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katsukiizmoon · 3 years ago

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a well mind, beautiful thinking

tags: daddy kink, dry humping/grinding, praise, degradation, thigh fucking, f!reader, comfort, softies, cum, creampies, aftercare, collars, choking, pet names, sex, cuddles, healthy relationship ™, switch!bakugou, switch!reader, light hair pulling, spanking, light overstimulation, pussy eating, nipple touching

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x F! Reader

a/n: please forgive formatting I wrote and posted this on mobile lol anyways ( ˊᵕˋ )♡ read the tags pls and enjoy

18+ MDNI Please & Thank You

You walk down the hall, turning right and into the bedroom after an exhausting day. Your boyfriend lays across the room in bed, tired and half naked.

The cool air wafts around you, up the thin t-shirt you're adorning to brush over your nipples. They're hard, not that you notice. Goosebumps roll over the supple skin of your thighs and you hurry to the bed.

"Mhhh- you're finally in bed. That stupid skincare routine you have takes forever." Katsuki mumbles, adjusting himself to face you.

The blankets are warming the lower half of your body, basic black comforter trapping heat inside.

"Hey! I'll have you know, it only takes ten minutes and I'm going to look thirty when I'm FIFTY! " You bite out.

He snorts, eyes rolling before tugging you a little closer.

"You know what that means right?" His tone makes you squint. An arm drapes itself over your waste, rubbing little circles into your back.

"What?" You deadpan.

Mistake number one.

His hand snakes it's way under your Tshirt to the bare skin awaiting. The room is still cold, with a flirty breeze.

A tongue swipes over plush, pink, lips and he places a quick peck on your own. The blankets begin to rustle when he moves, hips now flush against your own.

"It means I'm going to want to fuck your pretty mouth for the rest of my damn life, darlin." Katsuki smirks, proud of himself.

You scoff.

"Oh puh-lease! You'd fuck my mouth if it was as pleasurable as a hollow piece of styrofoam."

You can hardly contain your giggles when the blonde rolls his eyes and frowns.

"Oh shut the fuck up, y/n. I would not!"

The both of you continue with playful banter for the next ten minutes before sleepiness takes over.

*:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:**:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:*

The next day goes with ease. Katsuki goes to work after wishing you farewell with a kiss to the forehead.

Not even an hour later you're cleaning and preparing for your own job. It's currently 7:30am and your eyelids still beg to shut. The smell of chemicals fills the air in your living room and you bid yourself a job well done.

Hot, unforgiving water rolls over your body as you pop the cap on body wash. It works your sore muscles up and down while you scrub yourself.

You quickly begin applying neutral makeup, as if only to enhance your natural features. Concealer, light foundation, a nude lip topped with gloss, and mascara.

The time reads 8:45AM and your eyes widen.

"Ope-"

You run out the door, bagel and tea in hand as you get in the car. The engine whirrs to life and you fiddle with the radio station before settling on a playlist.

When you get to work, the office is cold and stale. A stack of papers waits on your desk and you sigh before sitting on the leather chair.

Work goes smoothly but time drags on, taunting you with the invitation of your bed when you get home.

After seven grueling hours of slaving away for corporate, you finally stumble into the house.

The lock clicks behind you and your bags drop to the floor as soon as you get inside. Shoes discarded off to the side of the door as you throw what you prepped for dinner in a pan.

Preparing dinner ahead of time has been amazing for reducing food waste and costs. It doesn't take long, just throwing chicken and some sides in Ziploc bags and thawing it in the fridge. But it saves you on days like these, with aching feet and a sore head.

Katsuki gets home a little late, as you're sitting on the couch post shower in pajamas. The TV murmurs in the background while you flip through pages of a book.

Your eyes meet his own ruby orbs, lashes fluttering. The poor thing looks exhausted. Content, yes, but tired.

"Hey baby" You greet, padding across the vinyl floor to give him a peck on the cheek. Your fingers rub over his chest and down his tummy.

"'M kinda dirty right now lovey, I know you'l prolly already showered." He sighs into a kiss. His hand rests on your waist, thumb pressing into the soft skin exposed from lifting.

And it's true, there's dirt and grime smudged on his face and arms. His uniform looks battered.

He quickly kicks off his shoes and places them to the side with your own.

"Mmm.. Let me start the shower for you." You murmur, pulling away.

His hand drops from your waist and his arms stretch above his head.

You quickly turn on the hot water, waiting for him to follow behind you and begin undressing. Grabbing a lavender scented shower melt and tossing it into the bottom.

Lifting your torso to stand completely and turn around, you're met with a half naked Bakugou with his back to you.

He tosses everything into the laundry bin and begins pulling off his socks. Then go his pants, dropping to the tiled floor.

Bakugou's forearm rests on the bathroom counter, other hand reaching to snatch his bottoms from around his ankles.

Your eyes drop to his ass, admiring it as he stands. His ass is plush, round and firm. All the deadlifts and hip thrusts he does in the gym pay off tremendously.

He turns around and you hear a laugh when your eyes snap back up to his grinning face.

"Like what you see, dumbass?" Katsuki smirks, closing the distance between you too.

"Oh you know I damn well do." Your hands reach around his abdomen to grab at his firm bottom.

Lavender fills the room and you sigh, watching as he rolls his eyes.

You press a quick kiss to his chest, pat his butt and separate. He strolls toward the running water, pulling the door open and entering the steaming glass shower.

Leaving the bathroom to give him some space, you begin heating up dinner for him. While that circles through the microwave, you begin flicking through all the streaming services to find something he'll enjoy.

There's a new viking-esque show that seems interesting and to his liking. You had your time to indulge in Rick & Morty while he worked, so it's only fair.

A beep travels through your ears and after pressing the pause button, you stretch your limbs out. The Tshirt and shorts your in are more than comfortable, light and relaxing.

Quickly, you pull the simmering food from the microwave. Coconut chicken, rice, and asparagus were often a fan favorite of his. The meal came to be after many searches through Pinterest foodie boards, when you'd decided to experiment one night.

Thin fingers wrap around the freezer handle and you grab a coconut popsicle as a quick treat.

You place it on the black living room table and plop onto the couch, popsicle in hand.

Katsuki trudges in wearing grey sweats, sitting beside you and snatching his plate off of the table to eat. He presses a kiss to the side of your face, thanking you.

A man on the television screams, stomping towards the other very angry man. The two begin arguing, speaking of trades.

Cool air drifts over your legs and you shiver, grabbing the throw blanket set off to the other side of the couch. You scoot closer on the soft grey couch to your boyfriend, whom is gobbling food down like a mad man.

"What's this?" He asks, looking at the television.

"Mmm I thought you might like it. There's vikings." Your pink tongue laps at the popsicle, eyes trained on the screen.

"Hell yeah, how was work today?" Katsuki asks, shoving the last asparagus spear in his mouth.

"T'was okay as always. I'm a little tired of paperwork but otherwise nothing eventful came to be. You?" Your tongue slides up the side of the cream-coloured treat to slurp up excess coconut milk.

Bakugou stands, sauntering over to the kitchen, where he places his plate in the dishwasher on instinct. He gulps down the rest of his water.

You feel the couch dip and his skin pressed against your side. A thick forearm wraps around your middle as you lean into his touch. Your eyes are still trained on the screen, licking at the popsicle without thought.

"Same, honestly. My muscles are a bit sore though." He says.

The screen now shows a bunch of women and men, chanting and lifting glasses in what appears to be a bar.

"I'll have to give you a massage tonight then." You state.

Bakugou's eyes are trained on your face, watching you lap at the popsicle in your mouth, sucking. It disappears in your mouth, white drops of flavoring and coconut milk pooling at the corners of your lips.

He feels the room begin to heat up, cock beginning to twitch in his pants. Oh, boy. You're going to be the death of him.

You turn towards him, looking up at him with big doe eyes. You pull the popsicle out of your mouth and give him a confused look. A bead of coconut milk drips from the corner of your mouth.

Katsuki feels hot. Hot and heavy. His mind is going blank, all he can think about is your innocent eyes staring into him while he watches you lick at your lips.

His mouth presses to yours with vigor, just enough pressure to startle you. His tongue swipes over the corner of your mouth to take in the liquid before he pushes it between your lips.

You kiss back softly, submitting to his movements, coconut popsicle damn near forgotten. His hand reaches to your thigh, where he digs his fingers into the flesh there.

A coat of damp sweat begins to blanket over his skin. Your mouth tastes so good, so sweet. Lips soft and pliant against his own.

He pulls back -"god"- before he dives into your mouth again. This time he pulls you into his lap, you whimper, and his cock twitches underneath his sweats.

You break away, "'suki m popsicle is melting" you mutter out. Lips now plump from being nibbled and toyed with. His fingers are pressing into your ass, having slid under your loose shorts.

Katsuki looks and sure enough, there's cream or whatever the hell is in that popsicle dripping down your fingers. There's not much of it left, though.

"Finish the rest really quick." He says, taking the stick out of your hand and pushing it into your mouth. You swallow down the rest, hand still wet and sticky with sugar and coconut milk.

He tosses the stick to the side and you can feel how hard he is pressing in between your folds. If you roll your hips, it'll push against your clit and just feel so-

Katsuki grabs your hand, thumb on your palm and the rest of his fingers wrap around your wrist. He takes your fingers into his mouth and sucks.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

It's hotter than it should be. Ruby eyes stare into yours, tongue lapping the last bits of white liquid off of of your fingers.

"You've been such a good girl." He murmurs.

The room is suddenly ten degrees hotter, your breath quickening.

His tongue is in your mouth in a flash, hands now roaming up and down your body as your own take purchase on his chest. He's so thick and firm and hot up and down.

Katsuki always smells of salted caramel and vanilla cookies. He always feels so good. You begin grinding your pussy down on his clothed cock. A moan bubbles in your throat, threatening to escape between hot and sticky kisses.

Your thumb brushes over his nipple and his cock jumps when you push down harder. Your clit feels like electricity just shot through it and traveled through your body.

Katsuki can hardly think.

Really. You're beginning to soak through your flimsy shorts and letting out muffled little whimpers when he grips a little harder in certain areas. He takes time to lick his way up and down your neck, crooning to the side to bite and suck.

That really begins to do it.

Your hips get frantic, you no longer care how loud you are. He can feel how wet you are through his sweats and his own precum is slick and dampening them.

You push down harder and jerk back.

He lets out a moan. It's rough and strained and his hands begin to guide you and keep your soaked pussy pressed against him the entire time.

"Oh fuck- god, god, god- haaahh-" You whimper.

"You're so fucking slick and needy for me princess." He murmurs between kisses.

His thick hand slides up your torso to your throat, squeezing at the sides. Your head begins to loll to the side, hair messy and lips damn near bruising now.

"Daddy I need- I need-" You start, gripping hard on his shoulders pushing harder in search of release.

His cock is so hard it fucking hurts now. A bead of precum just slid down his dick and he's watching you fall apart without his hand even near your heat.

You feel as if someone's got you strung up by a single thread, hanging in the air waiting to be released to fall into the abyss. And fuck, he's so pretty.

The back of your head stings a little and you realize with excitement he just tugged your hair at the roots. You're so fucking high on this and he knows it, too.

"Needy slut."

A hand comes down with a crash onto your right ass cheek, other keeping your hips steady. It quickly goes back to your throat where you go back to feeling heavy and like you're walking on fucking clouds.

Your hips kick forwards and you let out this wet, filthy whine. You hear him muttering expletives while your folds soak his sweatpants in slick.

The friction just feels so good.

And Katsuki knows you're starting to get close when your fingers begin to shake.

"Fuck, princess. You're so fucking good. So good. Such a needy slut for me. All mine." He half whispers half moans, hand reaching for the back of your head.

Lips crash onto yours, teeth clash, and he bites your lower lip. The sting from your hair being pulled makes you whine and grip him harder.

You're trying so hard to keep it in, not to cum. You know you shouldn't without permission.

And just like that, he makes you fall apart.

"Be a good girl and cum for me baby." He mutters, left hand still on your hips while the other travels to push into your mouth.

You coat his fingers in spit and suck as hard as you can before nodding frantically.

It hits you like a fucking wave, your head drops back, and he catches it while your thighs quake and quiver. Your entire body pulls into itself and drool begins to froth at the corner of your lips.

Sweat beads down your forehead and back, your thighs are sticky and hot and uncomfortable and you whine through it.

"Shhh.. good girl, you're doing so good." He kisses up and down your neck and face while your eyes are rolling back.

The shaking stops, and , he's whispering that he'll be right back, laying you on your chest on the couch. The sofa is all too comfortable but your pussy won't stop convulsing and clenching and everything just feels so limp and fuzzy.

"I'm back princess." Katsuki whispers, and begins helping you sit up on your knees.

The collar wraps around your throat. It's black and a small chain dangles. At the end, "Katsuki" is engraved into a small, metal oval that hangs off a ring. The back clicks together, with a little heart that requires a key to unlock it.

You whine and he chuckles.

His cock strains against his grey sweats, now dark in the center from the both of you being filthy and all over eachother.

You tilt your head back to look at him, lips glossy and eyes spacy. He gives you a quick kiss before laying you on your chest on the couch.

His fingers grip the inside of your shorts and he yanks them down, pulling them off your body and tossing them to the side.

"Fuck- babe- god you look so wet." He groans, palming his erection.

Your ass is straight up in the air, wiggling side to side as he chuckles and slaps your ass. Your fists are balled up near your head, turned to the side while you stare into space and wait.

His fingers push between your folds and coat themselves with your juices. You're so sensitive. It feels so good and he's hardly even touched you.

"Yes, fuck, you're soaking." He whispers, thrusting two fingers inside of you. He begins pumping them in and out, muttering praises and you feel his lips press against the curve of your ass.

"Daddy you're being mean!" You whimper out, pushing your hips back, frustrated.

"Don't be a needy fucking whore, princess." He grits out, placing a harsh slap against your already red ass cheek.

"Ohh- oh fuck- m sorry m sorry!" You moan, spit leaking onto the couch. Your eyes and ass both sting at the contact. Surely it's going to hurt to sit tomorrow.

"M gonna fuck these pretty thighs, gonna make a fucking mess of you." He says, and you hear him pump his cock a few times.

Katsuki's mind is fuzzy, just as high on you as you are on him. His fingers continue gathering slick, wet juices all over them before he pulls them out.

He rubs your clit in little circles for aoment to watch you clench down, overstimulated. Your hips rut forward and he watches your tongue sweep over your lips.

You're so pretty like this, he thinks, and probably says outloud. He can't help it. Your ass is a little raw from the spanking, pussy leaking down your thighs and sticking to everything. The collar has always looked so good on you, always suiting you so well. He loves watching you.

After throwing his pants to God only knows where, he pushes his cock between your thighs and lets out a slutty moan. He licks one of his fingers and then shoves them into your mouth. Chest pressed over your back as he slips between your folds.

You moan, sucking on them, cleaning them off for him like a good girl.

"Shit." He moans, cock slipping in and out of your folds as he fucks your thighs.

You're squirming under him, you can feel it pushing against your clit and sliding between your thighs over and over. It feels so good, being wanted by him. You want his thick throbbing dick to fill you to the brim.

"God, you always feel so- so fucking good."

You push your hips back and forth and he starts feeling electricity ignite across his skin like tiny fireworks.

Little "oh"s tumble from your lips while he tries to keep sanity in his line of sight. It's so hard, with your pussy coating him in such a warm, wet substance. You always taste so sweet on his tongue and he longs for that high again.

He grips your thighs, palms heating up a little, and opens them wider.

Katsuki pulls his cock from between your supple skin and palms at your ass, diving his face into you.

His tongue laps at your clit and slips inbetween the crevice of your lips. Sucking and gathering everything he can.

You moan louder, thighs spreading and closing, pussy clenching.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop-" You force out, feeling that familiar pool of heat in your belly.

He pulls away, flips you over on your back before you can complain and starts shoving his cock inside you.

It's so thick. It always is. He's slow, gentle about it. You know how much restraint he's using by his furrowed brows and rolled back eyes.

His head lolls forward, forehead touching your own. He licks his lips one, two, three times. Soft, bruised lips meet your own before you hear him.

"Such a good girl- fuck- always so good for me. One more baby, you can do it I promise." Katsuki moans out, gently rolling his hips to adjust you.

Your hands find themselves on his back, nails dragging down. His hands adjust your legs, calves thrown over his shoulders now. His chest is to yours, now fully flush and to the hilt inside you.

Your minds go blank, falling into the madness of pleasure that wraps around the both of your bodies. Lips find their way all over your face, peppering you in pecks.

And then he moves.

Head of his cock pressing against your gspot. It's too much, he's too warm. He's too good. It hurts. It feels amazing. You're fucking losing your mind.

Your hands slam to the couch, gripping the coushion and the stupid throw blanket. You feel the need to rip everything and throw it.

He's pumping into you, moaning. His voice is so pretty.

Katsuki is so goddamn pretty. He's so fucking pretty. All muscle and smooth skin and and-

Fuck.

"Oh God, take it, take it, takeittakeittakeit. Goddamn whore, princess, such a good girl." He spits, no longer thinking. His voice pitch is getting higher.

Thrusts becoming more frantic, you take this as your chance to be bad. Even if it does feel better than anything you've ever felt.

You reach, wrapping your hand around his throat, squeezing gently. His hips stutter in response.

"My turn." You moan out.

Somehow, you manage to get the upper hand. He puts up a mild struggle, but you get your legs around his middle, flipping the both of you over as you start bouncing on his cock.

He's searching for something to grab onto now. One hand wraps around his throat, rhythmically clutching and releasing grasp. Just enought o keep him fucked out and off in a daze.

"Oh- hhmnnn fuck baby-"

You giggle a little inside, his thick member pushing against every sweet spot you have. Loud squelching, filthy noises fill the room with clapping.

One of your hands runs up his abs and to his chest. Nimble fingers reach for a nipple and begins rubbing in circles and pulling lightly.

He gasps, eyes flying shut as his head hits the grey fabric. Hips bucking up into yours. You notice his hands shaking.

"You're such a naughty boy for me. You like being choked huh" You murmur in his ear, slowing down into a nice gentle grind.

Katsuki nods frantically, spitting something jumbled that sounds like "I'll be good". He's chewing on his bottom lip, making light whimper and desperate gasps while you continue to toy with his nipples.

"Princess- fucking brat- m gonna cum." He groans out.

You speed up, bouncing and pinching harder. Shoving a thumb into his mouth for him to lick and suck on is his undoing.

White thick cum spills inside you and fills you to the tippy top as he moans out curse words and praises. It spills out of you, forming a frothy ring at the base of his cock and you whine and hump your cunt on him.

"Oh fuck- yes- fill me daddy. Fuck, oh fuck-"

You're on your back. It happens before you can blink.

His cock is still throbbing, cum making everything louder. It leaks from your pussy to your asshole as he starts pounding into you.

A firm hand comes down onto your ass, slap ringing through the living room.

"You fucking whore." He grits, free hand going to rub rough circles on your clit. He speeds up, quickening his pace, angling his hips up.

The collar is jingling with every bounce of your tits. Every thrust he makes brings a grasp or moan from your lips.

The world stops momentarily.

Your pussy wraps around him so tightly it almost hurts. Your body is wrapped into a cocoon of blank space. Almost as if you are a blank piece of paper.

When you come back to planet earth, he's already pulled out of you. Peppering light kisses up and down your body.

You feel his arms up under you and suddenly you're limp and off the couch.

"Shhh, it's okay baby."

You mumble something and hear him chuckle. Your back is slowly placed onto the sheets of your bed.

The bed dips and you look over, starting to come back to your senses. Bakugou is in a new pair of sweats, laying directly beside you and watching you.

His hand smooths over your your tummy and you roll, curling into his chest. He presses a kiss on top of your head.

"Miss you-" you murmur, pressing your face into his chest further, arm wrapped around his waist.

"I'm right here, dumbass. Do you want to take a bath with me or just sleep?" He whispers against the top of your head, fingers rubbing circles into your back.

"Neither. Cuddles."

You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs.

"Okay baby. You know how much I love you, right? You know I don't think of you as a whore or a slut. You're so pretty. I love you." He murmurs, gently working your muscles.

"Mhmmm! I love you too bunny." You mumble, pressing your fingers into him to dig knots out aswell.

Your hand travels to his ass cheek, where you give it a firm squeeze.

"God I love your butt! It's so nice and soft and firm."

His fingers dig into you a little harder, but he relaxes into your touch regardless.

"Oh I know you do princess, I know you do. Are you doing okay? Would you like some water?"

You shake your head no but thank him for his thoughtfulness. Instead, you roll over and grab the tv remote. He's already turned the TV in the other room off, thank fuck.

"Baby, you need to go pee. You're going to get a UTI otherwise." He says, brow raised.

You huff but do as told. When you come back, there's water beside the bed regardless and you notice a bottle of lotion on his nightstand.

You flop back onto the bed beside him, having found a large shirt of his to get comfortable in.

"Wanna watch anime?" You bring the doe eyes out again, pouting. Your hair sticks up in all kinds of ways that will be hell to get unknotted in the morning.

He has tomorrow off, so you know he'll help in the shower. Part of you giggles at the red and blue splotches all over him from kisses and sex.

"Of fucking course, soft shit or do you wanna watch horror?" He asks, turning towards the screen.

You pick horror, for whatever reason, knowing you'll get to make him watch SpongeBob with you afterwards. The screen comes to life and you curl into his side.

Through the night, you take turns massaging eachother up and down. Talking about clothing you want to buy, house decor, among other things.

You make him watch cartoons after the horror anime. Everything about him screams happiness at the end of the night. Relaxed face, soft features and even breathing.

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frostbitebakery · 2 years ago

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What's the sweater paws tag mean on nightmare Obi-Wan? Amazing art by the way!

Behold! Sweater paws :D

Sitrep. Back on the Negotiator after a campaign that had, literally, been a nightmare.

They now know that droids do, in fact, dream of electric banthas.

The objective had been clear. Enemy forces had taken over a mining planet of a neutral system verging on joining the Republic. Free the hostages, wipe the Separatist presence from the surface. It had been routine, sadly.

It had… been different.

It had started with a single child’s voice singing a kriffing disturbing lullaby with a clear, echo enunciation coming from nowhere and everywhere.

They had been infiltrating the main premises to cap signals, communication as a whole, while tagging and bagging the Seppie officers in charge. Companies Alpha and Delta would meanwhile engage.

“Keep them occupied,” Cody had whispered over comms, blaster ready while he stood between the enemy and his General who—

So Cody will not exactly get used to Obi-Wan dissolving into smoke and turning the surrounding area into something like a haunted graveyard? Stepping through the black fog that really was part of his General is weird.

“I assure you, you’re not accidentally standing on my kidney when I use that shape,” Obi-Wan had said drily when Cody had inquired on the… sensitivity of the smoke.

The first enemy officer running, screaming down the halls with tomb plaques whispering their name over and over, would have kind of taken them by surprise if Obi-Wan hadn’t warned the ARCs in front.

“Look,” whispered directly into Cody’s ear, cold at his neck. “Left,” echoing until the word was too far away.

Cody had ignored the singing, more ghost voices joining in - which, as it turned out, had been the enemy sentient’s voices that Obi-Wan’s abilities had copied - in harmony sometimes, old and hoarse, young and begging, crying out.

“Round the corner, round and round, round the corner she misled, round and round, turn up dead—,” Boil stopped singing when Cody looked at him. “What, it’s catchy!“

Apart from the new earworm, the op had been successful. The hostages were cared for, post-op brief had been surprisingly… brief.

And now they were in the mess, shoveling food down their gullets and utterly failing to be discrete about watching the General’s other high-stakes op.

“If I just…” Obi-Wan continues to mutter to himself as he wraps the ends of the smoking sleeves over his black-tipped clawed hands leaking nightmares. He holds them up. “This should suffice. Spoon, please.”

Cody sticks the spoon dutifully between the divot Obi-Wan’s finger and thumb create in the fabric. He goes back to watching in fascination, cheek resting on his knuckles.

Obi-Wan nods to him. “Thank you. Pudding, please.”

Waxer balances the tiny cup on Obi-Wan’s other sleeve-pawed hand, tongue sticking out.

“Thank you.”

Waxer shrugs and goes back to his mental breakdown over murmuring “sweater paws” to himself.

The spoon dips into the pudding, is lifted to pale lips and the black, sharp tongue Cody is refusing to think about in any context whatsoever.

A nightmare drip lands on the floor with a soul-rending screech vibrating across the floor. A few men jump despite themselves. So does Obi-Wan.

The pudding plops into the nightmare sludge that has gathered on the table.

“No,” Obi-Wan whispers, eyebrows scrunching up in mourning, definitely pouting. “This can’t be happening.”

#obi wan kenobi #codywan #commander cody #my art #my fic #creature!obi wan #for a shitpost this took entirely too long #nonny!!#thank you so much for your message #I hope it’s cleared up now what I meant with the tag?#goo! on the negotiator #frostbitebakery art

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goingmorry · 4 years ago

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[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> when some guy asks them if you're single

Part One | Part Two

Characters: Luffy, Sabo, Killer, Shanks, Mihawk

Tags: reader-insert, gender-neutral reader, overprotective, possessive, jealousy, violence

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the likes and reblogs. I appreciate all the love! 💖

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Easily gets distracted. The guy asks about you, and all Luffy can think about at that moment is spending time with you.

The question doesn't process in his head until the man asks it several times.

And even then, Luffy misunderstands.

He doesn't mean to make the other guy jealous, but he so does.

"You're their Captain, right?" the man addresses the straw hat pirate.

"Yup! I'm Luffy, the man who will become the Pirate King!"

"Right... I was wondering, y'know, as their captain... Are you aware if they have a special someone?"

"They? Oh - they're amazing, aren't they!" Luffy compliments you, ignoring the man's question, "I'm actually supposed to be helping them with their training! Maybe I should do that right now, huh?"

"No - That's not what I asked. I mean, do you know if they have a special someone?" The man attempts to steer the conversation back to his intended topic.

"Special... someone?" Luffy's eyebrows furrow in confusion before comprehension sets in, "Ah, I get it! Their crew! Their crew is special to them!"

The man looks at Luffy in disbelief, "No! That's not what I meant-"

Before the guy can get his point across, Luffy extends his rubber arms to fling himself across the island, directly crashing into your unsuspecting body.

"Luffy - what!?" you shout in surprise.

Luffy responds by wrapping his arms around you in a full-body hug, his signature 'shishishi' laughter ringing in your ears.

From across the island, the man observes your exchange with the straw hat pirate, disappointment and jealousy etched into his face.

SABO

He’s an absolute troll.

Messes with the guy by pretending to be clueless.

Ends up acting like a seemingly psychotic, overly possessive boyfriend. He's not. Trust him.

"Are they what now?" Sabo fights off the smile threatening to spill from his lips.

"Are they single?" the man repeats for the third time.

"Sorry, I can't hear you," Sabo motions to his ear, giving it a gentle tap, "I have trouble hearing. Can you please repeat that?"

The man's eyes soften in pity as he repeats the same question for the fourth time.

"Is who single?" Sabo asks again, appearing to make every effort to understand the guy's question.

The man clarifies another time. But before he can tell the blond Revolutionary to forget about it, Sabo perks up in feign recognition.

"Oh! Are they single?"

"Yes! You got it," the man exclaims, satisfied that his question finally got through.

Sabo taps his chin in thought, "Not that I know. Though I heard rumors that the guy they're with is a really fearsome man. Not someone you want to mess with."

The guy deflates at Sabo's response, "Are they now? They a pirate or a Marine... or something?"

"Mmm... Something like that," Sabo's fingers tap against the table in front of him, gloved hands obscuring the flames beneath his fingertips, "Ever heard of the Revolutionaries?"

The man nods in acknowledgment. "Rumors and the like. Never seen them myself, though."

"Same here," Sabo says absentmindedly. He motions for the other guy to lend him an ear, leaning over for a whisper.

"I would watch myself if I were you. Don't want to anger a group of strangers you don't know much about."

The man flinches away at Sabo's warning - or threat; the man wasn't sure. Sabo gives him a friendly smile in return, convincing the other guy that it may have just been a well-meaning warning between two close friends.

"G-gotcha. Thanks," the guy abruptly stands up, motioning toward the exit, "I better get going."

"It was nice to meet you, friend," Sabo calls out, his friendly smile morphing into a sinister one at the man's retreating figure.

KILLER

The definition of cool, calm, and collected.

Immediately becomes suspicious of the other man for asking about you.

Puts-thinking-cap-on.gif.

What does this strange man want with you? Why did he ask Killer in particular? What would this man do if you were already taken? Would he still try to pursue you?

Spends some time pondering but concludes that action needs to be taken.

Investigates your unwanted suitor and discover their malicious intentions.

In the end, Killer's cautiousness pays off.

Any chance they're single?

"..."

The Supernova's silence disturbs the other man, his eyes settling on the crowded room in makeshift comfort.

The sound of a gruff voice startles the guy into focus, body twitching in anxiety when he looks into the Massacre Soldier's expressionless mask.

"I don't know them," Killer says with finality.

It was impossible to read the Supernova's true disposition. His body appeared relaxed enough; arms splayed out in front of him in a civil manner. If it weren't for Killer's daunting presence and notoriety, the man would think that this blond-haired guy was your average pirate. For now, he had no choice but to conclude that Killer was telling the truth.

"Okay... Never mind then," the man awkwardly responds, leaving the tavern in displeasure.

- - - - - - - - - -

A masked figure looms over the inn you were resting at, sharp blades glinting under the moonlight. The Massacre Soldier himself was on guard tonight, eyes trained on the familiar body of the man who disturbed his peace earlier in the night.

Before your unwanted suitor can enter the lodge, Killer pulls him by the lapels, swiftly dragging the man into the back of the building - out of sight from prying eyes.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Killer says, muscled arms encircling the man's throat in warning.

The man clutches at the knife tucked underneath his coat and wildly swings his weapon at his assailant.

With little effort, Killer disarms and knocks out his opponent, searching the man's unconscious body for clues to his motive. Killer pulls out a slip of paper from the man's pocket and unfolds it. There's no mistaking it - a copy of your bounty poster - the price of your head neatly printed underneath your name.

"Tsk, should've known you were up to no good."

Another body to add to the Massacre Soldier's list.

SHANKS

Proud boyfriend™ alert.

He loves to gush about you. The fact that someone recognizes how beautiful and amazing you are - he's thrilled.

Shank's constant praise of you begins to wear down on the guy; he gets the message that the red-haired pirate is implying - to leave you alone.

Shanks flashes a lazy grin at the man beside him; attention renewed at the mention of your name. "Gorgeous brain and body, what's not to love, aye?"

Your potential suitor nods in agreement.

Shanks looks past the man and makes eye contact with you. You were happily conversing with his crew, enjoying their company at the local tavern while in town to replenish some supplies for the upcoming journey.

The red-haired pirate winks in your direction, and you fluster under his flirty gaze. Shank's eyes twinkle in amusement at your shy demeanor.

The man across from Shanks looks back and forth between you and the red-haired pirate; his mouth opens and closes at the implication of your relationship.

"That one's mine," Shanks answers the man's unspoken question, waving over the barkeeper for another round of drinks, "But I'd love to tell you more about them."

DRACULE MIHAWK

The only classy one.

Doesn't take offense to the question, doesn't beat around the bush, and doesn't threaten the other guy for asking about your relationship status.

If the other man has bad intentions, Mihawk will know. And he will take action.

His entire being is enough to intimidate most people, after all.

A-are they single?

Mihawk casts an uninterested glance at the man standing a few feet away from him.

Nowadays, there were only a handful of people who dared approach the World's Greatest Swordsman - the Marines and Shanks.

Rumors were circulating that the former Warlord had been traveling the seas with you - that the normally lone-wolf pirate had acquired a companion to accompany him in his seafaring journey.

Oh, how clueless they were.

"Yes, we're in a relationship. Them and I," Mihawk states, taking a refined sip from his wineglass.

"I-I see. Thank you," the man bows before briskly running in the opposite direction, away from the black-haired pirate's piercing golden eyes.

The next day, Big News Morgan publishes your relationship with the infamous pirate for all the world to read.

Mihawk's eyes widen imperceptibly at the newspaper clutched in his hands.

Maybe this is for the best, he thinks. If there's anyone who can keep you safe, it's him.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy x reader #sabo x reader #killer x reader #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenarios #one piece x reader #mywriting

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CS AU: Conviction (8/?)

Summary: The story had been front page news for months. Scandalous details of a married woman of low birth and with limited means, murdering her husband; hatcheting him to death in order to save her own life and that of her unborn child - or so she claimed. No evidence to support her allegations of abuse had been presented during the trial, but in the end, it was the fact that Mrs. Cassidy was with child that saved her from a verdict of murder in the first degree, a judgment that carried the death penalty for both men and women alike. As an act of mercy, a lesser charge was issued, one that spared her life but now made her Misthaven Penitentiary’s problem to contend with, and more specifically, the Captain of the Guard charged with keeping order within its walls.

A/N: Thanks to my amazing betas, @snowbellewells and @kmomof4. Also, shout out to @sotangledupinit for the assist in defringing Killian for the art.

Rated T-M (for themes, mentions of abuse, murder, and attempted assault) / Available on ao3 and ff.net / buy me a coffee / add to tag list

Chapter Eight

March was living up to its reputation - in like a lion - the blistering winds practically blowing Killian through the main prison doors and up the stairs. It was a wonder he’d managed to keep hold of his cap during his trek from the boarding house. Now safely inside, he whisked it off and ran his hand through his hair as he passed cells and reciprocated greetings with a nod.

Henry’s cries echoed through the structure, and the closer he got to the Officers’ Hall, the more strained and weary the addresses from the inmates.

“Glad you’re here, Cap’n,” one of the older prisoners said as he passed, his concerned expression stopping Killian in his tracks. “Nothin’s been able to quiet the lad today. Poor mother has to be at her wit’s end. ‘Oping you might be able to--”

“I know how to stop the racket,” Teach interrupted from the next cell over with a malicious sneer. “Bash the little bugger’s head in, then we might all get some peace and quiet.”

Killian grabbed the man by the shirt and hauled him forward, slamming him against the iron bars as he seethed into the man’s face. “Any more talk like that and the only head that’ll be bashed in, is yours. Do I make myself clear, Teach?”

“Careful, Captain,” the man grunted in disdain and defiance. “Or I might be liable to forget meself the next time a representative from the Board comes ‘round for an inspection. Wouldn’t do for someone to insinuate that certain protocols are being overlooked, or that relations of an unsavory sort might be occurring between a certain murderous wench and the guard staff… or one specific guard, that is. Now would it?”

Killian released the man, but continued to stare him down with contempt. It goaded him that Teach had a point. Knowing he could not give credence to the man’s threat, Killian warred with himself as to how to respond. Silence would be taken as compliance to Teach’s warning, shifting the balance of power between them; however, seeing as the guards - and most especially their captain - were not in the habit of justifying themselves or their actions to the prisoners, any manner of defense would give up similar ground, and Killian could not afford to grant even an inch to a man like Teach.

Shifting his weight, Killian tucked his thumb in his belt, projecting an unaffected air, and opened his mouth with a fresh retort; one that died on his tongue as his brother rounded the corner.

“Ah, Killian,” Liam called out. “Officer Booth said you’d arrived, but I wanted to make sure before I departed.”

Flicking one last steely look towards Teach, Killian turned and joined his brother at the end of the hall, Henry’s squalls now ear-piercing and causing him to wince.

“Did you need something, brother?”

“Uh… no,” Liam replied, glancing over his shoulder towards the cacophony coming from Swan’s cell. “I simply wished to… that is… I wanted to assure myself that things were…”

“One of the prisoners said he’s been like that all day,” Killian informed his brother, wondering how long Liam had been desperate to escape the sound of Henry’s cries while determined to set an example for his officers, acting as though he were completely unaffected by it, no doubt. “Is that so?”

“Aye,” Liam sighed wearily. “See if there’s anything you can do, otherwise I fear mutiny may be on the horizon.”

Clapping him on the shoulder, Liam walked with Killian towards their offices, relaying a few items of note before bidding him a good evening. Though Killian was eager to check in on Emma and see if there was anything he could do to help calm little Henry, he had to first make sure there was nothing of even greater urgency awaiting him on his desk. Satisfied that all the paperwork and correspondence could wait, Killian made his way across the hall and through Swan’s open cell door; one of the protocols Teach had alluded to that was currently being overlooked.

The morning after Henry’s birth…

“You cannot be bloody serious!”

When Elsa had suggested that Emma’s cell door remain open whilst she and Ashley remained at the prison - unable to leave because of the blizzard and committed to staying by the new mother’s side anyway - since their cots, which had been brought up from the barracks, had to be placed in the Officers’ Hall due to the limited space within the cell, Liam had been amenable. However, when she further proposed that such an allowance remain permanent, owing to the fact it would become tedious having her cell unlocked as often as it would be needed now there was an infant to care for, Liam’s reaction had been… well… he at least managed to keep his volume down, so he did not wake the prison which had only just settled back down again.

“It’s either that, or you assign an officer to act as her doorman,” Elsa replied. “Permanently stationed outside her cell for the sole purpose of locking and unlocking her door as we have need.”

Liam sighed and rolled his eyes. “I understand, and I am willing to make certain allowances, but leaving an inmate unsecured flies in the face of every protocol, procedure, and practice the Magistrate requires. How am I to justify it?”

“Perhaps,” Killian suggested. “Her cell could remain open only during daily visiting hours? That way Elsa, and any of the other women who arrive to assist Em, er… Miss Swan, can have access at their convenience. The prison is better staffed during the day, ensuring a suitable amount of eyes and attention can be kept on the situation, and the expectation that Miss Swan herself is not permitted to leave her cell without proper escort, regardless of whether her cell door is locked or not can be firmly set as well.”

Liam scratched through the stubble littering his jaw, its presence a testament to the long night and unorthodox morning they’d all experienced. “I suppose I could make a justification for such a concession.”

“In that case,” Elsa said sweetly, causing her husband’s eyes to narrow in suspicion of her tone. “Might you consider authorizing the ladies use of the side entrance?”

“For what purpose?”

“Well,” she hedged, wetting her lips and flicking her gaze up to Liam’s through her lashes. “If they were permitted to enter through the Officers’ Hall, then your men would not have to take time out of their duties to escort them since they won’t be traversing through any areas where inmates are housed, with the exception of Emma.”

While Liam mulled over the suggestion, Elsa pressed on in an attempt to fully convince him. “Ashley has volunteered to see to the nappies. Either she or Thomas will collect the soiled ones and bring freshly laundered replacements each day. Granny will continue to bring foodstuffs and meals for Emma, ensuring she receives proper nutrition, so she can, in turn, feed Henry. There are a number of ladies who have volunteered to be added to the walking rotation. Some of them have even inquired whether it would be permissible for them to bring along their own babies during their visits, and despite the library that now exists within the prison, Belle still brings volumes from--”

“All right, All right,” Liam conceded. “You’ve made your point.”

“Good! Now let’s discuss which officers are allowed to enter her cell when I am not here to assist her.”

Killian lightly chuckled to himself at the memory, but was then pulled back to the present by another round of Henry’s wails.

“Swan? Is everything all--”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” Emma replied, her tone a disquieting mixture of exhaustion and exasperation. “He’s been fed, burped, bathed, changed, swaddled, rocked, walked, sung to… nothing seems to work. He just won’t stop.”

Agitation and anxiety permeated the cell. It was little wonder the lad could not quiet himself when his mother was so worked up; the two of them feeding off one another’s distress until they were both now in quite a state.

Stepping forward, Killian held out his arms and commanded, “Hand him over, love.”

“What? Why?”

“Because,” he murmured softly, compassion and care crooning through his words. “You are at your wit’s end and are in need of a break.” She tucked her lips between her teeth and tears shone from her eyes as they fell to the fussing babe in her arms. “You’re both exhausted,” he continued. “Let me take him for a bit so you can try and get some rest.”

“But… what if he--”

“You said yourself, love,” he interjected, cutting off her protest. “He’s been fed and changed. All his needs have been met. Perhaps he simply desires a change of scenery.” Reaching forward, Killian gathered Henry and secured him to his chest. “I’ll walk him down the lower Officers’ Hall for a bit so you can rest.” His brows rose and he tilted his head meaningfully to the side, quipping, “You and the rest of the population.”

Emma swallowed and her shoulders sagged. Wearily, she nodded, then stepped forward to place a soft kiss to her son’s cheek. “Be good for Captain Jones,” she told him before offering no further protest and slipping beneath the blankets of her bunk.

“Come on, my boy,” Killian crooned, making his way out of the cell and leaving the door open behind him. “Let’s let your mother rest, aye?” Henry continued to fuss and fight against the blanket that had him swaddled tight as Killian descended the back stairs. “You shouldn’t be so hard on your mother, lad,” Killian murmured, patting the babe’s back as he paced the long corridor. “She’s doing her best in less than ideal conditions. We all are.”

Killian marveled at the way Emma had taken to motherhood, although, admittedly, those first few days had been a struggle. Failure to thrive. That was the fear they all silently contended with as they awaited Emma’s milk to come in. Her tears and whimpers of pain each time she attempted to nurse Henry had broken Killian’s heart, and for five days he had agonized over whether she’d be able to provide for him. Elsa had determined they would have to find a wet nurse, fearing Henry might succumb if they did not intervene, but no suitable candidates had been found, causing them all to prepare for the worst.

He would never forget the night his dread had nearly consumed him, thinking the worst had come to pass.

Whilst on patrol, walking the cell block, he heard Henry’s feeble cry. Making his way back towards Swan’s cell, his stomach fell away when the lad’s cries suddenly stopped, only to be replaced by his mother’s.

No! No, no, no, no! Please, God. No!

Sprinting, he barely made out Swan’s form in the rocking chair, clutching Henry to her chest as she fought back sobs. The time it had taken to get that infernal cell unlocked took years off Killian’s life.

Barely capable of drawing breath, Killian choked out utterances as he made his way to where Emma sat before the fire. “S-Swan. The baby. Is he… He isn’t… Tell me he isn’t…”

When she cast her gaze up at him, he could not reconcile the tears clinging to her cheeks with the smile stretching over her lips.

“He’s eating,” she told him in a whisper. “My milk came in and he’s…”

Killian glanced down and saw Henry contentedly sucking from his mother’s breast, his eyes wide and alert for the first time in days. Knees giving out, Killian managed to control his descent by bracing himself against the rocking chair, a watery chuckle falling from his lips as he continued to stare in awe and relief. The feel of Emma’s fingers carding through his hair sent a ripple of wonder down his spine and he shivered.

“He’s going to be okay,” she quietly imparted.

Flicking his gaze up to hers, his breath caught and his pulse quickened. Not from any rush of lust or desire, but from the sheer beauty of the moment. Emma’s long, soft curls framed her and Henry as the baby continued to nurse, and her sea glass eyes fell to him, filled with loving adoration as she cooed and hummed at him. When she switched him to her other breast, Killian caught a glimpse of the raw, red nipple that lay beneath her nightgown; a testament to her resilience and determination over the past few days.

Never giving up.

Fighting for her child’s survival with all she had.

Not for the first time, and quite possibly not for last, either. Unfortunately.

Which was why her cell door would remain open, even at night. Ensuring that Killian would never again be delayed in joining her in that fight.

Killian shifted Henry further up his shoulder so he could reach the next item awaiting his attention on his desk. The lad had finally fallen asleep, but Killian was loath to return him to his cradle, lest the movement awaken him and begin the entire, awful affair over again. Better to let the babe rest peacefully against Killian’s chest whilst he picked through the correspondence and reports he’d been neglecting, even if he was assured a drool stain on his waistcoat that Granny would be certain to tsk over later.

Lifting up a page of visitor requests, Killian stifled a yawn, his chest stuttering upward and jostling Henry. The lad, in turn, yawned, letting go a soft squeak as he nestled his little face against Killian’s neck. Shushing him softly, Killian waited until he was certain Henry remained fast asleep before turning his attention back to the requests.

Perusing the page, Killian noted that Mr. Hopper was expected for a visit in early April, hoping to have a report on the on-going investigation against Emma’s former solicitor, Mr. Glass. A smile lifted the corner of his lips when he saw Graham Humbert’s name down for an early May visit.

A former officer and long time mate, Graham had transferred to Glowerhaven a few years back after wedding Granny Lucas’ granddaughter, Ruby. With the impending retirement of the current warden, Graham had already been selected to act as the man’s successor (which had opened the captaincy spot for Walsh). No doubt the May visit would be so he could glean all he could from his mentor and former warden before fully taking on the mantle himself come June. Killian made a mental note to discuss a few things with him whilst he was there, then carried on with his tasks, even as his eyes began to hang heavy.

The last thing he remembered was thinking how he needed to follow-up with Mother Superior about having her round for a visit when the feel of a hand brushed through his hair before tentatively shaking him awake.

“Shhh, it’s only me,” Emma soothed, placing a hand on Henry’s back to steady him when Killian jolted awake.

“Swan?” Killian croaked, his tongue dry and throat parched, no doubt from sleeping with his mouth open. “What are you--”

“I know I’m not supposed to leave my cell, but when I woke up and couldn’t find Henry, I…”

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, clearing his throat. “I didn’t want to disturb you once I had gotten him settled.”

“No, it’s all right,” she assured him. “I appreciate you stepping in so I could rest, but now,” she reached out and lifted Henry off his chest, shushing him softly when he whimpered, “it’s my turn to relieve you so that you might get back to your duties.”

“If you must,” Killian sighed dramatically, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, then running his hand down his face as he turned his attention back to his desk. “Booth will see to the patrols tonight, so if you need anything I’ll be…” he gestured at the haphazard piles before him and let out another long suffering sigh, “here.”

“I will leave you to it, then,” she said, offering him a commiserating look of pity. “When you find yourself in need of a break, you know where I’ll be.”

“Aye,” he replied with a chuckle at both her tone and impudent smirk, watching her exit his office as Henry began to suck on his fists, making his protests of hunger known by the time she returned to her cell.

Killian sat and listened to the softly hummed melody and creaking of the rocking chair as it drifted in from across the hall, almost lulled back to sleep by the soothing sounds. Shaking off the stupor, he straightened his posture and forced himself to focus on the work before him, promising himself he’d take that offered break at Henry’s next rousing.

~/~

“I am pleased to report the Board has found Sydney Glass guilty of negligence regarding the way your case was handled, Miss Swan.”

Emma’s jaw dropped open, and Killian could scarcely believe his hearing. He had to temper his emotions, though, knowing it was most likely too soon to celebrate such a victory just yet.

“What does that mean for me going forward?” Swan inquired of her solicitor, clutching Elsa’s hand.

When Mr. Hopper had arrived for his scheduled visitation, Elsa, Emma, and Killian had been making their way back into the prison from their morning stroll with Henry. Emma had asked if Elsa could stay to hear what the solicitor had to say, so after she’d fed, changed, and put the baby down for his morning nap, the ladies had joined the men in Liam’s office for the report.

“The case against him will be handed off for prosecution, and efforts will be made to bring Mr. Glass back here to stand trial. In the meantime, the Board does plan to consider the rest of the petitions made on your behalf.”

“When?” Killian pressed, forcing himself to remain at Liam’s side and not wander over to Emma’s, wanting nothing more than to take her other hand, yet knowing he had to remain at his station.

Hopper sighed. “It’s tough to say.” Removing his spectacles, he pinched the brow of his nose, then removed a handkerchief from his pocket so he could clean his lenses. “They might rule on each petition individually, which could mean addressing one issue at a time at individual board meetings, or they might rule on them all at once. We won’t really know until next month’s gathering.”

“So what can we do to help you prepare for the Board’s next meeting?”

The sincerity in Liam’s question, the earnestness with which he had been listening and weighing in on Swan’s case, made Killian’s chest constrict with brotherly affection and gratitude. He could not say for certain when the shift had occurred, but his brother was now every bit as much an advocate for Emma and her baby as the rest of them.

Hopper put his glasses back into place and began to gather his things. “Another round of letters would not be a bad idea. Perhaps you can beseech some of the more prominent townspeople to join in the campaign?”

“I know Granny would certainly write to the Board on Emma’s behalf. She’s been a fixture of wisdom and respect in this community for as long as I can remember,” Killian suggested.

“And Belle,” Elsa added. “She would happily write one as well, and as town librarian she does hold a mantle of prominence.”

“I can ask Mother Superior when she visits from Glowerhaven in the next few weeks,” Emma said, though they all knew the woman would not need asking.

“And I’ll invite any of the guards who wish, to add a letter of support with my own.” Liam’s declaration of support hung in the room for a moment, earning him warm smiles and grateful nods.

“Excellent. I will be sure to keep you all informed should anything more come to mind. Until then…” Hopper stood and held out his hand towards Swan. “Take care of yourself and your little one, Miss Swan.”

“I will,” she replied, shaking his hand. “And thank you again for everything.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The sound of Henry stirring from across the hall echoed through the corridor, prompting Swan to turn her attention towards Liam. “If you’ll excuse me, Warden?”

“Of course,” Liam said, gesturing that she take her leave. “Go and see to Master Henry.”

Elsa told her she’d be there to assist her shortly, wishing to see Mr. Hopper out first. After Emma withdrew, Elsa turned to pose a question to the solicitor, but it never made it past her lips before a blood-curdling scream left Emma’s.

“Swan!”

Killian raced past the others, making his way to Emma’s cell in time to see her wrench a screaming Henry from his cradle.

“Rat!” she cried out, clutching Henry to her chest. “There’s a rat in his cradle!”

Lunging for the rodent, Killian was unable to grab it before it scurried out of the cradle, between the cell bars, and down the corridor towards the greater cell block.

“Bloody…”

“Is he all right?” Elsa’s concerned question, as well as Henry’s startled cries, pulled Killian’s attention from the corridor where the varmint had disappeared and back to his distraught Swan.

“I-I think so?”

Killian straightened and started towards them, wishing to reassure himself that was truly the case, when he was halted by Mr. Hopper, who rounded on both him and his brother.

“This is outrageous! Have you no measures in place to curb the rodent population? Surely, there must be something you can--”

“We have a number of cats that act as mousers within the prison,” Liam told him. “However, the number of vermin always increases in the spring and fall.”

“Moreover, we lost a fair few of them during the winter, and those that remain are sometimes lured to the barracks, ensuring the officers’ quarters are better guarded against the pests,” Killian added while mentally attempting to calculate how many cats they currently had on hand to combat the ever increasing problem.

“Well, perhaps it is time to acquire a few more?” Hopper suggested with a tone of censure before taking in a deep breath to calm himself. “I do not wish to appear ungrateful for all you both have done in caring for and making allowances for my client’s comforts and needs, and the last thing I want to do is to disparage either of you, or the way you operate this prison, but I will not hesitate to use this incident as a means of making my case with the Board.”

“Mr. Hopper, you must understand that we are--”

“We’ll get more cats,” Killian said, interrupting his brother. “And additional traps, like those we employ in our offices and barracks, will be commissioned for Miss Swan’s cell. I’ll see to the matter myself.”

“See that you do,” Hopper replied before making his way to Emma, offering her words of support and encouragement as she continued to try and comfort her son.

“When, exactly, do you plan to find the time, much less the funds, to accomplish such an endeavor?” Liam inquired under his breath.

“The local farmers have always been generous with their litters,” Killian responded. “I’m sure they can each be persuaded to donate a barn cat or two.”

Hopper nodded his farewell to the ladies, then gestured for Liam to lead the way as escort so he might take his leave. Before his brother could depart, Killian added, “The cost of the traps is a small price to pay for her peace of mind and Henry’s safety, so if it comes down to it, I’ll pay for them myself.”

Liam gave him an assessing look, but made no further comment now the solicitor was back in earshot. As the two made their way out of the cell, Killian approached Emma, who was still doing all she could to settle Henry whilst tears burned in her eyes.

“I can't do this,” she said, choking on a sob. “I can’t do this to him. I know being locked away in here is what I deserve, but he doesn’t. He deserves better than this.”

“Neither of you are deserving of this, Swan.”

“Killian is right,” Elsa said, finally able to coax Henry from Swan’s arms so she could look him over. “Neither of you deserve to live in such conditions, which is why both your captain and warden will be implementing some sort of--”

“The issue has been discussed and decided upon,” Killian said, recognizing Elsa’s tone and knowing he needed to reassure her a plan was already in place before she worked herself up into a tongue lashing for both him and his brother. “Is Henry all right?” he asked, turning all their attentions back to the most important matter at hand.

“A small scratch on his cheek, but no evidence of bites or any other injury,” Elsa assured them. “I think it best to bathe him and change out the bedding. Maybe do a thorough cleaning of the cradle as well.”

Elsa handed Henry back to Emma, then began heating water for his bath before turning her sights on the cradle. Clearly still distraught, Emma bounced the baby in her arms, placing soothing kisses to his forehead as she sniffled and fought back against her emotions.

“Swan,” Killian began, though he was unsure of what to say. His own emotions, which he’d managed to keep at bay so his objective and rational side could formulate a solution, were beginning to bubble to the surface. “I swear to you, I’ll--”

“Don’t,” she said, raising her hand to stay his words even as she clutched Henry tighter to her chest. “Please. Don’t tell me everything will be alright. Don’t tell me you’ll fix this when there is no fixing this. Please just… don’t.”

Brushing past him, she joined Elsa, who was filling the basin with the kettle, now heated by the fire. The two began to undress Henry, the baby thankfully cooperative now that he’d settled down from his ordeal. As the women cooed and indulged their charge, Killian felt his chest constrict.

Swan was right.

While additional cats and traps might fix the issue of the rats, it did not fix the circumstances Emma faced in raising her son in such an environment where other vermin and pests were prevalent. It would not change the fact that it was he, and not her, who was free to leave the prison in order to make the necessary provisions to ensure her son’s safety from the rodents. Nothing he could say or do would provide them with what they did deserve, unless he…

A plan began to form in his mind, and he was powerless to stop it. Contingencies that could be put into place in case the Board did not rule in her favor. It was not the first time he’d had such thoughts. Ever since Hopper had made him aware of the dire consequences that could befall Emma should a retrial find her guilty once more, he had indulged in the occasional musing, but never to this degree.

Shaking himself, Killian did not bother to even bid the ladies farewell before rushing back to his office. Raising a shaky hand to his mouth, he leaned against his closed door and considered whether he could actually do it. Could he orchestrate, and potentially implement, the means of her escape if it meant saving her from the gallows, or even having to endure another four and half years of unjust incarceration? Were there any lengths to which he would not go to ensure her freedom, by whatever means necessary?

A soft knock at his door pulled him from having to face the conclusion of his deliberations, and he hoped none of his treachery was evident on his face when opening the door revealed Robin on the other side.

“I thought you might have already left,” his second said. “I was hoping to get the armaments ledger from you before you go, so I can begin the inventory.”

“Of course,” Killian replied, procuring the item from his desk. Handing it off to Robin, he made himself busy by donning his coat and hat, then gathered his satchel.

“Are you all right, mate?” Robin inquired. “I heard about the rat in Miss Swan’s cell. Imagine it shook everyone up?”

“Aye,” he said, hoping any perceived uneasiness in Killian’s demeanor would be attributed to the abhorrent event in question and not the grievous plot continuing to formulate in his mind. “Fortunately, Henry was unharmed. I’ll be acquiring a few more mousers, as well as commissioning some traps for Swan’s cell.”

“You’ll let me know if there’s anything I can do?”

“Aye. Thank you, mate,” Killian said, even as he held his tongue against the desire to unburden himself. After a moment’s pause, during which Robin’s eyes began to narrow, perhaps sensing there was more going on with his captain than he’d first considered, Killian cleared his throat. “Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way.”

Scrutinizing his captain a moment longer, Robin relented, “No, there’s nothing else. Go get some rest. You look like hell.”

Blowing out a breath he’d been unintentionally holding, Killian gave Robin an unamused look before making his way out.

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Killian’s boot falls were heavy against the side hall stairs when he made his way back into the prison later that evening. Boots that were covered with a layer of muck from the miles he’d walked and the farms he’d visited. His entire body ached and cried out for rest, but that was a luxury he would not be able to provide himself.

Liam’s office was dark, and the sound of the evening roll could be heard from the catwalk at the center of the prison, even though the days were now becoming longer and nightfall had not quite settled over them. Securing the basket he carried with him under his arm, Killian removed his coat and hat, stowing them away in his office, then waited for the roll call to end before making his way towards Swan’s cell.

His nose crinkled at the smell of vinegar. If he’d had to hazard a guess, Killian would say the entire cell had been scrubbed from floor to ceiling, which made him pause at the threshold and look down at his mud-caked boots.

“Captain?” Swan’s voice grabbed his attention, and he straightened his posture as she laid a soundly sleeping Henry down in his cradle before approaching him. “Are you… all right?”

Her eyes swept over him, and it was only then he considered how the rest of him might look. No doubt he was as unkempt as his boots.

“Aye, I just…” the bundle beneath his arm wriggled, shifting the balance of the basket as its occupant let out a petulant meow, causing Emma’s eyes to widen.

“Is that… a cat?”

Setting the basket down, Killian opened it to reveal an adolescent, black cat with piercing blue eyes. “I know they’re typically seen as unlucky, but back in England, sailors believed a black cat on board would ensure good fortune whilst at sea, so I thought--”

“He’s lovely!” Emma exclaimed, picking up the creature and giving it an affectionate scratch behind its ears.

“Farmers will be by later this week with whatever others they manage to round up, but one of them gave me this little one in the meantime.” Killian stroked his hand down its glossy back, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips at the way it purred in Emma’s arms. “He’s still young,” Killian pointed out. “But I’m hoping that will allow him to bond with you and the lad, and perhaps come to see this cell as his domain, prioritizing its sanctity against the vermin.”

His eyes followed her as she took a spare blanket from her wardrobe and laid it beside the hearth before lowering the creature onto it. Sniffing and scratching, he circled a few times, then made himself comfortable in front of the fire, licking at his paws and swiping them behind his ears as he took ownership of his new surroundings. Killian chuckled at the way the cat took immediate command of the cell, then met Emma’s gaze which was filled with perplexity over the fact he was still hovering in her doorway. When her eyes fell to his boots, comprehension dawned and she sighed as she stood and made her way back over to him.

“Did you spend your entire day tracking down cats from the local farms?”

“No,” he replied while sheepishly raising his hand to scratch behind his ear. “I actually started at the docks. There’s a man there, Mr. Smee, who supposedly makes the best rodent traps in the county. I commissioned a few for your cell. They’ll also be delivered in a day or two.”

“Killian,” she sighed, and as it was wont to do whenever she used his given name, his heart stuttered in his chest and his breath caught. “You cannot spend your days exhausting yourself on my behalf. You need sleep.”

“You get very little sleep these days,” he countered. “Exhausting yourself on Henry’s behalf. How is this different?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, she arched a brow at him. “For one, I receive a fair amount of help. And two, Henry is my responsibility.”

“Aye, and both of you are mine.”

“But--”

“No ‘buts’, Swan,” he said, cutting her off. “What’s done is done. I could not bring myself to bed down in the comfort and security of my room knowing you and Henry were still vulnerable. I know I cannot fix what happened earlier today, but do not admonish me for wanting to do something in an effort to try.”

Chagrined, Emma licked her lips and dropped her arms back down to her sides. “I shouldn’t have said that earlier. I was upset and… I know you’ve gone to extraordinary lengths to make my circumstances as bearable as they can be, and I am so grateful, I just…”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to… you don’t have to… I’m not…” A frustrated sigh rushed over her lips, and her teeth sank into the tender flesh of the lower one as she continued to struggle to find the right words. Again, her eyes fell to his boots and she released the grip on her lip, flicking her gaze back up to his with an amused glint.

“I suppose the least I can do to thank you for the cat and traps is to clean those for you.”

“There’s no need to--”

“Shut up and give me your boots, Captain.”

Killian’s brows shot up his forehead, even as he obeyed. Taking a step forward, he sat down on her bunk so he could remove the soiled boots, all the while maintaining eye contact with her. Over the past several months, they’d almost developed a bit of a shorthand with one another, able to convey so much to the other with a simple look or expression. As Killian unlaced his boots, he knew there was no further need for either of them to make apologies or amends. All had been forgiven, and no more would be said regarding her words or his actions.

“Leave them there,” she instructed before making her way to her bathing corner to gather supplies. “I’m sure you have important matters awaiting you in your office that will keep you busy whilst I work on these. Rest assured, I’ll have them ready by the time you start patrols. Wouldn’t do to have to make your rounds in your stocking feet, now would it?”

Killian smiled up at her, and it only broadened at the sight of the smirk that matched her cheek. “I dare say,” he replied, setting the boots aside and standing so they were once more eye to eye. “Imagine the mocking I’d receive from Scarlet.”

Emma tilted her head to one side, as though giving that thought some consideration. “On second thought…”

Chapter Nine

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ivyglow · 4 years ago

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I think people were quick to jump to conclusions after this whole tom wilson situation, but there’s a huge difference between a fight that may accidentally lead to something that looks worse than it is (read: sid’s hand kinda sliding close to tk’s head when you see he’s trying to reach for the shoulder/neck) and a player intentionally knocking a helmets-less adversary head on the ice time after time. Another point is: when talking about wilson injuring players and being violent is something he constantly does and he’s aware of it (even celebrates!), and this isn’t the behavior you see w sidney crosby. that being said: I think this is a fair hockey fight, that almost -accidentally- took a turn. Do I think sidney should be suspended? I don’t think so, but I’m not sure, however I wouldn’t be quick to compare and say that sidney did the same thing wilson did.

Realllly not a fan of sid bouncing tk's head off the ice there

That’s... really not what happened. If you watch the gif, Sid and he are both twisting as they go down so that TK’s shoulder takes the brunt of the impact. Sid’s trying to hold him down once they land but he’s not trying to bounce his head off the ice. All he’s doing is attempting to keep him in place and Travis is struggling, shoving up against him, pushing back so they seesaw back and forth.

Sid’s trying to get a grip, TK is trying to wriggle and squirm out from under him. Sid is not trying to hurt him. Look, hockey’s a rough sport. Bumps and bruises are part of the game. Scuffling like this is common, and it can be done without causing lasting injury, as Sid just proved. If he’d wanted to inflict actual damage, he absolutely could have. And he didn’t.

Thank you to @rinkrats for the excellent quality gif, sorry I forgot to credit you immediately.

#op thank you SM for this!!!#also this is just my take guys #as usual im open to hear your opinion #and im glad to see people starting to pay attention to violent hits on the ice #but lets make sure we’re doing it fairly ok #and before someone say something yall know I’m a flyer and I’m not on the crosby train (although hes a great player)#so i dont have any reason to defend him #i just genuinely think it was the same thing we saw w the rangers and caps #thats it #another rant on the rags lol #hockey culture #tk #sidney crosby #important #btw this gif quality has me envy!!!! this looks amazing #btw: op if you’re not comfortable w my addition and reblog just lmk and I’ll delete it right away <3 #and addition: we can make a player responsible for their action without suspension #so Im kinda confused as to why everyone is demanding suspension

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late-to-the-party-81 · 3 years ago

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Ojos Asi - Part 2 - The Mission

AN: Hi all - I hope you all enjoyed part one! I realised I forgot to say that this fic was inspired by the Shakira song Ojos Asi (Eyes like yours). It describes how reader feels about Joaquin.

DISCLAIMER - I know nothing about any Air Force, US or otherwise, or special ops or high-tech tracking systems.

Beta’d by the wonderful @yarnforbrains, dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me (credits to those who took the photos)

Series Master list | Part 1

Find my master list here

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Fem SWORD Agent! Reader

Chapter Word count: 2.2k

CW: Canon Typical violence, Lots of exposition, Grumpy Bucky (he's a warning)

You were thankful it wasn’t too warm as you and Bucky tried to get set up in your overwatch position. It always made things easier if you weren’t trying to work around bulky coats and gloves, especially when the space wasn’t very big.

“Will you quit wiggling around? I’m trying to get in the zone here.”

Bucky was in a grumpy mood as he settled on his stomach, high-powered binoculars in hand. He was trying to get an eye on the target area and you were setting up the small computer that would track Sam and Joaquin’s position. Hopefully, between old school tech and new school tech, you could provide adequate ground support for the airborne pair.

“I’ve got more equipment than you, Grandpa. Quiet down or I’m sticking you in a care home when we get back.”

“Stop flirting with my man, Sparky!”

“Fuck you, Sam. Stop eavesdropping.”

“It ain’t eavesdropping if you got the comms turned on. You two set up yet? If Torres has to do any more circling up here I think he’s gonna chuck.”

“Awww, poor baby Falcon… although if grumpy gills Barnes would stop bitching I’d be done faster…now, quiet!”

You drowned out the chatter for a moment, your tongue poking out in concentration as you went through the last of your set up.

“…and coming on-line...now.”

Two dots, one red, one blue, overlay your topographical map of the area. On the other side of the screen a number of white dots were grouped together.

“I see you, the satellite link is working and I can track your proximity to the targets. I currently have twelve showing but it may not be entirely accurate. You can go when you’re ready, Cap.”

“Okay. Come on, Falcon. Let’s fly!”

“Race you, Cap!”

You watched the dots on your screen, and as they reached the area where you and Bucky were secluded you looked up to watch them fly past. They were only pin-pricks against the blue, but it made your heart thump in your chest to think that it was Joaquin up there.

“How you doing, Fly-Boy?”

“Woooooo! This is amazing, Sparky!”

“Calm down kid, get your game face on.”

“Sam, you should be able to see the target area coming up. Begin your descent and prepare to engage. We need it fast and clean guys. Most of the targets are outside, but there will be a few who are inside. Be careful.”

You all stopped joking around at that point. Sam was telling Joaquin to get into the right position while you confirmed it, and Bucky prepared to get actual eyes on the scene when the two landed.

“Preparing to engage.”

You held your breath as the two coloured dots reached the target area, and you could hear the sounds of fighting and gun fire over the comms.

“I’ve got eyes on them, they’re doing okay.”

You returned your concentration to the screen and let out a curse at what you saw.

“Shit, Bucky, they’ve got reinforcements coming from the west ridge. We need to move to the secondary position.”

You slammed your computer shut and the pair of you scrambled up and started to make your way down the escarpment. Bucky got down before you, and pushed the brush cover off of your bikes. In less than a minute the pair of you were tearing down the path through the trees.

“C’mon, c’mon!”

You were urging your bike faster as branches whipped past your face. It felt like it took far too long to get to your next position. Bucky clambered up to make good in his sniper’s position, whilst you got your computer back on line and removed your gun from its holster, just in case.

“Sam, Joaquin, we’re at secondary, you’ve got incoming on your nine. I’m taking action.”

“We hear you, Buck. You and Sparky be careful. We’ve got more here than we thought.”

“Yeah, Barnes, Sparky’s likely to get herself into trouble.”

“We’ve got 5 coming up on our position, Buck.”

“I see ‘em doll.”

Even though you knew he was going to shoot, the cracks from his rifle still made you jump.

“Four down, but I lost the fifth in the trees. We’d best get out of here in case he made our position.”

“Lemme just get an update…”

You looked at the screen. Something wasn’t right.

“’Quin, Sam, you still moving out there?”

“Yeah, Sparky, we are. Some of these guys just…don’t…want…to… go…down!”

You were relieved to hear Joaquin’s voice, even if it was partially drowned out by the sound of gunfire and metal crunching down on bone.

“I’m just having an issue with the uplink…”

You tapped at a few more keys, your heart pounding in your chest.

“No, no, no, no.” You muttered under your breath and tried to tamp down the rising panic.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky’s brow furrowed as he took in the concerned look on your face.

“Feed’s gone down. Fuck! It was working fine and now, nothing. I’m not getting any updates at all. We need to abort, we’re blind.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder, as if his glare could make the computer work as it was supposed to be doing.

“Sam, Overwatch is down, we’re moving out. Gonna head towards the ex-fil point. Mission is aborted. Repeat, mission is aborted.”

“Roger that Buck. There were way more than 12 here. More like double that.”

You nodded at Bucky in agreement as you slipped your computer in your backpack and started to follow him down the trail to where you’d abandoned your bikes. You held your gun at the ready; something was definitely up with this op.

As you reached your transportation Bucky held up a hand and you stopped in your tracks. He tilted his head, listening intently.

“There’s a group of hostiles headed this way.” He started to throw leaves and branches over your bike. “I want you to hide here. I’m gonna lead ‘em off. You head to ex-fil and I’ll meet you there. And no fucking arguments. We both know you’re a lot more breakable than me.”

You opened your mouth and shut it again. He was right. There was no point arguing. There wasn’t the time and the fact remained that he was correct. You turned and made your way back up the path and secluded yourself behind a small outcrop of rocks. You peeked out and saw Bucky mount his bike and start to over-rev it loudly. Suddenly he took off, followed closely by six other bikes that sprang out of the brush.

You counted to sixty slowly before making your way back down and heading off on your own bike. You couldn’t hear anything except the sounds of your own engine. Nothing. No snark. No comments. No sounds of gunfire.

The comms. It wasn’t working. Before you could even comprehend how that had happened your bike came to a sudden stop and you were flying through the air. You landed heavily, right on your backpack, the now broken computer digging painfully into your spine.

“Fuck!”

You rolled over and pushed yourself to your feet. Your bike was lying on its side a few yards away, wheels spinning and engine cut out. It didn’t look as though the wire that had been stung between two low-hanging branches had damaged it too badly, but unfortunately, some goons were coming out of the trees between it and you. You started to back up, counting five guys coming towards you, when you heard the crack of a branch behind you. Whipping around and un-holstering your gun, you saw another three advancing on you. Not the odds you’d hoped for.

“’Quin, Sam, Bucky? Anyone there?”

“No-one can hear you sweetheart…made sure o’ that.”

A man with a buzz cut, four days worth of stubble and a toothpick between his teeth stepped slightly forward from the others. You really didn’t like the way he was looking at you, like you were his next meal. You had to stay calm and try to control the situation.

“You got this welcoming committee all ready for me, boys? I’m flattered, you shouldn’t have.”

You slid your free hand into your pocket and wrapped it around your emergency flare. You angled your body away from the men as best you could, to try and keep as many in your eye line as possible, but you kept your gun trained on the one who’d spoken.

“But, as lovely as this has been, I gotta cut and run…”

You pulled the flare from your pocket, igniting it and throwing towards the densest part of the group. The flame shot red, followed by smoke of the same hue. You turned, shoulder barging the nearest man to you out of the way, before dashing head long into the trees.

Your escape was followed by incoherent shouting and the crack of gunfire as they tried desperately to hit you. You kept running, hoping that you hadn’t got too turned around and were still heading in the right direction for the ex-fil point. The pounding of feet and the sound of shouting behind you got louder and you pushed yourself, lungs burning. There was the sound of a shot, loud and close, and a moment later pain bloomed in your shoulder, the force of the impact sending you spinning to the ground. You could tell it was a through-and-through by the way the blood was pouring out the front of your shoulder, but it hurt like a bitch.

You struggled to your feet, but froze as you felt the still warm barrel of a gun press against your temple.

“Get up slowly, princess, and drop your gun.”

You did as told with your hand pressed against your wound, trying to stem the flow of blood. One of the goons grabbed roughly at your backpack, cutting the straps to remove it from you as you hissed back a cry of pain.

“It’s broken, asshole”, you spat out, but the guy holding you at gunpoint just smirked.

They all started talking amongst themselves, and normally you would’ve been listening, but as you looked around you, trying to work out if there was any way you could escape, you felt, and then saw, something strange.

You felt a breeze on your face, but coming from a different direction to the others you’d felt today. And you saw some dry leaves on the ground swirling around in a little funnel shape, indicating that wind was whipping around in a spiral. Tilting your head slightly, you looked up, and saw a shadow above you getting closer.

With your empty hand against your thigh, you signed a silent count-down from five, hoping that whichever one of the boys was circling above could see it. When you reached one you threw yourself to the side, biting back a curse when you jarred your shoulder. A pair of feet landed behind you and the world went dark as you were covered by a set of metallic wings, bullets rebounding off them.

“You alright Sparky?”

Happiness zipped through you when you realised it was Joaquin who’d come to your aid, but you pushed the euphoria down. You had to get to safety first.

“Just fucking deal with them ‘Quin. I wanna get outta here.”

“If you’re swearing like that you can’t be hurt too bad.”

“Jack-ass!”

You could almost hear him smile, and your brain supplied the image of the skin crinkling around his eyes.

“Give me a moment then.”

He leapt up into the air, wings unfurling and knocking the nearest men to the ground. It was one thing to have watched him in training, but a different one entirely to watching him in a real life situation. He’d always been graceful, but this was like some complex ballet, as he effortlessly moved between fighting on his feet and fighting in the air. He retracted and extended the wings as though they were extensions of his own arms, and it wasn’t long before your assailants were all unconscious on the ground.

Joaquin turned to you, his signature smile on his face, but it fell away when he saw the blood still leaking from your shoulder. You flashed your own weak smile, but your adrenaline was wearing off now. You tried to push back to your feet, but wobbled and fell against a tree.

“I think I need a lie down. Help a girl out, Fly-Boy?”

Three strides from his long legs brought him back to your side. One arm slipped under your legs and the other around your back.

“Told you I’d sweep you off your feet.”

You tried to roll your eyes, but your lids were too heavy.

“You’re gonna want to keep those closed, don’t want you getting a bug in them.”

“Not a problem. I think I’m gonna pass out to be honest.”

“I got you, Sparky. I got you.”

You were drowsy and hurt, which would be your excuse later on. You wriggled to get deeper into his grip before mumbling, “You’ve always got me ‘Quin.”

The next moment you were both airborne, and you let yourself sink into the feeling of his arms around you keeping you safe. Before you lost consciousness you let yourself pretend, just for a moment, that you were also loved.

Part 3

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givemetherapyimawritingtravesty · 3 years ago

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hey there! i had a fic request (no pressure, ofc) in honor of disability pride month for a cubs fic where leo or finn has anxiety or adhd? if you don't feel comfortable writing it pls don't but if you do i think your take would be really interesting (if you have any other disability you want to write about take this as blanket inspiration to do so!)

Okay so YES I love this, thank you!

TW: for mental illnesses / disability talk before we go any further.

SO I actually head canon Leo with anxiety and maybe an eating disorder, Logan with some depression, and Finn with ADHD. It’s also kinda cannon that Finn hates clothes and I hc him with maybe some sensory issues? Is it me projecting? Maybe. That being said, this is written from my own experiences and does not mean that’s how it is for everyone. But I do love the representation and please please PLEASE be careful reading if this hits too close to home.

Okay, as I partially reread this to proof it (and did so terribly, sorry lol) I think I wrote something spookily similar not terribly long ago… aaaaannd yep, I just looked but it was about Sirius. Bad Habits Die Hard linked here in case you’re in the mood for more angst with a bit of comforting floof. And ope wait, there’s another with Leo hiding he’s sick here. Looks like I have a thing for sad writing, but I find it cathartic.

Also, I’m sorry this took forever! I was so happy about the prompt but I wanted to get it right so this took several writing sessions and I’m still not 100% on it and it ended abruptly but eh oh well, I wanted to get this out before the end of Disability Pride Month!

Also, HAPPY DISABILITY PRIDE MONTH Y’ALL!

Credit for these boys, as always to the amazing @lumosinlove !!

Leo was having a rough go of it; his boys could tell. He always seemed on edge lately and wasn’t eating much. All Leo ate was the same three things, cereal, pizza, and pasta. Not meat, nothing he had never tried before, and anything crunchy and snacky offered to him was met with a solid “No”.

Every time his boys asked, he said he was fine, and they weren’t sure how to help him or what even was wrong. It was starting to create some tension between the three. His boys only wanted to help him and Leo kept shutting them out.

This morning Leo defaulted to his bowl of Cheerios after hardly having anything for dinner. Of course, his boys had noticed he was off and tried to bring it up with him while they were getting ready for practice.

“Hey, Le?” Finn asked tentatively.

“Hmm?” Leo responded, busy pulling a hoodie over his faded Lions tee.

“Are you, uh… sure you’re up for practice? Today?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You…” Logan jumped into the conversation, “You just seem a little… off, is all.” He said, coming up behind his younger boyfriend, trying to wrap his arms around Leo’s waist.

Leo only shrugged him off, moving to sit on their bed to but his socks on. “I’, fine. Just a bit tired, I guess.” He sounded a bit irritated.

“Not sleeping well?” Finn offered, sitting down next to him, arm moving to rub Leo’s back.

Leo shot up from the bed, again avoiding his boyfriends’ touch. “Yeah. I guess. Can we go? We’ll be late.”

Finn and Logan shared a concerned look as Leo left the bedroom.

“We need to talk to him. Or… Get him to talk to us. Why won’t he talk to us, Lo?”

Logan moved to sit on the bed next to Finn and wrap him up in a hug. “I don’t know. Let’s just get though practice and see if we can talk to him tonight. Or maybe we get Cap to talk to him. He messaged me after practice yesterday asking what was Leo’s deal after he nearly walked out of practice.”

“Cap asked? What’d you tell him?” Finn asked, pulling away to sit up and take a composing breath.

“I told him Leo’s just been off, and that we’d talk to him… And that we may need his help? It’s just, we haven’t been able to get him to talk to us all week, and I, I don’t know. If he won’t talk to us, maybe Cap will know what to say to get him to open up.”

“No, I think that was a good call. If he won’t talk to us, he should talk to someone. Come on, lets get our shoes on and out the door before he decided to walk to the rink, again.”

***

Leo seemed to loosen up a bit at practice. He still kept ducking away from anyone trying to touch him, which everyone started to notice, and Talker even sent a raised eyebrow look to Finn and Logan, who only responded with shrugs and apologetic sad smiles.

After warm-ups, Coach split everyone up into two teams for a scrimmage game. Leo ended up on Logan’s team, along with Cap. Leo was in goal for all of ten minutes and had already let in three goals.

“Nutty, get your head in the game. Or, ya know, keep letting me score, I’m good with that.” Talker joked, after scoring again, skating away backwards towards Finn near center ice. Leo stood up from his goal, pulling his helmet off. He started to turn around to get a drink from his water bottle and wobbled on his skates a little.

“Leo? You alright man?” Talker asked.

“Yeah,” Leo said, closing his eyes and turning back around, still looking a little unsure on his skates, “I’m… fine-” Leo whispered out as he seemed to get really dizzy, then collapsed in front of his goal.

His boys were there in no time, sitting him up and trying to hand him his water bottle, telling him to drink, and breath.

Cap skated over, taking a knee by them as the rest of the team gave them some space.

“Alright, Nut, what’s going on. First yesterday and now this.”

“He just hasn’t been sleeping-” Finn tried to explain but was cut off by Sirius.

“No, Finn. I asked him. What’s the matter? Don’t think this entire team hasn’t noticed you being off all week, and then you go and collapse? Non. That’s not okay, Leo. I know I don’t have the authority to bench you, but I think Coach would back me up on this. Get it together. I don’t care if you need to sleep for two days straight, or get laid, eat cake, or talk to Heather. Talk to your boys, they care and I can see you’re icing them out. Just… I don’t mean to scold you, Nut, but you haven’t been you lately and we need you on the ice at a hundred percent for the Habs game next week, yeah?”

Despite the light scolding, Sirius’ eyes were incredibly patient and caring. He gave Leo a few pats on the shoulder as he got up.

“Why don’t you guys get him off the ice for the day.” Sirius said, skating back to the team, no doubt telling them something to the effect of, he’s fine, just didn’t sleep well, because Cap was nothing if not one to keep the drama out of it.

Leo’s boys helped him back to the locker room in silence. Once the heavy door fell shut behind them, Leo broke down crying.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just can’t. I’m sorry.” Leo wheezed out between sobs.

Finn and Logan helped guide him to the floor and sat on either side of him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Peanut.” Finn soothed him, brushing the hair out of his face. “Just… trust us. What’s going on with you, Le?”

“I…” Leo gasped out. His boys just held him. Eventually, his sobs subsided and the moved to get in a quick shower before heading home. Leo stayed under the hot spray by himself after his boys left to get dressed. He just needed some time to himself to collect his thoughts and figure out how to explain everything he was feeling… and he was feeling a lot.

Leo left the warm embrace of the steamy shower to get dressed slowly, in minimal clothing. Basketball shorts, sans boxers, and a muscle tank. He just… couldn’t handle the feeling of clothes, they all just seemed too itchy.

Sure, he was a little cold for the ride home but as soon as they got into the apartment, Leo found their softest throw banket and wrapped himself up and tucked himself in the corner of their sectional.

“Cold, Peanut?” Logan laughed, as he moved to sit next to his younger boyfriend and open his arms in an invitation to cuddle.

Leo leaned into him as Finn brought some water bottles from the kitchen. “So, what do we want for dinner?”

“Pasta.” Leo mumbled into Logan’s shoulder.

“Again? You sure, Le?” Finn asked, settling down on Logan’s other side.

“Can’t eat anything else.” Leo continued to mumble his responses into Logan’s shoulder.

“Why is that, sweetheart?” Finn asked, voice soft.

He was being incredibly patient, and Leo couldn’t stand it. He stood up suddenly, blanket still draped around his shoulders, and started pacing in front of his boys.

“Why? You’re not even going to fight me on this? Aren’t you sick of it? Of me? Cause I’m sick of it! Sick of all my clothes being just this side of too stiff and itchy, the texture of food being off-putting, and always alwaysworrying about everything and feeling too much and like everything around he in drowning me and I can’t breathe. I…” Leo stopped pacing and sank to his knees on the floor, crying now. “I… it’s all overwhelming and I don’t know what to do to make it stop.”

“Oh Nutty, baby.” Finn moved to kneel by the younger boy. “Hey, it’s alright. The weight of the world is not on your shoulders. I know it seems like it is, but it isn’t.”

“B- But-” Leo tried to stuttered out.

Logan moved to join them on the floor. “Non, mon amour, no buts. It’s not on you.”

“There’s just,” Leo hiccupped, “Just a lot. Hockey and you guys, and my ma and dad back home, and I just miss them. And there’s all this pressure to be good and I just don’t know how to haddle it all right now.”

“Hey, shh, can I hold you?” Finn offered his arms.

“Please.” Leo said, falling into Finn’s arms.

Logan moved to wrap them both up in a hug, where they stayed for a few quiet minutes.

Eventually, Leo just whispered, “I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll help you.” Finn whispered back. “And I think we should start with Lo giving you cuddles on the couch, it’ll be much more comfy than the floor, and I’ll make pasta. AND before you give me any lip, I am at least capable of boiling water, sir, thank you very much.:

That seemed to startle a chuckle out of Leo and he nodded. The two younger boys moved to curl up together on the couch as Finn went to the kitchen to start dinner.

After they had eaten and gotten ready for the night, the three boys got into bed, Leo claiming Logan’s coveted middle spot. They settled in, limbs tangled, and breathing in tandem until they were nearly asleep.

“I think…” Leo whispered. “I think I should do what Sirius said.”

“Which one? Get laid? Because that can be arranged.” Finn joked.

“I mean, that too. But I mean I think I should talk to Heather. Maybe she could help. I don’t know.”

“You know we’ll support you, Le.” Logan piped up. “Whatever we can do. And… I mean I saw her my first year with the team. I still think I should go again but, I don’t know. I… Didn’t want you guys to think that it wasn’t something you could help with, because you do help, more than you know, but… I don’t know. I’m just tired.”

“Lo’s right we’re here for you. We’re a team, yeah?”

The other two nodded in agreement and curled up for the night, surrounded by each other and knowing that whatever struggles tomorrow brought, they would face them together.

#oknutzy #sweater weather lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #sirius black #heather #o'knutzy #disability pride month #anxiety #depression

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch 4. Low Flying Stationery

Summary: Steve realises that the only way out of the seeming hole he’s dug himself into is to come clean about his feelings to Katie, only that’s easier said than done.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Language! Angst and a pair of total dumbasses in love… A/N: Once again, a huge thank you to @angrybirdcr for her lovely little edit.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 3

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“I went under, the world was at war, I wake up and they say we won. They didn’t say what we lost.”

“Yeah, well we’ve made some mistakes along the way. Some very recently…”

Steve woke up with a start, taking a deep breath as he blinked, coming out of his sleep addled haze. It didn’t take a genius to work out why his mind had taken him back to that particular moment in time, and it wasn’t wasted on him either that this time he was the one who had made the big assed mistake the night before…

Glancing at his clock, he decided that 5:00 am wasn’t too early, so he changed and headed out for a run, pounding his frustration out on the wet ground beneath his feet. He was so annoyed at himself for simply letting Katie walk out with no protest at all. He should have stopped her, gone after her, he realised that now.

It was official, he was the world’s biggest moron.

He knew now that the only way to salvage anything from this mess was to be honest, regardless of how she felt or didn’t feel as the case may be. So, as he thundered round past the Lincoln Memorial for the fourth time, he started to plan out exactly what he was going to say. By the time he got home an hour and a half later, and climbed into a scalding hot shower, he was feeling slightly more positive.

He just hoped she’d hear him out.

***** After a night of tossing and turning, alternating between being angry at herself and pissed at Steve, Katie had also been up at a ridiculous time, but unlike Steve she had curled up on her sofa with a film, counting the minutes down until it was an acceptable time to call her brother.

“Seven thirty AM?” Tony drawled as he answered. “You wet the bed?”

“Fuck off” She shot back “No, just had a shitty end to yesterday and thought I’d call to hear a friendly voice. Beginning to wonder why I bothered.”

“Bad day?” Tony’s voice softened “Ok Kiddo, I’m all ears.”

“Nah don’t wanna talk about it.” Katie said, and she didn’t. There was NO WAY she was telling Tony about Steve and whatever the hell nearly went down. That was a whole shit storm she didn’t want landing at Steve’s feet. “So what’s new with you?”

“Nothing much.” Tony sniffed.

“How’s things with you and Pepper? Still behaving?”

“I’m insulted you even asked me that.”

“I know you too well.” She chuckled.

“Well, if you really wanna know they’re going great. I’m thinking of taking her out to the Island in a couple of weeks. A dirty week away…”

“Ok too much information” she grimaced as Tony’s chuckle hit her ears “You’re nasty”

“I’m in love!” He said in a sing-song voice, making Katie roll her eyes.

“I never thought I’d see the day where you love someone more than yourself.”.

“What is this, Kiddo? Insult Tony day?” He scoffed making her laugh. “I love lots of things more than myself.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“You, Pepper…” the line was silent for a few seconds before he finished “Nope, that’s it.”

Katie laughed “I’m honoured.”

“So you should be, it’s a very hard list to make.”

They talked for another half an hour about all sorts of crap, Katie simply happy to hear her brother’s voice as it had been weeks since she’s seen him, far too long in her opinion. Eventually they both had to get ready for work so after breakfast and a shower she felt a little better although her stomach was still flipping slightly at the thought of seeing Steve. He’d messaged her a few times last night but she’d completely ignored him, and was feeling a little shitty about it now, if she was honest.

But, there was nothing she could do except apologise and hopefully they could move on and in time forget it.

When she walked into the Tactical Ops Office, Clint and Natasha were already in there, eating a pastry each, both with a coffee in hand and she was touched, as always, to see one waiting on her desk for her. But not touched enough to let Barton get away with using her desk as a foot rest.

“Get your feet down…” Katie slapped at his legs.

“Rude,” he muttered, removing them and placing his feet on the floor. “I bought you coffee.”

“Which is both appreciated and needed.” she pecked him on the cheek. “Thanks Hawkeye”

“You look like you aint slept all night.” Nat eyed Katie shrewdly as she shrugged off her coat “Who is he?”

“I should be so lucky” Katie mumbled dropping into her chair. She didn’t tell them that the reason she hadn’t slept all night was thanks to a certain blue eyed super soldier, but not because he was in bed with her, more so because he wasn’t.

“Better take a nap this afternoon then.” Clint pointed at her. “Want you on good form for the party.”

“What party?” Katie frowned.

“Rumlow’s 40th…”

She groaned. “That’s tonight?”

“Yeah.” Clint nodded, before he let out a snort as he looked over his shoulder at Nat “Now this is gonna be interesting.”

“What?” Katie frowned

“He’s referring to the fact I’ve been planning an outfit for a few days…” Nat yawned, examining her nails.

“Yeah and seeing you try and figure one out in a few hours, Nova, is gonna be amazing…”

“Not like I’m short of options,” Katie shrugged “I mean half the shit in my closet hasn’t seen the light of day in years.”

“You can always gift it to me.” Natasha quipped back

“Speaking of gifts, has anyone done a collection for dearest Brock?” Clint looked around. “I mean it is his 40th party after all, we should probably get him something…”

“Like what?” Nat asked.

“I dunno. What’s he into?” Clint pondered.

“I know what he’d like to get into.” Nat responded with a smirk. “Nova’s pants…”

At that Clint let out a bark of a laugh just as Steve walked through the door, expertly catching the pencil that Katie threw at the Archer.

“Beware low flying stationery.” Steve quipped as casually as he could, tossing the item onto the desk in front of Clint who leaned back in his chair, putting his feet back on the surface. Steve locked eyes with Katie for a second and he saw her take a deep, steadying breath before she looked over at Clint as he responded to Steve’s joke.

“It wasn’t flying, it was thrown.” he smirked. “Just Stark here getting a little upset about Nat’s joke.”

“I wasn’t upset, it was just a shit joke.” Katie rolled her eyes

“But it’s true, that’s what’s so funny!” Clint snorted “Admit it, you know he’s after a bit…”

“Can we just change the subject, please?” Katie groaned, turning to the keyboard on her desk. She could feel Steve’s eyes burning into her back as she tried to concentrate on the screen, ignoring him.

“You coming tonight Cap?” Clint asked

“Rumlow’s 40th?” Steve asked and Clint nodded

“Did everyone remember except me?” Katie looked round.

“Pretty much.” Nat nodded

Katie scowled.

“You’re a proper little ray of sunlight today.” Clint snorted at the expression on her face.

“I told you I’m tired.”

“Try going to bed and sleeping.” Nat quipped and this time it was a highlighter pen that flew across the room.

“Carry on and it will be a stapler.” Katie frowned. “I was alone, thank you. Unless you count my pillow.”

Steve looked down at his feet

“Was the pillow good?” Clint asked, and she glared at him, picking up the stapler as he laughed, holding his hands up.

“Anyway, Romanoff…” Steve deftly changed the subject as Katie slammed the stapler back down. “You ready for ops drill or…”

Nat groaned and pushed her chair back across the floor with a scrape. “Slave driver…catch you later Stark”

“Yeah see ya…” Katie didn’t bother turning round.

“I’m due on the range in 10 with the new recruits so…” Clint stood up and followed Nat before he stopped and turned back, glancing over his shoulder again before he spoke.

“Listen, don’t tell Widow I asked this but what’s the dress code for tonight? I better start sorting out what I’m wearing whilst I get chance…”

Katie stopped before she turned slowly in her seat and smirked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You hypocrite! It’s smart casual and if you don’t want me to tell Nat, it’ll cost you a beer”

“A beer for your silence… why haven’t we done this trade before?”

“Fuck off!” she flicked him the finger as he disappeared out of the office leaving Steve and her alone.

“Hey.” He spoke gently, testing the water “You alright?”

“Yeah” she nodded, looking up at him and he smiled, that fucking smile again and she cleared her throat. “Honestly I’m just tired.”

“You ran out on me.” he pointed out, studying her face.

“You didn’t exactly stop me Steve.” she shot back and he sighed.

“I know.” he swallowed “But you could have messaged me back.”

“Sorry, I was just…” Katie ran her hand over her face. “Actually, I don’t know what I was to be honest.”

There was a pause, a little awkward silence filling the room before Steve took a deep breath.

“Listen.” he began, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “About last night, what…well, what nearly happened. I err, I wanted to say that I-”

“It’s fine.” Katie cut him off quickly. “I get it, it was an emotional day and there was a lot for you to process and deal with. I mean, I was all over the place so I expect you were too. Guess we just…”

She trailed off and something inside Steve died a little. She’d felt sorry for him, that was the only reason they’d shared that moment. He struggled to keep his face straight as he shrugged, looking down at his hands, all thoughts of his planned speech flying out of his head.

“We’re okay, right?” Katie looked at him, and he glanced up, smile fixed on his face.

“Sure” he nodded, hopping off the desk. “Listen, I need to…” he pointed to the door.

“Yeah, course. I have a tonne of stuff to do anyway. I wanna get home in time for a nap”

He chuckled. “So I’ll err, see you tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, see you there.”

Katie watched him leave and as soon as he was clear of the room Katie took a shaky breath trying to stem the tears that were threatening once more to pour down her cheeks.

******

A wave of sound, both music and the noise of chatter hit Steve’s ears the minute he opened the door. He spotted Nat and Clint leaned against the bar and after saying hi to Rumlow and anyone else who greeted him he made his way over to the other two avengers and smiled.

“Hey Cap” Clint said, clapping him on his shoulder. “Beer?”

“Thanks Barton.”

Clint ordered his drink as Steve glanced around the room, looking for that familiar shock of brunette.

“She’s not here yet.” Nat drawled and he looked at her.

“Right.” He nodded simply, accepting the beer.

“Nice shirt” Clint grinned and Steve glanced down.

“Very modern.” Nat said,

“Romanoff,” Steve rolled his eyes. “You’re a pain in my ass…”

“She’s a pain in everyone’s ass.” Clint shrugged and Nat simply quirked an eyebrow at him as Steve gave a small chuckle, taking a slug of his beer.

“It’s one of my more endearing qualities.” she quipped.

Clint opened his mouth to say something but stopped as his eyes fell on someone and he smiled. Steve turned slightly to follow his gaze to see Katie making her way over towards them and boy, he had to stop his mouth falling open because she looked amazing. Tight black jeans, patent red heels and a sleeveless red top that plunged down her cleavage and tightened in to her waist before flaring out slightly. Her make up looked different, it was still light but she’d done something to her eye lids as they shimmered with a gold colour that made her eyes stand out even more.

Clint dropped a kiss to her cheek when she reached his side and Steve got a sudden hit of her perfume, the underlying floral tones that he associated with her, and he took a deep breath.

“About time…” Clint smiled at Katie. “We thought you had got lost.”

“Yeah, sorry I needed a nap.” she shrugged, nodding to Natasha and Steve.

“You want a drink?” Clint turned back to the bar waving at the tender.

“Yeah, I’ll have a gin thanks.”

“I like this.” Nat mused, her hand toying with the hem of her top. “New?”

“No, I dug it out from the doldrums of my closet.” she smiled, thanking Clint for the drink as he handed it to her. “I told you, I forget what’s in there sometimes.”

“Must be hard being so rich you can afford that many clothes you forget what you have.” Nat smirked, and Katie flipped her off drawing a snort from the red head.

“Table over there.” Clint spoke, nodding over to the right. “Shall we?”

The four of them made their way over and settled into a comfortable conversation as normal, but both Katie and Steve were ridiculously aware of one another. The smells of cologne and perfume, the feel of his shirt clad arm as it brushed against hers when he moved, her laugh which rang out over the table…

It was torture for them both.

After four rounds of drinks however, Katie had started to relax a little, dare she even say enjoy herself, so it was bound to be a matter of time before something else went wrong.

And it did, in spectacular fashion.

“Who’s round is it?” Clint announced “I’m ready for some shots…”

“Mine, I think.” Katie glanced round for one of the guys who was providing table service, when someone talking to Rumlow caught her attention. Tall, short dark hair, dark denim jeans and a white shirt. To most of the people in the room, the back of that man could have been anyone. But to Katie, well, she knew instantly who it was.

And her good mood sank as fast as it had been rising.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.” She mumbled. Steve, who had felt her tense next to him, looked down at her as Natasha frowned.

“What?”

“Ward’s here…”

Clint’s hand slipped and he almost sent the remainder of his beer flying as he scanned the room, his eyes narrowing.

“Ward as in, your ex Ward?” Steve asked, feeling the heat rise in his neck. She nodded and across the table Clint started grinding his teeth in a combination of anger and irritation.

Katie watched the back of her ex’s head, and then he turned to look around the room and their eyes locked. His mouth fell open slightly before he composed himself, and turned back to talk to Rumlow, running his hand through his hair, the way he always did when he was trying to act cool.

Katie snorted and turned back to the table.

“Want me to go punch him?” Clint leaned over towards her. “Because I’d really like to.”

Steve found himself thinking that was a great idea but Katie shook her head.

“Just ignore him. I am.”

*****

After three further gin and tonics and two tequilas had worked their way through her system Katie excused herself and headed out to the bathroom. Once she was gone, Clint shook his head.

“I cannot believe that fucking prick showed up.” He growled, waiving the waiter over. “Damned it I hate him.”

“I gathered.” Steve smirked as Clint ordered another round of drinks.

“I mean…what the fuck…why is he even here?” the archer continued to rant and Nat gently laid a hand on hi arm.

“Clint, don’t you think you’re overreacting a little?” She soothed.

“You didn’t see her Nat, that night when she caught him…she was a mess.”

“So was his car.” Natasha grinned and Clint snorted.

“His car?” Steve asked.

“Yeah…” Clint gave a small laugh. “She smashed up the body work…and I left four arrows in his tyres.”

Steve felt a surge of affection the archer as he took a deep breath, looking around. There was no sign of Katie, or Ward. Something seemed a little off, like things weren’t quite right…

“I’m gonna go check if she’s okay” he stood up, missing the glance that Natasha and Clint shared.

As it happens, Katie wasn’t ok. Nothing about walking out of the bathroom and bumping, literally, into your cheating fucker ex was ever going to be ok.

“Hi K.” Ward said, as his hands gently grabbed round her arms steadying her, his familiar smell washed over her senses. She pulled back immediately, shaking off his grip.

“Don’t call me that.”

He sighed “C’mon…”

“What do you want, Grant?”

“Hey, you bumped into me.” He chuckled. “You look amazing by the way.”

She snorted, and looked away.

“Look, I just wanted to say, well, I hate how we left things, you know? And I…”

“How we left thigs?” Katie’s eyes locked back onto his as she let out a sarcastic laugh. “The only thing I left was your apartment after finding you in bed with some blond bimbo.”

“The biggest mistake of my life.” Grant sighed, “I honestly mean that…”

“Is this the part where you say sorry for cheating on me and beg for my forgiveness?” Katie watched as the dark brown eyes that she had once found irresistible bore into hers and she felt the anger simmering again. She’d worked so long to get this man out of her system, but here he was, daring to try and smarm her into accepting an apology. The sheer audacity of it was making her want to scream.

“I am sorry. I genuinely am…”

“You’re sorry you got caught. There’s a difference.”

“No, that’s not it.” Grant shook his head. “There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t thought about you and how I fucked up.”

He ran his hand through his hair and Katie shook her head.

“Let’s be honest, she wasn’t the first was she?” She looked up at him. Grant dropped his head and that was all the confirmation she needed. “Our relationship, it was a car crash.”

“I loved you.”

“Seriously? You’re trying that one?” She looked at him, and then burst out laughing. “Oh Jesus…” She shook her head in disbelief and made to walk round him but he grabbed her arm.

“What’s so funny?”

“Let go of me.”

“I asked you a question…”

“And she asked you to let her go.” A familiar voice said and Katie looked up to see Steve stood in the corridor, hands on his belt buckle as the door to the main bar area swung shut behind him, causing the loud background noise to fade slightly. “She won’t need to ask again.”

“Sorry…I…” Ward, let go of her arm as he composed himself and extended his arm in greeting. “Captain Rogers. We haven’t been formally introduced. I’m-“

“I know who you are, Agent Ward” Steve looked at him, not even moving to take the man’s proffered hand, and he saw Ward’s jaw twitch, as his arm dropped back to his side, fist balling and unballing.

“I see. ” Ward raised an eyebrow, looking from Katie, to Steve and he took a deep breath and nodded. “I meant what I said. I really am sorry.”

Katie didn’t reply, simply watched him leave as he brushed past Steve who moved to the side to let him pass, but only after shooting him one last contemptuous look before the Captain turned back to Katie.

“Are you ok? Did he hurt you?” Steve asked her, stepping forward, noting she was rubbing the place on her arm where Ward’s hand had gripped.

“Hurt me?” she frowned.

“Yeah, your arm.” He nodded to it.

“Oh, no.” she said, shaking her head as her hand moved. “That was just weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah, I mean, well for so long I thought about what I’d say to him when I eventually did see him again, you know, how much he hurt me, broke my heart, but right then when I got the opportunity, I realised I actually don’t give a shit anymore.”

Steve smiled. “Good, I’m glad he didn’t upset you.” There was a pause before he gestured over his shoulder. “You err, you wanna go back in?”

“Do you think anyone would notice if I left?” She shrugged. “I don’t wanna be here anymore and there’s a bottle of wine and a pint of ice cream at home with my name on it”

“What Ice cream?” Steve asked, looking at her, raising his brow hopefully and she shook her head, chuckling.

“Mint choc chip.” she looked at him, before she turned to head towards the door of the bar before she stopped, and spoke again, without looking back. “Suppose I can share.”

With that she pushed the door open and Steve grinned, following her out.

*********

“I don’t know why you wear shoes so high if you can’t walk in them?” Steve snorted as Katie let out a groan, kicking her shoes off as soon as they stepped out of the elevator.

“Because they look good.” She shrugged. “I’m just gonna get changed, won’t be long. Grab yourself a drink.”

Whilst she was in the bedroom Steve did as he was told and grabbed a beer for himself, and poured Katie a glass of wine before carrying them into the lounge and setting them on the coffee table. He had to stop himself from staring when she walked back into the room, all long legs and thigh tattoo, in a pair of denim shorts and a hoody. She dropped heavily onto the sofa besides him, taking her wine and gulping down a large mouthful.

“You sure you’re ok?” he asked, looking at her.

“Stop asking me that, Steve.” She snapped. “I’m fine.”

“Sorry, I didn’t…”

“No, I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “That was uncalled for.” She looked at him and gave a soft smile. “I’m fine, honestly. And thank you, for being there before.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Steve shook his head. “I care about you Katie, you know that. And, well, frankly, when I saw him with his hand on you, I wanted to smash his face into the wall.”

Katie let out a huff of laughter as she glanced at her wine glass. “You’ll have to get behind Tony in the queue.”

Steve looked down at his beer, before he took a deep breath. “The guy is a dick.” he said, tilting side on so his arm was over the back of the sofa behind her. “And I don’t mean that just because of tonight. If you were my girl I wouldn’t be looking twice at anyone else.”

Katie smiled, as she looked up at him. “That’s because you’re a gentleman.”

“No.” he shook his head, his blue eyes locking onto hers. “It’s because you’re worth so much more than that.”

“Sure.” she shrugged and Steve pressed his lips together in a firm line of frustration.

“Don’t…”

“What?” she frowned.

“Do that.“ he pressed.

“Do what?”

“Put yourself down. You do it all the time” he sighed.

“I don’t.” She swallowed, looking away.

“Yes, you do. You think so little of yourself but you shouldn’t. Katie, you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met” With that he took a deep breath, there was no going back now. The hand that wasn’t draped around the back of the sofa reached out and tangled in hers and as she raised her head to look at him, her eyes were filled with tears and he swallowed, his mouth feeling suddenly dry as the blood pounded in his ears, his heart beating so rapidly he thought it might burst through his chest.

He had to make her understand, just how deep his feeling went.

His right hand gently moved from the sofa back to the side of her jaw where he simply cupped her face and she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. When she opened them again, it was just in time to see his gaze flicker to her mouth, before he leaned forward, a movement that was slow and seemed to take forever, until his lips met hers in a soft, sweet kiss that set every single nerve in her body on edge.

Steve pulled away slightly, just enough so that he could look into her eyes, make sure she was okay with this, and finding nothing but eagerness on her part, he pressed his lips back to hers.

The entire world around them faded to nothing and they both relaxed as this time the kiss deepened slightly, his hand still cupping her cheek as he slid his tongue gently across her bottom lip. She obliged, opening her mouth slightly and at the touch of her tongue on his Steve felt a jolt of electricity surge up his spine. Eventually they broke away and Steve gently slid his nose along hers unable to keep the smile off his face as their foreheads rest together.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that, Captain Badass?” She whispered and he gave a chuckle.

“To be honest with you…” he sat up slightly, his right hand returning to where it had been before, resting on the back of the sofa “I don’t think I have until now.”

She grinned and tucked her hair behind her ear with a hand that was trembling from nerves, adrenaline and absolute pleasure at being kissed by the utter God of a man sat on her sofa.

“So err…” Steve licked his lips. “I know this might be a little late, so to speak after, well, erm, yeah, but I’d really like to take you out, you know, on a date?”

Katie blinked as he stuttered over his words, and suddenly became aware she was chewing on her lip. She felt heat in her cheeks as she looked at him and nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

That crooked grin she knew and had come to love spread across his face.

“You free tomorrow?” he asked before hastily correcting himself “It’s Saturday, or is that too soon? We could always go next weekend instead if you want or-”

“Steve,” she cut him off, gently squeezing her fingers round his, “tomorrow is fine.”

“Great, tomorrow…that’s…great…” He trailed off as Katie held his gaze.

The air between them seemed to crackle and this time it was her that initiated the kiss. This one was slightly deeper, the fire in her belly was hotter and that naughty part of her would have loved nothing more than to throw her hands round his neck and pull him down on top of her. But Steve Rogers was nothing if not a gentleman, and she didn’t want to rush into anything. She’d waited too long for this to fuck it up by moving too fast. With that in mind she willed herself to pull away.

“So err, you wanna watch a film or…” She glanced at the TV.

“Yeah…” Steve gave a little chuckle, his eyebrows raising a little before he took a deep breath. “You need another drink?”

Katiee nodded and he hopped up off the sofa, taking her empty glass to top it up, frankly glad of the chance to cool down. He’d had to stop himself then from pushing her down on the couch, but he knew that wouldn’t be the right thing to do. He wanted to do this properly, it was too special to risk.

Katie flicked through the android box, and with a grin found the perfect film, one that was a comedy, not romance or action, something easy.

“The Sandlot?” Steve asked as he handed her the filled glass, reading the title on the screen. “It’s about baseball?”

“More about kids having adventures over summer but yeah, baseball features a lot. It’s funny, you’ll like it”

“Sure I will.” Steve said, as he settled down next to her.

She pressed play on the film, threw the remote onto the coffee table and lifted Steve’s arm, sliding into place beneath it, tucking herself in against his side with her legs curled up beneath her. It was something she’d done so many times before but this time, well it felt different. Steve pressed a kiss to her head before turning his attention back to the film, his arm draped over her shoulders, fingers gently tracing shapes on her upper arm.

They sat in the dark living room, watching the film, not another word shared. They both laughed, Steve grimacing at the Chewing Tobacco scene where the kids all vomited off the side of a fairground ride, it reminded him far too vividly of the time he had barfed after riding the Cyclone, and at the end when it showed one of the kids playing for the LA Dodgers Steve was the first one to break the comfortable silence, letting out a little snort.

“I still don’t like the fact they aint in Brooklyn any more”

“Really, you never mentioned it.” Katie said sarcastically, sitting up.

He rolled his eyes before he stretched. “I should be going.”

“Yeah, it is late.” Katie agreed, standing up as he did. “And I got a big date tomorrow.”

“Yeah” he asked, paying along as he walked to the door “Anyone I know?”

“Just some guy from work.” she shrugged. “He’s pretty hot but don’t tell him I said so.”

Steve laughed. “You’re a nightmare, you know that?” he smirked.

“Yeah but, you love it.” Katie shrugged as the elevator arrived.

“Yeah, I do.” Steve smiled softly, dropping a gentle kiss to her lips. “Goodnight, Doll.”

“Night Stevie.”

He squeezed her hand and stepped into the elevator and as soon as the doors had closed, a huge shit eating grin spread across both their faces.

***** Chapter 5

**Original Posting**

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Hetalia Family Week - Day 1: Hobbies

This is my entry for @hetafamilyweek day 1 - hobbies (and hugs)

Summary: They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

This has also been posted to my a03!

Disclaimer: the opinions of the characters aren’t necessarily the authors opinion. Also, some of the sentences have been translated with Google Translate. If there is any mistake, please let me know and I'll fix as soon as possible! The translations are at the end.

Names used:

Willem = Netherlands

Femke = Belgium

Laurent = Luxembourg

Antonio = Spain

Matthew = Canada

Abel = Holland, @starflight-blog oc

Sjoerd = Friesland, @starflight-blog oc

Lieke = Groningen, @starflight-blog oc

Relevant headcanons time!

- Femke owns a cat named Mika

- Matthew and Willem are married (see end notes for more info)

- Matthew uses he/they pronouns

:readmore:

They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

"Can't you two sit still for like five minutes? If you want this painting to actually look good, you're gonna have to let me actually have time to paint you!"

"What if we want it to look like Picasso?"

"Laurent, hoepel een eind op, Picasso sucks and so do his paintings."

"Don't let Antonio hear you say that."

"Antonio can go fuck himself."

"Guys, let's keep this fun, alright? I want to enjoy this day," Femke chimed in. Willem huffed but didn't complain further. Laurent grinned and continued composing a piece for the harp standing next to him.

(When Laurent had led them towards his "inspiration room" as he liked to call it, which was just a room filled with instruments, art supplies and more, both siblings had been filled with dread at the thought of Laurent playing the tuba, or god forbid, the trombone. Willem had said: "Laurent, I swear to god, if you're going to play the tuba or the trombone, I'm going to throw both you and the instrument out of the nearest window." To which Laurent had been a smartass and replied, "Can you even lift all that weight though?" That had ended up in a chase through the house that ended when Femke tackle-hugged both.)

The comfortable silence continued for a while, broken only by the occasional sigh from one of the siblings or Laurent trying the piece on the harp.

"Hey, Fem," Laurent walked up to her while he was taking a quick break, "What're you making?"

"Well, I'm trying to embroider our pets, but this stitch just won't work, godverdomme-"

"Maybe you should take a break and come back to it later? It's getting late anyway, we should eat dinner soon," Laurent suggested. Femke nodded. When no conformation came from Willem, they turned to him.

"Hey, earth to Willem! Did you hear what we just said?" Laurent asked, walking up to him and quickly stopping next to him. "Nondikass!" He exclaimed. "Willem, that looks amazing! How'd you do that in such a short time?!"

Femke, now curious, walked up to her brothers and peeked over their shoulders. "What the fuck, Willem," she gaped at the painting in front of her. It was clearly her and Laurent doing their respective hobbies, with beautiful lighting and background. The vibrant colours of the front of the painting was a stark contrast to the background, which had much softer tones. "You told us you were rusty! What part of this is rusty?!"

Willem, who was now looking more like a tomato, opened his mouth, no doubt to point out all the things that were wrong with it, but Laurent cut him off. "Nope, Mr. Perfectionist, you're not pointing out all the imperfections of this, and that's final. This is a masterpiece, seriously. Don't give me that look!"

"You know," Femke mused, "I might actually hang this in my house once it's dry."

"Guys," Willem said, flustered, "It's not that good. Really. Thanks for the compliments, but-"

"No buts!" Femke exclaimed at the same time Laurent yelled: "Not that good?!"

"Yeah, it's... the colour's off, the perspective is weird, and-"

"I am this close to actually strangling you with your scarf, Willem," Femke cut him off, her hands on her hips. "So what if it isn't perfect? That doesn't make it look any less amazing! I'll tell you what, we're gonna take a break, then we're going to come back here, and you'll see how amazing this actually looks."

Willem looked at her for a few seconds before sighing. "Fine..."

"Now don't go around brooding like that, it's no fun," Laurent said while shooting Femke a quick thumbs-up. Femke grinned.

"Now, come on! I'll make waffles!"

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"Hey, Matthew replied!" Laurent exclaimed, effectively cutting off Willems' story on the antics of Abel and Sjoerd.

(Apparently, they had gotten into a fight over who had the most creative curse words. This had ended in Abel singing along to the curse word song in Dutch, until Lieke walked in. Sjoerd had promptly slapped a hand over Abel's mouth to stop him from ‘tainting Lieke's innocence’. It was weird.)

"What do you mean?" Willem asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, dearest brother of mine," Laurent replied with a shit-eating grin, which did absolutely nothing to ease Willem's worries. "Because you didn't seem too convinced by us literally shouting how amazing your painting was, we decided to send a picture to Matthew-"

"You what?!"

"-to see what he thinks of it," Laurent continued, unfazed. "Since, you know, you seem to care a lot about what they think, about as much as you care about what we think? I mean I would hope so, considering we're your siblings, but-"

"You're getting off track, Laurent," Femke cut him off. "Anyway, we figured that if anyone other than us would manage to convince you that your painting is amazing, it's gonna be Matthew."

"I-"

"Don't even try to deny it. We went to your wedding, remember? We know how much you care about him. Which is a good thing, by the way. So, Laurent, what did they say?"

"Well, there's an all-caps keysmash, followed by an all-caps 'what?!'. Scratch that, basically everything is in caps. So, the general train of thought is 'what the fuck, this is beautiful, how the fuck did he do this, he calls this rusty?!' And finally, 'I love it 10/10 would hang in my living room and/or show off to my family and friends. It's beautiful and I'll physically fight him on that.'"

"Awww, that's so sweet! See, Willy, your painting truly is amazing!" Femke, sporting a somehow genuine but shit-eating grin, patted her brother on the back. Said brother had his head in his hands and may or may not be crying.

"I hate you two," came the muffled reply with no real heat behind it. Femke and Laurens laughed.

"We love you too, you softie! Now come on, who's ready to spend more time together!" Femke cheered, already halfway across the room.

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"Jezus Christus, Femke, that looks amazing!" Willem said, looking at the embroidery his sister had made. It pictured their pets, Pelutze, Mika, and Nijntje.

"Aww, thanks Willem!"

"Wait, let me see- wow, sis, this is really good! I love it!"

"Thank you, Lau! By the way, is your composition nearly finished? I want to hear it!"

"Me too, actually."

"Well, it's not done yet, but I can play what I have so far?"

"Yes please!" Femke smiled.

Laurent sat down and started playing the piece of music he had written on the harp. Moving his fingers delicately along the strings, the beautiful melody carried along the room. Once he was done, he looked up.

"So... what did you think- Femke are you okay?!"

"Yeah, sorry, it's just... it's so beautiful!" Femke cried, flinging herself at Laurent and crushing him in a hug.

"I agree with Femke, it was wonderful," Willem chimed in, walking over to his siblings. Femke quickly included him in the hug.

"You two are so talented, what the hell!"

"Fem, you're crushing me," Laurent gasped. "And don't you dare exclude yourself, have you seen what you just made?!"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, remember," Willem said, parroting her words back to her with a smirk.

"Why are you like this?"

Willem laughed at this. "You still love me despite it, though!"

"That's not an answer!"

"Is it not?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Guys, please stop. This is a stupid argument," Laurent rolled his eyes.

"Rolling your eyes at us? How rude, Lau," Willem said, locking him in a headlock and ruffling his hair.

"Hey, let me go!"

"Hmmm, let's see... Nope."

"Oh, come on! Fem, help me out here!"

Femke just laughed in response.

"Betrayal!" Laurent screeched, struggling to get out of his brother's headlock. Femke just laughed harder in response, almost falling over.

"You know, you could always just say the magic word to get out."

"The magic- What am I, five?"

"You certainly act like it sometimes."

"Fëck dech."

"Real mature, Laurent."

"Oh, like asking for the magic word is so mature."

"Absolutely. I haven't heard it yet, by the way. Femke, are you doing alright?" Willem asked, as his sister was now lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Gasping for air, she shook no.

"Seems like you'd better let me go before we make Femke choke," Laurent commented. Willem tsk-ed.

"Fine, fine. Fem, get up," he said, letting Laurent out of the headlock and extending a hand towards Femke.

"Give- give me a... minute," she said, still gasping for air. After she managed to get enough air in her lungs and not burst out laughing after she saw her brothers standing in front of her with worried (albeit semi-irritated) looks, she finally took Willem's offered hand.

"You two are utter morons."

Willem gasped. "Are you hearing this, Laurent? Slander, complete and utter slander!"

"Well, she's right about one of us, and it isn't me."

"Laurent, ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt-"

"Try me, old man-"

"Who're you calling old you little-"

''Oh for- hou uw bakkes! If this becomes another argument, I will smother both of you!''

''You wouldn't dare,'' Willem said. After a beat of silence and a fierce glare from Femke, he added: ''Would you?''

''I don't know, why don't you find out?''

''Fem, you're scaring me a bit here,'' Laurent said nervously. Femke hummed. Laurent looked at Willem, wide-eyed. Willem just looked back and shrugged.

''Could you even reach me though?'' Willem, who apparently had a death wish, asked.

Femke whipped around, glaring at her brother. Willem just glared back.

''Guys, no, no one's getting killed today,'' Laurent interjected. ''This is supposed to be a fun family meeting, remember? If there's any way anyone's going down,'' he added on, a devilish grin on his face as he slowly inched closer to his still glaring siblings, ''It's going to be this way!'' he yelled as he quickly poked Willem in his side, who immediately yelped and tried to get away. To no avail, because Femke quickly latched onto his arm and started poking him in his side too.

''No, Fem, wait- What did I do to deserve this?!''

''Well, uh... you took the last waffle?''

''Are you asking me, or-'' Willem started to ask, then yelped again as his siblings started to tickle him.

''No! Please, mercy!''

''Hmmm, Lau, what do you think? Should we stop?'' Femke asked, looking at her younger brother.

''I don’t know, Fem,'' Laurent answered back, devilish grin still on his face. ''He hasn’t said the magic word yet.''

''Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! Laurens, stop!''

''Hmm, let me think. Nee.''

Femke snickered. ''He looks like a worm, wiggling like that.''

''How the fuck-''

''Oh my god you're so right,'' Laurent said. ''Willem the worm,'' he started to say, but burst out laughing halfway through. Femke laid on top of Willem, wheezing. Willem, meanwhile, looked absolutely mortified.

''You two are so immature,'' he said.

''Says the guy currently laying on the floor because he's ticklish.''

''I will strangle you,'' Willem threatened.

''Try me, bit- Hey!'' Laurent started to say, before Willem had reached forward and pulled him besides him.

''You know, this is actually surprisingly comfortable,'' Femke commented after a beat of silence.

''No, you're heavy. Get off me- Lau don't you dare lay on top of Femke or I swear- oof!''

''Hmm? What was that?''

''I'll kill you.''

''Aw, we love you too!''

''... Ugh, fine, if I say it, will you get off?''

''Maybe!''

''You two are gremlins, oh my god. Fine, I love you too.''

''He said it! Lau, he said it!''

''Yeah yeah, we all heard it. Now get off me.''

''I mean... technically I never promised I'd get off-''

''Off. Now. Or I'll never bring you stroopwafels again.''

This earned him a scandalized gasp from both of his siblings.

''You’re so mean! How dare you deprive us of stroopwafels?!''

''You can't do that!''

''You two are impossible. I said off,'' Willem complained, trying to sit up. Which was hard, considering Femke was literally laying on top of him.

''Say the magic word first.''

''Are you serious right now? Femke, we are not five.''

''So?''

''... Fine. Femke, can you please get the fuck off me?''

''Fine, close enough,'' she said as she got off Willem, who immediately took a deep breath.

''Finally, oh sweet air how much I've missed you.''

''You’re so weird. Anyway,'' Femke said, turning towards Laurent. ''You recorded the whole thing, right?''

Laurent laughed and rolled his eyes. ''Like you had to ask.''

Willem gaped at them, before jumping up. ''Godver- Laurent give that camera here, right now!''

''No, I don’t want to. I must say this is great blackmail material.''

''Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan-''

''Du muss mech als éischt fänken!''

Needless to say, Willem ended up chasing Laurent through the house, Femke following closely behind. In the end, all three of them ended up in a dogpile on the couch, laughing. Yeah, family meetings were fun indeed.

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Translations:

Hoepel een eind op (Dutch) = a nice(ish) way of saying ‘fuck off’ or ‘go away’

Godverdomme (Dutch, Flemish) = goddammit

Nondikass (Luxembourgish) = used as an exclaimation, meaning something like ‘damn’.

Jezus Christus (Dutch) = Jesus Christ

Fëck dech (Luxembourgish) = Screw you

Ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt (Dutch) = I will throw you into the North Sea if you don't stop. (The word ‘tyf’ is pretty rude though, albeit used by a lot of teens in my experience, so I would not recommend going around actually saying this.)

Hou uw bakkes (Flemish) = shut up

Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! (Dutch) = ‘Goddammit, of course that's the answer. Fuck!’ (even though the word 'kut’ doesn’t mean ‘fuck’, it's used as a replacement pretty often. The more accurate translation would be ‘vagina’, as that is literally what it means, but it's used as a curse word more often than not.)

Nee (Dutch, Flemish, Luxembourgish) = No

Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan- = Laurent, if you don't give me the camera right now, then-

Du muss mech als éischt fänken! (Luxembourgish) = youre gonna have to catch me first!

Stroopwafels are a Dutch delicacy, I love them so much. Basically, they’re waffles with syrup in between. Google them for examples and probably a better explanation.

I am physically incapable of not adding in a sprinkle of NedCan. I'm sorry (but actually not really,, as stated, Willem and Matthew are married so technically Matthew is family- *gets smacked*)

The ending is more crack and longer than I intended because I have no self-control. Sue me.

Moral of the story: don't anger short ppl. They’re angrier cuz they’re closer to hell-

Yes Willem is ticklish, I said what I said.

Bonus scene: ''Wait, so if Willem is a worm, would Matthew be like... a moose?''

''I am begging you two to stop. Laurent, stop laughing!''

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