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rcksmith · 3 years ago

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Dream a little of me — Kaz Brekker

Resume: One bed and two hearts.

Requests :”Hello, darling! Could I request sleeping with kaz? Imagine or general headcanons, as you like. No nsfw (no need of touching tho, do what you like with it!), just sleeping in the same bed - maybe for the first time. Also bonus points if one of them will have a nightmare👀Have a good night/day, hun!🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️✨✨✨💗💗💗”

“My heart asks for all the angst of touch starved reader falling for Kaz Brekker... 😭😭😭 - 🐕‍🦺”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Grisha Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of post-traumatic stress, angst, fluff.

Word count: 3k.

A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like.

Normal Rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake. Requests are open. Love you❤️

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The rain was pouring down in torrents, in a fierce storm that roared into the shadowy forest like a hideous, unearthly animal. Platinum lightning’s streaked the midnight sky and thunder rumbled like as giants footsteps crashing into the ground and shaking the earth. Everything had been orchestrated to work. But nothing could have gone more wrong.

Unfortunately, not even Kaz Brekker's millions of tricks and plans could defeat the force of nature. And even you, an Infernal Entherealki, hadn't mastered the art of controlling fire or keeping warm while under a torrent of icy, biting cold water.

Your teeth started chattering, your lips turned purple, and you wondered if you could run another inch. Your muscles felt like stones and for someone who had lived with the heat of the flames his whole life, being under freezing water was extremely painful. But Kaz wouldn't let you stop. And you, as excruciating as the pain was, didn't want to stop either. The pain was strong but the desire not to let him down was more.

The two of you part of the plan that night was to go through the forest with the diamonds in pockets and find the rest of the Crows on the other side. You two would have to spend the night in that place. But all of Brekker's machinations were washed away by the treacherous and atrocious rain.

The only alternative was to run. Run to the direction where there was a small civilization and pray to find an inn or not die of hypothermia.

The angry drops of icy water were enough to steal Kaz's breath. Not because the cold was unbearable, but because his own demons, his past, were ghosts that gripped his ankles like monsters from horror stories. He didn't feel the rain, didn't feel the biting wind, Kaz just felt the sensation of the freezing, oppressive ocean drowning him. And for a second, when he looked at the small strip of fur on he wrist that wasn't hidden by his glove and coat, he swore he saw Jordie's dead skin in place of his.

He had to get out of there. But when the storm started, and Kaz run his eyes at you, your face wet from the rain, your skin constantly whipped by the cold droplets, and your cheeks extremely red from the cold, it made him gasp in a very different way. Blood pooled in your cheeks. Pulsing. Alive. He had to get you out of there.

Finding hiding places was one of his specialties, and he focused his mind entirely on it. When an inn came into view, a small relief rumbled in both of you. And Kaz looked in your direction to make sure you were okay. Alive.

As the receptionist gave the key from the last spare room to the two of you, Kaz couldn't help but feel that there was no longer any heat pulsing in your body. That made him feel miserable.

The night was cold. Unusually cool for the time of year.

"I don't think it's a good idea to carry out a robbery like that in these climatic temperatures." Inej said, walking down the stairs after Kaz "One of the Dregs caught a serious cold too while you were away."

Kaz had to be away for two days to sort out some matters of his own. Check some ship ports and finding out the weaknesses of some new merchants. And as much as he ordered his thoughts to focus solely on that purpose, he found himself daydreaming at certain times about…

"It got very serious after a few hours." Inej completed.

Kaz felt a trickle of worry trace his veins, tighten his throat But it wasn't for some bruteman of his Dregs. His source of concern was more serious, deeper, and for someone he didn't want to think about too much. Even though he told himself to keep every nerve in his body under control, in the end he was Kaz Brekker, he couldn't help but notice he picked up his pace to get faster to the live room that was strictly reserved for the Crows.

And when he walked in, following by Inej, the tree branches hit the windows, blown by the wind, tinkling. The cold was oppressive and biting, but not enough to stop Jesper from playing cards with Wylan, nor enough for Nina not to eat her candy and listen to Matthias tell of his people's legends. But the eyes of Kaz, that treacherous and treacherous organ, ran to you first. Magnetically, inevitably.

And he felt like he could breathe again.

The sight of you sitting on the black velvet sofa, with a book in your hands and your legs stretched out on the padded stool in front of you, calmed Kaz's heartbeat as nothing had ever done.

As much as he denies, in those two days his mind has swarmed over you more often than he thought wise. Brekker liked to justify that action with the fact that you were part of the gang. As close and important as Jesper or Inej. It was normal for him to be worried about the Dregs.

But why did he only see you? Why did the questions about your well-being and comfort stood out so much from any other concerns with others?

It was you. Always late at night, when Brekker was a sigh away from sleep. You were what someone he was thinking.

"Who is alive always appears." Nina announced he arrival and Kaz was pulled out of his reverie.

"Did you kill anyone these two days?" Jesper placed a letter on the table and Inej sat beside Nina.

Kaz left his hat on one of the dark marble tables. “Does it matter?"

There were other seats available in the room. A leather armchair next to the burning fireplace - Brekker were sure that you was controlling the temperature - an extra chair around the table where Jesper and Wylan were play, and a small divan beside Matthias. But Kaz sat beside you on the couch.

You marked the page with your finger, lowering the book gently. He didn't need to see the cover to know what it was. It was a romance clichéd eighteenth-century. He had given it to you before he left.

"Everything worked?" You smiled and Kaz had the feeling that he wanted to memorize that smile in a painting to always appreciate it.

"And doesn't always do?"

Even with the biting cold that wasn't stopped by the fireplace, Brekker could feel the heat from your body emanating, like a delicious temptation. You were always so hot. Bathed in the sun's rays. He didn't know if infernal grisha like you gave off so much heat too, because it was impossible for that to be human. Were so intense...delicious. Even with multiple layers of clothing, if Kaz approached you he could feel the warmth of a tropical pirate island.

Was that why he always unconsciously sat beside you? Why did you radiate so much causticity that it made Kaz forget about the ocean's cold? Why were you like a piece of life and Kaz felt dead for a long time?

Or was it because, heat or not, you were the only thing worth being around?

All the questions were too disturbing. And Kaz Brekker didn't want to know the answer.

Now, even climbing the stairs to the room beside you, Kaz couldn't feel anything radiating from you body. Just the cold. And he hated it with every force of his being.

You're not made to take the rain, felling deadly cold, or turn your lips a bluish hue.You were not made to be cold as a corpse, with muscles stiff and sore like a dead. You were not made to look like Jordie. You were meant to be alive. To look alive. Exhale the heat of the most ardent fire and heat a room just with your presence. You were meant to scare off Kaz's winter with your summer.

For a second, Kaz wanted to hug you to give you the warmth of his own body.

You felt exhausted. The remnants of what you once day were. Every inch of your body protested, aching and tearing at muscles. The cold, sharp water did you no good. You didn't know if it was were something of your species or a trait unique to you. But it didn't do any good to you. You hated looking so miserable in that appearance, especially in front of the one man you always wanted to look beautiful to. But at that moment you were in too much pain to worry so much about it.

As soon as Kaz had put the key in the doorknob, his gloved fingers stiff from the cold, what you expected to find was a cozy room, promising a heat shower and a good, well-deserved night's sleep. But that wasn't it. You stared at the wide double bed with white sheets, perplexed. Shock competed with your pain and put your brain to work, and all your breath lurked in throat as your realized the situation.

Oh my fucking God.

You didn't have to look at Kaz to feel his entire body be rigid, in a way far more potent than the effects the rain had caused. As if the prospect of sleeping next to you was more whorse than dying of hypothermia.

You closed your expression. Half because your mood was already bad and half because the rejection was brutal. You didn't expect your passionate feelings for Kaz to be returned, nor did you expect him to feel the same longing to be close to you as you felt for him. But no woman wanted to see that a man would rather die of hypothermia than share a bed with her. Even more if he was a man she was in love with.

You entered in room first, the pain in your body clouding your thoughts.

"Do you mind if I shower first?"

Your voice was weak, and you didn't have the heart to look at Kaz. He hissed a “no” that hung in the air, and that was the last thing you heard before closing yourself in the bathroom.

His heart was beating eerily fast in his chest. As loud as the thunder outside and as unsettling as the chill of rain. His breath began to burn heavily in his throat, and suddenly his entire body was fully aware of the situation.

One bed.

Even when he took the diamonds out of his pocket and placed them on a small table, even when you came out of the bathroom and he walked in, even as he basked in the hot water, his heart still pounded wildly. Like a generator.

Kaz Brekker liked puzzles, challenges. Of things he could unravel and understand. Piece by piece. He played to win and to cheat, and the world knelt at his feet before the insight of his mind. Still, he didn't know what to do. You were like a fascinating and maddening riddle. The one thing that, no matter how hard Kaz tried, could never unravel yours mysteries. Or maybe, just, what he would never be able to do was unravel what he felling whenever he was by your side.

His heartbeat grew stronger.

Brekker remembered every deck of cards, every card played. He could keep up with the distribution of up to five decks, unlock any lock, and devise the most insane plans. But he couldn't stop the way his soul trembled whenever he laid eyes on you.

In those moments, when you looked at Kaz like he was someone much better than he actually was, Kaz wanted to be good. He wanted to be born again to become a damn decent man. For you. He wished he didn't have his demons and erase his past. Because that way, when the sun's rays hit your face and you were close enough for your scent of happiness to flood his senses, Kaz wouldn't back down. He would lean down and seal his lips in yours with the promise of a glorious future.

His heart beat faster.

Why did he feel that his whole life was always suspended whenever he were away from you? And why did he have the feeling his life could change forever if he walked out that door?

Kaz turned off the shower. The heart running like a horse. He fished out the towel and wrapped it around his waist, finding a small hamper that held neat, folded pajamas for guests. He was surprised he didn't notice you in those pajamas. You made him lose focus.

As soon as he dressed and walked out of the bathroom, his eyes immediately went to your figure. Sitting on the bed, your legs under the covers, your hands clasped together in a cupped shape with a small, flare of fire burning in the center.

You looked up at Kaz. “I managed to do something to warm you up.”

The phrase was: No for warm me up. No for warm us up. For warm you up.

Kaz lost his breath and his soul trembled. The air felt different since he stepped out of the shower, not just from the recent gust of heat. But there was something else, something lyrical, pink and lush. Something...beautiful. He did not say anything. First because he didn't trust his own words and second because he didn't know what to say. He sat beside you, a considerable distance away, but this time his fear was that you would hear the loud, racing beat of his heart.

You turned gently towards him, reaching out your hands towards him, not noticing how his hands trembled as they stretched under the hot flame. Kaz swallowed hard.

He knew how weak and drained you were, but he also knew you were aware that he loathed cold. Hated icy water. You didn't know the depth of his traumas, but the fact that you cared to the point that you were willing to use your last shred of strength to end his torment was something that reverberated in his soul.

You two didn't say anything else after that. After Kaz removed his hands from the flame, you understood that as the end of your two interactions. You two shared a mutual answer that neither would sleep on the floor. You two were adults and in no condition to be lashed by any colder.

The night moon bathed the dark room with lights in distilled silver, almost flickering through the windswept tree branches. You were back-to-back, blankets pulled up to your shoulders, breathing gently quickened. As exhausted as you two were, neither of you could sleep.

Suddenly, the whole atmosphere in room seemed to change. Like a private, enchanted piece of the world. The wind howled softly, on a calm note. The rain was still falling in torrents, but now it seemed to be adopted in a passionate tone. As if it had fulfilled its purpose and now hovered in the world with a romantic veil of water. Stars shining bright above the bedroom window, glittering like hundreds of tiny diamonds, accompanied by moonlight. Although the light was dim, it seemed to capture the lyrical essence, seem to whisper “Dream a little dream of me.”

Everything felt different, like the two of you had entered a rift in the world. A part inhabited romance, pure magic, love.

Your soul shivered, and as much as you could never prove it, you felt that Kaz's soul shivered too. Your breath hitched, burning in lungs, your body seized by a caustic tingle that snaked through every inch.

You didn't know why, but your body shifted gently on the bed, turning slightly towards the ceiling. The racing pulse in your veins. A second felt like an eternity. Kaz's body moved too, and you knew, just knew, that he was looking at the ceiling too.

Two hearts beating in the same time. Synchronized. And, by some magic or deity, you two knew that your heartbeat would never again beat another way. Always connected.

Your body moved a little more, now on belly up. And Kaz's seemed to do the same move, even without seeing you or your movements. His chest rising and falling with intensity. The rain calmed outside, turning the symphony of droplets hitting the roof into mysterious, passionate music. As if the world were plotting a whispering favor for you two.

Kaz could feel your body heat radiating once more, grazing his skin with rays of sunlight. Everything in that bedroom became poignant and intense and lyrical, inflicting sensations on him that Kaz never thought existed before. Later, it would be a shock for him to see that he was at the mercy of his own passions. Overcome by sensations that robbed him of control of his body. Later he would think about it. Later.

His soul tingled, sending gusts of heat from the inside out. The feeling was that, after 28 years of deep sleep, he had awakened. Awake. Alive.

His body moved once more, now completely on belly up. Kaz didn't have to look at you to know that you too had placed yourself in the same position. It was as if he felt the movements of your soul. His pulse was racing now, hot and boiling in his blood. And Kaz wondered if all the money in the world would bring half the sensations he was feeling right now.

What was he so afraid all this time? That question echoed through all the corridors of his soul. And Brekker feared for the answer. What kept him from having everything he craved?

Money? Pekka? Jordie's ghost and the cold ocean? Kaz feared never touching you any more than he feared his demons? Was that why he always walked away from you? Why was wanting to slide his fingers into your hot skin and not being able to fell you, be worse than any sensation he'd ever felt? Because, maybe, admitting it can change everything?

His breath hitched.

Would it be worse to be alone for the rest of his life? Doomed and cursing to a fate of revenge, death and red hate? Or, even worse for his heart, finding a girl with lovely eyes, sunny smiles and the smell of happiness? A girl that made him laugh, come out of his hiding. You. What do he will do with that? What if you open up the door that he can't close it? And If when you hold he and his heart is set in motion?

Would that be so bad? No.

His body became very aware of the approximation it was on to your. Your heat radiating into his. For some reason, Kaz was sure you was in the same condition as he was. Sharing the same feelings. The same passion hidden for so long.

Kaz should have thought of his brother, of revenge against Pekka Rollins, of the cold of the ocean. He should have weighed of his own traumas. Instead, he thought: What if I get a little closer?

The result of this was his fingertips brushing yours. And he knew the exact moment your heart sped up even more. Because his followed the same beat. Maybe following yours for the rest of his life.

You brought your eyes to him, calmly, as if that moment might disintegrate. and the world seemed suspended in that moment. Kaz slid his eyes to you as well, sharing sensations and emotions that didn't need to be put into words. It was all there, in the gaze.

His fingers crept higher, going to your hand, and plunging his touch - and his soul - into that contact. All your heat was too strong. Too intense. Doing Kaz wouldn't be able to think or feel, for the first few minutes, about anything but light, heat, summer and…happiness.

That's when you gave him a shaky, emotional smile. I would do anything for you. That's what that smile said. And Kaz answered, his hand tight with yours before letting go. Me too.

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As the sun's rays, shy and buttery, flooded the bedroom in soft color, Kaz's eyelids fluttered. The sound of birds reached his ears, and the scent of flowers and happiness invaded his nose.

It was nothing like waking up in Ketterdam.

That thought back him to reality. A reality in which he had stolen many diamonds, taken the rain and had to share the calm. A reality where Kaz Brekker touched you.

You.

Kaz opened his eyes immediately, his heart racing again. He looked frantically around the room, past the simple furniture, the closed bathroom door, the window where the light came in, and then looked to his side on the bed. That's when he realized what position he was in.

His soul heated up.

You had your back to him, your hair spread out on the white pillow, your back showing by your pajama top, your shoulder rising and falling softly with your resonant breathing. You were close. Very close. And Kaz finds, perplexed, that he is facing you. One arm rests around your waist, over the thick blankets, in an intimate and…romantic gesture.

He lost his breath. His warm, hope-shining soul whispered to him: what if it was like this every day? What if he woke up with you by his side forever? What if in time he learned to be a decent man? Trying to be normal?

Would Kaz do this for you?

You shifted in bed, turning onto his side, front for him, snuggling deeper under his touch and moving closer, as if Kaz were your oasis in the desert. No skin was actually touching, your breath hit his warm chest, and if Kaz lowered his lips even further, he could feel your lips on his.

Yes. He would.

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rahleeyah · 2 years ago

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I was really happy to see that you also like Bensidy, it seems like a lot of people don't care for Brian but I really like him. How do you feel about Tuckson?

brian cassidy my beloved. he is a whole disaster of a man and i love him. and i love his relationship with liv; i love the idea that they reunited at the lowest point for both of them, that they both needed someone to remind them of who they used to be, who they wish they were still were, connect them to their past and comfort them in their present, and that they both were ready to move on and did so with grace. not every relationship is meant to last forever but just bc a relationship wasn't the one doesn't mean it wasn't good, wasn't important, wasn't vital in shaping who they are.

and i love tuckson. i have written tuckson.

the thing about tuckson is that it is, actually, a really good enemies to lovers arc. when tucker is first introduced the squad doesn't immediately hate him; that hate festers over time as he gets brought in when elliot and olivia fuck up. everybody wants to hate tucker for arresting liv for murder but her DNA was literally found at the crime scene, she had been very well framed, and him relying on evidence and not just the fact that elliot swears liv is a good person doesn't make him a monster. and one of the things about the tuckson arc that i enjoy is that it doesn't keep him one dimensional; it gives us a reason for why tucker behaves the way he does, and we watch him grow through it.

we watch both of them grow, as they start to discover they have more in common with one another than they first realized, and that's human, and mature, and i love it. it's fucking grown up, to look at someone you've butted heads with in the past and see things from their perspective - which they both do - and develop respect. and that's such an important part of the journey, it's not like they went straight to fucking, there were many, many small steps towards respect. and once the respect is in place, and they realize they actually kind of like each other - which OF COURSE THEY DO, olivia benson's type is gruff muscled up asshole with a smart mouth and a heart of gold - they were good together. he looks after her, she gives him reason to hope. they are steady, together.

and it cycles back to the thing i was saying about cassidy; it wasn't meant to be forever, and that's ok! it could have been which i think is a fascinating piece of character work for olivia. tucker never once tells her he thinks she ought to retire, he just tells her he's thinking about it, and that forces her to confront her own desires for her future, and sends her running. she wanted family, she wanted a love that came and stayed, but when she got it she couldn't accept it. and for eo purposes that is delicious.

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

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fraks · 3 years ago

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LEVERAGE REDEMPTION 1x16 THE HARRY WILSON JOB

- yep, still a wreck, thanks for asking.

- "how long have you been standing here?" - "i just got here." i don't believe you, eliot, and neither does sophie. god eliot is so, so angry. :(

- sophie hasn't heard from harry. sadface. but also, eliot specifically asks HER if she's heard from him, implying that if he called anyone, it would be soph. not-so sadface.

- "i wanna kill a lot of people all the time, i just don't." WOW. there's a lot to unpack here, parker.

- this scene is super intense and sad and all, but all i can think is how gorgeous everyone is. sophie always, ofc, but parker, too, and breanna. and eliot's hair is like... on a whole other LEVEL. 🔥

- TWO MONTHS LATER. [bites nails]

- uh oh, things are not going well. fjsjfbje parker running into the glass door. "smells bulletproof." fhskfbks i love her.

- "getting my free taser." FGTJSJRHKA PARKERRRR

- oh shit bligh is there. OH SHIT HARRY IS THERE!!!!!!

- "he wasn't sad, he was just going back to being evil harry." umm NO. NO FUCKING WAY. NOPE. I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS. NOT MY BABY THIEF.

- "he recognised me! we were" [gestures] "this close together, and he let me walk away." oh, how close was that, sophie? 😏

- THERE'S NO WAY HARRY IS A BAD GUY AGAIN. NO FUCKING WAY. i hate that they basically said he was only trying to be good to get his ex back. but even if that was his motivation, he's STILL GOOD NOW. after she's made it clear she doesn't want him back. but look ghsjfjskkf sophie is the only one who still believes in him. SOPHIE DARLING, YOU'RE ALREADY IN LOVE, BUT YOU CAN'T ADMIT IT YET. that's okay though. there's time.

- "we're not having this conversation again. he lied to us before and we let it slide because he was your project." first of all, OUCH. second of all, there is nothing these crazy kids wouldn't do for their mum lbr. ♥️

- i stg though if sophie leaves, i will CRY FOREVER. i only watched 2.0 FOR SOPHIE in the first place. and now they've gone and made me fall in love with harry, so i can't STOP watching. which means i'd just miss her forever. so no. that's not happening. and gina loves being back with her leverage family, right? RIGHT?

- "LET'S GO STEAL OUR MR. WILSON." THIS IS MY FAVOURITE ONE YET!!! AND PERHAPS EVER!!!

- "bring him back in one piece." - "i'm not gonna promise that, man. maybe two, three large pieces at the most." ELIOT PLS. don't be like that.

- wait the hacking thing isn't working the way it should. I THINK HARDISON IS THERE. I THINK HARRY CALLED HARDISON FOR HELP.

- "it says 112 days without an accident. they're due." i am laughing harder than i should be.

- "i just spent the last eight months working with a crew that take people like you apart for breakfast. i'm not just a lawyer anymore." harry i SWEAR TO GOD if you're evil again, i will KILL YOU MYSELF. but that was a pretty impressive line, ngl.

- yeaaah that's definitely hardison's handiwork. which means harry is NOT evil.

- "how did you— oh right. you're... you." I HAVE MISSED THIS MORON and i haven't even been away from him for two months.

- "i know this code." called it!!! awww everyone is so happy to see him! eliot's face just... LIGHTS UP. tptb might try to deny the ot3 is real, but the actors sure don't.

- "so we're not killing harry?" - "that was a discussion point??" a) lmao, and b) well dude what did you expect???

- "it's not cool to keep us out of the loop." - "i'm guessing that was someone else's doing." oh going right for the jugular, miss devereaux, aren't we?

- i know i'm just quoting at this point but i am overwhelmed. OVERWHELMED! /wedding job reference

- "and yes, it WAS a cover!" MY BABY IS BAAACK.

- LMFAO PONY FANS. "that one was not what we thought it was." 😂 "you did that on purpose?" - "maybe." LISTEN I AM 100% HERE FOR HARRY+HARDISON FRIENDSHIP.

- ok i know this is not gonna happen, but it's 7am and I haven't slept so imma take a minute to pretend "mr. wilson, a word" means sophie is getting harry alone for a sec so they can make out after not having seen each other for two+ months.

- oh god. the way his voice breaks when he says he almost got breanna killed. THIS MAN.

- oh FUCK "guilt destroyed my family. i'm not gonna let it destroy yours." oh JESUS. okay first things first: IF SOPHIE'S NOT GONNA PUT A RING ON IT, I WILL. LET ME WED HARRY WILSON. but also, jfc he's SUCH A GOOD MAN. and such an IDIOT because DUDE YOU'RE PART OF HER FAMILY TOO NOW. and sophie oh my god. i can't even imagine all the things she must be feeling. she's been angry at him for being reckless and disappointed that he left them and yet hopeful that he can't have gone back to the dark side, and it all comes crashing down right now, but not because harry acted selfishly. he realised he HAD been acting selfishly and decided to do the opposite and PROTECT the people she loves most in the world.

- aaaah fuck and "we can't go it alone" PLEASE LET THE CATCH IN HER VOICE BE SOPHIE REALISING THAT LEAVING ISN'T THE RIGHT THING FOR HER. i mean they really can't. as a reason for her leaving, she gave that she needs to find herself. and we've DONE that. she already went off to find herself, and she did. and she came back. and maybe she needs to find herself again now, but the difference is that while she had to do it alone the first time, she needs to do it WITH her family this time. i am not accepting other interpretations.

- I AM SOBBING. "HELP ME FINISH THIS, PLEASE." OH MY GOD. AND HER "OF COURSE" IS BOTH RELIEVED THAT HE DOES WANT TO BE WITH ALL OF THEM AND TO BE PART OF HER / THEIR FAMILY, AND ECSTATIC THAT HE ASKED. GOOD GOD HOW. WHAT IS THIS SHOW DOING TO ME????

- "you should probably apologise to eliot, though. he's been very upset." awww babieeeees. :')

- "i'm assuming hardison has apologised to eliot by now." lmao this entire team knows that eliot is the softie. like in 1x01 when parker tells sophie eliot was very worried about her. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

- i'm very distracted by harry's massive new ring. what's that about, dude?

- "this is my grand finale." ugh she still plans on leaving. WHY. i mean, i can guess why. she first considered leaving to run from her feelings. she didn't want to get hurt again. and then harry went and DID hurt her. so she thinks she's got even less of a reason to stay, and more of a reason to go because she realised the extent of her feelings for harry WHEN he hurt her. ugh gdi show. (but also, what if she did leave for like, a month or two and in that time, harry got seriously hurt and idk, eliot called her to let her know and she rushed to harry's side? 👀)

- ahahahahaha oh my god taggert and mcsweeten. they did it. tptb did what they / john rogers always said they would: they made taggert and mcsweeten more or less the LEADERS OF THE FBI.

- jfc eliot really can't catch a break can he?

- it's interesting how the marshall has a similar dilemma to harry re: the law and what's right and what's wrong. she believes eliot and the team are doing good. that they're helping people. but she can't look past the fact that they are (/were) criminals. which makes the conclusion different from harry's—she goes the other way. she DOESN'T redefine her thinking about morality.

- that desk is ugly af, harry...

- "we trust him." THAT'S RIGHT. 🥰

- "i just got used to being alone. i let my guard down." uh dude, you haven't been alone in 13 YEARS. awwwwMAAAAAAAAN "i know it's not the same thing, but hardison and i are gonna be here for you... forever." - "ya." - "we'll always be together." - "til our dying day?" - "no. past that. even after we get the robot bodies." oh my goddddd. i LOVE this so much. i just really, REALLY wish they hadn't led with that qualifying statement of "it's not the same thing". because it IS. and even if it's not, it feels like a slap in the face to all the ot3 fans everywhere to explicitly say that eliot's relationship with h+p is in some way less than the relationship he had with the marshall. if anything, it's MORE, even if you don't headcanon them as poly. (i have a very specific headcanon for the ot3 that most active ot3 shippers probably don't share, but even MY headcanon is being destroyed by tptb. i can't even imagine how all those fans feel whose MAIN SHIP is the ot3.) they've known each other and worked together for THIRTEEN FUCKING YEARS. and with the work they do, even if they had no other interaction outside of it (which they clearly do, with eliot cooking for them and movie marathon time and all that), that would still mean a lot more than a, what, a six-month relationship with someone he barely even sees? i am NOT AMUSED.

- anyway. "i don't want a robot body." - "well that's too bad, we already measured your head while you were asleep." now THAT'S what i'm talking about. THIS is the kind of thing that allows all interpretations of this ship. did they sneak into eliot's room one night just to measure his head? or did they not have to sneak anywhere because he sleeps right next to them anyway? MORE 🙌🏻 OF 🙌🏻 THIS. 🙌🏻

- "alright, if you already measured my head." YESSSSSSSSSSSS. HIS LITTLE SMILE. HE LOVES THESE TWO SO MUCH. ROMANTICALLY, PLATONICALLY, IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER. THESE ARE HIS PEOPLE. TIL THEIR DYING DAY.

- uh ooooh.

- "THEIR WEAKNESS IS YOU." FUCK YEAH IT IS. BECAUSE THEY LOVE THEIR MR. WILSON.

- holy shit. "i'm here to make you an offer." HOLY SHIT. sophie devereaux has never been more attractive to me. NEVER. NOT ONCE. cool control and power look SO good on her. i love when she plays weird and loud characters, too, but this is her at her best. just. sophie devereaux, pissed off.

- also, i very VERY much appreciate that she's in all white whereas riz lady is in all black. alexandra bligh was never ELIOT's nemesis in this show / season, despite what 1x01 might have tried to make us think. she was always sophie's.

- "i think you're a distraction. i'm meant to be looking at you and missing the fact (...)" did it just get really gay in here? i already got those vibes at the christmas party in bucket job. @cminerva and i joked that riz lady definitely wants to bang sophie. but maybe it wasn't a joke at all. 👀

- "what if you miscounted?" JESUS THIS IS THE HOTTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.

- AHAHAHAHHA OH MY GOD THE RING!!!!!! THE DESK!!!!!!!!! HARRY WILSON YOU BRILLIANT MAN.

- "never tell them the 'or'." - "if you say it'll work, it'll work." - "i believe in you." I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS NOT-SO SECURE BUILDING. well, everyone on our team, that is.

- PARKER GOT TO PUSH HARDISON OUT THE WINDOW AGAIN. :') and then she and breanna jump out together fhakfhejwn lmao.

- "that was a very long minute. but have you forgotten how this conversation began?" jeeeesussssssssss. i'm so gay. I'M SO GAY.

- "did you really think it was a good idea to give eliot spencer sixty seconds of darkness?" just. leave me here to die. it's fine. i've been slain by sophie devereaux's sheer HOTNESS. the best death i could have imagined.

- "as your legal counsel, i would have advised you to take that deal." YASSSSSSSSSS HARRY!!!! god everyone is so hot in this.

- THE GLOAT. :') but listen there's no way riz lady won't be back. 👀 GRABBYHANDS

- "you blackmailing 'em?" - "uh huh." - "we're gonna double-cross 'em, too." FJAJFJWIDJFJWKFJ hardison is so proud of his girls.

- "we can't cover it up because we confessed!" fhskfjskfjkwjdkwjfj I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH

- awwww harry finally getting a chance to be a full-time dad. :')

- "it's just the start, man." - "not for me." NO. NOOOO. HE CAN'T. HARRY YOU CAN'T.

- "i think i'm done." oh god. no they can't. they can't do this to me.

- "i'm like a little pinch-hitter/hacker and like a little taste-grifter/thief; i'm half a lawyer now at best, but maybe if i mix that all together, i can still be something and do some good." god i just. i GET it. i get what he's doing. but it's NOT THE RIGHT THING. "i'm gonna become terribly poor." oh god.

- but he LOVES THEM ALL SO MUCH AND THEY LOVE HIM. HE CAN'T GO.

- god listen. what if noah was never a permanent fixture? what if he was there to INTRODUCE redemption, both as a show and as a concept? WHAT IF HARRY ISN'T COMING BACK? i feel physically ill thinking about it. it HURTS me. i NEED him to be there.

- "sophie." oh god. i take it back. i don't want him to say her name. not if it's a goodbye.

- and jfc that h/s scene. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. SHE FUCKING KISSED HIS CHEEK. AND THEY TALK SO OPENLY ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS. THEY WERE BOTH GRIEVING WHEN THEY MET AND THEY FUCKING HELPED EACH OTHER. AND SHE KNOWS WHERE TO FIND HIM IF SHE NEEDS HIM (that's gotta be code for him coming back right??? RIGHT????). and then she fucking WENT AND TOOK OFF HER RINGS. JFC. SHE'S READY FOR A NEW LIFE. AND SO IS HE. BUT HE'S LEAVING. AND HE HAS PLANS. PLANS THAT ARE REALISTIC. HE PLANS ON BEING POOR BECAUSE HE PLANS ON HELPING PEOPLE. HE COULD EASILY TAKE CASES THAT NO ONE ELSE WILL AND HELP PEOPLE THAT WAY. PROBABLY FAR MORE EASILY THAN HE COULD GRIFT OR STEAL OR THROW PUNCHES OR HACK. HE SAID IT HIMSELF, HE'S ONLY A FRACTION OF ALL OF THEM.

- .

- i'm trying to finish the episode. i'm a little bummed now that she did call him harry once before because that takes away from this moment.

- and god eliot's checking in on soph with just this one look to make sure she's okay now that HARRY IS GONE OH GOD.

- "that was a hell of a final performance, miss devereaux." 🥰

- "i don't think that was my final performance." oh my fuCKING GOD

- jfc i had forgotten about this speech of sophie's. i knew that there was SOMETHING yet to come that @cminerva and i talked about, with soph talking to the team while wearing that animal print thing. i remembered that much from sophie's "the team is back" promo, but i couldn't remember the CONTENT of the speech. "THIS is my stage." sophie, darling, EVERYONE has been trying to tell you this cause they've all known since victor fucking dubenich (the FIRST time). so she's staying, at least. AND SHE'S GOING TO BE THE MASTERMIND. OFFICIALLY. IT'S EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED FOR HER. she's BRILLIANT and god this is perfect. except.

- "YOU SEE ME AS I COULD BE." THIS IS SO STUPIDLY ROMANTIC AND INTIMATE AND RIGHT UP THERE WITH "I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME AND KNOW THAT". BECAUSE THEY FUCKING SEE EACH OTHER. THROUGH ALL THE LIES AND ROLES AND OMISSIONS. THEY SEE EACH OTHER. THEY CAN'T GIVE THAT UP. and FUCK I JUST REALISED HOW MUCH THIS MIRRORS PARKER'S LITTLE SPEECH ABOUT HOW HARDISON WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO REALLY SEE HER AND THAT'S WHY THEY WORK SO WELL AS A COUPLE. OH MY GOD.

- I'M SO SAD. I DON'T WANT TO BE SAD.

#leverage #leverage redemption #the harry wilson job #harry wilson #sophie devereaux #tv: leverage #ship: harry x sophie #liveblogging #redemption spoilers #leverage redemption spoilers #leverage spoilers #spoilers

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wolvesandpetals · 3 years ago

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Loki x Sylvie Post-Finale Fanfiction (Angst, Rated Teen) Part 2 of 2

Part 1 is here:

She never knew it would hurt this much when the person she loves is right in front of her, but she can't reach out and touch him; when she is still her, he is still him, but everything else has changed, like an invisible lever in an old theatre changing the scenery in the background, bringing them both to the part of the play where they are hopelessly lost.

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All it took was one single moment, one single decision, and everything feels irrevocably broken now. It makes her contemplate on the true nature of relationships, how fragile they are, and how easy it is to shatter them- and her.

The smoke is slowly clearing, and all that seems to be left is a man who is doing his best to keep his distance from her, physically and emotionally.

She can tell from the way he stands with his arms crossed, or his fists clenced when his hands are by his side, that he really doesn't want to hold her hand. How can something so simple as the touch of his fingers be so vital to her existence that it feels like something has been ripped out from inside her?

She wants to reach out and touch him, but she is scared that if he pulls away outright, any hope of reconciliation that she still has left will shatter into pieces.

And she really needs this hope. It's the only thing she still has left. It's the only thing that keeps her going.

---

He looks like a man with a mission.

They spent quite a long time together, running from the TVA, running towards the citadel at the end of time, hoping to achieve their goal of bringing down the one behind the curtains.

But that was her mission, and he was there for her. She was the one behind the wheels, he was the one keeping the sails afloat.

Now it's different. Now he has a defined goal, a glorious purpose.

She's seeing him in a whole new light now, and not just because he has switched to Asgardian leather and metal armors.

As far as she is concerned, she is better off doing it all alone. One woman army, nobody to get in her way, nobody to screw up her plans. Nobody to blame her if it all goes to shit.

Or so it was, until two months ago, when Mobius decided to enlist her help in fixing the multiversal madness.

She has never really worked with people before, and it's weird, to say the least. She never considered herself a team player, but she is finding herself hating the idea less and less lately.

And she swears it has nothing to do with him. Not the fact that they are working together, and seeing his face first thing in the morning brings her a sense of calm that she quite can't explain. Or the fact that their rooms are next to each other and it makes her feel secure enough to finally get some rest at nights. Or that this whole arrangement has kept them on talking terms, when they had gone their own separate ways otherwise.

Nothing to do with that at all.

---

Humans are stupid, and the biggest evidence of this is how they decided that two extremely powerful Gods skilled at magic, enchantment, and defeating an evil extra dimensional cloud that swallows everything it touches, should be delegated to the role of research. "You're clever. You're good at reading people. You can put yourselves in the shoes of the bad guys, no offense", they said, but really, what they meant was, "We can't trust you out in the field much." She knows it, he knows it. She just doesn't know why he's complying.

That's how they find themselves researching every single day.

She likes to think he's not the only reason why she's studying in the library instead of in the comfort of her room, but that'd be a lie.

At first, he chooses to sit at a separate table. But she keeps going over to his to "get his opinion" on something in the file she's reading, and finally, he gives in. Their current arrangement consists of him sitting in the chair in front of her, to the left, prim and proper, while she hoists her feet up on the table.

He falls asleep on the desk one night, face smacked against a file, the tiniest bit of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. It would be a hilarious sight, if her heart wasn't feeling what she can only describe as longing.

They should probably talk about it, like mature adults, but neither of them know how to do that.

All she can do right now is gather the courage to run her fingers through his hair. The touch is hesitant at first, as if one wrong move would make him wake up and push her back to square one. Slowly, she relaxes, letting her fingers dance on his scalp.

He stirs in his sleep. "Please Sif. I'm sorry. Don't cut off my glorious locks, please."

Now this is a story she must hear when things are better.

If things are better.

---

Doctor Strange joins them very briefly, very rarely, but the tension between him and Loki is hard to miss. It's worse than the current situation with her, and that's saying something.

"You don't really like Stephen, do you?"

Something inside him seems to shift, but he masks it behind a non-chalant look immediately and just arches an eyebrow at her. "He's Stephen now, is he?"

"Well, that is his name." She shrugs. "What do you call him?"

"Strange", he spits the word out with an amount of irritation that indicates there definitely is a story there. "That is his name", he mimics.

She can't help the smirk that spreads across her lips. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing", he lies, ignoring the horrifying flashbacks of thirty minutes of endless falling. Not a single soul must ever know a mere human got the best of him. "What can he do to me? I'm a God among those mortals. He just irks me because he is so pompous, and arrogant, and he ceaselessly uses magic to toy with others."

She pretends to think deeply. "Now where have I seen that before?"

He scoffs. "You mock me, but I am nothing like him. For one, I am not rude."

"He seems fine to me", she declares decisively.

It's the first time in months that he gives her a cheeky grin. "That's because you're rude too."

---

They are still just containing the threats to their world, instead of finding a way to fortify the barriers between worlds and stop the threats from coming.

"Shouldn't we have a plan to seal off the other worlds from ours?" She asks him one day.

"They are working on it." He tells her, and then with a look of worry, adds, "I hope."

There are debates on what to do at the Avengers tower and at the TVA. Nobody seems to agree on what the best course of action is, but everyone seems to be following the general instructions of Doctor Strange.

During one such meeting, a Minuteman makes the mistake of voicing out loud how she wondered if things would be better if they were running according to their old boss's plans.

Sylvie feels the guilt wash over her once more.

"No", Loki tells them all firmly. The determination in his voice takes her completely by surprise. "Evil is evil. Lesser, greater, middling, makes no difference. The degree is arbitrary. The definition’s blurred." She catches him steal a glance at her direction. "We couldn't have left a dictator in charge just because it's convenient. Listen, I'm the bad guy. I've done horrible, unspeakable things. I thought humans needed to be ruled. I wanted to rule. But even I know that it's not right to take away a person's life completely. These are innocent people. You are innocent people. You have families back home, parents, children", a pause and a softening of his features, "-love. A whole past, a whole future. That man had no right to take it away from you."

His powers of persuasion are foreign to her, and it's mesmerizing to watch. Her enchantments cannot hold a candle to how he is able to just talk people into doing what he wants, thinking what he thinks, seeing what he sees.

"He who remains had a plan. One, singular plan, from one, singular man." There is absolute conviction in his voice. "It's not the only way. We'll find another way. A better way."

She has never known what it is like to have someone see you for who you are- broken and flawed, and defend you- even your well-intentioned actions that yielded different results than what you expected and hurt them in the process. She suspects it has been the same for him, a lifetime of not having anyone have his back.

The warm feeling inside her is brand new. What is the name of this? Comfort? Relief?

Happiness?

---

This will be their first time out in the field in a long time, and she feels a little sick to the stomach.

He notices. "Are you alright?"

The concern in his voice tugs at her heartstrings. She nods. She has faced way worse, she shouldn't be so nervous about this, but she is. "I've never done this before."

"We can always just kill him and blame it on the Chitauris", he suggests with a serious face.

"I heard that", Peter yells from the other room, where he is doing whatever it is that teenagers do to prepare for battle.

She shakes her head in disbelief. "I can't believe we're babysitting."

"I've done this before", he assures her, and it surprises her to picture him being entrusted with such a serious task. "The trick is to conjure up illusions that keep them distracted enough to not cry."

She laughs. "You're thinking of infants. This one is a little older."

"I'm over a thousand years old, Sylvie. They're all infants to me."

Peter joins them, mask covering his face so that he doesn't reveal his identity. "So what do I call you? Loki and Loki? That's confusing. How about Loki and Lady Loki? Or is that offensive? I'm not suggesting women are inferior, because they're absolutely not..."

"Does he come with an off switch?" She whispers in horror as Peter rambles on.

Loki grins. With one wave of his hand and a flash of green, Peter's own webbing shoots out and seals his mouth shut.

---

Things are fine but not fine at the same time. He's right there beside her, but not there at all. They have their banters, they have their stolen glances, but they haven't had a meaningful conversation since that first day when she got back. She's been putting it off for a long time, but she knows they really do need to have the talk.

She corners him in his room one evening while he's tinkering with a temporal collar. She takes a seat in the chair next to his bed and rests her hand on the table, leaning her head against her palm, before switching position and crossing her arms and legs. Everything about her posture screams uneasiness. If he notices- he probably does- he doesn't say anything.

"You defended me that day."

He briefly looks up from the task at hand and gives her a soft smile. "Of course."

She blinks. "I don't understand." Her hands involuntary rise up to rub her temples. "If you can justify my actions to them, then how can you still be mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you", he says without missing a beat.

"Rubbish", her words come out angrier than she intended. This frustration is the result of the months of status quo they have had. She has to know now, one way or the other. "You're distant. You're guarded", she accuses. Then her voice breaks, as she feels a part of her break all over again with her next words. "You don't hold my hand. Why? Tell me."

He abandons the collar and focuses his full attention on her. Staring straight into her eyes, he answers her. "You know why."

"I wouldn't be asking if I did. Look, if it's because I chose the mission over you-"

"-Of course it's not that." He says decisively. Then a sad smile clouds his face. It's the same look he had when she accused him of conning her to gain the throne. "Do you think I'm the type of man who would want a woman to abandon her life-long ambitions just because she has met someone?"

She knows he isn't. But it still doesn't answer why he is so cross with her. "What is it then?"

He pauses for a moment, trying to decide whether he wants to bare his soul out to her once more or not. There are two ways he can go from here- choose to not let her in again and save himself from the hurt, or trust her again and open himself up to potential pain.

Who is he kidding? Pushing her away- keeping her away- doesn't hurt any less.

There were a thousand things that had to go wrong to bring two Lokis from two universes together. A connection like that, it doesn't just happen.

And it doesn't just go away. The pain is constant, it's a part of him, pounding like a second heart every second he has to stop himself from reaching out for her hand.

This has to come to an end.

He takes in a deep breath, bracing himself. "You didn't have to send me away, Sylvie. I wanted to stop you from making the same mistakes I did. But in the end, I didn't care what you chose. I just wanted us to do it together."

She never even imagined this could be the reason for his hurt. All these months spent thinking he hates her for her choices, and now it turns out he is hurt simply because she chose to do it alone? "I'm sorry." She says sincerely. "I just wanted you to be safe."

"And I just wanted to be there with you till the end." He confesses. His eyes shimmer with the emotions he has kept bottled in for so long. "You go, I go."

She doesn't know what to say to that. She has never been good at articulating her feelings. Tears stream down her cheeks at the realisation that even after everything, he is still there for her.

She didn't cry even back at Lamentis when they thought they were going to die. She doesn't let anyone see her cry when she is sad or scared. That's all she has known her whole life. She's used to it by now.

This is new. These are tears of relief. Comfort.

Happiness.

Tentatively, she crosses over to the bed and sits by his side.

It's quiet for a few minutes. But unlike the months of tension so thick she could cut it into splices with her daggers, this is comfortable silence. The kind they had before it all went wrong.

"Did you even miss me?" He whispers.

"What kind of silly question is that? Of course I did." Her shaking hands grab his, and oh how she missed this.

He intertwines their fingers. His eyes draw closed. Bliss. That's the only word for this feeling.

He opens his eyes again and studies her. She's staring back at him, teary-eyed, but with a hopeful smile. "Really? Because you have a really unique way of showing it. You didn't even come looking for me."

"I didn't know how to face you", she tells him honestly. No tricks, no enchantment, no treachery. Not with him. "I didn't know if you even wanted to see me." Her voice grows quieter, dropping to a timbre that perfectly encapsulates her deepest fear. "I thought you hated me."

"Hate you?" He is shocked that she thinks that is even possible, specially after seeing him these last few months. "Sylvie, I'm working with the Avengers. The Avengers. Do you know how much I hate them? They are my nemesis. They're self-righteous, condescending, and so completely dull. Every second with them makes me want to rip their hearts out. Why do you think I'm here with them?"

She thinks she knows. But she needs to hear it anyway.

"It's because of you." He lays it all out on the table. All cards on deck, win or lose. "You've been running away. I have been the one who has been here, trying to hold down the fort, working to fix everything. Because that is what one does when one loves-"

Shit. The word slips out before he realises it.

Their eyes go wide in unison.

"Sylvie, I-"

"-Don't you dare take it back now." She warns him. "I-" She doesn't know how to say it either. They make such a great pair, both equally daft at saying how they feel, like they are teenagers, not Gods who have lived for centuries. "I've been running because I didn't think I could bear the burden of knowing I found you and then I lost you. I don't want to lose you. Not now, not ever."

He kisses the back of her hand, before letting it go. He cups her face, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. "I don't want to lose you either."

She leans in closer, until their foreheads touch. She can feel his breath on her face, warm and soft. That is exactly how she feels inside. "You won't", she promises. "You go, I go."

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(Quote on Lesser Evil from The Witcher. Thanks for reading!!)

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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Californian Dream (Pt. 09 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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For the third time today, you hit Jimmy with the fins as you walk by, pretending you didn't notice. He groans and you bite back a giggle. “If you do that again, I swear I'll fire you.” He sings songs, putting the price tags on the new regulators that got here today.

“You can't fire me. I'm very good at selling stuff.” Putting the fins on its place you turn to look at him.

“The Padawan always becomes stronger than the Master.” Crossing his arms, he squints his eyes. “I taught you everything you know, Lily flower.”

“Yup. And I mastered every single aspect into perfection.” Walking around the store, you make your way back to the counter, letting your hair down, running your fingers through it. “I'm a Jedi by now.”

“You're getting cocky. I think you're spending way too much time with Billy.”

“Well, we're living together and dating so...” You move to stay behind the counter, drumming your fingers on the wooden top. “I'd say that yes, we spend way too much time around each other but I wouldn't change a thing.”

“You're the only couple I know who started living together before even starting to date,” Jimmy says, finishing with the regulators and moving to the new swimsuits, starting to organize them by color and size.

“Yeah, it wasn't the conventional way but it worked, didn't it?” Biting your lip, you try to hold back the smile that always comes whenever you think or talk about Billy. It's been a month since it became official, and things have been going well. Very well. The life you had before is a distant memory you don't even visit it anymore. You're still watching the news here and there, some of your old friends were released and the investigators are getting somewhere. But the truth is that this your life. A real life for a change, where the days aren't pointless, and you do love the friends you have, people with who you don't have to watch your manners or think before saying something. You can laugh out loud and make a mess if you want.

“It did. Look, this is girl stuff, can't you–. These are different sizes but they look the same.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk over him, pushing him away. “They're different, Jimmy. You're clueless.” Looking through the bikinis, you take one off the hook. It's blue and pink, with black symmetrical lines all over it. “I really like this one.”

“It's nice. I bet Billy will like it.” He says in a sassy tone, and you roll your eyes again.

“Alright. Can you put this in the back for me? I'll buy it.” Handing him the piece, you focus on reorganizing everything, paying attention to the clients in case anyone needs help. You're humming a soft song when you feel someone approaching, so you turn on your heels to find a guy walking over the swimsuits. “Hello. Do you need anything?”

His lips break into a bright smile, which you respond with a small polite one. “Yes. I was wondering what tank I should get.”

“It depends. If it's just for recreational purposes, the one with atmospheric air.” You say, finishing with the bikinis and turning to give the guy some attention. “Come, let's check them.” Gesturing, you walk to the other side of the store, almost in the back where the tanks are.

“What's this Nitrox thing?” He asks, stepping closer to the tanks, his hand brushing on your thigh. You move away, but since he didn't seem to notice, you decide not to give it much thought. Probably just an accident.

“That's for long dives. It's a mixture of nitrogen and oxygen.” Shrugging your shoulders, you lay a hand on a nearby tank. “But I assume it'll be just for fun so the atmospheric one will suffice.”

“You know a lot about this stuff.” His smile grows wider, and he gives you a little wink.

It makes you giggle. Is he trying to flirt? “I'm still learning.”

“What about... This one?” Stepping closer, he reaches out for a tank behind your back. You know what he's doing now, so you're quick to step aside before he can pin you against the wall.

Taking a deep breath, you roll your eyes. “Trimix. For depths beyond 130 feet. Which one will you take?”

“I could take two atmospheric tanks if you agree on coming with me for a... Recreational dive?”

“Nah, I don't think so.” He's not planning on buying it, so you make your way back to the counter. “First of all, I don't know how to swim. And second, I have a boyfriend.” Tapping on the counter a few times in a happy rhythm, you focus on the other customers around.

“And why haven't your boyfriend taught you how to swim yet?” He comes to the counter too, leaning on it, making you stand up straighter. “Or... Maybe he can't.” He giggles.

“Oh, he can.” You smirk. “He was a lifeguard during his time in Indiana.” As you speak, you see the man himself, walking closer, an eyebrow raised at the guy talking to you. Biting back a smile at his jealous face, you look at the guy again. “He's amazing, actually. Handsome, strong.” Raising your voice just enough for Billy to hear, you lean on the counter too. “But he's also kind and generous. Honest, trustworthy.”

“Sweetie, nobody is perfect so don't even try to make me believe he is.” The guy chuckles, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, no. He's not perfect. Billy has problems with anger and he absolutely hates when guys try hit on me.” The moment you're done speaking, Billy touches the guy's shoulder, strongly pulling him away from the counter. “Hi, baby.” You say, giving Billy a bright smile.

“Billy, my dude.” The guy says, nervously stepping back, hands raised. “Didn't know the girl was with you, man.”

“Now you do, so back the hell off.” His thunder voice gets people's attention, but you don't even bother.

“Alright, alright.” He mutters, walking backward until he's in the middle of the store, where he finally turns around and leaves.

“Let me know if you want the atmospheric air tank!” You shout, laughing a little.

“Seriously, why the hell–” Billy starts, but his words fade when he looks at you.

Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle at his expression, leaning a little closer to him. “What?”

“Of course guys will hit on you.”

“Uhm... Care to explain it or am I supposed to guess?”

“You look good, that's it. And all this friendly act when you're working here. The kind smiles, politeness... Guys are stupid, they'll think you're interested.” When Billy leans over, you don't move away, a smirk coming to your lips when his face gets dangerously close.

“So... Are you calling yourself stupid?” You whisper, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth. Some people are starting, you're sure. They all know Billy around here, but it doesn't bother you.

“I was stupid. Now that I'm with you, I'm the smartest man on Earth.”

“Doesn't make much sense, Billy.”

“Doesn't have to.” He rolls his eyes, lips finally meeting yours.

“Hey, hey!” Jimmy exclaims from somewhere behind you. “You can take this home, alright? Remember rule number one? Not making out in work hours?”

“My work hours were done seven minutes ago so...” You snap, turning on your heels and waving at Jimmy. “See ya at the bonfire.”

“See ya, Lily flower.”

“Bye.” Muttering, you sigh at the name he calls you.

Walking hand in hand with Billy, you wonder when you'll be able to tell them the truth. It's tiring to hold on to this lie. It's the only thing left to open up about. That, and the fact that you're, well, rich. Sitting shotgun, you look at the people walking on the sidewalk, quietly thinking.

“Hey,” Billy calls. “Everything alright? Did that guy–”

“No, no.” You assure him, shaking your head. “If that idiot tried anything you'd know.”

“Then what's wrong?”

“It just sucks that they still think my name is Lily.” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “I'm (Y/N). And I'm afraid they'll be mad when I tell the truth about who I am, who my family is. I don't wanna lose them.”

“Princess, you're hiding your identity for a very good reason. They know about the kidnappings, I'm sure they'll understand when you tell them the truth.” Billy lays a hand on your thigh, and you stretch your arm to massage the back of his neck. “They're not like those pricks, they'll understand.”

“I hope so. I'm sick and tired of that Lily flower shit.”

“Yeah, I bet it sucks being named after my car.” He says, a smirk on his lips.

“What?” You breathe out, smiling. “Are you finally letting me name your car?” You basically jump on your seat, leaning over Billy to place kisses all over his cheek and jaw.

“Keep that up I might even let you name our future kids.”

His words make you stop, freezing, slowly moving back to your seat. Kids? Is he joking or something? Does Billy even want kids? And does he want them with you? This was never brought up before. Billy nervously moves in his seat, clearing his throat. “What?” It comes out almost a whisper.

“No, just... It just...”

“It's alright. I don't...” Billy enters the small parking lot beside the building, stoping on his usual spot. “Anyways, we still have to deal with things when I'm allowed home, so...” You step out of the car, a little flustered, walking side by side with him. “Until that happens we can just...”

“Yeah, we can wait until you break the news to your parents, then–”

“Yeah.” You cut him off, taking his hand. “We still have time since neither the police or the investigators seem to be anywhere close. So let's have fun now and talk about the future later.”

“Let's focus on the bonfire for now.”

“Beach party!” You exclaim, giggling when he pokes your side on a ticklish spot.

An hour later, you're at the beach, in a long skirt and blue top, talking about the most stupid things as the huge bonfire sends flames up to the sky. You're seated on a huge beach towel, eating burned marshmallows. The wind is fresh and the sky is still fading into the black for the night. Leaning against Billy, you giggle every time he places a kiss on your shoulder. There are way more people here than planned, but nobody seems to care. The music is loud, but the voices are louder. Over thirty people are either by the fire or playing on the water, and you've never felt this... Carefree. Or happy. The same people your parents despise so much, are now the best people you know. Just a bunch of kids having fun, not thinking too much, not overthinking their manners, or looking at others with judgmental eyes. This is easy, effortless.

“Billy!” Someone calls, waving their hand over the fire. “A little help with these coolers!”

“It's Austin.” He says, and you move a little to let him get up. “Finally some food and drinks.”

“Yeah, I'm thirsty.” You complain, turning your attention to Stacy as Billy walks away. “So. You and Jimmy. When is it happening?”

“Shhh.” She takes a look around before standing up and pulling you with her. “He doesn't make a move, so I'm starting to give up this idea,” she says when you're away from the others, near the deck of a small snack bar which is almost closing.

“You like him, and he likes you. What's missing?” You ask, not sure what else to do to help. Jimmy often comes to you for advice, and you do your best to push him into asking Stacy out. But after three weeks, it hasn't happened yet. But if it was a double date... “Oh! Gosh! It's so damn obvious!”

“What?” She giggles, pinching her eyebrows together.

“Double date. Saturday. Movie theater.” You say, winking at her. “You two are coming and leave the rest to me.”

Giving a little jump, Stacy pulls you into a hug. “You're the best. I can't believe I haven't come up with this idea myself but I'm so thankful you're my friend.”

“I'll get you two together.” Pulling away, you assure her. “It's a promise.”

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome.” Linking arms with her, you start making your way back to the fire. Your eyes find Billy in a distance, and you're just about to change direction when a girl walks over to him, arms immediately wrapping around his neck, her lips chasing his. You stop in your tracks, freezing, throat suddenly dry. Relief washes over you when Billy pushes her away before she can kiss him, holding both her arms when she tries approaching him again. “The audacity of that bitch.” Stacy mutters, and you nod.

“Why don't you go ahead, I'll... Go there.” Gesturing at the snack bar, you step back.

“Lily...”

“It's alright. I'll just get something to drink.” You know the drinks just got here, but you don't care, you just need some time right now. Turning your back at her, you climb the few wooden steps that lead to the snack bar's small balcony, where some tables give the clients a view of the ocean, holding your skirt so it won't get into your way. When you get to the deck, you walk to the very back, where's dark since half the lights are already off.

You don't know why you're feeling so bad. Billy pushed her away, but still, you're... Angry. Stacy is right, the audacity of that bitch... But if she felt like she could do that, she was one of his many... Flings. And it kills you to imagine them together. Leaning over the wooden railing, you put both hands on your head, the wind messing with your hair.

“Hey, there.” Billy's voice reaches you and, taking a deep breath, you turn around with a half-smile.

“Hey...”

“Stacy told me you saw Amanda grabbing me.” He starts, coming to stand beside you. “You know that–”

“Billy, I saw you pushing her. I'm not mad at you, I'm happy, I just...” Throwing your hands in the air, you sigh, letting them fall. “I just don't like the mental pictures I'm having about the two of you.”

“You're jealous.” He states, and when you look at him, he's trying to hold back a smile. “That's how you cope. You like to be alone. I like punching the guys in the face.”

You didn't want to, but you're chuckling anyways. “Yeah, I kinda noticed that.” Billy comes closer, pinning you against the railing and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“It'll take a while for people to believe I'm actually dating someone this time. But they'll get it, I promise.” He places a soft kiss on your lips. “Even if I have to shove away half the girls of California.”

“You're so cocky, did you know that?” You give him a light push, but you move alongside him, leaving the railing behind. “But it's okay. I just... I hope I won't... End up like one of them. Being pushed away.” With a low voice, you look down, the very thought of it breaking your heart a little.

“When you're falling asleep you have the habit of moving your feet,” Billy says, and the subject is so damn random you raise an eyebrow, staring back at him, shrugging your shoulders. “And you take deep breaths as you relax, and it means you snuggle closer to me every time. And almost every morning you find a way to hook a leg around me so I can stay a little longer.”

“You'll have to help me out here because I don't follow.” Furrowing your eyebrows, you cross your arms.

“I was never that intimate with anyone. And I never wanted to, that's why I never took any girls to my apartment.” Billy softly rubs your arms, and for some reason, your attention falls on the exposed part of his chest. The idiot doesn't seem to know what buttons are for... But you don't care. “But with you, I... I want this. And when the issue with your parents is over we will talk about what will come next and–”

“Oh my God!” Someone from inside the snack bar exclaims, turning the TV volume up. “They got them. The police got them.”

After exchanging a glance with Billy, you both rush inside, eyes on the TV. And yes, the police got them. The journalists show the commotion, an abandoned place, all wrecked, as the criminals are dragged out. And the hostages they still held. Soon enough everyone from the bonfire is here too, silently watching. You're relieved, of course, to know the people you grew up with are being released. But it means you'll have to face your parents, and finally make the changes in your life permanent. With a hand on your heart, you stare at the TV without paying much attention.

“Wanna get out of here?” Billy whispers on your ear, and you nod, following him out of the snack bar.

Guess you'll be talking about the future a lot sooner than you thought.

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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part eleven

Summary: Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn't even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life. They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected.

Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occurred she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.

"Cap, what do you want me to do with this damn thing?" Clint cried, loud and frantic. Y/n followed close behind, covering him using the various weapons the suit came equipped with and some of her own additions.

"Get those stones as far away as possible!" Steve demanded. Y/n's helmet retracted as she turned, sharing a look with Clint and wondering what the best strategy on getting out of there was.

But before either of them could suggest a means of escape, Bruce's voice came over the comms. "No! We need to get them back where they came from." He argued. Clint's gaze moved to behind Y/n and he swiftly shifted his hold on the gauntlet, firing one of his arrows at a creature behind her.

"No way to get them back. Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel." Tony's voice cut in. The desolate space where the compound once stood was proof of that.

"Whatever we decide to do, we need to do it fast! We're sitting ducks out here!" Y/n called turning to take out another alien that had been drawn over to them like a beacon by the stones.

"Hold on!" Scott's voice rang out. "That wasn't our only time machine." Y/n groaned knowing where he was going with it as she narrowly avoided one of the incoming soldiers that appeared to be on their side.

"Scott, I swear if you mean that smelly ass van-" Y/n's swear was cut short by the out of place 'La Cucaracha' tune that echoed out over the battlefield. Clint merely chuckled beside her, doing his best to keep the stones out of the hands of the surrounding aliens.

"Anyone see an ugly, brown van out there?" Steve questioned. Y/n sent Clint an exasperated look to which he grinned at, his smile only growing as she glared at him.

"Yes! But you're not gonna like where it's parked!" A woman's voice answered.

"Scott, how long do you need to get that thing working?" Tony questioned. Y/n decided she'd have more of an advantage clearing Clint's path from the air and she hovered ahead of him, taking out as many of the strange creatures as she could.

"Maybe ten minutes." Scott replied.

"Get it started. We'll get the stones to you." Steve instructed. Clint motioned for Y/n to fire at one of his arrows and she nodded, directing the repulsor at the arrow he shot into a group of them.

"We're on it, Cap." A second woman's voice said.

"Y/n, get down here." Tony called suddenly. She was about to reply when one of the creatures jumped up grabbing her foot and dragging her to the ground. It pinned her down, it's hot breath seeming to waft through her helmet causing her to recoil in disgust.

"Uh, yeah. Give me a minute!" Y/n cried, grunting as she fought back, trying quickly to calculate how best to escape. Whipping around at the sound of her distress, Clint shot an arrow through its head making it fall limp upon her.

"Thanks." She said through gritted teeth as she forced the creature off. "Gross."

•••

Eventually Y/n managed to find Tony through the chaos of battle and landed down in front of him, letting her eyes drift to the man behind him. He wore a red cape and Y/n was about to question who the man was but stopped mid sentence as he pointed at her.

"You're here." He spoke as if recognizing her. Not only did he seem to know her, he appeared utterly defeated by her presence, even solemn. Yet before she could question his off-putting reaction, Tony grabbed her forearm, pulling her away. Her eyebrows furrowed and she retracted her helmet looking at him confused.

"Tony, are you okay?" She asked, concern etched into her features. Tony's expression was distraught as he looked around in a daze at the fight that raged on around them.

"The kid I told you about. The spider boy." Tony questioned though it sounded more like he was demanding something. She nodded, holding onto his upper arms as he grasped her forearms tightly.

"Yeah, what about him?" She asked, studying his darting eyes. She couldn't shake the feeling that he knew something she didn't and a knot started to form in her stomach as he struggled to piece together a sentence.

"He's-he's a lot like you. And after this he's going to need help, okay? From someone a lot like him, do you understand?" He told her urgently, his gaze drilling into her. His words rattled her and her eyes widened, unsettled.

"Tony, what are you talking about?" She pleaded, the knot in her stomach twisting tighter with each painful second that passed.

"Just take care of him, alright? If something happens…" His request trailed off. Y/n slipped out of his grasp, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Nothing will happen, you'll be able to help him yourself." She promised. He didn't seem to take her word for it but nodded anyway for her sake.

"You're right...just-just promise me." Y/n could tell he was scared. He was terrified and all she could think to do was give him what he wanted. Reassurance.

"I promise." She swore to him, his eyes becoming more clear and focused as Y/n held onto his shoulders.

Her words seemed to calm him enough and Y/n offered a timid smile, unsure whether now was the time to give him a proper response like she would've if they hadn't been in the middle of a fight. But before she could even think about it further he turned, flying off to continue the battle.

Y/n watched him go, her heart contracting as his words echoed in her head. He wouldn't have placed the responsibility of his kid onto her shoulders if he didn't mean it and she felt sick to her stomach.

Please not again.

•••

"Y/n, where are you?" Clint called over the comms, his voice winded and heavy. Steve saw that he had managed to pass the gauntlet to T'Challa just in time for them to narrowly avoid Thanos' forces that were closing in on the stones.

He had been doing his best to keep the stones in sight but once hearing Clint, Steve's eyes also began to search for his friend wherever she may have been.

"I don't know. Where are you?" She replied after a few seconds of silence.

"Doesn't matter. I gave the stones to the cat guy, you gotta watch them!" Clint instructed.

Finally Steve had managed to find Y/n in his peripheral and he relaxed slightly watching as she began to lower herself to the ground. Yet before he could be put at ease, another being entered his vision, dangerously close to Y/n.

"Cat guy?"

"Y/n, watch out!" Steve suddenly cried in her comms. She whipped around too late to retract her foot in time. The large being had reached up, grabbing hold of her foot and dragging her down.

Y/n tried to release herself, firing her repulsors at the large creature but it did nothing as he tightened his grip on her boot and threw her into a mound of debris, obscuring her from Steve's sight.

"Y/n!" Steve yelled, beginning to run in her direction. Bucky noticed his friend's sudden panic and began running as well. Covering for his friend as he ran left Bucky behind, allowing Steve to reach Y/n first.

All at once, a series of blasts made Steve skid to a stop on the wreckage-covered ground. A forceful scream sounded from where Y/n was thrown and seconds later the being fell, multiple holes burned into its chest.

When Steve finally stepped around to see Y/n, the missile launcher on her shoulder was slowly powering down and folding back into her suit. "Y/n." Steve breathed watching with a concerned gaze as her suit shook slightly, mimicking her own trembling body.

Once her eyes landed on him, her helmet retracted exposing her terrified expression. Without another word, she shot up and threw her arms around his neck as she held onto him for dear life.

He held her back, sending Bucky a glance as she buried her face into his shoulder, rattled cries muffled by the material of his suit. Bucky froze reading Steve's wary gaze. Y/n had just opened up to him about her attack. It was too soon to throw Bucky right in front of her. It wasn't fair, he thought.

So Steve made him wait.

Again.

"Hey, hey it's alright."

"No. It's not alright. What am I doing here, Steve? I can't do this. Every time I think I can, I'm proven wrong! It's not me!" She broke down in his arms. Her entire life had turned upside down in a mere couple of days and as much as she wanted to walk it off like everyone else did, she couldn't. She wasn't built for it despite what the others thought. She wasn't a hero.

Tony believed she was and so had Steve. Even she had believed it all those years ago. But she was wrong and lost everything for it. And it only made her more angry at herself.

If the younger her had been put out there, she would've been eager to fight but now she couldn't. Maybe it was anxiety or even PTSD but either way it didn't matter. She wanted to believe she had another purpose other than to fight. And maybe she did. She'd helped people for years before ever getting a suit.

"It is you, Y/n. You have it in you to be a hero, you just need to accept it. I know it's scary but this fight-" Steve began with another speech but Y/n wasn't having it. She was tired of it. Tired of the wars and destruction. The world fought long before the Avengers were around and Y/n knew stopping it forever was impossible but she still wished it would. Was peace really that unreachable?

"Enough! Why does everything have to end in a fight? Why do people have to give up everything for a better world only to fail in the end?" She yelled, all her frustration and fear tumbling out of her mouth without restraint.

She hated herself for not being as strong willed but something deep down told her that this war wouldn't end well. She knew fighting Thanos was important and she was willing but at what cost? She'd lost her parents and mentor for nothing more than joining S.H.I.E.L.D and it terrified her to think what would be lost in order to restore the world.

How many more lives would be lost and could she handle it?

Steve watched her eyes fill with panicked and frustrated tears, unable to do anything to soothe her. He'd seen his friends break before and he was sure this wouldn't be the last time but something was different this time. Like Wanda had been at the beginning, Y/n was scared to accept her role in this battle. She was strong and smart, Steve knew that but Y/n was still scared and angry. She was still human.

Y/n struggled to reach that point where one accepts that they're a part of something bigger. It was something he had forced others to do and the guilt still ate at him inside but it was necessary.

It helped them grow.

"Because the most important things are worth fighting for. No matter how many times you have to do it." Steve replied finally, silencing the war in her head. He wanted so badly to take her out of it. He'd brought her back into this life after all, he owed her. But he couldn't. She was a part of this now and as much as she doubted herself, she was just like them. She had limits but she was powerful. He just needed to remind her.

"Look at what you did. Look how far you've come." He began, shifting her gently so she could look at the being now motionless on the ground where it'd fallen. She spared it a fleeting glance, focusing her stare back on Steve as she tried to put together what he was trying to say.

"You get knocked down but you always get back up, okay? You're one of the strongest people I know and even though you're scared it doesn't make you any less capable." His hands moved to her shoulders, gripping them tenderly. "You've been through so much and helped so many people. You're a hero even if you don't believe it. Even if you don't believe that fighting is helping- there's two sides to making the world better and I know you can do both."

Y/n studied his eyes, finding the familiar sincerity he always wore. So comforting and so safe. She was tired of being something she wasn't but what if all this time she was meant to be here? Meant to fight the fight no one wanted to. Meant to lose it all for a cause greater than herself.

Meant to be a hero.

"I need you to fight with me right now. I know you can do this." He pleaded, sending a short look to Bucky. He was yards away, just out of earshot but close enough to insure their protection. Bucky was always fighting the bigger fight and as much as it hurt him, Steve needed Y/n to do the same. "Please."

Fear still grasped at her heart but she knew she needed to do something. She couldn't run from this like she had so many times before. She had to fight and maybe just maybe if she fought hard enough, she could prevent the catastrophe she knew lingered around the corner.

"We need a vacation."

Steve paused, unsure if he'd heard her right. "What?"

"We need a vacation, after all of this. Somewhere warm and beachy." Y/n explained, a bittersweet smile curving on her lips as she looked up at him. She was still terrified, that much was certain but she was willing to push it aside. Willing to be half the hero Steve was, no matter what cost she feared she'd face.

Her request was pitiful but certainly one that gave them hope, something to hold onto. "A beach it is." Steve smiled.

Before he could say another word, Y/n had broken free of his hold, pacing a few feet away from him. A look of determination had taken hold of her features, deciding she needed to act before her nerves overcame her again.

Offering one more soft smile, her helmet closed, the eye slits lit up with the familiar white glow. Her thrusters engaged and she was in the air once more.

She caught herself much quicker this time with the added power of her hand thrusters and took off toward where F.R.I.D.A.Y had informed her the stones were. Steve watched a moment longer, hearing Bucky jog up beside him.

"Who was that?" He asked, watching the woman fly off into the war that was unfolding. Steve's smile still lingered though he was worried.

"Someone special." Steve replied. Bucky turned to him with a thoughtful gaze, unable to take his eyes off Steve's tender expression.

•••

Dodging the open fire upon the surface from Thanos' ship was difficult but keeping track of the stones all the while was nearly impossible. Yet Y/n was able to manage finding the stones in the hands of the very boy she'd swore to protect.

"Help! Somebody help!" He cried, his pleas echoing through her comms. Her headset quickly homed in on the source, making her alter her trajectory in his direction.

"Thruster power is critically low." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke suddenly, displaying the power level in front of Y/n. Her eyes widened, trying to pay attention to her flight pattern despite the panic rising in her chest.

"And you wait until now to tell me?!" Y/n shouted.

"Your usage of the micro-missiles used up a lot of energy. Keep in mind this suit is just a prototype."

"Hold on, kid!" Y/n called, ignoring F.R.I.D.A.Y and using what was left of her thruster power to launch herself toward the Spiderboy. "F.R.I.D.A.Y is it possible to use the power from my armor?"

"It is possible but you won't be able to take multiple hits." The A.I. explained. Y/n chose not to answer, debating her choices. Either transfer power and avoid all hits or possibly survive future attacks with no means of escape or counterattacks.

The pile of alien soldiers continued to grow in the few seconds it took her to catch up and without a moment to lose she dove in, snatching the boy up in her arms as she allowed her suit to take over. "F.R.I.D.A.Y light 'em up!" She called. The action would definitely burn through what was left of the power but she didn't care.

"Activating 'Firework Protocol'." F.R.I.D.A.Y acknowledged Y/n's new protocol, spanning open the panels in the back of the suit. The advanced micro lasers she'd installed was the only light in the huddle of alien mass around them as the red lasers powered on.

Y/n's hold on the boy's head tightened and she pulled him close, trying to ensure he wouldn't be another victim of her suit as it fired at the beings atop them. He held the gauntlet desperately, stealing a glance up at her as the aliens began to fall around them.

"Power level 2% percent." F.R.I.D.A.Y informed.

"Transfer power from armor now!" Y/n called, shifting her hold on the boy to under his arms. As she'd commanded, F.R.I.D.A.Y put the shield power Y/n had preserved earlier into thrusters. It was a temporary fix but all she could think of.

"Hold on!" Her shout came hurried and Peter barely had any time to process it before they were in the air, his metallic spider legs flailing frantically. "You alright, kid?!" She called over the rush of air, peering down at him as they shot across the chaos towards Scott's van.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah I'm okay! I'm Spider-Man! Nice to meet you– OH, MY GOD!" The boy rambled, screeching as they served away from one of the large flying creatures that grew threateningly near.

However in the attempt to avoid one danger they'd entered another and Y/n's suit was struck but Thanos' ship, causing them to fall back down to the earth. And while she did everything in her power to move the boy to avoid direct impact, his groan still alerted her that he'd taken a rough hit.

She herself was struggling to recover, her headset glitching as the suit tried to reform after the hit. As F.R.I.D.A.Y had warned, the suit's armor level significantly decreased, alerting her that another hit like that would be fatal. The nanotechnology was strong but her decision to transfer power from her armor was quickly regretted.

In her daze she felt the boy tug her, pulling her back toward him as he cradled the stones against his chest. The intensity of Thanos' canons rattled the ground and Y/n found herself unable to focus on anything else. Sound was muted and her sense of touch seemed dulled. Maybe it was the aftermath of falling from midair in a metal container.

How had Tony survived this long?

Then suddenly it stopped. It all stopped. The strikes upon the battle were instantly directed to another target and much to her body's protest, Y/n sat up looking toward the skies. She could hear her peers struggling to figure out the source of Thanos' fire but it was all blurred.

"Mild concussion and multiple contusions detected." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke, making Y/n groan as she looked over at the Spiderboy.

"Kid, you okay?" She called, making him peek out from his fetal position against the huge rock they'd taken cover behind. His nose was bleeding and his eyes were red but otherwise he seemed alright.

He nodded, still dazed himself as he eyed her curiously. "Hey, uh, who are you? I mean thank you for saving me but-" He trailed off, his eyes lingering on the suit. Why had she been wearing one of Mr. Stark's suits?

"I'm Y/n. Or uh- Iron Star." Y/n explained, still reluctant toward the name. "Tony gave me the suit in case things went wrong." She explained, climbing to her feet clumsily as dizziness shook through her body. "Guess they did."

"I'm Peter by the way. Peter Parker." He introduced, hugging the gauntlet strangely as he watched her regain her footing.

Y/n smiled softly, putting out her hand for the battered boy. "It's very nice to meet you, Peter." He accepted her hand, climbing to his feet carefully, the gauntlet still tight within his grasp.

Suddenly their moment was cut short by the sound of a heavy force hitting the ground behind them. Y/n whipped around, unsure whether said force was a threat but much to her surprise, a woman was standing there, a kind smile on her lips.

"Hi. I'm- Peter Parker. This is Y/n." Peter spoke up, making Y/n glance back at him. Did he always introduce everyone during a fight or was he just in shock?

"Hey, you two. You got something for me?" The woman asked, slightly entertained by Peter's manner. At this he exchanged a look with Y/n, both sharing a short nod before passing over the stones to the woman.

"I don't know how you're gonna get it through all that." Peter's voice came tender and weak as he pointed his gaze toward the mess that was Thanos' forces. He was right, it seemed like it would be an impossible feat but if Y/n knew anything, it was that a woman's strength was nothing to be trifled with.

Especially someone with the same determined eyes Nat had.

"Don't worry." A woman with long red locks assured him, landing down beside the first woman.

"She's got help." A second woman added.

Another suit similar to Y/n's landed beside them, her helmet dissolving to reveal a woman she recognized as Pepper Potts. Soon a variety of different women emerged, standing together without an ounce of fear or intimidation from the force before them.

Y/n watched amazed as they set forward, a painful ping in her heart as she thought of Nat. Black Widow deserved to be there, fighting among the most powerful women Y/n had ever seen. But Nat had made the greatest sacrifice of all, displaying heroism like no one ever could. And for that Natasha was the strongest.

As she grabbed Peter once more, she wondered if she could be like that. Could she set aside her fear like so many around her had? Like she had tried so many times before?

Her friends believed she could.

With the stones safely transferred, Y/n took off with Peter wanting him as far away from the most intense part of the war as possible. Yet before they could get too far, an overwhelming surge of energy exploded behind them, sending them crashing back down to the ground.

Peter had fallen somewhere along the way, leaving Y/n alone once more as she tumbled to the dirt, landing a few feet away from the stones.

Before she could even process what had happened, Tony entered her hazy vision calling out to her frantically. "Get the stones!" He screamed, running past her. Her gaze followed him, her mind not yet understanding his plea. Yet when she caught sight of another being, her mind instantly cleared. It was a being she'd only heard about but one she knew to fear.

Thanos.

Y/n scrambled to her feet, grabbing the gauntlet urgently as she began to run, her balance still unsteady. But despite her head start, she'd only gotten a couple of feet before Tony flew past her, spamming into the earth with a groan.

She didn't dare stop but it didn't matter. A large hand gripped her leg, yanking it harshly from under her. Her body collapsed but her hold of the gauntlet stayed secure as Thanos dragged her toward him.

"No! Let me go, you freak!" She screamed, firing her repulsors at him but it was no use. He towered above her, his clenched fist inches from her face but before he could strike her, another hand grabbed her pulling her free.

"Go, Lady Y/n!" Thor spoke, stepping in front of her. She nodded quickly, clutching the gauntlet impossibly tighter as she spirited away.

She could hear the others struggling behind her to keep Thanos at bay and as much as she wanted to help them she knew it was vital that she got away with the stones. Yet try as she might her thrusters wouldn't budge.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, I kinda need my thrusters to work! Now!" She cried, the sound of Thanos' footsteps growing too close for comfort.

"The suit's power is draining too fast. Using thrusters risks the suit losing all power."

"Dammit, why'd Tony give me a prototype?!" Y/n cried, retracting her helmet in a pathetic attempt at making running easier.

Then she did something stupid. Something someone with the IQ of 280 would know better than to do.

She looked back.

And the sight she was met with was frightening.

Tony, Steve and Thor, all of which had tried to stop Thanos, were on the ground along with anyone else who got in-between him and Y/n. Even his own soldiers were being pummeled as he stormed through them, quickly advancing on Y/n.

Her race away instantly broke out into a terrified dash, running for the lives of everyone including herself.

But she wasn't fast enough.

His horrible hand wrapped around her once more, this time plucking her up from the ground as he began to pull the gauntlet from her arms. She fought his grip, kicking and squirming like a fish on a hook but when she didn't let go of the gauntlet, Thanos shifted his hold to her throat, squeezing her windpipe. With no other choice she choked a single command.

"Unibeam."

"Firing the unibeam will use what is left of your power. You'll be defenseless." F.R.I.D.A.Y objected. Y/n considered the A.I.'s warning. Doing this would leave her vulnerable and possibly even immobile. But she couldn't let him take the stones.

"Do it!" Y/n rasped.

Thanos recoiled as Y/n's chest lit up, firing an intense blast straight at him. His moment of weakness allowed her to escape his hold, gasping for the air she'd been denied. The stones had clambered down next to her and she quickly reached out to grab them but before she could, Thanos' foot slammed on her arm making her scream out in pain.

Agonizing pain shot through her arm but just as quickly as the pressure had been forced on her arm it was removed and Y/n quickly brought her arm back to her chest, rolling onto her back.

She could make out the woman from before battling Thanos a few feet away but her senses were dulled as numbness flooded her body. She wanted to writhe around the ground but she could hardly feel her arm anymore let alone the rest of her body.

Was this what it was like being a hero? Being forced to your very limit but knowing you had to get back up? How did one do it?

Her gaze drifted to those around her. Steve was running toward them, shouting something Y/n could hear. The familiar worry creased his brow and even a bit of rage had taken hold of his features but Y/n could make sense of what infuriated him so, only allowing her gaze to move to Tony.

He crawled a couple feet away, his eyes elsewhere as she watched him. His expression was that of dismay and sorrow. She wanted to call out to him, to say something that would fix this. But nothing could be said.

Like Steve had told her, there were two ways to make the world better and right now she needed to fight.

With a pained grunt she sat up, struggling to climb to her feet with her shattered arm. Tony mimicked her, glancing at her with unreadable eyes. They shared a look, one that expressed their worries but also told each other how grateful they were for each other.

Then they both launched forward, Y/n's suit moving with greater difficulty now that it was running off of her alone. Tony immediately latched onto the stones trying his best to keep Thanos from snapping his fingers while Y/n dug her hands under the gauntlet, pulling at it desperately.

It was a weak attack and when Thanos swatted them away, Y/n's heart nearly stopped.

He was going to do it. He was going to snap the world away and there was nothing they could do.

"I am– inevitable." Thanos spoke, lifting his hand menacingly as everyone watched in horror.

When the snap rang out Y/n flinched, closing her eyes as she readied herself for whatever nightmare awaited them. But nothing happened.

Her eyes peeled open, registering the same confusion she felt on Thanos's face. She almost exhaled, relieved that he didn't have the stones but upon following his stare, she was faced with an equally alarming sight.

Tony had risen to his knees, his own hand lifted in front of him as he stared down Thanos. The stones slowly crept up his forearm, merging with his suit like they had to the gauntlet. Once each was in place the energy became too much, coursing through him like a deadly poison.

"And I– am– Iron Man." Tony grunted, bracing himself for the worst. Y/n could barely get out a hysteric shout before he was lining up his fingers for what would be his last action.

Time seemed to stop and before he could do what she feared he would, Y/n gave a final attempt to stop the tragedy she knew would happen. Without a moment of hesitation she threw out her arm, ignoring the agony from her broken bones as the snap rang out.

Her fingers had just barely brushed his arm but it was enough to knock her back several feet, smashing her battered body into a large pile of debris.

Her ears rang and her brain felt like it was rattling inside her skull. Her vision was quickly fading but in what little time she had left before it faded, she was able to make out Steve falling to his knees beside her and tugging her into his arms.

Then it all went dark.

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Boy in the Basement Pt. II

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, just be prepared for a really dark series

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Once again, the car ride was silent. Your dad was on a mission and nothing was going to stop him. It seemed as though the situation back at the house on Bourne Avenue ignited something in him. It was almost as if he had discovered a new purpose in life, a look in his eyes that had been missing for a couple years now.

His hands gripped the steering wheel with a stupid amount of force, knuckles turning a pearly white. Why was he so invested in this kid? Of course seeing what happened, you felt a certain remorse for what had happened and you most definitely wanted him to be okay, but your dad. He was so determined to get to this kid. All he had said since you've been in the car was that you guys were heading to the hospital. But you knew why. You knew the reason for it all. Your dad wanted to help him.

“Ever since we lost James, A piece of me has been missing.” He said out of nowhere. Your head shot up from looking at your lap and your eyes went wide. It had been months since your dad had uttered your older brother’s name.

“When I walked on to that scene, I saw this boy. He was unconscious and unresponsive. I felt so helpless. It reminded me of the day we lost James and I-.” He started to choke up. James had died of alcohol poisoning when you were just entering year 8. Your parents were distraught and helpless. You brother was so young, so innocent.

“That boy in there made me want to do right by James. I didn’t know him but I felt responsible. He looked so helpless” You stayed stoic and stared out the window, trying not to be reminded by James and the pain his passing caused your family. If you broke down, your dad would break down too. He had to stay strong. For the boy in the basement.

He sighed and sniffled slightly, trying to find the motivation to pull it together. He was a man's man and never liked showing weakness. Now more than ever. A true officer at heart.

Silence again, then words,

“Right well, I will head in, and you will wait outside for your mother. She is going to pick you up at the front entrance.”

“Why can’t I go in with you?” You were angered. You had already seen so much, but of course your dad didn’t know that. He didn’t have to know.

“That hospital is no place for a young girl. Especially with this boy’s current state. I’m going to work with the medical team that’s helping him to find out who this kid is and where his family is.” He pointed to the oncoming hospital.

“It isn’t fair.” You muttered as he parked the car in the hospital car park.

“Say that again.” He said through gritted teeth as he aggressively shifted his body to look back at you.

“You will text your mum and wait for her. Grab your bloody daypack and do as I say.” You stared him down with a fuming look on your face.

“GO!” He yells. You slightly flinch but pretend it didn’t get to you.

You huffed and grabbed your daypack from beside you. You tried to make a statement the best way a teenager can, by slamming the car door with the most force you could muster up, storming over to one of the benches that sat beside the entrance. You made a point to ignore your dad as he went through the sliding doors of the entrance. You texted your mum and waited. About fifteen minutes had passed until your mum pulled up. She gave you a small sympathetic smile, knowing you probably had been through a lot in one day.

“Pack in the back love.” She tried to lighten the mood but your anger was too overpowering to give her the time of day.

“Why is dad like this?” You wasted no time expressing your frustration with your mum, who you considered your closest confidant, besides Abby of course.

‘Like what dear?” She played daft, not taking her eyes off of the road.

“Why does he shut down like that, never let people in?” She turned the wheel aggressively onto your street. She wasn’t the best driver.

“Your father is a complicated man. You know that things have happened to this family that has caused a great deal of pain.”

“Just fucking say it! James is dead! You know it, I know it and dad surely knows it! I hate that this family never leaves time to remember him. We all loved him so why can't we show it?” She stops and thinks for a moment. Contemplating what to say next.

“It’s just hard to think of him being gone.”

“People deal with grief in different ways darling.”

“I just wish we talked about him more.” You mutter. Your mother pouts, understanding your pain. She ruffles your hair slightly.

“I know. Also no cursing.”

The next couple days consisted of you ignoring your father. When you saw him, which was very little anyways, since he was on duty a lot of the time, ticketing people for loitering, you simply didn’t acknowledge him. It was the weekend, so you spent most of your time catching up on your homework and helping with chores around the house. It was nice when it was just you and your mom. The home was peaceful and it felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. There was no sulking around or angry grunts reverberating off of every wall in the house due to the slightest inconvenience.

It wasn't until Sunday night that everything changed. You had wondered where your dad had been. He would usually be home by 6 pm. It was 7:30. Dinner was ready to be served, but he wasn’t home yet. Your mother didn’t seem too fussed about it, which bothered you. She was super strict about being on time for meals and family time, but she was acting as though it was like any other day. She was hiding something, or a better explanation, they were hiding something.

7:45 came around and he still wasn’t home. You looked to your mother who stood above the pot full of tomato sauce, stirring with no care in the world, whistling even. You squint your eyes with skepticism.

“Have you tried ringing dad, mum?”

“Hm?” She was in her own little world.

“I said, have you tried ringing dad?” She placed the spoon on top of the pot and leaned slightly on the counter.

“I’m sure he will be home soon love, Don't get your knickers in a bunch.” What the hell is going on? You thought. You sat in the livingroom by the window, discreetly watching for your dad to pull up in the driveway, but you wanted to look like you didn't care because you were still technically mad at him.

After a couple of minutes, lights finally shined through the window. You peaked out to see your dad's car park. You didn't want to see him just yet so you ran upstairs. You of course had to make a petty entrance. Your mum called after you,

“Where are you going? We are about to have dinner”

“Just a sec, I have to grab something” You didn’t actually have to grab anything. You sat on your bed and waited for your dad’s voice to fill the kitchen downstairs. Instead muttered voices poured up into your room. Calm and also somewhat pleasant. What’s going on here? You jump up, put on your best pissy face and trudged to the top of the stairs.

But then you stopped. You could only see their sneakers but there was another person standing in the foyer with your parents. Mum never told you about a dinner guest. You slowly continue down and then once again you stop. This time in pure shock.

“Y/N, meet Chris”

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