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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 4 years

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The one I remembered

Summary:

you were the only ex Chris remembers. And he misses you. He always thinks about you, hoping you were doing the same. What happens when he sees you again?

Warning: fluff, angst

Title: the one I remembered

Word count: 2.9k

Pairing: Chris Evans x childhood ex

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You loved Chris deeply when you were dating when you were 16 and 17. And you still love him to this day. You and Chris were young and didn't understand the relationship at all. You both worked it out the best you could, but when Chris was ready to start his career, he broke up with you.

There were no hard feelings between the two of you. You both stayed in touch for a few months after, but soon lost connection after you left Boston for work yourself.

Now 20 years later, you were an interior realtor and back in Boston. There were times when you thought about Chris when you saw him in movies or on your TV. You try your best to get him off your mind, you really did.

-♥-

It was around 8am when you woke up to your dog, Monty jumping on you. Groaning, you opened your eyes slightly to see your blue staffy.

"Oh Monty." You groaned out again. He began to jump up and down on the bed again making sure you were up.

"Okay Monty I'm aware you want to go on a walk buddy, just hold on. We're going to go." You breathed out as you laid back against your pillow. Monty probably understood you as he whimpered out before laying beside you, letting you get your day started.

Unknowingly Chris a few blocks away was standing in his kitchen, drinking his morning coffee. Dodger was right beside him wagging his tail, as he pawed at Chris's leg because he wanted something.

Chris looked down at the big brown eyed dog, laughing.

"What is bubba?"

Dodger ran towards the front door and Chris followed. Beside the door was his leash. Dodger turned around, looking up at him. Chris knew actually what he wanted. "Oh you want to go to the park?"

Dodger tail began to wag at his favorite word park. Chris laughed, taking the leash of the hook. "Okay, let's go for a walk."

-♥-

You got up out of bed and changed out of your jammies. Less than 10 minutes later, you were out of the door with Monty on his leash, ready for your morning walk.

You were thinking you were going to stop at the park and maybe let Monty play at the dog park, but for now you weren't sure.

Began to walk, you looked around the neighborhood seeing your elderly neighbors working on their garden. They saw you and waved like they always did. You smiled and waved back at them before continuing your adventure.

Chris was halfway down the street with Dodger. Dodge was smelling all the flowers and was tugging on the leash so he could try to get the squirrels. Chris laughed, keeping the puppy in front of himself.

"Come on dodger," he shouted. "Work with me bubba."

At the same time you were walking down the same street, on the same sidewalk with Monty. As soon as the staffy saw the dodger, he charged excitedly to meet the dog.

The tug caught you off guard making you yelp as you accidentally let go of his leash. "Monty!" You started to chase after him. Your yelling caught Chris's attention. He saw Monty running towards him and Dodger and you jogging behind him.

He quickly grabbed Monty's leash before he could get any further, even though he was really only wanting to see Dodger.

You quickly ran up to Chris, panting. "Thank you. He's a pain in the butt." You laughed through your breathing trying to make light of the moment.

Chris was about to say something but he was cut off when he noticed you. He's heart skipped a beat.

"Y/n!?"

You looked up at the familiar boston accent. Your mouth feels opened as you spit his name out. "Oh my gosh, Chris?"

Chris smiled at you, nodding. "Yeah, it's me." You smiled back at him. "H-how are you?" You asked, shocked that you were even seeing him. It felt like a dream.

"I'm good."

The both of you stood in silence before Chris spoke. "I… can I hug you?" He asked, looking at you with an adorable little smile. You nodded, "I'll love that."

Chris walked around the two dogs to pull you into a deep hug. The scent of fresh pine filling your nose reminds you of the past. Chris nose pressed into your neck, he was still smiling. He just couldn't believe it was you.

Eventually you had to pull away from him. Chris looked at you with a smirk. "Ah it's been a while since I saw you. 20 years." You sucked in your breath. "Yes, 20 years." You chuckled softly, looking down at the ground. You weren't sure what to do or say at this moment.

Chris took in the sight of you. You looked the same as you did when you were younger. Your eyes still sparkled the same way when you smiled. Your beautiful features were the same, and your laugh still made his legs feel like Jell-O.

"So um you live around here?" Chris said, speaking up. You looked up at him. "Uh yeah." You nodded. "I live down the street. Just a few houses down." You pointed behind you as you looked at Chris.

Chris nodded, "yeah well I live a few houses the other way. Pretty crazy how we live near each other as we did when we were younger." Your eyes widen at the memories.

"Hey I was wondering if you wanted to go out to lunch or something?" Chris asked. You knew he was nervous at how his lip rolled in between his teeth. That hasn't changed since you both were younger.

"How dinner? I have to go to work and I really have a lot. So if you're fine with 8: 30 then we can do 8:30 but you don't have to, but you know…" You trailed off as you noticed you were about to ramble. Chris smiled at you making your face heat up.

"I'll love too. We can meet at the diner down the street, what do you say?" You nodded quickly, almost too quick, making you shyly tear your eyes from Chris.

"Sounds nice." You and Chris said goodbye and began to get your pups so you can take them home and see each other later. You swore you heard Chris mutter you were so beautiful, but your mind could have been playing tricks on you.

-♥-

After a long shift, you were finally home. Chris was on your mind the whole time. You thought you wouldn't get through the day like that, but you somehow did.

Entering your house, you were greeted by a happy Monty. You smiled and kneeled down, giving the pup a scratch and a kiss. "Hi Monty. Mommy has to go get ready okay." Monty giving you a few more licks before you stood up, racing up stairs.

After about 10 minutes in the shower, you got out and wrapped your towel around your wet body. You walked out of the bathroom into your bedroom. Going straight to the closet, you searched for an outfit that wasn't too much, but something that looked good.

After about 5 minutes you decided on a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt. You slipped that on and then went to do your hair and some light makeup.

Once you got yourself ready you went downstairs. Monty who was sitting on the couch, jumped down and began to walk over to you. You kneeled down to your baby, chuckling as you scratched his cute wittle face.

"Well buddy I guess Mama is going out on a date, I don't know if it's a date but I'm going out on a date with Chris. you know, the guy I used to date, but we broke up because he had work. Isn't that exciting?"

Monty looked at you confused as can be. He didn't understand you but you know he was happy for you.

"Ok well I should get going now. I'll see you a little later Monty." You waved goodbye to him as you opened the front door. "Wish me luck bud." With that you walked out of the house.

Chris was just walking out of the house as he got ready. He decided to wear some trousers and a button up shirt. It was his normal style, but he didn't care.

He took the sun glasses in his hand and put them on his face. He smiled as he walked to his car and got in. Shutting the door, he turned and put the key in the ignition. The engine roared as the car started. Chris exhaled before backing out of his driveway, on his way to the diner.

-♥-

You've been sitting in a booth in the back of the diner for about 5 minutes. Every time you heard the door open, you would look up hoping to see Chris, but it wasn't him.

After about 15 minutes of doing that, you saw Chris. You smiled when his eyes met yours. Chris walked over to you. "Hi."

He sat across from you with a sigh. "So how was work?" He looked over at you as he asked you that question. "Well I'm,it was pretty okay I guess. I'm very happy it's over now." You said.

Chris chuckled, "yeah."

You and Chris eventually ordered and kept making conversation. You both talked about your careers and how your lives have been since you were younger.

Chris found out you've only had 3 partners since him. you've been in Boston for a while now and Chris was just now figuring it out. He told you a lot of things you already knew, but you listened anyway.

By around 9:45 you both were done and the check finally came. You were quick to pay, but Chris snatched it off the table before you could put your money on it.

"You know I'm not letting you pay." You shook your head and laughed. He still hasn't changed since you were younger.

After Chris paid you, both walked out of the diner. You underestimated the temperature and when you walked out the brisk air hit you. Chris saw you shivering and he instantly pulled off his Jacket. He draped it over your shoulders, so you wouldn't get any colder. Turning to him, you smiled. "Thanks Evans."

Chris smiled as his hand rested on your back as you walked to your car. No problem." You finally reached your car. You opened your door and got in. When you got all the way in, Chris shutted the door before leaning down to the window.

Hey um where do you live? Maybe dodger and Monty can have a play date sometime."

"Oh um I live (random address). You can come over whenever you like. I'm free tomorrow." You said. Chris nodded. "Okay, I'll see you later then. It was nice spending time with you y/n." You smiled at him. "It was nice spending time with you too Chris. Bye."

With that, you pulled out of the parking lot. Chris watched as your car vanished from his vision. He smiled as he tucked his hand in his pants pocket. He wanted to tell you he still loves you, but should he tell you so soon.

Chris walked to his car and got in. His mind and heart was telling him to do the unthinkable and he was really thinking he should do it, but he kept telling himself don't. Chris pulled out of the diner lot and began to make his way down the road to his house.

He shook his head as he passed your house. His heart was controlling him as he pulled into the front of your house. He turned off his car and got out, walking up the steps to the front door. His knuckles pressed against the door as he knocked.

Inside, you were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in your hand, a sweater and panties on, and clean makeup Free face. You heard a knock on the door and you frowned as you sat your wine down, getting up. Walking to the door, you opened it slightly, looking out at who was on the other side. When you saw it was Chris, you smiled and relaxed.

"Oh hi Chris is there something wrong?"

Chris looked at you. "Um there's two things." You opened the door wider as you nodded, Chris walked in, turning to you. "One thing is you have my coat." You gasped, turning to the coat rack behind you. "Uh here you are." You handed it to him and smiled. " So number two?"

Chris walked closer to you. He hesitated, as he placed his hand under your chin. You looked up at him, Chris didn't know it, but butterflies were taking over your stomach. "And number two is this." Chris leaned down and placed his lips on yours.

You moaned softly as his lips touched yours. Chris began to cup your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. Your arms snaked around his waist, pulling at his shirt. Chris pulled away from your lips as you began to unbutton his shirt. "I've been wanting to kiss you ever since I left 20 years ago. He kissed you again, his tongue teasing you slightly before he pulled away. You pushed his shirt off his shoulder. Chris then pulled your sweater off. You didn't have a bra on and Chris looked down at your body with pure lush. "So fucking beautiful." He said. He kissed you again, but this kiss wasn't like the first one. It was more intense than the first, his tongue was in your mouth, he could taste the wine on your tongue.

You laughed as Chris began to stumble across your foyer. "Where is your bedroom?" He mumbled against your lips. You took his hand, "this was."

Chris followed you until you reached your bedroom. You shutted the door before you pushed Chris against the bed. He chuckled as you straddled him.

"I should be o-"

You cut him off with a kiss. Your wet panties grinded against Chris's rough trousers. Chris gripped your hips, his left hand coming down on your ass check. You yelped, pulling away from Chris's lips.

"I just want to ride you Chris." You mumbled. Chris smiled. "Ride me sweetheart." He said in the deepest voice ever. You shivered at it and pulled back. Your hands slid down his chest until they reached his pants. You unzipped them and pushed them down.

You can see Chris bulge through his boxers and you beamed. You pulled them down and his cock slapped against his lower stomach. You took him in your small hands and began to stroke him. Chris moaned softly, looking at you. "Feel so good sweetheart."

You hummed, "yeah. Let's see how good you feel inside of me." You pulled your panties to the side before pushing Chris's tip into you.

Inch by inch you felt him stretch your walls. You and Chris moaned softly, as you slowly rocked your hips. He moved so well in your wet pussy, it was almost like he was made just for you.

"Oh Chris you feel so good." Your eyes were shut as you began to speed up. Chris gripped your hips hard as you took him. He was in literal heaven, loving the way you squeezed him.

He moaned. "Fuck sweetheart, if you keep squeezing me like that I'm going to cum." You looked down at him under you. "Well your so fucking big, I can't help it."

Chris laughed dryly. "Far enough."

He let go of your hips and placed his hands on your clit. He started drawing lazy circles on it and it made you whine out as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

"Fuck."

Without a second to spare, you came. Not even a few seconds later, Chris was cuming in you. You fell against his chest as you moaned uncontrollably. Chris wrapped his arms around you as you both rode out your high.

When both of your breathing slowed down, you sat up and looked at Chris. "Wow." You said. Chris laughed. "Pretty nice huh?" You laughed, taking his cock out of you. "Pretty amazing."

You laid yourself beside him with a sigh. "I can't believe we're here. I never thought I would see you again after you left."

Chris turned to you, "yeah me too. I regret breaking up with you, but hey this is the future and we're here together that's all that matters."

He kissed you on the check softly making you smile.

"Ok, I should get home to dodger. He probably misses me." Chris got up and picked his boxers off the floor. You sat up, pressing your back against the headboard. "Yeah. I'll miss you too but I can manage." Chris shook his head at you. "You're adorable."

He zipped up his pants and looked at you. "I guess my shirt is your foyer, I'll get it when I leave." Chris walked over to you. "I'll see you later, I promise." You nodded before Chris kissed you.

After making out for a few seconds he pulled away. He walked to the door and opened it up.

"Oh Monty."

You saw Monty standing on the other side, he probably thought you were going to bed.

"Do you think he heard us?" Chris asked you. Your eyes widened at the thought of your son hearing you and Chris. "Oh gosh I hope not."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

This took forever. I'm sorry. It's not the best and it's not proofread. Lots of mistakes.

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carltonlassie · 4 years

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For the smut prompt list if you're up for it- 52 with lawrusso

52: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

(Read on AO3)

Daniel is pacing around, blocking Johnny’s view of the TV. He’s yapping about something he supposedly did.

Johnny tries to shift around on the couch, but Daniel changes his trajectory and stands directly in front of him. He guesses he doesn’t get to find out what happens on this rerun of The Terminator.

Jersey accent peeking through, fists balled up by his sides, a death glare in his eyes.

He pauses to breathe in, trying his best to keep his calm, find his balance, whatever the hell he does in his Miyagi-Do fashion, but it’s clearly not working.

He’s furious. The same old hothead, just older.

Johnny can get angry too, but it doesn’t compare to Daniel’s wrath. Johnny would forget about whatever was bothering him after driving around and punching some stuff, but Daniel’s anger doesn’t get resolved that easily.

No. He holds onto it, lets it stew while he comes up with the perfect maniacal plan to get even. He really is a deranged lunatic. Johnny doesn’t know how all of that crazy fits in his tiny body, under his ill-fitting car salesman outfit.

Daniel could really put him in his place, especially when he’s mad like that.

“Are you even listening to me?” Daniel scolds, gesticulating at him angrily.

It’s so fucking rude. Daniel LaRusso waving his tiny arms about, demanding his attention, just so he can be right about whatever they’re arguing about. (What exactly, Johnny forgets; he wasn’t even listening to begin with.)

But Johnny kicks back into the couch, because he loves this view.

“Great, you weren’t even listening—”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad” is what Johnny decides to say, barely listening to what he’s been saying.

“What?” Daniel snaps. “Don’t you try to change the subject.”

“I don’t even know why you’re so angry,” he says, because it’s true; he has no clue why Daniel is so mad.

“Why? Johnny, you’re asking me why?” Daniel spins around, throwing his arms in the air. Always a flair for the dramatic, probably thinking ‘get a load of this guy’ or something like that.

Johnny would. If Daniel wants a load of this guy, he’s ready to give him that.

Maybe it will distract Daniel enough that he forgets about all this.

“Come on, Daniel,” Johnny says, pushing himself up from the couch.

Daniel crosses his arms and stares at him, slowly inching backwards as Johnny makes his approach. “No. No, you’re not going to—”

He takes his shirt off for good measure.

“—Jesus Christ, Johnny. I’m not gonna let you off this easy.”

Daniel’s resolve crumbles when Johnny nuzzles his neck, pulling him in close by his waist. He puts his arms down from in front of his chest and hugs Johnny’s waist back.

“I said you’re so fucking hot,” Johnny murmurs, placing small kisses on his neck. “When you’re mad, you get so fucking hot, okay?”

Daniel suppresses his moan. “I told you, you’re not gonna—“ That time he doesn’t.

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” Johnny says, putting their foreheads together, his lips hovering over Daniel’s. He figures that’ll do the trick.

With a gulp, Daniel makes his decision. “Then make it good.”

Johnny can only smirk at him trying to sound as stern as possible. It’s almost cute that he thinks he can intimidate him with that look.

“I’m not joking,” Daniel says, frowning in response. He presses on Johnny’s shoulders, guiding him down on his knees.

Good thing he’s not joking either. Johnny makes short work of the belt, and his pants sag down on the waist, revealing the band of his underwear. He should buy pants that fit him properly instead of relying on a belt to keep it in place, but it does make it easier to get them off of him.

With the button popped and the zipper open, it’s almost too easy to pull his pants down to his knees. The outline of his cock is evident on the front of his black boxer-briefs.

“I bet your underwear is more expensive than my weeks worth of groceries,” Johnny teases. Calvin Klein, it says on the band. Looks expensive. Feels too.

“Yeah, well, your groceries consist of bologna and a pack of beer, how expensive—“ he groans. “Stop trying to cut me off like that every time.”

Johnny looks up with Daniel’s cock in his mouth and shrugs. What does he want him to say, sorry for sucking your cock while you were mid-sentence?

“You’re such an asshole,” he grumbles, but puts his hands around Johnny’s head, lightly stroking his hair with his thumbs. “At least you’re pretty like that, with my cock in your mouth.”

Daniel loves hearing his voice. Sometimes it gets too much, but like his solution to Daniel’s yapping, he simply lets it happen, but doesn’t listen to it in detail. He doesn’t have to process any of what he’s saying, because they turn out to be about inconsequential stuff anyways.

It’s a nice background noise. Besides, cutting him off and getting him pissed off just makes it more fun. Listening to him get increasingly incoherent is pretty fun too.

Daniel’s head falls back. “Mngh—“ is his first cue. He is enjoying it, and he’s going to move onto thrusting his hips in a moment.

Like clockwork, he does. He threads his fingers into his hair as he starts fucking his mouth slowly. “Yeah, you like that, Johnny? Is that what you deserve?”

That’s the second cue. He’s going to run his potty fucking mouth as he fucks his face. “You want my cock so bad that you get down on your knees whenever you get the chance, huh? I see that look on your face, Johnny. You just love sucking my cock.”

Johnny does, so he can’t really argue with that.

“I should have just fucked you back in high school, Johnny. I bet you had a massive crush on me, huh? I bet you would have looked pretty kneeling down in the locker room, looking over your shoulders and worrying about people walking in on you,” Daniel rambles on, brushing Johnny’s hair back. “Johnny Lawrence sucks Daniel LaRusso’s cock, that would have been the word.”

Clearly he’s going through something. Johnny glares up to Daniel and picks up his pace, tongue swirling on the upstroke, opening up his throat and taking him back in to the base on the downstroke.

When Daniel starts seeking the divine, he knows he doesn’t have far till he becomes a shivering mess. “Oh god, your mouth is so fucking hot, keep on doing that, Christ.” His divine expletives continue on, peppered with the occasional swear words. “Jesus fuck—“

And the last one is kinda pathetic to hear but it’s still his favorite part. Daniel practically sobs as he’s nearing his climax. Along the sobs and moans, he repeats Johnny’s name like a mantra. “Johnny—oh fuck—Johnny, I’m so—god, Johnny, just like that, Johnny—“

Daniel thrusts his hips one last time and he’s coming, calling out his name ever so loudly like it’s all that matters. Johnny does feel like Daniel’s god.

Daniel shivers as Johnny withdraws.

“Nice,” Johnny chuckles, getting up and leaving him standing with his cock out.

“Don’t you think I forgot about it, Johnny. I’m still mad at you.”

“No you’re not,” Johnny says, throwing himself back on the couch. “I don’t remember why, you don’t remember why. We’re all good.”

Daniel puts himself together but he continues to stare, standing in front of him.

“What, you’re gonna have to tell me what I did wrong. I don’t remember it,” Johnny says.

“Yeah, sure. Just like how you didn’t remember it before the blowjob,” he grumbles, but he’s smiling.

Mission accomplished.

#lawrusso #obvious this a smut prompt #ff #prompts #I’ll post this on ao3 later too

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter twenty four: sextape

Ruben's new house overlooked the Bay waters, about a block away from the harbor and within range of Alex's parents' neighborhood. If nothing, Sam could walk in between both of their houses. Her father kept his promise and made up a bed for her in that spare room; the dream catcher was back at her mother's house but she knew that she could sleep well knowing that Alex and his parents weren't too far from there. She lay down on the bed that first time around with her feet up against the wall opposite her and she envisioned Alex right next to her.

It felt so strange given she had reached the middle of her twenties and yet she found herself back home with her parents once more. New York felt like a whole other strange world once again, even with her couch still back there.

“I want my couch,” she muttered under her breath at one point. “I miss my couch.”

Then again, she felt like a teenager again, as if she was given another chance at it. There was a boy who lived down the street from her whom she had traded saliva with before and she was trading in between living with her mother and her father, and yet she still had a place to go with her old friends back home in New York. The sole difference was she had reached twenty four rather than fourteen.

She stayed with Ruben for about a week and then she made the trip down to Catalina on the bus and stayed with Esmé for about another few days before she made yet another trip up to the Bay Area. She knew that she would have to settle on some place at some point given the sheer extent of traveling and her feeling as though that things could be better once again: the bus rides through the Central Valley were rather tedious as well and she wondered how in the world Alex made that seven hour car ride so entertaining for himself the day he picked her up from the side of the road.

At some point, right before her next stay on Catalina and there was a longer stop than usual before the end of the line in San Pedro, she spotted a little art shop near the Santa Monica pier and she stepped off of there before the usual one. She knew she would miss the ride back and thus she ran along the sidewalk to that shop up the block. She held onto the top of that fedora Alex had given her with one hand and the courier bag he and his parents had made for her with the other hand. She was about to walk right into an art shop with the Skolnick name right at her back.

Her old journal had been falling apart at the seams for a time at that point, more so than when she and Alex were up at Glenbrook together. She only had one sheet of paper left anyway: she also took his advice and broke down on some page protectors.

A brand new journal, a new set of pencils, and a new chapter of life all for a small price.

She had to run back to the bus stop but she missed it regardless of anything, however. She knew in her heart that her leaving the bus was more than worth it. She stood there under the protective awning with her new tools tucked away in her courier bag and the fedora high upon the crown of her head, and her sunglasses rested upon the bridge of her nose.

Within time, the next bus came and she finished the trip down to San Pedro and she caught the next boat over to Catalina Island.

She had reached there about half an hour later than she had intended with her mother, but she explained it with a mere showing of her courier bag to Esmé.

Sam stayed there at the house for a full night and then the next day, for most of the morning, she had the house to herself. There was only thing she could do, since Alex hadn't given her his number. She dialed that old familiar number once more and she brought the cordless up to her ear.

“Hello?”

That familiar upstate accent.

“Joey?”

“Oh, hi,” he greeted her with a crackling on his end. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Were you now?”

“I was thinking about—how beautiful you are.”

“You're funny, Joey,” she told him as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

“But it's true, though,” he said with a clearing of his throat. “I was thinking about how beautiful you really are. Where are you right now?”

“Catalina. My mom's over in Avalon right now, so I have the whole house to myself at the moment.”

“God, I miss that island. It was so cool there.”

“It really is! I love it here. But you know—I love New York, too.”

“I wish you were here, too...” His voice trailed off.

“Are you drunk?” she asked him.

“No? Why would I be?”

“Because you were that one night when Chuck, Alex, Marla, and I were at your place.”

“I wasn't, though,” he pointed out. “I was more starving than I was drunk off my ass.”

“You smelled like booze, too.”

“Sure, I may have had a drink or two over the course of that day. But I wasn't drunk, though. I was lucid—I'm sure you remember me.”

“Yes, I do. How could I forget, really.”

“Sam, I wasn't drunk. I promise you that I was not drunk.”

“What was in that needle, by the way?”

“The needle I used to inject myself with?”

“Yeah, what was in there?”

There was a prolonged pause, such that Sam moved her head forward and her eyes darted about the floor in front of her.

“Joey? Are you there?”

“Yeah.”

“What was in the syringe, Joey?”

“Black—tar—heroin.”

She raised her eyebrows at that.

“Heroin,” she echoed in a soft voice.

“Black tar. It's extra raw so you get a heftier high from it—I guess it makes you sick, too. I didn't tell you—when we were in Europe—you know, when you, Marla, Belinda, and Aurora were with us—Frankie and I did a little bump of cocaine. I gave it up because it made my nose itch like crazy—he might still be doing it as far as I know, but I did it because it was there. But I tried out black tar because it's hefty in its numbing abilities.”

“Why would you want to numb yourself, though?” she asked him, concerned.

“Because I was in a lot of pain then, Sam. You weren't around to comfort me. I had to comfort myself somehow.”

“Charlie told me that they just wanted you to have a break, though, Joey,” she pointed out. “They just wanted a break, too.”

“Is that all?”

“Yeah. Which means—someone's not telling me the whole truth. I don't know if there was a lack of communication or you had something in mind.”

“I guess I just misheard him,” Joey confessed with a sigh.

“I think you did. That's—why I asked you if you were drunk.”

“I think I was just—in the moment then when he called me at the time.”

“In the moment of what?”

Another pause, albeit one that was even longer as a result of that.

“Joey?” she called out to him. “Joey, are you there?”

He cleared his throat, but he didn't say anything further. Just a soft buzzing noise on his end.

“Joey?”

“Picture me there next to you,” he started in a husky voice, “I've got my pants unbuttoned. I'm coaxing you to come on closer to me.”

She froze right in place. “I'm picturing,” she told him in a low voice.

“Come on closer to me,” he begged her, “come on closer and put your hands down the front of my jeans and touch me there. Touch me there, and I'll return the favor to you.”

“Where?” she asked him.

“Keep your voice down.”

“Where?” she asked him again, that time in a near whisper; Esmé was still out of the house and she was in her room, but she had to do it for him.

“Right below the equator. Right inside that lovely bit of sugar you got there. Just give ya a li'l fingerin'.”

“And what if I don't touch you?”

“You use your mouth on me. Use your mouth and then get on top of me.”

“I ride on top?”

“Yes. Right—on top.”

She thought about the tape that she and Chuck had recorded to send out to Bill. She wondered if he had it with him at that point and the whole entire thought of it made her heart hammer inside of her chest from that point onward.

“Should I top it off with a kiss to you after that?” she asked him as she ran her tongue along her top row of teeth.

“Please,” he insisted, still in a low husky voice. “And then I want you to climb the other way around with me.”

“So you can—”

“Put my tongue inside of you, yeah.”

“Oh, my, Joey—what if I wanted to squeeze your ass, like a couple of ripe oranges?”

“What if you wanted to squeeze my ass?”

“How would you like that?”

“I'd like that very much. I'd probably squeeze yours, too—”

There was a click on his end; she also heard the front door close right behind her.

“Hang on, I'm getting another call,” he told her.

“My mom's home, too.”

“Oh, shit! Yeah, you don't wanna get caught talking like this in front of her. I'll talk to you later, though.”

“Joey?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too. I'm glad my own sour stomach was weak enough to keep me from injecting that horrible, horrible shit, otherwise I never would've heard your voice again.”

She smiled at that, and then the two of them hung up at the same time.

His words stayed with her the whole week she was on Catalina, and even more so when she took the bus ride back up the Valley to the Bay Area. The first thing she did was visit the studio to see how Testament was doing, especially with her father being a part of their team now.

Sam pushed open the front door, which hung slightly ajar, so she could hear Alex plucking his guitar and Chuck laughing at something. Even from outside, she was growing familiar with his guitar tone and the elaborate, melodic way in which he played. She rounded the corner to find him there at the sound board, with that red guitar rested upon his lap and with his hair brushed to where it was rather frizzy and fuzzy and stood every which way.

“Hey, you,” she greeted him.

“Hey!” he greeted back to her, complete with a lopsided little smile. Her gaze wandered over to the sound board, where she spotted a series of tapes there, all which had the words “signed and sealed” inscribed on one side.

“Are you guys done?” she asked him, stunned.

“Yeah, it's all been recorded,” he told her, “well, Greg and Louie's parts are, anyway. Eric and I have to put down the guitar work, and then Chuck has to lay down vocals and then it all goes into mixing and mastering.”

“Don't you guys also have to play the songs together, too?” she asked him.

“Yeah, we do! We do that—in about a month or so, or whenever our residency is up anyways. It's like the last thing we do is perform the songs live in studio.”

She looked about the room around them: no one else in there with them, even with the door to the pool room wide open.

“I keep thinking about our encounter in the pool room,” she said to him in a low voice.

“You know, I don't really have a memory of it,” he confessed. “I mean, I sorta do? But it's rather vague, though. All I remember is feeling you up against my body and the next thing I knew, I woke up and I had that strange hickey on my neck. I never had one of those before, but when I took a better look at it, I thought 'is that what I think it is?' Sure enough it was. Again, my memory is real hazy but I do have somewhat of it, though.”

“And we made a pinky promise to one another that we wouldn't speak about it to anyone, either,” she added.

“I do remember that,” he told her with a raise of his eyebrows. “I remember that pretty clearly.”

“Because you puked it all up.”

“I puked it all up but I was still kind of fuzzy in the head, though. But I do remember that part, though. I remember feeling your finger on me, too.”

“I should tell you that you are quite the kisser,” she told him.

“I think you are, too,” he said with a little squint to his eyes. “I can still taste you. Even after all the water I drank up after the fact, I can still taste you on my tongue.”

“Do you remember what else I told you?” she asked him in a soft voice.

“Something about—me being perfect or something along those line?”

“How I want to protect you from things, especially other women.”

“Women are not things, though, Samantha,” he said in a singsong voice and with a wag of his finger. “You ought to know that. You're a woman yourself.”

“Of course,” she retoreted as she rolled her eyes. “But what I mean is I want to protect you, Alex. I think it might be from you being younger than me.”

“Could be. Or it could be the fact that you're out here in California again and your boyfriend is back in New York still.”

“You were a bit drunk, though,” she pointed out.

“I was drunk and feeling every inch of you all over me, like it's some kinda hallucinogen.”

“I kind of wanna tape your mouth shut now,” she admitted.

“Why?” he chuckled at that.

“Tape over your mouth and give you what for below the equator.”

He raised his eyebrows at that, but she realized that he was looking past her. Sam turned around and there was no one behind her.

“I thought I saw Eric back there,” he said as she turned back around and faced him straight on. “Anyways, you wanna tape me up and give me a little something down south?”

“Yes!”

“Lemme ask you this, Samantha—where did all this come from?”

“Hanging out with you and Chuck and Eric and Greg and Louie. That's what.”

“Nah, I'm sure you were feeling like this with Joey and all those guys back East.”

She eyed the veins in his lanky arms: they seemed much more slender, sinewy, and toned than before, as if he had worked out this whole entire time. She brought her gaze up to his face and those deep eyes that she had seen from a whole mile away from the coast line.

“I'll tell you this, though, Alex,” she told him, “—you are nice and soft. For a strong little guy, you sure have the softest body. Like cuddling with a little teddy bear. Or a little pillow.”

“Hey, I ain't little,” he scoffed with a toss of his black hair and a wag of his finger. “If you and I ever get together at some point again in the future—and things get extra passionate between us—I'll show you what I mean.”

She froze for a second, and then she realized what he was talking about. And then she showed him her tongue.

“You are a dirty little boy, aren't you,” she teased him.

“Again—I ain't little. And I might have to wash anyways—I'll be right back.”

He stood up and slung his guitar off of his shoulder, and then he walked on out of there, and into the next room. Given he said that within junction of itself, she wondered if he was actually going to do just that. She turned to the tapes on the sound board, those completed tapes, already recorded and ready to be pieced together for the new album.

A familiar woman's voice caught her ear right then, and she turned for a look to the door of the pool room. She recognized that jet black hair, which had been cut extra short and flipped about at the back of her head. She had put on a bit of weight from carrying two babies, but her protruding belly told Sam that there was something else now.

“Hey! Aurora!” She was stern.

“Sam!” Aurora's face lit up but Sam's arms folded across her chest took that look of joy away as quickly as it came. Eric and Alex stopped right in their tracks in the doorways right there on either side of them: the room fell silent as a result.

They hadn't spoken since that fateful New Year's Eve, but the wounds were still raw with Sam. Aurora glanced back at Eric, who stood there in the doorway of the pool room; he looked as though he was about to head back in there but he never did. She returned to Sam with a serious look on her face.

“Listen—I feel terrible,” she confessed. “I feel so terrible for what I did, for leaving you and the girls behind. But—I have a family now. It's hard for me to focus sometimes—and it was especially then, too. My brain just—wasn't firing on all cylinders. Really, I feel terrible, Sam. I can't believe I did that to you.”

“I see you already have another bun in the oven,” Sam grumbled; she swore that Aurora just had twins that past summer.

“I do, yes. I'm sure you know—I love my daughters. I love Emile. But I also love you, though. I love you and I miss you. And like I said, I feel terrible.” She paused for a moment. “If you're going to blame anyone, blame me.”

Sam parted her lips to say something but no sound came out. Instead, Aurora lowered her gaze and she turned away. Sam's mind went blank and then she turned to Eric and Alex there in the doorways, and the both of them looked so small at the sight before them. Eric then stepped out of the way to let Marla through: her hair still in that neon green, but she carried a small bundle in her arms.

“Our daughters,” Aurora explained, “Phoebe and Elizabeth—I just brought Phoebe with me. Emile's caring for Elizabeth back home right now. I don't know what this baby'll be next but I'm eager to meet him or her.”

She turned to Marla.

“What were you gonna do?”

“I was just take her outside to the porch,” Marla replied as she nodded to the doorway around Alex. “It's kind of stuffy in here and smells like beer.” Alex himself grimaced at that; he stepped out of her way and Aurora followed suit.

Sam, Alex, and Eric congregated there in the middle of the floor; she then turned to Eric.

“I feel like I haven't seen you in a million years,” she told him. “How are you?”

“I'm good, thank you!”

“We're on a roll lately,” Alex said with a glimmer in his eye.

“Hell yeah, we are, my brother.” Eric bumped his fist, and then Alex returned to the sound board for his guitar; Sam peered out the doorway at the sight of Marla and Aurora taking their seats on the porch. There was a small shrub right there at the rim, one decorated with big hot pink flowers. Sam had seen those flowers all over California, especially all over the southern region of the state.

“I don't like those flowers,” she told Eric in a low voice.

“What, those pink ones?”

“Yeah.”

“Why's that?”

“Those are oleanders. They're poison, Eric.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, look how close they are to them, too.”

Eric cleared his throat.

“Marla,” he called out. “Marla—”

“Just a second,” she told him off, and she adjusted the bundle in her arms, and then she returned to Aurora. “Anyways—”

“Marla!” Eric insisted.

“Just a second, Eric!” she insisted, and she turned back to Aurora. “What was I saying?”

“MARLA!”

She rotated in the chair and fully faced him with Aurora's daughter cradled in her arms.

“What do you want, Eric?” she demanded.

“Get away from that bush!” Sam declared.

“What, this bush right here?” Marla gestured to the hot pink flowers right behind her.

“Yes, those are oleanders—they're poison,” she advised her.

“Oh, shit—” Marla yanked Phoebe away from there.

“Yeah, go wash—” Sam proclaimed, and she and Eric looked at one another, horrified. Marla hurried off of the porch and headed back inside of the short corridor before them and into the bathroom. Aurora lifted up her chair and inched away from there.

“That was close,” Eric said as he headed back to the pool room.

“For real!” Sam returned to Alex, who had taken his seat there once again and played around with the volume on his guitar. He raised his head and showed her a soft expression.

“I feel like if you go back to New York now,” Alex told her in a low voice, “you'll be seen as a hick.”

“Why's that?”

“Because you're in touch with nature,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, “I dunno, just something about being in a place like New York and knowing about things like oleanders.”

“That's probably why I loved upstate so much,” she recalled in a soft tone.

“There's also—this is just from what I've seen traveling through there and from touring—like a bluntness with New York, too. You like things that are nice and soft. It's okay, though—my dad tells me that time makes you stronger as it passes along.”

“I'll buy that,” she said, “I definitely feel stronger now than I was five years ago, before I moved to New York in the first place.”

“Don't blame ya,” he told her with a shake of his head and the little gray tuft over his head waved about like a little flag. “Five years—you've been through a lot, Samantha.”

“I really have,” she said in a low voice. “I really genuinely have, Alex.”

Louie strode past them right then with little black gloves on his hands. He gave his hair a slight toss back and showed her a grin.

“Poison garden,” she declared.

“Poison mother fuckin' garden,” he echoed her as part of his greeting and he gave her a bump of the fist.

“I don't know what that means,” Alex confessed, “but poison garden!”

Sam and Louie burst out laughing at that.

“When we were on a road trip together,” she explained to him, “we talked about starting a garden that's consisted of nothing but poison plants.”

Alex froze for a second, and then he burst out laughing, and then he looked on at her with a mortified look on his face.

“Poison plants? Like—deadly nightshade and—”

“Oleanders, too,” Louie added.

“Yeah, we discussed oleanders,” Sam continued, “mainly because they grow like weeds in the south land in particular. But yeah, deadly nightshade, oleanders, strychnine, among others. You can join us if you so wish, Alex.”

“I'd rather have a stake in it, thank you,” he said with a nervous chuckle.

“A stake in poison!” Louie declared. “Right on.”

“A stake in poison and sex tape,” Sam blurted out, to which Alex shushed her, but Louie had already walked away at that point. Marla returned out of the bathroom, still with the bundle in her arms.

"Marla!" Sam called out to her, and she padded closer to the doorway.

"Did Bill ever get the thing?" Marla hesitated for a second and then her face lit up.

"He did, as a matter of fact! Dave called me right before I flew out here and he said 'the eagle has landed.'"

"Hell yeah," Alex declared with a mischievous grin on his face.

"By the way," Sam added, "you look like a mom holding that baby in your arms." She turned to Alex. "Wouldn't you agree, Alex? She looks like a mom."

"Yeah, even with the green hair," he said.

Marla shrugged her shoulders.

"I dunno 'bout that," she confessed. "I've never felt like mommy type like with Aurora back here. But, I'll take that as a compliment, though. Thanks, guys." She showed them a smile before she ducked back onto the porch.

"Speaking of mommies," Alex said under his breath, and Sam took a glimpse over at him.

"What'd you say?" she asked him.

"Nothing." And he continued plucking and messing with the dials.

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Assassin-To-Be (Assassin’s Creed Syndicate AU)

Pairing: Assassin!Luke x Reader (1880's Victorian London)

Words: 7300+

Author's Note: so, a few months ago I decided to do an Assassin's Creed Syndicate AU with Luke. Cause his fake death scene in No Shame made him look like an assassin sneaking around. This is my masterpiece. I love it. I hope you do too.

A few things to cover- Templar's are a group of bad people. Starrick is the head boss of the Templar's in London and they're trying to find the Shroud. Which is a giant scarf that provides the person wearing it immortality. Blighters are a gang that works for the Templars.

You and Jack finally moved into the small apartment the two of you have been looking at since you arrived in London.

Although, since you moved here you've noticed Jack's been a bit distant. He hasn't really shown any affection towards you in almost two weeks.

You studied him for days, noticing him coming home late from work more frequently. You sometimes even stayed out late yourself, just to see if he cared. He didn't.

The curly blonde shivers as the wind smack him in the face while stepping off of the boat. His blue eyes look around the area before a sigh escapes his lips. "Here we go," he mumbles and heads towards the stone stairs that lead to the streets.

Henry Green and two other assassins, Jacob and Evie Frye, stand at the top of the stairs and watch the Australian make his way towards them.

"This is the guy?" A scruffy English voice asks and Henry looks over at Jacob.

"Yeah. This is the guy. Luke Hemmings. The best assassin in Australia. He's a key to stopping the Templars."

You were heading home from your day at Alexander Graham Bell's shop, always intrigued in watching him work. You met him during your shopping one day, literally running into him and dropping all the vegetables you had in your arms. Since then the two of you have become quite good friends, spending most of your days with him.

You wrap your shawl around your shoulders, shivering at the chilly wind as you walk down the dim streets. You made it to your apartment an hour later and you just couldn't wait to slip into bed.

"Jack! I'm home," you call out while closing the front door behind you. A woman's moan stops you in your tracks and you look towards your bedroom. "Jack?"

You walk towards the bedroom and a gasp leaves your lips upon seeing your boyfriend fucking another woman. Both of them look over at you, Jack's eyes becoming wide as he pulls away from the other woman.

"Y/N-"

"Fuck you," you mutter, feeling the tears come to your eyes as you swallow the lump in your throat. "You're such a fucking cunt I don't know why I stayed with you."

You're seething as you slap him across the face, huffing, and puffing before walking out of your apartment. You cross your arms over your chest as you make your way to the hotel that's a few blocks down the street.

You sniffle while walking down the uneven cobblestone street, being careful not to hurt yourself. You're wiping the tears off your face when a man comes out from an alley beside you.

"Hello, sweetness. Aren't you a cute little thing," his thick accent compliments and you go to move around him when his hand stops you, grabbing ahold of your wrist. "Hold on, I'm not done with you."

You begin to struggle in his grip as he tugs you into the alley before pressing you against the wall. "Please," you beg, wanting to get away from him and he laughs wickedly, one of his hands grabbing my breast. You cry out, doing everything in your power to get away from the man dressed in red. "Stop!"

Luke was running along the rooftops when he heard your voice. He stops in his tracks, skidding along the damp rooftops before heading closer towards your screams. The blonde peeks over the side, seeing a blighter try to assault you in a sexual way.

He growls a bit, growing hatred towards the man in question. Luke flicks out his hidden blade before jumping down from the roof, landing on top of the blighter.

The man lets out a groan as Luke kneels above him, his hidden blade embedded in his chest. "Scum," he whispers harshly before pulling the blade out, seeing the life drain from the blighter's eyes.

You watch with wide eyes before moving away from the wall, needing to get away from here. You end up tripping over your feet, falling to the ground and Luke looks up at you. He takes a step towards you and you pant heavily while backing away from him.

Luke puts his hands up as you continue to scurry away from him on the damp sidewalks. "Hey, hey," he mutters and crouched slightly, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise."

You stare up at the hooded man, your chest heaving rapidly. "W-Who are you?" You ask him as he pushes the black hood off of his head, exposing the blonde curls underneath it.

"I'm Luke. Luke Hemmings."

"You...you killed that man," you remind him and his blue eyes dart towards the now dead blighter on the ground.

He scratches the back of his head, his curls swaying in the London breeze. "Yeah, yeah. I did," Luke mumbles and rubs his hands together. "To be fair-"

"To be fair?!" You draw out, cutting him off from speaking with wide eyes. "What justification is there for killing a man?!"

The blonde sighs and looks over your facial features, noticing the terrified look in your eyes. "Yes. When he's working for a sick man and for trying to take advantage of a beautiful woman, like yourself," he explains, and your mouth parts slightly.

"Okay… you're not wrong there, I guess." You breathe out as your cheeks become a bit red.

Luke lets out a chuckle and holds out a hand for you to grab. You look up at him before darting your eyes towards his hand for a moment. "C'mon," he class and tilts his head to the side, "you can trust me."

You nod your head and grab a hold of his hand. Luke pulls you off the ground and you wipe the dirt and mud off the back of your dress the best you could.

"Thank you, Luke," you mumble and he grins, nodding his head.

"Not a problem, love. Just doing my job more or less," he shrugs and you hum in response.

"What is your job? If you don't mind me asking," you question him and Luke sighs slightly before looking around. "Wha-"

"Hold onto me," he states and your eyes widen. You try to form a sentence when Luke takes a step towards you. "If you want to know my job, you'll grab a hold of me."

You swallow thickly and nod once, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. Luke raises his hand in the sky and your eyes move to it when a metal wire shoots out from the gauntlet that's on his hand. A scream leaves your lips as the two of you thrust into the air, Luke's hand gripping onto you tightly.

The two of you land onto the roof and you hold your hands out to balance yourself, eyes wide as you glance down. "What the…?" You mumble and look back over at Luke, looking over the clothes he was wearing.

The trench coat has blue accents in it and seems to split into two once it goes past his ass. Under the trench coat was a navy blue vest that was tucked into his high waisted pants with a collared shirt that was slightly unbuttoned. The gauntlet on his arm shines in the moonlight as it stops just below his elbow. Even looking at him you had no idea who he was.

"I'm… I'm an assassin," he informs you while motioning towards the clothes he was wearing. You stare at him with wide eyes for what feels like the millionth time before shaking your head.

"This is crazy," you whisper to yourself and run your fingers through your hair, "t-th-there's no way you're an assassin. That's not… that's not a thing."

Luke let's out a laugh and rests his hands on his hips. "It's real. I'm standing right in front of you. There are three other assassins that are living in a train in London," he tells you and you're in utter shock.

"Wow…" you whisper and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "So, uhm, you plan to get me down right?"

He grins widely and nods his head. "Of course. I'm not going to leave you stranded up here," he chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist again.

You grip onto his trench coat, watching him as he points his hand towards a five-foot bring wall. You try to keep in the scream, but it comes out anyway. A laugh leaves your lips afterward as the wind flows through your dark hair.

Your feet connect with the ground and you stumble a bit, grabbing a hold of him to keep my footing. "Okay, I gotta say… that's fun?" It comes out like a question and you chuckle.

Luke smiles down at you, admiring the look on your face. He found you to be really cute, the entire time you were holding onto him he couldn't stop inhaling the perfume you were wearing. You smell like flowers. He swallows thickly and places a hand on your forearm.

"Why were you out so late?" He asks in concern and the smile drops from your face.

"Uhm, my now ex-boyfriend was making love to someone else in our bed," you tell him with a frown and clear your throat. "So, I was walking towards the hotel."

The blonde nods his head, noticing your defeated look and he lands a hand on your arm. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. He definitely doesn't deserve you from what I can tell," he mumbles and you look up at him, your eyes meeting his blue ones.

"You don't know me, though," you whisper and Luke shrugs his shoulders, dropping his hand from your arm.

"I have a knack for reading people and I can tell that you're a good person. Can I… can I walk you to the hotel? Or, would you… would you want to stay at our hideout? It's very safe. He wouldn't be able to find you," he mentions with a tilt of his head and you stare up at him in shock.

This man you just met. Who kills people for a living. Invited you to stay at the train hideout with three other assassins. You would be safer there most likely. Jack was always the type to follow after an argument. You nod your head at his offering and Luke lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing a hold of your hand before heading towards an empty carriage.

"Hop in, m'lady," he smiles and opens the carriage door for you. You giggle and curtsy before climbing into the buggy.

You hide behind Luke a bit once you get onto the train, glad to see no one in sight. "Are you sure they're going to be okay with me being here?" You ask the blonde and he looks down at you.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I don't see a problem with you staying here," he mumbles and shrugs his shoulders. You stifle a laugh, gripping his arm as he leads you through the different train cars. "You can stay in the room I'm sleeping in. I'll sleep somewhere else."

"Luke," you reach out and grab him, stopping him from leaving the room. "I-Can you stay with me?"

The blonde stares down at you as you chew on your bottom lip, not wanting to be alone in a train with skilled killers. "Yeah, yeah," he whispers and lays a comforting hand on yours. "I'll be right here."

He sits down in a chair beside the bed after taking off his trench coat, setting it on the desk. You slide onto the bed and lie down, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as you try to calm your nerves. "Luke," you whisper out one last time and you hear him hum in response, "thank you for saving me tonight."

Luckily once you passed out you slept like an absolute baby. Nothing disturbed your sleep throughout the night. Not even the sound of the train constantly running. The time was nearing seven in the morning when you woke up, stretching your arms while sitting up in the bed.

"Hell," you whisper and swing your legs over the side before getting up. You glance over at the chair to see Luke's tall frame scrunched up, heavy breaths leaving his lips as he was still sound asleep.

You smile gently, noticing how cute he looks before grabbing your things and walking out of the train car. You quietly make your way through the train, seeing that you guys are almost near the train station in The Strand.

You stop dead in your tracks as you walk by a board with a bunch of pictures tacked to it along with strings connecting to each other. You furrow your brows together, taking everything in when a hand presses against your shoulder. A scream leaves your lips as you're roughly turned around, your back now pressed against the board.

"Who are you?" A deep voice rasps out and you can feel a cool blade press against your throat.

You look up at the man, seeing a scar in his eyebrow and his striking brown eyes. "I-I… my name's Y/N!"

Loud footsteps are heard and you glance towards the train car door to see Luke standing in the doorway. "Jacob! Stop!"

A gruff leaves his lips and presses the blade harder to my throat. "Why? She could be working for him?!" He states and looks over at the blonde.

Your body shakes in fear as Luke slowly walks towards the two of you, his hands out. "She doesn't. She didn't even know we existed!" Luke informs him and Jacob looks back at you, a skeptical look in his eyes before he pulls the blade away from your throat.

"What is she even doing here? If Evie finds out-"

"If Evie finds out what?" A woman's voice cuts him off and you twist your head to the left, seeing a woman your age standing in the room. "Who's this?" She asks while her eyes are set on you before moving back to the two men.

"This is Y/N. She had a bit of a dilemma last night and I offered for her to stay here so she was safe," Luke explains and Evie nods her head, stepping towards me.

"You alright?" She asks you and you swallow, nodding your head.

"Y-Yeah, yeah. Luke… saved my life last night from a-a blighter?" You question the name you've heard him call the men who dress in red and you glance towards the curly blonde to see him nod his head. "I was heading towards a hotel since my ex-boyfriend decided to, uhm, cheat on me with someone else in our home and the blighter came out of nowhere and tried to assault me."

Evie's eyes widen a bit and she rests her hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She asks and you nod your head.

"I heard her screaming and managed to kill him before he got too far," Luke pipes up and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the images from last night flashing through your mind.

"At least you were in the vicinity. God knows what would've happened after he was done," she comments and your heart drops in your chest, shivering at the thought of it.

The train comes to a stop and you move to glance out the window to see that you made it to The Strand train station. "I'm…" you trail off and look back at the rest of the assassin's, "I'm gonna get going. Thank you, Luke. For everything." You smile at him before moving to step off the train. You heading straight towards the stairs that lead to the street when Luke's voice yells to you.

"Y/N! Wait!" You stop your movements, glancing over your shoulder to see the blonde running up to you. "Do you… do you need help finding a new place or what's going to happen?"

Your heart flutters at his words, surprised that this gorgeous man cares about you after just meeting you last night. Or maybe that's just his job.

"I-I guess I didn't really think of that. I think I'm just going to gather up my belongings and head to that hotel. It should be safer in the daytime, yeah?" You ask him, fiddling with your fingers as his blue eyes stare into yours.

"It should be. I would go with you, but we've got stuff we need to do today," Luke mutters and you nod your head, smiling softly.

"That's fine, Luke. I'll see you around maybe?" You question with a tilt of your head, praying that he says he will.

A smile comes to his pink lips, nodding his head. "Yeah, absolutely. You'll definitely see me around Alex's place," he comments and you nod your head.

"Perfect."

You rush through the streets of the borough you live in, The Strand, running as fast as your heeled boots could take you. The train station was in sight and you're beginning to feel out of breath from running so far, so fast.

News about a shootout between the Rooks and Blighters roam the streets in almost every borough. What had you worry the most was when you heard someone mention that a man dressed in a trench coat got shot.

Luke immediately came to your mind and you dropped what you were doing to head to the train station, hoping that their train would be at the station. You were in luck to see their train just pulling in when you reached the top of the stairs. You quickly run towards the train, hopping onto it as soon as it stops.

"Y/N?" Evie's voice calls out and you look over at the woman, your chest heaving rapidly.

"Is it… is it Luke?" You ask in a whisper and she nods her head. Your heart drops into your and she motions her hand, silently telling you to follow her.

Your heart beats a million miles a minute as the two of you walk into the room Luke is resting in. You swallow thickly as your eyes lay on Luke who's barely conscious. Evie heads back out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. You fiddle with your fingers before moving a chair near the bed.

Luke's face is a bit pale and you watch as his chest slowly rises and falls. He squirms a bit before turning his head towards you. "Y/N…?" He trails off in a whisper, a groan leaving his lips as one of his hands move to his side.

You nod your head, scooting closer as you give him a sad smile. "I'm here, Luke, I'm here," you mumble and rest one of your hands on his arm, rubbing gently.

The blonde-haired assassin grabs a hold of your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. "W-What are… what are you…" Luke struggles as you watch his blue eyes roll back into his head, heavy breaths leaving his lips.

You squeeze his hand, tears dancing along your waterline as you swallow the lump in your throat. "The shootout has been roaming around the streets and ran here as fast as I could. Get some rest, Luke. I'll be here when you wake up," you inform him and lean forward to kiss his forehead.

Luke hums as you comb your fingers through his curly locks and leans into your touch. "'m glad you're here…" he mumbles before nodding off. You wipe the tears that are streaming down your cheeks while keeping a close eye on him, in case he gets any complications from the "surgery."

Footsteps were heard from behind you and you glance over your shoulder to see Jacob standing in the train car doorway. "So, you ran about twenty blocks to see if he was okay?" He asks and you blush a bit before nodding your head. "You must really care for him then."

"I do. A lot more than I ever thought I would," you mumble and look back at Luke, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

"He's lucky to have you. I'm actually glad he brought you here that night," Jacob compliments and you smile back at him, giggling softly. "It's nice to have you around. I know Evie likes not being the only woman, that's for sure."

It's been almost a month since Luke got shot by a Templar and you wish he would take it easy still, but he's a stubborn man. The two of you walk down the streets of Westminster and he keeps a constant lookout for Blighters or Templars roaming the streets. You can feel his arm brush against yours every so often and you can't help but blush each time he does.

You two walk past the gate, standing at the base of Big Ben and your gaze moves upwards. "Are you sure about this?" You ask Luke as he tucks you into his side. He glances down at you, a smile on his lips while his ocean blue eyes twinkle.

"Of course, why?" Luke questions and you gently place your hand over his healed wound. His eyes move to your hand and then back to your face. "Y/N, I'm fine. I promise."

You sigh and run your fingers over the spot, feeling his clothing against your fingertips. Luke's finger hooks under your jaw, lifting your head to look up at him.

"Hey," he whispers and you hum in response, your fingers gripping his vest. "I'm gonna be okay, alright? You don't have to worry about me."

"I don't have to, but I do. I care about you, Luke. More than you know…" you trail off and he smiles softly while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I know how you feel, love. I care about you so much," Luke whispers while wrapping his arm around you, large hand gripping hold of your waist.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you smile up at him. You could hear his zipline go off and your eyes widen. A smirk comes to his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, the two of you flinging into the air. You breathe heavily as you reach the top, Luke's hands gripping your hips as he helps you up.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look at the view London gives. "Wow," you whisper and spin in a circle, taking everything in.

"Seems like maintenance broke the gate and haven't fixed it yet," Luke mentions while eyeing the open section. His fingertips drag along your lower back, his blue eyes set on you. "Be careful, okay?"

"Yeah, I will," you mumble while taking a step towards the open gate. The wind blows your hair back and you shiver a bit at the cold breeze. "This is incredible, Luke."

He chuckles from behind you and you look over your shoulder, smiling softly as his eyes are set on you. "I knew you would like it," Luke grins and you nod your head in agreement, glancing back out at the city.

Part of the building crumbles and you're too late to notice. "L-Luke!" You shriek as your foot gets caught in the rubble, your body falling through the open gate. Luke lurches forward and manages to grab your hand before you fell 315 feet.

"I got you…" he trails off, his blue eyes wide and he pulls you up. You collapse on top of him, gripping his trench coat tightly as your heart pounds in your chest. The two of you breathe heavily as your eyes meet, your faces inches from one another's. "I got you."

You close your eyes, letting out a sigh before resting your forehead against his. Luke brings a hand to your face, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. Your eyes flutter open, your breath hitching in your throat as you can see the adoration in his blue eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He whispers and you blush, attempting to hide your face in his chest when Luke stops you from doing so.

You're almost panting as the blonde keeps you from hiding, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. The distance between your faces diminishes and your eyes flutter shut as his lips press against yours. One of your hands leaves his trench coat and combs through his hair, moving your lips against his.

Luke's hands move to your waist and grips slightly. Your heart pounds in your chest as you pull away, looking down at him. A smile comes to his lips and you slowly get off of him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

The blonde sits up, his blue eyes looking over you for any cuts or injuries. "You okay?" He asks quietly and you chuckle, nodding your head.

"Yeah, yeah… guess I should've been more careful," you mumble and Luke laughs, getting onto his feet.

He holds out a hand and you grab onto it, Luke pulling you onto your feet as well. "I'd say I told you so, but I'll let it slide this time," he smiles softly and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Thank you," you mumble, resting your head on his chest. Luke kisses your head, his large hands resting on your back.

"It's no problem, Y/N/N. Can't have you dying on me. I like having you around," he tells you and you pick your head up, looking up at him. You melt at the dimpled smile on his face and he takes one of his hands to move some of your hair from your face.

You smile softly and fiddle with his trench coat. "I like being around you as well, Luke," you grin, and the blonde wraps his arms around you again, holding you against his chest.

"C'mon, let's get going," Luke mentions and you nod your head against his chest before pulling away from him.

"Why do I have to go to this ball?" You ask Evie as she fastens the buttons on the back of your dress.

"Because we feel that we'll need an extra pair of eyes," she states before pulling her hands away from you. You look at her through the mirror, running your hands down the Bordeaux-colored dress. "Plus, Luke's been training you right? So if we're in trouble we're going to need your help."

You nod your head at your words as you feel a bit nervous about actually having to fight someone who would kill you. A knock on your bedroom door snaps you from your thoughts, glancing towards the wooden object to see Luke standing in the doorway.

Your breath hitches in his throat as you take a good look at him. He wore a striking white waistcoat with a burgundy-colored undershirt, black slacks along with the same colored pumps, finishing it off with a black tailcoat. You can feel your hands becoming sweaty as Evie leaves the room, giving you a wink on her way out.

Luke's blue eyes dance over your outfit, really taking in how breathtaking you look. The dark color really complimented your skin tone. "You look stunning," he breathes out and takes a step towards you.

You fiddle with your hair and tuck some of the strays behind your ear. "You really think so? I've never… I've never been in such a fancy dress before," you chuckle softly and Luke smiles down at you.

"You definitely should more often. I'll have to get you some-"

"Luke! No, no. You're not going to get me anything. When I can afford it, I'll buy some," you cut him off and res one of your hands on his forearms. "At least, for now, I own this."

He nods his head, giving you a small smile as his hands gently grip your arms as well. "Okay, okay. So, I have something for you to keep hidden," Luke informs you and releases your arms. You do the same, watching him diligently as he pulls out a medium-sized dagger. "I want you to, uhm, slip this in your garter."

You laugh softly as you listened to him choke out that sentence. Luke clears his throat as his cheeks turn pink. "Why are you so flustered, Lukey?" You grin teasingly while taking the dagger from him before hiking up the skirt of your dress.

His blue eyes go wide, finding it hard to look away as you fasten the knife in your garter, positioning it in a way where it won't cut you. "Fucking hell…" Luke trails off and looks away from you.

You fix the skirt before glancing back towards Luke, seeing him scratching the back of his head. "How were you so confident kissing me on Big Ben but can't look at me now?" You ask with a tilt of your head.

"I-Because it's not right? I was just taught to treat a lady with respect," he mumbles while fiddling with his fingers. "Don't get me wrong i-it's nice to see you're so comfortable with me. I just… I'm just not used to this I guess?"

You're in awe as you look at Luke, watching him continue to fiddle with his fingers. "That's the sweetest thing someone's ever said to me," you whisper and Luke raises an eyebrow and mutters "really". You nod your head, grinning ear to ear as you take a step towards him.

Luke reaches for your hand, his blue eyes cast down to look at it before lifting it up, pressing his lips to the back of it. "I never would've thought I'd find love while being here," he confesses and the butterflies in your stomach begin to soar.

"I'd never thought I'd find love after what happened with Jack," you tell him and Luke hums, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. "Especially with an assassin."

Luke let's out a laugh and shakes his head, dropping your hand. "You're on your way of becoming one as well, sweetheart," he grins and you giggle, shrugging your shoulders.

"Are you guys done?" Jacob yells from the other room and both you and Luke glance towards the open bedroom door. "We're going to be late if you two keep jabbing on."

You bite your lip, glancing back at Luke as he lets out a sigh. "C'mon, we can "flirt" in the carriage," you giggle and grab his hand, beginning to lead him out of the room when he stops you.

Luke spins you around before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widen, one of your hands gripping his forearm. It only takes a couple of seconds for your eyes to flutter shut, proceeding to kiss him back. The blonde's hands rest on your waist, feeling him squeeze slightly through the dress.

"If anything happens. Come to me. I really don't want to put you in any danger," he whispers against your lips and you feel his forehead resting on yours. "Promise me you'll come to me if something happens."

You nod your head, a deep sigh coming from your nose as you inhale his scent. "I promise, Luke."

You and Luke walk into the courtyard together, the twins walking in front of the two of you as your nerves are rocketing through the roof. A hand slips itself into yours and you glance up at the blonde, his blue eyes already looking down at you.

"It's gonna be okay, alright?" He whispers and you nod your head, letting out a breath. “Do you want me to get you a drink?”

You shake your head, dropping your hand from him before placing it on his chest. “No, no. It’s fine, Luke. You’ve got stuff to do,” you reassure him and he nods his head.

“Don’t forget,” Luke starts and grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips. “If you need me, find me. I don’t care if I’m in the middle of something. Find me.”

You giggle, smiling up at the blonde as you mutter an alright before leaning on your toes to press a short kiss to his lips. Luke’s hands rest on the sides of your arms, his thumbs stroking the skin gently. The smile on your lips widens when you pull away from him, seeing his lips pursed still.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he whispers and you let out a chuckle, fiddling with his tailcoat.

“Go help save the country, handsome,” you tell him and he nods his head, leaning down to press one more kiss to your lips before walking away from you. You sigh happily and bring your fingers up to your lips, the feeling of his lingering.

You watch the people dance from the terrace railing, tapping your foot to the beat of the music that's being played. You smile softly, watching the couple's dance close to one another. It would be so nice to dance. I don't really know how to dance though.

"Would you like to dance, m'lady?" Luke's Australian voice asks from behind you and you glance over your shoulder, eyes wide.

"Luke," you giggle and he takes your hand in his, "I thought you were supposed to be doing something?"

He smiles softly and you set your drink onto the table as the blonde leads you towards the other people dancing. "Jacob's taking care of it. I'm just here in case something goes wrong, as are you," Luke states while placing a hand to your waist.

You smile softly as the two of you dance to music. The two of you stare at each other in admiration, your fingers intertwining with his as the other rests on his shoulder. "I never would've thought I'd be here right now. With you," you whisper and Luke chuckles softly, nodding his head.

"Yeah, I agree. I mean I probably would've ended up here since it's my job, but I never thought I'd be dancing with the girl I fancy," he states and your heart flutters, still in awe after hearing it a second time. "On a more serious note… you think you'd want to train to become an assassin after all of this?"

You look up at him with wide eyes, halting your movements and he stumbles a bit. His blonde curls bounce a bit as he regains his footing. "Are… are you serious?" You ask and Luke grins ear to ear, nodding his head.

"Absolutely, sweetheart."

"Holy shit…" you trail off and Luke chuckles, tucking some hair behind his ear. "I- Yeah, that would be awesome!"

He smiles softly before dipping down, pressing his pink lips against yours. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss, your fingers going into his hair when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You pull away from Luke, glancing to your left and your breath hitches in your throat at the man who's staring at the two of you from afar.

W-What is he doing here? And why's he wearing Templar gear?

Luke notices something in the corner of his eye and glances up at the building, seeing Jacob on the roof as the other assassin raises his hand. He nods his head before looking back down at you. "Sweetheart," he starts but stops as he detects the fear on your face. "What's wrong?"

"Jack's here," you whisper, tearing your eyes away from your ex to look up at Luke.

"What?! Where?" He asks while looking around. You grab his chin, turning his face in the direction your ex is standing as he chats with another Templar.

"There."

He curses softly, his large hands running up your arms. "Okay, I need to go help Jacob, uhm," Luke pauses and turns his attention to you, "stay out of sight from him. Do anything you can to not let him near you."

You nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. Luke caresses your cheek before kissing it softly. "Be safe," you mumble as he begins to walk away. He smiles softly, nodding his head as his heart pounds in his chest as he looks you over.

"I will. Same goes to you."

The last thing you expected was to find your ex-boyfriend at the ball, walking around proudly in his Templar uniform. You did your best to stay away from him, but you started to worry about Luke, Jacob, and Evie when they haven't come back yet and it's been over an hour and a half since they left.

You chew on your nails when looking out towards the trees and begin to panic when you feel Jack's eyes on you. You quickly take a glance his way to see him and another Templar eyeing you while your ex points in your direction. You start to walk away from them and head out towards the ruins, keeping a lookout through the corner of your eye. When the two men began to follow is when you went into full-blown panic, walking a bit faster towards where Luke is.

You hike your dress up a bit, closing the distance between you and the ruins. You glance back once more to just see Jack following you still and when a smirk forms on his lip is when you decide to break out into a sprint.

You were running through the grounds of the Palace, breathing heavily as you continue to hear his heavy footsteps running behind you. "C'mon, Y/N, stop running from me," he calls out from behind you and your heart pounds in your chest. You trip over a rock, catching yourself before you fall over.

You can see Luke standing about 100 yards in front of you, fighting a few Templars that are guarding the opening to the ruins. A grunt leaves your lips as Jack tackles you to the ground. You end up flipping over, trying to kick him off of you when he lands a punch to your ribs. A yelp leaves your lips, pressing your hands to his chest before kicking his kidney.

"Get off of me!" You yell and kick him in the kidney once more. You flip onto your stomach and your eyes meet Luke's for a second when a sharp pain travels up your back.

A scream leaves your lips as you feel Jack pull the knife from your back before flipping you over. Luke lets out a gasp as he watches the Templar straddle your chest. "Y/N!" The blonde yells and assassinates both of the men beside him.

"It's such a shame that you have to die," Jack tsks as you did everything you could to get him off of you. The knife he's holding almost pierces through your chest when Jack was tackled off of you.

You gasp and since as you lean on your left hand, watching Luke shove his blade into your ex-boyfriend's chest. A surge of pain shoots up your back and a shriek leaves you lips, falling back onto the grass. "L-Luke!" You call out and the blonde glances over his shoulder, seeing you arch your back off the ground and your chest heaving.

Luke rushes over to you and lifts you off the ground. "C'mon," he starts and wraps an arm around your waist. You let out a grunt, gripping onto his trench coat as the two of you trudge towards the main gate. "We need to get you to Miss Nightingale."

"B-But the shroud…" you trail off, feeling yourself getting weaker as Luke hushes you. You almost trip as you get closer to the exit, a cry leaving your lips.

"Jacob and Evie will take care of it. I'm not losing you," the blonde assassin states before stopping, lifting you completely in his arms as he carries you bridal style towards an empty carriage.

You smile as you watch your little girl run around the living room of Luke’s home. The blonde curls on her head bouncing as giggles. Evelyn picks up one of her toys, shaking it in her tiny hands before tumbling back towards you. “Hi, baby girl,” you grin and pick her up from her spot. “Wanna go find daddy?”

She lets out a squeal, clapping her hands together as the two of you head further into the house. You walk into the kitchen to see your husband cooking lunch, the smell of the beef he’s sauteing starts to make you hungry. “Hi, loves,” Luke greets and peers over his shoulder. You smile at him, walking up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Luke bends down to kiss your lips before moving his attention to his daughter. “Hi, Eve!”

Evelyn smiles at the blonde, reaching out to him and Luke pulls away from the stove as you hand her to him. You continue making the beef patties that are in the pan while Luke places a kiss all over Evelyn’s face, her squeals echoing off the walls of the kitchen. You pull the pan off the burner when they were done, setting the two and a half patties onto a plate. “Luke, can you get the highchair for her?” You ask and he nods his head, walking into the other room with her in his arms.

You cut up the half patty, making it small enough for Eve to eat when a knock on the front door reaches your ears. “Sweetheart, can you get that?” Luke calls out.

“Yeah!” You answer and place the fork and knife down before walking towards the door. You open the door to see three men standing on the porch, all dressed up in Assassin gear. They look at you confused as you give them a smile. “Luke! I think it’s for you.”

Your blonde husband talks nonsense to your daughter while walking towards you. “Who is-” Luke starts but cuts himself off as his blue eyes catch sight of his three friends. “Guys, hey! What are you doing here?”

The brunette scratches his neck and chuckles, “well, we heard you were back in town and decided to stop by. You know… since it’s been a decade since we’ve seen you,” he explains and the smile on his lips falls.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I meant to send letters but the job in London took up a lot of my time and then I was training her afterward,” Luke mumbles and glances down at you. “Uh, Y/N, these are my fellow assassin friends, Calum, Michael, and Ashton. Guys, this is my wife Y/N and our child, Evelyn.”

You give the three men a small wave and they do the same. “Do you guys wanna come in? We just made lunch and if you’re hungry I can cook up a few more,” you smile, and the other blonde grins.

“I don’t know about Ashton or Cal, but I could eat,” Michael states and walks into the house. You let out a chuckle as he and Luke head back into the kitchen. You motion for the other two to come in and you close the door after they come inside.

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys. Luke talked about you all a lot,” you smile and Calum smiles down at you.

“Of course he did. I only wish we knew about you,” he states while the three of you head into the kitchen to see Luke already cooking the other patties as Evelyn sits in her highchair.

“Well, there’s no time like the present,” you grin and sit in the chair beside your little girl, your heart fluttering at the scene in front of you. You never thought this was the future you were going to bestow and you were not complaining. I love my little family.

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Snow and Ice 02 [M] (ft. Jungkook)

→ friendswithbenefits!au with Snowboarder!JK and figure skater!reader during the Olympics. Warning for slight dirty talk.

→ 13.7k | part 1 | part 2 | fin.

a/n: sorry this took so long, but I’m so glad to be writing for you guys and seeing your messages in my inbox again. This marks the end of snow and ice! Thank you so much for being patient and supporting this fic, and although this was a beast to get through because of my writer’s block, I hope you enjoy! I won’t be posting a story talk about this unfortunately, but feel free to request any drabbles with this couple! I love them so much <3

“Come watch me,” he suggests, as you both get dressed for gym.

“Huh?” You frown at him, pulling on your sports bra and then smoothing over your spandex longsleeve over it. “Watch you do what?”

“Train, stupid.” He says, grinning as he brushes his teeth. He leans over, spitting in the sink bowl before continuing. “Watch me board, ‘n stuff.”

You turn in the mirror, tying up your hair. “Am I allowed to?”

He nods, now lathering up soap in his hands to clean his face. “Of course. The hyungs invite girls over all the time.”

You glare at him. “You too? You want me to be just another girl in the stands for you?”

He rinses off the soap. “Actually,” he says, patting his face dry and applying lotion. “you’re the first girl I’ve ever asked to come.”

You raise your brows, walking with him back to his room. “Seriously?” You perch on the bed, pulling on your leggings. “Dang, I would have assumed you had thousands of girls lined up to watch.”

He shrugs on a shirt. “I guess, but it doesn’t really matter. Here, how ‘bout this,” he suggests, handing you a yellow sweater, “Wear this, and i’ll be able to see you from the hill. That way I know to do my best.”

You roll your eyes as you pull it on, “You’re always supposed to do your best, Jungkook. It’s the Olympics.”

He grins, “Yeah, but I’d rather perform for you than anyone else, babe.”

Your heart does a little flutter at the comment and the nickname, and you turn to hide the grin that threatens to come onto your lips. “Shut up,” you giggle.

Watching Jungkook, different from what you’d expected, is actually incredibly fun. He’s absolutely amazing at boarding, and as you watch him come down the slopes, he kicks up into the air with amazing speed and agility as he performs outstanding flips and turns in mid-air. He speeds recklessly fast towards the incline and flips off, turning thrice before landing perfectly onto the snow. He executes the boxes and the pipes with no effort at all.

He’s really good, and you can see why he was chosen again, even amongst younger and older competitors. He was just absolutely the best.

He finishes his final run, and does a little turn at the end of the pipe and boards right up to you, the edge of his Burton scraping loudly against the snow as he brakes in front of you.

Grinning, he pulls off his goggles and leans down to unbuckle a foot from his board. He perches an arm against the fence you were behind.

“So,” he smirks, “what did you think?”

You blush, hoping he doesn’t notice and just credits your red cheeks to the cold. “You’re really good.”

That flakes up his ego and you watch as he laughs, reaching forward to curl a stray hair behind your ear and tuck your (well, technically his, because you stole it from him) beanie down better over your cold forehead.

“Well, I wouldn’t be an Olympian if I wasn’t good,” he jokes, winking at you. He reaches forward and zips your (his) jacket all the way up.

You roll your eyes, but your mouth is curling up in a smile.

“Also,” he comments, “I could see you all the way from the hill,” he snorts, “This jacket is literally the best one to spot someone a mile away. The yellow pops like crazy against the snow.”

You pat down the thing. It’s huge, almost reaching your knees and the sleeves way too long for your arms, but perfect enough so you didn’t have to wear gloves out in this weather. “It’s kind of big.”

“You look cute,” he smirks, dusting off his own black jacket, with its own yellow accents on the zippers and the pocket buttons. Classy. “We match, see?” He’s also wearing a khaki pair of snowboarding pants and black pair of boots to match his signature Burton board. He looks good, decked out in gear or not.

“Can I try?” You say shyly, “will you teach me?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh shit, seriously?”

You nod, fingering at the zipper at his chest, where the top of his grey hoodie peeks out. “Yeah.”

He smiles really big. “Yeah, I’m done training now. Wanna go right now? Since I have all my gear on.”

You nod and follow him to the small cabin near the slopes where there’s a locker room for the other athletes. Almost like a snowboarding store, there are brand new boards lined up against the wall, all from huge companies who wanted the athletes to notice and maybe do a promotion. Jungkook walks casually up to one and grabs it, holding it next to you and making sure that it comes to around your eye-level. “Here,” he hands you the board, the blue glinting in the bright lights of the display. You take it with wide eyes, almost tipping over under the surprising weight of the board.

He leads you to the boots where he grabs your size and sits you down on the bench to help you tie them.

“Wish you wore better socks,” he comments, as he kneels in front of you to pull long socks on your feet, “But my emergency pair will have to do.”

“Ew,” you crinkle your nose as he pulls them onto your legs, pulling the elastic as high as they can go up your calf. “Are you sure you washed these?”

He flicks you playfully, laughing, “Of course. I’m not Seokjin hyung.”

“Ew!” You exclaim, laughing loudly as he puts your foot in a heavy boot. He laces up the thick laces up the metal prongs, almost akin to the way you do yours when you lace up your skates. You wiggle your toes a bit, letting your calf press against the lip of the boot. “It’s a bit loose, don’t you think?”

He shakes his head. “There’s supposed to be a little wiggle room on your shins, because you need the room to move your ankles back and forth when you carve the slopes.”

You watch him finish.

“Okay,” he says, getting up and grabbing his own board. “This is how you strap them in.” He demonstrates with a foot, showing you how he cranks his straps first on the toe and then closer to your ankle with a skilled hand. “The crank will stop by itself when it doesn’t have enough space left to tighten.”

“Okay,” you respond, doing your own foot yourself. “Is this right?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, helping you up. “Alright, and you can put your foot here, and basically try standing.”

You get up from the bench and almost immediately topple over, and Jungkook catches you with a snort. You pout at him and use him to push yourself into equilibrium, spreading out your arms to get used to the feeling of having your feet strapped down so tightly against the ground.

“Good,” he encourages, “now try twisting your torso back and forth, good.”

“That’s it?” you raise your brows.

He snorts at you. “That’s it?”

You shrug, laughing at his incredulous expression when he scoffs at you. “I mean, it just looked a lot harder when you were doing it.”

He raises his brows at you. “We’ll see how you do on the actual snow.”

Just like he’d predicted, you were absolute shit.

“Fuck!” You exclaim as you fall down on your butt again, groaning and pouting as you let the soft snow cushion your back.

He laughs at you, slowing down to board towards you and help you up, dusting off your back and legs when you finally get up on your feet. “No, no, that was good. You’re getting the hang of it.”

You roll your eyes, “I heard you laugh at me, asshole.”

He grins, “I told you, it was hard. It’s like me telling you that ice skating looks easier when watching it and doing it. It’s totally different.”

You sigh, following his directions as you slowly acceleration down the bunny slope. Bend knees, arms out, lean back.

He watches you with a big smile, grinning as you furrow your brows in concentration and focus on making sure you don’t fall while scraping down the hill.

You start going too fast, and begin screaming as you instinctively lead forward, and Jungkook immediately boards up to you and scrapes to a stop in front of you, trying to catch you as you fall, but you’re going way too fast for him to stop you.

He ends up toppling backwards, with you on top of him, and he lands with a loud “Oof!” and you look up at him in shock. He’s just laying there with his eyes closed and unresponsive.

“Jungkook! Are you okay?!” You blurt, patting the chest that you’re cradled against.

“Ow,” he says, grinning down at you, snow all in his hair and sweater. “You’re a lot heavier than I thought.”

You spit out a loud “ugh!” and hit his chest as you frown. “You scared me!”

He laughs out loud, as you hit him continuously, his chest shuddering at the huge guffaws. “You thought I was dead or something?!” He snorts, grabbing your hand and holding it tight to stop you. You pout at him, “I thought you were hurt or you hit your head!” You shift a little, and Jungkook winces.

“Oh my god,” you pant, “Why what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He groans. “Yo-your knee, it’s digging into my crotch. Ow.” He winces and you scramble off of him to stand up, as he rolls over to get up.

“That was almost bad,” he says, kneeling up to stand. “This is precious private property.”

You snort, dusting off his hair and sweater, “Ugh shut up,” You roll your eyes, “You like making fun of me too much.”

He stops you, grabbing your hand as you pat off his chest, and pulling you up so your almost nose to nose. “No,” he grins, looking down at you through his lashes, “I like you.”

Your cheeks heat up furiously, and you blurt out whatever you can to distract him. “I wanna do you right now,” you say before you can stop yourself, and Jungkook’s eyes widen, successfully caught off guard as he glances around to make sure none of the other bystanders heard your announcement. Your bury the lower half of your face in the turtleneck of his snow jacket.

“Damn,” he mutters, smirking down at you, “watching me board got you that horny, that fast? You should come and watch me all the time.”

You roll your eyes, grinning behind a gloved hand. “Shut up. I’m starving. I found a nice sushi restaurant?”

He nods, unbuckling his helmet. “Down. Don’t you have training tomorrow?”

You nod. “Come watch me too?”

He grins, glancing around quickly before pecking you so quickly you’re even unsure if he did it or not. Your cheeks are red, from the biting cold but also something else.

“Of course,” he whispers, and the both of you board slowly down to the board center, eyes only on each other.

“Your skin got better,” Irene comments almost a week later, when you both are stretching in the gym.

“Seriously?” You grin, touching your cheek and turning to look at yourself in the mirror. “Thank god, I didn’t wanna have a gross pimple on the day of.”

She laughs. “Well, yeah. But you just look...I don’t know...happier? New vibrator or something?” She laughs as you yelp and punch her arm. “Irene!”

“What!” She laughs, giggling, “You’ve been going out a lot, I just assumed you’d been shopping around in secret or something.”

You just smile, tamping down the blush on your cheeks. You had been going out a lot, and Irene had noticed too for the past few days, since it was really really hard to ignore Jungkook’s pleas for you to just stay in his bed at night.

Also, it was really really cold outside, and Jungkook’s room had a heater that adjusted to make the temperature...really really warm. And perfectly toasty. But not too hot, because you hated sweaty cuddling.

It wasn’t because you...wanted to stay with him...or whatever. Yeah. Just the warmth. It was almost minus 20 outside, you’d be crazy to try to sneak in back home at 4 am in the morning. Also his room had...tons of great great yummy food that you couldn’t resist.

You finish the workout without a struggle, and you and Irene make your ways into the rink. Today, you would have to wait a little since the hockey team was finishing up, but it was good time to just take a break. Plus, the cute team captain, Jimin, had texted you a couple days ago, inviting you to come watch him if your coach let you.

You settle on the stands, nodding when Irene leaves because she left her skate guards in the dorms, and focusing back onto the ice. Jimin glides easily, ramming his shoulder into his teammate’s to steal the puck. Although it was a practice session amongst their own, Jimin was still ruthless, all whilst still gliding so easily over the ice. There was no wonder why he was such a great athlete and captain.

When he makes a score, you clap a tiny bit, but sounds of squealing catch your attention down the stands. A few junior olympians, clearly first-timers and gymnasts, if you could judge by their attire, squeal and cheer for the cheeky captain whenever he makes a score. And you notice, that the captain had definitely invited them to come watch, because everytime he hears them scream, he tips his head over to them and gives them a smirk and a wink that makes them squeal a little more.

“God,” you mutter to yourself, “They’re like a herd of piglets. Jesus,” You roll your eyes, feeling a little annoyed at the scene.

“Whatcha muttering about to yourself there, sweetcheeks?” A voice sounds to your left, and you see Jungkook, holding two cups.

You panic, glancing around him to see if anyone was watching, like your teammates or your coach, but Jungkook just assures you, “Chill, there’s no one here. And if they do see me, they’ll assume I’m just here to watch Jimin.” You take the cup he offers you, and sip it, moaning at the warm hot chocolate that flows down your throat.

“Oh god,” you groan, “He invited you too?”

Jungkook laughs, “Was the text you got last night while I was eating you out from Jimin?”

You punch him, glancing around again. “Again, chill. No one knows.”

You roll your eyes, sipping the drink and leaning down to watch the game. “Yeah,” you scoff, glaring at the little gymnasts cheer again for the captain. “But seems like he just copied and pasted it to literally every single girl here.”

Jungkook leans back, sipping his chocolate. “Well, Jimin’s sort of a player, sweetheart.”

You widen your eyes at him. “Seriously? But he doesn’t...act...wait...” You trail off, trying to think of what to say, but Jungkook catches you with a smirk.

“He doesn’t...what? Doesn’t look like one? Doesn’t act like one?” He laughs at you when you glare at him. “Sorry honey, but he does all of it. You just have a tendency to fall for the bad ones.”

You gesture to him, the way he’s manspreading all over the place and cockily perched on the stands like he owns it. He scoffs at you. “Clearly.” You mutter, finishing off your drink.

He just laughs, reaching over and pinching your butt. “I’m so gonna edge you tonight because of that,” he says lowly, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. You fidget, trying to pretend like you’re watching the game but to be honest you have no idea what the hell is going on. Your thighs are uncomfortably tense and your clit throbs against the material of your panties.

He leans in, grating against your ear. “You know I’m not like that. I’m a slave to you, and that delicious pussy.” He says, brushing your hair back nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t whispering the dirtiest things to you in the middle of an olympic stadium with other people there.

You fidget, and his eyes drop to the action. “Getting worked up, huh?” He grins, and you feel the way his body warmth lingers in the space. “Want me to do everything I say? Well let me tell ya,” he says lowly, still sipping on his hot chocolate, nonchalantly.

If anyone looked back and saw you both up in the stands, talking and watching the show, they’d assume you were both discussing the games or the positions or the way the puck was in Jimin’s hands or some hockey shit like that.

But this...

His voice is low enough to reach you from his place next to you, far enough to be professional, but close enough to be friendly. “I’m gonna throw you on the bed and rip all that fucking body tight spandex off,” he mutters, glaring at the leggings you love. “You always tease me, with how fucking tight that shit is on your body, and how I can literally see everything if I look at you in the right angle.”

You fidget, fingers tightening on the cup.

“I bet right now you’re this close to getting wet all over your leggings huh?” He whispers darkly, “Through your panties. Shit,” He grates, and you clench at the way he spits out the word. “I’ll fucking rip that shit off you and tie your hands to the bed and eat you out until you forget hockey captain’s fucking name. I’ll fucking edge you so much that you’ll be begging for my cock, begging and sobbing for me just to push it in.”

He takes another sip nonchalantly, seeming the every so lazy and serene image of the olympic professional snowboarder. Jeon Jungkook.

But you...you’re a little bit on the opposite end, head curling in to hide the redness of your cheeks and torso bending over your crossed knees to cover the pants that you let out. Your clit throbs heavily against the slit of your panties that is pressed right against your wetness, and your fingers twitch to just reach down and rub one out.

But the stadium is too well-lit, and there are people sitting on the opposite side of the stadium who you can predict will be able to tell what’s going on if you did anything physically suspicious. So you’re stuck, stuck here listening to Jungkook whisper his plans for tonight into your ear, trying to smile to make it seem like you’re just discussing sweet, innocent things. Not the way his big cock was gonna slide through your wetness. Nope.

“And I’m gonna flip you over and then--”

“Y/N!”

Jungkook is cut off and the both of you dart your heads up in the direction of the sound of your name. Jimin, from a few stands down, waves up at you, smiling and gesturing for you to come down, since his skates wouldn’t let him climb up easily. You stand, setting your cup down and Jungkook follows you down and you three meet at the base of the stand steps. You can distinctly feel the burn of the gymnasts gazes on the side of your face, searing into your skin with glares so fierce that even the ignorant Jimin glances nervously in their direction.

“So,” he says, shaking out his hair and balancing all his equipment on the other shoulder. “How was the game?”

How was the game, really? You had no fucking clue because Jungkook spent most of it explaining how he would do you instead of trying to explain what the hell was going on. You half-ass it.

“Oh, yeah! That was pret-ty cool,” you cluck, smiling awkwardly. But Jimin seems to want you to go on, and so you hesitate before adding, “Jungkook was explaining how things work, you know...with...the puck and your sticks and all.” You smile guiltily, but Jimin buys it, sending you a charming grin.

“Great,” he smiles, running a hand through his hair. “You’re next right? I think I heard the figure skaters have the rink after us.” He glances behind you, giving Jungkook a nod. “’Sup man, nice to see you in these parts.”

Jungkook grins, arms crossed as he leans against the railing. “I’m here to see Y/N’s performance.”

Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh really? Didn’t know you two were close.”

You’re facing Jimin but can practically hear the fuckboy smirk in Jungkook’s tone. “Oh, yeah. We’re really close.” You turn to glare at him before whipping back and smiling sweetly at Jimin. “Yeah, I’m after. I think my coach is calling us to prep. Gotta go!”

You run off, waving at them, and see that Jimin turns to hit the showers and Jungkook sits back in the seats you two were sharing earlier. Jimin was probably gonna come back, but Jungkook was clearly intent on spending his time here.

Jogging over, you hear your coach reminding the others about some key points: “don’t be nervous, do it like you practiced, and don’t fucking get hurt.” You all nod and answer back, “Yes coach!” and she nods at you, seeming content. With a reassuring shoulder pat, she says, “Y/N you’re up. Go get your skates laced up while they’re clearing the ice.”

Before you turn to get your stuff, she hesitates frowning at your figure. “Did...did you gain some weight?” She says, gesturing to your thighs. You glance down, not really noticing anything different. “Uh...no,” you frown, pursing your lips.

She tsks disapprovingly. “Make sure you lose a couple more before the big day. Those extra pounds will really slow down your spins.”

You nod and jog over to grab your skates, threading the heavy duty laces through the metal prongs easily like it was muscle memory. You do a few stretches as you watch the zamboni glide over the ice, breathing in and breathing out to make sure you’re relaxed. Once the machine is safely tucked away, you enter on the ice, skating around the entirety of the rink and then situating yourself in the center in your starting pose, bent gracefully like a swan folded into its wings. Apparently, according to your coach.

As soon as the first tinkering notes of the piano begin, you unfurl, arms swinging out with precision and grace, and you immediately enter into the triple lutz and triple toe loop combination, finishing the move with a perfect spin, and then entering into the second triple toe with incredible speed.

You’re feeling good, and in the comfort of feeling good within the routine, you begin acting a little, putting on a graceful smile and a teasing glint in your eye that your coach instructed you to act upon. Your legs match the swells of the music, and everything seems to fade away, little by little, until the grande finale, where you’ve planned to finish the fourth triple toe with a little spin.

Turn, lift, and jump--Oh shit.

The foot you’re supposed to land on bends a little too far outwards, and you stumble, landing on the hard ice with a cry as your tailbone hits the cold surface without any limbs to obstruct your fall. Your ankle throbs as you hit the floor, and immediately, the music shuts off as Irene and Hoseok clamber over to you, your coach frowning from the music control pit and turning to come downstairs.

“Oh shit,” Irene frets, “you fell pretty hard, are you okay?”

Hoseok hovers behind her nodding. “Yeah, right on your tailbone.”

“Y/N!” All three of you look up to see Jungkook jogging up to you, slipping a little on the ice and giving up completely as he kneels next to you. “Are you okay?”

You wince when you try to stand, leaning on Jungkook support. Your ankle gives out under you, and you cry out when your sore butt hits the ice again. “Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, “We gotta get you to the medic.” Looping your arm around his shoulders and another under your knees, he easily lifts you up in his arms and Irene and Hoseok just worriedly watch Jungkook make his way over to the spongey floor and then start jogging towards the doors.

Coach catches up with you both, examining your ankle. “Y/N,” she frowns when you wince at the pressure she puts on your bone. “How does it feel?”

You sob, apologetic tears running down your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry,” you blubber, wiping at your cheeks, “I-I-I promise I won’t get hurt, just--”

“Shut up, Y/N,” Jungkook hisses, “Why are you even sorry? It wasn’t your fault.” He sends coach a withering glare as he outruns her, leaving her behind. On the way out the gym, Jimin catches the both of you, emerging from the locker rooms with a towel draped over his shoulders. His expression immediately falls at the sight of you sobbing in Jungkook’s arms.

“What happened?!” He calls after you, but no one answers him.

“Good news,” the medic explains, taking a look at your chart. “It’s not a sprain or a break. It’s just overused, and will be a little sore for the next few days. The tailbone will definitely bruise, but that’s basically the worst of it.”

He flips through the other parts of your info, frowning. “Y/N...” he mutters, glancing up at you. “Part of the figure skating team?”

You nod, glancing at Jungkook, who’s worriedly sitting by your side. “Yes,” you answer, “Is there something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “That explains your height to weight ratio. Just want to let you know that you don’t need to overexert yourself. You’re close to being underweight and a wrong move can lead to permanent damage. If you’re gonna be following a diet, you need to be strict on getting all your nutrients too.”

He frowns to himself, seeming to hesitate before he says the second part. “However, though, your coach called and asked me about your weight. You...did gain a few pounds since your first weigh-in at the beginning of the training. What is this...6 pounds? Your coach reminded me to tell you to makes sure it’s all muscle because the extra weight can affect your spins.”

He shrugs, rolling his eyes. “I hate telling girls this but we as medics operate within these Olympics for a reason. So, I’m prescribing you a few more vitamins and nutrients to help maintain your status quo, and I’m also banning you from any practice for the next three days. No skating, running, or even walking too much, if you want to step on that ice next week with a good performance. So you--” he points to Jungkook who straightens up, “Go get Y/N a wheelchair when you grab the prescriptions and make sure she gets absolutely no strain on that ankle. You hear me?”

“Thank you,” you tell him, and the old man nods as he walks away mumbling about Too skinny or something like that. Jungkook returns fairly quickly and helps guide you into the chair, pushing you towards the elevators.

You can hear the frown in his voice. “D-did he...are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, hands gripping the prescription.

“I heard what the medic said,” he says, rolling you into the elevator and pressing the button for the pharmacy. “About your weight.”

You shrug, thumbing at a stray thread on your arm. “It’s fine, it’s not a big deal until it starts affecting my jumps. Coach is just worried.”

He hums in response, wheeling you out to the window of the pharmacy and retreiving your vitamins. When he jogs back to you, he hands you the paper bag and faces you with a small smile. “Hey,” he says softly, kneeling down a bit to your eye level. “Where do you wanna go now?”

You blink up at him, feeling a bit empty and not sure of what else to do. “Can we go someplace quiet?” You whisper, biting your lip. You feel the tears coming soon and you don’t want anyone else to be able to see that part of you. Also you just want a big big hug.

He nods, cupping your cheek and whispering “okay,” as he stands and begins to wheel you towards his dorms. When the cold air of the winter hits the both of you, he removes his jacket and places it on your legging-clad legs.

Thankfully, this time around, all the athletes aren’t home because they’re either training or practicing. So getting up to Jungkook’s room isn’t as difficult as you’d thought, and thankfully he’s wheeling you into his room without running into anyone or any other problems. Immediately, he opens his closet and grabs you another sweater to place on top of your spandex longsleeve, and then cranks up the thermostat as much as he can.

Opening the covers of his bed, he then turns to you, and lifts you easily out of the wheelchair, and gently sets you in the middle of his bed, tucking the sheets around you.

He turns to leave, and you grip his sleeve.

“Where are you going?”

He smiles back at you. “Don’t you want something to eat? I was gonna make you some tea or grab you something from the cafeteria.”

You shake your head, tugging at his shirt. He obliges, slowly sinking into the mattress next to you, and you open the covers for him to come under. He wraps his arms around you, and you rest your head on his shoulder, your own arms wrapping around his small waist underneath the covers. His warmth is addicting, and you slip your cold hands under his shirt to press against the naked skin of his chest. But Jungkook doesn’t complain and just lets you, his lips pressed against your hair and legs tangled in within yours.

He feels the crying before he sees them, the shuddering motion of your shoulders and the wetness against his own arm alerting him that you were crying. From what he remembered, you never cried when you were sad. You only cried when you were close to giving up, so frustrated and helpless.

So he does what he can do, which is just to wrap you up even tighter within his arms, and just presses his lips against your forehead.

You’re sniffling, muffling your cries to make it seem like you’re not as sad as you really are, but Jungkook can tell, by the way your usually confident shoulders are hunched into his torso, and the way you hide your face into his chest instead of happily smiling up at him.

“What’s wrong?” He whispers, stroking your hair back as you wipe your tears away with a droopy sleeve.

You sniffle, rubbing your eyes until they’re dry enough for you to look at him properly. He’s inches away from your face and from here, even through your bleary vision, you can see the concern mottled in his expression and the genuine concern for your well-being. It felt warm. Nice.

You hadn’t felt that way in a while.

“Can you...can you just h-hold me please?” You whimper, and Jungkook nods sweetly, pulling you even closer and winding his arms around your back and securing you in place against his warm body. You can feel the muscle and the lean effort of all his training underneath his shirt, but right now, pressed against him, all you can really focus on is the steady heartbeat that thunders against your cheek, calming you down.

Training for the Olympics, although difficult to admit, was extremely stressful. It was always so physically demanding, but also mentally exhausting. The entire country was relying on you to beat the rival and win a gold this time, and it could make or break your career for the rest of your life. You had so many people on your shoulders. There was mom, who used to stay up nights sewing your costumes because you guys couldn’t afford the ridiculously expensive skating dresses, not until you started winning competition money. Or your coach, who was hard on you not just because you paid her to do it, but also because she cared to make sure you were feeling your best. Or Irene, and Hoseok, your amazing teammates who supported you through this, not distancing themselves from you when you started doing more rigorous training but instead sticking right by your side and encouraging you through it.

And then there was Jungkook.

He...he was so simple.

Physically, even, you felt no pressure. He wanted you, you wanted him. It was easy.

But emotionally, he was there for you. And he demanded nothing in return, and neither did you feel as pressured as you did with others to do so. Instead, that reciprocation came so naturally, whether it meant helping him plan out his finances for when he goes back home, or speaking to his mother who wanted to watch her son snowboard but couldn’t understand the directions to the hotel she was supposed to stay in, so you took the call while Jungkook was training and brought her in. Or even just giving him massages after his workouts to soothe the kink he always ended up getting near his ribs.

You felt at home with him.

Your breathe isn’t shuddering anymore and you’re just resting your eyes in his embrace when your phone buzzes in your pocket. Jungkook flinches at the sudden movement and you detach from him with a “sorry” and sit up to accept the call.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” It’s your coach’s voice. Your eyes fly open as you yank the device away from your cheek just to make sure that it was real. It was. Her name was scrolling across your screen as she continues talking, “Where the hell are you? I was told that you would be in bed rest for the rest of the day.”

“Oh, coach,” you say, staring at Jungkook with panic, “I-I’m on my way back.”

“With who? Jeon Jungkook, that snowboard player?”

“Y-yeah,” you say, motioning for Jungkook to get the wheelchair. “He helped me back, we’re walking right now.”

She groans, “I don’t care where you are, but you better check the news right now. Call me back when you’re ready to focus.” She hangs up quickly, and you let your phone fall from your face with shock.

“Hey,” Jungkook mutters, cradling you close as he helps you into the chair. “What was that?”

“It was coach,” you whisper back, trembling fingers tapping impatiently at your screen to open your internet and type in the first news engine you can find. You pan over to the sports section and immediately see the blaring headlines with your name and face on it.

GOSSIP: OLYMPIC FIGURE SKATER ON DATE WITH OLYMPIC SNOWBOARDER JEON JUNGKOOK

“I saw them cuddling together at the ddukkbokki stand near my house the other night,” says spectator A. “They looked pretty close.”

Dating speculations about olympic competitors Y/N and Jeon Jungkook have been circulating after witnesses saw the two cozying it up at late night hours at a small diner near the olympic village. A reporter from Dispatch News has also released pictures and evidence of their interactions, including their public date last week, and more individual sightings with Y/N wearing Jungkook’s olympic hoodie and Jungkook hanging around the ice rink a lot more often.

Both accusations have been bringing lots of criticism to both athletes, for the Olympics are but a week away from today. Many believe that the athletes should have been using the time at the Olympic village training and preparing for their competitions, and have been critiquing Y/N and Jungkook’s choices to be letting go of their focus and instead focusing on each other.

Both sides have yet to respond to the rumors.

Comments:

[+452, -89] Isn’t Y/N the one who lost to Jennie last year? Didn’t she promise that she would “work hard” to win the gold?

[+232, -102] i don’t blame her, jeon jungkook is so hot

[+34, -98] I heard that the Olympic Village is just an orgy of all the athletes. It would be naive for us to think our athletes were all innocent and didn’t participate

[+89, -22] honestly they’re all just enjoying their lives and their twenties why are we criticizing them so much?

- yydnr replied: [+231, -43] well do you get paid millions of won a year to date around?

[+94, -14] ugh we dont even know for sure chill everyone

Your fingers tremble as you let the device fall from your hands. Jungkook is on the phone with his coach too, and you stare up at him with teary eyes as the look of realization dawns on his face and he briskly walks over to you and yanks the phone out of your hands to see the screen. He scrolls for a bit and he breathes out heavily through his nose, rubbing his eyes as he hands the phone back to you and tilts his head back.

“Fuck,” he mutters, “coach, coach, I’ll handle it, okay, no. Yeah, she’s here. Yeah. Okay,” he says, sighing and plopping down next to you on the bed. “Okay, I’ll call you back.”

He hangs up the phone, letting it drop, but you can still see the screen lighting up with notifications and missed calls and texts, but he must have set it on do not disturb. He sees the way you tear up and he tries to lean in to hug you, but you lean away and push him away, tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N?”

He sounds so hurt.

But you turn and let your legs swing over the other side of the bed. You grab your phone, dialing Irene’s number.

“Y/N?” She sounds worried, “Where are you, are you okay?”

“Jungkook’s dorm...can you come get me please,” you whisper, and she hears the tears in your voice and immediately agrees to come get you.

“I-” you stutter, wiping away your tears and breathing in a deep shuddering breath, “I can’t d-do this, Jungkook,” you say, turning over your shoulder to look at him. He looks terrified, but he doesn’t move and continues to listen to you.

“There’s just too much at stake here,” you sniffle, shaking your head slowly. He mirrors you, shaking his head, “Y/N, no no no, what--”

“We can’t!” You exclaim, your voice breaking as you throw your hands up and sobs break out again. “We seriously can’t do this anymore, didn’t you see those comments on that article?”

“Y/N,” Jungkook argues, “Those comments don’t matter! It all doesn’t matter!”

“No but it does Jungkook! Those comments are right. Your life may not depend on this but mine does okay?”

“What are you even talking about?” he frowns, getting increasingly frustrated.

You turn to sit facing him and explain. “Look, Jungkook, you have a lot of brand deals and companies supporting you. If they figure out that you’re dating or anything of the sorts, especially during the Olympics, it’ll tarnish your image and all those brands will pull out. Then where will you get your income for the rest of the year that’s not the winter? Are you gonna go back to working at restaurants again? Is that what you want?” You urge, and Jungkook hardens at the mention of the last part.

You remember the way Jungkook finally decided to become a professional snowboarder. The thing with boarding was that other than the winter seasons, where he could probably compete, film promotionals, and model for winter clothing, there was no source of income unless brands were partnering with him to promote their athletic lines during off seasons. But here, image was everything, so if the public got even the slightest bit turned against Jungkook, then all those brands would pull out and he would have to resort to waiting tables, just like he’d done in high school, when his parents wouldn’t support his dreams and he had to support himself to attend the same camps that you and the other athletes did.

He’d worked so hard, and the times where he had to humble himself to resort to waiting tables whilst training incredibly hard for the Olympics, was such a hard time in his life, a time that you only knew about because you were hooking up with him during the athlete boot camp.

“And,” you continue, tears welling up again, “Jungkook, you know where I come from. I...I don’t have that leisure, to just give it all up. I don’t have brand deals like Jennie does, and I barely get commercials and competition prizes that at least cover the minimum expenses for my training, my skates, and my coach. I...I can’t do that to my mom. Even if this is the thing that I wanted the most,” you watch the way he perks up with a sinking heart, “Even if, I can’t do that to her. Not when you and I both know how hard she worked by herself to help me get to where I am now. I can’t.”

The moment you finish, two rapid knocks sound on the door and you and Jungkook look up warily to the sight of Seokjin and Irene standing there with apologetic expressions.

“You ready?” Irene whispers, and you nod, and she comes helps you get on the wheelchair. Jungkook just watches you and his hands reach out a bit when you stumble while getting up from the bed, but he lets you go.

You take one last look as Irene wheels you out of the room with Seokjin holding the door. Jungkook is sitting on his bed, hands clasped around his buzzing phone, watching you leave with red-rimmed eyes.

And you bury your face in your hands as you let the sobs rack your shoulders.

“One, two, three, four, turn, spin, and up!”

Your coach claps the right beats as you match her voice with your steps and perform the routine in your shoes.

It’s been a week since the ordeal happened, and like any other gossip mill, the scandal had faded out and gotten lost within another celebrity dating rumor that thankfully seemed to bury yours. For now.

In that week, you’d taken two days to heal completely, and then went back on the ice and trained literally 24/7. You couldn’t sleep properly either, so most of that time you spent either on the ice or stretching, or doing cardio. Your diet was stricter than ever, and according to this morning’s weight check, you were now 11.2 pounds lighter, meaning you’d shed the weight that you’d somehow gained so quickly with Jungkook and had lost extra weight on top of that.

Your turns were now tip-top shape, and your coach had stopped giving you those disapproving looks anymore and was now fully invested into making sure your routine would 100% perfect by the time it was your tournament.

Today was Tuesday, so you still had two days left until yours. Your performance was scheduled as second to last of the night, on Thursday, and so you had two full days to train and practice more before the final day.

You’re doing the stair master in the gym when Irene comes up to you and takes the machine aside yours.

“How are you feeling?” She murmurs, probably talking about the way you’d missed out on too much sleep the past few days.

“Fine,” you mutter, staring down at the screen of the machine. You’d been climbing for almost an hour and it was only at 300 calories. Literally the amount you’d drank in your protein shake for breakfast. You wipe some sweat off your brow.

“Are you sure?” she says, and reaches over to hold your hand.

“Yeah,” you say, turning to her with a sad smile. “Thanks. I’ll be okay even if i’m not okay.”

She bites her lip and furrows her brow. You told her the night she took you home, and she’d let you sleep in her bed as you cried yourself to sleep. She’d also taken the liberty to monitor the state of the article in your place, and make sure to delete all social media apps off your phone so you could focus.

It was why she was your best friend.

But no matter how much she helped you, how nice your coach was being and the encouragements your mom showered over you through your facetime sessions, it was impossible to fill that void that kept eating at your chest.

Going to sleep at night was so hard when the rooms were still cold with the heater turned on high, you missed the way Jungkook would curl himself against you, bundling you against his body and his warmth. Wearing your clothes just felt wrong because you missed the way his old clothes would just swallow you whole and make you feel safe and small. You even missed how you always had someone to call or text when you were bored or lonely or needed someone to talk to without having them make you feel like being an athlete was your entire life. No matter how many protein shakes you drank and calories you burned, the satisfactory feeling of just sharing a warm meal and drink with Jungkook was all you wanted to do right now to relieve the stress.

Irene’s hesitant voice shakes you out of your thoughts. “I’m asking because,” she begins, biting her lip and thinking hard.

“Because what?” You raise your brows, staring at her expectantly. Irene was usually a blunt person, and didn’t usually hesitate this much. “What’s wrong?”

“...because today’s his turn. For the games.” she whispers, wincing as she watches your expression go through a transition from realization, surprise, guilt, devastation, and nonchalance.

“Oh,” you turn back to your screen, not really feeling anything good when the 399 ticks to the 400 calorie mark. “Well, good luck to him.”

Irene stops her machine, smiling sadly at you. “It’s tonight at 6 if you want to watch with Hoseok and me. We’re watching for Seokjin, and...well you should be there too.”

You smile back at her, thanking her for caring, and turn back and raise the speed of the stairmaster. You couldn’t show up. There were going to be a thousand reporters and there was no way that your presence at his tournament would ever bode well, for you, for the tabloids, your mom, your coach, your career, anything and everything.

But as you step off the stairmaster with wobbly legs and a sweaty brow, your eyes linger on the televisions that hang over the running machines, automatically set to the games channel, where you can already see a couple other snowboarders having their interviews.

Taking a swig of your water, you sit yourself on the other side of the gym on one of the hip abduction machines, staring at the tv’s while pretending to do some 40 pound leg openers. You’re squinting a bit through the pain as you stare at the screen, hoping to catch the schedule of when Jungkook’s team was ready, but then Irene shows up again.

“What the heck, why are you suddenly doing hip abductions Y/N?” She frowns, curling her lip at the heavy lifting machine. “We don’t do that.”

You don’t answer her, and she follows your line of sight to the televisions. “Oh,” she mutters, smiling down at you sadly. “Ugh, Y/n,” she grabs your arm to catch your attention. You stare up at her, removing your earphones. “Irene! What’s up?”

She points blatantly at the tv. “I know you’re just doing these weights because you wanna watch the games without being obvious. C’mon, how long have I known you now? 10, 11 years? You think I won’t know that you want to go watch? Just go.”

“I can’t,” you hiss, pushing her back and leading her into somewhere less crowded. “You saw those comments on the tabloid. If anyone sees me or anyone who looks like me near the slopes, they’ll attack me, and even worse, Jungkook.”

“Aw,” she pats your arm, “You’re worried about him.”

You frown, swatting her hand away. “No, I’m not. I’m only worried about it because if I can’t appeal to the public then no matter what I win, those deals and cf’s that are supposed to make me money won’t come in.”

She nudges you with a knowing smile. “Whatever you say, y/n. Cause I definitely think you’re worried and I am 100% sure that you are totally, and completely in love with him.”

You stare at her in shock. “Love?”

“Yes,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “I know you’re the ice princess and there has yet to be anyone to melt your cold cold heart, but you need to let go and just let him love you, okay? And you need to acknowledge that you have feelings for this guy. It’s been way too long since I’ve ever seen you feel like this towards anyone. So just go for it.”

“But I can’t!” you throw your hands in the air, collapsing into an empty stationary bike. “Irene, you know that if I go there, they’ll rip us apart like hyenas.”

She thinks a bit, furrowing her pretty face.

“Do you have anything to wear that’ll cover you up, but Jungkook will recognize?”

“This better work,” you mutter, shoving your way through the crowd, and burrowing your face into the neck of the yellow ski jacket that Jungkook gave you that one time he invited you to watch him train. It engulfed your figure whole, and so you wore a turtleneck and a hoodie underneath, tucking the fabric up over your chin to cover your features and wearing the bulkiest pair of pants to cover your legs. You’d gone back to the shop and borrowed the same pair of snow boots to wear as you trekked out to where Jungkook would be competing.

Thankfully, because of the weather, others were dressed similarly, decked from head to toe in protective winter gear, even with masks over the lower half of their faces. But the only thing that made you stand out was the obnoxiously bright color of your jacket. Hopefully, though, the blatant obviousness would be exactly the reason why people would avoid you, and Jungkook, would see you today.

You hustle within the crowd, trying to jostle your way into a better view of the slopes. Jungkook is currently at the top of the slope, adjusting his goggles and high fiving his teammates as he gets ready for the run of the day. The announcer’s voices filter through your earphones, and you listen as they introduce the athlete statistics.

“Alright, Minhyuk-ssi, so we have athlete Jeon Jungkook with us here today, the second to last competitor of the night. Imagine what it’s like, to be standing there on the top of the slope for the second time in your life, aiming to get your second gold!”

“Yes, Seungkwan-ssi, it looks really promising today,” Minhyuk nods on the screen of your iphone. “Jeon Jungkook, 22, representing the Republic of Korea and competing for the second time! The last winter Olympics, he stole the gold medal title as the youngest athlete to ever win the Men’s gold, and today he’s back to establish yet another milestone as the youngest ever athlete to win two back to back gold medals!”

Seungkwan leans forward, and the screen pans to the sight that you’re seeing with your bare eyes, Jungkook on the top of the slope. “Alright, he’s currently getting himself ready. Lot of pressure, lot of anxiety probably. And there he goes.”

You can see from down the slope the familiar image of Jungkook’s figure speeding recklessly down the steep slope with his left foot placed directly behind his right, not braking at all as he speeds incredibly fast towards the first two peaks.

Minhyuk comments quickly, “Okay, there he goes, up and over the hitching post, and easily over to the tail slide of the box there.”

Jungkook easily slides over the boxes, the bottom of his board scraping loudly and slamming with an echoing smack when he lands on the leveled ice. The people around you cheer politely, and you narrow your eyes at the sight and focus on the commentary of the announcers.

“And he nails the triple rotation 720, easily,” Seungkwan comments, as Jungkook sails through the air.

Minhyuk finishes off the rest of his commentary as Jungkook goes through some routine simple flips and tricks. “Now, Seungkwan-ssi, this last one, the triple cork 1440 with three head dips, it’s a difficult one. Jungkook tends to over-rotate his upper body when he’s nervous, but let’s hope he executes this one well. There he goes!”

With the escalation of the announcer’s voice, the entire crowd silences in anticipation as Jungkook speeds incredibly fast towards the last huge hill, and as soon as his board leaves the ramp, he rotates his body, and flips once, twice, three times, and four! His board lands with a thwack against the snow and he raises his arms in a cheer that’s drowned out by the way the crowd explodes in cheers and shouts of his name.

You shove the phone into your pocket, now trying your hardest to see what’s going on in the midst of all the fanfare and chants, but everyone begins crowding and shoving and jumping all at the same time that you’re drowned out and you can’t see a thing. But one thing that you can see is the score board located at the top of the hill, and everyone silences again as the announcers begin collecting points.

“For athlete Jeon Jungkook,” the voice booms, “88.02!”

The crowd erupts in cheers and immediately the screens change to the image of Jungkook hugging his coach and his teammates, smiling triumphantly and throwing his beanie and goggles off to raise a high fist in the air with a brilliant cheer. You weasle your way in between bodies, trying your hardest to fit your body through the crevices made between people hugging each other and cheering for Jungkook, eventually making your way to the edge of the crowd, against the fences.

You don’t say much, because you’re sure that if you do, you’ll just call more attention to yourself. But you wait, patiently, shoulders bustling against the pressure of the people behind you trying to get a look, and bracing your gloves fingers against the cold metal of the fence, rooting your spot in the front.

Slowly, Jungkook turns away from his friends and teammates, politely twisting around and surveying and waving to the crowd of supporters who have come to cheer for him. His crinkled eyes, pushed up by his huge smile, sweeps over the crowd, but they settle in your direction as his smile wavers and his arms raised high over his head pause a little in their waving. His eyes lock.

You wave back.

Decked in the whole getup, sunglasses that cover your forehead to your nose, a mask pulled over your nose and your lips, a turtleneck that covers your chin down, and the yellow hood pulled tight over your hair, there’s no way that anyone here except Jungkook would know.

You hope he sees.

But he resumes his waving, only faltering a milisecond before he just keeps going as if he’d never seen you at all. You slump, hand falling down as you give up resisting the excitedness of the crowd. They push you back furhter, and you let it take you to the outskirts, almost as if riding a current, until someone’s elbow sweeps over your head and knocks off your hood and your sunglasses.

The said perpetrator turns in his heels, an old man who was probably cheering for Jungkook, about to apologize, when he sees your face as you stand up straight from picking up the sunglasses. His eyes furrow and then round as the recognition crosses his face. “A-aren’t you--??!”

Before he knows it, you sprint back towards the directions of your dorms, and you don’t look back.

“Oh my god, how was it?!” Irene screeches when you stumble back into the dorm, shaking off the snow from your jacket and leaving on a rack to dry. She stands and helps you take off the chunky boots. “Did anyone see you?”

You rub your eyes. “Just one guy. But I ran away before he could even finish his sentence.”

She pats your back comfortingly. “He did well. For those of us who were watching the live stream, there was no sight of you, so thank goodness the cameras were just focused on Jungkook. You’ll be okay.” She guides you over the couch of your shared room, where Hoseok and a couple other teammates are watching in support of their childhood friend. “He’s doing his press conference,” she explains, “The athlete after him lost by a couple points. He got the gold medal.”

Your heart warms and blooms in five thousand different directions as the burden and anxiety on your shoulders falls, and you settle into the cozy cushions of the couch with a cup of hot tea that Hoseok hands you. Jungkook’s face is plastered on the huge HD tv, smiling as the reporters around him crowd to get a good shot of the new record-setting olympian. After his pictures, Jungkook is lead to a panel table where reporters begin asking him questions.

“First of all, Jungkook, we all want to congratulate you on your win.” The room erupts with claps and cheers. The reporter goes on. “How do you feel being the first and youngest olympian to win a back-to-back gold medal for the men’s snowboarding division?”

Jungkook’s face fills the screen, his dimples deep as his grins widely. “It’s so awesome, I’m so honored to be here right now and I’m so thankful for all my support and teammates for helping me to get to this place tonight.” He lifts the heavy metal around his neck and flashes it for all the cameras to see, smiling and grinning as the cameras begin flicking and flashing wildly.

“How hard was the training?” Someone shouts from the reporters.

“Not too bad, actually. Because this time around I knew what to expect both in terms of the physical and mental challenge of being in the Olympics, it was much easier this time around.”

“How about the next winter olympics?”

“I’m going to see how I do, but even winning one gold was way past my biggest and wildest dreams that I can’t really imagine how much farther I want to go. I have a feeling though for the next year or so, I’m going to take some time off to finally enjoy snowboarding as a hobby again, instead of my profession. It’s what keeps the creativity coming.”

“And about your scandal with y/n?!”

The cameras begin zooming in wildly as the channel tries to avoid panning toward the frantic gossip news reporter who’d somehow managed to make it into the questioning room. Jungkook’s expression twitches, the grin always staying proud on his face, but you can tell that he’s caught off guard. The room you’re sitting in goes quiet as Irene leans forward to listen to how Jungkook responds.

“This year,” Jungkook begins, clearing his throat, “was a year that harbored a lot of surprises and achievements that I’d never even dreamed of. I’m just really thankful for all the support that I got, whether it was from my teammates, fellow Olympians, or even close friends. I’m thankful for y/n, my team, my fans, and everyone I met during the games here, and I hope the best for all of them in the next coming games. Next question please.” He smiles as the camera gracefully pans to another sports news reporter who asks him how he felt about his teammates.

The room deflates in relief, and you’re sitting there, eyes glued to the screen that zooms into Jungkook’s flawless face, and you swallow thickly.

“Damn,” Hoseok breathes out, blinking between you and the screen, “Well that was uncalled for.”

Irene nods. “He answered well though. Guess that’s what being in the spotlight does for you. He didn’t affirm nor deny and just glossed past it. That was pretty smooth.”

You bite the rim of your cup.

Hoseok shakes his head though. “He didn’t deny it though, won’t that just cause more drama?”

Irene shrugs, turning to you. The others have shuffled out of the room, leaving you and your teammates to speak privately. “So, what are you guys? Since you broke up with him, are you guys just strangers? Friends?”

You shrug, half-mindedly stirring the tea. “I...I don’t know. We never were dating, anyways. So I don’t know what that means.”

“Y/N went to go see him though,” Hoseok comments. He turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “Did he see you?”

You shrug again, blinking at the yellow jacket that’s hung up on the coat rack to dry. “I’m really not sure. Even if he did see me, I’m not even sure if he recognized the jacket in the first place. I...I just don’t know.”

Irene pats your shoulder. “Don’t worry about it for now,” She says lowly, “The competition is the day after tomorrow, so you should get some rest.”

You nod and turn in for the night, crawling into your covers as Irene and Hoseok make their way to the rink to get in some more training. You curl into your sheets, staring at the empty screen of your phone, scrolling through day-old notifications, hoping that the familiar ding would sound and Jungkook’s name would light up.

But it doesn’t.

You’re positive he’d made eye contact with you, but in the craze of his win, did he even have the time to register that it was you? Sure, he’d even said so himself that the yellow jacket was one of his favorites, and there was no way anyone could miss the bright colors, but was it really enough for him to notice you within the crowd of onlookers? You’d been so nasty to him, “breaking up” as Irene called it with him in the worst way possible, and for you to show up suddenly in the jacket he’d left behind, you’d doubt the possibility if it were you.

Too many questions plague your mind that night. You don’t sleep well.

D-1

“One two three four, jump! Good, and don’t over rotate--!” Your coach’s voice rings over the ice, as you huff out and land perfectly on the blade of your skate, turning gracefully as you pirouette into the next part of the routine.

She’d insisted on you getting used to wearing the full outfit, so you were decked out in the beautiful sky-blue dress, the chiffon material skirting and flowing around your thighs, and the polished whites of your skates stiff against your ankles. Your hair was slicked back into a tight bun, and makeup was done by Irene as you skirted through the routine.

Your ankle doesn’t hurt much anymore, just a slight twinge. It only bothers you when you land wrong on the triple toe loop, but you were just going to have to be more careful about that or else coach would take you out immediately and stop you from competing. Better to bow out earlier than to tumble and fall on the ice, she’d always said.

You finish the routine with the signature flourish, and your teammates who were watching on the sidelines clap with loud cheers as you finish and skate over to the sidelines where coach nods approvingly. In the corner of your eye, you can see Jimin and Seokjin sitting on the bleachers, grinning widely and throwing thumbs up at you from where they are and you flash a big smile and wave at them to thank them for coming. Irene gets on the ice next, ready to go through her own routine.

Coach walks up to you with a neutral expression.

“How are you feeling?”

You look up from your skates and lean back on the bleachers. “I’m okay,” You say thoughtfully, “I just need some good rest tonight.” You lean down to tighten your laces.

She nods, crossing her arms. “Are you sure? I didn’t just mean physically.”

Your fingers freeze, and you look up to meet eyes with her. She sighs, uncrossing her arms and taking a seat next to you. “I know I’ve been hard on you,” she mutters, “But it’s because we all see the potential in you. You can do whatever the heck you want after the games, but during, you need to stay focused on what you’re really really passionate about.”

You take a look at her. “Coach...thanks. For everything.” Coach was a great great woman, she was kind, and driven. But you know that a particular reason why she’s been so hard on you is because she knows what it feels like to lose focus during a competition and reap the consequences. The last olympics she ever did was the same one where her rival had won a world record, and feeling nervous for her own score, had tried to add a bit more flourish to her practiced routine and tumbled on the ice because of it. She’d twisted her ankle during the fall and had thus ended her professional career on the ice that she’d once loved and thought she’d be on forever.

She nods, and then stands, brushing off her pants. “Um,” she says awkwardly, “There’s someone here to see you... Might help you put a lot of your thoughts to rest before the games.”

You frown as she walks away, and then Jungkook rounds the corner.

Your jaw falls open as your fingers still on the laces of your skates. He hesitates as he sees your expression, but nonetheless kneels in front of you and grasps the laces from your fingers and begins tightening them like he did with your snow boots.

“What...what are you doing here?” You whisper, glancing around to see if there are any reporters around.

He doesn’t say much, but just finishes tying your skates and then just leans back to look up at you. His dark circles are horrible, mirroring yours. “I asked your coach to let me see you. I wanted to say something before the games started.”

You frown, staring down at your knees. “I...”

“Wait,” he cuts you off, taking your hand in his and stroking your knuckles with his thumb. “I just came here to say this one thing. I saw you there. During my win. And that made me think a lot. And I’ve come to this conclusion:” he looks up at you, staring at you for a moment before continues. “We’re both really young, and at the peak of our careers. I know what you’re scared of, and I know what’s at stake. We have to prioritize our careers, and our goals. So I understand where you came from, but I also want to prioritize my dreams. And my dream is to be with the one I really care for.”

Your eyes widen, “Jungkoo--”

“--And I know your competition is tomorrow, so I wanted to tell you this before you compete: I support you and I’ll do anything you decide. It’s all in your hands, and I trust you. So, go out there, and kill ‘em.” He smiles, squeezing your hand once and fingers reaching out to brush your cheek. He leaves after that, leaving you on the verge of tears.

In the corner of your eye, coach nods at you, in mutual understanding, and walks away.

D-day.

“And now we welcome, Y/N, the final competitor of tonight’s female figure skating competition.”

You slide onto the ice with a smile, keeping your eyes on the ice and making sure it wasn’t too scratched up. You skate around the rink, getting a feel for the entire circle and then slowly centering yourself on the ice.

Jungkook watches from home, leaning into the television to get a better glimpse of the live stream. The announcer begins his commentary as you skate around and begin to center.

“We’ve seen Y/N a lot these days, and it’s her second Olympics of her career. What do you think is in store for her today, Hani?”

“Well, Seungkwan, Y/N is one of the ones I’ve been looking forward to. Last year was a bit of a rocky run, she just barely missed first place to Jennie Kim by a couple of points because of a sharper turn, but she’s been training hard for the last four years to compete today.”

“Yes. She’s outrageously popular, not just as an athlete, but for actually becoming an ice princess, because of how steely her focus is when she’s on the ice. She absolutely embodies the music and her motions are so in tune with her skating techniques for her age. It’s absolutely breathtaking.”

“Will she be able to handle today’s competition though? We’ll find out. Jennie Kim in the lead with a 216.73. After Y/N’s short program score of 74.92, she’ll need at least 141.82 to get that gold tonight.”

The camera zooms in on your figure, crouched low as you flutter your hands around you gracefully as you get into your starting position. The low notes of the piano sounds out, and you begin to spin gracefully, meeting the judge’s eyes with a playful smile.

“It’ll be this first combination that starts us off, the triple-triple combination, and OH! Yes! She lands it beautifully,” you spread your arms out as you do a beautiful twirl.

“And then the triple loop?! Wonderful! A little smile after that difficult move,” Hani comments as you grin a bit at how clean the jump was. You twirl and land a couple more simple spins and the usual footwork.

The music slows down into a swell of strings, signaling the end of the number. Jungkook watches, mesmerized as you glide effortlessly over the ice, just as he’d watched you do during practice.

“The last hurdle in this performance,” Seungkwan comments, “the triple lutz...?! Yes! Perfect! Oh my god this is one of the greatest performances I have ever seen!”

The music swells and swells as you finish off with a flourish of your arms. The crowd jumps to their feet and cheers, and Jungkook and his teammates do too, clapping for you. You’re crying, as he watches you on the screen, collapsing to a crouch on the ice as you sob, shoulders racking as you try to collect yourself and wave to the crowd. The small ice skaters come in their cute little uniforms, collecting the roses that have been thrown to you after the performance.

You clambor off the ice, meeting your coach and your mom in a huge hug, and Hoseok and Irene smiling at you from a bit off. It was everything you’d hoped for, and your body wracked with tears as you sob into the sweater of your mother’s comforting arms. Your ankle buckles under you, giving way to all the pressure and the pain and the burden that was suddenly lifted off your shoulders, your coach yelping and lunging forward to catch you.

She helps you to the bench, in the kiss and cry area where cameras are loaded and ready to film your reaction to your score. The announcement comes quickly.

“The scores please for F/N L/N of the Republic of Korea.”

“She has earned a 150.06, which is a seasons best!” The crowd erupts in cheers and screams and your coach bursts into tears and turns over to hug you. You’re frozen in fear and surprise and shock and it all crashes when you burst into tears, haphazardly waving back at the audience and thanking them for their support.

The rest of the night is a blur of emotions and pictures and interviews and ceremonies and hugs and kisses. You barely have time to catch your breath and wipe away the makeup smears before the next news or tabloid is shoving their cameras and mics in your face, asking and congratulating you. Your coach and mom stay close, holding your flowers and fan gifts closely, making sure you don’t break down. Most importantly, your coach makes sure you stay in one place, not putting too much strain on your already aching ankle.

Finally, it’s time for the official press conference, and coach guides you towards the table set up for you. You take the seat, smiling and trying to keep your eyes open at the onslaught of flashing cameras and yelling reporters.

It begins. “Miss Y/N!” A BBC reporter asks, “How hard did you train to achieve this feat? The performance was amazing!”

You smile, “Thank you so much. After getting silver four years ago, I really wanted to make sure I was able to achieve my goals this time around. I trained everyday, for a really long time, and made sure I was taking care of my mental and physical health.”

Another tabloid reporter pops up with a smirk, “Was this also with the help of your friends? Any specific people in mind? Like a fellow medalist perhaps?”

You see your coach perk up in the corner, her posture becoming stiff as she catches your eye and shakes her head no. You both know where this question is headed.

You smile. “I had a lot of support from my teammates and my family at that time. My coach and I made sure that I was surrounded with as many loved ones as possible. Thanks to them, and my fans, I was able to power through! My regimen was pretty demanding, such as waking up early and having to train everyday and build up some more strength, but I’m grateful for this medal, and will continue training even harder so I won’t let anyone down.”

Easily, the conversation shifts to topics regarding your training, but you can clearly see the sly disappointment on the reporter’s face as she sits down with a huff. The press conference continues easily, and your cheeks start to hurt from smiling too much and your fingers grip the mic too hard for it to be comfortable. It ends easily, though, and your coach and friends happily escort you down the stage and into the waiting room.

It was over. It was finally over.

Coach lets you go with your mom to a her hotel that night. You lug your suitcase in with you, following in her footsteps.

She smiles at you as she settles on the bed, patting the seat next to her. You smile as you settle into the soft mattress, sinking into the warm cushion and shrugging off your coat.

“How are you feeling?” She murmurs, tucking a hair behind your ear.

You shrug, fingers playing at the strap of your medal. “Not sure. I’ve been waiting for this day for ages, but now that it’s here, I’m not sure what to feel.”

She smiles, turning you a bit so that she can start taking out the stiff pins in your hair. Your scalp aches from the way it’s been held in its incredibly tight bun these past few days, and you sigh in relief as her gentle fingers begin caressing through the strands and removing all those sharp pins and tight elastics. Her fingers pass through your jawline, and she sighs.

“You’ve lost even more weight than before you left for the village.” She mutters, her voice tinged with worry.

You chuckle a bit tiredly, “Mom, you know I had to watch my weight. It’s fine. I feel fine.”

Her fingers hesitate, “You don’t seem fine.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

She finally finishes, running her hands freely through the length of your hair and letting it down. With a gentle hand on your shoulder, she turns you to face her, and her hands come up to frame your cheeks, stroking the skin there. “You’re my daughter, I think I know when you’re fine and when you’re not.”

A chuckle escapes your lips, and you think it might be a defense mechanism at this point. “What?”

“I heard, from coach. About the scandal.”

Your eyes drop to your lap, not being able to meet hers. “M-mom,” you stammer, but her hands gently guide your chin up to look back into her eyes. They glow in the warm golden light in the hotel room.

“I saw the way you two talked right before your performance,” she urges, a hand lifting to trace over your brow. It brings a twang to your heart, and your eyes begin to water. “I know, sweetie. You’ve worked so hard, and you’ve placed so much burden on your shoulders.” A tear escapes, and she catches it with her thumb. “I could never be any more proud of you, with or without that medal. I’m just proud of the fact that you’ve become a healthy, beautiful, woman. My best friend, my biggest supporter. I love you so much, honey.” She says, a tear escaping her own eye. “I don’t want you to think that you need to choose between me and your happiness. You can have it all. I want you to go for it. I don’t want you regret anything. Or else I’ll regret not being able to tell you to go for it.”

The tears break, streaming down your cheeks as your shoulders rack and your mouth opens in a wail that you’ve been holding in for the past two weeks.

“Mom!” you cry, collapsing into her arms, “I love him so much!”

She just nods and pats your back, smoothing her palm down and in soothing circles as you cry it out. You cry, all the weight from the competition and the performance and the scandal all collapsing on your shoulders with a heaviness that you wash away with your tears.

She whispers, “I never really talked a lot about your dad, did I?”

You sniffle, wiping away your tears and staring up at her. “Not much, why?”

She smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear. “He was really successful, he was a medical student, and set to take over his father’s hospital. But when he met me, he decided he wanted to pursue art, and he was so great at it. His parents were so against his career choice and him marrying me, but he was so happy,” she smiles, “He passed so soon, he wasn’t able to see you come all the way here, but I know that he’s watching. And you know what he would say if he were in your situation right now? He would tell you to go for it, to follow where your heart is leading you.”

Jungkook’s head shoots up when he hears a loud pounding on his door. Locking his phone shut, he takes out his earbuds and bounds up to open the door.

His eyes widen, “Y/N--”

You lunge forward with your arms stretched wide, wrapping around his middle and cuddling him close to yourself. He’s warm, his heart thudding loudly next to your ear and his shirt smelling exactly like him. “Wait, Y/N, what’s wrong?” He says, shutting the door and an arm coming to wrap around your shoulders.

You just bury your face into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin that makes your heart race. “I don’t want to leave here regretting that I didn’t get to say this.” you mutter into his neck, clutching the nylon of his athletic jacket between your fingers tightly. “I missed you, I’m so thankful for you, and I want to choose the one I love too.”

Jungkook’s body stiffens, and you screw your eyes shut. Maybe he was done with your indecisiveness. Maybe he was sick of waiting around for you, or maybe he was disappointed that you’re only saying this after both of you had won your medals. Maybe he thought you were a selfish bitch. His hands finally move from your shoulders to yours on his back, carefully unwrapping your fingers on his jacket. He pulls away, stepping back to look at your face.

You blink up at him. You’d prepared yourself for this. It wasn’t about him accepting you. It was about his decision, and his feelings.

But instead of pushing you away, and cursing at you, he squeezes your hands in his and smiles gently. “Are you sure?” He asks softly. “All the stuff you worked so hard for, it might end up being lost.”

You nod, smiling even though a few tears slip down your cheek. “I’m prepared for that. And honestly if this fame and hard work isn’t strong enough to withstand the reality of my happiness, then I don’t want it. I’ll work hard again anyway and build a reputation that matters. I’m sure of this, Jungkook. I want you.”

He doesn’t answer and just cradles your face between his hands and draws you in for a hard kiss. You sigh into it, hands wrapping around his wrists and stepping closer to him. But the both of you are smiling too much to be able to kiss properly, and it dissolves into giggles. You throw your arms around his neck and hug him properly again, laughing as he lifts you up and spins you.

You’d started skating when you were young because you thought those girls on the ice were like princesses in their pretty dresses and beautiful moves. You’d wished that maybe, just maybe, ice skating yourself would grant you a chance to a happily ever after too.

But you got something way better than a fairytale-princesses ending.

You got Jungkook.

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Aquatica

Chapter 4- The Enemy Below

I do not own D.C Comics, and I only own my OC and my versions of the plots.

BEEP BEEP BEEP I rolled over and slapped my hand on my alarm clock. I opened my eyes and looked at the numbers flashing on the screen, 9:15 pm. While most people are going to bed at this time, I was getting up to run around the rooftops of Gotham.

Doing my nightly patrols was actually pretty fun. It gave me a chance to exercise and use my powers in a less stressful situation than I would while with the Justice League. Usually when I work with the League, it's always an Earth-ending-life-and-death situation. That's not always the best time to test new stuff out with my powers. While patrolling Gotham, there wasn't a real sense of urgency. Most of the crimes that I stopped at night was robberies and small acts of vandalism by rowdy teens, no big deal.

I groaned and rolled out of bed. Usually I fall asleep in the early afternoon, but due to a flood in India that I had to help Superman with, I had only gotten about three hours of sleep. I went and turned on my coffee machine and headed to the bathroom to go take a shower and get changed into my leggings, leotard and jacket. I dried my hair and pulled it up into a half ponytail. I walked into the kitchen, poured myself some coffee and grabbed some leftover food from my fridge. I wolfed it all down, tied up my black combat boots, and climbed out of my fire escape onto my building's rooftop.

Since my building was in the middle of Gotham, I could see practically everything that went on. Usually I looked for the flashing lights of police cars in order to find a crime that I could help with. So far they have seemed grateful for my help, and nobody has had any problems with me helping them catch their criminals.

Tonight I didn't see any police lights, so I decided to go along the rooftops and find the criminals myself. Most of the time while jumping or flying from building to building I would catch a robbery happening in an alley. It was pretty easy from there to freeze the robber to the ground until the police got there. I could usually catch about twenty robbers a night, and a dozen more than that on the weekends. Yeah, that's how bad the crime in Gotham was. You would think people would learn not to do such stupid things, especially when Batman and I were out. Then again if these guys were smart they wouldn't be robbers.

I patrolled for a couple of hours catching about fifteen robbers, when a jet hovered above the building I was next to. I recognized it as the League's jet and I flew up to meet it. Inside was John, Diana, and Superman, and from the looks on their faces, I knew something was wrong. "What's up guys?" I asked.

"Evie, we need your help." Superman urgently said. "We have a sunken military submarine with officers trapped on it and we need to get them out." My eyes widened and I wasted no time hopping in the jet and strapping myself in.

"Do we have any idea what caused the sub to sink?" I asked.

"No, not yet." Diana said. I have only seen her a couple times since she joined the League, and I still wasn't a fan of hers. She had never been mean to me at all, so I really didn't have any reason to dislike her. As childish as it sounds, I just wasn't a fan of her personality. She thought men were beneath her, at least from the way I had heard her talk about the beliefs of Themyscara, the land she was from. Apparently the Amazon warriors thought men were not to be trusted and they were weak. Considering how Diana had never met a man up until about a month ago, I didn't think it was right for her to be so judgmental about them. But either way, I decided to act professional around her and be nice. Well as nice as I can be.

We had already left the city and were heading to the location where the sub was when Superman turned towards me and handed me something. "Here, I haven't given you a com link yet. This is one you can keep with you at all times, that way if you need something you won't have to find your own way up to the Watch Tower." I took the earpiece and stuck it in my ear. It was small and discreet so I could get away with wearing it all the time.

"Thanks." I said to him. He turned back around and started pressing more buttons on the jet. I felt the nose of the jet pitch forward and I assumed we were going to land. I wasn't expecting the whole jet to go underwater. I jumped in my seat as the jet crashed into the water and started diving down.

Superman must have sensed my uneasiness because he turned back around and looked at me. "You didn't know this thing could go underwater?"

I looked out the window at the dark water and looked back at him. "No, no clue." I weakly said. Superman just chuckled, but he grew serious when a beeping started going off on the monitor up front.

"I've locked on to their distress beacon. We're getting close." Diana said.

Superman had gotten up and looked out the front window. "We're not the only ones." He said pointing out a ship that was facing us underwater. It appeared to be a submarine, but it was sleeker and didn't look like anything our military used. We flew under it and we saw that their submarine dwarfed our ship. "We've got company." Superman said sitting back down and getting buckled back into his seat. We came back up over their ship, and they shot two missiles at us.

"Not for long." Green Lantern said, steering us out of the way of the two missiles. We rocked to the side as we dodged the missiles, and when we righted ourselves we flew past the submarine and over a rock structure that had different canyons carved through it. If we weren't being shot at I would have loved to stay and look at the view.

The sub followed us and kept shooting missiles at us, which we continued to dodge and block. Up ahead of us were two arches made of rock.

"G.L go through there! They won't be able to fit through." I told him. Their sub was way too big to get through both arches. G.L went through both arches and I turned around to see if the other sub did too. They hit the first arch and got stuck.

"Lost 'em." Green Lantern smugly said, before two more subs came up from the bottom of the sea floor and stopped in front of us. I just rolled my eyes. You never say stuff like that, it's only an invitation for more crap to come our way.

"You were saying?" Superman asked sarcastically. Green Lantern continued to dodge the missile attacks, but Superman had had enough. He stood up and opened a compartment on the ceiling of the jet. He took out a mask to wear underwater and handed me one. "Those sailors won't have a prayer if we keep playing cat and mouse, come on." I took my staff off my belt and put it on my seat so I didn't lose while fighting and it sunk so I couldn't find it ever again. Besides, I would have all the water I would need out there.

We left the jet just before a missile hit it. Lantern put a bubble over us and we went over to the subs to find a way to take them out. Now instead of missiles being shot, they were now individual beams. I was going through the water faster than I had ever gone before. I quickly zipped over to a sub and completely froze their guns, leaving them defenseless. I looked over and watched Superman punch the other subs guns so hard that the metal completely crumpled. Green Lantern went underneath and tore a hole straight through with his ring.

Superman and Wonder Woman each took a sub and pushed them together making the windows to the subs explode, while Lantern tore off the nose of one of them. I floated back through the water to make sure that no other guns were intact. The two subs were completely dysfunctional and they both sunk to the bottom. Once they hit each other the force created an explosion.

I looked back at the sub and failed to notice that a small army had come together in front of us until someone told us to halt. I looked over and saw two more submarines, two men on what looked like underwater jet skis, and another man who held a trident and wore gold plated armor with dark green pants and accents on it. One look at them and I knew who they were.

"Those are Atlantians…" I whispered to myself. The man in the gold must be Aquaman, king of Atlantis. He may not be on dry land all the time but I definitely knew who he was. Seeing as I'm a girl who can control water, it was absolutely awing to meet the man who can practically control the seven seas, and talk to sea creatures. Talk about meeting a role model. I wanted to swim right up to him and ask a million different questions about different ways I could use my powers, but judging by the glare he was giving us he wasn't too happy to see us.

"Man, that glare can compete with Bats' glare." I said.

"You've violated the sovereign borders of Atlantis. Leave at once or you will be destroyed." Aquaman said pointing his trident at us. Oookay, guess I'm not getting those questions answered.

Superman was in the front of the group so he spoke for us. "We apologize for the intrusion." He said, putting his hands up in surrender. "We were responding to a call for help."

Aquaman looked over to the sub, which was now sitting on a bunch of rocks. "They should've stayed on the surface where they belong."

"Please. The men on board, they'll drown." Diana pleaded with him. Aquaman raised an eyebrow, and thought for a second.

"Take the crew. But the vessel stays." He commanded.

"No way. That's a nuclear sub." Green Lantern said. I looked back at him like he was crazy, which I'm pretty sure he is. He pushed past Superman and made his way closer to Aquaman. I noticed that all of the guards had now tensed up and had a hand on their weapons.

"G.L, not now." I quietly said to him, but he brushed me off.

"If you think we're just going to walk away and leave it…"

"What makes you think you have a choice?" Aquaman interrupted. He did have a point, we were at an unfair advantage, seeing as the Atlantians were in a completely natural environment down here, and the only one of us who was feeling mostly comfortable underwater this deep was me. And I know that I probably wouldn't be able to stand up to a whole Atlantian army.

G.L's eyes glowed bright green and he went to go swim forward even more, but thankfully Superman stopped him. "He's right. Time's running out." He looked over at me. "Aquatica, do you think you can make an air bubble to get the crew out of the sub?" At first I forgot that he was talking to me since he used my hero name, but I guess since we were in front of people we didn't know he just wanted to be safe.

I remembered the question and I didn't even have to think about whether I could do it. "Sure, no problem." I shrugged. I swam over to the sub and separated the oxygen molecules from the hydrogen ones in order to form a huge bubble where the outside was made of water, but inside was made of air. I looked over at Aquaman and I was happy to see he looked impressed. I didn't get to think about it too long because soon enough the crew was put in my bubble and we were getting ready to leave.

"That's the last one." Superman called up to me. I closed off the small tunnel I made from the hole in the sub to the main part of my bubble, and started moving it up to the surface slowly. I couldn't go too fast for risk that I, or anyone else inside the bubble, would get the bends. That wouldn't be fun to deal with.

I broke the surface and saw that we were in the middle of a bad storm. Thunder and lightning were everywhere, the waves were choppy, and it was pouring down rain. The rain didn't bother me, in fact it made me stronger. The part that worried me was the thunder and lightning. The last thing I needed was to risk these people getting electrocuted. "Hey G.L, think you can take over here?" I asked him. I explained what I was worried about and he agreed with me. He put everyone in a giant green bubble and I went over and hopped in the jet.

Superman decided to stay outside and speak with Aquaman so it was just Diana and I in the jet. We sat in comfortable silence and I drew some pictures on the condensation that had formed on the windows. Childish, I know but hey, I didn't have anything else to do.

Green Lantern took the crew of the sub to the hospital in Metropolis while Superman, Diana, and I went back to the watchtower. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee. Since I didn't have much sleep last night I needed some help staying awake now. I walked back to the main floor with my mug in my hands. J'onn, Diana, and Flash were standing in a huddle talking, while Superman was on the phone. Judging by the way he was standing and the tone of his voice I assumed it was someone important on the other line, and that someone wasn't happy.

I walked over to the group just as Diana said "Aquaman's no madman. He's a king. He only wants to preserve and protect his own kind."

"So, who's gonna protect us from him?" G.L asked.

"I don't know, I kinda like the guy." I said.

"How can you say that?" G.L turned to me and asked. "He has one of our nuclear submarines!"

I fully turned towards Lantern. "He just wants to protect himself and his people. I can totally understand what he is thinking. Everybody up here on land doesn't think twice about polluting the water and going wherever they want, not caring about whose area they are invading. As someone who deals with water quite often, I can completely understand why Aquaman doesn't like us. It infuriates me every time I see garbage floating in the ocean, or dead sea animals killed because of plastic and toxins. That is his home, imagine how he feels." I said. "Do I agree with him keeping nuclear subs? No. But I can understand where he's coming from." I said taking a sip of my coffee. Apparently he didn't like my answer very much, and G.L stormed off, fuming.

I watched his retreating form and shook my head. "That guy needs to loosen up a bit." I said. I downed the last of my coffee and went back to the kitchen to clean my mug. I didn't have anything else planned for the day, so I figured I would go downstairs to my pool.

Did I not mention that the Watchtower has a pool? Cause it does! It's more of a giant diving well, you know, one of the really deep ones. It's awesome because I can sit in it and recharge my powers, or I can work on new things with my powers. It's also my hiding place. I can make an air bubble and hide down there for hours without anyone finding me. It's worked so far, so hopefully nobody will catch on to what I'm doing.

I went down to the pool and just floated on my back, listening to the water lap against the edges. I could feel the water repowering me and it woke me up a little more than the coffee did. J'onn said he thinks he understands why being in water helps me rejuvenate so much. Apparently there is more water in my system than that of a normal humans. Normal people are made of about 60 percent of water. I'm made up of 80 percent. It's not a problem, in fact it actually helps me when I'm sick or hurt. Instead of using medicine for minor stuff like scrapes or colds I can just sit in water for an hour and the symptoms are gone. The only downfall of being made up of this much water is I am more sensitive to the heat. Being outside on a hot summer day isn't life threating, but being in extreme heat for a long period of time can deplete my powers completely, or worse, kill me.

I was laying in the pool when I got called up through my earpiece. "Evie, you may want to come up here." J'onn said.

I sighed, hoping I was going to get a little more peace and quiet. "Sure thing J'onn, be right up." I pulled myself out of the pool, evaporated all the water off of me and headed upstairs. Not surprisingly, Green Lantern was ranting about something again.

"I knew we couldn't trust that fish man. The sub's been stripped and the plutonium is gone."

"And you think Aquaman's responsible?" Diana asked him.

"Who else princess?" G.L asked her sarcastically. "We've got to go back to Atlantis and get some straight answers."

I looked over to Superman. "If it's Aquaman you want, he's not in Atlantis." He said. I saw the news was on and the usual anchorman was reporting from what looked like the World Assembly building.

"According to eyewitness accounts Aquaman then forced his way past the guards and into a closed session of the World Assembly." The reporter said. "But as to why he's here or what he wants, we'll have to wait for further developments."

"Well that's one way to make yourself heard." I said, crossing my arms. "Maybe this is a good thing, it sounds like he wants to talk things over."

"Or he wants to kill us all." Green Lantern mumbled. Diana looked like she was about to retort and I rolled my eyes and walked over to look down at Earth. I didn't need to hear any more arguing from those two. The Earth looked so peaceful from up here, I wish we could get some of that peace here. I continued to stare at it and J'onn walked over to me, apparently now wanting to hear the arguments as well.

"How are you doing, Evie?" He asked me.

"I'm fine J'onn, how are you? Are you getting used to Earth's habits yet?"

"Some customs are strange, as is everything else. It is a lot to get used to." He said.

I chuckled, "I'm sure you'll be fine J'onn. If you have any questions or you just want to talk, you can just ask. I'd be happy to help."

"That is very kind of you Evie, thank you." He turned away from me and spoke to the rest of the group. "I believe we should go down and try to talk to Aquaman. Make sure he does not get into any trouble."

"You're right. Who knows what could happen." Superman said. Diana went to go get the jet ready to go while J'onn made sure everything in the Tower was secure. We were at the World Assembly building within minutes, and there was a horde of reporters outside.

"You guys go in and talk some sense into Aquaman, I'll stay out here and cover crowd control." I told them. They nodded and flew inside. I stayed outside and looked at all the people waiting to hear news from inside the meeting. A few minutes later the reporters swarmed the door just as Aquaman walked out. I made my way over to him to make sure none of the reporters got too close. In his bad mood, I'm sure Aquaman didn't need any cameras in his face.

The reporters had surrounded him and were asking him dozens of questions. He just glared at them and pushed past them. I was about five feet away from him when I called out to him. "Aquaman, wait!" I said. He ignored me and kept walking towards the street. I followed him and was quickly gaining ground when I heard a high pitched noise. I had just enough time to see something heading straight at us before it exploded. I was thrown back a couple feet and hit the concrete wall lining the sidewalk. I couldn't hear anything except a high pitched ringing in my ears and I saw double vision. I tried sitting up but I had the wind knocked out of me from the impact of the blast.

I looked up to see what the damage was, when I saw Aquaman laying on the ground struggling to get up. I sat up straight and a sharp pain shot through my ribs. Great, they're probably cracked or broken. I groaned and was able to stand on my feet, albeit I was a little wobbly. J'onn rushed over to me. "Evie, are you hurt?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.

I took a deep breath. "I'm fine, just a little banged up." I saw Superman pick up Aquaman, with Diana's help, and flew away. "How is he?" I asked.

J'onn looked grim. "It is hard to say, he was closer to the blast than you were. His injuries will be much more serious." I took a step and the pain in my ribs flared up again. Sensing this, J'onn said "Perhaps you should go to the hospital as well."

I kept walking. "I'm fine, honestly." From the look he was giving me I knew J'onn didn't believe a word I was saying. I sighed, "Fine, have it your way." I said. J'onn walked over, picked me up and flew me to the hospital they others had taken Aquaman to.

Soon enough I had a nurse checking my vitals and bandaging my ribs up. "These are just bruised sweetie, but make sure you don't overwork yourself for a couple days." She said to me. She was a cute old thing, old enough to be a grandmother but not so old that she you had to worry about her not properly doing her job.

"I'll do my best, but unless the criminals stop working for a few days, it'll be pretty unlikely." I said. She had just finished with the bandages when she lifted my shirt back down and patted my knee in a grandmotherly fashion.

"Well then, those bad guys won't know what hit 'em." She said. I smiled and put my jacket back on.

"Can you tell me where they took Aquaman?" I asked her. I should probably regroup with everyone in case crazier rocket launching people show up.

"He's in a special ward. Take the elevator to the top floor, you can't miss it."

I nodded. "Thank you." I got off the bed and was halfway over to the elevator when she stopped me.

"Here," she handed me a water bottle. "Drink this, you don't want to get dehydrated." I took the bottle and thanked her again. I followed her instructions and when I got off the elevator Diana, John, Superman and J'onn were waiting and watching the doctor work on Aquaman.

"How's he doing?" I asked. Everyone looked over at me and Superman was the first to walk over to me.

"How are you doing? You were pretty close to that explosion." He said.

I shrugged. "Just a couple bruised ribs, and some scrapes. Nothing I can't handle." I said. Just as I finished the door to the operating room opened and the doctor walked out.

"How bad is it?" Diana asked him.

The doctor took off his surgical mask and put his hand to his chin. "Hard to tell. His physiology is not like ours. It's unlike anything I've ever seen." Poor man, he looked so flustered. Superman stepped up.

"But can you help him?" He asked.

"I don't know." He said. I looked past him and saw a movement in the shadows. My muscles tensed and I thought it was going to be whoever shot the rocket at us, but it turns out it was just Bats.

"Then maybe I can." He said, finally stepping out of the shadows. "Get him on a gurney, I'm going to need a water tank." At first the doctor didn't know what to think, but seeing the look from Batman he was receiving, he was practically sprinting into the O.R.

They pushed Aquaman through the hospital and into a room that had a water tank set up in it. Batman had gone ahead to get the tank ready and when the gurney came in the room, Superman lifted Aquaman up and put him in the tank. The rest of us had spilled into the room and watched as the beeping on the monitors evened out.

The doctor turned around. "His vitals, they're stabilizing." He said astounded. Batman walked over to the heart monitor and handed the doctor some papers.

"Maintain saline at 3.5 percent." He told him. He talked to the doctor some more but I had just turned around and watched Aquaman in the tank. Putting him in water makes sense since he lives there anyway, I thought. He must rejuvenate in water just like I do. I turned to see that the doctor had left and everyone had gathered around the tank.

"Same goes to you Evie." Batman said.

"Huh?" I said, coming out of my thoughts.

"Drink the water, it'll heal your ribs." I looked down and in all the commotion I forgot that I still had my water.

"Right, thanks…wait how did you know my ribs were hurt?" I asked him. He hadn't been around when I had gotten here, and my bandages were covered. Bats chose to ignore my question and he turned back towards the tank. I rolled my eyes at his mysteriousness and took a sip of my water. Immediately, the pain in my ribs had faded and I didn't feel the sting from my scrapes anymore. I smiled to myself, this is a major perk.

About half an hour later, I was sitting on the hospital bed, twirling my staff between my fingers, a habit I had picked up for when I was bored. Green Lantern was looking out the window and the rest of them had huddled around the tank.

"He's coming around." Superman said, startling me. It had been absolutely silent for the past half an hour and his voice was really loud. I got up off the bed and walked over to the tank while putting my staff away.

Green Lantern strode forward and went right up to the tank. "Good. Now maybe we can get some answers." He said. Of course he would still be upset. Don't give him a break since he almost died, let's interrogate him as soon as he wakes up. "What did you do with the plutonium?" He asked, literally banging on the glass. I raised my eyebrow, is this guy serious?

"Hey Green Bean, could you not bang on the glass like an impatient child at the zoo?" I asked him. Was giving him an attitude the smartest thing to do? No. But I don't really have a filter. Before he could crush me with the power of his ring, Aquaman woke up and floated up to the top of the tank.

"Plutonium?" He asked. He pulled himself out of the tank and took the suction monitors off his chest.

"From the submarine. You stole it." Green Lantern said. I closed my eyes and smacked my palm to my forehead. Let's not ask the Atlantian how he feels since he almost died, let's ask him if he stole our nuclear devices. Nice bedside manners, John.

"My orders were to leave that vessel where it lay." Aquaman said, sounding quite angry.

Green Lantern getting in his face probably wasn't helping the situation. "And you expect us to believe that?"

"Believe what you want. Someone tried to kill me and I need to find out who."

I scoffed, "Yeah, join the club." He looked up at me and my eyes widened once I realized what I had said. "Not to be rude or anything, I mean you have every right to go looking for them." I stammered out. "I was just collateral damage, it was really you they were after. Not that it's a good thing, cause it's not. I'm just saying you're more important than I am…not that I'm not important, it's just cause you're royalty and I'm not and…" I finally stopped when Batman elbowed me in the ribs. Everybody in the room was now looking at me strangely. "Sorry." I whispered out, looking down at my boots.

"You go by Aquatica, do you not?" Aquaman asked me. I was stunned for a second. I just sounded like a lunatic, why was he talking to me?

"Yes, that's my hero name, but if you want you can call me Evie." I somehow managed to squeak out.

"I'm sorry you were hurt when it was me they were after." He said. "I've seen what you can do with water, it is quite interesting how someone from the land can control the water so fluently."

I almost fainted right then and there. Aquaman, the King of Atlantis, was complementing me on how I control water. I stammered out a quiet thank you, and then I started grinning like an idiot. Somehow, despite how crazy I looked, Aquaman managed to give me a soft smile.

Aquaman grew quite serious again, and he headed for the door, looking to leave.

"Wait, I can help." Batman said, stepping forward. "But you're going to have to trust me." Aquaman paused for a second, then he turned around and walked back into the room. We started discussing a plan to lure the would-be assassin out of hiding in order for them to finish off the job. J'onn would morph himself into Aquaman and be taken out by stretcher. The rest of us would be waiting for the assassin, and before he can do any real damage, we would catch him. Sounds easier said than done.

Night fell and we started our trap. The news crews were waiting outside along with an ambulance, after word had spread that Aquaman was being moved to a different facility to receive treatment. I was on the roof with Wonder Woman while Bats and Superman were on a rooftop across from us. We were all looking for any signs of the assassin. "I hope this plan of yours works, Batman." Diana said into her com link.

"Just keep your eyes open." He said. Not even five seconds later, the doors to the hospital opened and Aquaman was rolled out on a gurney. Immediately the news reporters and photographers were swarming him, trying to get a picture of the Atlantian. While everyone else was busy looking at Aquaman, I glanced down and saw somebody dressed in a parka and snow hat crouching behind a mail box. I believe I just found the assassin. He could have blended in a little more, it isn't December. I thought. Plus, the poor guy has to be dying under that parka.

"Guys, isn't it a little hot for winter clothes?" I said looking down at him. Just as I said it, he pulled out a missile launcher from his duffel bag.

"There!" Wonder Woman yelled out, pointing to the man. I rolled my eyes at that. No. Really? The guy wearing winter clothes in the summer is our guy…and he's right there?! Gasp. I'm sorry, I can't control my sarcasm.

"I see him." Batman said, looking through his binoculars. Or batnoculars as I now call them. I don't know what he calls them but it's probably the boring old name for them. At least my word was more fun.

Just before the assassin could pull the trigger on the launcher, Batman had thrown a batarang and pushed it downward, so the rocket hit the ground and exploded before it could hit any people.

As soon as he realized that his plan failed, the assassin ran away and down an alley. Superman flew after him while Batman went to check on J'onn. I decided to follow Superman to see if he needed any help. Just as I turned the corner, I saw that Superman had bent over to pick up a manhole cover, but as soon as he touched it he was thrown back and electrocuted.

Batman and J'onn ran down the alley as I was bent over Superman checking to see if he was okay. J'onn phased through, and I swore I heard an engine going past even though there was no cars around us. J'onn told Diana that our would be assassin was heading her way.

"Do you have this?" I asked Batman. He looked back down at Superman and nodded. "Alright, I'm gonna go help Wonder Woman." I jumped in the air and a disc was created under my feet. God, I loved doing that! I flew to where Wonder Woman should be positioned at.

There was a giant crash as Diana pounded her way through the ground. I waited to see what would happen, and there was another smaller portion of concrete that crumbled down again. "I don't think that was supposed to happen." I muttered to myself. I heard the engine of the assassin and I flew down into the original hole that Wonder Woman made.

I caught up with him after a few turns and I smirked. Wrong move going in the sewers buddy. I decided to mess with him a little bit. I froze his motorcycle so it stopped suddenly and he was thrown forward into the water. I stopped my disc and just hovered in the air a couple feet away from him. He was groaning and struggling to get up. I guess I threw him a little too hard.

"Next time, don't run from someone who controls water in a giant tube full of water." I said to him. There was a splash behind me and Batman was standing there. I pretended to dust my hands off and turned towards him. "Well, now that that's done would you mind cuffing him? I'm sure you have handcuffs with you, right?" Even from here I could see Batman roll his eyes at me but nonetheless he walked forward.

"Don't move." Batman growled out. I finally got a chance to look at the man, even if it was for a brief second. He wore a red and silver outfit, with what appeared to be a metal helmet that encased his whole head. He had a small red scope over his right eye, I assumed that helped him shoot. Before I was even done looking him over, he had rolled onto his back and threw a small silver circle in the air just above Batman's head.

My eyes widened and before I could do anything gas came out of the disc. The second it came near me I was thrown into a coughing fit so bad that I couldn't breathe. I barely saw through the gas the assassin running away, but I was coughing so bad I never would have been able to go after him.

The gas let up a few second later and I was able to draw a small breath. "What the hell was that?" I wheezed out. Through my watering eyes I could see Batman was doubled over coughing just as bad as I was. I gathered what little strength I had and raised the water levels up quickly until it reached the top of the ceiling and I brought it down just as fast.

The gas was gone and I gulped in some air, and I could hear that Bats was doing the same. "Sorry I got you wet, I had to get the gas off of you." My voice was all raspy from all the coughing.

"It's fine." Batman said, his voice gruffer than usual. He straightened himself up and looked down the pipe in the direction our guy had run down.

"I don't suppose you know where this pipe leads, do you?" I asked him.

"This isn't Gotham, I have no idea." He said. I nodded and started jogging down the path with Bats next to me.

"Wait, does that mean you know the sewers of Gotham too?" I asked him. He only smirked at me and didn't say anything while we continued to run. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me. How do you have time to actually go do things when you're memorizing maps of the sewer?"

He was saved from answering when we reached the nearest manhole. Thankfully it was uncovered, but it was still a good ten feet up. Before I could even think, Batman had grabbed my waist and pulled me to him before he used his grapple to get us both out of the sewer.

My cheeks instantly went red after being in such close proximity to him. I'm not saying I liked him or anything, it was just a little unnerving. Plus I could feel his muscles and let me tell you, they felt pretty good. Don't blame me, I may be a hero but I am still a girl. I notice these things.

Once I steadied myself on the ground I muttered a thanks, trying to let him avoid seeing my red cheeks. I doubt he did but like the silent man he is, he didn't say anything. "Come on, Superman is following him." Bats said before using a grapple to get up into the air.

"Oh, right…yeah." I had almost forgotten we were following an assassin. I jumped on a disc and followed behind Bats. We rounded the corner and saw a green van on fire and Superman holding our assassin. "Do you know who this guy is?" I asked Bats.

"His name is Deadshot. He's one of the most deadly assassins out there. He hardly misses a target."

"Well, I hate to mess up his record." I said not sounding very sorry at all. We walked over to Superman just as Wonder Woman and J'onn did.

"Gee, why would a hired gun try to shoot somebody?" he asked, laying the sarcasm on thick. "Could it be that someone paid me to?" If he wasn't a bad guy I probably would have laughed at how sarcastic he sounded. A man after my own heart.

"Who?" Wonder Woman asked him.

"Oh come on babe, you know I can't tell you that. Professional ethics." He said. I could practically hear his eyes roll as he said that.

"Oh please," I said stepping forward. "You have no ethics. Just tell us who payed you already." I snapped out. I didn't feel like standing out here all night just so some jerk can mess with us.

"So you're the girl that can control water." He said. He looked me up and down and my skin crawled. "Tell me, are there any other liquids you can control? Cause sweetheart, I would love to find out." My eyes widened as I understood double meaning behind what he said.

"What did you just say to me?" I growled out. I walked forward and practically ripped Deadshot out of Superman's grasp and held him up by the front of his suit. "Would you like me to freeze that area of your body, sweetheart?" I practically spit at him. "Cause I can guarantee that would get you singing like a song bird."

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I whipped my head around. "I'll take it from here." Batman said. I looked back at Deadshot to see that his eyes had gone wide. I shoved him into Batman's grip and took a step back.

I looked down and saw my hands were shaking, that's how mad I was. I'm a woman, not a piece of meat. I got enough of that kind of stuff in the Navy by the guys who didn't think I was worth anything. I certainly wasn't going to take it from some scumbag who shoots people. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Okay. I'll tell, I'll tell." Deadshot said. I was very pleased to hear that he sounded panicked.

"What did he say to him?" I asked Superman, curious of what Bats could have said to make him flip that fast.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Superman said. Well alrighty then.

The pair walked back over to us and Batman pushed him towards us. Deadshot dusted off his shoulder where Batman had touched him. "Who hired you?"

"I don't know. I don't ask questions." He said. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. A whole lot of help this guy was.

"Not good enough. How were you paid?" Batman said.

"In gold. See?" Deadshot looked over to an overturned chest that had an enormous amount of gold coming out of it. With the heated discussion between him and me, no one had noticed it.

"That has to be worth thousands of dollars." I said. Batman went over and picked up a piece and looked at it closely.

"Spanish doubloons." He said.

"Where would they get coins like this?" Wonder Woman asked.

I snorted "I don't know, maybe some pirates hired him." Everyone looked at me a little annoyed, except Deadshot who let out a loud snort. I looked at him furiously. "I don't remember talking to you." I said. His eyes widened and he didn't say anything else. I looked up and everyone was still looking at me. "Sorry." I said looking down at my boots. I really needed to stop doing that every time I get embarrassed, it was starting to become a bad habit.

"Atlantis. That is where you would get these coins." J'onn said. I realized he was right. With all the sunken ships and shipwrecks that have happened, especially during the times of the Spanish conquistadors, they would have plenty of treasure to just give away.

"We've got to warn Aquaman." Superman said.

"Too late." I looked up and Green Lantern was hovering above us before he dropped down onto the ground. "That royal pain in the neck's already gone. And I couldn't stop him."

"Hera help him." Wonder Woman said. I internally rolled my eyes at that, and then a thought popped into my head.

"Wait," I said. "Does this mean we are going to Atlantis?" I asked excitedly.

"It would seem so." Superman said. I squealed inside. Atlantis! The city underwater, where everyone there could control water and were super cool and watery! I wanted to jump up and down, I was so ready to go. "Come on, let's go."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Deadshot trying to nonchalantly creep away. "Not so fast." I said. He tried to run and I decided it was time for payback. I froze him directly to the ground in a giant bunch of ice. "This should hold him until the police arrive." I said. Superman chuckled and walked past me.

Deadshot was struggling to get out to absolutely no avail. We all filed past him, with Bats and I going past him last. "Aw come on sweetie, a little help here?" He shivered out. I just laughed and kept walking.

"Sorry, but you aren't getting out of there. Next time you should watch your mouth." I called over my shoulder.

"That was a little harsh, don't you think?" Batman asked me.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'. "He deserves it." I looked up and Batman was smirking again. "By the way, what did you say to him?" I asked.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." He said and quickened his pace so he was walking in front of me. I shrugged my shoulders. If he didn't want me to know, it's probably for the best.

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Diana had gone to get the jet when the rest of us stayed behind and waited for her. We started discussing plans for how we would talk to Aquaman once we get to Atlantis. I had noticed that Batman had been very quiet and stood farther back away from the group. I walked over to him.

"Everything alright? You're even more quiet than usual."

"I'm fine." He said, not even bothering to turn towards me. "I'm not going with you guys to Atlantis. I'll stay up here and keep an eye on everything."

I guess I should have known that Bats wouldn't want to go with the rest of us. Even though he had been helping the League with the big dangers, he still preferred to work alone. "Alright, that's probably a good idea." I said. If something were to happen up here than none of us would know. "Let us know if you need anything." I had already turned and headed back towards the group when I heard the familiar sound of Bats' grapple shooting up. By the time I turned back around, he had disappeared in the shadows.

Diana had come back with the jet, so we all had piled in and headed towards the ocean. We dove under the waves and were off to Atlantis. This trip seemed longer than when we came to rescue the ship, and I started to get anxious. Despite working with the League for over a month now, I still got nervous before our encounters with the bad guys.

"We're almost there." Diana said breaking the silence. "Atlantis is just beyond that reef." I pushed aside my nerves and focused more on my excitement. I was going to go see Atlantis! I wondered what it looked like, if the buildings were made of gold, or coral, or old ships; I wasn't sure what to expect. It would be so cool to see a city that is completely underwater.

"Don't expect them to welcome us with open arms." Green Lantern said, and with that my excitement was swept away and my nerves had come back to take its place. Thanks G.L.

"Set the ship down here." Superman suggested. "Maybe we can slip under their defenses."

"Yeah, I doubt that. We are in their ocean. They probably knew we were here five minutes ago." I said. I love being right sometimes because no sooner had I said that, two explosions rocked the ship.

"Evie is right. They've already seen us." J'onn said. We all looked out the front window of the jet to see a giant ship that dwarfed ours, along with dozens of foot soldiers on their underwater jet skis.

"If it's a fight they want, they've got it." Green Lantern said glowing green and heading for the back. What is it with this guy and wanting to fight everyone?

"Wait! Remember why we're here." Diana said, stopping Green Lantern from doing anything too stupid, like start a war. That would be a pretty dumb thing to do. Even though he didn't look happy about it, G.L powered down.

"Good. Let's go talk to them." I said slipping on my air mask. Superman and Diana did the same and we opened our hatch and swam out into the middle of the vessels that were surrounding us.

"Hold your fire! We come with an urgent message for your king." Superman called out to the soldiers. I held my breath to see what they would do. A second later missiles were heading straight for us.

"Scatter!" I yelled out. Green Lantern put a shield around us to protect us from the blast and we headed towards different directions to stop the incoming soldiers. Two soldiers on speed jets were coming my way so I ducked and weaved in between the rocks to try and lose them. Unfortunately that didn't work, so I thought of a different plan. I hid on top of a rock, and when one of the jets came near me, I plunged myself on top of one of the soldiers shoulders and grabbed his neck. I flung him off the jet and he hit one of the rock formations.

However, in my genius plan I never thought about what I would do with the speed jet, you know, since I don't know how to drive it. The jet started plummeting to the ground so I jumped off and floated in the water. The jet hit the rocks below and exploded.

The other soldier following me saw the explosion and started coming in our direction. I pushed myself through the water until I was a good bit ahead of him. I stopped and turned around, looking at the jet. I waited until he was close to me and I took my staff, extended it, and clotheslined him. He flew off of his jet and sank to the bottom. I carefully swam back to where everyone else was trying to stop the larger ship from firing at us.

Superman lifted a rock and ran underneath the bottom of their sub, sinking it. "This way!" he said flying past us. We swam past another rock arch, and we saw the outline of buildings.

"There it is!" G.L pointed out and we swam faster to the buildings and as we got closer, I realized that the city was under a giant bubble. That surprised me, I thought that the city would be completely submerged underwater. I was so curious about the city, once we helped Aquaman I wanted to ask him if he could show me around. That might be a stretch though, considering I had only talked to him for a total of like, five minutes.

Once we got closer to the city, we started letting our guard down. There didn't seem to be any more soldiers following us, so we weren't in immediate danger. At least, that's what I thought. There was a blast behind us and silver spiked balls were floating past us. They reminded me of old Navy mines that you would see in movies.

We each ducked and dodged them, careful not to try and set them off. I dove down deeper and somersaulted myself over an incoming mine. I carefully weaved my way back to the others. "Not even close." Green Lantern said.

I was thrown forward into the rock wall when the first mine exploded behind us. Spoke too soon G.L, I thought. "Depth charges." I heard J'onn say. Each mine that went off caused the nearest one to go off as well, surrounding ourselves in a ring of explosions. I was being tossed against the cliffs from the pressures and forces of the explosions, and I was unable to get myself back up. After one large explosion, a piece of rock fell off the wall behind me, hitting my head and I blacked out.

Why was everything so bright? And what the hell is that beeping? I groggily opened my eyes and saw I was kneeling in a giant room, with marble floors and giant pillars. This must be one of the buildings inside of Atlantis, I thought. There was a man standing in front of Superman, speaking to him about Aquaman.

That's when I noticed the metal sensors on top of everyone's heads, I assumed that's what the beeping was. I thought my headache was because of the rocks, but now I'm pretty sure it's because of this thing on my head. What the hell were they planning on doing to us?

"Where's Aquaman?" Superman asked the man he was talking to.

"I thought your kind already took care of him." The man in the green outfit said.

"No. He came back here." Diana said, just waking up as well.

"We came to warn him about a plot against his life," Superman said, trying to make the guard understand that we wanted peace, and not a fight. "An Atlantian plot." I glanced around the room and noticed that we were surrounded by not only guards, but some civilians as well. They were all dressed in varying shades of green or blue. I wanted to look around some more, but the guard standing next to me didn't look too nice. I certainly didn't want him thinking I was trying to escape.

I noticed a movement on the balcony above me and I looked up to see one of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had red hair, that looked almost purple in the light, and she was wearing a green crop top with gold on the edges and matching pants. She had a sheer cape that trailed down her back and around her legs. Then I noticed the crown that was on top of her head. That has to be the Queen of Atlantis, I thought, perhaps she could get us out of this mess.

"Lies and deceptions!" The man Superman was talking to said. He picked up his trident and shot Superman with an electric beam. My eyes widened, why couldn't these jerks just believe what we are telling them? The force of the beam knocked Superman backwards and he laid on the ground groaning.

"I consider this latest incursion nothing less than an act of war." He said, looking at all of us.

"Yeah? Last time I checked, we didn't shoot first, you just did." I said, giving this man my meanest glare. He looked over at me and I knew I probably shouldn't have opened my mouth.

He walked over to me and knelt down, putting his trident right up against my throat. "You dare speak to me like that, you land dweller? Just because you can handle water as well as an Atlantian can, does not mean you are worth anything here." He pressed the end of the trident in my throat a little harder with enough pressure to draw blood, and then he stood back up and walked to the center of the line we were kneeled in. "You'll be executed as enemies of the crown. Then I will wipe out the surface world forever." With that threat he turned away, and we were all lead to a metal room.

The others were led in first and handcuffed to the walls. Just before I was about to enter a guard grabbed me and pushed me to the side. "This one thrives in the water. Take her to the heat chamber." A not so gentle guard pulled me out of this room and into a smaller one.

I started struggling but the guard only gripped my arm harder, so hard I'm pretty sure I'll have a bruise there tomorrow. "Umm, not to sound rude or anything but where are you taking me?" I asked him, figuring if I knew where I was going, I would be able to get myself out of this situation.

"The heat chamber." He grunted out, obviously not interested in talking to me.

"Oh, now I know where I'm going. Thanks big man!" I said in the most sarcastic tone of voice I could possibly muster at the moment. Suddenly he spun me around so my back was to the wall and my feet off the floor, while he was holding me up by my neck. This guy had a strong grip and I couldn't draw in a breath.

"Listen to me you Land Dweller, I don't like you. Quite frankly, I'm going to enjoy watching you burn up in the heat chamber." My eyes widened and I started panicking. What did he mean I would burn up? He gave me a sickly sinister grin. "That's right girl. The heat chamber is where Atlantians go to die. It's so hot it burns them to a crisp. Who knows what it will do to you when you're in there." At this point I was seeing black spots in my vision and I could feel myself about to lose consciousness, until he released my neck and I dropped to the floor.

The second the pressure was gone I started sucking in air, trying to get the pounding out of my ears and the spots in my vision to go away. I had hardly taken a single deep breath when he pulled my arm and practically dragged me the rest of the way down the hallway. He opened a door and inside was a glass container, with large vents coming into the top of the container.

My heart rate quickened and I started squirming harder. Too long in that heat, and the water inside of me would evaporate, killing me in a matter of minutes, practically burning me from the inside out. My struggles were proven completely pointless as the guard threw me in the chamber and the door locked behind me.

I scrambled onto my feet and started banging on the door trying to break it. The guard looked back at me and sneered before pressing some controls on a table in the middle of the room.

The vents turned on and I immediately felt the heat coming through them. Imagine opening a black car in the middle of the summer on the equator. Then multiply it times a hundred. Within thirty seconds of the vents turning on I could feel myself becoming dehydrated and sweat was pouring off my body. The seconds seemed like lifetimes, and I could feel my skin drying up, literally watching cracks form on my arms. I started coughing and I collapsed onto my knees. The inside of my body felt like literal fire, and I curled up into the fetal position.

I figured that this was the end of my life. The city that I was so excited and willing to see would be my cemetery. I wanted to laugh at the irony but if I did that my lungs might turn to dust. I closed my eyes, preparing for death, when I realized it had gone quiet in my glass box. Then I realized the vents were no longer on.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw a woman on the other side of the glass, the unconscious guard at her feet, pressing the buttons on the control panel. She looked up at me and I realized that it was the woman in the crown that I had seen earlier. The door to my box opened and a cool gush of wind came in.

I still couldn't move, but I felt her drag me out of the box and onto the granite floors in the middle of the room. I probably looked pathetic, trying to draw air into my lungs, but my entire body felt so dry that I couldn't do anything properly. I wondered if this is what fish felt like when they were out of water. "Perhaps this will help." I heard the woman say. Seconds later I felt a splash of water on me, and it was absolute Heaven.

Just from that one splash of water, I felt ten times better. I was able to draw in breaths without sounding like I was dying, and I could start to move my body more without being afraid it would break apart. The woman gave me another splash of water and I felt completely renewed. I sat up and looked up at her. "I don't mean to sound rude, but who are you?" I asked her. She held out a hand and pulled me up from the ground so I could steady myself.

"I am Mera, Queen of Atlantis and wife to our King, Aquaman." She said. I nodded and looked down at the guard lying on the floor.

"Nice work there your majesty." I grinned and looked at her. She also smiled, but it vanished quickly and she looked quite serious.

"We must go now. You're friends are in as much danger as you were in." I frowned, suddenly worried about them. In my whole being turned into a raisin ordeal I had completely forgotten about them being chained to their own chamber. Mera and I rushed out into the hallway and back where the others were. We peeked into the door and I saw that the container the others were in was filling up with water. Now I see why I couldn't have gone in there. It would have been way too easy for me to stop the water. I checked to make sure the others hadn't drowned yet, but they were still struggling which meant that they hadn't been underwater too long.

Mera went in first, slipping through the door and behind the guards. Without warning, she picked up a silver weapon that somewhat resembled Hawkgirl's mace, and whacked both guards on the head with it. They crumpled to the ground in a heap and didn't move. I rushed into the room while Mera was already pulling the lever to drain the water that had filled the container with everyone in it.

The water was sucked down the drain like an oversized bathtub and the glass lifted up. The others were panting hard, trying to catch their breath and refill their bodies with oxygen. I didn't even bother waiting for a key and I went over to J'onn first and slashed his shackles off with a piece of thick ice. He ripped the headband off his head and sent me a smile.

Mera had already taken the locks off of John and she was making her way to Diana. "Thank you. But why?" Diana asked Mera in a weak voice. Usually I would have something sarcastic to say about the whole thing, but seeing as how she almost died I would give her a break, just this once.

"You believe someone in Atlantis had betrayed my husband. I also fear for his life, but I need your help." She explained. My heart went out to the poor woman. She sounded so desperate and sad, you couldn't help but want to help her.

"You've got it." John said, with Superman and J'onn walking behind him and rubbing their wrists where the handcuffs were. I smiled a bit at that, it was nice to see John so determined to help the Atlantians when twelve hours earlier he hated them. I personally think John needs to let lose a little bit, he's too serious all the time.

Mera had led us out of this torture building and let us walk around Atlantis. The buildings were incredible, they were all sorts of geometric shapes, and the colors weren't too bright or too dark, they resembled natural ocean colors. I was practically bouncing up and down when I was walking I was so excited. Apparently I was too excited cause Superman put a hand on my shoulder in order to calm me down a tad bit. "Sorry." I said shrugging and looking sheepish. He only smiled and shook his head. That's what I liked about him. He didn't take the small things too seriously unlike some people we know. *cough cough* John Stewart *cough cough*. Oh sorry, must have had a tickle in my throat.

Anyway, back to the tour. The best part was the giant waterfall that was in the middle of the city. It had a bridge that circled the whole thing and the sound was so soothing. It seemed like the most fitting thing to have in the center of the city. A place where air can meet water all the time.

"Your kingdom is truly magnificent." Wonder Woman said, reflecting my thoughts. "I see why Aquaman protects it so passionately."

"Unfortunately, there are those whose ambitions would destroy it." She said. I had to hand it to her, for her family being missing, she was holding all of this together very well. I suppose that must have been the Queen in her. Her people looked to her and drew their strength from her.

Mera was right with the whole destroying Atlantis bit, because when we turned the corner on the bridge guards started shooting at us, nearly hitting the Queen herself. Out of instinct, I drew the water from the waterfall and froze it creating a giant block of ice in order to protect us from them.

More guards came from behind us and I heard Green Lantern tell everyone to step back. I was too focused on my ice to really pay attention to what he was doing but I heard a giant boom and the bridge rattled, with the sounds of screaming guards following. Luckily I had jumped and formed an ice disk while everyone else floated above the hole in the bridge, with Diana holding Mera.

"Well that was easy." I said while evaporating the water from the ice into my staff, which was now back on my belt.

"Thank you." Mera said looking up at Diana.

"This fight is far from over." J'onn said looking at all of us. He flew up over the city and we all followed suit. We decided to go back to the palace in order to regroup and think of a plan. We entered the throne room, and we were all impressed. It was made completely of white marble and silver stone. On the far edge of the room sat a platform with Aquaman's throne on it, in between two black marble pillars. I was ogling at the room when my eyes found Mera.

She looked as if she were about to collapse from the stress she had been through these past two days. "Your highness, perhaps it is best if you rest for a minute." I said gesturing to the stairs in front of the throne. She gave me a grateful smile and I led her over to the stairs while the others seemed to split up to look for Aquaman. I sat with her and tried my best to soothe her.

After a few moments neither of us had spoken. To be perfectly honest, I had no idea what to say to the woman. She was missing her husband and son, even I had no idea what kind of pain that felt like. "You are quite talented with water." She said softly, breaking the silence.

"Thank you." I said just as quietly, not wanting to be so loud in this big room.

"It seems as if you are not Atlantian, yet you have the very powers that we have. How is that?" She inquired. I bit my lip, thinking of a way to tell her how I got my powers without boring her about my past.

"Well, I was part of the military for a little while. One day I had walked into a lab filled with chemicals, and one of them exploded. The next thing I knew when I woke up in our hospital, I could control and manipulate water." I said. I figured that would be the short and sweet version. Mera was looking at me with wide eyes, as if she was surprised that I was not born with this ability.

She seemed to have gotten over her disbelief and she smiled. "When this whole thing is over you should come back here to Atlantis sometime. Perhaps you can learn new ways to use your powers and I could gain a friend." She said looking over at me. "I may be queen, but that does not mean that I have too much time to go out on social visits. It would be nice to do girl things with someone who isn't intimidated because I am their queen." She explained.

I sent her a smile and patted her hand. "That sounds wonderful. I would love to see more of your kingdom." I said. Before Mera could reply J'onn materialized through the floor.

"We've searched the entire palace." He said. Superman and Diana flew in from an upstairs balcony.

"But there's still no sign of him." Superman said. With these words, Mera finally broke. Her strong façade cracked and it was plain as day, the pain that she was feeling. She put her hands over her face and sobs racked her body. I put a comforting arm around her shoulders and my other hand rubbed circles in her arm.

"Mera, it's going to be okay. We'll do everything we can to bring them back to you, I promise." I said to her. Just then, footsteps echoed down the hall and everyone, except Mera, looked up at the doorway. I looked up and my jaw dropped.

Inside the doorway was Aquaman, holding a baby who I presumed was his son. The joy didn't last because my eyes immediately glanced down to the red bandage covering his left hand. That can't be good. Mera must have sensed that someone else was in the room with us, because she stopped sobbing and moved her hands from her face. She finally looked up to see her husband and child in the doorway.

A look of pure joy swept across her features and in mere seconds she was sprinting across the room to get to them. I stood up from the steps and met the others in the center of the room. She tackled them both into a hug and they murmured some words to each other, but as soon as Aquaman let go of his son, we all could see the red stump where his hand used to be.

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While Aquaman wasn't freaking out over missing a hand the rest of us were. Mera immediately rushed him to their version of a hospital so he could get looked at and possibly fixed. From what I understood, the doctors didn't think they could reattach the hand, but they could put on a prosthetic.

We all stood in the operating room while the doctor put something metal in place of Aquaman's hand. The noises of the drills and the sight of all the blood was making me a little nauseas, so I did the best I could not to look over at the doctor working, instead, finding the floor tiles much more interesting.

"His own hand. I can't believe it." Superman said, still not quite believing it.

"I told you he was a madman." John said, crossing his arms.

"Is it madness to sacrifice all for someone you love?" Mera asked him. At least John had the decency to look a little ashamed for calling her husband crazy right in front of them.

"Can't you work any faster?" Aquaman demanded of the doctor. Good grief, if cutting off your own hand isn't enough to keep you down, than what is?

"This is a delicate operation, My Lord." The doctor said. "It can't be rushed." I don't know what kind of doctors they had here in Atlantis, but they freaked me out. Why were they in a full body jumpsuit? It was extremely unnerving to not see any skin at all, and only see a blue suit and some weird looking goggles.

Aquaman continued to sit in the chair, groaning in pain as the doctor attached his prosthetic on. I'm glad I wasn't in that situation, cause they would have had to have given me barrels of anesthesia to make sure I didn't feel a thing.

Suddenly a small beeping noise disturbed the continual zapping of the doctor's instruments. At first I wasn't sure what it was, but then I realized it was one of our com links. "Superman, a situation has developed up at the north pole." Ah, so Bats decided to make another appearance today. How thoughtful of him.

"What, did Santa forget to pay his rent this month?" I said loud enough for Batman to hear. I heard the loud sigh and could practically picture the eye roll and frown that was quite normal for Bats to wear when he was around either me or Flash. What can I say? We are the comedic relief to this team.

"No Evelyn." Bats said. Ouch, use of my full name. "Thermal readings show temperatures increasing rapidly."

"If that continues, the ecological effects could be catastrophic." J'onn said.

"Then let's check it out." John said, always ready for a fight, he is.

"But what about the crisis here?" Diana asked, looking over at the royal family who was gathered around the doctor.

"I have a feeling the two events are connected." I said.

Aquaman looked over at us just as I said this. "It's the doomsday thermal reactor." I blinked, not quite understanding what he was saying.

"Uh, yeah sorry but did you say a doomsday thermal reactor?" I asked. "That doesn't sound like a fun time."

Aquaman ignored me. "We designed it to create a polar meltdown."

"What?" John shouted. Great, and these two were getting along somewhat well.

"I had it built as a weapon of last resort." Aquaman explained. "To protect Atlantis, should the surface world ever attack." We all just stood there in shock, not quite believing that the Atlantians had a weapon that could kill all of the humans in practically a day. "But I never armed it." Aquaman added looking down.

"Oh, well if you never armed it I guess that makes it a-okay then, doesn't it?" I said, getting quite upset. Not only was he prepared to kill us but he would take the rest of the animals down with us? I mean honestly there are better ways to end the world then melting the North Pole. Think about the polar bears people! We need to save them!

Aquaman glared at me, but it faded when he saw just how upset we all were. His glare turned into shame, and my heart started to melt a little bit. I could see he never actually intended to use it. This doomsday device was no different than our nuclear weapons. God forbid those ever have to get used. I suddenly felt bad for snapping at him like that.

"Then Orm must have armed them," John said, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled around us. "Using the plutonium from the submarine."

"If the polar cap melts the world will sink beneath the waves." Superman said. To be honest that didn't sound like such a bad world. I mean, I would have fun, the Atlantians would have fun, but I guess for everyone else it would kind of suck. "Everything will be destroyed." He concluded. Suddenly this plan didn't sound as cool.

"We have to stop Orm." I said.

"And he will be." Aquaman said. His procedure was finally done and he stood up from his operating chair. In place of his left hand was a harpoon, attached by a gold medal holder on his wrist. That was the most metal thing I have ever seen, no pun intended. He was like a cooler version of Captain Hook. Except much hotter. What? I'm not blind. He's gorgeous.

"I'll see to it personally." He said and with the expression that was on his face I believed him. Poor Orm. He's gonna have hell to pay when Aquaman gets ahold of him.

"So, road trip to the North Pole anyone?" I asked.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Soon enough we were on our way to the North Pole. Aquaman decided to swim there while the rest of us flew. Well, I say flew but I guess you can call my version surfing. It was so much fun to skim across the tops of waves, I don't know why I didn't do it more often. Oh, that's right, cause I'm always saving the world and kicking ass.

Aquaman was pretty fast in the water, I had to go my full speed just to keep up with him. He was literally like a torpedo in the water. We reached the shore to the North Pole and he flipped himself out of the water, scaring off some seals that were chilling on the ice cap. And yes, I totally meant that pun.

"Aquaman, wait!" Superman called to him. I got off my ice disk and started walking behind Aquaman, with my staff in hand.

"Why do you follow?" He retorted looking between me and the others.

"We want to help." Diana told him.

"This is my battle." Aquaman said, obviously not budging on doing this by himself. "No one asked you to fight it."

"Well since we all live on this planet, we automatically have to help protect it." I said, flipping my staff over in my hand. "You don't get a say in that matter."

The others hovered beside both of us. "Evie is right." Superman said. "Like it or not, we have a stake in the outcome. We're not leaving."

"Just stay out of my way." Aquaman grumbled out. With all the grumbling this guy does he could rival Batman. Suddenly, a light beneath the ice exploded and we were all pushed back, but we landed on our feet. Here we go again.

The ground beneath us shook and two giant Atlantian ships rose out of the ice and started shooting at us. Superman and J'onn flew towards the closes ship while Green Lantern put himself, Diana, Aquaman and I into a ball and flew us right behind the others.

Up ahead I saw an entire squadron of Atlantian soldiers on jet skis come towards us. "Hope you guys are ready." G.L. said and he reduced the sphere, letting Aquaman land in the ocean while the rest of us flew towards the ship. G.L put up a shield to block the rays from the soldier's guns. I lifted the water up to create a giant wave that lifted all the skis out of the water and flipped them over, sending the soldiers tumbling into the water. That should stop them for a little bit, I thought.

There was a loud cracking noise behind me and I turned to see some of the big glaciers starting to crumble apart, it was getting too warm up here. "Superman, the glaciers are already starting to melt." I heard Batman say through our coms. I looked over my other shoulder and saw his bat jet moving past the glaciers on the other side.

"I know, but we've got our hands full here." Superman said into his com. In the background I could hear the firing of the guns and they were only getting louder. I whipped around and saw another fleet of skis coming towards us. Four were headed straight for me, so instead of flipping them up this time, I decided to get a little rougher. I made a wall if ice right on the surface of the water. When the skis tried to go over it, they got caught and the men were sent dozens of feet up in the air and landed with a smack in the water.

Suddenly there was a huge splash and I looked over to see Aquaman on the back of an orca, jumping on top of a group of soldiers. "That has to be the coolest thing I have ever seen." I said to myself. (And look! Another ice pun!)

I looked back around and saw that everyone else was busy fighting other soldiers, but the glaciers were still melting at an alarming rate. "We need to turn the machine off." I said into my ear com. "Does anyone copy?"

"I'm already on my way over to the machine, meet me there." Batman said. I looked around and saw that one specific glacier had heat waves coming off of it. Looks like I found the hiding place. I jumped on a disc and made my way to the glacier, with Batman catching up to me. "There's not much time." He said looking over at me. "If we can't shut that down the entire world is doomed."

"I suppose this is a bad time to say I told you so." Green Lantern said into his comm.

I rolled my eyes. "Now really isn't the time Green Bean." I said. I turned to Batman. "What do we have to do?" Before he could answer me there was a bigger rumble than before as more ice fell down into the ocean. "Wait, did it just get hotter?" I asked.

Batman didn't say anything, which meant that I was probably right. We both landed and stood at the entrance of the glacier, dodging the falling ice pieces. "Bats, we might be too late." I said, starting to get a little panicked.

"Not yet." He said as he ran into the glacier. I chased after him, right on his heels. We raced in through a side entrance and saw the giant machine sparking and smoking. Great, it's completely fried. I nervously looked over at Batman but he didn't seem to be worrying too much. He picked up a few pieces of the machine and threw them back down.

"No good. I'll have to go inside and manually shut it down."

"That doesn't sound too safe." I said, worriedly looking at the machine which seemed to be sparking even more frequently.

"Your ice, can it protect me?" Batman asked.

I paled a little bit, I wasn't sure if I could put enough ice around him without actually seeing him. "I might, but I would have to be directly with you. I'm not sure if I could do it without a visual." I quickly said, knowing that time was of the essence. Batman seemed to hesitate for a second, but he nodded.

"Alright then." I said. I stood directly next to him and closed my eyes. I imagined a layer of ice covering both of us, but with the consistency of water, so we could move without breaking the ice. To my absolute surprise it held together when we walked forward into the tube we would have to crawl into.

Batman went crawling in first and I followed behind him. We had only been in for a few moments when an explosion rocked the machine back and forth. We both paused and waited to make sure nothing would happen then we continued on at a faster pace. "We might want to hurry, just a teeny bit." I said.

It was hot as hell in this machine, and I could feel myself starting to weaken. I wasn't fully recovered from the heat chamber I had been put in earlier today, and this was only depleting me more. Plus, I was tasked with keeping both Bats and I safe from this machine, using a technique I had never done before. Needless to say, the stress was starting to get to me. "Seriously Bats, how much longer?" I asked through gritted teeth, with sweat dripping from my forehead.

"We're here." He said as we came up on a valve release. He twisted the nozzle and the machine started shutting down. As soon as he said we were safe, I release my hold on the water and it fell onto the ground. I don't even have the energy to soak it all up. I lean up against the wall and put my head back, closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. I probably look like a wreck at this point but I didn't care.

"You alright?" Batman asked. I opened one eye to look at him and he was staring at me, looking quite concerned.

"I'm fine. It's just been a long day." I said, resting my head back against the wall.

"I could assume that from the bruises on your neck." He said, nodding to them. Oh yeah, I had completely forgotten about that.

"Yeah well what can I say, me and security guards don't get along. Especially when they throw you in a heat chamber and try to turn you into a raisin." I said. He nodded so I guess he understood what I was saying. I had finally gotten my breathing returned to normal and I sat up on my knees. "Okay, let's get out of here."

We crawled back out of the tunnel to see Aquaman walking towards us. "Looks like we did it." I said.

"Then the threat is over." Aquaman said. Without another word we left the machine behind and went towards the entrance of the cave where the jet was parked. Aquaman jumped in the water and went back over to the others, presumably to tell the others the good news.

"Do you want a ride?" Batman asked me. I was quite shocked, usually once the mission was finished he would high tail it out and we wouldn't see him for a few days. I was still feeling weak so I nodded and jumped in the back. Bats got in the front and threw me something, which landed in my lap.

"Here, this should help." I looked down, and sitting in my lap was a bottle of water. I arched an eyebrow and picked it up.

"Since when do you keep water in your jet?" I asked him.

"Since the last time I got thirsty." He deadpanned out. It took me a second to realize that he was joking.

"Are you joking around with me?" I asked him. He didn't say anything but I could see him smirking in the reflection of the glass. "You are joking." I gasped. "Mark this down ladies and gents, that on this day in the good year of our Lord, the Batman of Gotham told a joke!" I said in a totally ridiculous British accent.

"Evie, just drink the water." He replied, but I could hear a hint of a smile in his voice. Soon enough we had landed where the others were. He opened the hatch and I jumped out, but I realized that he didn't.

"Are you coming with us?" I asked. He just shook his head.

"I need to-"

"get back to Gotham." We both finished at the same time. "Yeah, I know." I said. I smiled and turned around. "Hey Bats?" I said looking over my shoulder. He looked up at me expectantly. "Thanks for everything." I said. He nodded and flew off.

I turned back around and the others were talking to Aquaman. "I need to get back and fix the damage my brother has done to my kingdom." He said.

"We'll come with you, in case you need anything." Superman said. Aquaman looked reluctant but he agreed. "Very well."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

We all stood in the throne room, with Mera standing next to Aquaman who was sitting in his throne. We all were behind the throne in a line. Aquaman said he needed to hear what the guards who had betrayed him had to say about their actions. He sent for them and they were escorted in.

One man was pushed to the front by the others. Poor son of a bitch, I thought. He was going on and on about how they were not to be blamed for their treason. "And surely, you must know, My Lord. Our loyalty belongs to you and you alone. We never believed in Orm's plan. But your brother forced us. The truth is we were only following orders." He said as he finished.

I didn't think for one second that Aquaman believed any of this, and I was proven right. Aquaman stood up and looked down on the guards. "Get them out of my sight." He said. From the look on his face I could understand why he was such a great king. His orders were absolute, but when the time came for it he was kind and caring. He was exactly what people needed.

"I can only blame myself." Aquaman sighed out. "My fear of the surface dwellers blinded me to those I should've feared most, and it cost me dearly." He finished the end of his sentence holding up his new harpoon hand.

"Don't be too hard on yourself." John told him. "Maybe we've all misjudged." He said. It seems that it only caused the world to almost end for these two to see the error of their ways and reach an understanding of each other. Go figure.

"Perhaps. All I want…all I've ever wanted is peace and security for Atlantis." He said, looking out at the silhouette of the buildings that made up his kingdom.

Superman stepped forward. "After what's happened, it won't be easy."

"I know." Aquaman turned around and looked at his son, who was in Mera's arms. "But some sacrifices are worth it."

"Besides, I don't think you're one for doing things the easy way." I said. Aquaman looked over at me and chuckled.

"I want to thank you all." He said, looking at each of us individually."

"It's not a problem. Anytime you need help, just let us know." Superman said. We took that as our dismissal and we started to walk out.

"Evie!" Mera called out. I turned around and she came walking forward and wrapped her arms around me, now that she had handed to baby to Aquaman. I returned the gesture. "Thank you so much." She said. She pulled out of the hug and kept her hands on my shoulders. "You are always welcome to come and visit me and my family." She said.

"Thank you." I said, "I'll make sure to stop by soon." I gave her one last smile and headed for the large doors. I had a strong feeling in me, that even though it has been a rough road between us, one day the Atlantians and the people on the land would one day live together in harmony.

#Batman #Bruce Wayne #Batman x Oc #Bruce Wayne x Oc #Dc

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loveistherootofhappiness · 5 years

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Written for Bathena Week Day 1

Word Count: 2100

Summary: L.A.’s been said to be a weird place, but no truly one knows just how weird it is. No one truly knows what type of people lurk beneath the surface of the city’s famed glamour.

Also read here & here

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A loud scream echoed through the small shop, followed by “stop it, Jalen.” The few patrons turned towards the source to see two small children running around. A boy, who is assumed to be Jalen, was chasing the little girl with vampire fangs in his mouth and fake blood on his face.

“But I want to suck your blood, Sophie,” Jalen said with an attempted accent as her chased the little girl, Sophie around the shop.

Jalen, Sophie!” A young woman called out to them, causing the children to stop in their tracks. “I told you guys to stop kidding around. Now get over here.” Sophie and Jalen ran to where the woman was standing. “I’m so sorry about them,” she put the items she wanted to purchase on the counter, “I don’t what’s getting into them, must be the full moon.”

“Oh they’re fine. One of mine gets real rowdy during the full moon,” Athena told her as she rung up the woman’s items. Out of her peripheral vision she could see Robert smiling in amusement. After telling her the total, she paid, “have a great one.”

The woman took the bag from her, “thanks, you too,” she and her kids left.

The few customers that were in the shop payed for the items they had and left. Soon it was empty and there was no one but Robert and Athena in the store.

Robert took advantage of the moment alone. While she was distracted by the books she was writing in, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, “Have I told how much I love this little shop you’ve got here?” he breathed into her neck. He had to resist the urge to attach his lips to her pulse point.

“Robert, stop, someone could come in at any second.”

“That’s why you should close up shop for a while and come take a walk with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Athena silently moved out of his hold and moved towards the door. “Well, come on before I change my mind.” Athena made sure to lock up behind them when they left.

They weren’t even outside for two second before they heard a woman scream, “my purse!” Bobby and Athena looked back to see a man dressed and all black clothing running with the purse and two other men chasing after him.

Robert looked over at Athena. Her eyes took on their familiar yellow glow. He returned his focus to the guy, who seemed to suddenly trip over his own feet and fall, unceremoniously, to the concrete. The two guys running after were able to retrieve the purse and, deservingly, rough him up a bit.

He smirked as he looked back over at Athena. Her eyes had returned to their natural brown. She turned around and kept walking like nothing happened, “not a word Robert.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Mm hmm.”

“I just find it cute that you always love to help the mortals.” As long as he’d known her and it had been a very long time, over 300 years, she’d always used her magic to help others. It was one of the things he loved most about her.

Athena glared at him and raised a hand. “Your magic doesn’t work on me, treasure. You know that.” He grabbed the hand and kissed the inside of her wrist.

“I don’t need magic to kill you, dearest.” She snatched her arm back. “I know your weaknesses.”

“It funny,” Robert said as he placed his hands behind his back. “You’ve been saying that, practically, since the day we met. Hasn’t happened yet.”

“That’s the amazing thing about immortality, there’s nothing but opportunity.”

“I’m hurt, treasure. Is this the thanks I get for saving you from that burning?”

“Must you always bring that up. And you saved me from nothing. It was laughable that piece of shit priest thought he could kill me.”

“You were tied to a pole, over a fire pit, surrounded by chanting idiots.”

“Semantics.” Athena waved it off as they kept walking, “though, I guess It was fun to see the fear in their eyes and you didn’t leave too much destruction in our wake. Didn’t even kill anyone.”

“Luckily for them I didn’t have to take it that far. They knew not to fuck with you ever again, hell that whole village did, and I knew I couldn’t violate the Wiccan Rede. You’d have been pissed.”

“I’d like to think I would have made an exception for those bastards.”

“After all the restraint I had to muster to completely mutilate them, now she tells me.” She ignored him as they kept walking. They walked in comfortable silence until they reached the Clubhouse a couple of blocks over.

“I should have known we were coming here.”

“Yes, you should have.” Robert saw the look he was giving her, “don’t look at me like that, you know you love it here. Plus, I thought I could use a drink.” His voice dropped an octave.

“You don’t drink alcohol.” Athena said cheekily, pretending she didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Not what I meant, treasure.” He smiled slyly as his pupils dilated and fangs descended.

As they walked into the club, Elaine gave them a wave as they passed the bar on the main floor and headed for his office in the back. As soon the door closed, he picked her up, placed her on the desk, and attached his lips to hers. He kissed along her jawline and moved down to the column of her neck.

“Don’t take too much, have me out here looking ashy like you did last time,” she grumbled.

He chuckled and said, “no promises, your fault you have the sweetest blood I’ve ever tasted,” before his fangs sunk in it the flesh of her neck. She moaned as her blood rushed into his mouth and down her throat. Hers was a taste unlike any other and he’d never tire of it.

His hands moved up her thighs, completely hating she was wearing pants today. Both of them were completely out of it, lost in what he was doing to her when, “oh fuck, sorry.”

Robert, reluctantly, retracted his fangs and lifted his head from Athena’s neck, at the sound of Buck’s voice. He was surprised that he’d been so distracted that he didn’t hear him coming. Athena swiped two fingers along her next and the holes he’d made there had healed. “Yes, Buck, what is it?”

“Oh, um, Lainey said you were back here. I was just coming to see if you needed anything from me, but you’re busy. I’ll come back-“

“It’s fine Buck,” Bobby smelled the strong sent of watermelon as backed up a bit from Athena “Buck did you go raiding watermelon patches again?

“Yeah, but it’s not my fault. There was some really good looking watermelons and I was hungry.”

“Did you let anyone catch you?” Athena asked him.

“No! Of course not. I’m smarter than that most... some of.... well, I was smarter than that today.” Athena raises as an eyebrow at him skeptically, but didn’t say anything further.

“I hope so,” Bobby said remembering what he and Athena had to do last time Buck had been caught shifting into wolf form. Granted he’s done many things he wasn’t proud of in his 350+ years of life, but even he had to hold back a shudder at that. “In any case, go shower and I’ll need your help with bartending when we get busy later.”

“Got it, Pops,” Buck said affectionately, using his term he’s called since they took him and his sister into their little group.

As he was going to close the door, Athena yelled out “and don’t go sniffing that new human bartender, Eddie, when he gets here.”

“No promises,” Buck answered back, never being one to resist the urge to be a little shit. He closed the door leaving Bobby and Athena alone again.

“He’s going to get himself killed.” Athena said with a little worry.

“He’ll be alright. He’s got us.”

“And I love him , but I’m not cleaning up another one of his messes.” She hopped down off the desk, smoothed out her clothing and using the tie on her wrist to pull her braids back.

Robert chuckled as he looked in the mirror. He whipped the traces of blood from his mouth and righted his clothing. “The others are here.”

“Yes, I feel their energy too. I think you’ve had your fill of me. Let’s go out there with them.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, treasure.” He strolled back over to where she was standing and gave her a peck on the lips “I could never have my fill of you.”

“I love you, too, Robert,” she said simply.

“Woah, you said that without sass or snark. I might need to be scared.”

“And I immediately regret it.” Robert went to respond but she stopped him, “let’s just go.”

Athena rolled her eyes at the laughter she behind her as she walked ahead of him. The walked out of the office and through the people scattered around to head to the section upstairs. Sitting in one of the booths at the end they found Hen, Chim, Maddie, and Buck already in the middle of a discussion. Robert and Athena slid into the booth beside them.

“With the full moon this week, Karen and I thought it’d be a good time to take Denny on his first hunt, but I don’t know if around Halloween is the best time to take him. He’s been begging us and he’s mastered shifting, but there are so many crazies in this town this time of year.” Hen said.

Maddie removed her arm from around Chimney to touch Hen’s shoulder. “Yeah, it can be scary, I remember when I took Buck on his first hunt. I was so worried his inexperience was going to draw unwanted attention. Unfortunately, it’s crazies out every day of the year. But he’s gotta learn how to hold his own.”

“This is L.A. of course this town is full of crazies trying to catch a glimpse of the supernatural and paranormal. One person out out a video of a possible sighting and now this place is chock full of amateur hunters trying to get cannon fodder for their bullshit YouTube channels. Speak of the devil, excuse me for a sec,” Chimney disappeared in a flash and reappeared just as quickly, “sorry about that some kids were playing around with a Ouija board trying to conjure a demon. So I gave them one. Scared the shit outta all of them.”

Everyone else, not phased and used to what just happened continued on as normal. “I remember the days when speaking of the possibility of stuff like this got people tossed in asylums.” Bobby commented.

“Right?” Athena agreed. “Might need to return to that, shits getting out of hand.”

“Well, I think it’s cool that humans are so cool with the idea of the supernatural and paranormal. Certainly makes it easier to exist and coexist with them,” Buck leaned across the table to steal some of Maddie’s food.

“You only say that because you want that bartender that just started working here.” Chimney deadpanned.

“No. Well, I do want him, but that’s not the only reason I said that.”

“Well whatever, I’m just glad we have a place like this where us supers can just be free and not have to worry about walking on eggshells around humans.”

“And we have Bobby to thank for it.” Hen held up her glass in salute.

“Thank Athena, she came up with the concept of this place. I just brought it to life.” Robert kissed Athena on the temple and brought her closer to him, “also when I do hire humans I make sure they are okay with everything that could take place here.” He looked directly at Buck.

Buck eyed them both. “he’s here, he’s at the bar now.” Athena told him. Buck was up and out of the booth and practically sprinted down the stairs like the over eager pup that he was.

Athena and Robert turned around to see Buck down at the bar, leaning over the counter, talking to Eddie.

“I hope this goes well,” Athena commented as they watched them. She thought about listening in on the conversation, but she ultimately decided against it.

“Of course it will, treasure, you’ve never been wrong before. He’ll be the one that keeps him out of trouble.”

A little supernatural au for your morning. I left it open just in case I wanted to go back and do more. Were you able to guess what everyone was (hopefully I made it obvious enough).

#bathena week #bathena #athena grant #bobby nash #evan buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #maddie buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911 on fox #supernatural au #hope you enjoy #fanfic writing hell

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satanicshamrock · 5 years

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Favorite Smosh Videos

A post for @lum1natrix of my favorite/classic Smosh videos; they’ll be split between two channels (plus events that both channels are in) and categorized with links. Some are in playlists, so the links may not even be needed, but just in case! <3

Smosh Games Channel

Maricraft Series - Older Videos:

Take me to Church

Naked Prisoner

Attacking the Monkey King

Lasercorn Finally Snaps

Terrifying Tornado Escape

Wes Betrays Smosh Games

Smosh Games Civil War

The Ultimate Alliance

Maricraft Series - Newer Videos:

Guess Who’s Back?

Never Trust Lasercorn

We Go Back to Outlaster Island

The Trial of Lasercorn

The Conviction of Lasercorn

Semi-Scripted Maricraft Series:

Outlaster

Block of Love

Twilight Saga (Playlist goes bottom to top)

Smosh and Order:

Summer Games on Trial

Lasercorn takes Smosh Games to Court

Joven gets Thrown out of Court

The People vs. Shayne Topp

Court is now in Session

Game Bangs:

Mystery Jelly Bean Nightmare

Dead by Daylight Wedgies

Revenge of Secret Hitler

Try Guys Learn Dirty Words

Fan Fiction Induction (Damien’s Induction into Smosh Games!)

Boze is a Serial Killer - Friday the 13th

Gross Candy Cane Taste Test

Biggest Game Bang Ever!!

Board AF:

Intense Construction Battles

Adult Telestrations

Betrayal at House on the Hill

Betrayal Continues

Uncensored 5 Second Rule

Don’t Breathe!

Lip Reading Challenge

Five Nights at Freddy’s: The Boardgame

Totally 90′s Superfight

Radical Superfight Continues

We are Terrible Friends

Smosh Family Outburst

Smosh Pit Channel

Put it in my Mouth:

Epic Cheese Challenge

Thanksgiving in a Can w/ Rhett and Link

Why do these Sodas Exist!?

Sushi w/ Atomic Mari

Raw Vegetable Challenge w/ Courtney

Weirdest Food Combos Ever w/ Lasercorn

Worst. Smoothies. Ever. w/ Smosh Games

Terrible Prison Foods w/ Shayne

Disgusting Food Combos w/ Lasercorn

Noah’s Top 5 Worst Foods Ever

Seriously Super Stupid Sleepover:

Accent Challenge w/ Smosh Games

Never Have I Ever w/ Joven and Sohinki

Stranger Strings w/ Noah and Shayne

Guess that Song w/ Thomas Sanders

☘️ Egg Roulette Challenge w/ Damien Haas and Shayne Topp (First vid Damien was ever in, just as a guest! :D)

Don’t Pop the Balloon!

Squad Vlogs:

We Play Twister

Guilty Pleasures Revealed?

Pokemon GO Beach Hunt

Tiny Hands Challenge

Crazy Smosh Christmas Photos

We Play Scattergories!

Makeover Challenge

What’s in my Pants Challenge

Pumpkin Carving Challenge

We got Lost at Disneyland

We are Master Debaters

Drawing Pokemon from Memory

The Worst Product Jingles

Medieval Dance Battle

The Show with No Name:

How Shayne Died

When Mari almost Died

Olivia’s Best Episode

Opening 6 Year old Chik-Fil-A Sauce

Try Not to Laugh:

#5 w/ Gus Johnson

#6 w/ The Valleyfolk

#9 w/ Damien

#12 w/ Jujimufu

#13 w/ Joe Bereta

#17 w/ The Valleyfolk

#22 w/ Rhett and Link

#24 w/ The Try Guys

#26 Apocalypse Gauntlet pt.1

#27 Apocalypse Gauntlet pt.2

Smosh Family Events

Smosh Summer/Winter Games:

Summer Games 2015 Playlist

Winter Games 2016 Playlist

Summer Games: Camp 2016 Playlist

Winter Games: Again 2017 Playlist

Summer Games: Wild West 2017 Playlist

Summer Games: We Blew It 2018 Playlist

Summer Games: Apocalypse 2019 Playlist

Annual Halloween Just Dance:

Halloween Just Dance 2014

Halloween Just Dance 2016

Halloween Just Dance 2017 pt.1

Halloween Just Dance 2017 pt.2

Halloween Just Dance 2018 pt.1

Halloween Just Dance 2018 pt.2

Hope this Helps, Traci! There’s a Tumblr community of Smoshblrs if you look in the right places too - have fun!

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poppyknitt · 5 years

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The Doctor’s Choice: An Evil!Henrik AU

chapter 2 (3/3)

(let me know if you want on the taglist! i’d be happy to add literally anyone)

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Chase Brody groaned quietly, waking up to the sound of beeping. His ears were ringing, and his head felt like a rock. The room was covered from top to bottom in bright, white or at least almost white colors, and so much so that what little darker colors there were in the room did absolutely nothing to negate the painfully bright light that the walls and ceiling tiles all reflected.

Once he could finally process anything other than the beeping and the light, he lifted his head up, and looked around. He was alone. No Stacy. No kids. Not even his parents were there.

Great. Just great. Did they ever come visit him?

Oh, who was he kidding, of course they never visited him. His wife hated his guts for no reason, his parents had essentially gone AWOL after he turned 18, and his kids weren’t allowed to see him.

He sighed, and put his head back down on the pillow. For once, he found himself wishing there was noise. He couldn’t stand this silence, even as it was interrupted every few seconds by the heart monitor. It felt so… Lonely. Lonely to the point that he would give anything to be around another person right now.

He didn’t sit in the silence very long, as he heard the door opening. He looked over to the entryway, though, his view of whoever was there happened to be blocked by the walls that made up the small hallway created by the bathroom being placed next to the door.

“Right in here, sir. We’re not sure if he’s awake yet, but it’s unlikely that he won’t be in bed.” The soft, melodious voice of a nurse said. The nurse didn’t come in, but a man around his height stepped out from where he was standing. Actually, come to think of it, the guy’s entire build was almost the same as his, just… Less dad bod, more muscle. Dude was wearing a black cape, blue sweatshirt, black pants, and a white cat mask. The mask was covering most of his face, so Chase had no clue who this guy was.

“... who-”

“Marvin. Marvin Reed. We haven’t met, but I know your name. Chase, right? Chase Brody?” The man’s tone was firm and emotionless, but he could detect a very faint trace of exhausted frustration.

“… Yeah… How did you…?”

“That’s hard to explain, and not something I’m willing to discuss in public. But the simplest answer available is I’ve been watching your channel on youtube for the past few years, and after certain… events occurred a few years in, I decided I would have to contact you. I’ll explain more once they clear you to come home.”

… Wait, come home? Not… Go home?

“… uh…”

“You’ll understand soon enough.”

Well, that’s just fuckin’ creepy, bro… What’s with this dude, anyways? He thought, doing his best to keep the worry out of his expression.

Marvin pulled a chair up to the end of his bed to sit on, with a sort of “get down to business” look on his face, even though it was the same expression as before. The magician sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then looked back up at him, “I— Okay, we— need your help.”

…

….

Chase was finally cleared to go home, so now he was gathering what little of his possessions that this Marvin guy had brought him— per his request— or came with him when he was rushed to the hospital. He wasn’t sure how he’d get home, having no idea where he was, and being without his car, but he’d figure it out.

Just as he started to turn for the door, however, he heard a familiar, deep voice behind him.

“Ready to go?”

He sighed quietly to himself, and turned towards the magician, “Would it kill you to knock for once, cat man? Ya gonna make me have a heart attack one of these days. This old man’s body can’t take that kind of scare anymore!” He grinned as he made a joke about his age, and a somewhat amused smirk crossed the other’s face.

“Ay, wait! If yer old, then what does ‘at make me, then?” Marvin joked, letting his irish accent out for once.

“A fuckin’ fossil!” He grinned, even though they both knew Marvin was younger than him by a few months. Marvin laughed, and came over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Good lord, Marvin was a lot taller than he’d thought. Dude had to be at least 6’5. Probably even 6’6. Jesus, that size difference must be comedic. Chase was only 5’8!

“Do you think you’ll need to stop at your home to grab anything?”

His grin faltered, “… No? Why would I, bro? I’m goin’ home now, aren’t I, dude?”

“… Didn’t Stacy kick you out?” Aw, hell, he knew.

“… yeah…”

“So, clothes, and then leave?”

“Do I have a choice?”

Marvin gave him a warm, sympathetic smile, “Probably not.”

…

He got all his things together one last time, and then went out onto the balcony connected to his and Stacy’s room— okay, just Stacy’s room, not his, Stacy kicked him out— where Marvin was waiting.

“So… Where ya takin me, to? Alcatraz?” He asked jokingly, trying to deflect the negativity building in the back of his mind.

“Nah, nothin’ so wild or crazy. Just Brighton, England.” Somehow, he knew the dude would be from the UK or something.

“Huh, cool.”

Marvin put his hand on Chase’s shoulder, “C’mon buddy, let’s go.”

He cast a final, solemn glance back at the house, the house he’d bought right after his honeymoon, the house he’d found out his wife was pregnant not once, but twice, in, the house he’d watched his beloved children grow up in for the first six years of their lives in, and then turned back around, ready to leave it all at the command of the wild temptress that ruled its reaches for the last eight years. Marvin put his arm over Chase’s shoulders, and in a single poof of magic, they were gone.

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They arrived in a decently-sized home, which looked like it had only recently been moved in to, and Chase set his stuff down, looking around it curiously.

“So… Is this your place?” He asked hesitantly.

“In a way, yes. It’s listed under the name of my roommate, Sean, but uh… He’s not here right now. Had to go somewhere for a while. Not sure where exactly.”

“Huh, really…?” He responded, and went to say something else, but was interrupted by the sound of someone stumbling into one of the nearby rooms, and a pained groan. The sound caught both men’s attention, and Marvin slowly went to go into the room, so Chase followed nervously.

“Hello..?” Marvin called out cautiously. The magician slowly twisted the doorknob, and silently pushed the door open.

There, on the other side of the room, in an open entryway, stood a guy around his height, wearing a blue hoodie and black jeans, with a similar hairstyle to his. Dude was doubled over a bit, and leaning against the doorframe.

He seemed to realize he wasn’t alone in the room, and slowly turned his head to look back at them, eyes wide and filled with fear. He quickly realized he recognized the dude’s face.

Marvin’s voice called out to the man again, sounding wary, but hopeful.

“... Sean..?”

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ah hell late again. okay, guess I’ll expand the update deadline time to either tuesdays or wednesdays. but, also, I should note that I’ve actually had my motivation for more Darkness and Desperation stories pop back up, which has, in turn, completely nerfed my motivation for TDC, so... yeah. I’m probably gonna either have to go on hiatus after this update or straight up just force myself to at least finish ch3 p1 before next tuesday/wednesday

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#WritersofJack #jacksepticeye egos #jse writing community #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #The Doctor’s Choice #ego au stories #The Doctor’s Choice CHAPTER TWO #Whaaaat? A story that’s not inherently gorey or angsty??? in TDC??? who knew!#Also hi yes so sad dad is an important main character in book one and that just makes me so happy #i love me some good sad dad #at least when writing #i love reading about all the egos equally #writing not so much bc some are harder than others but #sad dad is just ‘‘*hell yea man*’’

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writingkeepsmewhole · 6 years

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The Cowboy and The Girl.

Okay here it is the first part of my Joel Miller fic. I’m so excited to do this! You don’t even know. This part is mainly back story but I think it sets up well. Tell me what yall think. I hope yall love it as much as me! Okay I’m shutting up now.

Trish was a bright girl skipping a grade or two. She thought her life was perfect until the end of the world came. Living on her own mostly just trying to make it back home everything changes when she meets a dark haired man named Joel.

Joel Miller x OC Trish

Warnings: A word or two.

Taglist. Tell me if you wanna be added: @amandamaesweetheart @jodiereedus22

Before Sitting on my hotel bed I brushed my hair it still wet from the shower. I needed it after the long day of walking around and looking at the sites. We were in New York. A school field trip. Being alone from my parents at fourteen was definitely exciting.

“You know he is going to propose.” Belle my best friend since the 3d grade says sitting on the bed in front of mine. Her chocolate skin looking flawless from the lotion she just put on. We both skipped from 1st so we stuck together always being the youngest in class.

“Shut up no he won’t.” I say her talking about my boyfriend.

“I bet he will. He is crazy about you.”

“So? We are too young to get married.”

“I said propose not get married.”

“Then what be engaged threw school? What about when we go to college?”

“Why not?”

“Because..”

“Because?”

“I don’t know if I want to marry him.” I say shrugging.

“What? Since when?” She asks throwing a chip at me making me laugh.

“Since he is afraid of everything. I mean I get it his dad is a doctor and it's probably scary and God knows what he reads about or sees but when he starts telling me what weird diseases I can get from doing my laundry at the laundromat is ridiculous. Like tonight I took a drink of his pop and he flipped out.”

“So he don’t like sharing food, a lot of people are like that.”

“Yeah I know but I want a man not whatever he is turning into.”

“Like a lumberjack?” She asks making me laugh.

“No, like someone who will protect me, someone who can put up with my crazy ass and doesn't make me make all the decisions. Someone-.”

“Who lets you steal their food.” She says pointing at me.

“That.” I say smiling.

“No, he is a good guy he just worries so much. Like let me breathe.”

“Ohh I know a cowboy.” She says making me laugh.

“Yes! I want a cowboy I can saddle up with.”

“Kinky.”

“You are so gross.” I say throwing my pillow at her.

“Hey I’m being a supportive best friend.”

“As you should be.”

“Well I guess I should let you get to bed. Have fun dreaming about your cowboy.” She says standing up walking to the door.

“I promise to give you the details.”

“Oh you better.” She says smiling.

“Good night love.” I say waving at her getting under the blankets.

“Night boo.”

I woke up to the phone ringing in my hotel room. I pick it up and press it to my ear someone panting on the other side.

“Hello?” I ask sitting up hearing someone run down the hall.

“Trish is that you?” Asks the familiar voice of boyfriend.

“What’s going on Louie?” I ask sitting up.

“I don’t know, there is some kind of disease, people eating each-.”

“Louie?” I ask into the phone when the call drops.

“Well that was weird.” I say getting up seeing the sun start to rise.

Stretching I walk to the bathroom but stop when someone screams. When my doorknob starts to rattle I back away from it fear pumping threw me.

Going to the phone I pick it up nothing coming threw not even a tile town. I pick up my cell phone it having no service.

“What the hell?” I ask turning to the TV.

Turning it on what I left on a movie channel was the news. A woman looking scared and rasled.

“Reports are coming in from all over there is a nation wide atack. Please remain indoors until a local officer can get you somewhere saver. Please do not panic if you see someone-.” I jump as the TV turns to loud static.

“I gotta get out of here.” I think getting up and quickly changing.

Grabbing my backpack I put some clothes inside it, and all the snacks the hotel offers. Picking up the necklace with my parents picture inside it I put it on. Them giving it to me when I left for this trip.

“Please be okay.” I say sending up a pray to protect them until I got back.

Picking up the map of New York all the students given one I shove it in my bag as well.

I put the pack over my shoulder and open my hotel door. When I find the hallways empty I take a relieved breath.

At the end of the hall being the elevator I slowly start to make my way towards it. Hearing footsteps I freeze up as someone walks out of a room.

“Benny you scared me.” I say looking at him.

He stubbles making me assume he is drunk. When he lifts his head to look at me I gasp as his mouth is covered in blood.

Screaming he lunges at me.

I turn around and starting running in the opposite direction him close behind me. Seeing an arrow pointing to the stairs I push that door open and start running down the steps. Seeing a woman leaning on the wall her holding her stomach I stop.

She looks up at me her eyes foggy.

“He bit me.” She says her head falling forward her passing out.

Holding back tears I continue to the ground floor it opening in the car garage. I jump at the sound of sirens and horns fill my ears.

Every car is trying to get out at the same time them slamming into each other.

“Hey!” Someone says grabbing my arm.

I spin around seeing my best friend Belle standing there.

“Oh my gosh!” I say pulling her into a tight hug.

“We gotta get out of here. These people are crazy!” She says pulling me with her.

“It was on the news. Some nation wide thing!” I yell as we weave threw the cars. When we get out on the main road everyone is running around screaming.

“Trish! Belle!” John yells pulling up next to us him in not his own car.

“Come on.” He says looking at us threw the window.

“It’s better on foot.”

“We’ll be saver in a car.” Belle says getting into the car with him.

“Belle come with me you won’t get far in that.”

“Stop being stupid and come on.” She says waving me in.

“I’m not going.” I say backing up something telling me to stay on foot.

“Be stupid then.” He says driving off.

Feeling alone more than ever I start running not knowing where I'm going just away from here.

Hearing screams I duck down behind some trash cans I alone runs past me and slams into a wall not getting back up when it falls.

“What’s going on?” I ask quickly getting away from the body.

Pulling my map out I look at it seeing where the nearest police station is. Seeing that it’s only a block away I put the map back and start to head that way avoiding the people running past me.

Walking around the corner I realize what they were running from a turned over car is in the middle of the road it on fire.

Even from where I stand I can see the bodies inside them dead. Belle’s lifeless eyes staring into mine.

15 Years Later.

I sit up with a start my heart pounding. Sweating from the dream, or memory I should say. I rub my face trying not to think about the job ahead of me today. I would have to go hunting. I didn’t mind it and wasn’t half bad after ten years of practice but I didn’t know if that group had past threw. I didn’t feel like having to kill anymore.

Hearing the birds chirp outside the spring air drifting thru the old house. I roll my shoulders my back cracking as I stretch my arms over my head.

Picking up my bow and quiver I pick up my canteen needing fresh water.

‘Might take a bath today.’ I think walking out of the house.

It used to be a cabin tourist rented now it was just a cabin in the woods of Tennessee. I don’t know why I kept trying to get back home but I figured I made it this far for a reason.

‘Maybe they are still alive.’ I think following a deer trail.

I walk back to the cabin a rabbit strapped to my hip and a shirt full of berries in my hand. Walking into the house I don’t notice the door being open. The lock was busted a while ago so a breeze could open it.

Setting the food down in the kitchen I take off my bow when the floor over my head cracks. Looking up I watch the dust as something moves over the floor.

‘Please don’t be a bear.’ I think to myself as I dock an arrow and head for the steps.

‘Anything but a bear.’ I think as I push the bedroom door open with my foot.

I stop when I see a man past out on the bed. His feet still on the floor his arm and chest covered in blood. Not counting the busted lip and nose.

‘I would have took the bear.’ I think letting out an annoyed sigh.

“Why do I always have to be the one patching someone up?” I asks myself walking to the bathroom.

Getting what little supplies I had I sit them on the bed.

“Hey!” I call out to him getting nothing.

“Oh don’t be dead.” I say reaching up to shake him again getting nothing.

“Oh come on.” I say pressing my fingers into his neck smiling when I feel a pulse.

“Yes! Atta boy!”

“Now to get you patched up.” I say moving to unbutton his flanel.

I don’t really think about what I’m doing until I hear a groan.

I look up at him his brown eyes meeting mine.

“The hell?” He mumbles his southern accent the first thing I notice.

I don’t bother replying him passing out.

“Alright Cowboy let's fix you up.” I say pushing the fabric to the side an angry gash on his side. His shoulder looking like a stitched up bullet wound had popped back open but other then that he was fine.

Cleaning his side off I set to to sowing him up, him not waking up while I do it. After I’m done I rebutton his shirt and go to make food.

I checked on the stranger in my bed throughout the night him not waking up but he was still alive so I didn’t worry to much.

The next morning I was in the kitchen mixing the berries I found with the nuts I found almost a week ago when I heard a bored creek.

Grabbing the knife on my hip I freeze when an arm wraps around my throat. Judging by the fact my head was pressed against someone’s chest. This was the man from upstairs.

“Good morning to you too.” I say lifting my hands where he could see them.

“Where am I?” He asks his country twang proving my guess.

“Earth last I checked.” I say resulting in him tightening his grip slighting.

“Okay, don’t like jokes sorry. You are in my house. I’m Trish by the way nice to meet you.”

“Who else is with you?” He asks his breath fanning over my face.

“No one. Just me.”

“Your alone out here?”

“Yeah, so if your gonna kill me go ahead.”

“You patched me up?” He asks his grip losing.

“Sure did. One hell of a way to thank someone.”

Grunting he lets go of me and takes a step back. Turning around to face him I realize how big he is. He was easily a head taller than me, his wide shoulders making me feel very tiny.

“Your welcome by the way.” I say him letting out a grunt as he looks me up and down.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Well I was gonna eat breakfast. You are welcome to join me if...” I say meeting his brown eyes.

“You give me your name. Not unless you are cool with being called Cowboy for the rest of your time here.” I say him lifting the corner of his mouth.

“Joel.”

Smiling I hand him my bowl of food.

“Nice to me Joel. I’m Trish.”

5 Years Later: Summer

I was sitting in front of the window watching the sunset the room around me so silent I could almost hear my heart beat. It was times like these when I was alone I wish I could just run away. Live on a farm out in the woods be free. I touch my necklace the locket making me smile. It was tarnished and the picture inside faded but it lasted all these years that I was thankful for.

Hearing footsteps come down the hall I turn my head to look at the door.

The infected couldn’t turn the knob so I wasn’t worried about that. Watching the knob turn I lift my gun it cocked and aimed a familiar face at the end of the barrel.

“Cowboy!” I say grinning lowing my gun.

“Fucking hell Trish what the hell are you doing here?” Joel asks shutting the door behind the girl who’s with him.

“I needed somewhere to lie low.”

“What did you do now?” He asks his scowl set in place.

“Nothing... “

“Wanna try again?”

“Umm I’m sorry but who are you?” The girl asks pulling us out of are soon to be argument.

“Oh sorry I’m Trish and you?”

When she doesn't answer I cock an eyebrow at her.

“Ellie.” She says sighing.

“Nice to meet ya Ellie.” I say smiling holding my hand out to her.

She takes it shaking it and quickly letting go.

“No need to be scared of me. I’m harmless right Joel?” I ask looking at him.

“If you think annoying the hell out of me is harmless then yes you are.”

“He likes it.” I say winking at her as he lays back on the couch rubbing his head.

“You wanna tell me why you are here?”

“I may or may not have stabbed a guard.”

“Why did you go an do something like that?”

“He thought he knew something about you and Tess smuggling and try to get it out of me. So I made him forget.”

“That how you got that.” He asks most likely looking at my busted lip.

“I've had worse.”

“So you two like know each other?” Ellie asks looking between us.

“More or less.” Joel says closing his eyes.

“Five years. We’ve known each other for five years.” I say looking at her.

“How did you two meet?” She asks sitting in the chair next to me.

“Oh I’m not getting paid enough for this.” He says rubbing his face and laying down on the couch.

“Need a nap old man?”

I grin when he lets out a growl.

“Does he know his watch is broken?” Ellie asks making me look from Joel to her.

“Yeah he knows.” I say softly hoping she understands that's a topic that is not talked about.

I was the type to tell you my whole life story. I knew Joel for five years and only in the past year found out he even had a child at one point.

“So how did you two meet?”

“Oh right, I was living in a cabin at the time, come home, find him half dead on my bed. I patch him up and when he comes to he repays me but trying to snap my neck. Fun times really.” I say smiling getting off the busted heater I was sitting on.

“Why does that not surprise me?”

“Because he is an angry old bear that gets poked easily.” I say walking to my bag but stop when Joel’s hand wraps around my wrist.

“Will you two shut up?” He asks his eyes never opening.

“What are we supposed to do if we can’t talk?”

“I’m sure you will figure that out.” He says letting go of my wrist his arm going to lay over his eyes.

“Fine.” I say moving to the other end of the couch I push at his feet making them fall off the couch him lifting his head to glare at me.

“What? You and little miss are clearly waiting for something Tess I’m guessing and if Im not aloud to talk then I got to find some way to kill the time.” I say sitting down.

“What should I do?” Ellie asks looking at me.

I don’t get to reply Joel putting his feet in my lap a smirk on his face his eyes once again closed.

“I’m gonna kill him.” I mouth to her making her snicker.

Smiling I lean my head back on the couch letting the silence settle over us. Sleep quickly taking over me.

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cchellacat · 6 years

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Fornication (part 4 of It’s Not A Cuddle)

Love All The Marvel Ships Challenge

Day Eighteen ~ Fighting Side By Side

The rain was coming down hard and fast, sheets of water reducing the already terrible visibility even more. The sun had set hours ago but the sound of guns and rockets continued, now mixing with the crashing of the thunder in the skies above.

They’d been pinned down in the trench for most of the day. The German tanks blocking off their only escape route back to where the allied lines had reformed. The 107th was in trouble. They all knew it. Knew that even if they survived much longer, the way things were going, the way the Germans were successfully pushing back their lines that by the time help might come, they’d either be dead or captured.

He sat with his back against the wall of mud and dirt trying not to look too closely at the puddles of dark liquid filling the base of the trench. In the back of his mind he was screaming in horror and revulsion. How many of his fellows had been killed today? How many comrades in arms, men he had come to call friends had he watched die? Blown apart by shelling or just brutally cut to ribbons by the tank guns.

Bucky flicked his lighter absently, staring at the flame as it flickered and died with a sputter in the wet air. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore, if death perhaps wouldn’t be a kindness, just to escape this hell he was living in. The Catholic in him raged against the notion of death by design but the practical man in him considered it. It would be so easy to step out into the no man’s land and just let it happen. No more running. No more hiding, like rats in a damn maze, being pushed further and further from safety into whatever trap the enemy had concocted for them.

Impossible as it seemed, it grew darker still, the rain continuing to fall, the sky throwing the occasional strike of lightening accompanied by the deafening roar of thunder. That’s when it happens, the sky above him cracks open, a whirling blaze of white striking down just yards away. At first, he can’t see a thing, the light has almost blinded him. Unlike the others who are quickly running from the sudden strike he stays put, too stunned at the event to do more than blink.

That’s when he hears them. Americans from their accents. A woman and a man.

“What the hell was that? I swear to Thor I am going to kill Jane! What was she thinking tinkering around with the Bifrost like that?”

“Calm down Doll, it’ll be fine. You know she never messes up for long, we’ll be back before we know it.”

“This was meant to be a nice vacation, a little trip to Xandar, meet up with Rocket for that pod race and go on a tiny little adventure with the Guardians. Instead we get rain and mud and….. Oh My Disney, fucking hell pugs!”

“Shit, Darcy, get down now, and keep quiet.” The mans voice dropped into a low growl and he could just make out the sound of gun being drawn and the wet sound of two bodies hitting dirt.

He stays put even as they crawl towards where he’s waiting, curious to see who the fuck has fallen outta the sky, because it’s the only explanation he can come up with for their sudden appearance.

A moment later a curvy body is dropped into his lap and he catches her without thought, a second later, a large form drops into the trench beside him. In the darkness he can’t make out their features but the girl squirming in his arms elbows him sharply in the ribs.

“Quit wriggling sweetheart or I’ll drop you in the mud.” He tells her caustically. There’s a sharp intake of breath and she locks up tight, every line of her hard and still.

“You drop me in it and you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a month Barnes.” She hisses at him, digging tiny fingers into his shoulder.

It’s his turn to go still. How the hell does she know his name.

“Because we married her, Punk.”

Up close the man flicks a lighter and Bucky gapes as he is suddenly confronted by his own face looking back at him.

“What to hell is going on?”

The girl wiggles again and in his effort not to drop her his hand slips from her waist, up until he feels the soft brush of the underside of her bust.

“Classy Barnes, I should have known this version of you would cop a feel the first go round too.”

“I was not copping a feel Darcy, I was getting us both out of a bad situation.” The way he says it is fondly acerbic, like this is some running gag only they know the full story too.

“You still ended up with both hands on my ass.” She slings back, the feeling that this is a much-replayed argument increases. Since said ass is currently sitting on his thighs, he’s not sure he can blame the other guy for feeling her up, it’s a great ass.

“Pretty sure you weren’t complaining at the time Sugar.” The amused huff this draws from her pushes her softness more firmly into his hand and he quickly drops it back to her waist.

In the flickering light of the of the zippo he watches incredulous as the two bicker like and old married couple.

“We are an old married couple. I’m old and she’s married.”

“Yeah, married to you, you mook!” Bucky tries to ignore the way she’s snuggling into him now, not sure whether he should be offended by her sassy comeback to his doppleganger.

“Can you read minds?” He asks as he stares at the man with his face.

“Don’t be an idiot, of course I can’t read minds, I’m you, I remember this.”

The dame, Darcy, finally makes a grabby motion towards his counterpart and he lifts her away from Bucky and onto his own knee. Bucky lets her go with numb fingers.

Darcy flutters her hand at him in greeting. “Hi, I’m Darcy, sorry about dropping on you like that, but Barnesy here just tossed me in, guess he knew you were there. Speaking of knowing things, what the fuck babe, why didn’t you tell me about this?”

The guy shrugs and settles her more firmly in his lap rubbing his thumb in soothing circles on her thigh. Completely ignoring him and focusing instead on his girl.

“Was never really sure how good my memory of this was, seemed a bit trippy at the time, thought I’d hit my head or something.”

“When are we anyway?” There’s an undercurrent of something in her tone, like she’s asking something else along with it.

“Somewhere in Italy, 1943 a few days before Azzano.” The answer given is less teasing and more serious than those before and the two share a look of understanding as she nods before brightening up again.

“Shit, is this going to mess anything up?”

Bucky wonders how anything can be more messed up than this, trapped in a trench, a few hundred feet away from certain death.

“It’ll be fine Doll, it’s just the Germans.” He tells her with a tight grin. She rolls her eyes at him and sticks her tongue out.

Bucky stares at them, at himself, more specifically, with utter astonishment.

“Just the Germans? What the hell is wrong with you?”

They both look at him then, her with a guilty sorrow and him with a grim shrug.

“Chill my dude, I can totes give you some cuddles if you’re feeling upset.”

The way her eyes regard him make him uncomfortable, part of him thinks he would like nothing more than to take her up on the offer.

“Darcy gives the best cuddles.” His counterpart shares conspiratorially.

“Yes, I do!” Lifting her chin with pride in her statement leaves him with the urge to laugh. The playful air is back between the two now and all Bucky can do is watch as the two start making faces at each other.

“Are you two fucking insane?” If he could, he would have shouted it.

“Jury’s still out.” He’s told in a teasing manner. “But considering they found me not guilty on grounds of diminished responsibility I guess it’s possible.”

She’s quick to cut in again, ready in an instant to poke fun. “Oh shut up, there’s not a piece of you that’s diminished in any way!”

Bucky just stares. It’s finally happened, he’s flipped, had a screw loose, gone crazy, nut’s, insane, was no long in possession of his faculties, turned wako!

He begins to wheeze, hysterical laughter bubbling up.

“I’ve lost it, I’m losing my mind, I’ve finally cracked…”

The dame looks at him with a little concern and makes a shushing motion as his voice rises.

“Don’t worry Buckeroo, this will all be over before you know it.” She attempts to comfort him.

“You still got your taser Doll?”

“Sure I do, there’s four charges left in it, why?”

“Might have to knock him out if doesn’t calm down.” He drawls mockingly before frowning. “Wait, who did you tase today? What did I miss?”

“Who do you think?”

“Steve? What did he do this time?”

“He was laughing.”

“Again?”

“It’s bat shit crazy pants, I swear, ever since he and Carter came back from Russia he keeps smiling.”

“Better than the permeant scowl he’s had on his face since we met.”

“Yeah, nope. It’s unnatural is what it is. Rogers has always had a stick up his butt.”

“I Know, I’ve been a little concerned too about the sudden change, but did you have to tase him?”

“He was freaking me out!”

“Twice?”

“He was cackling…. And he winked at me”

“…………..”

“Wait, Steve Rogers?” Bucky pipes up, wondering if they’re talking about his friend.

“You know any other Steve’s?” Darcy asks with an eye roll.

“Who are you people?”

“We already told you, he’s you and I’m your wife….. we’re from the future.” She turns back to his counterpart and batts her eyes. “Aww Barnesy, you were super cute at this age! I just want to pinch your cheeks.”

“You do that and I’ll pinch your cheeks Doll-face” He tells her, running a hand over the curve of her ass threateningly as she giggles.

A loud explosion nearby has them all go quiet and he feels a stab of fear not for himself this time, but for the dame wrapped up in his future self’s arms.

Older him cocks his head to one side and gives him a considering look.

“You’ve got one job mini me, look after our Doll. Don’t fuck it up!” Then he finds himself with an armful of the dame again as he watches himself leave.

She pulls his head down to whisper to him as they try to stay quiet.

“Just so you know, you are getting shit for this stunt when we get home.”

“I didn’t do anything!” He exclaims lowly, while digging around in his pocket for the zippo since his other self has taken off with his.

“Don’t.” she tells him, placing her hand over his. “We’ll give away out position with the light. It’s why you’ve run off right now. I know you, you wouldn’t leave me behind unless there was a threat needing taking care of.”

He reluctantly repockets the lighter and tries to distract himself from how nice it feels to have her weight back in his lap. She’s a tiny little thing and strong too from the feel of her, but she has generous curves in all the right places and she smells like apples. When she tucks her head under his chin he relaxes a little and pulls her in close. The tiny snort he hears tells him she’s holding back from making a comment. He almost says something, but the noise of three sets of booted feet jumping into the trench a little way down stops him.

“Shit, I think we’ve got company.”

She motions for him to put her down which he does with reluctance, but she’s right, if they’ve got enemies incoming he has to be able to fight, he grabs his rifle as she settles into a crouch beside him, pulling out an odd looking device from a holster on her waist.

Three men come upon them then, pointing guns. Bucky gets ready to defend them, bringing up his rifle. It’s short and bloody, he kills the first, but before he can get the second one, Darcy pulls the trigger on her little device and it shoots out a tiny metal projectile that digs into the skin on the soldiers neck, lighting up a little as he gurgles and drops, eyes growing glassy. Then she does the same to the second. Stunned, he watches as this one too, drops down dead. Before he can say anything, there’s a noise behind him and he swings the gun round, firing immediately. Another four German soldier have snuck up on them. The gun jams and he goes for his knife, throwing himself in front of the gun another enemy is bringing to bare on Darcy. Using him as cover, she shoots the one behind with her taser? Bucky makes quick work of the soldier he tackled and they both turn as one on the last enemy. He’s not sure who took him down first. Her or him, he falls to the ground dead, a knife lodged in his throat and the smell of ozone from the electrical device Darcy used filling the air.

They stand there panting, truthfully he thinks he’s the one more shaken by the sudden ambush. He acts out of desperation and pulls her into his arms, running his hands over her body, checking for injuries. She stands patently as though it’s nothing more than she would expect and when he’s satisfied she’s not hurt he wraps her against his chest and clings to her, burying his face In her hair and breathing in the scent of apples.

“Barnes…… are you cuddling me?”

“It’s not a fucking cuddle Doll.” He tells her stubbornly, his face still pressed into her hair.

“Lewis.”

“What?”

“When you do this, you say ‘S’not a cuddle Lewis.’. Lewis is my maiden name.”

“I do this a lot?” He asks sceptically.

She tips her head back and looks up at him.

“I really hope you remember this later…”

Darcy surges up and captures his lips in a hard, desperate kiss. At first he doesn’t know what to do, well he does, but he’s too shocked by the suddenness to do anything more than freeze.

It’s the look on her face that does it to him. He’s known her for all of maybe an hour, not once in all that time, has she looked anything more than strong and confident. But she’s still in his arms, her face now looking up at him half apologetic, half embarrassed and he can see clear as day the tiny sliver of hurt, of rejection in her eyes. It hurts him, deep in a place he didn’t know was still capable of feeling, it hurt.

He stares into her eyes and brings his hand up to cup her jaw, brushing his thumb under her eye and catching the tear that’s forming before it can fall. Then his lips are crashing into hers, it’s messy and hungry and urgent. All he can feel is her, pliant and willing as she encourages him, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging on the ends. He’s losing himself in her with each moan and whimper, his hands traveling over her body, pulling her in and then her hands are moving down, pulling his hips to grind into her and it’s him that gasps and suddenly this is more than just a kiss. There is a desire, a longing for more.

“Fuck… tell me stop Darcy, tell me to stop.” He whispers brokenly into her mouth.

“I want this too…. Please, I need you…. Don’t stop…”

He’s too gone to care as he lifts her and steps over the bodies of dead men, down the narrow trench until they find a dugout where the officers had worked. He has her inside quickly, pulling off his coat and laying it on the rickety table. She doesn’t protest as he lifts her up so she sits on the edge, she just invites him close, legs opening to him so he can push his hips flush with hers as they kiss eagerly, hands pulling at clothes, till they could touch each other’s skin. He grinds his hardness into the heat between her thighs, rutting into her as she shudders with each press.

There’s no finesse to it, no delicacy, just desperate desire and need driving them both. His shirt open as she kisses and licks at his chest, her teeth scraping and nipping. He’s never felt so much want for a woman before in his life. She kicks off her shoes, and loses no time in helping him pull her legging off, her hands reaching for his belt and making short work of unbuckling it.

Darcy doesn’t stop to think about what they’re about to do, only knows that she needs him, right now. She opens his trousers, shoving them and his boxers down far enough that she can take him in her hand, he’s hard and thick. The noise he makes as she strokes him firmly, twisting a finger over the head of his cock sends a flood of wetness from her core. His hands find their way between her legs, long fingers, sweeping between her folds and gathering the wetness, spreading it up until he finds her clit, carefully sliding over the swollen nub in tiny circles. She can’t think, pushing herself into his hand, needing more, inner muscles clutching uselessly as the ache builds and builds.

“I need you inside me….now.” It’s a command, one he’s happy to follow.

She guides him to her entrance and he sinks inside her slowly, his girth stretching her out, filling her, driving away the agonising ache. When he’s bottomed out, he stills above her and she wraps her arms around his shoulders as he rests her head against hers. Their eyes lock and she shudders at the raw emotion and need in them. She clenches around him and closes her eyes, unable to see the naked desperation there, he pulls back before slamming into her, she cries out at the surge of pleasure dancing up her spine, moving her hips to meet his as he angles his cock to drag against her clit. She digs her heels into his ass, as he sets a punishing rhythm, with each stoke he pushes deeper until all she can feel is him, deep inside her. She feels like he’s trying to leave his imprint behind.

“Look at me Doll, I want to see it, I want to see you fall apart.”

Darcy does as he asks, drowning in his eyes as he continues to thrust within her.

He wants to watch her come undone, she urges him on with her cries, his name a prayer on her lips as she tightens around him, he knows she close’s and he wont let go till she does, he wants to come inside her with her clenching around him. Wants them to die the little death together as they fuck each other back to life, a reminder that they didn’t die tonight. A memory for him to carry of this tantalising promise of a future they will share one day.

She’s right on the edge, he can feel it as her belly clenches and her legs tremble, on his next thrust he changes the angle, impaling her as she shatters, his name shouted brokenly into his neck. The feel of her walls clamping down drives him to his own peak and he surrenders to the pleasure, cock twitching violently as he fills her. She flutters around him, milking every drop, back arched, pulling him impossibly deeper. Her eyes are blown wide in bliss as he continues to rock against her, riding out the wave of orgasm. He kisses her softly, infusing as much feeling as he can into it. They don’t let go, continuing to cling to each other, he feels safe there, cradled between her hips. This feels like salvation, hope.

“I love you.” The softest whisper comes from her lips and he clutches her in close, bodies completely entwined, unable to say what he feels, unable to put it into words.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to say it back.”

The reassurance in her tone doesn’t make him feel guilty as he thinks it should. He doesn’t want to leave her warmth, but they can’t stay like this forever. He eases out of her, choking back a sob at the loss. Darcy runs soothing hands over his arms and helps him re dress. He helps her too as she slips back into her clothes, kneeling down to slide her shoes back on while she stayes perched on the table he just fucked her on. Part of him feels ashamed for taking her like that, fast and hard in a dirty hole in the ground. She deserves better than that.

He’s still shaking from the adrenalin when he sits down on a low bench, near breathless from everything, the fight, the fucking… the words she’s said.

Darcy climbs onto his lap and he folds her into an embrace, holding her carefully, like the treasure he knows she is.

“Now this is a fucking cuddle.” He tells her with the barest hint of amusement, letting her tinkling laugh wash over him as they both calm down.

It’s near dawn when his counterpart shows up, covered in mud and blood and tells them it’s time to go.

He leads them back to where the light first struck last night, on the ground are glowing markings in a circle. They seem to brighten as they get closer. Darcy runs ahead a little, running round the emblem, inspecting it.

“There’s a safe line back towards last base now. I took out four tanks last night and two battalions. You can get your men back to Azzano safely.”

“How the hell…”

“Don’t ask.” He tells him shortly. “You got her for one night. Don’t forget it, you’re going to need that memory, it’s exactly the promise you think it is. And when you find her again? Pick her up and run.”

“Pick her up and run?”

“You know what she is to us.”

“She’s ours.”

“Just as much as we are hers. Take her and run and never look back, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Everything that happens, she makes it worth it.”

Bucky swallows thickly. The future looks a little less bright than it did. Figures, there’s nothing that comes for free in this life, it’s all bought with blood and pain.

Darcy darts up and hugs him, kissing him quickly with a shy smile and he squeezes her hand.

“I can’t wait to meet you Doll.”

Darcy grins at him and then joins his other self on the glowing marks.

“Hey! Bucky, it’s Lewis, Darcy Lewis, don’t forget me for too long!”

Then the sky opens up again and the whirl of colour whisks them away as though they were never there.

Bucky waits a few minutes, watching as the marks burned into the ground fade and are consumed by the mud. Then he walks away, back to find what’s left of his men and lead them back towards Azzano.

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