#like cassie being so fucking relieved because after everything

[nebuladreamz]

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[gretahayes]

love ur repair shop au love all ur yj stuff <33 what kind of hero adventures would happen/how often would they happen? idk just any thoughts abt it bc it seems so cute and nice

so I've already mentioned dimension shenanigans, but also supernatural shenanigans?? every now and then obviously there's some major crisis that sends one/all of them back home or like an alien invasion, but mostly it's dimension and supernatural stuff. need these kids to not have Any main nemesis', no jokers or eobards (I would go evil too if my name was fucking EOBARD) or luthors or cheetahs or big giant monsters, nobody dedicating their life to hurt them.

bart's shaken awake at two am by a grumpy tim tromping into the bedroom and saying theres a dimensional rift opening up in their living room. bart deals with it then comes back to see tim's taken his place in the cuddle pile so he wiggles in between cassie and kon (didn't betray him) and wakes all of them up in the process. they get back to sleep eventually but half on top of bart as revenge (it doesn't work, bart likes the pressure) then cassie cracks open an eye to ask, "hey, why were you even up?" and they're back awake again.

they've got to deal with wayward spirits and confused ghosts, plus people who got dragged through the thin spot in space time their shop is based in. bart multitasks by also keeping an eye on it, so wally can't mind his business west has no reason to keep popping in. speedsters are still their most reoccuring visitors because it's a convenient place to dimension hop so bart's learnt to suck it up.

their hero stuff is less big flashy monsters and tech geniuses. its supernatural stuff they have to deal with, and it sent everyone off-kilter a bit because this is Odd yeah but so relieving actually?? nobody waiting to stab them in the back except for the creepy vampire that's been following them all day, and they can deal with that well enough. a huge but needed change of pace.

kon's got the neatest handwriting because bart and tim both scrawl unintelligibly (the consequences of being geniuses whose brains move too fast for their hands), cassie scribbles only barely legibly (why does this girl write like she's always in a hurry?) and kon's handwriting is neat because he cares about how it looks. the others don't really—they can make it look nice, tim especially, but you have to understand; they can't be bothered. so kon tends to do all the writing for everything, and thank god for ttk otherwise he'd have permanent hand cramps.

they have a garden! it took a lot of trial and error, but now they're finally growing more things than they kill (it took several trips to the farm to figure that out—books didn't help much against their non-existent green thumbs. they're not complaining though, they love ma and pa).

of course, they're still called home for big events and all brought together when there's a huge world-ending event or whatever, but their shop and their home are sort of a break from that, y'know? after a long day of saving humanity they shed their armor and collapse in a pile together and know there's nothing that'll hurt them as they are, right then and there. and that's reassuring.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Okay so Castaway AU is a Jurassic Bark (Roxy x Chica x Monty polyship) AU where it has a similar setup to Sims 2 Castaway in that everyone was on a boat and a freak storm separates everyone onto three different islands. Basically, all of the animatronics from SB, Vanessa, Gregory and Cassie spread out over three islands, though this is subject to change in that, it'd be a lot to cover. Anyway.

This would take place in a universe where they're all furry people, with Vanessa being a rabbit, lioness, or a cat, Gregory as a cat and Cassie as either some kind of spaniel dog, or a mutt of some kind, or possibly a coyote or something I dunno haven't got that far.

Almost everyone was on the boat to celebrate Freddy's birthday. Roxy was there because Bonnie was nervous hanging out with the bear he has feelings for on his own and begged her for almost a solid month to come with. He now owes her several meals, video games and fuck knows what else but she's here and that's what he wanted. They're adopted siblings in this btw as they are in most things I do like this. Gregory is Vanessa's adopted kid so when Freddy invited her and DJ, naturally, their kids were invited too. Cassie was invited because Gregory went behind Vanessa's back and asked Freddy if he could invite his bestie and this bear has never said no to a child in his life. Everyone else? There for Freddy.

The focus would be on the first group, Chica, Monty, Poppet (a Mini Music Man), Roxy and Cassie. Chica wakes up on a beach all alone. She panics, and starts to search for someone, anyone else. The boat is washed up, upside down on jagged rocks nearby, but she doesn't think to check it, her brain scrambled and assuming that the others must have washed up somewhere like she did. She searches the beach up and down, before entering the gloomy looking forest. She finds some food and gets jumpscared by the local wildlife a bit before running into Monty.

They're so excited to see each other. They'd met on the boat and hit it off instantly, talking about this and that for at least a few hours before the storm hit. As it turns out, Monty had been swimming around the island searching the beaches for anyone else while she'd been in the forest and he hadn't seen anyone. He thought he was gonna be on his own this whole time, he's so relieved he's not! He explains that the island is fairly small and the two of them return to searching for the others.

They come up empty handed, but have a much better idea of the layout of the island now so that's nice. They head back to Chica's beach where the boat is, and start gathering up everything they can before night hits. They find all sorts of things washed up on the beach from the boat, along with driftwood and seashells that are helping lift the mood. The tide is out when they hear a noise coming from the boat they were gonna check in the morning.

Poppet is standing on top of the boat, whistling his little heart out to them. The two rush over and figure that someone else is still in the boat and Poppet had managed to get out to find help. Poor lil guy is beat up from his efforts and is frantically trying to show them where this person is... and after some serious struggling to get Chica into the boat, it's discovered that it's Roxanne, who neither of them really know all too well outside of Bonnie. Turns out, she was below deck the entire party and that's why Chica didn't even know she was there, and she's been baking alive in the underside of this boat in direct sunlight all day so yeah with her thick coat of fur? She's melted.

They're heavily relying on the boat not exploding with the lights on to get Roxy out since it's dark out. When they finally get her out, she's taken down to the beach, given one of the hammocks that Monty and Chica built earlier, a coconut or something to drink from and some fruit to eat. She's just glad to be out of that fucking deathtrap they call a boat that she didn't even want to be on and she's stuck here with fucking heat exhaustion from. Instead of being mad about that though, naturally, she's way more concerned about her brother, who she'll eventually return to making threats about murdering if the storm didn't already.

Come morning, Chica and Monty go and search the boat for supplies and anything they might be able to use, while Poppet keeps the fire going and Roxy... sleeps because fuck mornings. When she wakes up, she goes off exploring, searching for any sign of Bonnie or Poppet's siblings she can possibly find. She finds a ledge over the ocean that she can distantly see another island from and wonders if maybe the others wound up over there... and also a small storage container on the beach nearby. She heads down onto the sand to investigate and after discovering it's not completely on dry land, rather than walk through the shallows to it, she makes a lasso out of vine or whatever else she's got nearby and spends like... thirty minutes trying to loop it around the box and then drag it out of the water.

Curiously, Roxy opens the container and falls the kid she remembers seeing Gregory playing with a few times. Roxy has no idea what to do, and struggles to wake her up before rushing her back to the others. Roxy put her in her hammock, gives her coconut water, fruit and Poppet lends her his brother's plush bumblebee he found on the boat. It takes a few days of cold, damp leaves on her head and under her arms to cool her down, and a lot of water before she makes her recovery. Almost instantly, she takes a shine to Roxy, who's wandering around the island most of the day, and howling at the top of her lungs in the hopes her brother can hear her.

As Roxy's attention is dragged back to those that are still here though, she tries not to get too close to Cassie... and fails miserably. The kid was on the boat on her own for goodness sake! There's no need to worry about her dad surviving but she's still hoping and waiting for him to find her. She sits on that rocky ledge with Roxy, watching the horizon for her dad on a boat to take her home while Roxy howls for Bonnie to still be alive. She tries to howl with her and is almost immediately, unknowingly to both of them, taken under Roxy's wing as she helps her howl louder and clearer than she was before.

There's a lot they can do here but I've been writing this for ages so imma leave it and go do something else for a bit lmao see ya

[starshipsofstarlord]

God is With You, Even as You’re Sinning

Pairing | Sam Winchester x reader

Summary | it was your first time not killing a monster, and in its place, taking the life of one of your own. Guilt entraps you, and it is up to Sam to break you out of your pitiful hypnosis.

Warnings | mentions of death, blood, angst, guilt, some smut, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative unprotected sex, fingering, swearing, mentions of murder

Requested ✖️

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Fuck God. This was all his fault, everything was to be fair. He had left the world to continue on its own accord, the apocalypse threatening to spill over the planet and destroy it and all beauty that was lingering through the existence of humans.

They killed each other, and the creator of all could care less. It was his smallest problem, he didn’t mind that the murderer was succumbed to guilt, or how many restless nights that he or she endured. God was cruel, even if he held up a facade of being your ally, and trying his hardest as he supposed, to be your friend.

Your hands shook as you remembered the entailment of your mistake. It was a slip up, a vast and surreal experience that people usually learned from. But what were you supposed to do, not kill a human again? Yeah you had gotten that, after all, the initial deed had not at all been intentional.

There was the victim’s blood dried upon the outer layer of your skin, casting you in the perfect image of murderous intent. However, you had no thirst to kill, instead, your hunting of monsters, alike to many others partaking in a similar lifestyle, executed the mythical beasts to protect the human population.

It pained you truly, to know that you had killed a person. You hadn’t even spared the familiar body a second glance, and out of panic, you fled the scene, leaving the body of the city cleaner in the gutter, laying in the remnants of his friends’ and family’s waste, burying him in their crude excrement.

The thought alone, and the sight that was engrained in the peripheral of your mind had you feeling sick. Slowly, you plodded down the steps of the bunker’s entrance, surely leaving footprints trademarked in all kinds of grotesque evidence.

Without much care for what lay heavily inside, you dropped your duffel from your shoulder, allowing it to fall on the ground with a disgruntled clatter. Nothing meant anything anymore, not if you were indeed a real killer. Whilst some monsters had weaselled their way into society, ending their pathetic attempts at normality was different than taking away the life of an innocent and mortal bystander.

Often, with the darker and crueler species, there were reasons as to why they pretended to be of human birth. Mostly, it was so that they could feed from the naive flock, or kill for their own amusement. Either way, none of their reasons were good.

But now, you thought of yourself as no different than them. A creature that needed to be put down for their crimes. Filing, you breathed in, only inhaling the various moulds of putridity that was weaved into your hair, and stuck to your skin like a face mask.

“Should I call you Cassie now?” At the joke, a laugh from the speaker was triggered. He was quite amused with the sight of you, and thus, you sneered at the tall man, hating him a little bit more than usual.

“Your pop culture references aren’t appreciated Winchester, it’s more Dean’s street.” Shoving past him, his high shoulder floundered back at the harsh and ignorant impact, an expression of offence covering his stupid face. Like a fawn, he tumbled after you, watching as you walked sullenly into the kitchen, yanking the door to the fridge open, and extracting one of his brother’s store bought beers.

“I’m going to guess the hunt went bad.” Sam speculated, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, and staring expectedly down at where you popped the cap off the bottle recklessly with your teeth. He almost winced at the sight, but he wished to keep this arrogant demeanour up with you, it was a natural desire to piss you off, and he’d be pissed at himself if he let it slip out of simple pity.

“Guess correct. Well done, you’ve won a trip to Hawaii.” You waved your free hand mockingly in the air, as the other raised the liquor to your mouth, allowing you to wilfully gulp the bitter liquid down. At his presence that remained nursing over you, you cocked a brow, leaning forwards as you expectedly looked back at the moose. “Just leave me alone Sam, I’m not in the mood for putting up with your bullshit.”

He, however, seemed not to be phased by you wanting to be left alone, and instead, quickly snatched the poison out of your hand, leaving you throughly prepared to keep him right in the balls. “What the fuck?” You all but screamed at the not so jolly giant. In turn, he crossed his arms across his chest, placing the bottle down on the island.

“I could ask you the same y/n.” His tone was dominantly serious, causing you to cower back into your shroud of guilty conscience. “Tell me what happened on that hunt, of which i told you that you shouldn’t have went on alone, since you wouldn’t have been able to handle it solo.”

You felt demeaned by his words, they sparked an anger out from the firm pit of your stomach. But you knew deep down, he was getting through to you, which was something that you had not managed to even do by yourself. Air heavily passed through and out of your nostrils, as acidic tears pooled in your eyes; a crack was falling down your walls, and out of all people, it was Sam Winchester whom had caused it.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have gone alone, but you know what, I thought of what a Winchester would do. And then I remembered, I am sure as hell not a Winchester and I don’t have a brother anymore! Not now, he didn’t even know who I was earlier, didn’t even recognise a single genetically identical hair on my head as he watched me parade through the town, the very one that I ran away from when he was a baby and I was seven, wanting to hunt a monster. Yet, i didn’t kill a damn monster Sam, I murdered my brother because you’ve been right all along, I’m not fit for this job. I am a mess, so congratulations, you finally have got me to admit the one thing that you keep reminding me of.”

“Y/n...” Sam wasn’t sure how to respond, he felt the waves of shock ripple through his body. Never so freely had you been vulnerable around him, and here you were now, with very visible tears cascading down your utterly torn face. He understood it was an accident, and the times that he and Dean had tried to kill each other under supernatural circumstances had him wondering what if.

Shaking your grime tethered head at the sound of his cracked voice, you stormed past him, and immediately raced towards the shower room, finding to your luck, which had been non existent during the rest of the day, the halls were barren of life. Walking through the door, you tore your ruined clothes off, chucking them upon the floor without much acknowledgement, before you went under the warm spray of the shower head, trying to calm yourself.

To rid your skin of its evidential accessories, you had to scrub your skin until it was immediately raw. Everything within you ached, as you flicked back to the memory of the clueless expression that had been worn by your blood brother. It was probably a good thing that he didn’t know who you were, or else, he’d have known that his own sister murdered him due to her incompetence to listen to others.

Now, you were not even sure what were your tears, and what droplets of water belonged to the shower itself. For over an hour, you basked int eh warmth that seemed unable to cure your cold blooded system, turning the spritz off, and covering your body in a fluffy towel, that you were sure belonged to someone else, but right now, you could care less about who owned what.

As you reached the door to your bedroom, you found it to be preached slightly open, and as you pushed it the rest of the way, you saw Sam sat on the corner of your bed. You held your arms around yourself, insecure on the fact that beneath the stolen towel, you were nothing more than you. A wolf in sheep’s skin.

“Can I help you?” You bitterly asked, your eyes still burning from your own faulted loss. Sam breathed in, his eyes trailing up to your face, that was naked from any gruesome cosmetics or make up. The bareness to your completion illustrated an aura of innocence, and evidence that you were the same as him - human.

“That’s my towel.” The male hunter laughed, in hopes of changing the previous and well wounded subjected to ensure that you felt better. But what was he kidding, nothing could fill the void that you had dug in your own heart, nothing was closer than the bond between siblings, even if you were considered as strangers.

“Take it back then.” Too exhausted from your gruelling day, you dropped the material, your confident action making his eyes go wide, as he tried to look away from your exposed skin to respect your boundaries. It was impossible though not to allow his hazel hues to slip up the trunks of your thighs, up to- no, that was wrong, very wrong.

You had just lost your brother, not to mention, by your own hand, and he was prone to checking out your freelancing body, taking in every curve and twisted scar that was prominent to his speculating eyes. His eyes dropped to the discarded towel, which he had purposely left on the heating rail for later use, and then, they switched back towards you.

He stood, walking behind you as you looked through comfort clothes within your dresser. A light touch of his hand brushed your hair away from your neck, as he breathed a sweet hoax of hot air upon your scare. Sam was relieved that you didn’t reject the contact, and instead, pressed his lips upon the flesh, finding succession whence you hummed deliriously to yourself.

This interaction had been inevitable for a long time, but now no longer were the suspected intentions for such an exchange to be to release well endorsed frustrations. No, he was going to clear your mind for some sensual moments, and make your pretty little head forget for a moment that you had pained yourself in the worst of ways.

Turning, you laced your hands through his chocolate locks, massaging his scalp as you pulled him closer so that your lips could endure a rougher clasp against his. There was no passion, behind each contribution there was a spur of hunger, he grasped your ass cheeks, pulling you up to be sat upon the top of your heavy dresser.

Obliging his command, you spread your legs so that he could stand between their partition, his hands now running up the windows of your thighs. For a while, the pair of you did nothing more than make out, and cup a feel here and there, but soon after, Sam dropped to his lanky knees, leaving kisses in the wake of his descent.

His thumb and forefinger spread your fluttering folds, watching as your slit squirmed for attention. Sam licked his lips at the sight, running his middle finger up the expanse, until he came to your yearning entrance. Slowly, after making sure you were wet enough, Sam slipped his digit inside, you wiggling your hips to adjust to the thrust of his one finger.

To add to the sensations that were overriding your body, he moved his mouth to closer proximity, smelling the divine aroma that pulsed out of you. It was far too addictive to not get a taste, and thus,he pulled his finger out, sucking off your juices contently.

But that small sample just wasn’t enough, which encouraged him to dive face first into your pussy - literally. His long tongue teased your folds, slurping at the lips, and then switching to your clit to heighten the stimulation. He kept up a rhythm, using it as a pattern to push you closer to that edge, and he was surely certain that you were enjoying his oral work as you ground your face against him, moaning at his succulent administrations.

“Sam.” Oh god, was it pleasant to hear his own name fall out your mouth in such an erotic manner. It was far different from the way that you usually used it to snide at him, though, the thought of your regular treatment of him aided only to spur his lustful actions on. He wanted you to cum, for your juices to run down his face in waterfalls, looking as though someone had tried to drown him.

His work would not be complete until you found it difficult to even pronounce his short name. Digging his tongue in the hood of your clit, tracing around the protective area, his fingers returned to their earlier placement, and he quickened their pace until he could hear a satisfying squelch in the air.

Rapid sounds of parted moans raked from your mouth, your chest sticking out as you breasts heaved with your heavy breathing. It was noticeable that you were close, not just from that, but you were squeezing the circulation out of his fingers. “Fuck.” Left you in the form of a squeal, as you pussy wept its juices.

Sam was quick to lap everything that left you up, once more, tasting those that clung to his fingers. He went back in for another taste, but you tightly grouped his hair, pulling him away from your sopping cunt. “Need you to fuck me Sam, now.”

In an instant, the hunter stood, working precariously on undoing the buckle of his belt, and pushing all material that covered his lower half to the bottom of his thighs. He read already hard, and oozing precum. You swept your finger across the tip of his dick, bringing it to your lips to taste his foreshadowing seed.

Sam huffed at the sight,picking his prick up in one hand, and jerking himself a couple of times. And then, he aligned himself with you, rubbing his cock around your wet crevice a couple of times, slapping his tip teasingly against your puffy clit.

“Want my cock baby?” He asked, smirking as he watched you nod your head repeatedly. With that being all the confirmation that he needed, he pushed into you,feeling even more turned on as he heard you mewl, and watched the ecstatic expression cross your face as his dick fit inside of you all the way.

He grasped your hips, pulling out once before pushing in again. He repeated the action, his own eyes rolling to the back of his head at how tight you were. This would make you forget the cruel method of god, his story was not as epic as he though, for his characters were screwing against his will, basking in a distraction rather than the regretful pain that seethed in your trodden heart.

Another thrust had your nails clasping onto Sam’s covered back, biting onto his shoulder through the plaid, as you held back the tears that were trying to creep out of your blissful eyes. A few grunts left Sam, as his pace increased, and with every thrust, which only served to fuel him further, the dresser smashed into the wall behind it, most likely leaving a decent dent within the historical architecture.

“Gonna cum.” You told him, dragging him in for another tongue filled kiss as your cunt pooled around him, coating his cock in the honey from your delicious pot. He soon followed after, and for a moment, he remained against you, allowing you to bask in the comfort of his strange presence.

And then he pulled out, watching as his distraction dripped from your entrance, trailing down your thigh in a white streak. An orgasm smile was pulled onto your face, but it was certain to not last long for when you returned to the reality that laid waiting for you to return.

Sam stepped closer again, moving his fingers towards your cunt, and pushed his seed back inside of you, watching as your puffy pussy lips swallows any part of him that it could get. He would distract you for as long as he could, and then, deal with the inevitable.

[friendlylifecherry]

Ace Attorney/Bioshock crossover case where a former Big Sister (let's just assume they got rescued too because the thought of those poor girls make me sad) is accused of killing some dude at the wrong place and the wrong time (let's just make Rapture happen around the 2000s-2026, so the timelines can match up).

The victim: Sonny Shines, small business manager who had gone out drinking the night he died. Was found dead of severe electrocution in alleyway 5 minutes after leaving the bar.

The accused: May B. Dunn, a tall, willowy East Asian woman who looks vaguely like Viola Cadaverini in terms of sheer scare factor. Looks like she came out of the Grudge movie, really, but a really nice girl once you get to know her. Still knows so many ways to kill a person it's fucking disturbing. Got arrested about 30 minutes away from the site at the hotel she and Cassie were staying at.

The witnesses:

Shirley Dunn, her twin sister who was separated from her years prior (around the modified Bioshock 1 timeframe), working as a web star called Annie Mei while going to school. She's missed her sister so much, but there's clearly some tension about how Shirley got saved and May didn't just by being in a different building that day. Looks a lot like her sister but just way cuter, like a horror artist and shoujo artist were given the same character and they drew them in their own styles.

Cassie (Cassiopeia) Clay, an absolute Black beauty and complete neurotic mess who is clearly not handling the transition topside very well. She's so fucking scared, of pretty much everything from years of propaganda, mental conditioning, abuse prior to Little Sister conversion, and just how fucking terrible Rapture was when she was growing up that she can only be secure near one of the Dunns, near a Big Daddy (former or otherwise), or when she's wearing a Big Sister suit. You need to get the suit from her luggage before she's even willing to talk and just to Athena and Trucy, that's how bad it is. Definitely has a Mood Matrix session

Mr. Fizz, former Big Daddy who has gotten work as a security guard. Witnessed part of the incident but helped to clean up the scene since he still has a soft spot for those little girls, never wanted to get poor May arrested. Built like an 18-wheeler. Fake-out killer

Jacob Walker, salaryman, friend of the victim and man completely convinced he saw May deal the final blow. Went out drinking with victim on day of the crime but they split up about 10 minutes prior. Walker realized he had left his wallet with the victim, came back to find dude collapsed and still sparking electricity (such as from Electrobolt 3) as a figure leapt away out of the alley and out of sight, like a Big Sister aided by Gene Tonics

True killer: Bobby Bailey, a young man who was friends with the former Sisters in childhood who they had all presumed died during the fall of Rapture, but was actually a failed ADAM slug implantation experiment who got recruited for a secret "Big Brother" program and is still clearly not ok years later. Has been stalking the girls for months to meet with them.

What really happened: Shirley, May, and Cassie were walking back from hanging out at a restaurant where Cassie, being really paranoid from all that trauma, feels like someone's watching them. They feel it too and decide to take a shortcut through a small alley to the hotel, where they ended up passing by the victim. The victim, way too drunk and clearly not thinking straight, tries to very aggressively hit on the girls, especially poor Shirley and Cassie.

May didn't like that and made it very clear by shoving the victim against a wall so hard it cracked his ribs (and the wall) that he better leave them the fuck alone or else they won't like what they can do to him. In that moment, Bobby, who was perched above them on the rooftop, decided that this was getting too dangerous and used his Electrobolt 3 plasmid to shock the everloving crap out of Mr. Shores, killing him right away. The girls obviously freak the hell out and Mr. Fizz came out, saw the body, and helped move it to where Mr. Walker found him while the girls ran away.

It's really not a satisfying one, more just depressing as hell how badly Rapture fucked up these poor kids. And somewhere along the line, Athena finds out that her mother, Metis, had actually gotten an invitation to Rapture but declined it and was so relieved that she didn't take it

[mrsmaybank]

Six Months - JJ x Reader Angst

Summary: After a huge fight, JJ and the reader break up. Six months later, they see each other again. 

Inspired by Born To Die by Lana Del Rey :) Listen while you read!!! 

Content: Angst

TW: Language, Angst

A/N: Kinda sucks, kinda long. Sorry :(

“JJ, I swear. Get the fuck out of my face.” 

This was your biggest fight with JJ ever. You were both stubborn, and hot-headed. Like two toxic versions of each other, and in the back of your head, you always knew this relationship was born to die. 

“Y/N fucking listen to me! You have to!” he shouted back at you.

You laughed sadistically, “That’s where your fucking wrong JJ. I do not have to listen to you! Nothing that comes out of your mouth can be trusted anyways.” You spat. 

He scoffed, “Why?”

You practically screamed. Was he seriously going to play dumb right now? “You lied to me, made me feel like shit, all so I could hear from Topper of all people, that you fired a round of shots at a Kegger at the fucking boneyard? Give me a fucking break JJ. What was going through your fucking head? Oh I know. Nothing. You don’t think before you act. And that-” You scoffed, “That’s fucking dangerous.” 

“Oh god, alright mom. This is the way I have to handle things.” He got up into your face and looked right into your eyes, “Some of us have real problems that need to be dealt with. It’s something you wouldn’t understand.”

You spoke before thinking, “I’m not your mom JJ.” You stepped away from him. “I actually give a shit about you.” 

His eyes immediately filled with rage, he ripped the necklace he’d gifted you from your neck. Throwing onto the floor before telling you coldly, “Get the fuck out of here.” 

Your eyes stung and tears flooded out, “You piece of shit.” 

You ran out of the Chateau hysterical. The pain was visceral, and hard to put into words. You hopped in your car and drove through the dark road fast, too fast. The street lights were blurred with tears as you raced out of The Cut. You never wanted to be on this side of the island again, a burning sensation that your parents and old friends were right. JJ wasn’t for you. He was a reckless and stupid piece of shit, and you couldn’t change that. You arrived at your house for the first time in days, your mother opening the door to see you in tears, with a look on your face she wouldn't forget. It was the look of heartbreak and remorse. She bit her tongue, not wanting to tell you, “I told you so.” 

You old-new friends didn’t give you that courtesy. The first time they saw you, their words were filled with fake pity and intentions of embarrassing you, with cruel jokes pointed at JJ just to see if they could get a rise out of you.

“How’d your mission trip to The Cut go?” 

“Is Pogue sex crazy?” 

“Did you feel like a Red Cross worker or something?” 

At first you’d defend The Cut, but slowly you just laughed. Your break-up with JJ made you want to be something completely different. You wanted to change everything JJ liked about you. And slowly, you did start forcing yourself to change. You shallowly enjoyed the luxuries you were privileged with, instead of shenanigans in the van, your weekends were filled with country clubs, coke and Kooks. It was all meaningless though, as time continued, your pain could no longer be numbed with a false new identity.

It had been 6 months, half a year exactly since you’d seen or talked to JJ. You had a few words with John B and Pope, but they were short and dull, them mostly being weirded out by you now that you weren’t with JJ. 

The only one who had made an effort to keep in contact was Kie, and today was her birthday party. No matter how fucked up things had ended with JJ, Kie was your friend, and not attending her party would make you a bad one. 

You showed up to the Boneyard, a keg already set up and reggae music blasting. It was mostly Pogues and Tourouns, barely any Kooks seeing as this was Kie’s party. You quickly said Hi to Kie when she split from the other pogues for a half a second. She gave you a warm hug and told you to have fun. She’d invited you out of courtesy. Not out of friendship. 

You sighed and decided your best option was to get absolutely fucking wasted.

Two hours later, you were on the hammock, beyond drunk. Your soul ached for JJ. All you wanted was his arms around you and his lips on yours. You wanted to tell him you loved him, and that you were sorry. That he was your world, and you were so wrong. But you couldn’t, you just couldn’t. 

Had JJ known you were at this party, he probably would’ve been a mess. The only person who was going through it worse than you, was him. He was heartbroken and angry with you, but he’d lost the love of his life, for what he thought was forever. He’d seen you while working on Figure Eight, happy with your Kook friends and lifestyle. He’d noticed how all his favorite things about you had seemed to change. He couldn’t help but feel like he was just a phase in your life. A phase that you were relieved to finally be done with. 

His coping mechanisms were Pogue-style sure, but similar. Partying, weed, meaningless hook-ups, but he didn’t have any methods to completely change who he was, even though he wanted to. 

Tonight, he had been macking on a blonde Kook named Cassie, who he thought had the potential to be the next Kook turned Pogue. He hadn’t realized, but he was trying to find your replacement, and it was not working at all. 

He led her towards the hammock, unbeknownst to him that you were sitting upright in it. Sobbing hysterically. 

When you saw him, his arm around the waist of Cassie, your soul left your body. You gasped for air and a sob left your mouth. He quickly pulled away from her instinctively. ‘Get away from me.” he told her. She just scoffed and walked away. 

You vomited, and passed out.  

You woke up on JJ’s chest, his hands gently caressing your forehead. You looked around, JJ not noticing you had woken up. You guys were in JJ’s room in the Chateau.  You felt his hands go into your hair, giving you light scratches on your scalp, just like you would do to him. 

You felt tears fill your eyes, mostly because you knew how much you missed this, and how much you would miss it tomorrow and the next day, and the next one. You twitched a little, and he peered over, his bloodshot eyes looking into yours. You twisted upwards looking directly at him. He’d been crying. He gulped hard, “Can we talk?” 

[viking-raider]

Far From Home - Chapter Five

Summary: You and Henry make it to 2017, and you have a lot of adjusting to do in the 21st Century.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 5,974

Chapters: One Two Three Four

Rating: M - Time Travel, Language,

Inspiration: Outlander, Lol

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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Your head was throbbing, your wound hurt and it was raining on you. “Henry?” You groaned, squeezing your eyes tighter shut. “Henry.” You moaned again, opening your eyes and turning your head to the side, seeing him laying next to you, still unconscious, the buzzing from the stones had stopped. Whimpering, you sat up in the wet grass and leaned over Henry, gently patting at his cheeks. “Henry, wake up, I think-” You panted, looking around, you could tell you weren't in your own time any more, everything looked different and felt different.

“I think, we made it to your time.” You said, shaking him harder, making him groan and reach up to press a hand to his forehead.

“Y/n?” He whined, blinking up at you.

“Yeah.” You nodded, relieved he was all right. “We're in your time now.” You said, hearing a strange noise from the road.

Henry jerked up right, quickly getting up to his feet and tilted his head back, seeing a plane fly by over head. “We are.” He laughed, relived and smiling. “We're back in my time.” He smiled at you, then realized you were still bleeding. “Fuck.” He snapped, yanking up your tunic.

“It's nothing threatening, I just need a few stitches.” You told him, holding onto his arm. “What is that noise?” You frowned, hearing it again.

“It's a car.” He told you, bending and picking you up. “Come on, let's get you some help.” He said, carrying you down the hill and onto the paved road.

“What are you going to tell them?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“About?”

“You just spent over a year in the past, and are reappearing with a strange woman, that you sorta happen to be married too.” You reminded him.

“I'll think of a story, when we come to that.” He assured you. “Right now, we need to get you help.” He carried you all the way to the town he had been staying in, before his traveling back in time.

“That's you.” You said, pointing to a picture of Henry, that was on the front of a magazine, talking about his mysterious disappearance.

“Fuck, it is.” Henry frowned, seeing it. “But, we'll focus on that--” He paused again, blinking at you. “Shit.”

“What?” You frowned, shaking your head at him.

“You don't have any identification, they're going to ask you all that, when I take you to the hospital.” He said, setting you down for a moment, trying to think. “We'll chance it.” He said, moving to pick you up again.

“I can walk, Henry.” You assured him, resting your hand on his shoulder.

“It's another two miles to the hospital, y/n.” He argued, fussing over you.

“I've walked a lot farther, in worse condition.” You reassured him. “You need your strength, as much as I do.”

“All right, but if you start walking funny, I'm picking you up again.” He said, wrapping an arm around you, just in case your knees gave out. “Just follow my lead.” He told you, as you walked into the hospital, you looked around the emergency waiting room.

“Oh.” the nurse at the station gasped, seeing the blood covering you. “What happened?” she asked, looking between you and Henry.

“Re-enactment injury.” Henry replied, biting his lip.

“What I get for trying to lift a heavy sword, like a real viking.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him, getting the hint.

“Let's get you back, Ms.?”

“Cavill.” Henry interjected. “She's my wife.” He told the nurse, following as she helped you to a room in the back.

“Aren't you Henry Cavill?” another nurse asked, as she walked by him.

“Yeah.” He nodded, but didn't pay attention, you were all he cared about at the moment, he'd deal with his disappearance later.

The nurse helped you into a gown, you jerked when she started taking your vitals and tried to start an IV, so they could give you some pain medication. You frowned at Henry as he took your hand and squeezed, trying to reassure you, he knew you being in his time was going to be a lot scarier and more of an adjustment for you, than him going back to your time had been.

“It's all right.” He told you, softly. “Sorry, she doesn't like needles.” He said, when the nurse glanced at him.

“No, I do not.” You shook your head, frowning at it.

“Well, it's just a quick poke.” The nurse smiled at you.

“If I can take getting cut by a sword.” You sighed, narrowing your eyes at Henry.

“The needle is significantly smaller.” Henry joked, trying to distract you and keep you calm.

You snorted, then groaned as the needle broke the skin. “Ouch.” You huffed, watching the nurse set up your IV bags, then step out.

“Not so bad.” Henry smiled at you, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“What the hell, Henry.” You whispered, glancing around.

“This is a hospital, y/n.” He told you, looking around the room with you and pointed out different things; the clock, heart monitor, the electric lights.

“This is so weird.” You said, a bit overwhelmed. “I can understand now, why it was hard for you to get use to my time.”

“Yeah.” Henry nodded, sitting down beside you. “But, you'll be all right. You've got me, like I had you.” He smiled, rubbing your leg. “Why don't you rest, I'm going to go find a phone.”

“A what?” You frowned at him.

Henry laughed, kissing your cheek. “I'll explain it to you, when I get back.” He promised, and went out, finding his way to the nurse's station and asked to use their phone.

While, Henry was doing that, the nurse came back into your room. “Can I ask you a question?” She asked, standing beside your bed.

“Um, sure.” You frowned at her, nervously licking your lips.

“Has he hurt you?” She asked, looking serious.

“Who?” You blinked, your brain not computing that anyone could ever think, Henry would hurt you.

“The man you're with.” She clarified. “Your husband.”

“If it didn't hurt so much, I'd laugh at you.” You snorted, shaking your head at her, amused. “He is my husband, and Henry has never hurt me. Nor, will he ever.”

“I just wanted to make sure, you seem very out of place and uncomfortable.”

“That's because I am.” You told her, looking around again. “I come from a family that doesn't have any of this.” You explained, motioning around the room with your hand.

“You mean, you lived off grid?” She asked, tilting her head at you.

“Yeah.” You nodded, not completely sure what that was, but went with it.

“Well, the doctor will be in soon, to stitch you up and you should be good to go.” She told you, injecting some pain meds into your port.

“Okay.”

“Mum?” Henry said, as soon as his mother answered her cellphone.

“Henry!” Marianne yelled back, jumping up from where she was sitting. “Oh my god, Henry, baby! Where have you been? Where are you? Are you okay? Oh my god, It's so good to hear your voice again, sweetie.”

“I'm fine, I'm at the hospital, but not for myself. I've been—places.” He told her, he still hadn't completely figured out how to explain his absence.

“What hospital are you at?” She demanded, throwing on her coat.

“What?” Henry frowned. “Are you in Sweden?” He asked her, alarmed.

“Of course I am, Henry. I've been here since you disappeared, they called me to come get Kal and I stayed, in case, there was any word from you.”

“Kal.” Henry huffed, relieved. “Kal's with you? He's okay! Oh, thank god, I was so scared.”

“Of course, he's with me. I've been taking care of him, he misses you so much.”

“I missed Kal too.” He sighed, rubbing his face. “I've missed you too, mama.” He added softer, he had dreamt about hearing her voice again, for months. “I've missed all of you, so much.”

“Well, we'll get you back home, baby, and everything will be all right again.” She promised him. “Just tell me, what hospital you're at.”

“Um, can I just come to you?” He asked, looking back at your room. “There's a few things, we'll wanna talk about, and I don't wanna do it in a hospital.”

“Yes, of course.” Marianne nodded, stopping as the door to the lift opened. “I'm at the hotel, you were staying, with Kal. Same room.”

“Awesome, I'll see you as soon as I can.” Henry promised and hung up with her. “Hey.” He called, coming back into the room, finding the doctor setting up to stitch your wound closed.

“You must be her husband. I'm Doctor Lund.” He smiled at Henry.

“I am, and a pleasure.” Henry smiled at him, sitting down beside you. “You'll be alright.” He whispered, as you took his hand. “I called my mum. Told her, we were here and that we'd go see her after we got you all fixed up.” He assured you, his thumb rubbing the top of your hand.

“Okay.” You nodded, as the doctor pulled aside your gown and started stitching you up, making you groan.

“You're doing so good, babe.” Henry encouraged you, squeezing your hand.

“You're getting me drunk out after this.” You growled at him, teeth gritted, and made Henry laugh.

After getting stitched up and getting a prescription for pain meds, the hospital released you, without any farther issue. Henry called his mum and asked her to order him a Uber from his account to take you both from the hospital to the hotel. You felt so strange getting into the car with Henry, but he assured you it was perfectly safe.

“Henry?” You whispered, eyeing the Uber driver and resting your shoulder against Henry's. “What's off the grid mean?”

“Where'd you hear that?” He asked, tilting his head at you.

“The nurse asked.” You explained, the conversation you had with the nurse, while he was calling his mother.

“So, off the grid, in this day and age, means that people live like you did. They don't use any electricity, gather their own food  and so on.” He explained to you, squeezing your knee, he could tell you were a bit overwhelmed by all the sound, lights and quick pace.

“I wonder, what Skali looks like now.” You mumbled to yourself, staring out the window. “If it's even still here.”

“We can find out, if you want.” Henry answered you, softly.

“I don't know. I'm sure, it will look nothing like it did, and I'd rather remember it, as it was.” You replied, licking your lips.

“We'll be all right.” He promised you, kissing your temple. “I think, it'll be a good idea to go with that off the grid thought. It would explain a lot of things.” He said, looking at the clothing they were still wearing, from 1017.

“What's your excuse going to be?” You asked him. “It's all well and good for me, but how are you going to explain deciding to randomly disappear and live off the grid with strangers, instead of whatever you were supposed to be doing.” You elaborated. “Oh, and marrying me. If that's even binding in this time.”

Henry pressed his lips together, his blue eyes losing focus and rubbed the back of his neck. “Memory loss.” He said, looking at you, remembering the bad knot on the back of his head, when he traveled to your time. “I'll just say, I got hit in the back of the head, not a lie, and forgot who I was, and you found me. Also, not a lie.”

“If you think, that'll work.” You chuckled at him, even to you, it seemed a bit far fetched.

“Well, I can't tell people, I went time traveling. They'll lock me up and a crazy house.” Henry countered. “And, I'd rather not be.”

You rested your hand on top of his. “I trust you, Henry. I'll support you, either way.”

The Uber pulled up to the hotel that Henry had been staying in, and that Marianne and Kal were now staying in. Henry thanked the driver and got out with you, you gripped Henry's hand as you followed him inside and to the lift.

“Would you rather take the stairs?” He asked, frowning at you.

“No.” You shook your head, swallowing the lump of anxiety in your throat. “I'm going to have to get use to this, just like you did.” You told him, steeling yourself as you stepped onto lift with him.

“I promised, to take care of you, to protect you.” Henry said as the lift doors closed, and he hugged you carefully against him. “I meant it, y/n.” He whispered into your hair.

“I know, Henry.” You whispered back, nuzzling your face into his shirt. “Oooh.” You gulped as you stomach twisted at the stop of the lift.

“Yeah, they do that sometimes.” Henry smirked, kissing your forehead. “So, here goes everything.” He sighed, walking down the hall with you and knocked on the hotel room door.

The room door flew open and a petite blond lady, all but, launched herself into Henry's arms, already crying and sobbing as Henry hugged her, picking her clear off her feet. You smiled as Henry and his mother hugged and cried, finally reunited after almost two years of being apart. Looking away from them as you heard exciting barking, you saw a huge dog jumping up and down and twisting all around, and smiled, Henry had spoke to you about Kal many, many times over your time together, so it was easy for you to know who this, literal, bear of a dog was.

“Hi.” You smiled, kneeling down and almost getting run over by the Akita as he bounded into your open arms, slobbering all over your face. “It's nice to finally meet you, Kal.” You giggled, loving on him. “You're such a handsome boy.” You complimented him, scratching him all over.

“Hey, I thought that was me.” Henry said, breaking free of his mom as he saw you and Kal getting along, quite well.

“You're a handsome man.” You grinned up at him.

“Hey, buddy!” Henry exclaimed, opening his arms to the Bear, who started jumping up and down against Henry's body. “Oh god, have I missed you, Bear!” He laughed, hugging Kal for dear life.

“Hello.” Marianne greeted you, frowning at you. “Who are you?”

“Um.” You gulped, looking over at Henry. “I'm y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“She's with me, mum.” Henry said, turning his attention back to the pair of you. “She's part of the explaining that needs to happen.”

“I would really like to hear it.” Marianne replied, mouth slightly hanging open as she looked between the three of you.

“Can we sit?” Henry asked, licking his lips. “We've had a long journey.”

“Yes.” Marianne stepped aside, letting you and Henry into the room, Kal still barking excitedly at seeing his human again. “Tea?” She asked, at a loss for what else to do.

“Yes, please.” Henry nodded, smiling at her.

“Thank you.” You replied, taking the warm cup from her.

“So, where have you been, Henry?” Marianne asked, sitting down across from the pair of you. “It's been almost two years, since you just vanish without a word.”

“Um.” He took several gulps of the hot tea, groaning at the marvelous taste. “I went on a run that morning, and came across a Stone Ship.” He sighed, setting the cup down on the table in front of him. “I was checking them out, when I got hit in the back of the head, with something, and blacked out. When I woke up, I found myself in the company of y/n's family.” He explained, smiling at you. “They found me and took me in, I didn't remember who I was, or anything of the sort.”

“And, you had no idea who he was?” Marianne asked you.

“No.” You shook your head at her, biting the inside of your lip. “My family lives off the grid.” You told her, feeling your stomach twist.

“They live, like the Old Norse.” Henry elaborated, seeing his mother frown. “So, they don't have internet, phones or anything like that. It wasn't until a few days ago, that I remembered, and we made our way here, so I could come home.”

“That does explain your clothing and such.” She said, looking Henry over, in his tunic and trousers, his curly hair long and touching his shoulders, and his bearded face.

“Well, gotta look the part, if you're going to live like Vikings.” Henry chuckled, trying to lighten the air. “I never meant to worry or scare you or the family, let alone be so far from home, for so long. I just didn't remember.”

“So, you came with him, to see him safely back?” Marianne asked, looking at you.

“Yes.” You nodded, that had been part of your plan.

“We're, also, together.” He added in, squeezing your knee.

Marianne looked between you two, noticing the rings. “Are you married?” She asked, frowning, very confused.

“Yeah.” Henry laughed, giddy. “But, I'm unsure, if its actually legally binding, it was a traditional Norse wedding.” He smirked, his cheeks warming up. “It doesn't matter, though, she's my wife; either way.” He said, proudly kissing you on the cheek.

“Are you sure?” Marianne asked, trying to understand.

“Mum, there was a great many things, I wasn't sure about, while I was away. But, falling in love with y/n, was the one thing, I was always sure about.” He told her, making you blush. “She protected and took care of me. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have ever made it this far, or far at all.” Henry choked up a little bit, and you caressed the back of your fingers against his cheek, affectionately.

Marianne could see the love and passion the two of you had for each other, the bond that formed and locked you together. She felt relieved that her son was back safe and sound, but she was more relieved to know that someone had taken care of him, while he was gone, and apparently in such a perilous place in his life. “Well, all that matters is you are safe and sound.” She said, relaxing. “I'm sure, the pair of you would like to get settled, then head home.”

“Um, I'm going to be staying here a little while longer.” Henry informed her. “Y/n doesn't have a passport,” he looked at you. “Or a birth certificate at that. So, she can't travel anywhere. I'm going to stay here with her, get that all sorted out, then, we'll go.” He said, eyes trained on you, watching for your reaction, but you just smiled at him.

“You really lived that off the grid?” She asked you, surprised.

“Her family loved being self-sufficient. So, she was born and raised off grid.” Henry told her.

“You'll have a lot of adjusting to do, then.” Marianne commented.

“To the very least.” You nodded, glancing out the window as siren went by, on the street below.

“Well, I'll let you two get settled and do whatever it is you're going to do.” Marianne said, standing up. “I already booked another room, just down the hall, if you need anything from me.”

Henry stood up with her, hugging her tightly again, and just stood there with her, for a long time, before letting her go and she excused herself to her own room. “It feels so good to be home.” He said, after the door closed.

“I'm happy, that you're happy, Henry.” You smiled at him, patting Kal on the head as he took Henry's spot on the couch.

“I'm glad the two of you are getting along.” He added, smiling at you and the Bear.

“I've always gotten along with animals.” You chuckled, scratching Kal's ears.

Chuckling, Henry crossed into the room to where the bed was and found his suitcase where he left it. Opening it, he found all his 21st century clothing and couldn't be any happier to see them. He pulled out his favorite blue tank top, clean underwear and a pair of black, under-armor shorts. “Hey, y/n, you wanna take a shower with me?” He asked, smirking at your reaction to hot water and indoor plumbing.

“Sure?” You called back, getting up going into the room where he was standing. “Now, that's a bed.” You commented, seeing the huge bed.

“Beautiful, isn't it.” He teased you, tugging his tunic off.

You followed Henry into the bathroom and was fascinated by it, the running water of the sink, the magical chamber pot, Henry called a toilet, and the strange waterfall that somehow heated the water as it came out. You both undressed and stepped into the shower together, you gasped at the hot water as it cascaded over you, feeling so good to your sore and tired muscles. Henry smiled down at you, brushing your wet hair back from your face and kissed you.

“I'm glad, you came with me.” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “I know, this is all really overwhelming for you, but, I promise, you'll get use to it.” He said, cradling your neck in his hands.

“You fret more over me now, that you ever did back then.” You commented, smirking at him.

“Well, you fussed over me a great deal back then, because you knew it better than I did, the ways and customs. I know them better here and now, than you do. So, I'm returning the favor.” He chuckled, gently rubbing his nose against yours. “Doing my duty as a husband.” He told you, softly, closing his eyes.

“You've always done your duties as a husband, Henry.” You told him, sincerely. “I could never be any prouder of you, as a person and as a husband.”

“Aww, my little Viking, getting sentimental.” Henry laughed, playfully teasing you.

“Fuck you, outsider.” You laughed back, shaking your head at him.

“Oh shit, I didn't even think of that.” Henry sighed, realizing you only had the clothing you were wearing, when you passed through the stones. “Here.” He said, going back to his suitcase, he pulled out a gray shirt of his and a pair of his pajama bottoms. “We'll get you some new clothes soon.” He smiled, seeing his clothes swallow you, in the cutest way.

“It'll probably help me blend in better.” You snorted, liking how soft the fabric of his clothes were, instead of the coarse fabric of your old ones. “Are they trapped?” You asked, tilting your head at the people in the weird box that Henry turned on.

“No.” He laughed, smirking at you. “It's a television, or a Tv. It's part of the technology of this century, there is a thing called a camera, that captures them and transmit them to the tv, from wherever they are in the world.”

“But, they're okay?” You asked, very concerned for the people on the weather channel.

“They're perfectly safe.” He assured you. “It's a bit of what I do. I don't tell the weather, though, but I film in front of cameras for movies and tv shows.” He explained. “Here,” he maneuvered you to sit down on the couch, then pulled up a menu on the tv, searching through it before ordering a movie. “This is my favorite movie ever. Movies are longer than tv shows, generally.” He told you, turning on Gladiator.

“Are you in it?” You asked, slowly getting the grasp of the concept he was explaining to you.

Henry chuckled, shaking his head. “No, I was just barely starting out as an actor, when this was filmed and released.” He said, setting the remote down. “Okay, you watch that, and I'll be right back. I'm going to take Kal on a walk and a bathroom break. When I get back, we'll order some room service and I'll show you the amazing wonders of tv shows, movies and technology.” He smiled, kissing the top of your head, then leashed Kal.

“All right.” You nodded, eyes glued to the tv in fascination, pulling your legs up and crossing them.

Assured you'd be all right for a little bit, Henry took Kal out for the walk. When Henry came back, he ordered room service for you both, introducing you to extra cheese pizza, because you can never go wrong with pizza, when introducing someone to new types of food. You discovered you really loved the round food, smiling at Henry as you swallowed your mouthful of it, making him smile back at you, picking up a paper napkin and gently wiping away a little bit of pizza sauce from the corner of your mouth.

“What's that?” You asked, watching Henry pour a dark and steamy liquid into a cup.

“It's called, Coffee.” Henry said, stirring in a bit of sugar. “You wanna try some?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.

“Sure.” You nodded, you wanted to try everything and learn as much as you could, you took the cup from Henry's hand, heeding his warning that it was hot and took a sip of it. You frowned at the strong and strange taste, it was slightly sweet from Henry putting sugar in it, but you weren't quite sure if you liked it, though. “Strange.”

“It's one of the many drinks I missed.” He chuckled, taking the cup back. “It has caffeine in it, which is great for an energy boost.”

“There's not a lot of mead, is there?” You asked, looking around the room.

“No.” Henry shook his head. “Alcohol isn't such a main staple of drinks in the 21st Century, mostly water, teas, coffee, energy drinks, soda, juices and such.”

“Soda?” You tilted your head.

“This.” He got up, opening the mini fridge and pulling out a small can of lime soda, popping open the tab and handed it to you.

You took a sip of the cold carbonated drink, giggling at the bubbles tickling your nose. It was really sweet and tweaked your taste buds. “That's really sweet.” You said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I'm not much of a soda person myself.” He chuckled at you, setting the soda aside. “Here, try this.” He grabbed a little bottle of apple juice out of the fridge and gave it to you. “Yeah, that's better, huh.” He smirked, as you hummed, liking the taste of the juice. “It'll take some trial and error for you figure out what you do and don't like to eat and drink. Luckily, there's millions of different things that you can eat and drink.”

“Good to know, I won't starve.” You joked, smirking at him.

“Not, if I have anything to do with it.” He chuckled back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

Henry introduced you to several of his favorite movies and shows, he even managed to watch Man from U.N.C.L.E with you, without blushing too hard the whole time, when you asked, if you could see something he was in. You both picked something off the room service menu for dinner, you got a roast chicken breast and found you really liked it. Full and tired, Henry took Kal out one more time for the night and you crawled into bed together, Henry carefully mindful of your stitched up wound, passed right out, exhausted from all the events and the ridiculous softness of the bed, his arm wrapped around your waist as he laid on his side and you laid on your back beside him, Kal sleeping at your feet. You didn't fall asleep so easily, despite how equally exhausted you were, but the strangeness of the place and all the noise outside the window, kept you awake. As did the worry about your father, you had stole into Östholm and killed Wulfric, before running off and vanishing through the stones with Henry, you feared what the consequences of your actions would have on him, on all of Skali for that matter. Licking your lips, you carefully moved Henry's arm from around you and sat up, smoothly crawling out of the bed without disturbing Henry's slumber, and slid open the sliding glass window in the bedroom, stepping out onto the balcony. You leaned against the railing and looked out over the city, all the bright lights, the cars on the street going to and fro, or stopped at the intersections, the rumble of planes over head; you wondered how anyone slept with this much noise and light. You looked down, feeling the nudge against your leg and smiled at Kal as he sat down beside you, leaning his big body against your leg, reaching down, you pat him on the head.

“It feels so strange, to be so far from home, while still being in your own country.” You commented to him. “I can truly imagine what Henry felt, being so far from home, both in time and place.” You sighed, turning around to lean back against the railing, looking at Henry's sleeping form, so peaceful and a content smile on his face. “But, he's happy, so I am happy. I don't feel so far from home, or out of place, as long as I'm with him.” You looked down at Kal, smiled and pat him on the head again, before going back inside and laying down with Henry.

“Y/n?” His super sleepy voice mumbled.

“I'm right here.” You whispered back to him, brushing your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead as he shifted to snuggle closer to you, his head laying on your chest. “At least, this hasn't changed.” You smiled, Henry always ended up with his head laying on your chest during the night; you had asked him about it once, and was touched when he told you, your heart beat helped ground him in the now.

You woke up to being licked repeatedly in the face. Giggling you opened your eyes and smiled at Kal, scratching his ears and neck. “Good morning to you too, Kal.” You greeted him, laughing and trying to move your face away as he started his attack again.

“Kal, I'd appreciate it, if you didn't drown my wife in your drool.” Henry's voice laughed as the bathroom door opened.

“That's a strange face.” You said, looking at him and smiled.

Henry rubbed his palms over his freshly shaved face, he had missed that feeling as well. “It feels so good.” He grinned.

“Well.” You snorted, opening your arms to him.

Henry got back into bed with you, and you cupped his smooth cheeks in your hands, his skin so soft beneath the pads of your fingers, the scent of his after shave. You thought, you had loved his bearded face, but you found, you quite liked his bare skin and leaned in to kiss him.

“I like it.” You said, against his lips.

“That's a relief.” Henry sighed, deepening the kiss for a moment. “We need to get you clothes.” He said, moving back a bit. “Then, get you settled in, so we can go to London.”

“That's where you live.” You nodded, understanding.

“Exactly.” He nodded, fingertips brushing your cheek. “I'll be right back.” He said, kissed your forehead and went out. “Morning, mum.” He smiled, when Marianne answered her room door.

“Good morning, son.” She smiled, hugging him tight, thankful it wasn't a dream that he was back.

“I need your help.” Henry told her, running a hand through his hair.

“Of course, what is it?”

“Y/n needs clothes, she only has the clothes she came with.” He explained to her.

“Can't she go back home and get some?” Marianne asked, curiously.

“That's the only clothing they wear.” Henry said, carefully deflecting it.

“She needs city clothing.” She nodded, understanding.

“Long enough, so I can take her shopping.” He sighed, chewing on his lip, nervously.

“Here.” Marianne turned and went back into her room, coming back with a pair of black leggings and white, v-neck. “She and I are very close in size, so they should fit her. She can have them.” She smiled, handing him the clothes. “Your wallet is in the safe of your room.” She added, telling him the code.

“Thanks, Mum.” Henry smiled, hugging her. “It means the world to me.”

“Like, she does.” She smiled at him, she could see how much you meant to her son.

“Even more so.” He said, softly. “All right! Thanks, to you and my mum being the same size.” Henry laughed, coming back into the room. “Put these on.” He handed you the leggings and shirt, then grabbed his wallet out of the safe. “We're going shopping, Nugget.” He grinned at you, proudly.

“Oh, to the Gods.” You chuckled, seeing his excited face.

You and Henry went out, leaving Kal in the care of Marianne. The streets were even more crowded and noisy than they were the day before, but you were slowly getting use to all the noise, lights and people. The two of you walked into a mall and your eyes grew large at all the things inside of it, from food, furniture, clothing and everything else you could think of, and couldn't. Henry directed you towards the women's clothing department, and you suddenly felt very overwhelmed, there were so many options, so many different styles and things people wore nowadays.

“You're gunna need some underwear first.” He said, going in that direction.

“Seems, like it would get in the way.” You said, scanning through the selection.

Henry chuckled, “It a protective layer between your body and what you're wearing.” He explained to you, watching you pick up a pair. “It's not a strange as it seems.” He promised.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him, then picked out several pairs of underwear, before you guys moved on to pants. Getting more leggings, because you loved how soft and comfortable the ones you were wearing are. You picked out a couple pairs of jeans and shorts, then tank tops, shirts, bras and socks, before moving on to the shoe department, getting comfortable sneakers, you could just slip your feet into. You watched as the cashier bagged everything, and Henry handed her a plastic rectangle to pay for them all. All that done, Henry decided he couldn't stand it any more, and stopped to get his haircut back to the style it usually is. It wasn't the shortest you'd seen Henry's hair, but you missed all those soft curls, from when it was shoulder length.

“Now, we need to figure out, how to get you a birth certificate and a passport.” He said, as you sat in the food court for lunch.

-- Chapter Six --

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Blurred Lines - Part 5

Henry Cavill x Reader

Henry especifically told (Y/N) that he didn’t do relationships. But lines get blurred. And crossed.

Warnings: Slight AU. Angst. Mentions of sex. Mentions of death.

Words: 1,378

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I sit there dumbfounded by his admission. I had no clue he had a fiancee, much less that she had somehow passed away. He must have sensed that I was lost in thought, because he reached out to cup my hand with his. 

“How did she… you know.” I trail off not sure of how I should ask him that, especially when I just helped him through a meltdown over it, knowing how much it still hurt. 

“Car accident.” He says blankly, as he continues staring at the stone, and running his thumb on the delicate skin of my hand. 

I open my mouth to reply, but decide against it. Truth is I didn’t know what to say. It doesn’t happen to me many times, but now I truly didn’t know what I could possibly say to him. And to be honest, I think he needs more my support than any supportive cliche shit I’d end up saying, even though I’d truly mean it. So I just keep holding his hand too, silent. 

After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, he speaks up again. “I was supposed to be with her, you know?”

I look at him intently as he stares down, studying my reaction. Once again, I decide against speaking. He clearly wants to vent, and I definitely don’t want to push him. Sometimes all we have to do is listen. Just be there and listen.

“We had agreed to go to her parents’ house for dinner. But I had to cancel last minute because this meeting got delayed and my agent… I needed to be there…” He trails off, getting slightly emotional again. “I was supposed to be with her. I was supposed to be driving that car. Not her.”

I squeeze his hand in reassurance and support. He hangs his head, breathing slowly, as he takes his time before continuing. 

“A drunk driver crossed a red light and drove into her car. She was killed instantly.” He mumbles, anger and hurt evident in his tone. “I was heading back home when I passed by the crash. The firefighters were taking her off the car. I tried to help but they pushed me aside. I understand why but… I saw her lifeless body on that stretcher. And I… I couldn’t do anything.“ He chokes out, as he recalls the events from two years ago. “They didn’t even let me get close to her. I promised her I’d always be there for her. That I would never fail her. But I did. I failed her when she needed me the most. I will never forgive myself. It should’ve been me.”

“Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault. It was an accident. You can’t blame yourself for something you didn’t do or had no control over.” I say softly, staring at him, but he doesn’t match my gaze, he keeps his down, as if ashamed to face me. “Henry, look at me.” I plead, but he doesn’t comply. So I hook a finger under his chin, turning his head to me. “You are not at fault in this. She knows that you would do, and did, everything you could for her. And wherever she is, she is looking down at you and she is so proud.”

A couple of tears roll down his cheeks silently. He opens his mouth to speak, but he doesn’t say anything. I know he’s trying to gather his thoughts, so I don’t push it, I give him time.

“You know… after seeing what I saw, I started having these nightmares. They’re so fucking real, and I just… wake up, nauseated, wanting to throw up. It just never goes away.” He admits, shyly. Finally, he’s being fully honest with me, now I can understand and help him. “I barely remember what her laugh sounded like, what she smelled like. All I can remember, all that’s stuck in my mind is the image of her bloodied face, her lifeless body, the smell of gasoline sprawled on the road. It haunts me.”

Who could tell how much pain those beautiful blue eyes held behind them? I want to hug him until all the pain goes away. He has suffered enough. And he’s punishing himself for something he had no control over. He couldn’t have done anything. 

“After her… I just, I couldn’t do relationships, couldn’t even think about it. She was supposed to be my wife. We were supposed to be together forever, until we were very, very old. But God took her away before we could do that.” He trails off once again. I’m listening to him intently, never letting go of his hand. “But then you came along. And you turned my world upside down. Everything I was so sure of, turned into doubt.” He lets out a sad chuckle before continuing. “You know, you were the first, and the only woman I’ve been with after Kath passed.”

Well that caught me by surprise. I think I just assumed he had been sleeping with other women, having casual sex when he wanted to. But now, knowing the full story, I can see that that’s all it was… assumptions. I misjudged him. Never judge a book by its cover, they say, and it’s so true. But his admission reminds me of something else too. I recall the day he took me to that spot on the hill, and told me I was the only person he had ever taken there. Hadn’t he taken Kath there? 

As if reading my thoughts, that’s exactly what he brings up next. 

“Remember that place up in the hill?” He asks, looking at me and I nod. “The day I found it... We had just buried her, so I just grabbed my helmet and my jacket and took my motorcycle for a ride, with no destination. That���s where I ended up. Staring at the most beautiful night sky I had ever seen. It was completely full of shining stars that day.”

“It really is a beautiful spot.” I agree with him, smiling at him. “Thank you for sharing it with me. It truly means a lot.”

“Thank you for coming here. You didn’t have to. I was fucking awful to you.” He admits, shame written in his features. “Thank you for giving me time to deal with my struggles. Thank you for dealing with my struggles yourself. After what I did, I didn’t deserve it.”

“You deserve the best this life can give you, Henry. You deserve the world, and you so deserve to be happy.” I say, confidently. “Don’t deny any of those things to yourself.”

“You really are a breath of fresh air. My guiding light. I was drowning in darkness, but you pulled me out.” He admits, his blue eyes locked on mine, holding nothing but pure adoration. “I still have a long way to go, but…”

I cut him, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “I’ll be here. If you want me to, I’ll be right by your side. Supporting you and holding your hand, every step of the way.”

A tear escapes his eye, but he wipes it off, pulling me into a tight hug. Suddenly, some water drops start falling from the sky. 

“It’s starting to rain. We should probably get home.” I advise gently as we pull back, and he nods in agreement. “We can go to my house. You’ll get some rest, maybe take a shower, as I cook us some dinner, ok?”

“You don’t mind?” He asks, unsurely. I have the feeling he thinks he’s just bothering me, or that I’m doing it out of pity.

“Henry, I am here, and I’m not going anywhere.” I reassure him, getting up and extending my hand to him. “We’ll stop by your house so you can grab some clean clothes, first.”

He takes my hand without much thought, and that relieves me. So I help him up and we walk out of the cemetery hand in hand. 

I don’t know what this means for us. But I do know that we need to do this slowly and carefully. It won’t be easy. I just hope he doesn’t wake up tomorrow regretting letting his walls down and opening up to me.

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[heartless-error]

Love-Struck

Fandom: DC comics, Batman

Pairing: Jason Todd x Timothy Drake (JayTim)

Rating/Tags: JayTim Week 2020 - Day 1: College AU, Family Feels, Fluff and Humor, Secret Crushes 

Other(s) links: AO3

"Okay." Jason sighed, gathering strength to himself. "You remember… That guy?"

"That guy?" Roy asked back.

"Yes."

"The one you have a crush on and look at him from afar, but you deny it and never take the first step because you’re a dramatic bitch?"

"Yeah."

"What? You have finally talked to him?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I hit him with the bike."

Roy was silent, looking at him and blinking a few times at the news. But he didn't have to say anything, Jason knew he was totally fucked.

OR:

Based on the prompt "I was distracted looking at my crush and accidentally hit him."

Love-Struck

 It happened on a Tuesday, during the break.

 Tim met Conner and Bart outside his classes to head to one of the coffee shops near the campus, between his mathematical analysis class and his computing class, because he wouldn’t be able to survive that day without a third coffee and in addition his friends would be nearby to make sure he didn’t fall in the temptation to drink a fourth.

 Everything was going well, Bart received him with an effusive hug and Kon patted his back like always. All started walking towards their destination while talking about their classes, how close they were to the finals, Kon’s new game, where they could go to celebrate when they finish the semester, generally normal things that made Tim forget about how he had slept an hour and half, still had four assignments to do, and his parents were waiting for his presence at tonight’s dinner after they returned from their business trip to Dubai.

 Maybe it was because of that hour and half of sleep, or because the little conversation of his two best friends about how Conner was a coward who couldn’t ask Cassie out caused him a slight smile, a warm emotion, and distracted him from his problems and everything around him. But when he crossed the street to the cafe, happy and absent, he didn’t have time to react to anything.

 “Watch out!”

 “Tim!”

 Something hit him and before he knew what, fell unconscious.

 ~0.0~

 “He's alive!”

 That was the first thing he heard when he started waking up.

 Tim found himself confused as he regained consciousness, his whole body hurt, a lot, but at the same time he was somewhat sleepy. He realized he was lying on a bed that smelled of antiseptic and medicine, around him he could hear bustle and people talking next to him, couldn’t feel his leg either.

 “Of course he's alive, calm down.”

 That was Kon's voice. And previously was Bart's. If he remembered well, he was with them on campus, just heading to one of his favorite coffee shops before something hit him on the side and everything went dark. If he had to guess, he would say that he hadn’t passed out from the lack of caffeine but had been run over.

Tim growled annoyed, opening his eyes heavily and blinking because of the whitish light of the hospital room.

 When he was finally able to focus and wake up properly, the sight that received him was his plastered leg held high and his friends hovering over him with a worried gaze.

 “Tim!” Exclaimed Bart, who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

 “What's up buddy? How did you sleep?” Conner asked with a relieved smile.

 When he tried to answer, he realized how dry his throat was, as well as how overwhelmed he was because of the medications and sedatives that would have been administered to him when had been treated. His friends, realizing this, soon helped him to lean him over and give him the bottle of water that was on the next table.

 “What happened?” He ended up asking after recovered himself.

 “You got hit by a motorcycle.” Conner answered bluntly. “And you scared us, man.”

 “Yes! I almost have a heart attack!” Bart exclaimed. He could tell he was holding himself back to not hug him until crush him because he was benched. “We were talking and suddenly you were flying!”

 “Really?” He asked, surprised.

 It wouldn't be strange if the hit had thrown him a few meters away, but he felt the most serious wound he had, was that broken leg, so he didn't think he would have fly for real.

 “No.” Conner denied instantly.

 Yeah, he thought so. What a disappointment.

But now that he was more awake, he remembered certain things clearly.

 “I think I remember listening to the ambulance.” He frowned, trying to remember well.

 “No, that was Bart screaming.”

 “It scared me! Okay?” The redhead excused himself immediately.

 “We could hear you better than the sirens.” His other friend started teasing.

 Tim couldn’t help to smile amused at this, fondly too. Bart used to be loud in general, but him being so concerned about him was very touching. Also, the fact that his two friends had taken care of him, had accompanied him, waited him to wake up and now were there, receiving him, made him remember why he loved and appreciated them so much.

 “I thought it was serious!” The redhead excused himself again.

 “Obviously not.” Kon replied, still amused. “Tim is stronger than we think.”

 “I'm fine, Bart. For real.” He tried to reassure him, he felt it could have been worse anyway. “I'm only a little numb for the medicines, can you call a nurse?”

 As much as he appreciated the ride to the hospital, the treatment and all, he wouldn't like to spend the night there. He didn’t consider his condition serious enough to do so, so he would like to be discharged immediately. He also wants to sleep in his bed, those four assignments weren’t going to be done magically and no nurse was going to allow him to drink a decent coffee. So, hearing his diagnosis and going home was all he wanted now.

 However, when Kon and Bart exchanged glances, something told him that it wasn’t going to be that easy.

 “What?” He asked immediately.

 They didn't answer, just looked at each other again with a slight hint of panic. Which was not cool at all, because it made thousands of unpleasant possibilities run through his mind.

And the worst, the worst of them entered the room before he could ask again.

 The temperature in the room dropped suddenly to below zero as soon as Janet Drake, as beautiful and noble as ever, entered keeping her formal, elegant, and polite composure characteristic of her as the sound of her heels echoed in the room harshly. Her pristine appearance contrasted with her icy eyes -identical to his son’s- and his aura in itself, so cold, lethal, and furious that she seemed to freeze all those who dared to look at her directly.

Everything was quiet and it seemed like the death itself, ethereal and deadly, had entered the room. And Jack Drake, who warmly greeted his son and his friends after saying goodbye to the nurse they had been talking to.

 “Timothy.” His mother said calmly, firm, approaching the bed with safe steps. “Glad to see you’re awake.”

 Tim swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to answer, because now he understood and shared the same panic as his friends. Janet looked angry, was she? God, why he hadn't thought it before? Of course they were going to call his parents after being struck by a bike, and of course it wouldn’t be pleasant for them to receive such news while they were unpacking and planning their dinner tonight. She was angry, right?

 “Thanks for being with him, guys.” Said his father to his friends.

 Conner tried to smile naturally, but it looked like he had just sucked on a lemon. Bart didn't even try; he was as stiff as a board and looking at him like a deer about to be run over.

Sometimes he found fascinating how his mother -yes, only his mother- still had the power to scare them in this way as if they were still the noisy children he met at summer camp and used to visit him. Anyone would think she hated them, seeing the disinterested attitude she always has maintained, he knows they think so too, but after learning the scholarships of both to enter the best programs of the Gotham University were slightly orchestrated by her, he knows it’s not true. Or maybe it was, and she was just doing him a favor by keeping his best friends close to him. He will never know.

 Of course, that doesn't take away the fact that his mother seems furious right now and can effortlessly rip someone's arm off just for the pleasure of doing it.

 “N-Never mind…” Conner tried to say with that nervous smile. “Anything for Tim.”

 “We’re lucky it wasn’t anything serious, was it?” His father said looking at him directly. “The doctor said is just a few bruises and your poor leg, you will recover without problem, son.”

 Tim was a little relieved that the diagnosis was so simple, despite already suspecting it, confirming it didn’t hurt. He saw how his father winked at his friends so they wouldn’t be worried, though they hesitated for a second.

 “U-Um... We...” Bart tried to say.

 “I’m sure you still have classes to attend today.” Janet cut him off. “Don't worry about Timothy, we’ll take care of it.”

 All of that, even from her tone, would have sounded kind if her eyes wouldn’t have been piercing them to the depths of their being, as if she were throwing ice daggers into their hearts. He swears he could see Bart flinch.

 “Ok, see you later Tim!” Bart said trying to hide his panic and saying goodbye with a nervous smile.

 He could have sworn that if Bart could run at super speed, he would have done it to get out of there. Connor, on his part, reached out to him and lifted his hand to ruffle his hair in that loving, gentle way he used to do, but stopped halfway as soon as he felt Janet's murderous aura grow wild and out of control.

 “Get well soon.” He said before turning around and run away like a coward.

 Well, he couldn’t blame them. He will text them later.

 But now he had been left alone, drugged, hurt and with his parents, one trying to be positive and the other willing to kill someone. Who? He doesn't know, but if he survives this, he vows he'll quit caffeine (he won't).

 He felt her mother's icy gaze move from his leg to his face, and he had to swallow hard again to try to speak.

 “We were going to the cafe and then…” He tried to explain.

 “We know what happened.” She cut him off seriously. Of course she knew it, at this point it doesn't surprise him if she knows even the date the bike wheel was created. “Also know who was the responsible. We'll fix it.”

 He didn't know how to take that. On one hand, if they didn’t know who had hit him, at this moment they would be tracing all Gotham with all the resources they had to find it out; But on the other, they knew it, and Tim could only feel sorry for whoever that poor soul was, because they had no idea what was going to come after them.

What's more, he was realizing how his father was compulsively sending messages right now, surely to their lawyers, or to public relations, or whoever, but that wasn’t promising anything good.

 “I’m fine.” He said looking at his mother, hoping to appease the murderous hunger that was devouring her right now. “Seriously.”

 It didn't seem to work, because she didn't move a single muscle and looked at his plastered leg again.

 “I don’t see it that way.” She declared in a soft but deadly tone.

 He didn’t have the will to refute her. He had never had it when it came to such a situation, after all he had always had a fragile and compromised health, which didn’t help to calm down his parents when he ended in the hospital again.

 On the other hand, many people thought that Janet was someone extremely cold and severe to be a mother. Which wasn't exactly true, it’s just... She showed her love in other ways, a little differently. Tim knows when he was born, he was premature, very small, sickly and not the first baby Janet had carried, but the only one who could have born. For this reason, he knows that, although she travels a lot and not many people consider her a model mother, his mother possess an extreme and powerful sense of overprotection embedded in her, and when it’s active threatens to destroy everything and everyone around it. Which was now aimed at the person who hit him, who is going to have to deal with the Drake army of lawyers.

 It’s somewhat unfair and exaggerated to waste such an amount of legal power against someone because of a simple accident, unless it’s a good reason, at least that’s what he thinks. He wishes he had said it, but he knows it will be in vain, they are already in it, and he’s also exhausted, the drugs are probably still working. So, before he knew, he was just falling asleep.

 As he slipped into the dream world, he really hoped that the person responsible for the accident weren’t someone he knows or cares about, because they could end up hating him.

He also felt his mother gave him a light kiss on the forehead, but that only made him smile.

 ~0.0~

 “I have a problem.”

 “Yeah, I’ve figured out.” Roy replied across the table.

 He had only raised an eyebrow and put aside his coffee when he saw Jason enter the room and sit in front of him in panic. Well, Roy couldn't do much after being called there so suddenly either.

 “A big problem.”

 “I felt it when I received your texts.” He said again, more than calm. “Very deep, by the way.”

 Jason snorted. Right now, he was going to explode like a popcorn, many things had happened, so it hadn't been in his plans to write a text beyond the “Help, I fucked up” to his best friend.

 “Roy, c’mon” He scolded him, agitated. Right now, he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket for all the texts Bruce was sending him, that didn’t help at all.

 “Ok, sorry.” The redhead raised his hands in an attempt to calm things down, then looked at him curiously. “What happened?”

 Jason writhed uncomfortably in his chair at that question, it's not like it's the first time he asked that to him if the redhead was so calm at the moment it's because he was used to doing this. He had come to Roy because he’s his best friend, the one he trusted, who wouldn’t judge him, and the only one who has the privilege to know certain personal information, which had importance at the moment. The thing is, he had no idea where to start, there were so many things at once, he wanted to think about how to explain them all because he could see his friend getting impatient as he hesitated.

 “Jay.” He said, it's not like Roy was very patient to begin with.

 “Wait, I'm thinking.”

 “You're a literature student, you're supposed to be good at words.”

 He's right, but Jason's eloquence was absent since this morning.

 “I don't know where to start, dammit.”

 “From the beginning.” The other said, then looked to his phone. “I have to pick up Lian from school in an hour, so hurry up.”

 Jason sighed and scratched the back of his neck, deciding to say it all at once. He said to himself he does it because he didn’t want to interfere with the single father duties from his friend and not because he was going to explode.

 “Okay.” He sighed again, gathering strength to himself. “You remember… That guy?”

 “That guy?” Roy asked back.

 “Yes.”

 “The one we saw on campus earlier in the semester?"

 “Yes.”

 “The one who's also friends with Kent, the quarterback?”

 “Yes.”

 “Nerd, short, pretty eyes, nice ass and very cute?”

 “Yes. Yes.”

 "Totally your type?"

 “Yep.”

 “The one you have a crush on and look at him from afar, but you deny it and never take the first step because you’re a dramatic bitch?”

 “Yes.”

 “What? You have finally talked to him?”

 “No.”

 “Then what?”

 “I ran him over.”

 Roy was silent. Completely silent, looking at him and blinking a few times at the news. Jason couldn’t avoid wondering if that was the face he did when he found out he was going to be a dad in high school, but he couldn't joke with that because he was too busy panicking right now.

 “What?” The redhead ended up asking to make sure he had heard correctly.

 “I ran him over, Roy.” He repeated, feeling the panic build within him again.

 The other was quiet again, staring at him stunned.

 “I. Ran. Him. Over.” He repeated once more, this time to internalize it himself, because since it had happened, he hadn’t even had time to do it. “During the break, with the bike.”

 One, two, three seconds of silence before Roy dared to say anything, and when he did everything that came out of his bright and amazing mind was:

 “He’s dead?”

 “No!” He yelled in exasperation at that, causing some clients in the cafe to look at him.

 He didn't even want to imagine that possibility, he already had enough.

 “Well, that’s good.” The other tried to say to see the positive point of the whole thing.

 “It’s not. It’s not!” He complained, none of this was okay.

 “If you think about it, you've already broken the ice, Jay.” His friend joked to cheer him up. "Everything that follows is easy."

 “What I broke was his leg.” He sentenced still agitated, he appreciated the attempts from the other for encouraging him but couldn't work for many reasons. “And wait, there's more.”

 “There’s more?” He asked, intrigued, with that face he made every time he heard a gossip that interested him.

 “There’s more.” He confirmed with a nod. “Now I know his name.”

 “You know it?”

 "Yes, I finally know it.”

 “Tell me.” He asked, beginning to smile, like an exalted puppy.

 “Do you want to know?”

 “Yes.”

 “Do you really want to know?”

 “Yes!”

 “Timothy Drake.”

 Roy was quiet again, thoughtful. This time Jason swears that he could see how the gears in his head gave their all -which wasn’t much- to assimilate that name and think where he might have heard it before.

 “Drake?” The redhead ended up asking with a frown.

 “Yeah. Drake.”

 "Like… Drake Industries?”

 “Exactly.”

 "Your father's competitors?!” He asked then, opening his eyes slightly.

 He nodded. His adoptive father, Bruce Wayne, was in charge of the famous and multi-million-dollar company called Wayne Enterprise, which for the past few years had been surrounded by strong rivals in Gotham, such as Drake Industries, for example. Directed by Jack and Janet Drake, who apparently have an only child, a student, very attractive and easy to hit.

 “Yes!” He exclaimed, taking his phone out of his pocket to show it to his friend, the object had started vibrating again nonstop, texts arriving over and over again. “And guess what: They are not happy!”

 “I wouldn't be either if you ran over my daughter.” Roy said as if it was obvious.

 “But you don't have a public image, an army of lawyers and a lot of money!” Technically he had it, because Oliver Queen is not exactly from middle class, but he was not rival of his family and the gossip magazines would not publish the minimum friction that they had. “They've already called Bruce and they want a meeting with those involved, they are going to eat me alive."

 He was sure they would. The Gotham's corporate and high-society landscape had never been his thing, he was just a street boy who knew no manners and bored by math, it had been clear from the first and only sophisticated gala to which he was forced to go and in which he learned that high society were unscrupulous sharks.

Maybe if he had gone to more of those parties, he would have met Timothy Drake before and wouldn’t have to learn his name after struck him with his motorcycle, but you can no longer change the past.

 "Well, yes, you screwed up." Roy finished saying as he nodded, totally convinced.

 What a great support. Wise words.

 “They're going to kill me, if Bruce doesn't do it before.” He thought aloud, they hadn't even made an appointment with the lawyers, and he was already stressed. “Or Fox with the public relations team.”

 He could already see the headlines in the gossip magazines, overshadowing the ones that talked about his older brother's one-night lovers or the ones that mentioned the bad manners the little one had.

 “Yes, you are fucked.” Roy said, nodding and taking in what he had just told him, although after a few seconds he frowned. “But… Bro, just one thing.”

 “What?” He asked, rubbing his eyes, and doing his best not to pull his hair out.

 “How did you end up running over the boy? You are not a bad driver; you are always focus.”

 Now it was Jason’s turn to stay quiet and look at the table, blinking as he chooses an answer that didn't make him look like a fucking mess. He couldn't think of any, so he allowed the silence to continue.

 "Jason?" Roy asked, beginning to lose patience again. “What happened?”

 Still not saying anything, Jay looked down further and felt his cheeks begin to heat up.

 "No…" Roy whispered surprised. Knowing him so well gave him too much of an advantage. “Tell me it’s not true.”

 He couldn’t do nothing more than blushing stronger, cross his arms and shrug. He wanted to deny what he was thinking, but he couldn’t.

 That morning he hadn't expected to see Timothy hanging around that part of campus with his friends as he searched for a place to park his bike. The boy was wearing a wide sweatshirt, but at the same time those tight pants that fit him so well, his blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the wind ruffled that ebony hair that seemed soft to the touch, and the soft and loving smile that was directed to his friends as they walked together caused things in Jason that he couldn't explain.

So, in one moment he was looking at him stunned and the next he had lost the course of the motorcycle and was hitting him.

 Shit happens, right?

 Apparently not, because Roy had started laughing. A lot. Had started with a weak and incredulous laugh that had grown to become loud laughter that made the tears jump of his eyes and the people in the cafe look at them again, annoyed.

 “I can’t believe it! Jay!” Roy said loudly and laughing like crazy, he could hardly breathe.

 “It's not funny.” He replied, his arms crossed and his face anger.

 Yes it was, it was very funny indeed. If it had been Roy who had run over his crush for having been too distracted having a gay panic for him, he would have also laughed a lot and wouldn’t have let him forget it for the rest of his life. So, he was sure that his friend was not going to do it too.

 “It's amazing!” The other answered trying to dry the tears away but still laughing. “Bud, you’re really fucked.”

 Jason knew he was saying it just because being so attracted to a guy to the point of running him over unintentionally was a lot, but if they took into account that surely now that boy hated him, along with his parents, friends, and lawyers, whom he would have to meet soon to deal with the consequences of that, yes, that described his situation quite well.

 Jason was fucked.

 ~0.0~

 “I just have one question.” Bruce said to his side, also laying his back on the corridor’s wall.

 One day, only one day had passed. 24 hours since he had committed the serious mistake of being too aware of a cutie with black hair and blue big eyes like a damn puppy, and he was already in the law firm wearing a suit, almost sweating and the man he could call father looking at him sternly. They were both in the hallway which was heading to the boardroom as they waited for permission to enter, and Jason had been trying not think about how he had destroyed his chances of dating the Drake boy before Bruce came up to judge him, again.

He didn't blame him, the man had spent the previous day receiving and making calls on his name, making the appointment as he could while containing his desire to give him a slap. He didn’t need the talk of "we are public figures, we have to behave" again, because he gave it that to him a lot at his younger times, so he had tried to stay out of it. This implied that Bruce didn’t have time to ask him anything before he had to get him up earlier to go to the Drake’s law firm. Knowing this, Jason continued looking at nothing, but he nodded to give him the opportunity to ask that question.

 “There are more than eighty thousand students enrolled at Gotham University.” The man began to say still looking at him. "And of all of them, you have to run over Timothy Drake precisely?"

 Jason seemed to think about it for a few long seconds, although the answer was obvious.

 “Yes?” He answered. No one at the university had caught his eye like Tim had, so he doubted he could have been distracted enough by another person to run them over.

 Bruce sighed deeply, exasperated, and lifting his hand to the bridge of his nose. He had seen him do that gesture of disappointment so many times throughout his life that he could no longer count them.

 "Jason…”

 “It was an accident.” He was also lost count the times he had said that since the day before.

 "I know, son, but it's not me you have to convince.” He finished explaining, taking another deep breath. “It’s her.”

 The tone in which he said that, was uncertain and with severe hints of fear, something he was no longer so used to hearing from Bruce and made a chill run down his spine.

 “Her?” He asked, trying not to break his voice from the stress.

 Bruce breathed again to try to calm down and nodded, the way he looked at him to reveal more reminded him of Alfred when he told him stories as they cooked together in the manor when he was younger.

 “Janet Drake.” He let out that name in a low voice, as if it were forbidden to pronounce it. “You've never met her in person, and I was counting on you not have to.”

 “Why?” This time he couldn't stop his voice from breaking slightly.

 “Don't get me wrong, she is a beautiful woman, very intelligent and talented. Everyone knows that Drake Industries has come this far thanks to her.” He began to say, in a poor attempt to calm him that was not leading nowhere. "But do you know how she is called?”

 “How?” His throat couldn't close anymore, he didn't like where this was going.

 “The Ice Queen.” Bruce announced. “That's how she’s known, but I can assure you is not enough.”

 This time he didn't want to ask anymore, although Bruce would keep talking. Because the ice queen, the ice queen, the ice queen, fucking seriously? No one who has earned such a name in Gotham's corporate and high-society landscape can be kind and understanding. Fuck.

 “I have only seen Janet angry one time.” His father emphasized as he pulled out his tie, as if it were choking him. Maybe he was nervous too. “Many years ago, at a gala organized by the Dumas.”

 It took Jason a few seconds. He tried to link that last name to some wealthy Gotham family, but unfortunately, he couldn't think of any.

 “Who are the Dumas?” He ended up asking.

 Bruce looked him seriously in the eye, returned to pull his tie out and nodded frowning.

 “Exactly.” He replied annoyed.

 Jason swallowed hard and looked back at nothing at the implication in that response. He was going to die, he was going to die, he was to fucking die, there was a beast in Gotham, a fierce and fearsome beast that apparently erased families from the business and social map and he had angered her, he had angered her a lot. He had awakened the beast by harming her puppy, and everyone knew that nothing was more dangerous than an angry mother.

 “Mr. Wayne, you can come in.” They heard the voice of one of the mediators calling them from the door of the boardroom.

 It's hot, why it’s so hot? He's sweating, he's sure he's sweating, or maybe crying, but he can't be sure because Bruce has put his hand on his lower back, trying to cheer him up and is directing him to the room followed by his own lawyers because they can't let the Drakes wait, but Jason felt like he was going straight to the slaughterhouse.

 When he entered, he was greeted by the sight of another group well-dressed, very serious and sitting across the table, lawyers, public relations, and mediators, ready to work and do reach an agreement between the two of Gotham's biggest families with their friction. However, all of them and their greetings were in the background for him when he realized that in one of the chairs was the small, nerdy and adorable boy who had accidentally hit, who looked at him from his seat surprised by his presence and -surely- for being able to put a face to his attacker. He didn't expect him to be there either, he should be resting, but seeing him made the stress he felt ease at least a little.

Both seemed to stare at each other for a few seconds, recognizing each other, and after what seemed like forever, Timothy gave him a slight, almost imperceptible, sorry smile. Jason's heart jumped and he felt warm for a second, his nerves almost disappeared at that gesture, looking at the way in which the boy had combed different this time for the meeting, how pretty he was -as usual-, or how a dimple formed in his cheek when he was smiling, how beautiful that smile was. He would like to see him smile more, smile at him, and does that mean he didn't hate him? He would like to know, and it was all happiness and hope until he realized why of that sorry smile.

 Suddenly he felt cold, so cold.

 Janet Drake was also staring at him, sitting right next to her son in a straight and elegant posture, without taking her eyes off him. Black hair, smooth and shiny, delicate features, neutral and apparently calm expression. Beautiful, but unattainable, because her blue, icy eyes pierced him in a way that froze him inside. The woman sitting there seemed to be able to see his soul and rip it off, everything from him, that could split him in two and rip out every part of his being without any effort. And despite appearing calm and serene, her aura, everything in her posture, in her gaze, screamed danger and misfortune.

 There’s no doubt, she’s the ice queen in all her glory.

 He was wasted.

 ~0.0~

 Tim was wasted.

 When he had got up that morning, everything he had asked for was that the meeting was normal and went without any inconvenient. And as he prepared to attend awkwardly and without receive any help, because half a day was not enough time to get used to using crutches, he mentally reviewed what had been planned for that meeting.

 His parents hadn’t wanted to reveal who had been the responsible for the incident, he didn’t know exactly the reason, but he sensed it must have been someone important, given the deployment of means that had been carried out, it’s not like they also gave him much opportunity to ask anyway. Both immediately went out to arrange the meeting and to arrange things with the hospital so they would give him discharged, and by the time he was allowed to leave he was too exhausted and wasn’t going to say no to anyone when they asked him to rest even more, because he needed it. Hopefully, he had already had an excuse to turn in those assignments later.

So, despite not knowing who he was going to meet, he had decided to do that unfortunate soul a favor and stay in the line that he was fine, surely it had been an incident, and they didn’t have to give it more importance than it had even though his mother wanted to cut heads and stick them in stakes to decorate the garden.

 He was the more affected, his word had to count there... No?

 Anyway, that's what he thought before he saw Jason Todd walking through the door.

 Now, all crushed down, the meeting had started a while ago and he was quiet, serious and sitting in his chair with the Wayne's in front of him, looking at the fine mahogany table and barely listening to the legal conversation that was taking place in his name, although why he fooled himself? Nothing he could say would change anything or appease his parents. But the thing was, why? why is the world so cruel? Jason Todd? really? Of all people, of all motorcycles in the world, it has to be the one from his crush?

 It's not like he'd ever thought he had a slight chance with him after all. Jason was tall, handsome, with that bad boy vibe that he likes too much for his own good, also smart, cult, while Tim was... Tim. They had only spoken face to face once at a gala where a 12-year-old Jason shared a muffin with him and never went to any of them again, sure he didn't even remember it. They also went to different faculties, he only saw him from afar on campus from time to time and they hadn't even spoken, but that didn't stop him from noticing him because he had eyes, thank you. No one knows, except maybe Conner, but beyond a curious sparkle in his eyes after realized that he was drooling over Jason in the distance, he never brought the topic up, so he'd always had that fascination with the Wayne boy in secret and under lock and key. He knew that his parents wouldn't be too happy to find out that he was interested in the son of his greatest competitor, or that he was interested in any boy in general, that topic had never come up anyway and he wasn't going to bring it up.

 Until the boy walked into the meeting room with his father and Tim almost had a short circuit when he realized that what hit him was an attractive literature student in a leather jacket riding that incredible Ducati. Come on, it wasn’t fair, he had always wanted to ride that, and then the bike, but it wasn’t the most appropriate thing to think about when the other one was looking at him surprised that he was there. He was so busy panicking that he only managed to give him a nervous smile that he hoped hadn't ridiculed him, and then when they sat down he could only scream internally because Jason was so handsome in a suit, this meeting might not end well, Jay could end up hating him if he didn't already, and his mother hadn’t taken her eyes off the tallest as if she were a shark smelling fresh blood.

 So, trying to regain his composure and recover from the revelation, Tim sighed, straightened up in his seat, and pretended to listen the meeting while trying with all his might to calm down.

 But he couldn't do it, he couldn’t, because it wasn’t easy. The atmosphere wasn’t the most adequate to do it, he could heard his father laugh and trying to appear friendly and understanding when he knew that it was only a strategy to emphasize the coldness and seriousness of his mother, who, of course, kept looking at the Waynes as if they had committed the greatest offense known to man. He played with his fingers for a moment and peeked to assess the situation, Bruce, or Brucie, kept an eye on the mediator's talk, while Jason… Oh.

 He turned his gaze away immediately, trying to control his blush. Jason was looking at him in a sneaky attempt too, but they had both failed when their eyes met across the table. He didn't know what to think about it. Did Jason hate him? He did? What was he thinking? He would hate him, of course. He was too nervous, and the possibilities started to suffocate him, he needed to get out of there.

 Luckily, his beloved malevolent mother, the perfect model for being a villain in a Disney movie, possessed a sharp sixth sense that was activated at the slightest sign of anguish on his part, which caused her to divert the piercing gaze of the Waynes to center it on him, silently asking what was wrong.

The only good thing about being run over a day earlier by the guy you like is that he could excuse himself from these kinds of meetings without any repercussions or questions.

 “Can I get out for a moment?” He whispered, lowering his head.

 His fear of asking something like that wasn’t exactly small, but Janet seemed to consider it for a few seconds as she carefully analyzed him before giving his approval and nodding, not before turning his gaze once more to Jason.

 Before deciding to worry more about it, he stood up as he could with the crutches and managed to leave the room ignoring the looks on him. His goal was to get to the water machine that was around the hall to pour himself a glass and calm down a bit, but that broken leg didn’t make it easy for him. It was a hard journey; he swears when he got there, he could hear the victory music of Mario Kart playing in his head.

 It would have kept playing, he would even have sang it, if it hadn't been because while pouring that first glass, a voice behind him caught his attention and made him jump and turn around with all the speed he had, which wasn’t a lot.

 “Hey.” Jason had said softly.

 He had to put everything he had together so as not to drop the plastic cup or crush it in his hands. How had he also escaped from the meeting? So much time had passed since his trip to the water machine?

 “H-Hey.” He replied nervously and looking down.

 That seemed to make Jason nervous too, who already seemed to be it before too, as well as a little guilty, because he tried to look everywhere except him until he had no choice.

 “Hi.” Said the tallest.

 “Hi.” He replied again.

 Eloquent. Inspiring.

 They ended up looking at each other closely, at least for a minute before Tim began to fear again and prepare himself for the impending rejection he was going to suffer without even trying. That happened to him for crossing the street without looking before.

But then Jason sighed hard, he tensed and scream in his mind than he wasn’t ready.

 “Listen. I…” He began to say, scratching the back of his neck and looking at him sadly. “I’m sorry.”

 Eh?

 “Eh?”

 The other looked at him confused at his reaction. Although surely, he wasn't more confused than he was, he didn't expect an apology even though it was the most normal thing to do in those situations.

 “I'm sorry.” Jason repeated, frowning in confusion. "It was an accident, really. And I'm glad you're okay."

 If Jason Todd didn’t want him having a massive crush on him this isn’t the way. At all. He had no right to be so attractive to begin with, but neither so good nor kind to him. Before Tim could think better of it, he was already spitting out an unnecessary question:

 “Aren't you angry?” He asked, he knew it sounded a bit stunned, but it seemed weird to him. “For all of this?”

 Anyone would have been upset or angry about all the trouble their parents had been having over something like that, with the lawyers, the firm, and the notaries. If it had been someone else, they would have caused them a lot of trouble, he was aware of it. So, he couldn't help but wonder how Jason couldn't blame him for the legal mess.

 “Shouldn't I be the one asking that?” Jason said raising an eyebrow and pointing at his crutches. “You were the most affected.”

 Blinking, Tim realized what he was implying on that and he quickly shook his head effusively. Jason thought he was angry at him? That he hated him for this or something? That’s why he had been so tense with him?

 “Oh no. It’s okay.” He hastened to explain. “I know it was an accident, I wasn't paying attention either, those things happen.”

 Jason's shoulders seemed to lift as if a huge weight had been lifted from him, and his eyes shone at him in a way he couldn't determine, made him want to smile, this time from relief. Jason didn't hate him, or vice versa. That was a good sign, wasn't it? It meant he had a chance… Right?

 “Thank god.” Murmured the other with a slight smile, clearly relieved.

 “Unless you did it on purpose.” He dared to say with a playful tone, wanting to take weight off the issue. “In which case, it wouldn't be so good.”

 Jason's smile widened and he let out a funny snort, relaxing him was a plus and made Tim compliment himself for that.

 “How would I have met you then?” Jason blurted out, still smiling at him.

 The atmosphere between them changed completely, it was no longer so uncomfortable or formal, but very different, embarrassed, and warm. Tim felt how his heart stopped before starting to beat faster, because that last one, the way he had said it, and the nervous look he was giving him now, was Jason flirting with him? It was real?

 “A-Ah.” He replied mildly surprised. “I don’t know…”

 If he continued like this, his brain would definitely fry, more than it already was. He looked at the hallway wall uneasily as Jason ruffled his hair, also undecided.

 “I'd like to make it up to you.” He ended up saying, looking like he had come to an agreement with himself. “If you don’t mind.”

 “Oh?” He asked, tilting his head curiously, his heart starting to beat stronger than before by the tiny possibility.

 “I can invite you to a coffee, or something like that… It would be okay?”

 This time when Jason looked up, still seemed impatient and nervous, but the slight blush covering his cheeks indicated why. Tim almost exploded right there, and he had to take all of himself to act quickly.

 “Yes. A coffee would be fine.” He also nervously stated, trying to control himself. “It would be a date?”

 The brief seconds Jason took to answer that question born from his desire to know, seemed like hours to him, the longest in Tim's life. But when he ended up nodding, scratching the back of his neck again and totally flushed, he couldn't help but smile excitedly and let his own blush appear this time, feeling warm and happy.

 “Then I'd love to.” He answered laughing, he couldn’t help it.

 “Yes? Really?” Jason asked in surprise again, as if it hadn't been clear from the start that he would say yes. Although by the way they ended up talking, it wasn’t surprising that he doubted his answer, not many people forgave something like a struck with a bike.

 “Yes.” He nodded again, totally sure. “What about now?”

 No, he didn’t want to go back to the meeting, he knew Jason either. It was no longer worth it. And maybe with this they could give the public relations team something else to work with.

Jason smiled at him in that warm and happy way that made him feel dizzy, but he looked to the hallway of the meeting room somewhat concerned.

 “Bruce is used to me avoiding these things, but I don't think your mother would be very happy.”

 After a moment of thinking about it, Tim almost went back to laugh again, happy, funny, almost touched.

 Before that meeting and his departure from it he hadn’t been sure, but with Jason now in front of him there was no doubt. Her mother expressed her love in very different ways, and it was evident that she had an efficient and sharp mother radar, there was nothing that escaped her, there was nothing she didn't know, no matter how much Tim had tried to hide his panic at the beginning of the meeting, or his sexuality itself. He was very sure that by now she had to know, and if she wouldn't have wanted him or Jason to leave the room, she wouldn’t allowed it. If she hadn't wanted them to talk right now, Jason wouldn't be there. It was that simple.

 “I think we'll be fine.” He assured him with a wide smile, taking his mother's actions as a kind of blessing.

 When Jason's eyes shined and he smiled back, he confirmed it.

 Yes, they would be fine.

 ~0.0~

 “You look so pretty today, Janet. You haven’t changed at all since our last meeting.” Said Brucie with his usual smile.

 “…”

 “How much time has passed? Six years?”

 “…”

 “And look at you, beautiful as always.”

 “…”

 “Jack is a lucky man.”

 “…”

 “And Timothy? Oh, I remember when he was little, totally the cutest thing in the galas. Now is a man too, but he looks a lot like you.”

 “…”

 “Kids, uh? Grow up so fast.”

 “…”

 “…”

 “…”

 “Talking about kids, ours have left a while ago, maybe I should go to find th-”

 “Sit down.”

 Bruce sit down and didn’t speak again.

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Hamish & Vera soulmate au headcannons

Part two of the first words au suggested by my girl, Sima, as demanded requested.

I am Not Happy about this

I'm a very big fan of saying "fuck canon" in favour of my otp happening but honestly ,,,,, the pain is too great to pass up so here we go.

It took months for Hamish to properly open up verbally. When he did, Vera asked about the ring. He told her all about Cassie and Nico, save the bit about the Knights.

It was a few more months when Hamish started visiting the old places he used to love to favourite with Cassie, but they still weren't the same. He didn't mind, though. They were just places now. Places that held pleasant memories. Now, important places are where he goes with Vera.

Hamish is on his way to meeting Vera when he runs into Randall Carpio. The man is crazy, Hamish first thinks. Then, he'd make a good knight.

"Who's the lovely lady? Hi, I'm Randall Carpio, and you are?"

"Taken."

"Damnit, Hamish!"

Vera finds him endearing, somewhat, as one would a toddler. Two days later, Hamish decides to invite Randall into the Knights. Greybeard chooses him and they celebrate. It feels good to have someone to talk to about things only a Knight would understand. He thought about Vera, but after Cassie, he didn't think he could handle it. Besides, Randall looks like he'd take on a wolf without being one of them. He's perfect for the job.

Hamish knocks on Vera's door late one night.

"Are you okay?" "Can I stay here tonight? Please."

Vera obviously lets him in.

"You ever meet someone and you know they've done nothing wrong at all, but it feels like they're trying to replace someone you've lost?" Vers tries a joke, "This isn't about me and Cassie, is it?" Thankfully, Hamish finds the joke funny. "You, no. Cassie, yes. Randall's made this friend and honestly there's nothing wrong with her but . . . it's like she's wearing Cassie's favourite jacket and I can't get her to take it off."

Hamish intentionally leaves out the part where he was the one who opened the doors for Lilith. Vera would find the metaphor much more impactful if she knew Hamish meant Timber.

Hamish doesn't talk much about Lilith to Vera, though it's not as if they get a chance to talk at all. Now with Randall and Lilith knighted, Hamish has found purpose outside of Vera -- taking down the Order. They were what got Nico killed and they were what got Cassie killed. Hamish knew the Order was the bad magic he's supposed to fight. In addition, Vera's just been made Temple Magus and it is a lot more more work than she'd anticipated. Not to mention, having the university in her jurisdiction included attaining the seat of Chancellor. Fuck the social life, I guess.

At least they're always able to come home to each other.

Unfortunately, that too starts falling apart.

Hamish gets pulled deeper and deeper into uncovering the Order with Randall and Lilith, slowly figuring out how to find the pledges and get rid of them. Since he'd told Vera about Cassie, talking about the departed Knight becomes easier. He struggles a bit to explain it all to Randall, but he's able to speak properly and tell Lilith all about Cassie. When Hamish reveals that Cassie had been Timber's champion, Lilith understands. She is harsh and brash and often rude, but she also has a heart to love, no matter how guarded and hidden. She makes an effort to distinguish herself from Timber and from Cassie. Hamish makes an effort to see Lilith instead of Cassie's replacement. Once they succeed on that, their relationship improves tenfold. (Randall is relieved. He was worried his days as a Knight were gonna be filled to the brim with tension and loathing)

Vera gets pulled deeper into the Order. She's sucked into the position she's been granted and no matter how much she tries to leave it for a break now and then, something or the other pulls her back. It doesn't help that the pledges decrease in number every year due to at least one of them dying.

By the time Jack Morton makes his way to Belgrave, things have quite nearly fallen apart. Hamish has stopped visiting an empty house. Vera's stopped trying to call when she finally leaves the temple, only to reach the voicemail of a sleeping Hamish, who's stopped trying to send texts every odd hour.

Given that Jack never actually said Vera's name to the Knights (I believe, and if I'm wrong shhh it's an au), it's no surprise that the the earlier parts of Finals Pt.2 is slightly more comedy than pain. (Let's assume Lilith never mentions Vera's name upon regaining her memories either)

Let it also be known that I, for the life of me, cannot recall how the entire scene plays out, so we just gonna make it up as we go along =)

Hamish is down in the basement when Jack brings a new ally to the den. An injured Lilith is there.

"Miss Bathory." "Bitch." "Fair enough."

Randall is in next, excited to see Lilith back in the den. "Hey! I knew you weren't dead!"

"Randall?" "Vera! Heyyyyy, long time no see, huh? Wh -- what . . . what are you doing here?" "You -- you're one of them? The werewolves?" "Shiiiiiiiit, you know?? Wait, you're not like,, in the Order, are you?" "How long have you been a werewolf?" *guilty face* "FROM THE START????"

Lilith & Jack: 🤨 wtf is happening here

Hamish returns. "Guys, who's. . ." Hamish stares at Vera. For a while, he wonders how she found the den. Then he wonders what she's doing at the den. Then he recalls Jack mentioning that he was bringing an unlikely ally. He'd figured unlikely ally meant someone in the Order. ". . . here?"

Vera shoots Jack a glare. "What the fuck is this, Mr Morton?"

"Uhh . . . I didn't-- I wasn't aware you guys were, uh . . . friends?"

Hamish is still staring at Vera. "This what you've been doing for years? Magic? The Order? That promotion . . . it wasn't about the chancellor position, was it?"

(Lil bit of comedy = Randall: WAIT, SHE'S THE TEMPLE MAGUS??????)

"You say magic like it's evil. Have you ever once thought about the fact that you've been murdering my pledges every year since Miss Bathory was expelled from the Order? Which is more evil, Hamish, protecting magic or killing its practitioners?"

"Your people got Cassie and Nico killed," Hamish hisses, "those practitioners you're protecting are the reason Cassie and Nico died. Magic. Is. Evil."

"Magic isn't evil! I was barely a Magistratus when your ex-girlfriend was killed! Do you think I enjoyed all those respondeo incantations? Wh-- why do you think I started spending so much time at the temple? Making sure I stayed Temple Magus? I am trying to make the Order better. But you? All you care about is murdering my Neophytes. Children."

(Randall: intense wincing as his parents fight. Jack & Lilith: perplexed but very invested in the drama. Jack's a lil upset that he's got plans to go and confront Edward. He kinda wanted to see the rest of that argument.)

"Oh, that's rich, V," Hamish snaps. Despite the clear rage radiating off of Hamish, Vera isn't afraid. The nickname is familiar and welcome. It's home. Hamish, no matter how far he is from her, is home. Doesn't mean she's not got her own barrel of problems to spill.

"Rich?? I'm not the one out here killing people before they get the chance to even live. You -- you -- you are -- you're a monster, you know that?" She says it factually, as if it's something common knowledge.

"Really, V? Are we doing this now?" "Might as well! If we're all going to die, I'm not going down without getting everything out. You know, while we're on the topic of being brutally honest before we die, Mr Morton, your sense of style is horrendous, Miss Bathory, your temper is infuriating and Randall . . . you -- you -- your jokes are lame!"

Funny enough, Randall is most offended. And then Lilith has his attention because she's hurt. "Can you help?" "I don't trust her." "I don't recall caring, do you want me to save your life or not?"

Hamish is pissed as Vera turns to help Lilith. Amusingly, he's pissed because Vera isn't paying him any attention. But there are more pressing matters, like the incoming army. "We have company."

"Fucking Kepler," Vera mutters.

Both Hamish and Randall squint at Vera. "Bitsy Kepler?" "Isn't she a bit . . . fickle and stupid to be in the Order?"

"Oh, you know Kepler too?" Lilith asks, more of a rhetorical question.

"No, V just complained about her a lot." "Don't call me that, Randall." "Sorry."

"They are circling the house. What are they up to?" "Knowing Kepler, something unoriginal."

*sounds of the order throwing burning spells.* The look of awe on Hamish's face as he watches Vera cast a protection spell does not escape Randall and Lilith.

"How long is that gonna last?" "Long enough for us to deal with them."

Vera is already following an undressing Hamish to the doors. "No killing." "No promises."

Lilith stares at the empty doorway. "Are we going to talk about th--" "Nope. Not at all. Never. Anything else. Anything but whatever just transpired."

When they get into the temple and set the Vade Maecum alight, Hamish thinks maybe it isn't so bad. Maybe Vera's right, maybe she can turn the Order around. Maybe magic isn't evil. Vera takes his hand. He gives hers a little reassuring squeeze. Come hell or high water, he'll always come back to her.

It's what soulmates do.

"So, Grand Magus, huh?" "Mhm." "I didn't think you remembered this spot exists."

Vera, despite her new persona of professionalism and perfection, gets down on the grass beside Hamish. She looks at him carefully. Is she doing the right thing? Probably not. But will it keep him safe from her and the Order? More likely than not.

"What is it, V?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"About?"

"Us. What happened to us?"

"Magic," Hamish jokes, lightly tapping his forehead against hers. I missed you.

Vera squeezes his hand twice. I love you.

Hamish closes his eyes. So much trust he has in Vera that despite knowing she's on the other side of the great divide between the Knights and the Order, he still trusts her enough to be around her blind. Vera's guilt starts eating at her insides already. It makes her sick, but she hasn't got a better choice. The alternative is allowing the order to launch an attack on the Knights -- and if the Order could kill werewolves before, they can kill them again. Vera never wants to feel the pain Hamish felt after losing Cassie.

This is losing him, but at least she knows he's alive and safe. Safe from the Order, from magic, from all of Belgrave's dirty little secrets.

She wants to be the one to monitor him, but Grand Magus duties steal her time and attention worse than Temple Magus did. She hates having to leave him in the hands of one of the Medicums, but she can't exactly do it herself, despite wanting to.

"I thought I was the quiet one," Hamish jokes.

"Shh. Some . . . peace and quiet is welcome."

"V, are you--" Vera quickly claps her hand over his eyes. "Sh. Don't . . . don't say anything. Don't open your eyes. I just . . . I just want to see you for a moment."

Hamish smiles and complies. Vera fights to keep her shaking breath quiet. She lowers her hand slowly. Could she spare time for one last kiss? Just one? No. One would never be enough. And she knows that if Hamish kisses her now, her entire resolve will break.

She squeezes his hand twice. I love you.

Before he can respond, Vera blows the powder in his face. She sits up slowly. Dear God, she was sure she'd done something horrible in a past life to warrant this kind of torture. At least for Hamish, losing Cassie hadn't been the product of his own making.

"Your name is Hamish Duke. You go to Belgrave University. You're a TA and -- and you study psychology. Forget the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose. Forget the Knights of Saint Christopher. Forget . . . Vera Stone."

Vera pulls him up. "Hey, that looked like a nasty fall. Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm okay, I think. Thanks."

"Sure." Vera can't help the two subtle squeezes she gives his hand before leaving. I love you. She doesn't want to be there when Selena Durov leaves her class and arrives. She doesn't want to see what Selena says to Hamish, what lies she feeds him and what she does. Vera wants to lock herself in her office and never see another person again.

Hamish frowns as he watches her leave. He wondered what had happened to her that her eyes were so sad. Part of him want to run after her and ask her. Ask her name at the very least. But something keeps him rooted to the spot where he stands.

Who was she and why did he feel like she'd said something very important?

Hamish holds his own wrist for a moment, feeling the ghost of her touch. The slight squeezes he thought he'd imagined.

I love you.

Who the hell was she? And why did he feel like he really ought to know her.

Part 3

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[jay-and-dean]

Too good to be true (This is how it ends.)

(Dean x Reader)

Summary : Dean and her are driving home, after another hunt together. They are in love, have been for a long time and it was so good… It was too good to be true…

Warnings : ANGST. DARK FIC. Seriously, I can’t put all the warnings because it could kill the fic, just don’t read it if you’re fragile lately.

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           Dean was desperate.

           That’s how it happened.

           She was looking out the window again, that expression on her tired face : an implacable anger, but not the kind of anger that makes people leave, no, the kind that irreversibly erodes the soul.

           She was silent again, what could she say ? Dean wanted her to look at him, he needed her to look at him, but not like she did lately, not with that anger, not with her broken heart just behind her doleful eyes.

           He needed the look of the beginning : the first months, the first year… Those knowing smiling glares, the little wrinkles at the corner of her eyes when she stared at him in awe, the lust burning in her dark pupils constantly…

           It’s gone now. The light in her died. Slowly, day after day, lie after lie.

It died during the nights she spent crying alone, hoping eventually she will fall asleep forever. It died while he was away, drowning his pain in the violence of hunting, in the bottom of a glass, in a bed that wasn’t his…

Is it possible that he loved her too much to make her happy ?

Squeezing the steering wheel, he struggled to see past the rain drops on the windshield. Drops of water, that’s all there were, on the windows, on her face, in his eyes… The little straight glowing lines of falling rain hit, harassing, the only light he still could control : the Impala’s headlights.

They were the best. Nothing more, nothing less. Together, they were invincible and their love used to frighten every nightmares, every monsters. It made the both of them twice stronger. At least in the beginning of their story…

Dean had found the woman that was going to save him when he thought nothing could ever but enough to do. She knew Hell too, not because she went there, but because it had followed her here on Earth, her entire life. The anger, the guilt, the sleepless nights… She was so much like him… And she took all of it when she moored to his gloomy life.

Everything was good now, and it was too good to be true…

She was pure fire and their passion burst just like in the movies. His hands always on her, her magic mouth able to make him beg with a whisper.

Moans in the middle of the night, laughs. Getting drunk and making fun of everybody else. Their hands in the blood of their last kill, their kisses burning… They were scary and their love was extreme. It consumed like bonfire.

It was just too good to be true…

He turned his head and saw the bruises on her neck. Bruises of hating love, and it got him half aroused, half disgusted with himself, as usual. Why wasn’t he able to be anything but rough lately ? Why did she provoke him so bad when he tried not to ?

How did it drift that much ?

Now their love making had become bruising and as violent as hate. No sweet kisses, no shy brushes of the hand, just hungry bites and yelling at each other while tearing each other clothes apart. And the sweetest taste of their mornings together turned to a sick codependency.

“Say something” he grunted, knowing it will probably turn to another fight, but the silence was killing him.

“Will you think of her next time you fuck me, Dean ?” she snapped, and his heart sank a little lower, making him nauseous again.

           Shame.

           A few years ago, she relieved him of his guilt with her love, but her hate little by little brought shame instead, and Dean couldn’t sleep anymore.

“Don’t be ridiculous…” he kept his eyes on the road, not realizing he was going a little faster, chasing something that he could never gain back : The love of his life.

           Tears fell on her face, and Dean remembered swearing he would never hurt her. That was a long time ago…

           That was too good to be true.

           Silence fell again in the car. That deadly silence that smelled just like a panic attack. Lately, he didn’t listen to music anymore, neither did her, so silence won… But music… The poison that spoiled their love ruined every song on Earth. Love songs make Dean want to rip his own heart, and other songs just didn’t matter at all.

That storm outside had given the entire world a smell of dampness, of mold and Dean hated this.

He had no idea how it got that bad… He just remembered fear, a fear that used to wake him up at night. Because it was too good to be true, and eventually, he was going to lose her. Came over-protectiveness, possessiveness, and all the excessive reactions, the hurtful words that comes with them. Too much alcohol too, way too much.And fights, fights over hunts, fights about risks, about choices, about mean words and fights about fights. Those about jealousy and just about everything.

Yelling at each other constantly…

Venom on the lips, and bottles crashing on the wall and fists breaking pieces of furniture.

He remembered that evening she hit him… The first time. She had promised never to hurt him too. But he had promised to drink less, to stop trying to control her, to trust her during hunts…

He broke every single promise he made except that one about loving her that much for eternity…

Accelerating again, he hissed thinking of their fights, of her fists hitting his chest with rage, of his hands pushing her against the wall while she yells and fights him.

He remembered the night he stepped on both their hearts, already bleeding out on the floor, he just crushed them with his boot.

When Cassie showed up just that night… When his rage blinded him enough to make him think a dive in the past would ease the pain. A past when he hadn’t been ripped apart by love yet.

“Baby…”

“Don’t call me that !” she yelled. Again. Her voice had only been yells, sobs or moans for such a long time now. “Her hand was on your knee Dean ! Her fucking painted nails ready to dig in your back !”

“I don’t want her !”

           He knew he was the one who made her crazy. Crazy in love, first, then he broke her trust, he broke her heart, and her mind with it.

“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME, DEAN ! I HATE YOU !”

Here it was.

As the words stabbed him, his hands gripped the wheel tighter and his eyes turned to her furious face. Her veins were showing in her neck, her eyes were red from crying too much, for too long…

“Stop being a crazy bitch !” his own word made him flinch.

He never thought he would speak like that to someone, let alone to the love of his life… But violence is easy to get used to.

“I AM THE CRAZY ONE ! YOU ALMOST KILLED THAT GUY LAST WEEK ! COPS ARE LOOKING FOR YOU !”

“He said he wanted to take you on the fucking wall !” he started to shake again, afraid, so afraid of something inside of him… But what ?

“WELL I NEVER CHEATED ON YOU DEAN !”

“You made him hope ! You were making me jealous on purpose ! Do you think I didn’t see the slutty smile, and the little bites of you lips ! Your lips are MINE !”

“IT HURTS HUH ?!”

           He bit his lips until he tasted his own blood.

Yes, he almost killed that guy ; he had no control over anything lately, she made him worse than the Mark of Cain, and still was the best thing that happened to him. And, yes, when someone got close to her, Dean turned to a psycho, she had to throw a glass on his back to make him stop- he could still feel the ache of the impact on his spine- ; and she had to grab his wrist to make him run. But while the sirens were ringing in the hot summer night, he took her so hard in that alley, marking her with his angry hands, terrified he couldn’t stop his fingers from squeezing her neck to death… Tears in her eyes, she didn’t flinch when he threatened her, she never did.

           Like she was satisfied by the idea of dying from his hands.

“You want me to suffer, you treat me like I’m a fucking enemy…” he sighed.

She took a shaky breath, obviously fighting her own painful lungs.

“I love you so much” she whispered before bursting in tears again, her thighs shaking with the ache she lived with each day. “I love you…” she was struggling to breath. “I love… Make me forget chaos…” she begged.

“Forgive me… Forgive me and I’ll do anything to make you happy again” he tried without an ounce of hope.

“I tried Dean… But each time I think of it…” she had so much gravel in her voice, they were choking her. “I want you to fucking die…”

He couldn’t add a word. Despair making him dizzy, and this stupid rain…

           The Impala was cleaving the night at the speed of his heart.

           He bent a little and looked up to try and see the sky but the storm was hiding all the stars. For a second, he wondered where was Sam. Probably in the bunker, with Eileen, with Jack, Cas, maybe Jody, Garth… With those friends he started neglecting a long time ago.

           He thought of how she easily became friends with all of them. She was his spring. After a whole life of a bitter winter…

           She has been the spring he waited for since childhood ; ice melt, flowers bloomed, he wasn’t cold anymore, and it wasn’t so dark.

           He can’t go through winter again, not now that he knew the heavenly warmth of her arms.

           She was spring…

           But summer is crushing them now, flowers wilted and the sun burnt hope.

Just smile, he begged in his head. Smile, baby, I’m begging you, I can make this right… Just smile…

           She put her face in her palms and screamed, making him jump a little, like he had been slapped. Her pain hurting him even more that it did her.

“I’ll make it right baby… I can fix us” he said reaching her knee.

But she hit his hand.

“DON’T TOUCH ME !”

“I’ll make it right” he insisted.

“YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT ! LOOK AT US DEAN ! TELL ME WHAT IS RIGHT ?” she yelled again, turning on her knees to face him. She seemed a little taller now, and she was so beautiful he just couldn’t believe it. There was no other woman he could look at, no other human he really cared about.

           The tiny shorts she was wearing didn’t hide the fingers shaped bruises on her thighs, the tank top wet with her sweat, and her purple and yellow collar of shame screaming “too late, too far” at him.

           And her eyes, the sadness in it was like a black hole.

“LOOK AT US !” she begged, and he wondered how this face could have been smiling once… It was a long time ago, and it was too good to be true.

           He would have given everything he had to make her pain stop. Everything. But he had nothing left but her…

           He thought it couldn’t be worse now, but she sat on her ankles and shook her head in sigh of renunciation.

“I have to let you go, Dean” she stated with a hoarse voice.

“What ? No !” he panicked, feeling Hell tighten around the world. His blood ran cold and icy sweat broke through the skin of his back. “Don’t say that…”

“You’re miserable, and… I want you to become Dean again, my Dean, the man I love so…” her voice broke. “So so much.”

“I am, baby… I am your Dean.”

“Not anymore… I’m like drug, you… you want me really bad but I’m b-bad for you” she wiped her face, trying to seem sure. “I’m letting you go.”

“Stop saying that, that’s not true. I was nothing before you came to my life.”

“You were a hunter, you were a hero, my hero… baby.”

           Here was the love. Here was what he so desperately needed, and she was saying it was over. He was high on her indeed, but how could true love be a bad thing ?

           Rage was his last defense against despair, so as usual, he couldn’t hold it back longer.

“I HAD NOTHING ! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME ! YOU WON’T ! I WILL TIE YOU UP IF I HAVE TO” he yells, his beloved car moving slightly aside for a second. “YOU’RE MINE ! YOU’RE FUCKING MINE !”

“GOD I HATE YOU !” she shouted.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL ! I CAN’T FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT YOU !”

“I HATE YOU !” I HATE YOU !” she screamed, tears soaking her face, her tiny fists hitting his shoulder. “LET ME GO ! LET ME GO ! I CAN’T…” her voice started to whistle and she was panting. “I can’t… Let me go… Make it stop… I love you so much it’s killing me…”

That war will never be over. There will never be truce.

           Nothing would ever make it better. Holding up seemed impossible, and letting go… Letting go… he just couldn’t think of it.

Smile… I’m begging you baby, smile…

           He accelerated again, like he could catch past.

I need your smile to breathe, tell me I didn’t break you that bad… Please.

Please.

Please…

           He never deserved her, he never deserved love, he was as bad for her as she was bad for him. But maybe that was the real curse of the Winchesters after all.

Love.

           His hands left the steering wheel for a second, just to grip it again, on the left of it. His jaw clenched.

           Time slowed and he looked at her one last time, completely ignoring the road go by at a crazy pace before them.

Smile… I’m begging you.

           Her wet reddened eyes widenned, looking behind her to the pit on the side of the road.She looked at him again and just let her head fall tenderly on his shoulder.

           And he brusquely turned right.

           The tires squealed…

           This is how it ended.

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[fromthewifecage]

Kombatants and a clumsy S/O (aka: Oh shit I just dropped my sandwich on the floor)

This idea for some headkanons came from a silly chat with @gojihime99, and I just had to write something. Also I’m suffering from pretty horrendous PMT this month and occasionally, amongst the anger and annoying fits of sobbing, I become even more clumsy that normal. I’ve almost fallen down the stairs so many times in the last 2 days that I have no idea how I haven’t seriously hurt myself. This includes Erron Black, Johnny Cage (mention of Younger!Johnny but focused on Dad!Johnny), Nightwolf, Bi-Han, Kenshi (yes @malicedragoness, I finally included him for you, sorry it’s not full on filth), Kabal and Kano (again Kano is last so if you don’t like him you can ignore the end). It’s aiming for humour and fluff, with a hint of smut. Hope you like :D It’s quite long so do keep reading after the cut! Erron Black: This man has the reflexes of a magician. He’ll be relaxing with you, an arm slung around your shoulders, one hand stroking through your hair, whilst his other hand will be dancing a coin across his knuckles. You’re not complaining, talented fingers are very useful after all, but it’s unfair that he never seems to drop anything or even have to concentrate on making sure he doesn’t spill his drink when he’s carrying it, your drink, a bowl of snacks, and some napkins because it’s inevitable that you’ll spill said drink at least once. “Noooooooooo!” Erron appears in the doorway, thumbs hooked into his belt, feet crossed nonchalantly and a massive smirk on his infuriatingly sexy lips. “What you dropped this time, darlin’?” “Sandwich.” He snorts and saunters away, spurs jingling, the noise only half covering his low rumbly laughter. Sexy bloody bastard. Well the floor is clean, he knows you drop stuff occasionally (all the time) and so he takes time to mop the floor, all so you can take advantage of the 5 second rule. And he mops topless because it means you’ll get all hot and red and then your clothes will fall off and you’ll both end up fucking on the kitchen worktops. “Noooooooooo!” This time it’s Erron yelling and you running into the bedroom. There you find Erron sprawled on the bed, his smirk even smirkier. “You ok?!” “Looks like I fell on the bed. Gosh darn it.” His smirk curls into a predatory grin that sends a deep aching pulse to your core. Ugh. Stupid sexy bastard. Then ‘oh nooooo’ you’ve fallen too. And your clothes soon fall to the floor. Gosh darn it. Keep reading for more idiocy after the cut...

Johnny Cage: Younger!Johnny has no time for clumsiness and will roll his eyes whenever you trip up the stairs (how is that even a thing? Surely gravity should stop that? Stupid science). He’s a bit of a twat, let’s be honest. It’s when baby Cassie comes along that he experiences his own clumsiness for the first time. Being woken countless times a night and surviving for months on little to no sleep turns the once smoothly graceful man into a stumbling mess. It also shows him how dangerous a home can be and after he’s tripped over a dropped baby bottle seemingly 100 times in one night that he calls in his PA and has the apartment (Penthouse) baby (and sleepy Dad) proofed. Dad!Johnny is a much more understanding and kind man. “Noooooooooo!” Johnny runs into the kitchen, hair wet from the shower and sticking up in every possible direction, towel flapping, fists held in front of him, his entire body radiating green light. “You ok, baby?” You’re speechless, scared and he’s now worried. It’s after a good few minutes of him searching the kitchen, spouting off threats of serious bodily harm that you find your voice. “I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with me I didn’t mean to I’m sorry please don’t Hulk-out!” He’s puzzled at first, and kinda worried you’re unwell. that’s when he notices the green glow lighting up the kitchen. His face flushes red and he’s so damn adorable that you can’t help but pull him into your arms, and when you finally get him to tell you about the ‘glow’ you just about die with happiness. You wake him up the next morning wearing all the green clothes you own. “You ‘Hulking-out’ now, sweetheart?” “It’s my way of glowing, you know, cos I love you too.” Maybe you didn’t need to dig out that ill fitting green shirt, because he has that off you in mere seconds, and everything else you’re wearing. Neither of you leave the bedroom until you really need a sandwich. And he offers to make it this time. Nightwolf: He’s not one to comment on any clumsiness, that would be mean and the last thing he’d ever want to do is make you feel uncomfortable or ashamed of something you can’t really control. If you repeatedly drop or squish things he’ll rearrange his home to make it easier for you to move without bashing your hip into the edge of the table, repeatedly. He’ll think about why you might be clumsy, are you not paying attention, or is the table possessed by an evil demon who likes to watch you hurt yourself on it’s sharp corners? Maybe you’re overly stressed by your job? He wants to help, he wants you to be happy and besides, if your hip is sore then that might get in the way of rolling about naked together in the forest and that is not ok. “Noooooooooo!” Nightwolf runs into the kitchen in the most heroic way, hair loose and majestic, an axe tightly held ready to vanquish whatever is making you shout. He finds you pouting at a happy Kiba licking at the floor. “Are you alright, my love?” When it comes out that you’re sad because you dropped your sandwich on the kitchen floor and Kiba snaffled it in one big bite, Nightwolf is stunned. He puts down the axe and pulls you into his arms, stroking your back and trying oh so very hard not to laugh. “I’ll make you a new one, and we can go outside and watch the sunset whilst you eat it.” Nightwolf is the best. Especially when he’s butt naked and howling with pleasure into the night as you ride him, sandwich forgotten and uneaten in the picnic basket he put together. Bi-Han: The man can move as silently as smoke and as fluidly as water, so honestly, your clumsiness does annoy him. But he does admire that you don’t make a big deal (usually), that you clean up any mess, and you don’t ask him to modify his home to suit you, rather you accept you’re going to bash your hips against the edge of the table, or hit your head when you open a cabinet when looking for his secret chocolate supply (he’ll deny he has one). If you’re living together or at least spending time together out of bed, then he has actual feelings for you, so accepts your clumsiness as part of you, and wouldn’t dream of asking or trying to get you to change. He loves you as you are, clumsy dork or not, and you love him just the way he is, a big scary (sexy) assassin. “Noooooooooo!” Bi-Han saunters into the kitchen. He’s an exceptionally skilled assassin, he can tell if there is someone else is in the house, and it’s just you, and from the sound of it, you’ve dropped your sandwich. He leans against the doorframe and watches you sulk. “You’re cute when you pout.” You have to stomp over to the fridge to hide the smile that tries to erase your pout. When you find you’ve had the last of the cheese you really do pout. Bi-Han just grins that infuriating gin of his and nods towards a bag on the table. Inside is cheese, crisp salad leaves and your favourite bread from your favourite bakery, all the way over the other side of town. He knew you were running low on supplies and didn’t want you to go hungry. You reward him with a long lingering kiss and don’t even mention the blood smear staining the bag. Best not to. Plus Bi-Han has his hands under your top and you’d really rather not distract him from that. Kenshi: He would never deliberately intrude upon your thoughts without your express permission, but sometimes, especially if you’re thinking hard or are emotional about something, your thoughts project too loudly to ignore. There are also times that Kenshi feels he has to read your thoughts, for example if you’re upset or he’s genuinely worried about you. Your clumsiness confused him at first, he’d hear shrieks or thuds, you’d wince if he pressed against a bruise as his hands explored your body, and it took him breaching his own rules on telepathy and reading your mind to see what really happened. So he was relieved to find that you were not in danger, no-one was hurting you or making you anxious enough to lose focus and hurt yourself; you just lost focus on your surroundings, weren’t spatially aware of your own body or were paying attention to something else enough to walk into the wall, again. “Noooooooooo!” Kenshi strolls into the kitchen as the sandwich levitates off the ground and back onto the plate you’re holding. “My hero!” You squeak and rush to hug him. He’s a fantastic hugger so you barely need an excuse to wrap your arms around his wiry frame. The sandwich starts sliding off the plate again so Kenshi calmly hovers them both onto the table to let you hug him tighter. “Was this just a ploy to get me in your arms?” You laugh and hug him tighter. “No, but would you object if I tried it in the future? Or we can just pretend I’ve dropped my sandwich and you can still be all handsome and heroic and save me from possessed food?” His laughter is silenced by your lips pressing to his own and hands that tug at his crisply pressed shirt. His smile is too beautiful not to kiss. Kabal: Not only is he a speed demon, but he’s graceful as well. Quite how he can zip around at speeds so fast Sonic would be jealous AND manage not to knock anything over and avoid pedestrians is frankly unfair. At the start of your relationship he’ll zoom around moving things out of your way, but after you explain it feels overly protective and nannying, he stops (unless you're in serious danger). He understands your need to feel free, to grab onto any small chunks of personal freedom that you can, and admires that you can accept your ‘flaws’. He does tease you about it if you bump into something, but gently and with a smile, and he knows you can’t resist his smiles, so it’s doubly good, right? “Noooooooooo!” He’s there before you finish groaning out your frustration. “You ok?” “Dropped my sandwich.” He can’t help but laugh. “And there was me thinking it was a monster. Kinda hoped it was a monster so I could show off and slice it into pepperoni so you’d swoon and offer me anything I wanted for being your saviour.” “Oh, is that how it is?” You grin and grab a hold of his shirt, tugging him to press against you. He raises an eyebrow and grins, eyes sparkling. “You want me to get on my knees and show you how grateful I am for you rescuing me from the big bad sandwich?” It’s after you both breathlessly get to your feet having rolled around on the kitchen floor, that you notice what happened to the sandwich. Kabal jokingly offers you the bum-flattened bread. You both end up on the floor again when you tell him you’d rather eat his ass. Kano: Drop his stuff and he’ll get pissed off, drop your own and he’ll laugh. And if you drop food then he’s fully into the 5 second (or minutes/hours) rule. Food is food, and when you grow up dirt poor then a little bit of floor on your sandwich isn’t enough to throw it away. If you’re in a casual/fuck buddy thing with him then he’s not going to see you enough to witness your clumsiness, but once he develops feelings for you and wants you around, he finds pretty much everything you do cute and lovable. “Noooooooooo!” Kano barrels into the kitchen like a sexy (sexier?) crocodile Dundee, knives out, tits out, red eye glowing menacingly. He’s used to all manner of fuck off deadly shit in Australia, and in Russia you may not have ‘death on eight legs’ or Jaws waiting mouth open in a puddle, but you do get bears, wolves, and angry bastards who’ve run out of vodka. “You ok, love?” You pout and point to the floor. Your meticulously made sandwich (and you’d been thinking about it all day) lay on the floor. “Well, whilst you’re down there, love?” His grin is filthy and despite the horrendous line, you laugh. “Oh no, think it’s my turn, don’t you?” “Don’t have to ask me twice.” For a man his size he is far faster than you’d imagine, and he has his tongue inside you before you can really catch your breath. He even gives you the bigger half of the sandwich afterwards. He’s a softy really.

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We Are A Family-Part 33

Title: We Are A Family. Pairings: Steve x tony, Peter x Wade, Nat x Clint, Sam x Bucky. Part: 33/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slowburn. Summary: When Nat comes into the avengers tower with baby Peter Parker, the avengers didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. But now that Peter is here,Steve and Tony both feel protective over him. It doesn’t help that Peter hates everyone other than Steve and tony. But as Steve and tony raise Peter, they start to fall for one another. Will this superfamily work out or will it all turn to hell?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32

Steve was angry, devastated, but mostly angry. At himself and at Tony. Why was it so easy for Tony to just move on? Was it because he got the extra years with Peter? Did he get his fill of Peter and decide that he didn’t need their son anymore? Steve knew it wasn’t fair for him to be bitter that Tony was around in the last couple years of Peter’s life, but he couldn’t help it. Tony was there and Steve wasn’t. and now it was Steve fighting for Peter, not Tony.

“Steve?” Natasha prompted and Steve snapped back to attention.

“Yeah?” he asked, but she was frowning. Her head tilted to the side and then she rolled her eyes.

“I still can’t believe you gave up on Tony, after everything.” Steve shook his head, that wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t give up on Tony.” Steve told her and she snorted.

“Right.”

“He gave up on me. and on Peter.”

“so that was the deal breaker huh, the very thing that brought the two of you together?”

“I don’t see Clint hanging around either.” Steve snapped and knew it was a low blow. He’d vanished and Steve knew that Natasha had been hunting him down. Halfheartedly, but Steve knew that she was just afraid of the man that she’d find.

“On the account that you and Tony just broke up and given the history, I’m going to let that one slide. Besides, they’re both not here for the same reason.”

“And what’s that Natasha?” Steve asked, crossing his arms.

“They’re scared that it won’t work and that they’ll have to face the disappointment of not bringing everyone back yet again.”

“And what about us? Don’t they think that we’re scared to?” Steve asked and she shrugged.

“When I first told you that I was doing this, you said you didn’t want Tony to know. You wanted to protect him from that disappointment, so don’t get shitty with me that you blabbed.” Natasha said and Steve sighed, he was being an ass and he knew that, but the idea of losing Tony was killing him. He wanted Peter back, and Tony and Steve didn’t understand why he couldn’t have both. Why was Tony making him choose?

-

Tony felt like the worst person on the fucking planet. The worst person in the fucking universe. God, how was he so selfish? His own fear of facing disappointment, was ruining the one good thing he had left in his life. Here was Steve, working tirelessly to bring back Peter, and Tony was being selfish. Yet, if it didn’t work-if they couldn’t figure it out, how the fuck would Tony survive that disappointment? It would be like Peter dying all over again. So he’d asked Steve to choose, in Tony’s head he thought Steve would just nod and that would be that. But Tony should have known his husband better than that, should have known the truth that was coming for him.

Steve didn’t quit.

Especially not when it came to their family. this whole time Steve had been fighting for it, he’d never given up on their little family. so why was Tony?

-

Four years later...

-

Steve stared down at his phone and was overcome with the overwhelming urge to call Tony. He just had to press down on the screen and the phone would dial. But Steve was afraid of rejection, of being told no by Tony. He was scared to tell Tony that he couldn’t give Tony what he wanted. All Steve could do would be to ask for forgiveness, for them to learn to get passed this.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Steve’s brows furrowed and he shot up to his feet, his phone forgotten. He knew that voice, the man who that voice had vanished along with everyone else. Natasha pulled up a video clip and there was Scott, waving at the camera.

“is this an old message?” Steve asked as his heart leaped up into his throat. How was that possible? The only person who was still alive despite Thanos’ best efforts was Wade, and that was only because he rematerialized faster than the stones had been able to take him.

“No.” Natasha said and the phone fell from Steve’s hand and clattered against the floor.

“Let him in.” natasha pressed a button and Scott grinned, Steve took off so he could meet the man halfway.

-

The phone ringed and ringed and Tony’s heart was up in his throat. Finally it stopped ringing.

Ttony? Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, I wanted to talk to you about that little girl, Morgan?” Tony asked and the therapist chuckled.

“So you’re going to go through with the adoption?” she asked and Tony began to pace around his little cabin.

“Yes, I think so.”

“That’s great news, her parents disappeared in the snap and she’s just been passed around from foster home to foster home.” Tony nodded, that was why Tony cared about this little girl so much. She was Pepper’s daughter, and if he’d known about her earlier-he would have adopted her sooner.

“So when can I get her?” Tony asked and the therapist laughed.

“Well I’ll have to make a few arrangements, you’ll have to sign some papers but I suspect that within the next couple days she’ll be all yours.” Tony grinned, feeling relieved.

“Excellent.”

-

“How the hell are you alive?” Steve asked and Scott shook his head.

“It’s a long story.” Steve couldn’t help but look around, hoping others would start to materialise out of thin air.

“Well how’d you do it? I need you to tell me every detail Scott, we need to bring the others back.” Scott shook his head, a sadness in his eyes.

“I didn’t go in the snap Steve, I was in the quantum realm.” Scott said and Steve shook his head.

“I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t come back from the dead.” Scott said and Steve shook his head, his brain couldn’t process that.

“No but you, you were gone and-“ Scott cut him off.

“I was in the quantum realm. I’d explain it to you but I doubt you’d actually hear anything I said and, are you okay?” Steve felt like he was being crushed by disappointment.

“I’m uh, fine. Just go talk to Nat.” he could feel her watchful eyes on his back, but Steve didn’t care. He needed a moment to process. To understand that once again, he didn’t have Peter.

“I spoke to my daughter Cassie and she told me everything, and while I didn’t die in the snap, I think I have a solution for it.” and there it was, a spark of hope that flickered to life in Steve’s chest. He whirled around, eyes wide and heart hammering.

“The stones were destroyed, we can’t use them to bring everyone back.” Scott nodded his head, but he didn’t look disappointed.

“Yeah I know, but that’s not my solution.” A new idea, Scott had an idea-a theory and it was the biggest breakthrough Steve had.

“And what is it that you’re suggesting?” Steve asked and Scott scratched the back of his head, suddenly seeming nervous.

“Time travel?”

-

Morgan was perfect in every way imaginable. She was adorable and sweet and so so smart and Tony fell in love with his little girl instantaneously. She stared up at the cabin with wide eyes and Tony’s heart leapt up into his throat. He would protect her at all costs.

“so I really get to live here?” she asked and Tony nodded his head.

“Yeah kiddo, you get to live here.” He murmured and she grinned her big toothy grin.

“Yay!” she began to run, dodging in and out of rooms and jumping up and down on pieces of furniture. Tony smiled and his mind flashed back to little baby Peter, who had run around in their new house in a similar manner. No, stop. Tony shook his head, wishing the memory away. He didn’t want to think of Peter and of all the sad memories that came with thoughts about Peter. God, what was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he move on? Why couldn’t he let go? Steve would love her, he’d adore Morgan-Tony just knew it. but he also knew that Steve would never forgive him for this. this would be a slap in Steve’s face, but Tony had done this for Pepper. So Pepper’s daughter could grow up feeling loved. This wasn’t to get back at Steve.

“Mr Stark?” she called and Tony followed the sound of her voice, she stood before the fireplace and was staring up at the pictures.

“Yeah Morgan?” Tony asked and she tilted her head.

“Who are they?” and she pointed at an old family photo. Back when things were good, Peter and Wade were twelve, and Steve hadn’t had his mind under Thanos’ control. Back when they’d all been alive and happy.

“Nobody important.” Tony said and she frowned.

“They look important.” Tony sighed, unsure on how to proceed.

“They’re just some people I knew.”

“Did something happen?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you see them anymore?” Tony’s eyes focused in on Steve’s face, smiling and happy. Not the haunted look he’d worn for the last year they’d been together.

“No.” There was a finality in Tony’s voice that stung, but it was the truth. He hadn’t spoken to Steve in years, and he only saw Wade a couple times a year. And Peter was gone, so Morgan would never meet him. Which really sucked because Tony just knew that Peter would be the best big brother. But Peter wasn’t here anymore, so Tony just picked up Morgan and carried her to her room.

-

Wade slumped down into a chair at the bar, his mind foggy.He hadn’t spoken to any of the Avengers-apart from Tony-since they’d failed to bring everyone back. He’d dropped off the map, unable to look at Steve or any of the others, it was too painful. He still saw Tony though, a couple times every year. Just to check in with him, make sure he was doing alright-for Peter. Everything Wade did these days was for Peter, he tried to make the world a better place because the world had lost Peter and that was absolutely devastating. But when Wade wasn’t busy helping other people and being a good citizen of New York, he drank. A lot.

“Whiskey.” He said to the bartender who rose a brow.

“Do you want me to call you a cab buddy?” Wade sighed and shook his head.

“No, I’m fine.” He was about three drinks away from passing out, and he was so so desperate to pass out. The bartender set down the whiskey and Wade downed it in one large gulp. It burned his throat but he didn’t care. The world spun and he tapped the glass. The bartender hesitantly refilled it and then Wade tipped the amber liquid back.He was supposed to go visit Tony tomorrow, Wade was hoping he’d never wake up. Next thing he knew, he was sliding off his seat and body crashing to the floor.

-

“What are you doing?” Wade spun around and there was Peter, sitting on the bottom bunk in May’s apartment and scowling.

“Trying to see you.” Wade said and Peter shook his head.

“You can’t keep doing this Wade.” Peter snapped and Wade shrugged.

“it takes the edge off, seeing you.”

“I don’t care, you can’t waste your life away for me.” Peter said and crossed his arms. Wade wished he could touch Peter, wished he could hold him.

“Steve is still trying to figure out a way to bring you back.” Wade told him and Peter groaned.

“You both need to stop, I’m serious. He’s not allowed to keep this up, it’s been what-five years?” Wade nodded and Peter shook his head, mostly looking disappointed.

“it’s all we have Peter. Looking for a way to bring you and everyone back, it’s all that’s left.”

“No it isn’t. you could move on and be happy and and-“ he was panicking and Wade tried to go to him but was stopped by some invisible barrier. Peter shuddered and glared at Wade, but the room was getting blurrier. Peter was becoming translucent-Wade was waking up.

“Petey?” he asked and Peter spoke but Wade didn’t hear it. the real world came rushing back to him and Peter was gone.

-

Steve took a steadying breath as Natasha parked the car in Tony’s driveway.

“You alright?” she asked and Steve found himself nodding.

“Yeah, it’s just-what do I say?”

“Sorry?” She suggested and Steve snorted. Like that would make up for it.

“This is going to work Steve, but only if we have Tony’s brain to help us.” She murmured and Steve sighed.

“What if he says no?”

“Then we figure out a way to persuade him.” Steve got out of the car and saw a little girl with brown hair and a tutu running around.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked and Natasha frowned.

“I don’t know.” Steve spotted Wade, chasing the little girl and both Wade and the girl fell silent and stopped once they had spotted Steve.

“Steve?” Wade’s brows rose and Steve forced a smile.

“Hey Wade.” And then Tony stepped outside, a smile on his face.

-

Tony stepped outside expecting to see Wade and Morgan playing, instead they were looking at the driveway. When Tony turned he saw Steve who was in a leather jacket and looking as gorgeous as ever. Once again Tony was overcome with all the love and desire he felt for the blonde man, who was forcing a smile and looked extremely uncomfortable.

“what are you doing here?” Tony asked and Steve’s blue eyes snapped to Tony. Tony saw his face soften and felt relieved to know that Steve was still in love with Tony.

“I need to talk to you about something.” Steve said and Tony heard nerves in his voice. For a second, Tony thought Steve was asking for another chance. A chance Tony would give in a heartbeat, but then he spotted Natasha and knew that that wasn’t what Steve was here for.

“What?” he asked and made his way to Morgan, scooping her up in his arms. Steve clenched his jaw at that, clearly putting two and two together.

-

Steve’s brain was short circuiting at the sight of Tony with what Steve presumed to be his daughter. She was adorable, and Tony’s face lit up when he looked at her. Steve wondered if there was someone else? Had Tony completely moved on? Found a new partner and adopted a new child, completely started life from scratch?

“We’ve got a lead.” Wade reacted first, a flinch and Tony stared at Steve.

“No.”

“Tony I need your help.” Steve pleaded and Tony shook his head.

“I told you once and I didn’t think that I’d need to repeat myself when I said that I didn’t want to be disappointed again. Steve you can’t just show up here and say you have a lead.”

“Think about Peter, I can’t do this without you.” Steve said and Tony shook his head.

“shouldn’t we let him rest in peace?” Tony asked and Steve shook his head.

“He shouldn’t have died and we can bring him back. I just need you to trust me, do you still trust me?” Steve’s voice shook with each word and he hated how desperate he sounded. Tony didn’t need Steve, but Steve needed Tony and that fact terrified him. But he couldn’t focus on that, he had the opportunity to bring back Peter, and he fully intended on taking advantage of that opportunity.

“Of course I still trust you Steve.” Tony said, and Steve smiled gently.

“Just hear us out, alright?” Steve asked and Tony nodded his head, his hair had gotten longer and Steve was filled with longing. It had been a long five years without him.

“alright.” And then Tony was leading them inside, and Steve’s heart filled with hope.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

CASSIE HELPING ROXY OVERCOME HER FEAR OF THE DARK 😭

Okay so. This version of Meteors would be set maybe a year or two after Roxy had her eyes stolen with Ruin happening somewhere in the first year. I think by this time she'd be kind of used to it, but given the circumstances, probably still wouldn't like it all that much. Probably more scary to her if she's suddenly plunged into darkness or wakes up to pitch black. Just a general unease if she's in the dark for too long so long as she was prepared for it, ya know?

That's not to say she doesn't get support for her problems with the dark of course. Meteors didn't just remove her blindness and eye problems. She clearly still wants them back in game really strongly so she does get a new pair of eyes in the transformation, but they're not perfect. She has awful light sensitivity and is pretty shortsighted now. She'll just sit around sometimes with her eyes closed or the lights off with a lamp or something to ease her nerves over complete darkness, and bright lights can give her awful headaches. They help her with this with strong, prescription tinted goggles. Glasses don't sit on her face so she has some cool goggles instead. Her room has blackout blinds and they went and got her a shit ton of soft fairylights to hang up around the ceiling so she doesn't have to have the main light on all the time. They get her more cool looking ones for her birthday so she has options for her room, and over time her collection grows and she switches them out fairly regularly.

However, you know what fear she's absolutely not over? Her fear of water. She could never see it before with her fancy eyesight so it stems from a fear of the unknown. If you threw a bucket of water at her for a prank before, she would be more freaked out at the sudden feeling of water, and yet still being unable to see it. It's evolved from dislike and disgust into a fear through staff, guests, and animatronic pranks gone wrong. It freaks her out!! She hates it!!! She's lucky as fuck she's a canine with fur now because she would not be able to handle regular baths and shit!!! Though that comes with a trade-off. Water now feels absolutely awful on her fur. It's now a huge sensory thing for her and all she wants to do is shake it out constantly until she dries off. She finds it fascinating to watch moving water like in rivers or the rain and shit because she's never seen it before, but god damn does she hate it in any other context.

Cassie and her dad could try helping her with that of course! But I don't think they'd ever discover this particular fear until they have to go out in the rain. There's no shoes for dog paws like hers and they don't have an umbrella handy so she's just shaking, all sad and dog whiney :( Cassie and her dad are slowly woking her up to being at least okay with it in small amounts by asking her to help with the dishes all the time. She dries them, after Cassie or her dad wash them so she's microdosing on having wet paws so to speak. She'll get there eventually. The sensory side of course, isn't going to get a lot better over time, but how she feels about water sure can.

The rain situation does make Cassie's dad realise real quick that Roxy needs some sort of shoes. Like sure, she's got fluffy canine paws complete with tough paw pads, but the rain is a real problem. Even when he finds someone that can custom make her some rainboots, the next problem is somehow getting her to wear them. No. She doesn't like wearing them. She thinks they look cool and she loves how good she looks with them but fuck does she feel weird wearing them. She'd get used to them if she wore them more than just when it rains.

Also, when she visists the others in the ruined Plex, they're all so jelly of her cool boots and relieved she's not going to get hurt when she's running around with broken everything everywhere.

[elareine]

Snow comes down in June (TimKon)

“I don’t know if this was a good idea.”

Tim flinched, and Kon cursed himself and his big mouth. “Not like that! The sex was awesome. Obviously.”

“But?” Tim raised an eyebrow, visibly trying not to look pleased with the compliment.

“What now? Not going to lie, I’m pretty into you. It’s just…”

“We’re friends,” Tim finished for him, understanding blooming on his face. “And we live together.”

“Yeah. Dating would be difficult, and you’re, like, important, dude.” It was true. As amazing as last night had been—as much as Kon wanted nothing more right now than to add to the hickey already blooming on Tim’s pale throat—the idea of losing Tim made something in his stomach clench and scream.

Tim considered the problem for a minute. Kon waited him out patiently. His friend always needed his time with this kinda stuff.

“Yeah, I can see where you come from,” Tim finally agreed. “Friends?” He reached out a hand.

Kon grinned, relieved, and took it. “Best friends.”

In the spirit of everything being completely normal and fine, Kon decided to go and get laid with someone else. And he was lucky: The second girl he struck up a conversation with at the student bar seemed to be down. Kon liked the humor in her intelligent blue eyes; the way she gave back as good as it got, and didn’t beat around the bush when she asked: “So, your place?”

“I live at the dorms, so… How about yours?”

“I got three roommates, so no way.” She smiled, putting her hand on his shoulders. “Surely, you can arrange something at your dorm?”

Something in him squirmed at the idea of texting Tim and asking if he could scram for an hour or so. “Uh. My roommate—he’s sick. Don’t wanna kick the poor guy out when’s already feeling like shit, y’know?”

“Uhuh.” Her eyes had turned skeptical. “Sure. Maybe another time, then?”

“Yeah, that—that’d be nice.”  

But she didn’t give him her number, and by the end of the night, Kon headed back to the dorm alone.

Tim looked up from his laptop in surprise. “Oh, hey. Thought you were heading out tonight?”

Kon knew his outfit (tight black shirt, even tighter jeans) gave him away. He also knew that Tim would be kind enough to let him get away with it if he lied, so he shrugged. “Changed my mind. Wanna watch some Star Trek instead of working on that essay?”

“Yes, please.”

Okay, so that hadn’t been ideal, but whatever. He just had to get used to the idea of Tim as just his buddy again. Next time.

When Kon tried again, it wasn’t at a bar, but the Cockpit, their local queer club. As a group, they came here often. Sometimes one or two of them decided to streak out on their own if someone caught their eye, and today Kon was determined that it would be him.

It didn’t take long before some caught his eye. Pietro, his name was, and he was slim and athletic, just how Kon liked them. He seemed amenable to the idea, too, chatting with him for a while and agreeing to being bought a drink.

When he stepped up to the bar, though, Kon got a surprise. “Tim? What’re you doing here alone?”

Tim shrugged. “The others wanted to dance. I’m just not in the mood.”

From the corner of his eyes, Kon could see Pietro turn around and smile at him, clearly expecting him to walk over any second now.

“Go on,” Tim gently shoved his shoulder, though he wasn’t smiling. “Someone’s getting impatient.”

Kon looked helplessly between Pietro and Tim. It was no contest, really. “Actually… I’m starving. Wanna see if the caf still has some of those pancakes?”

Tim’s face lit up. “Sure.”

Pietro turned away, disappointment evident on his face.

Urgh. Kon was destined to not get laid again ever. Problem was: When he looked at Tim’s smile, he didn’t even mind all that much.

Maybe, Kon thought, the issue was that he’d been focusing on himself instead of Tim. Perhaps he just needed to see Tim be happy (or at least smexy) with someone else to get over this entire thing.

So the next time they went to the Cockpit, he made a point of nudging Tim toward every guy that looked even remotely interested, even going so far as ditching him when one was finally coming over to them.

The next time he checked, Tim and the dude were getting it on on the dancefloor. That was some foreplay right there, Kon thought, watching in fascination. Plan flawlessly executed, then. A+, well done.

It felt good. Really.

“What’s got you looking like old sour grapes himself?” Cassie slapped his back, making him almost choke on his drink.

“Just watching Timmy get some.”

She followed his line of sight and whistled. “Not that’s a catch.”

Kon frowned. “Ya think so? I’d have said he’s not pretty enough for Tim.”

“Pretty.” Cassie stared at him. “You think Tim’s into pretty boys. Pretty.”

“Yeah, you know, like those boys in his judo magazines. Dude looks more like a jock.” A thought struck Kon. “If he’s doing this to make fun of Tim—”

“You know what.” Cassie took a deep breath. “I wash my hands off you two. Go fuck in an alley for all I care, I’m gonna get another drink.”

Hurt, Kon looked after. Why would she say something like that? He was just trying to look out for his friend!

…was he?

The bus ride back to campus was way too quiet. None of the others had wanted to leave yet, but Tim had been busy with Jock Guy, and Kon hadn’t trusted himself not to interfere if he stayed. So. The first bus home it was.

At least this gave him plenty of space to be mad at himself. What the fuck did he think he was doing? He had no right to be jealous of whoever Tim was fucking. It had been Kon who’d suggested they stay friends, after all.

Worse, Tim had been unbothered by Kon’s earlier attempts to hook up with other people, so it was just Kon who was stuck on that night.

Images played in his mind of Tim grinding against the other guy at the club, shaking that tight butt of his in the adorable way he had when he was trying to be sexy. His mouth must've tasted so sweet, just like when Kon had been the one kissing him—

Kon banged his head against the window and cursed.

“Why in the world are you reading your English assignment at one in the morning?”

“Why the hell are you back already?” Kon asked in return, blinking. He’d only been home for half an hour. Tim must’ve taken the bus right after Kon’s. “What happened to what’s-his-name?”

Tim made a dismissive noise as he took off his shoes and coat. “Not really my type.”

“I knew it,” Kon whispered under his breath in triumph. Louder, he asked: “What did you end up doing?”

“Ditched him while he was in the men’s room.”

“…that’s cold,” Kon laughed. He wasn’t proud of it, but man, that felt good to hear.

Tim shrugged again, letting himself collapse on the bed next to Kon in a graceless heap. “Don’t really care. He’s not important.”

“Aww, c’mere.” Kon pulled Tim into his lap, knowing how cuddly the other got when drunk. Tim made a contend noise in reply, settling down into a nap while Kon kept reading.  

It was comfortable, Kon realized. Despite their claims to the contrary, they had been keeping a careful distance between ever since that night; only now, drunk and tired, did they seem to be able to cross it.

He wanted to spend forever like this.

Well, then.

“Hey, Tim?” Kon asked.

“Hmm?” Tim’s eyes opened slowly.

“I’m. Not great at getting over you.”

Tim was silent for a moment. “It’s only been a month.”

“Yeah, but.” Kon made to gesture at his himself, only to realize that Tim’s face was angled away from him, his hair hiding him from view. “It’s kinda getting worse.”

“Worse?”

“The, you know.” Kon really wished he was better at this. Hadn’t he considered himself smooth just last week? “Being in love with you thing.”

Those blue eyes still weren’t looking at him. “I thought we agreed it’s too difficult. That I’m too difficult.”

Ah. There lay the rub. Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes at his friend’s self-deprecating dramatics, Kon gently took him by the shoulder. “Turns out, I don’t want easy. I want you.”

Finally, Tim looked at him, his eyes big and hopeful in the lamplight. “Are you sure? Because. You gotta be sure. I’m not doing this again.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Kon smiled.

“…and you couldn’t have figured that out about a month ago?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

Turned out, Kon hadn’t lost his ability to get laid, after all.

[thorscock-y]

New Wardrobe (NSFW)

Request: “Anonymous said: I know you're probably full of requests so no worries about how long it's going to take. But can you write one where Steve's girlfriend never wears a skirt and she shows up with a short faux leather skirt and short flat boots and black pantyhoses? And he just looses and tease her all night and leads to smut and nsfw?

Warnings: Smut, Oral Female receiving, Domish Steve, NSFW Images18+, REALLY NSFW, I’m saying it a bunch of times becaue I’ve been getting a lot of messages saying I don’t say anything when it’s literally in the warning!

Author’s Note: I loved this request and got working on it as soon as I read it, thanks for understanding what little time I have, love. Enjoy!

Masterlist

Maybe the fact that you had been running late wasn’t a horrible tragedy at all. All your usual work clothes hadn’t been washed in weeks due to you being too busy to attend to them so that left you with some birthday clothes Wanda had bought you months ago. You never got around to wearing them simply because they weren’t your type of attire but today that didn’t matter.

1The team was waiting on you downstairs. Today you were all to go to a press conference and answer questions, things like that and you had completely forgotten and slept in. So with so little time you slipped on the most appropriate outfit; a black skirt, black pantyhose, a cream white buttoned up blouse with short flat grey boots.

“You look wonderful Y/N,” Friday says and you smile to yourself while adding perfume. “But I’m afraid the team requests that you come downstairs immediately. They are already late to the press conference.”

“Oh alright.” Quickly you hurry downstairs where for sure the team is all there at the entrance waiting for you.

“Finally, damn girl what took you so long?” Sam asks, clearly annoyed.

When Sam speaks to you, Steve turns around and when his eyes land on you he’s not sure what to think. It’s the first time he’s seen you in something other than your suit or just regular pants. You had told him many of times you weren’t the dressing up type anyway.

It’s taking everything in him to be the gentlemen he is and not take you back upstairs and fuck the living shit out of you though he is really considering it. Your legs look so sexy in pantyhose making him want to bury his head between them and the way your curves perfectly are accentuated through the skirt turn the man on in ways you never would’ve thought of.

“Sorry, I overslept. Steve why didn’t you wake me?” You ask, walking over to him.

He blinks still in a daze from seeing you dressed the way you were. “Oh, I just,” He coughs, trying to regain his composure. “I was just going for a run with Bucky and we got caught up. My bad.”

“No time for guilty apologies, we’re gonna be late so let’s just go.” Tony says and heads out the door, the rest of the team following, talking among themselves.

Steve takes your hand in his, pulling your body against his as you walk out the doors. Camera’s clicking while microphones are shoved in your faces along with lots of questions. It’s an every day thing and it got on your nerves, but with Steve on your side, everything was okay.

During the press conference, Steve is asked a question, so he goes up answering it. The team and you sit behind a stand with a microphone on it all set on a stage. The audience is filled with reporters hungry for answers.

“Steve was totally turned on when you came downstairs.” Wanda whispered in your ear.

You look over at her, eyebrows furrowed. “I beg your pardon.”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you didn’t notice. He was basically eye fucking you.”

“He was?” You had been completely oblivious to his lust filled look.

“Yes, I mean besides that I can read his mind. I know he wants to get it on.” You chuckled at her comment causing a few looks from the audience but they quickly turned their attention back to Captain America, probably not wanting to miss a word.

“Well we’ll see about that when we get back to the tower won’t we?”

“Actually, Tony plans on heading to the club after this, something about wanting to relieve the stress.”

“But it’s still morning?” You wonder, raising your eyebrow.

“From what he mentioned earlier, he said this press conference is going to take hours, and by the time we get out of here it will be dark.”

You try your best not to sulk in your chair and look unprofessional. You couldn’t help it, these things were sooooooo boring and the fact that it will be hours made you want to die.

“Y/N, what is your opinion on the events that recently took place in Sokovia?!” A reporter yelled at you.

“Well, might as well endure it for now.” You say lowly only so Wanda can hear. You get up and walk over to the microphone while Steve returns to his seat.

While you speak, Steve’s eyes wonder on the back of your physique, going over the outline of your hips, down to your round luscious ass. Now he realizes how short this skirt really is and if not for the pantyhose he might be able to see your panties. Images flood through his mind of him bending you over that microphone stand and fucking you into the middle of next week. Your soft moans echoing off the walls. Fuck, he wants you. So bad. This skirt is driving him fucking crazy.

When you return to your seat the next question is for Wanda so she goes up and speaks. Steve’s hand wanders to your thigh, rubbing soft circles there causing you to jump. Luckily enough Wanda is the most talked about avenger right now so all eyes are on her, leaving no attention on the two of you which is great because if word goes around that the famous Captain America is touching you like this, he won’t have that church boy image anymore.

He move his hand closer up your thigh and you can’t believe he’s about to do this here.

“Steve,” You hiss quietly.

“Shh.” He replies then soothes his hand back down your thigh keeping it right above your skirt. Now he’s got you all excited.

For the rest of the conference he keeps his hand there and when one of you guys has to go up you’ll go and when back his hand will return to your thigh, every now and then gripping you. If someone has noticed these actions, they haven’t said anything.

Once it’s over you all head out to the club. With all the teasing going on, Steve wants nothing more but to take you back to the tower to have his way with you but Tony forces you two to the club so in having no choice you go along with the rest.

“How many drinks tonight?” You ask Steve, at the bar.

“None, I need you sober for tonight.” He replies looking at you with dark eyes.

“Hmm, who says anything will be happening tonight?” You say leaning against the bar, sticking your ass out.

Steve’s hand wondered down to your ass gripping it with need causing you to jump and gasp.

“This damn skirt has been driving me crazy, all day baby.” He leans over whispering on your ear sending chills all through your body. You guys are at the far end of the bar where barely anyone is so no one really is taking notice of this. Once again.

“Language, Captain.” You chuckled.

Slipping his hand under your skirt, and over you pantyhose covered ass, he just wants to rip it off.

“Mmm, I’m so ruining you tonight.” He leans over, placing a kiss on your earlobe then leading them down the side of your neck. His hand under your short skirt rubs over your clothed folds.

Closing your eyes in pleasure, you opened your lips, parting them in a silent moan.

“You like that doll?” He says.

“Y/N!” Someone yells and Steve removes his hands from you, standing up straight and you do the same, both trying to act casual. You turn to see Natasha. “Come dance, your favorite song is on!”

You listen to the song and in doing so, you realize it is your favorite song, Me and You by Cassie. It’s literally your national anthem when it comes to dancing. (If you know this song, I fucking love you, if you don’t listen to it!)

“Okay, yeah!” Steve follows you onto the dance floor and once there you began to move your hips to the beat.

I know them other guys they been talking about the way I do what I do

They heard I was good, they want to see if it’s true

They know you’re the one I want to give it to

Steve grips your hips, moving your body against his so your ass is directly on his crouch while you’re grinding on him. Your skirt is rising slightly but he doesn’t mind, if anything he wants it all off.

I can see you on me to, now it’s me and you now

I’ve been waiting, think I want to make a move now

Turning around you sensually wrap your arms around his neck while his hands slide to your ass, making sure to grab a handful. You continue to dance sexually on him to the lyrics.

Baby tell me if you like it

It’s me and you now, I’ve been waiting, think I want to make a move now

Baby tell me how you like it

He leans down colliding his lips with yours, roughly and needy. He pulls your body against his so there is no room between the two of you while making sure to slip his tongue past your plump lips. All the tension between you two was pushing through your actions. You sighed in the kiss, gripping on his neck tighter as the kiss carried on.

“Limo now.” He says, breathlessly pulling away from the kiss. Not giving you a chance to answer he grabs your hand leading you out of the club, practically running but trying not to make it obvious. He wanted nothing more but to get you out of that skirt and pantyhose, just to have you completely naked.

On the ride to the tower, Steve can’t keep his hands off of you. After kindly asking the driver to close the partition, he yanks your body to his, smashing his lips against yours roughly, tongue fighting with yours for dominance. While kissing you, his hands reach under your skirt, pulling down the pantyhose so they fall to your ankles.

As your’re about to take it off fully, Steve hooks himself between your open legs, not waning to wait. He wanted to taste you now. He pulls your panties off of you so they sit on your ankles with your pantyhose, throws your legs over his shoulders, then begins to roughly eat you out, not giving you a warning or anything.

Your hips jerks up in response to the sudden intrusion of his mouth on you. A cry falls from your lips, and you let your head fall back on the leather seat, immediately becoming putty in his hands. If you had known he would become this crazy when seeing you in a skirt, you would’ve started wearing skirts a long time ago.

He ravenously leaned further and captured your clit in his mouth, sucking and licking on it hungrily. He practically moans into your pussy, closing his eyes, loving your sweet taste. His grip tightens on your waist and he moves his mouth down your slit, tongue delving in between your folds. Soft moans and whimpers leave your mouth and your hand flies down to his hair, gripping hard.

He groans, loving the tugging on his hair. His tongue dipped inside of you as his nose brushed against your clit.

“Oh, Steve, that feels s’good.” You whine, chest heaving up and down. Steve responds by moving his hand up to your breast, fondling it in his large hand while continuing to fuck you with his tongue. The feeling of his beard on your burning wet skin and everything else he was doing was pushing you closer to the edge. Oh and when his skillful tongue hit your spot you were done for. You didn’t even have to say anything, Steve knew you long enough that when your tugging got tighter and your moans changed pitch is when you were ready to come.

“That’s right, come for your captain, doll.” He whispered hungrily against you. The sound of his voice was enough for you to let go and so you did. He pulled away for a minute, admiring how your pussy looked coming and then latched onto you again, devouring your clit with hungry kisses.

As he’s finishing you off, the limo is pulling up to the tower so the two of you hurry and situate yourselves. You put on your skirt and pantyhose, while Steve is licking his lips, savoring your taste.

The limo door opens, revealing the driver and he seems to have a face of awkwardness as if he knew what was going on. You get out first, Steve following behind.

Once inside the tower Steve doesn’t even hesitate to make a beeline for the bedroom. Pushing you inside the elevator, he picks you up, pushing you against the wall. His lips attacked yours roughly.

“You must’ve really liked my skirt.” You say against his lips with a smirk.

He looks into your eyes and you now see his are full blown with lust. “I loved your skirt.” He says deeply.

The elevator doors opened and Steve practically runs to your shared bedroom, not wanting to waste a moment more. He wanted to inside you. Now.

He sets you down, standing you in front of him. He turns your body around so your back is to his chest and he gets down on his knees. One hand holds your hip while the other goes to unzip your skirt in the back. He let’s it fall to the ground and you step out of it.

Next he yanks off your pantyhose and panties, then applies a kiss to your ass. While he’s doing this, you take off your shoes and then get to working on your blouse. He stands up and helps you out of it, so that lands in the pile of clothes. He undoes your bra so then it easily slips off and you are now bare naked in front of your solider boyfriend.

He kisses the side of your neck, and leads them all the way to your earlobe, nibbling on it. His hand comes up to grip your breast and you moan loving what he’s doing to you.

“Now,” He whispers in your ear causing shivers to dance down your spine. “I want you to lay down, chest on the bed, no touching yourself and no peaking. Understand?”

“Yes Captain.” You say.

“Do it now.” He commands moving his hands away from you completely. Flushed, you walk over to the bed and do exactly what he says. He rids of his clothes quickly, looking over your perfect body. He loved you in every shape or form.

You felt his hands run over your ass, each hand gripping a cheek tightly. He let go, and slapped your ass-cheek, causing it to jiggle and for you to yelp in surprise.

“Gosh, I love your ass, especially in that skirt.” He says then leans down and pecks your shoulder blade. He gets on top of your body, putting his arms on either side to hold up his weight. “I’m so ready to ruin you.” He says and without further word he enters you.

Your eyes momentarily roll to the back of your head as your top body lifts up, involuntarily. Steve lays his hand on your breast and leans down so you can feel his breath right next to your ear. He sank himself deep inside of you, groaning in pleasure of how your walls immediately clenched around him.

He chokes on a moan breathing calmly. No matter how many times he fucks you, he’s never adjusted to how good you feel. You feel exactly the same way. Once you’re stretched fully he pulls out then thrusts back in, this time a bit more rough but slow.

He wants you to be adapted to the feeling first before he can take it to the next level. Though he really does want to just fuck the shit out of you, he valued your needs first. Always.

“You like that baby?” He asks moving his hand from you breast to your ass.

“Yes, Captain.” You whimper out as you bite your lip, turning your head to the side, feeling his lips against your temple.

“Mmm,” He hums. The sound of sweaty skin and wet sloshing fills the room heating up the moment. After a few more slow soft thrusts he begins to pick up the pace up a bit, getting a little more rough with you.

He puts both hands on the side of your body, fucking you thoroughly so your tits are bouncing everywhere. He watches the way his cock slides in and out of your slick wet pussy, your juices coating over his shaft. When his cock rubs over your g-spot you moan louder, not being able to hold back anymore.

“There it is.” He growls then stands up bringing your ass to the edge. You gasp and turn to see what he’s doing but don’t get to speak as he’s once again plowing into you, hard, fast, and relentlessly.

You let your face fall on the bed seeing as though you’re being fucked into oblivion. The tension in your core heated up ten times more with this position and the coil low down deep in your stomach began to unloosen. Oh you were so ready to come for your Captain.

“S-steve, I’m c-close, baby.” You whimper out, sitting up just a bit, while your body continues to bounce forward.

He replied by speeding up, hitting the spot, four, five, six more times and then you came with a shout all over his cock. You were so fortunate that the team was still at the club or else they would be on your asses for being so loud.

Steve grabbed your neck turning your head to the side and captured your lips with his, kissing your hard and rough; tongue and everything. You moan into his mouth as he doesn’t stop fucking you, wanting to get his fill.

“Ah, fuck, doll.” He groans against your lips. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and then it’s not a moment more until you feel his hot seed planting inside of you. The sensation of his come inside of you added to the pleasure of your high.

After riding out both of your highs, you lie side by side each other, panting, chests heaving up and down.

“I’m definitely wearing skirts more often now.” You say breathlessly.

“Then get prepared to not go on any more missions.”

“Why?’ You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Because you’re not gonna be able to walk for weeks, doll.”