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thevindicativevordan · 3 years ago

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I really like this blog, your analysis and ideas for Superman and his characters was great to read! I hope you don't mind, may I ask what do you think about Hank Henshaw? Do you have any ideas for him?

I think he needs to be radically changed in order to keep working, because as of right now his entire character is "hey remember Reign of the Supermen? That was cool amirite?"

Henshaw was created in an era where the editorial mandate was "the only survivor of Krypton is Clark", and that meant Superman didn't have an "evil Superman" counterpart Rogue in the Post Crisis era the way Pre Crisis did. So the writers had to come up with ways to get around that, some of the workarounds I liked such as Bizarro becoming a clone that Lex makes, and some of which were just so goddamn stupid like the Pocket Universe. But all of the Post Crisis evil Superman counterparts got killed off relatively quickly, including both Bizzaro and Zod after they were used.

Henshaw though was in one of the most popular Superman stories of all time, and he was Jurgens baby, so he got to stick around. But he was a character who was created to serve a purpose in that one specific story, and outside of that what does he have to offer? Disguising himself as Clark and setting out to ruin Superman's reputation since Doomsday robbed him of killing Clark was a great motivation, but once Clark returns and exposes him as a fraud, Henshaw just doesn't really have the character potential to justify keeping him around as is.

Henshaw wants to kill Superman. Great! That sums up the complete motivations of 90% of the rest of Superman's Rogues (which is in part why they aren't on the same level as Batman or Spider-Man's). Henshaw is really strong and tough and can hurt Superman with brute force. Again, a lot of Superman Rogues can do that too. Henshaw is an "evil Superman" design wise. Putting aside the multiple evil Supermen we get these days, most of them just variants on "real" Superman gone bad, Zod and Bizarro are better known and more popular. Henshaw can manipulate technology and rebuild himself from anything. Brainiac, Livewire, and Metallo also do that. Henshaw can't die? Well he's eclipsed in that regard by Doomsday.

He's overshadowed in the aspects that most people focus on by multiple other villains, with only his ties to Reign keeping him relevant which is why Jurgens always calls back to that storyline with him. His motivation is just generic revenge which doesn't work because if he has no goal other than killing Superman, all he can do is fail. His name "Cyborg Superman" is dumb because it only works within the context of Reign when people thought he might be the legit Superman reborn. It's just not a particular inspired name for him to keep using anymore.

If it sounds like I'm just ragging on him I totally am. He just doesn't work for me in his current role as 90s nostalgia. But I do have some ideas for how he could be reworked to be better utilized in the modern day.

What I Would Do With Hank Henshaw

So first we need to change a lot about him while still working with what came before. Right off the bat I'm having Henshaw ditch the "Cyborg Superman" name and form, and use that all too brief "data form" he had in Action Comics Rebirth.

That looks cool! Now we need to address Hank's biggest problem: what does he want exactly beyond just killing Superman? What are some goals he can feasibly achieve that make him a compelling threat? They've tried giving him a new motive a couple times, such as making him a nihilist who only wants to die in Sinestro Corps War, but ultimately he needs a reason to keep existing. If he just wants death he can track Doomsday down or throw himself into a black hole. I've got two roads to take Henshaw down, one that's pretty simple but justifies keeping him around as a threat and allows him the ability to maybe "win", the other more complex.

The simple route is that we merge Henshaw with the Metaleks. These guys were an army of xenoforming robots who were sent out by some unknown alien race to transform planets into something that's more to that race's liking.

Their creators are long dead, but the Metaleks continue the task they were built for. Henshaw catches wind of them, decides they'd make for an excellent army to do his bidding in the same way the Manhunters were, and attempts to seize control. Instead he gets absorbed into their collective hive mind, his hatred infecting them until it warps their programming, his malevolent mind guiding them and lending them his intellect. Now the Metaleks are a swarm of locusts, out to cleanse the entire galaxy of all life, with Henshaw as the Metalmind behind it all (yes that is his new name, shut up I'm not getting paid for this). With Clark going cosmic, this makes for a good way to keep the two foes fighting each other. Henshaw doesn't have enough control to make the Metaleks focus solely on killing Superman, but his upgrades and coordination means the Metaleks are a much greater threat to other planets than they were previously. Henshaw can now potentially "win" by cleansing a world of life, something that is going to hurt Clark bad given Clark's entire background, and because anywhere not named Earth gets wrecked all the time.

That's the simplistic route. Upgrades Henshaw as a threat while reducing his motives to "kill everything". The more complex route leans into Henshaw's origins as a Reed Richards expy, by basing him off that other evil Reed Richards:

Jurgens had Superman imprison Henshaw within a fake life with his family and friends who died in the accident that gave him powers. I'd have that fake life knaw at Henshaw until ultimately he realizes that his feud with Superman is a pointless waste of time, and what he really wants is his family back and his status as a respected leader restored. But he's a mass murderer and there's no redemption for him at this point, so Henshaw embarks on a quest to build his own little world for him to rule over.

First he seizes control of the Metaleks as in above, but in this route he manages to bring them under his control, christening himself their Metalmind. With an army of terraforming robots on his side, Henshaw begins terraforming his own world. He also retrieves the corpses of his family who died from their mutations and begins working on resurrecting them. At this stage you can have Henshaw in any number of schemes to acquire the resources or tech he needs to build his own kingdom, or to acquire the bodies.

At the second stage once he's got what he needs, he'll start building. First he revives his family (while ensuring that they will be loyal to him above all else). Then he starts creating his "children":

He's been around long enough to know either Superman or someone else will come after him eventually, and Hank Henshaw is prepared. He creates a race of beings who view him as both father and god, who will give him the adoration he craves and showcase his intellect. At this stage you can have stories involving Henshaw where he dispatches his "children" on missions to prove their worth and test their capabilities. Clark has to find and stop these agents while also trying to figure out where they're coming from.

The final stage is when Henshaw is confident that his forces are powerful enough to take on Superman, and then he does the unthinkable. He petitions the United Planets to join as a member. To Clark's horror they accept, and as the head of a planet Henshaw now enjoys intergalactic diplomatic immunity. His creations are now seeded inside the United Planets itself, and Henshaw can put his efforts wherever he wants. He can run twisted science experiments with his family, be the fist of the United Planets alongside Zod, helping the organization grow in ways Superman would abhor, he can try to kill Superman whenever Clark attempts to block his schemes, with his ability to still wrangle concessions from the UP as a way to keep him from just losing all the time. He can be Clark's Dr. Doom in other words, that long term opponent who is always working an angle, and has an entire nation/world behind him he rules as a god.

To me that's a much more interesting angle than him talking about that one time back in the 90s when he was cool anyway.

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sailor-manga · 5 years ago

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“Pantsu”- a drunk Denki Kaminari drabble.

A/N: Honestly, I really wanted this to go a certain way- But I couldn’t exactly execute it. It’s rather soft, and I don’t like it- But quite a few of you like the other Denki drabbles I’ve wrote so hopefully you guys will enjoy it.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, cross dressing [kind of]

Word count: 1,655

Late nights, you hated them. You wished for once your body would get tired at a decent time but it seemed like it fought more than anything. Lazily tapping away at your laptop, you would have music playing in the background which you idly nodded your head too. Sighing out you would look at the clock that read 3:26am before leaning back and letting out a grumble, was there even a point to try and sleep now? Regardless of when you actually did, you wouldn’t be up until late afternoon.

Rubbing the back of your neck, you’d click the tab that read Facebook to start to scroll through posts, chuckling at a few memes that Kirishima had posted to his feed a few hours ago. Sharing one of the photos, you would write a caption simply labeled “Me af” before hitting sharing to your timeline. That was the only thing that seemed interesting though, unlike you, people seemed to have normal sleep schedules, which kind of sucked, you wished you had an insomnia buddy.

It seemed your wishes were heard, because the loud chime of a Facebook message caused you to jump. Rubbing at your eyes, you’d look down to see it was a message from Denki Kaminari. Now you two have definitely had a history.. You two dated on and off, but due to his busy schedule it just never seemed to work out. You two remained friends though, he was a good guy and you more than understanding when it came to being busy. For a while you couldn’t even sit down for more than thirty minutes without something coming up and you had to go take care of it.

Opening the message, it was barely readable.. A drunken gibberish that you assumed said ‘What are you doing up’ but on the screen it read ‘Wtah ra u dosing up?’. Squinting your eyes a little you would shake your head a little bit.

Y/N: “Can’t sleep, have you been drinking?” -Sent at 3:29am

Denki Kaminari: “haw did you knaw#?” -Sent at 3:31am

Shaking your head some, you would only assume he meant to say ‘how did you know?!’ but you weren’t going to even bother trying to correct him. Closing your laptop, you would grab your phone next to you instead and go to the messages before hitting the call button. It rang for a moment before finally he answered, the sounds of him fumbling with the phone and swearing under his breath before a sigh could be heard “Hello? Y/N?” he chimed in a happy slur.

Smiling to yourself, you’d lean forward “Yes, hey- So why are you up at 3am, more than likely plastered” you’d ask. At first you would hear the male hum, like he was pondering what to say “I’ve had a lot more free time now, and I figured why not” he garbled loudly before clearing his throat “I’ve been thinking.. Would you maybe want to.. I don’t know, come over?” he continued on.

Furrowing your brow some, you’d fight back a smile that wanted to surface. “And why would I do that? Hm?” you teased. A nervous chuckle could be heard from the other side, you could practically feel the other blushing. “W-Well, don’t you miss me? I miss you.. I miss you a lot actually, and I um.. Was hoping we could talk about things too if you came over” relentlessly stuttering the whole time. This made you chuckle out again “I miss you too, Kami.. But are you sure it’s a good idea that I come over when you’re this drunk?” you’d ask.

More silence would follow as he thought about it “Mn, no.. I need you here, besides, I have a special surprise for you” he mumbled, the sound of him dropping the phone and quickly scrambling to pick it up again being heard. Letting out a giggle, you would shake your head some and look over to the car keys that sat on the table. It wouldn’t hurt to go over there right? Denki was harmless, it wasn’t like anything bad was going to happen- Plus he was someone that you trusted.

Letting out a large sigh you would snatch your keys “Fine, I’m on my way- Don’t go passing out on me” you warned before hanging up. Getting up you would walk into your bedroom and slip on a pair of jean shorts and a clean shirt, since you were wearing your ‘lazy’ pj’s. Not suitable to meet up with someone.

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The drive was quick and soon you were at his door and calling him again, your face growing impatient “I swear to god if he passed out on me..” you’d mutter to yourself before finally the male would open the door, his cheeks flushed and body seeming like it was going to topple over. Hanging up the phone you would roll your eyes some and step inside “Jesus, Kami.. You can barely stand” you’d say before closing the door behind you and kicking off your slippers.

The blonde was quick to lean against you, hugging onto your waist with a happy hum “I’m so glad you came.. I missed you so much, Y/N” he mused. Letting out a soft sigh, you would hug him back and keep an arm around him once you were done, helping him back to the sofa to sit down. When you two were sitting though, he didn’t let go of you “Mmn, I missed you so much.. Your smell, your warmth, everything about you” he slurred.

“Denki, we’ve only been split for like.. Two weeks at most” you’d mumble out, patting his head. Denki would quickly nuzzle into your hand before shaking his head dramatically “Two weeks is way too long!! I don’t want to be broken up anymore.. I’m not busy anymore, and even if I get busy again- I’ll make time for you!” he practically yelled in your ear. Placing a hand on his face, you’d push him away lightly “Jesus Kami, don’t need to yell” you’d huff before meeting his half lidded gaze “Listen, you’re drunk right now.. My answer is yes, we can try again- But let’s not finalize anything until tomorrow when you’re sober” you’d say quietly, pressing a hand against his warm cheek.

The male would quickly nod and throw his arms out, hugging onto you tightly “I’m okay with that! I can promise you though, my answer won’t change” he mused happily before pecking your cheek sloppily.

Wrapping your arms around him, you would sigh. You really did like Denki, the reasoning's for your break ups were never malicious or with ill intent, you knew that you two could make it work. Petting his locks back, you would glance down at him. His eyes were closed and he was nuzzled into your shoulder happily “Wake up, Sparky.. You still need to show me the surprise” you huffed, jerking your shoulder slightly to shake his head.

“I- Oh! Sorry, I wasn’t sleeping” he hiccuped before looking at you with a blush “The surprise is in my pants” he admitted, his already flushed cheeks lighting up into a vibrant red. You would just stare at him for a moment, trying to gauge if it was a joke or not, but the look on his face read clear that it was really in his pants. “Here, I’ll do it” he slurred, stumbling to get up and keep his balance.

Watching him fumble with his belt, he would quickly strip it and drop it onto the floor. Biting your lip some, you would lean back and enjoy the show. The way the male was so flustered he couldn’t even look you in the eye, or how his hands were betraying him and giving him nothing but struggle when he tried to unbutton his pants. He seemed to finally get it though, and he would look up at you once more before shrugging his pants down and lifting his shirt up a bit so you could see.

Blinking a few times, you would stare at the males groin covered with a pair of women's yellow lace panties. They fit snugly on his hips and show a very prominent outline of his cock. “Denki..” you’d mutter out “You’ve been.. Wearing panties?” you asked, which caused him to stumble a little, but he was quickly able to catch himself on the arm of the sofa. “E-Ever since you made me wear those clothes.. I can’t help but.. Like them” he muttered out helplessly, which made you smile a bit “That’s adorable” you’d reply moving your head to the side to see how the panties lifted his ass.

“You brought me all the way here, just to show me your.. Panties?” you’d ask with a smirk, only for him to quickly sit down and shake his head “N-No! Well… yeah.. But I also wanted to try and get you back, I know you like this, and I want you to want me” he pouted, which made you lick your lips “Denki.. I liked you even before the women's clothing, yes this is a little bonus, but I wouldn’t dislike you if you didn’t like wearing them” you said patting his cheek with a gentle smile.

Nodding some, the blonde would hug onto you once again and kiss your cheek “Mn..stay the night with me, we can talk more” he slurred.

Rolling your eyes some, you would purse your lips “I think we should wait to talk more, but I will crash here with you” you’d say untangling yourself from his arms and pulling him up, you would wrap an arm around his waist “Let’s go cuddle, okay? We’ll talk in the morning” you would coo sweetly.

Denki nodded and leaned some of his weight on you as you two made your way down the hall.

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hyperactivelittlebee · 5 years ago

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Love Kills (Hermitcraft)

Ships: Iskall x Grian, Mumbo x Grian, Slight hints at Doc x Grian

"Isn't the sunset beautiful Mumbo?"

Mumbo wasn't looking, too focused on the honey blonde boy beside him, "Yea...It's stunning." The redstoner murmured, silently wondering how someone could be so beautiful without knowing it. He tensed as Grian's eyes met his and a laugh bubbled in the brit's throat- contagious and pleasant to his ears, "You're not even looking at the sunset you spoon!" Mumbo smiled softly, "I'm not?"

Grian stopped, looking at him in surprise as his face slowly grew red, "N-no?" The raven-haired male leaned closer, their face's inches apart, "Funny...I could've sworn you were my sunset, Gri~" Their lips connected and Grian's heart was racing in joy as he slowly kissed back.

Their heads bowed, Grian gripped Mumbo's hand tightly. The taller brit was crying silently as they mourned over Iskall's casket.

Nobody had seen it coming. He was just suddenly found dead in Sahara- his own trident stabbed into his chest multiple times. Everyone cried and mourned at the funeral, the atmosphere was dark- hanging heavily over everyone.

Stress balled her eyes out, face tucked in Ren's chest as he rubbed her back comfortingly, hand gently stroking her hair while murmuring words of kindness and mourning. She was understandably traumatized- unable to even look at the casket without breaking down and not able to look at a trident anymore.

Stress had been shopping at Sahara when she realized her boxes kept getting jumbled, her orders not coming in right. When she finally received the box of golden carrots, the brunette grew increasingly concerned to find the shulker box stained with dried darkened blood. She had called Ren to help her investigate the redstone system of Sahara- concerned Iskall or even Mumbo had gotten into an accident.

The lycan acted as a strong support for the younger woman- but the builder could see it in Ren's face. Ren would have been the most torn up. There were semi-dark circles under his already puffy eyes and his jaw was clenched as if he was struggling to swallow his own yearning to break down. Ren was closest to Iskall- closer than Grian and Mumbo- and had been the one to find the body itself.

Grian heard his communicator explode in loud beeps, finally drawing his attention to something other than his hands. He reached out and looked at it, seeing what felt like a million messages from Ren. Renthedog: GRIAN COME TO SAHARA Renthedog: NOW!!! 'Fuck...' Was all Grian could think.

Everyone cried.

Except for Grian. Grian was numb, not knowing how to feel as he saw his friend's body in the casket. He wanted to cry- to scream- to curse out the universe for taking one of his best friends.

But he knew he had no right to do such a thing. It was his fault and only he knew what happened.

Grian rounded the corner, surprised to see Iskall still working on the Sahara Redstone. His shulker full of Redstone supplies was placed nearby while his enchanted trident was propped up against the doorway far out of reach.

"Iskall?" The redstoner jumped, looking at him in shock before relaxing, a soft smile stretching across his face, "Grian...Why are you here so late?"

"I should be asking you the same thing..." The brit walked over, looking over what Iskall was doing, "I'm just correcting a few things before bed to take my mind off...stuff." The blonde looked at his friend, making his way over to the machine and sitting beside him, "Stuff? You wanna talk about it?"

"I'm...not sure I can..."

"Come on Skally- you can trust me..." The cyborg looked at him, unsure before taking a deep breath, "I'm in love with someone..." Grian looked at Iskall in surprise, "You are? That's good!"

"But they are dating someone else."

Grian did a double-take, eyes wide, "Oh...oh Iskall I...I'm sorry..." Iskall chuckled painfully, looking away, "It's fine... I've come to terms with it..."

Silence overtook the pair for a while before Grian spoke up, "Am...I allowed knowing who it is?"

Iskall looked genuinely surprised, blinking twice before he snorted, "I...sure. Take a guess."

"Stress?"

"Nope."

"Ren?"

"Ew, no- Ren is like a brother."

"Doc?"

"Ehhhh would smash, but no."

"Impulse?"

"Still no."

Grian took guess after guess, trying to figure out who Iskall was in love with as the redstoner watched with amusement.

Pain gripped at Grian's heart as he looked down as Iskalls body in the casket. The brunette still had multiple holes in his chest from the trident, his skin pale as a ghost and the blood wiped from his beard. He never wanted to see Iskall like this- He never wanted to see any of the others like this! But Iskall had pushed his luck. Iskall had gone too far and he had to go...

Right?

"That's it. I can't figure out who you're in love with! I just can't!" Iskall barked out a laugh as he hooked an arm around Grian's shoulder's, "Seriously?!" Grian groaned, leaning into Iskall's chest, "No! I've guessed everyone on the server- who could it be you Swedish meatball?!" The Swede slowly calmed down from his laughing fit, before looking at Grian with adoration in his eyes, face flushed and a cheeky grin on his face, "Gri..."

"What?" Grian pouted, looking up at the other male. Iskall reached and cupped his cheek, getting closer, "I'm in love with you, you absolute spoon." Before Grian could protest, Iskall pulled him into a kiss, his lips warm against his own but just not feeling right.

Anger bubbled in Grian's chest. He could understand a confession- but why the hell was Iskall kissing him? The swede knew he was dating Mumbo- he even acknowledged it moments ago so what the hell was he doing? Grian's hand felt around, finding his trident and gripping it tightly...

Grian ran his fingers over the holes in Iskall's chest. Iskall had deserved a more heroic death than this- but fate had always been cruel.

"I'm...going to gather more flowers to plant..." Mumbo whispered to him softly, kissing his cheek before walking away.

Doc walked over, putting a hand on Grian's back, "I know...this must be really rough on you and Mumbo- you three were close."

'I thought we were...' Grian wanted to reply, but he simply responded, "I just...can't believe he's gone. He...he didn't deserve this..."

"Do you have any idea what- or who could've done this." Grian went cold, hands gripping the pickaxe in his hands.

"No...I-i have no idea...." The brit wanted to throw up due to his own words- his own lies clawing at his throat as his stomach twisted in knots.

It happened so fast- the trident stabbing into Iskall's chest, the crunch of his ribcage, the scream that ripped from his throat. Grian felt the warm blood splatter all over him, the trident brought down on Iskall once, twice, three times and it just didn't stop- each of his screams slowly growing weaker. His pleas fell on deaf ears, rage-fueled grunts and the sound of the trident slicing in and out of Iskalls chest slowly becoming the only noise in the dead of night.

Blood was splattered all over the glass wall of Sahara and all over the Redstone machine, the dark red substance sprayed across Grian- on his face, in his hair, seeping into his sweater...

Grian felt sick to his stomach as tears fell, guilt eating him up inside. Doc noticed immediately, the creeper instantly feeling guilty, "Shit- I'm sorry Gri, Come here..." He pulled Grian into a hug and Grian wrapped his arms around his waist. It had all happened so fast- he couldn't stop it.

Guilt chewed at Grian, knawing and pounding at his brain as he cried into Doc's shoulder, shaking. Despite it being thoroughly washed out, he could still feel like blood sticking on him, and Iskall’s cries echoing in his ears and it was killing him inside.

Peck peck pecking at his brain- never-ceasing, never leaving, a constant mantra of screams as a voice different from his own hissed, "It's your fault, the blood is on your hands- if they only knew what had happened they would never forgive you! YOU ARE A MONSTER-"

The quiet rumble in Doc's chest brought Grian back and he gazed over his shoulder, eyes locking with the other hermits- their gazes sending him sympathy he didn't feel- no- He knew he didn't deserve. The builder wanted to pull away and scream- shout and cry to them what had happened. That it was his fault Iskall was dead.

But no-one would understand. They would all turn their backs to him in anger and he'd be banned from the server.

'Doc would understand.' A tiny voice inside Grian whispered, barely heard over the mantra of screams, 'Tell Doc. Doc is a rational person, he'll understand...'

But this wasn't a rational matter. His actions that night were not rational- that night in itself wasn't rational.

'Who care's? You need to get it out while you still can- who cares if they kick you- Just tell him' Grian opened his mouth to speak, slowly letting his tongue unravel to get the words out.

He never got the chance though, as Doc pulled away and a strong hand was put on Grian's shoulder. Grian looked back, seeing Mumbo there with a saddened look, "Me and Grian should get going- He really doesn't need to see the body anymore and seems to look a bit sick...I don't feel good looking at it either..." The tongue knotted in his mouth again as Grian passively nodded, leaning into Mumbos warmth instinctively.

Mumbo...Mumbo was safety. Mumbo was warmth. He could trust Mumbo...

Could he trust him more than Doc though?

The creeper nodded in understanding, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Grian's head before hugging Mumbo and walking away. Grian almost screamed for him not to go, but he bit his tongue to hold back.

As they started to walk before Grian was stopped short by Keralis. He chatted with him as casually as possible, exchanging grief and good memories of Iskall before he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten its grip. Grian felt his stomach drop, feeling bile rise in his throat as something just suddenly felt off. In reality, something had felt off for a while now- It had felt like Grian was missing something, some piece of a puzzle, some gap in his memory that his mind had been blocking out.

It had happened so fast. The sound of Iskall's trident scrapping the wall as it was picked up just as Grian tore away from the Swede. The trident being plunged into Iskall’s chest and the brunette was thrown on his back to the floor, blood splattering on Grian.

The Brit gazed down with wide eyes watching from the depths of his mind as the trident was brought up and down onto Iskall. He felt tears slip down his cheeks and a cry escape his lips as Iskall reached for him- begging for him to stop and give him the help that Grian was too transfixed to give.

Slowly, the motions slowed down- Iskall having been dead for quite a few moments now. Grian broke out of his trance and he let out a terrified scream at the scene before him- scrambling off the chair and away from the body till his back was against Sahara window, sobbing as he curled into a ball, the blood sticky on his face.

When Keralis finished talking to him, the two left the building while Grian still feeling weak to the stomach. They turned the corner before Grian suddenly stopped, "Gri?" The Redstoner looked to Grian as he pulled away, running to the bushes before collapsing and puking what little he had in his stomach. The memory played in his head again and Grian gasped, standing up in alarm feeling his veins run with ice as there was a loud scream tore through the air.

Someone else was next.

He shot up and ran to the sound, running through the shopping district before entering the stock exchange.

Doc laid dead, his own sword stabbed through his back and blood pouring onto the floor with a shadowed figure looming over his body. The figure chuckled in sinister delight as it slowly stood, leaving the sword embedded in Doc's back.

The figure turned to him and smiled.

His coal-black eyes filled with murderous delight, blood splattered on his suit and face.

The fake tears Mumbo had shed to cover his tracks were gone, his pupils blown wide.

"Grian...~"

The memory played in his mind once more.

He felt familiar arms around him as a deep, soft tone hummed into his ear and he gasped softly, "M-Mumbo?" He looked up, hoping to find his boyfriend looking down at him.

Through his blur of a memory, he saw his boyfriend looking at him with a furrowed brow- looking like a parent scolding their child, "Grian...What did you do..."

Grian followed Mumbo’s eyes as he looked at Iskalls body and he choked out a sob once more, "I-i didn't mean to Mumbly please-!" Grian pleaded, and Mumbo pulled him closer, rubbing his back, "Shhh...it's okay love..."

Something wasn't right. Grian couldn't understand what it was but it was just...something. He felt Mumbos hand leave his back and despite the pounding pain in his head Grian dug deeper in his memory, straining to make the moment's before clearer.

A soft voice tisked in a way that sent fear through Grian, "See? Look what you did Grian. See what happens when you do stuff like this? You snap." The voice was familiar as it hissed as him lowly as it was surprisingly close now, "This is your fault, right Gri?"

He looked up at the voice, the face a blur and his heart-stopping.

The stranger looked at him with blood splattered all over him, an affectionate yet crazed smile and bloody murder in his coal-black eyes. The blood obviously wasn't his.

It was Iskall's.

Grian wanted to run- to scream and find someone to help him. Yet, as this stranger kissed him, it felt so familiar, loving and warm that he couldn't bring himself to do much other than lean into it. Unlike when Iskall kissed him, this felt right. This made him warm inside despite his terrified state. When the stranger pulled away, he helped Grian stand. The builder was faced with Iskalls body, the trident sticking out from his chest and a petrified look on his face.

"Let's go get you cleaned up. While you look fantastic splattered in blood- I'm sure the others won't think the same. I can't believe how foolish you are sometimes..." The stranger hummed softly, looking at Iskall’s body with a disgusted face before looking at him, smiling lovingly and kissing him once more with a dark, murderous look in his eyes, "What a mess you made...you murderer."

The blonde fell to his knees, yelling out, "Why?!" His voice cracked.

Mumbo only sighed like a disappointed parent, "He was trying to take you away from me and you were acting like an idiot to it, love." Grian winced at the chill in Mumbo's voice, watching as the redstoner approached him and crouched down.

"It's your fault Gri. He died because of your foolishness- just like Iskall." Soft fingers curled around his chin and yanked his face to make him look at him- a sick, twisted grin on his features, "But it's alright. I still love you none-the-less." He pulled him into a kiss slowly and softly.

It should have sickened him- tasting the metallic tang of Docs blood on Mumbos lips and seeing the murderous glint in his eyes.

Yet despite it all...

Grian felt warm and safe just as he had before he knew.

So once more, he forgave Mumbo. He put on a blindfold, he blamed himself, and he let himself forget.

For he was too foolish and love-drunk to do otherwise. @gridoc There ya go

#grumbo #gridoc #griskall #major character death #gore #yandere #hermitshipping

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timextoxhajima · 4 years ago

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fic writer tag ^^

tagged by: @haechanhues and @sankyeom <3

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

bts w1 and exo are the only two groups i wrote for before that i don't write for now heh

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

tbz, skz, enha, atz, occasionally txt, day6 and nct

3. how long have you been writing?

i used to draw my own comics and write them do those count lol i started at like 8 or 9 i believe. my teacher found out and she wrote it into my report book at the end of the year and said i was creative lmao

4. on which platforms do you post your stories

i have a bunch of published work on aff and a bts fic hit 600 subscribers so that was fun. definitely not tumblr.

5. what is your favorite genre to write?

slowburn angst is my fav. i think i have some magic talent for writing a slowburn romance that ends up in flames HAHAHHA i mean, as exhibited in hostis and lmll, though the endings are vastly different

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

depends. for hostis i was a pantser LMAO i wrote and published it as and when i liked to. i could post a chapter without having begun on the next and somehow I'll still get it out in the next 4 days.

for lmll i finished it WAY before hand and by the time i published c15 i was already done with the epilogue.

for my other non-series pieces i just think of a plot that i buy and i can see in my head then i throw in a song or a playlist to guide the vibes of the fic before i start

7. one-shot or multi-chapter?

ok i personally LOVE writing multi-chapter because it helps with building suspense and keeping readers waiting for the next chapter etc, and i have more time to plan/more opportunities to make time gaps or time jumps without making it awkward. like i don't think i could've written lmll which had a plot timeline of about 4 months in 1 chapter.

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

i think if it fits the vibes and gets the accurate idea out then all's good

9. what is your longest published story?

no clue. it's either hostis or lmll because they were both 20 chapters. i have a w1 fic that crossed 10 chapters, an nct fic that crossed 190 pages on word doc (in which idk how many words that is), a few bts fics that are also of comparative length. honestly idk lol.

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

i really love writing fantasy honestly and slowburn angst honestly. i grew up watching stuff like winx club, teen titans, harry potter as well as horror movies like IT. my dad and i are also avid watchers of the dc/marvel franchise and I'm lowkey obsessed with the idea of people having powers and abilities so this explains works like atlantean, siren, the sinister seven, the enigmatic eleven. i loved working on spiderman juyeon.

i loved writing lmll too (over hostis WOOPS) because i just bought their relationship so much more than the one in hostis WOOPS X2 and i was particularly proud of myself for making my readers sob in the last 3 chapters of lmll. some of them cry around the mid point too because that's when my tsundere oc starts opening up :")

11. favorite request you’ve written and why?

this one.

would you believe me if i said i didn't know what to write right off the bat LMAO but it ended up being one of those fics that i go back to to read the tags in the rbs and the feedback

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

a lot of angst. unrequited love that's later being reciprocated. wanting to protect someone. the knawing feeling of knowing that you're about to lose someone but you can't do anything about it. obligations in career. mismatched long term goals between couples.

now that's written it down somewhere i feel like I'm giving myself a shot in the head LMAO FK THAT'S LITERALLY ME NAUURRR

13. current number of wips?

i can't even count because i don't actually know which ones I'm gonna actually work on

14. three things you have noticed about your writing?

i include actions a lot within dialogues, i find it more natural to do that since you're not a statue while speaking

i use a lot of one-word descriptives when there's like a scare scene or like a revelation. like 'blink.' 'turn.' 'he stops.'

if i want to make my readers cry, i just need some good music choices to drive my motivations.

15. a quote you like from a published story?

uh... no clue. i feel like my quotes work best given the context like- when jang won says 'love me a little less' in lmll, which is also the title, and you'll find out why she says it later on.

16. a quote from an unpublished story?

"i can't hurt you. even if i wanted to, i can't, and i won't."

[you'll need context for this quote to hit more but I'm not releasing this one any time soon]

17. space for you to say something to your readers~~

i am so so so lucky to have you take the time and effort to read my works <3 my inbox is always open for you to chat with and i won't say much here because i interact with enough of you to know that i must've done something extraordinary to receive such warm and enthusiastic responses. <3

tagging: @bbangsoonie @youshineshine @starlightjoong @yeongwvnhi @ateez-elena

#do it only if you want to #!!

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mooncleo · 4 years ago

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and we recover slowly, my love, but surely

Fandom: Harry Potter

Main Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

Description: Ron, Harry, and Hermione live together after the war. It seems like the logical choice, and the next step into comfortable domesticity seems logical as well. They learn and they love and they heal and cope and live and it’s beautiful and painful and perfect.

Words: 6,893

Edited: Literally not at all sorry guys

Author’s Note: Good morning to everyone who did not ask!!! I’m gonna double post my fic for all of my two followers, whom I love and cherish very much 🥰🥰

I honestly was not expecting this fic to end up being ot3, that kinda took me by surprise. So did my 2k turning into almost 7k, that was a little bit of fun.

I’m going to try to put in a read more, if I fail PLEASE tell me I don’t want anyone to have to scroll through everything.

Read it on Ao3 here.

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It was the cool quiet of the evenings that kept him from even entertaining the thought of returning to London. Nights at the Dursley’s had never been this calm, always filled with Aunt Petunia or Vernon’s yelling, Dudley’s taunts, or the rumbling of an empty stomach, sent to bed without a bite of the dinner that he helped to cook.

He never went to bed hungry anymore. It was one of his triggers, they found out one night when he’d spent all day working on one of his projects and forgotten to eat- laying in the dark with his stomach beginning to knaw on itself in protest had sent him spiralling nearly into a fully blown panic attack. The Dursley’s had fucked him up, for sure.

It was not long that they’d been living together in their little cottage that Harry made a joke about cupboards and beds. It was bound to come up eventually, but he had hoped, somehow, to put the ensuing conversation off forever.

Before they had even gotten into details, Hermione’s eyes had started to water in a way that made him, quite frankly, uncomfortable. “All these years, and we never even knew? You’ve gone home to them every summer! I knew they didn’t feed you very well, but God, Harry. I didn’t think it was this bad."

He could tell that Ron felt the same way, but he’d never been particularly good at expressing it. Instead, Harry got twice the usual serving at dinner, and Ron’s grip was tight around him when they settled down to watch a movie later.

The next day at breakfast, Hermione brought it up again. She’d started by trying to convince him to file a court case against them.

"It’s a serious case of child abuse, Harry. They were horrible to you, and they shouldn’t be able to get away with it.” That argument had not gone down well, as Harry had first denied that there was any child abuse involved, however horrible they’d been, and then added on that he had no idea where they’d ended up after the war. He also didn’t really ever want to see them again, though he left that part out. He had a feeling it might not help his case.

“Well, you should at least go to therapy. It might help you process what they put you through.” She held up a finger when she saw him going to argue and said, “Listen, even if you don’t think the Dursley’s abused you, I still think you should go to therapy. Don’t pretend you haven’t stopped sleeping because of the nightmares, Harry Potter, so help me God. I know what you look like when you’re well-rested and this isn’t it. Those bags under your eyes could carry our groceries. Actually, I think we should all go. It’s not as though you’re the only one who went through a year on the run in addition to all the other fun trauma that comes with war."

Ron was a little confused about what therapy was until they explained the concept to him and he shouted out, "Mind healers! Oh! Yeah, we have those.” This, thankfully, saved them from the ordeal of finding an either muggleborn or squib therapist so that they could talk about magic without being declared properly insane.

Harry had been apprehensive about going to anyone who could claim to fix his mental issues- in part because he was half in denial about those mental issues to begin with. Yes, he had trouble sleeping most nights because of nightmares. Yes, he felt guilty about every single death that had happened during the war. Yes, the Dursley’s had treated him horribly for all of his life. But everyone had nightmares because of the war, those deaths really were his fault because they were all fighting for him, and the Dursley’s just hadn’t liked him that much on account of his parents. The hate was mutual, after all.

It only took one session with his mind healer, Gertha, for him to begin to open up to the idea that maybe he was a little bit misguided. Gertha was an 80 year old witch with gray hair just beginning to pepper her bun, and she took no shit. Her age had given her the grace of being willing to properly fight him when he started to go into a spiral, and she had a dry wit that he appreciated. Halfway through the first time they met, he’d started talking about the war and how it was his fault. Her eagle-eyed stare had stopped him in his tracks, and he’d asked, “What?"

"Boy, you are taking on far too much responsibility here. You think all those people died just for you? You think the war wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been around? No! Voldemort was coming back, with or without you- he would have found a way. And just because you were the face of the war, that does not make you the war. A rallying point does not control those who gather around it, it simply exists as a marker, a way to say ‘we are here.’ Those people did not die just for you, you hear me? They were going to fight either way. People don’t like to lay down and give up when their loves and lives are threatened."

At the time, he hadn’t believed a word she’d said, but he liked the way she said it. It wasn’t quite scolding, more disbelieving than anything else. She also had said that Voldemort was coming back with or without him, even without knowing about the horcruxes. He liked her wit and the easy way she had handled his self-pity. She reminded him a bit of Professor McGonagall, and that in and of itself was a recommendation to him.

He went back the next week, because she had told him to and he liked her. He felt lucky that he found someone he liked right away, because both Ron and Hermione didn’t like the first Healers they talked to. Hermione had not liked the bright, peppy young witch who was apparently entirely too optimistic. "Her office was covered in little paper flowers, as though she didn’t deal with grown adults. As soon as I mentioned the war she started patronising about how she felt there surely must have been a better option than fighting, like maybe talking. First of all, did she do literally any research before I walked into the room? Honestly, what if I had been just a mite more fragile? Or Harry?"

"Hey! I resemble that remark!” A pillow found its way through the air in the direction of his face.

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m ranting. Anyway, she was absolutely insane. 'Why did they have to fight?’ Because when another wizard throws a curse at you, you aren’t gonna just fucking stand there and take it! Good God, woman. I don’t know where she was during the war, but she clearly wasn’t paying any kind of attention to Britain. How did she even get her Healer’s license? Ridiculous.” Hermione took an angry sip of her tea and she and Harry both looked to Ron.

“Yeah, mine wasn’t as bad as all that. I just didn’t really think he had the type of vibe I’m looking for. Kinda reminded me of my dad, actually. Not really what I wanted.” After sympathetic nods from the other two, Ron turned towards the TV. “What are we planning on tonight?"

"Right! I forgot completely. The Princess Bride! The librarian was raving about it when I was checking it out, so hopefully it’ll be good.” As Ron was raised in a wizarding household, Harry hadn’t really had much of a childhood by way of movies, and Hermione’s parents had been very strict, the three of them had decided to work their way through iconic muggle films that they’d missed over the years. They’d all liked The Breakfast Club the week before, though they were postponing Star Wars from two weeks ago until they could get through the fight scenes without having semi-simultaneous panic attacks.

The Princess Bride was a hit, and Hermione liked it enough that she put the VHS on her to-buy list. They wanted to build up their own collection of movies that they liked for rewatching purposes. Hermione had argued that going to the Blockbuster and renting a movie was much more cost effective that just buying all of them outright, since they were trying to get through at least a movie a week. The boys had decided not to argue, as she tended to be right about most things (and was also managing their finances).

Three weeks later, Ron had found a mind healer he liked, and Hermione was still stuck. Ron never said much about the therapy sessions he went to, while Hermione preferred to rant after hers. “God, it’s like he wasn’t even listening! There has to be at least one healer out there that I can actually talk to with a modicum of intelligence."

Ron and Harry traded glances. Harry’s look was quizzical, Ron’s was certain. It seemed that Harry would be the one to say it, then. ”'Mione, do you think that there’s a chance that maybe you’re having trouble finding a therapist because you don’t want to give any of them the chance to help?“

She was quiet for a moment. "I mean. I had considered it, but. Well. None of them- well. I suppose I may not have been entirely fair with all them. Although I stand by everything I’ve said."

"Everything you’ve said? Your main complaint about the last one was that she wore a cardigan instead of doing warming charms on herself. You may want to rethink that, love.” Ron’s tone was gentle and amused. It was a good thing, because Harry was fairly certain she’d have bitten his head off if it’d been anything but.

“Oh. Yes, well. Maybe a tad.” She coloured as she admitted it, and then added, “It was a truly hideous cardigan, though."

"And warming charms are a rather simple.” Harry mimicked the arch way that Hermione said things of people she looked down on, a voice that only those close to her ever really got to hear. She never mocked people in polite company, but both Ron and Harry knew that she could be properly vicious when she felt like putting in effort. Ron laughed, and then Hermione did too, a second later. They descended into giggles for a few moments before subsiding.

“Really, though. Your main complaints about her were her clothing, and not the soundness of her advice. Maybe try a second session with her, and see if it was a one off? If the only thing you could come up with was an ugly sweater then she must have been rather on the nose about everything else."

"Hmmm. Maybe. She did seem reasonably intelligent, actually."

The matter was concluded for the night, and they all went off to bed. After a night of rest, Hermione felt comfortable admitting that, looking back, it was rather obvious that she had been searching for faults as an excuse not to have to be vulnerable around people she didn’t know very well.

The solution to this, according to her mind healer, would be to get to know each other before starting. Hermione raved about how intelligent the woman was when she got home, and Ron and Harry once again traded glances. They didn’t say anything, but they were glad to have been able to help her find someone she actually liked. Neither was surprised that she was happy so quickly. It had been clear to them, before, that she was searching for faults.

Their lives went on. Tuesdays became therapy days, and they’d all go out for ice cream afterwards. Eventually, Harry and Hermione ended up back in the workforce. Ron decided to stay home and take care of the house. (He referred to the two of them as his sugar parents, an idea that deeply offended Hermione. Harry thought it was hilarious.)

Harry had toyed with the idea of going on to become an auror like he’d thought he wanted when he was 15. It did not take him very long to decide that he’d only really come up with the idea in the first place because he’d supposed that his life’s purpose was fighting Voldemort, and the aurors could have given him a leg up in that. With as long as it had taken him to accept that his life had meaning beyond fighting and defeating a dark lord, he wasn’t going to give that up now.

They ended up spending the entire evening brainstorming when he brought up wanting to get a job. Even if he was never going to be an auror, he was still starting to get restless with all the free time they’d accrued living off the map together.

"You could be a- a- um, fuck, what’re they called. Bus driver!! That’s a job.” Hermione, rather drunk on her fourth glass of wine, had taken to suggesting whatever came to mind.

“I don’t drive, I’m gay."

"Mmmm, you’re just as bi as the rest of us, darling. I bet we could figure it out. Actually, you know what, we should probably get a car.” She was starting to light up the way she did when she had a goal, and Ron groaned loudly.

“God, I forgot we never even learned to drive. Do we have to? I can apparate half-decently, and so can Harry. We could just practice and then not drive."

At Hermione’s put-out look, Harry interjected. "I’ll put bus driver on the list, but I don’t know that we need to drive. Where are we going? Half the shit we eat we grow ourselves."

"That’s right! It’s sus- sustains- no, oh my god, I’m drunk- sustainsabilities. Fuck, I can’t speak. Sustainabilities. Yup, it’s sustainable! We’re helping the environment.” Hermione had, at some point during their conversation, migrated sideways so that she was leaning almost entirely on Harry.

“'Mione, you have to move. You gotta- lean on Ron, I have to pee.” She snorted and nuzzled slightly further into his chest.

“Hmmm, you do that."

A few seconds later, there were snores coming from her frame, and Harry looked over at Ron, who was shaking with silent laughter. "Don’t laugh, I have to pee! Help me move her."

Harry pushed at Hermione’s shoulder, and she flopped a little bit onto the back of the couch. Ron doubled over in another round of giggles, and Harry hissed, "Ron, I swear to god- if I start laughing I’m gonna piss! You gotta- oh my god- help!"

At this point, Harry had started laughing and tried to slip out from under his girlfriend. Instead of quietly moving her without waking her, she fell and glanced her head off the arm of the couch. A brief moment of panic ensued, in which Harry and Ron both tried to check on her at once, and only succeeded in bonking their heads together.

Ron was gasping through peals of laughter as he grabbed onto Harry to avoid falling off the couch. "Oh- oh shit, oh fuck, oh my god. Is- is she- fuck- is she okay? Harry, you fucking idiot, check her head."

"She’s fine, dipshit. Fuck, that could have been so bad, shit.” Harry had sobered for the moment that it took to remember the diagnostic spell to make sure that Hermione was actually okay, and upon confirmation he sank back into the humor of the situation.

“Goddamnit, I can’t believe that happened. Good god.” He wiped his eyes and then got up to actually use the bathroom.

“Don’t get a concussion in there, Harry, the last thing we need is two of them.” Ron called after him, and he responded with a one fingered salute in the general direction of his boyfriend. He heard Ron’s collapse against the couch as he closed the bathroom door.

It was as he was staring at the green tiling on the bathroom floor that he found himself reflecting on the fact that if that had happened a few months ago, it would have gone much worse. Any injuries sustained by the three of them were largely blind territory that brought back horrible memories for the worst of the months after the war. It was remarkable that they could laugh through it, now.

When he came out to stick his still slightly damp hands under Ron’s jumper, he found Ron and Hermione curled up together, softly snoring. He smiled and climbed onto their couch next to them, levitating a blanket over the three of them as he went. It was a good night.

The next morning, he woke up first. They’d ended up tangled closer together in sleep, but he was still on the edge and managed to slip out to start breakfast and find the paracetamol for the three of them.

Breakfast was quieter than usual, with lots of gestures and grunts when someone wanted something. Wine hangovers were no joke. Later in the day, they went out to the garden together to weed, and Hermione suggested gardening as a potential profession. Harry vetoed, with the reasoning that he got to do it enough at home.

Ron bounced off that logic to suggest Quidditch, and they had the first of what would end up as their two final options. The other was working as a professor, which Harry took a full week to warm up to the idea of.

“I don’t know, becoming a professor seems like kind of a big deal. First of all, you’re shaping students’ whole lives, and second of all wouldn’t I need, like, higher education?"

"Oooh, good point, actually. I believe you would need to get a mastery in the subject that you want to teach, which you can obtain by apprenticing under an expert in the field. I think that was in Hogwarts: A History? It might have come from somewhere else, I’m not sure. As for the other thing, I’ve seen you with kids, Harry. You’re brilliant. I don’t know that you even really need to worry about that quarter."

"Mate, it might be good for you to get a mastery, actually. They usually discuss them with seventh years at Hogwarts, so I don’t really know much about them. Charlie’s was how he got started in Romania, actually."

"Huh. That makes a lot of sense, actually. I always wondered if wizards had an equivalent to college, but I was a bit busy worrying about the dark wizard trying to kill me for most of my life, so I never got the chance to look it up.” Harry had actually considered asking McGonagall about it during his consultation on his future, but they’d started talking about Defense Against the Dark Arts exams before he could mention it.

“Harry, you should write McGonagall about it. She’s always looking for new teachers, and even if you don’t end up wanting to do it, she can give you advice on how to start looking for a mastery, which you’ll pretty much need for most jobs, anyway."

With that, they’d settled the matter. He wrote to McGonagall, and she replied promptly with an invitation to her office to discuss it in person.

McGonagall had taken Dumbldore’s old office. Harry had known that she would, as Headmistress, but it still shocked him a little to see the space decorated so differently. Minerva McGonagall was a practical woman, and as such had no need for random devices scattered about the room. He walls were lined with shelves full of books of many kinds, and her fire was roaring. She and Harry sat across from each other in matching armchairs that Harry swore must have had some kind of charm on them, because they were the most comfortable chairs he’d ever sat in.

"Professor-” Harry started, and then stopped. He wasn’t quite certain how to go about this meeting, on unfamiliar territory. She wasn’t quite his teacher anymore, and he didn’t know how to approach that.

“You can call me Minerva, Harry. You are no longer my student.” The way she said it was not unkind, but he still felt lightly chastised. “I believe you wanted to discuss how to proceed in finding a career in the wizarding world?"

"Um. Yes. Well. Minerva- hmmm, yeah that tastes strange. Minerva, I’ve been thinking that it would be a good idea to get myself back out into the world, starting with a job. Ron, Hermione, and I have been fine in our cottage, but sometimes it- I just feel like it’s time. I’m getting a bit restless, I think."

Minerva looked amused at his rambling. "I know how that feels. Did you know that after Elphinstone and I got married, I took a break from teaching?"

"Really?” Harry was genuinely surprised, because he couldn’t really imagine Minerva as a house wife.

“Yes, really. I took a year off to take care of our home and try my hand at being a stay at home wife. A year was about all I could stand, honestly. I ended up going back to teaching the following September, I was lucky enough that Albus had been unable to fill my position beyond a temporary professor. I loved our house and I loved spending time with my husband, but I found it difficult to be alone all day and trying to productively fill my days. I also missed my students with no small amount of fierceness."

"I definitely know how that feels. We have plenty of things to do but it’s so easy to get distracted without the structure of school."

"Hmm. Speaking of which, how much do you know about masteries, Harry? I know that you and your peers all missed our usual talks about them, but you are also living with one Hermione Granger, who I am sure knows a fair amount about them through the pure virtue of planning three years ahead at least at all times."

Minerva said it with humor and fondness in her voice, and Harry chuckled. "You’re not wrong. I know that it’s a bit like muggle college, and that it’s essentially an apprenticeship? I am a little bit confused about what one would do if they got to their mastery and found out that they’d picked something that they actually don’t like as much as they thought they did- for muggles they would just change their major, but if you’re working with one specific person because of their expertise in the subject that you’ve chosen, what do you do?"

"That’s a good point. Most students have at least an idea of what they want to do based on what classes they liked while they were in school, but many don’t. Towards the end of seventh year, we allow students to start trying out different concentrations. Many will start to work with teachers in subjects that they like to see if they like the subject as much as they think they do. If we don’t have anyone specializing in the subject that they are thinking of, we can, more often than not, find someone who is willing to allow them to tail their work for a week or so to see if that’s something they like. We encourage students to look into at least three different masteries so that they can fully explore their options. This helps most students decide where they’ll end up, but even if you get to where you want to be and then decide that it actually isn’t for you, it’s not nearly as difficult to try something new as it would seem."

"Good lord, that it a lot of information.” Minerva tilted her head slightly in acknowledgement. “So, if I start where I am now, without any weeks of tailing anyone and a bit beyond graduation, what do I do?"

"Well, I might suggest taking remedial courses for the year that you missed, to start. It might help some with the boredom that you were talking about earlier, and you are a bright young man. I have no doubt that you will find you can complete the courses in far less time than it would take you to complete a full school year. We thought about offering students an option to complete an extra 'eighth’ year, but ultimately decided to keep Hogwarts at its usual seven years, and instead look into alternate options for them to finish. That September, most of our older students weren’t ready to return to the school anyway. War takes its tolls."

"Isn’t that just ridiculously true? We were all wrecks for months, rather a bit. In the end Hermione pushed us to start going to therapy, and that helped loads. As for the completing the courses, I think that’s a good idea- I could probably do them with Hermione and Ron, Hermione’s been trying to figure out the logistics of finishing seventh year since it occurred to her that we never did, nevermind the fact that she’s performing spells of that level since fifth year."

"I’ve been trying to remember that that is a letter I need to send out to everyone, though I keep forgetting. Even this far down the line, we’re still working through castle repairs and damages. There is always so much to do… well, that’s no excuse for slacking, regardless. I’ll have to add it to the list."

She pulled out a piece of parchment from seemingly nowhere, and began to write on it with a quill also pulled from the ether.

Harry was deservedly very impressed. "That was awesome, professor- what spell was that?"

"I am no longer your professor, Harry. That is a useful little spell Filius taught me… "

Their visit went on, with Minerva imparting far too much wisdom for Harry to ever be able to remember it all. They discussed a wide variety of topics, and McGonagall seriously considered all of the options that he had looked into, and was a particular fan of the quidditch idea. "Even if you don’t end up doing it as a career, it’s an excellent way to stay in shape. Far too many of my students simply stop playing when they decide on an office job, such a shame, and so much wasted potential as well."

That particular comment sparked a long discussion about the merits of playing quidditch recreationally, which led to them talking about the professor’s league at the school. Harry was shocked that he hadn’t known about it as a student, had never heard it mentioned, and Minerva laughed at him for it. Apparently there were many secrets of the staff and school that students didn’t know about.

When he left with several biscuits tucked away in a container for travel to bring to Ron and Hermione, he felt better. He was almost entirely decided on what to do for his apprenticeship, and he had a solid plan for his next few years. After the uncertainty of being on the run for a year combined with the certainty that he wouldn’t live past 17, it felt good to know what he was going to do, and additionally know that it had nothing to do with dark wizards. It was rare for him to be anything resembling normal.

Ron and Hermione listened animatedly to his recollection of the meeting. Hermione was especially delighted to find that they’d have a way to complete their schooling, while Ron was relieved that it was from home. "Gotta be honest, I don’t want to go back to Hogwarts. It’s lovely, and in a special way it will always be home, but I think there are a tad too many memories lurking around corners for me to be completely comfortable there ever again."

Harry nodded, though he wasn’t entirely certain he agreed. It was something he’d not considered, the memories contained within the school’s walls. Hogwarts was his home, and it likely would always be in his mind, the first place that he ever truly felt comfortable. But with how bad his PTSD had been, and still was on occasion, would he be able to live there? Walk its halls the way he had as a child? He wasn’t sure.

They started their schooling a month, later, when it became widely available. The three of them were in some of the same core classes, as they’d always been, but they were all taking different paths and therefore most of the time they spent with papers spread out around them at the dinner table that they never ate at were for actual working, not talking.

Ron was taking only what interested him, just enough courses to be able to get his degree. He tended to finish his work before the other three, and would go kiss the top of their heads as he got up to go start dinner. Hermione had taken as many courses as she could fit, as always. It was almost worse than third year, because the courses weren’t held in person. She had taken that to mean that if she could find the time for it in her personal schedule, she could fit it in.

Ron and Harry had talked her down from taking all available courses. She’d ended up with a fairly large courseload regardless, but that was to be expected.

Harry was, as ever, in the middle. He found himself with a courseload he was happy with, a few extra classes that he thought could be interesting, but not so many that he was constantly doing work. That worked out well for him, because he’d taken an herbology elective having to do with the growing of potions ingredients in the wild. It turned out that understanding the ingredients in a deeper sense than just their names was immensely helpful for potions. He’d never been doing better in a potions class without cheating, and he’d also begun to actually understand some of the notes Snape had left in the margins of the stolen book.

They got through their class work and watched movies and made tea and went for walks and before they knew it, the holiday season was upon them. Their classes all had breaks for Christmas, and they took full advantage of that time.

"What d'you think we should get Molly this year?” Harry through the question out from his position on the couch, draped across Ron and Hermione’s laps.

“That’s gotta be some sign of adulthood, having to give your parents Christmas gifts.” Ron’s fingers paused their carding through his hair as he digested the question, and then he resumed. “I bet she’d like some of that cleaner we saw the other day, the one that changes scent."

"Oooooh, good point. I was thinking maybe some new knitting patterns, actually- I found a bunch in the clearance section in the bookshop we went to the other day.” Hermione started diligently scribbling on the parchment in front of her under the “parents” section of her well-organized christmas shopping/gift ideas list. She turned to her boys to say something more, but as she opened her mouth the tinny sound o a timer going off filled the room “That;s your turn done then, Harry. Scoot."

"Awww, but I’m so comfortable, 'Mione.” Harry pleaded to Hermione’s uncaring eyes as he heaved himself upwards out of Ron’s lap. Ron scooted down the couch to take Hermione’s place as she laid down to replace Harry.

“Mhmmm. Well, it’s my turn to be comfortable.” Harry’s fingers found their way to her hair as her quill and parchment floated in the air by her head. “Alright, where was I? Okay. Ummmm, right! Under Molly, I want: "knitting needles, pattern books, and scent changing cleaning spray."

The quill started scratching across the page as Hermione explained, "The other day over tea she mentioned to me that she hadn’t a good way to organize her needles, and usually has so many projects going that half the time she doesn’t know which ones are already in use and which aren’t. I think we should get her a new set so that she can have doubles AND an organizing system. I’m sure if we look hard enough we can find a case that has an extension charm on it, or we can do one ourselves."

Ron looked down at Hermione with a smile on his face. "Brilliant. Alright, who’s next?"

Harry glanced at the parchment hanging in the air to see which space was blank. "Looks like we don’t have anything for Ginny, which should be easy enough. She was complaining about her broom the other day, but I know she likes the model too well to want a new one. I was thinking a broom servicing kit?”

The evening went on like that, and they eventually had at least a rough sketch of what they would be looking for when they went out to do Christmas shopping. They found a fair amount of the things actually on the list, and were able to get suitable substitutes where they couldn’t.

Their Christmas plans were this: they spent Christmas Eve at Hermione’s aunt’s house. She explained to them that her mother’s siblings had a rotation going, and that next year the three of them would likely be required to come to her parents’ aid with hosting. Her family was surprisingly large, and she told them that they tended not to gather for anything other than holidays. She never talked about them because there weren’t any other wizards in the family.

They found out that this was not actually true on Christmas Eve, when Ron walked in on one of the cousins changing her kid’s diaper with a spell. It was a rather awkward conversation, while Ron tried to explain that he was a wizard and she tried to obliviate him. Eventually, the truth came out: her cousins were American, and hadn’t been particularly affected by the war. They, in all honesty, had been remarking to each other all night that Harry looked oddly familiar to them, but had been unable to parse out exactly what it was.

They ended up setting up a lunch date for all of them for later that week before they apparated back to Minnesota. The cousins were very excited to find that there was another wizard in the family, and Hermione was similarly vibrating.

“I can’t believe, all this time, and I didn’t even know! I knew it would make sense that some of my relatives would be magical, but I didn’t think it would actually happen. I obviously wasn’t going to sniff around and risk them finding out just to see if they really were muggles or not. Oh my goodness, this is amazing. I wonder what schooling looks like in America? I mean, I know the basic principles, of course, but I would love specifics. It’s such a big country, and Ilvermorny is the main school that we hear of, but I’m certain they wouldn’t have travelled that far just for school, that doesn’t make sense, does it?"

”'Mione, we’re having lunch with them later this week. I’m sure they’ll be happy enough to answer your questions. We certainly don’t know the answers.“

Ron nodded as he hoisted the backpack holding their gifts in it higher on his shoulders. They were walking to the closest apparition point. According to Harry, who was using google maps, they were about 5 minutes away.

"Turn left here. For tonight we should just focus on trying to get ourselves home, I think. Did we end up finishing the wrapping for tomorrow?"

"Oh shit, I forgot, actually. We ran out of wrapping paper. We only have a few left, but still. Should we find a Tesco and stop in? It’s not too late, is it?"

"They’re open til 10.” Ron stopped walking for a moment to consult his watch on the time, which read out 9:37 p.m.

“Alright, let’s go then."

The tesco had one roll of wrapping paper with lumberjack Santa Claus’s dancing across it with axes. They were not literally dancing of course- there was a Tesco in London with a wizard section where they might have found something similar, but they hadn’t the time to go to it.

The next day, George refolded his "hot santa claus” wrapping paper into a hat and wore it all through dinner. Molly was too happy that he was smiling to scold him about it, although she did have to excuse herself at one point. When Harry came in to check on her, she was crying lightly into a handkerchief.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, dear. I’ll be alright- he just- oh, for the love of- he looks very much like his brother.” She blew her nose and took a deep breath. A weak smile graced her face as she looked up at Harry. “It’s hard, still. It’s been getting better, but- well, I didn’t think they could even survive without each other. I used to look at the two of them, always together, always finishing each other’s sentences, and think, god, they’re just like my brother’s, and oh, thank goodness they’ll never have to be apart. I just- I just wish I’d been right.” Her voice broke a little bit on the last word, and she started dabbing at her eyes again.

“I know. I remember in school, they were always together. No one thought they should ever be apart, but. I don’t know. George is doing- not well, but- he’s surviving. That’s all we can ask of him. That’s all we can ask of any of us, really. I think he’s being happy in Fred’s memory, instead of in spite of it, you know?"

"Oh, I know, dear, I know. It’s just difficult. I’ll get over myself, I just needed a moment. I love seeing him smile again, it’s like Fred’s back, just for a little. Fetch me a glass of water?"

Harry nodded and swiftly vacated the room. Even after all his therapy, he was still shit with emotions. He found Arthur and informed him of the situation, sending him back to his wife with the water she requested. He knew that was the right decision when he saw Molly again, tears dried, laughing at something Arthur was saying. Her arm was laced through his, a glass of wine in her hand as she leaned against him on the couch.

He took a minute to reflect that he rarely saw Molly so relaxed, and especially not since the war. He was glad that they’d healed enough at this point that they could, at the very least, enjoy Christmas. His musing were interrupted when Ron came up to him from behind and hugged him. "We’re going to play pick-up, you’re on my team. Ginny’s pissed about it, come on."

He turned into his boyfriend with a smile on his face and give him a peck. "Excellent, let’s go crush her."

Ginny, who was training to be a professional quidditch player, soundly kicked their asses. George and Bill helped too.

As punishment for losing, Ron, Harry, and Charlie went skinny dipping into the pond on the property, but ended up just getting everyone else wet until they all went swimming together, whooping and laughing.

It was a good night, and Harry woke up sandwiched between Ron and Hermione. He was content to lay there and wait for them to wake up, listening to their breathing and looking at the rise and fall of their chests. They were here, and they’d made it through- he hadn’t thought they would. In the deepest recesses of his mind, he’d done out the math and he had been so certain that they wouldn’t make it through the war all together- something would have to give. Thank god he was wrong, pseudo death or no. He wanted to be nowhere else than where he was, listening to the Weasley household wake up on a Christmas morning.

They all got up eventually, slowly stumbling their way into the kitchen as the lure of coffee and sausages called to them. Mrs. Weasley seemed happy to have all of her birds back in the nest. Percy kissed her cheek as he left for work, the only one who hadn’t been able to get the day off. The rest of them sat down to eat.

Overall, it was one of the best Christmases he’d had in a long time, one of the few that he’d truly been able to enjoy. It was reminiscent of some of his first Christmases at Hogwarts, the first ones that he’d ever known what it was like to get presents that weren’t hand-me-downs or worthless garbage.

He thought about that feeling of being new to a world of literal magic, and the fact that the most magical part of it all had been that he’d had an out, that he’d been able to get far away from the Dursleys for 9 months. He liked this feeling better. Contentedly settled into his skin, with a wide and bright future set out in front of him. He couldn’t help but think that just maybe, there was nowhere better to be.

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fernwehbookworm · 4 years ago

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Haunted- Chapter 5

This is where Alex finds them, well she finds Kara. Alex uses her spare key to unlock the door and bursts in to find Kara sitting at the table with a soft smile on her lips. Kara looks like she is about to laugh when she registers Alex’s presence at the door.

“Alex!” Kara shoots to her feet as if she has just been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Kara! What are you doing? Kelly called me. She said you ran off!”

“I… Nothing. Just trying to finish this article. I think I got it now.”

“And you came to your apartment that is compromised in some sort of way?”

“Yeah, about that. Look it’s nothing. Just… A friend pulling a prank. It’s all taken care of.”

Alex watches closely, she knows her sister is lying. Kara was never good at lying. Kara also keeps turning her head a bit to the side, as if she was hearing someone calling her name but she was refusing to turn her head to acknowledge them.

“Just a prank, huh?”

“Y-yup. Everything is fine. Completely normal.”

“Really? Then why did Kelly call me, worried, because you had run off yelling something about Lena being there and you not being crazy.” Alex makes her way closer to Kara, shutting the door behind herself.

“I was just disorientated from the glitch in the program. As soon as I cleared my head I was fine. Then I had an inspiration for my article and decided to write. It’s done now. I just have to submit it.” Kara sits back behind her computer and picks up her pen, playing with it between her fingers. Fidgeting, a classic sign.

“Well, that’s great!” Alex says, “Then we can have a movie night tonight. I’ll tell Kelly to come and we can get takeout.”

“No!” Kara shouts then immediately regrets it when Alex raises an eyebrow. “I mean, no, it's fine. I need to catch up on sleep and I’m sure you and Kelly have to work early.”

“We have hardly spent any time together. It will be fun.” Alex pulls out her phone and is already dialing Kara’s favorite Chinese place.

“Seriously Alex—” Kara is cut off by her sister ordering some of her favorite foods.

“We can’t talk about everything you need to know if your sister is here,” Lena says in Kara’s ear.

“I know.” Kara says under her breath, trying to move her lips as little as possible. “But I don’t have much choice right now.”

“Just keep the pen close. It’s helping me focus on staying together.”

Kara nods just barely then pockets the pen to keep it in reach. While Alex finishes the order, Kara submits her final draft and hopes that Snapper will like it. Then she logs off and powers down her computer to face an evening of trying to act normal around her sister.

“Okay, food will be here in an hour, so will Kelly. What do you want to watch?”

“I don’t care. You can pick.” Kara Grabs drinks from the fridge for the two of them and joins Alex, who has already settled on the couch and is scrolling through the menu. Kara settles next to Alex and feels Lena settle next to her also, as much as Lena can settle.

Kelly arrives and Alex let’s her in. Kara can hear hissed words as they work through an argument before returning. Kelly has her own plate of leftovers and Kara watches Lena eye the food longingly. At some point, Kara fell asleep, she was still semi-conscious of her sister and Kelly talking softly and laughing at the movie. At some point, a blanket is draped over Kara and the television turns off. Soft sounds of Alex and Kelly cleaning up pull at Kara’s consciousness.

“I’m worried, Alex. The reading I had from the program is troubling. I really think something is wrong. I… I think she may need more help. This could be stress-induced.”

Kara stiffens and is alert almost instantly. She can see Lena looking into the kitchen area intently, the pen was still clutched in Kara’s hand.

“I know. She’s lying to me and I don’t know why.”

“I've seen it a couple of times before. Patients lie because they know what is happening isn’t normal. Seeing things, hearing voices, or maybe paranoia. It’s not a good sign.”

“What do we do?”

“Maybe if we can get her to my office again then I can get a colleague of mine to evaluate her for… more extreme care.”

“Like what? Getting her committed?” Alex hisses at her girlfriend.

“If it's necessary. Alex, you know I love her like my own sister. I am terrified of what might happen if she doesn’t get the help that she needs. She could be suffering a mental break. We can’t ignore that.”

The silence is tense. Kara stares at Lena as Lena looks back with fear. This could ruin everything. Lena would never make it back to the physical world. Kara could not get trapped in a facility because she is not crazy. An audible sigh comes from Alex.

“Yeah, okay. We can get her there tomorrow. Come on, once she’s out from a movie she won’t wake up. We can take her bed, it's too late to go home.”

Sounds fade to the bedroom but Kara stays unmoving on the couch. Kara weighs her options before sitting up slowly. Lena sits next to Kara and Kara feels the cold presence of Lena’s hand on her’s.

“We have to go. Now. It’s getting harder to hold myself together. We can’t wait until the weekend. And if your sister somehow commits you against your will, then I might as well be dead.”

The lamp clicks off in the bedroom and Kara remains silent for several more minutes. Then she stands as quietly as possible and grabs her shoes by the couch. She pads to the door in her stocking feet and eases the lock open as quietly as possible. With a small squeak, the door opens and closes and Kara puts on her shoes in the hall.

“Okay, time to go,” Kara says half to herself and half to Lena.

It’s late, almost 3 am, and the world is quiet. As quiet as a city can be. The walk to L-corp is nerve-wracking, every little sound had Kara looking over her shoulder. Street lights glow yellow and it throws the world into a surreal alternate reality as Kara makes her way between the light and shadows. When Kara approaches the looming shadow of the L-corp building, Lena directs Kara towards an underground garage where Lena’s own personal entrance will be.

“It has a handprint scan, how is that supposed to work?” Kara asks when she approaches the shiny plate next to the door.

“There is an override code. Just don’t mess it up. There are no retries before security is alerted. Ready?”

Kara swallows hard and nods.

“Okay. It’s long. 31415926535897932384” Lena says the numbers just slow enough for Kara to input each one of them. When the last number is imputed, the light turns green and the door slides open for Kara to step through. She makes her way down the short hallway towards the elevator doors.

“How in the world do you have that number memorized?” Kara asks in amazement.

Lena gives her a surprised look. “It's the first twenty digits of pi.”

“You have the first twenty digits of pi memorized?” Kara asks with disbelief.

“I have the first 100 digits memorized,” Lena says smugly.

“Wow, your brain is so attractive,” Kara says.

Lena blushes. “That is not normally a compliment I get about attractiveness.”

“Well, it should be. Okay, next code?”

“8822672”

The elevator dings open almost immediately and Kara steps in. “Floor 33” Lena reminds Kara of the lab floor.

“What does that code mean then?” Kara asks as the elevator ascends.

“Radium. The element that Madam Curie helped discover. It’s the atomic number, weight, period number, and group.”

“So really are a geek under all that genius.” Kara smiles at Lena.

“You really have no idea. Are you sure you still want to have dinner with me?” Lena smiles back.

“More than ever,” Kara says seriously. The door dings open on an empty hallway.

They continue like that through four more doors until Kara and Lena are standing in the still broken lab. The papers and glass on the floor had been cleaned up, but the window was still cracked and the work stations were disrupted. Lena quickly makes her way towards the machine, passing right through a table turned on its side.

“Shit, they took my laptop. It’s probably up in the CEO’s office, knowing Jess. There is another elevator directly up at the other side of the room. Come on.” Lena is on a mission now. Moving quickly, Kara follows. Worry knaws at Kara as she notices Lena not looking as solid as she had before. Lena is running out of time.

“12101815, it’s the birth date of Ada Lovelace. She was considered the first computer programmer, before computers were invented.” Lena tells Kara, unprompted, as Kara inputs the code into the elevator.

“Wait, before computers were invented? How?” Kara asks while getting in the elevator.

“She made an algorithm for Charles Babbage’s proposed analytical engine. Way ahead of their times and current technology.”

“Wow. Like how do you even think like that? It’s like trying to describe a color that no one else can see.”

“It is. But that’s how we advance in technology. People pushing the boundaries of imagination.”

The elevator doors ding softly open. Kara steps into Lena’s large and spacious office. It’s dark, the only lights far below in the streets of the city. The buildings out the massive windows are mostly dark. Soft white carpet pads Kara’s footfalls. The moonlight reflects off the white surfaces that fill the office. A large desk with an even larger chair sits in front of the windows.

“Quick, we need to turn off the alarm. There, by the door. 10241993”

“What’s that number?” Kara asks as she quickly steps towards the control panel. The digital screen counting down to the alarm going off.

“It’s actually, well, my birthday.” Lena lets out a small, uncertain laugh, “I know you are not supposed to do that, but really, if people get this far I don’t know if the last password will stop them.”

“It’s good to know you are human enough to use your own birthday.” Kara smiles over her shoulder at her phantom before inputting the code.

A loud buzz sounds and the screen flashes red as the code is denied. The timer hits zero. Nothing happens in the office. “Shit.” Lena has behind Kara, “Jess must have changed this passcode. Quick, find the laptop. Security has been alerted and we have about three minutes. It’s probably in the wall safe. 08241995. Jess’s birthday. I doubt she would have changed that.”

Kara does as she is told and it works. The paper light laptop is there and Kara grabs it, bolting for the elevator. Once inside it starts to descend, then it jets to a halt.

“You have been detained. Security is on its way. Do not resist.” comes a deep voice through the speaker.

“Override it with that keypad. 06262015” Lena shouts.

“Legalized marriage?” Kara asks as she inputs it.

“Yes, but I can’t explain them all to you.”

Kara sees stress etched into Lena’s face and it seems to be making it harder for Lena to stay present. She flickers in and out of focus. Her voice sounds muffled and far away. Kara watches her until the door opens and rushes to turn on the lights and set up the laptop and inputs another code that Lena gives her.

It’s a frantic rush of connecting cables and turning dials. Kara’s hands are shaking from nervousness. The computer seems to take forever to call up the program that Lena had been using to run the machine. Kara can hear shouting out in the hall. Quickly she begins to push overturned work tables to the door, even pilling chairs on top of them, anything to keep the security out. Kara Rushed back to Lena to start setting dials on the machine to where they should be.

“Good, That should do it. Now just hit ‘run’ on the program. It will take a mi—” Lena’s voice was getting softer and softer and then suddenly Kara can’t hear her anymore. Kara could see through Lena now. Time was running out.

In the silence, a phone rings. Kara jumps and stares at the phone mounted to the wall. It rings into the stillness and Kara finds herself walking towards it to answer.

“Kara! Kara! What are you doing? How are you doing this?” Somehow, it’s Alex. Alex is calling Kara on the L-corp lab phone. Which means, Alex is in the building. There is a loud thumping at the lab door and angry shouts.

“I have to do this, Alex. I have to save her. I knew I wasn’t crazy. How are you here?”

“They called the FBI and my director called me! What are you talking about? Kara? How did you get so far past security?”

“Lena. She's helping me to bring her back. Now, I have to finish this.”

“Do not turn that machine on! It will kill you too!”

“It won’t. It will bring her back.”

“ No it won’t! Kar—”

Kara hangs up the phone on her sister.

“Kara.” It's a whisper now, Lena’s voice. Barely louder than a breath.

It moves Kara forward. Lena is almost gone and only Kara can save her. Kara starts the program and waits. It’s just like her dream. The machine starts up, light begins to build until it is so bright that Kara has to turn away. The noise becomes deafening. Then, with the shattering of the window, silence falls. Kara thinks she might have blacked out for a moment because she is on the floor. The lights are out again which means there was probably another power outage. When Kara sits up, she sees Lena. For real. Slumped over in front of the machine, the dark head begins to move and sit up. A pale hand presses against a temple and Lena groans.

“Lena!” Kara cries and scrambles to the scientist's side.

“Kara?” Lena responds horseley.

“I’m here,” Kara reaches out and places a hand on Lena’s arm. It’s solid and warm. Kara smiles. “And you are here too.”

“I’m… here. Really here?” Lena is still processing.

“Yes.”

Loud bangs resound from the door to the room. It happens again as Kara helps Lena to her feet. With a loud groan and the splintering of wood, the door is broken down and big burly men rush into the room and pause as they find Kara with Lena’s arm thrown over her shoulder.

“Kara!” Alex cries as she rushes in after the men, Kelly right on her heels, followed by Jess.

Jess gasps as she takes in the sight of her employer and friend. “Lena!” Jess bursts into tears as she pushes a man aside to get to the CEO.

“Hey Jess,” Lena says softly, and is nearly knocked off her feet as Jess wraps her in a tight embrace. Kara steps away to let them have a moment. Jess is crying into Lena’s shoulder and Kara thinks Lena might be too but she can't tell as she is squeezed into her own hug with her sister.

“Don’t you ever do something that stupid again!” Alex practically yells in Kara’s ear. Kara feels another pair of arms as Kelly joins them.

“Sorry, but I am not planning on being haunted by a scientist again.”

“So you weren't going crazy?” Alex asks

“No, but I don’t blame you for thinking that.”

“But how…”

“It’s a long story that I don’t really understand myself.” Kara cuts off her sister's question.

There is shuffling on the far side of the room as security seems uncertain what to do. They were coming in to detain a criminal but now that criminal has somehow brought their employer back from the dead and there were now a lot of tears. A throat clears and Lena seems to pull herself together instantly.

“You may all return to your posts. I will fill out a report and submit it to the chief of security. As you can see, there is no break in here. Just the CEO accessing the office after hours with her friend.”

There are some protests and grumbling but a look from Lena silences the men and they file out of the room, one by one. Finally the women are alone and everyone looks to Lena.

“How is this possible?” Jess asks Lena.

“I don’t know everything, but something happened when I started up the machine and the field of transportation was expanded and I was affected as well. Then I was stuck in this between state and somehow anchored to the pen that Kara here stole,” Lena pauses to raise a pointed eyebrow at Kara, “I could communicate with her, then, and she was able to come here and reset the machine to bring me back to this plane of existence. But it took a bit to figure all that out and Kara here thought she was being haunted.”

“Well, wouldn’t you when someone writes ‘Help Me’ on your bathroom mirror and creepily starts music playing and knocks things over?” Kara defends herself.

“Of course you did that.” Jess rolls her eyes at her friend's antics.

“When there are a few times you can solidly touch things, you have to take advantage.”

“But, my program?” Kelly asks.

“That I can’t really explain, except it put Kara’s mind into a more open state so it was easier to contact her. I think it just appeared as a glitch in the system. Look, this is all science that is even beyond me and I’m going to have to study it. I don’t have answers right now except that I don’t think it was an accident. The settings I had Kara replicate weren’t the ones I originally set.”

“It wasn’t an accident,” Kara says softly, yet surely.

All four women’s heads turn to her. “How do you know?” Lena asks.

“A dream. I was watching you. You were setting up your test. While your back was turned and the experiment was running, I saw a shadow come in through the door. I couldn’t make much out, but then I saw a hand turn that dial,” Kara points towards the black knob, “then everything went to shit and the light got so bright I couldn’t see and woke up.”

Lena nods slowly, “That’s the one that was off. But I used the program to replicate the last settings.”

“Who could have known you were here and running tests?” Jess asks.

“I don’t know. I had even told you I had gone home.”

“I know.” Jess deadpans. “And I will never believe that lie again.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “And after I told you that, I… canceled my flight to meet with... shit…”

“Meet with who?” Kara asks.

“Max Lord.” Jess finishes.

“He knew the premise of the project because he tried to beat me to copyrights. I won, though. We were meeting about another project but when I canceled he must have figured I was close to a breakthrough. That would be bad for him.”

“How so?” Kara asks.

“Because he runs very shady import and export businesses in third world countries and this machine would bypass a lot of that. It would allow me to send medicine and food directly to those in need.”

“Cutting down on his profits,” Alex says, deep in thought.

“Exactly.”

“Do you have any proof of this?” the FBI agent asks.

“Oh, yes. I have been compiling it for a while. It's not airtight, but it may be enough for an arrest.”

“Perfect. Let me make some calls.” Alex grins.

#Supergirl #Supercorp #scbb2020 #scbb #fanfiction #Au #Haunted

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jessironi89 · 5 years ago

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WELCOME!

Welcome to my bitty shop! Here I have quite a few bitties up for adoption. Be sure to check all of them out and hit me up with questions if you have any. Nightmare Bitties:

TealMare: As close to original Nightmare you will probably get. He is a mean bean but there are times where they aren’t as mean and you gotta take what you can get with them. They do still feed of negativity but positivity doesn’t necessarily harm them it just makes them grumpy and if you’re lucky they will get used to it and just get flustered or embarrassed at your niceness. This one loves apples. Surprising? nah not really.

PurbleMare: These ones are not as mean and are pretty neutral when it comes to how they act around you. They do have an unhealthy obsession with herbs and spices so you will most likely catch them in your pantry trying out all of them to see if they are good enough for their owner. They also experiment on combining spices and making a new spice sometimes to. Probably really enjoys cooking and if taught how would be a big help in the kitchen. Favorite food is…….well any herb or spice they find.

GreenMare: This is a good bean, with some anger issues. They love their owner and will do anything for them including getting angry at someone for being rude to you. Or will be ready to tear some asshole a knew one after you have a hard day at work and come home to vent. He will throw tantrums if he doesn’t get his way. Dont give in he will stop eventually just let him get it out his system and after he will most likely just cuddle up to your neck and go to sleep. His favorite food is sour patch kids candy.

RedMare: This adorable little sad bean likes fire. No he loves it. He might be a little pyromaniac so be careful. Even so he is very loveable and needs all the cuddles to keep him from being to sad. Has bad anxiety so comfort and take care of him with all the care in the world and be patient as well. Favorite food is sugar cubes.

TeableMare: This little hybrid is just adorable and very loveable. Can be a bit clingy so be careful where you sit cause you never know where the baby will be clinging to you from time to time. He loves to help you stay organized and will probably do as much cleaning as the small can for you just to impress you however he can. Favorite food is chocolate.

Pinkmare: This little cutie is very loveable and loves to cuddle. Most of them will love you right away but there are some occasions where they are a bit skeptical. Dont worry though they will love you in time. Favorite food is strawberries.

Orangemare: This one is a bit of an adventurer. You might catch him climbing around your furniture or even up your pants leg and shirt. He loves to seek out new adventures and if he is around other bitties will come up with fake little stories and adventures for them to go on in your home. Favorite food is anything citrusy.

Yellowmare: This one loves anything shiny. jewelry, metal bottle caps, coins. Anything that reflects the sun and sparkles. A little bit of a hoarder you may sometimes find your shoes filled with stuff he finds and tries to hide or keep put up for later. Favorite food is pop tarts.

Blancamare: A rather quiet Nightmare bitty. This one is also a bit more protective and acts more like the leader or parental figure of other bitties. He wont let anyone in your home that does not belong there and will also take care of other bitties you have when you are not at home or if you are busy. Favorite food is skittles. Borrors (Horror Bitties) :

Each of these Horror bitties are tale bitties that were abandoned on the streets…. But, they tend to be aggressive at first for Sanses, but gradually calm down a few days in if you continue not to lash out. Each one id different in their own way and their soul magic varies per bitty. Once you earn their trust you will see each soul color sparks a different personality and shows just how caring they can be. The thing is you have to gain their trust over time and you must be patient in doing so. Food also helps, keep them well fed and away from sharp objects until they trust you, then its just to protect you.Each one is treated and kept healthy here at the shelter. Each cracked skull has been fixed though some do not want it so that may vary depending on the bitty you adopt. They are also some who are pretty self conscious about the crack so they keep it hidden in their hood most of the time.In the end these bitties have been through hell and back and deserve a loving and caring home where they can grow and learn to love again.

Billers (Killer Bitties) :

These is the Biller set of Bitties. Each one represents each version of human souls.

PERSERVERANCE Biller: These bitties are very smart. The smartest of the other bitties to be exact and they really love to read. Reading is what you will see this bitty do a lot of and they will also probably as you to read with them many times. They also really enjoy stories so telling them stories would make their day. They could also help with any financial issues you need help with as well. Favorite food is grapes. JUSTICE Biller: This bitty is just a bundle of joy and loves to play games like cowboys and Indians or laser tag. Anything where he can use fake weapon they are all for it. They can get a little anxious at times but all around are very caring bitties who learn how to use medical remedies to take care of other bitties and even their owners. Favorite food is lemons. BRAVERY Biller: These little fighters love to spar and fight. They are big hearted beans who just enjoy a good rough housing sometimes. They are pretty tough so when you play with them you can be a little rougher then normal . If you aren’t you might end up with a pouty bitty who just wants to play with you. This one is a bitty who is in constant need of some sort of stimulation. Toys are very much recommended since sometimes even you cant play with them for to long due to other matters life throws at you. Favorite food is hotdogs. PAITENCE Biller: These bitties are pretty much the essence of patience. They dont let much bother them and are pretty laid back. They love to accessorize and enjoy to change their wardrobe quiet often. They have quite the fashion sense and just love to look their best. They are probably your best bet at fashion advice when getting ready for an event or date. Favorite food is cookies. INTEGRITY Biller: These bitties love music. If they get to upset or emotional music is always a good way to calm them or make them feel better. You may also catch them dancing if you’re lucky. Once they get used to you then youll catch them sleeping on your pillow or on your chest. They are like a cat and only want attention when they want it. If they aren’t in the mood you will probably get hissed at before they go about their business. Favorite food is sushi.

KINDNESS Biller: Probably one of the sweetest bitties youll ever meet. Loves to cook for their owner and will love you unconditionally no matter what. Which could end up bad if they get a horrible owner. They love to cuddle but really love to cook with you or sit around and watch tv. Favorite food is eggs.

DETERMINATION Biller: These are full of Determination to just constantly cling to you like a koala. They need snuggles a lot, if they are deprived for to long they can become a small touch starved anxiety. If you feel you are going to be gone for a little bit to long make sure your bitty either has a companion bitty or has some sort of plushie to cling to till your return. Favorite food is twizzlers.

KitKat (Error!Fell) :

Now this little edgy bitty loves to bite. And I mean loves to. A really good thing to get for this bitty are plenty of things to chew and knaw on. Ya'know something other then your fingers or shoes or….whatever else he would get in his mouth.

Personality wise the Feller bitties can vary but they are mostly just very iffy about who touches them as well as very aggressive to those they are not sure of yet. It takes a while to gain their trust but once you do you have a friend for life. Feller’s are very cuddly and love to cuddle and snuggle. In fact before you do get their trust it is recommended to get them something to cling to while they sleep.

Favorite food? Well they love spicy mustard and pretty much anything chewy. Gummy bears, pocky sticks anything they can crunch on or chew with their teeth is a good idea. They are also pretty nosey so if you have something you dont want found make sure these little guys dont know about that because they will go out of their way to mess with you by going through your stuff.

Blueberror Bitty:

Blueberror bitties are now available! Each one will have its own personality when adopted so it will be at random. You wont know what his personality is until you adopt one so. Try your luck with this cutie! Cross Bitties: with xChara

without xChara

Cross bities are now available! Some come with xChara and others do not. Take your pick! Personalities may vary per bitty. Good luck!

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castielsshield · 4 years ago

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Blink

Title: Blink (Leave A Message Part 4)

Pairing: Female OC/Sam Winchester

Synopsis: After losing Jess, Sam continues to leave messages on her phone as a coping mechanism. Unbeknownst to Sam, that number has been adopted by another person.

Word Count: 1,871

Warnings: Fire, character death, minor violence

Part 3 || Part 5 || Masterpost

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“Ash! On your left!” Alexander called out to me. I pivoted on my heel and lashed out with my silver dagger as the werewolf jumped toward me. She shifted her weight in the air and avoided the blade by inches. Instead, she landed on my right side and raked her claws across my shoulder. I cried out in pain and clutched the wound with my right hand. Stumbling forward, I tried to buy myself some time as well as put some space between the werewolf and myself. As gravity and momentum pulled my body forward, I glanced over to where Alexander was fighting off the other monster.

Alexander and I had thought that it was a single werewolf but, as it turns out, it was a pair that was working with each other. The male, the one Alexander is fighting, hid while Alexander and I crept into the cabin the wolves were hiding out in. Once we were inside, he flanked us and attacked Alexander from behind. Now, here we are, each fighting our own monster.

The moment before I hit the ground, I reached out and caught myself on the wall the she-wolf had just pushed herself off of. I pressed my back up against the smooth drywall and faced her. Pulling back her lips and baring her teeth, the werewolf released a snarl. The muscles in her legs tensed, the only sign of what was about to happen. She grinned maniacally before flinging herself at me once again. I twisted my body to the side as she descended on the spot where I had previously been standing. I turned back around and pressed my forearm against the back of the werewolf, holding her against the wall. I drove my dagger into her heart, twisting the handle. She drew a sharp breath before I pulled it back out, the limp body falling to the floor.

Behind me, I heard a thump and footsteps making their way toward me. “Good work, kid,” Alexander said as he placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. “You’ve got skill, more than I’ve ever seen on a new Hunter.”

Ignoring the compliment, I nodded my head and pulled a cloth out of my pocket, wiping werewolf blood off the flat of the blade. Turning around, I looked up at Alexander and shrugged. “My dad taught me how to fight. It comes naturally now.”

“Well, I’m sure your dad would be proud to see that his teaching paid off.” He takes a step toward the door and gestures for me to come with him. “Let’s go, kiddo, our work here is done. I can give you a lift home if you want.”

I follow him out the door, wrapping the blade of my dagger in the cloth and placing the bundle in the inside pocket of my leather jacket. “Do I get to drive?”

“Hell no.”

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“You know, we made a pretty good team. Don’t you think?” Alexander leaned out the driver’s side window and rested his arm on the edge.

“Please, I did all the work. You just stood there and looked pretty.” I grinned at him, knowing that I would have never gone on the hunt if he hadn’t asked me to join. His light-hearted laugh suggested that he knew it as well. “Call me if there’s ever another hunt around my neck of the woods. You’re not the worst p...Are you okay?” Alexander's attention was no longer on me, the eye-contact we had broken. Instead, he was looking past me and toward my house. His eyes were narrowed and he seemed almost...concerned?

“Do you guys have, like, a double chimney or something?” Alexander asked, unbuckling his seatbelt to lean farther out the window. He gripped the sill on the window to support his weight as he lifted his body off his seat.

I turned my body around to follow his gaze. “No, why-” My words cut off as the earth seemed to rock and sway beneath my feet. A plume of smoke rose from the cabin, its sooty, swirling tendrils gripping and clawing at my lungs. Adrenaline shot through my body, liquid fire overtaking chilled blood. My mouth fell open and my chest heaved. I tried to speak but the words were choked out by the thickening smoke. “The house…”

“It’s on fire.”

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People use the phrase “I’ll be back in a blink of an eye” to say that they’ll be back shortly. Standing there, watching my house--my home --slowly turn to ash, I realized that life is too short for a blink to not be long. So much can happen in a blink, too much for anything to be permanent, too much for anything to be safe. In that moment, I understood: given time, nothing can withstand the gentle ferocity of a blink.

Blink.

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Nothing but instinct kept me from running into the house. Raw, animalistic instinct. Until a spot of blue caught my eye; a cerulean sun on the green void of grass, hidden behind the house. He had insisted on getting it, even after I told him that it wasn’t a very fitting car. That is what pushed me to run into the house, what moved my feet forward and flung open the door with my hands. That is what made me call out for him. I had to find him, I had to save him. “Dad!”

The fire cast deep shadows and flickering light as juvenile flames licked the walls. I lifted the top of my shirt to protect my nose and mouth but it provided little relief from the smoke-clogged air. ‘ Forget it.’ I released the fabric as another body crashed through the door. “Ash, what the hell are you doing?!” Alexander yelled through the crackling of the flames.

“My dad! He’s here!”

Alexander’s eyes widened and he pointed down the hall. “You go left!" He didn't leave time for a response as repeated the motion I had done earlier with his own shirt. Doing his best to stay below the smoke line, he crouched over and ran off down the hall.

I did as he said, neglecting to put my shirt over my face. I ran to my father's bedroom first and frantically searched for any sign of life. There was none. A sharp cough racked my lungs as the constant smoke began to build up in them. I ignored my rising panic as a sudden thought came to my mind. ‘ His office.’

I rushed out of the room and back down the hallway. I stopped in front of the door--the door I'm not supposed to open--and hesitated. Something was knawing my mind, something was off. The next round of coughs hit like a freight train. I doubled over, clutching the red of my flannel. I almost dropped to the floor, but a crash from within the office awakened something, some shred of clarity. If I sat down now, I wouldn’t get back up. I pushed off the wall at my back, throwing my weight at the door in front of me. The hallway outside was bad, but this room was worse. It was raging with fire and overflowing with smoke.

There he was. He was just yards away, coughing and burnt, but alive. “Dad!” My head was pounding and the room got darker. Maybe it was my vision blurring; I couldn’t tell.

“Get...get the hell--out of here,” my dad shouted back. I ignored him and did my best to run to him, my smoke-drunk body refusing to work.

I would have cried but the heat was too much. Throat-shredding yells were the only reaction I could show. "I'm not leaving you!"

Footsteps came from behind me. It was...it was? “Go, Ash! ASH!” My father threw a leather-bound journal in my direction. I leaned forward and caught it as something in the back of my mind detected another person in the room.

Arms wrapped around me. “Ash!” There it was again, that word that was my name. My name was that word. My name was the very thing that my home was becoming. Ash is who I am. The arms pulled me, dragged me away from my father. My father who wasn't moving. My father's body.

My head was heavy. The light was fading. I was exhausted and my eyes were screaming for relief from the heat and black smoke. The black soot; ash...

Black.

Light.

Heat.

Pull.

Black.

Light.

Door.

Grass.

“Ash!”

Blink

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #castiel #castiel novak #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #sam winchester x original female character #significant character death #which you will note is different from major character death #original female character #fanfic #fanfiction

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gamzee-the-capricious-fanfic · 5 years ago

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Chapter 7

You don’t know how long you lay there, getting soaked by the rain. You just don’t feel like getting up, or you can’t. You are unsure which is the case.You check your phone again, you’ve been there for an hour since you last checked. And yet, still no Karkat. You don’t even have the energy to laugh now. But, you have to get up. Maybe.. Maybe Karkat is in trouble or something? You take a couple deep breaths, trying not to choke on your blood and such, and steel yourself. You struggle to get up, your body screaming at you to just be still. You are so sore everywhere but you know you have to leave. You hiss in pain and manage to get to your feet, leaning heavily on the brick wall. You breathe shakily for a moment before you start moving, walking slowly in the direction of the dorm building. You just have to keep walking.

You don’t know how long it took you to reach the dorm building but it felt like forever. It’s dark now so no one appears to be around. You enter the building and the person at the desks seems to be asleep, great job bro. The elevator appears to be out of order so you struggle with the stairs. Once you get to the second floor you have to lean against the wall for a minute panting before you can continue on towards your room. At least now you can use the wall as your crutch huh. It takes a minute to realize that you’ve been leaving a bloody trail but honestly you don’t care that much. Purple you can deal with. If you were trailing blue then… you don’t want to think about anything blue for a long time.

Finally you reach your door. You test to see if the door is locked, it isn’t so you enter. Immediately you see what had Karkat distracted all this time. He’s on the couch making out with Dave, you see Dave’s hands up Karkat’s sweater running along his sides before he notices you and makes a surprised sound. His face goes pale immediately, you’re not sure what you look like right now but you imagine it isn’t good. Especially with your tongue still kind of bleeding and the blood getting all down your face. Karkat yelps noticing you, but, he’s not looking at you, his face is all red but his eyes stay on the ground. “O-oh uh, It’s totally uh not- well i mean, It kind of is uh-” He goes on but you don’t care. It’s hard to care about anything right now, you're just angry, but even that feels dull. You turn and head toward the kitchen, it’s not as though you can reply to Karkat anyway.

You grab a metal spoon and study it for a second, it should work you think. You then turn on one of the burners of the stove. Karkat is still rambling and Dave just watches you looking unsure if he should say anything or not. You place the spoon over the flame and watch as it gets hot. Karkat finally stops rambling and looks up at you. “Look Gamzee I’m sor-- Oh god what happened!” He looks horrified looking at you, you just give him an empty bloody smile and shrug nonchalantly. Then you take the hot spoon and bring it to your mouth pressing it against the bloody part of your tongue hopefully cauterizing it. You hiss softly at the pain but don’t react otherwise. Karkat looks like he is going to be sick. Once the spoon has done its job you think about throwing it the sink but decide to throw it away instead.

You proceed to ignore Karkat as he approaches you and you head towards the bedroom. When you open the door though Tavros is there rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Uh,, what's going on?”

You freeze for a second, you can’t face Tavros right now. Not after what happened. You abruptly turn and rush out of the dorm room heading immediately towards the bathroom. Karkat, unfortunately, follows you. As you fumble with the door he finally seems to check his phone. He gasps but again you don’t give him time to say anything, you enter the bathroom and slam the door in his face. That won’t stop him probably but maybe he will reconsider following you. You head towards the shower block and you hear the door open behind you. You growl in annoyance. “Gamzee, stop, just stop and come here please.”

If you could say no you would, but even then it sure doesn’t seem like anyone is going to respect that regardless. You just keep walking to the shower block, you enter one of the showers and close the curtain in Karkat’s face. “Goddamit Gamzee!”

He just rips aside the curtain and stares you down. You lean back against that wall with a sigh. You don’t look at him, focusing on the wall instead. “Gamzee, look at me, what happened.”

You say nothing, you can’t, and you don’t want to. The two of you stand in silence for a minute, him staring at you and you staring intently at the wall. “Look… I’m sorry Gamzee. I wasn’t there for you.” You scoff. “Hush I’m not done. I wasn’t there but I am here now, and I want to help you.” Another long moment passes. “D-...Do you not want to be moirails anymore?”

He says that last bit quietly. You sigh softly, you are beyond angry, and you are hurt but… still, you don’t think you want to break up with Karkat. You look at him and shake your head no. Karkat looks slightly relieved but then he looks concerned again. “Gamzee… Can you not talk?”

You look away again. His voice is a little shaky. “That’s a shit way of saying yes fuckass.”

You shrug. “Well… let's get you cleaned up then. Give me a second and I’ll get you a towel and some clothes ok? Don’t go running off ok?”

You nod, all the energy you had a minute ago disappears and it’s all you can do to just stand right now. Again you are feeling the pain all over your body more acutely. He runs off to get the stuff and you slump to the floor with a soft whimper of pain. You start trembling a bit. You try desperately not to think about what happened but it flashes in your mind. You bring your knees up to your chest. You know you should feel safe where you are but you still feel scared in a way. You realize you don’t want to be alone and you hope Karkat hurries up. You knaw on your lip anxiously until you hear the bathroom door open. A mix of fear and relief goes through you until you see it is Karkat again and then it is just relief. “Are you ok?”

You nod shakily. He doesn’t look as though he believes you but he sets down your clothes and a towel. “Uh, so, do you need any help getting cleaned up?”

You shake your head vehemently. “Ok ok jeez, just trying to help.”

You struggle to your feet wheezing a bit, your ribs really hurt, and your core, and, well, everything you guess. Karkat gives you another concerned look, probably guessing that you are more hurt than you may appear. He starts towards you to help but you wave him away. “I’m fi…” That’s all you can manage, you are unable to make an ‘n’ sound. And even then your voice is very hoarse as it is so you are not sure he understood at all. He gives you a pitying look. You just close the curtain on him again, gentler this time. You then just turn the water on, all the way hot, and with your clothes still on. You were wet from the rain anyway and well, you can’t bare to take them off just yet. You flinch slightly at the scalding water and turn it down just slightly. “Hey dipshit, usually when you take a shower you remove your clothes first, or at the very least your shoes maybe???”

You kick your shoes and socks off and kick them under the shower curtain. “Great Gamzee, A+ job there.” You chuckle just a bit at his sarcasm. You realize then that your phone is still in your pocket, fuck. You hastily grab it and open the shower curtain slightly to toss it to Karkat. He yelps but manages to grab it. You close the curtain again and sigh. You know you have to take your clothes off eventually but… It’s hard. You just stand under the water for a few minutes until Karkat taps on the wall. “Hey, are you ok? You aren’t dead or anything are you?” You huff loudly. “Ok, I was just checking, sounds like you haven’t removed your clothes or anything so, just wanted to know if you need help.”

You sigh for what feels like the billionth time and then you slowly manage to get your shirt off and you proceed to just unceremoniously toss it on the ground. But you stop there. That was the easy part. You bite your lip again. You know you have to do it. You shudder and close your eyes, as if that will make it better, but you reach down and start pulling your pants off. You manage to get them off but you still don’t open your eyes. You are afraid to see yourself. You take a deep breath, which hurts like hell, and you open your eyes. You look downwards, your sides are bruised badly, you are still pretty sure some ribs are broken. Looking a bit further makes you freeze, blue. It’s too much and you just collapse to your knees taking shuddery panicked breaths. Tears sting your eyes and you can’t hold it back anymore. You sob brokenly curling more into yourself. Your whole body shakes with your sobs and it hurts but you can’t stop.

You are vaguely aware of the shower curtain opening and Karkat kneeling beside you. He pulls you close to him and you cling to him desperately still sobbing. He sits there and holds you getting his clothing all wet while he’s at it until you stop crying. He purrs soothingly and rubs your back. He’s murmuring softly. “You’re ok, I’m here.”

You sniffle and whimper and he gently shooshpaps you. "Just let me help you Gam, ok?"

You just nod slightly. He hesitates for a second. "Then… I'm going to help you get cleaned up ok?"

You just nod again burying your face into his shoulder, the wet fabric of his shirt is warm. You feel bad about that, but at the same time you are glad he is here with you. He shifts slightly as if unsure what to do. “Gamzee, you are probably going to have to sit up for me, can’t really see what i’m working with with you all curled up as it is. Uh, not that I’m trying to like look at you because you're naked but well kinda uh need to to help so uh.” He continues on for a while. You reach up and pap his face softly. “Damn I’m sounding like Tavros huh?” You huff. “Ok c’mon, I know you guys are dating but you can’t lie and say he doesn’t stutter and say ‘uh’ a lot.”

You just slowly sit up a bit and give him a look, it’s not as though he is wrong per se but he probably shouldn’t make comments like that to you especially when you and Tavros are togeth… You look away from him, staring at the wall again. You are not really sure anymore whether Tavros would really want to be with you now if he knew. He pats your shoulder then lightly pushes you to sit up straighter. You just obey. You hear him gasp softly and it takes all of your self control to not curl back up into a ball. “Oh Gamzee…”

You shake your head, you don’t want to hear it, you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t want to think about it. He heeds your warning luckily, you are not sure you could handle it if he decided to push the issue. You hear him move and you glance over to see him grabbing your discarded shirt. “I don’t really have a towel so I’m going to use this.”

You nod, you probably weren’t going to keep that shirt anyway. He moves back over to you and you look away again. He gently touches your back and you feel the sodden fabric of your shirt touch your thigh, you flinch slightly. He purrs soothingly rubbing your back. You tremble a bit as he gently scrubs your thighs. He spends a few minutes cleaning you up before he is done and you breathe in a shaky breath of relief. He helps you up to your feet and you lean against the wall. He turns the water off then reaches for your towel. He hands it to you and you wrap it around your waist. “You still doing ok?”

You nod and he smiles slightly. “Now don’t dry yourself off just yet ok? You were out in the rain for a while, right?” You nod again. “I think maybe you ought to sit in the bath for a bit then. Pretty sure I heard that was a good idea somewhere.”

You shrug, you don’t particularly want to be naked for any longer than necessary but you also don’t have the energy to argue with Karkat over it. He grabs your dry clothes and your hand and guides you over to the bathing area. You watch him as he fills up the tub with warm water. You shiver from the cold slightly, you think you would have been fine had he just let you dry off and get dressed but whatever you guess. At least this way you get to avoid Tavros longer. Hopefully he will have fallen asleep again by the time Karkat is done with you. “Hey, stop zoning out fuckass, the tub is ready, get in while I go toss your other clothes ok?”

You nod and he walks off. With a sigh you take the towel off again and slip into the tub. You sit with your knees drawn up to your chest, making yourself as small as possible. You sit like that for the few minutes it takes Karkat to come back. When you glance at him you realize what took him a bit, he’s got clothes and a towel for himself and a bottle of shampoo. You cock your head curiously. “Look, we both know that you didn’t clean up super properly like you know, your hair soooo I figured we may as well take care of that too.”

Oh god does Karkat have some weird thing about wanting to clean you or something. Regardless it makes you laugh slightly. At least it's cute and harmless. “Har de har I fucking know, just accept it, I’m cleaning your hair.”

His face is a bit red. You smile a bit, lil fucker is cute. When he starts tugging his shirt off however you raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh hush, I’m just getting in there with you.”

“Wha?” You manage to choke out.

“I don’t mean that in a weird way, I’m not getting all the way naked or anything, I’m just fucking cold.”

He glares at you till you look away from him. You roll your eyes and huff softly before looking away so he can undress. The sounds of him undressing however makes you a little uncomfortable. After all, just a couple hours ago that sound meant pain. You gnaw on your lip anxiously. Obviously you know it is Karkat and he would never hurt you like that but still. You hear him slip into the tub behind you and he places a warm hand on your back reassuringly. He then dumps some cold ass shampoo onto your head but when he lathers it into your hair it feels amazing. You let out a little rough sounding purr, it hurts your sides but fuck it you don’t really care. It is 100 times more soothing having Karkat wash your hair than when he had to help you earlier.

Once your hair is cleaned up Karkat hops out of the tub, dries off, then gets dressed. He orders you to stay put for a bit longer till he comes back. You watch him leave then proceed to ignore that. You are tired of chilling out naked right now and you would love nothing more than to put your clothes on and then maybe never ever take them off again. You get out of the tub and dry yourself off with record speed before tugging your clothes on. You just manage to get fully dressed by the time Karkat comes back. “Gamzee. I told you to stay put! We still need to take care of your injuries!”

You groan then shake your head vehemently. Karkat sighs. “Fine. We won’t do it now, but you are going to get thoroughly checked out in the morning.”

You grumble about that. Hopefully if you get your way that won’t happen at all. He extends his hand out towards you and you take it. You both head back towards the dorm room. “I told the others to leave you alone for now Gam so don’t worry, they aren’t going to bombard you with questions or anything.”

You wish you could tell Karkat how thankful you are to hear that but he seems to understand anyway as he smiles back towards you. You guys enter the dorm room, the living area is empty so presumably everyone is in the bedroom area. You falter a bit as Karkat tries to guide you towards the bedroom. He frowns back towards you. “Gamzee I promise it is going to be fine, they aren’t going to ask you anything and I’m pretty sure Tavros is asleep anyway if that is what you are worried about.”

You hesitate a moment longer. “Would you rather sleep on the couch then Gam? I don’t really think that is going to make anything better in the morning.”

You sigh defeated and let Karkat pull you into the bedroom. When you start to turn towards your bunk Karkat tugs your arm. When you look at him confused he gestures to his bed then whispers softly. “You can barely walk Gam, I don’t think attempting to climb into your bunk is such a good idea.”

You suppose he is right.You follow him to his bed and he makes you get in first. You lay with your back against the wall as he curls up beside you. His body is warm beside you and he starts to purr as you wrap your arms around him holding him close. You feel comforted, you aren’t sure how you would have gotten through this without him. Even though he wasn’t there for you earlier you know he wished he had been. You sniffle a bit and he softly shooshes you. You cry silently and he comforts you until you both fall asleep.

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bluebird167 · 5 years ago

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Ever, Ever, After Chapter 7

When Gray was finished with his clients he was expecting to find Juvia gone but she was still there.

"Mirajane what's going on? Why is Juvia still here? I thought you were going to get her home."

"Yes about that we have a problem."

"What?"

"She has no drivers license, no passport, no form of I.D and I'm not sure that this place she's from actually exist."

"What place?"

"Alvernez."

"Alvarez." He corrected.

"Whatever. I called every travel agent I knew and they have never heard of it. I asked if it was a country or a city or a state but nothing."

"Oh great."

As they talked Juvia spotted Gray's clients Levy and Gajeel.

"My goodness your hair is so lovely." Juvia said to Levy. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you."

"The man who holds your heart is very lucky."

"Would you mind telling him that?"

"Oh I'm sure he knows."

"Excuse me?" Gajeel said.

"Oh are you him?" Juvia asked. "You're a very lucky man. Just look at the way her eyes sparkle. You two must be very much in love."

"Uh Juvia can I talk to you for a moment?" Gray said pulling her aside. "They're not together."

"You mean they're not together yet?"

"No I mean they used to be together but now they're not. They're separated."

"They're separted? That's awful!" She exclaimed.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down."

"But it is awful." She turned to Levy and Gajeel. "Why are you two getting separated?"

"Well for one thing she never supported my dream of becoming a rock singer." Gajeel said.

"That's because it always kept you away from me." Levy said.

"That's it? You're separating just because of a few issues? Don't you two still love each other?"

"Juvia it's none of your business." Gray said.

"If you love each other then you shouldn't throw away what you have over a few disagreements. You should try to work them out. Don't let the person you love the most go. You belong together."

"Juvia people are staring. Mr. Redfox, Mrs. Redfox I apologize. She doesn't understand and...She's crazy. Very crazy."

"I'm not crazy."

"Now uh I'll see you both again tomorrow and again I am so very sorry about her."

He quickly pulled her out of the office before she could say anything else.

"What is wrong with you? Are you trying to get me fired?"

"No but two people who are in love getting separated is just terrible. What kind of horrible place is this?"

"Reality."

"Well I think I would have preferred to stay Alvarez."

"I think I would have preferred that you stay there too. I try to be nice, I try to help a person and what happens to me? I lose my girlfriend and I get embarrassed in front of my clients."

He took her to the park and gave her several twenty dollar bills.

"Alright here's some money. Use it to call your prince or whatever but...But that's it! I'm sorry I can't help you anymore! You're on your own now!"

"Okay. Gray I'm so sorry. You've been nothing but kind to me and all I've done is mess things up for you and believe me I never intended to especially since you're my only friend here. So I'll go, Thank you for everything you've done and I wish you only happiness."

She then left. Gray then went to hail a taxi but guilt was knawing at him to look back.

"Don't turn around." He told himself. "Don't turn around. You know you'll regret it if you do."

But eventually he caved in to his guilt and looked back to see Juvia giving money to a little old lady feeding pidgeons.

"Oh for the love of-" He groaned and walked back to the park. "What are you doing?"

"Oh Gray you're back. Gray this is Porlyuscia she saw Natsu."

"Oh did she now?"

"Yes he was the salmon haired fellow who was on the bus this morning. " Porlyuscia said. "He tried to kill me. He stabbed the bus with a sword and almost cut me into little pieces. He was insane."

"Oh fascinating." Gray said not believing a word out of her mouth. "Thank you for that information. Have a good day ma'am."

He urged Juvia along.

"What are you thinking? You can't give that woman money."

"Why not? You gave me money."

"Yeah but that was different. I was trying to help you."

"Well I wanted to help her after she told me about Natsu."

"So what's the deal with this guy? How long have you known him?"

"A day."

"You mean it feels like a day because you're so in love?"

"No a day."

"You're kidding? You've known him for one day and you're going to marry him?"

"Yes."

"But you hardly know the guy."

"I know that he's funny and sweet and strong and a pretty big eater. But most important I know that he loves me."

"Oh...Well as long as he makes you happy."

"What about you? How long have you known Lucy?"

"Five months."

"And you haven't proposed?"

"No."

"Well no wonder she's angry."

"Ha, ha very fuuny. For your information I can't afford to rush things. I want to make absolutely sure that she's the one."

"Well is she?"

"Yes she is."

"Good then you need to-"

"Hello nice lady." The two were interrupted by a man sailing snacks in the park. "Would you like a caramel apple?"

"It looks good."

"No charge for the beautiful young woman."

"Really it's free?" Gray asked.

"Of course today is free caramel apple day."

"Well thank you very much kind sir." Juvia said taking the caramel apple from him.

"You're welcome Miss."

But what they didn't know was that man was Laxus in disguise and the caramel apple he gave her was poisoned.

"You know most people get to know each other before they get married. They date." Gray said.

"Date?"

"Yes. You know it's when two people go out to have dinner at a fancy restaurant or to a show and they talk."

"What do they talk about?"

"About each other, about yourself, what you like and don't like. Stuff like that and if things work out you get married."

"And live happily ever after." Juvia added.

"That doesn't exist."

"Of course it does!" Juvia exclaimed accidentally throwing away the caramel apple. "Oh!"

"Hmm for a caramel apple it sure is slippery." He joked. "Anyway marriages don't always end happily you saw that with Levy and Gajeel."

"But what about you and Lucy? You know you'll live happily ever after."

"Well I don't know that for sure and I'm not even sure she'll actually marry me now."

"Well I know a way you could win her back."

"Really?"

"Yes by doing a big romantic gesture."

"I don't think so Lucy isn't into that whole romantic stuff."

"Don't be silly every woman loves romance. Now let's see what you could do. First you should send her a gift like a love note or flowers and then you could plan a romantic activity the two of you could do later."

"Like what?"

"You could take her out dancing and hold her close."

"I don't dance."

"Or you could dedicated a song to her. Oh it would be so romantic if you would sing to her."

"And I really don't sing."

"Have you ever done anything romantic in your life?"

"No."

"Then I think it's time you've got a taste of what real romance looks like. Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"To provide an example."

Juvia took Gray on a picnic in the park where other couples were picnicking and later on a boat ride where couples were talking, hugging, and even kissing.

"See if you did something like this for Lucy I know she would forgive you and accept your proposal in a heart beat." Juvia said.

"I still think it's pretty stupid."

"My goodness you wouldn't know true love if cupid shot you with one of his arrows." She sighed. "Oh what's that over there?"

"What?"

"That sign over there."

"Oh that's just Magnolia's annual ball. They have one every year."

"A ball? Oh that would be fun."

"No that would not be fun."

"Oh I'm sure Lucy would think that it would be fun. Row back to land I have an idea."

"I'm not going to like this idea am I?"

"Just trust me."

"Alright but only because I'm desperate."

Once they got back on land Juvia used the remainder of the money Gray gave her to buy a bouquet of flowers in the shape of a heart and two invitations to the Magnolia ball. Then she sang for two doves and gave them the gifts.

"Take these to Lucy please." She told them.

"What are you crazy? They're birds they don't know where she lives." Gray said.

"You'd be surprised how good birds are at navigation. "

#fairy tail anime #fairy tail au #fairy tail #gruvia fairy tail #gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia loxar #gray x juvia #gajeel x levy #gajevy #enchanted au #enchanted #disney au #disney

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syriul · 6 years ago

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A Time Traveler in Viking Court - part 12/?

How are we going to get out of this one now? You asked yourself as Ivar led you and Kyle to the center of a small crowd made up of displaced Viking men, women, and children. The size of the crowd was surprising-- Kattegat was home to at least a few thousand people, so why were there only a hundred people here?

“What do you think happened to everyone else?” Kyle voiced your thoughts as he leaned in, making sure no one else heard him.

“I don’t know. Maybe they're over there,” you motioned towards the woods that surrounded the sizable clearing where multiple tents stood with a nod of your head.

Kyle’s gaze searched the shadowy, tree-covered landscape in an attempt to find unseen faces.

“Actually,” Ivar spoke, “they are still in Kattegat.”

“What?” You asked, startled at Ivar’s sudden intervention.

“The rest of my people were unable to escape King Harold’s army,” Ivar answered. “They are caged in like animals and Kattegat, my Kattegat is their cage.”

There was nothing you could say. You weren’t a king or held the future of thousands of people in your hands-- you simply didn’t know what to say.

An uncomfortable silence fell over you and Kyle as you continued making your way amongst the scattered crowd; your palms became clammy the closer you got to its center.

Your own eyes roamed over the weathered and tired faces that made up the crowd. For a brief second, you imagined the horror of being woken up in the middle of the night by an invasion.

But I was woken up in the middle of the night by a sudden invasion too, you reminded yourself. Images of the of the fighting in the thrown roam, dead bodies, and pools of blood flooded your mind-- you silently prayed that with time you would be able to shake away those awful memories.

“Tonight has been a trying time,” Ivar’s voice boomed through the still, night air, effectively startling you for the second time in mere seconds, “but tonight we have been given a sign that the Gods are on our side.”

A collective gasp ran through the sea of people that surrounded you.

“We,” he continued to speak with kingly authority that demanded he be heard, “have Gods among us!”

Another gasp, this time mixed with murmurs, ran through the crowd. Your stomach dropped as Ivar motioned toward where you an Kyle stood, side by side. You felt the heat rise in your face as hundreds of pairs of eyes turned their attention towards you and your best friend.

Ivar’s stone-like features, illuminated by both moonlight and torch fire, stared you down. It was clear he wanted you to do something, but you didn’t know what. It was only after a few seconds of shifting your eyes between Ivar and the crowd that you realized what he wanted. He thinks you’re a Goddess. They think you’re a Goddess. They all want you to confirm it.

You took a deep breath, wiped your clammy hands on the skirt of your dress, and shot Kyle a look that seemed to ask for luck before taking a step forward, chin raised in false confidence, and began to speak.

“It is true,” you bellowed out, the edge in your voice successfully hidden, “the Gods have not forsaken you.” You raised your hands above your head, becoming a living Y. “We walk among you, we feel your plights and have come to help.” You did your best to mimic the enthusiasm of the televangelists you often came across while flipping through channels back home, back in your own time. “We,” you signaled from yourself to Kyle, “are here to win back Kattegat for you.”

A silence fell over the surroundings before the people of Kattegat, who’d been chased out of their own homes, broke out into a cheer that shook the ground. For a brief second, you wondered if their loud, hope-filled chants would attract the attention of the invaders, this King Harald, and his warriors, then you felt energized by the sheer vigor radiating from every single person present. Guilt at your finally began to knaw at you.

You turned to look at Kyle from over your shoulder. A look of guilt that mirrored your own rested over his features.

This isn’t going to work. I can feel it.

“Why did the Gods send you two?” Hvitserk asked from his perch on an unusually large tree stump a few feet in front of you.

It was early morning and everyone in what you’d decided resembled a refugee camp was still asleep. Last night you’d boldly lied to everyone here, told them you and Kyle were Gods, now you were sitting among tents, trying to answer questions you hadn’t even though up answers for.

What would be a good enough reason? Why would two Gods be here?

You raked your brain for an appropriate answer.

“Brother,” Ivar’s voice suddenly filled the silence you’d allowed to grow, “you are bold to question the dealings of Gods.” You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he dragged himself towards where his brother sat. His entire disposition had changed when he learned you and Kyle were otherworldly-- his mannerism had gone from slightly condescending to utterly respectful.

Of course, he’s being respectful. He thinks you can make anything happen with a snap of your fingers.

“May I ask, where is your companion?” Ivar asked you once he’d pulled himself up beside Hvitserk.

Your eyebrows knitted together. “My companion?”

“He means Kyle,” Hvitserk replied for his brother.

Ivar side eyed him in return. “I would never be so disrespectful to a God.” He spoke as if warning his brother, daring him to say another word without reverence.

“He’s asleep,” you said, studying Ivar’s features, “and please, don’t be so formal.”

Something behind Ivar’s deep blue eyes seemed to spark to life as you finished speaking; admiration and gratitude towards you radiated off of him. “That you would allow me to speak to you as an equal is an honor.”

Taken aback, you gave him a small smile. Honor. It’s an honor. It wouldn’t be an honor if you knew I’m faking it.

“Should we wait for Kyle to wake up?” Ivar asked, a proud smile spreading over his lips as he said Kyle’s names.

“What for?” You asked.

Hvitserk let out a small, excited laugh. “For battle preparations.”

Battle preparations..? Oh, of course! Fuck.

Your eyes ran over the battle plans that rested before you. You weren’t sure how long it’d been since Ivar had started talking, relaying his plans for taking back Kattegat, but you were looking forward to its end.

“You,” Ivar looked at Ubbe while pointing to what looked like a mountain range on the old, hole-riddled map sprawled out on the small wooden table, “will bring your warriors through here and wait for the signal.”

Ubbe, who stood with his arms crossed over his chest, focused solely on the map you all huddled around. “And what will the signal be?” He asked, eyes never looking up.

“My warriors will swarm the gates,” Hvitserk chimed in, “once we distract the guards in the towers you’ll make your way down the hills, storming the unguarded left side.”

Ubbe and Hvitserk nodded in understanding.

I can’t take this anymore.

Without warning, you walked away from the map, turning your back towards everyone. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Kyle was the first to ask.

You threw your hands up in the air in exasperation and turned to face Kyle and the Ragnarssons. “This isn’t going to work,” you practically yelled.

Ivar inched forward, a look of worry evident in his features. “And why not?”

As quickly as possible, you racked your brain for a possible answer. “Becuase,” you started, unsure of where you were heading with your remark, “because--”

“Becuase you are planning on using brute force,” Kyle finished for you. You silently thanked him for it. “I was going to bring it up,” he continued, “but I wanted to see just how good your plan would be.” Your eyebrows knitted at the air os self-importance he’d suddenly obtained I think he might be enjoying being a God a little too much.

Ivar eyed the crude map. “Brute force,” he quietly repeated to himself as he thought over his battle plans.

Ubbe crossed his arms and looked from you to Kyle, then back to you. “What would you suggest we do then?”

You lifted your chin up in the air, mirroring Kyle’s demeanor. “That is for you to tell us. We,” you motioned towards Kyle, “would like to see if you are worthy of our help.”

“Of course we are worthy,” Hvitserk intervened, “we are son’s of Ragnar Lothbrok, the direct descendant of the All-Father.”

“Even so,” you continued, “you cannot expect to ride on the tails of glory your father held before you.”

Ivar looked up from the map, directly at you. “Of course not,” he agreed, “we will prove to you that the Gods are right for choosing us.” You could see an idea forming behind his eyes. “And I have the perfect way to show you just how worthy we are of your help,” he bowed his head and turned towards a man dressed in rags that stood by the tent’s only opening. “Gather as many slaves as possible,” he commanded, “tonight we will prove out worth with a great sacrifice.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. I think I’m about to throw up. This is going too far.

It’s been a super long time since I last posted, so just let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in this anymore :)

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nastybuckybarnes · 7 years ago

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Quiet (Part Seven)

A Bucky X Fem!Reader series. 7/16

Summary: Steve Rogers makes an accidental discovery while on a simple hydra base raid. You. He brings you back to the Avengers Tower where they all try to figure you out. Your... interesting way of communicating makes that especially hard. Until one super-soldier proves otherwise.

Series warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Pregnancy, Injuries, Violence, Sickness, a few mild spoilers (maybe), Nudity, Embarrassment,

Chapter warnings: Fluff, Panic Attack, Minor Injury

Word Count: 2,176

A/N: It’s getting spicy and fluffy! About damn time! I’m gonna be a little slow over the next few days but I’ll try to stay active. I’m thinking that while I have writers block with this series I’ll publish some one shots of other Avengers and Bucky. Mostly Bucky. I love Bucky.

SERIES MASTERLIST

You wake up on the couch in the dark. Shuddering violently at the intrusive thoughts from being absolutely alone in the dark, you get up quickly and run to the wall.

F.R.I.D.A.Y?

"Yes?"

Could you turn on some lights please?

The room gets illuminated quickly and you blink a few times as your eyes adjust. When they do, you walk to the kitchen and grab a large glass of water to try and help ease your nerves.

After drinking it all, you place your hand against the wall again.

Where is everyone?

"Peter is in his room. Vision is in his room. The rest of the Avengers are out on a mission."

You nod to yourself and bite your bottom lip, pondering what to do next.

The elevator doors ding and you jump, spinning around to the sound.

"Whoa. Easy. I didn't mean to scare you." Peter raises his hands up in surrender. You take a deep breath and smile at him.

"You're up awfully early," he notes. You wave him forwards and he rolls his sleeve up, offering you his arm.

I could say the same about you.

He chuckles. "Yeah. Tony had F.R.I.D.A.Y. wake me up when you got up so that you wouldn't be afraid or something." He rubs his eyes and yawns.

Peter you can go back to sleep. I'll be fine.

He shakes his head and sighs. "I'm already up. No point trying to get back to sleep now."

Fine. When should they be back?

Peter chuckles and glances at his watch. "Probably a few hours. But it'll be great. You and I can do... fun stuff I guess." You giggle and nod. "But I got homework..." He groans and rubs his eyes.

Let me help. I'm sure with the both of us working together it'll go by quickly.

He grins and nods, walking to the elevator. "I'll be right back with my homework. It's... a lot." He warns. You roll your eyes and sigh as he disappears behind the closed elevator doors.

Your mind wanders to Bucky as you make yourself a mug of tea.

Butterflies invade your organs and a blush heats your cheeks as you think about him and how nice he's been.

You compare him to the others and knaw on the inside of your cheek.

There's something about the way he treats you, it's different than the way the others treat you; different than the way he treats the others. More tender and gentle.

You think about his gentle eyes... his plump lips... his fantastic jawline... his toned body...

Everything about him.

A thud behind makes you spin around and gasp.

"God I need to wear a cowbell or something. I'll end up giving you a heart attack," Peter mutters. You smile and sit next to him at the counter, reading what he's doing.

Oh. Math. Easy.

He chuckles. "Alright then let's get started."

With that, you begin helping Peter with his homework.

"Hey how do you know so much about all of this?" You smile and touch his arm gently.

When others would touch me I'd get a lot of information from their mind. Including their knowledge. It would give me a horrible, horrible headache at the time. But after the headache left... the knowledge stayed.

Peter gawks at you.

"That's so amazing! C-can you like, pick what you want to like, take from their minds?" You nibble your bottom lip and sigh.

I can but it's difficult and causes a lot of pain.

"And you can transfer your thoughts by just touching someone?"

You shake your head and frown slightly.

Not so much anymore. Now I can choose to transfer my thoughts. It's hard not to though. It gives me a lot of really terrible headaches.

Peter nods and continues his homework.

"Hey can I ask you something?" You nod. "Are you and Bucky together?" Your cheeks flush bright crimson and Peter laughs "I knew it! I totally knew it!" You shake your head furiously at him.

No no no! Bucky's my friend. Nothing more.

Peter smirks.

"But you wish you were more."

You say nothing as your entire face turns red.

"It's fine. Your secret is safe with me." He winks at you and you smile, relieved.

Thank you Peter.

The teen smiles, a faint blush painting his cheeks.

A few hours later the quinjet lands outside on the helipad.

Peter grins and watches you as you watch the others exit and walk inside the tower.

Your eyes scan over them quickly, checking for any wounds.

Your eyes zone in on a bloody patch on Bucky's uniform and you look up at his face frantically. He notices your state of panic and smiles, waving you over. Your hand finds his arm.

Are you alright?

He chuckles and walks to the elevator with Bruce. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little knick. I've had worse." His eyes flash down to his metal arm and you bite your lip.

Are you sure?

"Yes (Y/n). Don't worry I'm alright. I promise."

Sighing you let the subject drop as the doors open to the infirmary. You follow the two men inside and sit beside Bucky. "Just take off your top layers so I can stitch you up." Bruce washes his hands shakily.

You walk over to him and gently place your hand on his forearm.

I'm capable of stitching up his wound. I can tell you need some time to yourself.

Bruce smiles weakly at you and nods gently.

"I'll be in my office if you need anything," he whispers, giving you a small hug before hurrying off.

"Where's he going?" Bucky asks in confusion. You turn to him and freeze, taking in his muscles for a moment before composing yourself and washing your hands.

"You're gonna stitch me up?" He asks as you grab a needle and medical thread. You nod and walk over to him, touching his chest lightly.

I'm surprised Tony doesn't have some kind of machine to repair tissue.

Bucky chuckles. "He did but it got destroyed by Thor when he helped make Vision." You nod and grab a sterilizing wipe. You clean the blood up from around the wound then wipe over it gently. When Bucky doesn't flinch you clean it more in depth.

Your fingers peak off the cloth and brush against his skin.

What happened?

He sighs and you look up at him through your lashes.

"Wanda was distracted. I pushed her out of the way of a bullet and got hit instead." You nod and get back to work.

Once it's cleaned you press your hand against his side.

I'm apologizing in advance. I need to touch you to keep myself steady and I may share some awkward things...

He chuckles and runs his metal fingers through his hair. "Don't worry."

You take a deep breath and focus on sowing up his wound while placing your fingers against his skin to steady yourself. The tips of your fingers rest on his abs and you inhale deeply again.

"Where did you learn this?" Bucky asks and you're thankful for the slight distraction.

When others were forced to touch me and share their minds with me... I learned a lot. From scientists and doctors and other people like that.

You explain telepathically.

He nods and you purse your lips as you near the end of his wound.

Good God.

Bucky chuckles and your face heats up.

This is so embarrassing. I feel so exposed right now. You can hear everything I'm thinking. And a lot of it is about you and your fantastic body.

Bucky throws his head back and laughs. "Doll, it's alright. I'm... intruding in your mind. I'm not gonna make fun if you for what you think. No one else's mind is ever this vulnerable." You smile lightly.

He's kind and attractive. God he's perfect. Is there anything he's not good at?

Bucky smiles lightly and you groan.

Why am I like this? The first guy I've ever become friends with and I totally blow it by telling him how totally hot he is with my mind!

"Darlin' look at me." You sigh and look up at him. "You're not making me feel awkward or bad or anything. I'm not gonna judge you or avoid you or anything." He gently touches your cheek with his metal hand.

I'm so exposed to you right now. I don't like it.

He smiles and places his flesh hand on your arm.

There. We're both exposed.

You smile and continue stitching him up.

She looks so cute when she focuses. Her little lip bite and eyebrow thing. Adorable. Wait... can you hear me?

You giggle softly and look up at him.

Yeah. I can.

His face turns red and you finish stitching him, cleaning everything up and then standing in front of him.

How does it feel?

He stands up and walks around a bit before coming back to you and holding your waist. He hoists you up so that you're sitting on the cot and gently strokes your face.

"Good as new. Thank you," he murmurs gently. You nod, your eyes on his pink lips. His tongue darts out to wet them and he pushes himself forwards to stand between your legs.

He cups your cheeks with his hands and leans closer to you.

Her lips are so perfect.

You shiver and look up at his eyes.

I wanna taste them.

This time it's less of a thought to himself and more of a question to you, asking for permission.

You gently caress his cheek with the back of your hand and look down.

I'm frightened.

"Why?"

God she's perfect.

You bite your bottom lip and look up at him.

You're the first man to ever... touch me like this. And I like it.

He smiles and leans down, your noses brushing against each other.

"I like it too."

Your eyes flutter closed and you sigh, feeling dizzy at the proximity to Bucky with virtually no mental barriers.

The elevator dings and you push Bucky away from you, throwing yourself back in the process. You fall off the cot and land on the linoleum floor with a thud.

“(Y/n)! Are you alright?" Steve jogs to you and helps you to your feet. You look at Bucky and nod gently, turning back to the Captain.

"I just wanted to check see how Bucky is."

You nod towards the shirtless super soldier then hurry to the elevator.

"(Y/n) wait!"

The doors close and you sigh, pressing the button for the top floor.

About halfway there you press the emergency stop button and sit on the floor, leaning your head against the wall as the elevator comes to a halt between floors.

What just happened?! Did I just... oh god now what??

Your anxiety levels rise substantially and you press your hand against the wall.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. I need someone. Not Bucky.

"What is the issue?" the AI inquires.

I think I'm having a panic attack. I.... I need someone. Please. But not everyone. God. Oh God. Oh God.

"Assistance is on the way."

You curl yourself into a ball and rock yourself back and forth as your heart race increases still.

The elevator doors get pried open and Steve and Tony stand a floor above you.

"(Y/n)?" Steve asks while jumping down into the elevator with you.

"What's happening? Friday told us you need immediate assistance."

Tony drops down into the elevator and gently places his hand against your shoulder.

You reach to them with shaky hands as tears streak down your cheeks.

I-I think I told B-Bucky th-that I l-like him. It was an accident a-and now I'm scared b-because he's the f-first guy I've ever h-had feelings for.

Steve smiles lightly and pulls you into a tight hug. Tony joins in and you sigh.

"Don't worry. Bucky's a good guy. He'll never hurt you," Steve whispers into your hair.

"Yeah. And if he does then we'll hurt him back," Tony adds. You giggle and pull away slightly.

But what do I do? I mean, I like him a lot and I've never felt this way before and I want to be with him and around him.

"Sounds like you've caught feelings. Hard. I advise you to just talk to him about it. Er... tell him? Communicate with him." Tony smiles sheepishly and you nod.

Alright. Steve C-can you bring him to the commons area?

Steve nods and kisses your cheek quickly as Tony restarts the elevator. He guides you to the couch as the doors open and sits you down.

"Just be straight up with him. He's... a good guy. No matter what I may say. He's good."

SERIES MASTERLIST

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #steve rogers #bucky x reader #tony stark #reader inserts #stony

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roxannarambles · 7 years ago

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Acquired Taste - Epilogue

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Title: Acquired Taste

Author: Roxanna Rambles

Summary: When Heath defected from Bern’s wyvern knights and joined Eliwood’s group, he was very keen on keeping to himself, and for the most part, that was easy to do. However, a particular ex-assassin insisted on hounding him. It was extremely annoying. Heath hated it. And there was no way that was going to change. Nope.

Prev. Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter11 Chapter 12

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Dawn was just beginning to break, low-floating clouds painted shades of pink and peach. Castle Pherae, perched atop a hill overlooking the town below, was only just starting to stir to life, a few early-risers going about their day. The grounds outside the castle still showed signs of the recent celebrations, confetti and debris sprinkled about, booths and seating areas still not cleared away entirely. Some of the castle staff were already getting to work with cleaning up the remaining mess or attending to other tasks.

A man with long, flowing lavender hair and a ragged cape was passing through the castle gardens, the morning dew of the rosebushes brushing against his pants as he moved past. He strode as if he had a destination intently in mind, but as he reached the center of the garden, he paused and surveyed the castle gardens contemplatively. His eye followed a few stray flower petals drifting down lazily into the koi pond, and the big, lumbering fish that nibbled curiously at them. He took a moment just to listen to the world around him. His heather eyes focused on nothing in particular as he drifted into reverie.

"UNCLE LEGAAAAULT!"

The man startled at the sudden shriek echoing across the garden, and turned to see the green-haired young woman in a purple cape bounding through the flowerbeds like her life depended upon it. She crashed full tilt into the man, throwing her arms about him in a hug and nearly knocking him backwards into the koi pond.

"Goodness gracious, Nino! We're both going to end up going for a swim if you aren't careful."

"DON'T GO!" she replied, squeezing him with her little arms. He smiled and patted her back.

"Nino, we talked about all of this yesterday. I wouldn't leave and never return again. We'll come back to visit, I promise."

She pulled out of her death-grip hug and looked up at him, sniffling.

"I-I know. But . . . it's going to be so lonely without you."

Legault put a hand on her shoulder and kindly guided her over to one of the garden benches near the pond. As he sat down beside her, he said,

"You won't be lonely. You're going to have all sorts of people around keeping you company. What about Jaffar? And Jan? And all the new friends you've made? Eliwood tells me that Erk has been helping you learn to read magic tomes. That sounds wonderful."

The young woman swung her feet restlessly and gazed down at the ground.

"It is. They've all been so nice to me. I'm . . . I'm so happy to have so many friends."

She pouted and looked up at him.

"But I still don't want you to go. There's not many people left from the Black Fang anymore. I still want my family around. A-after what happened with Mother and Father . . . a-and Linus, and Lloyd . . ."

Legault's expression darkened. He never knew what to say to this poor, sweet child when her bright eyes were clouded by pain that no one her age should have to endure. Any of his words seemed entirely meaningless in the face of that.

He slowly drew in a breath and spoke to her softly.

"I know."

After a moment, he added,

"But that's part of what we're doing. There could still be some Black Fang scattered out there. We can help them. It isn't . . ."

He sighed.

"Nothing we do can bring the others back. But maybe we can at least find the pieces that remain."

"Then bring me with you," Nino said in a rush,

"I can be useful, I promise! I can help you find them!"

"Nino," he answered kindly,

"You know I can't take you. It's going to be way too dangerous. That sort of life isn't for someone your age."

Nino seemed to bite back tears.

"You think I can't be useful?"

Legault shook his head,

"That isn't what I mean. You're a very talented young lady, I'm certain. But you deserve a life of stability. A chance to laugh, and play, and grow. Pherae will be perfect for you."

The young mage sighed, still frustrated, but she seemed to understand. After staring at the koi for a little while, she spoke up,

"All right, but you'd better write letters and stuff! And don't forget to visit! And also, be careful! You have to not die when you're out helping people, okay?"

Legault chuckled, leaning casually back against the bench.

"Don't worry. I have a very strong, very brave wyvern knight to watch my back."

She seemed to perk up at the mention.

"You mean Heath? He seems really nice! Whenever I talk to him, he doesn't say much, though."

"Mmm, well. He can be a quiet fellow. He just takes some time to open up to new people."

"He let me pet his wyvern, though!" Nino said, looking very enthusiastic. Legault smiled.

"That's a good place to start."

Nino went back to kicking her feet idly.

"You must be really good friends, 'cos I always see you both together. And you're going away together."

"Mmhmm. We are."

Legault gazed contemplatively out at the koi pond, his thoughts shifting over the recent, unexpected course his life had taken. After a while, he murmured,

"I'm not sure exactly what I did to deserve him, but I'm determined to try and keep doing it."

Nino blinked at him a moment, and then smiled goofily.

"You really like him, huh?"

Legault seemed to snap out of his daydreaming and straightened up a little in his seat.

"Er, well . . ."

"Does that mean I'm gonna get a new uncle?! Are you gonna get married?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Nino."

The girl gave him a scrutinizing look.

"Is that a yes or a maybe?"

Legault's gaze shifted nervously across the garden, and his eye fell upon a familiar figure moving across the castle grounds. He cleared his throat.

"Ah, speak of the devil. Maybe don't mention this last part of the conversation to Heath, Ni--"

"UNCLE HEATH!" Nino shouted gleefully, springing up from her seat and bounding over to the approaching knight. Legault sighed and followed after her, muttering,

"Ahh, hell."

The mage smacked into Heath's legs and hugged him, laughing. Heath gazed down at her, looking mildly puzzled.

"Um . . . hello, Nino."

His eyes lifted up to Legault as he approached and he added,

"I was wondering where you'd gotten to. We can delay if you need some extra time for farewells."

Upon reaching them, Legault leaned in a little and kissed Heath on the cheek near his ear, much to Nino's glee. He answered cheerfully,

"'Morning! That's okay. It's probably for the best not to make things too drawn out."

The knight glanced away, mumbling in an embarrassed tone,

"Legault. Not in front of the kid."

Legault chuckled.

"She's seen much worse."

Nino giggled and Heath shifted uncomfortably a moment before saying,

"Well, uh . . . I have Hyperion all packed up and ready to go, if you are."

Legault nodded.

"Ok, Nino. We're going to be on our way now."

"Wait!" she protested, looking dramatically between them,

"I want to see you take off! And I want to say goodbye to Hyperion too!"

The thief smiled down at her.

"All right, all right. Come along then."

The mossy-green wyvern was saddled up and waiting at the edge of the hill overlooking the town, knawing on a stick and looking bored. Nino jumped a little as they came upon her and she excitedly asked Heath permission to pet the beast; he nodded and she bounded over. She spent a little while cooing at the reptile and patting its snout, and Legault knew she mostly just wanted to delay the inevitable. Still, he felt she certainly deserved a few minutes of that peace.

When he felt they'd waited long enough, he gently coaxed the girl over, telling her it was time they get going. She flung herself at Legault again and hugged him fiercely, and then did the same for Heath.

Pulling out of the hug, she told him seriously,

"You be careful too! Help lots of people, but don't forget to take care of each other, too."

Heath smiled at her. He replied sincerely:

"I give you my word."

As Heath climbed into Hyperion's saddle, Legault commented,

"Ooh. You can count on that, Nino. I can't think of anything more sure in this world than Heath's word."

Nino started waving as Legault hopped up in the saddle behind Heath.

"Byyye!"

Legault returned the wave and warned her to step back a few paces so Hyperion wouldn't whack her with a tail. He felt hands take his own, and Heath wrapped Legault's arms around him.

"It's windy up there today, so hold on tight to me," he explained, settling Legault's hands on his waist. The knight looked at him over his shoulder, shooting him a dashing half-smile.

"I'd be pretty upset if I lost you up there."

Legault grinned, pulling himself close against Heath.

"Don't worry," he said to him,

"I'll be sure never to let go."

As the sun rose over Elibe, the wyvern took off into the sky.

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THE END

#fire emblem #fe7 #legault #heath #legault/heath #mystuff #fanfic

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marvelous-heroimagines · 7 years ago

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Hard To Forget

Requested by: Anonymous (Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: Angst, unrequited love/heartbreak, pre-smut, swearing

A/N: Based off of Kept Me Crying by HAIM I hope this is okay, not sure if this is the type of fic the requester was expecting, but it’s what I felt was right

ModernAU

“You’re leaving?” you try not to sound hurt, but you can’t hide the disappointment in your tone,

“Sorry, doll,” Bucky says, pulling on his jeans, “I’ve got an early one tomorrow,”

“Oh... Okay,” you say, watching him get dressed and gather his belongings. You can’t think of anything to make him stay, so you watch him leave, “Drive safe,” you call from your bed,

You get no response, just the sound of your apartment door closing behind him. You sit up in bed, still naked and feeling vulnerable. Dragging your knees up, you wrap your arms around them and bury your head in your knees.

This wasn’t a knew position to be in. You and Bucky had been sleeping together for months now, and friends for even longer. It’d started after a drunken night together, and didn’t stop.

You wanted to cry, feeling abandoned and lonely, but you’d cried so much over Bucky that you didn’t have any left. So you just sit on your bed, letting the cool air hold you instead of your best friend, who you’d fallen for.

Every time you saw Bucky you wanted to ask what the two of you were doing. Was it just sex to him? Or did he love you? You hoped it was latter, and you didn’t want to think of how heartbroken you’d be if it was the former. But now that you and Bucky were sleeping together, the only time the two of you were alone was when you were naked. You tell yourself that you just hadn’t had the right opportunity to ask him, but a part of you knew that you were scared to hear the answer. If you didn’t ask, you didn’t have to accept a response that would break your heart.

So you convinced yourself that friends with benefits was better than nothing. Even though you were left feeling lonely and worthless every time.

A week came and went without even so much as a text from Bucky, as usual. Before you and Bucky took your friendship to the next level, he constantly texted, called or visited you; but now that the two of you were intimate, he only seemed to contact you when he wanted some.

You were relaxing after a stressful week at work, a glass of wine in your hand and channel surfing. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy, tiredness creeping up. It was after midnight, and you know you should get some rest; but the hope that Bucky would call was stopping you from going to sleep.

As if on cue, your phone vibrates against your wooden coffee table. You instantly grab it, and sure enough Bucky’s name was flashing. You watch it ring for a few seconds, considering letting it ring out. But you can’t stop yourself from accepting the call and bringing it to your ear.

“You’re up late,” you say into the phone,

“You at home?” Bucky asks, his words slurring a little, telling you he’d had a few too many drinks. Your heart wrenches at his first words, he wasn’t dancing around the subject anymore. You hum a confirmation, “Can I come by?”

“Sure,” you mumble, a little annoyed that your friendship with Bucky had transformed into nothing more than a booty call, but you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted him, it just hurt that he only wanted you when it was late enough to forget.

Bucky knocks on your front door 10 minutes later, telling you he’d either been at a bar nearby, or he’d already been on his way when he rang.

“Hey, doll,” he purrs, leaning against your front door frame, “Why aren’t you out?”

“Stressful week at work,” you tell him, stepping aside to let him shuffle into your apartment, “Just needed to relax at home,”

“Well,” he starts, his voice low and full of seduction, “I can help you destress,”

He leans in and kisses you, hard, before you can say another word. The moment his lips touch yours, you can taste the alcohol and your knees go weak. He had such a pull over you, you were like putty in his hands.

He picks you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He sways a little, but stays standing; a great feat considering how much he’d probably had to drink. A small voice in your head pleads you to stop the kiss, to jump off him and demand answers to the question that was eating you alive; but your need for him overrides your logic. He carries you to your bedroom, and you were in too deep to stop this now.

As usual, Bucky doesn’t stick around to cuddle to stay over. You silently watch him as he searches for his t-shirt, and that small voice in your head that constantly knawed at you about asking him starts to shout. He hadn’t even left yet and you were already feeling lonely and abandoned.

“Bucky,” you suddenly say, you had no idea how to word your question, but it was too late now to keep quiet. Bucky turns around, still shirtless, “What is this?” your voice is low and trembles a little.

Bucky’s shoulder’s visibly slump as a sigh escapes him, “Y/N-”

“Because I’ve fallen in love with you,” you couldn’t stop yourself from telling him the truth. And the way he shuffles uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at you, makes you regret ever opening your mouth,

“Y/N-” he starts again, but now you’d finally said something, you couldn’t stop,

“I need to know if this is something more than just a fuck to you,” you tell him, “Because I love you, and you make me feel like I’m just a convenient piece of ass when you can’t get any,”

Bucky stays silent for a few minutes, he’s acting as if you didn’t just lay your heart on the line, like you didn’t just tell him the one thing that you’d been holding back for months. He spots his shirt and pulls it on. His eyes finally land on you as tears start to well in your eyes. Silence was never a good sign.

Bucky lets out a long sigh, as if he’d been holding his head, and his eye sight drifts to the floor, “Please don’t do this,” he all but whispers,

“Just tell me if you love me,” you demand. You were starting to feel nauseous, you weren’t going to completely give up hope until he told you a straight answer. He’s silent again, and his lack of response was beginning to frustrate you, “Just tell me,” you say boldly,

“No,” Bucky answers, “Y/N, you’re a good friend, but... I don’t love you,”

You can swear you hear your heart breaking. Everything you feared had come true, and now all you could do was stare at the man you loved as he confessed those feelings were unrequited.

“Are you-” he begins,

“I’ve cried for too long over you,” you announce, praying that you don’t start crying in that second. He’d broken your heart, but you were determined to show your strong side, “Every time you rang, drunk and in the early hours of the morning, I thought that maybe this was the time you’d realise you loved me... I was an idiot,”

“Doll-”

“Don’t,” you warn, your tone blunt and deep, “I never want to see you again,”

“Y/N, don’t be like this,” he begs,

“You’ve kept me crying for too long,” you tell him, “Please leave,”

Bucky looks like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but he wasn’t moving. You jump out of bed and throw on a robe.

“Just go,” you tell him, your voice raising as you point to your bedroom door. He slowly nods, and shuffles out. You follow him, just make sure he was truly going.

Bucky reaches the door, his hand grasping the knob, but he turns around.

“You’re going to be hard to forget,” he mumbles. He makes a quick escape, determined to have the last word.

The moment the door closes, you immediately lock it; just in time as the tears you’d been holding back break free. You let out your sobs, your back sliding down the door. You were never going to see Bucky again, someone who had meant so much. He’d broken you, but the weight of not knowing the truth is lifted from your shoulders. You might be hurting right now, but at least you had the chance to move on.

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