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falcqns · 4 years ago

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Selfish

Pairing: Post Endgame!Bucky Barnes x Barton!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are sent on a mission to the 1950′s, and you come face to face with Steve Rogers for the first time.

Warnings: mention of Thanos, swearing, Steve being protecting, Y/N being more protective, The Winter Soldier makes an appearance, insinuation to smut.

A/N: We love stories based off shifting experiences lol. also it was hella exhilarating to scream and swear in America’s Ass’s face LOL. Also If there are any chronological errors with the whole Hank Pym thing, just ignore it I haven’t seen Ant Man yet

You were hiding behind an overturned desk, your gun in one hand, both batons in another. You, Bucky, and Sam had been sitting on the couch enjoying your Saturday, when it was raided by rogue S.H.I.E.L.D operatives from 1951, hell bent on preventing the avengers from forming. But, they didn't have time-space GPS’s like you guys did, so they were thrust into 2024, a year after the events of the final Thanos fight. They had held the three of you at gun point, until you threw a lamp at them, and Bucky reflected their bullets with his vibranium arm while you and Sam ran, you to your gun and batons, and Sam to get his wing suit on. A fight ensued, and everyone had eventually spread across the compound, to where you took refuge behind the overturned desk of Tony Stark. No one had touched his desk since he passed, but that changed today.

You felt someone approach from behind, and you flicked your wrist holding your batons to turn on the taser function, and went to knock out the person behind you, when you were met with Bucky, an amused look on his handsome face. He had two time-space GPS’s in his hand, and well as the bracelets that contained the suit.

“Don’t electrocute me yet, doll,” He said, and you rolled your eyes. “We can fix this. We go back in time, we prevent them from taking the Pym Particles. It’s risky, but I see it as our only option right now. They’re not going down. We need to do something.” He whispered.

“What about Sam?” You whispered, and Bucky looked over his shoulder.

“I knocked a few of them out and told him to get the hell out and I had an idea. He escaped while I covered him. They won't notice anything happening because it might be minutes or hours for us, but it's seconds for them. Trust me?” He asked, and you nodded before taking the suit bracelet and the GPS he offered you, and slipping them on. You put your batons in the holster on your lower back, and your gun in its holster on your thigh. You double tapped the suit bracelet, and took a deep breath as the nanotech quickly covered your body, and head. Bucky programmed his GPS, and you programmed yours to go back to February 23, 1951.

You looked at Bucky and nodded, before you felt the helmet covering your face, and a pull behind your navel, seconds before you entered the quantum realm. You watched as the colours of the quantum realm sped by you as you traveled, and you glanced to your side, sighing as you saw Bucky right there with you. You were nervous, but as long as he was there, you'd be fine.

You felt a stronger pull behind your navel, and you were thrust into 1951. Luckily, the two of you landed in a supply closet, where there were janitors uniforms. You two didn't say anything while you pulled the uniforms on, and slipped out of the closet.

You two kept your heads down, determined to not get recognized while you figured out the plan.

“So, this specific building changed considerably since before I fell off the train, but the labs are this way, just passed the offices in this coming hallway, which is where I’m guessing they put Pym’s lab and office,” He said, and you nodded.

You two turned the corner to the office hallway, and you heard Bucky swear. You looked up at him in confusion before following his eye line and biting back a swear word.

Peggy was standing outside her office, talking to a rather tall, broad shouldered, blonde haired man. Before you could process who it was, Peggy noticed Bucky, and her eyes widened. She exclaimed, and the blonde haired man turned around, to reveal himself as Steve Rogers.

“B-Buck?” He said in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re alive?” Peggy said right after.

Bucky sighed, but the two of you walked up to the couple. You shifted so you were standing slightly behind Bucky. You had quite a few words for Steven Grant Rogers, none of them good things.

“We’re here on a mission. We’re trying to stop 5 rogue agents from coming to 2024, and killing me, Sam, and my girlfriend Y/N.” he said, and you stepped put from behind him, giving Steve a tight lipped smile.

Steve looked over at you, and looked you in the face intently. “How did you meet Bucky?” he asked seriously.

“I met him when my dad introduced me to the remaining Avengers when we went to see Wanda after-” You were going to say ‘the Westview incident’ but didn't want to risk screwing up the timeline so you changed it slightly. “An unfortunate incident.”

He crossed his arms. “Who’s your dad?” He said, his chin tipping up slightly.

“Clint,” You said simply, and he eyed you again, as if he didn't quite believe you, but chose to let it go, wisely. You rolled your eyes, and heard Peggy giggle, to which you gave her a smile.

Steve turned to Bucky and dropped his arms. “Who are these agents?”

“George Peterson, Charles Collins, William White, Robert Gomez, and Paul Cox.” You said, and Bucky looked at you in confusion.

You rolled your eyes and looked at your boyfriend. “Their names were on their uniforms. Where were you looking when they had their guns pointed at our heads?” You said. “AT THE GUNS!” Bucky exclaimed and you rolled your eyes again.

He turned back to Steve. “We need to get to Hank Pym’s lab.” He said, and Steve sighed. “What?”

“Pym’s lab hasn't been moved to this building yet, it’s still in downtown New York. Do you guys have a car?” He asked, and you scoffed.

“Oh yeah, we had time to shove on of those in our pockets while being attacked by psycho’s.” You said, sarcastically.

Bucky looked at you. “Y/N.”

You glanced up at him.

“Sorry. No we did not Capsicle-OW!” You exclaimed when Bucky elbowed you in the side.

Steve sighed, and turned to Peggy. “I might be home late. Gotta help him,” he said, and Peggy gave him an understanding smile.

“It’s okay. Go help,” She said, and after they shared a kiss, Steve was leading you and Bucky out of the building.

“How’ve you been Buck?” He asked. Bucky sighed.

“Oh, y’know. Compound got rebuilt, met the love of my life, been on a few missions with her and Sam. The usual,” To which Steve chuckled.

You three reached Steve’s car a few moments later, and you climbed in the back, while Bucky sat in the passengers seat. You weren't as tall as him, and you were afraid you'd cause an accident if you put next to the literal ass of America.

“Wait,” Steve said, pulling out of the parking lot. “How’d you get on the team,” He said to you. You rolled your eyes but answered.

“I’m the daughter of two super soldiers, Hawkeye and Mockingbird. My mom has multiple serums, which were passed to me, and I got both their strengths, but I prefer to use batons rather than stupid ass arrows that can only be used once,” You said, crossing your arms over your chest, and slumping against the leather seats of his car. Steve nodded, and gave Bucky a look, which Bucky knew meant ‘she doesn't like me does she?’, to which Bucky gave him a look that said ‘this is her being nice to people she despises.’ Steve nodded, and focused on the road.

As the car drove into the city, you looked at how different the buildings looked. It looked exactly like the pictures you had seen, but you were in awe. There were a few skyscrapers, but they certainly didn't look the ones you were used to seeing whenever you went to New York. Bucky and Steve were talking in the front, and you blocked out the conversation to gaze at New York in a time when your father wasn't even born.

You felt the car come to a stop moments later, and you looked up to see you were outside a bland looking building that said “Pym Technologies”. You stepped out of the car, and Bucky immediately took your hand in his. The two of you followed Steve into the building, and made it about a third of the way down one hallway before Bucky pushed you into a room, and pulling Steve with him.

“What the f-” you started to say before Bucky covered your mouth with his vibranium hand.

“That was them. The guys.” Bucky said, and Steve went to the door to see the guys Bucky was referring to walk down the hallway and turn right, in the direction of the offices.

“Okay,” Steve said, turning around to face you two. “Do you have your weapons?” he asked. You unzipped the janitor suit and pointed to the gun and baton holsters on your leggings. Steve nodded, and looked to Bucky who was taking off his janitors uniform and pulled out his gun as well.

“Okay, good.” Steve said. “Now, I left the shield at home because I barely use it, and the kids prefer to use it as a sled in the winter.”

At the mention of his kids, you rolled you eyes again, and Steve had had it with that.

“You keep that up and your eyes will stick,” He said, and you stuck your tongue out at him. He furrowed his eyebrows at you and spoke again. “What is your problem?” He asked, looking over at Bucky for help, who just raised his hands in defeat. He had tried many times to figure out why you had such a problem with Steve but eventually let it go and knew you would tell him when you were ready.

But, you finally decided you were ready. “My problem? What about your problem?”

Steve scoffed. “I don't think I have a problem.”

You laughed. “Oh, you don't have a problem? Do you feel any guilt, AT ALL, for leaving Bucky behind? Did you stop for one second to think about how this might effect him? He risked everything, multiple times for your stupid ass, and when the world was finally safe, at least for a while, you ditched him for a girl you kissed once? I get it, you ‘loved’ her, but she had her own life, her own husband, and everything. You left Bucky with Sam. THEY BARELY GET ALONG! I’m not saying you should have taken him with you, because then I wouldn't have met him. I’m saying that you should have stayed. You could've gotten with Sharon, gotten married and had a few kids with her. Instead, you chose to say ‘fuck it’ and abandon Bucky when he needed you most. And believe me, I know Sharon isn't Peggy, but you liked her as well. It’s called a compromise. Also, don't you think it's pretty shitty that Bucky DIED FOR YOU, came back to life, walked through a goddamned portal, fought aliens with a gun, all without a break, and you didn't have the fucking decency to talk to him, at least once before the fight was over? For the greatest soldier in history, you sure are pretty fucking selfish.” You stated, and walked out the door with your batons in hand without a second look.

“Wow.” Bucky said, looking at Steve. Steve just shook his head and motioned for Bucky to follow you.

“Follow her and help. I gotta find something to fight with,” He said, looking around him. Bucky nodded, and walked out. He raced to catch up with you, and saw the men huddled together in a conference room, probably planning what to do next. He pulled you to the side before you reached the room to talk to you.

He pulled out into a little alcove in between the offices, and pressed his forehead against yours. “Baby,” He breathed out, and looked up at you when you sniffed. “What’s wrong?”

“I couldn't let him sit there and think that what he did was okay. It wasn't. he left you when you needed him most. After he came out of the ice and found out you were still alive, his main goal was to find you, and save you. But when he finally gets the ‘big defeat’ he wanted with Red Skull but didn't, he immediately abandons you for Peggy? Nothing against her, she seems nice I just hate his guts for putting you through all of that and I know you’re gonna say that I shouldn’-,” Bucky cut off your rambling with a kiss. He pulled away and smiled at you.

“He needed to hear it. Now, let’s finish our mission so we can get back to 2024, and finish The Sound of Music because I really wanna know how the Von Trapps escape Austria.” he said, making you smile, your grip on your batons tightening. The door to the conference room opened just as Steve was coming around the corner, a shield slightly smaller than his own in his hand. He pressed back against the same wall you and Bucky were pressed against.

“Looks like they're trying to recreate everything about me,” Steve said, and Bucky chuckled. He glanced down the hallway, and saw it deserted. The 5 men continued down the opposite direction, towards the labs.

“Y/N, corner them. Steve, go around to the opposite hallway and block off the exit there. I’ll do the same with the opposite exit. After that, we should be good, and we can fight them, and hopefully stop them.” Bucky said, and Steve nodded.

“How do you know so much about this building?” You asked, and Bucky blushed.

“The Soldier has more than one mission that involved breaking into Pym Industries,” he said. “Now let’s do this.”

“Didn't think you were one for leading,” Steve said, tightening the shield just before he walked off.

“Yeah well, sometimes you have to step put when it comes to Sam Wilson.” You said, walking off. You pressed your back to the wall before turning the corner, giving Steve and Bucky time to get into position.

Through the reflection on the mirrored ceiling, you saw the men come face to face with Steve, and turn around and head the other way. They passed by you without a glance, only to be faced with Bucky, who had ripped the sleeve off his metal arm. You heard them swear.

“Fuck. He’s The Winter Soldier.” one of them said, and when you glanced up at the ceiling again, you saw Steve charging at them, Bucky following seconds later.

The men realized what was happening, and turned around to escape down the hallway where you were, and you flicked your wrists to turn on the taser function on your batons, and hitting an agent in the head.

He fell to the ground and you kicked him in the face for good measure. You looked up and saw Bucky in a chokehold by an agent with his back to you. You stood up and ran towards him. You planted the batons on either side of the agents neck and watched as his whole body convulsed, releasing Bucky. He turned around and swore. He pulled you off to the side and let Steve keep fighting.

“W-What are you doing?” You asked.

“Theres more rogue agents coming. I need you to bring out The Winter Soldier.” He stated. Your eyes widened.

“Shuri got rid of him.”

Bucky shook his head. “Remember when you went on vacation with your dad, stepmom and the kids and I visited T’Challa?” You nodded. “Well, it wasn't to see the Wakandan kids like I said. I went to Shuri and I asked her to put a version of him back inside. I can take down and kill people, but YOU are the only one who can control me. I won’t hurt you, or Steve, I’ll know who you are, but you need to say my trigger words. I know you know what they are. I fight, you and Steve get to the lab, take the Pym Particles and run,” He said, glancing back at Steve, who was holding his own fairly well against multiple agents.

You nodded. “Fine. But I don't like that you lied to me, and we will be talking about this when we get back.” You stated, and Bucky nodded.

You cleared your throat, and started speaking. “Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight Car,” You said in Russian.

Bucky became very stiff, his eyes shutting. His whole body spasmed, and his eyes opened, brown eyes replacing his steel blue.

“Ready to comply,” He answered, and you gave him his orders.

“Take down anyone who gets in our teams way,” You said, and the Soldier nodded before rejoining Steve to fight, with him, instead of against him.

You ran back to Steve and him and watched as the Soldier took down agent after agent with no difficulty. Steve’s mouth dropped open as he stood and watched. “What did you say to him?” He asked, and you smiled.

“I brought out the Soldier. Now, let’s finish this,” You said, allowing Steve to lead the way.

You two ran down the hall and turned to corner. “I thought Shuri got rid of him,” He said as the two of you continued running.

You glanced behind you before answering. “She took one Soldier out and put a different one in,” You said, and the two of you skidded to a stop when you came face to face with the Pym Particles storage room.

“I know Hank only keeps a certain amount here, but no one but me and him know that at this point in time. Let’s go in, grab them, and destroy them. I’ll take the blame for it but I couldn't give less of a shit,” Steve said, and the two of you burst in the room.

There were only 10 vials of Pym Particles, each of you grabbing 5. You ran out of the room, and back the way you came. You made it to the hallway where the Soldier was still fighting.

“SOLDAT!” You shouted. He stopped and turned to look at you. “Let’s go!”

He nodded and ran towards you. Steve burst through the door, and the three of you ran towards Steve’s car. The three of you hopped in, Bucky and you in the back, Steve in the drivers seat and speeding away.

“D-do you know how to get Bucky back?” You asked Steve. He looked at you.

“Remind him who he is. That’s the only thing that worked for me, but this Winter Soldier programming is different.”

“Wouldn't hurt to try,” You said, and took Bucky’s hand in your own. “Bucky, look at me,” The Soldier turned to you. “You’re James Buchanan Barnes. You were born March 10, 1917. Your best friend is Steve Rogers. Y/N Y/L/N is your girlfriend. Your favourite food is plums. You absolutely despise Sam Wilson,” You said, and watched as he came back to himself slowly. Steve cackled at the last part, before pulling into an abandoned parking lot.

“We gotta destroy these particles,” You said, looking down at them resting in your lap.

“That’s what we’re doing. Take these,” He said, handing you the rest of the particles. “And put them on the ground in front of my car. We’re gonna run them over.” You nodded, took the vials out of his hand and hopping out of the car. You placed them on the ground and got back in.

Bucky groaned, just as Steve accelerated, and ran the vials over, a satisfying crunching noise coming from under the tires. You turned and gave him a smile. He groaned again, and buried his head in your neck. Steve chuckled and turned the car around to head back.

He glanced at the time on his watch. “Theres no point in going back to Lehigh, Peggy’s at home now. Where do you guys want to go to head back?” He asked, and Bucky pointed towards a small clump of trees in a park. Steve nodded, and pulled over.

You walked up to Steve while Bucky got his tired body out of the car. “Thank you for helping us. I’m sorry for what I said.” You admitted, and Steve smiled.

“Don’t be. I needed to hear it. I was incredibly selfish, and I should have stayed with him. But, thank you for helping him.” He said, and you nodded. He gave you a hug, and you walked towards the trees to allow Bucky and Steve to say goodbye. They talked a little, shared a laugh, and hugged. Steve walked over to where you were standing.

“Come back whenever you guys want to. I’d visit you, but that’s not my time anymore. Plus I don't have a suit or a GPS. I’d probably end up in the Sokovia fight again if I tried.” He said, and you and Bucky laughed.

“We will. I know the fairs coming up soon, so maybe we’ll come back then?” Bucky asked and Steve nodded. They shared a smile again, and Steve watched as the two of you tapped your bracelets, the nanotech covered you and programmed your GPS’s. You waved at Steve, and he waved back. Bucky nodded at him, which Steve returned at the two of you locked eyes as you felt that familiar pull behind your navel, and your were thrust into the quantum realm again.

You returned to 2024 seconds later, and glanced around at the untouched compound, and Tony’s desk, which was completely fine. Bucky looked around in confusion.

“What happened? Wasn’t it only a few seconds here? Why is everything fixed?” Bucky asked and you smiled.

“The chronological timeline where we were attacked was erased by us when we destroyed the particles, so the attack never happened.”

Bucky nodded, before scooping you up and carrying you into the living room. “Good. Now, let’s finish the movie, and maybe have a quickie before Sam gets back.” Bucky said, sitting on the couch, and lifting your shirt over your head.

You laughed, but agreed. “Sounds like a plan.”

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: cuties!! hehe we’re finally getting...a couple things in this chapter that i’ve been wanting to share sooo bad! i added question marks to some of the tags to make it more of a surprise! i love hearing what ya thought of it! hehe <3

Five

Pairing: self insert, (?) x female reader x bang chan

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut and angst

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, royal!minho, informantandclubowner!changbin (loll thats so long), (?)!felix, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, mentions of alcoholic drinks and getting drunk, hehe bit of smut/suggestive content (tags omitted for surprise--nothing crazy to tag tho hehe), maknae line are my sons in this fic, binnie in this fic can fkn take me lol

CWs: sizable shoot out in public club with several people involved, presumed that people die because of this event, lots blood and other wounds such as gunshot wounds, mentions of drugs (both recreational and hard drugs) mentions of weapons such as knives and guns--the whole scene is violent

Word count: 8.5k

Parts

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

“Five years later and I’m still tying your ties, F. Some things never change.”

Jeongin cracks a smile, simple and cute, much like the man himself even when he has a handgun glued to his hand.

“It’s still a harder task than some of the stuff that they have us doing. Not gonna lie.”

You smooth down your partner’s lapels where he’s pinned a small pin of the ticking clock. While others would wear crests, the insignia that bonds you to the younger man is this this small instrument. He’s quiet while he watches you fiddle with his silk blue tie that compliments his snow white hair perfectly.

“Are you nervous for tonight?”

Your partner upkeeps his stoic façade the best he can, but tonight there’s something different about him. His silent answer speaks louder than he could ever admit. On the queen sized bed, Seungmin kicks his perfectly shined shoes while flipping through the channels of the TV with a staticky sounding click. Jeongin lightly brushes his hand over the diamond dangling earrings that twinkle as they are supposed to from your ears--likely they’re crystals, not the more expensive jewel.

“I’m not nervous,” He finally sighs, but there’s a bit of a crack to his voice. “I trust you. And Two. I’m trying to focus on that.”

“It’ll be fine.” You assure, “White Rabbit must have his own security that would be at his beck and call. If anyone shoots at us, they’re shooting at him. We’re not alone.”

The young agent nods, then gives a little slap to the college student on the bed. “Get up. We’re leaving. Remember what I showed you?”

Jeongin draws from the bedside a small handgun. It’s more decorative than protective, but still fires bullets that could save his life.

“Keep it in your breast pocket. Make sure that no one sees it. We don’t wanna cause a scene.”

Seungmin’s eyes widen as he feels its weight in his hand. “Got it. I hope I don’t have to use it.”

“Me too,” You give the youngster a soothing smile. “And remember, don’t tell anyone your name. When you’re in there, your name is S. Better yet, it’s best not to interact with anyone.”

He nods, then slides it into the thin fabric of his coat. The young man looks considerably more dapper with The Agency’s clothes: a deep purple velvet two piece with silver cufflinks decorated with white roses--another symbol that you’ve grown familiar with.

The prince saunters up to the bedroom with a slick tap at the opened door. He oozes with regality; not like you expected any less. The royal has dressed himself magnificently without the aid of his help once more: a pure black silk suit with a smart pressed white button up that’s spotless with not one crinkle. The while shirt itself is adorned with two thin silver chains which stretch across his lower torso. At the neck where the shirt meets its last button, there’s a floral brooch: one more more white rose for good measure.

“Wow!!” Seungmin respectfully bows. “Your Highness, you look--”

“--I didn’t fuck up the hair, did I?”

Chan grins as he brings his fingers through his newly colored hair; its much lighter than his dark locks had been before: now a shade of tawny brown. The change to his appearance had come at the request of the palace who suggested that he try to conceal his identity even further as to not arouse suspicion.

“Handsome as ever, your Highness.” You sneer out the compliment.

Since the previous night had turned sour, seeing eye to eye with the prince had become harder to do. It was a wild confliction of feelings when you thought more and more of it. With every glance that he would throw in your direction, along with way that he had stared at you all through breakfast, you couldn’t meet him. You felt as if you had borne a wound for him to see, for him to poke at--the secret kind that was best kept to yourself--and he had dug his finger in; he had laughed.

The prince tilted his head, and you met his eyes for the first time since then. There was a softness about him when you knew that he was inspecting you. You knew you must’ve been overthinking it--and that was what made it so dangerous.

“Looking stunning as always, Bee. I knew that you would wear that dress well.”

You let the words, “Thank you,” leave your tongue before toying with the small handbag provided to you. As always, your thigh holster held steady under your dress.

Four clicks at the suite door sounded, startling nearly everyone in the room, revealing everyone’s nerves which they had denied.

“That’ll be Lee Minho.” Chan announced.

Two answered the door in his own costuming. The two men bowed upon meeting, a usual meeting between strangers. The agent lead him to the room, and the royal buttoned his own suit properly.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Lee--”

“--Minho.” Jeongin dryly cut, “We know who you are.”

Luckily, you and your partner shared the same apprehension.

“I’m Fox. You’ve met Bee. The young kid is S, he’s a new agent. The quiet one that let you in is Two.”

Minho bowed politely with a slight blush. “You weren’t kidding when you said that you were well protected, Your Highness.”

Chan chuckled in response then clapped the other royal by the back.

“You look amazing,” Minho said to the prince who shooed him away with a humble hand.

“You as well.”

Chan sized up the royal who indeed looked like one. His suit was a simplier charcoal grey with pinstripes with a white undershirt that ruffled at the collar. Not typical of the royals that you knew, he also wore dangling silver earrings that would have never passed the royal standard for professionalism. However, it made sense considering that he had been of a lower rank.

“Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, shall we head out?” Chan put a very obvious hand to the lower back of Lee Minho while checking with the rest of the group. “It’s best not to keep him waiting?”

Your partner nodded and ushered the group out while giving his body one more pat down to ensure that all concealed weapons were in place. Two checked the assortment of knives tucked discreetly into his own jacket. The man had some kind of wicked and unidentifiable grin while he felt the metal against his fingers. You exited at the rear, feeling a hand tug at your arm.

“--Bee, I’m sorry about what happened...I’m...I hope that you can understand my motivations as to why I said what I did, it didn’t seem like the right time--”

“--There will never be a right time.” You tore your arm free. “Your Highness, what happened...that was a mistake on my part. I acted out of line. There will never be a right time because...I’m your guard, and you’re my prince. Do you understand?”

“But Bee--”

“--End of discussion,” The words burned in your throat seeing the way that he had looked at you just then, and it was clear that he definitely didn’t understand.

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You had heard that the White Rabbit had been a prideful man--this was now an indisputable fact once you pulled up to the roaring nightclub set into one of the busiest streets on the avenue in Cairo. Everything about the place was showy and bright and outrageous. It was a miracle that the man hadn’t been caught considering that his home base was as obvious as it was. The entire front of the night club shone with the brilliance of a million stars in a hundred different colors. A giant marquee held the signage with the title of the place, “The Tea Party” coupled with the image of the white rabbit himself--the one from the old movie--a stout little thing with his pocket watch swinging from his paw. His neck was wrapped up in a white ruff, and he wore a frock pattered in red hearts.

A line stretched from the front entrance for as far as you could see, and clubbers swung their bodies in tune to the muffled sound of the EDM music thumping from inside and throwing cigarette butts to the sidewalk.

“Do we just walk in?” Seungmin hurriedly asked with nervous hands wrapped around his body.

“We’re expected, so, yes.” You snaked your arm through Jeongin’s to look even less conspicuous. “Just relax,” You commanded the group lowly.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the prince slug his arm around Lee Minho who appeared to shrink under the other man’s broad shoulders.

Two large bouncers stood at the entrance with muscles swelling under their shirts stained pink in areas which you assumed to have been white at some point.

“Names?” One of them grunted rather than spoke.

From his pocket, your partner took out his very own pocket watch that had been hidden with the rest of your supplies upon arrival to Cairo. On the opposite side of the watch was engraved the two symbols intertwined: the white rabbit and the the white rose. The two men inspected it, nodded, and opened the door for your small entourage. As soon as you entered the booming central room, you could see Seungmin’s shoulders drop as he relaxed.

“There should be someone meeting us!” Jeongin yelled over the sound of the white noise leading to the bass drop. Hundreds of clubbers danced with the music, throwing their glasses to the air and howling like animals. You wouldn’t have been surprised if at least half of them had been strung out on the very drugs that the man himself had helped peddle.

The young agent pulled you closer to him as stumbling bodies passed.

“They could be here. We have to be on our guard.”

“Let me watch the prince.”

Jeongin nodded, letting you recede to the back of the group where Two had tailed. His eye wound hadn’t healed nearly enough, so he opted to wear the sunglasses once more. It was likely that word had spread about the four of you escaped twice--his eye was evidence. From behind the group, you watched the way the the prince’s hand fell down hold Lee Minho by the hip, and the way that his fingers dug in there slightly. As much as you had denied it, seeing them close brought back the very covetous thoughts you tried to keep at bay.

A slender woman with gorgeous tanned skin pushed her way through the crowd and set her eyes on the white head of your partner. Her dress was even thinner than yours, but she wore it as if it was her second skin. The luxurious red color contrasted perfectly with her dark hair and eyes.

“Are you Fox?” She asked with a thick accent, and cascaded her hand down the young man’s arm.

“Y-yes. I am.”

“Bun asked me to bring you to him. I know the way.”

She let her hand fall into Jeongin’s who whipped his head back to you with dry lips that he wetted immediately. You had expected to have been retrieved by someone a bit stockier than this woman.

“He’s trying to get our guard down.” Two said suddenly as he reached into his pocket to thumb over his stockpile of metal there. “Don’t you think?”

The woman took your group near to the corner of the room where bodies didn’t linger for long, but were drawn in the mosh pit in the center. Tables lined these edges which were fashioned into booths with red velvet curtains for privacy to do much more sinister things. The room smelled heavily of pure alcohol spilled by drunk hands and of synthetic fabrics made of cheap plastics. A dozen different fragrances mingled into one dizzying mess: each a scent so different and chemical that it was toxic.

She walked with a swing to her hips, all the way to a booth that was a bit larger than the others--you could only assume that this must’ve been his booth. The woman gestured for you all to enter before drawing the curtain. At the center of the table, the rabbit’s symbol had been burned into the wood. She wore some kind of thin diamond bracelet which she hovered over the image, causing a winding staircase to pop from the carpeted floor down to a hidden chamber.

“Take the stairs, and it you’ll see it once you get down there.”

Your partner have her a curt nod in thanks, then lead the group further down. A soft green and red glow emanated from the space below, also humming with a concealed type of music different from that which was played in the club. From here, it nearly sounded like jazz.

The corridor under the club was bleak and grey with cement, but wooden crates lined it with stamps on the sides in numerous different languages. Your brain could only fathom where the contents had been before they ended up in this basement. It must have been millions of dollars just sitting undisturbed with enough firepower to blow up the whole building and more.

“Guns. Military grade and a little more improper,” Minho sighed out. “He must have every model in existence here.”

“Do you think that he has like...missiles?” Seungmin reached for his small handgun.

“Ease up S.” You tried to contain your own creeping fear, “Those would be too big to keep down here.”

“Who says that this is his whole stockpile?” Two deadpanned as he cleaned his glasses.

At the end of the hall, one more bulky guard stood expressionless with a small sized machine gun ready in his hands. He opened the door without saying much else, letting loose the red and green lights you had seen before, and with it, the putrid smell of expensive drink and marijuana.

The smaller room was only lit by strobes with multicolored gels, and it was dense with the smoke of many number of drugs and vices. There was a small bar with a bartender with bagged eyes and a swath of women in cocktail dresses and men with ties tugged nearly all the way off their necks with lipstick marks pressed into them.

A single disco ball spun above their heads, spreading shiny squares all across the room. Even more guards waited in the same uniform, but these ones looked more expensive--likely his own personal detail wearing gaudy chains and wrist watches inlaid with diamonds and crested in real gold.

“My friends! You were able to make it!”

The man of the hour spread his legs wide on his leather couch set upon a lion’s coat rug, complete with a head and marble eyes and all. At his sides were two more women more unique than the rest: both of them was breathtakingly gorgeous, one of them jeweled like a queen with a thick gold choker that resembled that which old Egyptian royalty would. Her head was smoothed with no hair at all, but instead intricate and beautiful tattoos decorated her like some kind of otherworldly being. The other woman had a cat-like face with two differently colored eyes; one hazel green and the other icy blue contrasting with her fiery orange hair.

“Carroll told me that you had a bit of trouble before you got here. I’m glad to see that you were able to get here in one piece. It only seems like things are getting more and more...risky these days. Even for people like us.”

“We’re not “people like you,” Rabbit.” You pushed to the font of the group.

The club owner himself was dressed in a purely white fur coat which you presumed to be made of real fur. Considering the material, it must’ve been made from the fur of snow foxes--an interesting choice considering your partner’s persona. The smaller man with a thick and muscled form took off his yellow tinted sunglasses to tuck them into his wildly printed shirt that had tiny buttons doing the work of keeping his chest covered.

“Babydoll! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’ve heard all about you. Your reputation precedes you.” He took a rather greedy bite to his lip whilst looking you up and down. The white dress must have been doing it’s job well.

“Babydoll?” Chan asked with furrowed brows. “What is--who is--?”

“As does your reputation, Rabbit. I wouldn’t have expected less.”

The proud man snorted, “I hope this doesn’t mean that you’ve got any...preconceived notions about my lifestyle. Our dear friend Carroll doesn’t seem to.”

“Of course not.”

“And you...you must be the Prince of Bulgeun! His Royal Highness Prince Chan of the Crown!” The White Rabbit spread out his arms wide in welcome. “I don’t often get royalty in my club--lots of celebrities and the like.” He leaned over to one of his guards, speaking in Egyptian Arabic and asking for drinks for the group.

“Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Chan bowed deep.

“So respectful!” The White Rabbit chuckled, “You can all call me Bun. We’re all friends here. And you...who might you be?” Bun pointed a finger at Minho who stepped forward.

“Baron Lee Minho, of Bulgeun as well.”

“Ah! And a Baron too! How did I get so lucky to have such honorable company?” Cat-face ticked her long nails against the club owner’s hand slung around her.

“You know what we’re here for, Rabbit. There’s no need for theatrics.” Jeongin huffed his words out with a confident breath.

“You’re the one that they call Fox? Rumor has it that you and Carroll have a rather...special...connection?”

The bartender arrived with drinks, each of them looking expensive with flecks of gold leaf floating on the surface of the clear liquid. Seungmin shot an apprehensive glare once the glasses were left on a small side table. As had been discussed previously, none of your group had picked up a glass.

The woman with beautiful tattoos stretched a hand down one of the White Rabbit’s thighs, reaching dangerously high between them; just enough to make you flinch from the forward action.

“Baby, I see that you’re playing a dangerous game towing this Price around, so of course I’m willing to help a friend of my friend. You’re lucky that I’ve got just the intel that you need. Some people just don’t know how to shut their mouths, especially when the get a taste of what I’m selling.”

“Oh? And what have you been hearing?”

You eyed a leather chair across from him seeing an opportunity.

“Your Highness.” You motioned for Chan to sit in the chair next to yours, swinging your legs crossed to peek from the thin white silk in full view for the Rabbit to see. After, you dipped your chin into your palm, just for the purpose of letting the front of your dress fall slightly. The prince remained quiet while taking his seat and spreading his legs out strongly.

“If it’s compensation that you need Rabbit, the Crown is also willing to make offers for added...persuasion.”

Chan crossed his fingers in his lap leaning forward. His words were slick and domineering--kingly even.

“Is that so?” The White Rabbit tugged at his lip with his teeth, “I wasn’t aware.”

“Double what The Agency is offering. If I like what you say.”

The club owner scoffed with a grin, “Oh, you’ll like what I say.” Cat-face lifted his drink to his lips, then wiped off the excess off with her finger. Both of the body guards appeared to tense before he spoke and tried to be inconspicuous while they reached for their decorated pieces resting in their waistbands.

“Hell, I’ll even tell you what they call themselves.”

In your impatience, you leaned forward, “Who are they?”

“They’re called The Spades. Some kind of new crime syndicate that’s been fucking up my business and making bargains with my customers. Of course, as you know...I work in a very lucrative business.”

“Naturally.”

“They’ve been stockpiling shit like crazy: all kinds of weapons, any kind that you can think of outside of fucking nukes. They’ve even tapped into drugs as well to make extra on the side. I don’t know what it is that they’re doing that makes them so appealing, but suddenly I’m missing out on millions because of those fuckers. They’ve got someone masterminding it all too--some crazed bastard. I’ve been trying to find him ever since they popped up.” He resumed his grasp on both of his women who cuddled into him.

“Mastermind? The one who’s running the whole operation? You know him?” Both you and your partner locked eyes quick enough for the other man to not take notice.

“No, one of his cronies. He runs the business. He’s illusive and fucking insane. Someone whispered once that he’s psychotic or something like that. You think that I’m bad...”

“Who?? Who is he? Where can we find him?”

“Slow your role there doll, I’m just getting to the good part.” The Rabbit nodded for another sip of his drink. “He’s got several names depending on who you’re talking to. Fucking funnily enough, I’ve heard that he goes by “Hatter,” or more commonly “Joker.” He deals in anything: arms, drugs, sex...and he works for The King.”

“The King?” Chan butted in with the mention of a royal name.

“Not your silly little king, prince. The King. The one who runs it all. He tells The Spades what to do. They’re everywhere, taking over every sector in every nation. They’re trying to dismantle it all--every political system, monarchy, presidency...everything. It looks like they’re starting with you, prince. The Spades preach about chaos. Every man for himself...but it’s a lie. Why the hell else would they be stockpiling? They’re trying to take it all over.”

Seungmin gulped audibly as he sunk to the back of the group.

“When there’s no more control the ones with the most resources always end up on top.” The young student whispered.

“This King, do you know who he is?” Jeongin spoke over Seungmin to detract attention from him.

“Nope.” The White Rabbit swung his legs up on the small coffee table with alligator leather shoes. “I’ve been a little focused on taking down the Joker at the moment, for your information.”

“What’s your intel on him then? He must know how to get to The King.” Minho pushed to the front of the group right to Chan’s side. “We’re not satisfied with your information yet.”

The Baron’s sudden demand surprised you: he had been timid before--so you had thought.

The club owner looked to Chan, keeper of his “persuasion” who nodded to prompt him for more.

“He’s on some island off Greece. Private. Tight security, the kind that could shoot you out of the sky.”

“Impressive.” You tutted, feigning confidence once more. “What more do you know?”

The woman with the bangled necklace whispered something in his ear once peeking at a small old-model cellphone in her hand, brushing her lips over his earlobe. Over the sound system, the jazz music turned sultry, and both women moved to join the other intoxicated clubbers in the back to sway around brass poles.

“There’s the freckled bastard. He’s the grunt--and the one that’s been chasing you I think. Real nuisance isn’t he? He’s the Knave. Had a few run ins with him myself.”

You thought back to the gas station and the black SUVs. Between all the shards of glass, it had been hard to make anyone out, but you had figured that he had must’ve been one of the men throwing their bodies out of the windows to shoot.

The Rabbit chuckled out with some kind of hand signal to his guards. “Knowing him, he could be right outside my door for that matter.”

Jeongin’s eyes flew open, sending you “the look.” Your time was running out. Judging by the way that you hadn’t noticed that the Rabbit’s women had cleared out the other clubbers from the room, they must’ve known something that you didn’t. The club owner stood up with a languid stretch and cracked his knuckles.

“We probably don’t have much more time before they come in here guns blazing. Best protect your prince, hm?”

“Rabbit! You must know something about The King?!” You crossed the room to grab at his frim and fuzzy arm.

He slyly smiled, amused by your grip, “Like I said doll, no one knows much about him. Your Baron has got it right. Start with the Joker. But...” His grin cracked even wider, “Good luck.”

Seungmin tugged at Two’s dress coat as the two bulky bodyguards took The Rabbit by the arms to escort him.

“What's going on??” The young man’s voice cracked with urgency.

“Ready that gun of yours.” Two said lowly with gritted teeth.

He strode across the room with his fur coat lazily swaying, then raised the golden rings on his fingers to the air as he exited. He threw his yellow tinted glasses back on, before turning back to your stunned group.

“I estimate that you’ve got...three minutes? --Oh! And one more thing!”

The white fabric of your dress swept to the side, revealing your thigh holster which you grabbed at quickly.

“What?!”

“Every King’s got his Queen? Does he not?”

The enigmatic club owner slipped into the shadows of his private room, leaving your group with the sound of clambering feet on the floor above, followed by muffled gunshots.

“They’re here?” Seungmin readied his small handgun as he was told and looked to the ceiling where the lights flickered from the commotion. “They found us?”

Two twirled two knives in his hands with a silvery glint. Both of the blades were a bit on the shorter side, but you were certain that he knew how to use them. “They’re always following us.”

“We need to get out of here.” Lee Minho drew out his own gun concealed by his suit. It was custom with a pearl handle. You had seconds to make out the insignia, but you could make out the shape of what looked like a red rose. “The place must be crawling with them. We need to find the exit.”

Your partner nodded while taking his own gun. “Stay close, Your Highness. Follow me.”

“Bee?” The prince called your name with a worried cross between his brows. “Give me a gun. Hand-to-hand is nothing against these guys. I’ll stay close. I promise.”

While he held your eyes earnestly, the way that his chest heaved up and down told you something much different.

“You can handle it?”

“I can.”

Jeongin passed him a Glock from the holster strapped behind his shoulders.

You made your way back through halls lit by hissing fluorescent lights with a white burn to them. The crates of weaponry stretched on and on, adding to your unease knowing what could happen if a bullet were to be fired in this hallway. Thick rats skittered in the dank edges of the hall and weaved between boxes labeled in Spanish.

“Drugs.” Minho gripped his gun tighter. “From the looks of it, cocaine.”

Above your heads, a giant boom resounded and dust with drywall fell from the lights that flickered harder.

“Its a fucking maze down here.” Jeongin tapped at his watch in an attempt to find a schematic of the place.

The college student wetted his lips. “At least we’re not up there with them.”

“At least the lead worked out. We know more about these...Spades than we did before. It’s a start.” You tailed the back of the group with careful footsteps and the click of your heels against the cement flooring.

Another resounding boom echoed followed by the shrill screams of clubbers above. It sounded hellish--you could hear the raw fear in their voices. The music thudded on, likely abandoned by someone running for their life. The Prince’s knuckles turned white holding onto his piece of metal near the front of the group.

“F, you know the way up?”

“I-I think. We should be approaching some stairs soon, but there’s nottelling who will be on the other side.”

Two tore off his sunglasses and shoved them into his breast pocket. “We’ll be damn lucky if they haven’t found the hotel yet. If not, we’ve got to run.”

“My laptop??” Seungmin whimpered.

“That damn Chromebook? Don’t worry about it, your life is more important.” Jeongin scoffed. “The Agency can set you up with something even better.”

“I can’t believe that at a time like this all I can think about is my stupid computer.” The young man shook the thought out of his head.

“Stairs up ahead.” Jeongin pointed. “Get ready.”

“Chan?” You pulled at the prince’s trim to his coat.

“I’m fine Bee. Honestly. I trust you.” He attempted a smile. The same smile, that damned charming one that couldn’t get out of your head.

Minho looked back to the prince too with worry, it had been the most sincere motion that you had seen him do as of yet. He reached out to squeeze the royal’s shoulder with a soft smile.

“Don’t go dying on us Your Highness. Think about what that would mean for the kingdom?” He chuckled.

“I’ll try my best,” The prince returned the gesture.

Jeongin reached for the metal door handle to the teal green door cracking with paint. The sound of machine guns had grown even louder, followed by the sound of the shells hitting the wooden dance floor. The air was thin where it crept under the door and carried with it the horrid smell of smoking guns and spilled alcohol.

“Two, Bee, form rank around the group, I’ll lead.”

Two nodded, popping gum into his mouth and blowing large electric blue bubble. “Can do.” Both of his hands tightened around his blades.

“One...Two...Three!”

Time slowed the second that the door opened, and your ears rang with the deathly silence. Bodies to the left and right of you became a blur and they fell to the floor in the silence with their limbs twitching until they didn’t move at all. White collars turned red, as did the white tablecloths of the standing tables. The strobes pranced around the room in a multicolored shower that was as blinding and stained your eyes.

The men in black suits and leather gloves scattered around the room with their red crests glinting. They shouted commands at eachother, but to you, all you could see was the way that their lips curved and cracked. In front of you, your partner leads with a hand gesture that you had memorized from training, and all of your focus was drawn the the back of the group. The trigger of your gun was cold on your finger: you pulled and pulled not even pausing to feel the way that it fought back against your wrist. The men were sprinting with their own guns tight in their hands, but each of them fell before they could get close.

Two’s mouth was in a flat line as he threw tiny blades from his hands to the chests of men running across the balconies and hiding from behind tables. He appeared to have an infinite amount in his coat and saved the longer and more lethal ones for close connections, subsequently dipping his own fingers in red.

The young college student trudged on in the center of the group with his head tucked firmly between his two shoulders. Clear streams of tears fell down his eyes, but he wiped at them furiously between each shot that he took with his small handgun. Next to him, the two royals kept their own heads low aiming shots around them to backup you and your partners.

Their footsteps came echoing behind you, and you walked backwards, taking aim with one eye squinted, while barking out commands from your mouth that you barely even understood. Your heartbeat bumped in your chest nearly in tune with the thudding 808′s of the music that reverberated in your ears. Each of the Spades moved as if they were shadows over the bodies of the fallen, leaping and jumping, nearly floating over dining tables and sweeping off the glassware and silverware with them as they did so.

“BEE, I’M ALMOST OUT!” Jeongin screamed to you nearly before reaching the front revolving doors.

Two tossed another magazine in the young agent’s direction, then threw another dagger with startling accuracy.

For seconds at a time you could see how Minho’s eyes had narrowed with his aim, and he too met every target exactly where he wanted. You figured that the royal must have trained himself well to have that kind of precision. The way that he appeared perfectly calm was startling: his dark eyes squinted and he turned his body swiftly with little effort.

“Fuck--I’M OUT OF ROUNDS!” The prince bellowed before ducking under Minho’s arm which immediately swung over him.

You closed in closer to the group, using your body as a shield for the prince’s back.

Your partner cast aside fallen chairs and tables in his wake, as one of the thugs charged at him. In response, he threw his gun into his waistband, opting to slung the man with a hurried uppercut that sent him spitting blood to the floor before falling, “We’re almost there! Keep pushing!!”

“SHIT!!!” Seungmin groaned out before dropping his small gun to the ground, he trembled with his leg dragging behind him, then soon his pants soaked with a dark stain to his slacks.

“BEE LOOK OUT!!” A voice screamed, seconds before you could register it.

Your head whipped back to the chaos of the club, seeing the “freckled bastard” himself point his decorated riffle at you point blank with a wicked grin on his face. He looked purely evil. There was something about the way that his ears poked, or how his eyes upturned that made him look devilish when his pearly white teeth peeked once he took his shot. He had ashy blonde hair that had strung with sweat over his forehead, and blood wetted the tip of his dress shoes. He cocked his head to the side, as he did too with his gun before the deafening shot cracked through the room.

You were shocked trying to memorize his face, and frozen in your fear from the barrel of the gun facing you right between the eyes.

An excruciatingly tight grasp at your arm pulled you to the side before you could react, throwing you to the hardwood floors before whoever it was pulled themselves in front of the bullet. Your vision was rocked when you hit the floor, missing the glass revolving door by centimeters.

“Y/N!” Your partner screamed, waking you from your haze as the room started to piece back together. “You good?!”

Another hand grabbed you to your feet before shoving you through the door, lightly slinging your arm around his shoulder before taking your gun from your trembling hand to take a few more shots. You realized it was Two this close, and tiny flecks of red splattered at his neck.

“Fuck--give me that--” You grabbed the gun from his hand to fire every bullet that was left at the freckled bastard until you couldn’t any more, and the cool of the evening stung at your heaving lungs once your group reached the sidewalk.

Outside of the venue, clubbers scrambled and ran the streets still shrieking in their fear and tripping over their heeled shoes.

“Chan?? Chan--where-where’s the prince??” The words spilled from your lips in your pure adrenaline.

Right behind you only a couple paces away, the prince stood pale with Seungmin holding between them a groaning and gasping Minho who barely held on to the two men. A bullet wound soaked his black suit jacket, and the red crept up to his white frilled collar.” The wound made a hole right in his shoulder with a visible circle.

Jeongin sprinted to the back of the group looking disheveled himself with sleeves hastily pulled up to his elbows. “Shit--shit!!”

“S-move aside. MOVE!” You commanded the whimpering young man who gave you Minho’s other arm. You wrapped around his wasit and dragged the heavy weight of the man who had just saved your life.

The prince dryly smacked his lips then scanned the street for more of the Spades in his daze.

“Y-you okay?” The words dried up your tongue.

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine, are you?” His energy had been drained of him, and his knuckles were also cracked, likely from having to throw punches that you haven’t even seen him take.

Gunshots echoed further down the street followed by the screeching of wheels and more panicked yells. The chirps of cop cars pulled up to the scene and their husky demands rounded up the escapees in rapid-fire Arabic.

Jeongin sprinted back with his white hair bouncing to a taxi nearest an intersection. He threw the door open apologizing profusely the best he could before pulling the driver out of the driver’s seat and to the cement. He cursed out loudly in response to which Jeongin tossed out some bills haphazardly to his chest.

“Get in, GET IN!” He called to your group while tapping on the metal side of the vehicle.

Both you and the pricne guided the injured royal in to the backseat between you.

“Minho--Minho, hold on--” Your nervous hands held his pale face in your palms.

The tear of your dress filled the small compartment, prompting the prince to snatch his hand into the other man’s firmly.

“Minho--you fucking dumb asshole--you had to go and he the hero didn’t you?” Chan smiled hopefully.

“Ar-are you alright?” He coughed, “Your Highness?”

“Shut up.” Chan ruffled his hair with another adoring smile. “It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Although it was silk, you used every inch of your dress tear to tie around the baron’s shoulder tightly in an attempt to add pressure to the open wound.

“Bee--” Minho started with a lazy glare.

“--Keep talking Minho, look at me. You’re gonna feel sleepy, stay awake. You did great, thank you so much for doing that to me. Thank you.” You grabbed his opposite hand firmly. “I can’t thank you enough.”

Lee Minho laughed. “Don’t mention it. And--if you wanted me to keep talking...I wanted to tell you that you’re really stunning Bee. How you handled all th-that. I was really impressed.”

“Hm, I was impressed too.” In his own way, like this, bloodied and a bit delirious, Lee Minho really was as handsome as he let on.

The taxi car whipped around another corner with wind whipping in the windows and each of your masses jostled in the car as if bumped over the curb. The hotel wasn’t that far from The Tea Party, and you knew that any moment you would reach it, but each second stretched longer and longer.

“Fox?! We’re not there?”

“Fuck--Bee, the whole city is crawling with cops, everywhere I turn, they’re on the hunt, The Spades are everywhere I can’t make it back--no doubt they’re already there...”

In the front seat, Seungmin clung to Two as if his life depended on it as his whole body shook and Two tore his own jacket sleeve to close off the young man’s wound on his leg.

“Wha-what are we going to do?? S-shit!! Ouch!!!” The young student gritted his teeth in his pain while his leg shook terribly. He sobbed, “It hurts, really, really bad!!”

“I planned for this.” Jeongin’s eyes flicked in the review mirror to you in the back. “I asked Carroll to set up for us a secondary place if something went down and we couldn’t make it to the hotel. I figured...if anything happened or if they found us--”

“--Get us there, fucking drive Fox, Minho needs first aid, right fucking now, he’s bleeding too fucking much.”

“I know, I know!!”

“How far is it?!”

“Not far, I promise, twenty minutes--tops.”

“Make it ten!!!”

Jeongin floored it, running lights and becoming a stream under the skyscrapers of Cairo. From the small skylight of the taxi, thin clouds streaked in the evening sky and mixed with the glow of the city. Far, far, above your head, you prayed for the first time in years that you could make it in time.

Seungmin sobbed with puffy eyes from the front seat and writhed, “Hurry! Hurry!” He begged.

Minho’s head lulled in the backseat as he bled though the white silk binding him. His head bounced back and forth from you to the prince with glossy marbles for eyes that blinked slowly. The prince rested his hand on the baron’s thigh and rubbed calming little circles into it.

“Minho, you did so well. Look at me.” Chan coaxed, causing the other to smile adorably grim.

Minho twitched before rolling his head over to the prince. “Your Highness, i-if I may be so bold...I-I’ve got...I’m crush on you.” He finished his sentence with a wrinkled smile.

You scoffed out with a laugh while making knowing eye contact with the prince who laughed out lightly too.

“He sounds like someone I know.” You winked at the royal.

The taxi made one final turn to an alley filled with potholes that jostled each wheel of the car.

“This is it! Right here!” The young agent whipped into a one car garage hidden into the alley. The darkness of the garage filled the car, and snuffed out all of the light from the street, and even muffled the faint sirens of police as they whizzed past. The night was still full of gunshots, but at least now they sounded far enough away to be safe.

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The safe house was a modest two floored apartment outfitted with the normal security system of The Agency: window locks and cameras in every corner of every room. As expected, each of the rooms was covered in a fine layer of dust, and the old smell hung with flecks of the material stuck on lampshades and wafting in the light.

Work had been delegated between you and your partners, with the two other men helping treat Seungmin in the second bedroom out of three while you and the prince aided Minho.

The windows were left open to let in some fresh air, also letting in the faint sounds of the city which still surged with life even late into the night. Still, the smell of the desert came floating into the room with a welcome sense of tranquility.

The royal lay on the bed with cracked pale lips while you set to work dabbing at his wound gently with gauze, cleaning the area around the bullet wound. Fearful to cause more bleeding, the bullet would stay where it was for a few moments more for another layer of wrapping. The prince remained quiet, passing you materials as needed with hands stained pink from the other man’s blood.

“How are you feeling?” Chan quietly asked.

“Hurts like a bitch,” Minho smiled, “You ever been shot before?”

The prince shook his head.

“Well, I hope that you never are. Feels like your whole body gets stirred up from the impact and then there’s the sting.”

Carefully you pulled back the remains of the baron’s shirt while lifting him slightly off the bed. As you swept the fabric from behind him, you noticed the thin red line tracing around his shoulder bade which you figured to be blood at first.

“What...what’s this?”

“Oh,” Minho shied, “It’s a tattoo.”

“You’ve got a tattoo? For a royal?” Chan slicked back Minho’s sweaty locks. “You really are full of surprises.”

Gently you laid the baron back down to lay with his new wrappings. “What is it?”

He paused, wetting his lips quickly before he spoke. “It’s a red rose. It’s a bit large--I know--not typical for royals. Don’t worry, you’re the only royal that knows that I have it.”

“Why a red rose?”

Below you, Minho looked relaxed and calm, beautiful even like this bare-chested under the single lamp-light of the bedroom.

“Well...you know the significance of symbols and insignias. We’ve all got our own.” He grinned out while playing with the prince’s free hand.

“I’ve got my white rose, Bee’s got her clock: seems like we’ve all got our own thing.” Chan agreed, watching the way that his fingers interlocked with the other man’s.

In the opposite bedroom, Seungmin cried out sharply to the tune of Jeongin chuckling out, “I’ve got you, you fucker!” The clink of metal fell into the little bowl they used: the bullet was out of the poor boy.

You sighed knowing that the damage caused to your group could’ve been much worse, yet you had made a skillful escape. Still, the thought of the bodies littering the floor...the silence that rang in your ears from the pace of it all and how the energy of survival started to wear off...it was truly gruesome.

“Minho--really, I appreciate you taking a hit for me like that. No one has ever done something like that for me...and you barely know me...”

The baron smiled, taking your hand in his too. “Like I said, it’s fine. Had I not, you wouldn’t have been able to help us out of there...even if you were dragging my ass for the tail end of it.”

The breeze flew in with the dusty curtains; just cold enough to make you shiver in your thin dress.

The prince looked to the both of you, “What happens now?”

Chan himself was a proper mess: he no longer looked like the perfect vision of regality from the earlier evening. He looked like a man, a regular man, scared, unsure, and confused. His knuckles were cracked...and you had promised that you had never wanted to see him harmed again.

The prince’s eyes softened, softer than they had been, soft like they had been the evening before when you had broken.

“We survive. The best we can. We recuperate for a couple days, and ask Carroll what the next steps are. I’d guess it would be Greece then.”

Minho leaned up with a little grunt to face you. “I’m coming with. I can help. I can be valuable if you need another set of hands on a gun.”

“I think you mean hand. Your arm is gonna be out of commission for a little while.”

He smirked, “Still...”

The sweeping red outline of rose peeked to his shoulder, and you wondered how far it really spread.

“Bee, I don’t think that I’ve thanked you.” Chan let the words fill earnestly, throwing that same damned smile at you.

“Chan...you don’t have to thank me. You’re my prince.”

The royal nodded with a contented little grin that tugged a dimple on the side of his face. You found both men looking at you as such, as if they were waiting, or anticipating the unsaid as you were.

Somehow, the room turned silent once more: a void quiet enough to hear your heart beating in your ears.

You bridged the gap, pulling Chan close to you as you pressed your lips against his, using your stained hand to pull his lapel into your body while he melted perfectly into you as he had done before. His mouth tasted slightly like the salt of blood, but that was of no matter to how sweet he was when he gently let himself unfold for you, gasping lightly against you. Chan’s hand reached to your arm to caress the goosebumped skin down, giving you another reason to shiver. You found your own hand tie into his light brown locks and pull deeply at the roots with depths of curiosity and want. Your tongue gently explored his lower lip before teasing right into his mouth which was even warmer than you had imagined it being.

Your other hand found the torso of Minho: bare and quivering under the touch of your fingertips which traced each muscle there. He let out a drawn out sigh, then drew his own hand down the curve of your body to your hip, finally working it back up over your belly to your breasts thinly protected by the dress. He sat up higher and brought his lips to the fabric, kissing right into your belly with the warmth of his mouth. He paused, giving you moments to crave that same feeling on your lips and prompting you to bow down and indulge yourself in the taste of his mouth too.

Chan’s hungry hands came tip-toeing over your back as he watched, and slipped one finger under your thin dress strap to pull it down and press kisses to your shoulder. With his other hand, he let it fall down Minho’s back: over the red rose, right to his thigh which he squeezed at firmly: right between the heat of his legs.

Minho was different from Chan: rougher with his advances, but still addictive in how he would test the corners of your mouth with each kiss more courageous than the last. He ruffled up your torn dress, then let the silk fill up his hands before pulling it in ways to meet your skin with his. Slowly, Chan did the same, edging a hand up to your ass from the frayed bottom of the once-gorgeous dress.

The bed was just big enough for two, but with this new interlocking of limbs as close as possible, you melded into one. Both you and Chan crept over the man between you, painting the blank canvas of his chest with seething hot lips and biting at the flesh of his skin lightly. Minho’s back arched from the beautiful sensation, causing him to giggle in his euphoria.

In the middle, you found Chan once more, and held him close, as close as you had wanted for longer than you had admitted.

“Oh Bee...” He moans into your mouth while releasing all of his glee onto your tongue.

“Chan, I’m not scared anymore. I don’t even care.”

The prince shuddered at the thought, and held you back just as tight finding the corners of your dress to pull over your head.

“Oh my god,” Minho adores you, then reaches out to pull you to his chest.

This mysterious man, melts for you too, whimpering perfectly between your lips. Your legs find their way around his thigh to grind at lightly. There's an innocence to his eyes, much like that of the prince: its a kind of blind adoration that you know all too well. His dedication to Chan, and his gesture to you: the thick bandages around his arm: you find your apprehension slipping to nothing.

Your fingers loop around the white lace of your panties as you kneel above both men, and you swipe your thumb over both of their glistening and trembling lips.

“Well boys, how about I’ll make both of you mine tonight?”

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

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cheri-cheri · 3 years ago

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Heya Cheri! What are your thoughts after reading Gavin's mind quest: a deep sleep with moonlight ? Thanks for your hard work on your translations and have a nice day :D

It was a ROLLERCOASTER 🎢.

🍒 Spoilers from MQ: A Deep Sleep with Moonlight under the cut 🍒

1. I thought they were going to break up

There were so many alarm bells ringing in my head while I was doing the translation because I’d seen similar things happening in fanfics LOL. Fortunately, the writers didn’t go down the path I expected them to, but here are some reasons why I thought so:

[ Alarm Bell 1: MC’s annoyance towards the situation ]

Instance 1 -

Staring at my leg cast, I begin to sincerely hate the main culprit of this disaster.

Instance 2 -

From the glass window, I can vaguely spot Gavin’s shadow while he sits and leans against the wall, and I repeatedly curse the one who started this whole thing.

I don’t recall seeing strong terms like “hate” and “curse” used by MC before, so I imagined that her irritation would eventually reach a boiling point, and that she’d lash out at Gavin to give her some space 😂

[ Alarm Bell 2: They weren’t frank with each other ]

Instance 1 - MC hid how she was facing repeated acts of harassment

Actually, I’ve been constantly harassed by someone recently.

Instance 2 - MC hid her injuries from him

Minor: Boss didn’t let me tell you, so don’t betray me later.

Gavin: She didn’t let you tell me?

Instance 2 - MC hid how badly shaken up she was by the harassment

For a moment, my mind feels a little empty, and the emotions I’ve been stifling secretly make an appearance.

Instance 3 - Really?

MC: Gavin, I think you’re a little dangerous.

Gavin: How so?

MC: You understand me a little too well. It makes me feel like I have no secrets in front of you.

Hearing this, Gavin’s lips hook upwards.

Gavin: That’s okay. I can be completely frank with you too.

Gavin didn’t tell MC where he was slipping off to at odd hours, nor how much danger the both of them were in 24/7.

I can’t but wonder - if MC and Gavin weren’t chased by an Evol criminal while returning from the dark room, would Gavin have continued staying mum about the situation?

I understand that both parties had good intentions of not worrying each other when keeping these things to themselves. But knowing that they were concealing things while at the same time claiming to have “no secrets” and how they could be “completely frank” with each other made me worry about a potential sense of betrayal :’)

[ Alarm Bell 3: This sad bgm during the car scene ]

The air is tranquil and quiet. As compared to how he had handled the earlier issue with ease, Gavin seems to be slightly nervous.

He rubs the steering wheel a little restlessly. His brows are furrowed, and he purses his lips in silence.

Gavin: Are you afraid?

His question is a little hesitant. He doesn’t turn his head, and simply stares at the pitch dark road in front of him.

DOESN’T THIS SOUND LIKE A SCENE RIGHT BEFORE A BREAK UP HAPPENS LOL I was sweating bullets when translating this scene.

2. The date evidenced Gavin’s growth in confidence

There are an insane number of references to past dates/asmrs in this Mind’s Quest (I counted 14 but there may be more). One particular reference warmed my soul because it evidences Gavin’s growth in confidence when it comes to protecting MC.

Let’s start from the very beginning:

[ Gavin’s R&S - Folded Time ]

Now that the girl’s Evol had begun to awaken, the peace around her may be shattered at any moment. By then, the distance he had maintained for such a long time would no longer be enough to protect her.

From this, we learn that he would have stayed away from MC forever if she didn’t have Evol, likely not wanting to drag her into the messy world of Evol and Evol criminals.

[ Late Autumn Date ]

Gavin: …we did miss out on a lot. Back then, I wasn’t certain if I could have you for life.

I look straight into his bright eyes, and laugh quietly.

MC: And are you very certain now?

Gavin: Mm.

Here, he is much more confident about keeping MC by his side and protecting her.

[ Mind’s Quest ]

Gavin: They think I can’t protect you, but I can. Aside from protecting you, I also want us to be together openly and confidently. To do the things we want to do, and to lead a life happier than anyone else.

The Mind’s Quest goes multiple steps further - he isn’t simply going to protect her. He will protect everything the both of them want to do, and become the happiest people in the world.

3. Delectable Teasing from Gavin

Instance 1 -

He places me back onto the chair. Rolling up his sleeves slightly to reveal his solid arms, he smiles at me while supporting his hands on the table.

Gavin: I’ll let you look at me like this, okay?

Instance 2 -

The lipstick seems to have been applied crookedly again. He brings his lips forward, rubbing mine unhurriedly, just as his fingertips did before.

His movements are unusually sluggish. His eyes are fixed on me, making me unable to leave his line of sight.

Gavin: I applied it crookedly. Sorry about that.

Gavin says this unapologetically. His soft chuckle lands on my lips, causing me to tremble.

He backs away slightly, continuing to focus on applying the lipstick. However, his gaze remains locked on my eyes.

Every single “accidental” smear of the lipstick is followed by a teasing and rousing rub.

G A V I N WHERE DID YOU LEARN THESE THINGS??

In short, I’m really happy at how comfortable they are with each other, and how they have cemented their relationship as one which is unbreakable no matter what life throws their way 🥺

#💌

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one-boring-person · 4 years ago

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Ok so a Hawkins x reader x poncho where the reader gets sick of his jokes about women and just decks Hawkins in the face, which knocks him off his feet. This action is a turning point between the reader and Poncho as well as Hawkins. Petty fights between the two and constant flirting to the reader ensues. You can choose the ending ☺️

Ok, so I got a bit stuck writing this one, but I hope it's alright? Sorry if it sucks 😅 (can you tell I'm bad at flirting lol)

Get A Room.

Poncho x reader x Hawkins

Warnings: violence, injury, death, gun usage, very minor spoilers

Masterlist

As usual, Poncho is quick to notice (Y/n)'s body stiffening as she hears Hawkins begin another of his notoriously terrible jokes, her face setting into a hard expression. Her movements slow, the hands around the stock of her gun tightening as she becomes more and more annoyed, everyone able to recognise this change in mood except the man responsible for it, who has already dug himself a deep enough hole.

Billy is on the receiving end of today's quip, the dark-haired man listening to his compatriot's joke attentively, though he never shows any reaction to it, not until it's been fully told. Hawkins continues with the same line of humour he's always used: inappropriate references to women and their genitalia. Practically groaning out loud, Poncho can feel his patience for the man draining away, though he keeps a hold on himself, knowing that starting an argument now won't help anything, the group already having shot nerves after finding the corpses strung up in the trees, like racks of meat in an abattoir. Even now, a shiver goes down his spine at the memory, doing his best to erase it though he is aware that it won't work: the image has become branded into his mind forever.

"I've had enough. Hold this." (Y/n) suddenly growls, thrusting the rifle she's holding into Poncho's hands, turning to face Hawkins.

Lightening fast, she lunges forwards, her fist cracking across the young man's face with an audible crunch, his head jerking with the impact, glasses flying from his brow. His body follows his head, dropping to the floor as he clutches at his cheek, groaning in pain as she stands over him, flexing her hand. Around her, the rest of the group move to intercept, in case a fight should break out, but she does nothing to follow up, instead taking her gun from a dumbstruck Poncho, before going to walk with a smirking Blain. Dutch reprimands her swiftly, but he is containing a grin of his own, the major clearly proud of her for finally acting on her distaste for the bad jokes.

Dazed, Hawkins remains sat where he is for a moment, Billy chuckling and moving off, leaving he and Poncho behind, both men staring after their comrade, wide-eyed. At this point, all either can think is damn.

Heatwaves from the explosion wash over the concealed team as they wait in the trees, eyes wide as they watch Dutch take out his gun, firing off into the scrambling guerrillas. His voice calls loudly over the mingled sounds of screaming and collapsing structures, spitting gunfire quickly breaking out as the settlement inhabitants retaliate, blind to their attackers though determined nevertheless. Blain, Mac, Dillon, Billy and (Y/n) spring into action, easily dropping into the blazing camp, guns roaring as they take out the men shooting at them; Poncho and Hawkins find themselves slightly delayed, attention focused on something else entirely as they hastily rush to their comrades, faces blushing. Both men push aside their embarrassment, concentrating on the task at hand as they take out the camp.

All around, crates and barrels go up in flames, splinters of wood flying everywhere as bullets pelt their sides, ragged holes appearing in the containers even as bodies end up sprawled over the top of them. Nothing but gunfire and cries of pain are audible to the raiders and their enemies, ears ringing with the deafening cacophony of noise, rendering the sense almost useless - if they weren't already used to this side-effect. Orders are heard and received, executed to a high efficiency as they always are, Dutch feeling a small burst of pride flare up in his chest at the effectiveness of his team, his own gun vibrating violently in his hands with each round of bullets. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a couple of guerrillas hiding out in a nearby building, sharpshooting at the people responsible for the destruction of their camp.

Frowning, he notices (Y/n) nearby, calling out to her and gesturing for her to follow on, receiving a brief nod in agreement as she makes her way over. Over her head, Dutch sees Poncho make as if to follow, a worried expression on his face, only to stop when he hears the major order him elsewhere, finding that Blain needs some help. Shaking his head in exasperation, the veteran leads (Y/n) into the main structure of the settlement, knowing the way up to the nearby building is through there, the two coming across a couple of rogue guerrillas here. Thankfully, they are swiftly taken care of, both (Y/n) and Dutch efficiently dealing with the threat as they move on to the structure they came for.

Kicking down the door, Dutch gives a bitter smirk as the men inside turn to the intruders in fear.

"Knock knock." He greets them, firing off a couple of well-placed rounds, nailing the dumbstruck guerrillas instantly.

Entering the small area, Dutch goes to the open part of the structure, looking out over the wreckage below him, taking note of a couple of runners. Glancing around swiftly, he sees Hawkins nearby, the smaller man calling out for (Y/n) for whatever reason as he moves through one of the other walkways. Quick to intercept this, Dutch gestures for him to take out the runners, glad to see the young man nod and duck away to do so, his attention momentarily distracted.

It's not until he hears a struggle behind him that he whirls round, gun at the ready.

He doesn't have to fire, (Y/n) having already subdued the threat with ease, the struggling figure writhing in her grip as she pins them down, knees holding down the arms as she presses down the person's head. Clearly distressed, the person tries once more to get away, before lying still, giving both intruders a better look at them. They frown as they realise exactly who it is: it's a woman. At that moment, Dutch figures out what the real purpose of this goddamned mission is, knowing now that he'd been foolish to listen to Dillon and Phillips.

Seeing Dutch's grim expression, (Y/n) gives him a confused look.

"What's wrong, major?" She asks, cocking her head.

"We've been set up." Is all he says, just as Hawkins and Poncho burst into the room, eyes landing on (Y/n) instantly. Dillon follows behind them, though he takes his time.

Noticing the definite change in their leader's attitude, Hawkins, Poncho and (Y/n) leave the area and go back down into the main part, looking for survivors. Both men jostle each other to stay ahead of her, forming a wall of some sort between her and whatever is ahead of them, something which she is quick to pick up on.

"Jeez, guys, get a room." She snorts as she pushes past them, going to move on before Hawkins speaks again.

"Only if you come with." He says before he can stop himself, breath hitching slightly as she turns her gaze on him.

"Keep it in your pants, Hawkins." She responds, an odd look on her face as she ducks out of sight, going to complete a circuit of the settlement.

The two watch her go, Hawkins internally cursing himself as he tries to follow, only to be pulled back by an annoyed Poncho.

"The hell did you do that for?!" The other man snaps at him, a scowl etched into his features.

"What's your problem?" Hawkins replies, equally as irritated, looking his comrade up and down.

"My problem is that you just made us both look like idiots!"

"Me?! I wasn't the one trying to get all protective a minute ago!"

"Like hell you weren't!" Poncho growls back, glancing up as Blain passes nearby, "Just keep it in your pants, alright?"

As he hears the repeated words, Hawkins feels himself get even angrier with his companion, his jaw clenching as he watches him walk away. Kicking at the ground, he turns and goes his own way, his head filled with images of (Y/n)'s curious expression from earlier. Something about her reaction to his jokes had struck a chord within him, his hand straying to his face to run over the slight mark her punch left, the ache still there even after an hour or so, his head turning to look back at where she disappeared.

Correcting his path, he moves off in that direction.

Hawkins had always talked a lot, but somehow (Y/n) had never quite noticed it until now.

Rolling her eyes, she picks her way back into the settlement, her new companion trailing behind her like a shadow, his words going mostly unheard as she focuses on keeping her footing. At some point, she'd realised that he wasn't going to shut up and had since started tuning him out, completely missing the new angle of his conversation.

"...It's why I reckon you shouldn't have gone into this profession." He says, still rambling despite her lack of attention.

"Huh? What do you mean?" (Y/n) suddenly tunes back in, frowning at this new statement.

"Well, you're far too beautiful to be running through the jungle." He explains, nearly grinning at the fact that she paid attention to him.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" She questions him, turning to face him with a scathing look; he is one of her closest friends, but he could be really clumsy with his words sometimes.

Floundering, Hawkins' mouth opens and closes a few times, the young man struggling for words to fully explain what he meant without upsetting her.

"Just that you could do equally as well in a different job, like...modelling or something?" Under her piercing stare, he falters again, "Not that you're not good at this job, or anything, you're really good!"

Frowning, (Y/n) regards him carefully, before shaking her head and leaving him where he is, going back to the settlement. Cursing himself, Hawkins grits his teeth, knowing he just made a complete fool of himself, though he is thankful no one else is around to see it. Or so he thinks.

"Was that your attempt at flirting?" Poncho comments, emerging from the underbrush nearby, smirking at his comrade's downfall.

Glaring at him, Hawkins feels irritation rise up within him.

"I'd like to see you do better, asshole." He snaps back, flipping off the grinning man across from him.

"Watch and learn." He shrugs, still chuckling as he leaves Hawkins where he is and follows (Y/n).

Emerging into the settlement, Poncho immediately locates (Y/n), going over to her confidently with his gun held loosely across his chest. She looks up as he nears her, her brow furrowing slightly at the sight, curiosity getting the better of her as she stands still to let him catch up to her.

"Find anyone?" He asks her as he gets within earshot, gesturing to the forest around them.

"No, no one. You?" She responds, adjusting her hold on the gun slightly.

"Nope. I assumed they'd all been hit by you."

"Blain got them all, I think."

"Doubt it. They probably saw you coming and legged it." He remarks, smirking at her.

Lifting an eyebrow, (Y/n) reloads her gun, ready for use if she needs it.

"Hey, no need to shoot me, it's a compliment." Poncho holds up his hands in mock surrender, grinning at her, though she only frowns, looking a little confused.

"Thanks." Is all she says, nodding to Blain and Mac, who have emerged from the wreckage, followed by Dutch, Billy and Dillon, who is dragging a guerrilla girl behind him, "What the hell does he want her for?"

"Who?"

"Dillon. He's got that guerrilla girl Dutch and I found."

"Oh, I could name a few things." Poncho winks at her, though he is almost mortified when she gives him a weird look and leaves him where he is, going to stand with Dutch and Billy over the bonnet of a nearby car.

Cursing, he tries not to scowl too badly when he sees Hawkins shoot him a triumphant glance, going over to the main group with a slight blush, finding himself embarrassed. (Y/n) and Dutch are talking amongst themselves, a terse grin breaking out onto his face as he hears something, his angered facade cracking briefly. Unfortunately, both Hawkins and Poncho are within earshot for the response.

"The two of them are idiots, but they'll get their acts together eventually. They like you enough, they'll change their crappy flirting techniques, but you might have to wait a while." The major informs (Y/n), who smirks at the comments and thanks him, moving away from him as he goes to ask Billy something.

Hawkins and Poncho exchange a glance over the top of their compatriots' heads.

#predator imagine #predator 1987 #predator #Poncho x reader #Hawkins x reader

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angst-king · 4 years ago

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Bullets hitting stone PT1

(TW! contain violence against minors. descriptions of harsh beatings, harsh language and discrimination) Kirishima was excitedly changing his clothes into more casual clothes, and grabbing his phone; he goes to his boyfriend's room. Knocking on the door, Katsuki appears in his own set of casuals. "You ready Kat?" Asked Eijirou, Katsuki steps out of his room and puts and arm around his shoulder. "yeah I'm ready, lets go. this place better be fucking good." Eijirou was smiling gleefully "I've heard it has great ice cream babe." Leading him to the elevator and soon down to the common room. Before leaving the dormitory, Mina notices an waves. "you gays going out~" She says in a teasingly sing-song voice "hell yeah, gonna get ice cream!" Cheered Eijirou who gets a chuckle from Denki "have fun you two, don't do too much stupid~" Bakugou gave Kaminari the middle finger. "fuck you dunce face" "any time blasty" Joked the human Pikachu. The two were now off to the ice cream parlor; hand in hand, Bakugou couldn't help but find his smiling boyfriend cute. Walking through the city, the two teens enjoyed the fresh air of the outside world. The two second years strolled across the side walk looking around to find their destination. Crossing the street, Kirishima points out the parlor but. As they walk passed an alley way with a police car unaware of its presence as it was hidden in the dark shadow of the wide alley. Approaching the door, Bakugou opened it for Kirishima. Following him in to the large room, he joined and slipped his fingers to intertwine them with Kirishima's smaller ones. They see a long list of flavors to sort through and it distracts them from the disgusted glare of a woman behind the counter. She wears a manager's badge and remains hidden from their line of sight while watching with a sour look on her face. She watched as Bakugou and Kirishima exchanged light hearted kisses, nuzzles, questions of what flavor sounds good. She'd sneakily taken a picture and texted to her cop friends Jakosuba, and Yashi 'I've got two fags in my store..mind doing me a solid?' 'lol sure think Isha'. She then looked back up and marched over pushing her phone into her pocket. "Excuse me, can you not do that in my store?" Looking to the sudden voice, Kirishima seemed confused "uh sorry are we holding up the line?" The woman rolled her eyes at him "No its not that, its your fagotry" "screw off lady just came for some damn ice cream" Grumbled Bakugou who held kirishima by his waist protectively. "ugh you fagots disgust me, good thing I called the exterminators." She smirked widely at them, Kirishima had a sick feeling in his stomach and tugged on Bakugou's shirt. "lets go babe, please w-we can go some where else and get ice cream." Kirishima pulls Bakugou and leads him out of the door, people watched the couple leave then brushed it off and wont on about their business. Hurrying out of the ice cream parlor they were quickly halted by a police cruiser. It cornered them in an small lot against the brick wall. Kirishima had a terrible feeling now when the doors opened. Two men got out of the car with smirks on their face. "Ugh teens too, good thing we're putting these disgusting wretches in their places..in the grave." Adjusting the hat over his head, one of the men cracked his nuckles as they begin to stalk closer to the young couple. Putting up his hands defensively, Kirishima anxiously pleads "please d-don't hurt us. We d-did n-nothing wrong..w-we were ju-just leaving." That didn't stop Jako from landing an unexpected throat punch and kick to the ribs. Kirishima was against the wall, gasping, holding himself now ready to harden his body but its not enough. His anxiety delayed the use of his quirk which only made his nerves worse. Bakugou was too busy with Yashi who making it a challenge for Bakugou to defend himself rationally. He had the urge to blow his brains out with his explosions but he knew the repercussions. the law wouldn't like that and what if something happened and hit Kirishima some how?! This isn't a fair fight at all! Trained, adult law enforcement beating on unexperienced. teen pro heroes in training who are practically defenseless! Bakugou was only six feet away from Kirishima and could clearly hear his lover's gasps, winces, growls and out cries. The ashe blond was pinned to the harsh brick wall that snagged at his clothing that was easily being torn as the beatings continued. Yashi slammed his head against the wall, repeatedly kicked him even hit him with his baton. Kirishima was on the ground being kicked by Jakosuba, his vision was faulty, and blurry. Everything hurt, he could hear multiple cracking sounds from the bones of his body being snapped, or broken in some way. A thud can be heard before the words "lets get rid of these god awful things" Yashi and Jako backed up, then 'click clock!' Eijirou's eyes widened. "lets blow their brains out" Jako says while loading and cocking his pistol. Eijirou's eyes dart to a limp struggling Bakugou. Another 'click clock' can be heard and Eijirou can't control his body. everything's heavy and in terrible pain but his adrenaline kicks in and he bolts to Katsuki. His entire body quickly hardening as he made it to Bakugou. Getting on top of him and curling up around him as if a real human shield. Bakugou's own eyes widen, he feels Kirishima's body shaking but caging him in. "Ei?? Eijirou?" "shhh please babe shh. I've g-got you" His voice was quiet but only audible to Katsuki who now knew what he was doing. "Ei-EIJJIROU! NO, FUCK EIJIROU WAIT NO!" 'Bang! Bang!' "Eijirou!" Bakugou screamed 'I l-love you s-so much Kat..'Bang! Bang!'.." 'Bang Bang!' Eijirou was clinging onto strength to keep up his quirk but. He's losing it and he's holding on by his finger tips then 'Bang Bang!' He felt the terrible pain of the bullets, he went limp while Bakugou shook inside the hold of his lover. He could feel Eijirou's tears fall onto the back of his neck between shots and screams. Both boys remained quiet, Bakugou could feel an enormous weight on top of him, the shaking stopped. A sick eerie feeling came as he called out for his boyfriend, crawling out from under him. He then shrieked at the blood that soaked them both.

#kiribaku #bakushima #hurt kirishima #hurt bakugou

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bloodofthefates · 4 years ago

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OTP MEME FOR EVERYONE !!! from @dirtymercy

VICTORIA & ALBERT

who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? Albert. I think he’s far too used to attention off of him and is incredibly flattered by action & gestures.

who flinches at sudden movements? Victoria.

who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them? Albert. As a Queen she could’ve chosen anyone but she asked him if he would marry her.

who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them? Victoria. Despite the strength she shows as a monarch, I think it feeds her insecurities in her personal life and she needs the constant reminding and reassurances. Especially during pregnancy.

who says the other/s would be better off with someone else? Neither. They would both rather die without the other, truly.

who gets surprised when they are given gifts? Albert. Victoria I think expects it given how she was raised as well as her station.

who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down? Victoria. A lot of holding her, cheek stroking and whispering (Liebes & likely in German) to soothe her.

who is most self conscious in public? Both? Maybe Victoria more but only by a hair?

who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake? BAHAH NEITHER.

who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react? Albert. He constantly feels the pressure of being a good husband and father, being strong for Victoria as his wife when she’s constantly being asked to be strong as a Queen. She would be awake listening and eventually tell him that it’s okay to be afraid.

who never thinks they’re good enough for the other? Hmm. Neither actually. I think they know they’re meant to be.

who takes a bullet for the other? Literally Albert. But Victoria certainly would try her damnedest.

BRIAR & LUKE

who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? Briar.

who flinches at sudden movements? Neither?

who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them? Briar. I think she doubts for a very long time whether she will make a good enough wife for a Duke.

who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them? Neither. If they overcame how much they disliked each other in the beginning, I don’t think there’s much insecurity left.

who says the other/s would be better off with someone else? Luke. I think his doubts and demons at times are too loud for him not to think at one point Briar deserves a different or “better” husband.

who gets surprised when they are given gifts? Both. I don’t think Briar gets used to lavish gifts and Luke isn’t particularly used to getting such personal and well thought out gifts that Briar comes up with.

who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down? Luke. Briar offers a lot of listening and a sympathetic ear but doesn’t always need to speak or participate, just hold his hand or hold him when he needs it. A lot of her fingers idly twisting his hair as he lays his head on her lap.

who is most self conscious in public? Luke. LOL Briar’s attitude & rebelliousness doesn’t allow her to care nearly as much as he does. As well as regular intervals of Lovegood craziness.

who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake? This feels like neither, but maybe Luke? Because he knows Briar won’t.

who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react? Luke. Briar probably continues to pretend to be asleep to allow him to say what he needs to.

who never thinks they’re good enough for the other? Both but maybe Luke just a bit more?

who takes a bullet for the other? Luke? Briar metaphorically putting herself in front of a bullet but more likely her painting herself as a target than literally taking a bullet.

DAVIGNON & CAMDEN

who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? Neither. I don’t think either are ever overwhelmed by anything let alone acts of kindness or someone doing things for them.

who flinches at sudden movements? Neither? But maybe Camden when he’s engrossed & focused on something.

who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them? Both. I think at the beginning of their relationship this is a common topic of wondering how they work together in both wanting each other while maintaining space.

who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them? Maybe not in such a needy way, but Davignon has a need to be adored at times.

who says the other/s would be better off with someone else? Neither.

who gets surprised when they are given gifts? Both I think. Especially after having been apart for a long time, their reconnecting are some of the best times that come with lots of stories about their adventures and gifts are always a welcomed surprise.

who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down? I honestly DON’T KNOW. I am hella curious now though.

who is most self conscious in public? Camden? Davignon is usually imperially oblivious.

who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake? Neither. I don’t know if apologies are even in their vocabulary.

who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react? Davignon. I think Camden’s reception and protectiveness for them would be reassuring. Spooning & cuddling that probably leads to other things in wanting to feel as close as possible to each other.

who never thinks they’re good enough for the other? Neither.

who takes a bullet for the other? Both I think.

SUMMER & SETH

who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? Neither? Summer sort of?

who flinches at sudden movements? SETH haha he’s been conditioned to fear sudden movements. It’s only fair.

who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them? Seth.

who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them? Both. I think they work well together because they understand that they both really need those reassurances.

who says the other/s would be better off with someone else? Seth.

who gets surprised when they are given gifts? Both but only because I think they don’t give gifts often but when they do they’re likely big in meaning or very extravagant.

who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down? Summer. Seth with the wide open arms and the “come here” to pull her into his chest because he gives the best hugs & height differencesss.

who is most self conscious in public? Summer.

who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake? Seth. But sarcastically.

who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react? Seth. Summer probably sits up in bed, turns on the lights and it becomes and all night therapy session/conversation while they make a pot of coffee together in PJ’s.

who never thinks they’re good enough for the other? Low key, both. I think at different times throughout their relationship.

who takes a bullet for the other? Summer LOL. If there’s trouble, Seth may or may not use Summer as a human shield. She’s the muscle when Ryan isn’t around.

BETTY & JUG

who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? Elizabeth. Cooper.

who flinches at sudden movements? Jug because he’s used to getting punched.

who is most confused as to why their S.O. is still with them? Both. Maybe at different times throughout their timeline but I think they question their differences.

who has to constantly check their S.O. still loves them? Betty.

who says the other/s would be better off with someone else? Betty. We know when.

who gets surprised when they are given gifts? Jughead. Gifts that have been planned for months in the making which huge practicality and significance. Even a lot of random ‘just because it made me think of you’ things showing up at his apartment when they live apart.

who is most likely to break down on the other and how does their S.O. attempt to calm them down? Betty. Jug might be the only person in the universe skilled in calming Betty down. It is truly magic. A lot of lap sitting so that every inch of them is touching & never letting go.

who is most self conscious in public? Betty. We both know Jug doesn’t give a single fig about what anyone else thinks.

who is more likely to apologize a million time for a tiny mistake? Betty. She’s far too conditioned throughout her life to be the one to apologize even for apologizing.

who admits they’re scared only when they think their S.O. is asleep and how does the other react? Both actually. I think it turns into pillow talk conversations just holding each other and letting the trajectory of the convo float to whatever instead of intensively and purposefully keeping it focused on their fears which is what ultimately makes them both feel better.

who never thinks they’re good enough for the other? BOTH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

who takes a bullet for the other? I would say both but. We both know the answer to this one. 😈

#WOW #I cAn'T bElIeVe YoU mAdE mE dO tHiS #✲ VICTORIA [ headcanon ]#✲ VICTORIA [ dynamic ] PRINCE ALBERT #✲ BRIAR LOVEGOOD [ headcanon ]#✲ DAVIGNON STE. CLAIRE [ headcanon ]#✲ DAVIGNON STE. CLAIRE [ dynamic ] CAMDEN FLAMEL #✲ SUMMER ROBERTS [ headcanon ]#✲ SUMMER ROBERTS [ dynamic ] SETH COHEN #who are Betty & Jug?#IDK #👀#that's so weeeeird

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Centurion .Chapter Four.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sequel to For Something Greater

Summary: (Y/n) is an active duty Navy SEAL Commander, the first and only woman to ever become a SEAL. After successfully stopping a genocide with the help of the Avengers, she becomes a bridge between the military and the earth's mightiest heroes. But even as her relationship with Bucky grows, she decides not to tell him about the nightmares and trauma that haunt her. Both their secrets begin to unravel when Bucky accidentally stumbles upon a piece of dangerous information about (Y/n) that she doesn't know about herself— something she must never find out about.

Genre: Action, Drama, Romance

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, death, eventual smut, PTSD

Warning/s for the chapter: nothing, just Bucky and the reader trespassing lol

Word count: 2.1k

Note: The plot is heavily inspired by the song 'in the dark' by Bring Me The Horizon, and 'Mercy' by Muse. So yeah, go listen to it if you want to :))) I'll post a new chapter every two days.

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(Taglist will be reblogged)

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO 'FOR SOMETHING GREATER.' IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THAT, THE MASTERLIST IS IN MY BIO.

TRIGGER WARNING! THIS SERIES REVOLVES AROUND POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER. (Including, but not limited to: anxiety/panic attacks, extreme mood swings , nightmares, intrusive thoughts, insomnia, irritability, hypervigilance, and hyperarousal)

Bucky woke you up at three in the morning. He told you that you're going to go to a place that might hold some information about Petrov. You agreed reluctantly, wiping the yawning tears from your eyes.

After you got dressed in leggings and denim jacket, and him in a black zip-up hoodie and jeans, he gave you a gun. It was a black Avengers-issued semi-automatic gun similar to a Sig Sauer P320, only more powerful and practical. Small with a built-in silencer, it was obviously made for concealed carry, possibly for espionage purposes. He handed a black inside-the-waistband holster that came with it. He eyed you carefully, "There's seven bullets in there," he informed, then his voice became low, "For emergencies only."

He was serious about it, and you understood. To be honest, you weren't planning on using it either. Not unless you really have to.

You nodded, tucking it under your waist band, the holster pressed tight against your skin. You would expect red marks there when you take it off.

You watch him do the same with his own gun, a similar model to the one he gave you, slightly bigger in size and darker in color. He opened the door, his steps heavy and motioned his chin to the door, a gesture to tell you that you should go out.

When you went out, the hallway was lit by dim lights, illuminating only what needed to be seen. Buciy followed you out. He closed the door behind him so gently, that you can only hear a tiny click from the wooden frame.

"Friday," Bucky called the AI in the hallway, "If anyone asks, we're going on an early morning dri—"

"Whoa, what's going on here?" Sam asked groggily from the other end of the hall. He had a nearly empty glass of water in his hand, and he was wearing shorts and a shirt. You assumed he was thirsty and decided to go to the kitchen for water.

"We're going to Brooklyn Bridge," you manage to say quickly, before the silence became too suspicious. "To see the sunrise," you finished, a convincing tone in your voice.

Sam was still half asleep. You could tell by how he walked clumsily and how his eyes fluttered. You hoped this would give you an advantage. After a few tense seconds, he eventually let out a chuckle. "Alright," he shrugged lightheartedly, "You two lovebirds have fun."

You threw a smile and 'thank you' at Sam before hastily going the other way, pulling an impressed Bucky with you.

The two of you descended to the basement, slipping into a car.

The car Bucky got was an Audi R8, sleek black like a stallion in the night, perfect to blend into the dark.

Driving out of the facility and into the streets of New York, Bucky glanced at you, a cheeky grin on his face. "Nice save back there," he told you.

Weakly, you let out a laugh. You sank back to the car seat, making yourself comfortable. You ignored his statement, taking it as playful, but pointless banter. “Where are we going, anyway?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.

“I know where Nick Fury lived in New York. I know he’s not home either,” he told you, his metal arm gripping the wheel tightly, his eyes focused on the long, urban road ahead. There were only a few cars aside from you. So few, in fact, that you could count them with your fingers. It was an exceptionally empty early morning for New York standards.

“And?” You urged him to elaborate his point.

“He might have a file or two on his computer on Petrov,” Bucky confirmed. You looked at him curiously. “And would you like to tell me how you know?”

“Before he went to… wherever he is now, he told Sam and I about his computer servers on old SHIELD data, and since Hydra infiltrated SHIELD…”

You nodded. “Hydra and SHIELD are the same,” you concluded his sentence. You were mildly surprised that he had thought about the plan this far.

You watched the long city roads stretch out in front of you, dim city lamps like lighting bugs fluttering above you. It would've been romantic, given different circumstances.

Bucky didn’t turn up the music, but you didn’t mind the soothing silence. In fact, you quite liked it. You liked the way the low hum of the engine and Bucky’s breathing was the only thing you could hear. It felt peaceful. You haven’t been able to feel serene in a while, and this was a nice change.

As you looked out the window, admiring the architecture of the concrete jungle, you felt Bucky’s hand snake into yours. You let him grip you palm and he took it up, pressing a firm kiss on the back of your hand. He didn’t say anything, but you knew he did that for reassurance. For comfort, for both you and him.

When you looked at him, you notice that he was wearing a silver chain around his neck. You recognized it. It was your dogtags. Knowing that he was wearing you sent a feeling of warmth in your chest. You had his, too, inside your bag in the avengers facility. You need to remind yourself to wear it next time.

"You know," Bucky muttered, eyes glinting with an idea, "What you said about going to the Brooklyn Bridge for sunrise…"

"What about that, hm?" You hummed in response. His hand was still holding yours, laid on his lap.

"We should actually do that some time," he suggested.

"I like the sound of that," you said. You rub small circles on his hand, giving him a feeling of tranquility. Bucky smiled, but it's too small for you to notice.

Before you knew it, he pulled up on a neighborhood in Newark, New Jersey. He parked a few blocks from the actual destination, just in case. The two of you walked out and on the concrete floor in silence, the early morning breeze stinging your skin, prickling like frost bites.

You had put on a baseball hat, and he threw his hood over his head carelessly and just enough to cover his face, just in case there were unsuspecting cameras. The two of you had put on gloves, too, to avoid fingerprint identification if anything went wrong. Oh god, you wish nothing will go wrong.

Nick Fury’s apartment was on Clinton Hill, an old building and in the third floor, a three minute walk from where Bucky parked. It was old, red bricks as the interior. The front door was dark wood, mosaics decorating the small window, making it not as bland as it would be without it. The staircase was the same color as the door, squeaking as you stepped on it.

You’d say you were breaking in, but Bucky had a key, presumably the one Fury gave him, which lead you to ask yourself, is it really breaking in when the owner of the apartment gave you the key?

He slipped the rusted copper key in the hole and turned it. The door creaked open, and you slipped in.

Neither Bucky nor you wanted to turn on the lights. You didn't want to deal with the risk of dealing with suspicious civilians. Instead, you fished your phone from your back pocket and turned on the flashlight.

Dimly lit, his home was a simple studio too small to be a functional and strategic safehouse. As you looked around more you realized that you'd rather not describe it with the word 'home.' It felt cold. There was no personal touch whatsoever, nothing to make it feel homey. It was outdated by about thirty years, old kitchen and filing cabinets pinned against the peeling drywall. There wasn’t even a bed, just a dusty red couch that looked straight out of a retirement home. The only thing that was remotely modern was a windows computer on a small desk from the 2000s.

Like an instinct, you knew what to do. You let Bucky hold your phone for light, and you sat in front of the computer. Bucky followed behind you, watching it load slowly. You tried to crack the password, covered fingers dancing on the keyboard.

You didn’t know why, but your regular bypass technique did not work.

Of course it didn’t work, you thought to yourself, This is Nick Fury. He must have layers over layers of security and protection, even over this outdated computer.

Bucky cursed under his breath when he realized what was going on. Without a great hacker, getting inside this computer would take forever. You would have brought Scott Lang with you if you could. But that would mean your little secret wouldn't exclusively be yours anymore. It's not that you didn't trust him, it's just that you weren't willing to risk it.

Bucky started pacing around the room, a sign of distress. Suddenly, he noticed a creak on the floor. It was quiet, but both his and your supersoldier hearing could identify the sound. You glanced at him, knowing what he’s going to do. He kneeled down, taking the loose floorboard out. It was a small piece of wood, tiny, even, but what he saw under the hardwood floor was satisfactory.

You saw him pull a roll of paper from under, and he passed it to you quickly, flicking it in the air and into your palm.

You unrolled it, and sure enough, it contained the binary code of the password, and translating it wouldn’t be too hard, since a custom software on your phone allowed you to do it quickly.

You entered the password, and you were in.

Bucky quickly inserted the USB. You started searching for Project Mercy, but frustratingly, nothing showed up.

“Try searching ‘Michail Petrov,’” he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. You did as you were told, and hit search. A few profiles appeared on the screen.

Three people were named Michail Petrov in Hydra.

Bucky took a closer look on the screen, and on their photos. His eyes were suddenly fixed on the third photo in the list, jaw tightening at the sight of him. He pointed at the profile, then growled under his breath, “That’s him.”

You clicked on it, and windows of his history opened, flashing on the bright screen. Looking through it carefully, you tried to find a few keywords: lab, project, bioengineering.

As you scanned the files, your eyes found one word that you’d been searching.

Petrov graduated from Moscow State University in 1975 with a PhD in genetics. He began his bioengineering project by making lab-grown animals in his lab in Kaunas, Lithuania. His project was shut down in 1994, for ethical reasons.

Ethical reasons, you repeated in your head. If anything on here is about Project Mercy, it would be this one.

You searched the files for Kaunsas, Lithuania, and found the full address to his last known lab there.

You quickly moved that file and a few other important ones in the USB.

As you ejected it, Bucky placed the roll of paper back in the floorboard. It looked untouched.

You nodded as a sign that you were done, and you can go now.

Just as you and Bucky were going out the door, you heard footsteps from upstairs. Bucky held you back from the exit, waiting for the footsteps to pass. You knew, as long as you were quiet, everything would go according to plan. You and Bucky froze, waiting for whoever was out there to get out of the way.

As the footsteps neared, you heart dropped.

You phone suddenly rang, bells echoing throughout the room. Diego Miller’s name on your screen.

Damn SEAL protocol. The protocol that didn’t allow you to put your phone on silent, the one you unconsciously brought into your habit. You managed to turn it off just a second layer, but it was too late. You heard the voice of a woman call, “Hello? Is anyone in there?”

There a was a fake courage laced in the woman's voice. She knew no one was supposed to be there, that it was an empty apartment. She knew the bells didn't belong there.

She carefully put down her basket of laundry and knocked on the door. Once, then twice. Nobody answered.

With trembling fingers, she pushed it open to find it unlocked. Looking around the empty apartment, she was both relieved and confused that she found nothing.

You and Bucky already jumped off the three-story building and disappeared into the dark.

The only evidence you left was an open window, curtains blowing in the morning breeze.

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 5 years ago

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Anons wanted an explanation for the placements I had on my previous tier list, but upon going back and looking it over, I realized that I wanted to move a few characters around, so I ended up getting a new template and remaking it.

I wrote little bits about each character [yes, each one] below the cut, but be warned, it’s long.

“I love you so much that I would sell my soul to make sure you’re happy”

Lee Everett: Lee is a goddamn legend. He deserves to be at the very top. He’s one of the best protagonists I’ve ever played as in a game, his backstory is incredibly interesting, and his relationship with and dedication to protecting Clementine never felt forced and is one of the highlights of S1. Even now, having replayed S1 a million times, seeing him get bit and slowly become weaker and weaker as he refuses to give up on Clementine still breaks my salt encased heart. Watching him die in the end never fails to put that lump in my throat. I love him.

AJ: I love this kid. I was so worried that they wouldn’t do him justice when the game was announced and I saw the trailer, but I was floored by just how much I grew to love him. He feels like my kid, my responsibility and I want him to grow up strong and smart, but also human. His voice acting is terrific, and I think he’s one of the best child characters we’ve ever been given in video games. His relationship with Clementine rivals Lee and Clem’s relationship and that’s what I wanted. This kid earned his place at the top.

S4 Clementine: This Clementine is my absolute favorite. While I love all the Clementine’s across the four seasons, I feel like she truly hit her peak in S4. I fucking love her, I’m proud of who she grew up to be, and seeing her journey to this point only solidifies that she’s my favorite. She’s strong and stern, but she has her softer moments with AJ and Louis/Violet, and what else is there really to say? She’s Clementine.

Louis: ....Do I really need to explain this? I mean, c’mon. If you’ve been following me for a long time- shit, if you’ve only been following me for a few minutes, then y’all know how much I love Louis. I can say with 100% certainty that Louis is my favorite non-playable character across all four games. I’ve made numerous posts, answered over a hundred asks, written thousands of words about him. Everything about him from his character design, his personality, his traumas, his voice acting, his expressions, his relationship with Clementine and AJ and Violet and Marlon and everyone- He’s the best. I love him.

Rosie: Rosie is the bestest girl in the world. ‘nuff said.

“I fucking love everything about you.”

S1 Clementine: Alright, before y’all come at me with the whole “Why isn’t little baby Clem SS tier you monster??” let me explain: I adore S1 Clementine. She’s still in S tier, after all. However, after playing through these games several times over again, I realize that this really is just the beginning of Clementine’s character and her growth. She’s lovable, she’s cute, and I want to protect her, but she’s not... a compelling character? She doesn’t fully come into herself and develop a stronger personality until S2. Like I said, I still love her and I can’t deny the impact that she had on the characters and us players, but she’s not my favorite Clementine of the bunch.

S2 Clementine: I fucking love S2 Clementine. I’d actually say that she’s my 2nd favorite Clementine. I give S2 a lot of well-deserved shit, but she is the high point of it all. Something about her character is compelling to me, like how she’s stuck with a bunch of adults who underestimate her yet want her to do everything for them and she just... is so done with it hahaha. But her growth is what it really does it for me. We went from little baby Clementine who whimpered at a small cut on her finger to a Clementine who fucking sews her own arm up, covers herself in walker guts with barely a flinch, can shoot a gun with great accuracy and take down walkers like they ain’t shit, and can survive and make her own decisions. Also, her instant connection with AJ is great. Love it. Love her.

Javier Garcia: Yo, I love this beautiful man. This man is honestly the best part of ANF, and without him it would’ve been such a shitty game. I found his backstory as an ex-professional baseball player booted from the league for gambling a cool concept. He’s hilarious and charming, too. Honestly, he deserved a better game with better, y’know? The only reason he’s not SS tier is because of the writing and his nonsense with Kate when you don’t want to romance her. It makes it seem like he led her on and then was like “Wait nevermind lol” which is annoying, but other than that, he’s great. Love his relationships with most of the characters, and the ending he got was pretty good.

James: I don’t talk about him as much as I should because I find James fucking fascinating. If they ever made a DLC or a mini-game for twdg, I want it to be about James and his journey in finding and joining the whisperers, his relationship with Charlie, and how he escaped them. His views on walkers, his survival and killing skills, his past traumas haunting his every moment for fear that he’ll revert back to what he was, his extreme pacifism that ironically turns violent- just what a cool fucking character. And while he has his wild moments [cave scene, anyone? “Oh ouch!” hahahahahaa] he’s still one of my favorites.

Violet: Oh, Violet. She’s amazing. I love her so damn much. If there’s ever been a character that I see a lot of myself in, it’s her.... which is why I tend to be a little harsh with her sometimes, but I can’t deny that she’s one of the most well-written characters across the whole series. She’s not perfect [both she and Louis do have their tiny inconsistencies that I blame the writing for] but that’s a good thing. And while I don’t ship her and Clementine, I 100% get why a lot of people do. Their relationship is adorable and way more compelling than her previous relationship with Minerva.

“I love you <3″

Carley: My beautiful girlfriend... you were taken away far too soon. Carley’s one of my favorite characters from S1. I wish we could’ve had more time to explore a relationship between her and Lee, but what we did get is enjoyable. She’s a badass, and I will always love the moment she tells Lilly off for being a little bitch, even though it results in her death. Not a day goes by where I’m not salty about that one.

Molly: Molly’s a goddamn badass. She scales buildings like it’s nothing, she named her weapon Helga, and her backstory with Crawford and her sister is terrific. Also, she’s funny and I love her. That’s that.

Omid: This dude was literally a light in S1. He brought us some humor when we needed it [ “...You broke that dude’s face.” ] and his relationship with Christa was so sweet. Also, him and Lee bonding over being history nerds? Yes, please. It’s bullshit that he was killed off two seconds into S2 but hey... S2 had a lot of bullshit in it so... Justice for Omid 2k19.

Luke: *deeeeeeeep inhale* Big Brother Luke did not deserve that bullshit. Literally one of the best characters in S2 and y’all just.... did him dirty like that. And for what? To make room for Kenny and Jane? Bull. Shit. Luke was so damn good, and the only reason he’s not higher is because of what they did to him after ep3. He starts out so kind and supportive and seriously like a big brother character then SUDDENLY he’s stupid and “makes it” with Jane while walkers are trying to eat us and then he gets himself shot and then fucking dies and akjsjdlkjasdkjaslkjasdklerwedascasads-

S3 Clementine: ...So, here’s where y’all will probably get pissed. S3 Clementine is my least favorite of the bunch. Don’t get me wrong, I still love her and she is still in A tier, but... how do I explain it? She’s in her 13-year-old, emo/angsty phase and it’s hilarious when it shouldn’t be. There are moments where I do become emotional for her, like when David takes AJ away and Javi hugs her, or when Gabe dies and she’s saying goodbye, or when she gets her first period, y’know moments like that! BUT... then we have moments where Javi goes to talk to her and she’s all “HAVING PEOPLE IS GREAT AT FIRST BUT EVENTUALLY EVERYONE DIES” or when she straight up shoots that guy who gave her faulty bullets OR WHEN SHE’S LIKE “IMMA KILL ME A LINGARD” AND.......... it’s too much for me! I can’t take her seriously when she’s this angsty, even when I understand why she is the way she is. Again, to reiterate, I still love her but in ranking all four Clementines, she comes in last for me.... and I can already hear the shit that’s gonna be thrown my way haha

Conrad: The most underappreciated character in S3 and it’s nonsense. Don’t come for me, but this dude is my favorite npc in S3. I love Conrad, and I wish we got more of him. He does have his own little arch if you keep him alive through the end. His grief over Francine is heartbreaking and his downward spiral that leads him to act out and threaten Javi, Clem, and Gabe so that he can get his revenge is wonderful. And btw, he does apologize for pulling the gun on them and makes up for it in the future. And y’know what moves him up into A tier? The moment you let him kill Badger. One of the best kills of the game. I prefer it over beating the shit out of Badger myself.

Aasim: This boy is my son, and I’m sorry, but he’s really fucking cool. You’ve got this kid who was sent to Ericson for being a pyromaniac [according to Kent, it’s not actually mentioned in game] and grew into this guy who documents everything so that they’ll have a form of history to look back on and help not repeat mistakes. His banter with Louis is funny, and even though he gets fed up with Louis for not taking anything seriously, he still cares deeply about him given how he reacts when Louis loses his tongue. His crush on Ruby is adorable, too. I just love him, he’s great.

Marlon: Now, originally I put Marlon in a lower tier [the “I like your role in the story” type of tier] but upon reflection I actually find Marlon to be a compelling character. He’s high on the list because of how well he’s portrayed. Marlon has some of the best voice acting across all the games. There isn’t a single moment where I don’t believe what he’s saying, which says something. There are moments where Clementine will say something and I go, “Really? That’s the take they went with? Okay...” but not with Marlon. For only being in ep1, he played his part really fucking well. I won’t defend any of the shit he pulled because it’s awful, but I understand everything he did. He is a coward, a sheep hiding in a wolf’s coat, pretending that he’s got everything under control and putting all the pressure of a leader onto himself and it eventually breaks him. I know they killed him off to further the plot and show how ruthless AJ can be as a child growing up in the world, but I wish he survived past ep1 so that we could really get into the meat of his character. I’ll say it: I love him as fake-friend-to-full-on-antagonistic-character and his role within the story.

Mitch: I fucking love Mitch and the only reason he isn’t in SS tier is because of how goddamn dirty the writers did him. You give me this boy- this butterknife wielding, foul-mouthed, angry, hilarious, bomb-making boy and make me fall in love with him and THEN YOU KILL HIM OFF IN THE STUPIDEST WAY POSSIBLE. “Oh, lemme just run at the crazy lady with a knife and- OOF! It appears I’ve been throat stabbed bleh-” I’ve complained about this since ep2, but lemme say it again: Mitch had so much potential to be an amazing character but never got the chance to because we had to add to the death count and make us more afraid of Lilly even though it didn’t do shit because it was a reaction kill rather than one made out of malice.

Tenn: Tenn is such a tragic character for me. In my personal canon ending, he dies because he was “messing up again” and AJ shot him. This poor kid was so full of hope that the walkers would go away one day, he’s so genuine and never wants to hurt anyone, even if they’re trying to hurt him, and he’s so fucked up from seeing Minerva that he stops thinking and tries to go to her even as she’s being devoured right in front of him. Tenn is like this game’s Sarah, but done right. He deserved better, but he was a well-written character and I love him. His friendship with AJ was so sweet which makes it even more heartbreaking when he dies. Yet another terrific child character.

“I like you and/or your role within the story”

S1 Kenny: This dude is such a chaotic topic. I feel like 90% of the fandom has an incredibly strong opinion on him, and of that 90%, 45% of people absolutely love him and if you say anything negative you’ll get a boat to the head while the other 45% loathe him. Then you’ve got the 10% who don’t have such strong opinions, and that’s where I fall. I like Kenny, and I like S1 Kenny more than his S2 counterpart. He has a great arch throughout the season regardless if you’re his best pal or not. He has some funny lines, some emotional scenes. I’ll never forget the first time I played the scene where Kenny’s crying over Katjaa’s dead body while Duck is laying against the tree on the brink of death. And I definitely will never forget the part where he finds the boy in the attic. Overall, I like him and what he brought to S1.

Katjaa: She was really sweet and her death broke my heart. I don’t have too much to say about her, but I liked her a lot. She loved her family and met a tragic end.

Ben: Fucking Ben, man. This poor kid. Another character with wasted potential. I’ve mentioned this plenty of times before, but I wish we could get an alternative ending where Ben was the only one who survived and became Clementine’s new caretaker. There was so much room for growth. He just wanted to help out but kept screwing up and it’s just.... sad.

Christa: I’ll be honest, the first time I ever played S1, I didn’t like Christa. Something about her rubbed me the wrong way and I didn’t care about her as much as I did Omid. However, the more times I replayed it, the more I grew to love her. She’s strong but sweet, and you can’t deny how much she loves Omid. And while I wish we did get to know what happened to her in S2, I can live with it remaining unknown.

Chuck: As much as I like our guitar playing hobo friend who deserved so much more, I would probably put him a tier lower if it weren’t for the advice that he gives Lee on the train. Because of him, Lee stopped treating Clementine entirely like a little girl in need of protection and cut her hair, taught her to use a gun, and furthered their communication by building a plan together. Without Chuck and his wise hobo words, Lee might’ve fucked both of them over. Also, Chuck’s pretty badass with that shovel, he got a lot of chuckles out of me, but his death was off screen and disappointing.

Andy St John: Okay. Okay okay okay. Andy. He is so high here [and so much higher than his mom and brother] because to me, he’s the scariest of the St John’s. Why? Because he’s the most normal-appearing of the three. He acts and talks like any normal guy would. He’s someone that I could see myself running into in real life. He’s so good at hiding how fucked up he is from everyone, unlike his brother who you can just look at and go “hahahahaha no thanks” and his mother who’s character design is just awful. I find him to be the strongest of the three, the smartest and the most dangerous. And the final fight between him and Lee is amazing. I love how you can be so furious with him that you keep punching him even after the prompt goes away and then his face goes all purple and swollen. Easily the greatest antagonist in S1.

Eddie: This dude is the best character to come out of the 400 Days dlc. End of story.

Alvin: He gave me a juice box and that automatically puts him here. Real great guy but we didn’t get too into his character. Wish we could’ve, though.

Rebecca: She grew on me tbh. Didn’t like her in ep1 when she was being all pissy and all, but for the most part, she’s pretty good.

Mike: I will forever wish the writers went through with the concept of Mike being one of the guys who attacked Christa because then he could’ve had a better character backstory. Regardless, I still like him. He’s pretty funny.

Nick: Nick? Oh, you mean PURE WASTED POTENTIAL. I mean, they really did give us this super flawed but sympathetic and interesting character and kill him off-screen. They really did that. Honestly, S2 really pisses me off sometimes for the way they treated these characters. It all goes downhill once everyone escapes. Yeah, yeah, blah blah not everyone gets a meaningful death blah blah but y’know what? You can do better than that. I loved Nick and I was so excited to see what they’d do with him in the end but NOPE! Justice 4 Nick 2k19

Pete: What a good dude. He stuck by Clementine’s side even when everyone thought she was bit. Love him. Wish we saw more of him.

Sarah: Ha. Ha. PURE WASTED POTENTIAL 2.0. What else needs to be said? This girl had the foundation for a great character but again, NOPE! I really liked Sarah! I wanted to teach her to use a gun to protect herself! The loss of her father fucking broke her and it was hard to watch but I wanted more and just ahaklsdjlaskjdlkakjaskjsaadkljas ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-

Ava: Yo. Ava’s a fucking gorgeous badass. Really liked her and how she was sweet on Clementine. Also, it’s interesting that she stuck by David’s side like that.

David: I have a lot of mixed feelings about David. On one hand, the complicated relationship between him and Javier is good, even if it’s a little bullshit at times. On the other hand, David’s an asshole. But he’s a great antagonistic character. I do love that about him. The shit with him and Kate was a little annoying, but only because they didn’t ever elaborate on anything. On what level was the marriage fucked? Was it straight-up abusive? What happened to David’s first wife? Why did Kate and David get married in the first place? I got questions! But, like Javier, I think David deserved a better game with better writing.

Jesus: This dude parkour kills walkers. Pretty fucking badass.

Tripp: I feel like I don’t like Tripp as much as some people. I like him fine, but I know a lot of folks gush about him. I think he’s a good dude, a little pushy with Eleanor, but he’s loyal and strong.

S2 Lilly: I fucking hate Lilly. I hate her so goddamn much. She pushes every wrong button with her bullshit “Where's our new recruits?? Lee would be so disappointed knowing he taught you all the wrong things! You’re one of my people now, Clementine” AND THE GODDAMN “Yes, Ma’am” SHIT. Nothing irks me more than every time someone from the delta acts like Lilly’s the baddest bitch and call her “Ma’am” I HATE IT AND I HATE HER. SHE KILLED MITCH. SHE KIDNAPPED MY CHILDREN. SHE DARES TO TRY AND HURT LOUIS LIKE HE’S NOTHING. AND I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT HER....... That being said, y’all are probably thinking “wtf if you hate her so much why isn’t she in F tier???” and that’s because no other antagonist in these games has ever gotten this strong of a reaction out of me. Lilly is a damn good antagonist. She’s not perfect, and there are definitely things I would change or add, but she does her job and makes me absolutely livid [yeah yeah I know ha ha ha ha] every time she’s on screen doing her bullshit. I hate her and that counts for something. She’s easily the best “villain” in the entire series.

Ruby: I love my funny little hot-headed medic. Ruby’s amazing and I love her.

Willy: This kid really grew on me. I thought he was weird and creepy at the beginning but I adore him now. His brotherly relationship with Mitch should’ve been explored more, and at times his voice acting is kind of jarring, but I still love him.

“You’re fine, I guess...”

Duck: He’s fine. I like Duck. I like the “what if” scenarios we’ve come up with surrounding his character, and his death always puts a lump in my throat, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to say I love him, y’know?

Doug: Again, he’s fine. He has some funny moments when you save him, and he’s got a cool little panda bear on his sweater but... yeah. He’s okay.

Mark: Oh hai Mark. He’s cool, and the reason he’s not lower is because the iconic moment of finding him in the hidden room with his legs chopped off choking out the words “Don’t... eat... dinner” forever haunts my nightmares.

Russell: I’m not a big fan of most of the playable 400 Days characters, but I think if I had to pick a favorite, it’s Russell. His backstory of being with the group that believed in the power of 7′s [I think it was 7 I dunno going off of memory here] was cool and his weird thing with Nate was fun and disturbing. He’s a pretty cool character.

Carlos: I’ve made posts about Carlos before and how I think he had a lot of potential, but looking strictly at his role in the game and I’m left underwhelmed. I did get a lot of shit for where I placed him in my previous tier because he was [and still is] above S2 Kenny but I’m not going to lie and say I like Kenny more than him because... I don’t. I just think Carlos should’ve been given more development.

Carver: A cool antagonist who was defeated waaaaaay too early in the game. They were doing a fantastic job at making me hate him with his treatment of Clementine, beating the shit out of Kenny, murdering Alvin and pulling all that shit with Rebecca, but killing him off so quickly didn’t make it feel as satisfying. Again, underwhelming.

Sam: This pup betrayed me and he ain’t no Rosie, but we played frisbee so he gets a C I guess

Gabe: Y’know, Gabe could’ve been so good. But every time I play through ANF, he ends up annoying me more than Ben. What does that tell you? He’s fine, but he could’ve been a lot better.

Mariana: I’m not so much “meh” on Mari because I think she’s sweet and likable! The problem is I don’t want to put her any higher because really? What did she do? She died horribly because Badger’s a piece of shit.

Abel: Meh this guy’s garbage. I only put him up a little higher because the scene with him in the basement is really good.

Brody: Brody is like the Mariana of S4 for me, just a bit better. I do like her. She had some development but her whole purpose was to die by Marlon’s hand and get the plot going. Would’ve loved to learn more about her, but I couldn’t give her anything higher than a C.

Minerva: Controversial opinion but........ I don’t like Minerva as much as a lot of people do. If I could be brutally honest, if I were ranking these characters solely on how I feel about them without looking at their roles in the games and character development, Minerva would be in E tier at the highest. However, I can’t deny how tragic and complex her character and backstory is. It’s similar to how I feel about Lilly, but different. I think she’s just so fucked up from the delta that she’s become a husk of who she was and it results in her constantly pissing me off with all her shit. Also, the bridge scene alone bumps her up. That shit was crazy in a good yet tragic way.

Omar: At one point, I forgot Omar existed until he got shot in the leg...... but he’s also God so y’know. I like him but I also had to make up my own little backstory for him so...

“Meh”

S1 Lilly: I don’t care about S1 Lilly in the slightest, she’s awful. They made her way more compelling in S4. And she killed my girlfriend which is bullshit on it’s own.

Jolene: If I could rewrite S1, I would’ve thrown out the Stranger and had Jolene be the kidnapper. As Danny said, “What a waste.”

Bonnie: She’s pretty disappointing, tbh. I didn’t like how the game help pushing her onto Clem and overall she’s pretty forgettable.

Vince: He’s okay, I guess. He killed a dude one time. And shot a guy’s foot off.

Wyatt: “Meh” hahaha Eddie was a cooler character than he was

Jane: I wish Jane had been the Molly of S2 and stayed gone after she left the first time. I like that she taught Clementine some useful survival tactics and that’s what puts her on this tier, but I think we all know how I feel about the whole Jane vs. Kenny thing by now so...

S2 Kenny: This Kenny actually moved up a tier because I fully took in everything he’s been through thus far and.... “Meh.” I don’t think he’s good for Clementine, I think she and AJ need a group like Wellington. I recognize that he’s a lot of people’s favorite, but like I said above in his S1 counterpart, I’m the 10% that doesn’t have that strong of an opinion on him. I’d much rather discuss other characters over him.

Sarita: Forgettable, really. Except for when you get the chance to cut her hand off. That fucking scream of hers is anything but forgettable, yeesh.

Walter: Again, mostly forgettable. His death was sad, and I do think he’s a good example of what happens when you’re too trusting in this world, but overall he doesn’t stand out to me.

Kate: I probably would’ve liked Kate more if her romance wasn’t so damn forced. She has some funny lines, but she’s also pretty selfish and fickle when it comes to a lot of things. And I will forever be annoyed at her inability to keep her mouth shut about her and Javi’s relationship [or lack of] in front of David.

“I don’t like you but you’re not the absolute worst, I guess...”

Danny St John and Brenda St John: I put these two together because they have the same issue: They’re fucking creepy. Where Andy was normal and deceiving, these two look like they want to cut my legs off and eat them. I think they’re much weaker in character than Andy was, even with Danny’s weird sexual fixation of his gun and Brenda talking about her husband.

Vernon: He’s not the absolute worst because I do feel a little sympathy for him losing his daughter, but everything else just makes me not like him.

Shel and Becca: Easily my two least favorite characters in 400 Days. I had no real interest in either of them.

Arvo: This guy. I didn’t put him in as the absolute worst because of all the unnecessary shit Kenny put him through. No wonder he wanted to get the hell outta there.

Clint: I literally couldn’t give a single shit about this dude or what happens to him.

Eleanor: I don’t like Eleanor. I found her annoying. Her one good quality is her want to help people, but that want didn’t do much to help Tripp now did it, Eleanor.

“The absolute worst”

Larry: Did you expect anything else? Fuck this guy.

Stranger: Worst final antagonist ever. You’re telling me I have to fight this Mister Roger’s tootsie pop? I’ll bet you $1 I can do it with one hand. Fuck this guy.

Troy: Fuck Troy. All he does is smack Clementine around and then get shot in the dick.

Joan: This lady is a laughably bad antagonist. The worst fucking “villian” jfc...

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There ya have it. Do you agree, disagree? Maybe a character I found boring you really liked! Maybe you want to tell me why Kenny is the best/worst again! We can discuss it.

I’m always open to talking about these characters!

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prettyyoungtragedy · 7 years ago

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“It’s Complicated” (3)

Request by @fandomsfor-days - Hey love! I don’t know if you’re requests are open but I was wondering if you could do a reader insert with either Bucky where the reader is just a normal person/ doesn’t know the avengers and is completely oblivious and always seems to find herself in trouble. (Like in the middle of Hydra business or alien business) and Bucky notices every time. At first he thinks she might be like a bad guy but soon realizes they just have bad luck. I’m sorry if this sucks. Love your writing!

Summary: You lead the most normal life on planet earth, completely oblivious to the world of Avenging that rages around you until you are suddenly thrust into it with the Winter Soldier and an unexpected photo, and now you are the center of a plot that you don’t even want to be a part of.

A/N: I was laughing at myself the whole time I wrote this, I don’t even know what was going through my brain lol. BUT I hope you guys laugh as much as I did with the ridiculousness of this fic! Drop me some feedback, I LOVE hearing what you guys think! good or bad! :D

Also If you want to be tagged, please send me an ASK, I usually miss the comments asking to be tagged! :) THANKS!

Characters: Avengers!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Swearing? and yeah

Falling is such a hard feeling to describe, its the rush of the air passed your face and the lurch of your heart, every nerve, muscle, fiber of your being all seizing up at once from the panic of loss of balance and gravity.

And as you tumbled out that window, that was just it. An indescribable feeling. Your eyes wide with terror when you felt Bucky Barnes shove you out that window. You plummeted, that was the correct word, towards the concrete only to be grabbed around the waist by a pair of strong arms.

Your screaming didn’t stop when he sets you down, The Falcon that is. You screamed and collapsed on all fours, feeling your knees and the palm of your hands scraped raw on the concrete beneath you, gasping for air and shaking violently from fright and mostly shock. An EMT rushes to your side,

“Ma’am, Ma’am are you okay?” He asks hurriedly, he looks at Sam for an explanation.

“She’s in shock.” Sam said, hoisting you up by your shoulders. You leaned against him, trying to steady your breathing. You look down at your bloodied palms, and your now ruined dress.

“Window, he fucking…” You gasped, “Shoved me out the mother fucking window.”

The EMT frowned at you, “Who did?” He asked.

“That fucking fuck avenger.” You gasped and Sam laughed,

“She’s just in shock from the fall.” He said to the EMT who nodded understandingly, “You’ll be fine darling.” Sam said to you, patting you on the back before he took off once more. There’s the sound of more bullets hitting metal and concrete and shouts. Glass is shattering somewhere behind you but you are somewhat paralyzed in place as teh EMT looks over you.

There's a flurry of people around you and you see Steve Rogers walking people out of the building, wielding his shield all self righteous and shit, quickly shoving yourself away from the EMT who was trying to attach a drip to your arm. You were about to head over to Steve and have some choice words with him when you were suddenly dizzy and fainted on the spot.

The rapid flashes of lightning lit up the city every few seconds as the torrential downpour continued. It had been two days since the Hydra attack on the Senate dinner, there were a few fatalities and casualties but the Avengers had managed to save the day once more with minimum damage inflicted.

Bucky sat on the couch in the darkness, enjoying the peace and quiet that the night brought but once again that was rudely interrupted by Steve who stormed into the living room, followed by Sam who was looking like he had just been reprimanded.

“Did you shove a civilian out the window, Bucky?” Steve half yelled at him.

Bucky looks up from the array of S.H.I.E.L.D files before him, with a frown on his face. “What?” He snaps irritably at Steve, it was almost one in the morning, why Steve and Sam were even awake was beyond him and they were ruining his peace while he tried to get some work done.

“Did you shove that photographer out the window at the Met?” Steve repeated and Bucky’s hardened gaze fell onto Sam who avoided his gaze.

“You snitch bitch!” Bucky exclaimed at Sam , getting up from his seat.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t say anything! Someone got the whole thing on camera, its all over the news!” Sam shot back, throwing his hands in the air.

“Fuck Bucky!” Steve exclaimed, kicking a nearby chair sending it sprawling across the room. “You’re going to get into trouble one of these days! You’re so reckless!”

Bucky pulled a face at Steve, “Okay, chill out Dad.” he said sarcastically, gesturing at him with his metal arm, “She lived. I saved her life, but go off I guess”

“By throwing her out a window?” Steve said, “This footage was front and center on the fucking news!”

“I’m the Winter Soldier, I don’t know what you expected, I’m not a hero.” Bucky shrugged, and dropped back into his seat. A little cockily, he was rather proud of that moment and he’d seen the footage, it looked fucking cool.

Sam stifled a laugh beside Steve, He and Bucky had already spoken about how cool that moment was and how dope Sam looked swooping in and saving her life. Steve threw a look at Sam and then at Bucky,

“You are going to apologize to her.” Steve stated.

“Fuck, no. Steve don’t make me do that!” Bucky groaned,

“Yeah man, Bucky saved her life, he shouldn’t apologize.” Sam added,

“I don’t care, they can sue us. You’re sending her an letter of apology.” Steve retorted, then whirled around very dramatically and stormed off. “You two are nothing but trouble together!” Steve called out as he stormed away.

The moment Steve was out of sight, Sam was jumping around excitedly like a schoolgirl, and Bucky had a big grin on his face.

“That footage is so dope!” Sam said excitedly, fist bumping Bucky.

Bucky grinned at his friend, “I know right!” He said, just as excitedly pumping his fist in triumph at the moment.

The aftermath of what had happened at the Senate dinner was all over the news. Every channel covering the developing story about the terrorist organization Hydra. Will had gone out on a limb to make sure that WC got the first scoop on a lot of the stories and it had been a week now since the dinner.

You were seated in your office, leaning your head in the palm of one of your hands, it was your first day back since the dinner. You still had bandages on your arms, and had to get a few stitches here and there but you were kind of just glad you were alive. The nightmares were still occurring about you falling from that window, and you woke up almost every night screaming in fear from the memory of it.

There were flowers and get well soon cards all over the office, the smell of the different flowers coating the air with a sickly sweet smell and it irritated you. You needed to get out of this office. With a sigh, you grabbed your laptop and camera and headed for the door.

Just as you opened it, Kate the secretary stepped in front of you.

“Hi Y/N.” She said cheerfully, much to your annoyance. She held a large bouquet of red lilies in a crystal vase in her arms.

“Hey,” You replied and before you could excuse yourself she started talking again.

“These came for you, with this note.” She practically shoves the note and the flowers into your hands, and you almost dropped it but steadied it quickly.

“Kate, I’m on my way out.” You tried to say but for some reason she wasn’t listening to you. She started babbling on about how everyone was so worried about you and you were so missed around the office, and you sighed.

“Ok thank you Kate.” You eventually cut into her babbling and she stopped talking. You threw her a tight smile and then turned back into your office to set down the flowers. You were going to discard the card, but the emblem on the envelope made you pause.

It was that damned blue A, the Avengers insignia.

“Fuck me.” You sighed, and ripped open the envelope, pulling out the letter that was inside.

‘Dear Miss Y/L/N.

I James Buchanan Barnes, would like to formally apologize for the incident that took place at the Senate Dinner. It was mighty wrong of me to throw you out of the window even if it was to save your life. Please accept these flowers as my humblest apology and know that I am only here to protect and serve as an Avenger and a fine upstanding citizen of this great city of New York.

With all the regards in the world

A very sorry Winter Soldier’

“Well shit.” You muttered, “This smug son of a bitch.”

You looked at the flowers and then had a sudden spark of anger fly through you. You grabbed them out of the vase and threw them angrily into the trash. very dramatically stomping your foot into the trashcan as if to kill the flowers dead.

That fucking bastard Winter Soldier had practically traumatized you with his antics and now had the nerve to send you a bunch of flowers and a sarcastic apology note and think it was okay.

Grabbing a pen off the desk, and a piece of paper you scribbled out a quick message. Then put it in an envelope and titled it to James Buchanan Barnes. Placing it on Kate’s desk and asking her to send it to the Avengers Tower before the end of the day.

And then you escaped the office, out into the city, in an attempt to distract your mind from your work.

Bucky was in the gym working out, he was completely zoned out to his surroundings as he repeatedly slammed his fists into the sandbag before him. Its was a methodical movement, two to the left, one to the right. Then he would switch it up again and again and again.

He had been going at this for over an hour, his heart rate remaining steady. Fists drawn to his face, un-gloved, unprotected. He didn’t care, the contact to his skin made him feel alive. Sweat dripping down the sides of his face, matting his hair.

Everyone in the tower knew when Bucky was in the gym to stay the out of it. It was his haven, and he hated having his haven disturbed. There had been a few times when an unknowing intern had ventured into the gym, only to come face to face with a hulking angry super soldier and they would run out fearing for their lives.

So when one of the secretary’s walked into the gym, clutching the envelope that had been specifically ordered to be hand delivered to him, she was already nervous. Pausing briefly she was left speechless as she saw him. Bucky’s back was to her, his hulking figure was shirtless and dripping in sweat, the muscles in his back rippling as he moved his fists against the sandbag.

She stepped closer and he immediately stopped moving, slowly turning around to face her. And she almost squealed, he had a murderous look in his eyes when he cast his gaze over her.

“What do you want?” Bucky snapped at her.

“Uh..Uhh..” She stuttered, swallowing nervously. His eyes go to the letter she is clutching, his name clearly written on the title.

“I am assuming that is for me?” He said, holding out his metal arm for her to give him the letter.

The secretary nods rapidly, and her gaze goes to his ridiculously toned torso, the muscles in his abs are taut and defined. Little drops of sweat rolled over them and she was entirely too attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be, he looked like a greek god.

“So do you want to give me the letter or?” Bucky said raising his eyebrows at her, snapping her out of her staring.

“Oh sorry.” She squeaked and then quickly handed him the letter, blushing furiously before she turned and practically ran out of the gym.

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head, before he looks down at the envelope in his hands. Frowning he flips it over a few times, its just titled James Buchanan Barnes, no forwarding address nothing.

This makes him suspicious.

Tearing it open in one swift motion, he pulls out the folded piece of paper inside and unfolds it. His eyes scanning across the writing scribbled on it, once twice thrice. Before he burst out laughing.

The note read:

‘Mr James Buchanan Barnes, you must an an absolute cuntknuckle if you think sending me flowers and a fucking note is going to make up for the fact that you fucking threw me out of a window. I could have died, in fact my fucking soul left my body and I was fucking positive I was going to die. Fuck you and fuck your flowers, which by the way I threw in the fucking trash. Don’t contact me again, and I hope you fall off a building soon.

Fuck you, fuck your sarcastic letter of apology and fuck your metal arm that bruised my chest. You absolute fucking dickhead.

With absolutely the worst regards in the world, (Because I truly hope you are miserable)

Y/N Y/L/N’

Three days later

The rain had come again, it was late afternoon when the torrential downpour had arrived and you were sitting in a booth in a coffee shop near your apartment. Looking through the photos from the Senate dinner, you had to prepare them for the editors. you had headphones in and the music drifting through them drowned out the sounds around you. You were entirely engrossed in your work, that you didn’t notice him slip into the seat in front of you.

Bucky watches you for a moment with an amused smile, you hadn’t noticed him yet. So he reaches over and flicks one of your headphones. The motion scares the ever living crap out of you.

You are startled back to reality , and almost scream out “What the fuck.” When you see the Winter Soldier sitting before you. A few heads in the coffee shop turn towards you and you blush furiously. Bucky leans back in the seat, and smug smirk on his face.

“Well hello there.” He said.

“What the fuck!” You snapped irritably at him. Your heart was pounding in your chest from the fright you had just received and from the fact that well, the Winter Soldier was sitting before you. Someone who you had hoped to almost never see again.

“I need to talk to you.” Bucky said, that smug smirk still on his face.

“How the fuck did you find me?” You asked, looking around.

“Irrelevant.” He replied, “I need to speak to you.”

“No you don’t.” You retorted, gathering up your items. Violently shoving your laptop, phone and other items into your black leather tote. “Goodbye.”

Then you stood up and began to march out of the coffee shop and into the rain, behind you , you hear Bucky sigh and get up following you out of the coffee shop. How he had found you, or even knew where to look sort of freaked you out.

The rain almost immediately wets you and you shield your handbag by throwing your parka over it. Not wanting the contents to get wet. It was really stupid of you to go out in the rain like this but your apartment wasn’t very far and you wanted to get away from him.

“Come on, I just want to talk.” His voice is suddenly behind you.

“Go away man, I don’t even know you, fuck!” You snapped, and sped up your steps but he kept up with you easily. Of course he did, he was a fucking super soldier.

“Accept my apology and I’ll go away.” Bucky said, and you skidded to a halt, whirling to face him. Your sudden movement startling him slightly.

The rain was pouring over the two of you and you were entirely soaked at this point. “No, I don’t accept your apology, you pushed me out of a window. I have nightmares about it so you can fuck right off. Whatever guilty conscience you suddenly have, you can shove it up your ass because I don’t care.Goodbye Mr Barnes, and stay the fuck away from me.” You snapped, it was rather unnecessarily rude of you but you couldn’t help it. The fall from the window had really messed you up.

Bucky’s whole face changed when he heard you say you had nightmares from the fall, up until that moment he didn’t feel guilty for pushing you out the window. He was only here because Steve was forcing him to apologize in person when he saw the note you sent. But now he realized it had been a lot more traumatizing for you then he had intended.

He opens his mouth to say something but you had already begun to storm off through the rain. And he knew it was best to just let this one go, there was more to this than a simple apology. So standing in the rain, he watches as your figure hurriedly retreats away from him, and he can’t help the guilt that settles in his chest.

The force with which you slammed the door when you walked into your apartment, could have shaken it off its hinges. The bang echoed through your apartment, as you angrily went about wrenching off your wet clothes and stomping off your boots.

Who the fuck does he think he is, you thought angrily as you tossed your bag onto the counter, and headed half naked to the cupboard where you kept all the booze. Grabbing a glass from the shelf and the bottle of whisky, you angry stomped your way across your apartment and into your bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind you.

You took a quick shower to warm up before you settled in front of your laptop, and for some reason had taken to researching the Winter Soldier, fuck you hated the guy and all of those Avengers. They seemed like pompous assholes. But soon, you got lost in a maze of articles, and stories, and different websites with hundreds of photos of him.

There was one name that kept coming up synonymous with his name, Hydra. You were reading through an article about him, when the phrase caught your eye.

Hail Hydra.

You paused for a second and frowned, where had you seen that phrase before. Wracking your brain, you repeated it again and again to yourself hoping to jog your memory. You take a sip of whiskey from the glass in front of you, grimacing slightly as the brown liquor burns down your throat, you really should stop drinking this shit.

Then it hits you like a freight train, almost spitting out your mouthful of whiskey. You scrambled upright in your chair and frantically scrolled through your laptop. Opening the photos from the Senate dinner, you scrolled through them quickly. Until you reached the photos of Senator Stern and Jasper Sitwell.

You scrunched up your face at the images and enhanced them on your screen. Lipreading through pictures was no easy feat but you were a professional as you scrolled repeatedly between four images you had taken within seconds of each other.

Scrutinizing the images, you were positive they were saying Hail Hydra. “Fuck me.” You muttered as it dawned on you that they might be Hydra. This was so much bigger than you, but you were curious now and decided you needed to do a little more investigating of your own before you turned this information over to the authorities. After all, you could be wrong.

Across town, Bucky paced the length of his room at the tower. In his hand is a sleek black tablet, he is reading through the latest mission report. But your words are playing on his mind, he can’t help it. Your words hit home the second he heard nightmares, it was over for him. He was going to do anything to fix it, he had to. It became an obligation. Yeah he didn’t know you from two blue bars of soap, but there was still an intriguing sense about you.

“Yo, Buck.” Sam’s voice comes through the door as he knocks on it. “You want to go get food?”

Bucky tosses the tablet onto the bed and opens the door. “Yeah.” was all he said to Sam as he walked out of the room. Sam falling into step beside him.

“Whaddya wanna get?” Sam asked, as the pair got into one of the sleek black Mercedes that was in the massive basement garage of the tower.

“Pizza?” Bucky suggested.

Sam shook his head, “Nah, I had pizza for lunch.”

“Shawarmas?” Bucky said with a sigh. This was a conversation he and Sam had every single day, food.

“No Steve and Tony had shawarmas for lunch and it just put me off because Tony kept talking about yeast infections while we were eating.” Sam said pulling a face.

Bucky looked over at Sam in the passenger seat and pulled a face, “What, how the fuck do those two even...You know what nevermind.” He shook his head, “What about Tacos?” Bucky asked as hit the push to start button in the car and the engine purred to life.

“Yes. Tacos sounds like a plan.” Sam said with a satisfied nod.

The pair drive half way across Manhattan for tacos from their favorite place. Taking a seat in one of the dark pleather cushioned booths of the richly decorated Mexican restaurant, Bucky pulls his baseball cap lower, even though it’s almost dark out and the rain is still torrenting outside, he wears the cap. It’s sort of a precaution, or a natural habit now to hide his face. He wears all black as usual, black jeans, black tshirt, black hooded sweatshirt over that. Everything black, always. It was his color.

Sam on the other hand wears bright colors, light grey shirt, blue jeans and red sweater jacket. He’s always calm and cocky when they go out, he flirts with the waitress, signs autographs for kids who recognize him. They’re always scared of Bucky, throwing nervous glances at him as they wait for Sam to take a photo with him.

“Thanks sweetcheeks.” Sam said with a wink, grinning at the waitress as she placed two beers in front of him and Bucky. She flashed him a flirtatious grin and touched his shoulder before she walks away from the table, sashaying her hips as he stares after her.

Bucky chuckles, “You’re a fool.” He said, taking a sip of the crisp cold beer. It won’t have an effect on him but he still enjoys the taste of it.

Sam shrugs at Bucky’s comment with a grin, “You could have all the ladies too, if you just dropped the brooding bad boy act.”

“I get the ladies just fine the way I am.” Bucky said.

“Oh yeah, when was the last time you got laid.” Sam snorted.

“Couple weeks ago actually.” Bucky replied, coolly.

“Okay, she doesn’t count because I lined that up for you.” Sam laughed. Bucky laughed as well, he couldn’t help it, Sam was his wingman in a weird way. The two of them had become compatriots both in the Avengers team and in life. Sam walked him through life in 21st century, taught him how to pick up women in this decade and how to flirt, taught him movies and music. With Steve’s help of course, but it was simple and easy to hang out with Sam. He would almost consider him his brother in arms.

“Doesn’t matter, I still got laid.” Bucky said.

“Yeah yeah,” Sam chided, “How’s the investigation going?” He asked, as he draws a long draught from his drink.

“There are too many files to get through to come to any conclusions. Natalia has been data mining files with me but a lot of it has encryptions so it doubled our time on this case.” Bucky replied. “We have suspects but nothing conclusive yet.”

“How are you after the Senate situation?” Sam asked. He knew how Bucky dealt with his PTSD as much as he tried to hide it and pretend he was fine.

“Fine.” Was Bucky's short reply.

“And the situation with the girl you flung out of the window?” Sam laughed.

“It’s complicated.” Bucky sighed and rubbed his jaw tiredly.

“Steve still on your case about getting her forgiveness?” Sam asked.

“Yup, the righteous mother fucker.” Bucky grumbled.

Sam was about to answer when the waitress reappeared with their food. She places the plates piled with tacos in front of the two hulking men and asks them if they need anything else.

To which Sam responds no and she leaves them be.

You’re drunk, obviously you’re drunk. You had drank half the bottle of whiskey and then fell asleep on the couch. But that’s when the nightmares started again.

‘You’re free falling, plummeting to the ground. From higher up this time. No matter how hard you tried to scream you couldn’t get the words out. You’re flailing, hands reaching for something, anything to grab on to save yourself. You can see thr gorund rapidly approaching you as you free fall and then...you hit the ground’

Jolting awake from your dream, you gasp for air and clutch your chest in fright. you were shocked awake covered in a cold clammy sheen of sweat. It takes you a few moments to gather yourself in you slightly still drunk state.

It’s cold and wet outside when you pulled on your coat and boot and stepped out onto the hard concrete of the sidewalk. The fresh cold air hitting you, immediately waking you up, and calming your mind. Pulling the zipper of your sweatshirt up, you walk across the street to the nearby Irish pub

As you reach the door to the pub, you’re about to grab the handle and pull it open when it suddenly swings at your face. You weren't expecting the movement and the door hits your square in the side of the head. You dropped like a bag of bricks, completely dazed from the knock the hard wooden door had given you.

Your hand immediately goes to the side of your head, clutching it. You can feel the wetness from the blood there, already seeping through your fingers. “What the fuck.” you groaned, your vision swimming.

“Are you fucking shitting me!” A gruff voice groans as they crouched down over you, to see if you were okay and you look up at the assumed person who hit you in the head with the door.

It is none other than, James Buchanan Barnes, the fucking Winter Soldier. And of course next to him is is pal, Sam Wilson, the Falcon.

Fucking Avengers, you thought as your gaze fell over them.

“Here, let me help you.” Bucky said, moving his hand towards the now open gash on your head. How hard had he fucking pushed the door open, he wondered.

“Ugh, don’t fucking touch me.” You snapped, shoving his hand away from you. He draws it back with a sigh and looks at Sam.

“Miss, can we just have a look to see if you need stitches or not?” Sam said in a kind voice, he switched places with Bucky and now knelt over you. Sam gave you a kind smile and you sighed deeply, still dazed you moved your hand away from the cut on your head and he looked at it.

“You’re fine,it’s just a little head wound.” Sam smiled at you. “Do you live close by? Or do you want us to take you to the hospital?” He asked,

“I live close by and I am sure as shit not going anywhere with you two.” You replied, and then slowly got up.

“You could have a concussion.” Bucky said. He moves his hand towards you as dizzily stumbled backwards once you were on your feet.

Swatting his hand away once more, you give them both an angry look and the proceeded to storm away from them, across the street and back towards your apartment. Sam and Bucky give each other a look and then start after you.

“Ma’am, wait” Bucky starts to say but you whirled around angrily, making yourself dizzy again and almost falling into his arms, you gripped his forearm for a moment as your equilibrium balances

“Don’t call me ma’am and oh my god, stop following me!” You exclaimed, shoving him away. Bucky fumbles with your arms as he tries to steady you. And Sam sniggers beside him at the sight of you shoving the super soldier away and him fumbling like a dumbass trying to help you but also not touch you.

Bucky sighs deeply, becoming increasingly annoyed with you, and he looks at Sam who just shrugs and raises his hands in surrender. “All you man.” He said, with a slight laugh.

Placing your hand on your head again, you walked away from the two men and back towards your apartment. There was a throbbing in your skull now, you knew you had taken quite a knock to the head and it was probably best to get it checked out but you wanted to get away from those two. They just smelled like trouble, and you were always having near death experiences around them.

Bucky and Sam watch as you disappear into the apartment building which they assume is where you live.

“I think it’s a real coincidence that we keep bumping into her.” Bucky mused, still looking at the building. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, on the sidewalk.

“I think it’s real funny that you almost broke her head with a door.” Sam laughed.

Bucky threw him a look, and shoved him lightly. “Come on, let’s go.” He said, and begins to walk away “And you better not fucking say a word of this to Steve.” He added for good measure, this just made Sam laugh.

Bucky noted the building and street name that you lived on, just for in case and future reference. He didn’t know why he did it, he just deemed it necessary in his assassin brain.

There was something about you that he couldn’t quite place his finger on it and it was starting to bug him. He had to dig deeper into your past or just your life. It sounded a little obsessive stalkerish in his mind but oh well, he didn’t care.

Bucky had an itch in the form of you and he needed to scratch it.

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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years ago

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More thoughts about DA: I so far!

I said I’d do this like a week or two ago but lol. Have mercy on me ;u;

But yeh! Just a lot of random thoughts to share about my experience so far:

EPIC

SO FUCKING EPIC OH MY G O D THIS HAS TO BEO NE OF THE MOST EPIC STORIES I’VE PLAYED OR SEEN/READ, THIS IS JUST SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO COOOOOOOOOOOL

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

*HYSTERICALLY SQUEAKING*

Honestly from beginning to the point I’m in, it’s so EPIC, like- the SUMMIT of epic!!

The story and the lore and the world are all so vast, so impossibly vast, it’s mindblowing. The writers of this are true masterminds and I must applaude all this work, they created a full whole new universe that’s real and breathes and lives. Holy. Fuck. It’s truly mindblowing and mesmerizing, I can’t even put it into words so I won’t even try.

Leliana and Cassandra, though? FUCK ME, THEY’RE GLORIOUS.

I’m SO in love with this game’s portrait of women, because there are SO MANY, and all in actual PRACTICAL and realistic armor! Like, no giant anime tiddies protected only on the nipple, it’s full armors not even shaped to make them look attractive or “like women”. And not just your companions; throughout the story, you find women enemies and allies in armor, it’s AMAZING.

I love Cassandra’s accent/voice color. I want her to fuck me. But DAMN me, I went with female elf in the end, after SO MUCH thinking about every choice (as in, gender, race, and class. I took SO LONG picking one of everything).

DO WE AGREE THAT COLE IS A MISUNDERSTOOD SOUL AND HE NEEDS PROTECC AND I LOVE HIM SO DEARLY AND SO MUCH HE JUST WANTS TO HELP DEAR COLE I LOVE YOU I’D TAKE A BULLET FOR YOU

Blackwall is charming? Like...I don’t know. I didn’t like him in a beginning but then he just. Went and spoke and FUCK HE’S CHARMING.

I really feel like praising more the lore and story-telling/writing but there’s just no putting it into words goddammit.

THE WHOLE SCENE OF THE ATTACK ON HAVEN AND THE ESCAPE TO SKYHOLD THOUGH?

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

E P I C

LIKE SOOOOOOOO EPIC THERE ARE NO WORDS ENOUGH TO DESCRIBE IT!!! BEST, MOST EXCITING, MOST EPIC CUTSCENE SO FAR AND ONE OF THE MOST EPIC I’VE SEEN LIKE HOLY SHIT, IT WAS GLORIOUSLY EPIC!!!!!! BEYOND WORDS! I STILL THINK ABOUT IT AND STILL GET ALL HYPED AND WORKED UP AND AKSLJDFAKGLJ

From the moment the attack starts I was like HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO COOL

Watching Cullen in action was GREAT, too! He gets so little screen time (in my opinion), like, he could have been given a bigger role, it’s sad to watch all his potential just standing there doing nothing. What I would give so he was a party member! But yeah, that’s why it was so cool to watch him act in that part.We’re used to Cassandra and Leliana by that point, so it was good to see Cullen in charge for once. Watch him give orders, raise the voice, command the army, GAWDS, IT STILL GIVES ME CHILLS

Surviving the whole thing was AMAZING, the thing with (I forgot the english word lkasjdlakdg) “bombing”/attacking the snow mountains to Mulan the whole thing and bury the bad guys in the avalanche was SO GLORIOUSLY EPIC.

And then Super Bad Guy appears and I was like ZOMG FUCK I AM GOING TO DIE AHA HSADJFAHDGJAD ZOMG THIS IS SO COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

I couldn’t save the people of Haven, though! I saved...the lady in charge of the...the one table that requests random things. Lady in armor? Forogt her name. Also saved Adan, I’m SO happy he made it!!! But Minaeve died lmao aah :’( And I think I lost someone else, but not sure who.

AND THEN WHEN YOU DECIDE TO GO BACK AND GIVE TIME FOR THE PEOPLE TO ESCAPE??? OMG CULLEN BEING THE ADORABLE MATURE IDIOT THAT I LOVE AND ROLLING WITH IT AKLSJDADKLGJ

AND THAT WHOLE SCENE WITH CORIPHEUS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*EXPLODES INTO A THOUSAND SNOWFLAKES*

AKSLJF KAL GJAILSJF ALKJF ALKJGALDKGJADLGKJ

BADASS

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*HYSTERICALLY SCREECHING*

IT WAS SO EPIC! SO SO DAMN EPIC OMG IT WAS SUPER COOL!!!

I wasn’t too scared of him, like, the design doesn’t look that scary. But he’s got a nice air of villain! And the way he grabs you and picks you up, and then when you fire the thing to cause the lastavalanche?

I WAS LIKE

ZOMG

HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE OH MY G O D NO WILL I JUST RUN!?!? PLS RUN LITTLE ELF YOU CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN YOU

AND THEN YOU JUMP INTO THE GROUND AND YOU

YOU ACTUALLY M A K E IT

AHA SADHGAD

*FANGASMS*

AND THE WHOLE WALK THROUGH THE SNOW DESERT episode Prompto anyone I WAS LIKEK OMG YES THIS TROPE I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS ABOUT THE HERO SURVIVING, BUT NO ONE KNOWING, AND MAKING IT THROUGH A SNOW DESERT ALONE BARELY SURVIVING BUT KEEPING ON

AND THE TROPE DIDN’T FAIL THE “HERO COLLAPSES WHEN THEY SEE THEIR FRIENDS AND THEIR FRIENDS YELLL “THERE THEY ARE!!!” AND RUN TO GO PICK YOU UP AND THEN

FUCK

FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

LIKE THE LORE AND WORLD AND UNIVERSE WASN’T MY JAM ALREADY

THEY THROW THIS AT ME!?!?!??!!?!?

PERFECT

BRILLIANT

GENIUS

I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS ONE BIT, I HAVE A SAVE JUST TO REPLAY ALL THAT SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE, THIS IS SO E X Q U I S I T E

And the best part personally is that it’s Cullen teddy bear who spots you aaah ;A; <3

And the next bit? When you wake up and the advisors are arguing. So you decide to chime in to try and ease it. But you have no idea what to say, so Mother Giselle comes in and starts singing?

And then Leliana joins?

And then Cassandra

And then CULLEN

AND THEN EVERYONE

AND EVERYONE IN CAMP GATHERS AROUND YOU AND SING THE MAIN THEME OF THE GAME AND YOU DISCOVER “OMG IT’S THE MAIN THEME OF THE TITLE SCREEN, OMG IT HAS LYRICS” AND THE WHOLE VISUALS LIKE AFTER THE TRAGEDY EVERYONE THAT SURVIVED GATHERING AROUND YOU AND SINGING AND SOLAS WATCHING IN ADMIRATION EVEN WHEN HE DOESN’T BELIEVE IN ANDRASTE/THE HUMAN RELIGION AND

GOOSEBUMPS

LITERAL GOOSEBUMPS AND CHILLS ALL OVER MY BODY, LIKE A DAMN BOLT, OM HY GOD THAT HAS TO BEO NE OF THE MOST IMPACTING SCENES SO FAR, IT JUST GIVES ME SO MUCH GOOSEBUMPS AND MAKES ME GO AKSLJF AKLGJADFLKA

*FANGASMS AGAIN*

OKAY BUT I FORGOT

THE WHOLE TIME TRAVEL THING WITH DORIAN!?!?!?!?

*sHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK*

So I went mages instead of Templars. Because ya know, it felt better? Like, yes, I know mages have done bad things before, but templars are hunting for them like they’re “things” or beasts, so I felt that it was best to support mages instead of Templars.

Okay but sidenote; I thought Cullen was going to be upset at me, like MAD. Because, you know, he used to be a Templar, and he still is so in love with the Templars and always talks so nicely and excitedly about them, and tried to encourage you to go with Templars. So I chose Mages thinking he was going to rage at me.

And what did he do? “Oh well, yes, the mages are good, they may be able to help us close the rift. They’re good allies :)”

AND I LOSE IT

CULLEN. MY DEAR. MY LOVE. MY STUPID IDIOT, I LOVE YOU.

Seriously, I’m SO IN LOVE with how mature he is. That and his shyness are what convinced me to romance him. He took it so nicely, like, he doesn’t throw tantrums or argues; he knows what’s at risk, he wants the best to turn out of everything, and when things happen, he knows to just get over it and take it to his vantage and see it in a positive way and fUCK GODS HAVE MERCY ON ME, IT WAS GREAT

OKAY SO BACK TO TPOIC

MAGES

SO YOU GO TO THIS CASTLE and well I guess you know the whole thing already lmao, SO THAT TIME TRAVEL WITH DORIAN?

FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IT WAS THE SECOND OR THIRD MOST EPIC THING IS WEAR TO THE HEAVENS DEAR LORDS AOVE IT WAS GLORIOUS!!!!!!!d

Exploring the castle alone with him wasamazing (gotta talk about orian ina sec). And when you learn you were transported a whole year into the future? I was like HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOL TRY WAITING TEN (was definitely thinking about FFXV OTL these poor babies waited so much... :( ). I felt bad finding Cassandra and Varric poisoned/consumed by the lyrium, but when you find Leliana?

LIKE HOLY FUCK WHAT DID THEY DO TO HER ZOMG SHE AGED LIKE 90 YEARS IN JUST 1 IT WAS INCREDIBLE

AND THE WHOEL SCENE OF YOUR COMPANIONS DECIDING TO GIVE THEIR LIVES TO GIVE YOU TIME!?!?!?

SO EPIC. SO FUCKING EPIC GAWDS DAMN ME, ONEO F THE DEMONS CAME THROUGH THE DOOR WITH VARRIC’S CORPSES AND IT STILL HAUNTS ME

FROM AMONG EVERYONE THEY KILLED DEAR VARRICAND I DIE

AND THEN LELIANA...PROUDLY STANDING THERE, FEARLESS, BRAVE, SO BADASS AND SO COOL, SHOOTING ARROWS WHILE PRAYING AND GIVING YOU TIME

FUCK ME

I WANTED TO GO AFTER HER BUT I ALSO KNEW I DIDN’T HAVE TO FUCK UP BUT LIKE IT WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

EPIC

*sHRIEEEEEEEK*

*EXPLODES AGAIN*

AND DORIAN!?!?!?

FUCM KE M Y HEART HE’S ADORABLE AND I’M SO ABSURDLY IN LOVE WITH HIM

I had regretted making a female avatar int hemoment I learned Cassandra doesn’t romance female. But I moved on. But when I learned Dorian only romances male??? INSTANT REGRET.

DORIAN THAT FUCKING IDIOT, I’M SO IN LOVE WITH HIM. There’s somethingabout the “guy that loves himself so much, it’s narcissistic”, because they’re fun. And like, eh’s not selfish, just narcissistic. Loves himself, but is kind and supportive. He’s so intelligent, wise, he’s so kind, he’s lots of fun, damn me, he’s elegant, and he’s a MAGE. I LOVE MAGES.

I love his voice, too. All of him is GREAT and I love him. Sassy little shit that loves himself, GAWDS. I have to romance him someday!

Also loved the whole thing with Solas when he’s like “I just casually happen to know this huge abandoned castle nearby here, maybe it can be of use c:” Solas you adorable idiot. But honestly, watching the Inquisitor and Solas lead the way to Skyhold was PHENOMENAL and so beautiful. I’m in love with snowy scenarios so I truly loved it, and Skyhold? MAGNIFICENT. A PIECE OF ART. SO BEAUTIFUL SUCH A BREATHTAKING SIGHT AKLSDJFAKDLGJ ALKFJA

The game sort of tried to incline me to romance Solas multiple times, and I for sure will do that in a second playthrough, because GODS HE’S CUTE. I love how profoundly wise and mature he is. And he has an air of melancholy that sort of attracts me, not like “ooh sexy!” but like...I want to comfort him, and love him, and clean him. He feels like such a melancolic character. Even Cole says Solas is sor tof a “sad creature” or something. It breaks my heart when Solas says bye because he says it so sadly like omg no pls ;A;

I LOVED going into the dream with him. It was just natural to go and kiss him but I didn’t aksldjdagk, I wanted to romance CUllen so badly XD But it was amazing!! And the way he asks the next day if you enjoyed your dreams, it was so cute. Solas is such a good and nice friend!!

I loved his quest rescuing his spirit friend. I felt sad in the conversation afterwards because, as I didn’t romance him, he ended the conversation with “It means I respect you profoundly, Inquisitor. And that I’ve taken too much of your time already” and left I was like NO SOLAS DARLING PLS I SWEAR INA SECOND LIFE I WILL LOVE YOU AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

But yeh. Solas is amazing.

Also, Iron Bull and Dorian are flirting and I love it. There was a point, Dorian tried to argue with him about the Qunari attacking Tevinter and he was like “So would you prefer to see me ona leash?” to which Iron Bull replied “I’d take you out for dinner first”.

Omg Bull. Omg IRON BULL OMG THAT IS PRIVATE XD And today Dorian was like “Can you PLEASE be careful with that pointy thing and not direct it towards me?” and Bull was like “Lmao kkinky”, so Dorian was like “JESUS CHRIST, I meant your weapon!”

I WANT THEM TO FUCK. if I can’t fuck Dorian, then may the Bull fuck him for me DAMMIT

Josephine is adorable and so kind. I almost romanced her, too. Talked with her at the balcony and she was all gratitudde and joy ad shyness.

Also Vivienne? First time we meet her I was like OH MY GOD SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL. OMG SHE’S GORGEOUS. SO FIRM, SO REGAL, SO MIPOSING, SO INDEPENDENT, SO BADASS.

Then at Haven when she’s finally off-mask I was like omg she’s bald AND SHE’S ROCKING THAT LOOK OMG SHE’S SO GOROUGES, LOOK AT TAHT SKIN COLOR, IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL, AND HER WHITE DRESS AND OMG I LOVE HER

And now it’s like “omg Vivienne cAN YOU PLEASE STOP! >:’(” because hahaha, BOY! She’s gorgeous and strong, but so difficult!! We just disagree morally. I’m all hero-like regarding “Everyone deserves peace/a chance/freedom, love and peace, do the right thing, spirits are friends” and Vivienne is all “WE NEED TO BE STRICT. LIKE IRON FIST STRICT. TELL THAT SPIRIT TO FUCK OFF. KILL THIS PERSON. FUCK THE MAGES” and like nooooooo!!! Vivienneeeeeeee, that’s not how you show mercy!!!!

I think she’s the only one I won’t be able to befriend...she’s disapproved of almost all that I’ve done... OTL

MORE NOTES

FIRST OF ALL

WHY THE FUCK CAN’T WE ROMANCE CULLENW ITH A MALE INQUISITOR!?!?!?! WHY. THE. FUCK

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

IT WOULD BE SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE

Also WHY CAN’T WE ROMANCE LELIANA!?!?! THAT IS A PUNISHMENT FROM THE HELLS, SHE’S AMAZING. And gay.

Also WHY THE FUCK CAN’T WE ROMANCE CASSANDRA WITH A FEMALE!?!??!?! ;^;

Also, why can’t weromance Varric with ANYONE? Honesly, he’s one of my favorites! He’s so charming, outgoing, so lighthearted. He’s so understanding and mature. I love that he has the heart of an artist and dedicates to writing. I love how he doesn’t take things personally. I love his sensibility. Honestly, he probably would have been my option 1 of romance if only he was romanceable. I’m so upset he’s not an available option!

SPEAKING OF ROMANCE

I JUST ROMANCED CULLENT ODAY AND

HONESTLY I REGRET NOTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

IT’S SO ABSURDLY ADORABLE, SUCH A VANILLA LOVE OMG IT WAS SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The reason he was my first option was because of that first reaction you get at Haven. When he goes all excited talking about protecting the weak and innocent and saving the world then he is like “Haha, sorry, I ranted and you’re not here so to hear me talk :)”

And you go “But I like your enthusiasm”. I picked that because I REALLY thought his enthusiasm was nice.

And his reaction??? HIS REATION!?!?!?!?

Like...you look at him. And you think “Oh, it’sa pretty boy. Charming and outgoing. He’ll probably just laugh it off, your casual, stereotyped Romeo”.

But???

TURNS OUT HE’S A DORK.

A DORK MADE OF SHYNESS THAT GETS EASILY FLUSTERED AND HAS NO IDEA HOW TO TALK TO OTHERS

THIS

ABSOLUTE

IDIOT

AKSJDFA KLGJA SKLDJAGL KAJDGALKDJA LKSJDA

THAT IS WHAT GOT ME

IT JUST

GOT ME

IT GOT ME SO BAD, I WAS ISNTANTLY HOOKED AS SOON AS HE CAME OUT AS THIS SHY DORK.

BECAUSE HONSTLY

THAT IS SO CUTE

I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR SHY, QUIET PEOPLE BECAUSE IT CAN BE SO CUTE AND CULLEN DIDN’T DISAPPOINT.

The way he just stared at my elf like .____. *brain death* zomg what do I do what do I say pls halp I’m lost and he just stuttered and went shy and looked away and PANICKED

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HE’S SUCH AN IDIOT

I LOVE HIM

And all throughout the courting process with him, he’s all shyness and adorableness, I swear to the gods, I AM SO WEAK

I think at some point of the War Table, he’s staring at the Inquisitor? Like, before you are the Inquisitor. Because Leliana goes “So, you were telling us.........Cullen?”, and Cullen goes all “HM? OH- AH-...YES- AH...”and talks about something else, so like. Was he daydreaming OR was something in sight range, hm?

And then at Sky hold? That ADORABLE conversation when he’s staring and staring and tries to not say bye and right before you walk away he goes with what he has been containing about “You stayed behind, at Haven. You could have...” and then he swears it won’t happen again and he’s there for you AND I DIE, GIVE ME MY FAIRY TALE VANILLA LOVE, I LOVE IT.

And stuf stuff blah blah, AND WHEN YOU FINALLY ROMANCE HIM?

HONESTLY I’M JUST SO HAPPY BECAUSE HE’S THIS SHY STUTTERING IDIOT, YOU WOULD EXPECT HIM- LIKE YOU KNOW, strong warrior archetype, with the big armor, strong and badass, you would EXPECT him to be charmming, confident, utgoing, charming, flirty. But instead? Stuttering shy idiot that gets nervous. AND HONESTLY THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO HAPPYAND INLOVE WITH HIS CHARACTER GAWDS DAMN ME IT’S SO CUTE

So when you ask him to talk alone with him, is he confident now?

NAH MAN

He just stares away, gets nervous, and stutters” I-IT’S A NICE WEATHER, ISN’T IT? AHAH” like bruh. You nervous, anxious idiot PLS KISS ME ALREADY.

And that almost-kiss. IT WAS ADORABLE. And then the kiss-kiss. EVEN MORE ADORABLE. And they even give you soft piano music, aaaahhhh, I DIE ;A;

SO YEH. LOOKING FORWARDS TO MORE, BOTH ABOUT THE WHOLE STORY AND THE ROMANCE WITH CULLEN.

I could make the one quest...Wicked Hearts, something Eyes (I’M NOT PLAYING IT IN ENGLISH I’M SORRY), I think you go to a ball? But I have this habit of trying to complete as many sidequests as I can so you know. I’m taking long and doing it slow OTL

But enjoying it!!! And anyway, I spent too long writing this and now I feel guilty alksjdfkladjga

But yeh! My experience so far! C:

Thanks for reading!

#coontalks #about dragon age: inquisition #long post #i mean i put the keep reading there but #in case it won't work in mobile or something #i feel i'm forgetting something but hey #i always forget something aklsjd klajg

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thornstocutyouwith · 6 years ago

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Name: Harper Viktor M. Quinn

Meaning of Name: Harper: “Whaler” “Harp player”, Viktor: conqueror, M....: Wouldn’t you like to know?, Quinn: counsel,

Nickname(s): Viktor

Age: 36

Birthday: June 14

Species/Nationality: Human, Irish

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: English,

Powers:

None

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Has asthma, Has a form of CVS, Allergic to chocolate, Experiences panic attacks, Easily sunburnt,

Pet: Burmilla Cat (Yami, Male)

Occupation: Astrologer-Sociologist-Author - Philosopher

Faceclaim: Cillian Murphy

Description: Has shoulder length messy (soft) black hair, that is often tied up in a way that keeps most of his hair off his neck and shoulders. His eyes are a piercing cold blue, that often will appear to hold no emotion in them. He has freckles over the bridge of nose and a couple over his lips, as well as few other spots. There are three scars over his jawline, on the right side of his face. His skin is a very pale color, his shoulders also have a considerable amount of freckled patches over them that becomes spotty the farther down his back and arms you go. He has a lean, yet somewhat strong body type. He seems more the assassin type, rather than the warrior type of body. Has a tattoo he keeps hidden.

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Glasses,

Height: 5’ 7-9"

Weight: 129

Body Build: Fit

Backstory/Background:

Past

Born to in Ireland to Irish parents, Harper grew up in an over protective home. His father, a theatre actor, insisted on his refining his artistic talents as he grew up. Teaching him not only how to also act, but how to play an instrument here and there, though not very well. He also tried to teach Harper how to use his imagination, despite the other being more than cold and detached most of the time. But over time, the young boy began to tap more into that side of himself.

His mother on the other hand, a therapist, continued on nurturing his thinker aspects. Which were a lot easier for the young boy to tap into. This bitter sweet combination between both his parents help to morph him into the person he would later become. As a child he wasn't very healthy, which made both his parents very protective of him. Though as he got older his health improved a bit. When he graduated from high school he moved to America to attend college. He has been attending college ever since, between work.

Present

Once in collage he soon met who would later be his future wife, Eleanor. The pair from the beginning seemed to get along very well for the most part. Eleanor did her damnedest to secure Harper in her clutches. Harper however, aware, didn’t mind it so much. Thinking that, in the beginning, it was a bit of harmless fun when it came to the way Eleanor behaved. However the behavior grew to become more and more dangerous.

With one day leading him to being taken to the hospital after a poisoning incident. They were due to be married a few months after this incident. With her cunning she believed she had duped Harper into forgiving her for the ‘little accident’. So the marriage remained on schedule. Soon the date had arrived and the pair were bonded. Though the excitement of nearly killing her once to be husband seemed to dull.

This prompted Eleanor over the next few years to again poison her husband, or otherwise make him ill so that she would be there to take care of him and bring him back to good health. This seemed to thrill her almost more than their own sex life had. Harper, still, tried his best to ignore it. But at times he was unable and would often let out a few frustrated comments to friends about his wife not being the person she pretended to be behind closed doors. But he would hardly ever elaborate on his comments.

Future

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Adaptable, Aware, Brave, Calm, Committed, Honest, Angry, Cold, Gloomy, Dangerous, Adventurous, Inconsiderate, Creator, Loner, Anxiety, Blunt, Bold, Complex, Finicky, Cultured, Impressive, Hard, Impious, Clever, Indifferent, Liar, Masochist, Pessimist, Rebellious, Forecful, Remorseless, Contemplative, Unpredictable, Imaginative, Leisurely, Objective, Persuasive, Capable, Withdrawn,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Believes in aliens, Has overly protective parents, Is a bullet magnet ( Mostly because of comments about Cillian always getting Shot/dying, lol), Can't swim, Can't start his day without checking his horoscope first, Is a heavy sleeper, Fidgeter, Meditates, Blogs, Plays musical instrument, Writes novels, Almost always eating some sort of candy (That isn’t chocolate), House is “organised chaos”, Always stands with feet apart, Shreds random pieces of paper/napkins when able to when bored, Bites lip when thinking, Is extremely flexible, Has a distinct accent, Can solve a Rubiks cube in under a minute, Good at hair braiding, Knows a lot of useless trivia, Always drumming on things, Absently bounces leg while sitting, Licks lips constantly, Constantly tapping fingers or feet, Likes to twiddle hair sometimes (When nervous or deep in thought.), Always has a book under arm or in pocket, Always wears something black/white/gray or purple/blue/green, Left Handed, A Cat Person, Blood Type AB,

Likes: Books, Puzzles, Fantasy, Board Games, Video Games, Horseback Riding, Astrology, Chess, Space, Fencing, Medieval history, Baking, Sailing, Bridge, Listening to music, Old sailing ships, Griffins, Pottery, Web design, Hamsters, Crystals, Ancient Greece, Wizards,

Dislikes: Constant Smokers, Drunks, techno music, clowns, Swimming, Mice, Seashells, Hiking, Ants, Opera, Comic books,

Fears: Tonitrophobia, Aichmophobia,

Personality Tests: Choleric, The Investigator, The Enthusiast, Crown/Third Eye/Navel Chakra, Neutral Good, ENTJ, Ravenclaw, Horned Serpent, Divergent, Oak - The Stabilizer, Wren, Soul Type: Thinker, Artisan, Slytherclaw, Horned Serpent/ Pukwudgie, Firebender, Team Mystic Member,

Other: Gemini,

Parent(s):

-> Father: Skylar Quinn

-> Mother: Irene Quinn

Siblings: None

Wife: Eleanor

Children: None, yet

Starters

Chat’s

Para’s

Face

Stuff

Information

Asks

All

Alternate Universes

Storm Coast AU

Greek God AU (Chaos)

Hunger Games AU

Pokemon AU

Zodiac AU

Harry Potter AU

Planet AU

Divergent AU

Jekyll and Mr Hyde AU

Norse God AU (Aegir)

Marvel AU

IT AU

Serial Killer AU

Dia Kester

AUs

#HarperQBio #Bios

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bambyeol · 7 years ago

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Unlocked (part 1)

pairing/s: park jihoon x oc genre : fluff, domestic characters: Park Jihoon, OC (Bae Riseul), Kang Daniel, Ong Seongwoo, Park Woojin, Lai Guanlin

I’m back with this second fic ! (≧▽≦)/ Pairing is the same, but I promise that I’ll expand the pairings as time goes . I’m still swamped with school works, and it’s EXAM SEASON (ಥ﹏ಥ) (and I really shouldn’t be writing honestly but lol) , but once it’s Christmas break, I’ll be fully devoting my break to writing wanna one imagines, so please bear with me for a while (｡•́︿•̀｡)

disclaimer: pictures used for the moodboard aren’t mine // I’m not the best fluff writer (I live and breath angst) , hopefully this fic meets your fluff standards __φ(．．) ....

Lastly, Unlocked will be a TWO PART fic so I hope you support this baby.

masterlist for other fanfics

prompt: your apartment is next to mine and I can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hushed tones and it won’t let me sleep so I bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops. One day turns to one week and then months, and I haven’t seen you smile in forever.. please let me in, I’ve been knocking for ten minutes now. (credit goes to: au prompts list)

song inspiration: 갖고 싶어 (I Wanna Have) by Wanna One

UNLOCKED FINAL

Park Jihoon probably remembers her as the snarky, bitchy neighbor considering that all their communications included her trying to cut his throat with threats, but to Bae Riseul’s defense, Park Jihoon is not exactly the best neighbor.

He is pretty rude . Scratch that, more like hella rude.

Because who even sings karaoke at 1 a.m with the music blaring through the walls and though she appreciates his melodic low voice, it doesn’t make up for his failure in belting (which he unfailingly does every time he tries karaoke), and then Jihoon and his girlfriend’s laughter would reverberate in the apartment, drowning in the mishaps and blunder.

Because who even decides to dance their asses off at 10 p.m. and incorporate a lot of feet movements. The vibration generated by their stomping, rustling and sweeping flowed through her apartment.

She sighed when she heard the remarkable shrill of their voice reaching the depths of her apartment again. She is used to this. Riseul even developed her sense of observation through the sounds and movement. This time, the sound that entered her apartment went by Pew pew !

Riseul sees the wall protrude a little – the nerf bullet grazing it. Enough is enough. She headed to the apartment next door.

“Mr. Park,” she breathes viciously when the tall figure of Jihoon emerged. He is holding a nerf gun and strapped on his eyes were protective glasses. “I’ve already told you.. for a millionth time that there is a right time for everything and playing nerf gun at this godly hour is not where RIGHT belongs!”

“Jihoonie !” a sweet, high-pitched voice perks, and Jihoon and shifts a little to the right. Everything blurred because there was a sudden sensation of rubber against her forehead. “Oh my,” eyes bugging out and mouth wide with shock.

Riseul closes her eyes tightly to contain the annoyance from spilling further and reopens it only to watch Jihoon stifle his laughter.

“Is there something funny?” Riseul’s eyes narrows down to Jihoon who immediately straightens up like he was being scolded by his boss. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry about our noise,” but she could still see his lips quivering and one end tugging upward.

“Look, I get it. This is a pretty cheap apartment, and I don’t want and I never will file a complaint to the landlord because that’s just going to make this more complicated, so let’s all be adults and try to settle this by ourselves,” Riseul crosses her arms, and looks at him straight in the eye before she turns back and slams the door.

The noise from Jihoon’s apartment fades away, proceeding to the bathroom for a facial but is greeted by a large red dot on her forehead. “PARK JIHOON !” Riseul cries out, rage unmodulated, and she hears from across the other room, “We’re sorry !!”

She forgives them though when they sent some baked pastries, but maybe it was also a disclaimer that they would return to their usual activities because not less than a week since that incident, Riseul hears the moving of furniture, and the uncontrollable giggling and hushed tones (Jihoon sucked at it because she still heard him saying, “Let’s make some fort with the bed.”) .

So for the next hour, she tolerated the wood scratching, toe stubs, and bickering on how to build the fort.

She likes them – despite their antics and her frequent episodes of raging into their apartment. Bae Riseul has a soft spot for them because she was the witness of their relationship, so she was always quick to forgive. Maybe they knew about it, so they keep on looping back into their childishness. Not that it matters.

They are good people who looks out for her in their own way. One time, Jihoon’s girlfriend barraged the doorbell to check Riseul’s health when she was down with a bad case of flu. Afterwards, she prepared a bowl of porridge and even prepared the medicine because she didn’t have any energy to cook nor even move from her bed.

But one day, all the noises dissolved from Park Jihoon’s apartment, and Riseul was given a proper night of rest. There were some rattling from time to time but Riseul knew that it was just clanking of metal. Park Jihoon was just cooking. There weren’t any wasted movements, no high-pitched squeal and laughter. She shrugged it off at first, and enjoyed the freedom from the disturbance, but one day turned to one week. A week turned to month, or months, and Riseul didn’t know what excuse to come up with to brush away her worries.

So, without thinking of a plan, she heads out to Jihoon’s apartment, her knocking continuous (for about 10 minutes now).. Riseul stood there freezing, and knocking and mentally debating whether to head back to her apartment, but she has already invested 10 minutes of her time and she was too prideful to call this a failed attempt.

Park Jihoon opens the door, and she breathes with relief. He scrutinizes her from head to toe before turning back to her face, “Is there any problem?” he asks with a polite smile - a smile Riseul is not accustomed with. Gone was the smile that annoyed Riseul, but puzzlingly, she misses the goofy grin that withstood whatever dose of bitchiness she threw at him. “Oh, uhm,” realizing that she didn’t plan for this after all. Riseul bites her lip with reluctance, “Would you mind having dinner with me?”

She mentally slaps herself because it was the poorest excuse she could even muster, and who would even agree to suddenly act all chummy and have dinner with the neighbor who used to tear him down? But his stare means that he is considering it, and he looks back at his own kitchen where Riseul sees a glimpse of plates dumped in the washer, unattended for a few days now (he was tidy when she was still there..) and he contemplates for a few seconds as if he was seeing someone who wasn’t there and asking for her permission.

Park Jihoon turns back, eyes a little glazed with same fake polite smile.

“Sure, I’d love some company,”

The kimchi stew boiled, and Jihoon turns off the fire while Riseul chopped the onions, minced the garlic, sliced the vegetables and marinated the meat in a way that would put professional cooks to shame. She didn’t know what he liked, and he wasn’t disclosing anything about him when she asked what he wanted for dinner.

“Anything’s fine,” he tells her, so she went with the basics – kimchi stew , chicken and bibimbap.

It is the first time she entered his apartment, but the design of his room that is akin to hers made her feel less nervous. He excuses himself, and begins decluttering the kitchen from the unwashed dishes and pointed towards the refrigerator to just get whatever she needed. She ties her hair and goes to work.

He sets up the table in silence, and sits, staring at her back while she hummed and twirled the chopsticks to the beat (Riseul forgot that she wasn’t in her apartment) . “Do you need some help?” She shakes her head before bringing the bowl along with the chicken and bibimbap.

Riseul watched Jihoon with expectant eyes because she was aware of her cooking prowess. He leans, grabs a morsel of every dish. Nervousness seeps in when she realized that this is the first time she ever cooked for another person.

And why are they not even weirded out by the turn of events?

He takes a small bite, chews for a while before his eyes lightened up. “This is good,” he affirms, fishing out more food from the serving bowls. Riseul fist pumps under the table.

“You’re not going to eat?” His eyebrows creasing with concern. Riseul raises her hands defensively. “Oh. I will eat now. Don’t worry about me,” hastily and stiffly picking up food leading to losing grip on some food. Jihoon laughs softly, and covers his mouth upon realizing.

“I’m sorry,” he tried to hide his growing smile. “It’s just. I can’t take this heavy atmosphere any more like we’re going to battle over dinner,” he places his chopsticks back on the table and let out a laugh like the one he makes whenever he was with her.

She blushes deeply when Jihoon points out her stiffness, but enjoyed how he was reverting to his old self. “Mr. Park, no elbows on the table,” she reprimands as a joke which he understood when he immediately took it off and placed his hands in a salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

They talked over the dinner and she realized that Park Jihoon is more mature despite his seeming childishness. Soon, dinner is over, and she helped clean before leading herself out of his apartment.

“Ms. Bae?” Jihoon calls out, his movements wavering, and voice marked with reluctance. She turns, her hand still on the doorknob.

“Would you mind if you continued having dinner with me?”

Riseul blinks a couple of times. Jihoon looks at her expectantly, and maybe she can sense his loneliness that built up over the past months. She shakes her head with a kind smile. “I don’t mind. Then, I’ll see you again tomorrow, Mr. Park,”

What started as one day of having dinner turned to one week, then month and finally to months. They began having rotations on the cooking, and apartment even if there really wasn’t that much difference in their apartments.

“No. That’s not how you cook it,” pushing Jihoon away from the sizzling cauldron, and she looks to her side, “Oh my God! Don’t put that!” but she is too late, and fire lit up from the pan. Riseul rushes for the baking soda and pours it all over the burning pan.

“Jihoon-ssi” She breathes calmly but menacingly. Jihoon gulps nervously, adam’s apple bobbing, and a single thread of sweat trickles down from his forehead. “What did I say again yesterday?” Riseul smiles as she raises the burnt pan.

“That I should not copy your techniques, ma’am,” Jihoon stands straight, hands tucked behind. Riseul places the pan back to the stove, “It’s okay,” and Riseul breaks into laughter. “You really thought I’d get angry ?” smacking Jihoon’s tense shoulders.

“Oh please, you’re always angry,” Jihoon retorts and Riseul feigns fake anger. “Now, I’m angry.” Jihoon reverts to his worried phase, forehead slowly showing its crease. “Anddddd. I got you, again.”

Jihoon slumps to the floor, and looks at her with shimmering eyes and pouting lips. “Please stop confusing me.” She sticks out her tongue, trying to remain unaffected with his cutesy act. For the past few months, they discovered so much about each other, and now there is growing affection inside her.

She might possibly have a crush on Park Jihoon…. How else could she explain why she finds his unbearable personality as endearing?

Park Jihoon is a Gemini because one second he’s the most inspiring, wise and mature man she has ever known, and then the next, he would point his prized nerf gun to Riseul, blackmailing her to surrender her chips in the pantry. “Riseul-ssi . You remember how red your forehead was for 3 days when the nerf bullet hit you in the forehead, right?” Riseul would glance at him before admitting her defeat by giving him the key to the chips cabinet.

Park Jihoon is a huge softie. He works at the local veterinary as assistant veterinarian even though he is the most sensitive when it came to animals. One night, Jihoon knocked at her apartment pleading that they watch a documentary about hedgehogs. Midway through the documentary, he was bawling his eyes out.

“I’m sorry, they’re just. One hedgehog died awhile ago and I just remembered Marty.” Riseul looked at him with questioning eyes. “So… You disturbed my precious day-off to bear with this 2 hour documentary just so you could open up about Marty?”

She kicked him out of her apartment, but to make up for it, she sent him cute pictures of animals to cheer him up.

Why is she so tolerating towards him again ?

“You’re grinning on your phone,” Daniel raises his eyebrows when he caught Jihoon. “And I bet you’re not realizing it.” Jihoon rotates his chair and places the phone facedown. “What were you saying?” Seongwoo peeks from the doorway, eyes growing larger with fascination. “I told you so!” Seongwoo shouts to Daniel. Jihoon looks at them, tilting his head unable to understand what the two have betted on this time. Daniel leaves the room to tend to the store, eyes crinkling, too amused. Jihoon rolls his eyes, and scrolls through his phone again.

“Chicken and beer?” Riseul texted. “Your treat? (✧ω✧)” “What? No. (‡▼益▼)” “Who poured one whole pack of chili pepper again to the dinner and messed with my stomach as a prank? (」°ロ°)」” “Ok. Fine, wink boy. My treat later, but you’ll still be coming home crying and drunk,” “At least my wallet wouldn’t be empty and crying, [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅] ”

The bell attached on the front door jiggled and Jihoon leaves the room next to the store to attend to the new customer. Upon arriving, he finds Seongwoo silent and Daniel tapping the shoulder of the black-haired man, leading him out of the store. Jihoon raises his eyebrow, and gets a better view of the guest.

“Jihoon-ah,” she smiles softly. “May I have some of your time?” Jihoon finds himself nodding.

Riseul enters the restaurant and reserves for the table near the cashier. Jihoon and Riseul are frequent customers of the restaurant just 5 minutes away from the train station that boasts of delicious braised ribs, chicken feet and blood sausage, but more than that, their liquor is cheap, and for Jihoon and Riseul who agreed to hold their Friday dinner as a liquor day, the restaurant was perfect.

“Gonna order now. Hurry up, I’m hungry (」°ロ°)」” “Coming soon, mad dragon 🐲 “ “Childish piglet ヽ( ˋ(00)´ )ノ” “How dare you ! Σ(□_□) (°ㅂ°╬)ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ Fite me.”

She catches herself grinning, and mentally scolds herself for it. Park Jihoon’s childishness doesn’t equate to affection. It is natural for him to act that way to everyone (though she isn’t exactly sure of that because she hasn’t seen him interact with others apart from her…) …

It has been an hour since he texted her, and Riseul tapped the table impatiently. The table has already been laden with the food, and hungry is an understatement. She is famished. She is about to text Jihoon another text when she notices him breezing in the entrance.

She waves to him, and motions him to walk faster, and he smiles back and mouths off, “I’m sorry, I’m late.” Riseul’s stomach does a double flip. All her immunity to Park Jihoon has been chipped off.

“Hard day at work?” she rests her head on top of her knuckles standing on the table.

He pauses for a moment and scratches his neck “Got sidetracked a bit.” He pulls a chair in front of her and sits. “Let’s eat now?”

Riseul sips on the 6th bottle of soju, and notices Jihoon wobbling, eyes fluttering messily in what seems to be an attempt to keep his consciousness. She sets down the bottle deciding that it was time to go back before he even starts to become a sobbing mess (which is Riseul’s frequent predicament when she drinks with Jihoon)

“Let’s go home?” she bends her knees as she talked with Jihoon like that of an adult talking to a child. Jihoon stretches his arms wide, and shakes his head, eyes closed.

“Carry me?” he pleads, and Riseul wanted to spit the soju she just drank because of how ridiculous the situation is.

“I can’t do that. I’ll hold your arm instead,” she tries to speak with an understanding tone. Jihoon pouts but accepts her suggestion. They walk out of the restaurant and begin the long trek towards the apartment.

“Riiiiseeeulll – sssii,” Jihoon stops, and turns to her while tilting his head as if he was in deep thought. “Whyyyy are youu so uptight?” he peers, pointing accusingly as he slurred.

She shakes her head, used to the situation she found herself in. Park Jihoon is an annoying drunk because he always makes fun of her, of her voice, her attitude, her inability to become intoxicated. Everything in general. She knows, Jihoon means no harm with his words, so she tolerates it every time.

“You’re drunk, Jihoon-ssi.”

Jihoon breaks free from Riseul’s hold, and walks a few steps back laughing as he falls to the ground. “Seeeee. Youu are uptighttt. Iff you weerren’t, thenn youu’d be calling meee Jihoon-ahh or Jihooniee.”

“Heyyyy, callll my nameee… Jihoooniieee” he tugs her clothes when she approaches him, but she steels herself to not fall further.

“I don’t see why I should,” but of course that’s a lie. She wants to call him like that- filled with affection, but one-sided emotions aren’t ideal and she’ll just hurt herself in the process.

“Youu like me though,” he pouts and her heart thunderously beats. “I’mmm perfecttt afterrr all!” he shouts his proclamation. Two, Park Jihoon is a narcissistic drunk. He laughs, but tears were forming on his eyes. It is starting. The most annoying phase of Jihoon’s intoxication.

“Why are you so uptight?” he sobs. “And you’re always angry,” he hiccups. “Call mee Jihooonieee already so I can call you Riseullll,” he wails like a petulant child.

Between controlling the heat that spread across her cheeks and managing Jihoon’s drunken stupor, Riseul didn’t know what weighed more because all the butterflies in her stomach were flying and her face as red as Jihoon’s flush from the alcohol.

She tries to make him stand but he doesn’t stop his tantrum. “Call me Jihoonie.” He looks at her straight in the eyes.

How can a drunk man look so ? ? ?

“Jihoonie,” she breathes out and she was afraid that maybe Jihoon could hear the beating of her heart, but Jihoon smiles and inches closer. She stays there frozen. “Risseuulll.” He lets out and he was about to reach for her face.

“I… think I’mmm gonna throw up..” making his hand retreat and cover his mouth instead. Riseul didn’t know if what she felt was relieved or regret.

They were in front of Jihoon’s apartment and he scrummaged to find his apartment keys inside his bag. When he finally finds it, he notices two dangling keys, and he looks at Riseul, untangling the other key.

“Oppeen your hands,” he instructs her, and Riseul follows unaware of what he was going to give her. She feels the coldness from the metal, and furrows her eyebrow confused.

She thought that maybe Jihoon was asking her to open his apartment for him, but when she tries to unlock the door using the key, he stamps the floor. “No! ! ! The keyyy. Keep itt,”

She stands dumbfounded. “Why should I?”

“Soo.. So you could just go inside mine?” he grins and laughs softly, running his hand across his hair.

“My apartment is literally next to yours. Keep it. You need this more than me,”

“I already have one,” he waves his key in front of her as-a-matter-of-fact. “Theree’s no use to have two keyssss for one person, youu knowww.” He pokes her cheeks playfully. “Sooo. Keep it, and good night. Riseeul-ssi,” and he pecks her cheeks, unlocks his door and closes it.

Meanwhile, Riseul stood there – still registering everything that happened, appreciating the coldness coming from the key because everything was burning.

The next day, she stood in front of his apartment door. There are bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Park Jihoon was drunk, then. She thought to herself as she clutched the key hardly, its shape being imprinted into her palm. She needs to return the key, but when Park Jihoon emerged from the hallway carrying a few paper bags because he went to the market and smiled like he didn’t do anything that threw her off, all her courage of returning the key vanished.

Slowly, she slipped the key into the pocket of her coat.

“What are you standing there for? Let’s go in,” and he unlocks the apartment.

She remembered the fourth thing that makes Park Jihoon an annoying drunk.

Park Jihoon forgets all the shit he pulls.

And that’s a cut there ( I really should be learning how to write shorter fics because this is a whole lot draining that I first thought it would be but I’m happy writing this (☆_@) ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ ). I’ll be posting the final part tomorrow or on a Sunday ^O^ . Thank you for reading and I’ll be very happy to talk with you ヾ(・ω・)メ(・ω・)ノ

update:So that you wouldn’t scroll back up.. Here’s the link for the Final part

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thatbrightboy · 4 years ago

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is it showing i’m obsessed with this verse? anyway, here a second post (first one here) to talk about sexuality in this verse and what robin’s position is. again, only the parts relevant to robin have been pasted here and you can find more information if you follow the links.

personal notes at the end of the post again!

trigger warning for (the mention of) rape.

Sexuality in ancient Rome

Some sexual attitudes and behaviors in ancient Roman culture differ markedly from those in later Western societies. Roman religion promoted sexuality as an aspect of prosperity for the state, and individuals might turn to private religious practice or "magic" for improving their erotic lives or reproductive health. Prostitution was legal, public, and widespread. "Pornographic" paintings were featured among the art collections in respectable upperclass households. It was considered natural and unremarkable for men to be sexually attracted to teen-aged youths of both sexes, and pederasty was condoned as long as the younger male partner was not a freeborn Roman. No moral censure was directed at the man who enjoyed sex acts with either women or males of inferior status, as long as his behaviors revealed no weaknesses or excesses, nor infringed on the rights and prerogatives of his masculine peers. While perceived effeminacy was denounced, especially in political rhetoric, sex in moderation with male prostitutes or slaves was not regarded as improper or vitiating to masculinity, if the male citizen took the active and not the receptive role.

Male sexuality

It was expected and socially acceptable for a freeborn Roman man to want sex with both female and male partners, as long as he took the dominating role. Acceptable objects of desire were women of any social or legal status, male prostitutes, or male slaves, but sexual behaviors outside marriage were to be confined to slaves and prostitutes, or less often a concubine or "kept woman."

Phallic sexuality

Roman sexuality as framed by Latin literature has been described as phallocentric. The phallus was supposed to have powers to ward off the evil eye and other malevolent supernatural forces. There are approximately 120 recorded Latin terms and metaphors for the penis, with the largest category treating the male member as an instrument of aggression, a weapon. This metaphorical tendency is exemplified by actual lead sling-bullets, which are sometimes inscribed with the image of a phallus, or messages that liken the target to a sexual conquest—for instance "I seek Octavian's asshole." The most common obscenity for the penis is mentula, which Martial argues for in place of polite terms: his privileging of the word as time-honored Latin from the era of Numa may be compared to the unvarnished integrity of "four letter Anglo-Saxon words". Mentula appears frequently in graffiti and the Priapea, but while obscene the word was not inherently abusive or vituperative. Verpa, by contrast, was "an emotive and highly offensive word" for the penis with its foreskin drawn back, as the result of an erection, excessive sexual activity, or circumcision. Virga, as well as other words for "branch, rod, stake, beam", is a common metaphor, as is vomer, "plough".

Castration and circumcision

To Romans and Greeks, castration and circumcision were linked as barbaric mutilations of the male genitalia. During the Republican period, a Lex Cornelia prohibited various kinds of mutilation, including castration. (Two millennia later, in 1640, the poet Salvatore Rosa would write in La Musica, “Fine Cornelia law, where hast thou gone / Now that the whole of Norcia seems not enough / For the castration of boys?”) Despite these prohibitions, some Romans kept beautiful male slaves as deliciae or delicati ("toys, delights") who were sometimes castrated in an effort to preserve the androgynous looks of their youth.

Male-male sex

Roman men were free to have sex with males of lower status without a perceived loss of masculinity, or even as an enhancement of it. However, those who took the receiving role in sex acts, sometimes referred to as the "passive" or "submissive" role, were disparaged as weak and effeminate, regardless of the sex of their partner, while having sex with males in the active position was proof of one's masculinity. Mastery of one's own body was an aspect of the citizen's libertas, political liberty, while the use of one's body to give pleasure to others, whether in homosexual or heterosexual relations, was servile. Laws such as the poorly understood Lex Scantinia and various pieces of Augustan moral legislation were meant to restrict same-sex activity among freeborn males, viewed as threatening a man's status and independence as a citizen.

Master-slave relations

(rape mention)

Sexuality was a "core feature" of ancient Roman slavery. Because slaves were regarded as property under Roman law, an owner could use them for sex or hire them out to service other people. But this form of sexual release thus held little erotic cachet: to use one's own slaves was "one step up from masturbation". In describing the ideal partner in pederasty, Martial prefers a slave boy who "acts more like a free man than his master", that is, one who can frame the affair as a stimulating game of courtship. When figures identifiable as slaves appear in erotic art, they are performing routine tasks in the background, not taking part in sex acts In his work on the interpretation of dreams (c. 170 AD), Artemidorus takes a symbolic view of the sexual value of slaves: to dream of having sex with one's own female slave was a good thing, "for slaves are the dreamer's possession; therefore taking pleasure in them signifies the dreamer's being pleased with his own possessions".

A Roman could exploit his own slaves for sex, but was not entitled to compel any enslaved person he chose to have sex, since the owner had the right to control his own property. In the pursuit of sex with a slave who belonged to someone else, persuasion or threats might be employed. A charge of rape could not be brought against a free man who forced a slave to have sex, since a slave lacked the legal standing that protected a citizen's body, but the owner could prosecute the rapist under the Lex Aquilia, a law pertaining to property damage.

A slave's sexuality was closely controlled. Slaves had no right to legal marriage (conubium), though they could live together as husband and wife (contubernales). An owner usually restricted the heterosexual activities of his male slaves to females he also owned; any children born from these unions added to his wealth. Cato, at a time when Rome's large-scale slave economy was still in early development, thought it good practice to monitor his slaves' sex lives, and required male slaves to pay a fee for access to their female fellow slaves.

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Robin is in both my main and this verse uncircumcised. He also still has the same statistics as main verse. It puts him in a funny position, because while he is as good as always a receiving party, the fact that he does not have a small penis makes him almost a mockery of masculinity. Again, probably one of the ongoing jokes in his household.

I toy around with the idea of castration for this verse but I don’t want to solidify it as something that has happened, or will happen, or is a solid factor. When we do decide to incorporate this into the thread, we will always go with a castration in the sense that he has been made infertile but not useless, so to say. Taken the fruits but not the branch. You know what I mean, lol. If we do go with this fact for a thread, it has already happened in the past in order for Robin to maintain his youthful looks.

While it would not be uncommon for masters to loan out their slaves for certain services, I can imagine it would be somewhat of a non-thing for Robin. Mostly because he is literate and quite a vital piece in his household, so to miss him for longer than a week might be a problem. The only case in which they deviate from this rule would be for friends, or for a war effort. Shorter times for letting others make use of Robin’s services is not as rare.

(And his master allowing him to provide relief for other slaves of the household or entertainers such as gladiators would also be a possibility, though it would still only happen (or is only supposed to happen) with the express instructions of the master, not out of Robin’s own initiative. A slave or entertainer making use of Robin’s services without permission will result in a whipping and/or beating for disobedience.)

#v; classic verse #long post #headcanon.

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dayo488 · 4 years ago

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fic writer asks

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I’ve only posted the100 fic so far, but I’ve got a QotS one-shot (like 1500 words) in my folder that I haven’t posted yet.

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