#just look at how logan's hand rubs the part of the case over cap's chest

[mattzerella-sticks]

Wolverine from X-Men: Evolution was a gay man, or at the very least queer. My evidence is as follows:

No defining/memorable romantic relationships with women AT ALL during the show's run. Jean was a teenager, he was an adult, and - unlike the Ultimate X-Men comics which served as inspiration for this series - these two did not have a romantic relationship nor did they have any romantic tension, the relationship between them instead mirroring a brother/sister one. The same can be said about Logan's other high-profile comics romantic interest, Storm, where their relationship was more like siblings as well rather than anything with romantic undertones.

This scene with Captain America -

[gothighunicorntolerance]

At last, my Big Bang fic!

When Roman and his friends go hiking, they expect to see some birds, some lizards, maybe a deer if they were lucky- not a hidden cave with a sleeping person inside, unable to be woken up by anyone. His friends decide to let the sleeping person stay put, but there’s some feeling Roman just can’t shake off. Red chapter one below, and the full fic on AO3, accompanied by amazing art by @littlebigmouse

taglist: @theimprobabledreamersworld @edupunkn00b @ts-storytime

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The tranquility of the forest was quickly interrupted by the banter of several people standing by a parked car, their faces illuminated by the pink-tinted full moon low on the horizon.

“Come at me, Mothman! I have a very juicy ass you would LOVE!”

“Remus, you IDIOT. Mothman lives in West Virginia!”

“Well what about the skunk ape, Virgil? Don't you want to see the Skunk Ape? SKUNK APE! SKUNK APE!” He chanted, his voice echoing in the parking lot.

“Remus, would you shut up?!” Roman shoved his brother. “We are actually going to try and find wildlife like deer and stuff, and that’s not going to happen if you keep shouting for cryptids to fuck you.”

The rest of the group sighed collectively at the antics of the twins, though Roman didn’t pay much attention to his friends’ groaning.

“Anyways,” Roman said louder than necessary. “Logan, you have the compass, right?”

“Of course. I also brought several yards of paracord, just in case. And also cereal bars, batteries, and water.”

“Thank you for being the responsible one,” Roman laughed. “Virgil, it’s your job to make sure that the entire state of Florida doesn’t find out that my brother is a monster fucker.”

Virgil groaned. “You know that’s going to be impossible.”

“Just punch him when you think he’s about to say something stupid.”

“Oh, like this?” Virgil smacked Remus in the arm.

“Ow!” Remus groaned.

“Well, I thought you were about to say something stupid.”

“Can we please just get on with our hiking-adventure-whatever you’re calling it?” Janus spoke up.

“Please.” Logan agreed.

“O-KAY! Into the woods!” Roman sang.

The five hikers walked down the small dirt path, the mud from last night’s storm splashing their ankles. The colors of the sunset were barely visible through the branches of the trees, which cast long shadows onto the ground and Roman still quietly humming all parts of the song by himself.

As Roman’s song ended, trailing off into the instrumental bits, Remus had finally shut up about various cryptids, and the only sounds were the squelching of mud sticking to their shoes and the occasional snap of a stick or crunch of a fallen leaf underfoot.

The May nights were cool and humid, so most days like this, Roman wore cheaper jeans and a hoodie that he was willing to throw away if it got too dirty or torn.

About half an hour into their adventure-hike, Logan silently passed around flashlights to everyone, which Roman gladly accepted. It had gotten dark quickly, to the point where Roman had been barely able to see his feet.

Suddenly, Virgil, who was in front, stopped.

“Deer,” he whispered, aiming his flashlight into the trees.

Roman followed the flashlight beam onto a huge buck, its pelt speckled with mud and antlers extending far beyond its ears.

“The inside spread is over twelve inches,” Logan whispered.

“That’s big, right?” Janus asked.

“Yes, it is. The largest recorded spread in the state of Florida was nineteen and a half inches.”

Roman knew that Remus was about to open his mouth and say something stupid, and apparently, so did Virgil, because Remus groaned again after he was hit in the shoulder, the rest of the group snickering.

The deer eventually ran away, and the group continued on until the dirt path ended.

“Hey, look at this!” Virgil waved the group over to where he was standing, shining his flashlight into a large opening in the side of a rockface.

Roman jogged over and looked into the cave- as far as the flashlight illuminated, he could see moss and other plants clinging to wet stone.

“I haven’t seen this before- I think I’d remember,” Janus commented.

“It must have been uncovered by erosion from the storm last night,” Logan added in.

“Let’s go in!” Roman and Remus said at the same time, grinning at each other. They might not agree on much, but when it came to deciding whether or not to explore a creepy-looking cave, the answer was always going to be yes.

“Don’t you think we should- never mind,” Virgil sighed as the twins started swinging their flashlights across the wet ground of the cave.

“Look at this!” Remus whisper-shouted to Roman, pointing out some kind of slime growing on a rock.

“That is disgusting, put it down or I’m not letting you in the car,” Roman said as Remus began to poke the slime.

Remus stuck his tongue out at his brother but reluctantly stopped poking the unfamiliar growth. Roman turned around to see that the rest of the group had followed them in.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Virgil asked worriedly. “I mean, this cave wasn’t here before, and we might be the first living things to step in here in maybe hundreds of years.”

“And this is how people find monster boyf- OW!” Virgil once again took it upon himself to hit Remus in the arm to stop him from talking about various cryptids in a non-child-friendly manner.

“Caves such as this one are particularly interesting because you never know what you might find- oh, look!” Logan pointed to another small opening at the back of the cave.

“I’m going to crawl through!” Roman declared after the group had spent a minute or so deciding what to do.

Roman got on his hands and knees and started to wedge himself through the opening, quite aware that he would likely have to put his clothes through more than one wash cycle to get the stains out. He bit down on the flashlight, illuminating what was in front of him, but only barely.

When there was finally room for Roman to stand, he turned and called through the opening, “I’m fine! You can come through, it’s safe!”

The second part of the cave was much wider than the first part, and Roman was able to stand without hunching over.

Swinging his flashlight across the ground, Roman suddenly gasped.

There was a man laying on the ground, hands folded across his chest, dressed in- were those robes?

“Guys…? You might want to see this…” Roman called out again, his voice shaking.

“Ro? Are you okay- HOLY SHIT!” Janus crawled through, his eyes wide with disbelief and perhaps a little fear.

Remus and Virgil came through next, Remus uncharacteristically silent, his mouth open in an ‘o.’

Logan was the last to crawl through, and he, like everyone else, stood silent, looking at the figure laying in the center of the cave, arms crossed over their chest and wings spread out- Roman rubbed his eyes. This couldn’t be real- he couldn’t have found some guy in a cave that hadn’t been touched in years!

Maybe they had gotten drunk or something and put on a very realistic-looking cosplay and then ran through the woods? Remus had done odder things, so it couldn’t be completely ruled out.

Janus slowly walked up to the figure, stepping over the silken blue robes and putting his hand on their neck, careful not to knock off the wire framed glasses.

“There’s a pulse, but it’s really faint.” Janus announced to the group. “They’re definitely not dead.” The hikers stepped closer to the sleeping person, forming a circle around them but careful to not touch the giant gray bird wings sprouting from their back. Roman noticed a strand of curly brown hair had fallen into their eyes, and resisted the urge to reach out and tuck the strand of hair behind their ear.

After a moment of silence, Roman spoke up. “Should we… try to wake them up? I mean, what else should we do?”

Roman was careful not to touch the sleeping person. Roman wouldn’t admit it, but he was afraid there would be some kind of horror movie scene- where as soon as he got close enough, they would sit up and try to murder him. Or something like that.

Logan crouched and tapped his phone, and the default alarm sound echoed through the cave. The person didn’t stir.

Virgil stepped up next, unscrewing the cap of his water bottle and pouring the contents onto their face. “Seriously? Nothing?” Virgil muttered.

“Let me try,” Janus said, grabbing the person’s shoulder and shaking them.

“Alright,” Remus said, stepping forward and rolling up his sleeve. He looked up at Roman, grinning, before bringing his arm down to the person’s face and slapping them on the cheek. Roman cringed at the echo it created, but there was still no reaction from them.

“How the fuck did that not work?” Remus stared at the still-sleeping person.

“Heavy sleeper?” Roman suggested.

“Coma?”

“Dead?”

“Are we about to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved?”

“Underlying medical condition?”

“Alright, it’s your turn, Prince Charming. Go do a true love’s kiss on the guy. You never know,” Remus laughed.

“No way! I’m not touching that guy with my finger, let alone my mouth!” Roman protested as Remus tried to drag him over.

Another beat of silence passed before Virgil spoke up. “I think we should leave. This dude’s probably not okay, and I don’t want to have to call the police or paramedics. I don’t want to get involved in anything, whether this guy is just stoned or in a coma or whatever.”

“Yeah.” Roman said after a minute of consideration. “You’re right. I don’t want to get involved. We should just- I dunno, leave the guy here? Maybe check later to see if they’re okay? I mean, they’re not dead.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and soon crawled back out the way they came. Roman exited last, and couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder at the sleeping figure. A small part of him wanted to stay behind, try and wake them up.

But Roman ignored that feeling and left the cave with the rest of his group.

Once the group srood back on the path, all a little shaken or confused from what they had just seen, Roman said, “let’s all just go back home. If we want to, we’ll come back next week or whenever to make sure the guy’s either okay or gone, but for now just leave it alone.”

Roman said the last part for himself, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that he was missing something. He shook his head and followed Logan and Janus, who had already started walking back to the parking lot through the wet grass and still-sticky mud. Even in the dim light, Roman could tell the two of them were holding hands. Roman opened his mouth to tease the two of them but thought better of it. They had all just seen something pretty weird in that cave (Roman was still trying to decide what he really saw), and Logan and Janus hadn’t announced that they were together, probably for the exact reason that Roman would tease them.

Oh well, there would be plenty of moments for teasing later. For now, Roman just focused on dragging his feet along the muddy path back to the car, though he kept glancing over his shoulder. He told himself that it was to keep an eye on Remus and Virgil and make sure they were still behind him, but the nagging feeling that he had forgotten something still lingered.

[a-copper-butterfly]

Battle of the Blades

I did a thing. 

this was inspired by the wonderful @lumosinlove. this is a Coops fic with background Cubs. baciscly Ice Hockey + Figure Skating = profit. im not sure if i will continue this, i have put it under the line as it a little spicy!!!

There is a mark on the ceiling. Remus let the thought float through his mind. It was early in the morning, the open window letting the fresh summer air in as his boyfriend tried to chew a hole in his neck.

Sirius was a comforting weight over his chest as he slowly ground his hips into his abdomen. He wasn’t completely hard, if he was honest, his body was still half asleep. It wasn’t the first time he had woken up with his boyfriend on top of him. It seemed to be part of their daily routine now.

Wake up. Turn off the alarm. Get Sirius off. Shower. Peanut butter on toast. Out the door to practice.

Remus smiled, pulling his hand out of Sirius’ hair. He admired the silver and gold ring on his left hand. Not boyfriend, fiancé.

He gasped when Sirius found that wonderful spot just under his ear, his morning scruff rubbing along his jaw.

With a gentle tug on his hair, Sirius pulled back. Remus gave him a push and Sirius gladly rolled onto his back, pulling Remus with him. He straddled Sirius’ stomach as he leant down, bracing his elbows on either side of his face. He kissed Sirius deeply, taking his time to count all his teeth and stroking his tongue with his own. Sirius’ hands made their way down his back. One reaching down to grab at his ass, while the other traced the three moles that lined his tail bone. The familiarity of the touch made Remus smile, breaking the kiss.

“We have practice.” Remus murmured into Sirius’ mouth, his voice husky. Sirius growled as Remus sucked his earlobe into his mouth, tracing its outline with his tongue. Both Sirius' hands grabbed at his thighs as he rutted up into the crevice of Remus' ass, head turned to the side to give him more access to his neck. Remus ghosted his lips down the strip of sensitive skin. Sirius closed his eyes and sighed waiting for Remus lips to settle on a spot.

Remus grinned and sat up. He patted Sirius on the hip and slid off his lap to get out of bed. Sirius whined again rolling after his deserting fiancé. He ended up spread across their king sized bed like some sort of renaissance painting on the origin of man - all he was lacking was a neatly placed fig leaf.

“Come on get up,” Remus pulled open his wardrobe, picking out clothes for the day. He also pulled out clothes for Sirius too, throwing them on the disgruntled man.

“Mon Loup come back to bed,” Sirius’ use of his deep sexy bed room voice nearly got Remus to crack but after taking a moment to catch his breath, he diligently found clean underwear for both of them, steering clear of grabby hands.

“Nope,” Remus stretched out his back, causing Sirius to make a dog-like noise behind him, “but if you’re quick, you can join me in the shower.” 

He tossed a wink over his shoulder to the other man, who almost injured himself trying to rip the bedsheets off his legs.

 Remus held Sirius’ coffee as he tried to get his kit bag to sit right on his back. They began to walk away from the car, Remus handing the cup over when Sirius had stopped fussing. Kit bag over his back, and one hand holding his drink, the other loosely linked his free hand with Remus’. 

As they made their way to the engraved, Remus noticed there were more reporters outside milling about than normal. Remus took a sip of his coffee as Sirius scanned them in watching the vulchers snapping photos of them.

As Remus laced his skates in the locker room, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He frowned as he looked up, “Coach?”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Oh goodness. What had he done? Coach never pulled him over, he was a model player. Always on time, never late, out on the ice and running drills while the rest of them fought over water bottles.

Remus nodded, following Coach into one of the small meeting rooms just off the side of the rink. Coach dropped into a seat, gesturing for Remus to do the same. He had to focus on his breathing, his mind running through hundreds of reasons why Coach would want to talk to him. They all had similar themes, mainly revolving around the League reconsidering Remus’ place on the team. His PT job had already been filled so that wasn't available for him to go back to. He was going to walk out of this room with no job and no team. His mind was taken back to memories of walking out a similar room years ago after the incident. He felt a pit open in his stomach, his brain starting to white out. It was only when Leo dropped into the chair next to him that he let out the breath he was holding, noticing Finn and Logan messing about by the door. 

It was like whiplash. One moment he was panicking over whether he would have a job at the end of the day. The next Leo was Complaining about having a sore back. Coach sat up in his chair waiting for the last two players to join the meeting. 

“So the lions have been very popular lately.” he said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them with the side of his shirt. 

“Woo Loops!” Finn clapped him on the shoulder. Remus was still reeling so could only give a cracked smile in reply. “Shut up.” Coach called in the tone of someone who was used to being ignored.

So im assuming non of you mutton heads have seem battle of the blades.

“I love that show.” Finn sat up taking interest in the conversation. 

“Why did I know you where going to say that?” Coach muttered to himself. he rubbed his faces before going back to business,

“Look the league has asked that we send some of the team to the show bringing some of this media attention.” He leaned forward on his elbows looking over the four men at the table “We also want to separate you form Siriues.” he paused on Remus looking him in the eye. Remus frowned not really understanding what Coach was saying. Why would they want to separate him and Sirius. Unless they where trying to force them apart,

“What.” he asked, eyes beginning to widen, they couldn't separate them, could they?

“Not like that.” Coach pacified the frantic thoughts bouncing around in his head. He held his hand out in an attempt to calm the ex-PT, “not like that. But you are seen as part of him. You are a brilliant player on your own Remus we just need the public to see you not just The Caps Boyfriend.” 

“Fiancé.” Remus muttered like an after thought as he chewed over what Coach had said. He was still struggling to throw off the hot-guy-on-the-bench name. People did just see him as Sirius’ other half - they had been called up on favouritism more times than he can count. 

“Fiancé, I mean.” Coach corrected himself, watching Remus as he thought.

“Fine.” Remus huffed leaning back in his chair finally shaking the panic off from earlier, “but if you wanted to pull attention away fromyour gay players you could have picked something with less spandex and glitter.” Logan and Finn bursted into giggles as Leo gave him a gentle tap on the arm.

 Sirius glided up to the boards where Remus was pulling his blade covers off his skates. He had finished his warm ups a while ago but was waiting for Remus to get out of his meeting just in case he was needed.

“What was that about Rem?” he asked, letting his skates clunk against the boards. Remus looked over at his fiancé. He opened his mouth to reply, only to be drowned out by the Cubs’ cheers. Finn leaped over the boards, swiftly followed by Leo and Logan.

“WE ARE GOING TO BE ICE DANCERS!” was bellowed across the ice. Coach dropped down on the bench next to the new PT shaking his head; from his expression, Remus could tell he was already regretting his decisions. Finn began to sing a butchered version of “Time Of My Life” from Dirty Dancing, skating about before shouting at Leo to catch him. 

“What he said,” Remus blinked at Sirius.

Coach put an end to the impromptu dance recital with a shout to get back to warm ups. Sirius started practicing controlling the puck as Remus dropped down into his stretches.

After stretching, Remus and Sirius passed the puck between them as they talked.

“Are you going to be in one of those tight leotards Mon Loup?” whispered as he circled around Remus before passing the puck.

“God I hope not.” he muttered taking a shot at the open goal. It went in, of course, and Sirius fetched a new puck.

“You’re no fun, but it will be nice to cheer for you on the other side of the glass for once.” he paused leaning on his stick, “that and everyone can see how good you are on skates.”

“That was what coach said,” Remus watched him tap the puck about, admiring the way he handled it so skillfully.

Sirius paused, looking up at Remus with a frown. “That you look good on skates?”

“No,” he said with a laugh, “that people only see me through you. That I need to make a name for myself outside of our relationship.”

“That is a good point.” they had stopped what they were doing now, just sliding closer on the ice, as if there really was a magnetic pull between them.

“I’m not sure Pads,” Remus murmured, taking hold of one of Sirius' gloved hands, “I will go from the player who is the captain's husband to the player that was on that dancing show once.” Fire danced in Sirius' eyes. A quick tug on the hand and Remus was in his space.

“Say it again.” he ordered, prompting Remus’ eyes to light up like Sirius’.

“The captain's husband,” he whispered as husky as he could, leaning in towards Sirius. 

Before it could get any more heated, though, James zipped by, yelling at them to get a room before they melted the ice.

“As much as I love you saying that, this will give you the spotlight for a bit.” Sirius located the abandoned puck and they went back to passing it to and fro. “Enough time for everyone to fall in love with you like I did.” Remus smiled at his fiancé, watching him shift as he took the shot at the goal.

“You’re such a sap,” he pulled him in quickly for a light peck on the lips.

“I love you,” Sirius said, chasing after more kisses.

“I love you too. But I will love you more if you can do all these drills perfectly.” 

 Sirius’ thighs burned, this was so much better than doing squats. Probably better for you too. It worked more on his quads than his calves. The view wasn’t too bad either.

Remus was flushed down to his nipples; his head was thrown back, showing off a long pale neck that was just begging to be marked. His hips twitched and thrusted when Sirius sank back down onto him. His fiancé was panting hard, elbows digging into the bed as both hands gripped Sirius’. He held on so tight, as if letting go would shatter him into a million pieces.

Sirius gasped, sinking down again onto Remus’ cock. He was leaking like a tap, making a mess of Remus’ lower chest and stomach. Remus flexed his shoulders; the new muscles he had gained during his training made for a lovely sight.

“Are you gonna cum love?” Sirius murmured lowly, prompting Remus to make an incredibly sexual noise. His eyes, blown wide with arousal, caught Sirius’ as he sank down. Sirius gyrated his hips, massaging his prostate slowly. His eyes began to droop but he determinedly held eye contact. Remus just groaned again,“use your words.” Sirius ordered.

“Am I allowed to?” Remus’ voice was by far the sexiest thing Sirius had ever heard. It was deep and husky. He basked in the moment, letting his eyes close as he bobbed up and down. He then looked right back at Remus. 

“You have to make me first,” Sirius smirked but his cockiness was quickly knocked out of him when Remus flipped them over.

Now, with his legs wrapped around Remus' waist, the angle stabbed at his prostate perfectly.

“Yes!” Sirius hissed at the sudden stimulation. Remus pinned his hands above his head as he rocked into him. Sirius‘ eyes rolled to the back of his head as Remus set a punishing pace.

It didn’t take long for both of them to cum after that. They were both reduced to a sweaty, sticky, panting mess. They refused to stop kissing, even as they struggled to catch their breath.

When everything started to get uncomfortable, Remus reluctantly pulled away. He rose on wobbly legs to fetch a washcloth.

“I can't believe you will be gone for two months tommorow.” the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

“It’s six weeks, baby, not eight.” was Remus’ reply. It echoed slightly off the tiled walls. Sirius rolled over onto his stomach, chin pillowed in his hands.

“Feels like eight,” he grumbled. Remus walked back in on more stable legs. The wash cloth was warm as Remus gently swiped over Sirius. He smiled to himself and let his eyes close as his fiancé took care of him.

“It’s not that long.” Remus comforted him, depositing the cloth in the laundry basket and crawling back up the bed. He lay down next to him, pushing a hand through Sirius’ hair. “I will probably be out in the first round anyway, so in reality it will only be two weeks.”

“Don’t put your self down like that,” Sirius snuggled closer, tucking his head against Remus’ neck; he could smell the sex they had just had on his skin. It pleased a possessive part of himself that he didn’t like to think about too much.

“Do you think this is a mistake Pads?” Remus whispered, pulling Sirius closer to him, “if I ask Coach he might be able to get me out of this.”

“Rem, you’re going to be great. My gut says so.” Remus laughed.

“Well as long as your gut says so who am I to question it.” Sirius smiled into his neck, kicking the bed quilt till it covered just their legs; it was too hot to have it over them. He closed his eyes to sleep.

 Remus stood with the three cubs behind him, trying to remember the kisses Sirius had covered him with before he got on the plane. 

They were all in their hockey gear, Logan in all his pads being flanked on both sides by his boys.

To Remus’ left was Ivo Aleksandrov, a player for the Hufflepuff Badgers; he smiled and waved, but mostly kept to himself. He was spinning his stick around absentmindedly, leaning against the wall.

Lyuba Fedoroa was on his right from the Ravenclaw Ravens, her blue uniform picking out her piercing blue eyes. It may be that she was the only girl there but she had a firm air of don’t-touch-me about her. It was a run in with her that made the cubs use Remus as a defensive wall between them.

A scruffy looking guy with headphones and a clipboard was briefing them on what was about to happen.

“So when your name is called, skate to the spot on the ice. Let’s get the crowd hyped, alright? Wave your stick, whatever you want. The presenters are going to chat about you for a bit, then your partner will be called onto the rink. They will do a bit of a show for the audience, then you both skate to center ice. Greet each other and then head over to the presenters who will chat with you a bit. Please for the love of god try not to drop the F bomb.” The man looked like he did this every year and every year he was ignored.

“No swearing? Do you know who we are?!” Finn chucked, getting an elbow from Logan. The man just leveled him with a stare before making a note on his clipboard.

“Well are we ready?” he asked, looking around the group. He was answered with a series of murmured affirmatives before nodding and walking away. He managed to vanish in the mass of cameras and tech crew. Remus turned his attention to the small screen that showed the presenter talking about the last year on the show. showing clips of best bits and biggest falls. It was slightly comforting that falls where expected.

Behind him, he could hear the cubs whispering to each other. Logan seemed a little nervous whereas Finn was practically vibrating out with excitement. Leo was comforting Logan, tapping his glove quietly. They used the excuse that all six of them were crushed together against the boards, to stand close together. Remus, though, noticed that the slight brushes and bumps were not just from the small space. He was glad that the outsiders were on his other side. He was more than a metaphorical wall between their relationship and the outside world at the moment.

The headphones guy was back and standing at the gate to the ices. The high glass walls had been blacked out, to stop people seeing who was about to appear on the ice. It was unnerving being able to smell the cold, feel it on his face and hear the slashing of ice skates but not see the ice at all.

Headphones guy beckoned Ivo over, looking down at his list and saying something to him. He got a nod in response.

The presenters were gearing up to introduce this year’s skaters, so Ivo was probably going first. 

Well, thought Remus, here goes nothing.

Why was he always last? Finn had just skated out to a cheering crowd. He had really riled them up, taking a moment to skate around waving. The presenters had lapped it up, gushing about how adorable he was. Remus could see Finn quickly becoming a crowd favorite. He had met up with his dance partner, a small thing with beautifully dark skin. Her hair was neatly pinned on the top of her head in a bun. She had laughed at Finn’s antics taking his arm and pulling him off the ice to the presenters.

Finally, Headphone guy waved him over. Suddenly Remus felt his heart in his throat. Even stepping back onto the ice for his first game had not scared him as much as having to step out now. He reasoned it could have been that he had the team before. Now he had to do this alone. 

Well he had the cubs. He just had to make it through the next five minutes. 

As Headphones guy gave him a pat on the back, he realized that his name had just been called. He stepped out onto the ice and was instantly blinded. There was a spotlight on him. He pushed away from the boards to the spot that he had been told to stand on. He could hear the crowd, but the bright light meant that he couldn't see them. They cheered and he stood frozen for a moment, then he raised his stick in the air. The only thing he could think of to do. The crowd cheered louder. 

Remus smiled. He could hear the announcer talk him up for a few moments.

“Dancing with Lupin this year is three time Grand Prix Champion, our very own Princess BubbleGum! Nymphadora Tonks!” 

Across the ice the gate opened a flash of pink darted out. Dressed in a grey outfit, a pink haired young lady zipped around in an ark on the ice. As she reached the center of the circle she lifted one leg and moved her other skate in a odd way. Pushing off with one foot she jumped and span getting a roar form the crowed when she landed it. Remus got a good look at her bright mischievous smile. 

Suddenly that smile was skating very quickly towards him. Not knowing what else to do he dropped his stick and caught the tiny skater who laughed loudly at him wrapping her legs around his waist letting go with her arms waving them above her head, forcing Remus to hold her up. She was laughing her head off as he set her back on the ice. Around them the crowed was ecstatic. Smiling as best he could without showing how freaked out he was Remus took Nymphadora arm and they skated towards the presenters.

[sinister-stuff-and-things]

Lone, lone, lonely, chapter 3

A/N: Okay so. I dont know what this is or why it took so long or if anybody even cares anymore, but I’ve had this sitting in my work in progress ordner for... I wanna say over a year? So with the help of my lovely friend @not-safeforsanders and honestly a fucking miracle, I managed to finish it. I know I planned for three more parts to this soooo... see you in two years. Chapter 1  Chapter 2

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Warnings: Its smut. Crying.

They bickered the whole morning, much to Logan's and Virgil's amusement. It felt weird to be the centre of attention, to be the object of desire. He had never thought he could enjoy this so much. 

He ended up choosing Patton for his first 'date'. Simply because they knew each other the longest and because, the day he had planned out for them sounded delightful. 

They would spend the entire time at home, baking pizza together and indulging in some of their favourite movies. It was a slow start, just the right thing to ease him in, unlike Roman's elaborate ideas that just made him nervous, or Virgil's hesitancy to take control. But he didn't outright object to them. He was still looking forward to it, just... not for now. 

The thing with Virgil is, that he would be just as nervous as Logan himself. They would end up just doing nothing and existing quietly alongside each other, which Logan usually adores, but... this was not the point of the experiment. He had to try new things, break out of his routine and that could only happen if he was the one to take the first step. In Virgil's case at least. Logan needed to collect confidence through the other two, he needed someone who could guide him through the experience for now. 

Patton was the perfect choice. 

They decided to do it as soon as possible, neither of them could stand this tension any longer and a sunday seemed to be the perfect day for this kind of date.

It was exactly what Logan needed. Calm, easy and predictable. Patton managed to calm his nerves each and every time with an impossibly silly pun or just a simple smile, his touches staying soft and gentle, almost casual while they danced around each other in the kitchen. 

He knew he could bail out at any second, if he needed to. Just go to his room and the whole thing would be over, no hard feelings, no consequences, no nothing. 

But he also knew, the moment of truth would come eventually. 

This kept the anticipation bubbling in his stomach but thankfully never quite turned into unbearable anxiety. 

After baking the Pizza and cleaning the flour from every surface and themselves, they sat down on the couch to start the first movie. And there they stayed. Just lounging around on the couch, the curly head chasing the physical contact like a dog chasing a treat, but Logan enjoyed it. He was used to Patton needing a lot of affection and finally having someone this close again, made something inside him finally warm up a bit . It felt right. 

They only got up to get drinks and their food or for occasional bathroom breaks but other than that, they stayed linked, at least one body part always touching the other one. Patton's head in Logan's lap, Logan's feet draped over Patton's legs, hands intertwined, arms curled around each other. 

And then realisation struck. 

Halfway through Lilo and Stitch, Logan realised that this, exactly this, was all he had ever wanted. If relationships could be this easy, this natural, he would say yes in a heartbeat. 

The domesticity of it all, that's what got him in the end. 

And then, he was just moving, leaning down and tilting Patton's face upward, connecting their lips in a soft kiss and finding himself never wanting to let go again. 

Kissing Patton was easy, it came natural to him. Lips moving against each other, hands getting lost in hair and soft breaths being shared between kisses. 

Eventually, the smaller one climbed into Logan's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and just pulling him close, letting him brush his fingertips up and down his spine. 

Soon, Patton's lips connected with Logan's sensitive neck, kissing a line up and nipping at his ear. 

“You know... you can always say no but uhm... I would love to move this to the bedroom.” 

Logan nodded. Within barely a second of the offer, he had already agreed and it surprised them both. 

Theoretically, they could just do it right here on the couch. No one was around to disturb them, but it was important to Patton that Logan felt as comfortable as possible and he figured his partner would need a bit of structure to calm his nerves. It would be his first time after all. 

Patton grabbed the others hand and led the way. Still, Logan felt like he should assume the role of the top, the subtle gesture being completely lost on him. 

He took a shaky breath, trying to pull Patton's shirt over his head and overall just being very clumsy with it all. 

Patton giggled and cupped the others face, making his worried eyes look down at him. 

“Lolo... no. Calm down a little, okay? It's all gonna be okay, I promise. Would you mind letting me take the lead tonight? Just so I can show you the ropes. You could just lean back and enjoy the show.”

Truly, a mixed bag, Logan thought before nodding again, not quite trusting his vocal chords at the moment. 

He had to swallow thickly as the, otherwise so innocent boy, pushed him onto the bed, helped him out of his clothes and pulled his own off as well. 

They were only in their boxers now, nothing special. They had seen each other like that before. They had been friends for ages after all. 

What was new, was the massive bulge in Patton's boxers, making Logan stare for an embarrassingly long time. 

Patton just giggled again and eased him onto the mattress, making sure to prop enough pillows under his head. 

“Like what you see?”

It would have been sexy and sophisticated, if he hadn't added that ridiculous eyebrow wiggle. 

Logan coloured significantly and caught himself wanting to get rid of those last layers of fabric as soon as possible. 

“You're- You are- You... fuck. C-can I...?”

Not a very masterful attempt at constructing a question, but Patton still seemed to understand. 

“Yeah... do whatever you want, just... I really want to make you feel good tonight. Will you let me?” 

Logan merely nodded and stretched his hands out, tracing Patton's beautiful shape and only now fully grasping what it all meant. 

Patton was truly adorable. He had, what he himself called 'a cookie dough' body type. Curvy and a little fuller around the belly, hips and thighs. 

And Logan adored it. 

He knew for a fact, that each and every one in their little group of friends, had issues with at least one part of their body. 

But Logan felt as if he was the most boring one. He didn't have Virgil's long, thin limps and edge of his collar and hip bone being so visible against his skin, he didn't have Roman's incredible built, with shoulders like a swimmer and muscles like a warrior and he sure as hell did not have Patton's curves. 

Logan was of average height, had a plain and simple body structure and generally nothing interesting going on for him. 

Patton seemed determined to get rid of each of these negative thoughts single handedly though, seeing how lovingly he let his hands slide over the others chest and hips, how his lips traced the line of Logans collar bone and up his neck, making him shiver.

“Gosh Lolo, I wanna take you apart for hours, just to see that pretty face of yours light up again...”

Logan had to swallow hard, already feeling incredibly impatient, which was very out of character for him, but he might just spontaneously combust if the knot in his stomach got any tighter. He was just too nervous and scared, that it all would turn out to be nothing but a cruel joke. So enjoying the slow pace right now, proved difficult. He wanted to seal the deal already, so he eagerly lifted his hips as Patton hooked his finger under his boxers waistband. 

As his last shield was removed, he realised how incredibly vulnerable and open he was making himself for the world to see. Or well, just Patton in this case. But whats the difference, right? So he wasn't feeling any less scared of rejection. 

“You now, we can always take it slow, right? We don't have to go all the way tonight, I could just-”

“No!” 

Logan flinched at how his voice cracked as he raised it in protest, so he just shook his head to emphasize his point. 

“No I want- I want to go all the way. Please Pat, I can't wait any longer. I'm ready, I promise.”

Patton sighed but smiled softly in response, letting his warm hands soothe along Logan's smooth skin. 

“Okay. But you promise to tell me right away if it gets too much, okay?”

Another nod and finally, Patton's hands were on him again, but this time, less hesitant. They stroked over his chest, teasing his nipples and pushing his legs apart. Logan would have never guessed how sensitive his inner thighs could be. 

He managed to keep his mouth shut, partially to not embarrass himself and partially, because he was just so used to it. But he had a feeling, that his composure would be slowly drained from him, as his breath caught in his throat at the mere sound of a bottle cap popping open. 

He cracked his eyes open to watch Patton spread the sticky liquid on his fingers and even rub them together to warm it up slightly. 

“I know what you're about to ask and yes. Yes I'm ready, Patton.”

The other just looked at him dumbfounded for a second, before breaking out in chuckles. 

“You're so eager, Baby. Can't stand to not be in control, mh? Oh, just you wait, one of those days I'm gonna make you wait for it until this beautiful mind of yours is filled with nothing but want and need.”

Logan outright whimpered at that suggestion, having to swallow hard and close his eyes, needing a moment to calm his nerves. Still, after releasing a shaky breath, he managed to spread his legs a little more, letting skilled fingers circled his hole. 

A wince managed to get past his tightly closed lips, but it soon morphed into a moan. 

Patton's fingers managed to go so much deeper than his own ever could and they weren't all impatient and quick, they built up speed, slowly getting him ready, while pressing all the right buttons. 

In mere minutes, Logan was reduced to a moaning, writhing mess, pushing his hips down, while trying to get Patton's fingers to fuck him faster, to press against that certain spot harder, but the other wouldnt budge, covering him in kisses and compliments, while working him up to three fingers. 

Even though he insisted that he was ready after the second, Patton just shook his head and kissed his lips, knowing full well that he was a lot to take.

It drove Logan crazy. He was so close already, shivering and moaning each time  fingers just so much as brushed against his prostate, but each and every time he thought he might fall over the edge, Patton pulled away, redirecting his approach and working on just stretching the other. 

Logans whole body was tense and his legs were slowly beginning to shake with the effort, making him almost consider throwing in the towel, just so he could finally cum. But then Patton pulled back, pressing a final kiss to his forehead and beginning to rummage in his jeans pockets for the condom that was stored there. 

Logan expected his nerves to come back with a vengeance, but all there was left for him to feel was impatience. 

Seeing the full length of Patton's cock for the first time, made his mouth go dry and a curse slip from his lips. Still, his legs fell open easily, his arms reaching out to pull his lover into a deep kiss. 

Their glasses clanked together awkwardly, but they left them on, neither of them not wanting to be able to see. 

“I'm gonna go slow, okay baby? It might still hurt a bit and I really don't want to make you cry.”

Logan all but scoffed at that thought, definitely not wanting to subject himself to the horrible embarrassment but also truly about to reach his breaking point. 

“Patton, I swear to god, if you go any slower- o-oh...” 

This might be Logan's first time doing it with someone else, but he had extensive experience with his own fingers and toys, so he should have been fine, right? 

Yeah, no. 

There are worlds between that and what was happening in that moment. 

Feeling Patton's body weigh down on him slightly, having his legs stretched out and wrapped around hips, feeling every single inch of the other sliding into him, filling him up to the brim, knocking the breath out of him. 

And then there was that incredible heat, coiling in his stomach, radiating from the others body and filling his lungs. 

At one point, Logan felt like he couldn't take any more, there couldn't possibly be more to take, but alas, he was wrong. 

As Patton finally bottomed out with a soft sigh, Logan felt himself slip into a state of pure sensation, his mind shutting off for good. 

The others slow but steady rolling of his hips, turning into cautious thrusts, had him panting and clinging onto everything he could, letting out little whines of pleasure. 

“Oh Lo... Lolo ah, you feel so perfect... You're perfect, you know that? So smart and beautiful and kind and lovely and you feel so good and I've... oh I've wanted to kiss you for years now. I love you, you know that, right? We all do, Lolo and- oh no...”

And then, Logan did end up crying. His eyes were closed and he felt so full, so warm and so absolutely adored, that it became a bit too much for him. 

The symphony of sensation, the perfect mixture of being held, of having his body gently guided, of being loved and fucked at the same time. It made something break inside of him. 

That seemed to be a good thing though, because Logan found himself clenching his legs around Patton's hips and his arms clinging to the others neck, refusing to let go, not allowing his partner to pull away or end things prematurely.

“Dont. D-dont you dare stop now, Patton. Keep going, I need it, I want it, please just... just keep going?”

It wasn't supposed to sound like a question, but that's how it came out. Unsure and needy and Logan would have been horrified, if he had the capacity to feel anything other than need and love right now. 

Pattton looked momentarily alarmed, before finally being able to shake off his worry, a reassuring smile slipping onto his lips as he cupped Logans face, brushing some of his tears away with his thumb and sealing their lips back into a kiss. 

“I've got you... just hold on to me, okay? I've got you.”

Logan didn't even manage to nod as the other picked up his thrusts again, this time without hesitation. His back was arched up high, his head thrown back and fingers tangled into messy curls. 

His voice was now reaching a volume, he had never imagined possible, all control slipping from him as his moans bounced off the walls and mixed so perfectly with Patton's whispered promises. 

As a warm hand managed to slip in between their bodies and close around Logans neglected cock, it took all but two seconds for him to finally let go. The orgasm ripped out of him so suddenly and forcefully, he saw stars for a few moments. 

Staying awake after that proved to be incredibly difficult and the only thing he could really process was Patton pulling away, just to tug the blankets up around their bodies and cuddling in next to him almost immideatly. 

Despite the incredible calmness Logan was experiencing, his limbs being heavy and sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness, something did bother him. 

“Pat... Patton you didnt...do you want me to uhm... do something?”

Patton laughed gently and shook his head, simply pulling his very sleepy partner into a hug and beginning to play with his hair. 

“Its alright, love. You did wonderfully and as long as you're okay, I don't need you to do anything right now. Maybe another time.”

Yes, Logan thought while finally succumbing to sleep. Definitely another time.

[holyfuckthisfishcandrive]

Netflix and Cuddle

This is not a chapter of the Woethough Au! I just wanted to write some Remile fluff and decided to have it set in the world.

Word count: 1226

Warnings: very brief mention of murder, otherwise pure fluff

Remy spread out the dye, careful to get it everywhere as even as possible.

Emile hummed along to the theme song of the cartoon he had put on, having memorized it already even though they were only at the second episode. In maybe two more he'd sing along, Remy knew.

"Turn your head a little, sugar," he said, guiding Emile in the direction he needed. "Perfect, thanks."

He pressed a quick kiss against Emile's cheek earning a giggle.

"Do you think the pink will look good?" Emile asked.

"Of course it will. Everything looks great on you, babe. Unless maybe if I manage to completely fuck this up."

"I wonder how our fusion will look then," Emile said, pausing the cartoon. "I'm not sure how your green will work with it. The baby blue wasn't as different."

"I bet we'll slay. Maybe we'll just have an entirely new hair colour? Isn't that how most of them work?"

"I think most fusions have some mix of the hair colours of whoever fused."

"Well, either way, we'll look awesome, pumpkin. Could you turn the other way?"

Emile pressed play again and Remy continued his work, occasionally commenting on the show. Back when they had started dating, Emile had sometimes worried Remy would get bored with the cartoons. He still liked to make sure Emile knew this wasn't the case. Never would be.

Who cared if his reputation as a stone cold bitch suffered. He could always just kill someone to get it back. Preferably some bigot or someone who had dared to point out his softness, the only exception being Logan's tiny gremlin.

"So, I think I've got it everywhere," Remy announced and combed through Emile's dye covered hair with one hand, just to make sure, before putting the old shower cap over his head. "I'll set a timer for when you have to wash it out."

"Thanks, babe," Emile smiled at him. "You're the best."

"Nope," Remy pressed a kiss against his cheek, "I think you got me confused with yourself there. And anytime."

Emile chuckled and Remy's heart melted at the sight of his smile, rosy cheeks and scrunched up eyes.

"Fine, but if I'm the best you're a very close second."

"Of course I'm second," Remy grinned. "Otherwise you'd be way out of my league. I'd never have a chance. Not that you aren't already."

Emile caught his lips with his own and Remy closed his eyes, melting into the kiss.

The stench of hair dye was filling up his senses and their noses bumped awkwardly but the feeling of Emile's lips against his was still the most amazing he'd ever felt. How incredible that he got to taste them everyday anew. Could fall in love deeper with every minute.

An alarm started both of them.

Remy checked his phone and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Gotta wash it out now," he said and got up from the couch. "I'll be right back."

"Do you want me to pause so you don't miss anything?"

"Nah, don't worry. You can just tell me what happened or I can rewatch it sometime."

"Okay, then."

Remy strolled into the bathroom and let his pants drop to the floor and taking off the sports bra he had settled on instead of a binder. It was easier to take off without risking getting all the dye on it.

He stepped into the shower and let it run for a moment until it was warm enough.

Emile had bought a new shampoo, that was probably meant for little girls. Remy smelled at it. Something fruity and sweet. He squeezed it onto his hand. Pink and glittery. Why the fuck not?

Being one of the most feared men in the city didn't mean he couldn't sparkle and smell nice.

Logan had proofed the sparkly part just a month ago after he had made the mistake or maybe genuinely brilliant decision to buy the little gremlin some glitter from the crafting store. The trail of glitter falling from his hair and suit hadn't stopped anyone from falling to their knees in terror.

Remy still owed the kid ice cream for it. The news reports had been hilarious.

He stepped out of the shower again and dried himself off.

He wiped the mirror to get a glimpse of his hair. The green had turned out nicely. It was dark and they'd mixed in a little bit of red to desaturate it a bit.

The cartoon was paused when he came back into the living room. The window had been cracked open and the dye stench wasn't as prominent as it had been anymore.

Emile wasn't there.

"Babe?" Remy called into the apartment.

"I'm here!" came the reply from the kitchen. "Do you want some chips too?"

"Sure," Remy settled on the couch again. "Thanks!"

Emile came back with a big bowl and stopped in the doorway.

"That looks amazing!" he marvled.

"You think so?"

"Of course? Aren't you happy with it?" he set down the bowl on the coffee table and settled next to Remy.

"No, I like it. Don't worry. I'm happy you like it too. I think I might do this colour again actually," he gave Emile a few pecks over his cheek, forehead and nose and pulled him closer.

"We can cuddle once I've washed my hair," Emile reminded him.

"Mhm... Fine. So, what did I miss?"

Oh, of course!" Emile began recounting the plot in detail as Remy smiled to himself. The plot wasn't really all that important to him. The look on Emile's face when he talked about it on the other hand... Priceless. "...and this is where I paused."

"Okay," Remy nodded and pressed play.

They got to the end of the episode before Emile's alarm sounded and he got up to shower.

Remy paused to wait for him to come back, missing him and his warm weight against Remy's arm, as soon as he was out of the door.

He listened to the sound of the shower being turned on and Emile singing to himself as he got in.

He picked up the Stitch plushy sitting on the couch.

It was new.

Remy had gotten it from Hot Topic after the old one had disappeared from Emile's office and he had been upset about it. It couldn't quite make up for it but it had made Emile smile so as far as he was concerned it was worth it.

Remy was still trying to find out who of Emile's patients had stolen it even if Emile was sure that nobody had stolen it. That he had simply lost it.

"I'm back!" Emile announced, rubbing his head dry with a towel.

"And? How'd it turn out?"

Emile pulled the towel down and shook his hair out. It was a nice pastel pink. Maybe a little darker than they had intended but still nice and soft.

"Do you like it?" Emile asked.

"Babe, you're beautiful," Remy breathed. "Come here."

Emile sat on his lap and burrowed into his chest. Remy pulled him even closer and pressed kisses over his neck and cheeks.

"How did I find someone as gorgeous and smart and kind as you?" he murmured.

"By being handsome, cool, clever, charming and just all around incredible, maybe?" Emile suggested.

Remy chuckled.

"Oh, hush."

Emile clicked play again.

[callboxkat]

Infinitesimal (part 46)

Author’s note: Hey guys! Thank you for waiting for this part! I hope you like it. :) Also, please remember that if you want to be added or removed from the tag list to send an ask! I don’t always see requests in the notes on the fic.

Warnings: injuries, blood, illness, nausea, death mention, fear, nightmares, non-sexual nudity, food mention, guilt

Word count: 4534

Look for the masterpost in the notes!

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Emile didn’t think he breathed until the human was gone. He hadn’t been able to focus very well on anything that the human said, overcome by fear and the knowledge of how utterly helpless he was. If the human had wanted to hurt him, or Virgil or Patton, Emile wouldn’t have been able to do a thing. For whatever reason, though, he hadn’t. Neither of them had. They had just brought food, and when Emile couldn’t eat that, they had brought him something else instead. They hadn’t even seemed angry or annoyed about it. Emile remembered Patton’s stories of these humans, and how they had treated him fairly well; but no matter how they really acted, Emile couldn’t help the way terror clawed at him as soon as he actually saw them.

Their appearance had been all the more startling since Emile had apparently dozed off at some point; and he had woken up to see one of the humans, standing in the doorway, looking right at him. He would have liked to have more of a warning, at the very least. Although, he hadn’t been able to prepare himself much better the second time, even when he knew one of the humans was on his way. He felt smaller than he ever had before.

At last, though, the littles were alone again, and Emile felt some of the tension ease in his chest. Someone patted his arm reassuringly.

Emile looked down at the bottle cap in his lap. A golden colored liquid was within, along with a spoon. Some crackers sat on a napkin by his left hip.

“Go ahead,” Virgil murmured. “It’s okay. They’re gone.”

Emile swallowed and picked up one of the crackers. The thought of eating the soup didn’t make his stomach turn the way the pasta had, but he still wasn’t sure he could get down very much of it. He would try, though. It would make Virgil and Patton happy, and maybe it would make him feel a bit better. He knew that he should eat, despite the nausea.

Emile dipped one of the crackers in the soup and lifted it to his mouth. His hand trembled slightly as he took a bite. It hurt to open the right side of his mouth too far, but he got a small mouthful of the soggy cracker with a sort of side-bite on the left, and he swallowed it.

The effort was immediately worth it when Emile saw the relieved smile Virgil gave him. His brother glanced over him once more, as if assuring himself that he would be okay, before he started to eat his own meal. He and Patton each scooted slightly away from Emile, probably because they knew the smell of their food bothered him. Emile was torn between wanting them to come back and wanting them to get that smell even further away.

Now that Patton’s and Virgil’s attention wasn’t so squarely on him, Emile couldn’t help but glance down at his right arm. He probably shouldn’t have. He felt sick all over again. It wasn’t as if he could see anything under the bandages, but the sight of those alone, bulky and covering most of his very sore arm, was enough. He tried to move his fingers. They twitched, and his nausea doubled.

Emile looked away and took a couple of deep breaths. He gave his stomach a second to settle before he returned to his soup, managing to finish that first piece of the cracker. After a few minutes, the food seemed to help. It took the edge off of the sick, dizzy feeling that had been plaguing him since he’d woken up.

Patton had finished his own dinner, and Emile watched as he brought his own bottlecap back to the edge of the table.

“Almost done?” he asked Virgil in a whisper once he returned, still standing.

“Yep. Just gimme a minute.”

Patton paused to smile at Emile, then settled back down beside the box. Emile picked up another cracker and dipped it in the soup, then nibbled on the edge of it. He didn’t get much more down before he put the cracker back on the stack next to him.

“Need any help?” Patton asked. “You haven’t eaten much.”

Emile gave him a one-shoulder shrug. He rubbed clumsily at his ear again, wishing that high-pitched whine would stop. What was that? Why didn’t Virgil or Patton seem bothered by it?

“Are the crackers too much? Maybe you could try just some soup,” Patton suggested.

He looked so concerned that Emile sighed and picked up the plastic spoon. The handle was much smaller in his hand than the cracker had been, and much harder to keep a grip on. Before he could even try to use it, the spoon fell from his hand with a small plunk! Emile looked down at it in silence.

“Here,” Patton said. He picked up the spoon and made as if to spoon feed him. Emile put his hand back on the spoon, and Patton paused. With a small nod, he let Emile wrap his hand around the spoon, and Patton instead gently helped him guide it from the bottle cap to his mouth without dropping it this time. Emile could feel his brother’s eyes on them, but Emile didn’t look over.

He didn’t end up finishing his food, but he got down that first piece of cracker, part of the second, and a few more spoonfuls of the soup. For now, that felt like more than enough.

About ten minutes later, well after all of them had finished eating, Emile heard footsteps approaching. He mentally steeled himself. As he expected, one of the humans knocked softly on the door frame. It was the same one who had brought him the soup, the pale one with glasses. Emile was blanking on his name. He knew that he should know that, but he could not remember it for the life of him.

“Hello,” the human said awkwardly, his voice purposefully soft. “Have you all finished eating? May I come in?”

Emile couldn’t help but tense, despite how his sore muscles protested. Virgil took his hand, and Patton put a hand on his shoulder.

“We—we’re done,” Patton said. He looked at Emile. “Is it okay if he comes in?” he asked in a soft voice. “We won’t let him touch you, promise, kiddo. He probably just wants to take the dishes.”

Emile was surprised that he was asked this time, and he appreciated it, but he found that he couldn’t speak. He squeezed Virgil’s hand once.

“Yeah,” Virgil said begrudgingly, seeming to understand. “Get in here.”

The human walked into the room. There was something in his hand, Emile noticed, but he couldn’t tell what. Emile stared at the human’s closed hand mistrustfully.

“I’ve brought a change of bandages, for his arm and his head,” he announced, stopping about a foot from the table. Too close for Emile’s liking. “I assume that the two of you would like to change them, rather than having me do it?” He showed the items in his hand. “Although, I would be happy to, if you would prefer.”

“We can do it,” Virgil said quickly, to Emile’s relief. He didn’t think he could take being in that humans hands.

A chill suddenly went down his spine. A vague memory prodded at his mind, tried to envelop him. He got a vivid image of a bright light, of being turned and inspected by enormous hands. Emile shuddered. Virgil’s hand tightened around his own. Emile tried to focus on that. Was that a memory? Or was he just imagining what might happen? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

All of this was hurting Emile’s already sore head.

The human nodded, set down the supplies at the edge of the table, and collected the three bottle caps that Patton had put there.

“Of course. In that case, please allow me to give you a few pointers,” he said.

The human kept talking for a while, giving instructions for how to change Emile’s bandages, but Emile couldn’t focus much on that. He was getting more and more on edge. He just wanted the human to leave.

Finally, finally, the human left the room.

Patton turned to Virgil and asked, “Arm first?” Virgil nodded, looking reluctant.

Patton got up and walked to where the human had left the supplies. When he returned, his arms laden with bandages and a couple of other items, he sat down at Emile’s right side. Emile tried to turn his head towards him, but still couldn’t see him very well.

“Don’t watch,” Patton said gently. “Look at Virgil, okay?”

Emile swallowed, and turned back to his brother. He felt Patton move his arm slightly and start unwrapping the bandages. He couldn’t help but wince.

“Sorry, sorry,” Patton murmured. He kept going, even more gentle than before.

Emile managed not to make a sound as the bandage came away, but Virgil must have seen his pained expression.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Almost done.”

“Logan said to put this on your arm,” Patton said. “It’s a bit cold, okay?”

Emile nodded, and Patton spread some kind of gel on his upper arm. As he had warned, it was cold. Uncomfortably so, at first; but after a second, it felt kind of nice. Soon Patton was wrapping up his arm again, lightly, and then they were done. With his arm, at least.

Patton reached up towards the bandage on his head, and Emile flinched. “Wait,” he heard himself say. Patton stopped. “Just… wait.” Patton lowered his arms.

“I know it hurts, kiddo,” he said, sounding very sad. “The sooner we do this, though, the sooner it’s done.”

“Please,” Emile asked. Virgil and Patton exchanged a look. He could tell they were upset. Not with him, but with the situation.

“Okay, sweetheart. You just tell me when you’re ready.”

Emile took a moment, taking deep breaths to steady himself. No one said anything. After a couple of uncomfortable minutes, he murmured, “Okay.”

Patton nodded, and he reached up to the bandage on Emile’s head. As he removed it, Emile started to regret the soup.

“You’re doing so good,” Virgil whispered. Emile said nothing. He didn’t feel like he was doing well.

“Almost there,” Patton said. A new bandage was pressed to Emile’s head, which was not an enjoyable experience. “Can you help me with this, Virge?”

One of Virgil’s hands left his arm to help Patton position the bandage, and then Patton moved away.

“All done,” Virgil said. “You okay?”

“Yep,” Emile said, unsure whether or not that was true. He looked down at the blankets lying across his lap. One was dark gray and assuredly not his own, the other sky blue and very familiar, designed with the house from Up.

Virgil followed his gaze. “Patton brought the blanket,” he said. “He thought you’d want something familiar.”

Emile swallowed. If his hand wasn’t already in Virgil’s, he would have fastened it on the blanket.

Patton returned then, settling back on Emile’s left side, next to Virgil.

“Thank you,” Emile murmured. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was thanking them for. For rescuing him? For staying with him? For not being upset that he had messed up so, so badly? For thinking to bring his dumb blanket?

Probably all of the above.

They seemed to understand. Patton got a bit teary eyed, and Virgil had to look away for a moment.

When they composed themselves again, Patton smiled at Emile. “Do you want to do anything before you go to sleep?” he asked. “Do you need anything, or maybe want to play another game?”

“We could finish cleaning you up,” Virgil offered. “That way you won’t look so much like you….” He sighed. “Like you fell in a vacuum bag.”

Emile cracked another smile. That would be nice, he thought. He’d probably be more comfortable if he were clean. His clothes felt a bit itchy. But right then, he really just wanted to sleep. He was tired, physically and mentally. He was nervous, of course, to sleep in a human apartment, but he knew that Patton and Virgil weren’t going anywhere.

“Tomorrow,” he murmured. He adjusted his grip on Virgil’s hand, and he closed his eye. Someone—Patton, he thought—stroked back his hair, and he let the repetitive motion lull him to sleep.

…

When he woke, the room was dark, and it was very quiet. That pesky whine was still there, wherever it was coming from, but it had thankfully faded somewhat. He could also hear steady, deep breaths coming from his right. They whistled slightly with each exhale. It was a familiar breathing pattern, and the sound was soothing.

Emile could see a figure on his left, sitting up, his head down. Dark hair fell into his face, hiding most of it from view, but Emile recognized who it was. Virgil, his brother. Of course he was still sitting at his side, even when he should be resting.

“Virge,” Emile mumbled sleepily. He didn’t get a response, and he pouted at the fact that he hadn’t been heard. He tried to put more strength behind his voice as he repeated, “Virgil.”

Virgil’s head bobbed slightly, and he made a small sound, but he didn’t look up. Emile realized then that his brother had fallen asleep sitting up.

Emile watched him for a few seconds and tried to remember what he’d wanted to tell his brother. Oh, right… he’d wanted to tell him to lie down and rest. But he was already asleep, even if he’d be much more comfortable lying down.

Emile frowned. He had a nagging feeling that Virgil wouldn’t rest if he was told to do so. He should probably just leave him as he was if he wanted Virgil to take a break at all.

With that thought, Emile drifted back to sleep.

…

Patton was shrouded in an oppressive darkness, the only light coming in through the seams of the cardboard box he was firmly trapped inside. It was enough to see by, but only just.

He pressed his hands against the floor of his prison, listening the sound of a large form stalking from one side of the box to the other, the footsteps slow and languid, relaxed as it stalked only a few inches away.

Meanwhile, Patton’s heart was in his throat. Rarely had he been so afraid. His breath came in short gasps, far too loud. Far, far too loud. He was shaking, sitting exactly in the center of the box, trying to stay as far from the walls as he could.

A cackle, further away than the monster stalking the edges of the box, began to sound all around him. It increased in volume until it formed the high-pitched, ear-splitting laughter of Marissa.

“Are you having fun, dolly?” she asked, her voice seeming to come from everywhere at once. “Isn’t this a fun game?” Even above the shrill voice, Patton could hear the footsteps of the beast, going from one side of the box, to the next, to the next. He could hear its menacing breathing. He could hear its sharp claws on the floor, clicking with each slow step. He could sense its desire to drag him out and kill him. He knew that it would be more painful than anything that Marissa had ever done to him, and he knew that it would be slow.

Click… click… click… and silence.

Claws pierced the cardboard in front of him, pinholes of bright light blinding Patton as Marissa laughed. Patton screamed.

He awoke with a start and immediately pressed his hands to his mouth, desperately trying to be quiet. He could still hear Marissa’s laughter, feel the claws and sharp teeth of the cat as they just began to close around him. He shook silently, his hands pressed to his mouth, his eyes wild and staring into the darkness.

…

Virgil lifted his head, blinking blearily. His vision slowly focused on the view in front of him: a hand in his own, the side of a box, his own legs, and his other arm resting in his lap.

Had… had he fallen asleep sitting up?

No.

He hadn’t, had he?

He had.

Virgil looked around the room swiftly, suddenly wide awake. Emile and Patton were still asleep, the room was dark, and there were no humans in sight. Virgil relaxed only minutely. If he had fallen asleep, then something must have woken him. Virgil was unsure of what that something could be.

He looked back to Patton then, and noticed something that he hadn’t in his quick scan of the room. His friend was not, in fact, asleep. His shoulder and hip, all that Virgil could see of his friend from this angle, were shaking almost imperceptibly under the blankets.

“Oh, Patton,” Virgil mouthed, no sound to the words. He knew what had happened.

Virgil reluctantly let go of Emile’s hand—Patton needed him more at this exact second—and moved over to the other side of the box. Patton was lying there, tangled in his blankets, his hands pressed over his mouth. His eyes were wide but unfocused.

“Hey,” Virgil murmured gently, unsure if his friend knew he was there. “Hey, Pat, it’s me.”

Patton shrank back at his voice.

Virgil lay down beside him, keeping a small amount of distance between them. “Patton, it’s Virgil. You’re okay, it was just a dream.”

Patton whimpered.

Virgil reached out slowly and touched his hand, rubbing a gentle circle on its back.

The touch seemed to shock Patton into reality. He jumped slightly, blinking, and then stared at Virgil. His face contorted, his eyes glistening in the dim light.

“Hey,” Virgil said. He kept rubbing a circle into Patton’s hand. “You had a nightmare, but it’s okay. It can’t get you.”

Patton looked around. “Oh—oh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his words jumbling together. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry—oh, no, did I wake Emile? I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry—!”

Virgil cut him off before he could work himself up any more. “No, no, no,” he whispered. “Don’t be sorry. I was already up; you didn’t wake me. And Emile’s still asleep.” Half of that was true, at least. Virgil moved closer and hesitantly put his arm around Patton, unsure if Patton would want a hug at this moment. He needn’t have worried. Patton pushed himself further into the embrace, still trembling.

They stayed like that until Patton’s breathing steadied and he stopped shaking. He didn’t say anything, but Virgil could tell that he was still awake.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he murmured after a while, uncertain.

“No,” Patton mumbled into his shirt.

“Okay.”

Silence stretched between them for several minutes.

“Stay?” Patton asked shyly. Before Virgil could reply, he added. “No, I’m sorry, you should sit with Em—”

“I’ll stay,” Virgil whispered. “He’s asleep right there. He’s not going anywhere. Besides, I care about you too, you know that? You’re important to me, and I want you to be okay, too. You matter just as much as Em.”

Patton sniffled. Neither of them said anything else that night. After a while, Patton’s hold on the back of Virgil’s jacket loosened, and Virgil knew that he had fallen back asleep. He resigned himself to stay there until dawn, to make sure that Patton didn’t have any more nightmares.

…

Emile woke up to daylight. Unfortunately, he was once again confronted with the fact that he had not been dreaming, and that he was in fact in a human apartment, injured and helpless. He was tempted to go right back to sleep, if only to avoid facing the situation.

More fortunately, Emile found that he could open both eyes today. Sort of. The right one barely budged, and he couldn’t really see out of it very well. But he would take any small blessings he could get.

Virgil held his hand, still, and he was talking to somebody. He broke off after a second.

“Hey, Em,” he ventured. “You awake?”

Emile hummed in confirmation.

“It’s just past noon,” Virgil told him. “Do you want something to eat or drink?”

“We’ve got some tea and cereal,” another voice said. Patton, of course, Emile realized. That was who Virgil had been talking to. His tone was hopeful, clearly trying to tempt Emile into eating something.

Emile was a bit hungry, so he had some tea, which was cool and mildly sweet, and some cereal, which was very bland and exactly what his delicate stomach wanted.

While he ate, Patton asked him some questions. Things like where he was, which he was reluctant to answer but did in fact know, who he was, who they were, and how old Emile was. Simple, easy questions. Emile didn’t really understand why they were asking. Patton just said that they were “supposed to”.

A short while passed after the questions stopped, and soon he was relaxing on his blankets again, contemplating going back to sleep. He was still on edge, and he knew he shouldn’t be so willing to sleep where he was, but he was just so tired.

“Do you mind if we clean you up today?” Virgil asked, just before he could drift off. “We talked about it yesterday, remember?”

Emile opened his eyes again and glanced over at his brother. They had talked about that, hadn’t they? He considered for a moment, then nodded.

They had to ask one of the humans for the supplies, which Emile was definitely not happy about; but Virgil promised that it would be quick; and Patton claimed that the humans were nice. Emile was doubtful on both counts, but he let Virgil call for one of the humans anyway.

The tall, pale one with glasses came in. Logan was his name, Emile remembered. He said something to Emile, but he couldn’t have said what. Logan and Patton and Virgil talked briefly, and then he left the room again. Before Emile could properly relax, he returned, this time carrying a teacup and a thin, worn washcloth that he had cut into pieces.

“Hopefully this is acceptable to you,” he was saying. “I have been meaning to dispose of this washcloth, but it should do nicely for this purpose.”

He set down the teacup, the washcloth, and part of a bar of soap, his huge hands getting close enough that Emile could see the fine blond hairs on their backs. He was relieved when the human withdrew them, more so when he left the room altogether.

Patton picked up a piece of the washcloth, and Virgil scooted behind Emile. He heard a rustling sound, and Virgil returned with his knife.

“Can I get that shirt off of you?” he asked.

Emile gave his consent, and Virgil started cutting the string at the seams. A part of Emile was reluctant to see the garment damaged, but he knew that it would be too difficult to try to get off normally with his arm the way it was and with his head feeling like it was overstuffed with cotton.

“The water’s warm, don’t worry,” Patton said softly. He started cleaning off Emile’s chest, and Virgil started on Emile’s unhurt arm. They were both very gentle, and the warm water felt nice on his skin.

He found himself occasionally dozing under their ministrations, but Virgil and Patton didn’t seem to mind. They only disturbed him a couple of times, when they wanted him to sit forwards so that they could clean his back, and when they wanted to ask if it was okay to clean his legs, too.

He felt a lot better when they were done. They dried him off and covered him with blankets, and Emile watched through heavily lidded eyes as Virgil and Patton washed his clothes, in pieces though they were, in the teacup. They both kept glancing his way, as if to make sure he was still there. He understood their worry. He couldn’t help but fear that they would disappear, too.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. Emile was pretty sure he slept through most of it. At one point someone was carding through his hair, and at another someone was talking to him. It didn’t sound important, just a story about dandelions, but Emile did his best to listen.

Later on, he heard Patton and Virgil murmuring to each other. Patton sounded upset, and Virgil was trying to be consoling. It sounded like Patton had had a nightmare. Something about a box, and claws.

“No one will ever put you in a box again,” Virgil was saying adamantly. “I promise.”

Patton mumbled something along the lines of, “You can’t promise that.”

“Sure I can. I just did. I won’t let it happen. I’ll fight them, first. I’m very threatening, you know.”

Patton let out a choked laugh. “I know you are.”

Emile chose that moment to reach out. Virgil blinked as Emile’s hand left his, but neither of them stopped him as he put his hand on Patton’s arm, which was just within his reach.

Patton looked over at him, surprised and guilty. “Sorry, Em,” he said. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Emile said, blinking away sleep. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just had a teensy bad dream last night is all.”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it anymore,” Virgil said. It sounded like it wasn’t the first time he had said it.

“No… it’s okay, kiddo, you’re right. I know it can’t happen again. I know she’s gone.” He swallowed. “I think it’s just… all this.” Patton gestured at the room around them.

“Sorry,” Emile said. It was his fault they were in this mess, after all.

“No, no, no,” Patton said quickly. “I don’t blame you. And don’t you worry about me. You just focus on getting better.”

“I can do both,” Emile murmured. “I’m the oldest. It’s my job to worry about you two.”

Patton smiled and put a hand over Emile’s. “Multitasking, huh?”

“I’m a man of many talents,” Emile promised. He looked around then, more warily. “Where…?”

“They’re not here,” Virgil said. “Logan said they’d be back tonight, around dinner.”

Emile relaxed, reassured by the news.

Patton wiped at his face, then smiled. “So,” he said. “I think there are some sewing supplies over there. Maybe we could fix up your clothes? Or make some that’ll be easier to get off without hurting your arm?”

Emile shifted under the blankets, which were pulled up to his shoulders. “Sure.”

“We’ll let you pick out the colors,” Patton promised. He got up to fetch the supplies.

“Is he okay?” Emile asked, glancing at Virgil.

Virgil hesitated for a fraction of a second. “He’ll be fine. It was just a bad dream.”

Patton had a lot of those, Emile recalled. It must be hard on him, he thought with another twinge of guilt, to be stuck here with humans again.

“I’m sorry,” Emile said again.

Virgil squeezed his hand, not saying anything.

[just-an-anxious-mess]

Two-Faced (Part 2)

Part 1

Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide, self harm, blood, panic attacks, angst

I looked over at Deciet and mumbled "I think he's fallen asleep."

"Well don't wake him, he might bite us if we do." Roman commented from beside me and I shook my head.

"Should we leave him here or try and get him back to his room?" Patton asked and I shrugged.

I turned to Deciet and decided to wake up him up so he could go to his room if he was tired. "Deciet?" I asked and nudged him.

He didn't respond and I narrowed my eyes. He was usually a light sleeper, unless he'd changed so much since we were on good terms that his sleeping situation was different.

I leant over and tapped him and still got no response.

"Deciet! Wake up!" Roman shouted and I jumped in surprise.

"What the hell Roman?" I asked in annoyance and turned to see if Deciet was glaring at him only to find he hadn't woken up.

"Uh guys, not to live up to my name of anxiety or anything but somethings not right here. Deciet used to be a really light sleeper." I said, worried now.

Patton stood up and walked over, having extracted himself from Logan who looked annoyed at having their cuddle interrupted.

"Deciet?" Patton said and gently pushed the snake faced trait and got no response.

I pulled Deciet towards me and his head flopped to the side limply so the non scaled half of his face was now visible.

"Holy shit is that blood?" I exclaimed as I noticed the red trailing down from the corner of Deciets mouth.

Patton gasped and shook Deciet which did nothing but make his head flop uselessly.

Logan quickly went into analysis mode and said "Someone lay him on his side so he doesn't choke on his own blood, I need a little more time to figure out what's happened."

We did as Logan said and backed away as he began to search for the source of the blood.

"He seems to have bitten his tongue but the only possible explanations for that would be something akin to unbearable pain which he was attempting to hide. Obviously whatever caused him to bite his tongue hard enough for it to bleed like this, is also the same thing rendering him unconscious."

Logan pressed his fingers to Deciets neck and his eyes widened, causing me to ask "What is it?"

"His pulse is still there but it's slow and sluggish, not a good sign. My best guess is that he's ingested something he shouldn't have. That would explain the unconsciousness, the presumable pain that caused him to bite through his tongue and his dangerously slow heartbeat."

"He was in the kitchen looking for something to eat when I encountered him earlier, he seemed a bit off and he's been acting slightly differently today." Patton said with his eyes locked onto Deciets still form.

I frowned and tried to recall anything I noticed that could help Logan figure out what was going on.

"As the third film began his eyes looked slightly glazed over and I thought he looked a bit out of it but then he snapped at me." I said, unsure exactly how that could help.

"Patton, go to Deciets room and see if whatever he ingested is in there, Roman go to my room and grab the medical bag from under the desk and Virgil you can help me keep an eye on Deciets pulse." Logan ordered.

The other two ran from the room as I knelt next to the couch where Deciet was and put my fingers against his neck to check his pulse.

There was a slow feeble beat and before I knew it there were tears rolling down my face. I'd hated Deciet for years because of how much he'd messed with my mind and told me the others hated me but, as Deciet himself had pointed out, he was the only person I used to be able to go to.

He was there for me when I had my panic attacks, he explained how things worked in the mindspace when no one else would and he was right when he said I went crawling back to him.

When I decided to duck out I'd gone to Deciet, telling him how he'd been right about the others not accepting me and he'd sighed and given me a hug, telling me that he did try to warn me.

If it hadn't been for the others tripping the alarm I'd set up just in case someone was in my room, I wouldn't have noticed they were in my room. I would have just spent the day with Deciet.

I frowned as I suddenly remembered something. That day when I'd gone to Deciet, I'd found him in the inactive part of Thomas's mind, hence why I stopped effecting Thomas.

The thing was I had no idea why Deciet was in there at the time. He'd seemed tired or something and I was sure I remembered him wincing when I hugged him.

I was drawn out of my thoughts by the sound of feet running into the room.

"He.... He....." Patton panted, waving something around in his hand as he tried to speak.

Logan got to his feet and took the object from Patton with a small frown.

It was as Roman came in that I put everything together and exclaimed "He did it on purpose."

Logan wasted no time in grabbed the medical bag from Roman and grabbing things I had no name for.

I barely paid attention to what he was doing as I struggled to understand why Deciet would do this. He always seemed so unaffected by everything, from Romans insults to when he used to hiss abuse at me.

"If you're squeamish look away." Logan said as he began feeding a strange looking tube thing down Deciets throat. "I'm trying to get the medication out of his system by pumping his stomach, it is not a guaranteed solution as it's usually preferable if this procedure is done within the first 4 hours of a person ingesting something but it's the only option we have."

I got to my feet and turned away, unable to watch what was going on.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, pulling me into someone's chest but for once I didn't resist, instead I slumped into them and sobbed.

A hand was rubbing my back and a quiet voice whispered "It's alright, Logan will save him. Everythings OK."

Roman was trying to make me feel better but I knew everything was far from OK. I didn't say that though, I just continued to sob into his chest.

After a while Logan let out a sigh and I pulled away from Roman to see why.

"I've done all I can, all we can do is wait for him to wake up and see if it's caused any lasting damage."

"How long will it take for him to wake up?" I asked and Logan sent me a sad smile.

"Anywhere between an hour from now or even days. That is if he wakes up at all. There's always the chance I was too late and... We'll just have to see what happens."

Patton, who'd been incredibly quiet the whole time, let out a small sob and whispered "This is my fault. If I'd just picked up on his feelings better I could have stopped this."

Logan pulled Patton in for a hug, trying to comfort him but Patton continued. "I could have done something today, I knew something had changed yet I told myself it was probably not too important. I only ended up talking to him because I couldn't sleep without knowing what had changed. What would have happened if I hadn't?"

I shuddered at that thought, tears running down my face as I looked at Deciets unconscious form. All those times he used to tell me I was unwanted, unloved by the others, it was all just a big front to hide the fact that's how he felt about himself.

I felt helpless knowing I couldn't do anything but wait. I took a deep breath and said "I'll sit with him while you guys sleep, just in case."

"Virgil you need to sleep too." Roman immediately protested and before I could argue back Logan spoke up.

"We'll take it in turns for however many nights it takes for him to either wake up or...." Logan quickly cleared his throat and continued "Virgil can do it tonight if he so wishes."

Roman sighed "Fine, but you have to sleep tomorrow night."

I nodded and sat on the floor next to the couch where Deciet still lay. Logan escorted Patton out, whispering words of what I assumed to be comfort and reassurance.

Roman hovered slightly for a few seconds then shook his head with another sigh and walked out, leaving me all alone with the unconscious form of Deciet.

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[larissaloki]

Walking Avengers 17

the poem at the begining is curtesy to @thoughtfulbreadpolice who gave me permission ages ago to add this in. Hope you guys like this! comments deeply appreciated!

No Dead Nation

No, dead sky

No, dead nation, flies right on by.

No, dead soul

And No, dead don’t care

No Dead Nation

Eats the living and the living eat the soul.

Run through the woods

Past the trees, fallen oaks and vines

Run for freedom, run for sky

No Dead Nation has taken the night.

Sing a lullaby to the grieving

Sing a song to kiss the dead

Sing a song to wave past the living

No Dead Nation to kiss us goodbye.

Run, run, and don’t look back

Dead nation coming

Dead Nation has found the end.

Then tell us in the morning

What the world was like

Only if for a night

Tell Us How;

No Dead Nation has taken the light.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Tony spent two hours grilling Colossus and Yukio; names were finally swapped after an initial freak out; asking them about who they are, how do they know the group that attacked, why would they attack them and what information did Colossus have that he could share?

The information on the attacking group was depressingly little yet alarming, to have such a powerful group that supposedly had control of such a large area, yet was staying well hidden from any passing groups. Tony took a mental note of the leaders name; Francis, the only solid information that Colossus could give him; and tried to think of anyone he could have met in the past, that could fit this mystery before them.

On the verge of pulling strands of his hair out in frustration, Tony kept pulling up blanks in his mind- even Natasha had nothing from her time with shield or Red room that could help. If anyone hated not knowing something, it’s Natasha. She often took pride in having so much knowledge and knowing the important people in life, if Natasha didn’t know everything about you yet, it was only a matter of time before she did.

They could only conclude, that this Francis had to be a new development from either the result of this current world or a new villain that hadn’t had the chance to hit their radar before all this happened. They were going in this essentially blind.

However, they could hazard a guess that the attacking group has possibly got access to labs, as Colossus explained how that before the attackers would only go for the easier ones to kidnap. Using devices they had never seen before to restrain or capture. Stronger ones that could pose to be to dangerous to approach where left alone. Until now.

Seeing as Cap was taken this time- a super soldier beef tank that took down hydra in his prime, was a massive cause for concern. Could they now take on the Nordic Gods? Hulk? Why attack and kidnap and not ask the Avengers to join instead?

To many questions and not enough answers for Tony’s liking at all.

Admitting defeat in chasing info about Francis, Tony turned his attention on Colossus’s own group; it is a relatively big group considering Tony had only seen duos or singular people before now; the group consists of an old man in a wheelchair called Charles, an older teen/young adult called John but went by his super name Pyro. A man called Logan that had helped save Nat’s group earlier, Negasonic, Dopinder and finally an old lady called Al who is blind.

By the time Colossus had finished describing his group, the Avenger’s where reluctantly impressed that they had managed to survive this long considering that most of Colossus’s group had people with many disadvantages. Disadvantages that would normally get either the group or themselves killed early on. They key to them surviving it seemed, was that most had Mutant abilities, giving them an edge to survive.

Tony could see that Bucky; who had yet to leave his side since Nat returned; liked this group, Loki had even given Tony a nod after Colossus had finished talking to indicate that Colossus hadn’t lied to them. Having the god of lies on your side was proving to be handy.

Natasha even vouched for them, as well as Clint when Tony asked him. Calling for a quick group meeting, Wade and Peter playing with Punk in a corner of the “medical” room while the adults talked, Tony asked the group as a whole about what they should do.

“We all heard Metal man and Dollies story, we should discuss as a group what to do from here. Should we trust Colossus and his group?”

Hands squeezing the back of a chair that Loki had claimed, Tony’s knuckles where white from how hard he was gripping the chair. A near futile effort to keep calm and still, when all he wanted was to get in a truck and get Steve right then and now. It took Bucky a few moments out in the hall earlier, telling him; just as much for his own benefit as Tony’s; that they needed to make a plan before running off. Steve would kill them if they ran into this half cocked.

Nearby, Bucky is leaning in the corner right by the kids, in the shadows and the perfect angle to see both the door and window, arms crossed over his chest as he broods. Body rigid and tense with the need to go and look for Steve himself. He hated being idle when someone he cared for was in untold danger.

“I think it would be a good idea to join forces, safety in numbers after all. They have a lot of manpower which would be welcome I’m sure we all agree, I mean it’s not like were hurting for space?” Natasha reasoned, turning her gaze to each member of the room as she talks.

Sam was nodding along with her, perched on a rickety table that’s set against the wall, opposite the bed.

“I think it would be a good idea to bring them in, more people to split into defending this place while also getting Steve back. Hell, we maybe able to save more people out there from hoards, if we have a bigger group. Start a new community, draw other survivors to fight back against the dead”

Well, that certainly was a good argument for allowing the new group to join Tony had to admit.

“Everyone that thinks that we should join forces, raise your hand?”

Practically everyone raised their hand or voiced their agreement verbally, even the kids waved heir hands about. Excited by the prospect of having new people around.

“Daddy, does that mean there will be other kids?” Peter tugged on Tony’s leg, looking up curiously. Smiling down at his son, Tony ran a hand through Peters messy curls causing him to giggle and bat at his fathers hand.

“I’m afraid not sweetheart, but we may find other’s with kids in the future hmm?”

Pouting but pacified by the prospect of eventually seeing other kids, Peter nods and goes back to his game with Wade.

“What shell we do about Steve? We have to come up with a plan as soon as possible, the longer we leave it the more chance of something bad happening…”

Nervously fiddling with his glasses, cleaning them with the hm of his shirt, Bruce finally spoke up. Bringing up the most dreaded conversation that none of them wanted to have but needed to have.

It was Bucky who spoke, face a stone cold mask, voice soft and quiet that only seemed much more foreboding than if he had shouted.

“We should wait til the kids are in bed, and Colossus’s group is here and settled. I think if we all discussed it as one big group, we may have better results. Find out each of their strengths to help us”

“I agree with Bucky, we need to plan this properly or else this could go really wrong”

Tony took in both Bucky’s and Natasha’s advice, nodding slowly as he thought it over, though most of his focus was on the tech that was stored in the room next door. Ideas and plans formulating in his mind on ways to use it all, mentally calculating the parts that each item would have.

“Aye, in all my years as a warrior, it was always better to take a little bit of extra time to properly prepare an attack or course of action, rather than rush in foolishly rush in-“

“Oh please Thor,”

“-and risk more lives…”

Thor glared at Loki who had muttered while he had been talking, not appreciating the jab from the trickster.

Hissing between his teeth as he shifted, Clint rubs at his face tiredly as his body is using all his energy to try and heal faster, his fatigue made worse by the lack of nutrition from being on the run. He s going to need as much rest as possible to heal fast.

“You guys go and arrange that, I’m going to catch a few winks after downing these pain killers. Thank fuc- frick that we raided that medi centre huh?”

Clint quickly trying to censor his swearing when Nat elbowed him subtly, pouting at her, Clint plucked up the pills and some water. Taking the hint, the group file out leaving only Natasha behind to keep watch over him in case.

Sam and Thor deciding to take Colossus and Yukio back to collect their group to bring back, Loki went to sort food, the kids following behind him bugging him to show them (or Wade asking him to teach them some magic, to which Loki scoffed and told him a flat no.) some magic. Leaving Tony, Bruce and Bucky in the corridor.

“Tony? What you hatching in that head of yours?..” Bruce asked tentatively, watching Tony as he goes into the next room, seemingly ignoring the other two. Muttering under his breathe as he moves around the machines.

Confused, the other two trail behind him, curious as to what Tony could possibly be dong.

“Er..Doll? Could you slow down and -why the hell are you ripping that apart?!”

Alarmed, Bucky rushes forward to yank Tony away from one of the monitors that he had started to rip apart.

“The hell James? I’m trying to work here!”

“Would you like to share with the class first?!”

“U-um, guys? Let’s keep it down yeah?...” Both proceeded to ignore Bruce as they bickered.

“I have ideas for weapons and and small traps, I only need around half these machines to make what I need!”

“Warning us would have been nice you little punk! Jesus between you and Steve I’m surprised I’m not entirely grey”

“What the hell does that mean? You haven’t got a single grey yet at all you dick! I’m the one with grey’s!”

“…yeah but you look sexy with the silver streaks”

Grinning unrepentantly in the face of Tony’s sudden silence, face going red from the compliment. It’ been a long while since someone had paid him any compliments on his appearance, having long since passed his prime what with his more squishy body and belly. Lines starting to show on his face.

Spluttering while trying to fight down his blush, Tony squirmed out of Bucky’s grip, straightening his clothes and subtly tugging at the collar of his shirt.

“Shut up and go watch Peter for me? Bruce fancy helping me tear a apart a few mor machines? We need to start preparing for a fight”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Sam and Thor had decided to take the truck with the camper van on the back to collect the group, ironically the same vehicles that they were in that started this. Clint’s dried blood still standing the footwell on the passenger side.

Sam being the only one who can a) drive and b) actually fit in the drivers seat, was the designated driver while Yukio gave him directions. Thor and Colossus sat in the truck bay, keeping a sharp eye out for any more surprise attacks. Inside, Yukio was happily keeping conversation going with Sam as she chatted about her group and her girlfriend Negasonic, whom she loved completely.

Sam was happy for her, to have managed to keep ahold of something so pure in such dark times, Sam was a little envious but mostly, he is happy for her. Everyone needed something good to help them carry on.

“-so I told her, not to put so much rice in the pot, but she did anyway and went off to fix the perimeter while the rest of us was collecting water and such. When she came back the rice had expanded so much that there was a tower of rice coming out of the pot! The lid on top.”

Blinking as Sam tune back into the story, catching the last bit, he snorts in amusement.

“I take it she was taken off cooking duty huh?” Grinning, Sam takes a left that Yukio tells him to take, Yukio giggles nodding in agreement.

“She was, Colossus tried hard to salvage the rice! It wasn’t the best meal but it wasn’t to bad either. Professor Charles since then had taken to doing cooking lessons with her every now and again, hoping to try and avoid that situation again”

Yukio directed him a little way outside of the main town, a small drive that has trees on both sides of the road, leading to a small cottage like building. The darkening sky making the place look more ominous than usual, over grown bushes and plants hid any pathway that would usually be there.

“Here we are!”

“…if we weren’t in a post-apocalyptic world…I’d be scared that you were about to murder me..”

“Serial killers could still be alive you know” Chirping cheerfully, Yukio climbs out of the truck, leaving a suddenly frozen Sam.