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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction || He Calls You Clingy

A/n: Angsty!!! But happy ending Angst so is it really angst ;)

Seokjin:

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, you were getting ready for a night out with your girl friends and you were nervous. You hadn't spoken to Jin since your 'fight' and you were about to go out drinking without him for the first time in two years.

"You look fine, can we go now?" Your best friend asked as she caught you looking at yourself again. You were dressed in a black satin dress that tied at the side and you nodded, grabbing your phone and putting it into your small clutch bag, neither you or Jin had talked about the fight and you weren't about to go back to him just because you were going out and wanted to tell him where you would be. It may have been seen as petty but he started the fight, not you, and he was going to be the one to resolve it.

(X)

Jungkook had invited you over to the dorms to hang out with him for a little while, you'd been close with Jungkook ever since you started dating Jin and it was nice to have someone to talk to who wasn't just Jin.

"When did you get here?" Jin asked as he walked into the Maknae's room and seeing you sitting on his bed, controller in hand as you played video games together,

"Kook invited me over." You told him looking away from the screen and smiling at him but Jin wasn't smiling, he looked like he was ready to sleep for a month-long and he didn't look happy to see you like he normally would. You dropped the controller on the bed getting up and walking over to him, touching his forehead to see if he was getting sick or something.

"Are you okay? You look unwell, you should go to bed Jin." You told him trying to walk him out of the younger boys room but he pushed your hands away not wanting you to baby him in front of the boys.

"Get off me." He grumbled, you stood away from him and looked at him, Jungkook kept his eyes on the screen wanting to disappear as soon as this started.

"You're so fucking clingy I hate it." You felt that like a stab to the heart, you nodded slowly and said sorry watching as he walked away without a care in the world as if what he'd just said didn't bother him.

"I'm gonna go," You said to Jungkook who was staring after Jin with his mouth hanging open, he'd never heard Jin talk to you or anyone like that before.

"He's just tired." Jungkook tried to defend so you nodded your head, not wanting to think about it for a while.

"I have to go, I need to go shopping for a girls night outfit." You said quickly excusing yourself from the room and running out of the dorms to find your car and try to get Jin off your mind. It wasn't a real fight but there was no denying it hurts you a lot. Hearing someone you loved so much call you clingy, Jin had always told you he liked when you looked after him but now you were second-guessing everything you did for him.

(X)

"Cheer up!" You drunken friend yelled as she danced around you at the bar, you sent her a fake smile and looked around the club. You were in charge of making sure that everyone was there and that they would go home with the people they came out with,

"Look, if Jin was really bothered he would have called. Let go. Have fun!" She screamed moving away from you and going over to the dance floor to your other four friends, each of them having the time of their lives while you sat at the bar wishing you were at home.

"Hey, Hot stuff, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" A gruff voice asked from your left side, you turned to look at a man around 45 talking to you, looking you up and down and you cursed yourself for wearing such a revealing outfit without Jin around. You ignored him moving away from him and going to the other end of the bar, so you could still see your friends dancing and be away from the creepy man, but he followed you.

"Can you leave me alone please, I'm in a relationship." You told him but that didn't stop him running his hand up your side as he ''reached'' for the bar and totally not your hips.

"Don't touch her!" A voice yelled, even over the loud music playing you could hear Jin and you turned to look at him with a giant smile on your face.

"Jin!" You yelled making your way over to him and snuggling against his grasp, he eyed up the man that had touched you and he walked away grumbling something about you as he went.

"Let's go outside, Jimin is watching the girls." You nodded and made your way out of the loud club, holding Jin's hand as you did.

"I'm sorry." You frowned, forgetting everything that had happened before tonight and then realising what he was saying sorry for.

"Oh," You looked at the floor and let go of his hand, not wanting to come across as clingy to him again.

"I didn't mean what I said," He stated, trying to take your hand again but you let it fall out of his grasp and he sighed.

"I was tired and starting to get sick...You know what I'm like." You did, whenever he got sick it was like he turned into a totally different person. Switching from the kind and caring Jin to a mean and nasty guy that hated everyone and everything around him. The man flu personality.

"I know I messed up, and I'm an idiot and..." He looked at his phone and continued to read out a list from it.

"Jungkook gave me a list." He laughed as you took the phone from his hand, you locked it and dropped it into your clutch shaking your head at him.

"You're sweet." You kissed his cheek,

"Kind," Kiss on the nose.

"And the love of my life." You whispered as you kissed him on the lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level.

"Now come and dance with me." You giggled to him knowing you couldn't go home just yet because you were the babysitter for the night and you did not trust Jimin to get them all home on time.

Yoongi:

"Hey Namjoon," You said as you walked past his studio, the door wide open as he was walking out of the door. He smiled at you and sent you a small wave,

"Hey, that for Yoongi?" He questioned looking at the small bag you had in your hand, you nodded and he walked with you down the hall to the genius lab. Hitting the combination and letting you in since Yoongi would have ignored the door.

"I brought you something to eat." You said to him as he was hunched over the desk, you sighed you hated seeing him like this but you knew music was important to him so you did everything you could to make sure he was comfortable, so you would bring him something to eat every day, you'd done it for the last year of you and him dating and you were going to keep doing it until he told you to stop. He grunted something and you ignored him like you always did, getting ready to leave him but you wanted a hug first but before you could even get close to him he stopped you,

"Just leave, for fuck's sake you're always here and it's annoying, you're just so fucking clingy!" You looked at the floor and nodded, not wanting to cry in front of him and rushed out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind you.

"Did he enjoy it?" You ignored Namjoon as you rushed out of the BigHit building, not trusting yourself to be around anyone without crying to them.

(X)

It had been a week since Yoongi had shouted at you in the studio and he was starting to worry about you, you'd normally come by and see him every day and every day he looked forward to seeing you. He figured you knew he didn't mean to shout at you and didn't have to say sorry to you but it was starting to become clear that was wrong and he was going to have to find you. You weren't answering his text, calls or emails and it was starting to make him mad. You'd never gone this long without talking to each other. The day you ran out Namjoon came in and told him that you looked like you were crying but Yoongi ignored him and ate the food you left him. He glanced at the drawer and opened it. Full of all the cute notes you always left on the lids of his food, all of them encouraging notes from you and reminders for him to stay hydrated and he was starting to miss it. He slammed the drawer shut and got up from the desk, leaving his studio and passing Hoseok on the way who was asking what he was doing but he ignored him, going to find you.

(X)

He'd been banging on your door for fifteen minutes and all you could do was sit on the sofa, the curtains shut so he couldn't see you there. You hoped if he didn't hear you or see you he would just leave you alone but Yoongi wasn't going to give up that easy. He knew where you kept the spare key to your back door so he walked around the side of your house, opening the gate and walking to the backdoor. He lifted the fake plant from the hanger and took the key out, slotting it into the backdoor and walking through.

"Yoongi!" You yelled at him as he stumbled into the house,

"Oh, so you are home." He grunted shutting the door and staring at you, you were wearing one of his shirts and some shorts. Your hair thrown up into a messy bun and you looked like you'd been crying.

"What are you doing here?" You asked trying to hide your face and act as though you were cleaning up the apartment but he just walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, you stayed still with your arms at your side.

"I love you, so much. You know that, right?" It sounded like he was crying so you wrapped your arms around his back and snuggled against him.

"I was stressed and I know it's not an excuse and I'm sorry." You shook your head at him and held him tighter as you both stood in your living room.

"I love you and I promise, no matter how stressed I get I will never hurt you like that again." You nodded against his chest, not trusting your voice right now. He sat down with you on the sofa and sat you in his lap, looking up at you and tucking hair behind your ear.

"You have work to do." You mumbled wiping your cheeks from the tears that had escaped and he shook his head.

"I'll take the day off, I want to spend it with you." You smiled weakly and leant down against his chest.

"I made you lunch today...I was going to call Hoseok to come and get it for you." You admitted but he stood up, putting you down on the sofa and going to get it, for you both to share. Another cute note on the top, on a pink post-it.

"I love you to the moon and back." With a purple heart coloured on the top, he smiled to himself and brought it into the living room to share with you.

(I’m not even sorry)

Hoseok:

You'd always been close with Hoseok, probably because you were best friends before you started dating, so it was hard for you after the ''fight'' you had. You rolled over in the bed staring at the Mang teddy that was laying in the place of Hoseok and threw him across the room, groaning and pulling the sheets over your head to block out the light coming through the window in your bedroom. You'd been laying in bed for the last day, ignoring your phone as it buzzed on the nightstand and pretending not to hear the doorbell.

(X)

"Y/n! You're here early." Jimin chuckled as you walked through the dance studio doors, Hoseok had been promising you some dance lessons and today you were finally there for your first one.

"Hobi said he would teach me to dance." You giggled as you looked at Jimin, he smiled at you and shook his head.

"We've got practice today," You shook your head, picking up the bag you'd dropped on the floor.

"No biggy, I'll go home." You told him, turning around and walking into Hoseok as he walked through the door, you stumbled backwards and held onto the wall for support.

"Shit. You're always in the way, will you just go away." He shouted at you, you looked over at Jimin who looked just as shocked at you that those words had left Hoseok's mouth. You nodded eagerly wanting nothing more than to leave before you started crying in front of him.

"Hobi she was just-"

"She's just leaving, stop being so clingy Y/n, I'll be home when I'm home." You gulped and left the room in a rush, not wanting to stick around in case he continued throwing out insults in your direction.

(X)

Hoseok stood under your balcony window and heard a crash coming from your bedroom and he knew you were home and ignoring him on purpose.

"Y/n! I know you're home!" He yelled at the window but you made no movement so he knew he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. He looked around the garden and dragged the bin over to the bottom of the balcony and looked up, if anyone saw this they were going to think he was breaking in but he didn't care. He climbed up onto the balcony and opened the door, causing you to scream and sit up in the bed.

"Hoseok are you crazy?!" You screamed jumping out of the bed and going to the door, looking over the balcony to see how he'd managed to get inside.

"Crazy in love," You ignored his comment and walked away from him, going over to the bed and sitting down. Although his sweet words and the way he got into your apartment made you want to reach out and hug him his words hung in your head. You were clingy. So you stopped yourself, deciding it was best to give him space like he wanted.

"Hey, that was good why aren't you laughing." You ignored him again and looked at your phone, trying to distract yourself.

"It's nice to know it still works." He commented looking at your phone and then around the room to see what had crashed earlier when he noticed Mang on the floor.

"I can't believe you threw him like that." He said going over and picking the toy up, bringing him back to the bed and waving him in your face. Making the sound effects he always made to try and cheer you up, you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. You weren't about to give in on him that easily.

"Mang said you have to forgive me." He said in a high pitched voice, sitting down behind you on the bed and pulling you against him, attacking your face with kisses.

"Mang is a traitor." You mumbled pushing yourself away from Hoseok and standing up away from the bed.

"You're making it very hard for me to be mad at you." He smirked at you and shook his head.

"I'm sorry." You turned your head away, making a 'humph' sound as you did so. Not accepting it from him. He stood up and came to your side, kissing your cheek and whispering in your ear.

"I'm really sorry." You stayed silent in protest and he chuckled, running his hands up your side and smirking against your ear.

"I have ways of making you talk to me." He whispered seductively in your ear, making you push away from him and bite back the smirk.

"Fine, you win...But I want ice cream and cuddles on the sofa for it." You said to him, giving him a warning look and he held his hands up in defence.

"I am sorry though, I shouldn't have said something I didn't mean." You nodded and kissed his cheek, a sign of forgiveness.

"It's okay Hobi, I shouldn't always want to hang around you all the time. I should have my own life." He shook his head at you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"No, you should be around me all the time. I can't live without you." He said dramatically causing you to giggle at him, he kissed your lips and you smiled.

"You still owe me cuddles and ice cream, don't think acting cute will get you out of it." He chuckled and followed you down the staircase of your apartment.

(yoongi is me whenever i watch them do this shit)

Namjoon:

When Namjoon first asked you to go to Italy with him you were unsure. It was the furthest away you'd been from home and you were going to be alone for most of the time because he had to vlog his experience, and your relationship wasn't revealed to anyone outside of BigHit yet. But he promised you he would make time for you and you could be with him, just make sure you weren't in any of the shots and you agreed. Even telling him you would film if he wanted you too and he agreed.

Being in Italy and sticking to the plan, however, was a different idea. He'd been off for most of the day leaving you alone in the hotel room, you didn't mind at first because you knew how much exploring he wanted to do and he was creating a video for Army. You spent the morning on the balcony, drawing the view from the hotel and smiling to yourself when it was finished. You glanced over at your phone expecting something from Namjoon but had nothing but a Snapchat from Jimin who was in France, you placed the sketchpad down and looked over at the hotel room door as it opened.

"Hey baby, how was your day?" You questioned looking down at the sketchpad, excited to show him your drawing. He grunted and dropped what he was carrying on the bed and you brought your drawing into the room.

"Can you just leave me alone for five minutes?" You felt hurt but you knew how tired he was so you agreed, leaving the sketchpad on the small coffee table and going over to the balcony to look out again. Taking a photo and sending it to Jimin with the caption,

'Just as breathtaking as him'

Namjoon looked up from his phone to see you standing there, you smiled and walked over to him thinking he was in a better mood now.

"Are we still going out to eat tonight?" He groaned at the thought of that and laid down on the bed.

"Leave me alone Y/n, fuck if I'd have known you were going to be this clingy I never would have brought you along." You said nothing to him, you didn't know what to say to him so you just walked out of the hotel room without your phone, room key or jacket. Namjoon didn't bother to come after you, he just closed his eyes relaxing a little more when it was finally silent. All he could hear was the busy city below him.

(X)

It was late and you still weren't back in the hotel room, Namjoon got up from the bed and tried calling your phone but heard it vibrating on the table on the balcony.

"Shit." He mumbled looking at it and then going back into the hotel room, it was pitch black outside and he had no idea how to even find you. He put your phone down on the coffee table and saw the sketches that you'd been doing and smiled to himself, there was one of the city view, then one of you and him sitting along the Tiber river and he sighed realising how shit he'd been to you since you'd arrived in Italy he grabbed his phone and decided he would try to look for you, failing that he knew you'd come back to the hotel.

(X)

You wondered around the streets outside the hotel, no one would let you back up to your room without ID and you'd left it upstairs along with your phone. You'd told them to call Namjoon in the room but they said there was no answer, so you were now stuck in the middle of Italy without him and you were starting to get scared.

"Y/n, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Someone yelled getting your attention, you looked up from the floor to see Namjoon running towards you, he was sweating like crazy.

"Joonie?" You sobbed falling into his arms and never wanting to leave them, not caring about what he'd said earlier all that mattered was that you were in his arms again.

"I never meant to hurt your feelings like that-"

"You've been stressed, I shouldn't have pushed like I did." You finished for him but he shook his head,

"It's no excuse for me, you're not clingy. You're you and you're perfect." He whispered into your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

"Is that your phone vibrating against my leg?" You giggled, he pulled away and took his phone out answering it.

"I found her...She was outside the hotel waiting for me, Yes Jin...I promise I will never snap at her." He said before hanging up the phone and leaning down to kiss you.

"I promise to never snap at you again." You giggled and pulled him towards the hotel door,

"You wanted something to eat didn't you, there's the restaurant down the road." You shook your head,

"I'm too tired Joonie, can we just go and relax in the room?" He nodded and you shivered, the cool Italy air hitting you as you stood outside all night.

"Come one then, we can order room service and cuddle." He chuckled taking off his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling you towards the hotel entrance.

Jimin:

You'd been married to Jimin for a year now and you were getting ready to surprise him for your anniversary. Getting everything perfect for him, you were going to recreate your first date together but at home, so you made a huge fort in the living room as a home cinema, finding the movie you went to watch and adding it to the TV for when he came home. Namjoon was keeping him busy at the studio until you text him to tell him it was okay to send your husband back, and all you had to do was wait.

You called Jimin since he was taking forever to get home, Namjoon said he left the studio over an hour ago and your protective side was starting to kick in, you were worried in case something bad had happened to him but you knew if it was that bad, the news would have covered it by now.

"Hi baby, I was wondering if you were coming-" You stopped once you heard him talking to someone else, he must have answered the phone by accident, you were about to hang up when you heard your name mentioned.

"She's being so clingy lately, I don't know man, marriage is so weird." He chuckled and you stayed on the line wanting to know who he was talking about you to.

"I'm telling you, women get more clingy as you get on." You hung up the phone and stared at the living room, you started taking it all down. Not wanting to come across as more clingy. You folded the blankets up and put them away, turning off the TV and going up to bed.

Jimin had come home that night to everything quiet and he frowned, normally you were up waiting for him but tonight you weren't. He went up to the bedroom to go to sleep with you but found you'd locked the door, he figured you'd forgotten to unlock it after a shower and so he went to sleep on the sofa for the night.

(X)

You came down the next morning and walked into the kitchen, making yourself breakfast before you went back up to the bedroom and locked the door again. Not wanting to face Jimin right now, you were too mad at him to talk about what you'd heard him saying about you. Jimin groaned as he rolled off the sofa and onto the floor, you'd been down that morning he could tell because you'd left the kitchen light on and there was a fresh pot of coffee made, he rushed up the stairs to you and tried to walk through the door but it was locked again.

"Baby?" You ignored him staring at the door and not wanting to see him, you felt bad for doing this to him but then you remembered the things he was saying.

"Baby I know you're in there, what's going on?" You scoffed at him and opened the door,

"I'm just trying to stop being clingy and annoying baby." You said to him and he realised what was happening, he stared at you and then at the floor.

"I didn't mean anything I said." You shook your head at him looking at him,

"Did you though? Am I clingy?" You whispered feeling clingy and annoying to him but he never meant what he said, he was being an idiot.

"Of course, you're not clingy...I was just being an idiot and I'm sorry." He whispered to you,

"Do you love me?" You questioned as everything came to you, every emotion hitting you at once, he grabbed you tightly and held your head against his chest. You could hear just how fast his heart was beating.

"I wouldn't have married you if I didn't." He whispered to you, dropping onto the floor with you still dressed against his chest, you felt yourself tearing up again and he just held you as you cried softly into his arms, feeling over-emotional it felt good to finally let everything out.

"You okay?" You nodded and then looked up at him,

"What day is it?" You questioned rushing to your feet and wiping your eyes, he checked his phone and told you and you rushed over to the calendar.

"I'm late." You whispered checking over at the cabinet and searching through it for a pregnancy test, it would make sense for all of the emotions you'd been having. Jimin stared at you and nodded for you to continue, chuckling as you just sat down, ready to take it right in front of him.

Taehyung:

You could tell that Tae was stressing about something but you had no idea what it was and until he told you, you were going to try and make things easier for him. You were sending him to work with food every day and making sure he came home to a bubble bath or a homecooked meal but it wasn't working. Whatever it was that was stressing him out only got worse as time went on and you wanted to talk to him about it. He came in from work as always to a meal and he smiled sadly at you as you sat down together,

"What's on your mind?" You questioned over the dinner table, watching as he bent down to pick up Yeontan and sighing.

"Nothing, just work stuff." He huffed kissing Tannie and then putting him down on the floor again. You watched as he got up and walked away from you, you hadn't spoken to him properly in weeks and you were starting to get upset. You wanted to be able to hug him again, talk about his day so you followed him up the staircase to your shared bedroom and sitting down with him on the bed.

"Do you want to watch a movie tonight? We could go for a walk?" You started suggesting things but he just shook his head and avoided looking at you, you looked at him.

"Have I done something to upset you?" He finally snapped his head up and stared at you,

"Yes! You won't leave me alone, it questions after question with you as soon as I walk through the door. I've just gotten in and you're clinging to me." You mouth formed an 'O' shape and you got up from the bed, without saying a word you left the room. Shutting the door and going to find Yeontan to go for a walk.

(X)

Taehyung woke up expecting you in his arms and Yeontan between his legs like every morning but neither of you were there.

"Jagi?" He called out as he walked down the stairs but you weren't there either, he called your phone but it was going straight to answer machine. It looked like you hadn't been there since he'd shouted at you the night before and it brought back all his guilty feelings.

"Thanks, Jungkook." You said as you took the hot chocolate from his hand, he shook his head and sat on the sofa with you and Yeontan.

"You know you have to go home to him sooner or later right?" Jungkook questioned as he looked at his phone, Tae's name lighting up on the screen but he ignored it looking at you.

"I'd rather it was later than sooner...You didn't hear what he said Kooky." You whispered as you sipped on the drink, Yeontan jumped up into your lap and fell asleep.

"He's just stressed with work stuff." Jungkook tried to defend but you weren't having it, it was no excuse for what he said to you. You were only trying to help him.

(X)

"Come home." Tae pleaded with you in the middle of Jungkook's living room, Jungkook had rushed off to the shower as soon as Tae showed up on the door, after Jungkook called him, of course, to tell him where you were hiding out.

"Take Tannie, I'm going to stay here for a couple of days and give you space." You told him as you looked at Yeontan jumping all over his dad, you looked at him sadly and Tae shook his head.

"Then I'll stay here too," You stared at him and shook your head.

"Tae. You called me clingy. This is me giving you space." You whispered but he came further into the living room and took your hands in his, but you tried to get out of his grasp.

"I don't want you to give me space. I want you to come home." He was giving you those big puppy dog eyes that used to make you weak at the knees but you stared at him.

"I told you. I've become immune to those puppy dog eyes." You said to him, but you and he knew it was both a huge lie. They still made you weak for him, you just had a better way of hiding it.

"Just come home with me." You shook your head and he sighed dropping down onto one knee in front of you,

"This isn't how I planned it but if you're going to be so stubborn about it." You stared at him confused.

"Tae, what are you doing. Get up." You said to him looking around to make sure Jungkook wasn't looking at you both.

"Marry me Y/n, marry me because this is what I've been stressing over. I've been stressing about finding the perfect moment to do this and then I almost ruined it." You stared at him as he pulled put a navy velvet box and opened it, revealing the most gorgeous ring you'd ever seen in your life.

"Tae..." He shook his head looking at you with tears in his eyes,

"I mean it. I never meant anything I said last night, I was just worried I'd never do this and I would regret it later." You stared at him and then to the ring.

"Of course I'll marry you, you big idiot." You cried out dropping onto the floor in front of him and kissing him.

"Can you go home if you're going to do that." Jungkook teased from behind you, you giggled as Tae slipped the ring onto your finger.

Jungkook:

You could have killed Jungkook when he came home in a wheelchair, Jin pushing him through the front door and telling you he'd busted his foot open again.

"He just needs to rest his foot for a week before he can use it," Jin told you as he helped the younger male onto the sofa of your shared apartment, you looked at Jungkook who was smirking at you.

"You think it's funny?" You groaned laying your head on the wall behind you as he and Jin chuckled at one another.

"He didn't mean to, he just slopped when we were filming a run episode," Jin told you and you nodded promising to look after Jungkook while he couldn't walk on his foot.

And that's what you did, you were looking after him all day and night and helping him out but nothing was good enough for him. He was complaining because he couldn't do anything for himself, then complaining because he tried to do something on his own and couldn't. You couldn't win but you still stayed calmed and helped him out.

"Jungkook if I come out of this bathroom and you're walking around, I'm going to beat you up." You joked coming out from the en-suite to see him standing up from the bed and trying to make his way over to the bathroom,

"You'll pop your stitches." You warned him but it looked like he didn't care because he just ignored you and continued walking. He waddled over to you and almost fell onto his foot so you grabbed his arm in a worried state.

"Kookie careful."

"I'm not a fucking child y/n!" He yelled at you, pulling his arm out of your grasp and leaning against the door frame for support.

"I was just trying to help Kookie-"

"Well don't! You're so fucking clingy, you're so infuriating all the time just leave me alone! I'm an adult." You nodded and got into the bed, rolling onto your side so you were facing away from him when he got back into the bed and closed your eyes to try and get some sleep after what he'd just said to you.

(X)

When you woke up the next morning you debated getting him up but you chose that it was better to leave him there, if he wanted to be an adult so badly he could be. Maybe it was petty of you but you didn't care. You quietly made your way downstairs and made yourself something to eat, sitting on the sofa and watching some TV until he would shout you for help.

The shout for help never came though, he made his own way downstairs and you ignored him as he greeted you good morning, you pretended to be too interested in the news while he hopped into the kitchen and grabbed himself an apple, coming back into the living room and sitting down, neither of you talking to each other. You were just as bad as each other, both of you could hold a grudge and you were wondering how far he was going to take this, instead of sitting there in silence you walked over to the downstairs bathroom for a shower. There was no way you were going to sit there all day in silence with him.

(X)

You came rushing out of the bathroom when you heard something smash against the floor, towel clutched around your body and you found Jungkook on the floor cursing loudly.

"Fuck." You groaned running back into the bathroom and grabbing the first aid kit, you started cleaning up his foot and seeing if he would need it seeing to and you knew instantly that he would,

"Hey Siri, call Jinnie!" You called at your phone, telling him quickly what had happened and he promised he'd be there soon. Jungkook stared as you rushed to get changed into some real clothes so Jin wouldn't see you in just a towel.

"I told you that you would pop your stitches, but did you listen? No." You groaned looking around the living room for his wheelchair and bringing it over for him to get into, he leant against you for support and you kept his elevated for him.

"You're talking to me again?" He grumbled and you ignored his comment, looking for Jin out of the window.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head at him,

"It's just stitches baby, they can fix it." He took hold of your wrist and you stared at him

"For what I said last night." He whispered to you, staring up into your eyes as he said sorry.

"I was just sick of people babying me and I didn't have any right to snap...I'm sorry." You shook your head at him again and kissed his nose.

"It's fine baby, you can make it up to me when your stitches are healed." You giggled bending down to kiss him on the lips and jumping as the front door opened and a worried Jin came running into the house.

"Why are you kissing him?! Hospital now!" He yelled causing you and Jungkook to laugh at him, you pushed the chair towards the exit and Jin carried it down the step and over to the car.

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mirkysconcubinefiction · 5 years ago

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Quietly Jaded

Pairing: Omega!Peter/Alpha!Kingpin -- Omega!Peter\Avengers.

Summary: Peter Parker is an Omega masquerading as a Beta. A story of student loans, Avengers wanting Spiderman, Avengers wanting Peter Parker for his Omega status, and Peter just done with them. He doesn't need them - he already has an Alpha. Not the best Alpha but... Well... Fuck.

Tags: Major AU, ABO world, Heats/Ruts, Drug Abuse, Dark Personalities, College Peter, Dubious Consent, more added later.

Part 1

Peter hadn't always been the silent type. It grew on him with time. Losing friends, losing family, it was just easier to not talk than to talk - besides school there wasn't much to talk about.

Not like he could discuss being Spiderman?

With college dreams came college debt and even with grants and scholarships, student loans kept a roof over his head and food in his stomach.

Legally no one had to know his gender. He didn't act like most Omegas or Alphas so many people presumed he was a beta which wasn't a bother.

Betas were a safe median.

If Peter Parker was a Beta then so was Spiderman.

Hero's or vigilante's of justice weren't titles Omegas carried. Not that they were incapable but mostly the world was a shitty place and he was safer as a Beta than Omega.

No worries of being snatched.

No worries of his degree somehow being mishandled.

No worries of being treated like a damsel in need of a minder. Modern America, as progressive as any first world country, was still archaic in nature to a Omegas ability to cope outside of a Pack or Alphas knot.

It started as a curiosity or so that's how Peter saw it as. The Avengers paying attention to him was... Unneeded but the geek in him was intrigued.

First was Tony Stark aka Iron Man who appeared from nowhere one cool Autumn evening. It was a quiet night, the witching hour, a time where nothing really happened in the never quiet city. Sitting on a swing made from his webs he was eating a sandwich from his favorite bodega. The grandmother of seven never took no for an answer after he had saved her life and that of her children several times over the years and had even knitted him a scarf once.

Peter still had that scarf.

Mask pulled up to sit along the ridge of his nose he had sat staring out into the world with a gargoyle above him for company.

"You're softer than I pegged you for."

His senses didn't tingle and that alone kept him there, hanging like a booger from an impossibly high building, and taking a much deserved bite from his sandwich. A cuban torta with extra adobo.

"So. Kid. Got a name?"

Silence.

Peter chewed and ignored the floating man whose stare went from curious to frustrated.

"It's rude to not speak when spoken to."

Shoving the last of his food into his mouth Peter wiped the crumbs from his chin, pulled down his mask, and with a thumbs up, ripped an end of his webbed swing.

Plummeting like a bowling ball down... Down... And with a well-aimed (practiced) web swung himself away from sight. Iron Man wouldn't find him, not when Peter knew of a well hidden niche that he could slip into and not be seen or leave a heat signature.

Something that Iron Man was trying to do and Peter was grateful for his sensitive ears.

Next was Captain America. Decked out in his uniform and shield. It was a pretty wicked shield and one that Peter had caught before it could hit the cyborg that was destroying a nameless street of the city.

Spiderman ignored the shouts of 'traitor' and the arrows that followed him but Peter was more than a flexible arachnid. He was quite familiar with this street. It was the street that housed a shit ton of kids.

Kids that had loved it when he opened the fire hydrants or handed out frozen pops because Peter loved kids.

Not because he was an Omega.

Hell no.

He just loved kids. Kids loved him and thought he was cool.

Using the shield to block the occasional laser blast - because of course lasers - Peter lead the cyborg away. His webs helped to drag the thing and keep it from swinging wildly but Peter was more than bendy, more than, web's, he was strength and endurance.

While the others had stopped trying to kill him - yes those were kill shots - Peter managed to drag the hefty piece of machinery away. Feet digging into the concrete, one hand fisting a bundle of his webs as the other held close to a shield that left his hand tingly.

From the sewers a mass of crab like machines took the Avengers attention and as he finally reached an open area of an eight lane street Peter didn't panic when the cyborg finally broke free. The webbing shredding and as he fell from the slack Peter turned and tucked himself behind the shield in time for a powerful beam to hit the Vibranium and drag him backwards from the force.

Even in the face of death he thought it was cool. So cool.

This wasn't his first time facing a cyborg. A giant imitation of a man decked out in weaponry with a human brain attached in its center. Cyborgs bled green and their eyes were yellow pinpoints of awareness.

Cool but creepy.

Very creepy.

With one hand he sent out a web, latched onto a bus and swung it towards the cyborg that put all its attention to the massive vehicle, using each arm to fire laser beams - still so cool - missing Captain America's shield that hit where the brain sat.

Right side, 8 inches from the center, shield at a 70° angle.

A stream of green blood - plasm - and brain matter coated the streets. The shield hit the ground at a roll and lodged into the side of a brick building. A hair's breadth away from the man who had aimed arrows at his head.

Peter was sad that he missed. Not that he couldn't have killed the man but Spiderman had an image to keep up and he was sure kids were peaking through blinds.

If Hawkeye stared at the shield with wide-eyed 'what the fuck', Peter accepted that as payment.

Asshole.

Had Peter been... Well... Nicer... He would have thrown himself back into the fray helping the Avengers finish iff the crab robots except Peter wasn't that nice and he wasn't that forgiving.

Padding to the twitching machinery Peter took a moment to web himself a mat on the ground and take apart the cyborg. He was quick, knowing exactly what he wanted and where to find it, bundling it in his own web Peter pulled up the edges and folded the edges together and without a backwards glance he left.

Fuck the Avengers.

As Spiderman Peter had the nasty habit in bumping into random heros with hero size complexes and it got to the point where he just waved at the several who tried to stalk him.

They weren't as stealthy as they thought they were.

As Peter Parker there was no Avengers just debt and homework. The two worlds very rarely collided. Peter Parker was a nobody... Well... He was on the Deans List and top 12% of the university when it cam to grades even if his attendance was far from stellar.

Thankfully he had made a friend with a doctor who wrote really nice perfectly excusable doctor notes.

He had done the math. It would be a 2.8% chance he would catch the eyes of anyone Hero related. Nothing he did as a regular schmoe would catch anyone's attention.

Really.

Honestly.

Of course he never fraction in his own Parker Luck.

Fuck his Parker Luck and Fuck his inability to think properly after a near 27 hours of no sleep and a lab all to himself. At 1am he had the building to himself and the key card to prove it!

At 1 am and still wide-eyed with a brain that wouldn't shut off, Peter shouldn't have been allowed near anything that contained chemicals besides H2O. Instead he had 2 walls dedicated to his scribbles with a rainbow of color - thank you crayola - a pyramid of Styrofoam microwaveable ramen and a teetering tower of hot pocket boxes, and a keurig.

He had an unlimited - well half a box left - of hot chocolate to tide him over and a bag of mini marshmallows to keep the shakes away as he worked on his thesis. Technically his thesis was typed, edited, and awaiting a last read through BUT he was stuck.

He was so close to creating the perfect drug that he was vibrating with a desperate energy as his friends - the machines scattered around the room - worked to show him if his calculations were correct or he had to start again.

Staring at the board Peter needed to distract himself from the whirring and beeping. Headphones in place he jump started his bluetooth and filled the silence with his google playlist set to play his thumbs up.

As it was so late and he was alone in the building Peter didn't think singing along to his playlist would be a big deal. Being an Omega he had few quirks that were... Questionable.

Omega's were notorious for their allurement beyond their scent. Many were artists, creators of music, rhythm, designers, they were architects, chefs, Omegas were once considered Sirens and Muses of the God's... While Peter could sketch and recite the periodic table backwards and forwards he could sing.

There was something about his voice that could draw attention or put someone to sleep if he so wished. A lullaby sung softly and with his will alone he could hush a colicky baby in minutes much to the relief of the parents he had babysit for.

Peter blamed Toni Braxton.

Peter blamed the open windows to the lab.

Peter blamed the chaos that happened less than a mile away from the University and the Hulk that somehow broke away from the group and all but bulldozed himself to the lonely building off set from the rest of the school.

Peter blamed... Well... He blamed Tony Stark for being a nosy douche of a man and tuning into the voice singing a very heartfelt rendition of un-break my heart.

Outside the lab Tony watches as the Hulk shifts back to being just Bruce and the man is swaying, "Omega."

Tony's gaze swivel down to where Bruce is laid out on the ground, dazed. "What?" Had he heard the man right.

"Hulk..." It was difficult to speak so soon after a change but Bruce managed one more word, "Omega." And it didn't take much to put two and two together and Tony moved until he was hovering by the only window lit out of the building.

Hair a mess, clothes askew, ass perched on the a desk, sat a young man staring at a dry erase board and hands moved with each dip and rise. The boy was moving, a dry eraser in one hand and a purple marker in another as he wrote a different scribble.

Tony was smart, brilliant even, but even if he squinted he couldn't make out what was written. There was numbers with familiar sequences but even JARVIS who had scanned the room was at a lost and suggested the scribbles were a code.

Quiet filled the room and he took that moment to shush his team and soon another song had the younger man humming, head nodding to a beat.

"Send away for a priceless gift One not subtle, one not on the list Send away for a perfect world One not simply, so absurd In these times of doing what you're told

Keep these feelings, no one knows

What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart..."

Maybe he was just tired but Peter didn't feel the eyes watching him. There was no warning from his spider senses just a quiet madness as he darted through the room. The keurig churning out hot chocolates and fueling the madness of no sleep and rainbow scribbles.

A.M. comes with bright lights and failure.

It was tempting to swipe the board clean but Peter was passed out under the only desk that would block out the sun with his lumpy backpack as a pillow.

It's an awkward way to sleep but Peter isn't picky. He's slept in worse conditions, even upside down once, and he had a 48 hour hold on that particular lab.

The click of the door unlocking doesn't wake him. The tap of heeled leather Oxford shoes doesn't wake him as said shoes stroll through the room until they pause right where he was sleeping.

Eye's hidden by sunglasses worth more than all the textbooks he was sleeping on, Peter didn't notice the frown on the man's face or the flurry of texts the man was sending before he crouched and woke Peter with a gentle nudge.

What did wake Peter was his alarm on his phone. A far too loud alarm that startled him enough he jerked awake, banging an elbow and his head on the desk. Swearing a storm, mind addled by sleep, Peter fumbled for his phone and dropped it.

Blinking at the pair of dress shoes, Peter held his breadth as he looked up... And up... Into familiar brown eyes. "Who the fuck are you?"

An eyebrow arched, "Everyone knows who I am."

No. Spiderman knew Tony Stark. Peter Parker could care less. "Are you lost?"

"Nope." The man rocked on his heels, eyes gazing around. "Came to see you. Interesting finding someone like you here of all places."

Peter frowned, "I'm not squatting. I wouldn't be the first person catching a nap trying create something big."

"Big hu?" His hands slipped into his slack pockets, "the hot pockets are shit for your metabolism by the way."

"They're cheap and I'm broke. I'm guessing you wouldn't understand the concept of broke." Peter tried to lay back down and cover his eyes with his arm, legs folded.

"Yet with no full-time job you somehow have managed to chip away at your student loans. I'm impressed."

A warning buzz settles over him and Peter keeps himself as nonchalant as he can unwilling to give the Alpha the show of panic that he felt. "This is a school of side hustles. Take your pick and leave."

A moment passes in quiet but Tony doesn't leave. Why would he? "Quite rude." The man murmurs, "Is that anyway to..."

"Leave before I call security." Peter interrupts, "You're a strange old man alone in a room with a sleeping student, only perverts stay where they're not wanted."

"Pervert? Pervert!"

"Yes. Pervert." Arm dropping away Peter made a point to glare into the yellowish hue of the glasses. "I've asked you to leave and you refuse. You are not my professor or the janitor. This is my lab and either you picked the lock or bribed someone and I'll be sure to tell the Dean that a creepy old man was allowed into his building to harass a student."

"Actually this is my lab. I own this building." Tony expected some form of recognition instead he got snark.

"Did you piss on the wall or write your name on it like a petulant child?"

It's not often that Tony finds himself without words but his lips part in surprise before. He lets out a whoosh of air shakes his head. "For an Omega you're a mouthy little thing."

The quiet is met with Peter blinking and Tony waiting. If Peter was smart he would have immediately denied any accusation or stood in righteous anger... Instead the younger man laughed. "That..." Peter folded his hands on his stomach and grinned, "is quite a compliment thank you." Tony frowned and Peter batted his eyelashes. "I'm pretty enough to pass for an Omega has to be the nicest thing anyone has said to me this semester."

"Just this semester?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"Yep."

The quiet stretched far longer than was comfortable and Tony sighed, "I have a proposition for you."

"No."

His carefully constructed speech and patience flew out the window as he was interrupted, "No?"

"No." Peter repeated, slowly. "N. O." He spelled out just in case.

"No? You can't tell me no."

"I can, I did, and I don't care." Peter frowned before he unfolded himself and crawled out from under the desk and brushed the dust off his wrinkled two-day old clothes, "Alphas who can't accept a no and argue over the word are a danger to society." Tony wasn't sure how someone that wasn't eye level could make him feel small.

"Do you know who I am?" The kid arched a brow, took a step back, and eyes him from the tips of his shoes to his perfectly coiffed hair.

"Yes." Tony preened, "You're a misogynistic ass hole who thinks you can walk into my lab unannounced and get away with harassing a student and bringing up genders as if the position of my scent glands justifies your casual dismissal of my constitutional rights. You can't belittle or coerce me into agreeing to anything you have to say based on your purse strings or that you imply ownership on a building that was built from multiple donations. If I was an Omega I have every right to kick you in the nuts and get away with scratching your eyes out."

Tony's lips pressed into a firm irritated line.

"Seeing as I'm not I'll just settle for telling you to get the fuck out of my lab or I will scream murder. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy, so keep your paws off my no-no spots."

It was unexpected, Tony twitched as Peter's hands touched him - shoved him really - right out the door. Tony would never admit to sputtering or tripping over his own feet as he was pushed out the lab and the door firmly locked behind him.

Confused and slightly embarrassed he adjusted his blazer and nonchalantly walked away. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy... the words are like oil and water, his skin tingles where the younger man's hand roamed, the heat that made that primal part of his brain rear up and whisper Omega.

Spiderman was an escape.

There was times when he could swing away his worries with dizzying feats of near deaths, the adrenaline rush doing more for him than any drug on the market.

There was times, like that morning, when he would climb to the highest point, tuck himself into a corner, and hide. He was a millennial with a safe space and it was the safest space to exist in N.Y.

Just him and the pigeons.

Times like this he wondered how far he could fall without instinct there to make him survive and carry on another day?

Curling in on himself he hugged his knees tight to himself and let the tears fall. It wasn't often that he cried but when he did it was usually quiet and when he was alone. No one could see him weak, no one could see him break, no one could... A trumpet broke his depressive silence. An unexpected noise at an impossible height except it was a drone.

The four propellers were whisper quiet and a white flag waved in the wind.

"Fuck." Summed it up.

A 3d hologram appeared and it was the image of Princes Leia kept him sitting, curious, vs jumping off the ledge. "Hello itsy bittsy spider."

Peter narrowed his eye's and flicked out a web, the drone was quick to swerve.

"You're cordially invited to attend a gathering..." Diving off the building was a better option than listening to Tony Stark invite him to a Tea Party as if they were friends. You don't forgive people who tried to kill you.

Especially if they didn't apologise.

Especially if they stalked you.

Since being bitten by a radioactive spider like some weird comic book character, Peter had gone through physical and mental changes. Presenting as an Omega had come later, in fact his first spike of heat happened during a particular difficult battle with none other than Kingpin himself.

It had been a gory fight with Peter having to plow through layers of underlings from normal everyday thugs to enhanced goons that were blood thirsty to get the bounty Kingpin had put on his head.

It was a hefty bounty too.

Just enough where Peter contemplated killing himself off for profit. Kingpin had been his usual boastful self and holding a weapon that was more sci-fi than the usual glock.

They had stood in a penthouse that had made him hyper aware he was dripping blood on the cream-colored carpet and the beautiful statues were judging him.

Kingpin had a spiel like all super villains and Peter had listened as his mind raked over how he would survive this encounter when the A.C. kicked on. Cool filtered air pushed from the vents, Peter had shivered as it passed over his heated flesh that peaked from the patches of bare skin, it had taken moments for that devilish curl of the Kingpin's lips to unfurl and something else come forth.

Kingpin was a force of human nature. Built by weights and sheer spite. He was aggression, darkness, he was the devil amongst demons, he was a pendulum that swung between the dark side of the underworld and the light side of a family man.

Most importantly.

Kingpin was an Alpha.

An Alpha tied to a Beta and a son.

Dark blue eyes shifted, bleeding red before the massive bulk of a man lifted the gun and fired a single shot. The sizzle of the blast prickled the side of his face as the beam shot over his shoulder and the thump of a body falling told him that his spider senses were off.

Peter had studied many things but Omegean Biology wasn't one of them. He knew the fundamentals like many but the liquid fire that pooled at the base of his spine and slithered its way up left him standing rigid and an ache between his legs had him hissing.

Peter didn't remember closing his eyes, he didn't hear Kingpin move, his senses were so out-of-order he flinched when a large hand settled atop his head. "Shhh." Peter felt himself tugged into Kingpins girth, it had made him tremble and a whine had escaped him.

Later. Much later. Peter would learn that the man who was intent on killing him had cuddled him on an impossibly massive bed, the Alpha crooning, hands that could bend steel caressed him like a lover would, and for three days helped him through his first heat.

"Call me Wilson. Wilson Fisk."

Awareness had come in doses. The feel of soft cotton against his bare skin, the slick between his thighs, the ache somewhere deep and personal, classical music played in the background drowning the hitch in his chest, relief had been a burst of gratitude as shaky fingers touched the familiar texture of his torn mask.

The stretchy fabric cover his nose an encircled his cheeks and curved along his brow, seemingly glued to his skin. Hair, ears, lips, and chin were as exposed as the rest of him.

Before Peter could sit up a hand came from no where and settled on his chest, thumb and finger digging into his collarbone as he was pushed back into the mattress.

Pliant.

Weak.

A mess.

Kingpin was a solid presence he hadn't noticed until that moment. Hard naked lines with impossibly wide shoulders and solid smooth skin with not a hint of hair except for two perfectly sculpted eyebrows that furrowed in contemplation. "Where do we go from here Spiderman?"

It had been when that hand slipped and encircled his throat did Peter feel his body involuntarily move. Legs splaying openly and back arching as a familiar haze of arousal overwhelmed the need to run.

Wilson was an exceptional lover. His first Alpha, his first Knot, Peter never expected to be the Mistress of his arche nemesis, he didn't expect to have heats that were bursts of short frequent intervals, he didn't expect the open invitation to spend it with the Alpha, and he didn't expect the absolute possessiveness of Wilson or just how much control an Alpha like Wilson had over an Omega like Peter.

"Save the world but you will not interfere with my organization and you will be my most prized possession."

It was a story twisted by biology, twisted by the illogical logic of an emotion one could say was love if you squint, and the reason Spiderman dressed as a different character jumped from the side lines and into traffic, using his strength to flip a car that was chasing the Kingpin.

It rankled something deep that the urge to protect made him feel like a villain and the mocking laughter of Kingpin getting away hit him hard.

Fighting The Avengers to keep the Alpha alive had never been part of the plan, watching the chase from a random store front window, hearing the helicopters, it was a spur of the moment decision to steal a face bandana with a skull smile and a pair of polarized wide swimming goggles.

Running fast and hard he didn't use his webs and instead focused on his natural talent and that primal urge to protect the knot-head responsible to keep him blissed out for his next upcoming heat.

Toe to toe with Captain America and the Winter Soldier was... Thrilling. As Spiderman there was an awareness of maintaining his cool but as a stranger with a cheap mask and flannel shirt Peter could catch the Winter shoulders Vibranium arm and force the man to the ground before kicking Captain America's shield and tossing the pompous soldier away like a rag doll.

Peter's body moves on auto pilot as he flips backwards and moves with grace and fluidity as a mess of weaponry aim for him. Between Iron Man's blasts, Hawkeyes arrows, Black Widows bullets, Peter feels like he's dancing on the edge of death and it leaves him feeling hot and aroused.

Slipping beneath an abandoned truck he sticks his hand on the underside and with hard pushes against the asphalt he uses the truck to plow through what traffic is left and holding his breadth Peter pushed up with his leg and the truck flipped, the roof smashing on the ground and catching sparks.

Letting out a whoop, his flannel shirt wafting in the air he grinned behind the mask as he surfed for a stretch of time before coming to a halt and with Iron Man trailing him Peter ran.

Hard.

Fast.

Through the city.

Forcing the Avengers to chase him and not Kingpin.

More later...

*Part 2*

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atomic-taco-muffin · 4 years ago

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The Lost Princess Chapter 19

Warnings: fluff/angst

Rating: SFW

(I’m crying at this!😂)

Sora and the others left Atlantica and headed back to the gummi ship and flew around the worlds.

“I think my magic is as good as Donald’s now. Maybe it’ll be stronger than (Y/N)’s,” Sora said.

“No way! Not in a million years,” Donald said.

“Why don’t you go see Merlin? Work more on your magic,” Goofy said. They traveled to Merlin’s Study and spoke to him after training with him a bit.

“You’re making excellent progress. Here’s something for your effort,” Merlin said as he gave Sora a keychain.

“Keep it up,” he said. Sora decided to return to the 100 Acre Wood with another torn page. He entered, finding a swing hanging from a stout tree near a river. He saw Pooh and Piglet on the bridge overlooking the river.

“Look, Pooh. Something is floating this way,” Piglet said.

“I think you’re right, Piglet. What could it be?” Pooh said. A gray donkey floated slowly along the current of the river, a glum expression on its face.

“Why, it looks like Eeyore! Hello, Eeyore, if it is you,” Pooh said as he waved while Eeyore floated towards them.

“Hello, Pooh. Yes, it’s me. Could you pull me out? That is, if it’s not too much trouble. Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Eeyore said. He drifted under the bridge and Sora jumped in to get him. They met on the riverbank with Pooh and Piglet.

“Thank you, Pooh. Thank you, other you. You know, floating along out there, it seemed like something was missing...” Eeyore said. Suddenly, Piglet and behind Eeyore.

“And something’s still missing,” Eeyore said.

“Why, Eeyore’s tail is gone! Is that what’s missing?” Piglet said. Eeyore looked behind him and saw that he had no tail.

“Let’s see... Yep, lost it again. Wonder where it went this time. It’s not much of a tail, though I’m sort of attached to it. But I don’t know why anybody’d look for it. Probably won’t find it anyway...” he said.

“Sora, why don’t we all look for Eeyore’s tail?” Pooh asked.

“Lost something?” Owl asked as he flew in from above.

“Searching from a high place is the quickest way to find it!” he said.

“Owl, can you fly up high and help us find Eeyore’s tail?” Sora asked.

“Sorry, but my eyes aren’t what they used to be. Too much reading, you know. But I can offer good advice! Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. See that swing up there? Take Pooh there.” He motioned toward the tree at the top of a hill.

“You’re a bit too big for the swing, but Pooh should fit nicely. I’ll tell you more when you get there,” he said as he flies away. Sora lead Pooh up the hill to the swing, where Owl was perched on the branch above them. Pooh got on the swing.

“Here’s what to do. First, get ready to push,” Owl said.

“How?” Sora asked.

“Like this.” Owl demonstrated how to push the swing.

“Like this?“ Sora asked as he pushed the swing gently.

“Not bad, not bad! Here’s the next step. If you time it right, Pooh will swing higher and higher. Try it! Push too soon, Pooh won’t go any higher. Push too late, he’ll go too high,” Owl said. With Owl’s help, Sora pushed Pooh on the swing, tossing him into the air so he can search for Eeyore’s tail from high above. He landed right in front of Rabbit on a house made of sticks, knocking Eeyore over. Pooh stood up and Eeyore saw something under the pile of sticks

“Hm? That looks familiar...” he said. Sora helped repin Eeyore’s tail onto him.

“How’s it looking?” Pooh asked.

“There we go,” Sora said. Eeyore swung his tail around.

“It’s not much of a tail, but it’s mine. Thanks, everyone,” he said.

“I wish we could put the Hundred Acre Wood back the way it was, too!” Pooh said. Owl sat on the branch of the tree, waving a wing. Pooh’s words made Sora more determined to find the rest of the book’s torn pages. Sora left the hill and found Pooh at his house, sitting on a log outside.

“Brrr! I think I spend too much time on the swing,” he said as he shivered. Sora targeted the pile of sticks in front of them and ignited them into a small fire and Pooh extended his hands to warm them.

“Thank you, Sora. This is nice and warm. You’ve helped us so much. This is just something to say thank you,” he said. Pooh hopped off the log and gave Sora a Mythril stone.

Sora left the 100 Acre Wood and the three traveled to a dark world filled with pumpkins and ghosts. Donald changed their outfits so they blended in with the eerie scenery.

“This sure is a spooky place. I’ll bet the people here are scary- lookin’ too,” Goofy said.

“Don’t worry. We look spooky, too. If they scare us, we’ll scare them right back!” Donald said.

“You think so?” They entered the Town Square and an explosion went off in a nearby laboratory, sending smoke into the air. They saw a group of Search Ghost Heartless in town, but they don’t attacked. Sora made his way over to the laboratory when they heard a booming voice.

“And now, allow me to introduce...” someone said. They looked over to see a short man in an extremely tall hat speaking through a megaphone. He wore a spider as a bow tie and a ribbon reading “Mayor” was attached to his business suit. From their angle, it looked like he had a second face behind his head.

“The master of terror... the king of nightmares—Jack Skellington!” the Mayor said. The line of Search Ghosts parted as they presented the fountain in the middle of the square, where a tall, thin figure was emerging from the green water. He had a black and white striped outfit and long bony fingers. His head was naught but a skull; behind his eyes, only blackness. He striked a pose and smiled, and the Mayor ran over to him.

“Bravo, Jack! Bravo! Those ghosts will be a big hit at this year’s Halloween!” the Mayor said. The Mayor grinned wildly as Jack stepped out from the fountain.

“Thank you, thank you! But their movement still needs work. It’s not scary enough,” Jack said. He hung his head.

“I want to strike bone-chilling terror,” he said. He lifted his arms in a creepy pose, and the Mayor backed up.

“I’m going to consult the doctor,” Jack said. He stood up and walked to the laboratory.

“Then I’ll go attend to the decorations,” Mayor said. He ran away gleefully. So gleefully, in fact, that he ran in the wrong direction and has to turn around. Sora, Donald, and Goofy followed Jack to Doctor Finkelstein’s research lab, where the doctor was inspecting the Heartless on the examination table from the comfort of his wheelchair. The various machines on the walls gurgled and hissed.

“I don’t understand. Maybe the guidance system was damaged in the explosion,” Jack said.

“Nonsense. My devices are always perfect!” Finkelstein said. Jack searched through the doctor’s research book.

“Oh, I’ve got it! Why, of course! The Heartless need a heart! Doctor, do you think we can add a heart to that device?” he said.

“Certainly. A heart’s not all that complicated,” Finkelstein said. He rode his motorized wheelchair to the end of the table.

“Let’s get to work,” he said.

“To make a heart, first take a container with a lock...” Jack read. The doctor pulled out a pulsing box shaped like a human heart with a large keyhole on it

“We need the key to this thing first!” Finkelstein said.

“You’re really gonna unlock it for them?” Donald asked.

“Why not? If they succeed, we won’t have to fight the Heartless, right? Besides, I want to see the Heartless dance, too. Don’t you?” Sora asked.

“Not really.” Sora unlocked the heart for them.

“My! That was amazing! Uh, and you are...” Jack said. He cocked his head to the side.

“Sora.” Jack walked up to him.

“Well done, Sora! I’d like you to be a part of this year’s Halloween,” Jack said.

“What’s this Heartless doing here?” Sora asked.

“Oh, the Heartless came to town just recently. What’s frustrating is I can’t get them to dance with me. So the doctor and I are trying to improve the guidance system. He’s quite a genius! Okay, Doctor, let’s continue. The ingredients for a heart: Pulse.” A pulsing frog was placed on the table.

“Emotion,” Jack said.

“Terror,” Finkelstein said.

“Fear.” The doctor’s hand slid off a pane of glass on the table, making an eerie screech.

“Hope and despair,” Jack said. Two snakes, with their mouths over each other’s tails, were placed on the table and they glanced at one another.

“Mix them all together, and we have a heart!” Jack said. The doctor completed this and placed the heart into the console of the machine. He wheeled over to a large lever and initiated the experiment. The machine sparked to life, gears clicking and whirling. Electricity crackled over the Heartless, who suddenly sat up with its arms outstretched, before falling limp.

“It failed!” Finkelstein said. Jack looked disappointed and the doctor peered over his research book.

“Maybe we’re missing some ingredients. Let’s try adding memory,” Finkelstein said. The doctor opened his skullcap and literally scratched his brain.

“Sally! Sally! Good-for-nothing girl! Don’t know why I bothered creating her!” he said. He slammed his fists on the arms of his wheelchair and closed his skull. He whirled around to face Sora and his friends.

“Sally’s got the memory we need. See if you can track her down,” he said.

“No problem. Sora, would you like to come along?” Jack said.

“Sure,” Sora said. They left the laboratory and saw the Mayor at the bottom of the stairs, his unhappy face on.

“Jack! Jack! We have a major crisis! The Heartless are completely out of control! We can’t stop them!” Mayor yelled into his microphone.

“Hmm... Maybe our experiment triggered something. Everything will be fine, Mayor. You have nothing to worry about,” Jack said. Donald tapped his foot, looking in Jack’s direction. They entered Guillotine Plaza and fought a group of Heartless before entering the Graveyard.

“Let’s check this place, too, once the Heartless here are out of our way,” Sora said. They defeated the Heartless in the Graveyard and a ghostly dog with a glowing pumpkin for a nose, rose out of his doghouse grave and Jack walked up to him.

“Zero! Have you seen Sally anywhere?” he said. Zero flew over to a gravestone, startling the person behind it. A rag doll with long hair stood up and looked over at them, the stitches covering her body clearly visible.

“Is something wrong, Jack?” she asked.

“No, everything’s going great. We’re going to have the best Halloween ever. All we need now is your memory,” Jack said, excitedly.

“‘Memory?’ You mean this?” She pulled out a gnarled flower. She gave the Forget-Me-Not to Jack, who stared at it curiously.

“Jack, I have a bad feeling about this. Why don’t you try something else? There’s still time,” Sally said.

“Nothing could beat what I’ve got planned!” Jack said as he spun around to face her.

“Once we give the Heartless a heart, they’ll dance just as I envision it,” he said but Sally looked worried.

“Trust me. You’re going to love it!” he said. Sora started talking to Sally.

“I have a bad feeling about this. If only Jack would reconsider... I’m happy if he’s happy, but I’m just so worried about him. I’m worried about him because I...well, I just am. Jack, why not have these kids star in the festival instead? They both look rather frightful. And funny, too. They’d be better than the Heartless,” Sally said. Sora, Donald, Goofy, and Jack left the Graveyard, with Sally following. From a coffin near the end of the graveyard, laughter erupted before the lid flew open. Three little imps jumped out dressed like a devil, witch, and skeleton, respectively. They wore masks on their faces because they liked it.

“Lock!”

“Shock!”

“Barrel!” The little imps huddled together.

“Did you hear that?” Barrel asked.

“Yeah, I sure did! A heart! What should we do?” Lock said.

“Gosh, you really are stupid! Isn’t it obvious?” Shock said.

“Tell Oogie Boogie,” Barrel said and the of them laughed. Sora and company returned to Dr. Finkelstein’s Lab and gave him the “memory”.

“Yes. This is it. Now, just one more ingredient. We need “surprise” to complete the heart. The mayor should know where it is,” Finkelstein said. Meanwhile, Lock, Shock, and Barrel were trembling in the presence of a laughing monster named Oogie Boogie. He had the appearance of a burlap sack tied together with thread. Two holes for the eyes curved evilly, giving him a nightmarish look. His hands and feet ended in points, rather than fingers, and an opening in the cloth was stitched together for the mouth.

“A heart? That bonehead Jack is really making a heart? I’ll be jiggered! That works for me!” he smiled.

“Ohh, when I get my hands on that...” He looked at his pointed extremities.

“Well, I’ve got no hands, but I’m still gonna nab that heart and control the Heartless,” he cackled powerfully. Sora, Donald, Goofy and Jack found the Mayor in the Boneyard near a giant pumpkin and talked to him.

“Ghost rise from those tombstones. Check the tombstones in the order the ghosts appear. If you get it wrong, you’re in for a surprise!” Mayor said. He pointed to a nearby group of gravestones, where they saw three ghosts rising from various ones and vanishing. They picked the correct ones and there was an explosion behind them.

“Splendid! Now go look at the pumpkin,” Mayor said. They turned around to see the pumpkin destroyed with a treasure chest inside. They opened it and took out a Jack-in-the-Box. They returned to Dr. Finkelstein’s Lab and gave him the Jack-in-the-Box.

“Yes. This is it,” he said. The doctor assembled the ingredients into the heart.

“There you go. This time it’s sure to work,” he said. He wheeled over with the heart on his lap, when Barrel jumped out from under his research table, tripping him over.

“Ya!” Barrel said. Finkelstein yelled as he fell out of his chair, causing the heart to bounce over the table and into Lock’s arms. The doctor growled, shaking a gloved fist at them. Lock snickered and the three escaped.

“The nerve of those little hooligans, stealing my work!” Finkelstein said. Sora, Donald, Goofy, and Jack raced after the trio to Guillotine Square.

“We lost them!” Sora said. Jack tapped a hand on his leg, calling Zero over to him.

“Zero, after them, quick!” he said. Zero flew towards the Graveyard to Moonlight Hill, where a large curled hill unfurled, making a pathway to a bridge. Lock, Shock, and Barrel rode in a walking bathtub over the hill. Sora and company arrived and defeated the Heartless in the area. They found a hidden switch in a gravestone, which unfurled the hill for them and they walked across to the bridge to Oogie’s Manor, where the bathtub was approaching a wooden bridge. Sora, Donald, Goofy, and Jack ran in.

“I knew Oogie Boogie was behind this!” Jack said. They stared up towards the twisted mansion. They made their way up the mansion, fighting Heartless until they found the topmost room. They entered the Evil Playroom to find Lock, Shock, and Barrel tossing the heart down a shaft. They whirled around when they entered. Sora and company subdued the three imps and forced them to talk.

“We were just following orders! Oogie Boogie told us to steal the heart. It’s all Barrels fault! It was his idea to tell Oogie Boogie about the heart,” Shock said.

“Yeah, that’s right!” Lock said.

“B-But you guys said—” Barrel said.

“You should be ashamed!” Shock said.

“Oogie Boogie made us do it. We had no choice,” Lock said.

“Oogie Boogie told us not to give away his hiding place. Oh, and we’re not supposed to talk about the lever, either,” Barrel said. Sora activated a lever on a control panel and geared in the wall begin to spin.

“What’s he going to do with the heart? Beats me. I’d stay away from Oogie Boogie if I were you,” Barrel said.

“Hey, I was just following Oogie Boogie’s orders! We don’t have the heart! Oogie Boogie has it!” Shock said.

“There’s no way I’m gonna take you to him! If I did that, Oogie Boogie would eat us too,” Lock said.

“You’ll never find the green door!” They made their way down to Oogie’s Torture Chamber, which looked like a giant roulette wheel. They ran in and found Oogie Boogie with the heart.

“Oogie Boogie, give me back the heart!” Jack said.

“You want it? Well, then come on over and get it!” Oogie Boogie said. He put the heart in his mouth and swallowed it to everyone’s surprise. He began cackling.

“Now, let’s see if I can get their attention. Oh, Heartless!” he said. Two Gargoyle Heartless appeared behind him.

“This is it?” he asked as he started to get angry.

“Nobody disrespects me! Nobody!” he yelled. He pulled a switch causing an explosion from behind Sora and company, knocking them into the pit of the roulette wheel. The Heartless flew down and attacked them, but they were quickly defeated.

“C’mon, baby!” Oogie said. Him, being a gambling man, threw exploding dice into the pit, but they dodged out of the way. Sora activated a switch that raised his section of the pit, allowing him access to the boogeyman. Sora held a hand to his chest and raised his Keyblade, which lit up and a bubble dropped down from above. The bubble popped, revealing a young elephant with enormous ears. Sora jumped onto Dumbo, grabbing onto the elephant’s hat. Dumbo flew into the air with his huge ears and sprayed a torrent of water at Oogie Boogie. Once the boogeyman had enough of this, he activated an explosion. Dumbo disappeared and Sora was sent back into the pit. Donald attempted to strike Oogie from below with Thunder and Gravity spells.

“This would be a lot easier if (Y/N) was here,” Donald said.

“Agreed,” Sora said.

“Buzzsaw!” Oogie said. A spinning saw blade whirled past Sora, nearly slicing him in half. The roulette wheel began spinning around, sending Sora, Donald, and Goofy in front of three slot machines.

“Bone Soldiers!” Oogie said. The eyes of the slot machines glowed and they raised their pistols, shooting at the three of them. They jumped out of the way onto another button that sent all four of them upward to face Oogie. They attacked Oogie Boogie with everything they had, causing the villain’s burlap sack to open and a swarm of squirming bugs to fall all over the floor. Oogie Boogie screamed before the sack fell motionless with the heart still inside as a final blue bug crawled out of it. It landed on its back, squirming on the floor of the pit.

“So, that heart was a failure after all,” Jack said. They left Oogie’s Manor, crossing the wooden bridge back to the ridge they entered from, when a large explosion occurred behind them, sending everyone off balance.

“Huh?” Jack asked. Dust billowed out from the mansion and they heard Oogie Boogie moaning. When the dust settled, they saw his body overtaking the house, covered in orb of darkness.

“Whoa! How did he get so big?” Sora said.

“Look! It’s brimming with the power of darkness! Oogie Boogie is drawing power from those dark globs!” Jack said.

“So we just have to destroy those things, right?” The four jumped down as the bridge was now destroyed and made their way up the living mansion, destroying the dark orbs in their path. After the final one was taken out, the mansion quaked and crumbled to the ground. In its place a giant Keyhole appeared. Sora sent a beam of light into the air, which broke up and fell on the Keyhole, locking it. They returned to Dr. Finkelstein’s Lab, where Sally was waiting for them.

“Sally, why didn’t I listen to you?” Jack asked.

“Don’t feel bad, Jack. We’ll come up with another plan for Halloween. Next time, we’ll do it together,” Sally said. They held hands and stared into each other’s eyes. Sora, Donald, and Goofy then spoke to Jack.

“I guess we have no choice. We’ll have to cancel the Heartless Halloween festival for now. Here, I want you to have this,” Jack said. He then gives Sora a keychain.

“Visit us any time, Sora. Next year’s Halloween will be the scariest ever!” he said. The doctor was rereading his research book, thinking out loud.

“Emotion, memory... We put in all the necessary ingredients. What else do you need to make a heart? What is a heart, anyway? I can’t figure it out,” he said.

~~~~

You were sitting in front of the door, having more of your power radiating off of you while having your arms tied up like a puppet.

“How much longer till we’re ready?” Maleficent asked.

“Almost,” Riku said.

“Excellent.” She then walked away leaving Riku alone with you. He walked up to you and cupped your cheek.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, weakly.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said. You started to cry and Riku wiped your tears away with his thumb.

“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon,” he said. He stood up and walked away, leaving you by yourself.

“Sora...please help me,” you said.

To be continued...

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If his football career wasn't at stake, Dash would never have even dreamed of going to Freaky Fenton's house. If Dash had known that Fenton was going to the one tutoring him, not his admittedly-hot older sister, he would have thrown football to the winds of chance. Yeah, getting an academic suspension from sports would suck and wreck havoc on his social status, but being caught at the Fentons? Social suicide, that's what it was. He'd rather die.

And yet, here he was.

He leveled a glare at Fentonail, who shrunk down in his seat.

"Why are you even doing this?" he growled.

"I need the community service," said Danny, nervously twirling his pencil between his fingers. "So, could you please, maybe, take out your book so I can teach you basic algebra? Maybe?"

Dash scowled at the way Fentonio said basic. It sounded like an insult. No matter how many times Dash wailed on Fenton, he always seemed to bounce back to this.

The silence of the house grew around them.

"Hey, where are your parents, freak?"

"Out," said Fenton, shortly.

"Oh, yeah?" said Dash, getting an idea. He grinned, as Fentoad's face fell. Clearly, even the freak could realize when he'd made a mistake, and made a mistake he had.

After all, it was one thing to visit the weirdo's house. It was another thing entirely to brave his crackpot parents' mad scientists' lab. He could brag about that forever. As a bonus, it would probably get Fentina in trouble, too.

He pushed out from the table, the wimpy chair falling over behind him. That door with the hazard symbol looked promising.

"Dash, wait, where are you going?" asked Fentoerag in his pathetic voice, which hadn't even started to properly crack yet. "You can't go in there!" he exclaimed as Dash put his hand on the doorknob. "That's the lab."

"Yeah, so?" asked Dash, peering down the mostly-dark stairs. He found the light switch, which bathed the basement in harsh white fluorescent light.

"So, there's a lot of dangerous stuff down there!"

Dash scoffed. "Please, as if your parents could make anything that worked well enough to be dangerous." He started to clomp down the stairs, his footsteps echoing slightly off of the metal walls. Near the bottom, though, he realized he was missing something he had suspected. He half-turned. Fentinkerbell was still hovering at the door. "What, are you scared?"

"What? No!"

"You are! Wait 'til I tell everyone that Fender-Bender is scared of his own basement!"

"I'm not scared!"

"So scared he started crying! Are you afraid of the dark, too?"

"I'm not! You shouldn't be down there, some of the things explode."

"Then come stop me, Fentertainment," said Dash, hopping off the stairs and waving over his shoulder as he examined the lab benches. This place really did look like something out of a science-fiction movie, complete with shiny circuits and bubbling green liquids.

He stopped in front of a large, circular hole in the wall. Dash was tall, but even as he approached to stand in the mouth of the hole, the ceiling was almost a meter above him. It kind of looked like something you'd see on a spaceship. Definitely high-budget sci-fi. He stepped over the threshold, then paused as finally heard Fenton coming down the stairs.

"Decided to show up, twinkletoes?"

"Yeah, yeah, ha-ha. You're hilarious, Dash, now can we please get out before you get us both killed? Being in there is really dangerous."

"You're just scared of your parents."

"Why would I be scared of my parents? Let's go, Dash."

Dash didn't like that tone. He walked farther into the hole. "What even is this piece of junk, anyway?"

"It's the Fenton Ghost Portal, and it's not a piece of junk."

"Oh, yeah? Does it work?"

Silence.

"I didn't think so," said Dash, triumphantly.

"Come on, Dash, we're both going to get in trouble."

Dash hummed, as if considering it, and spotted a sort of outcropping near the ceiling. That would be a great place to hang a wedgied Fenton from. "I'll come out... If you prove you're not a scaredy cat."

"Dash..."

"Come on in. What're you afraid of? It doesn't work, anyway."

He turned back to the tunnel mouth. Fenton was standing there, eerily back-lit. Dash couldn't see his expression. This was another reason Dash beat him up. Somehow, no matter what, he always found a way to be creepy.

"Fine," said Fentolio, turning away.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Crap. If he actually just walked away, what would Dash do? He couldn't go without Fenton coming in, he'd lose too much face.

"Unlike some people," called Fenton, "I wear proper lab safety gear, because I don't want to wind up with a third arm, or my brain melting out my nose."

When he came back into view, Dash lost it, laughing. "You look just like your freak parents, Freak-ton. You gonna start going on about the wonders of spandex."

Fenton looked down at his black and white spandex. "It isn't spandex, it's hazmat." He pulled a mask down over his face.

Dash covered up his sudden unease by laughing harder. "You keep telling yourself that. Is that your dad's face on that onesie?"

For a moment, Dash thought he'd actually made Fenton mad, mad enough to really react, but all the scrawny freak did was tear off the sticker and stride into the tunnel mouth. Unlike Dash's shoes, Fenton's boots were almost completely silent against the hard metal floor. Dash had to wonder what they were made of.

"I'm in here. Are you happy now? Can we go?"

"Let's see," said Dash, pretending to think. "No." He grabbed Fenton by the front of his suit, and lifted him up off the floor. He frowned. How did this come off? He couldn't very well give him a wedgie if he couldn't get to his underwear.

He did not expect Fenton to kick him.

He did not expect to fall back into the wall, dropping Fenton.

He did not expect Fenton to use the wall to pick himself up.

He did not expect Fenton's groping hand to find a bright green button on the wall.

He did not expect the click and the flash of light that followed.

He did not expect the pain.

They all happened anyway.

The rest of the A-list probably thought Dash's behavior strange, but Dash didn't care. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with Fenton. He didn't want to be in the same room as him. Every minute they were breathing the same air was another chance for that to happen. So far, it had only happened when they touched, a mistake Dash wasn't going to make again any time soon, even if his fists itched to punch the little punk, but Dash didn't want to take the risk that it might happen just out of proximity.

If Dash had his way, he'd be transferring out of district, and soon.

He glowered across the room at the freak and his freak friends. Probably the freak was spilling everything. Dash had told him not to, but Dash couldn't really back up his threats anymore.

As it so happened, Danny was not spilling everything to his friends, even if they were trying to figure out why he'd been so jumpy for the last month in-between arguing with each other over the latest menu change.

"Danny, I just don't get why you've been so jumpy lately," said Sam, biting into her vegan sandwich with gusto. "I mean, Dash quit the tutoring program, right? You don't have to worry about him anymore."

That was so untrue that it took all of Danny's willpower not to start laughing hysterically.

"Maybe," said Tucker, aggressively poking a bit of lettuce with his fork, "it's all this junk you're making us eat. You can't get a good night's sleep with a stomach full of this stuff! Seriously! Look at the circles under his eyes."

Danny ducked his head and pulled back. He had felt like he was half-dead lately, and, god, he shouldn't joke about that, not even in his own head, not after what had happened to him and Dash in that portal.

Although, it did seem like Danny was more effected than Dash was. Dash looked the picture of health, as far as Danny could tell. On the other hand, maybe the strain on Danny and his inability to sleep at night were more because he was trying to sleep a hallway down from his ghost-hunting parents, and, well...

Danny was pretty sure he wasn't human anymore, at least.

As if that thought summoned bad luck, Danny felt the air in his lungs turn to ice. He doubled over, pained. No. Not here. Not now. He covered up his mouth, trying not to let the damning mist leak from between his lips. If Sam and Tucker knew, what would they think?

"Danny?"

"Man, are you okay?"

Danny shook his head, and, when a hand came down on his shoulder, he jumped up from the table and ran out, letting instinct guide his feet. He had to find it. He'd been able to get rid of those octopuses, right? He hadn't even needed... that.

He slid into the kitchen. The ghost, an elderly, green-skinned lunch lady, floated in front of the stove. Danny tensed. She didn't seem like too much of a threat, but he wasn't sure that meant anything to ghosts. The octopuses had beaten him up a lot, after all. He still had bruises all up and down his side, and his parents were wondering whether or not he had a death wish of some kind. He'd gotten a lecture about fighting ghosts.

Of course, Sam and Tucker were right behind him.

"Danny, what are you doing? We can't be in here!"

"I know I usually encourage rebellion, but-"

The ghost turned. Danny could hear stunned gasps from both Sam and Tucker.

"Hello, children, can you help me? Today's lunch is meatloaf, but I don't see the meatloaf. Did somebody change the menu?"

"Y-yeah," said Tucker. "She did." He hooked a thumb at Sam, who looked at him incredulously.

The ghost suddenly swelled in size. "YOU CHANGED THE MENU? THE MENU HAS BEEN THE SAME FOR FIFTY YEARS!" Her hair burst into fire. Her eyes started to strobe.

"Run," squeaks Danny, because that's all he can think of right now. There's no way he can fight this.

Plates and silverware rose out of the sink and shot at Sam. Danny just barely tackled her out of the way. This did not please the lunch lady, who roared. The stoves roared, too, shooting flames from their burners and doors, even though Danny had been sure they were electric, not gas.

"Run!" shouted Danny again, louder, hauling Sam to her feet.

They made for the cafeteria doors.

Sam didn't make it. The ghost grabbed her, and flew away, meat products trailing in her wake.

Tucker gaped. "Oh my god," he said. "That was a ghost. A ghost has Sam. Your parents aren't crazy. What do we do? What do we do? Do we call the police? Your parents?"

"No," said Danny. He loved his parents, but he couldn't imagine them making this situation better. "Just..." He shook himself. He knew what he needed to do. He remembered the power available to them in that form. "Look, do you think you can get me a distraction in the cafeteria? Something that would clear the room?"

"What?"

"Please, trust me. I can do something about this."

Tucker's whole face wavered. His skin was bloodless. "You're sure? You won't get yourself kidnapped?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," asserted Danny with a confidence he didn't feel. "I'll be fine, and Sam will be, too, and- and- I'll explain everything later, I promise. It's just- It's too much right now. You understand?"

"Sure," said Tucker. "Sure. Well, one food fight coming up." He cautiously pushed open the doors to the cafeteria and slipped inside.

Danny turned, and exited into the hallway. Based on where the A-Listers usually sat, he'd come out... Yes, over here. Then he'd go to his locker, possibly pull out a spare set of clothes...

Perhaps Danny should be disturbed that he knew so much about his bully's habits, but the knowledge had kept him from getting beaten up in the past.

He waited, hiding in the janitor's closet, feeling like trash for wasting time while Sam was in danger.

At the end of the hall, the cafeteria doors burst open and students covered in various vegan-and-vegetarian-friendly meal choices swarmed out, complaining and attempting to avoid eye-contact with incensed teachers.

Sure enough, Dash came stomping down the hallway, looking fit to punch something. Or someone. Usually, Danny would have been that someone.

If they circumstances were different, Danny might be marveling at how the tables had turned.

As soon as Dash passed by, Danny grabbed his sleeve and pulled him into the closet, the element of surprise overcoming muscle, if only for a moment. Dash pulled back his hand, making as if to punch Danny, but stopped, blood draining from his face, as he recognized who had grabbed him. At once, he pressed himself against the other side of the tiny room, as far from Danny as he could get.

"What do you want, Fentwerp?" he demanded, as Danny shut the door.

Danny regarded him, head cocked to one side. Should he try to explain first, or jump right in? No, if he tried to explain, Dash would find a way to get past him, and every minute he wasted dealing with Dash was a minute Sam spent in the hands of that ghost.

He leaped at Dash, arms outstretched. Dash instinctively raised his hands to block him.

There was a flash as Danny's body sizzled into energy and was absorbed by Dash's. Danny's mind whirled as it was set loose from most physical concerns and was suddenly beset by signals and instincts that it had only encountered twice before, power a constant headache inducing thrum.

Almost at once, Danny was absorbed by the complex task of making sure all that power didn't just explode out. The outside world seemed to dim and gray, sounds and tactile sensations moving to a similar distance. His focus was the constant puzzle of making sure things worked, that they stayed together.

But he couldn't immerse himself in that just yet.

Dash. A ghost attacked us and took Sam. We have to get her back! He sent Dash pictures of the encounter, even as Dash started to freak out about the changes in his appearance.

"Nuh-uh! No way!" Dash replied, unnecessarily loudly. "I'm not getting into your ghost business."

Rich for a guy floating a foot off the floor. Save Sam.

"Get out of my head!"

No. Not until you save Sam.

"Get your freak parents to do it!"

Danny pushed the strongest disapproval he could along their mental connection. They aren't freaks and they can't handle this. Trust me. We have to do it. I can keep us like this all night. Danny wasn't sure he could, but it was a good threat.

"No you can't! I'll miss practice!"

Save Sam. Danny's mental voice was weaker, as more of his attention and energy was demanded by the powers that jumped at their heightened emotions.

Dash crossed his arms and fell silent.

Your grades already suck. Think you can afford to skip?

Dash growled. "Fine. Where is she? Where's this ghost? Do you even know?"

Danny didn't, and his uncertainty must have shown through, because Dash started laughing.

"This is all some sort of stupid revenge prank you losers cooked up, isn't it?"

We can find her, said Danny, anxiously. The ghost couldn't have just disappeared- Except it could have. It was a ghost. But it had been trailing meat behind it, and... Tucker can find her. The ghost had meat with her, and Tucker can smell meat a mile off.

"Your friends are freaks, Freak-tonio."

Danny spared Dash a mental hiss, then fell silent, monitoring a process that he thought might have something to do with intangibility.

"Fenton?"

He nudged it slightly as it threatened to spin off and activate on its own.

"Fenton?"

Everything here was so finicky, and he didn't have a system yet.

"Fenton!"

Shut up, I'm trying to keep us from falling through the floor. Save Sam.

Dash floated cautiously through the halls, turning invisible now and again. Keeping them from falling through the floor. Yeah, right. He had perfect control over these 'ghost powers' even without Fenton's help. Fenton was just a lazy nerd.

He focused on being invisible again as a junior went by. It wasn't like Dash was afraid of being seen. He didn't have that whole 'oh, no, I'm a ghost, my parents are going to kill me' paranoia that Fenton did. He just didn't want to be mistaken for a weirdo cosplayer. Because that's what he looked like, between the green eyes, white hair, and weird clothes. Weird clothes being Fenton's color-swapped jumpsuit stretched thin over Dash's muscles, and, on top of that, a black-and-white version of his letterman jacket, except with all the letters being replaced with weird symbols. It was so weird. Weird enough to make Dash wish he knew more adjectives.

Several minutes of sneaking around went by before Dash realized he had no idea where freak friend number two was.

"Fenton," he hissed. "Fenton!"

All he got in return was a bleary sense of annoyance. Was he sleeping? And expecting Dash to do all the work and get beaten up by a ghost? Oh, if Dash could get his hands on him...

"Where's Foley?"

Detention, probably, said Fenton, shortly, words faded at their ends.

Great. Wonderful. Perfect. Lancer would probably be there. Usually, Lancer would be more than accommodating to Dash, on account of donations made by sports-loving parents being the only thing keeping the school solvent, but Dash was barred from playing until he got his grades up. He'd lost his bargaining power.

Also, even Lancer wouldn't take him seriously in this getup.

Still, he turned to the detention room, and stealthily made his way forward, pretending he was stealing bases, like in baseball.

He peaked through the latticed detention room door window, and saw Foley but no Lancer. Okay. Maybe this wouldn't suck as much as he'd thought. Actually, this might be kind of fun. He grinned. What better to scare the nerd than a ghost?

With a thought, he phased through the door, making sure to stay out of Foley's line of sight. God, this was just too easy. The nerd was oblivious.

He grabbed Foley by the shirt and shook him. The resulting squeak was incredibly satisfying.

It did not make up for the shriek of rage that cut through Dash's mind. Foley slipped through Dash's suddenly intangible fingers as Fenton's mind went back to doing whatever the hell it had been doing before.

Dash, of course covered his surprise and consternation by looming over Foley.

"Who are you?" asked Foley, eyes wide.

Dash almost told him, but suddenly realized it would be better for his dignity if he didn't. "It doesn't matter," he said. "A... little birdie told me you're good at tracking meat?"

Foley's already bug-like eyes got even wider. "You're what Danny was talking about when he said he had a way to save Sam? But you're a ghost!"

Dash rolled his eyes, and ignored Fenton's incensed hiss. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Foley. Less talking more sniffing." He shoved Foley towards the door.

And Foley actually did sniff. Like a dog.

What a freak.

He led the way down oddly dark hallways with flickering lights and down stairs to the frigid basement where, lo and behold, Manson was held prisoner in a mound of meat.

Served her right, for forcing that gross vegan crap on all of them.

Fenton mentally smacked him. Fight her. Save Sam.

"Easy for you to say," grumbled Dash under his breath, "you're not the one doing anything." Even so, fighting was something Dash could get behind.

"What?" whispered Foley.

"Shut up, nerd."

Then the lunch lady ghost caught on fire again, and everything went to hell. Fast.

Fighting with superpowers was harder than comic books made it looked. Most of the time, Dash kept getting thrown around into the floor, into the walls, into boxes of frozen meat.

He was going to be a giant bruise tomorrow. Hell, he was already a giant bruise.

One of the ghost's attacks hit Manson and Foley, making Fenton suddenly jump to attention.

"Fine! Fine, I get it!" snarled Dash, flying at the two smaller children. He grabbed them, and flew through a wall and the ground, up into the open sky.

God, it was late. School was letting out. His parents were going to kill him for skipping the second half of the school day.

Also, he was exhausted. He started to drift lower, and lower, until, a few feet from the ground, the transformation gave out, and four teenagers tumbled to the ground.

Dash bounced to his feet, feeling refreshed. Fenton was asleep on the ground. Typical lazy loser.

Manson and Foley were staring at him, their eyes round and their mouths open. "Dash Baxter?" said Manson, incredulously.

It suddenly occurred to Dash how bad this could get. After all, comic book superheroes had reasons for having secret identities.

"Yeah," said Dash, sneering. "And if you tell anyone about this, well, you'd wish I'd just pummeled you."

He turned on his heel and walked off, trying and failing to make it seem like he wasn't running.

He was never doing that again.

When Danny woke up he felt like he had taken fifteen math finals and then been hit with a car. He moaned and rolled over.

"Hey, Danny? Are you okay?"

"Sam?" he said, wondering why she was in the hospital with him. Because he had to be in the hospital if he was feeling this bad.

Then he remembered.

He sat up straight in his bed. "Sam!" he said, joyfully. "You aren't kidnapped anymore!"

"Y-yeah," said Tucker, who was also in his room. "About that."

"What will you do if she comes back?" asked Tucker as he walked to school with Danny and Sam.

Danny shrugged. In an act that Danny would be eternally grateful for, his two friends had put aside their food-related rivalry in favor of an existential crisis. "Blackmail Dash into helping again, I guess."

"Do you think that'd work?" asked Sam. "I mean, he can't kick you out, can he?"

"Not if I hold on, I think," said Danny, gripping the straps of his backpack. "At least, he couldn't yesterday." He really hoped the ghost didn't come back. "We haven't exactly experimented."

"You probably should," said Tucker.

"Even if it's Dash?"

"Especially if it's Dash. If I know my comic books, and I do, this is probably your life, now."

"This isn't a comic book, Tucker," said Sam.

They reached the school just in time to see a giant truck with the word MEAT emblazoned across it pull into the driveway.

Cold stabbed through Danny's chest, and a wisp of blue forced its way out from between his lips.

"Oh, this is going to suck, isn't it?"

Dash wasn't about to admit it, but he was hiding, and not from the giant meat monster. He was hiding from Fenton. There was no way in hell he was going to fight that. Fenton would just have to get the attention of his freaky parents. Or the police. Or the military. Yeah, that sounded good.

He crouched lower behind the dumpster as something crunched out in the school's front lawn. He didn't want to think about what could have caused that noise.

Breathe, Dash, breathe, he told himself. He turned away.

Fenton was there, standing right in front of him, his eyes strangely reflective.

"Found you," he said.

So, Dash was once again fighting a ghost while Fenton slept in the back of his head. This was harder to do than it sounded, even for the great Dash Baxter, because the goth freak kept riling up the ghost with her vegan nonsense.

Although, honestly, Dash didn't get it either. It was a meat ghost. Shouldn't it be happy it wasn't going to be eaten?

Then the meat monster split itself into one big meat monster and a bunch of little meat monsters. The little monsters were puny, no match for Dash, but there were a lot of them.

A whole lot of them.

A whole lot of them who hauled Dash up into the sky, turned around, and then started hurtling towards the ground.

Dash did not scream like a little girl. No matter what Fenton might insinuate later.

(Danny did not insinuate anything later. He was too busy maintaining the fusion to notice.)

Halfway down, Dash 1) remembered he could fly, and 2) was hit in the face by something cylindrical and shiny.

Also, hey, were those Fenton's parents? What were they doing over there? Why weren't they fighting the meat monster.

Fenton thermos, whispered Fenton. One sec. Dash's hands started glowing blue, then faded.

"What the hell?"

Traps ghosts. Use it.

"How?"

Fenton showed him a series of images.

"You're lucky I'm better coordinated than you are," grumbled Dash, turning back to the meat monster. "Here goes nothing."

He pointed the 'Fenton thermos' at the ghost, hit the button on the side, and blue light, the same color that his hands had glowed, poured from the mouth, surrounding the ghost and sucking it it. Almost automatically, Dash capped the thermos.

"Huh," he said, surprised the thing had actually worked. Maybe the Fentons weren't as crazy as he had thought.

No, scratch that. They were the reason he was in this mess to begin with. Screw them.

It was then that Dash noticed the cheering. Dash was used to being cheered, it came with being a genius sports star, but this felt... different, somehow. He looked down, and gave a half-hearted wave to the people below. Being cheered or not, he didn't exactly want anyone to see him like this.

He flew away.

They separated behind the school, and Danny leaned against the wall, panting. Keeping the fusion together, managing all that power, it was tiring, and, even if it technically wasn't his body doing the fighting, Danny still felt every blow. It took a couple minutes for Danny to get his breathing under control, and while he did that, he had time to think.

What they had done, up there, fighting that lunch lady ghost, protecting people... It had felt good, it had felt right, as if something he had been missing his whole life had been revealed and filled in. If he could help people like that again, he'd even work with Dash.

Too bad Dash probably didn't feel the same way.

Speaking of Dash... He looked up. Surprisingly, Dash was still there, looking down at him.

Dash wasn't sure why he was still there, watching Fenton struggle to breathe. It really was pathetic. Fenton was such a wimp. But.

But.

Maybe Fenton really was doing something while they were stuck together, after all. Maybe it really did take something out of him. He did have a bruise forming on his lip, just like Dash... If he was getting hurt, too, doing this probably took him more courage than Dash had given him credit for.

"What?" asked Fenton, harshly, looking up at him.

Dash tried to pull his lips into a smirk, but they weren't cooperating.

"Guess you're not as much of a wimp as I thought you were," said Dash. "But you're still a wimp."

"Great. Wonderful to hear."

The freak couldn't take a compliment, could he? "So, if you run into more ghosts, you'd better come to somebody who can actually take care of them." He pointed both his thumbs at himself. "Me."

Fenton's jaw went up and down. "Are you serious?"

Dash snorted. "I'm not gonna repeat myself, Fen-dork." He tossed the 'thermos' at Fenton. "You take care of that."

"Right," said Fenton, almost fumbling the thing. He took a couple steps backwards, then sprinted away.

What a loser.

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darlingpetao3 · 5 years ago

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The Man From S.T.A.R. (Labs) (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: During an undercover mission at a masquerade, you and Harry must extract information from a major criminal. But never would you have expected that you and your partner would grow closer from the operation.

Tag List: @blogforhoes

You’re not sure why Harry gets to change into his party outfit in the S.T.A.R. Labs van while you’re left to change into yours in your car. There is not enough room in here to maneuver around.

There’s a voice in your ear - your comms.

“There’s an alley just around the corner, (Y/N),” Caitlin informs you. “When you’re ready, we’ll kick Harry out to join you.” Something in her tone tells you that she’s enjoying this situation. A little too much, possibly. Everyone on Team Flash seems to think that you and Harry are perfect for each other when really all you do bicker and there’s always this weird tension between you that always goes unmentioned.

So, of course the Team would take any opportunity to send you out on a mission - a critical undercover mission - with the resident grump, Harry Wells. Normally, they wouldn't send him out in the field with something like this, but it’s not like you call the shots here. And he did offer to go with you in the first place.

He better not mess this up.

On the way to the alley next to the building, you fasten the lace and jewelled black mask around your face with its ribbon. Tonight, you’re attending a masquerade, and though you’ll be undercover and it’ll make it easier to walk around virtually unknown, it will also prove a little more challenging to locate your target — one of Central City’s underground weapon smugglers, if not the wickedest.

Luckily, all you have to do is gather intel on the guy, which is where your special metahuman ability comes into play…

You hear a series of mumblings under his breath before he even rounds the corner. What he’s saying is unclear, but you gather Harry is not happy about being paired with you tonight either. But soon enough, the man in question comes to stand directly in front of you, almost as if he’s been nailed to the concrete under his feet.

“(Y/L/N)?”

You see in the orange alleyway light that he’s wearing an all-black three-piece suit with a matching black mask clinging to his face. Harry looks like he’s never looked before, and frankly, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“Harry,” you greet him, impressed, “you look so different.”

“And you,” he gestures to your black off-the-shoulder bodycon dress with a heart-shaped neckline. “You look… very different.”

After a brief awkward and silent pause of semi-secretly admiring one another, there’s a sound in your ear of a throat clearing.

“Are you two gonna get a move on or what?” Cisco ushers you from the confines of the van. “Chop, chop! We got a kingpin to spy on!”

You place a hand to your comms, “Yeah, yeah, we’re going.” At first, you and Harry walk together, side by side, towards the gala’s entrance, but by the time you reach the doors, you think it would probably be best to take his arm.

You are supposed to be each other’s dates, after all.

“What are you doing?” Harry whispers to you.

“I’m taking your arm, what does it look like?” you respond. “We should probably at least appear as if we like each other.”

The older man simply makes a grunt. Typical.

The pair of you casually make your way inside and walk around the room alert for the man you’ve been briefed about. Eventually, Harry nudges your shoulder with his.

“Kingpin at your seven.”

Pretending to admire the hanging chandeliers above the crowd, you turn almost a full one-eighty. That’s when you spot him.

The kingpin is considerably tall, possibly taller than Harry, but it’s still unclear from this standpoint. Slicked back hair, a near-constant frown hidden behind his own mask, and a thick gold ring with a unique insignia on his finger - it’s him alright.

“Here, take my waist,” you instruct your partner.

“What? Why?”

“Because we’re going to dance, genius.”

You place Harry’s hand on your waist for him and take his other hand and begin to dance to the orchestra playing a waltz. There’s something about the beautiful music and Harry’s tall, poised, and well-dressed frame that momentarily makes you forget the entire reason you’re here. And when you do remember, you wish you could forget that and just enjoy the dance with him.

“Am I not supposed to lead?” Harry asks you with the tiniest hint of a smirk.

“Yes, but you’re not leading me in the right direction.” For good measure, you motion your head towards the kingpin standing at the edge of the dancefloor talking with who you assume are his associates.

In a series of breathtakingly graceful spins, Harry dances you nearer to the target. The closer you get, the easier it is to pick up on the conversation. Your ears work almost like that of a radio trying to find the right frequency, but it never takes this long for it to kick in full force.

“There’s something wrong,” you whisper to Harry.

“In what way?”

“My powers. They’re not working. It’s choppy.” You subtly press a finger to your comms again. “Caitlin? Cisco? Barry?” you try, only to receive static in return. “Nothing. I think something is jamming my abilities and the transmission signal. We need to get closer to him.”

And like the genius Harry is, he purposefully lets go of you in a twirl-gone-awry, causing you to “accidentally” knock into the scariest man in Central City.

“Oh, I am so sorry, Sir,” you apologize to the man, and feel like you should already be presented with an Academy Award. “My date is a bit too clumsy for his own good. Not much of a dancer.”

The kingpin, who was first startled, now looks pleasantly surprised at having you be the one to bump into him.

“I am the one who is sorry, Miss,” he replies with a creepy, crooked smile. “You shouldn’t have to be subjected to such terrible dancing on your date’s part.”

As you give an ego-boosting chuckle, Harry moves to your side.

“Evening,” he greets the kingpin.

“Good evening, Sir,” the man replies but turns his attention back to you. “Would you care for a proper dance, Miss? You might find I’m a step up from your partner, here.”

You suddenly feel like you’re sweating bullets. “It would be my pleasure.” Taking his hand is like taking a grenade. When will it go off? You must be careful. Harry’s eyes betray him as you walk past him - utter concern clearly visible. You try to wordlessly alert him to hit up the men the kingpin was talking to for information. It is uncertain whether he picked up on your expression, though.

The kingpin holds you, ready to dance, but you inwardly cringe at his touch, though never letting it show. A true professional in the field.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” you start and proceed to give him a fake name.

“Albert,” is all he says in reply.

“And what is it you do for work, Albert?”

He studies you hard with that dangerous gaze. You half wonder if you’ve just dug your own grave. This man could potentially have this ballroom surrounded. One look from him and Albert could have you pay dearly for a question like that. Maybe even pay by means of a bullet.

“I like to keep my endeavours private, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, you can trust me,” you attempt at sounding entirely innocent and not as if you’re digging for answers.

Albert stops the dance and leans in close.

“I. Don’t. Trust. Anyone.”

Just when you anticipate dying a painful death of being strangled, a familiar voice speaks up. “Excuse me.”

Harry stands at your side, his face entirely threatening towards the kingpin. He dares act this way in front of your target? Then again, thinking about the hints Harry has dropped every once and awhile with the Team, this may not be the first time the Earth-2 man has come face to face with other dangerous people and live to tell the tale.

“I’m stealing my date back,” he states. While part of your heart flutters at his suaveness, your brain shouts at him for interrupting your information extraction.

“What are you doing?” you ask after Albert briskly stalks away. “I almost had what we needed.”

“It doesn’t matter now. I bonded with the associates. I got what we needed,” Harry explains and begins a slow dance with you. “And I had to get you out of that.”

“The whole dancing with a mobster situation?”

“Yeah. I’d hate to subject you to dance with such a heinous person.”

Your palm runs up the back of his suit jacket, and cling to him, feeling now how scared you were moments ago. “I like you much better, anyway.”

Harry raises a questioning eyebrow.

“As a dance partner, I mean.”

“Mm, right. I like you too,” he says. “Also as a dance partner.”

Your laugh comes out as a scoff, and you look away. And maybe it’s your imagination, but could his hold on your waist have grown firmer?

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Is the mission over now? We have all we need, right?” You count exactly four seconds before he answers you.

“Yeah, it’s over. Shall we go then? Get the news to the Team?”

You nod, despite not necessarily wanting this dance to end with Harry. His hands drop from you, but offers his arm instead. You can see it now - the moment you exit the building, everything will go back to the way it was before. You and Harry will go back to your tension-filled bickering and you’ll go back to your stolen glances without acting upon anything.

Unless…

By the time you two reach the exit, you’ve gathered enough nerve to do something you’ve thought about doing for some time now. You stop, causing Harry to halt as well and pull him back behind a large manicured shrub. Before he can even pose the question forming on his tongue, you step on your toes to kiss him. What takes you even more by surprise is that he very readily kisses you back, turning the whole thing quickly into a hot and very welcome opened-mouthed make out.

Never would you have expected Harry Wells’ tongue to be in your mouth tonight, and yet, reality is a funny thing. You can’t help but make a pleased sound at feeling his lips on yours. He answers with a low sound from the back of his throat.

“Achoo!”

You break the kiss slowly, and frown. Harry replicates your expression. Neither of you had sneezed…

“Bless you.”

“Thanks.”

“Sorry, guys. Did we ruin… anything?”

Team Flash is back in your ear, clear as day, and leave you wondering how much they’ve heard. When had the transmission returned? Harry must hear them in his comms too because his face is slowly turning pink.

“How much did you hear?” you ask the van crew suspiciously.

“Hardly anything.” Cisco speaks, “No, I mean nothing.”

“We just tuned in,” Barry adds. “Hi, hello!”

“What’s the scoop? About the kingpin. Not you two. Obviously,” Caitlin rambles. You roll your eyes, and pull the device from your ear. Harry copies your actions, and kisses you once more.

And this time, it’s private.

Requested by @emilyfandoms: On a case, they have to go undercover. Usually, they wouldn't send Harry out but they thought it would be best for the reader and Harry to become closer since the tension is super noticeable between them. (Also the reader is a meta and mainly because they both like one another so the team tryna set them up. Maybe a little age gap up to you :> ). Well, So they dress up all nice and get ready for a masquerade type of party. They end up dancing and getting really close finally admitting their feelings for one another. Maybe a hot make out?

#reader insert #requested #emilyfandoms #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #harry wells x reader #harry wells imagine #earth 2 harrison wells x reader #earth 2 harrison wells imagine #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 6 years ago

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Dance With Me?

A/N: The other day I got an ask about this universe, and it sparked my creativity! So here’s another installment, and a new fusion that I’m super excited to introduce to y’all! Also I really love writing in this universe, it gives me a chance to show how much multishipper trash I am. Enjoy!

Masterpost

Warnings (let me know if there’s anything I should add!): Deceit, implied/refrenced NSFW (blink and you’ll miss it), flirting, self-deprecation, anxious thoughts

Through fusion, Roman had come to realize something. He was completely, totally, utterly in love. And not just with one person, either. He was in love with all of them: Logan, Patton, and Virgil. Whether he was part of Amor with Patton, or if he was just himself, he loved them all dearly. The only problem was, he didn’t quite know what to do about it. So far, all he had been doing was fusing and deflecting. Unfortunately, the only one he had been fusing with was Patton, and not that he didn’t love Patton, but he was curious as to what it would be like fusing with the others. But Virgil seemed rather averse to fusing, and Logan was, well, Logan. So Roman was left moping, wandering around the mindscape and unsure of what to do.

An agonized, frustrated sigh came from Logan’s room. Roman paused by his door, unsure if he heard correctly. His hand hovered by the door, uncertain if he should knock or not. He lowered his hands, and fidgeted with his princely attire, before raising his hand once again to knock.

“Roman, do come in. I can practically hear you internally debating on whether or not you should knock,” Logan’s voice came, before he even had the chance to knock. Roman chuckled to himself, and opened the door to Logan’s room. Logan was sitting at his desk, notes strewn all over. He had clearly been running his hands through his hair, as it was a ruffled mess. Which honestly, was quite an adorable look on the logical side.

“What’s the matter, specs? You seem a little… frazzled,” Roman commented, walking over and plopping himself on top of Logan’s desk. Papers fluttered off of the desk, earning Roman an exasperated glare from Logan.

“This whole fusion thing has me a bit… frustrated. I wish to learn more, but Virgil isn’t too keen on fusing, and I feel like I’m invading Amor’s privacy,” Logan sighed. A smile crept over Roman’s face, and he hopped off of Logan’s desk, holding out a hand to him.

“Dance with me?” he asked softly, a warm and inviting look in his eyes. Logan flushed slightly, fidgeting with his glasses.

“I… Roman, what-” Logan stuttered. Roman reached out and took Logan’s hand, pulling him up to his feet and causing a small yelp to escape his lips.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Roman teased, guiding Logan to the center of the room.

“Roman, I hardly see how this will help. Besides, I’m not a dancer,” Logan protested. Roman simply smiled, and snapped his fingers. Soft classical music began to play, and Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“How did you do that, this is my room,” Logan frowned.

“Guess you subconsciously want to dance,” Roman shrugged. He took Logan’s other hand, and brought it up to rest on his shoulder. He kept his other hand clasped with Logan’s, while his now free hand rested on Logan’s lower back. Roman began to gently sway to the music, taking Logan along with him.

“I still don’t see how this is going to help,” Logan huffed.

“You’re too uptight! I think you need to loosen up a bit,” Roman replied, grinning cheekily. He tugged Logan closer to him, gently twirling the both of them. Logan clung to Roman, thrown a bit off balance by the sudden movement.

“A little warning, next time?” Logan muttered.

“Oh? So you wouldn’t object to doing it again?” Roman teased. Logan rolled his eyes.

“You are insufferable,” Logan replied, though a small smile had slipped onto his face. Roman chuckled warmly, the sound reverberating in his chest. Logan began to slowly move along with Roman, instead of being tugged along by him, and Roman’s heart swelled at the realization. Roman pulled him closer still, pleasantly surprised when Logan melted into the touch and willingly moved closer.

A soft glow slowly began to envelop the two of them, and soon the light had grown to fill the whole room. When the light cleared, the room had changed drastically, and Roman and Logan were no longer there. Instead there was just one man, still swaying and twirling to the soft classical music. The fusion opened his eyes, suddenly realizing he wasn’t two people anymore. He glanced around, taking in the room around him. It now resembled a mad scientist’s laboratory, with lab tables cluttered with beakers and various scientific instruments. There was one table in the center that was free of clutter, and just beyond that was a large mirror hanging on the wall. The fusion rushed over to it, eager to take in his appearance. He wore a white lab coat over a dark blue dress shirt, black dress pants, and brown dress shoes. He also wore a deep red tie, and a pair of red lab goggles were propped up on his head.

“Oh, hel-lo there,” he murmured appreciatively. He turned from side to side, taking in his full appearance. After a moment or two of examining his reflection, he stepped away from the mirror and looked around his lab.

“Well, first day of being me, what should I do?” he wondered aloud, rubbing his hands together excitedly. He stepped over to one of the lab tables, but suddenly froze in his tracks, his face lighting up.

“Wait, I need to tell the others!” he cried, darting to the door and rushing out into the hallway. His excited demeanor quickly deflated when at first glance, no one was out in the hallway. However, once he turned around, he saw a lone figure wearing headphones walking down the hall.

“Virgil!” the fusion cried out. The side in question jumped, tearing his headphones off and turning to glare at him.

“Roman, what the- wait,” Virgil frowned, squinting at the man in front of him. The fusion merely smirked expectantly at him.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. How on earth did Roman convince Logan to fuse?” Virgil scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I- actually, I believe this was an accident. Logan was frustrated, Roman was flirtatious, they danced, and bam! I’m here, gracing you with my glorious presence,” he explained, hands gesturing wildly.

“Wonderful. You got a name?” Virgil muttered. The fusion’s eyes grew wide, and a contemplative look came over his face.

“Hmm… I believe my name is… Favian! Yes, truly a fitting name! After all, it means ‘man of wisdom’ and ‘brave’, which fits me quite well,” he proudly proclaimed.

“Well Favian, it’s good to meet you, I guess,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It is quite wonderful to meet you as well, Virgil,” Favian replied, his tone cool and… sultry?

“I- uh, yeah. You know, I bet you wanna meet Patton- er, well I guess you technically already know him cause Roman and Logan know him but-”

“Well I see that there’s not a new fusion,” a cold voice interrupted from behind Virgil, causing him to jump and let out a shout of surprise. He whirled around and scowled at Deceit.

“If everyone could stop giving me a heart attack today, that would be fantastic,” Virgil huffed. Deceit opened his mouth to retort something, but Favian leapt in front of Virgil and stared him down.

“Not another word, Deceit,” Favian growled, and tried to summon Roman’s sword. However, what he instead got was a small silver object with a glowing blue light at the end. He frowned, inspecting the object in his hand.

“Is that-”

“It’s a sonic screwdriver!” Favian exclaimed, cutting Virgil off. He tossed the sonic up, watching it flip in midair before he caught it again. Deceit frowned, and tried once again to say something, but Favian cut him off again.

“I was expecting maybe a high-tech or sci-fi sword of some sort, but this is so much better! I’m just like the Doctor! Which means Virgil is my lovely companion, and you… hmm. Not a Dalek or Cyberman, both of those things are far too methodical, and you, my good sir, do not follow any sort of logic,” Favian rambled, twirling the sonic between his fingers as he talked.

“Don’t shut up,” Deceit hissed.

“Gladly. Perhaps a weeping angel? You’re certainly creepy enough…” he continued, trailing off when Deceit growled at him.

“You’re not annoying, and this fusion will last. After all, Logan and Roman are so similar and get along so well,” Deceit snapped. Favian’s brow furrowed, and he glared at Deceit.

“Oh no you don’t, I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to make me unstable, like you did to Amor! But it’s not going to work, because I like being me, fiend!” Favian declared, jabbing his finger into Deceit’s face. However, doing so caused him to unintentionally poke his scaly cheek. Deceit jumped back, hissing at the lab coat-clad fusion. Favian looked surprised for a moment, but then raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“Your scales are not quite the texture I expected… what do you do to keep them so smooth? Is there moisturizer for scales? Are there other snake-like qualities you have? Open your mouth for me, would you?” Favian rambled, creeping closer to him. Deceit started to edge away, looking quite like a startled cat.

“I- uh- have very important things to do,” Deceit squeaked. Virgil smirked at Deceit’s sudden attitude change, earning a glare from the snake-like side.

“Well, ordinarily I would let you go, but everything you say is a lie, Deceit. Which means you don’t have anything better to do,” Favian replied before Deceit could say anything else. Virgil let out a slight chuckle at that, and Favian beamed.

“Do keep laughing, don’t help me!” Deceit hissed.

“Whatever you say, Deceit,” Virgil laughed, giving an exaggerated shrug. Deceit growled in frustration, and with a snap of his fingers, he was gone.

“Aww, I wanted to see if he had fangs or a forked tongue! I also was curious about something else, did you know that snakes have a double-”

“Don’t finish that sentence!” Virgil exclaimed.

“But I just want to know if Deceit has-” “No, I know where this is going, stop it. He may be an asshole-”

“Understatement,” Favian muttered.

“But that doesn’t mean we need to invade his privacy, alright dude?” Virgil scolded, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Favian let out a long sigh.

“Fiiine, I’ll leave him alone. But I wanted to do something exciting! Something science-y, something adventurous!” Favian exclaimed. Virgil huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.

“Not everything has to be an adventure, you know. Sometimes it’s nice to just… I don’t know, chill or whatever,” Virgil pointed out with a soft smile. Favian was silent for a moment, pondering over what Virgil had said. He twirled his sonic between his fingers, watching its movements before glancing back at Virgil. The anxious side still had that rare soft smile on his face, and the sight of it made Favian’s heart rate accelerate.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Virgil demanded, the smile slipping off of his face and a scowl replacing it. Favian deflated slightly, ceasing his fiddling with his sonic and tucking it into his lab coat pocket.

“My apologies. I’m afraid I got distracted,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Nah it’s cool, you just kinda freaked me out for a sec there,” Virgil replied, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half smile.

“Why don’t you smile more?” Favian blurted. Virgil froze, and instantly the fusion was mortified at the words that had escaped his mouth.

“I… um-”

“I’m sorry, just ignore me. That was a foolish thing to say, I wasn’t thinking. I’ll leave you alone now, it’s clear I have only been a bother,” Favian cut Virgil off, and turned to walk back into his room. However, he was halted by a hand on his arm. He turned back around to see Virgil with a conflicted expression on his face.

“Hey, I get it. Logan’s curiosity combined with Roman’s lack of a filter can cause a bit of an issue. That doesn’t make you an idiot. And… to answer your question…” Virgil pauses for a moment, taking a shaky breath. “I’m Anxiety, Favian. Positivity is pretty hard to come by.”

“Don’t let Patton hear you talk like that,” Favian muttered. Virgil let out a light chuckle, and a small smile slipped onto Favian’s face at the sound.

“Hey now, that wasn’t a laugh or anything relating to a smile. That was just me… breathing,” Virgil snarked when he saw Favian’s smile.

“Oh? Well, such erratic breathing habits cannot be healthy… perhaps some tests are in order?” he asked with a teasing lilt. Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Nothing stops you, huh? I think I’ll pass, Favian. But one last thing,” Virgil said, his tone turning serious.

“Yes?” Favian replied, his voice trembling slightly.

“You’re not an idiot, or a fool, or anything like that. Sure, you blurt things out and are a little eccentric, but you’re clever and witty too. You got Deceit to go away by talking him to death so that he couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I know I wouldn’t have been able to think of that,” Virgil said, his voice firm yet comforting. Favian’s eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed slightly.

“Thank you, Virgil,” he said softly. He stepped forward, almost involuntarily, and reached out to place a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. A blush crept onto Virgil’s face, but he didn’t break away from the contact.

“You’re- uh- you’re welcome,” Virgil breathed. Their faces were now mere inches apart, and Favian leaned in to place a kiss on Virgil’s cheek. It was a brief brush of the lips against Virgil’s face, but the action made Virgil’s blush grow deeper nonetheless.

“Thank you,” Favian whispered again, then pulled away from Virgil. He spun on his heel, walking back to his room and leaving Virgil standing in the hall.

Virgil watched Favian walk back into his room. Part of him wanted to rush over and demand answers, but the rest of him was too busy replaying that moment over and over again in his head. Favian had kissed him. Well, not really kiss him, more of a feather-light touch of his lips on Virgil’s cheek, but he had kissed him. What did that mean? Did Logan like Virgil? Did Roman like Virgil? Did both of them like him? And why was there a part of Virgil that wondered what it would be like if Favian kissed him again, really kissed him?

The anxious side buried his face in his hands with a groan. In any case, he had to talk to someone about this. So Virgil brought his face up from his hands, and turned to walk down the hall. Time to find his best friend.

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isomnelyswear · 5 years ago

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Paranormal vacation part 1

Starker fanfiction !

In this world, legal majority is at twenty-one oyears old.

English isn’t my first language, sorry for the mistakes !

Peter Parker had what man could call a sad life. At five, he lost both his parents. At fifteen, his oncle Ben who adopted him died. At twenty, his aunt May passed out.

The happiest part of his life was his meeting with Tony Stark, a rich scientist who reoriented himself in real estate. Peter met him at a young scientists contest, where he impressed him with a highly tensile yarn he called the "spider-web". As thin as a fishing line, it could support the weight of an adult human.

When Peter lost his last family member alive, he wasn't twenty-one. Tony became his legal tutor until the boy's majority. They were now living together for a few weeks in Tony's personal tower.

The forty was quite worried about his pupil. Peter didn't leave the tower, keeping his shutter closed. He lived in the dark, only going out of his room to grab food. Tony wasn't even sure he had shower.

It was the twenty third day of this misery when Tony decided it was enough. He knocked on Peter's door.

"Can I come in kiddo?"

A noise that seemed to be a yes answered him. He entered the room. The young genius was lying down on his back in the middle of the bed, his head hanging out of it flabbily. He seemed dazzled by the incoming light. Tony closed the door behind him.

"What it is Mr Stark ?

- I was thinking of getting on vacation.

- Your work is all your life.

- Well thank you for that you insolent. Actually, I owned a manor in Scotland. I've never been there. We could go for maybe a month.

- I don't know Mr Stark..."

He sat down on his bed. Tony joined him.

"I ... Don't really think about travelling lately.

- Well, I can imagine what you are thinking about, and travel would be a better matter of concern.

- It's really kind of you Mr Stark but ...

- There's no but. We have a plane tomorrow."

Peter finally faced him, his eyes were tired and red. Tony smelled a powerful musty smell. Tony assumed this was the reflect of pure depression. He put his arm on Peter's shoulder and pulled him against his chest.

"We both need a change of landscape for a while."

He kissed Peter's hair softly.

"Pack your things tonight. And you may want to have a shower before we go."

Peter chuckles.

"Okay Sir."

Twenty eight hours later, they opened the door of an old creepy manor. It creaked.

A maid had the whole house cleaned up earlier this day, but the house still looked old and empty for a long time. It seemed to be darker than the evening itself.

"Well, let's visit ? Asked Tony with a brief smile.

- Ok."

They first had to turn on an old generator to bring electricity in the manor. It didn't seem safe for the two genius.

The kitchen and the living room were at the ground floor with the bathroom. On the first floor, they chose two of the four rooms to settle down their stuffs. They installed their portable lab in the cave and let the attic empty.

After a ride longer than an hour to find the first house and shop, they cooked, and ate on the couch.

"We should add some lights, suggested Peter.

- Good idea. I brought our new reactor to try it here. We could go hiking tomorrow morning and work on it in the afternoon.

- We could do that, yes. I thought you wanted vacation ?

- Well, work really is my entire life."

Peter laughed a bit and Tony's felt warmed.

They ate quietly until they heard noises upstairs. The wooden floor was cracking.

"Are they... Footsteps ?"

Tony looked up. The noise disappeared.

"Only the wood working kiddo. Don't you worry. It's only us in here."

Peter nodded but went closer to Tony anyway.

"Shit... Said Peter after a long silence.

- What's happening ?

- I forgot to tell MJ and Ned I left the city for a while.

- Well, we'll work on the network too. I didn't connected this place for now."

Tony was turning his head to smile to Peter when he stopped. He saw a shadow moving outside the window behind Peter. Something knocked on the glass. Peter followed his glare.

"Did you see something ?

- Wood, surely. I'm not use of being at the ground level. Or seeing trees."

Peter put his head on Tony's shoulder.

"Damned rich man.

- You do like this part of me.

- I may like it yeah."

Tony took his phone to read a scientific article be download earlier while Peter just enjoyed the quiet place.

"Can you read in voice aloud ?

- An article about energy converter ?

- It could help me sleep. Or make me cleverer.

- Right. You need both of this things."

Peter laughed again. Tony's heartbeat increased.

He loved this kid so much. Tony had always been a loner. In his youth it was him against the world, then him trying to save the world with new safe energy. He always fought alone. Everything changed when he met his beloved pupil. He first wanted the kid to become his heir, but then, he wanted him to be closer to him. Peter was the only person Tony wanted to see everyday. And after all Peter went through, Tony wanted to make him happy. If he could be the cause of his happiness, the world would be just perfect.

He asked himself what kind of feeling could this be. After years of denial, he had to face reality. He loved Peter more than everything in this fucking world.

Midnight was a few hours ago when Tony woke Peter up.

"Hey child, time to go to bed."

He accompanied him in the room. When he was about to leave, Peter took his hand.

"Mr Stark...

- Tony's enough Peter.

- Tony..."

It was the first time Peter accepted to call him by his first name.

"I didn't sleep so good in a long time. Thank you.

- Don't get used to it kiddo."

Peter smiled.

"I'll try not to."

When Tony left, Peter heard the footstep once again. He closed his eyes peacefully. It was just the wood working.

Tony woke up at nearly eleven am. He dressed up with his hiking outfit and prepared breakfast. According to the water noise coming from the bathroom, he assumed Peter was washing himself .

The house was welcoming in the day light. Tony opened the windows and smelled the fresh air. He didn't notice that the closest tree to the window was at least eight meters away.

"Hi Mr Stark"

Tony turned around to meet Peter, only wearing a towel. He was handsome. Tony internally slammed himself.

"Hi Peter. I'm doing an omelette.

- That's why there is dark smoke in the kitchen !

- Holy shit !"

Tony ran to take his carbonised meal out of the fire.

"It would be less dangerous if I cook the next time.

- Shut up and go dress up."

Peter smiled. He looked less pale and tired than before.

"Try not to burn the manor in the meantime."

They hiked tree hours before they sat down on an hill. The Scottish sky was grey but it didn't rain.

"I miss her so much."

Tony looked at Peter who lay down. They had never spoken about this delicate subject since the funerals.

"May would have loved this place. When I was younger, Ben and she used to bring me out of the city to walk."

Peter grabbed softly Tony's hand.

"Those are wonderful memories... I wish... I wish it wasn't only memories."

Tony stayed silent put press his thump on Peter's hand. After five long minutes, Peter sat up again.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you unconfortable.

- It's alright. I'm not used to comfort people. But you can talk about them anytime you want to.

- Thank you."

They went home walking and joking. Their previous conversation had crannied the wall Peter forged between them when May died. Tony's heart felt lighter.

They spent the afternoon connecting the house to Tony's new generator and to internet. They enjoyed themselves and at the end of the day, they fell on the couch. They were both nightcrawlers, not used to feel tired at 9pm.

"We should take some rest... Suggested Tony.

- Yes... What's tomorrow planning ?

- I saw there was a wood stock, I could cut a few logs to make a fire in the fireplace. There is a lake thirty minutes drive from here. We could have lunch there.

- I'll prepare the picnic in the morning.

- Try not to intoxicated us.

- I do not promise anything about the quality of the food."

They laughed while joining their rooms.

Tony woke up with the alarming feeling of being watch over. He turned on the light. The room was empty. He opened the shutter and the window. The morning was fresh and raser sunny. He dressed up and went to the garden to cut wood.

After a lot of logs, the awkward feeling came back. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and eyelash. After adjusting his view, he saw Peter, sitting on the outside table, foot on the bench, staring at him.

The young man turned his head a few second when he met his glare and then focused again on Tony. His face was unusually red. Tony smiled.

Sometimes, he had the impression Peter was blushing while looking at him. He could feel shyness and even seduction in his words. He rarely even wondered if Peter wasn't in love with him. His rational part took usually over, and he persuaded himself that it was only admiration, at most a crush. After all, he always sucked at reading people's emotion.

Tony didn't even know Peter's sexuality. They had never spoken about it. He wouldn't risk their relationship to discover the truth. Peter was aimed to be his heir, the futur of his company. When the young man would be twenty-one, Tony would share his businesses with him. Officially put their both names on the society he built.

Stark had no doubt anymore about his own feelings. He loved Peter. Massively. The moment he let the boy come in his life, he didn't expected he would have such an impact on him. He thought about profiting of Peter's apparent crush. But Peter was much younger than him. That was what stopped him first. Then, he acknowledged that he wanted more than just sex. He wanted Peter to love him. He wanted a real relationship with him. As long as his pupil wouldn't be sure of his feelings, he wouldn't take the risk to destroy their bond. Peter had to be the one to do the first step. Even if Tony was barely sure that his pupil liked him. He could have misinterpreted the signs.

Two years ago, he asked Peter not to contact him for a month. He needed space to order his mind and heart. To decide what he was going to do, according to this unwanted love. When he made up his decision, he felt peaceful. He could look at Peter, spend time with him, desire him, admire him in silence. Love was still there, like a little but unwavering flame. He could wait for him. The day Peter should learn how deeply he loved him, he would. For now, Tony didn't want Peter or himself to inflame.

Anyway, he liked to make a little fun of the situation sometimes. He stretched slowly his muscles, which tended his white tank top and black jean. His eyes didn't leave Peter's. The young genius seemed to like the view. He blushed harder. Tony smiled again and went back to work.

Stark joined Peter an hour later in the kitchen. The younger was cutting tomatoes. The table was filled with food.

"I'll finish preparing lunch in a few minutes. Is the lake still on our plans ?

- Yes, said Tony."

He stood near Peter to grab water. Peter's checks turned red again. Tony drank looking tenderly at him.

"I'll take a shower and we can go.

- Ok.

- You still have dark circles around your eyes.

- I had some nightmares tonight. Thought I heard strange noises. At least, I can sleep, and that's a great begining.

- True."

When they sat on the couch this evening, the wood was cracking again. Peter was playing on his phone while Tony read some articles on his.

They both jumped when something knocked on the window.

"Those stupid trees ! Raged Tony.

- Well... There is no tree close enough to make this sound in fact. I checked this morning."

Tony frowned. He walked to the window and opened it. Peter was right.

"There really is nothing that can explain this noise..."

Peter joined him.

"This place is kind of scary by night, isn't it ?

- Yes it is.

- Do you believe in paranormal activities ?

- I'm a scientist Peter. Paranormal is just science unexplored yet.

- How do you explain the knocking then, mister scientist ?"

Tony observed the field around the window. He bit his tongue. There was no reasonable explanation. Tony smelled a disgusting odor, like they were near a sewer.

"It's probably a bird. Maybe a wild cat.

- I hope you're right.

- Of course I am. We should put some music."

Tony took his phone. It was already 2am.

"Well, maybe tomorrow. It's late. Go to bed.

- I'm not a kid anymore. You can't just tell me to go to bed ! Peter laughed.

- I am the adult, I decide ! Don't test my authority."

He ruffled Peter's hair and let his a hand in it. Peter was as tall as him. Even a centimeter taller. Tony realized it now. Peter avoided his glare, finding interest everywhere else. They were close. Tony could kiss him. He knew at this exact moment Peter wouldn't refuse.

Suddenly, Peter opened his eyes widely.

"Be...behind you..."

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 6 years ago

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It’s The Avengers (7)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Episode 7: My Ship!

Warnings: Cracks in everything.

Word Count:Too long. But I am posting this and going away for the party to dance, have a drink or two and tell people how much I love them in a happy alcohol daze.

MASTERLIST

E01, E02, E03, E04, E05, E06, E07, E08, E09

The soft wind kept turning your hair, caressing it as if stroking you lightly while you read and re-read the clear print that stated in bold words that you were not biologically related to your parents. "This..." Your voice did not rise from a whisper as Tony's figure stood opposite you, not moving a muscle. The camera did catch the flash of a smirk before it vanished as quickly as it had come on his lips. "This-" You finally turned up from the folder to look at Tony- "makes so much sense."

Loki: *mouth opened in a confused state, his hands pointed to some relevant, invisible object in front of him* What in the name of all things sensible? "I beg your pardon?" Tony exclaimed, clearly caught off guard. You breathed in the cold evening air before blinking furiously to wipe away the unnecessary moisture in your eyes. "I-I meant this makes sense considering my...upbringing." You wanted to say something more but stopped. "Sorry," you smiled weakly after a lungful of breath, "this is shocking but... not shocking, if that makes sense. In fact," you nodded your head, contemplating some hidden thoughts, "I feel like I should've seen this sooner." Tony shook his head, opening his mouth to speak when you cut him at his inhale. "I'm sorry Mr Stark," you gave the file back, "I'd like a minute alone with myself to...uhh...gather my thoughts. I'll just recalibrate my nerves and meet you downstairs." His eyes followed you till you disappeared from the lounge, his jaw twitching. You: *coming back with a bottle of water* yeah, sorry I was a bit dehydrated due to water loss from all the crying. So where were we? *smiles* Loki: *silent stare* *deep inhale* This was supposed to shock her, throw her off balance. Of course, it works a hundred per cent all the time. I speak from first-hand experience. And in no world is this supposed to make SENSE. *frustrated stare turning blank* That spider-ling has some questions he needs to answer. "Are you ready?" Nat whispered from behind Peter, who shook any tight muscles off his legs as he jumped up and down before nodding. "Ready, Miss Romanoff." "On my signal-" Nat looked down at the tab to see a figure come in view over the live footage- "Now!" Peter ran towards the door, grabbing something from his left and jumped up the steel structure standing over the lawn, swinging to and from the inside and outside of the hexagonal frames like a needle going up and down a cloth. He was clearly enjoying himself, swaying up and around, not letting go of the elongated string in his hand till he had covered every part of the edge. He finally came down, breathless. "I did it, Miss Romanoff." He shouted from the other end. "Mr White Wolf sir," he panted into his comms, "your turn." Bucky jumped from the floor above onto a platform hanging mid-air with chains. "Scott, move me in position," he shouted to the thirty feet tall figure at the other end of the chains. "Heeeere you go Sarg." Scott carefully moved him over the steel frame Peter had been swinging from, lowering him right in the middle of the structure. Bucky brought both his arms under the inner the frame- that was nearly a meter wide in diameter- and gripped it tightly between his fingers. "White wolf in position. I'm beaming him up." Scott carefully moved the platform up, allowing Bucky to bend his knees as his arms and torso lifted the weight of the inner frame, taking it up with him while the strings Peter has so intricately wrapped around them swung wildly. "Careful with the wires Mr White Wolf sir." The spider boy was on his toes as he watched Bucky grunt. "That's it, Barnes," Natasha announced, "Keep it steady. Scott, halt right there. Sam, Rhodey, Wanda, you're up. Move, move, move!" The Falcon and War Machine glided down from the sky as Wanda made six steel bars float to the vertices of the outer hexagon, connecting it to the inner one being held in position by Bucky. Keeping them afloat, she created a plasma shield around the wires to prevent Peter's hard work from being ruined with the fireworks that were about to happen. Sam took the outer edges, using Stark's handy tech- which was practically a black and red metal hand glove with laser source fitted over the palm- to weld the beams in position while Rhodey took the inner edge, standing over the platform to keep the sparks away from Bucky. "Woohoo! Mission accomplished!" Scott declared as he picked up the platform and put it down on the ground. "Show me what to looks like Nat." Sam came down and turned towards the Black Widow, who showed a hint of a smirk as her fingers hovered over a switch. "Let there be light," she whispered and flipped it. The strings of lights sewn across the structure illuminated the entire lawn in the best golden hue, glittering, appearing what the universe would look like if it were still in its nascent stage of growth, a thousand diamonds clustered together all around them. Bucky: The planner did arrive and complain about there being no preparations whatsoever on the lawn where the wedding is supposed to take place tomorrow. What he didn't know was that Natasha already had taken care of everything. *shifts in his seat* And by taking care, I mean she assigned us our work. *glares into the camera* Nat looked at the sharp-nosed planner who stood astounded by the scene that had just unfolded in front of him while his employees stood behind him mirroring his expression before breaking into an applause. Natasha: That snob clearly underestimated my managerial skills *pans into her face* so I gave him a taste. *devilish smirk* Bucky: When Steve told me to move in with other Avengers, I would not have guessed that I would be doing...*gestures in space in front of him* that. It was- Peter's voice: Awesome! *camera pans out to reveal an over-excited Peter sitting next to Bucky* Bucky: *inhales while looking at the camera* Peter: *nearly jumping out of his chair* Mr Barnes was killing it up there. Bucky: *looks at Peter through the corner of his eyes* *turns back towards the camera* *blushes and smiles* "There you are!" You called out to Loki, who was coming towards you from the direction of the lab and Tony's study. "Nat's been looking everywhere for us. Come on, let's finish the arch." Loki examined you up and down before entering the elevator and standing beside you at the back to give the camera guy some space. "Miss Y/L/N," Friday's voice echoed through the elevator. "Yes, Friday?" "Mr Lang says Mr Parker is 'down for karaoke night'. He would like to know if you have asked 'the goth God' yet." Loki's brows furrowed and his arms went across his chest. "I'll speak with him myself, Friday. Thank you very much." "As you wish, Miss Y/L/N." The camera recorded Loki leaning back on the elevator wall, his eyes watching your hands run over your neck, reaching at the back, trying to soothe some microscopic crinkles. "Would you like to join us tonight?" You looked at Loki's perfect reflection in the mirrored wall in front of you as the camera panned into Loki's reflection looking at yours. "Do you want me to?" He asked in the most cryptic manner. You frowned back at his reflection. "Why wouldn't I want you to?" "Oh, so you want me to be there," he sang in a low tone. "Yeah, karaoke is fun," you responded matter-of-factly before your hand went back to scratch your neck again. "Fun for whom?" He shot back, still leaning on the wall but now he had turned towards you. You turned towards him as well, studying his green eyes for a moment. "Loki, is everything okay?" Your voice the soothing whisper that you used when you were concerned. "I don't know," he shrugged, his arms still crossed over his chest as his frown returned, "is it?" The elevator dinged and he got out first, leaving you confused. You: *standing at the entrance to the lawn* Is he okay? Did I do something? *turning to look in his directions* *camera zooms in on him asking Scott about Peter before zooming back to you* Oh boy! *sudden realisation* Did he find out Tony didn't get him a gift? *frowns at the cameraman* What? Why are you shaking your head with such defeated expression? Even Gods get hurt on petty things, man! Look at the Greeks! "Are you looking at this?" Peter said into the camera, pointed at the arch that stood there without any decorations. "That's it. That's my ship's condition right now. They are just standing there, quite visible to each other but neither of them," he moved to the table next to him where the flowers and lights were waiting and picked one in each hand to show it to the camera, "is putting in the work. If you don't decorate the ship, how are you supposed to sail?" "Using a mast and the lack of holes in a working ship," you answered from behind him, making Peter jump and let out a tiny scream. "How long have you been standing there?" he asked you, trying to control the fear creeping over his pale face as he stole glances at the camera. "Long enough to know that you think adding frill to the skeleton would help a ship sail," you scoffed before smiling and went over to pick up and examine the flowers Tony had selected for the arch. Peter looked back the camera, composing himself. "I-uh...it was a metaphor," he mumbled. "Yeah, yeah, listen," you turned towards him, half interested in what he had to say right now about metaphorical ships, your voice turning into a whisper, "do you know what's going on with Loki? He's been acting...well, I don't know how to put it-" "Strange? Creepy? Betrayed? Hurtful?" Peter listed off all the possibilities, making you wonder if he knew something. You stole a glance at the camera before turning towards him with narrowed eyes. "All right, I'll tell you," he sighed, coming closer so he could whisper the details, out of earshot of any suspicious listeners. "Mr Loki is suspicious that someone's trying to prank them, make it not easy for them to live here. He is quite sure that the person is trying to find ways to sabotage their peace. I think that's what he said." Your brows shot up as you looked at Parker with nothing but astonishment. "He told me himself, Y/N. He came to me for help. He wanted to know that best way to ruin their plans." You: That *pause* was *breaks into laughter* the cutest thing I have ever heard. *camera pans out to reveal a red-faced Peter standing cross-armed right next to you* Peter: I'm standing right here, Y/N. *clenches his jaw* "Sorry. I'm sorry," you raised your hands to signal that you were done laughing. "And I think I might know the reason why Loki feels like that." "Why?" "Natasha told me that Mr Stark was planning on giving everyone some sort of a gift after the rehearsal dinner. Now when she said everyone, I feel she only meant the Avengers." Realisation dawned on Peter. "Oh. Oh! That's...aw man. Should we get him something?" "Already did. It isn't much though. I got him a candle. I don't know if he'll like-" "He'll love it," Peter stopped you short with an assuring nod. Peter: *smiling* And my ship has a mast! *gasps* I have to tell Scott. "Peter," Loki called out as he approached the boy who was power walking towards Scott, "inside, now." The command in his voice made Peter turn towards the camera and wonder what happened now. "Everything okay, Mr Loki?" "It didn't work." "What didn't?" "Your plan," Loki stretched out his words. "My plan? You mean the prank thing I suggested?" "Yes, it didn't work. Y/N was completely unphased when I tricked her into reading the parchments that said she was adopted." The confusion in Peter's eyes turned into full-blown horror as his jaw dropped. "You did WHAT?!" Peter: *breathing heavily* *shrill voice* I retract my previous statement. The mast has been snatched, the deck is on fire and there is a goddamn hole at the bottom!! *facepalms hard* Aw fudge! Peter dragged Loki by the hand into the far corner of the empty banquet hall that was now looking a bit smaller with all the tables and chairs standing around them. The camera remained at a distance from them, recording the angst-filled whispers and frustrations quite well. "Why would you do that Mr Loki?" Peter hissed. Loki looked at the frustrated spider-ling clearly taken aback at his outburst. "You suggested it," Loki stated as if pointing out the obvious. "No," Peter negated, shaking his head furiously, "I told clearly told you to prank them...her with silly strings, not punch the life out of her!" "I didn't-" "Metaphors, Mr Loki! Metaphors! This was supposed to be a fun thing. A light mischief! Why would you do that to her? What did she ever do to you?" The emotional outburst from Peter's eyes was a surprise for the God. "She's planning something against me, Parker," Loki's cutting tone bringing out his frustrations, "she keeps getting me these tokens and gifts to mock me and even made me eat those delectable chocolates when Clint has already let it slip out once that chocolates are not a dessert that people like sharing. She is dripping with malice." Peter's hurt-filled eyes went blank before his entire expression turned wry before his hazel orbs closed. He took in one elongated breath as he brought his palms together, nearly touching his lips. "No offence, Mr Loki, but you are one blithering idiot." Loki: *silence* *inhales* The audacity... of that arachnid. "How dare-" "No, how dare you?" Peter cut Loki off, looking done with everything. "Y/N doesn't complain when you drink from her cup because she thinks it's your way of trying to get people's attention but in a positive sense. Ah-ah-ah I'm not done yet. She brought you that keychain and ring because she wanted to and she was happy to find out you liked those chocolates. Chocolates are a stress buster, Mr Loki. You eat them with people you like. She even went to the lengths of fighting with Mr Barton to change his cold views regarding you." "She didn't have to-" Loki's icy voice wanted to speak the fact but Peter cut him again. "Exactly. She didn't have to but she still did because she doesn't want you to feel left out or alone here considering the only person on this planet you barely like is Mr Thor and he is always busy with the Asgardians. She even went out of her way to get you a gift so that it doesn't bother you when Mr Stark gives everyone but you a present. I shouldn't have said this but my impulse is on an all-time high and I will continue to blurt out. She isn't doing anything out of malice or spite Mr Loki. I don't know what she has experienced in her life to have the bar of second chances set lower than the Avengers to treat you ljke any other human being and you just went ahead and ruined it. I am surprised she is even looking your way right now." Loki turned to the direction Peter pointed, out to the lawn where you stood with Scott deciding how the flowers should go above the arch, turning towards Loki and smiling lightly before pointing at the watch on your phone, reminding him of Natasha's deadline. "Well, it wasn't exactly me who gave her the news." Peter was confused again. Peter: *puckering his face and nodding* Great. This is great. First Mr Stark is going to murder him and then me. Fantastic. *smiles* And if he doesn't kill me, Aunt May definitely will. I was forever doomed to die. Loki: So, *pause* according to Peter I have *air quotes* screwed up big time *mumbles under his breath* whatever that means. *scoffs* *turning his gaze towards the door* *camera turns to see Scott and Peter standing there, arms crossed, shaking their heads in negation* *camera turns back to Loki* *acting oblivious* What? "Y/N." You turned around to look at Loki standing behind you. "Finally," you heaved a sigh of relief. "I have something to-" "Listen Loki," you cut him short, exhausted by the day, "I'm sure there is a very good reason behind whatever is bothering you but tomorrow is a significantly huge day for Mr Stark and Miss Potts. So, just for them-" you brought forward a rough sketch of the flower and lighting arrangement for the arch- "please bear me tonight." Loki looked down at the sketch and then back at you. He stood there, frozen for a moment before realising the presence of the camera standing in front of you both. He did a light flick of his wrist and looked towards the arch. "It looks beautiful," was all he stated, making you follow his eyes and stand in awe of the end result of that rough sketch of yours. You: *smiling wildly standing proudly beside the arch* this is beyond stunning if I say so myself. *teary eyed* *croaky voice* And certainly a good way to end a really really crappy day. *wide grin hiding the happy tears* "There she is!" Natasha announced as you joined everyone at the table under the starry lights. "Amazing work, you guys!" You cajoled, pointing at the lit up structure above and around you. "We had an amazing coordinator," Scott acknowledged, gesturing towards Nat. "You guys have done such a brilliant work but you really didn't have to go to these lengths Nat," Pepper, who was wrapped in Tony's arms at the front of the table, mentioned. "Considering whom you're marrying Pepper, I'd say you deserve something way better than this," Nat quipped. A bunch of ohs and 'she said that' echoed over the table. "Did you just- I'll take that as a compliment. No presents for you today, Romanoff." Tony glared at the Black Widow before Pepper had his full attention. Everyone at the table raised their champagne glasses to toast to the bride and groom. The night went by laughing at past memories of the two narrated for everyone by Rhodey and Nat as Tony and Pepper added their own commentary in between. Scott and Peter kept checking up on you, without your knowledge, time to time while you smiled and often joined others in the laugh. Loki said nothing for the entire evening, not even one sarcastic remark even when a very confused Tony presented him with the candle you'd got for him but said nothing and gave the God a light pat on the back before mingling with others. Scott: Y/N didn't bring up anything in front of Tony so everything is fine. It's all under control. No one's getting murdered tonight. *smiles* *smile fades away* *distant look in his eyes* *mutters to himself* No one but my one good ship. *starts to sob* What am I supposed to tell Cassie now? "I'm coming, sweetheart. You wait by the car. I'll be there in a minute." Tony kissed Pepper. "You better not start building something in that one minute, Tony." She sweetly threw the words at him, making him chuckle. "I'm serious." Kissing him, she went outside. Tony opened his study and walked in, the camera standing at the entrance. He took out an envelope from his jacket, opened the drawer to his table, took out the familiar manila file and put the envelope in there. He turned his gaze away from the envelope to the camera at the door. "What're you looking at?" "Mr Stark?" A familiar voice came from behind the camera, making Tony keep the manila file back into the drawer within a flash, his expressions never showing any change. "Hey, Y/N. Come in." You came inside his study, appreciating the nicely done woodwork, books, his old suits and trinkets of value only Tony knew about, around you. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened today." Tony's brows constricted for a moment as you bit your lower lip, gathering your nerves to say what you were about to say. "What is it?" He never took his gaze away from you, clicking the drawer close as slowly as possible before casually sitting down over the table. "I think it would be nice if no one else knows about it. For now." "About what?" The camera caught the tiny jaw drop you felt before closing your mouth shut. "About the thing that happened today, Mr Stark?" Tony sat there confused, turning his gaze towards his drawer before his eyes went wide. "Oh, oh! So you were the one who brought Loki that-that candle. Was it a candle? He likes candles! Is he into aromatherapy? Did he tell you that?" For a moment you stood there, surprised as you were- and a little irritated- at Tony. "No, Mr Stark," you pressed your fingers on your forehead "I meant...the thing on the balcony." It was Tony's turn to be confused. "What thing? What balcony?" Silence. It took you a few moments to unfreeze yourself from the expression that was a mixture of a confused daze before you were melting in one peaceful being standing there, satisfied with whatever thought that had come to your mind. "Nothing, Mr Stark. I was confused for a moment about something else." Loki stood under the dim lights in the library looking at the books in front of him, grumbling to himself. "He can make a library but he can't keep a librarian to tell-wait. Friday!" He shouted into thin air. "Yes, Mr Odinson," came the prompt reply. "Loki would suffice, thank you. Can you tell me where can I find a book that could show me the ways to apologise to a human being for committing a terrible mistake?" Loki looked up at the thin air, lightly scratching at his left hand as he waited for Friday's reply. "I cannot find a book for the specified topic in the library, Mr Loki but I do have a search result ready for twenty-six ways to apologise to your girlfriend." Loki narrowed his eyes before letting go a frustrated breath. "Useless. Leave me be." "As you wish Mr Loki." He stood there, running his hand through his hair while the other one picked up the candle sitting on the table next to him, to figure out what to do while the camera caught a figure behind him standing at the entrance in the dark. "Really useless," he spoke, looking down at the candle. "Is it true?" Your voice suspended his movements, forcing him to turn in your direction. "The papers, I mean. Whatever was written in there," the coarseness from your throat ran into the words. He looked at your blank eyes to get a read on you but ended up with nothing. "Yes." You blinked. "Does Mr Stark know about this information?" "...He has the papers." He shifted a little, waiting for some reaction from you. You simply breathed in a lungful and licked your lips. "Don't tell Mr Stark what you did today." The camera saw a wave of dazed surprise run over Loki's face. "Y/N I-" "It's a very important day for him tomorrow and I'd rather it not be ruined by things that do not concern him or anyone else in this house," you announced as turned to go away before pausing. "Throw away that candle if it feels useless." You disappeared down the hall as Loki stood there speechless. Loki: It was me I was referring to as useless. *silence* Well, now I feel I really did screw up, *brows of morbid concern*

You: How did I know? *scoffs* Let’s see. One word: language.

Later that night Two dozen security men stand guard throughout the Avengers facility for the big day tomorrow. Clint and Nat are busy discussing with the head of security about next day's detail while a figure tries to open up the doors to the training room through the security pad in the wall. "No one's allowed in there except the Avengers." The man's reflexes act fast as he turns towards you in a second and flashes a toothy smile. His grey eyes study your judgy expression before taking in your figure clad in your PJs. "Is that so?" He says casually. "I didn't know that, Miss..." "Who are you?" You fire the question as politely as possible, your arms draped around your chest. "I'm Jim, from the new security detail, ma'am. I was studying the building to be prepared for any kind of breach tomorrow." You raise an eyebrow at him, clearly not buying it. "Well, Jim from security detail, you don't need to access places you're not allowed to for a reason. I suggest you take whatever Mr Barton and Ms Romanoff have for you." Jim takes a step towards you, his heavy build towering over you as his intimidating eyes try to push you down. "And who are you?" "No one that you should concern yourself with," you throw back without hesitation. "Not even if I'm interested in asking you out?" he smiles, his tone quite suggestive. You smirk a little, making him lean beside you as he tried to come closer. "Look towards your right," you simply say. He turns and sees the camera recording the both of you, caught off guard, his cocky smile disappearing. "They are everywhere around here. Now, if you really would like to keep your job, I suggest you do it properly, Jim." He looks at the camera again that starts following you as you turn towards the lounge. Jim heaves a sigh of relief before checking for any other cameras. "Who was it?" a voice comes over his comms. "No one," he says under his breath still keeping his eyes sharp as he moves away from the training wing. "Did you get in?" "No. I don't have access. And I think I know who can help me get in." He smiles before mingling in with four more security personnel headed for the debriefing by Hawkeye and the Black Widow outside.

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melodiouswhite · 6 years ago

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Oh No, Emotions! Ch. 03

3. A tour around the new home

The small noblewoman guided her around the house. The hallways were broad, but not very tall, to Edwina's relief. And the rooms were surprisingly modernised.

“The rooms used to be much smaller”, Lady Summers said, “But I hate that cramped Victorian style. So I had some walls torn down.”

The first room was big and full of sports equipment.

“That is the sport exercising room. There is another one, but this one is for normal exercising.”

“And the other one?”, Edwina asked curiously.

Lady Summers smirked: “The other one is for the real combat training. It's exclusively for me and those of my servants, who are skilled fighters. But I'll let you see it. In fact, it's the one right behind you!”

She turned around and opened the opposite door. This room was bigger than the other one and Edwina was sure that it was taking up half of the left side of the hallway.

The brunette was not just a little amazed at the abundance of real weapons hanging from the walls.

“Wow”, she marvelled and the Lady seemed very pleased with her amazement.

“Indeed”, she agreed, “But like I said, it's for me and my servants exclusively.”

Edwina sighed and pouted in disappointed. She really would have loved to try out all these awesome weapons. But the proprietress remained firm, locked the door again and put the key away.

“Why are you putting the key in your décolletage?”, the brunette asked confusedly.

The Lady laughed: “I have a small pocket on the inside of my dress here. I put that specific key there, because right now you're thinking about 'borrowing' it.”

How the hell did she know?!

“There is a lot of things I know!”, she teased.

That's fucking creepy! How does she do that?!

“Telepathic abilities!”, the blond said with a wink.

Stop it!

Lady Summers chuckled: “Do forgive me. I can't contain myself sometimes. It's one of my sicker hobbies to creep out other people with the things I can do.”

She stopped laughing. “But back to the topic at hand. I don't trust you enough to allow my weapons in your hands just yet. If you want to sharpen your hand-to-hand combat skills, you can train in the other room. But those are real weapons made for mortal combat and that's why I don't allow any of my lodgers near them. Besides, you're dangerous enough without weapons.”

Edwina gave up.

“Come along”, the Lady spoke up gently, “I know you're disappointed, but you still have to see the rest of the house. It's easy to forget where everything is.”

The brunette recoiled, when the older woman attempted to take her hand.

The other apologised and continued the tour.

“This is one of the kitchens. The one on the ground floor is for my employees. They cook their own food separately.”

The cooking space was directly connected to the dining section, which was nice. The brunette didn't like having to switch rooms between cooking and eating. It reminded her of prison and homeless shelters too much. A fire extinguisher was next to the cooking counter.

“Do you know how to use that?”, the older woman inquired.

The younger one snapped: “Of course I do!”

“Alright, alright! Just checking!”

Next was the sanitary closet. The Lady shrieked in surprise, when she was assaulted by cleaning tools upon opening it. Edwina wheezed with laughter, which intensified at the other woman's mock-glare. Giggling, she helped the older one up and they stuffed the tools back into the closet.

Then came the sickroom, although it looked more like a real doctor's surgery.

“It used to be the tea room”, the Lady explained, “But Hastie and Henry thought that the sickroom downstairs wasn't enough and decided to move some of their surgery equipment in here. And I didn't object, of course. Their idea was perfect.”

When they opened the door to the next room, the Lady shouted in frustration: “GODDAMMIT, HENRY!!!”

It was a small library, or archive, Edwina wasn't sure.

But one thing was clear: the room was a mess. Papers were scattered all over the floor, scribbles of what seemed to be complicated formulas and scientific notes.

The Lady bent down and began to gather up the papers, grumbling something in a foreign language, maybe German.

So she is the control freak Mr. Utterson spoke about, huh?

“Can you help me, please?”, the blonde snapped in agitation.

The brunette winced and helped the other to gather up the papers.

“Hoof”, the older woman huffed, when they were done. “That man can never bother to keep his scientific research tidy! Why can't he be as careful with his notes as he is with the lab safety precautions?!”

“… Mad scientist much?”

“You have no idea”, the noblewoman muttered, “That's Dr. Henry Jekyll for you – absent-minded to a fault! That man is a hazard! And his ideas are crazier than Theresa May!”

That made the brunette laugh again. For a middle-aged Lady that woman was really funny. And interesting.

The bedrooms were on the second floor. Three stairways connected them to the lower floors. The two women took the stairway in the kitchen and came first to the community living room.

“The gentlemen used to smoke here”, Luise remarked. “But one evening one of my lodgers forgot to snuff out his cigarette. We needed half an hour to extinguish the ensuing fire. I prohibited it afterwards.”

Good thing Miss Hyde doesn't smoke anymore, she thought drily.

They passed a few bedrooms (some belonging to absentee lodgers), before they came to the bathroom.

“This is the second floor bathroom”, she explained, “Both Hastie and Henry take their sweet time in the morning, so if you're an early bird, be sure to take your bath or shower before six-”

But the young woman obviously wasn't listening.

She was too busy gawking at the interior. And honestly, who could blame her. Everything looked like in a luxury hotel, with marble floors, marble sink and counter, a huge mirror and everything.

“I think this thing is too good for m– HOLY SHIT, IS THAT A BATHTUP???”

Miss Hyde immediately jumped into the huge tub, almost slipping on the smooth surface. She could easily stretch her arms and legs, but instead curled into a ball and purred comfortably.

It looked really adorable, but the tour wasn't finished yet.

The countess chuckled: “Glad that you love it, but I'm afraid you have to come out of the tub. Unless-”, she added, when the brunette gave her a menacing glare, “-you don't wish to see the room you're going to live in from now on?”

The kitten – uh, the former delinquent, jumped out of the tub immediately and joined her on the path to the highlight of the tour – uh, that was, her new room.

With a dramatic air (because that was absolutely necessary) she opened the door.

“Well, Miss Hyde, this is where you will live from now on! Make yourself at home!”

This was her room?

This perfect, white, clean, ready-furnished and big room was hers?!

Hers all alone?

“Is this heaven?”, she marvelled.

The Lady laughed behind her: “I guess you like it.”

“Like it? Like it?!”, Edwina echoed incredulously, “I'm fucking starstruck!”

She dropped her bag in front of the bed and flung herself onto it. With a happy purr she cuddled into the blanket.

The other woman giggled: “Good to know. I wasn't sure what you liked. And speaking of which …”

The brunette looked up and saw the blonde walk over to a big closet.

When she opened it, it was empty.

“We'll buy you new clothes today. I hope you're not too fond of those”, she remarked, eyeing Edwina's baggy, ragged clothes with a frown. “Because they're unwearable.”

The young woman knew that the older was right. But she feared, that the Lady would want to stuff her into girly designer clothes she didn't like.

“Don't worry”, Lady Summers assured her, “You don't have to wear designer dresses like me. Just some real clothes.”

She looked at the bag next to the bed. “Is that everything you have?”

“Yup.”

“May I see?”

It didn't contain much. Just her sanitary articles, a hand mirror, a pocket umbrella, a notebook and an overused pencil. Her trusty pocket knife wasn't in there, the police must have kept it.

The noblewoman shook her head. “Never mind, you need everything new.”

She turned to leave.

“I'll give you an hour to get used to your new room. Then we'll go out for a grand shopping tour. Oh, and Miss Hyde: you really need to work on your behaviour.”

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #female hyde #oc #miss hyde has found a new love: the bathroom. XD #and lady summer's weapons

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takadasaiko · 6 years ago

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Second Chances: Chapter Four

FFN II AO3

Summary: Steve has every intention of returning the Infinity Stones to their correct place in the timeline and heading back to his own. His problems start when he makes an impulse decision to jump over to 1946 and Peggy decides to go back home with him. It only gets more complicated from there when Howard tags along with them to 2023. Tony lives fix-it fic. Pepperony.

Chapter Summary: Howard explores the tech needed to get Peggy back to 2023 along with Steve while Tony works on an upgraded ARC reactor that will give him the fighting chance he needs.

Note: Just as a side note, the amount of time covered with the team in 1946 does not necessarily correspond to the amount of time covered in 2023, even if they're both in the same chapter. In other words what may be the next day for Steve, Peggy, and Howard might be a week or a month later for Tony and the gang in the future. It will all make sense once Steve et al jump to 2023, but I wanted to make sure that I mentioned it in case anyone out there is crazy like me and wobbly timelines drive them crazy.

Chapter Four

They had released Mr Stark from the hospital sometime during the day. Peter had a text waiting for him the moment his last class of the day wrapped and he found himself mumbling excuses why he has to skip out right away. When Iron Man calls, you don't make him wait, even if you can't tell MJ that's the reason why. So he had hopped the train into Manhattan, foot tapping nervously the whole way.

He had only been to the New York HQ for Stark Industries once to make the 'internship' official, and it hadn't even been with Mr Stark. Happy had had to give him a tour of the facility. The head of Stark Industry's security had grumbled the whole way and probably skipped half of what he was supposed to show him. Peter had wanted to see the R&D labs, but it hadn't been in the cards that day. Instead he had seen a few stray offices, the kitchen, and the lobby. Oh, and Happy chasing more than one person down the hall yelling at them over a badge.

Today was different. Today was perfect. Not only was Mr Stark finally out of the hospital - that had to be a good sign, right? They wouldn't let him out if he wasn't doing better - but he'd asked Peter to come help him with a special project. Maybe it was the braces his mentor had shown him the designs for. They had been clumsily sketched out with his left hand, but all the moving parts had made sense when he had talked him through the design one afternoon after Peter had dropped by after school. He might not be a natural engineer like Mr Stark, but he caught on pretty fast. Maybe not quite as fast as chemistry, but if he had to rate them he'd say physics was right behind it. If Mr Stark was willing to talk him through it, Peter was sure that he could —

The teen slammed to a stop at the entrance into Mr Stark's private lab that he had been directed to. The older man sat in a chair, right arm fitted into the very brace he'd designed. Standing with him was a young man only a few years older than Peter. He wasn't an employee. At least he didn't look like it. He was dressed in an MIT hoodie and wasn't wearing a badge as far as Peter could tell, but he was talking through the way the new brace worked as Mr Stark carefully stretched his arm out with it.

"Yeah, we need to tighten it just a hair around my wrist."

"You didn't exactly warn me how much weight you'd dropped," the young man responded, and there was a hint of worry in his voice.

"Hospital food," he answered with a noncommittal shrug.

"Better than alien spacecraft food?"

Mr Stark shot him an exasperated look. "Really? That's where you're going with this?"

"I'm just saying you hop on a spaceship and five years later I'm still waiting on stories."

"Then keep waiting. You don't need stories. You need to pay attention in Elger's class."

"I do!"

"Uh huh. Snoring straight through it is what I've heard."

"What'd he do? Call you?"

"It's cute you think I don't have eyes and ears all over that school."

The younger man shot him an exasperated look. "Not creepy at all. Obviously I'm learning something. You called me for your designs."

"I offered to let you put it together because if you've been sleeping through Edlger's class you're gonna need the extra credit." Mr Stark smirked, stretching the fingers of his right hand with the help of the brace that ran along each finger. "You did good, kid." His dark gaze flickered towards the door. "You just gonna hang out there all day, Underoos?"

Peter could feel his face heat up at the sudden realization that Mr Stark had known he was standing there for…. well for some amount of time. He wasn't sure how long he'd known. "I, uh…. got your text."

"I know. And sent one back."

"I didn't know you'd have someone else here."

The young man flashed a grin. "Harley Keener. You must be Peter. Tony was telling me all about you earlier."

"All?" the teen squeaked.

"Well yeah. That you're an expert chemist and crazy quick learner. Not gonna lie, I'm a little jealous you're gonna get to work on the ARC reactor. I wish I could. That thing is hella cool."

"I'm… what?"

"I mean, I could stay," Harley offered. "Lend a hand. Maybe even-"

"Get outta here," Mr Stark grumbled. "Go fail your tests."

"Gonna ace them."

"I know."

"I'll send you the tightened up version as soon as I get a chance."

"Mark Two," Mr Stark responded, his smile bordering on tired, but he offered a wave with his right hand as if to prove that he could.

Peter watched as Harley started for the door and back to wherever he'd come from and he swallowed hard. The two seemed perfectly at ease with each other. Tony. He'd called Mr Stark Tony.

"You with me, kid?"

The tone made it sound like he'd called Peter's name several times and the teen sputtered. "Yeah. Yeah, I was just thinking Happy's gonna have a fit if he sees him without a badge."

Mr Stark snorted a laugh. "Happy knows who he is. I've known Harley for a decade. It'll be fine."

Oh. Okay. So he hadn't just met him. Or met him while he was gone. That was a relief.

"What'dya thinking kid? I just went out and replaced you while you were gone?"

And he was pretty sure his face was bright red all over again. "I, uh, well I mean…"

His movements were slow, tired, but the older man pulled himself from his seat for the first time since Peter had walked in and took a hesitant step forward as if he weren't entirely comfortable with the brace around his knee yet. Unlike the brace on his arm, that one didn't have to support his entire limb, just help to steady him on it. The brace on his arm stretched from shoulder to fingers though, a shell that fit over his scarred arm and Peter saw the bluetooth receiver that he must have been using to control it like he used in his Iron Man suits. Better or not, he still was having trouble doing much more than twitching his fingers before fitting the mechanics around the nearly useless limb. All of his plans seemed to work out from theory to execution, though, and that had to count for something, even if Peter was wondering if maybe they had released him earlier than they should have. He didn't exactly look healthy.

Mr Stark made his way over and closed the gap. "Hey." Peter's gaze flickered from the brace to his mentor's face, and his expression tough to pin down. Almost like he was reliving some terrible memory, but he reached forward with his uninjured hand and clasped his shoulder. "There's no replacing you, kid."

"Really?"

"Really."

Peter's lips stretched slowly, the smile taking on a life of its own. "I'm glad you're feeling better. I mean… you are, right? Feeling better?"

"I will be once we get this dealt with. What'dya say we get started?"

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The house was so quiet as Peggy made her way down the stairs that she found herself wondering if the night before had all been a dream. Really, if she were honest, it would make more sense than Steve Rogers showing up at her front door, an ecstatic Howard in tow, and claiming he'd come back to her because of time travel. She'd seen a lot of strange things - and, admittedly, most of them had had something to do with Howard Stark - but this one topped them all. It was fanciful. The kind of thing her brain might betray her with after finally trying to say goodbye to Steve. Perhaps she should ready herself for the strong possibility that she and Angie were the only ones there.

She heard the swinging door leading into the kitchen open and freshly brewed coffee wafted from towards her. Breakfast was laid out on the table in the breakfast nook, Angie already digging through it. Her friend looked up, fork still in her mouth, and she swallowed hard. "Hey, sleepy head. You up late last night?" If her tone hadn't been suggestive enough, the look that she gave her said it all.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," Peggy answered coily and reached for a piece of bacon. "Are we sure that's caffeinated coffee?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

The door to the kitchen opened again and Mr Jarvis paused midstep, looking rather sheepish as Peggy turned her cool gaze on him. If his expression was anything to go by her suspicion that he had swapped her coffee for decaf the night before were more founded than the lingering fear that Steve's arrival had been some sort of cruel dream. "Oh, I don't know, but I think Mr Jarvis might," she said pointedly, but her smile eased the sharp edges of the words. "Are the boys in the lab?"

"Wait. This place's got a lab?" Angie squeaked, eyes wide.

"I found it a couple of weeks ago. Hidden door in the library."

"You don't say."

"Something about rich men and their hidden doors."

Jarvis cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yes, Miss Carter. I know that Mr Stark is still in there, and I wager Captain Rogers is as well."

"Oh no you don't, Peg," Angie called out as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I want to hear everything."

"Of course, Angie. Soon."

She didn't give her time to argue as she took her coffee and started back for the library. She pulled the appropriate book forward as she pushed another at the same time, a satisfying click proving signalling the mechanisms movement. It slid open to reveal a moderately stocked lab.

Howard sat on a stool, bent over his work and, if the way his foot tapped nervously on the rung was any indication, he not only had been up all night, but Mr Jarvis had failed to cut off his supply of caffeine. Well, he did sign the butler's checks, she supposed.

Steve was the one that looked over first and it didn't look like he'd slept any more than Howard. He reached up, smoothing back blond hair. "Good morning," he greeted and she couldn't stop the smile.

"Hiya, Peg," Howard offered without looking up from his microscope.

"I see you boys didn't bother to turn in as promised. Mr Jarvis has a full spread on the table."

"And coffee?"

"Haven't you had enough?" she asked the inventor and Steve chuckled.

"We should probably take a break. Howard's been picking Tony's tech apart all night."

"Tony?" Peggy echoed and she didn't miss the mildly panicked look that flashed across his face when he realized he had dropped the name.

"One of the Avengers," he said carefully. "He's, uh…"

"Cap's been dancing around names and details all night," Howard said, amusement lining his voice as he stood. "Thinks he's gonna break time and space. Got news for you, friend. She's going with you. She'll hear it all anyway."

"But you're not, and I don't want to-"

Peggy wasn't sure she trusted the look in her friend's eyes as he waved a hand. "Right, right. I'm just putting the tech together so you and Peg can have your dance. I get my place. Did you say breakfast is ready?"

"It is," she confirmed carefully.

Dark eyes narrowed at her and suddenly Howard's laser focus was directed squarely at her. "What's that look?"

"I'm not giving you a look," she answered immediately.

"Oh, that's a look," he chuckled. "It's the I don't trust Howard look, and I'll tell ya, Peg, it hurts. Especially when I delayed my trip just to help you out."

His tone was teasing and she offered him a smile. "Are you telling me the future holds no appeal to you?"

Howard shrugged. "'Course it does, but Cap was clear. One of us needs to stay and you've earned it, Peggy. You both have."

She pulled in a deep breath, gauging the words that sounded genuine. "Thank you, Howard."

He flashed her a charming smile and breezed past, shouting at Jarvis about coffee. Steve came to stand with her. "You think he's up to something?"

"Maybe. Probably. You dangle something like time travel in front of a man like Howard and he'll be tempted at the very least." Her brows pulled together, a question dancing around in her mind before finally falling from her lips. "Why is it that he needs to stay?"

Steve glanced in the direction that Howard had disappeared in. "He has… a lot ahead of him."

She lifted a skeptical eyebrow and saw the small twitch of his lips downward like he was struggling with something. "You know you can tell me anything, don't you?"

"It's just… I didn't really think this through, you know? Howard does a lot, but so do you. You are…. There are so many people that you help, so much good you do in the world. If you come with me, I'm taking you away from all of that. How's that fair to them?"

Peggy pursed her lips and leaned against the open door frame to the lab. "I understand that you're torn," she said carefully. "You have… You must have so much information that could alter everything as we know it. One step to the left or the right could change it all. I'm not a fool, I know that, but also believe we have a choice in what we do and the paths that we take." She caught his gaze and held it. "You're a hero, Steve, but not because you're Captain America. You're a hero because of the choices you've made again and again…. You fall down on the grenade every time,, and when you went into the ice I..." She swallowed hard, steeling herself as best as she could, but no matter how determined she was she could feel those damned tears building. "I mourned. For over a year I mourned you. I'd only just said my goodbyes and hoped I could stand by them and then there you are standing in the doorway, real as day, and I got my choice back."

"What choice?" he asked, his voice small, almost as if he didn't dare speculate on the answer.

"You, you idiot," Peggy laughed and reached out, her hand brushing his. "I don't just want a dance. I want it all. If I can change the world here, I can change the world anywhere. If Howard can manage it on his own, I want to choose you."

His fingers wrapped around her hand and he pulled it up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of her knuckles. "I should tell you. If it's your choice, you should know."

"Alright."

"Hey, lovebirds!" Howard shouted from down the hall. "You coming?"

Steve finally broke into a real smile and Peggy echoed it. "And you thought you missed him."

"I did. I know someone a lot like him though… Sometimes I forget how much they remind me of each other."

"Tony?" she asked slyly and his look said it all.

"We should probably get back out there before he comes looking for us."

"Probably so," she conceded as she tightened her hold on his hand, not letting go as she led him towards the breakfast nook. She wasn't going to let him go this time. Not when she had a chance to hold on.

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TBC

Notes: This was a much more difficult chapter to write than the others because I adore Peggy so much. I came to some realizations (right along with Steve) about what taking her to the future before founding SHIELD would actually mean for her as a character. Sure, Howard and Phillips could do it. It might be different, but I think they could have gotten it off the ground without her. The point is she was there. A woman in the late 40's helping to kickstart SHIELD into being, and isn't that the core of Peggy Carter? Definitely one of the many reasons I love her. I found my fix, and I think from a character standpoint I'm very happy with the questions it will cover. It just caused a bit of a hiccup in the writing process.

Originally this chapter was going to bounce back and forth between the ARC reactor and Howard researching the time travel tech, but I decided I really prefer shorter chapters and more frequent updates for this story. I am fond of the fact that I get one of my parallels I love so much with Tony and his father working on tech that originated with the other in different timelines. It's a lot of fun.

Next time: Howard gets a closer look at the Pym Particles and Tony finishes the new ARC reactor.

#Endgame fix it fic #Tony Stark #Peter Parker #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Howard Stark #Harley Keener

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At the Brink of Midnight - Chapter 2

Sorry for the delay! I had some things to work out, Arkham;s layout among them...

Important Spoiler Warning: canon-typical ableism

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Chapter 2: The Lines In-Between

Bruce had gotten used to driving up to Arkham’s squeaky iron gates and waiting patiently for his visitor call to go through the recently-upgraded intercom, but he had to admit it still felt strange to look at the place up close. It was tall and dark, with the spires and slanted roofs reminiscent of some kind of gothic mansion rather than a mental hospital. Many of the older buildings in Gotham seemed like it, with their gargoyles and weather-worn stonework, always giving the rest of the city the sort of grim storybook atmosphere despite the varying designs of the skyscrapers and apartments and storefronts.

Bruce knew he should have been used to seeing it, considering he had been visiting it multiple times a week for seven months, but somehow it always felt like he was going to a different plane of existence. It was a very different world inside, after all…

Like Gotham’s architecture, the cars in the lot behind the building varied in their states of wear and style and year, but somehow it all looked right, even with Bruce’s black Maserati Gran Turismo parked in the corner. He passed by a beaten Saab with what looked like several bullet holes in the passenger door and a plastic bag covering the window and felt guilt start to gnaw at him.

Crime rates had gone up since he hung up the cowl.

He knew one man couldn’t save the city. He knew the GCPD were better equipped, and knew that Gordon’s recent reinstatement as Commissioner was helping, albeit slowly.

It didn’t stop him second-guessing himself.

Bruce had to walk around to the front of the building to get to the entrance; what was once dull and – quite frankly – creepy was now more polished and bright. The electrical system had been difficult to upgrade, but the result had been worth it. The asylum was looking more like a proper institution every week.

The receptionist was talking with a young red-headed woman in a white lab coat. Bruce took a second to recognize her – the young doctor-in-training from last time he’d tried to visit John. She’d apparently decided to cut half of her hair off in the meantime, leaving it in a short bob.

“Good evening, Mr. Wayne. I.D. and signature please,” the receptionist said mid-sentence into her conversation with the trainee, sliding the clipboard towards Bruce, “-so I said, ‘Honey, you know I’ve seen crazier things at work!’”

The trainee gave a short laugh; it sounded like one of those polite ones that always seemed to signify the end of particular conversations at parties. “Oh, I bet he shut up after that…”

“He did, he did,” Deborah Flint replied, flashing a smile up at Bruce as she glanced over his I.D. “You’re just here to see Dr. Thompson today, Mr. Wayne?”

“I think I can wrap the meeting up with him before visiting hours are over – I’d like to see John afterwards, if that’s alright.” Bruce didn’t miss the appreciative once-over the trainee next to him was giving him, but decided to ignore it.

“I’ll have to check over the patient notes I got this afternoon to see if that’s clear.” Mrs. Flint squinted at her monitor. “That’s strange, Dr. Thompson’s schedule says he should be finishing up with a therapy session upstairs in a bit… Miss Lant, can you escort Mr. Wayne there?”

The trainee flashed him professional smile. “Of course. Follow me, please, Mr. Wayne.”

“Thank you, Miss Lant.”

“You can call me Jackie if you’d like,” she replied cheerfully. “Everyone does. Just, uh, not in front of other doctors.”

Bruce smiled back as they went through the security check. The guard (Tom Welker, who often worked the evening shifts) watched Bruce’s belt and shoes pass through monitor with a scrutiny, but barely ran the metal-detecting rod over him and Jackie. Bruce had half a mind to tell him to check better, but Bruce had passed through it clean so many times before that he wasn’t surprised the guard was getting relaxed with him. And if he did check him better, he might confiscate some of the harmless contraband Bruce sometimes brought to John. Getting a milkshake in had been hard enough…

“Clean as ever, Mr. Wayne. Hey, Jackie, you’re missing something.”

Jackie immediately tapped her badge, then started going through her pockets, patting her slacks as well. “What could I be…?”

“My number,” Tom grinned, handing her a slip of paper. “I’m free Sunday, if you wanna have dinner.”

Jackie took it, but gave Tom a very unimpressed look as she slid it into her coat pocket. “I’ll think about it.”

“I know a place that does great thai!” He called after her.

“I met you last time I visited, didn’t I? You look different,” Bruce commented as they stepped into the elevator. “Did you get your hair done?”

Jackie blushed slightly. “Oh, um, yes, you did. And yes, I did – I had to have an emergency haircut yesterday. I stood too close to one of the inmates doors,” she said with a disappointed frown. “I don’t even know where he got the knife from, but he cut off my whole ponytail…”

Bruce raised his brows. “I’m sorry to hear that… At least you make it look good,” he placated with a small smile.

She flashed him a slight grin as her cheeks turned a little pinker. “Thanks.”

The elevator stopped, letting on two orderlies who merely nodded at Bruce’s polite smile. One looked at the ‘5’ lit up and turned to Jackie – “Jackie, their fixing the fifth floor’s elevator doors. You’ll have to take the stairs up there.”

“What?! Ugh…” Jackie sighed, pressing the fourth-floor’s button. “Sorry about this, Mr. Wayne.”

“It’s alright,” he said with a slight shrug. “At least it’s just a problem with the doors.”

The fourth floor was better than it had been the first time Bruce had been on it. The tile hadn’t been fixed yet, but the lighting was much better, and things just seemed clearer and cleaner. A security camera’s lens gleamed from the wall, brand new and not yet operational. The old camera down the hall could barely see them as they made their way towards the staircase. The stairwell was always cast in a yellowish sort of light in comparison to the clean white florescent bulbs in the hallway. Emergency lights hanging high on the walls made Bruce feel like he was in more of a prison than anything.

“Okay, patient 904’s room should be down there, so Dr. Thompson should be near there…” Jackie looked over her clipboard’s notes, eyes roaming over some kind of floor map as they walked up the stairs. “I swear, this place has the most ridiculous layout…”

Bruce said nothing. He honestly hoped they’d pass John’s room up there. He almost didn’t care if it was even occupied… Somehow, just the idea of seeing his space was oddly reassuring.

The heavy metal door opened to the slightly grayer hallway of the fifth floor. The red light above the open doors leading to the rec room area was blaring at him. How strange…

Then again, so was the fact that Dr. Thompson’s schedule had him with a patient at the time that Bruce was supposed to be meeting him. So was the real reason Bruce had picked now to check up on the place. Sizing up Crane in person and addressing John's concerns came first.

"Bruce?"

One simple word in the voice that Bruce knew he would never forget in a hundred years, and things suddenly seemed a little brighter in the dismal world of Arkham.

Bruce practically snapped his head towards the sound, and found John moving to lean against the bars of the Rec Room, a glowing look on his face like he had glimpsed something more than just a man. Like their argument two weeks ago was just water under the bridge. Bruce was drawn in, even as the trainee blubbered.

"Uh, Mr. Wayne, you -"

"I'm sorry, Jackie, can you... I dunno, give me a minute? I didn't get to see him last time I visited."

The trainee seemed to scan him, her dark brown eyes searching his face for a moment. She sighed, a sympathetic smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Two minutes," she said with a light kind of finality.

"Thank you," Bruce said as she walked to the corner and leaned against it, her back turned to them as she flipped through the notes on her clipboard.

"Still using that old Wayne charm, huh?" John smiled, his eyes gleaming for a moment before turning softer, his voice quiet. "Good to see you again, Bruce."

The orderly sitting behind the nurse’s station wasn't paying attention in the slightest.

"John," Bruce started, keeping his voice low, wondering exactly what he should say, "How did you...?"

John's smile widened as he gave a small excited chortle. "Don't worry, Bruce, I didn't do anything extreme," he emphasized with a look. "Swiped a few keys, locked the guards behind me, dialed the numbers I've had memorized for ages... And it worked! Here you are, in the flesh!" His hands, which had been grasping the bars like he could somehow pull them apart, raised palm-up at him, as if he was showing Bruce off like a prize. Bruce couldn't help but glance at them as they went back to holding the bars. "Can't say I didn't wish I had a Jokerang or two on me that day, but -"

"John -"

"I know, I know," John huffed with a frown, his thin arms sliding through the gaps to rest an elbow on the flat lock of the frame and putting the other hand on the very edge of the flat bar. They were close - it would be easy, really, for John to grasp his collar to pull him forward. Into what, Bruce wasn't sure. "Still," he said with a shrug and a sigh, his vibrant green eyes going back to stare into Bruce with something too soft and too knowing to make Bruce entirely comfortable.

"John, I tried to visit," Bruce began, feeling like all he wanted was to spill everything out at once. That he was sorry, that he kept coming at the wrong times for two weeks, that of course he would be there, that he’d always have John’s back -

John reached up, swiftly and softly, to put his finger to Bruce's lips. The skin was dry, but warm, and Bruce felt an awful urge to lean into it. "Shh. You're here now, and that's all that matters." There was no room for dishonesty there; John really meant that. The hand lowered slowly, the tip of it just brushing against Bruce's chin until it pulled away entirely, the residual heat burning his skin in the stifling air. "Just do me a favor, okay?"

There was something about the image of John leaning against the thing that separated their worlds only just, of hands reaching out to him through the gap in the bars, blurring the line that divided them, while John gave him that begging, vulnerable look so like the night the dream ended that it sent a jolt through Bruce’s heart. They might as well have been back in the control room.

"Don't ignore it. Don't shove the feeling in your gut aside and pretend it's not there, Bruce. I saw it written on your face the moment you rounded the corner." Bruce's heart thudded in his ears, the arms in his muscles tightening, his eyes wider than what he wanted them to be.

Bruce wasn’t sure what gut-feeling he was alluding to – did he mean the unusually strong attachment for him that throbbed and squirmed in a way that made Bruce feel uncomfortable putting a label to it, or did he mean the Bat still lurking beneath the surface, wanting to run, wanting to let everything out, scrambling to put all the pieces together before it was too late? Both things were the reason he stood there. He feared neither would fade away any time soon.

“Good thing I felt like pacing over here,” John (Joker) added with a painfully gentle grin, “or I would’ve missed you.”

He didn’t know what to say. He almost wanted to tell him how much he missed him. He could almost make a joke out of it.

"Mr. Wayne?"

The spell on Bruce snapped like a trodden-upon twig and he turned to see the trainee a few feet away, an eyebrow raised slightly at him.

"Hey, Jackie," John greeted with a little wave of his hand, a more casual smile playing on his face. "Showing our favorite billionaire the corners they allow you in?"

"John," Jackie replied cautiously, "you know I'm not even supposed to talk to you without supervision."

"I think Bruce counts," John said with a sly smile at him. Bruce felt the corner of his mouth twitch up on one side and hurried to keep it down.

"Mister Wayne," Jackie said with a more determined air, "Follow me, please."

"Thanks for stopping by, buddy," John said, his smooth mouth curved into a secretive smile. "Do me a favor and look up art for me, okay, pal? Walls are a little too bare here."

Bruce's mind raced as he fought to keep a straight face. Art - not artwork, but a name, short for Arthur. There were no Arthurs on the list of doctors, so he had to have been a patient or a guard. The smile tugging on Bruce's lips didn't have to be fought down this time. "I'll pick out something good for you."

"I know you will," John added with a knowing grin, withdrawing his arms entirely and stepping back from the bars. "Come back soon," he added with an affectionate tone and a much softer smile.

Bruce began to follow Jackie down the hall, glancing back just once to see bright green eyes still watching him, the smile on John’s face replaced with something that was anxious and contemplative at the same time. It made Bruce want to turn around, to ask what precisely it was that made John so desperate to risk the call in the first place, to tell him that he wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

Instead, he tore his gaze away and refocused on the task at hand: finding out what exactly Arkham had used the funds he'd so generously given them for, and seeing if he could get a better grasp of this Dr. Crane.

Jackie tapped a plastic pen in the air as they passed by mostly-empty patient rooms; they came to a stop in front of an open one, the 904 card in the room plate. “Wait…” The trainee took another glance at the paper on her clipboard, and then back at the room. “Damn it. I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne.” She turned, giving a sigh and a look reminiscent of a lost puppy. “He must be back down in his office. I think we got the old schedule… I should’ve known he wouldn’t be up here if you’d made an appointment so close to a therapy session…”

It was true, but Bruce wasn’t going to complain. At least he got to see John for the first time in weeks, and since he was up and around, that meant he could visit properly later.

“As long as you know where his office is, I’m sure he won’t mind if I’m a little late.”

“…thanks.” Jackie shot a look down at her shoes. “It’d probably be faster to take the stairs the whole way.”

“That’d be fine.”

He followed Jackie down the aging concrete steps, noticing that she was looking a lot more contemplative than before. “I’m really sorry for dragging you all this way."

Bruce eyed the trainee carefully. She did seem frustrated at herself. “I imagine there’s always going to be hiccups in a place like this. Hospitals always have emergencies; I don’t doubt this place has its fair share of those, too.”

“I just wish they’d update this stuff so I wouldn’t feel left out of the loop like this. I guess most of that’s budgeting and priority, though, isn’t it…?” Jackie sighed slightly as they passed a security guard who gave a curt nod to Bruce’s civil smile. “At least his new office is easy to find. It’s right past the research bay – you ever see it?”

The heavy metal door marked 2 – WEST squealed as she opened it for him, holding it so he could pass.

“I…haven’t had the pleasure.”

“Oh, well, I’ll show you! We do medical tests there – it’s perfectly safe,” she added at Bruce’s wince, letting the door close by itself, “The patients are prescreened for the new medicines, and the bay only acts as an extra measure in case something goes wrong. The upgrades have really helped.” Jackie shot him a warm smile.

“Good to know.”

They passed an orderly escorting a patient alongside a doctor, but other than that the hall seemed empty and quiet until they turned the corner.

Five rooms, side-by-side, all had large glass windows showing in. Three of them were dark, but showed beds and monitoring equipment, like makeshift hospital rooms. One of them had the blinds drawn.

The last was lit bright, and a thin, tall man in a lab coat was seeming to look inside, tapping a pen against his mouth.

"Oh, Dr. Crane! I didn't expect to see you here today."

The stick of a man turned towards Jackie, the light reflecting off one of the lenses in his half-rimmed glasses as a hazel eye looked out at them through the other. It was a blank look that spoke nothing of the man's intensions - it was startlingly dull and lifeless for a forty-two-year-old man whose face looked like it could've been on the cover of GQ. For a horrible moment, Bruce wondered if the man was actually alive.

"Just finishing up some observations," Dr. Crane said simply, his high voice steady and relaxed. His eyes flickered down at the paper visitor’s badge sticking to Bruce's breast pocket. "I see you’re escorting Mr. Wayne around the premises."

"Oh, I was just leading him to the boss' office - I just thought I'd show him around a bit on the way. You know, showing him a bit of what all his donations have done for us so far," Jackie said, a nervous kind of excitement in her voice. "He never got to see down here before."

Dr. Crane stared him down, bits of curiosity breaking his blank expression. "I was under the impression that Mr. Wayne was a regular visitor to our humble asylum."

"I've only been allowed in a few areas," Bruce began, flashing his charming-host-smile at the doctor. "And I've been escorted every time; this place is like a maze."

"Even as your time as a patient?" Dr. Crane asked, curiosity growing steady in his pitch and sparking for the briefest of moments on his features before he returned to looking through the glass window of the observation bay, his expression flat once more. "But I suppose you wouldn't have come down here, you were only here for thirty-six hours, weren't you..."

Bruce filed away the thought that Dr. Crane had clearly looked through his old patient file for a later time. "Can I ask what exactly it is that you're observing, Doctor?"

"Drug tests."

“Um…” Jackie waited a beat, looking at the doctor curiously. "What kind, Pro-," she caught herself, "Doctor Crane?"

"For anxiety," the doctor responded, his eyes not leaving the patient lying on the bed. Bruce peeked over Jackie's shoulder, seeing the patient quake visibly in their restraints. The lights made the tears on her cheeks glisten, and Bruce felt a sharp pang of empathy. His fingers stiffened, wanting to clench into fists.

"Isn't that Claire? Why is she restrained?" Jackie asked, worry etching over her face. "I thought she was marinthrophobic."

"We don't discuss patients' histories with guests, child," Dr. Crane said with the patient air of an elementary school teacher. "I suppose the damage is done," he continued, a flash of distaste in his voice before turning to Jackie with a professional tone. "I can't study the effects properly otherwise; this will give me a window into seeing if the medication overtakes the fear of the restraints."

"Oh... Makes sense," Jackie agreed half-heartedly with a nod. "Well, um, I won't take up more of your time, Dr. Crane."

"Yes, it's best you don't keep Dr. Thompson waiting, Miss Lant. He’s quite a stickler for time-keeping. Nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne," the doctor said, extending his bony hand.

Bruce shook it, feeling a pathetic attempt at a business-squeeze on his knuckles. It wouldn't take much for Bruce to break his hand, and he felt the horrible rush of temptation to do just that. For John's safety or his own discomfort, Bruce wasn't sure. "Nice to meet you, too, doctor."

"If you decide you want to return to therapy, Mr. Wayne, I'd be delighted to give you a spot on my couch here," the doctor offered, a flicker of a smile on his face accompanying the rise in his tone. There was something about it all that made Bruce uncomfortable.

"I'll...make a note of that," Bruce replied awkwardly as the trainee began to lead the way down the hall. Once they were far away enough, he muttered, "Is he always like that?"

"Dr. Crane? Yeah, but you get used to it. I had his course my senior year at Gotham University, before he left - he's brilliant, but he doesn't exactly open up to other people a lot. I figured it's his upbringing." Jackie smiled innocently up at him. "The formative years usually play a lot into your psyche."

Bruce decided not to say anything else to that. He didn’t want to think about exactly what his youth did to his mental state.

They stopped in front of a door with a paper sign saying ‘SUPERINTENDENT DR. THOMPSON’ in large font. "Well, here you are, Mr. Wayne. I'm sure Dr. Thompson will escort you back downstairs."

"Thanks, Jackie," Bruce smiled as the young woman fluttered her lashes once and brushed past him, the reddish-orange of her short curly hair the only colorful thing in the hall.

Dr. Thompson may have been a practicing psychiatrist, but there was no mistaking the businessman underneath, springing to the surface when he looked up from his screen. You didn't get to run an asylum without being both.

"Mr. Wayne! How nice to see you again." It was difficult to pinpoint his age exactly, but he must have been twice the age of Bruce at least.

"Doctor Thompson," Bruce said as he returned the polite handshake. "You look well."

"I don't exactly feel like it, Mr. Wayne, but thank you. I can't say I'm surprised to see you, but I am surprised that it's been a while since you've come purely to check up on your contributions."

Bruce fought down the blush wanting to creep up his face. He'd been coming every week, but every time he split his time seeing John and doing a casual check of the various new improvements, and meeting a few members of the board. His generous contributions on behalf of Wayne Enterprise made them all sit up and give him a bit of a word in here and there, but his father's abhorrent past made them keep a close eye on him. "Well, Wayne Enterprise is a pretty harsh mistress - I have to split my time carefully these days, regardless of what I want."

Dr. Thompson searched him for the quickest moment, but an understanding smile played on his face. "Yes, it's like juggling two jobs, isn't it? Business and friendships - both hard to maintain, especially together."

Bruce was grateful he no longer had the mantle of Batman to uphold, too. It made agreeing with Dr. Thompson a lot easier.

"So, you've seen the new additions to the medical bay and the basement restoration - how about I show you some of the new surveillance equipment we're installing?"

"I'd love to."

"Great, we'll talk on the way." Dr. Thompson gently steered Bruce out the door.

Bruce let his mind run through different questions to ask. Dr. Crane, the medical testing, Jackie Lant...

"So, do you always stay so close to the medical testing facility?" Dr. Thompson raised an eyebrow at him. "Miss Lant showed me on the way. I could've sworn your office wasn't in this part of the building last time."

"This is just temporary; my real office was infiltrated last week," Dr. Thompson's smile turned into a serious line. "Nothing taken, thankfully, but they seemed to have left in a hurry."

"Any idea what they were looking for?"

"Files, but there was no prints on the open cabinet and the camera in the hall was conveniently turned away from the door the night we had a new guard on duty."

Someone who knew the inner workings of Arkham, then. Security and staff were high on that suspect list. And John, a nagging voice at the back of his head said. But that would've been very difficult for John to pull off, considering he was kept a firm watch on since the Joker incident. "What were they, patient files or something? I thought those would've been kept in their own room, with how old this place is," Bruce said with a practiced look of concern.

"They are," the doctor answered, glancing at him. "They were facility records. Finances and the like. They were shuffled to the patient records and my computer was securely transferred down here while we're reconfiguring the security measures upstairs. The new cameras are going live tomorrow evening."

"Good to know it's sooner rather than later," Bruce replied, offering a kind smile as they continued to the monitoring station two floors below.

Whether he needed it for later or not, Bruce would remember that.

Bruce clung to the steering wheel as he glared out the traffic in front of him.

Once again, he was prevented from seeing John. The receptionist at the front said there was some new medication he was being put on at that hour that would make him too drowsy to hold any kind of conversation until he got used to it. The orderly hadn't known the name of the new drug, just got passed a note saying as much that morning.

Something was definitely wrong. He didn't care if it was just an excuse to punish John for the phone call or anything else he might have done; not seeing him for almost three weeks except for a chance encounter in the hall wasn't right.

He knew he could argue with himself all day about how it might have just been coincidence, might have just been him almost desperately wanting to see John again and getting angry about being denied it. He knew Alfred would say as much.

But Alfred wasn't here. He hadn't heard John asking for help. Hadn't met the unnerving Dr. Crane for himself.

He had to find out who Art was.

Bruce breathed deep. He couldn't go back and look through the filing cabinet himself, it was too risky, mask or no mask.

He willed himself to calm down. He had to be rational.

Traffic wasn't going to be moving very fast for very long… He had things he needed to learn.

Bruce dialed Tiffany.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Tiffany," he started, quieter than he thought he would be. "You got a minute?"

"...you need a favor?"

"Well, yeah - I mean, if that's okay."

"You didn't break one of my toys, did you?"

Bruce smiled slightly. Tiffany was still Lucious' daughter. "No, don't worry, it's not a repair I need."

"Well, I figured, but... Just checking. So, what’s up?"

"I need you to find a name for me. Think you can break into Arkham's database?"

"...into Arkham?" He practically heard her narrowing her eyes. "Why?"

"I'm just checking up something." He was starting to feel flustered. "For a friend," he added.

"A friend, huh?" Bruce felt the doubt in her voice. He was sure she knew exactly which friend he was referring to, and he was sure she was judging him. "Alright. Which names?"

"A Dr. Jonathan Crane, no 'h', and any patient named Art or Arthur."

"I'm guessing the doctor isn't a patient?"

"No, practicing at Arkham."

"Right. It could take a while. I'm guessing you called me because you didn't want to boot up your old gear?"

Bruce swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "Yeah."

"...I'll call you when I find something. About an hour?"

"Sure, fine. Thanks, Tiffany. I mean it."

"Don't thank me yet, Bruce. I still need to find you something," she added lightly.

Bruce cursed Gotham's twisting, crowded roads as he drove the rest of the way with the classical station on loud, trying to drown himself in the orchestra filling his ears as he tried not to think about how much easier this entire thing would be if he could just put on the batsuit.

The mansion felt huge and empty when Bruce finally walked in.

In truth, it always felt that way. Too big, too open, too quiet. It would be too long before Alfred's next Skype call, and longer until Alfred decided to take a break from his long and well-deserved vacation.

The moment Bruce had started driving John to the bridge, he entertained the thought of bringing him here. To his house, to the Batcave, to show everything he had to the one person who would actually see everything. He had no doubt John would know exactly what was Bruce's and what wasn't.

Even after everything that happened, Bruce liked the idea of him here, despite the bittersweet flavor it seemed to leave. Taking up space, breaking the silence, sneaking in everywhere he could get, potentially breaking something expensive by accident that Alfred would later mutter about but Bruce would secretly smile at.

Heirlooms were one thing, photos another, but the expensive furniture and modern art Bruce only kept for show - for the billionaire playboy with too much money and time on his hands - he always wanted to treat like the garbage it was.

He turned on the billiard room's fire and sank into the armchair, watching the flames dance as he tried to breathe. It was so hard to think about anything else but the case.

What did he even suspect Dr. Crane of doing? Treating his patients with unusual and unkind methods? Giving off a creepy vibe?

All he had was John's word that something was wrong. John's word and Bruce's gut.

Just how much faith did he want to put into both?

The synthesized jingle of his phone buzzing away almost jolted him out of his thoughts.

"Tiffany?"

"Bruce, I've found something. Are you sitting down?" Without waiting to hear his response, she continued. "What do you want to hear first: Crane, or Arthur?"

"Crane."

"Right," she continued, sounding a bit more normal, "Well, Dr. Crane has been working in Arkham for a little over a year, has a relatively normal file, worked at Gotham U. for years - but his proclaimed area of expertise is a little weird."

"Fear?"

"...did you look him up already?"

"He's written three papers on the subject alone. All open to the public."

"Yeah, well, they're all listed on his references. They all as creepy as they sound? The Working Through Grief article he has sounds pretty normal."

"Fear is unnatural, fear is a byproduct of primitive impulse, fear is conquered best with constant exposure - pretty much all like that. I haven't read the Working Through Grief one yet."

"Yikes, glad I don't have to actually read those. Don't know how I'd sleep..." Bruce felt a smile lift a bit at her tone. "He was basically on the wait list until Arkham gave in and hired him. Seemed the last five years shifted out a few doctors from there and he wasn't chosen until a year ago. The last two seemed to just drop off the face of the Earth."

Probably at the bottom of the Gotham River, if not buried in concrete somewhere. "Missing persons?"

"You got it. Both of them specialized in the sort of...research section, I guess?"

Bruce could see the terrified woman on the table. See Dr. Crane staring at her through the window with a blank face, like it was just something that happened every day. "Medicinal testing wing. I've seen it."

"You've seen it? How?"

"I went to check up on what my contributions were going to, got a bit of a tour - what about Arthur?"

"Right: I found two Arthurs, one's a guard on morning duty, the other a patient. Or...was a patient, actually. Arthur Mooney passed away almost three weeks ago."

"How?"

"Suicide's what's listed, but I couldn't find the details. Guy had a whole list of problems on here. I think it's safe to say he was a total whacko."

Bruce set his jaw, half a mind to tell Tiffany that that sort of casual dismissal of mental issues was as unhealthy as it was disrespectful, but he didn't have the energy to go through a full argument like that. He allowed a sigh through his nostrils instead. "Anything on the guard?"

"Arthur West; nothing special. Forty-four, average height, decent references, no misbehavior on record."

"What floor does he frequent?"

"Uh, I don't think that kind of thing is set in stone, but I'm pretty sure it's the first floor, judging by the crude map I got. Why?"

First floor was for the quieter, better-behaved patients, as well as a slightly larger nurse's station. Despite him going along quietly and being on fairly good behavior, John was stationed on the fifth. "I wanted to see if the two ever came into contact with one another. If the guard doesn't circulate regularly, it's a pretty slim chance. What floor was the patient stationed on?"

"...five. And you'll never guess who the last doctor on his list is."

A patient suicide on the same floor as John. A patient of Crane's.

Bruce pictured the medical testing room, with John strapped inside, and Crane watching through the window.

He felt like he wanted to throw up and hit something at the same time. He breathed deep, trying to calm his racing heart and force the image away.

"Bruce?"

"Tiffany...thank you. Good work."

"...Bruce," she started hesitantly, "What are you going to do?"

He wasn't sure yet. It would be easy - so, so easy - to put on his old suit and sneak into Arkham, do a search before making Crane talk.

Or, he could try to find the coroner's report on Art. Go back to Arkham like nothing happened, force his way into talking with John, see if he knew anything else.

"Tiffany, can you find what exactly it is that Dr. Crane is using on his patients? What he's prescribing them?"

"Probably, but it'll take a bit to get back in. It's too risky to stay on the phone and search at the same time, even if the line's secure."

"Great. If you happen to find the coroner's report on Mooney -"

"I'll send it your way, too, Bruce. I'm guessing you're doing this the more...Wayne sort of way?"

"I hung up the suit, Tiff'. I'm not taking it back out unless I know I need to."

"...your call. I'll send you stuff when I get it."

"Thanks, Tiffany."

"I'm doing this for you, you know," she interjected. "Not him."

Bruce felt his heart sink. He knew it, but he didn't want to hear it. "You know I appreciate it, Tiff'."

"Bye, Bruce."

The call ended with a beep, and Bruce sat there staring at the colorful stripes that made up his lock-screen, thinking too much about everything.

#batman telltale #batman the telltale series #batjokes #juce #atbom #i was thiiiiis close to making Bruce's lockscreen green+purple...#i like seeing poor Bruce desperate to see John :)#also sorry for being late...i meant to post this wednesday #._. i've got a bad habit of being late with updates...#so i'll schedule this for later too!#at the brink of midnight #fordarkisthesuede writes

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Through the Storm

Through the Storm Page "Soundtrack" From the Start--Previous Chapter

Chapter Twenty Four

Steven hadn't heard back yet and he apologized for stressing me out when I went to ask for updates. He didn't expect to hear back from his friend until the evening and the information didn't sit well with me.

Aside from packing up all my stuff from the bedroom I had borrowed, I wasn't sure what to do with my time. I didn't want to bother Gladion while he was supposedly working, otherwise I would have gone to him to talk through plans for Kanto more. That and I was suddenly much more nervous about being around him since Lillie had convinced me to stop ignoring all the little advances he was making. So I was extremely hesitant and opposed to opening that door to see him.

Hau was heading out to find some ditto while it was still light out and despite the fact that I had silvally with me, he didn't let me go with to help. Green walked through the hallway as I was trying to convince him and made a stupidly good point about my presence making it harder for Hau anyway. There was a possibility the Pokémon were geared to attack champions and not necessarily champion's friends. So I was house locked until this guy with a plane got back to Steven and man was I bored.

I wandered through the house for a while in a partial daze; distracted by worried thoughts. All attempts to talk with the others failed as they were busy and distracted with their own planning and scheming. I ended up in the kitchen, seated on the counter and tossing my eager silvally treats out of a box from the cupboard, trying to make her do tricks and twirls with the food.

"Wow, bored enough?" Said Gold as he lumbered into the room, tugging open the fridge and searching for a snack. "I can't blame you, after a night like yours this waiting has to be just terrible." He shut the door and leaned against the counter opposite of where I was sitting with an apple in his hands.

Silvally span on him, eyeing that apple with a hungry look in her eyes. He pushed her snout away before she could get a big chomp in on the fruit and I laughed at the way her ears dropped sadly. Shaking the box of treats moved her attention back to me rather quickly though. "Yeah, I'm going a little stir crazy."

He shook his head, "At least you got out!" His eyes rolled as he took a bite of the apple. "Do you know when you're leaving?"

"Nope, Steven said he doesn't expect a response until sometime in the evening." Silvally started twirling in circles to get me to toss another treat and both Gold and I laughed at her. "What about you? Have you four figured out where you're going to look for kyogre and Aqua?"

He nodded, watching my Pokémon poke and prod at the box even as I closed it. "Brendan told us where to go, guess its 'resting place' is some sort of monument. We're heading out in a few hours."

"Oh, dang..." I hadn't realized that when we'd set all these plans that they would start happening immediately. I'd been so focused on mewtwo that I hadn't even considered what the others were doing. A bead of dread appeared in my stomach, afraid someone may get hurt while we were all apart. I had to trust them though, they'd all dealt with their fair share of problems in the past. I matched Gold's confused gaze, "Keep me updated? Please?"

He smirked, "As long as you keep me updated too. Be pretty dumb if I lost track of my new friend before we even got to properly hangout." A laugh left his mouth despite how chilling the statement was.

"Don't worry, eventually we'll get time to hang out without being in danger of death." A forced laugh escaped me as well.

Red popped his head into the kitchen then, shooting an uninterested glare at Gold and waving for him to follow before disappearing again. I laughed at the annoyed expression on Gold's face as he shoved off the counter and started heading out of the room. "Guess I should get back to 'work'." He grumbled, "I'll see ya later, good luck with mewtwo."

"Good luck with kyogre!" I said, waving my goodbye and immediately falling back into my anxious boredom. I really needed to find something productive to do with my time or I would go crazy in the next few hours...

By the time I would consider it 'evening' I'd mapped out every possible place I knew that mewtwo could have been hiding. Specific spots in multiple caves, some barren fields that were fairly uninhabited, some dark and creepy forests... there were a lot of options but I was hopeful we wouldn't need to transverse all of them. I'd learned and seen a lot of Kanto's land and remembered a decent chunk of it from my childhood, but there was certainly a lot of other places the elusive legendary could be hiding. We didn't have the time to scour across the entire region, I was really hoping my first guess was the right place. If it wasn't in that strange cave that Lillie and I had found, then we were probably screwed...

To cover my bases, I called Oak, having to get the number from Green which had resulted in a stupid goose chase around the house. Only after asking three different people if they'd seen the guy did I find him in a back room in the basement with Red playing some card game I'd never seen. I didn't bother asking questions about that, just stole his 'gramps' number from his phone and left the two to their game. The professor didn't have any idea of where mewtwo could be found, didn't even know where the destroyed lab had been located. The only thing he could tell me was that the beast wouldn't be anywhere nearby a city or highly populated area. Chances were it was deep in some cave in the middle of nowhere. He wished me luck in a regretful tone, upset he couldn't help more.

His words were helpful enough, though, I could cross off everything that wasn't a cave...or at least leave those areas to search as a last ditch effort if we didn't find the Pokémon in a cave.

The clock hit seven pm and I ran upstairs to find a mostly empty house. Cynthia had left, Gold and the rest of his group were long gone, and apparently Brendan and May had left almost immediately after finding out their share of the plan. Steven was seated at the table with Hau and Lillie, a laptop in front of him and his phone face up next to it. He looked up sorrowfully as I walked into the dining room.

"Nothing still?" I asked, hanging in the doorway.

"Well." Steven said, "He called back a few hours ago and agreed to take you two to Kanto. There are some adjustments he has to make with his plane first, so I'm not sure when he'll get back to us."

"A confirmation is better than nothing!" I reassured with a grin, even if it did take a while to make these adjustments at least I knew something would happen... that loitering around all day hadn't been just wasted time and resources.

"It is." Steven said, gaze flicking back to his laptop. Clearly busy with something. "I'm hopeful we'll have this mewtwo on our side within a day."

Hau shouted, "I got three ditto! So we'll be okay back here while you're gone!" He released one of his new friends and the pink goo smiled goofily to me. Lillie giggled and poked at the Pokémon, the creature doing a little dance in response. "I was thinking we should have it transform into another pokemon, so it can mimic their attacks." She said.

Silvally who had been keeping me company since this afternoon stepped forward and whined. "Would you like to mimic her?" I offered.

Hau bounced out of his seat, "Yes! Then I can finally have my own silvally!"

I laughed as he commanded his pokemon to transform, a mostly accurate mirror of silvally appearing in front of me. Of course the face was more than just a little wonky, but that wasn't the important part. It had better moves to use now and could possibly deter some weaker pokemon from attacking the two just by the appearance alone. Clearly, the ditto could take on the form and moves of anything more powerful than silvally if something drastic happened. Hau was skillful with pokemon as well and the thought eased some of my concerns about them being here alone. At least they had something to guard them...

Gladion had to be busy with that stuff for Aether still, I hadn't seen him at all since this morning. I didn't want to disrupt his work, especially if we were going to be leaving within a couple hours... hopefully... so I just texted him the information Steven had shared rather than heading to his room.

M//Hey, Steven's friend agreed to take us to Kanto. He has to fix his plane first though... Shouldn't be much longer

Not expecting a response right away or necessarily at all I set my phone down and plugged it in as I started to scramble together the rest of my stuff. I folded up the map and notes I'd made and put them in an easy to reach spot in my bag. Right next to the new holder I'd clipped in for silvally's ball. I wanted everything important to be easy to reach in a hurry. I grabbed a few other useful items from the house, things I knew wouldn't be missed. Some water bottles, a couple snacks, a handful of bandaids and ointment. I tried imagining the stuff my mom had carried around everywhere when I was younger and basically just recreated that. A 'mom bag' of my own.

Gladion had replied, I really shouldn't have been doubting that he would. He never ignored my texts, at least not anymore.

G//Good to know. G//You should get some rest while we have time, you'll need the energy.

The sentiment was sweet but I doubted I could sleep. Despite my exhaustion, I felt like a ticking time bomb going in slow motion... stuck right at that last second and no one could know what would happen when it hit zero or if it ever would.

M//You should too~ M//Did you even sleep last night?

G//Lol, I did... I'll get more sleep after I'm done with this paperwork.

M//And that will take how much longer?

G//Just another half hour... Don't worry. G//I'll see you soon, Moon, let me know if you need anything at all.

M//Same for you ^^

It wouldn't hurt to try to sleep... even if I felt like I couldn't. I was certain that the minute we got on the plane the exhaustion would hit and there was no possibility of sleeping at that point.

I changed into my most comfortable sweatshirt and sweatpants before flopping into bed, making sure I was ready to jump up and leave the minute I heard the news to go. It took a while of lying there and forcing myself to breathe deeply and keep my eyes shut before all that pent up energy gradually dispersed. My arms and legs got heavy and the sleepiness was uncovered, the sensation lingering over me like a dense fog... yet my mind refused to shut off.

I'd been ignoring everything about my dad for obvious reasons, shoving the thoughts aside every time they popped up. Now that I wasn't moving or distracted by other things, all those concerns swirled and raged in my head. That voice in the cave looping endlessly like a perish song I didn't want to hear. Was it his voice? It had to be. It had already been hard enough to attempt to distance myself from my father. As angry as I was about his choices to see another woman while my mom was away, he was still my dad. We'd been so close before and I'd been so excited to see him again... snipping away all that hadn't been easy to do and had involved many nights of nightmares and a fair amount of privately shed tears. All things I'd sealed up in a mental bottle and hoped had floated far, far away to never be seen again. Now, to find out he may have been tricked into working with this woman, possibly brainwashed into thinking he loved her...? Or none of those things? Well that thought was a whole lot scarier than the others but all of them combined weren't making me feel too well. The bottle had rushed back and crashed over my head to remind me what use to be and all the pain I'd been 'working through' for the past few months.

I wanted to tell mom, felt like she had a right to know what I had thought I'd heard last night... but I feared telling her about it would only make matters worse for her and everyone else. She was going through enough already, attempting to file divorce with someone totally unresponsive... her daughter hours away and in huge danger... She didn't deserve all these issues, and I didn't want to go and say things I wasn't sure about. The worst thing I could do was give her false hope for her shattering marriage to piece back together. I felt terrible, felt responsible for everything happening in both their lives... and to some realistic extent, it was my fault.

My chest seized and some tears pooled on my pillow. That woman wanted to kill the champions, she was after me and if she really was using my dad... then all of this pain was because of me. My Mom losing her husband, my father losing his wife and possibly his independence and sanity... all my fault.

My status as champion was a threat to my loved ones... I hadn't ever thought that was a possibility when I won and repeatedly defended the title. Hadn't considered the danger of it at all. Was the title really worth it? At the moment it didn't feel like it, it felt like an omen... but a tiny, very familiar voice at the back of my head kept saying 'yes, yes, of course it's worth it! It won't be hard forever'.

My stomach churned as the pillow I laid on progressively got damper and damper. All these self-deprecating thoughts swirling until I finally shot upright in the bed and snagged my phone off the table. The time of night shocked me... had I somehow fallen asleep at some point? Or had I really spent the past four hours agonizing over my parents? It'd only felt like an hour at most. My body still ached with exhaustion and my red rimmed eyes felt even heavier than they had before. This needed to stop, I couldn't spend every night struggling to sleep and blaming myself for everything. If I wanted to fix this problem I so thoroughly believed was my fault, I would have to be able to function properly.

I should have been able to handle this emotional crisis alone. Of everything I'd been through thus far, the charizard attacks, the ultra-beast invasion, the island challenges, moving to Alola... A bad train of thought should not have been what was hanging me up so much.... I was a champion after all, even if the title did bring such terrible occurrences... I was among the exclusive group of elites that should be handling the worst of problems.

But it didn't seem to matter, the constant river of salty tears streaming down my face made that obvious... I wanted to say it was my lack of sleep and the late hour that was making me so weak but redirecting the blame didn't help me feel better. I found myself doing the only thing that had seemed to help in these situations and my gaze drifted back down to my phone screen. The lock screen flashed the numbers 12:35 at me in a green font, resembling an alarm clock. Each flash of those numbers felt like a personal attack... like the device was laughing at my inability to sleep. I clicked the button to make it vanish and went straight into my messages.

M//please tell me your awake...

I didn't want to wait for a text back, I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted him to tell me I was overthinking things and wrong to blame myself for everything happening. It didn't matter how many times I tried to tell myself the exact same thing, it was different hearing it from someone I trusted, someone I could look up too and rely on. Not to mention how healing his touch had been last night when I'd felt just as bad, if not worse than I did right now.

I did need the emotional support, why try to work through this alone when I didn't have too...? I had someone who could help me and I needed him now more than I ever had before I left on this stupid trip.

Ten minutes past and I gave up waiting for a response. I carried myself on shaky legs to the door I'd been so afraid of opening earlier today and knocked as loud as I dared too, hoping to not wake up his sister next door. "Gladion?" I called softly.

No response, he was probably asleep. Was this really important enough to wake him up for?

The unsettled feeling in my gut told me it was and I tried the doorknob, unlocked. He had said to let him know if I needed anything and I did... I needed him right now. So I pushed open the door, letting the hinges creak and the dim lighting from the candles in the hallway cast a sliver of light over the bed. He shifted around, the light somehow enough to stir him awake and he sat upright after a moment, swaying a bit. "What...? What's going on...?" His voice was groggy and disoriented.

"It's me." I said at a volume just above a whisper, nervous again. What was I going to say...? How did I explain what was happening?

He rubbed at his face, grumbling. "Moon... Is that guy here...?"

"No!" I said fast, taking a step into the dark room. "No, I'm sorry... I just... I-I." Come on, seriously? You were so confident about coming over here and now you're being all weak about it? How much more pathetic can you be? I felt dumb all over again. "I can't sleep, I can't stop thinking about my parents." I finally forced out sheepishly.

He yawned, and all I could think in that moment was that my concerns were petty enough to be yawned at. Then he said very flatly, "Come here."

"What?" I responded far too quickly.

"Close the door and come here." He said again, sounding slightly irritated.

I did as he asked, shutting the door and carefully stepping across the room with the light of my phone to guide me. Once I was standing next to the bed he grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, throwing me off balance and I crashed into the sheets ungracefully. My phone hit the floor and all the light vanished as he guided me towards the pillows and had me lay down. "Everything will be fine." He grumbled, struggling to speak with a sleep laced brain and dropping down behind me. "Your mom is going to be fine and if your dad is... is involved... then we'll get him out of there." Another yawn escaped him and I felt the air against the back of my neck, sending a rush of goosebumps down my spine.

I couldn't manage to say anything, too shocked by how quickly he'd pulled me down. The silence drove him to speak again.

"Moon..." He said it in a way that was more air than word. "I don't know what you're thinking, but whatever is bothering you...." A pause and he groaned, his next words leading me to believe he'd lost track of his thoughts while speaking. “We're going to fix all of this, I promise."

"What if we can't though?" I muttered. "What if something is wrong with my dad after all of this? What if we can't stop that woman?"

His arm snaked around my waist, making me jump. His skin was burning hot, I could feel it through my shirt and as much of a shock as it was it felt nice. Comforting... those building anxieties crashed down suddenly and a wave of tranquility washed over me as I focused on that warmth.

"We will." Again, his words were more air than anything else and he pulled me closer to him. I could feel his chest against my back, rising and falling steadily in deep breaths and releasing waves of hot air against my neck. Though my heart pounded like a scared pikipek, his thumped calmly and rhythmically against my back.

I couldn't think straight, my whole being had melted into a ball of static electricity that pulsated with each of his exhales. My nerves were shot and everywhere he touched felt four times more sensitive than normal. All I could focus on was his breathing pattern, nothing else. No other thoughts flitted about my mind, there was no space for them. After a few, tense moments like that he leaned his head against the back of mine.

"S'okay?" He sleepily muttered and I interpreted it as him asking if this was okay to which I way to hastily agreed.

His arm tightened around me and I sunk closer to his body again, more of his warmth collapsing around me. "Jus' shove me away if I'm too much."

I didn't shove him away, of course. I made myself comfortable tucked against him like that and after maybe ten minutes of frantic heartbeats and the feeling of electricity hopping across my skin, I managed to completely relax. The calming repetition of his sleeping breaths and steady heartbeat coaxed my frazzled mind and exhausted body to finally shut down for the night. I don't think I'd ever felt as calm as I did nestled up in his arms like that.

Laying there like that I could feel my future stretching before me, after the woman and her machine had been taken down. I could see the champion's room again, my mom smiling at home, Lillie back in Alola with her mom, nights out with friends again, and more nights just like tonight. In that moment it all seemed so sure, like there was no way that future wouldn't come. It was all as mundane as Gladion's tired yawns had been.

#gladion x moon #gladion #gladion fanfic #lonashipping #mahinashipping #pokemon #romance #adventure #Hau x Lillie #through the storm #through the storm chapter twenty four

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