets him. Tony is pretty sure it’s because it’s what everyone thinks.

Ever since then, Tony doesn’t talk to Bucky. Ever.

And that’s...that’s weird to Bucky. It was routine. Tony annoys him, he snaps a bit, and then it starts all over.

Tony looks at him, sometimes. As if he’s some sort of impossible problem he can’t figure out.

When Bucky actually thinks about it, Tony hasn’t really talked to anyone. He’s still himself, which is irritating, but he’s not talking about anything and everything and filling up space.

It’s...odd.

He feels a little bit bad because what he said was super shitty and he shouldn’t have said it, but now it’s too late to just kind of awkwardly apologize, and Bucky’s already shit at apologizing anyway.

Summer arrives with a bang. School is let out ,and in comes the ninety-degree-days that melt your damn head off. Bucky’s apartment doesn’t have AC, so their windows are permanently open and fans are blasting as they swear they’re melting.

Bucky needs a job. Preferably one with air conditioning.

He finds one as a driver. Rich people hate taxis, it’s a huge health hazard or whatever they wanna say. He’s not gonna ask. But a nice man named Edwin hands him keys to a damn Cadillac and tells him not to drive too close to the other cars and be careful, because he wasn’t supposed to start the job quite yet, but “something came up.”

Tony fucking Stark. That’s who he’s fucking driving.

“Oh my god,” Bucky groans. He sees Tony get into the car.

“Hey, Jarvis told me I had a new driver, it’s really nice to--oh my fucking god.”

“Where are you driving to.”

“Queens.”

“Queens, seriously?”

Queens isn’t the type of place for someone like Stark to go to. He’s supposed to say Saks Fifth Avenue or Gucci or wherever the hell rich people go when they’re not vacationing in Europe or elsewhere. Not Queens. Especially not Queens.

“It doesn’t matter where I’m going so long as you know where to drive,” Tony says.

“Sheesh. Okay.”

The rest of the drive is silent. It’s not like Bucky can do small-talk. Jesus, he’d rather take his other arm off than do that.

And Tony, obviously, is not going to say anything. Not after hearing that stellar set of remarks from school.

It’s a school. There are kids out front, who practically swarm the vehicle.

“Should I be concerned?”

“No, they do this every week. If you drive the car back home, Jarvis will explain more. You were kind of an ‘on the spot’ hire for us.”

“Got it.”

Jarvis is a kindly old man who Bucky would trust with his Social Security number.

He is also extremely loyal to Tony, at least.

“He helps out with some after-school program at one of the local schools,” Jarvis says, smiling softly. “Has a spot in his heart for the children.”

“What’s he do?”

“Oh, helps them with schoolwork. I think he does some improvement type jobs around there, but he won’t let us know. Secretive, that one.”

Bucky sips his tea and doesn’t say anything about how Tony once told everyone in the class that he was wearing neon yellow boxers and they were the comfiest damn boxers he had. It’s just not pertinent to this conversation.

“You know him, Mr. Barnes?”

“Um, yeah. We go to school together. I’ve seen him around.”

“He’s a good student. Always getting straight A’s. Doesn’t always seem like it, but he listens well. Just has a different method.”

“That’s for sure.”

For the next two weeks, it’s silence. Always. Bucky will turn on the radio and that’s it. The only thing that Tony has said is to “please change the channel to literally anything” when Belinda Carlisle’s infamously terrible “Heaven is a Place on Earth” came on.

And that’s it. Seriously.

When it is two weeks and four days, Bucky can’t take it anymore.

“Look. I have this job for at least two more months. I’m talking to you. So tell me what you’re doing today.”

“Teaching.”

“Wow, way to be descriptive,” Bucky says sarcastically.

Tony knows he shouldn’t throw it back in his face. But honestly, truly, this is pissing him off.

“Oh I’m sorry, does what I say matter to you now? Is that what this is?”

“Oh come on. That was months ago.”

"Not the point!” Tony says. “I’m getting out now. Feel free to pick me up or not. I don’t give a fuck. But don’t you pretend for a damn minute that you give a shit about my reaction since you’ve already made your point.”

The car door is slammed.

Bucky is in somewhat of a pickle.

Sam tells him that he’s, quote, “the stupidest motherfucker on the planet.”

And then hangs up.

thank you for being such a good friend sam. really appreciate it.

aw look at the little bitch boy mad because i called him stupid. shut up i’m on a date and don’t care once about you. at all.

i think what i really like about our friendship is how open and empathetic you are to my feelings

do you know how unattractive you are? on a scale of one to ten? prussia.

you can’t count now?

no i can count i’m just saying you shouldn’t exist.

god i hate you. i’ll talk to you next month

(Yes, they have a time limit to texts. Once a month. And Bucky used his to try to get advice like an idiot. He should’ve just asked Steve. Steve probably would’ve sent him money for a milkshake.)

Sharon, upon reading his text, sends him back one message:

so i read this but i’m not emotionally invested. can u make a playlist and send it to me?

oh my god. you have got to be kidding me.

i’m not. i told you that u need to b more creative in life. b spontaneous!!!

He leaves her on read after that.

Bucky has to figure out how to apologize. Genuinely. Because nothing’s worse than having an apology made but knowing that the person isn’t really meaning it, they’re only saying it to make people more comfortable.

(He wonders how many times someone’s apologized to Tony because of this reason.)

He’s not exactly sure how to go about apologizing.

But he figures it’s sooner rather than later, so he takes the subway to Manhattan and then gets a bike (that’s not exactly his, but he’s bringing it back) and starts the trek to the mansion. It’s a good and solid thirty minute bike ride.

Tony is having a rather uncomfortable family birthday dinner. Howard’s, to be specific. He’s not sure why they didn’t just go out, but maybe his father is tired of acting like a happy family in public. God knows Tony is.

(“What’s your favorite thing about your son?” An interviewer had asked cheerily, blush lipstick stretching widely as she smiled.

“Well, it’s certainly not his sense of style,” Howard had joked.

He didn’t know what his favorite thing about his son was. He couldn’t answer the fucking question.)

Jarvis mentions that “Sir Anthony” has a visitor at the door.

“Are you serious, kid?” Howard says, hissing. “You told someone to come over? During a family event?”

"No, of course not,” Tony says hurriedly. He doesn’t have anyone over to the house period. Too much risk, not enough payoff. There was also the fact that the house is basically like a mausoleum because both of his parents would rather be caught dead than spend time in one another’s company anymore.

“I’ll go...I’ll go check who it is.”

Bucky. Fucking. Barnes.

“What are you doing here?” Tony hisses.

“I came to apologize.”

“For what?”

“For telling you that your words don’t matter?” Bucky says, more of a question. “I don’t know what else I would apologize for. Maybe for mean-mugging you. I don’t know.”

“Why?” Tony asks, tiredly. “Why would you apologize for that?”

“Because it’s obviously affecting you and also I know I was in the wrong? That’s why people apologize?” Bucky answers. “What I did was shitty. What you say matters, I was just having a shitty day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. It obviously stuck with you a lot longer than I thought it would. So now I’m apologizing.”

No one besides Jarvis has ever apologized to Tony. Ever. Not in a genuine way.

“Did you...did you bike here? You have a bike?”

“What? No.”

“You walked here?” Tony asks, incredulous.

“Of course not, then I’d be arriving, like, an hour later. No, the bike isn’t mine.”

“Who’s is it?”

“I don’t know, some hipster’s from Brooklyn.”

“You stole a bike?”

“The circumstances weren’t ideal, but I don’t have a car to drive to your freakishly large house,” Bucky said bluntly.

Tony grins.

“Well then, Buckster, welcome. Let me give you a ride home.”

He pokes his head into the dining room, where the plates are already being cleared.

“Hey, I gotta give my friend a ride home. Car broke down a couple miles from here.”

“Why don’t you just fix it?” Howard asks. “You’re a Stark.”

“A Stark who would need to order a part for a 1980 Ford Crown Victoria.”

“Tell him to get a better car.”

“Sure, pops.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, Dear Father of Mine.”

“Just go, damn it!”

Bucky is led to a garage full of luxury cars that probably cost more than his whole block put together.

“Which one you wanna go in?”

“Am I allowed in one of these? Holy fuck these are nice.”

Tony grins.

“Best part about having a car is driving it. Choose one.”

Bucky chooses a bright red car, a smooth Cadillac.

“Holy hell, this is cool.”

Tony drives.

He’s a good driver once you get past the fact that you will fear for your life for at least twenty minutes. He is also notoriously terrible in the city traffic, yelling at drivers and pedestrians alike.

“How are you still alive with the way you drive?” Bucky asks.

“We made it, didn’t we?” Tony asks, grinning. “Now go return your bike and don’t try to walk to my house again.”

“See you tomorrow?”

“Naturally.”

Tony talks a lot. But Bucky finds himself listening. It still takes a while, but he talks.

Tony really is smart. His mind just works quickly, and that’s why at school he never really seems to absorb anything.

Bucky tells him about his neighborhood and how much he hates his neighbor because she keeps blasting music at one in the morning.

“So? Blast it in the morning,” Tony says. “That’s what I’d do.”

“Ma would say no.”

“Then don’t tell her!”

When it all changes, it’s when Bucky picks him up from a gala. He gets the following text:

pls come pick me up!! please! i’m begging!

It’s eleven at night, but Bucky sighs and goes to get the car and goes to pick him up.

Tony’s swaying outside. Bucky gets out, getting a pack of Marlboro out of his jacket.

“Shouldn’t smoke,” Tony says.

“You drunk?”

“No, can’t risk it when Howard and Maria aren’t here--mom and dad.”

He almost never calls his parents mom and dad. Ever. Only in public settings.

Bucky lights up anyway. Tony stares at the orange embers flaring up.

“Why did you need a ride?”

“Kind of avoiding an old...enemy. Slash ex-boyfriend.”

“The worst kind of enemy to have. He trying to talk to you?”

“It’s been an all-night event, so--”

The doors burst open.

Out walks the sleaziest guy that Bucky’s ever seen. His suit is garishly designer, the kind that borders on being confused for a tacky suit that you find in a thrift store for two dollars total.

“Tony, baby! Where have you been? I wanted to discuss things with you...in private.”

He gives Bucky a once-over.

“And who are you, catering?”

Bucky immediately wants to clock this guy in the damn mouth.

“Actually this is James, my boyfriend,” Tony says, snaking his arm around Bucky’s waist.

At this point, he’ll just have to go with it. It’s not the worst thing that’s happened.

“And who are you?” Bucky asks. “Sweetheart, you never mentioned you knew someone with such a...unique take on style.”

“I’m Ty, an old and close friend,” he says. He sticks his hand out. Bucky makes him switch hands by holding out his metal hand.

“Nice to see you,” he says. “But unfortunately, I have to take my guy back home. Plans and all that, you know how it is.”

“Bye Ty!” Tony says.

Bucky throws an arm around Tony’s shoulders, bringing him close. A ghost of a kiss to the forehead completes the lie, and Bucky looks back towards Ty, who has his eyes narrowed.

He flips him off with his right hand. (It’s satisfying.)

“Thank you so much for going along with that,” Tony says, looking up.

The cigarette is still in his mouth. He takes a drag, letting embers fall down and disintegrate into the pavement.

“He seemed like a shitty kind of person.”

“Not the best of people, that’s for sure,” Tony mutters. “You wanna go get ice cream?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

Getting late night ice cream is like going into a different dimension. Bucky’s not sure if it’s the overbearing, fluorescent white light that gets to him, but Tony seems tired. At ease, but tired.

He gets strawberry ice cream, and Bucky gets chocolate.

They sit and eat for a moment.

“Why do you go to St. Anthony’s?” Tony asks. “It’s clear you hate it.”

“You don’t?”

“Not the worst school I’ve been sent to.”

“You don’t want to be there either?”

“There are a lot of places I don’t want to be, but this isn’t about me, I’m asking about you. You wanna share with the class or get a hall pass?”

Bucky snorts.

“Geez, okay. My mom really wants a good education for me.”

"She know that you don’t know what to do?”

“And how do you figure that?” Bucky asks, eyebrow raised.

“You wouldn’t be working as a chauffeur for the rich kid if you knew what you were working towards,” Tony says with a shrug. “Seen it happen before. Usually I don’t know who they are, but you figure out commonalities pretty quickly.”

That makes too much sense.

“I have no fucking clue how I’m living my life and my mom wants me to become a businessman.”

“You wanna do that?”

“Do I look like the kind of guy that wants to wear a suit?”

“You look like you’d look good in a suit, not that you’d wear one.”

Bucky laughs. Takes a bite of ice cream, and readjusts the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

Over the summer, he and Tony get closer. They take walks in the park and Tony drags him into overpriced shops to look at clothes that are the ugliest goddamn things they’ve ever seen.

At some point, they hold hands and discuss secrets of the world of theirs that is unique to them.

Bucky kisses him one night while they’re just leaving perhaps the worst restaurant in the entire state of New York and god Tony didn’t think he’d ever not mind being wrapped up in fake-strawberry scented hair and cigarette smoke clinging to clothing, but he doesn’t mind it.

The whole summer, they’re inseparable. Tony chatters in the front seat of the car, now, and Bucky smiles a little bit more.

They walk in parks together and show each other funny little jokes and make inside understandings and look at sunsets and sunrises and get coffee and look at each other across the room.

It’s love, honest and true. But it’s not love like the never-ending kind. The thing about love is that it is not included in any toolbox, physical or mental. There is one thing that everyone knows regardless of whether it is admitted or not:

Love does not solve everything. It does not fix everything. And one should never rely on it to do anything but exist and work through your person to the best of its ability.

Howard comes back from a business trip. Sees Tony kiss Bucky goodbye, and that is that.

You can’t something like that as a son. It just...it won’t work for business.

Tony is sent to a boarding school upstate. Stricter guidelines, more controlling.

Bucky only hears one thing from Tony:

I’m sorry.

And he doesn’t believe it.

When you’re young, you think love is invincible. You think it survives through everything if you really want it to.

Love doesn’t do that.

Bucky writes letters, calls Jarvis, and mourns the loss of young love. He smokes a little bit more, leaves it clinging to his skin as a reminder that Tony would always wrinkle his nose in that adorable way, but it served to show Bucky that he had a bad habit.

He was in the middle of quitting.

His mother notices it.

Tells him that he needs to get his own shampoo.

“You can’t just use mine all the time,” she says playfully.

He remembers Tony’s hands gently threading through his hair in disbelief as Bucky kissed the living hell out of him.

Now there’s barely any trace.

He stops in his tracks when he sees an old coffee cup of Tony’s in his kitchen cabinet.

“When did you get this one?” Becca asks. She’s drinking out of it. He remembers Tony smiling over it at their little coffee shop that was hidden away. “I love it. It’s so cute.”

“From a thrift store,” Bucky says. “You can have it.”

“Really? Thanks!”

Tony pauses at the smell of cigarette smoke. Remembers blue eyes blazing along with orange embers, smoke curling around long hair and long summer nights.

His roommate at this new school asks if he smokes, if he can get him a pack.

“Uh, no. Just used to know someone who did.”

“You think they could get me a pack?”

“They don’t go here.”

“You can’t call them?”

Tony doesn’t respond.

You can’t call them?

He’s almost texted him about twenty times. Called him about thirty.

He knows the number by heart.

But he knows that Howard made him get a new phone, and now the memories are fading. He wishes he still had the pictures.

Love does not always last. Sometimes it is not meant to. Tony tries to tell himself that as he wakes up with tears streaming down his cheeks.

You always wish it would.

#i am sorry if this doesn't show up with a read more link on my dash but i'm too lazy to fix and i have work in uhhhhhh now #lovelyirony writes #this is sad i know #buckytony #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #mention of sam wilson and sharon carter because i love them #i think i love this a lot #it gives me very specific vibes but also eh #ALSO YEAH DID YOU KNOW IF YOU WALK FROM BROOKLYN TO QUEENS OR WHATEVER IT'S THREE HOURS #IDK WHY I LOOKED THAT UP #anyways i know nothing about new yrok #i thought queens nad brooklyn were not far apart #anyways i don't exactly care about that but oh well #bucky is tough and tony is not and together they are soft and good #anyways yeah the last couple lines. yeah. that's my mindset right now

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HPHM April Prompts 2021: Day 7: When Your Reflection Plots Against You (Part 3)

What is this, a crossover episode?

Okay, so funny story! The end to the story I’ve been doing recently and today’s prompt are about the same thing, so I sort of have to have them both be the thing for today because yeah! Part 1/3 Part 2/3

Anyway, onto...

Prompt 7: MC’s First Kiss

When Matthew finally came to, he had a pounding headache. He pushed himself up with the guitar case, getting back onto his face, before noticing the mirror. He wasn’t in it. Of course, Matthew thought, I’m the reflection now. He looked behind him, hoping to see where that light had come from. There was nothing. Apart from him, the bathroom was empty. Suddenly, he heard a door creak. On the other side of the mirror, in the real world, Charlie Weasley had walked in. Matthew moved towards the mirror.

“Charlie!” he tried, but to no avail, “Charlie!”

But there was nothing. It was like he was a ghost. Actually, I’m less than a ghost now. He sighed, moving back towards the guitar case. With nothing else to do, he picked up the instrument and slung it onto his back, before leaving the boys’ toilets. It occurred to him that he needed to find Edwin before he did anything too embarrassing, or before he got to his friends.

It was bizarre to see the halls of Hogwarts empty, but with all the same buzz of people moving up and down. It was rather like there being a conversation happening in the other room, but you couldn’t for the life of you find that room. He tried to marshal his thoughts as to where Edwin would go with his body. The lake, obviously, he thought to himself. But something rather strange happened to this alternate Hogwarts as Matthew approached the school grounds. What should have been the quidditch lesson area and the whomping willow, and the Forbidden Forest, was instead an inky black void, with large tubes of light jutting into it from various windows. It was solid, and Matthew couldn’t pass through it. A good way away he could see the grass around the Black Lake.

“So I can’t go anywhere that isn’t reflected.” he deduced aloud. Matthew tried to relax his breathing. This was just another riddle, and he would have to solve it. And for that, he’d need to focus.

“Shut up, Barnaby!”

Matthew twisted around, noticing the images of Merula, Ismelda and Barnaby hanging in the air through a small shield-shaped window. A Prefect’s badge, Matthew thought before leaning in to take a closer look.

“What is it?” Barnaby asked quietly.

“I just...I thought I heard him...” Merula said, her violet eyes scanning the corridor.

“Who?” asked Ismelda, irritated at having to stop.

“Luther, of course!” she snapped. Matthew’s eyes widened. “He was saying something about reflections...”

“Yes, I’m over here!” Matthew yelled. He didn’t care how it had happened, he was just happy that it did.

Merula moved up and down the corridor. “Luther, where the hell are you?!”

Ismelda and Barnaby watched, both very much confused by all of this.

Matthew felt relief wash over him. “Merula, I’m-”

“I’m right here.” came his own voice. Coming into view from the side of the badge was Edwin, wearing his body.

“Oh, there you are.” she said stiffly. Matthew watched as Edwin flicked his braceletless hand at the badge, and he knew he had placed a Silencing Charm on it. Matthew could only pray Merula could sniff Edwin out.

“What’s got you so happy?” she asked with a scowl on her face.

“Oh, nothing really...” Edwin said absentmindedly. “Anyway, what did you want?”

“W-What did I want?” she asked incredulously. “You’re the one who called me over!”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t.” he said, shrugging. Matthew felt a surge of anger at him.

“Yes you did!” said Merula, exasperated.

Edwin cocked his head, then turned to the other two Slytherins, “Did either of you hear anything?”

“No, I didn’t.” said Ismelda.

“No, nothing.” said Barnaby.

“Well, there you go.” Edwin concluded, “Maybe you’re hearing things.”

“I am not!” Merula yelled, going slightly red.

“Sure. Whatever.” he said, running a hand through Matthew’s hair, “So, you going down to the lake later?”

“W-What? No...” said Merula, confused. Barnaby, however, nodded.

“I am! It’s gonna be great fun!” he exclaimed.

“I don’t care.” Ismelda sneered.

“Mm, it’s just that everyone is going to be there. And I thought, seeing as you can’t go to Hogsmeade, you’d want to go to a party when you could.”

Matthew felt his heart break as he saw Merula’s expression. This wasn’t fair. Nobody treated his mortal enemy like this, especially not someone like Edwin.

“F-Fine, I’ll go.” Merula conceded. “C-Come on, you two.” They stepped into the inky void, Merula wearing an expression that Matthew knew all too well. Fear.

“You could have been a bit nicer, Matt.” came a voice. Matthew realised just which Prefect’s badge he was looking through. And Edwin had no idea.

“Oh...I guess I could.” he admitted, “But I got her to go to the party, and isn’t that what matters?”

“It does if she doesn’t actually want to go.” said Bill Weasley, “You of all people should know that.”

Edwin shrugged, before heading into the void too. Bill must have followed him, for the Prefect badge vanished too. He had to get to the lake quickly, and find Merula and tell her what was happening. From there, however, he was at a bit of a loss. Maybe if he got the book back and managed to reveal the ink, he could find a way to return to his body. That would explain why he didn’t want me to get the book back, he thought. But before all that, he had to actually get to the lake in the first place. He looked up at the tubes of light which splintered the void. Matthew grinned. He’d had an idea, and it wasn’t half bad. He headed up towards Ravenclaw tower at breakneck speed, avoiding the void that appeared in corridors with less mirrors. Eventually, he found his way up to the door to the Common Room. The Eagle knocker looked up at him.

“You are here, yet you are not here.” it said. “Curious. Now, I am at the start of every race, the end of every Bludger, and in the middle of Paris. What am I?”

Matthew thought for a moment, before smirking. “R.”

The eagle nodded, before the door opened.

“Hmm, that’s odd.” said Rowan,as Matthew came in. “ Wonder why the door’s opened...” Matthew sighed as he and the other Ravenclaws looked up and saw right through him.

“I’ll tell you when I get out, Rowan.” he said. There was no reaction. Matthew headed up to his dormitory, where he found his Cleansweep resting against his four-poster bed. He reached for it, hoping, and while his left hand went straight through it, his right hand gripped the wood, the silver bracelet’s carvings glowing as it happened. Matthew grinned, before looking back at the mirror. In it, he could see the Black Lake out the window. He also saw the Cleansweep floating in midair. This gave Matthew another idea. He crept back down to the Common Room, and saw the Ravenclaws’ expressions of pure shock at a floating broom.

“Hey, isn’t that Matthew’s Cleansweep?” said Andre. Matthew couldn’t help but grin as he twirled the broomstick in his hands, causing it to spin. Then, he started to back up into the boys’ dormitory. Rowan, Andre, Tulip and Talbott all followed it until they came to Matthew’s four poster bed. He used the broom to wave at the four, then tried to make a beckoning gesture. After that, he hopped on and flew out the window, leaving them flabbergasted as the pilotless broom headed towards the lake.

It was an odd sensation, flying down a thin strip of the Hogwarts grounds, going over a small fraction of the Whomping Willow, watching students blip in and out of existence. He sped down the hill until he was over the lake, when he noticed a large gathering of students reflected in the water near the shore. He saw that there was a table with food laid out before them. He slowly moved down a few yards away, landing his broom and resting it against a nearby tree. He couldn’t risk Edwin finding out he was here again. Matthew shook his head. He had hoped that third year would be a little less eventful than last year, though he should have known that this would be impossible. Rueing his bad luck, he headed towards the party, not registering four Ravenclaws show up behind him.

“I’m so glad you all made it!” he heard Penny cheer, as the party got underway. At least, it did in the waters of the Black Lake. Matthew, meanwhile, only had a few feet of ground to work with before it gave way to the void. He saw people enter and exit the darkness, until he finally saw Merula. He knew he couldn’t just talk to her, as much as he wanted to. No, he had to find another way. Then, it occurred to him that he had Edwin’s guitar on his back. He set it onto the floor and undid the zip on the leather, before pulling it open.

For an acoustic guitar, it was pretty impressive. It had several magical runes on the wood, and the strings were a brilliant blue, just like the ropes which had pulled him through the mirror. He silently thanked his father for being part of a band when he was younger and pulled out the guitar, putting the strap around his shoulder. Even from here, he could see Edwin moving everyone’s groups away from the lake, especially Merula’s. Matthew had been where she was several times before, feeling like everybody knew how to act at a party except for you. Matthew gritted his teeth, moved towards the lake, both him and the guitar invisible, and started to play.

A A A A, D D, Em Em Em Em, D D…

***

Merula looked up, hearing the sounds of a guitar. It wasn’t a song she recognised, so she assumed it was some Muggle music. She could recognise the chords though. A A A A, D D, Em Em Em Em, D D… though she couldn’t see anyone playing. She walked through the students, ducking out of the way when she saw Matthew. He was talking with Chiara and Penny, but it didn’t look like how Matthew usually talked. Normally, he was reserved, quiet, a little hunched over. Not here. No, here it reminded her of some of the irritating sods in Preston’s gang. Merula scowled, before heading towards the music. Strangely enough, it seemed to be coming from inside the Lake… but that couldn’t be…

“Psst, Merula!”

She looked down into the water. There was her reflection, but next to it stood Matthew Luther, with a rune covered guitar.

“Don’t look at me!” he hissed, “Turn around and act like you don’t see me!”

Merula obeyed, turning on the spot. Secretly, she had been hoping for an explanation for his behaviour today; he had been amicable enough at first, but over the last few hours or so he had become rather cocky and boastful.

“Merula, that isn’t me.” he said, still playing the guitar, “That arse took my body!”

Her eyes widened. “He’s a changeling?!”

“If...if that’s what they’re called, yeah.”

Merula found it in her to smirk. “Really Luther, I forget how little you know about the Wizarding World.”

“It’s not my fault our Defence against the Dark Arts teachers have been rubbish.” he remarked.

“Eh, you’re not wrong there, they have been awful.” she admitted. “So how the hell did this happen?”

“Long story short: Some guy named Edwin appeared in the mirror saying he was trapped and needed help escaping.” Matthew explained, “I agreed, though I didn’t realise just how I’d be helping him.”

Merula stared at Edwin. Yes, she saw it now. It was like a Metamorphmagus had turned into him, or someone had used Polyjuice Potion. That’s why she’d felt so uncomfortable around him. Because it wasn’t Matthew. “So, how do we get him out?”

Matthew looked a little surprised. “Oh, I thought you’d suggest leaving me here.”

She laughed, genuinely, before shaking her head. “Luther, if I left you there this Edwin would have to be my rival. And I don’t like the sound of that at all. You’re my mortal enemy, Luther, and nobody gets to doom you for eternity except me.”

Matthew grinned through the water. “Thanks, Merula. Now, do you have anything reflective on you?” She shuffled through her pockets until she pulled out a silver comb.

“By the way, since when could you play guitar?” she asked, as Matthew appeared in the comb.

“Oh, my Dad taught me. I just know a few songs, though, not much.” he confessed.

“Alright...” began Merula, nervously moving towards the throng of students, “What do we do?”

“There’s a book in my bag called The Ramifications of Our Reflections.” Matthew explained, “It has some text in invisible ink that Edwin really didn’t want me to see, to our best bet is grabbing the book and finding out what it says.”

“Ah, so we’re stealing from him!” she declared quietly.

“Well, no, it’s my book!” Matthew yelled, before adding, “Well, it’s technically Snape’s, but he took it from me, so there.”

They neared the pile of everyone’s bags, and Merula bent down to grab hers, before manoeuvring towards Matthew’s satchel. Slowly, while eyeing the changeling, Merula bent down and grabbed the book, quickly placing it in her own bag. She took a sigh of relief, and quickly walked away.

“Now what?” she whispered, before seeing Ismelda.

“This party's boring. I’m heading back to the common room.” she declared.

“Good idea.” Merula said, walking with her.

“Don’t worry, she can’t see me.” Matthew reassured her, “Now all we need to do is heat up the book and we can see the information.”

Merula nodded as they headed away from the party, but they were stopped on their way back by Edwin.

“Hey, wh-where you going?” he asked, his usual cocky demeanour in full swing.

“We’re leaving.” Merula declared, “This party is boring, and you shouldn’t have invited us.”

Edwin stared at her for a moment. “Is that so.” he said, not even trying to make it a question.

“Yeah...I’m leaving now...bye.” she said, heading off. Ismelda looked at her, then at Edwin.

“Wow, she really doesn’t like you.” she said, “What’d you do to her?”

“I would worry more about what I’m going to do.” Edwin growled.

“Merula...” Matthew began, “Get to my broom. It’s right by the lake.” When she looked at the comb, confused, Matthew just shouted “GO!” and that got her moving.

She sprinted back down the hill, where she saw the Cleansweep resting by a tree. She grabbed a hold of it and saw Edwin racing after her.

“Just wait a minute!” he yelled, as Merula kicked off the ground. Matthew quickly put the guitar onto his back as the ground fell beneath them, and soon they were soaring over the grounds once again.

“Now how’d she know the broom was there?” Rowan asked aloud. “Matthew, do you-”

“Curse them!” Edwin bellowed, heading off after her, wand in hand. Ismelda hissed.

“Oh no you don’t...” she muttered, running after him. Bill stood nearby, very much concerned.

“Something’s going on here...” he deduced, before joining the chase. Of course, Merula and Matthew had the advantage of having a broomstick, which allowed them to get to the other side of the school in very little time. They ended up on the second floor, just above the Great Hall.

“Nobody uses these toilets.” Merula explained, “Myrtle’s always kicking up a fuss.”

They headed into the girl’s bathroom, which was oddly quiet.

“That’s strange.” said Merula, “I wonder where she’s gone.” Matthew appeared in a mirror near the sink.

“That was close.” he admitted, looking on as Merula pulled Ramifications out of her satchel. “Now all we need to do is heat it up and we’ll be set. Be careful though, we don’t want to set it on fire.”

“Right.” Merula said, placing the book on the ground. Matthew moved closer, appearing in a puddle of water. “Incendio Parvus!” A small flame appeared on the tip of Merula’s wand, which she moved down towards the paper. “Hey, it’s working!” she said excitedly.

“Great! Find the part about freeing people from mirrors!” Matthew implored, placing down the guitar.

“Okay, okay...” she said, flicking through the pages.

“Um...Merula...” Matthew began, “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

“Hmph...it’s...I mean, it wasn’t you, was it? It was that changeling who was the arse.”

“I know, but I made the deal with him...” he lamented.

“Yeah, I know, but...” she paused, looking over at Matthew’s puddle. “Oh come on. He gave you what you wanted, right?”

Matthew considered this. “Yeah. I guess he did.”

Merula smirked again. “What’d you even ask for?”

Matthew suddenly looked nervous. “I...um, I just wanted advice. We’d had that argument yesterday, and so I was just...I didn’t want to make things worse every time I saw you, or anyone else.”

Merula frowned. “Th-That’s it?!”

“Yeah...that’s it.”

She looked at him through the water, before bursting into laughter. “What?” he asked, more confused than ever.

“Sorry, it’s just...” she paused to wipe her hair out of her face, “It’s weird how little you trust yourself. I mean, you make friends all the time. I’m the one who can’t make friends and can’t go to Hogsmeade.”

Matthew frowned at her. “You don’t have to talk about-”

“It’s alright.” she reassured him. “I-I just...it’s my aunt. She says I’m not doing well enough in Defence against the Dark Arts.”

“But that’s not fair, the teachers are total tw-”

“I know that.” said Merula, “But my aunt thinks that I need to revise more...and she’s my legal guardian...so...”

“Merula, I’m sorry. You know...if you wanted to, I could give you a hand with...you know, studying and stuff.”

“Is that so?” she said, flicking through the pages with her other hand. “I don’t know...we’re mortal enemies. I don’t know how I’d feel about- Ah ha!” she exclaimed suddenly, “Freeing those trapped in the Reflected Realm! Bingo!”

Matthew craned his neck to see, but to no avail. Merula seemed to notice. “Oh, right, sorry. If a wizard or witch has been trapped within the Reflected Realm, they must be freed by breaking the contract forged between them and a changeling. To do this, one must return to the mirror of entry, destroy the surface they made the deal with and recite the phrase “Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum.” From there, the changeling will return to the Reflected Realm once it touches any reflective surface.”

“Brilliant!” said Matthew, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Merula extinguished the flame. “Okay, okay! You remember the phrase, right?”

“Course. Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum.”

“Good. Where’d you make the deal?” she asked, packing the book away.

“The boy’s toilets. Sixth floor.” This caused Merula’s face to scrunch up.

“Look, it won’t be for long. Once I get to the mirror, we can leave right away and find Edwin.” he explained.

“...Fine. I’m gonna get you for this one day, Luther...”

“I hope you get the chance, Merula...I really do...”

A minute or two later, Merula had made her way to the sixth floor, and was standing right outside the boy’s toilets.

“C-Can’t I just wait outside?” she asked. Matthew nodded, before heading inside on his own, the guitar still on his back. He instantly came back out.

“I’m afraid you can’t, Merula.” he said nervously. Merula groaned, before poking her head into the room. Standing in the U-bend, in front of a large magical field, was the body of Matthew Luther, and the vile grin of Edwin.

“We meet again. I’m so glad I don’t have to hide from you anymore.” he said. Matthew sneaked into view on one of the nearby mirrors, glaring at the sphere.

“Listen to me, Edwin. I am the Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts,” Merula announced, “,and unless you vacate my mortal enemy’s body this instant, I will rain hell upon you!”

Edwin stared for a moment, before bursting into maniacal laughter. “Ooh, that’s a good one! I see why Matthew likes you!”

“I’m getting to that mirror, Edwin,” declared Matthew, “And you won’t stop me.”

Edwin pointed Matthew’s wand at Merula. “I somehow doubt that. I haven’t had a wand of my own in so long, I-”

“You still don't!” Matthew butted in.

“Silence!” Edwin yelled, sending Charm after Charm at the various mirrors. Merula watched as Matthew tried to mouth his words, before opting for a simple hand gesture. Merula pointed her own wand at Edwin.

“Sorry, I don’t take orders from you.” she sneered. “Flipendo!”

A burst of magic shot out of her wand at Edwin, who quickly moved out of the way, before yelling “Incendio!”, causing fire to leap towards Merula. She moved quickly out of the way, before pointing her wand back at Edwin, but he was faster. “Petrificus Totalus!” he shouted, sending a wave of paralysis at Merula, who felt herself fall to the ground. Matthew leapt towards the field of magic. He stepped through it, ending up on the other side with relative ease. Oh, the joys of the Reflected Realm, he thought to himself before reaching the mirror. Now he had to destroy it. He loosened his silver bracelet until it became a sort of fisticuff around his hand, and pulled back his arm.

“No!” roared Edwin, pointing Matthew’s own wand at him. “CRU-”

“Expelliarmus!”

Matthew’s wand flew out of Edwin’s hand over to the other side. Into the room came Rowan, Bill and Ismelda. But it wasn’t them that fired that disarming spell. It was Merula.

“It’s funny.” she said, “I never bought into that ‘wand chooses the wizard’ crap. But I think it well and truly has this time...changeling. Now, Luther!” she yelled, as the three newcomers looked around confused. Matthew took the bracelet and bashed it into the mirror. There wasn’t a scratch on the silver, but the mirror cracked into a thousand pieces.

“Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum!” he recited, as the several shards of the mirror began to glow. Blue ropes appeared between Matthew and Edwin, which snapped in two with a loud twang. Rowan pointed at the mirror.

“Matt! What are you doing in a mirror? With a guitar?” they asked, flabbergasted.

Edwin glared daggers at his double. “Matt...my guy Matt...” he snarled, wiping the hair out of his face. “If you think getting that mirror broken was difficult, you’ll have one hell of a time putting me back-”

“Glacius Maledictus!” Matthew yelled, having picked up his wand. His bracelet glowing, ice began to coat the floor of the toilets. Perfect Ice.

Edwin looked down at his blue reflection. Matthew looked back up at him.

“...It’s a fair cop.” Edwin admitted. He looked at Merula. “A very fair cop...You know what Matt, I’ve changed my mind about you. You’re no coward. You just needed a push is all. And here I am to give it to you.” he stepped forward to Merula, grinning. “It’s been fun. You’ll thank me later.” Edwin leaned forward. There was a great flash of light, and Matthew was pulled up from the ice and into the motion. When he opened his eyes, his lips were on Merula’s. Rowan audibly gasped. Ismelda actually stopped picking her nails. Bill took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come next.

“Uuurgh!” They both said, disconnecting instantly, Matthew bringing a hand from behind Merula and her placing her feet firmly back on the ground. They both, however, couldn’t hide their very red faces.

“Oh, that bastard!” Matthew groaned, wiping his mouth.

“Yuck, yuck, yuck!” said Merula, spitting onto the ground. Suddenly, they heard his laugh. Rowan pointed downwards. Inside the glass was a boy in denim and a flannel shirt, scowling.

“I was just the first of the monsters of the mirrors.” he announced, “There’ll be more, trust me! And when they get out, they’ll-” “Incendio.”

There was a horrifying screech as the ice suddenly melted, until the bathroom floor was covered in water. Then there was silence. Ismelda smiled, before placing her wand back into her pocket. “That’s for messing with my friends.” she droned, before turning to Matthew. She looked at him for a moment, before slapping him across the face. “And that’s for kissing Merula.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Matthew said, rubbing his cheek, which was red for a completely different reason to Ismelda. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two figures appear in the mirror for a moment, nod, then vanish.

“Ok, now can someone please explain what’s going on?” Bill asked.

“I can try.” said Matthew, stretching his jaw. Merula was still a bright pink, and was still wiping her mouth. “Was I really that bad?” he snickered.

“It was...just a surprise, Luther.” Merula said stiffly. “Don’t worry. I won’t slap you. Just don’t get any ideas.”

Rowan looked at them all, aghast. “Sorry, but are we overlooking the fact that Ismelda just killed a man?!”

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“So, in summary...” said Dumbledore, sitting at his desk, “It’s been quite an eventful day or two for you, hasn’t it?”

Matthew nodded rapidly. They were all now in the Headmaster’s Office, along with Professors Snape, McGonagall and Flitwick.

“I am just glad that you are okay, Matthew.” squeaked the smallest wizard. “Changelings are very dangerous forces of nature.”

“I would like to remind Mr Luther,” sneered Snape, “That the next time he sees something unusual in the mirror, he is to come straight to a Head of House...and that goes for all of you, too.”

The students all nodded. “Well, if that’s everything,” said McGonagall, “I do believe you will all need sleep after a long day like this.”

“Minerva is correct.” said Dumbledore, “Though, if you have any questions or concerns...”

“Actually...” said Merula, “There’s one thing I still don’t understand. Why was I the only person who could see Matthew in the Reflected Realm?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Now that is a very interesting stroke of luck. You see, a very powerful Artifact of Protection can sometimes lend its protection to others around them. It is likely that Matthew’s bracelet,” he explained, leaning towards the boy, “Has seen your connection as the closest, and has decided to protect both of you. And perhaps, more. I imagine Mr Khanna was unable to find Edwin while he was in Matthew’s body for a reason.”

“So...what does that mean?” asked Merula

“It means you, Matthew, are Merula’s Artifactidal Guardian.” he declared. Matthew looked down at his bracelet. Was that why he gave it to him?

“Hang on...how much of a guardian?”

Dumbledore’s eye twinkled knowingly. “Enough of one, Matthew.” he said.

Merula looked at him, turning a little pink still. “What does- What do you-” But Matthew understood. He pulled out the sheet that the riddle was written on, as well as his pen, and began to scribble on the back of the parchment. Then, he gave it to Merula. She read it. Her jaw dropped.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I Matthew Luther, Artifactidal Guardian of Merula Snyde, hereby give her permission to visit Hogsmeade.

Merula passed the letter to Dumbledore in silence, who read it and nodded. “Very well. Now, off to bed, chop chop.”

As they all walked down the stairs, Matthew felt Merula grab his shoulder.

“Thi-” she stammered, “Th-Thank you, Matthew. I don’t… You know, I-”

“Don’t worry about it, please.” Matthew said, smiling. “This changes nothing. You and I can still be mortal enemies.”

Merula grinned. “Gotcha.” she said, smiling. “Also...um...that was my first kiss.”

Matthew nodded. “Oh. Um...mine too.” He could see something flicker over her expression after that.

“Oh...well, I’m going to say it was with you, because if I don’t it would have been with Edwin, which is even worse.”

“Yeah, I understand.” Matthew said, a smile forcing its way onto his red face. “Well...there’s another Hogsmeade trip tomorrow...see you then...”

“Y-Yeah...see you then.” Merula said, before marching off. It took only a few days for them to get back to their usual bickering selves, but people noticed that for some reason they never argued and never insulted each other when they were in Hogsmeade. The few who knew why kept that secret close to their chests.

#aprilprompts2021 #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm fanfic #merula x mc #jacob's sibling #merula x jacob's sibling #ismelda murk #barnaby lee #rowan khanna #bill weasley #hphm mc #hphm oc

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willsimpforanyone · 4 years ago

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Hiiii🥰🥰 could I get a tony x reader where the reader is related to Peggy Carter in some way. He always flirts and annoys her until something goes wrong at the lab or at SHIELD and they end up getting sent back to the 40s so they have to find Pegs and Howard to help them get back. And while there they realize how much they actually like eachother and all. Pleeeaassee. I really like this idea and I can’t wait to see what you might do. Thank you 🥰🥰

my goodness that’s a complex request! a brilliant idea, i’m honoured that you want to know what i’d write, thank you so much <3

okay lets see how this goes...

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I was tapped on the shoulder with a screwdriver. “Thanks James, I was jus- oh, it’s you.”

Tony Stark’s grinning face was above me, his hand was the one with the screwdriver I’d asked my assistant James to get me. I rolled my eyes, snatching the tool from him and turning back to my work. “Wow, so cold for someone so hot,” Tony hummed behind me.

“You’d think with how much money you have, you’d be able to buy some class,” I bit back. I heard him thump against the wall, and in the corner of my eye I saw him slide down to sit next to me, hand on his heart.

“You wound me, gorgeous,” he groaned, picking up a couple screws and fiddling with them.

Snatching the screws away from him, I began to fix a panel to the wall of the contraption. “My apologies, Stark, I didn’t realise you gave that much of a shit.” I was hoping that he’d leave me alone, but apparently my hopes were too high.

“Carter, I’d hope you’d know by now-” He was cut off by a sudden shudder in the machine. “The hell was that?”

I lifted myself from the floor to look out of the door to the machine, only to see that it was shut. Nothing too alarming in and of itself, except James’ face was struck with panic. Tony seemed to realise this at the same time, and we both raced to the door. “James?! What’s happening?” I yelled as the machine shook again. Tony stumbled and I caught hold of his arm to steady him.

“I-I don’t know!” James’ frantic muffled voice barely travelled through the thick glass of the door. Suddenly, Nick Fury came sweeping into the room, heading straight for the outside control panel.

“Stark, Carter, can you hear me?”

We both nodded as he looked up at us.

“Can you turn off the machine from the inside?”

Tony looked at me hopefully, but the hope died as he saw my expression of terror. I took a shaky breath. “No, sir. The controls in here aren’t finished, I was working on them just now.” Fury looked grim.

Without any warning, the machine rumbled and both Tony and I were thrown to the floor. The room outside seemed to be phasing in and out of reality. Fury seemed to make a decision, hitting a couple buttons on the outside control panel. “Okay, we can’t stop you going, but we can control where you go.”

Tony looked at me wildly. “What the fuck kind of machine is this?!”

I turned to see panic in his eyes, his breathing laboured. I had no idea that Fury had kept him in the dark about this, but I’d have to tell him the truth. “Tony, this machine is capable of transgressing the natural order of time, allowing S.H.I.E.L.D. to traverse the expanse of space and time in a few seconds. Or at least, it will be once I fix the internal control panel.”

His expression briefly morphed into one of fascination. “This is a time machine?!”

“Yeah, if you wanna call it that.” I turned back to Fury. “Where are we going?”

It was difficult to make out the next few words- “Late 1940s...you both...Stark...Carter...”

And all of a sudden, with no preparation, we’d moved. Fury was gone, James was gone, the whole outside lab was gone and replaced with what looked to be a basement, and it was just me and Tony in, essentially, a large box. I could hear Tony’s breathing get faster and shallower, so I pushed my own panic down and spun to take his hand in mine.

“Tony, look at me. We’re gonna be okay, we’re gonna get out of this. But I need you to take deep breaths with me, okay?”

It took a couple minutes, but Tony’s breathing began to even out, and in helping him, I managed to calm myself. We were sat on the floor, his hand still in mine, when I very faintly heard voices coming from the door of whatever room we were in. There was nowhere to hide, and I made a mental note to include cloaking in the hardware of the machine if- no, when, we got back to S.H.I.E.L.D.. As it was, we could just stand and prepare to meet whoever was coming to investigate the noise that came from us landing.

The door flung open, and two men ran in. The first man was about 5′9″, maybe 5′10″, with a smart suit and slicked back hair; he looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. The second man was taller, maybe 6′, a towel flung over his shoulder and also wearing a smart suit. They stopped short on seeing us and the contraption we were contained in, surprise evident in their faces.

I looked over at Tony to see him staring at the first man intently. It was clear that no one else was gonna talk, so I stepped forward. “Hi, excuse the intrusion, could you tell me where and when we are? Please?”

The two men focused their eyes on me. The second man spoke. “Uh, yes-” he had a strong Queen’s English accent “-you’re in Mr Stark’s basement, and it’s 1947. May I ask, what exactly are you doing here?”

My mind was whirling trying to think of a plausible excuse and coming up blank when Tony moved closer to the glass wall separating us all. “We time travelled. We’re from your future, kind of.”

I hit him. “Tony! What the fuck! You aren’t supposed to tell peopl-”

“Okay,” shrugged the first man. I blinked and stared at him. He laughed. “I’ve seen stranger things, doll.”

I raised my eyebrow at Tony and he shrugged; and I knew where I’d seen the first man before. “That’s...that’s Howard Stark? Your dad Howard Stark?” I hissed at Tony, low enough so the glass would block the sound. He nodded and I detected a slight glassy quality to his eyes.

“Um, excuse me?” The second man seemed hesitant to talk. “Are you alright? Are you... stuck?” I moved towards the door and hit the ‘open’ button on the right. There was a hiss as the door opened. The journey must’ve knocked the mechanism and fixed it. Howard Stark reached out to help me out the box, and in a few seconds both Tony and I were on 1940s ground, breathing 1940s air- it was surreal.

The two men introduced themselves, finally. Of course, I knew who Howard Stark was, and I was pleasantly surprised to learn that the second man was Edwin Jarvis. I shot a slightly confused look at Tony, and he winked back- yes, he had named his AI assistant after his dad’s butler.

My ears perked up at the sound of heels on wooden floors coming from upstairs. “Mr Stark, do you have guests over?”

He winked at me, much like Tony did. “Call me Howard, beautiful,” he moved his gaze to the door of the basement which was still open, showing a staircase. “And I think, if I remember the sound of oxfords correctly, that will be the lovely Miss Peggy Carter,” and he started back up the stairs, gesturing for the rest of us to follow. I was frozen. Peggy Carter? Like, the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. Peggy Carter? Like-

“You’re aunt Peggy Carter?” Tony murmured into my ear as he passed me, grabbing my arm and gently pulling me along. I nodded slowly. Were there any other notable Peggy Carters that Mr Stark Senior knew?

Sure enough, at the top of the staircase, stood one Miss Margaret Carter. “Hey English, what’s going on?” Howard went to give Peggy a hug, which she fluidly side-stepped in favour of shaking Jarvis’ hand.

“Howard, I did tell you I needed to speak to you, where have you been?”

“Sorry Peggy, I was distracted by the stowaways in my basement.”

“The...what in your what?”

Howard gestured to me and Tony. “These two time travelled into my basement. I believe them.” Peggy rolled her eyes, and Tony looked pointedly at you as if to say ‘you do exactly the same damn thing, what the fuck’.

Peggy breathed out sharply. “Then what are they still doing here? I assume something is wrong with their machine- no one would intentionally time travel in non-period specific clothing, why haven’t you fixed the issue yet?”

Howard blinked as Peggy pushed past him. “Hello, my name is Peggy Carter, a pleasure. My apologies for Howard, particularly to you-” she locked eyes with me “- as I’m sure he’s already tried to flirt with you, no doubt unsuccessfully.”

I laughed. Even I could see the similarities between me and my aunt. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” I smiled back at her teasingly, and she laughed lightly. “But, we do need to get back to... where we’re from as soon as possible.”

Peggy turned abruptly to Howard. “See? Let’s take a look at the problem, shall we?”

He gestured to the stairs. “Lead the way, English.”

With the combined effort of two Starks, two Carters and a Jarvis, the internal control panel was up and running. It was interesting to watch the relationship between Peggy and Howard. There was an intense fondness between them, and I saw a lot of their relationship in my own interactions with Tony. Perhaps...perhaps there was more affection for him than I had allowed myself to feel.

It seemed as if all too soon Tony and I were ready to go back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. Howard and Peggy stepped out of the machine, followed by Tony, and then me. Having spent some time with the aunt I’d never really known left me feeling nostalgic, I knew her better now than I ever would. I looked over at Tony who was looking at his father, who in turn was quietly conferring with Jarvis.

“Time to go, I guess,” I turned to Tony, who nodded, still somewhat fixated on Howard. I gently tugged at his hand, and he allowed himself to be pulled into the machine. He stopped me just before I shut the door.

“Uh, Howard?” He asked. Howard stepped closer. “This is gonna sound weird, but... I love you. I should have told you that a lot more.”

Howard looked taken aback. “Uh, thank you?” Then it was almost as if he was compelled to speak further- “...I love you too.”

I went to face Peggy, and was about to open my mouth when I noticed her smiling at me. She reached out for my hand. “Before you say it first- I love you,” she whispered.

My eyes were wide. “But, what?”

She laughed and squeezed my hand. “You and I are a little too alike. As are those two,” she said, nodding towards Tony and Howard. “I know you’re part of my family, I’m not as dense about these things as Howard.”

I smiled and squeezed her hand back. “Thank you, Peggy. I love you too.”

We let go, and she closed the door to the machine. I reached out for Tony’s hand, and he twisted our fingers together. The controls were already set for the correct time and place, and together, Tony and I pushed the button.

Howard, Peggy and Jarvis’ faces phased out of reality, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. base came back into view. I was so relieved I jumped on Tony and hugged him tight. He was surprised and stumbled slightly but caught me and hugged me just as tight.

“Well ain’t that just sweet. We been waiting for an hour and you two won’t even say hi?”

I flushed and Tony put me down as we turned to see Fury still at the external control panel. I tapped the ‘open’ button and to my joy, the door opened and Tony and I jumped out of the machine.

“I take it the damn thing works?” Fury asked. We both nodded vigorously. “Alright, rest of the day off, both of you, go home.”

We didn’t need to be told twice. We were out of the base within ten minutes.

Tony stopped me before we went our separate ways home. “Hey, um, would you maybe... wanna come to dinner at Stark Tower? It’s just- you’re really pretty and really smart and I kinda maybe like you a lot,” he stuttered, and I could feel the hand holding mine shaking slightly.

I didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, Tony, I would love that.”

Because hey, we just went back in time together. That bonds people.

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wow this took me a good couple hours to complete! i really hope you like it and it didn’t ramble on too long. thank you so much for requesting <3

#tony stark #iron man #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark one shot #avengers #iron man imagine

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bmoverit · 5 years ago

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Two Words (C.Z.K)

Okay I haven’t written in quite some time so I’m a bit rusty so sorry in advance if it’s not that great. I just saw @temperaryheart post her writing challenge (congrats on 700 btw!) and wanted to take part. I hope y’all enjoy!

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You could feel the bass thumping in your chest as you made your way through the crowded living room turned into a dance floor for the evening. There were bodies pressing against you no matter where you went, and were honestly debating going home. Before you could even let yourself entertain the thought of sneaking out before anyone would notice, your eyes lock onto the whole reason you came. Standing not too far away leaning against the island in the kitchen was Zion. Sure every time you saw him he looked gorgeous but tonight something was a little different. You couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol you consumed, though it hadn’t been a lot, or the way the colorful lights they’d recently installed defined his features, either way he looked good and you wanted him.

This was nothing new though, out of the public eye the two of you had been seeing each other for a few months, keeping things between the two of you until you were sure it was actually going to go somewhere. You’d somehow managed to become friends after you were partnered with one of his best friends, Austin, for a project in one of the art electives you had to take this semester. As it happened, they lived together in a house off campus with a few of their other friends to save money while in school. After going over there for two weeks while working on the project, it felt normal to have you around the house, and Austin invited you to come over to watch movies and eat junk food after a stressful week of exams and of course you agreed. That night is when you’d really met Zion. Sure you met in passing before, but you were serious about school and whenever you came over to work on the project that’s all you did. He’d walked into the living room and sat down next to you on the couch, since it was the only open seat left, and when Austin asked what movie you should start with you both answered with your favorite. You both turned to look at each other shocked and ended up delving into a conversation about your favorite movies and TV shows. At one point you mentioned how much you loved Avatar: The Last Airbender, and he’d excitedly rolled up his shirt sleeve to show you the tattoo he had just gotten.

From there the two of you began to develop a friendship that began to rival the ones he had with his best friends. The two of you just played off of each other so well. When Z was off the walls you could match the energy when you wanted, but could also be the calm to help reign him in. You both shared similar senses of humor so the jokes between the two of you were effortless, and occasionally left those around you confused while the two of you laughed as if it were the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. You were both into video games, though you preferred to watch rather than play, so you had no problem just hanging out with him and the rest of the boys whenever they wanted to. With how you got along it was almost as if the relationship you shared was fated.

The friendship between the two of you stayed just that for months despite the feelings building on both sides, until one fateful night. You had come over expecting it to be just like normal, either hanging out with Z alone, the rest of the group, or giving them cooking lessons that had began because one night they decided to cook instead of order out and it was a disaster. Instead you walked into the house with a decent sized group consisting of the boys, some people you recognized as their other friends, and a couple more people you’d never seen before. There was music playing in the background, you could smell the weed in the air, and when Z walked over to greet you, you could smell the scent of liquor clinging to him.

‘Hey mamas, I thought you’d never get here. I’ve been waiting forever!’ he said leading you further into the house with his hand gripping yours.

‘Guys, she finally decided to show up! This is the one I’ve been talking about, the one tha-’ he suddenly cut himself off remembering you were there.

‘Oh so you’ve been talking about me? What have you been saying?’ you say with a smirk lacing your voice knowing that whatever it was, was enough to get the boy who never stopped talking, to be quiet.

‘He said you’re his future wife!’ an intoxicated Edwin shouted from the couch.

It was as if a bucket of ice water was poured over Z, as his body tensed his hand gripping yours tighter before letting it go and he completely sobered up. You could tell he was slightly embarrassed, so you grabbed his hand, looked at the group that was now staring at the both of you since Edwin captured their attention, and said ‘Well he’s my future husband so I’m glad we’re on the same page.’ With that you dragged him away from the group to talk and the rest of it is history. That was about six months ago.

Tonight, he’d asked you to come to the party they were throwing to make your relationship public. You agreed, and now here you were. Once you arrived in the kitchen you gracefully slid onto the counter across from where he was, your height making it so it wasn’t a challenge, and sat there admiring him for a second before he could noticed you. Sitting there surrounded by his friends, he looked so tempting. His shirt sleeves were rolled up giving you a view of his arms that had gotten larger recently due to his new fitness routine. Your eyes trailed along them to his hands that were wrapped around a solo cup before finally resting on his face. His head was thrown back in laughter exposing his neck to your view as he did so. Sobering up from whatever joke was said he finally looked at you. He wasn’t expecting to see you sitting there on the counter with a heated look in your eyes, and it took him by surprise. He took a moment to look you over. Your hair was pulled back resting in a slicked pony tail, hoops dangling from your ears, a clear gloss coating your lips and accentuating their fullness, and that look in your eyes that only he could decipher. Trailing lower he glanced at your exposed shoulders before his eyes caught the exposed skin on your waist between the cropped shirt you were wearing and his favorite pair of your jeans. His intense gaze slinding across your skin heating you from the inside out. Your voice broke him out of the slight trance he was in.

‘Come here.’

Two words that was it. Two words was all it took for his friends to notice they no longer had his attention and quiet down. Two words to have them all looking at you to see who was speaking while trying to figure out who you were calling. Two words to have him placing his cup on the counter and taking quick strides to where you were sat and placing himself between your open thighs. His hands going to rest on them like they belonged there and your hand gripping his chains and pulling him towards you.

‘You look way too good to be standing that far away from me baby boy.’ You purred with a seductive tone in you voice while moving your hand from his chain to neck and looking him up and down.

He just nodded in response almost leaning into your hand further, loving that this side of you was out to play. Flashbacks of the last time a night between you started like this dancing behind is closed eyelids. He wanted you as much as you wanted him and couldn’t focus on anything except for you and the warmth from your palm on his neck. Not trying to come up with a verbal response, not the complete shift in the atmosphere in the room, and certainly not the fact that the two of you weren’t alone. None of it mattered.

The rest of the kitchen stood still except for the rest of the boys who lived there as they obviously knew about the two of you. Sure people may have suspected there was something going on with how close the two of you were, but to see this scene playing out in front of them, that was something they never expected. The tall, loud, confident Zion with a girls hand around his throat and him so obviously comfortable with it that it couldn’t be the first time.

At this point neither of you could focus on anything that wasn’t the other person, not like you would want to anyway. Your hand tightened on his throat coaxing him even closer, and drawing a moan from him just before your lips met in an electric embrace. There was no fight for dominance, you were in control, and he was loving it. It continued for a while before you came back to reality when you heard someone in the room go ‘oh shit’ and slowly pulled away from him. Before you could make another move he let out a soft whine at the loss of contact,that only you could hear, and as your eyes met again you could see how much he needed you. Removing your hand you turn to face the crowd that had formed, intrigued by what had stopped all the noise, and grab his hand to lead him to his bedroom.

‘Y’all might want to turn the music up, or head out, it’s up to you.’ You confidently throw over your shoulder while heading up the stairs, a needy Zion now in front of you trying to get you up there faster knowing what was in store for him.

The party below was dying down, the attendees still in slight shock from what they’d seen and deciding to take your warning seriously, but things between the two of you were just getting started.

#chan's 700 challenge #zion kuwonu

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kaori-kozume · 5 years ago

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My creepypasta oc’s

Hey … My name is Alexiane. I imagine you are there to know my story …

(Y / N agrees with a yes from the head).

Ah ~ … well, listen well.

In a small village in France, lived Alexiane Ruireau, a young woman aged 17 surrounded by her family and her little brother with whom she was 7 years apart.

Despite the peace and tranquility in her home, outside her home, everything is not so rosy. Some people regard it as a potential painkiller that can be easily influenced. They harassed her, humiliated her and made her all “filthy” to display it even more than enough.

Studies, community life and all kinds of extravagant interaction, all seem to complicate things for her, who is an introvert and suffering from dysphasia.

Every day, she predicted the worst as it was her daily life. She planned at least more than 3 spare cases following her last humiliation.

Victimize outside, Adored by her little brother and banal relationship with her parents.

And of course, she kept everything in silence and behaved like everyone was normal. Maybe this is all normal now? Maybe his life will always be like that after all …

One day, she took the road as usual to go to high school, lost in thought while walking straight ahead … that she did not realize that she was no longer on the sidewalks but in the middle of the road until hearing the sound of a car horn that makes it sound to the ears.

And it was at that moment, Alexiane froze in front of the vehicle which arrived at full speed and closed her eyes so as to no longer feel the suffering.

“It’s the end, huh … So goodbye”

And it was at that moment, Alexiane froze in front of the vehicle which arrived at full speed and closed her eyes so as to no longer feel the suffering.

And suddenly … she felt jostled to the side and dropped to the ground.

Suddenly … no more noise and she was still lying on the ground.

“You should take care of yourself, my dear. You might injure everyone you love.” says a voice that could be an inner voice

She opened her eyes gently and saw that nothing had happened on her way and that there was nobody. She got up and left in the direction of the school in the innocence of this event.

Arriving at school, everything was calm. Not a single person took Alexiane’s attention so she set off for the locker room to prepare for the sports class. But as soon as she was finished preparing, she turned around to face a group of people so some had something in hand.

“Why? … why are you doing this to me?” she said frightened.

“Why ?! HAHAHAHA! Why? You are such a miserable being, a junk on your feet. You deserve to suffer like a beast that you are!” he said one of the stalkers.

One of the people lifted a kind of fairly solid object and struck her on the back while another threw her a product spell which burned her on one of her eyes.

Alexiane cried out in pain from the blows and fell with a loss of balance which knocked her behind the head and succumbed in shock.

A few days later, Alexiane opened her eyes gently but everything was blurred, she felt excruciating pain in the back, a headache and one of her eyes was blindfolded. She was on a hospital bed, with a blood drip and a machine that controlled her heartbeat.

As soon as she regained consciousness, she saw her little brother lying down beside her, sleeping. Seeing him so reassured her made him forget his pain until his parents and the doctor entered the room.

Her parents had died of uneasiness and so relieved that she was waking up. But as soon as one of them squeezed her tight at the level of the back, she screamed in pain, which makes her little brother wake up with a start of fear.

“Ouch! But what happened !? Why am I having back pain ?! Why am I so ?! And why am I here ?!”

The doctor spoke:

“Miss, you were the victim of a head trauma during your fall and many bruises on your body and mainly, at the level of the back, where the pain comes from. And someone has bleached you on a part where is your right eye. ”

“… can I see …” she said in a monotonous tone

“Better not, it would risk you …”

“I WANT TO SEE IT NOW!”

Her little brother was frightened by the tone of her sweet sister’s voice. The doctor sighed and demanded that she asked.

Alex got up from her bed to face the mirror and she removed the bandage where her faulty eye was. After a few rounds of bandaging remove, she faced her reflection.

His eye was clearer, almost transparent and the iris which was more defective off-white

Alexiane couldn’t believe what she saw. She who adored her magnificent pure blue eyes has become a massacre.

But it was hearing his brother’s sobbing that made him realize what was behind it.

Everything was silent … One of her parents tried to reassure her by her new appearance but it was that the knife returned to the wound.

“GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! and she burst into tears on the floor facing the mirror.

They leave the room, leaving her alone in this room. And she got up and stared at the mirror and turned to examine the condition of her back.

His back was destroyed. Covered with large cuts hide by the seams. Alexiane remained silent at this vision of horror but instead of still crying or even remaining sad, she was … empty like this all her sense of her life was suddenly gone and her humanity erased.

"Ooooh ~ My dear Alex ~ It hurts me so much to see you like this. So damaged, destroyed. But rest assured, my cute ~, you will take revenge, you will pay them all the suffering it caused you.”

“I recognize that voice! It is the same one that saved me from the car accident! Who are you ?! Why are you following me ?!”

“What do I want? My dear, I am only your guardian angel. The one who watches over you and who doubtless saves you in delicate situations”

“If that’s the case, why not have saved me when I faced death under his blows!”

“I saved you, my sweet. If I hadn’t intervened, you will be more of this world where even there again.”

Alexiane had a hard time believing what she heard. She was starting to lose her mind.

“So may I know the name of the one who saved me?” she ask.

“I told you. I am your angel …”

“NO! A real name and even see this person”

“… do you want to meet me?”

“Yes I want”

“All right, but it will have to stay between us, is that clear, darling?”

“Okay, but stop calling me that! I have a name, you know!”

“Close your eyes”

She obeys his request as he obeys hers.

“You can open your eyes, Alexiane”

“You see that you …” she said this, opening her eyes and stopped short at what she saw.

She saw a man in his twenties, brown hair and tie, eyes a lighter blue than hers with a scar on one of his eyes which must not be dated today. And clothes a little damage especially the jeans with holes (Maybe a fashion)

“Hey! I’m here!” he said, spanking her regain consciousness. “You wanted to see me … There you go! So … Satisfied?”

“I … I never thought of it as an apparition”

“Oh? You expected a big misty cloud that blinds you and a mystical appearance like … The devil coming out of the ground like this” and he sneered at his words.

“No! I mean … No! Drop it. But how did you find out there? I don’t remember seeing you enter this school?”

“I heard the noise and I found you so so I dismiss the savages and call an ambulance (and a teacher too). And it’s true, I’m not in this school, let’s say I have escaped the control of the school. ”

“Hmm. Good whatever. Now I’m awful. My back with huge disgusting marks and my eye … I can’t face myself anymore. Leave as much as you can and leave me in my solitude , I’m used to being let loose like common waste. ”

… but he did not move.

“Alexiane ~ Precious Alexiane ~. Do you think I came here and to have saved you twice in the same day to abandon you?

He raised his long strand of hair that covered his defective eye. Alexiane blushed at his tender gesture.

Oh no no! I’m here, sure to be your guardian angel but I’m here because I also expect something from you ”

“About what”

“I see that you are destroyed for what is happening in your miserable human life and I have a request to make and that will give you good profit”

“What?”

“Destroy your stalkers”

“What?!”

“Kill them, disintegrate them, make them disappear, Ka-boom!”

“I … I can’t do this” “I can’t …”

“You want to hurt them, don’t you? Hmm?”

* Alex visualizes all his life which made him enter a deep black hatred *

“Yes … yes, I want it”

“Oh? Do you want to, my pretty one? Pleased to put her down ~.” “Oh but don’t worry, I can do the dirty work for you if it’s really necessary. You just have to give it the first shot and I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry.”

“So…”

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t tell me your name. If you want me to contact you.”

He approached her and took her hand.

“Edwin … Edwin Hydekyll, Partner”

And it is from this day that I made linked to this person.

She was subjected to some tests at the hospital to finally leave this place.

2 days later, I went back to school, even against the will of my parents and myself, but I have a vengence to start with my new partner who is … not there.

”(How am I going to do this if he’s not there!)“

And suddenly someone entered the school and approached her when the other people didn’t notice her.

She moved straight ahead to go to a secluded place and stopped to turn around.

"Hey, I ended up finding you, dear”

He had a different outfit than the first time they met. A burgundy sweater, black jeans and the hair still tied.

“So? What are you going to do?” he said

“I don’t know, I don’t know how to do it”

“Um … well, I have an idea how you could make your plan into execution. You choose a victim, where are you going to get rid of it and what do you want to end it with?”

“I…”

“Think well, my dear! Not everyone escapes death”

“I know!” she took out a class photo which she kept in her bag.

“He is Simon. He is a boxing fighter. He is the one who hit me repeatedly when I was on the ground. And I have an idea to get rid of him”

A few minutes later, it’s time for a sports lesson (Alexiane had to change in the bathroom so as not to reproduce what happened). Until hearing a screeching howl that attracted everyone and saw the lifeless body of Simon, completely disfigured. It is a huge shock from this event,

A few days later, it was that of Petunia, Broken in two following numerous violent trampling until the column was broken. Then that of Elliot, who was found hanging with his arms tied in the air and beaten up again and again with a containing object leaving marks entirely visible.

And finally, on the last day of revenge, it is now time for Delphine’s. But this was very noticeable and difficult to reach so great help from Edwin was required to lure him into the trap. Alex gave her the sensitive points of it.

“I didn’t know you could do this!”she said

“There are things you don’t know, my dear ~.But stay impressed. ;) ”

Alexiane let out a small sneer of joy at her words.

“Hey, beautiful kid ~ I need help with something, could you come and help me ~? Said Delphine

"Yes, of course”

He leaves with her, out of Alexiane to prepare for the final plan.

“A piece of advice my pretty one, don’t come near her! She’s just useless waste.”

“Oh ~? And why so?”

“She is weak and vulnerable, so much less than nothing. She should die for her unnecessary existence.��

Edwin refrained from annihilating him right away for Alex’s plan and he came up with an idea to get him trapped.

“Come with me, baby ~ I have something for you that will make you happy ~”

“Oh ~ I would like to see that”

They leave the interior of the school to put it in a dead end wall and no way out. And they kissed for a long time until Alexiane found herself behind her and struck her on the neck.

She fell into the apples and took her to the equipment room while waiting for the night.

The night is there, Delphine woke up under the light close to her face and noticed that she was tied to a chair with rope.

“What is that? Untie me right away!”

“No no no, my pretty ~”

She turned around and saw him sitting next to her (He still has his transformation).

“You sick fellow! You did that! Untie me right away!”

“No … it’s me” and Alexiane appeared with a sharp, heavy object in her hand. “Did you sleep well, princess ~”

“YOU … I suspected that it is you who is behind all of this! You are disgusting and horrible! Psychopathic waste!”

“No. Delphine. You are the psychopath in history and the creator of your masterpiece. Look at me! You changed me …! You are the one who is at the origin of all this! Hahahaha!”

“You’re crazy, CRAZY! You and your bastard next door who …”

“HAHAHAHAHAH!” Edwin laughed at his words. “Hah! A bastard, let me show something my little one”

“So…? Scared?”

“Now that you’ve seen this, look at this!” She showed her back full of scars.

“I am going to throw up

"It’s not over, and that’s it!” She showed her defective eye. “It’s all your fault, you rotten my life, you destroyed everything I was and you destroyed me physically. And you’re going to suffer for that.” and she glared at him in front of her.

“… ha … HA … HAHAHAHAHHA! You! You are going to do nothing to me! You are so useless! Unable to act alone! You are weak, rotten and helpless. HAHAHAHHA!”

“Alex, give me the tool …”

“Yeah Alex, give him the tool ~. Him, he will be what to do. Compare to you who is nothing at all! HAHAHAHHAHA!

Alexiane trembled, clutching the sharp object firmly.

"So loser! You’re losing your temper! You don’t know how to use this object!”

“SHUT UP!” And she lifted it over her head and hit it over and over again, repeating the same words until it looked like nothing.

Alexiane stopped dead and saw what she did, she turned to Ed who was very surprised by his act. The truth, he didn’t know how to react. If he were to be praised or frightened. She trembled strongly until she fell to her knees and wept hot tears. Ed aggenouya towards her to calm her down but her tears were not tears of fear or sadness, but tears of joy. She finally felt free from her chain which made her consume slowly.

“Yes, my dear. Well done to you. Now we have to leave before someone sees us”

They fled with the object in their hands and quickly left school. They hid the tool away in the forest and he took it home (through the window of her room)

“Woah … What a delight, darling ~”

She sneered at his words and suddenly thought of something crazy.

“Do you have something in mind, dear?”

“What if … and if I go. With you.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to leave this world that destroyed me and live a life … exciting with you. And I believe that …” Killing “is so stimulating …” “Yes Ed! I want us to go far away from here ”

“Is this your dearest wish, My little angel?”

“Let me prepare something and we will leave”

After a few minutes of preparation, they left the house in silence.

“Where are we going now?” She says

“I know a place that will welcome destroyed souls. Don’t worry, you’re going to enjoy it there with me.”

And they disappeared in the dark smoke of the forest fog.

Small end bonus:

The little brother went to Alexiane’s room and saw that she was not there. The window was open and a letter was placed on the bed. He took it and read what was written:

“To the person who will read this letter”

I left the house without warning you, I’m sorry but I decided to leave for good this hell that I lived for a long time. I blame myself for never having told you, even behind my smile, I could not exorcise my pain. I suffered from harassment for a long time and decided to change my life differently. I left everything behind to start a new life elsewhere. I don’t want you to suffer from my pain for making such a change. But be sure, I’m fine, I’m going to get by on my own and I will never forget you.

Just for my last request, do not look for me, do not try to look for me or contact the police, they will not be of any help and utility. All I have is stay here.

Living your life every moment is very precious and I wish it to you too.

“For my adored little brother”. I’m sorry. I failed in my role as a big sister. But now, I give you my role to be in charge of taking care of the parents and I believe in you for this. Know that I had the pleasure of being your big sister and stayed in your heart “

I strongly embrace you

Alexiane, The Avenging Angel.

dang that’s long

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znaeb · 5 years ago

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I needed to come see you. | B.A.

“This again?”

You internally rolled your eyes when you saw who was on the other side of the door. You thought he was getting past this, that he was maturing.

The drunken parties had seemed less interesting to him recently, but here he was again. Drunk, whining about god knows what, and on your doorstep asking to come in because he’s too wasted to drive himself home.

“Brandon, What is this?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I just needed to come see you, I just needed to make sure you were still here.” He stumbled but caught himself with one hand on the doorframe.

“Where would I have gone?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “it’s 2am, B.”

“I dunno, out with Steven.” He mimed gagging himself at the mention of your off-and-on-boyfriend’s name.

You chuckled at him before stepping farther into the house and tugging his sleeve so he’d follow you, “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

“No, I need to talk to you about something.” He said sternly as he pulled his arm away from you.

“And what would that be?” You said as you sat him down on the couch and tried to get his jacket off of him.

“Well I don’t want to tell you now.” He pouted, smooshing his face against the arm of the couch and tucking his hands under his head.

“Whatever...” you said calmly, knowing he was just drunk and didn’t know what he was saying.

You sat on the floor by the couch so you could comfortably talk to him face to face, you reached your hand up and ran your fingers through his hair. His eyes closed and your plot to make him fall asleep began to work.

“Do you need water or anything?” You whispered to him.

He shook his head and mumbled a quick, “no, thank you.” You sighed and stayed there quietly next to him for a while.

When he was almost completely asleep you stood up and grabbed a blanket from the little rack by the couch to cover him up.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, Brandon.” You smiled at the fact that he even had good manners when he was drunk.

“Y/N?” He said slightly louder as you started to walk away.

“Hm?” You turned around as you put your foot on the first stair step.

“I’m in love with you.” He said it without even opening his eyes. In fact you’re pretty sure he was asleep within 3 seconds of saying it, but even though it seemed not to affect him in the slightest, it took you a minute before you could regain your thoughts and turn to walk up the stairs.

You didn’t sleep very well that night.

—

Fuck fuck fuck fuck....

He was ripping his hair out, cringing at himself for his actions the last night. His drunken self never failing to embarrass him.

“Maybe she’ll think I was just too drunk and out of it...” he whispered to himself as he paced the floor of her living room.

Thankfully she was still asleep and he didn’t have to face her and the inevitable embarrassment of what he’d said.

He grabbed his jacket and bolted for the front door, opening and shutting it as quietly as the squeaky S.O.B. would allow.

He walked the few blocks from her apartment to the parking lot of the pub where he’d been the night before. he pressed the unlock button on his little remote a bunch of times and hopped inside, turning the key and speeding away from all his problems.

“Nick!” He called for his roommate the second he opened the door.

He walked into the kitchen where he saw him eating a bowl of cereal at the small island. “Nick... I fucked up, dude.”

“What’d you do this time?” He rolled his eyes.

Brandon gave him a dirty look before continuing, “I got drunk last night...”

“So?”

“And then went to Y/N’s...”

“Shit...”

“And then I told her I’m in love with her...”

A slight pause. A bite of cereal. And then Nick spoke: “yup, you fucked up.”

“Wow you’re so helpful. Thank you, oh wise one.” Brandon rolled his eyes and tossed his keys on the counter before sitting across from his roommate.

“Well what do you want me to say? You are in love with her, and it’s not like she was never going to find out.”

“But I didn’t want her to find out from drunk Brandon! I wanted her find out when I planned to tell her.”

“Oh? and when was that, Romeo?” Nick mocked him.

“Y’know... when I planned.” Brandon crossed his arms.

“Wow.”

“Shut up.”

—

When you woke the next morning your head hurt. The lack of sleep obviously didn’t agree with you. You rubbed your eyes as you got up and walked down the stairs.

As your foot hit the last step you heard the door close, making you huff and put your hands on your hips. He crashed on your couch, then told you he was in love with you, then bailed? Dick.

“That motherfucker.” You shook your head as you walked into the kitchen to start the coffee maker.

Who does he think he is? Making you lose sleep and then leaving without even offering an explanation?

You considered calling to make sure he got home alive, but you decided to just check the Snapchat map and see his location. Sure enough, he was at his house.

You wanted to storm over there and ask him the thousands of questions that were now swirling around your brain, you wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake the answers out... but you didn’t. You were afraid of those answers.

You didn’t exactly know what your feelings toward Brandon were. You knew he was definitely more than a friend, but you’d never let yourself get farther than that. You refused to let yourself think about him that way, no matter how many weird, intimate, thankfully only occasionally sexual, dreams you’d had about him.

You poured yourself a mug of coffee when it had finished brewing and decided you needed to talk to the best advice giver in the world. Edwin.

“Hey sugar pie, what’s up?” He answered on the 2nd ring and sounded way to chipper for this early in the morning.

“Ed, something happened.” You sighed.

“Uh oh, tell me everything.” You heard his car start in the background and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Was that your car? Where are you going?” You questioned impulsively.

“Home. My graveyard shift just ended.” He spoke matter-o-factly, “The E.R. was suspiciously slow and I need something to make my day more interesting, so, spill.” He didn’t let the subject change, he loved knowing everything.

“Brandon...” You started and then paused, “he showed up at my house last night, at like 2am.”

“Oooh, did you guys do the diddly do?” You face palmed.

“No! He was drunk.” You rolled you eyes and clarified the situation as much as you could, “he walked to my house because he couldn’t drive home.”

“Oh, is that it? I was hoping for something more interesting.” The disappointment was very evident in his voice.

“No... he kind of— well not kind of... he, um, told me that he’s in love with me?” You bit your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut as you waited for Edwin’s reaction.

You heard a gasp through the phone and then, loudly, “fucking finally! I’ve been waiting for one of you to let it slip.”

“Wait, what?” You were officially puzzled.

“Sweetie, everyone knows.” He sighed.

“Knows what?” You asked in a defensive manner.

“That you and Brandon are basically obsessed with each other.” You could practically hear him rolling his eyes at you.

“We are not!” You scoffed at the very notion, then after a moment of silence added, “at least I don’t think we are...”

“Honey, are you seriously going to try and deny this? To me? I know all. I am all knowing.” He sassed and you chuckled.

“Does Miranda know too then? You do tell her everything.” You laughed out loud thinking about it. Edwin and his fiancée, Miranda, pretty much knew everything about everyone in their friend group. They were like the parents to whom all the pathetic single friends brought their drama.

“Well obviously, me and my wife share everything. It’s how we keep our relationship so healthy.” Although they weren’t scheduled to be married for another 3 months, they had been referring to each other as ‘wifey’ and ‘hubby’ since their senior year in high school.

“What do I do, Ed?” You said after another moment of silence, “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“Just take some time and think about it, like really think about what you want. And just be honest with him when you decide what you feel. He cares about you a lot... he’ll get it, whatever you choose.”

Once again Edwin came through, he always gave the best advice. You sighed again and nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

“Okay... okay you’re right. I’m gonna just have to wait to talk to him until I know what I want, because I literally have no idea what to say.”

“You got this, boo.” He encouraged, you then heard a door opening in the on his end and him say, away from the speaker: “Good morning, little miss love of my life.”

You swooned at the soft words your friend spoke to his fiancée. you silently wished you had that with someone— and because of the current topic of conversation, your mind automatically went to Brandon.

“Hey, Y/N?” You heard Ed addressing you on the phone again, “I’m gonna go eat some breakfast with M, we can call back in a little while if you still want to talk though.” He offered kindly.

“No that’s okay! Thank you for everything, go spend time with your wife!” You laughed as you shooed him off of the phone.

He laughed then said, “alright alright, text one of us if you need anything.”

You said your goodbyes and hung up. Then you stood alone in your kitchen for another few minutes before deciding to run some errands and think about everything.

—

“Ed, I—“ Brandon was cut off seconds after he began to speak.

“I heard.” Edwin rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“You heard? From who? Y/N? What did she say?” He questioned his best friend frantically, “Edwin, I swear to god, tell me what she said!”

“I’m not going to betray her trust like that!” He smacked Brandon on the side of the head, “calm down.”

“Ow.” Brandon rubbed the spot that was now sore from Edwin’s assault.

“What I will say is that I think you should just give it some time, let it breathe, and she’ll come to you.” Edwin made hand gestures to emphasize his point, “and, also, maybe don’t be a creep and show up at her door at two in the morning!”

Brandon physically cringed for the millionth time.

“I didn’t mean to do it... it just happened. It was totally unplanned.” He hugged himself tightly, hoping it’d make the pit forming in his stomach stop growing.

“Dude, fuck off. You knew exactly what you were doing when you got drunk at the only bar within walking distance of her house.” Edwin leaned against the kitchen counter and cocked his head to the side.

“Ignorance is my story and I’m sticking with it.” Brandon shook his head and huffed.

“Wow, very believable.” Miranda chimed in as she walked into the kitchen. Her long blonde hair swayed behind her as she made a bee-line for Edwin, latching her arm with his, “I almost, almost thought you were telling the truth.”

“Hello, my love.” Edwin completely abandoned the conversation to greet his girlfriend, nothing new.

“Hello.” She beamed at him and kissed his cheek.

“Guys! Focus! I need serious help!” Brandon pleaded.

“Oh, we know.” Ed raised his eyebrows at B.

“Why is everyone so mean to me? My god!” Brandon threw his arms up in defeat.

“Oh stop it, drama queen...” Miranda rolled her eyes, “hey, don’t you have work in like 15 minutes?” She furrowed her brows and looked at him.

“No I—“ He looked at his watch, “fuck! I’m gonna be late.” He rushed around to find where he’d set his keys. When he finally found them he hurried to the door, Edwin following close behind to lock it after him.

In a last ditch attempt to gain some information he turned around in the doorway and rushed out, “Please tell me what Y/N said?”

“Never.” Edwin scoffed and smacked the other side of his head, “go to work, Brandon.”

“Fine, bye.” He grumbled and hurriedly made his way out of the apartment complex and to work.

—

“Zion? thoughts?” You raised your shoulders as you sought the opinion of your neighbor. The normal routine of sitting on his back porch and having a beer to unwind after work was rudely interrupted by you ranting about the whole Brandon mess.

“What about that Steven dude?” He questioned and tipped his chin up, “What’s up with him?”

“I don’t even really like him like that, every now and then we both just get bored of being single and go to the movies or something.” You plopped down on a deck chair after you finished pacing and crossed your arms, “he literally would not care at all if I started dating someone else.”

“So you want to date Brandon?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you’ve thought about it?”

“I mean... yes.”

“Okay.” Zion started, setting his beer down and leaning foreword, “I’m gonna say a word and your gonna say the first thing that pops into your mind. Don’t think, just say it.”

“Z, that’s stupid. What’s that gonna prove?”

“Will you just shut up and do it?” He rolled his eyes, having no patience for your doubt of his methods.

“Fine.” You sighed.

“Tree.”

“Tree?”

“Okay, something other than the word I said, please? Thank you.”

You rolled your eyes, but gestured for him to continue.

“House?”

“Home.”

“Car?”

“Road trip.”

“Friend?”

“Miranda.”

You let your mind go blank. Bored to death with this little exercise, you zoned out.

“Dog?”

“Cat.”

“Lover?”

“Brandon.”

“Aha! You love Brandon!” Zion accused, pointing a finger at you. You were just as startled by your own admission as you were of Zion’s sudden triumphant yelp.

“I... What the fuck?” You scratched your head. You honestly hadn’t meant to say it. Your own subconscious baffling you beyond belief.

Zion leaned back in his chair and sipped his beer with utter satisfaction. A smirk on his face as he mentally crowned himself the king of relationship advice. Even though he himself has never had a serious girlfriend, he reckoned he’d be amazing at relationships.

“I think I’m in love with Brandon.” You admitted to yourself as you came to terms with feelings you’ve had since high school, “Huh... how about that?”

“It’s not that weird y’know, people fall in love all the time.” Zion remarked offhandedly.

“I guess that’s true.”

You both sat in silence while you finished your drinks and then retreated back to your respective homes.

—

It was 2am.

You knocked on the door and waited. Your intense nerves were crawling up your back like some sort of monster and making the little hairs on your arms stand up.

You waited as you heard footsteps from inside, bouncing on your toes and hoping to god that this goes how you want it to.

The door opened and light flooded out and into the ground. Making it difficult to hide the uncomfortable look sneaking it’s way on your face.

“Y/N?” Brandon was surprised to see you.

“Hi.” You did an awkward little wave then stood there silently.

“Um, what’s up?” He stepped outside with you and turned to pull the door closed behind him, taking the light away and making everything dim once again.

“I just needed to come see you.” You spoke quietly and looked down, eye contact seeming impossible at this particular moment.

“I thought you’d be avoiding me for the rest of our lives.” He attempted to joke, also looking down.

“I could never do that.” Your head shot up and you looked at him for what felt like the first time ever.

You re-noticed the small things you adore about him. Like how his eyebrows raise when he’s giving you his attention, and how his eyes are so pretty (even when you can barely see them), and how he bites the inside of his cheek when he’s anxious.

“That’s a relief.” He whispers.

“Hey, Brandon?” You issued a question in response. Your eyes once again glueing themselves to the ground, too scared by what you were about to tell him to look him in the face.

“Hm?” He stepped closer, the tips of your shoes almost touching.

“I’m in love with you too.” You finally forced yourself to look up at him again, and when you did his face was much closer than you had thought. Your noses brushed as he responded:

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes please.”

And so he did.

#prettymuch imagines #prettymuch #brandon arreaga #brandon arreaga imagines #zion kuwonu #edwin honoret #nick mara #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine

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buckybabybaby · 5 years ago

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Mr Hollywood (Chapter 9)

Summary: Bucky Barnes, an underpaid teaching assistant in a small English village, dreams of a movie career back in his home country of America. He finally gets the break he's always wanted, and if it wasn't for you, his best friend, he wouldn't have been able to take it.

But is that fact enough to save your friendship when it's tested by the pressures of Hollywood?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 2089

Chapter summary: The summer fête is upon you! And Bucky returns again.

Warnings: a little bit mpre angst...

Previous: Chapter 8

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*****

The day of the fête dawns bright and breezy. Perfect conditions, you couldn't really ask for more given the time of year, but that doesn’t stop the scowl forming on your face as you make the short walk to school. Going in to work on a Saturday always feels somewhat wrong, and that uneasy feeling is multiplied ten times knowing who's going to be there.

It's been a tough week, hiding how you actually feel about Bucky returning when the children are besides themselves, excited to welcome back such a star. Everyone remembers how inseparable the two of you were when he worked here, and as far as they know, nothings changed, so there's been a few awkward conversations in the past days where you've not known if your fake excitement has been believable. Only Peggy knows the truth. Edwin has his suspicions, you know, after witnessing your less than enthusiastic reactions to the prospect of your supposed best friend visiting, and he'd patted your hand gently when you'd slumped next to him in the staff room one lunchtime.

“Coming back home helps people realise what they've missed,” He'd said cryptically, leaving you to your sandwiches. A tiny flicker of hope had flared at his words, one you'd quickly push down. Edwin hadn't heard Bucky that day, didn't know how vicious he'd been, or the cruel look in his eye as he'd broken your heart. Your colleagues kindness is appreciated, but at this point there doesn't seem any chance of saving what you had.

*****

Reaching the school, you breathe evenly to keep yourself calm. Somebody’s got hold of a cardboard cut-out of Bucky's character, whatever his name may be, and it's currently resting in the entrance hall alongside the crates of bric-a-brac and sweets for the tombola stand you're tending.

Just looking at his picture makes you feel sick. It doesn't help that his face has almost the same look on it as last time you saw him, that piercing glower sending a shiver through you. From what you've overheard the programme he's in is a sort of comedy drama, based around comic book characters, which explains his metal arm and combat gear, and the dramatic, side on pose, that you would have teased him about in better times.

Peggy brushes past you, breaking your staring match with the two dimensional image of Bucky as she grabs a box. You also pick one up, following her out to the table where a Year Three is carefully arranging the prizes on your stall. It takes a while to organise all the items neatly, and you get so sucked into a conversation with your little helper, Edwin's oldest daughter, Isabella, that you nearly forget why you were dreading this day.

A laugh, so recognisable, floats across the playground in your direction and you drop the saucer you're holding. Thankfully it doesn't shatter, and you turn your head subtly to look over, breath hitching as you catch sight of him, flanked by the head teacher and too many students to count. Isabella clearly wishes to join them, and you let her go, needing a little time alone to process his presence.

Your hands are visibly trembling. If you thought you felt ill earlier it's nothing compared to now, you haven’t prepared yourself to actually be within eyesight of Bucky again, and you sag, taking a seat before your legs give out. Peggy passes by, spots the source of your terror, and squeezes your shoulder comfortingly.

“I'm okay.” You smile through your lie, staring over at the growing group of children wanting attention from Hollywood's newest heartthrob. Bucky runs a hand through his hair, a nervous tick of his you remember well, and you notice that the length of his waves is much shorter than in all the promotional pictures and videos.

“I didn't even spot that. Must be a wig.” Peggy muses, thinking along the same line as you. “Why don't you ask?” She looks at you expectantly, remaining confident that you and Bucky can sort out your differences.

Glaring, you choose not to reply. You're still annoyed at her for letting this come to be, even though you know it's not her fault. Realising you're not in the mood to hear her thoughts, she part ways silently to attend to her own duties, leaving you alone to spy on Bucky from a distance.

He appears to be being as friendly and patience with the children as he always was. Watching him smile as they congregate around his feet, he looks so far away from the man who caused you so much pain just a couple of weeks ago.

The student given the honour of showing him around starts to lead him towards your side of the field and you panic and do the one thing you can, slipping off your chair and under your stall, pulling the billowing tablecloth back in front of your body. Keeping quiet, you wait in the shadows feeling like a coward. The group roams by the cave you've made for yourself, and you breathe again, reassured that he's going to be busy officially opening the fête in a couple of minutes. Taking a second to make sure he's long gone, the last thing you expect is anyone to find you.

“Why are you hiding?”

Jumping in shock, you hit your head on the bottom of the table as you're greeted by the face of Isabella again. She's observing you with a slight frown, crouching down to sit opposite you. Rubbing the sore spot at the top of your head, you think of how to excuse your strange behaviour.

“Is it because Mr Barnes is someone else's best friend now?” She asks bluntly before you have a chance to explain yourself. “Or was he mean to you?”

You laugh in surprise, shaking your head at her forwardness. She's spot on somehow, and then you remember meeting her mother and it's obvious where she gets it from.

“He wasn't mean to me. Look.” Shoving a postcard in your face, you take it from her. It's the same picture of the two characters that has been everywhere for the last month, this one scribbled across with a black pen, a rushed copy of Bucky's signature. Not the one he uses for official paperwork, you can see, rather just the first half in a fancier script, and with a smiley face at the end.

The sight brings a lump to your throat.

“That's lovely, Isabella.”

“We always thought you'd get married to him,” She whispers conspiratorially.

Biting your tongue to stop yourself swearing in front of a seven year old, and a pupil, you struggle to find the right thing to say.

“Oh really. And who's 'we'?”

“Everyone. Even Daddy.”

Blinking, stunned, you diffuse the situation quickly, rising from under the table and brushing yourself down as you help her up too.

“I've just had an idea. Wouldn't your parents like to see your signed poster? Look, there they are,” You point her in their direction, “Why don't you go show them?”

She skips off happily and you rest your weight on the edge of the table, overwhelmed. How you were unaware of everyone's gossip about your relationship with Bucky, you don't know, and it must be bad if even the younger children are involved.

Pressing your fingers into your temple, you sigh, longing for this day to be done with.

There's a shuffling in the deserted vegetable patch at the back of your stand, probably another teacher taking a break from the mayhem of the day, and you pay them no mind until they come to a stop behind you.

“Y/N.”

Closing your eyes, you don't need to turn around to know who it is. The universe just doesn't want to give you a break today. When you continue to face away from him, he squeezes between your tent and the next until he's standing directly in front of you.

“Hello.” Bucky offers you a small smile and you gawk at his nerve.

What is he trying to achieve here? Hasn't he hurt you enough? There's nothing you want to say to him, not here, not like this, so controlling your expression you coolly meet his gaze.

“James.”

He winces at the name. You haven't called him that for years, he only allows close friends and family to address him as Bucky, and it became apparent you'd be one of his closest very early on.

Despite your attitude, he pushes on. “Can I talk to you?”

“I think you've done quite enough talking,” You mutter under your breath. He hears, evident from the shock flashing over his face, and you feel a jolt of spiteful joy at the way he takes half a step back.

There's currently no one looking to buy a ticket for your tombola, which you use to your advantage. “Got to get a drink, sorry!” You call over your shoulder, keeping up the pretence of still being on good terms, for the sake of the students.

Bucky moves to pursue you with a desperate cry of your name that you ignore, escaping as he's once again mobbed by his new fans.

*****

Later, as you pack up your stall, it's apparent Bucky doesn't want to talk to you that urgently, as there's no sign of him now the crowds have gone. You don't know if you feel relieved or disappointed. You'd sent Isabella back to her father, mostly to let her enjoy her weekend, but also because you don't think you'd survive another round of her questioning. For a seven year old, she is remarkably perceptive, and her age means she still lacks the social graces to know when to stop.

You've made quite a bit from your sales, the amount in the cash tin picks your mood up, and as a treat for surviving being in the same location as Bucky you buy the biggest cake you can from the catering stand. Today has been exhausting and you crave a little solitude to unwind.

*****

That night, you can't sleep again. The winds picked up during the evening, throwing branches from the small tree in the front garden against your bedroom window, but that's not the sole reason you're awake. Your mind hasn't stopped racing since your interaction with Bucky. Why did he have to come back and confuse your feelings further? Your head hurts, and not from the bump earlier, the swirling emotions preventing you from relaxing enough to get any rest.

Admitting defeat, you sit up and stare at the wall. The clock on your bedside table reads two forty seven, and you decide that that is an excellent time to go for a walk down the lane. Sliding your feet into the easiest shoes you can, your gardening wellies, you pull on your coat and pick up your keys, quietly opening and relocking your front door as you embrace the fresh air. Wandering with no particular destination in mind, you find yourself pausing in front of the school. The pass-code is entered into the side gate before you can really think about it, and you slowly crunch along the gravel path up to the adventure play area.

That's when you see them. Your blood runs cold as you freeze, cursing yourself for not bringing your phone with you, the figure sitting on the swings resembling something out of those horror movies you've always avoided. Assessing your surroundings, you consider the option of blending into the bushes nearby until the stranger has left.

Then they move and you nearly cry in relief that it's not a serial killer out to get stupid teachers breaking into school in the middle of the night. There's no mistaking that hair, even in the artificial orange glow of the street lights, and your heart rate remains at the same frantic pace as a new fear over takes you.

You could walk away, pretend you haven't seen him, and just get on with your life knowing you won't have to talk him ever again if you wish. Or you could confront him, and maybe get some answers to your many questions. The second options wins, even though the thought of your warm, safe bed, that doesn't hate you, is very tempting, you know you won't feel right until you've had it out with him.

Pulling your coat tighter around your front, shaking not just from the cold, you approach Bucky, preparing yourself for a conversation you probably won't like.

*****

A/n: Bucky answers for his behaviour next chapter, promise!

Chapter 10

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #buckybabybaby #Mr Hollywood

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nickmuch · 5 years ago

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e.j.h. - teo

NOTE: am i a writer? No. Did i have nothing to do at work bc i finished all my stuff 3 hours too early and wrote an imagine out of boredom? Yes.

Also: I seriously wrote this as a joke, but oof 3 pages long?? Just for it to stay locked up on my laptop?? No, ma’am. So I decided to post it here. It’s obviously not bomb and english is not my first language, so don’t roast me pls :(

„Hey…“ he said after entering her room. It was so soft that it could barely be heard at first. However, his presence was felt in the house the moment he had opened the gate. The walls were too thin for her liking and she felt like she had been eavesdropping even though all he did was take off his shoes, put them neatly behind the front door and slowly climb up the stairs to the master’s bed room. He was cautious. Way too cautious, she thought. That made her stomach churn again.

“Talk to me”. His hand touched her forearm lighty, making his way up to her shoulders, then across her collar bone, to her jaw and lastly holding onto her cheeks with both his hands softly but firm enough for her to know that this was real. That he was real. They were real.

Life felt like a simulation these days. She couldn’t feel anything besides her tiredness. Ironically, everything seemed as if she was in a dream world. She was the eyes to a video game character but couldn’t feel what its shallow body felt. Like an illusion.

“I … I-“. She tried to talk to him. After all he didn’t do anything wrong, he wasn’t the reason for her horrible mind-state. Hell, she didn’t even know why she felt so unsure, so irritated and aloof, keeping him at a distance she didn’t feel comfortable with because he was her safe place. Edwin was her safe place.

Her mouth was dry, making her voice raspy when she finally found the words to speak. “I am scared of losing you”. Six words. Six words that held so much more meaning to them than it seemed. Because it didn’t just mean that she was scared of losing him. It meant that she loved him. That she couldn’t imagine a life without him in the picture. That there was this big possibility she could lose her best friend any moment now and that drove her wild.

His eyebrows furrowed. A slight frown visible on his delicate face and his mouth pouty from thinking of what could have possibly happened that she even thought for a second he would ever leave her alone like that. “Whatchu mean?”.

She pulled away. He didn’t know. Of course he didn’t know because for the past week she had been ignoring him mercilessly. It was the fear that kept her from telling him, talking to him, seeing him. The way he would react? Only god knew. But it’s been a week and sooner or later she did have to face him. With or without fear of losing him.

Suddenly her head felt dizzy and before Edwin could process what was going on, she was already on her feet running and hunched over the toilet to empty her stomach. Not that she had eaten anything and even if she did, it didn’t stay for long anyways. “Mi amor” he murmured. He didn’t know what was going on but he for sure wasn’t going to leave her on her own while she felt this miserable. “What did you eat? Did that upset your stomach or something?”. Before he could receive an answer to his question, she was throwing up again. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to her, she turned her body towards him. As if on cue, his arms were wrapped around her securely, holding her fragile self like a safety blanket, ready to protect her from everything evil in this world.

It was only a look, but enough for him to see what she was trying to tell him all this time. Now it all made sense: her avoiding him, the nausea, the tears she shed the last time they saw each other. She was talking to Zion in the PM backyard then. Hushed whispers mixed with frantic worried looks. Soft touches. An unwary smile from Z. Not gonna lie, Ed did feel jealous when he saw them together like that. Who could blame him, though? Last time he checked she was his official-but-not-so-official-girlfriend, promoted from best friend to lover after their last wild party weeks ago. The party itself wasn’t so wild, but what happened between her and Ed after was. So, naturally he felt annoyed that she would go to Zion with her problem instead of him.

Now she was in his embrace on the cold floor while they seemed to be waiting for her next nauseous moment. “You are, aren’t you?” he asked. It was more like a statement. In his mind he had already pieces two and two together. Edwin knew that she was, it was a feeling deep down. A shaky breath left her lips, followed by a short nod of her head. “Are you mad? Are you going to leave? I- I don’t know what to do, you always keep a cool head when things blow up. I am not good with this. How are we supposed to tell the others? Will we even- “. He didn’t let her finish. Too many thoughts clouded her mind and Edwin knew the only way to make it stop was to answer her questions. And so he did by kissing her passionately like never before. The kiss was supposed to tell her that everything was going to be alright, that he wouldn’t leave their side even if the world would end tomorrow. “You talk too much. Let your heart speak for once, mi amor”.

A smile crept up her face. It felt so foreign, she couldn’t remember the last time she had a smile on. Probably two weeks ago before her life was turned upside down in just a matter of 5 minutes. “You sure?”. Her voice seemed stronger now. Edwin took his time before answering. “All I know is that I wanna spend my life with you. Forever. We’ve been best friends for years now and ever since … ever since-“. She nodded quickly, signaling for him that it was okay he felt so nervous and to just continue whenever. “We weren’t supposed to sleep with each other because we’re best friends. Always been”. This made her heart beat faster and scared that this whole conversation was close to taking a different turn than expected. “But maybe” he began. “Maybe we were supposed to be lovers and not best friends all along”. Suddenly Edwin fell backwards a bit. She couldn’t help herself and hug him with so much force and passion. This needed to be true. This needed to be real and not just a simulation of her weird twisted fantasy. That’s why she engulfed him as tight as her weak body allowed.

“So, I’m willing to try and not only be there for you, but also for them. No matter the decision. I want this to work out. I want us to work out. And it will”. The look in his eyes was determined. He was more than sure that this was what he wanted, what was always truly in his heart but couldn’t be said out loud in fear of ruining everything they had built in their friendship. It was too precious for that. But right now was the perfect time and so he did. He told her what was going on in his mind for what felt like years, but really it had only been a couple weeks since he knew what he felt for her and yet, they both believed this love would never end.

Edwin seemed to have an imaginary bullet-list in his head. The way he concentrated and stared into the distance while trying to think and say all the things he loved about her. The way she would make sure to call him at least twice a day – as a good morning and good night -, whether it was on a bad day or good day, busy day or lazy day. Didn’t matter. Or how she would laugh at anything he said, even if the other boys didn’t find the joke very funny. How her lips were so goddamn pouty and soft after a nap. Even back then he had the urge to just kiss them. Silly of him to not realize any sooner how madly in love he was with this girl. “Okay!” she laughed. “I get it. I am awesome or whatever”. It was said more as a joke but honestly? He did think she was awesome. “Oh and, Ed?”. Now it was his turn to look at her quizzically. “I love you, too. And we will conquer this whole love thing. Together. You, me and … and them”. Tears were rushing out of his eyes uncontrollably as she spoke her words. She finished with a short silence, followed by a single word. “Teo”. At first, Edwin didn’t catch on but after repeating what she said in his head a couple of times, it finally clicked. “Yes, it’s definitely gonna be Teo”. This was truly a dream come true and neither her nor him wanted to ever wake up from it.

ANOTHER NOTE: ok so yes, she’s preggo and Teo is short for Mateo and that’s one of my favorite names, so I had to add it in here somehow. Anyways, if you actually read the whole thing: I love you.

- Cami

#edwin honoret #brandon arreaga #zion kuwonu #austin porter #nick mara #fanfic #prettymuch #edwin honoret imagine #prettymuch imagines #pm #ejh #love #blurbs #zion kuwonu imagines #austin porter imagines #nick mara imagines #brandon arreaga imagines #pm blurbs #writing

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winryofresembool · 6 years ago

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Edwin one-shot: Period Pains

Summary: Winry suffers from period pains, and Ed tries his best to help her feel better (post-Promised day, Ed&Winry are not together yet).

A/N: This fic was inspired by some first hand experiences TM (minus a caring boyfriend :(). I just love to think that Ed is that person who’d be willing to do a whole lot to help Winry feel better. Well, I guess that’s all, enjoy and plsssssss review because I am in need of some extra writing motivation.

Words: 1300+

Genre: hurt/comfort/fluff

”Owwww…”

It was already well past midnight. Edward couldn’t get any sleep, so he decided to go downstairs to get water to relieve the dryness in his mouth. When he passed Winry’s room, he heard moaning from there and saw through the small gap under the door that the light was still on, so she must have still been awake. At first he was just going to continue his path to the kitchen, but then he heard another moan and hesitantly turned towards the door, knocking on it lightly.

“Win? Can I come in?”

“S-sure,” a tiny, pained voice said from the other side of the door.

“What’s the matter?” Ed asked when he opened the door and saw Winry squirming in her bed, squeezing a pillow in her arms, her face twisted in pain. That looked pretty serious in his opinion.

“Nothing!” Winry yelled angrily, loud enough that Ed got nervous she might have woken Pinako or Al up. “Nothing at all. So if that’s all you…”

“No,” Ed said, genuinely worried. “Clearly you are hurting.” He gestured towards the pillow. “… So, I need to know what’s wrong. Are you sick? Or did you accidentally drill your finger or something?”

“Can you just please. Go. Away! This is already embarrassing enough as it is,” Winry growled, continuing to squeeze the pillow so hard Ed suspected if it had been a person in her arms, they would probably be dead already.

“I don’t understand you at all!” Ed started getting frustrated and also slightly hurt that she didn’t want his help. “At first you said I can come in, and then you just… tell me to go away. I just wanted to help, you know.”

Winry looked at him through her tearful eyes and said: “No. Ed. Sorry. It’s just the freaking mood swings. I don’t think I know what I want myself…” Another cramp hit her lower abdomen and once it calmed down a bit, she breathed: “… Except for this goddamn pain to go away!”

“Are you having a stomach flu? Food poisoning?” Ed asked as he saw Winry trying to rub her stomach through the pajama shirt to ease the feeling. Whatever it was, it must be pretty bad since Winry never cursed in front of him. Except when she got really angry.

“No! Neither!” She yelped. For some reason she also looked slightly embarrassed, but Ed couldn’t understand why.

“Then what is it? C’mon, you can tell me,” Ed urged her.

“I’m. on. my. period. Ed.” Winry snarled through her teeth, and finally Ed understood her reaction. He blushed and started rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

To himself, Ed admitted that he didn’t know much about periods, just some random information he remembered reading when studying the human anatomy before he and Al had… Having been just 10 back then, he remembered being slightly shocked and grossed out. Maybe it still sounded a bit gross, but from an alchemist’s point of view, it felt quite a natural phenomenon. After all, pretty much everyone with women’s reproductive organs had to go through it that’s what the chemicals inside people did, and because of the said organs they were also able to carry a baby. He just wished the period wouldn’t have to cause Winry this much pain. If he could help her, he would, he decided.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” He finally said.

“It’s not your fault,” Winry said, already much calmer than a little while ago. She must have sensed the worry in his voice, and she couldn’t be angry at someone who just wanted to take care of her. “Actually, there is something you can do… I need something to ease this pain. Do you think granny’s whiskey would help?”

“I’m not sure that’s the smartest idea.” Ed shrugged. “You’d feel even worse tomorrow. Besides, the old hag notices everything. She’d know you took it.”

“Could you not call her that? Ugh, I guess you could bring me some painkillers then. And tea. And maybe a hot water bottle. And choooocolate if you can find any.” She let a small whiny noise as she finished her list.

“Was that all?” Ed snorted. “Painkillers, tea, hot water bottle, chocolate,” he repeated mainly to himself. “Okay. Sounds doable.”

“Then just go,” Winry sobbed as another wave of pain took over her body.

Surprisingly fast, Ed managed to find all the things Winry wanted, even a piece of chocolate Pinako kept hidden for the smallest patients who had a tough time handling the automail tune-ups. Maybe he should have let it be, but desperate times call for desperate measures, Ed thought.

The effort was worth it, because about 10 minutes after Ed returned upstairs with a tray in his hands, Winry was snuggling against his side contently, feeling notably better. She gulped down the last of her tea and bit a piece of chocolate, casting Ed a weary look.

“There’s more one thing you could do…”

“What is it?” Ed looked at her, getting pretty tired himself.

“Could you maybe massage my lower back a bit? It’s feeling so stiff…”

“Oh. Okay. But just for a bit. I want to sleep too, you know.”

“Yada yada. Be grateful you don’t have to go through this pain,” Winry turned to glance at him angrily, then settled on her stomach on her bed, putting the hot water bottle under her and leaning her head against her pillow. Ed started rubbing her lower back (trying his best to ignore the curves below it) through her thin pajamas, but Winry wasn’t happy with that.

“Ed! Under the shirt. You can touch my skin, you know.”

Hs face now completely red, he lifted the shirt enough that he could see her lower back, and put his hand against her warm skin.

“Ow! Your hands are so cold,” Winry complained when the cool sensation struck her.

“You were the one who asked me to massage you,” Ed retorted back, but started rubbing his hands against each other to warm them up before continuing. Soon enough Winry was purring happily like a cat under his hands, and Ed secretly wished he could deal with some of his unresolved feelings to maybe they could do this (and maybe a bit more than just a massage) more often. A comfortable silence fell between them, and eventually Ed thought Winry had fallen asleep. When he stood up from the bed, though, Winry grabbed his wrist and stopped him from going any farther. Ed spun back towards her and gave her an annoyed look.

“Look, I’m sorry you’re hurting and I wish I could kick that pain’s ass, but I’m really getting tired and…”

“No, I’m sorry,” Winry mumbled wearily. “I acted like a bitch towards you. You were super nice and helpful and I was just complaining like a little kid…”

“It’s OK, Winry,” Ed’s face softened. “I would probably be a hundred times worse if I had to suffer through that.”

“Believe it or not, you’re really sweet.” Winry smiled at him. “Thank you for helping me. I feel a lot better now.”

“I’m glad.”

Suddenly Ed was painfully aware that they were still holding hands. He had been drawing small circles with his thumb on the back of her hand, but he stopped when he noticed Winry was looking at it with a weird expression.

“What?”

“All this… why did you do it?” Winry asked.

“I don’t know? Maybe I wanted to make you feel better?”

“But… why?”

“Shouldn’t it be obvious?” Ed sighed and in a moment of softness leaned down to give her a quick kiss on her forehead. “Just… get some sleep. Let’s talk about it when you’re feeling better.”

“Okay,” Winry agreed. Ed was already by the door when she said with a tiny smile on her face: “Hey, Ed…”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks again.”

“Any time,” Ed answered and closed the door behind him, wondering if that small smile was going to be the end of him.

#edwin #edward elric #Winry Rockbell #edxwin #Fullmetal Alchemist #my fics

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swanqueeneverafter · 5 years ago

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What Dreams May Come, Pt.23

The Charmings' Dreamscape. The Dark Palace. Past. (The Evil Queen returns home, clearly agitated.) Evil Queen: ♪ Mirror, mirror, on the wall ♪ ♪ I'm tortured by some spell ♪ (Shrugging off her long coat:) ♪ Mirror, mirror, on the wall ♪ ♪ Please save me from this hell ♪ Magic Mirror: ♪ Snow and Charming made a wish ♪ ♪ Now everything has changed ♪ Evil Queen: (Walks over to him:) ♪ Oh, great, you're singing, too ♪ ♪ This whole thing is deranged ♪ Magic Mirror: ♪ A spell as strong as this ♪ ♪ Won't be easy to defeat ♪ ♪ Your curse might not succeed ♪ ♪ With your kingdom singing songs so sweet ♪ (Through another mirror, the Evil Queen sees the dwarves headed to work, singing merrily.) Grumpy: ♪ It's time to work, let's go ♪ ♪ Not a thing to make me bristle ♪ ♪ With a hi hi hi and a ho ho ho ♪ ♪ I'll mine that mine and whistle ♪ (In yet another mirror, Geppetto sings happily beside Pinocchio.) Geppetto: ♪ He's real and not a toy ♪ ♪ There's a lifetime to enjoy ♪ ♪ The happy things, he's got no strings ♪ ♪ 'Cause he's-a my real boy ♪ (Jiminy Cricket chirps tunefully before the Queen closes the closet door on them. Striding over to her vanity, Regina sees Granny singing through her hand mirror.) Granny: ♪ La, la, Princess on her way ♪ ♪ La, la, though I'm old and gray ♪ ♪ Happy times are here to stay ♪ (Backing away, the Evil Queen turns to see the Charmings singing their song.) Charmings: ♪ Seems we found a lucky break ♪ ♪ Now let our song show the powerful magic ♪ ♪ We can make! ♪ Evil Queen: ♪ Enough! ♪ ♪ So, the Charming's think their love is strong enough to defeat me. ♪ (Chuckles:) ♪ Well, there's one thing they don't know. ♪ ♪ Mirror, mirror, could not be clearer ♪ ♪ That love is a waste of time ♪ ♪ I'm here to tell you, with love's magic spell ♪ ♪ You cannot match the power of mine ♪ ♪ Once I loved, and once I learned ♪ ♪ Love is weakness, love will leave you burned ♪ (Appearing in the dwarf mines, the Evil Queen shows them all her moves:) ♪ Down with love, down with hope ♪ ♪ Don't need blind faith to cope ♪ ♪ Or inspiring songs in my heart ♪ ♪ Got the magic I need ♪ ♪ For my darkest of deeds ♪ ♪ Love at times can entrance ♪ ♪ But love doesn't stand a chance ♪ ♪ Love doesn't stand a chance ♪ (Bursting through Geppetto’s front door:) ♪ Mirror, mirror, the time draws nearer ♪ ♪ For me to enact my curse ♪ ♪ Those happy feelings that send them reeling ♪ ♪ Will soon become the reverse ♪ (Slithering into view from behind Granny’s rocking chair:) ♪ Down with love, down with hope ♪ ♪ Don't need blind faith to cope ♪ ♪ Or inspiring songs in my heart ♪ ♪ Got the magic I need ♪ ♪ For my darkest of deeds ♪ ♪ Love, at times, can entrance ♪ ♪ But love doesn't stand a chance ♪ ♪ Love doesn't stand a chance ♪

(Back in the Dark Palace:) ♪ Stole my shot at one true love ♪ ♪ That’s what she did to me ♪ ♪ Now that little bitch will wish ♪ ♪ She never, ever knew me ♪ ♪ Down with love, down with dreams ♪ ♪ Down with goodness' schemes ♪ ♪ Gonna rip the song right from their hearts ♪ ♪ Got the magic I need ♪ ♪ For my darkest of deeds ♪ ♪ Watch my curse kill romance ♪ ♪ Oh, love doesn't stand a chance ♪ ♪ No, no, love doesn't stand a chance ♪ (The Evil Queen turns, using her magic to shatter the mirror.) Henry's Dreamscape. (Richard goes to visit the fortune teller.) Richard: “Hello, great one.” Edwin: (Standing:) “I am Edwin The Magnificent.” Richard: “Hello, Edwin The Magnificent. I...” Edwin: “I know exactly who you are. You are Richard, the king from the north.” Richard: “That was actually really impressive. I'm sure you know we're on a quest to return me to my kingdom and to return my friend Henry to his lady love, who may or may not be waiting for him. It's sort of a long-distance thing.” Edwin: “Ugh, those things rarely work out. Sit down.” Richard: (As they both take a seat:) “Thank you, sir.” Edwin: “Let me tell your fortune. Pick a number.” Richard: “Uh, seven.” Edwin: (Stands quickly:) “Seven! (Two clouds of smoke appear behind him before he retakes his seat. Edwin pulls out a Paper Fortune Teller:) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Choose a color.” Richard: “Blue.” Edwin: “B-l-u-e. (Suddenly the crystal ball plays a flute ringtone:) Oh, uh, uh, forgive me. Uh, I'm sorry. (Answering it:) Yes? Yes? What is it?” Edwin’s Wife: “Edwin, you need to pick up the children.” Edwin: “I'm working. Can't you pick them up from school?” Edwin’s Wife: “Like I have the time?” Edwin: “Yes, yes. I know what you do is a job, too. Of course. See you tonight. Y-yes, before dinner.” Edwin’s Wife: “Love you, honey.” Edwin: “Love you, too. (Ends the call:) I'm so sorry. Sometimes I wish I'd never got a thing for communicating with a person in another realm no matter how far away.” Richard: “Er, do you think I could borrow that?” Edwin: “Certainly.” Kingdom Of Valencia. (Via the crystal ball, Richard appears in one of the hallway mirrors.) Richard: “Hello? Is anyone there?” (As luck would have it, the Chef passes down the hallway at the opportune moment.) Chef: “Sire, it's me, the Chef.” Richard: “Oh, thank God. Hello, little man who used to bring me my food. Is Gareth there? I would very much like to speak with him. (To Edwin:) Gareth's my best pal. I'm sure he's worried sick about me.” Chef: “Um...Sir, I... I have some bad news.” Richard: “Hmm?” Chef: “He took your throne. He went and hooked up with Madelena... The ultimate act of betrayal. He's now the king. He makes you look like an ass... ass... ass... Ass... ass... ass... ass... Ass... ass... Ass...” Edwin: “Sometimes it does that. Hold it up. You'll get a better signal.” (Richard does so and the Chef continues.) Chef: “...Astronomical leader by comparison.” Richard: “Gareth...Betrayed me?” Chef: “Big time.” Richard: (Slumping back in his chair:) “I cannot believe Gareth would do this. Did he ever even care? (A snorting sound can be heard outside the tent. Lifting the flap, Richard sees the Unicorn stood waiting for him:) I'm going for a walk.”

The Land Without Magic. New York City. Present. (Having packed a couple of overnight bags, Regina and Emma find themselves strolling through Central Park.) Regina: "I can't believe we're here." Emma: "I always promised I'd show you New York properly some day." Regina: (Chuckles:) "Yeah, but I can't help feeling-" Emma: "Hey, after the last few days we've both been through, we needed to get away." Regina: "But even so..." Emma: "Look, we're on maternity leave. We're supposed to have this time to ourselves. Let the others sort out whatever crisis comes up next. Zelena knows how to deal with the 'dream echoes' should any more of them show up, and Snow and Lily can handle everything else." Regina: (Considers:) "It's not like Henry's been around much lately to notice if we're home or not." Emma: "Exactly. So, (Linking her arm with Regina's as they walk:) you and I are gonna spend a nice, long weekend in New York, seeing the city as it's meant to be seen." Regina: (Smiles:) "And you're gonna be my guide and show me the sights?" Emma: "Well, actually, for the year Henry and I lived here, I didn't really get to see much. Between work and taking Henry to school and grocery shopping, the year sorta flew by." Regina: "Mm, so we'll be seeing what New York has to offer for the first time, together?" Emma: "Yep, and with you on my arm, we'll be able to do it in style, too." Regina: (Chuckles:) "Okay well, I wouldn't even know where to begin. Why don't you choose our first stop?" Emma: "All right. Assuming we don't want to spend the weekend sleeping in the bug, we'll need a place to stay. There are some really nice hotels overlooking the park, but they're crazy pricey." Regina: "Oh, don't you worry your pretty head about that. Nothing's too good for my wife." Emma: (Laughing:) "I knew marrying the mayor would pay off."

Henry's Dreamscape. Kingdom of Valencia. (Sid waits patiently as Madelena and Gareth enter the throne room.) Queen Madelena: “So, Brett, what's on the schedule for today?” Sid: “Uh, my name is Sid, Your... Highness. (As the King and Queen take their seats:) You have a 9am review of the troops followed by a noon burning of poets, then leeches and bleeding at 5pm.” Queen Madelena: “Ugh, 5pm leeches and bleeding? Why do we always schedule it so late?” Gareth: “Well, why don't we just skip it? I mean, I know it's within the 24-hour cancellation period, but who cares?” Queen Madelena: “Wicked. Perhaps you are the guy ruthless enough to help me invade all the remaining kingdoms. (Something catches her eye:) I'm sorry. What... (Stands, then walks over to take a closer look at the painting above the fireplace:) What is that above the fireplace?” Gareth: “Oh, that is ‘Dogs Jousting.’ I thought now I'm the official king, I'd put some of me own personal touches around the throne room.” Queen Madelena: “It's nice.” Gareth: “Yeah, it's great, isn't it?” Queen Madelena: (Walking away:) “Hmm. (Discreetly to Sid:) Throw it in the moat, Brett.” A Short Time Later. (Gareth and Sid return to the castle, Sid wheeling in a cart full of more ‘personal touches’ from the new King.) Gareth: “I think the picture of me mum's gonna look great in the throne room, don't you?” Sid: (Breathlessly:) “Yeah.” (Something catches Gareth’s eye. It is ‘Dogs Jousting’ now residing in the moat.) Gareth: “Who threw my painting in the toilet?” Throne Room. (Gareth walks with purpose into the throne room.) Queen Madalena: “What's all this?” Gareth: “Move your feet, love.” (Gareth yanks the rug out from under Madelena’s feet, literally.) Queen Madelena: “That's irreplaceable! (Running after Gareth:) I killed the family of weavers who made it!” Gareth: (Walking to a window:) “Let's see what it looks like in the moat.” Queen Madelena: “Don't!” Gareth: (Water splashes:) “Ah. A little wet, but I like it.” Queen Madelena: “How dare you.” Gareth: “You made me king. So I can have my stuff in the throne room, and you can't toss it.” Queen Madelena: (Picking up a reindeer skull from Gareth’s cart:) “Oh, really?” (Tosses it out of the window.) Gareth: “Fine. It's on.” (Peasants from outside the castle watch as several more items are tossed into the moat from above.) Queen Madelena: “My vase!” Gareth: “That's how you want to play?” Queen Madelena: “Wait! That's expensive!” Gareth: “Not the helmet!” Queen Madelena: “That's my favorite.” Gareth: “Stop it!” Queen Madelena: (While pulling on Sid’s arm:) “Stop resisting. This isn't about you.” Sid: “Gareth!” Gareth: “You're not throwing out my assistant.” (Briefly, there is a tug of war over Sid.) Sid: “Hold on! Killing me won't solve anything. You are just two people with very strong opinions. If this is gonna work, you need to find some common ground. Just try. Please?” Gareth: “Fine.” Queen Madelena: “Fine.” Sid: (As they let him go:) “Ohh!” Gareth: ♪ I like living plainly ♪ ♪ Chains and leather, mainly ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ I prefer a lavish suite ♪ Sid: “Go on.” Throne Room. Queen Madelena: ♪ I like eating lightly ♪ ♪ Vegan dinners nightly ♪ Gareth: ♪ I like meat with extra meat ♪ Sid: “You're not even trying.” Queen Madelena: ♪ I'm deluxe to my silken undies ♪ Gareth: ♪ It's commando for me ♪ Sid: “Ew.” Queen Madelena: ♪ My way's clearly better ♪ Gareth: ♪ Boringer and deader ♪ Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Let's agree to disagree ♪ Sid: “Right. Not exactly what I had in mind, but not a bad start.” Courtyard. Queen Madelena: ♪ I like drinking Vino, preferably Pinot ♪ Gareth: ♪ I prefer a keg of beer ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ I like getting randy with whoever's handy ♪ Gareth: ♪ I prefer a keg of beer ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ Love massages, long walks, and sunsets ♪ Gareth: ♪ Beer, beer-beer, beer-beer, beer ♪ Sid: “Guys. The rhyme scheme.” Climbing The Gallows. Queen Madelena: ♪ Frankly, you disgust me ♪ Gareth: ♪ You're no picnic, trust me ♪ Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Let's agree to disagree ♪ Sid: “Maybe you're not getting the concept.” Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Just one of us can lead ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ And that means me ♪ Gareth: “Hell, no.” Queen Madelena: “You want a piece of this?” Gareth: “All right, then.” Together: “Fine. Let's go!” (Madelena stamps on his foot then shoves Gareth out of her way.) Queen Madelena: ♪ We will never get on together ♪ Gareth: (Following her down the steps:) ♪ Ditto, obviously ♪ Sid: “Right there. Did you hear that? I think we finally...” Gareth: (Re-entering the castle:) ♪ God, is he annoying ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ Positively cloying ♪ Sid: “Guys?” Queen Madelena: ♪ Why is he still talking? ♪ Gareth: “Can it with the squawking!” Sid: “But...” Gareth: ♪ You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'? ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ We're definitely syncing ♪ Sid: “You know what? I think it's time to seek outside help.”

(Picking Sid up between them, they walk him over to the window.) Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Let's agree to ♪ Sid: “No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.” Gareth & Madelena: ♪ Disagree-e-e-e-e-e-e ♪ Sid: “No, no, no! Please! Please stop! No, no! No! Not the window! Not the window! Please no! Not the window! Aah!” (Water splashes as Sid is dumped outside.) Queen Madelena: “Wow. That was so much fun.” Gareth: “Want to go and get some more? Throw them out, as well?” Queen Madelena: “Hells yeah.” The Land Without Magic. New York. (Standing at another window, this time overlooking Central Park, Emma waits while Regina tips the bellhop. Closing the door behind him, Regina walks over to join her wife.) Emma: "Pretty great, huh?" Regina: (Smiling:) "Breathtaking." Emma: "Yeah, I don't think you'll find a better view anywhere." Regina: "I'm certain of it." (Cupping Emma's face, Regina kisses her tenderly.) Emma: (Grins:) "I was talking about the view outside." Regina: "I wasn't. (Removing her coat:) Don't get me wrong, the view is nice, but I only have eyes for you." Emma: (Chuckles:) "Wow. Very smooth." Regina: "Oh, I'll be the judge of that." Emma: (Laughs:) "What has got into you? (Preemptively placing a finger on Regina's lips:) Don't answer that." (They kiss once again.) Regina: "Mm. Thank you for bringing me here. I think this is exactly what we need." Emma: "I hope so." (Placing her bag on the counter, Regina inadvertently pushes a button on a remote control. They stand together watching as the curtains surrounding the room open, slowly revealing a panoramic view of the city. The afternoon sunlight hitting the bed perfectly, making it appear to glow.) Emma: (Smiling:) "Well I'm game if you are." Regina: "I thought you’d never ask." A Few Moments Later... (Reclining carefully onto the bed, Emma moans while kissing her gloriously pregnant wife, delighting in the soft weight pressing against her own flat stomach. With hands running through each others hair, they continue their kiss. Regina allows herself to be gently rolled onto her back as their naked bodies are bathed in the glow of the setting sun.)

Henry's Dreamscape. Enchanted Forest. (Richard sits with his new boots waiting for Henry to return, when he feels a nuzzling at his shoulder.) Richard: "Aw, that's nice. (Turns to see the Unicorn beside him, stands:) Oh, that is it. I've had it with you! I've had it with being embarrassed and with betrayal and with heartache! I am a king, for God's sake. I am a king! (Richard pulls a sword from a nearby tree stump and the Unicorn neighs:) Now, back off, or I swear I will make you into a none-icorn.” (The Unicorn walks away and Richard throws down the sword, despondent. Turning, he walks into somebody.) Ella: “Oh, excuse me. (Realising:) King Richard.” Richard: “Princess Ella. What are you doing here?” Ella: “Searching for Henry. I have been since Gareth set me and my people free.” Richard: “Gareth. Don’t mention that traitor’s name. He took my title, my queen, everything.” (Against her better judgement, Ella takes pity on Richard, sitting next to him.) Ella: “Look, Richard, I'm sorry about Gareth.” Richard: “What do you care?” Ella: “I do know a thing or two about betrayal, and it sucks.” Richard: (Sighs:) “I just don't know what I'm gonna do without Gareth.” Ella: “I think you'll just figure it out. Now, where’s Henry?” Richard: “Oh, he left on some great adventure with the pirate and told me to wait here for him.” Ella: “Adventure? You mean he was going to rescue me?” Richard: “Nooo. I mean, he was, but then the pirate spoke of actual treasure and that turned Henry’s head enough to forget about you entirely.” Ella: “Is that right?” Richard: “Mm. At least that’s the impression I got.” Ella: (Dejected:) “I see.” Richard: “Hey, I know! (Picks up the sword and stands:) Rather than wait around here for Henners, why don’t you come back with me to my kingdom, where I can rally my people and then we can kick Madelena and Gareth out of your Kingdom eh?” Ella: “Gareth really hurt you, didn’t he? (Curiously:) Where'd you get the sword?” Richard: “Oh. Uh, someone left it in the stump. Finders keepers, right? So what do you say, join me?” Ella: (Sighs:) “Yeah, I suppose so. (They walk together casually:) Gonna name it? The sword I mean.” Richard: “Oh, that's a good idea. What about ‘Dawn Breaker?’ That sounds pretty cool. Or, um, ‘Mr. Stabby’. Now, that's more descriptive than dawn breaker. I don't know. It's really a tough call.” Ella: “It's really not.” (As they walk away, we can see the inscription written on the tree stump: ‘The Hero Sword: To Be Drawn By The One True King.’)

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