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dirty-lit · 1 year ago

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Not replacing my partners! I just don't want to overwhelm them with new ideas. I'm looking for an rp with two sides to it: (warning for dysphoric themes/dysphoria, dysphoric and dysmorphic people you have been warned! And a general dead dove warning just in case)

less scandalous rp themes: emotional rp, super hero(es) (or villain(s)- but if we do villains I want them to either turn good or go back and forth), rapid healing, fast metabolism, superhuman, lots of fluff, comfort, romance, aftercare, m/c's super suit stays ON during sex, non-physical transition, ftm/ftm, bi/pan characters, cheesy superhero names, be 21+ ooc, 50/50-70/30 plot/smut or smut/plot

shocking & SCANDALOUS themes: optional fisting, toys, top/bottom dynamics, bdsm vibes, rough sex, angst rp, Masc ftm, top ftm, power imbalance, related/siblings, possible weapon play, possible dark/villain character(s) (might include kidnapping, restraints, etc villain stuff. possibly twisted cycle path shit), unable to transition, trans angst, trans dysphoria, possible clothing/uniform kink, possible light pvc kink, large or huge insertions, The Strap, fucked up toys/possibly as Straps (optional: knotted, ridged, horse, spiked, vibrating, oviposition toys, mechanical tentacles, huge), power imbalnce kink, optional daddy kink/cg/l/other forms of related & age themed play, shock, guilt, angst, optional shared trauma, forbidden love, past trauma, optional dubcon or CNC, possible aphrodisiacs or drugging, other dark themes possible

So, basically, at least one of our characters being superhuman and that causing at least one of them to be unable to "physically transition" (the other can be unable to OR just have no interest in it, but I would like them to have that physical side in common) is a theme I can't get out of my head. I would love for them to bond over this. And why related? Because I love a scandal/shock/guilt/angst/forbidden love… And a built in lifelong friend/protector and thefluffy history… And possible shared trauma. I would love for our characters to be 28+ but I'll accept younger characters, and I'm willing to play MC as ycs dad instead of brother.

Y/C: hero, villain, or even an average bystander, superhuman OR just a normal human (bystander OR Batman style vigilante), ftm, bottom, either unable to physically transition or uninterested in it, he/him, bi or pan (or demisexual), and the rest is up to you! (Please no characters that ID as wlw, lesbians, or women, I really want to lean into ftm x ftm for this and for them to have that in common ❤) (ftm femboys accepted!)

M/C: top, dominant, masc, ftm, always wears a black mask + thick tactical outfit and a men's Kevlar vest instead of a binder (really leans into his alter ego due to dysphoria) (the super suit obscures his body and stays ON during sex), short and thick (thicc) boy with weapons and combat boots he actually uses for combat, superhuman after a poisoning gone wrong (or right?) (Think The Boys + Supe Serums) (y/c can be suffering physical effects and/or gain abilities from the same poisoning?), hero (or villain, anti hero, or anti villain: would love to make him at least a little psycho), regenerative abilities, super strength, tendency to self immolate when in dire trouble, loves weapons, hand-to-hand combat, communicates through psychic speech (no voice, just words in your head), slight pyrokinetic (if that's overkill I'll nerf him for you, or if you want him more OP we can do that), got into heroing (or villaining) because it's an excuse to hide his face/body/identity and live as an alter ego that's stronger than he feels like he is, unable to physically transition and angsty about it & does everything he can to present as male anyway, panromantic & demisexual.

Weaknesses: angsty, emotional, good heart/intentions, traumatic past, probably insane AND mentally ill, highly flammable probably, secret identity possibly will be exposed, at this point everybody knows he's trans & can't physically transition & he hates this (quick internet search is all it takes, outed as trans by a "hero" probably), probably anti social

Their chemistry: I would love for our characters to initially butt heads and end up working together, or we can just go the kidnapping route 💀 and have them eventually find common ground. They definitely bond over being ftm and aren't afraid to talk about it with each other (or at least get to that point). Also: because forbidden love: one or both of them doesn't know they're siblings (if one knows that can be a fun/dark angle) but eventually they both find out. Each had a long time crush on the other/were always super close but never acted on it, super loving/affectionate as sibs though, at least until m/c's dysphoria got the best of him and he stopped coming home at all (roommates+missing person angle?). (A built in plot here could be m/c as a villain, abducting y/c as a hero or as a civilian, because he knows who they really are to each other and it's an excuse to get close to or romance them (but he convinces himself he has good intentions): dubcon is an option if you want to get dark. )

Important notes: Villains that never go good or never at least go back and forth good/evil/grey just aren't for me. I respect it but it's boring to me personally. Also: despite his situation I would still like to write my character as a guy and not have him be feminized, or his physicality be focused on for femme reasons. I usually write cis characters and physically transitioned characters so I'd still like the same vibe of "this is still a masc guy". The allure of this rp for me is "let's explore trans superhumans", the irony/cost of gaining that power, and exploring a guy who is a dude but has these big issues with his body. Basically I just love angst and drama, he's trans for the angst and that's the angle I would like to go with.

So, if anyone is interested in this super specific/weird exploration of a bunch of wrong-angsty-dramatic things that can affect a supe's love life and emotional well-being, like or reblog this, and I'll get to you as soon as I have some free time!

Literacy, ooc info, and frequency: I will not be responding daily forever, I'll try for a response at least once a week but who knows. 3-4 paragraphs is good but I'm not strict. I try to avoid typos but they happen, and I do use text speak ooc. If you need rapid fire messages, daily responses, daily ooc, or a lot of attention, please don't respond. I try to be a good rp partner but I need space too, and an rp partnership isn't a romantic relationship (where attention is actually required). It's just writing fiction. ❤☺

Tag: t4t rp

Be 21+ ooc to answer, oc x oc, ftm x ftm, hero/villain or hero/hero, like or reblog and op will contact you when they have time!

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augment-techs · 1 year ago

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Unknown: Honestly, I'm not entirely against the idea of unnamed parents in the Ranger universe. It gives multiple opportunities for theories and speculation. Also confirmations feel a little superfluous in the long run? Kim: I...yeah, all girls for this family dynamic, Xian Of The One Braincell has a very nice ring to it. Not so much with the fact that Trini and Tommy are both confirmed dead, which means Kim is doubly traumatized, but...Pink, Yellow, Green is NOT the worst combo. Tommy:

I do delight in any scenario where we get to see a little more of your ideas with the Ranger multiverse interacting and all that means in the long run with other Bad End Tommy figures~ I also rather adore both Bolin and Su. Bolin especially, because YES, he would be a FANTASTIC co-parent with Skull and Trini, and I rather like the though of them in Mastodon knight uniforms (I totally remember the Forever Black knight; they would look stunning). Even if Bolin does end up taking the shot, how fun that would be~ Su feels like a true wildcard, but somehow I am pacified by Billy and David taking her under wing. Jason: 😌👍 Billy: 😭😭😭😭 Laura: Tate feels like a real softy who would absolutely fall off the length of a pier if left to his own. Thankfully unlike Trini he can cook, but baby boy needs a leash. Linette absolutely got her brain from Trini, but ALL of the genetic variations of Zack's CAN DO-WILL DO attitude. I am flinching away incredibly hard at the idea of any of Trini's dolls being given the ability to move around on their own, but...family love is family love. ^^; Violet:

I see your pun with Heather and I am fully okay with anyone named Heather that ISN'T a reference to the tragi-comedy of the 80s or the musical (better as that way). Tiny little kiln baby girl gets to much LOVE, "the law does not apply when she wants to take a picture or take a leaf or flower" >>>OMG *cries with happiness* MACE FINSTER IF HE COMES NEAR HER AGAIN. BLAST THE FUCKER, VI. Marge: *ear twitch* Oh? Hello there reason for sexual/romantic misunderstandings~ Wee lamb didn't know, but apologies and getting a place with two scary looking punk bodyguards was a nice bonus~ ....I feel like Francis is going to follow down into his moms' legacy of being gay and sassing everyone within a three yard radius. His favorite band is a tiny little speck of a woman than still gives off 'please step on me vibes' and two very tall men who COULD pass as beguiling swains in a certain light. Tyar, by contrast, is ABSOLUTELY going to end up a monster fucker. His brother got his number, uh-huh uh-huh. Matt: 🤗💕❤ Skull: (o゜▽゜)o☆ Bulk: ✪ ω ✪ Zack:

I mean, I don't wanna say that I didn't see something like this coming. But I DIDN'T and it makes me feel boiling rage. Because, much like with parents that are specialist doctors, you can't be mad because they're saving people's lives, but you are mad, because all their time is spent with each other and different people. I kind of had to take a moment to just...stare at the screen here for a bit, because Kim. Kim, honey, pull a card. Jethro and Avery are worth semi-retirement again, PULL A CARD. Kiya:

We need this, all of this, every single bit of this, OMG OMG OMG!!! Kyrok is perfect and if we don't get something like this in the comic, I will have lost all of my faith in the writers AAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!!!!! Richie: Isolde is perfect and would make the best of the little background/support characters for any rangers. Take those bragging rights, girlie, you own it. Tobin is: CHARMING CHARMING CHARMING. I know you marked him with amber, but I am getting Eastern dragon type vibes off of him. Or kitsune~ Kai is right about the friends thing, so he does have that going for him. His planned future is all very well, but it's nice that he has instincts. I am okay with either tangential au scenario, but I like the above one better

Trini Kwan canon children and oc children. Trini's fun. I find her interesting, and I love how even beyond Zack, she is the middle man. She knows how Billy speaks and how to explain it to Jason and Zack. She's a sweet girl with slightly creepy beloved dolls and hobbies. She's super enthusiastic but not in a way you'd immediately notice. I love Trini.

canon children:

unknown father;

Minh Kwan. I like Minh, she's awesome. Her shenanigans with the morpher made me laugh, and her getting to see memories of her mom? I was crying. I like how she's like Trini while also being her own person. But they could have done more. Her entire schtick is revenge and being a teenager. Okay. Well she's nice enough but what are her hobbies? Aside from fighting and visiting her mom's grave???? she...seems fashion oriented? She knows how to drive? she likes the jucie bar? we can do better. But, I do enjoy her character. It’s kinda weird how the dad was never revealed, bur I guess they couldn’t talk about Richie because his actor also died. Richie was meant, originally before cast changes required a change in plot, to be the red herring to who the white ranger was. He was Trini’s love interest and was going to be this mysterious new kid who may or may not be the white ranger before-surprise! It’s Tommy. I personally don’t know if Trini would have gotten with Richie in the end, but I ship it lol. I’m just suggesting him as a possible, but I do have kids for him in the non canon list.

my non canon children for Trini Kwan:

Kimberly Hart;

Xian Linh Hart, aged 16. Xian is the younger half sister of Minh and Olivia. When Tommy disappeared Trini did as well, however a few years after Tommy. She and Kim got close shortly after Minh was born, and later got married. Soon after they had a daughter of their own with the help of in vitro fertilization procedures. Trini later died in a freak accident fighting a villain, and Kim withdrew completely with her daughters. Xian’s a pink ranger to Olivia’s green and Minh’s yellow. She’s the one braincell in the sister group, and a fair balance of her sister’s personalities. Still figuring herself out, trying to do Kim proud while also struggling to figure out how to honor Trini’s memory.

Tommy Oliver;

During the incident where Zedd was twisting a neighbor girl of Trini’s into an evil princess on a magic island, Tommy went to help the girl, confident in Trini’s promise; she’d undo the spell on both of them and save them. When the spell took effect, Zedd was true to his word snd released the other teammates, and the evil duo of Green and Lavender debuted. “Prince Tommy” remembered little but the promise of Trini’s. He and the girl, Hallie, killed Drakkon and terraformed the planet into a nightmarish land of fairytale places. Treacherous mountains, terrifying forests, murderous deserts. Razing cities in their wake, making the planet in the image of Hallie’s twisted obsession. It’s not too different than it was, except that the different biomes don’t encourage cities very much. Each region now sentient to an extent. And willing to punish humanity for city building.

Trini and Tommy entered a strange adversarial relationship. Tommy’s obsession with Trini reaching a fever pitch after a few years. The promise and the hatred of fairytales he has twisting into an odd association with Trini. His saving grace, even if he can’t remember what from . They did have a few nights were no fights took place, and they have two kids, with “Prince Tommy” none the wiser that his “Huntress” often has their kids in tow. Bolin and Su are 16 and 14 respectively. Bolin knows who Tommy is to them, Su does not.

Bolin’s been raised his entire life with the resistance and the sole mission of finding the dumpster Rita’s still stuck in, or some other mystic who’d know how to undo the Venus Island spell. He learned about Tommy being his dad two years ago, after meeting David. It didn’t take a lot to put the pieces together with how much David looks like them and Bolin having never seen David’s brother without his helmet until Tommy confronted David and Trini, where he put Trini under a spell. Up till that point Trini co-parented them with Skull and Bulk, and Bolin likes Skull and Bulk as parents and mentors. An adept marksman with throwing knives. Skilled at potion making, and doesn’t know how to feel about Tommy and Hallie. Yes, it’s a spell, but…well. How many times can one take being nearly murdered by maddened tyrants. Considering joining the tyrant prince and princess’s ranks with Bulk to see if he can’t save them…if he can kill them. He’s not currently associated with a color, but he will be a Mastodon Knight, when he’s undercover. Bulk’s his captain and they’re both doing their best. Trini doesn’t approve when this happens, however when she becomes Tommy’s Power Huntress and right hand, it’s not really up to her.

Su is very much a product of her environment. She wasn’t born before nightmare fairytale world, and she can’t imagine anything else. Her logic hinges on magic, and people she knows. Bartering and being kind and clever and very very good with figuring out how to fight with limited space. She doesn’t get why her brother’s been so moody the last two years, and has been traveling with David and Billy to spread the word about Zack and Kim, who both died fighting Tommy, and try to figure out how to undo everything. She’s not sure if she wants to, this version of the world is all she knows but…it would be cool to meet Rita. A real live wicked witch? You don’t see one of those every day. She assumes Richie, who Tommy tortured and killed very early in hers and Bolin’s lives, is her dad. Is more and more motivated to get the curse on Tommy and Hallie broken in any case, just to get her mom, brother, and honorary uncle back. She misses them. Not associated with a color, nor is she going to be a knight of any sort. If she was, it’d be white.

Jason Lee Scott;

They got together in their teens after putty!Matt got them thinking about it, and after a short time apart, they got back together. Jason and Trini co-parent Minh, and have a kid of their own. Terry Scott is twelve and while deeply enthusiastic over everything, he's rather reserved. Fairly calm, and watchful. He's always pausing before talking. Definitely a mama's boy. However, he likes battle borgs with Jason, and they do watch each new season together. Terry's got no interest in being a power ranger. When Trini died, he had even less interest in it. Kid keeps Jason out of rangerdom, because how could he go back in when Minh's currently a yellow, and Terry's still grieving his mom. Terry and Minh's relationship has gotten really strained, and Jason's trying to keep the family together. Trini'd want him to try.

Billy Cranston;

Minh, in this reality, Billy is the unnamed father. Minh and a younger brother, aged 10. Hao and Minh go to live with Zack after Billy inadvertently gets their mother-his wife-killed. as of course, he tells them the truth. Even after, they don't forgive him, but Minh does somewhat reconcile. Hao, however, needs time. Nobody blames the kids for not being able to forgive, least of all Billy.

Laura (last name unknown);

Laura and Kim were both scout masters to their troop of Angelettes, and Trini got to meet Laura properly during something she’d been invited to help out with for badge earning. She’d met Laura briefly when she and Billy had tried dating, and had developed a crush. Had been relieved when Laura and Billy broke up, for a myriad of reasons. One of which was the crush on Laura, the other was that Laura and Billy’d both realized they were interested in the same sex, and broke up when they came out to each other. Trini still did ask Billy if Billy was ok with her dating an ex; that can be weird no matter the reason. Billy was supportive of the idea, more relieved both of them had a chance to be happy now.

Laura and Trini have two kids, and Billy and Zack are surrogate fathers. Billy wasn’t available or comfortable the second time (he’d just gotten married himself), and Jason was alright with offering. Tate, aged 21, and Linette, aged 15, are their kids. Laura works at the museum as a tour guide, and usually works with the school groups. She sees both her kids about twice a year at her job for the annual trips, but she’s never the guide for their school groups. They want their privacy after all, but she does say hi when she sees them. This had saved Tate a few times over the years; he’s very forgetful, and Laura can just covertly give him items like his lunch while saying hi. She’s gonna miss seeing her kids at work like this when Linette graduates. Trini’s love for doll collecting lead her to making her own dolls, and she sells custom dolls to collectors.

Tate lives as a regular space cadet type person. Literally. He’s going into astronomy as a chosen vocation. Because he’s often mostly concerned with the skies and what’s going on up there, he often forgets things. His homework, his lunch, his shoes once…the skies are just more interesting. However, Trini signed them both up for a cooking class during one of his college breaks, and he’s found making simple meals does center him when he’s spinning his wheels. Tate will make vast quantities of different types of ramen or burgers or soups if he’s studying for a test, and his entire floor of his dorm has learned that around the midterms and finals the best place to get food is Tate Kwan’s room. Is not supposed to be cooking. Everyone knows he is cooking. But you need to catch someone in the act or with pots and pans and the intention to cook, and…there isn’t even so much as a tea bag or kettle in his room whenever anyone looks. Not that anyone looks super hard; this is benefitting everyone. He’s on a scholarship and is doing his best, but best means A’s and B’s and his teachers like him. He’s pleasant, even if he is a little distant, polite, sweet tempered, and willing to explain things in simple terms to anyone who needs it. Given his sister’s aspirations, he has been helping her prepare for applying to colleges, and has been tutoring her in math when needed. Not associated with a color.

Linette, like Laura, is an Angelette. Kimberly is her Angel Leader, and she loves it. Her goal is to collect every badge in the catalogue before she turns 18. This will look good on her college applications. Linette wants to go into the computer sciences. She became fascinated when one of the tasks for a badge required programming a simple website. She went the extra mile and built a simple computer as well, to cover another two badges. She was hooked. She’s built her brother his computer, and Laura one. Either option as a career seems very fun. She’s been helping Trini make little automaton versions of her dolls. They do simple things like write little letters or play music or brush hair. They make people happy, and that makes Linette happy. She wants to be able to do this in a larger scale. A lot more organized and down to earth than her brother. He forgets everything; she forgets nothing. Not associated with a color

Violet Arias;

When Zack and Violet broke up, and then Violet and Billy, Trini had to wait for Violet to recover enough to want to date someone in that friend group again. Or at all. And then they both went to college on opposite sides of the country. They stayed in contact, but it wasn’t the same. Until they were video chatting on Valentine’s, and one thing led to another…and they were long distance dating, to both’s pleasant surprise. When they could finally meet again in person they had a trial run to see if they could be together as a couple, if this would work. It did, and now they have two daughters and run a paint your own pottery place, well, two. The first was so popular they opened the second one in a nearby town. Trini had Minh and was a single mom well before she and Violet got together, but Minh got used to Violet fairly quickly and adores her step mom. Billy offered to help them have a kid together, and they agreed.

Heather Arias-Kwan is eleven. She’s very spunky and opinionated. She likes painting and the pottery (she helped make the little kiln god that her moms use for their kiln when she was a lot younger-you can see her thumbprints in the little guy if you look closely). Trini loves how helpful Heather is, and Heather loves doing tai chi with her in the park each morning before going to school. She’s always scribbling little poems to paint onto cups or plates, and practicing drawing birds or flowers for her projects. She’s often getting into shenanigans when she sees something she wants to use for inspiration, the law does not apply when she wants to take a picture or take a leaf or flower.

Finster kidnapped her once. Nobody knows what he was intending because when they found them she was happily making clay figures in a corner and he was painting ones she’d finished. They only know he was going to do something as he said he’d changed his mind. This, rightfully, freaked out Violet. She and Trini are both a little worried that Heather might want to go back for the magic life giving clay. Not associated with a color. Kept a closer eye on than before after Finster. Hasn’t noticed this yet, she’s too busy doing other things. The attention has led to some friction between Trini and Violet, however. Violet still isn’t a huge fan of the rangers, and doesn’t like the fact this is putting their kid in danger. Trini understands and agrees to a point, but she had told Violet she used to be a ranger; Violet walked into this with eyes open.

Marge (last name unknown);

Trini, Billy, and Marge went to the same camp as kids, and became friends. This unfortunately resulted in Skull hating her. Trini never thought to ask why, until Marge had a lesbian awakening, and stopped trying to ask Billy to different dances. Trini confronted Bulk and Skull over the years long jealousy campaign, and got them to apologize to Marge, tagging along to make sure they did. Marge was having a hard time with her parents so the apology meant a lot. And the fact Trini got them to make the apology meant even more. They got together once Marge had found a somewhat stable place to live to finish school, and had worked on coming to terms with some things a little. After being mistaken for the blue ranger and being rescued by Trini, she loosened up a lot more, and started helping with Bulk and Skull’s podcast. Mostly script writing and holding the camera.

She realized she didn’t want to go to college for a career her parents had picked out for her, and got a vocation degree for plumbing, and then later a community college degree for business. She has a small fleet of plumbers, and Trini, and two adopted boys, and they’re all happy.

Tyar and Francis are international adoptions, Tyar from Indonesia and Francis from England. Tyar was adopted as a toddler, and Francis was adopted at ten. They’re seventeen and fifteen, respectively. Francis got to be ringbearer at his new moms’ wedding, which was cool, and Tyar was Trini’s “second best” man; Zack was official best man for her, to help Tyar with his duties while still letting him be important.

Tyar likes his new brother, though it’s taking some getting used to not being the only child. The adjustment has led to some friction between them, with the two having wildly different personalities. Tyar is the yellow ranger of his team, and this doesn’t help with the friction. He can’t just tell Francis, plus Francis doesn’t really like the insanity of the rangers and monsters and supernatural forces. So Francis is left with his own assumptions about Tyar and constantly disappearing, and Tyar’s just trying to keep everything balanced. He’s a huge horror movie buff, and works at the movie theater. To help the theater with extra income, Friday nights are Freaky Flic nights. They play a small selection of old classics, and a mystery horror movie. Given his tastes, only the really brave who know him buy the tickets to the mystery horror movie. He likes his horror gory and bleak. He’s very good in English class, and gym, and wants to be a screenplay writer one day. He’s already got one he’s working on. Everyone Dies At The End. A slasher comedy. The one thing he and Francis can agree on is their favorite band, Hart and the Bonez. Francis about lost his mind when he found out Kimberly Hart and the Skullovitch brothers were friends with their moms, and that’s definitely fun.

Francis is a livewire with a short fuse who doesn’t have any patience for the utter insanity in this new town. His new brother for the past year or so has been disappearing whenever monsters show up, monsters are a thing, space villains are a thing, hell is apparently a thing…that’s concerning…He’s trying to get a summer job, and is looking for something that doesn’t have anything to do with monsters or his brother. Considering working at the music shop. He knows a lot about violins, and music, and would love to work at the store and maybe tutor kids. He’s pretty sure Tyar is in love with one of the monsters to the point of embarrassment; why else would he disappear whenever the guy showed up? He’s trying to figure out a tactful way to set them up so maybe Tyar can stop flaking on other stuff in the name of his crush. As for Francis, he just wants a week without silly, please. It’s been hard acclimating to being a brother the last few years and this has made it harder.

Matthew Cook;

Trini smacked sense into him after the upteenth pity party. She also forced him to come along for a mission in space with the Solar Rangers. He wanted to be let in on the whole thing? Fine! They could do that! Welcome to space Matt, everyone you meet is going to die or kill you! Have fun!

After, he put the dagger up, and he and Trini actually talked about what happened on the moon. She also retired from being a ranger, and they focused on taking a page from Bulk and Skull; being helpful as civilians. Matt asked Trini to marry him, and Trini said no. They made a game of it for a few years before she finally did say yes, when they were both financially stable.

They have Minh, and do foster parenting. Currently fostering JJ Oliver, due to unforeseen events leading to both Tommy and Kat unable to care for their kid for the time being. It’s hard being s foster family, but it’s nice being able to see the kids go back to their parents or move on to hopefully better situations. Matt’s at peace, and Trini is too. Trini is a plane mechanic; Matt is a fireman.

Eugene Skullovitch;

He kept asking her out until she agreed to go out with him. And actually had a nice time. So she humored him again, and again, it was nice. They weren't seeing seeing each other though, and both of them had their kids around the same time. Skull had Spike, and Trini had Minh, and they liked each other fine and loved each other's kids. They had one more, together. August Kwan. He's thirteen, and a complete introverted social butterfly. He loves showing off and gushing about his interests but he hates dealing with too many people for too long. He's really into piano, like Skull. A composer for video game music sounds like a really fun profession, so maybe when he's older he'll work towards that. But he's thirteen, he's got time. He has a stuffed animal he's been attached to since he was two, is half convinced stuffed animal is sentient, and carries it around in his hoodie or backpack. He's not ready to let it go, and Trini fully understands, supports, and gets this. When he's ready, Banjo the seal plushy, will be put beside her own childhood doll Ticklesneezer. Skull's following along with the gentle parenting; he's a bit out of his depth but he appreciates and loves that their kids are being actively supported. He's working on it, and so far the kids aren't traumatized, so something must be working.

Farkas Bulkmeier;

in one au she's a surrogate mom for Bulk and Tommy, but in another, Bulk and Trini got together after Minh's dad left the picture. Bulk had experience with helping a single parent, and Trini was extremely grateful. Minh loved him, and loved when Spike came over. Bulk and Trini had one more kid together when Minh was around six. Rue Kwan. currently aged 17. Minh is going into law, and Rue is considering being a private detective. Or a rocket scientist. Both would be equally fun challenges. Rue's a quick thinker, and rather politely sassy. She's got a dry sense of humor but her comebacks are scathing and legendary. Rue's on the heavier side, and this leads to some self image issues sometimes, especially around valentine's or dances, though Bulk and Trini and Minh are quick to nip this in the bud as quickly as possible whenever it crops up. Rue knows her own mind, and her own opinions. She's been sent to the principle's office for getting into arguments with her teachers more than once. not associated with a color.

Zack Taylor;

They started dating in space, and it was nice. When Trini became red, it got more serious, and being with each other was always so safe, emotionally. They don’t spent a lot of time on earth, but they do have two kids. The two don’t see their kids much, Jethro, age 16 and Avery, age 15 are on earth and do school on earth. They see their parents on holidays when they can, but mostly live with Kim. They have very distant relationships with their parents, even if they wish their parents would retire. They partially retired until both of them were in Junior High, which makes it extra tough. It feels a little like an abandonment, even if it isn’t.

Jethro is not really open to his parents, and has a better relationship with Kim. He wants to be a DJ, and does DJ’ing stuff for school dances and parties. Annoyed by his parents, has a ton of friends, prefers his friends. He likes Kim just fine, and everyone else. He just thinks his parents are using their duties as an excuse to get out of raising their kids. Jethro tries to avoid talking about his parents and what they do. He’s got his own things to do, they have theirs.

Avery loves her parents. She misses them dearly and wants them to come home. She’s become a bit of a people pleaser, swallowing down anxiety or unhappiness so nobody worries. She worries about them, a lot, and wishes they’d just stay home with their kids, who love them. While she doesn’t get why her parents are always in space, she knows they are doing important work saving people, and thus, tries to be understanding and patient and not worry anyone. Not associated with a color.

Kiya Kyatyl;

Trini was able to head off Kiya’s ptsd breakdown in regards to Tommy Oliver by explaining as they got to earth Drakkon’s never get past being a green ranger, and their Tommy’s currently a white ranger. She has no idea if she’s telling the truth but Kiya clung to this as a lifeline and Trini let her. The two got very close during their time as teammates, and very very close during the Eltaran War. They got together shortly after and now, they have a kid.

Kyrok, another orphan from Khoodjah. They went back briefly to see if things had gotten better, they hadn’t, and there was a young boy in need of rescuing. Kyrok reminded Kiya of her brother, and a little of Trini. They rescued him at eight, he is currently 24. He hasn’t set foot on Khoodjah since, but they all live on Mirinoi.

Kyrok is a bit of an animal lover, and wants to specialize in veterinary for alien animals. His moms are fairly encouraging of the idea, and Trini has suggested he first start with earth animals as earth has some of the widest varieties of animals. Kiya is a bit apprehensive of the idea as, while she doesn’t want to put Tommy’s head on a spike, she still doesn’t fully trust the man. And he lives on earth. But, it would make Kyrok happy, and he knows how to take care of himself. He’s good at hand to hand combat, and lock picking. He can mimic voices fairly well as well as throw his voice (this was deemed as witchcraft on Khoodjah unfortunately, hence his needing to be rescued). Clever and smart and a bit introspective. He’s a bit shy, but he likes new experiences. Doesn’t like sweets, and loves thunderstorms. Not associated with a color.

Richie (last name unknown);

Trini kept falling for this mysterious guy. He was a new student, he was sweet, he always knew the right thing to say to make her whole day. And then Tommy got sick, and lost Green due to Lord Zedd. And suddenly Trini never noticed Richie where the new white ranger was. And when he came back after the fight, it was similar excuses to the ones she often used. Suddenly, it made sense why he worked at the juice bar as a second job. It was a favorite target and the favorite spot of the rangers. Plus, in the white server outfit, he could easily hide the fact he always wore white as part of his work clothes.

Trini confronted him, and he came clean; he WAS the white ranger, but it was only temporary. He was just helping out until Tommy was alright again. Trini was a bit mad he hadn’t said anything, though couldn’t really hold it against him. This was probably for safety reasons as Zedd wanted the white ranger’s power as well as the green. Richie eventually gave the white ranger powers to Tommy, and Trini gave the yellow ranger powers to Aisha. They started dating once they were no longer rangers. They have three children. Isolde, Tobin, and Kai.

Isolde is 27, and she runs a food truck. A little bit of a disaster person, but nobody can say no to her Vietnamese food truck with boba tea. There’s lines for it. She loves it. It gets her everywhere in town, she hears all the interesting gossip, and she can just go to where the people are instead of hope they come to her. Richie gave her the idea, and she’s never not going to be thankful to her dad over it. It’s just when she’s not running the food truck is when things go wonky. Everyone keeps mistaking her as the new ranger showing up in town and she really really isn’t. This is not something that’s going on. She’s not getting involved, no sir. She does, however, sell to any of the villains and rangers who want to get food after the fights. There’s a no fighting by the truck policy she holds to, and it has led to some…interesting scenarios. The spoiled rotten prince of the invading army proposed, as one example. She told him no. He suggested marrying his sister. While sweet even if he was thinking with his stomach…She had to explain what aromantic and asexual was and why she wasn’t going to just marry either of them-and yes lart if it was them attempting to invade earth-but gave them a special discount. This is bragging rights, in any case. Not associated with a color but everyone thinks she’s the Amber ranger running around town. Her parents worry, of course, bur she’s smart and resourceful. She knows how to stay out of situations. Or handle them if she’s in them.

Tobin is 25 and he is the Amber ranger running around town. He feels bad letting his sister get the eyes pointed at her, but it keeps the eyes off of him. It’s imperative he doesn’t let anyone know who he is right now, and so it’s easier if everyone thinks it’s her. He works at the radio station, and the Ranger Eyes program lets civilians call in to the radio to report sightings. He uses this to his upmost advantage. He’s helping a friend, and he’s not going to stop helping a friend. He’s pretty sure Richie has guessed but as his dad isn’t saying anything outright…he feels he’s ok. Calm, collected, charming, unpredictable in fights and doing his best to remain mysterious even though he’s the worst at keeping secrets. Has threatened the two brats attempting to take over the planet for “hitting on the nice food truck woman when she clearly isn’t interested”. That’s his sister, and he’s mad they even tried. However even if he could say anything she’d probably laugh at him, which he knows, but..still. It’s the principle of the thing. Is also trying VERY HARD not to think about how Isolde probably would have taken either two up on it if she wasn’t asexual or aromantic.

Kai is nineteen and is a complete book nerd. High Fantasy his preferred genre, and he runs a d&d group at a friend’s comic store. They’re playing a home brew campaign he’s like, eighty percent certain is based off the current exploits of the newest ranger team. Kai often has to be dragged out of his apartment to do things by siblings or parents when he’s not at the comic store, and he works for his sister at the food truck. He doesn’t have a lot of friends but he’s of the opinion of quality over quantity. Who needs a lot of bad friends when you can have one to three good close friends? Kai wants to develop his own indie video game one day; he just doesn’t know what to make it about. Yet. He’s confident he’ll come up with an idea, and soon.

In a tangential au, Minh is middle sibling, and Richie got Saba after Tommy got the dragon coin working again. Richie and Trini were both killed by Robo Rita. Trini trying to protect an injured Richie who couldn’t move from the spot due to a broken leg. Which leads to Zack and Billy protecting and looking out for and after four young adults with attitude.

In another tangential au, Richie isn’t a ranger at all, nor was he ever. He was confused when Trini confronted him, and it turns out it was Tommy all along. Trini apologies to Richie, who accepts the apology and is the reason Trini ultimately walks away from rangerdom for good. They have their four kids, are happy, and nobody dies.

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Caught in the Fire 34 - Vengeful [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Last two chapters! ❤ I hope you like this chapter my loves, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think of it, kisses!❤

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Vengeance can be bloody.

Warnings: Violence, death, crime, explicit language, dysfunctional relationships, guns, murder, blood, trauma. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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Growing up with a future mob boss had taught you multiple things.

Even though you weren’t officially involved, even though you were an outsider, you knew how dangerous the business could get. You had seen it multiple times, you had heard about it, people got hurt all the time and it was just something that came with the job.

You knew all that, but this?

This was something else.

You had barely talked to anyone ever since your arrival with the exception of Becca, who seemed to go from sobbing to being completely quiet. Winnifred hadn’t moved from her spot like she was in complete shock for the last hour, since a doctor had taken her down the hall to inform her about the procedure.

Traumatic amputation, they called it. His left arm was crushed and damaged beyond repair and in order to even have a chance of saving his life, they had to amputate it and needed her signature.

The whole waiting room was crowded, you had seen Natasha and Tony and their men coming and going, Sam had dropped by before leaving with Steve and Sarah was right beside Winnifred, trying to console her. Becca wiped at her eyes before making her way to you.

“Can we go outside or a minute or two?” she rasped out. “I feel like the walls are coming over me.”

You nodded and stood up, making Sarah look at you two.

“Do you…?” you asked and she shook her head.

“Winnifred? Do you want anything from downstairs?”

Winnifred shook her head completely quiet, and you and Becca closed the door behind you before making your way downstairs. You stepped out of the building, the crisp, cold air filling your lungs. You sat beside Becca who took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the jacket, and offered you one. You took it from her, then leaned in so that she could light it up.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” you croaked out and she shook her head.

“Desperate times,” she mumbled and exhaled the smoke. “What do you think are the chances that I lose my father and my brother within the same year?”

The lump that had lodged itself in your throat for the whole night almost hurt as you tried to swallow.

“He’s going to be fine.”

“I’ve seen this coming, you know?”

You kept your gaze on the smoke. “Becca…”

“No I told him, I made him promise me he wouldn’t do anything stupid that night when he prepared his will—”

“What?”

Becca frowned before a look of realization crossed her face.

“Right,” she muttered. “It’s the tradition. You have to prepare your will right before you take over. Bucky did it right before the funeral, I was in the room.”

You could feel the cold shiver running down your spine but you rubbed at your throat, keeping quiet. Becca stole a look at you.

“There’s a letter for you in there by the way,” she muttered. “Along with millions.”

You wiped at your nose. “I’m sorry?”

“He wanted to make sure you’d live comfortably in case…” she wiped at her nose. “Um, he also left you a house outside the city, so that you could—you could get out of the city, like you wanted to all those years ago.”

You tried to speak through the shock but somehow, the possibility of losing him, the fact that you were talking about his will in case of his death, it made the words get stuck in your throat.

“He can’t die,” you managed to say, shaking your head. “He’s not going to die. He can’t.”

Becca ran a hand over her eyes.

“I left Alex a voice message by the way,” she mumbled. “I wanted to… I don’t know, he’s family.”

“I get that.”

A silence fell upon you and you took a drag, then exhaled the smoke.

“Dad made me promise I wouldn’t kill anyone,” Becca said after a couple of seconds. “No matter what. He said he wouldn’t like me to be involved in that kind of violence but whoever did it, I want to kill them.”

Your voice was completely calm when you spoke.

“Oh I’m going to.”

Becca turned her head to look at you better and nodded to yourself, twirling the cigarette. Becca licked her lips, her eyes searching your face to see whether you were serious.

“….Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think—”

“I’m going to kill whoever is responsible from that ambush,” you said through your teeth. “That so called car accident. He’s fighting for his life in there and I’m not gonna—“

The bile burned your throat and you took a shaky breath.

“I’m not going to let anyone get away with this,” you stated. “No way. If he’s harmed, no one fucking walks away unharmed.”

Becca nibbled on her lip and you looked down at the cigarette between your fingers for a second.

“The thing is, um…” you blinked back the tears. “I don’t…I don’t really know what I’d do if he was gone? You know?”

She nodded slowly.

“Right now it’s taking me every ounce of willpower not to break down and start sobbing, and I won’t,” you managed to say. “I won’t do that because he’s going to be fine, but if…if he wasn’t, if he—”

You couldn’t finish that sentence and wiped your nose, then shook your head.

“Becca, I can’t move on from that,” you muttered. “If I lose him, that’s it for me. I can’t move on. I know myself, that’s the—he’s my red line.”

Becca stared at you for a couple of seconds, then opened her mouth but was cut off when Sarah stepped outside the hospital, breathing hard.

“Sarah?” you said, your heart dropping to your stomach as the tears rushed to your eyes. “Please, he can’t—”

“He’s fine,” she cut you off, “The doctors just told us, he’s gonna be fine.”

The relief hit you so fast that it knocked the breath out of you. You stumbled back and sat down on the bench as a sob escaped from Becca’s lips.

“Y/N—”

“Go,” you nodded. “I’ll…I’ll be right there.”

Becca and Sarah ran back into the hospital and you tried to breathe, burying your face into your palms, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees.

Then you started sobbing.

You had to have spent almost half an hour sobbing your heart out on that bench, but eventually, you managed to pull yourself together. No one was allowed to get in the room yet and he wouldn’t wake up in hours but none of that mattered to you when he was safe, when he was going to live.

Becca had left the waiting room to talk to Alex outside, and you had decided that you could give them space, Becca looked like she desperately needed to talk to someone who wasn’t as involved in this. You sat beside Sarah, massaging your temples and she squeezed your arm as if trying to assure you.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you mumbled. “How are the kids?”

“They’re fine,” she said. “Sleeping. How about you? How are you holding up?”

You shook your head slightly.

“Do you know if they caught the person who caused this?”

She shot you a look. “Y/N.”

“I know Sam tells you everything. Did they find them yet?”

“Bucky is alright now,” she said. “You’re not in the business, let them handle it.”

You shook your head again. “That’s not how it works.”

“You don’t want to go down that road—”

“No I do,” you said through your teeth. “They hurt him, I’m going to hurt them back.”

The door opened and Steve walked inside, then smiled at Sarah before turning back to you.

“Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment?”

“Sure,” you said and got up from the couch to step out of the waiting room. The whole floor looked to be heavily protected, multiple people standing guard and you followed Steve into a corner where Sam was waiting, his arms crossed.

“I still think this is a bad idea,” he announced as soon as he saw you and you looked between them.

“What’s going on?”

“How familiar are you with the business?”

You raised your brows and shrugged. “Familiar enough,” you said. “Why?”

“Steve, she’s a civilian.”

“She’s not completely a civilian Sam.”

“And she can hear you,” you deadpanned. “What’s going on?”

Steve bit inside his cheek before taking a deep breath.

“Listen,” he said. “In times like these, especially in a direct attack like this, we strike back. Now, we got rid of almost all members of HYDRA in the city last night, that’s how Bucky was ambushed and this whole night we’ve been…”

“Hunting the rest down,” you completed his sentence for him. “I’ve heard gunshots earlier, I know.”

“We captured the man who led that attack,” Steve said. “This ambush. The one who….gave the order.”

Your jaw clenched, fury spreading through you.

“Is he alive?”

“Barely,” Sam said. “Probably not making it to morning.”

“But,” Steve said. “It’s the tradition to ask the family members to take that last shot. It’s within their right, blood for blood.”

You nodded quietly.

“I know about Becca’s promise to George,” Steve said. “And I’m not fucking going to ask a mother who just had to sign a paper for the doctors to cut off his son’s arm, that woman has been through enough. But Bucky has told me over and over again that you’re family and—”

“I want to do it,” you cut him off and Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Y/N.”

“I want to do it,” you repeated. “I want to kill him.”

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me.” Sam said. “There are some things that you can’t take back. This? This is one of them.”

You shrugged your shoulders again. “It’s not something I haven’t done before.”

“To protect your kid sister,” he insisted. “That’s understandable. Do you realize what this will mean? We’re talking about killing someone for revenge. If you do this, it’ll stay with you forever.”

You pursed your lips together for a second, then nodded.

“I appreciate your concern Sam,” you said. “Really. But I’ve killed for my family once, and I have no problem with doing it again.”

Sam heaved a sigh and crossed his arms.

“I’ll stay here,” he said. “To keep an eye on him and the rest of the family.”

Steve nodded and turned to you.

“Let’s go then,” he said and made his way downstairs with you following him.

The anger that had been bubbling inside of you for hours now was almost burning through you, making you see red, making this whole thing feel unreal.

You were not going to regret this.

You were not.

You stepped outside with Steve and was approaching the car when you heard your name being called and you turned around to see Alex running to you.

“You go ahead, I’ll be there,” you told Steve who nodded and went to the car, and you looked up at Alex when he reached you.

“Don’t do this.”

You frowned slightly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not an idiot, Y/N,” he said. “Becca filled me in on what happens in times like these, and you’re getting into a car with him.”

You crossed your arms. “Okay?”

“You can’t possibly consider that,” he said. “You wouldn’t.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Wouldn’t I though?”

“Listen, I get that you’re in shock but-”

“Do I look like I’m in shock?” you asked him, and he scoffed.

“Yeah. Yeah actually, you look traumatized.”

“I’m not,” you said through the numbness. “I’m fine. I’ll be right back.”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“You can’t,” he said. “Please. Just let the police handle this.”

You scoffed. “What are you, a newcomer?”

“You’re not like him,” he insisted. “Like any of them. Why would I—”

“Why would I?” you cut him off. “Why would…Okay, take your pick. Because he almost died. Because I’m done taking this lying down. Because—” A hysterical laughter escaped from your lips. “Because it’s going to feel fucking amazing when I make them pay for it.”

Alex shook his head. “You don’t mean that.”

“They took his arm, Alex,” you said. “They took his arm, and now I get to take their lives for it.”

“Then what?”

“Then nothing,” you said. “I’ll come back.”

“You don’t come back from that,” he insisted. “Y/N, please. If you do this, you make a deal with the devil.”

You dragged the tip of your tongue over your lip, then took a step closer, your gaze locked in his. A manic smile curled your lips and you nodded, barely aware of the glint in your eyes.

“I made that deal when I decided to stay here all those years ago Alex,” your voice was like a hiss. “It’s time for the devil to pay me back, he owes me one.”

You walked past him and approached the car as the driver opened the car for you, just like you had seen them do it for Becca or Winnifred multiple times.

“Ma’am,” he said as you got in and closed the door, and you turned your head to look at Steve.

“Summer doesn’t find out about this.”

“I was going to tell you the same thing.”

You ran your hand over your face, trying to at least feel something but it was all in vain.

“So who is he?” you asked. “The man you captured.”

“Hydra’s leader,” Steve said, pulling out his gun to offer it to you. “Alexander Pierce.”

You blinked a couple of times. “His name is Alexander?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, stealing a look at you. “I can turn the car around if you want.”

You tried to repress the uncomfortable feeling gnawing at your insides, then shook your head and took the gun from him.

“It’s just a name,” you managed to say. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

The warehouse was almost too dark when Steve’s men opened the door for both of you and you lingered at the entrance for a couple of seconds before turning to Steve, the gun still heavy in your hand.

“Is it okay if I do this alone?”

He frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Steve nodded, and leaned back to the wall. “Call out if you need me.”

“Thanks,” you murmured and stepped inside, then closed the door behind you. You could see the tied up figure in the chair under the only lamplight in the huge room and you slowly approached him.

He looked like he was either passed out or too tired to raise his head, but somehow that didn’t make you feel even an ounce of mercy as you pulled a chair across from him, and sat down. The sound and the movement seemed to have snapped him out of his painful haze because he lifted his head.

Ah.

So that was why Sam and Steve had said he wouldn’t see the morning, even his breathing came out in wheezes, his whole face bruised and bloody. You eyed him up and down, noting the wounds all over his body, his white shirt completely blood soaked and red.

“Good evening, Mr. Pierce,” you said, keeping the gun in your lap and he coughed.

“Lost your way, sweetheart?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Not really. You have, though.”

“Is that right?”

Your smile was calm. “It’s a dangerous town.”

“You know…” he coughed again, his voice raspy. “In times like these, it’s a Barnes who’s supposed to be holding that gun. Not his mistress.”

“I’m not his mistress.”

“Who are you then?”

“Family.”

He tilted his head. “Yeah?” he asked. “Well, why don’t you go out there and bring your man in here so that—”

He didn’t get to finish the rest of his sentence as you pointed the gun at his kneecap and pulled the trigger, the deafening gunshot echoing through the room, making your ears ring for a couple of seconds but even that wasn’t enough to snap you out of the red haze. He let out an anguished yell, curses leaving his lips but you put the gun in your lap again, fixing your skirt.

“You fucking bitch…”

“Do you still want me to bring someone else here?” you asked and he groaned, gritting his teeth, glaring at you.

“What?” you asked. “Bucky has been in my life since forever, you think I don’t know how to make it hurt?”

He clenched his jaw and you heaved a sigh.

“See, you and your gang,” you said. “You guys made me almost lose the two people I really, really care about. You took his arm, and I’m going to take your life. You understand why this has to happen, right? I mean, you get it. You’re in the business.”

“And you’re not,” he gritted out. “Just because you sucked a mob boss’s dick doesn’t mean you’re in the business, sweetheart.”

You pointed the gun at his other knee and pulled the trigger again, making him almost howl in pain.

“Wrong answer.”

“I’m going to kill you!” he roared and you clicked your tongue.

“No, I don’t think you will.”

He tried to breathe through the pain.

“You know how to make it hurt, big fucking deal,” he said. “You think you can take a life? Fucking think again.”

You pulled your brows together, tilting your head.

“That’s something else,” he gritted out. “Way different than playing with guns, and I’m sorry sweetheart, but you don’t have what it takes.”

You blinked a couple of times before that deranged smile curled your lips, a small laughter climbing up your throat. You took a deep breath and got up from the chair to grab at his face, then tilted it up, placing the barrel of the gun right under his chin.

“Actually,” you mused. “I think I do.”

Then you pulled the trigger.

The road back to hospital was completely silent. Steve had offered to take you home, but you had turned down the offer. You weren’t even sure that if any visitors were allowed, or if Bucky had woken up but you still needed to be there.

Your hands were caked with blood and you had a feeling that you hadn’t been able to wipe off all the blood from your face and neck.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked as the car pulled over by the hospital and you turned to him, then held up your hand so that he could see it wasn’t even shaking.

“I’m fine. Needed to be done.”

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

His eyes searched your face and he heaved a sigh.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“I thought you hated him,” he said. “After you broke up. Why would you…?”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

You licked your lips.

“It has nothing to do with your relationship or lack thereof,” you said. “Even if we break each other, even if we never get back together… At the end of the day, no one gets to hurt him, not like that.”

You pushed open the door to step out of the car and walked to the hospital building, then stepped inside to take the elevator.

It was only when you saw yourself in the mirror that you realized just how you looked. Your hands and forearms were caked in blood, along with stains of blood over your face and neck, dark shadows under your eye. Your hair was a mess, and overall you looked—

Almost feral.

You stepped out of the elevator and made your way down the hallway, walking past the waiting room and Bucky’s men but as soon as you reached his door, you saw Winnifred waiting by his door. She pushed her back off the doorframe and you came to a stop and gritted your teeth.

“I’m not in the mood right now, Winnifred.”

She took in the sight of you, her gaze stopping on the dried blood all over you before she took a deep breath.

“Is he dead?” she asked you and you nodded.

“Yes.”

“By your hand?”

“I just sped up the process. Can I pass now?”

Winnifred took a deep breath, then nodded.

“I was wrong about you,” she said after a beat. “I’m sorry.”

You pulled back, gawking at her and she stepped aside.

“He woke up twice,” she said. “Asked for you.”

You swallowed thickly before you took a step closer to his room

“And Y/N?”

You turned your head.

“Thank you,” she said “I’m glad he has you.”

With that, she walked away and you let out a breath, then entered his room to see his sleeping figure. You could feel a sob climbing up your throat as you noticed his bandaged shoulder but forced yourself to drag your gaze to his face, and went to his bedside, tears escaping from your eyes. You wiped at your eyes furiously and very carefully climbed up to the bed to curl up to his side, then ran your fingernails through his hair as softly as possible to avoid waking him up.

“Hi Buck,” you whispered. “I’m here. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

Chapter 35

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with-blood-and-fire · 2 years ago

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Fic: Even Monsters Need a Gentle Touch Chapter 1

😊I have had the pleasure of only just being dragged onto the bottom!Aemond train. And I will not be getting off anytime soon. ❤You can pull bottom!Aemond from my cold dead hands. I am so excited to start writing fics for HotD. I hope you guys enjoy the first couple chapters of this one. It's gonna be a long-un.😀

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Title: Even Monsters Need a Gentle Touch

Summary:

Aemond is used to people steering away from him, avoiding eye contact and whispering about him behind his back. He pretends not to notice and not to care. But in truth, his heart aches at the thought that no one can love him with the scar on his face.

Luckily, someone comes along who will fix everything. Someone who will love him despite his scar. At least so Aemond thinks. Things go downhill and after a traumatic event, Alicent sends Aemond to negotiate with Rhaenyra at Dragonstone.

Unfortunately, Aemond is taken prisoner almost immediately by the Princess and her husband and is forced to reside in the castle with them. Thought it is a tough start to his new life, eventually Aemond finds that love and care is not so hard to come across after all.

Chapter: 1

Pairing: Endgame Aemond/Jacaerys, but starts out Aemond/OMC

Rating: Will eventually be NC-17, but starts out relatively tame

Warning: None for this first chapter, but I've linked the Ao3 story link so you can all view the story tags for what there will eventually be.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43665726/chapters/109800333

Monster. One-eyed beast. The disgraced and disfigured second son.

Aemond was not oblivious to the names he had been given. They echoed throughout the keep on a daily basis. He heard them whether he wanted to or not. He knew. Even if the ones who spoke the words attempted to keep their whispers quiet.

And it was not as if he could blame them, no matter how much each name made his heart squeeze painfully or raised his ire. But he would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him upset or angered. He was better than that. He would not let them know that he too, in the darkest of nights, thought the same of himself.

But no. He was the son of the late King Viserys. He was a prince and he conducted himself as such. As opposed to his older brother’s drunken and vile attitude and persona, he held himself as one of the Targaryen bloodline should. He was stern and imposing. But calm and kind when necessary, all the same.

The names meant nothing if he did not react to them. The servant’s fear meant nothing if he pretended he didn’t know why they wouldn’t look at his face when they spoke to him. He was a fierce soldier and a scholar. He would not react.

Lost in his thoughts, he begins to descend the grand staircase of the keep, this day too ignoring the cautious looks and the words that were murmured as he passed.

The slow and rhythmic clack, clack of his leather boots upon stone echo through the halls of the Red Keep. The sound was not an unusual one at this time of day. In fact the sound often heralded the moment Aemond and Ser Criston Cole left for the training yard, in preparation to spend several hours with sword and mace.

He reached the bottom of the stairs noting Ser Criston waiting for him there. The only greeting he gives is a nod, lips pursed in his perpetual frown.

“My prince.” Ser Criston bows to him, making him roll his one eye.

When Ser Criston returns to his standing position, Aemond audibly sighs. Now a man of twenty and one, he was tall and strong. Though Criston Cole still stood several fingers above him. Unlike Aegon, who had grown to be a short but broad man, Aemond had grown tall and willowy. He was lithe and graceful, with sinewy muscles hidden under his pale skin. Like his sister, he had left his hair long, trailing down his back in straight strands. His features they compared to his sister or his mother. Some had even called him pretty. Before he had lost his eye of course. After that the only mention of his features or characteristics were how strong he was, or how smart. Nothing about his looks, unless it was behind his back.

“My prince?”

Aemond snaps his one eye to the knight who was looking at him with concern.

“Yes?”

“I asked if you were ready?”

“Forgive me Ser Criston. My mind was….elsewhere.” He mutters.

The knight raises an eyebrow and his concerned gaze lingers.

“Are you well, my prince?”

“Fine.” Aemond grumbles as he begins to stalk towards the doors of the keep.

“If you insist.” Ser Criston says, though it is obvious he is not convinced.

Once in the training yard, knight and prince find a corner to themselves. Around them, squires and knights practiced skills of defense and offense, but all came to a halt when Ser Criston and Aemond took their place and prepared to fight.

Ser Criston is the first to attack, swinging his mace in a high arc over his head, aiming for Aemond’s left shoulder. Aemond is quick though, his lithe body making it easy to dodge the attack. In response, Aemond’s sword swings low, aiming for Ser Criston’s knees. Even with the mace, the knight is quick and steps back just in time.

“That was a close one, my prince. Again!”

Their dance continues for many hours, neither giving in or gaining the upper hand. The whole yard continues to watch in awe at the skill displayed by the two. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and the Targaryen prince. Both had proven time and time again their skill. But Ser Criston still demanded Aemond ‘train’ each day.

Towards the end of their dance, Aemond catches sight of his mother staring solelmnly at him from the doorway into the castle.

Alicent wore black still, in mourning for his late father. Aegon had already been crowned King months ago, but still his mother mourned. It was bordering on ridiculous, if you asked him. Father was gone. And what of it? It is not as if the late King truly had any love to spare for Aemond’s lady mother. He had no love to spare any of them. It had all been used up by Rhaenyra and her brood.

It does not matter. I did not need his love. Nor do I now He tries to convince himself as he had many times before.

Aemond was jealous of Alicent. At least at times it had seemed as if Viserys cared for her. He was not jealous of their relationship, gods no. He would never want a relationship with no love. But if only someone would look at him as if he was anything other than a prince or monster. If only they cared enough to at least smile at him.

His thoughts, though upsetting and angered, give him the energy to fight harder, sending his sword swinging this way and that, forcing Ser Criston back till he hits the stone wall of the yard, Aemond’s sword at his neck.

“Aemond!” Alicent’s voice rings out across the training yard.

With a weary sigh and a roll of his one eye, Aemond steps back and re-sheathes his sword.

“You fought well my prince.” Ser Criston recovers and leaves his position at the wall.

“Hmmm.” Aemond hums, avoiding eye contact with Ser Criston and his mother as she approached.

“Ser Criston. You are dismissed.” Alicent nods at Ser Criston. With a flourished bow, the knight retreats, taking his mace with him.

“Mother.” Aemond nods, still refusing to look her in the eye.

“My son. I see your training is going well. Was it necessary to be so aggressive towards Ser Criston?”

“You are the one who wishes me to continue my training. This isn’t a child’s playpen. We fight here mother. I am not a babe.”

Alicent sighs, but does not press further. She must know it would be a losing battle. Instead, she steps aside and motions someone forward. A young man, perhaps one not much older than Aemond himself steps forward and bows before him. The man is dressed in the garb of a knight, in the armor of one of the kingsguard. When he stands again, Aemond takes in his features. He is tall, taller than him. And he had curly blonde hair that fell to his shoulders. A kind smile was on his tanned face and he was looking Aemond directly in his eye, something few dared to do.

“Aemond, my son. May I introduce you to Ser Ellion Lannister. The nephew of our very own Tyland Lannister.”

“My prince. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The knight bows again and his smile widens when he stands once more.

“A pleasure indeed.” Aemond responds automatically as his mother glares, ensuring nothing less than politeness from him.

“Aemond, Ser Ellion is a new knight of the Kingsguard. He will be protecting you from now on.”

Aemond snorts at that, terrifying smirk appearing on his face.

“Protecting me? What is it you mean?”

“Ser Ellion is tasked with protecting you personally, following you to ensure your safety.”

“Following me?” Aemond huffs out an amused laughs. “You must be joking.”

“I am not, my son. I am completely serious.”

“Tell me mother, why would I need such a thing? If I can protect myself easily enough, how is a guard going to help me?”

Aemond was right. He had to be. How could a knight he could break with his pinky finger serve as any use to him? He was a prince, a knight in his own right.

“It is necessary. Tensions grow higher each passing day in the council room. Your step sister is planning something. I am sure of it. I will not leave my son unguarded in case something happens.”

“I can protect myself.” Aemond protests.

“Then having Ser Ellion around will be all the better. You will have double the strength and protection.”

“No.”

“Yes.” Alicent glares at him. “You will listen and you will obey. This is for your own good. Now if you two will excuse me, I will be taking my lunch with Healeana.”

Alicent gives Aemond no time to protest again before turning heel and retreating from the training yard. He watches her go with narrow eye. He was a grown man. More than capable of carrying his own sword and protecting himself against any attacks from enemies. How could she not see it? Aemond is still glowering and ruminating in his angry thoughts when a kind voice cuts in.

“Prince Aemond?”

Aemond swivels to face Ser Ellion. The disarming smile upon the knight’s face only gives him pause for a second before he crosses his arms and looks up at the knight with his one eye.

“I care not for what my mother has said. I do not need you here. And I certainly do not need your protection. I am fine on my own.” He does his best to glare at the knight, but the man does not wither, only keeping the ridiculous smile upon his lips.

“I understand, my prince. But I am to follow the Queen mother’s word.”

“Whatever. I am going back to my chambers, alone.”

“I will escort you there!” The knight exclaims, dipping his head as the prince stalks past.

“Do not follow me.”

Ser Ellion does not listen and follows behind Aemond at a respectful distance, though he struggles to keep up with the quick strides of the prince.

Aemond seethes as he returns to the Red Keep, striding up the stairs two at a time. His anger must have been palpable, as servants, lords and ladies all alike cower and part like the sea as he all but runs up the staircase. Try as he might to lose him, the knight follows still, only just keeping up with him.

When Aemond finally reaches the door of his chamber, he turns to stare daggers at the knight, who stood there innocently with his perfect blonde hair and kind smile.

“Leave me! I do not wish to see your face again.” Aemond exclaims, shutting the door in the knight’s face.

“My prince.” Is all he hears from the other side before quiet footsteps fade from hearing.

Aemond shouts in anger before stalking over to the table in the middle of his chambers and seting his sword down upon it. He strides over to his dresser then and chances a glance up at the mirror on top. The leather eye patch stood out against his pale skin. With a violent surge of anger, he rips the thing off, staring at his sapphire eye and the terrible scar crossing it. The skin around his eyelid and undereye was cracked and red, making the feature even more horrifying to look at. He would need to get more moisturizing oil from the maester before the end of the day.

Fuck mother. Fuck father. Fuck Aegon and fuck Ser Ellion. He kicks the leg of the table in anger, wincing as pain shoots up from his toes. Why could no one just leave him be?

A quiet knock on his chamber door, interrupts his angered thoughts and he stalks to the door to rip it open. On the other side stands Helaena, a sad smile upon her face.

“Helaena….” He whispers.

“The laughter is poison.”

Aemond sighs, giving his dear sister a smile and inviting her in. He would ask about the cryptic sentence later. But first he’d much rather read in comfortable silence with her there. It was only her presence that calmed him. She was the only one he wished to spend time with these days. If only she wouldn’t scare him with her cryptic prophesies.

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lightlycareless · 2 years ago

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aughsdfsjhfs okay sorry for sending two asks in such quick succession but! i really love your take on naoya's character n after reading the last ask involving that "fight his wife/lose his powers" dilemma it got me wondering what you think his reaction would be to actually losing his abilities? i've recently written a story where that happens (via sealing talisman carved into the skin) and i'd love to hear your take on that sorta thing!

Hello again!

Sorry for responding late, been... out there, you know 😏 Also, don't worry about them asks! You keep sending them in, it makes me very happy to read headcanons, thoughts, comments, whatever it is that you want to share with me I don't mind at all hehe 😭❤❤❤❤ thank you!!!!

Going back to your ask, I'm glad you're liking my take on Naoya 🤭 I gotta say, that theory/dilemma had me speechless at one point—I was like omg what would he do???

Like he's attached to Y/N in a great level, but at the same time, I don't think he would give up easily his technique/rank/power cause that's all he's ever known in life, that was literally his purpose, you know? To strip him of that would make him feel like he... well, he's useless.

And we've seen what happens to him when things don't go his way—he was more than ready to kill Fushiguro just because he was appointed leader, as well as returning as a vengeful spirit cause he couldn't accept that Maki won against him.

However, if he had someone to support him through this difficult/traumatic moment in his life... I think he'd actually make peace with it. It would be very hard to get to that point tho, if he ever gets there, or if the person besides him is strong enough to stay with him through out the process. It could even be an eye-opening experience to him—there's more to life than just being a sorcerer.

In better circumstances, Y/N would do all that she could to make him feel better, even go along with him once he suggested seeing someone that offered to help him get his abilities back. They'd spend all their money in finding a solution, hiring underground sorcerers, all kind of shady people just to find a ray of hope—sparing no expense.

Ah, but I do think that he'd snap at her once in a while. More so if she was the reason why he lost them :/—Y/N would need to have a very strong... will, to understand it's his pain/jealousy/desperation talking, and overcome this as well. However, it doesn't make it any less painful, and I wouldn't blame her if she left.

But if he were alone... I dread to think what he would do. I dare say that he might even... unalive himself. The Zen'in would definitely toss him aside, call him all kinds of names, and wouldn't even attempt to help him. He'll realize that he was always alone, and now that his worth is gone, what's there to do? Where does he go? There's so many emotions he has to confront at the same time... and he never learned how to.

Kind of reminds me of Touya once he realized Endeavor was having children to replace him, and the forest scene :/

Also, I do think that many would believe Naoya wouldn't give up easily once he lost his abilities, maybe even considering unaliving himself as a bit too much, however, he's a character that has so much depth to explore. He puts a front of being strong, indifferent, rude, when in reality, he's scared. He's scared of being forgotten, of being alone, of not being worthy—he has to put down others to feel good about himself.

I'm kind of resentful that Gege never explored that side of a misogynistic household lol it's oppressive to both women and men, and instead, he gave us a caricature of an evil person 😭 Welp, Naoya still gotta face the consequences of his actions lol.

Oof, that was a heavy ask hahaha But I liked it!! I just allowed the words to flow hehe Thank you for sending in this ask 👀 I hope it answered your question, but if there's something more that you want to see, please let me know :>!

Also, the talisman carved in the skin to lose his abilities is something I found very interesting... it's gonna leave me pondering on it for a while 🤭

Thank you! I hope you have a wonderful week, take care ❤

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fatalitysficbakery · 3 years ago

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Innocent Verdict. (Joy Struthers-Rossi x Black Fem!Reader)

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; VOMIT, Talks of Abuse, Child Molestation, Rape, Our Corrupt Justice system that doesn’t protect black women, hotchner being a supportive dad figure, PTSD!reader (i have ptsd so i’m gonna write it how my attacks feel in my experience but everyone’s attacks won’t feel the same.), Adult adoption (Not common, but happens sometimes. this is what Aaron is to the reader, her father), yes Elle is in this. why? because in heavens bakery she never left 😍. Also- subtle hints of an age regression relationship between Joy and Reader(coping mechanism, nothing sexual ya nasties), reader has autism!

Synopsis; After an innocent verdict turns your life upside down, your wife is there to help you back up. Along with your Quantico family.

↳ ❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

↳ ❝He who spares the guilty threatens the innocent❞⁣ -Legal Maxim

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Innocent. The judge had ruled him innocent. Your mouth went dry, the scene went blurry, and you could only barely hear your wife asking if you were okay. It was hot and stuffy in the room and you felt dizzy, you needed out. Turning, you run from the courtroom before anyone has a chance to stop you, the bathroom seemed so far away, your stomach lurched— You only just made it before you spilled your guts into the nearest toilet, tears in your eyes. It was all for naught. The trauma. The abuse. You could still feel his every touch like it was seared into your skin, a memory of a sin you never asked to commit. At least— A sin is what he called it; Begging for forgiveness whilst he dealt trauma to your skin, and yet he never stopped.

The door swung open, scaring you into a corner of the stall. Another scar he’d left on you psyche— PTSD. He was coming back, he was gonna take you again, you weren’t safe, it was him, it was him; Until it wasn’t. Your wife bent down in front of you holding your inhaler, her face was his for a moment, her voice was his voice— You curled into yourself to make it stop until you heard a familiar nickname, “Bumblebee”. Your breathing finally slowed as she helped you take your inhaler and stand up. You grimaced her way and sighed, “Take me home”.

↳

Y/N Hotchner-Rossi. She’d met Joy Rossi after she’d met Aaron Hotchner, the man who’d saved and adopted her. Ever since her mother had died her step-father had turned his abuse from his wife to his only step-daughter. While his sons got his love and affection, she got abused, molested, and neglected. When she found Aaron, she was traumatized, barely a shell of a person so he took her in. He gave her the father figure she never had. He gave her the courage to stand up against her abuser and finally take him to court. But what was it all for? To see his smugness as he won one over her once again? Surely, Hotchner couldn’t predict this— He told her this would be hard, it didn’t mean she’d win but it meant she would fight, all with the help of him, the team, and Joy. Her Joy. It was puppy love the moment they’d met at a BBQ at Aaron’s— Celebrating the fact she’d got into college and moved away from her dad to her very own apartment. Joy was there with Kai, It turned out she’d gotten divorced after realizing she wasn’t into men at all. They clicked instantly and from there bloomed a friendship that turned into a lovestory no one was able to predict, not even our beloved profilers. They’d gotten married three years into their relationship when it happened— The last assault.

Y/n felt confident she could face the man now that she was no longer his daughter, he happened to be in the same coffee shop one day when she realized she couldn’t but it was too late to realize that with a gun pressed against your back. He assaulted her again in his truck, smiling and telling her it was just like old times before leaving her a shell once more. That’s when she finally took Aaron up on his offer to take the fool to court. Now it was her that felt like the biggest fool. She could see how the judge favored him from the beginning and in her gut she knew it was doomed from the start but she kept at it. She wanted to show him he had no power over her. Now she realized that he did— Or at least that’s how it felt.

“How is she”? Garcia walked up to the group of Agents, noticing that Joy and Y/n were escaping from the back of the court, fearing the cameras that would ambush them the second they walked out in the front.

“Not good. Joy’s taking her home, she had a panic attack”. Hotch looked over to his daughter, concern painted on his face. He wanted to go hug her, but he knew that right now all she needed was to go home and let this verdict sink in before picking herself back up. It was never an easy thing to do, the law had favorites and unfortunately a black woman testifying against her white step-father wasn’t one of them.

“The judge was a piece of work. We should’ve known this would happen”. Dereks jaw clenched, he was angry. You’d turned into one of his favorite people— His bestfriend, and to see the justice system fail you so badly made him want to do nothing more than turn around and tell that judge what’s what.

“I’m gonna go check on her later if either of you would like to come with me”.

JJ smiled sadly, Garcia and Elle quickly nodded and although Hotchner wanted to say ‘Hell yeah I wanna go check on my daughter’ He didn’t know if it was the best idea for a male figure to be in her face at the moment— Especially knowing of her PTSD. He remembered the first time they argued, it was something petty and silly, it wasn’t even an argument really. It was them baking a cake for Beth and Jack and they disagreed on the frosting. Hotch raised a spatula to put frosting on her nose when she’d suddenly backed away and curled into the fetal position begging him to wait because she had school the next morning and didn’t want her teachers to see the bruising, something she frequently begged her step-father to do as a teen because she knew him abusing her would happen either way.

“You guys go. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for her to be around a bunch of men right now. She has bad PTSD”.

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You were silent the entire way home and even at home you still weren’t talkative, one thing hadn’t changed though, Jordan noticed— You clung to her for comfort, looking around at everything else with an unsure paranoid glance but not her. You seemed to cling tighter, stare at her more for safety, security. Even through the midst of all the bullshit, Joy was glad she could grant you that.

“Do you wanna go upstairs and speak to Kai, Bumblebee”? Joy asked softly, standing you in front of her, a sweet inviting smile on her face to put you at ease— You nodded lightly but it seemed Kai had beaten you to it, running down the steps to greet you and Joy. Joy saw the look in your eyes and shushed Kai as you hid behind her, the footsteps triggering.

“Mama, why does Ma look so sad”? Kai asked, trying to move to hug you. Joy stopped him. Kai didn’t understand PTSD, let alone the trauma you’ve been through that would’ve made you adverse to his hugs, he knew you’d always loved them so why not now?

“Ma just needs some space right now, okay? Go wash up for dinner and you can talk to her then. Okay baby? Go wash up if you wanna spend time with ma”.

Kai’s eyes lit up; You were his favorite person, he immediately ran back upstairs to wash up, much to your discomfort, flinching, you covered your ears and Joy cringed.

“No running”! She tried to say loud enough for him to hear but soft enough not to trigger you.

“Hey, hey, hey. Come here, Bumblebee”. She turns back to you, opening her arms and you immediately take the offer to jump in them and break down into choked up sobs— Rubbing your back, Joy sighed. She didn’t know what the judge was thinking, there was piles of evidence that your step-father had done this, hell there were even videos and yet..

“Can you do something for me, Princess”?

You looked up at her with those big doe eyes she adored so much, the eyes she hated seeing the hurt and pain in— She squeezed you lightly for your comfort and hers, to reassure you but also to reassure herself, to reassure herself that you were safe and nothing could harm you with her around. That’s what it meant.

“Can you go take a relaxing bubble bath with Maxine the duck while I order dinner? I’ll get your favorite and bring up some strawberries so you can eat them in the tub and watch your favorite show on the projector— Sound good”?

Although you hadn’t talked, she was proud of you for each nod or shake of the head you gave her. It let her know you were still that strong warrior she’d fallen in love with. It let her know things would turn out fine.

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Joy was finally alone for a moment and able to process this, herself. She finally cried. The hurt on your face was something she hated to see and the moment you’d ran from the courtroom, her heart shattered; You looked so small and fragile curled in the corner of that bathroom stall, not recognizing her for a moment and backing away so she wouldn’t hurt you. You were so strong in her eyes. You are so strong in her eyes. You’d helped her through everything and now she’d help you. She’d be your backbone when you couldn’t stand on your own.

She was snapped out of her stupor when the doorbell rang, clearing her throat she wipes the tears away and goes to get the doorbell, having a pretty good idea who was behind it.

When she opened the door, JJ, Kate, Elle, Tara, and Garcia stood there bearing food and gifts, sad smiles on their faces.

“Can we come in”? Kate asked softly almost like she didn’t want to scare Y/n either. Everyone was cautious and for good reason, that’s what Y/n needed at the moment. Cautious.

“Uh, y-yeah of course. I just sent Y/n upstairs to take a bubble bath. She’s not talking right now but I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you guys” Stepping aside she lets them in and tries to hide her sadness and the fact she’d been crying; Unfortunately, Garcia’s expertise included tech and empathy.

“Oh, lovebug. You look like hell, I knew this would be hard on both of you so I brought something for you as well. I couldn’t find that book you wanted so I hope a knitted plushie is okay”.

Joy laughed, a genuine one. Garcia never stopped being herself, even in the roughest of moments.

“This is why we love you, Pen. Our ball of energy and sunshine” Elle chimes in, putting the sushi on the table and taking a seat. Joy looked around at all the support you had, an entire team of people that loved you, an entire family that loved you. She started crying then and there, all of the women cooing and gathering around her to give her a group hug.

↳

No one was expecting to hear Y/n’s voice for awhile, she was known to go non-verbal for periods of times after an attack and Joy usually just let her be, comforting her and being close to her, because that’s where Y/n felt safest. In Joy’s arms.

“Can I get a hug too”? Your voice croaked out, raspy from all the sobbing you’d done. The women flinched and turned to see you, opening their arms happily.

“Wouldn’t be a group hug without our beloved Bunny” Tara jokes as you walk into their arms, covered in the warmth of a group hug with some of your favorite humans.

Bunny. That made you smile. You’d been given that name the first night your dad let you meet the team, you were a bubbly person, and when overexcited you’d hop around and bounce a little— That’s when Reid dubbed you Bunny, saying that you’d acted just like one and even assigning you a breed “Harlequin rabbit” and from then on, that was your name for everyone.

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“Are you ready to go in, Bumblebee”? Joy asked, kissing the back of your hand. You were currently stood in front of your fathers house for the first time in months. Sure, you’d seen all of the Quantico men but in small doses because of the trauma you’ve been through they didn’t want to overwhelm you. Finally, one day after months of therapy and your psychiatrist suggesting it, you, Hotch, and Joy planned a barbecue, to get you back in the swing of things.

“I think I am, hold my hand the entire time”? You asked, mostly joking but Joy would do it anyway.

“Of course, mama. I’ll be right there with you, okay? If at any point you get overwhelmed just come get me and we’ll leave immediately. Understood”? She was stern with her words but you knew she was just looking out for you, protecting your peace and security. You didn’t know why it made you so emotional, but you found yourself hugging your wife tightly. She’d been your rock for 4 1/2 years now and that hadn’t changed. Your safety lie with her and so did your heart, soul, and body.

“I love you, I just- Thank you, Honeycomb. I truly don’t know what I’d do without you”.

When you pulled away, you stood on your tiptoes, pressing a short but sweet kiss to her lips; She was shocked for a moment before kissing back, you hadn’t called her Honeycomb in a bit— She didn’t realize how much she actually missed the name until she felt a tear fall from her eye. She never felt a lacking of appreciation from you, she knew with you she’d always feel loved and cared for; Even through your toughest hours, you always made sure she knew you cared. Whether it be through small touches, simple gestures, a note in her bag when she left for work, you’d always find a way.

“I, I love you too, Bumblebee. I got you, yeah? Let’s go in, people are probably worried”.

You nodded and kissed her cheek before finally opening the door, taking a deep breath because with this team? There’d always be chaos, but that’s why you loved them.

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When they saw you and Joy, everyone came rushing over voices overlapping each other before the booming voice of Tara stops them, “You’re gonna overwhelm the poor girl, back it up and give her some space”!

You and Joy giggled watching them frantically back away and apologize. That’s when you met the eyes of Aaron and Jack. Rushing over to your father and little brother, you hug Hotch first and then turn around to pick up Jack, “Jeez, kid. You’re getting too big for me to pick up anymore”. you pouted, booping the young boys nose before putting him down to go play with Kai who’d spent the night at their home. Too excited and impatient to wait till the next day to see them.

“Are you doing okay”? Hotch asked softly, rubbing your shoulder.

“Is it true? T-that he died”? You answered his question with another, your wife had followed you, her arms wrapping around your waist, resting her head on yours.

Aaron squeezes your hand, “He was murdered. Your 12-year-old step-brother Joshua was a victim of his after you’d left and after the verdict came out. He felt hopeless. The other three ambushed him after he’d come home drunk one night and assaulted Josh. They found Joshua unconscious and bleeding. That was the last straw for them”.

Your throat felt tight, you didn’t know what you were feeling. A strange mix of relief and sadness. Sad that your kid brother had gone through it too, he was the only brother that actually cared for you— The others would rather watch and laugh. You also felt relief, he could no longer hurt you or anyone else; The mental wounds would never fully heal, they’d scar over but at least you were safe now, at least Joshua was safe now.

“I’m just glad Joshua is safe now but…You know what sucks”? You laughed humorlessly, clutching onto your wife, your face nearly in her chest as a tear fell.

“They laughed when he did it to me”.

The team came to you, along with with the Jack and Kai. Joy held you against her, and as you cried you found yourself looking around through the blurriness of your tears and realized— This was the life you’d been dreaming of every night after your mother died and your step-father assaulted you. This was the family you envisioned, the love you fantasized of when in the clutches on the slimey monster you were forced to call dad.

Now is when you realized— Innocent Verdict or no innocent verdict. Dead or Alive. Luis Jones no longer held any power over you. You’d found your family, you’d found your way. You picked yourself up and went back to school, you worked your dream job at a doggy daycare…This was everything 10-year-old you would’ve wished for when he hovered on top of her with the face of a monster. This was all 17-year-old you would write about in her journal in the dark of that basement with nothing but a lantern light. And this? This was what 19-year-old Y/n was seeking when she’d met Aaron Hotchner. Her real dad.

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A family was something I’d been seeking out since my mothers death. Luis took a lot away from me, but then I looked up. I looked up at Joy Rossi. I remember Luis finding out I liked women and deciding he needed to rape the gay away. Well, Luis— You don’t hold any power in my life anymore, and I’ll make damn sure you have no power in Joshua’s.

Joy looks down at me and smiles gently, like always when she wanted to help reassure and make me feel safe; It always worked. For so, so long I never had a place to belong and now I not only have a big beautiful family but the most amazing wife. I couldn’t ask for more.

“I love you”. Joy mouths to me and I can’t help but lean up to kiss her cheek, ignoring the gentle teasing from the others, or the small ‘ews’ from from the boys.

“I love you even more”, I mouth back, and I mean it. With everything inside me, I mean it.

↳ “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”.

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A/N: Because Joy is one of my favorite Criminal Minds minor characters.

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