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Bittersweet Escape

Author’s Note: It’s been a while folks. Just wanted to get a few things in order before school started, hope no one forgot about me :). This post is dedicated to @swaggysposts who requested the prompts, and themes of this imagine, so blame her for the tooth-rotting fluff and filthy smut. I just hope I did her fantasy justice. Anyway, its a long one guys, I kind of went off the rails. I seriously dont blame you if you don’t finish reading this one. 😂

Summary: The slow burn relationship between Tony Stark and Y/N, leading up to their honeymoon night.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, in that order. Age gap, slight daddy/dom kink, slight exhibitionism...and I think that’s it.

Word Count: 15.2k

Disclaimer: while the pictures in this vision board are not mine, the vision board is.

Edited on 19 September 2020. Just did some minor editing and a few changes/additions in dialogue near the end.

You were his assistant. Before you, he couldn’t keep one to save his life. Most of your predecessors couldn’t handle his eccentricity. The ones who could, he fired shortly after sleeping with them. Something about them becoming clingy and demanding special treatment, rubbed him the wrong way.

But, you could perform your job and more, under the pressures of his personality. When I say more, I mean that you basically carried his company from behind the scenes. You also didn’t pay him any mind. This is ultimately what drove him crazy.

How could this beautiful woman—who kept him from drowning, fail to give him the time of day?

Naturally, Tony became obsessed with you. He could not get you out of his head. His interactions with you started off as a joke. He would often tease you, flirt with you, and demand outright ridiculous things of you just to get your attention. He once demanded you give him your opinion on the color orange. The days where he called you in his office to hand him things within two inches of his grasp, were the worst.

You remained a champ, however. No emotion other than content, ever showed up on your face. Some would say your great indifference towards him, is what drew him in. But your beauty, and brilliance certainly didn’t hurt. You were a jack of all trades, that never failed to impress.

As time went on, Tony’s feelings for you gradually shifted into something more. You both now had months of working closely together for him to realize he was hopelessly in love with you. He hung on to your every word. Valued, your every opinion. Did any, and everything just to accomplish what he thought would please you. Still it seemed nothing worked.

On the brink of giving up, Tony found himself drifting towards the break room where you currently resided. He had been laying it on thick that morning with his clever sexually charged suggestions. He felt like an ass for pursuing a woman who didn’t want him. He just couldn’t believe that the one person he actually wanted didn’t want him back. So, he felt the urge to apologize to you profusely, before he heard you mentioning his name.

“…and Stark is pretty amazing. Excruciatingly sexy. I really like him.” You admitted into the phone, sighing for a moment before continuing. “But I know we wouldn’t work out. No, I’m not gonna just ‘fuck him…’” You continued your conversation with the unknown caller, but Tony tuned you out after hearing you say you had no faith in your non-existent relationship with him.

No, he thought. I won’t accept it. He refused to let you throw away a chance at something great.

Come 6:30 pm, well past the end of the workday, you both found yourselves leaving for the elevator. You always left at the same time as him, to avoid the off chance of him needing something long after you were gone.

You, who were always very perceptive of your environment, immediately took notice of your boss’ unusually quiet demeanor. However, you said nothing, as you both descended from the top floor of the Stark Tower.

When you first entered the elevator, he took to the opposite side of you, arms crossed as he leaned against its railing, while you stood in front of its panel. You stole occasional glances, and each time you noticed him observing you. He didn’t even try to hide that fact. You dropped a few floors before the silence began to consume you.

You swiped your tongue over your lip swiftly, before speaking. “Good evening Mr. Stark.” You greeted, offering a tight smile.

“Good evening.” He uttered, as his dark brown orbs remained trained on you.

“What are your plans for dinner tonight?” You asked, just to spark a conversation.

“Why? Are you offering?” He flirted, quirking his brow and lips for a split second.

“I’m craving a seafood pasta.” You informed him, completely ignoring his suggestion.

“Why won’t you give me a chance.” He questioned.

“I haven’t had pasta in a while now.” You said smiling, turning to meet his eyes. When they read to you dourness, you dropped your grin. He was not in the mood for your usual elusive dance.

“I know you have feelings for me, Y/N.” He started. “I heard you admit it today.”

You thought about when he could have possibly heard you say that, until you remembered your phone call with Natasha. Eyes now wide in alarm, you asked “You were eavesdropping on me?”

“Why don’t you think we’ll work out?” Tony asked, trying to mask the vulnerability in his voice. He usually did a great job at hiding his emotions, but you proved to be a challenge. He could never read you, but you never failed at reading him.

You still had a few floors to get through, and you knew you couldn’t avoid your way through this one. Besides, avoiding only worked when Tony thought you were uninterested. You inspected him for a moment, before you gave him your explanation. You felt you at least owed him that.

“Mr. Stark, I do like you. A lot, actually. But I prefer to keep my business separate from my pleasure, whereas you don’t mind blurring those lines.” You looked as if you were about to continue, but Tony jumped the gun before you could.

“Y/N, with all due respect, if we began dating I’d just fire you.” Tony said with a surprising seriousness, causing you to breathe out a laugh. He lit up when he heard the sound.

“No.” Is all you simply said, small grin still plastered on your features.

“Okay, but it can’t just be about working here. You’re brilliant, and you practically run this company. If I were to let you oversee a different division, you wouldn’t be directly under me—”

“I wouldn’t want you to do that, just because you like me.” You interrupted.

“But I wouldn’t.” He told you. “That would be a terrible business move. I would do it, because you genuinely deserve it. All feelings aside.”

The look you read in his eyes, was vastly different from the ones you had seen before. Yes you saw his look of longing, his look of desire, and of lust. But this one revealed his sincerity. He had nothing to gain.

Dropping your head down, you found yourself feeling guilty for some reason. “Mr. Stark—”

“Tony.” He interrupted.

“Mr. Stark,” You corrected, ignoring his look of disappointment. Getting on a first name basis could mean becoming too close. “You’re right: it isn’t just about business for me. If that were the case, i’d just find another job.” You began gnawing at your lip, something you often did when you got nervous. “Its about a secret I have.”

“I love secrets.” Tony chuckled.

“Well you won’t like this one.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Its actually quite embarrassing.”

“Just tell me. I won’t judge you” Tony guaranteed.

Before you could start your sentence, the elevator chimed, signaling you that you have reached the first floor.

You couldn’t make a move, before Tony crossed to your side of the elevator. It felt like time slowed when his scent and proximity enveloped you. An inviting smokey aroma, and a hint of black coffee, invaded your senses, sending your mind into a frenzy for a short moment. Then it all stopped almost as soon as it started. He was back to his side of the box. You wondered what that was all about, until you felt the lift move again. When you looked at the panel, about 15 buttons were lit up.

“Are you out of your fucking mind Stark?” You shrieked.

“You have that effect on me.” He casually replied.

“What is your problem?” You cried.

“You.” He answered.

“This isn’t a joke, why would you do that?”

“So you could tell me your secret.” He looked at you as if you were being absurd.

“I would have told you just fine outside of the elevator.”

“So we could be alone together.” He said stepping closer once more.

“I’m your personal assistant. We’re always alone together.”

“So I could do this.” Swifter than his earlier movements, Tony was on you in an instant. He cupped your cheeks so he could meet your lips with his. The kiss felt like you had done it before. It felt like his lips were made for kissing yours. He didn’t even have to gauge what he thought you liked, he just knew. He knew your lips would bend to his will. He knew your tongue would be submissive to his. He even knew, your small hands would find their home around his neck.

Turning his head ever so slightly to deepen the connection, his tongue darted inside your mouth, tangling with yours. Your hands each went into their own directions; one traveled the side of his face, while the other journeyed across the expanse of his shoulder.

His hands took a trip of their own. While one remained fastened to your jaw, the other took a tour along the length of your body, taking note of every reaction, excited to learn your person. You moaned when he reached the middle of your back—the action sending tingles up your spine, as he pulled you closer to him. Relishing in the mewl, Tony caressed the area, willing more sounds like the previous one.

Before he could explore you more, you unwillingly broke the connection. Both of you gasping for air, Tony wanted to be the first to speak. His pupils were now blown and his lips a darker shade of pink. He steadied himself, by placing a hand on the wall beside your head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay” you assured, trying to catch your breath.

“No. I should of asked.” Bringing the hand that was on your cheek slightly down to your lips, he brushed the area with his thumb, spreading the wetness into the skin. He leaned in for a calmer kiss, capturing your bottom lip between his , sucking softly before letting it go. “What was your secret?” He rasped.

You were so lost in his eyes, you were barely able to comprehend his words, let alone that he asked a question. “What?” You exhaled, shaking your head slightly in wonderment. You were still surprised a mere kiss could get you so shaken.

Tony pulled away from you, grasping the railing behind your back, caging you into one place. “I asked, what was your secret.” He smirked, happy to finally be the one making you disoriented.

“Oh! My secret!” You yapped, at the sudden recollection. So caught up in him, you forgot why you shouldn’t be. Collecting yourself, as well as your thoughts, you braced yourself for his reaction. Breathing in a deep breath of air you blurted “I don’t sleep with people I like” shutting your eyes as soon as you uttered the words.

Tony stood upright after a moment, dropping his hands, confused more than upset, though you expected him to be the latter. “What do you mean?” He asked.

You furrowed your brows and gazed up to gauge his expression, before continuing. “I mean if I really like a person, I won’t sleep with them.”

“Wouldn’t you rather sleep with a person you like, than one you don’t?” He questioned.

“Well, yeah.” You stood up straight, and hung your head down. He almost made you feel silly. “But, um. Well…I haven’t had the best luck with my previous relationships. The eagerness to have sex seemed to be the common denominator. So I promised myself I’d wait until I knew I really liked the person and they liked me. The only problem with that, is that it seems no man wants to date a woman who’s practicing abstinence.”

“And you haven’t given me a chance, because you assume I’d be one of those men.” Tony presumed.

You let out a playful scoff. “Assume? I know for a fact you’d be.”

“What gives you that idea?”

“I know how you are with women.”

“How am I with women, Y/N?” He dared, awaiting an answer that he could explain away.

“Oh. Are we doing this?” You dared back, raising a brow and a smirk. He nodded matching your sneer. “Just this morning, you asked me why I was a bit groggy. I told you, it was because I lost a few hours of sleep. And do you know what you told me? If I ever want to lose a few more, I should consider losing them with you.”

His eyes formed into thin slits and he pressed his lips in a firm line, cringing at his own words. “Y/N” he started, as he repeated a tsk noise with his mouth. “Sweetheart, I was merely suggesting that I could keep you busy, by putting those lost hours to good use.”

“And how would you put them to use, Mr. Stark?” You purred, crooking your head to look at him through hooded eyes, and small smug grin.

“Um…” He pondered, trying to avoid answering “with sex” like he normally would.

“That’s what I thought.” You whispered. You were a little disappointed to know, that he only wanted you in the way every man wanted you. By this point, the elevator reached the first floor again, but this time you were prepared. Taking advantage of his distracted state, you slipped through the doors. But Tony wasn’t through with you yet.

You felt his fingers wrap around your wrist. When you snapped your neck around to his direction, he spoke. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not, but I’ve been pining after you for months now.” He explained, relieving his grasp on you once he was comfortable that you wouldn’t leave. “Most women throw themselves at me. And it isn’t very hard to seduce the ones who don’t. This means, that besides you, I could have practically any one I want.”

You violently rolled your eyes and blew air threw your nostrils, “And your point is, Stark?” Your hands were now glued to your hips in annoyance.

“My point is, that I don’t want any other woman. I want you. And yes, I wanna sleep with you, but I also wanna sleep with you.” He exaggerated his words, putting emphasis on ‘sleep’ the second time around.

You contorted your face into disgust. “Okay I get it, you really wanna sleep with me.”

“No! Fuck.” He palmed his face in frustration, dragging the hand down slowly to gather his thoughts. “I’m explaining this all wrong. I’m trying to say, I wanna hold you through the night. I wanna wake up and you’re there. I wanna make you smile, and I wanna make you laugh. I would spoil you rotten if you gave me the chance. If I didn’t make myself clear before, I will now: I want you, Y/N. And I know you must think of me as some arrogant son of a bitch, who only wants what’s between those legs” He let his eyes flicker down to your legs, lingering there for a moment before gazing back up to you. “But give me the opportunity to show you that I want so much more.”

He left you breathless moments before in the elevator, and speechless now. “Mr. Stark, I—”

“Tony. Please say my name.” He pleaded, his almond eyes piercing into your soul. It was rare for you to look so vulnerable. You have perfected masking your emotions. So he drank your vulnerability in while he could.

“Tony.” You said tenderly, tasting the word on your tongue for what felt like the first time. He also took pleasure in hearing you say it. You remained formal to his face your entire relationship, so it felt like you were both reintroducing yourselves all over again. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything. Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night. I can—wait no, I will get you the best damn pasta, you’ve ever tasted.” He smiled, when you chuckled. “We will spend the night, getting to know each other a bit more. Then, I’ll walk you home, instead of driving, so that we can take in the city. When we get to your place, I’ll give you a kiss goodnight like the perfect gentleman I am. And then I’ll turn around and go home, to think about you until the next time we see each other.” He promised.

You were in awe at the thought, but were still unsure. “I don’t know.” You answered, averting your gaze from his. You knew that he was a player, and you were afraid he’d hurt you. What if this is all some elaborate plan to get inside my panties? You thought.

Tony grabbed your hands, bringing both of them up between the two of you, willing you to look at him. “Please give me a chance.” He begged, silently pleading with his eyes.

And you, seriously thought about what the harm could be. If he ignored your wishes, then he wasn’t the one. Simple as that. So you said yes to his dinner proposal.

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He almost lost all of his composure, when you stepped out of your apartment in the little black crushed velvet dress that hugged your curves in just the right way. You paired it with black wedge heels, that made your delicious brown legs look like they went on for miles. Your hair was done up strategically so, to accentuate your appetizing neckline, and the dark red matte lipstick you wore made your lips look sultry. It was very obvious that you were purposefully trying to test him. But to your happy dismay, he was everything he said he would be.

You had your first date on his private yacht, that overlooked the city. While you could still see New York, you were out far enough to where you could also view the stars. You lived in the city your entire life, and had only ever seen them once or twice. Already, on your first night together it felt like he was spoiling you.

He ordered the most expensive wine for the table, consuming an entire cupful in one gulp, when he watched you wrap your lips around your glass just to stain it with red lipstick. He wished it was his skin instead. He meant it when he told you, sex wasn’t everything, but damn it, that didn’t mean he didn’t want you screaming his name. Still he promised to be the perfect gentlemen, and that’s exactly what he was.

After ordering you the best damn pasta you ever tasted, you competed with each other, almost as if you were trying to see who could find out the most about the other. He saw an entirely new side of you. You were usually so secretive about your private life before, so he took advantage of the newfound courage the wine gave you. You were also happy to see his more carefree side. He was always carefree, but his usual happy-go-lucky spirit was paired with a suffocating arrogance that never failed to annoy you. This one was genuine, and it was because he no longer had to worry about whether or not you wanted him.

After dinner, he instructed his driver to take you both over halfway back to your place, before you walked the rest. It was about a fifteen minute trek to your apartment, and he took advantage of every second. Every one of them was fleeting, as he fell more and more in love with you. He learned of your interests. Of your desires. Of your fears that came from dating. When you were finished talking, he urged you to continue, dying to know more about the woman who captured his heart. You wanted to know more about him too, but Tony suggested another date in order to satisfy your interests in him. You smiled, at hearing him propose another outing before your first one was even over.

When you reached your door, he wasted no time in placing his hands along your hips to pull you in for a kiss. This one was less feverish than the one you shared in the lift, but it still conveyed how much he longed for you. He took his time, as he moved his mouth against yours, tongue swiping against your bottom lip, begging for your permission to enter. You granted it, and like before he explored you with his tongue. He didn’t back away very far, in fact he didn’t back away at all. Instead, he let his lips slightly brush across the area that connected your cheek to your ear, whispering a “Goodnight, Y/N” Before dropping his hands, and turning to leave.

He left you hot and bothered, as you stood outside your door watching him walk away. This is gonna be so fucking hard, you thought.

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Your relationship began almost immediately after that night. He wanted to make you wait until the following Monday before speaking with you again, but you refused to wait that long. Tony being older preferred talking on the phone, instead of texting, despite being a tech genius. When you contacted him through iMessage to ensure he got home safely, he called you immediately to tease you for worrying about him. After you brushed him off, you spent the entire night talking to each other, falling asleep to the sound of the others voice.

He sent flowers to your doorstep, the following Monday after your date. It just sort of became a tradition after that. Sometimes they’d get delivered to your apartment, other days to the office (he loved to see your smile, when you’d find them on your desk). Each time they’d be a different kind with a note attached to them that expressed their meaning. Under the meaning would be a message from Tony himself. Sometimes the messages were cheesy, and other times very heartfelt.

The first bouquet was filled with pink peonies, that according to Tony represented romance and good fortune. They were his attempt at welcoming the success of your new relationship. He even said so in his inscription to you. ‘To the beginning of something beautiful’, he wished.

After your second date, he sent you yellow pansies, that meant he was thinking of you. In that inscription he begged you to ‘Please slow down, when you race through my mind’. The fifth date, was followed by honeysuckles. They declared his devoted affections to you. Their inscriptions insured that you were the only girl on his brain.

By the time your seventh date came, asters were his flowers of choice. Patience, was all the card said. He sent those after the first night you spent together at his place. You couldn’t keep your hands off of him.

After the date ended, and he took you home, you barely even gave him the chance to unlock and open the door before you were dragging him towards the nearest couch. You shoved him down on it when you reached it, throwing your thighs on either side of his, before devouring his lips. Rocking your hips against his, you consumed his growls of pleasure. He planted his fingertips in you thighs, slowly inching them upwards towards the hem of your dress. You left sweet pecks along his jaw, before decorating his neck with colorful bruises.

“Y/N, stop.” Tony ordered through gritted teeth. He felt his dick hardening beneath your movements, but you didn’t listen. Instead, you sucked, nipped, and licked at his skin, dragging your teeth over his throat. When you reached a particularly sensitive spot, he bucked his groin into yours, releasing a nasty groan that sounded like pure sex. Like a flash of lightening, his hands were on your hips, removing them from his as he placed you on the seat next to him. Your legs still dangled over his lap, and you looked at him with a wounded expression that was mixed with confusion.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want me?” You asked, adjusting your dress, now feeling very insecure.

Tony was busy adjusting himself too (his pants felt tighter than usual), before he snapped his neck to question you. “What? Of course I want you. Doesn’t it feel like I want you?” He questioned, gesturing towards his prominent bulge. Your look of bewilderment turned into a smug smile as you took note of how big it seemed. “I just want to respect your wishes.” He added, smiling at your expression.

“But, I know how you feel about me now.” You assured him, leaning in for his neck again. He gripped your wrist when your hand traveled towards his zipper. He placed it near your side, before speaking.

“I wanna make sure our first time is perfect. Don’t you think you deserve that?” He asked. You had changed him. The Tony from a year ago would have ravaged you the second you asked him. But this one wanted to make sure there wasn’t a doubt in your mind before you slept together.

“Tony, I don’t care about perfect, I want you now.” You stated, leaning in once again to tongue your name into his skin. He cupped your face firmly with the hand that was on your jaw, beckoning you to stop and look at him.

“Be patient, princess.” He whispered, placing a peck on your lips.

You began to pout, as you threw your legs off of his to sit properly on the couch. You let the cushions swallow you, as you wore your disappointment in your face. Tony chuckled darkly at the sight before him, enjoying how cute you were being. He tucked his leg under the other to turn his attention fully around to you, letting his palm catch his chin as his elbow lay propped against the back of the couch.

“Y/N,” He cooed, when you remained focused on the nothingness in the distance. “Y/N,” he purred again, yet still he was met with silence as you trained your eyes on the air around you. When he reached to palm the inside of your thigh, he felt you tense up. He traced love notes against the exposed skin, dropping his free hand down to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He lightly connected his lips to the shell of said ear, before he spoke.

“Just know, that when I finally do get my hands on you,” He paused to grip the inside of your thigh, parting your legs slightly before continuing, “I’m not gonna stop until your legs are shaking.” He promised. And with that, he pulled away excusing himself from the room, while you released a shaky breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

There were plenty of nights like that one. Your favorite ways to relieve some of the sexual tension were, heavy make-out sessions, risky cuddling, and phone sex. You heard each other’s pants and moans before you would even see the other naked.

Taking your mind off of sex seemed to be the best solution, however. You were still eager to do it, but Tony took your original idea of abstinence and ran with it. He would never admit to you that you hurt him when you assumed he just wanted to get in your pants. He really liked you, and he was gonna make sure you knew it. That being said, you both did any and everything to keep your minds off of what the other looked like without clothes on.

You both loved to spoil each other. He was the mastermind behind your more extravagant dates, but you orchestrated your more low-key outings. He would always argue that they were better than any he could have ever thought of, but you would debate the opposite.

Picnics in open fields, ice skating in central park, even camping in the woods were places Tony made happy memories with you.

Six months passed since you two got together, and your apartment looked like a floral shop due to the amount of flowers he delivered to you. You desperately fought to preserve them. Though most would die, you saved the ones that wouldn’t, framing them with the notes he sent to you.

You found red tulips one afternoon after work. You found it very odd, since he always sent you flowers after a date, instead of before one. He always sent them after, to relay his thoughts about how you made him feel. There was no flower meaning under the tulips, just a note from him saying, ‘For a very special woman, and a very special evening’.

He always said things similar to the message above, so while you smiled and held the note and flowers close, you thought nothing of it as you prepared for your six month anniversary.

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“This is where we had our first date!” You beamed, sitting down in the chair as Tony pulled it out for you. He had you blindfolded on the ride there, but as soon as you smelled the sea, heard the seagulls, and felt your heels click against the boardwalk, you put two and two together on where you were.

“Sure is.” He smiled, as he took the seat in front of you. The warm candle light, instantly lit up his face. He was always clean-cut and prided himself in his attire, but you couldn’t help but notice he was more dressed up for this occasion.

“It’s still just as beautiful as ever.” You cried, head moving from side to side every so often because you couldn’t decide on which was prettier; the heavens or NY’s silhouette.

“And this is the part where I say, ‘it could never be as beautiful as you, dear.’” Tony cooed, only half-serious.

“Even your cheesy lines couldn’t ruin tonight.” You joked.

“Oh baby, I wouldn’t think about ruining tonight. It is our six month anniversary after all.”

“It is? Has it really been that long?” You asked, feigning ignorance.

“Ouch. Y/N, that stings.” He winced, mocking hurt.

“I’m sorry Tony, I guess I lose track of time when I’m with you.” You purred.

“And you call me cheesy.” He mumbled, cheeks sporting a tint of pink. You couldn’t tell if it was from the cool night’s air, or your comments.

You chose to ignore it. “Wait, so is that why you sent me those tulips? They were beautiful.”

“Yes it is.” He replied.

“You didn’t include their meaning. Could it be you’re running out of ideas? That would explain why you took me back to the yacht.” You teased.

He scoffed at you. “I could never run out of ideas. I’ll take you around the world, as soon as I know you’re willing to let me.”

His words left you confused. “Wha—”

You interrupted yourself when you heard the sound of soft music. You looked over to see that a lady dressed in white had taken her place in front of a harp. She was playing a gentle melody, when a man with a violin sat down beside her. They played their music so beautifully, it would have made angels weep.

“This is amazing…but where the hell did they come from?” You questioned, making Tony chuckle.

“Oh I keep ‘em under the ship. I only feed ‘em on occasion so they know to come back to me.”

“Okay smart-ass.” You laughed, leaning over to grasp his hand. You thought he seemed tense on the ride here and now. He wasn’t his usual chatty self, and only threw jokes here and there. You stroked the back of his hand with your thumb, and took your other hand to rub circles in his palm, something you learned that eased his nerves. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing. I just want tonight to be perfect.”

“Why?”

“Well because…” He paused for a moment, breaking his eyes from yours. “Shit, well maybe this will help me say what I want to say.” He gestured towards someone with a “come here” hand motion, and not a minute later a huge bouquet of roses got placed in front of you.

Your eyes were wide in wonder as you tried to comprehend the meaning of it. “Tony, this has to be over 100 flowers!”

“108 to be exact.”

“108?! I don’t think my apartment can withstand any more of these!”

“If tonight goes well, that will no longer be a problem.”

You didn’t hear what he said, as you were busy searching the roses in awe. Tony had sent you every flower in the book, but never roses. They were the symbol most known for someone who was in love, or falling in it, yet he never gave them to you. You searched the bouquet for a note but found nothing. “The tulips had no message either. I have to say, as much as I tease you for writing them, I always look forward to what you have to say.” You confessed to him, thinking you had shamed him into hiding his words.

“What I want to say, should be said in person, rather than on a notecard. The tulips stand for love.” He cleared his throat before speaking again. “I have fallen, so deeply in love with you, I can’t even find myself. But if I’m being honest Y/N, I don’t really want to.”

“Tony.” You gasped, heart beating a mile a minute.

“Please let me finish. I’m so nervous, I could choke.” He was sweating bullets, despite the cold night’s air. You grasped both his hands with yours, gazing into his eyes as he spoke, urging him to continue which only seemed to make him more timid. In an attempt to pull away, he spilled his water on your dress. The cold liquid made you jump up, causing the table in front of you to flip over. Bread, glasses, and candles littered the floor, and your servers were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Tony threw cloth at the ground, as he tried to extinguish the candle fire before it got out of control. “I’m so sorry baby! Oh fuck, I ruined everything.”

“No, no, no, no, no! I’m the one who started the fire. But Tony, look: the flames are out, the view is still perfect, and the roses are still in tact.” You said, picking up the flowers as you tried to make light of the situation. You caused him to laugh, which eased his nerves a bit.

“The roses.” He sighed. “These little sons of bitches were supposed to make this situation easier.”

“What is so hard about saying I love you. I’ve wanted to say it to you for a while now, I just never had the guts.” You told him blushing a bit. Changing the subject, you said, “You certainly didn’t need 108 roses to tell me. Why that specific number anyway?”

He now felt confident in hearing you say you loved him too. “I’m surprised you waited this long to ask me. It means,” He paused, to get down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

He could read the surprise in your features, as he took the roses from your hand. He pulled the middle rose out of the bouquet to reveal a ring tucked discreetly around its stem, thorns, and leaves. A beautiful Champagne colored diamond, sat between his fingers as he searched your eyes for answers.

“Yes!” You breathed out, dropping to your knees to throw your arms around his neck. You were teary eyed, as you kissed his cheeks.

This night, on your six month anniversary, you expected Tony to finally make a move in bed. Instead, he left you happier than you could have ever imagined as his fiancé.

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4 months later.

You were originally gonna get married two months after his proposal, but the girls felt that wasn’t enough time to plan your fairytale dream. While Okoye and Natasha gave Tony a run for his money planning the wedding and honeymoon, Wanda and Nakia helped calm your pre-wedding jitters.

Nat and Tony were constantly at each other’s throats about how things should go. Where she wanted simple and elegant, he wanted flamboyant and extravagant. She was constantly trying to cater to your style and aesthetic, while Tony wanted things to be over-the-top perfect for you in order to make your night one to remember forever. Okoye mostly stayed out of the planning. She only went along with the two to threaten Tony every minute about treating you right. “Be good to her. Or I’ll kill you.” She whispered to him as you guys went cake-tasting. “If you hurt her, I’ll slit your throat.” She smiled to him, while venue-picking. It was safe to say, he hated your friends, but one thing they all had in common was their love for you.

You couldn’t stand being around those three when they were in a room together. They wouldn’t let you lay a finger on the planning anyway, so Tony asked Nakia to keep you happy. As his wedding gift to you, he treated you all to a pampering fit for queens. Nakia was in charge of the bridal shower, spas, hair salons, photoshoots, etc., all courtesy to Tony. These were all the ways you occupied yourself before the wedding.

The night of your bachelorette party was one of your fondest memories. You and your friends got black-out drunk as you laughed, teased, and cried with each other.

“Here’s to Y/N, on marrying the moesinsufabullbasterd on planet earth” Natasha slurred, raising (and spilling) a martini. You assumed she was trying to say the “most insufferable bastard”, but it came out in jumbles instead.

Hiccup. “Heeesna thaa bahd.” You slurred back, playfully shoving the girl. Your words were just as incoherent as hers.

Your response caused Okoye to erupt in laughter, before her head promptly slammed onto the table for the rest of the night. She was now alongside Val and Carol who had both passed out within the first hour. Whenever those two got together they always drank like monsters.

Wanda who was rocking back and forth, looked at you suddenly and began to weep. For the eighth time tonight. “My baby’s getting married.” You were trying to hold it together, but her tears caused you and Nat to explode. You were three sniveling women, holding each other close as you guys bawled in your booth.

Nakia, the only one who could hold her alcohol, was done with everyone’s shit so she shushed you all. “Enough. I have gifts to exchange.” While Natasha and Wanda continued weeping, Nakia grabbed your shoulders, and beckoned you to pay attention. “Y/N, I know you’re hanging on by a thread here, but you need to listen very closely. I am going to teach you to please a man.”

Hiccup. “Nakiaaaaaa, I’m not a virgin silly.” You affirmed, slapping her bare arm.

“I know. But you haven’t been with another person in over a year.”

It was true. You and Tony have been a couple for exactly one year. Its been over 365 days since the two of you had even been laid. You still hadn’t even touched each other. You see, it was Tony’s bright idea to suggest waiting until you were married. He had played the waiting game long enough, so he thought why not? “This will make the event even more special.” He said to you, and to himself.

Little did he know, he would regret it. He didn’t anticipate the wait to be this long. You no longer cared about it as much as you thought you would. You were too busy worrying about the big day. But it was all that Tony could think about. He was on the verge of being feral the closer your special night approached.

“We have to get you prepared.” Nakia continued. “That is why I brung these.” It was then that she handed you her gift bag. You looked inside to find, a dildo, vibrator, blindfold, handcuffs, etc. There were things ranging from special pills to make you wetter, to anal beads. Everything was a toy, or something related to sex. The bag was filled to the brim. You didn’t know why you were so surprised: Nakia was always the more kinky friend.

“No, Nakia!” You yapped, a little embarrassed. You were horrified. “I’ll know how to make him happy.” You slid the bag across the table, but Nakia slid it back.

“Well these will help you if you want to spice things up.”

You slid it back again. “No thank you.”

“I insist.” She said, sliding it back once again. You guys played that game for a while, but you were so drunk you could play it all night.

“Fine, you stubborn child!” She joked, finally conceding. “But don’t come crying to me when you find yourself clamming up in your suite’s bathroom.” Though she was joking, you couldn’t help but find yourself growing anxious.

What if you weren’t enough for him? What if after all this time, you didn’t live up to his standards? He had been waiting so long for this, what if he expected your first time to be beyond amazing? What if you couldn’t give him that?

You thought about Tony, who was having a bachelor party of his own with Sam, Bruce, Clint, Thor, Bucky and Steve, and you wondered if they were having a conversation about the honeymoon too. You thought about how his friends were probably teasing him about how wild you were gonna be, since you’ve been sex-deprived for so long. Was he gonna still love you if you weren’t?

You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head, and tried to enjoy the rest of the evening. You looked up and waved to the bartender, shouting “Can we have another round?”

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The ceremony was wonderful, the reception even more so. You had the time of your life, with the people you loved, while they watched you marry the man you loved. Natasha and Tony found a middle-ground to make the day both extravagant and elegant. It was a dream.

But as soon it was all over, your mind drifted towards the honeymoon. The two of you were finally welcoming the world for the first time as a married couple.

“Y/N Stark. Mrs. Tony Stark. Mrs. Anthony Edward Stark. Mrs. Y/N Stark.” You practiced to yourself. You repeated his name, which was now yours, over and over in various ways, as you guys sat on his private jet. You would think you were on the brink of driving Tony insane, but he’d be a liar if he said he didnt find it cute. “Why yes, I am Y/N, but you can call me Mrs. Stark. AHH, Tony I’m so excited!” You cheered, slapping his arm repeatedly out of elation. Your outburst, startled him from his newspaper. He had managed to tune out your rambles for most of the flight, but little moments like these were hard to ignore.

“Christ, sweetheart. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were happier with my name, than you are with me.” He laughed, rubbing his arm.

“It’s not that. I’m just excited!” You beamed. “We’re married! I have your last name.” Suddenly, you leaned into him, willing him to meet you halfway so you could whisper into his ear. When Tony lowered his head to humor you, you said. “Hey…Between you and me: I could kiss the next person who calls me Mrs. Stark.” You confessed, slumping back down into your plane seat to daydream some more.

Tony looked at nothing for a second before repeating your gestures from earlier that willed you to lean closer. When you leaned back in, he whispered, “I wouldn’t get that excited, dear. Those lips belong to me now.” He teased, slumping back down before saying, “Mrs. Stark.” He winked as he said the words.

“Eek!” You shrilled, as soon as the words left his lips. You threw yourself over the arm of your seat to place wet smooches all over the side of his face. Tony sat still, closing his eyes as he basked in them all. He looked at you confused when you suddenly ceased your actions.

“Hey, who told you to stop.” He asked, but your attention was on something else. Snapping his fingers in your face he gave up when he lost to whatever held your gaze.

With eyes full of wonder you said, “Wow! This is gorgeous!” You were gaping the moment the clouds revealed the beautiful island of Kauai. Like the wedding, your honeymoon was a complete surprise, which meant you had no idea where he was taking you. “Look at that view!” You gasped, as you admired the clear blue waters, trees, and mountains.

This was gonna be one trip to remember.

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“Damn!” You sounded, as soon as he opened the doors to your vacation home. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Stark. This is beautiful.” You felt like you said those words in your one year relationship with Tony, more than you have in your entire life.

“Honestly baby, when are you gonna stop being so surprised.” Tony questioned as he tipped the driver, who also helped lug your bags up. He shut the doors and spun around on his feet to find you admiring the view in amazement. Taking slow strides across the room to meet you, he wrapped his hands around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your dress slid up slightly as he pressed his front against your back. Traveling hands turned into curious ones as they smoothed themselves over the expanse of your thighs through your dress’ thin material.

You felt his hardening member poking your lower back. “Woah! Someone’s excited to meet me.” You chuckled, neck heating up.

“Try dying.” He responded, squeezing your upper waist before traveling down your stomach.

“Do you really wanna do this here?” You asked gasping, when you felt his feather light kisses on your neck develop into nips and licks.

He gripped your waist a little tighter before rasping, “I wanna do it in every room of this house, but yea we can start here.”

“Tony, quit it. We have so much to do!” You whined, dropping his hands, to skitter away, leaving him in that exact position. Heat burning in your loins, you ignored it to grab your bags from the door. You dragged your luggage to the master bedroom, as you ignored his stalk towards you. Tony, who was hot on your trail, threw himself down on the bed in front of you, laying in a silly, yet seductive, pose.

You playfully scoffed at his antics. Crossing the room back and forth, to place clothes in your wardrobe, you asked him,“So what’s on the agenda first? The aquarium, bike-riding, snorkeling? Ooo! Should we go hiking?”

He pondered for a moment, placing a finger to his chin to simulate deep-thinking. “Well actually, I was thinking maybe we could break the bed in first.” He suggested, a devilish grin plastered on his features.

You chucked a pair of rolled up summer pants at him, which landed on his face, dropping to expose his stoic expression. “No! You promised we would do some fun activities when we got here!”

“That is a fun activity. Why go bike riding out in the summer’s heat, when you could ride me right here while in the comfort of your own home?”

“Ugh! You promised!” You giggled, stomping a foot for dramatic purposes. “Besides, you’re the one who said, we should wait until our wedding night. It’s not even 10:00 am.”

“If you actually listened to me, I said, and I quote, ‘Let’s wait until we’re married.’” Tony clarified, sitting up to pull you between his legs, “And now we’re married.”

You gazed down at him with a stern look that read ‘I’m going to win this’. He gazed back, matching your features, as if to say the same. The both of you were trying to see who would break first. “I don’t have time for this.” You declared after a moment. Tony just sighed as a reply, dropping his head on the mattress.

You elected to ignore him, and went back to unpacking, but yelped when you came across something surprising. Tony, who was busy playing with a pair of your panties, didn’t notice what surprised you, but couldn’t help but notice your squeal.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, trying to peek at whatever you were hiding under the shirt in your suitcase.

“Nothing.” You lied, in a sweet tone. He saw right through it though, and began to pry your fingers away. Revealing his findings, he was happy to see the plethora of toys in your suitcase. Nakia couldn’t fit all that she bought you, but what she did manage to slip in while you weren’t paying attention, was more than enough for Tony to work with.

“Woah, woah, woah! Look at what we have here.” Tony gleamed, marveling at a pair of furry black handcuffs. His face was as bright as the day he met you. You were blushing furiously, when he came across a small pink vibrator. “Y/N, you are such naughty girl.” He teased.

You immediately tried explaining yourself. “I didn’t put that stuff in there. Nakia must of snuck it in while I—”

“Thank you Nakia. I always knew I liked her more than all of your other friends.” Tony joked interrupting you. Then, his eyes lit up when they set upon a pair of interesting looking underwear. His shit-eating grin, turned into a wicked one as he thought about a clever idea.

“Here’s the deal.” He started

“No, to whatever it is, Stark.” You interrupted before he could propose a stream of bullshit.

“Come on. At least hear me out.”

“What is it?” You sighed, supposing you could humor him.

“If you wear these, I’ll go anywhere you want.” He pulled a pair of lacy black panties from the suitcase. They looked harmless enough, until you saw something bulky protruding from their seat.

“Are those, what I think they are?” You asked. Your friend was seriously a fiend.

“Yup.” Tony said, popping his lips as he said the word. A small smile, took over his lips, as he eyed you. He taunted you with those smug brown eyes.

You eyed him back, mouth agape, as you thought carefully. You knew he didn’t peg you for taking many risks, but you wanted to wipe that smug expression right off his face. “Anywhere I want?”

“Anywhere you want.” He mimicked in a promising tone.

“Fine.”

“Fine.” He mimicked again, in disbelief that you actually agreed, but he let his face convey that same smug expression. “Well princess, what are you waiting for?” He asked, dangling the pair of lace on his pointer finger for you to take.

You decided that if he was gonna play games, you’d at least try to play them better. “Put them on for me.”

It was then that Tony’s grin dropped. His eyes that already danced with lust, turned a darker shade of brown. “What?” He asked, voice a tinge huskier than before.

“Put. Them. On. For me.” You reiterated, speaking slower. Your smile was the smug one this time. You steadied yourself between his legs again, placing your hands firmly against his shoulders.

Tony placed his tongue between his cheek before his eyes formed into thin slits. Then his face went blank, save his eyes that still burned with passion.

Without taking the brown orbs away from yours, he took his time dragging his hands up your legs and to your thighs. He admired the supple skin beneath his touch, as they came dangerously close to your heat.

You were beginning to regret your teasing, when he dug his fingers in the elastic of your waistband, and tugged the flimsy material down. You stepped out of them, suddenly feeling bare as he tossed your underwear to the side. This, was the closest you had ever come to being naked in front of him. He then slipped the vibrating panties around your feet, brung them up your thighs, and stretched the material until it released with a snap that stung and burned your skin. The action made you whimper, and that brung a smile back to Tony’s otherwise unreadable face.

He then placed the black remote that controlled the panties into his front pocket. “You’re gonna regret teasing me like that.” He warned playfully. But you believed him.

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This is a fucking game to him, You thought as you sat down for drinks. Tony was playing with that damned remote everywhere you went. He pressed it when you guys went to the aquarium. He pressed it when you went sight-seeing. He pressed it while you were on your famous attraction tour. And now, he was currently pressing it while you suffered silently.

Everything, was cut short to less than forty minutes. Everything. But you figured that was his point. The faster you guys got this over with, the faster he could get you back home. Of course he didn’t want to ruin your honeymoon, but at the same time he knew you guys would be here for a week, which gave you plenty of time to complete everything on the itinerary. And if you didn’t have enough time, he could schedule to stay longer.

Besides, it was amusing to him, watching you squirm in your seat. Watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. He loved the sight of your hardening nipples, through the thin fabric of your dress. And though he was frustrated from your earlier teasing, and was doing this to get back at you, it quickly stopped being about that when he heard your pants and whimpers. Now he was doing it, solely to get you off. However, he hadn’t let you cum yet. He just wanted to bring you to edge, and see how far he could take you before you begged him to fuck you.

“Can we have two Mai Tai’s” You asked the waiter. Your voice went through at least two notes as you said it. Before you got there, you begged him to make the order, but he wouldn’t show you any mercy.

A worried look etched its way onto the younger man’s face. “Yes ma’am, but are you okay? Should I call a medic?”

“No!” You said a little louder than usual, hoping he couldn’t hear the low buzz of the vibrator. “Its just a slight tummy ache is all.” You lied, moaning a bit at the end. Your fists were clenched tightly above the table, as you tried to ignore what was going on beneath it.

“Okay.” The waiter replied, worry still on his features. He shuffled away to prepare your drinks, leaving you alone with Tony.

“Isn't this view just lovely?” Tony asked, watching the waves of the beach crash against sharp rocks and wet sand. You couldn’t help but feel like that ocean, as your dam threatened to snap for the fifth time that day.

When you didn’t reply, he increased the remote’s level, making you buck forward in your seat, just to lower the intensity back down again. “You okay, sweetheart?” Tony asked you sweetly. The look on his face read sincerity, and if you didn’t know any better you would of thought he was being genuine.

“Bite me, Stark.” You spat.

“If that’s what you want.” He whispered, hands slightly shaking from how turned on he was. “Whenever you want to go home, just say the word.”

You sat up straight, glowering at him. “Oh baby I’m fine. We can still go hiking if that’s what you were worried about.”

He exhaled a dark chortle, before bringing himself closer to you. “Y/N, we can always go hiking tomorrow.” He placed his warm hand at the top of the line on your back, trailing it down your spine. “Now why don’t you let me take you back home, so I can make us both feel better.” He was currently flicking the buttons of the controller, back and forth, so that you were on edge one second, then falling back down the next.

“Fuck you.” You bit through gritted teeth. Your face was contorted in pure ecstasy, and your thighs went back and forth between being glued together and wide open. You were usually such a good girl for him, but this teasing was bringing out a brat. Tony wasn’t having any of it.

“Okay.” Was all he said, before increasing the remote to its highest level, leaving it there to finish you off.

An embarrassingly loud wail escaped your throat, just as your waiter was heading back with your drinks. He just stared at you in shock, cheeks a brilliant shade of red, while your mouth just hung open. Tony, the cause of it all, nonchalantly played with the straps of your dress and pieces of stray hair, unfazed your embarrassment, nor the waiter’s.

You held your head down, took your drink to begin sipping, before you turned to him, shame and regret swallowing you. “I’m ready to go home now.”

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As soon as you two made it back to the house, you sprinted through the house, and flung yourself into the bedroom slamming its door shut. Tony took his time trudging in your direction, figuring you were still pissed at him.

He knocked his head against the door, and said “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” In a deep sing-songy voice, before jiggling the now locked door.

You, who were indeed irked for what he pulled at the bar, yelled “Cut it out Tony. You said we could go hiking.”

“And we can…after you let me fuck you silly.”

“You know if we start that you won’t wanna stop.” You reminded him as you gathered your attire for the trek.

“You have a point” He muttered. It stayed silent for a moment after that.

Feeling as though he gave up, you began to undress before slipping into your hiking gear. As you unzipped your dress, you felt the panties begin to vibrate again.

Your mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, as you took a seat atop of your bed to spread your legs. The area between your thighs was still tingly from earlier, so the feeling instantly sent you into overdrive. You were a whimpering mess in no time “Fuck, Tony please stop!” You begged.

“I wanna hear you cum.” He rasped through the door.

“I’m gonna take them off.” You warned, lying through your teeth. The pleasure felt too damn good.

“Let me take em off for you, princess.” His words, along with the vibrations against your clit brung you to tears. Now away from unwanted listening ears, you let your moans rip through you as you writhed against the bed.

“Fuck, baby this feels so good!” You whimpered, when he increased the intensity of the vibrations. Over your mewls, you heard the clinking of a belt unbuckling, shortly followed by the unmistakable sounds of his low, yet rough grunts.

“I bet I can make you feel better.” He growled. His voice was filled with frustration, desperation, and a man-eating lust that left you drenched in your own slick.

“Oh Tony, s-shit!” You cried, voice quivering with pleasure. You felt your stomach, tighten, and your coil threaten to snap. Your walls fluttered painfully around nothing, as your head fell back. It wasn’t long after that, before your juices drenched the comforter beneath you. It was silent on the other side of the door, and you assumed he came too. Only, you couldn’t hear him trying to catch his breath like you were. It’s like he never broke a sweat.

You got up slowly, knees a little weak from your second orgasm, to clean yourself up and continue changing. You made sure to rid yourself of those wretched panties while you were at it.

When you finally opened the door, you were met with an unfazed Tony leaning against its frame. He looked as if nothing happened, despite bringing you to shambles a mere three minutes prior. He directed his attention towards you when you emerged from the room. “Its about time you finished getting ready, I still haven’t changed, yet.” He informed you, winking as he slipped past you.

Fucking bastard.

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“You okay?” Tony asked, when he saw your legs give way a bit. Your previous activities still left you a bit sensitive, and as a result: unbalanced.

“I’m fine.” You assured him as you guys hiked towards the mountain range. The trail was actually within walking distance of your vacation home, so you didn’t need the car to journey through it.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Tony questioned. His demeanor now was different from his previous one. He was so sweet when he wanted to be.

“Yes babe. Why do you ask?”

“You seem a bit clumsier than usual.”

“Well I get that way after, you know, sometimes.” You said shyly. You guys hadn’t talked about it yet.

He formed his lips to say an inaudible “oh”. “I’m sorry. I was being a horny dick earlier. Please be careful.” When he said the words, he made sure to trail behind you. If you were to fall, he felt he could catch you before any damage was done.

“I’m okay. And its okay.” You paused. “I forgive you, I can be a tease so its not entirely your fault. But thank you for doing this with me.” You smiled sweetly, looking over your shoulder.

“Of course, princess.” Tony smiled back, grinning from ear to ear.

You looked back up ahead, to continue your hike.

You guys stopped occasionally when you wanted to take pictures. Whether they were of the view, rare birds, the sea, or Tony, you clicked your camera trying to savor every single moment of the trip.

“Stop. Stop. Stop.” You said to him, halting in your tracks. “C’mere. This is the perfect spot to take a selfie together.” You came across a view through the trees that overlooked the sea. Mountains were up ahead too, and the sun hit your skin in just the right way. The whole thing just looked so aesthetically pleasing to you, you just couldn’t pass up the photo op.

When he neared you, you both positioned yourselves for the camera. Tony was only a few inches taller than you, but you still had to stand on your tippy toes to place your arm around his shoulder. In this case, you wanted to place bunny ears over his head. A combination of this, as well as holding the camera left you quite unbalanced. And as tight as Tony held onto your waist, it still wasn’t enough to keep you both from tumbling down the hill just after you heard the shutter of your camera.

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He practically kicked down the door of your house when he came upon it. You were draped around his back like a monkey as he jogged you through the living area.

“Tony put me down.” You begged.

“Christ Y/N, I told you to be careful.” He reprimanded, as he placed you on your feet, pushing you down on the couch. He ran to the nearest bathroom, ransacking the contents of the medicine cabinet for a first-aid kit.

When he found all of the necessary supplies, he came rushing back to tend to your wound. If you could even call it that. It was a small bloody scrape on your kneecap, and he acted as if it needed to be amputated if he didn’t treat it soon.

“Damn it! Is alcohol better, or should I use peroxide? Fuck it, soap and water it is.” He muttered to himself. His head was all over the place as he ran to go get a small bowl of warm soapy water, returning once it was retrieved. He wanted something that would both clean the cut, but also wouldn’t cause you any pain.

Getting down to his knees, he tended to the scrape. He took your leg, tenderly into his hands, before going to work.

“Tony, I’m fine.”

He ignored you, continuing his movements with the cotton-ball. You couldn’t help but admire him as he cleaned your knee. The look of dexterity in his face was astounding. It was the same look he’d get, when he worked on a new piece of tech.

You were beginning to feel guilty. Truthfully, Tony was the one who took the worst end of the fall. He had a cut on the bridge of his nose, and one on his cheek. You even saw his shirt was damp, and a small pool of red liquid was forming underneath. Yet he remained trained on you, determined to make sure you were okay.

“Tony, you’re hurt!”

“I’m fine.” He insured.

“But Tony.”

“Baby, I need to concentrate.” He had long stopped the bleeding on your knee, patched it up, and was currently searching for any other wounds. He placed a quick kiss on your bandage. “You okay?” He asked, finally meeting your eyes.

“Yes,—”

“Does anything else hurt?”

“No, but—”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“None. Can I—”

“Are you feeling any shortness of breath? Nausea? Weakness? Dizziness? Chest pain? Because those are all signs of internal bleeding—”

“No, Tony. Please stop. You’re the one who’s bleeding!” It was your turn to treat him, yet he kept rambling on and on about you. You took a cotton pad and got to work on his face. That was when he began sulking.

“This is my fault.”

“No its not.”

“Yes it is. I made you clumsy.”

You chuckled at how dead serious he was. “I have a scrape on my knee, that will be gone in like ten hours. Meanwhile you have a bloody face, and a possible gash on your stomach, and you’re upset about me falling?”

“I just don’t like when you get hurt.”

“I’m fine. I’ve been trying to tell you that.” When you were done with his face, you hunched over to his stomach to patch the scrape there as well. Tony, still placed between your knees, repeated your actions from earlier, this time admiring you. When you were done treating the cut on his stomach, you tried to pull back, but he caught your wrist, trapping you in his gaze.

You two stayed like that for a moment, before he captured your lips in his. Deepening the kiss, he lifted himself up onto the couch as he did so. He pushed you back so you lay against its length, stretched out completely as he hovered above you. Removing his sweaty t-shirt over his head, he threw it across the room before attacking your lips again.

He tugged at the drawstring on your shorts, while placing wet kisses along your neck. You laced your fingers in his hair, trying to guide him to where you wanted him, but you didn’t have to do much since he knew all of your spots.

His right hand pushed your shirt up to expose your bra, before his lips traveled down your skin to lay butterfly kisses in his wake. He pushed between your thighs, draping your legs around his waist. Your breaths were coming out in labored pants, as you realized this was the moment you’ve been waiting for.

As you were moving against him, you felt an unusual amount of liquid pool to your panties. Then, your eyes which were previously glued shut, snapped open. “Shit.” You shrieked, sitting up with a quickness. It all startled Tony so much, he rolled off of the couch.

“Fuck!” He yelped, when his head collided with the floor.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Was all you repeated as you scampered away.

“Ow?” Tony groaned rubbing his head, but when he sat up to question you, he only saw your ankles as you retreated into the bathroom.

When it slammed shut, he leapt up to his feet to see what the problem was. “Y/N, open up. We can talk about this.” He said, once he reached the doorway.

“No we cant. Please don’t be mad at me, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t want you to feel pressured. I’m the one who’s sorry. We can wait, okay? Just come out please.”

“No Tony. It’s not that, its something else.”

“What is it?” He was met with sobbing, as you began to weep. Trying to open the door, he thought you had hurt yourself, or that he had hurt you, and was now beginning to grow even more worried. “Baby open the door, please.”

“No! You’re gonna hate me.”

“I could never hate you. Please, just tell me what’s wrong!” Tony pleaded, banging on the door.

“I just started my period” You cried, breaking out into tears. You continued for a minute, until you realized he wasn’t making any noises. “Tony?”

“I’m still here, pumpkin.” He replied, trying to soothe you.

“Are you mad at me?” You shrieked.

“Nope. I’m just thinking.” He informed you.

“About what?”

“About how much my head hurts.” He chortled. “You could have just told me, without panicking so much.”

“But I—I ruined our wedding night.” You wailed.

He scoffed at how silly you were being. “No. You didn’t. Can you come out now? I think I’ve talked to doors enough today.”

“No. I deserve to drown in my tears.”

“Y/N. You’re being ridiculous. Come out.” He demanded once more.

“No! Just go away. I wanna be alone.” You whined. And so, he did.

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1 hour later

Lying in bed, wrapped up in your comforter like a burrito, you soaked the sheets with tears. You had fished out one of your emergency tampons from your purse to clean up, then grabbed a bottle of wine. You’d emerge from the covers every so often to take a sip, but then immediately plunge back under when you were done.

Tony was gone. That was bad. You knew you had told him to, but you didn’t expect him to actually listen. You weren’t being fair, but you still expected him to just read your mind like the genius he was. Like he usually did.

It was better this way. I deserve it. You thought. You thought he was pissed at you, as he should be. He had every right to be. No you couldn’t control your period coming earlier than usual, but you could have at least controlled your sour reaction. It was also your fault for constantly denying him. Yes, you wanted to take advantage of all of Kauai’s island fun, but you’d be lying if Nakia’s words didn’t ring in your head. You were nervous to give yourself to him for the first time, and that made you sort of relieved that you still had time to prepare.

You took another swig of your grown up juice, only to quickly scramble back to your cocoon when you heard the front door open and shut.

“Sweetheart.” You heard Tony faintly call from the other room. When he realized you weren’t in the place he left you, you heard his quick shuffle draw nearer. The closer he drew, the more you encapsulated yourself into the comforter. You told yourself you’d act like you were sleeping, in order to avoid facing him.

When he entered the room, he called your name again softly, as he took his stance by the side of the bed. He, despite your poor attempts, knew that you couldn’t be asleep in such a position: the heavy bedding would practically suffocate you.

“Y/N, get up. I brought you a few things.” He informed you. He was met by silence. When he nudged your side, you moaned and groaned like the undead. You heard the plastic of a bag rustle, as he poured its contents all over the bed. He untucked the cover from over your head, and got on the mattress beside you. Stroking your head lovingly, he said a “Hi”, as you reluctantly met his eyes. You peered at him through dewy lashes and puffy eyes.

He offered you a kind expression before beckoning you to “Sit up.” You did so, and that’s when you saw the arrangement of feminine hygiene products, candy, ice cream, chips and every other favorite snack of yours. But best of all, was the wine. You retreated back to your burrito, after bawling your face up with sadness. Tony heard your muffled cries through the comforter, as you sobbed out “No one’s ever bought me tampons before!”

“Well that’s sad.” He declared.

You ignored him, wailing “I don’t deserve you” as you let out the ugliest cries you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Yes you do.” He corrected you, further folding you in your blanket, before picking you up to haul you into the living room. As he threw you over his shoulder, you continued your drunken wails even as he placed you on the couch. He turned on Netflix to the show “friends”, it was something of a ritual to play it whenever you felt bad, and as soon as the theme came on, you started dry-heaving.

You shakily pulled out your unfinished bottle of wine drinking its remains, before grabbing the one Tony bought, as he glared at you like you grew another head. “And I thought I had an alcohol problem.”

“Shut-up, I’m sad.”

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Almost one week later.

As the end of your vacation approached, you had been all over the island of Kauai. You experienced all of the joys of a honeymoon, save the sex.

Every morning, your husband made you breakfast in bed, and made you feel like a princess. Just like from before when you guys dated, he’d bring you flowers with a notecard attached to them on your breakfast tray.

He really made you forget that you couldn’t have sex, but then he’d remind you the second after when he placed kisses on your shoulders. After breakfast, you guys would get ready for the day ahead. You always did something new. You went kayaking, zip-lining, snorkeling, and an array of other things that you dreaded the end of.

Couples massages were the absolute worst. Every time your period came around, you were a horny mess. So it didn’t help when Tony rubbed warm oil on your back, tenderly massaging it into the skin, while whispering all of the dirty things he was gonna do to you the minute he knew you were ready. His large warm hands would travel particularly low on your back, as he worked out your kinks, pressing kisses onto your spine every now and then.

You now shivered at that memory, as you gazed at the stage in front of you. Where you were currently, was a live dinner and show. It was your last night in Kauai, and Tony wanted to make it special by bringing you to a place you begged to go, even though he cringed at the idea. Different bands played live “island” music, while couples both danced and cheered from their seats.

You and Tony were sitting at a far off table, that was mostly away from prying eyes. He was actually enjoying it more than he thought he would. He would kill you if you told his friends that though. While he was enjoying the show, you were sitting still, gazing at him, more quiet the usual.

You were trying to debate with yourself, on how to tell him your period was over. While you were happy it was gone, butterflies overturned your stomach as you realized tonight might actually be the night. Nakia’s words, still haunted you, as they tended to, and you fought yourself for refusing her pointers.

“What’s wrong baby?” Tony asked you, pulling you out of your daze. “I thought you wanted to see this show.”

You tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth before saying “I did. Its just I wanted to thank you for working so hard in order to make me happy.”

“I’d do anything to make you happy.” He said, placing a hand over your knee, giving it a tight squeeze before pulling away, turning his attention back to the show. You caught his hand, however, before it could drop.

“I have something to tell you. Promise you won’t judge me.”

Tony quirked an eyebrow as he smirked, already ready for where this was going. “I promise.” he affirmed.

“Okay.” You said, taking in a deep breath. “I wanted to make sure before I told you this, but my period is off. But before you say anything, I just wanted to ask you this: if we decide to take things further tonight, could you please just take it slow with me?”

Tony’s smile faltered, before dropping completely. He thought you were going to say you wanted more fries. “Where is this coming from?” He questioned you, upset that he made you so worried and self-conscious.

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. You truly felt pathetic as you confessed, “I just know that you probably expect things of me. And its been so long since I’ve done this, I wonder if I even know how to please you. I just want to be enough.”

Tony sighed, placing a finger on his temple frustratedly. “Aw baby I think you need a drink.” He stated, reaching for the bottle of tequila he ordered for the table. The plan for the night, was to get drunk, act stupid, and pass out wherever the liquid took you.

He began to pour you a shot to ease your nerves, before speaking again. “Let me be clear about something” he started, the liquid splashing against the glass cup, before he sat the bottle of liquor down on the table. “I don’t expect anything from you, but your permission. Just give yourself to me, and I’ll take care of the rest. And if you wanna wait, like I said before: sex isn’t everything. I’m happy with just you. But, just tell me when you’re ready” He ordered, gazing into your soul.

You were the first to break eye contact. You sprinkled salt on the side of your hand, licking up its contents soon after. Tony drank in your movements, pupils blown with lust. You washed down your salt with tequila, wincing at the slight burn. Your wince turned into a cringe when you placed a lime wedge between your lips, its juices spilling down your chin. Pouring yourself another shot, you slammed your cup down on the table before abruptly standing up. “Okay, i’m ready.” You proclaimed, practically a new woman with this newfound liquid courage.

Tony poured himself a shot, before standing too, capturing your waist as he pressed your back firmly against the edge of the table, before lifting you to sit upon it. He pushed open your knees with his legs, bringing himself between them. You looked at him with alarm mixed with confusion. “I didn’t mean here!” You exclaimed, causing him to chuckle.

He placed a lime wedge between your teeth. “Hold that for me sweetheart” he ordered, sitting you back just far enough to sprinkle salt along your collarbone without it falling. He licked a slow stripe along the skin, where the salt sat. Picking up his shot, he threw it back, before you felt his hot breath fan your lips. As they hovered there for a moment, he rescued the lime wedge from your lips.

Not satisfied with its taste, he dropped it over your shoulder, going for your lips instead. The kiss was feverish, as his sour yet sweet tongue probed your mouth. You threw one of your hands behind your back to hold your balance, while Tony let his hands run along the length of your body. He squeezed firmly upon reaching one of your breasts, placing his other hand between your thighs. You moaned at the action, lacing your fingers in his hair in your attempts at deepening the connection.

Tony let his lips trail down your neck, right back to your collarbone, where he tasted remnants of salt. His hand that was placed on your thigh, slid closer, and closer to your entrance, before he dared to hook his fingers between the fabric.

“Sir!” A man said from behind him, violently tapping his finger on Tony’s shoulder. “You can’t do that here.”

When you two looked over his shoulder, you realized it was the same waiter from before that you traumatized early on in your trip. He was definitely done with your shit.

You both let out a chuckle, before Tony turned to you, saying “Lets go home.”

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Stumbling into the house, Tony kicked the door shut before spinning you to press your back firmly against it. The two of you were desperate to show the other how much you wanted them, in one heated session. He entangled his tongue with yours, roughly making you eat his kisses. Like at the show, he broke the kiss to pepper more along your skin.

He started with your neck, sucking roughly, immediately causing purple and blue bruises to show in its wake. Then, he moved on to suck and lick at the exposed parts of your breasts. Finally, he fell to his knees bunching up your dress so it stay just above your waist, before ridding you of your panties. You tensed up as he performed the action, taking in a deep breath as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder locking it, and you in place, against the door.

Before he draped his arm over the leg that was on his shoulder, he gazed up at you, silently asking you of your permission before going any further. “Keep going, please.” You urged, and that was all the push he needed. He offered a small smile, before he attacked your entrance with his tongue.

He was usually one for foreplay, but you two had been playing that for a year now, so he wasted no time violating your nub.

You threw your head back against the door, not even bothered by the pain from the thud, as whimpers and mewls escaped your lips. You were far too focused on his slow but firm measures against your body. Tony’s arm around your leg, was in a position where he could hold you in place, and rub harsh circles around your nub at the same time.

He ran his tongue between your folds, licking up the sweet nectar you offered, while he used his other hand to let his fingers invade your insides.

Bucking and rocking against his face, the pleasure was so intense, you found yourself trying to pull away, but his strong arms held you steady. Your fingers found his hair, and you didn’t know whether you wanted to pull him closer to you, or tug him further away. He made the decision for you, burying his face deeper into your pussy.

He took the fingers he used to stretch you out and placed them at your lips, spreading them open, before replacing his thumb with his mouth, sucking harshly at your nub. Your juices dripped down his chin, as you desperately tried to hold on to something. In realization that you were slipping, Tony hooked your other leg over his shoulder, giving him more access to your opening. As you climbed further up the wall, he followed you, determined to keep you from escaping his relentless endeavors.

You were unable to form any other words besides, Tony, uttering the two syllables every other second. Moans erupted through your chest, tears streamed down your face, and your nails digged into the skin behind his neck, as you chased your orgasm. Working you through it, he licked up the trail of cum, that dripped from your cunt. He groaned against you as if you were the most delicious drink he had ever tasted.

Placing you gently down onto the ground, he chuckled when he had to catch you from falling. He swiped his thumb across his chin, before licking the remnant of your juices off the pad of the finger. He moaned at the taste, leaning in to transfer it to your lips.

He cupped the globes of your ass, as he stuck his tongue down your throat. “Taste that?” He asked between kisses.

“Yeah.” You half-whispered, trying to keep up with him.

“So fucking sweet.” He replied, in reference to your essence. He then hoisted you up so you could wrap your legs around him, before traveling through the house.

It was your turn to attack his neck as he carried you away to your room. Tony, now completely riled up stood you on your feet, as the two of you ripped away articles of each other’s clothing. He let the straps of your dress, fall as it pooled around your feet.

You were starting to feel self-conscious again, since this was the first time he had seen you so bare. While you were looking down in shame, Tony was ogling at your beauty. “Fuck.” He exclaimed. “How did I get so lucky. You’re an angel.” You smiled sheepishly at his comment, your confidence was slowly coming back. He gently pushed you, so that the back of your knees could collide with the mattress.

You climbed backwards, pushing yourself under the covers, the remaining bit of shyness making you cover yourself in shame.

Tony, eyes still remained on you, finished ridding himself of his clothes. When he was done, he lifted up the bottom of the comforter, climbing in at the foot of the bed. He made a few stops along the way, kissing at your legs, thighs, and stomach, before revealing himself from beneath the sheets. He smiled, when you giggled, placing a quick kiss to your mouth. That one turned into a deeper one, as he bit and tugged at your lips.

He placed himself at your entrance, still kissing your bare skin to ease your mind a bit. He was big, you knew that much, and it kind of made you nervous. Slowly moving forward, he pushed his tip in, teasing your opening, before stretching you completely.

You both groaned at the feeling. Him at your tight fit, and you at the feeling of him inside you completely. As he bottomed out, you released a gasp, which Tony cut off with a kiss. “Tell me when to move, princess.” He said between pecks.

You nodded your head after a moment, unable to form any words, signaling for him to move forward. Tony’s hips instinctively snapped forward at first, but then he slowed his movements on account of this being your first time with him.

Slow thrusts, turned into quick ones, as he pounded into you. Your cries and moans, and the sound of your wetness mixed with his thrusts, bounced off of the walls. You wrapped your legs around his waist, as he inserted himself in and out of you. His arms that were previously on either side of your face, collapsed as he let his lips attack the crook of your neck.

Your hands, that fisted the sheets, found his back, clawing at the flesh, as he let out growls from the sting and from the pleasure.

He picked up his pace, and the closer you got, the dirtier his words were. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.” He would whisper in your ear, as he drilled into you. When you would clench your walls around him, he would get nastier. “Oh you like that? You’re so fucking sexy. Are you gonna cum princess? Hmm?” He would question, cupping your jaw as he looked up to peer into your eyes.

You would just moan in response. Your body, and his, becoming drenched in sweat, tears, and who knows what other kind of liquids, as you two stuck together like glue. He became incoherent the wetter you got, and the more your walls fluttered against him, signaling your impending orgasm.

“F-fuck baby! I-i’m gonna cum!” You managed to choke out, your lower stomach spasming, as you writhed against him, placing a hand against his chest.

Tony said nothing as he slipped in and out of you, hand grasping the hand that was on his chest gripping your wrists, and placing them above your head. He didn’t have to say a word, because his face said it all. His brows were furrowed together, eyes glued shut, sweat soaking his forehead, and mouth hung open as he continued his motions in and out of you.

If he wasn’t going fast before, his pace was now brutal as he approached his orgasm too. Each stroke was a hit against your g-spot, and a graze against your clit, that had you speaking in tongues. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the closer you came to ecstasy. Your whimpers turned into screams, as your coil snapped. Your orgasm, was Tony’s breaking point, as your pussy had a death grip against his dick. His hips stuttered, and his cock twitched inside of you, as he let out the sexiest grunt you had ever heard, spilling his seed into you.

He released his grips on your wrists, surely leaving a mark in its wake. He laid his sweaty forehead against yours for a moment, trying to gather his composure. You, too, were gasping for the same air as him.

You both still hadn’t opened your eyes yet, vision too blurry from the stars you were seeing. This man made you experience the most intense orgasm of your life.

Capturing your lips once more, Tony left a lingering kiss on you. After that, he finally let his eyes open, you followed suit. He smiled and asked, “I can’t believe you were that amazing. And you had the nerve to be worried.”

You spared some of your breath, as you let a laugh. “I didn’t even do anything. I just laid there.” You told him.

“You can just look at me, and I’ll fall to pieces.” He admitted, which made you erupt into a fit of giggles.

Still in each other’s embrace, you two recalled the entirety of your relationship, down to this very trip. You recalled the very first moment you told each other your feelings. The moment he met your friends and you his. The time Okoye threatened to kill him for almost forgetting your favorite color. The time you tripped in your wedding dress. Even the time you fell down a hill a mere 5 days ago. And he would absolutely not, let you forget the moment you burst out crying because he bought you wine and tampons.

Laughing, and blushing over some of the silliest moments in your relationship, you promised that though it was bittersweet, you were your happiest when you were with him.

“Now, that we've warmed up,” Tony started, cheeky smile forming on his lips. “Are you ready to try out some of those new toys?”

A/N: You guys should like...tell me what you think :)

#tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark x black reader #marvel imagines #tony stark fluff

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lilmissbacon · 4 years ago

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Why Jelsa is Ridiculously Stupid

Let me start off by saying that the idea of this ship was cute at first, I have nothing against it. In fact I have a few ships myself that have nothing to back them up. I am not making this to convince people to be anti, stop the ship itself, or spread any form of hate what so ever.

But this Jelsa fandom has gone too far. And when I say "jelsa shippers," of course I don't mean ALL of them, just about 80% of them.

In fact, I'm very appreciative of the few jelsa shippers who don't go around harassing others because "jelsa is life."

Also, allow me to correct you in saying that I'm not a jelsa hater, I'm a jelsa loather. There's a difference. Most jelsa haters, hate jelsa for the sake of hating it.

I genuinely hate it.

And don't go commenting about, "how do you know you don't like it if you've never tried it?" Because you see, that's where you're wrong. I did used to ship it, when I was 11. I was a child, I was new to the internet, I didn't know better. But I do now!

I am writing this so that some who may not know, will now understand why jelsa is bad and because I need to get all of this out of my system. I am slowly dieing inside.

First; I'm gonna go into how all the excuses to ship this are pointless. Next, I'll talk about just how these two would never work out as a couple. Then, will be what the toxicity has done to not just to the ship itself, but to the big four as well. And finally, I'll go into how uncreative the shippers are and just what horrible/stupid things they've done and are still doing.

1) Excuses are Pointless

Excuse #1: They have the same powers.

...Yeah, that's like saying you ship Lavagirl (Sharboy and Lavagirl) and Bolin (LoK) because they can both control lava. That's not a valid reason to ship anyone. There needs to be actual substance and I'll only say that once because that sentence applies to every excuse here.

Excuse #2: They look alike

🤦🤦🤦 First of all: that's also like saying you ship Tiana (Princess and the Frog) and Frozone (The Incredibles) because they're both black. Second of all: no they don't. It may be because I'm an artist so I notice small details, but here's how it is; Jack's hair is white, Elsa's is platinum blonde. Jack has a square chin, Elsa has a round face. Jack is much paler! THEIR EYES AREN'T EVEN THE SAME SHADE OF BLUE!!! Your excuse is null and void. Even so, if characters do look alike, then they're most likely to be related. Especially in animation.

Excuse #3: Jack can teach Elsa to have fun and Elsa can teach Jack to be serious

This clearly proves the point that jelsa shippers don't know these characters. The job of teaching Elsa how to be social and have fun is already taken by Anna. So if anything, Elsa will see Jack as a younger brother. And Jack wouldn't have been chosen to take on such a responsibility of guardianship if he didn't know when to quit. I don't know what it is about playful characters that make people think they're obnoxious. Jack is an immortal teenager with the heart of a child, that's what makes him a good guardian. But he's been alive for over 300 years, he bound to have the mind capacity of an adult and he does know better. He doesn't play when he's in battle, he's dead serious.

Excuse #4: They understand each other because they were both isolated for a long time

I don't know where you come from but people don't really "bond" over their trauma. Infact, if anything, that would make the relationship more unstable. Plus, Elsa isolated herself for 13 years because she was afraid of her powers. Jack was forced into isolation for 300 years! He has never been afraid of his powers and Elsa could still be seen throughout the day by parents and servants. They would never be able understand what the other went through.

Excuse #5: They both have a sister they love

SO WHAT?! At least half of the population have sisters. Simple as that. It's a horrible excuse.

Excuse #6: They both have an enemy in fear

Bruh, almost every fictional character has to deal with their fears, literal or mental. It's not at all unique to these two.

Excuse #7: Jack can teach Elsa to control her powers

She already has control of them by the end of the movie. And even if you mean prier to that, the reason she couldn't control them was because she feared them. I doubt that even if she could see him and if he showed her his powers, she's be irrational, believing that their powers were different.

Excuse #8: William Joyce says he ships it

Really, you're going to base the possibility of a ship because the writer of the 'books' that "inspired" rotg says he likes it. First: the books and movie are not the same worlds. Two: he most likely stated this in order for jelsa shippers to shut up to him about it. And three: his own canon with the books is a mess as it is. With him adding a bunch on random/unnecessary details on twitter that have no relevance or reference in the books. Even if he does ship it, everything that's going on with Jack's character in the books is weird enough as it is. Plus he's physically 14 in the books. I know age doesn't really matter but Elsa would definitely feel weird about dating someone who looks so young when she's currently 24 by the second movie.

Excuse #9: They could've met before the events of rotg

Not a reason to ship them but whatever 🙄 Even if their stories were based in the same world (which it isn't), Elsa never would've believed in fairy tales. Having to grow up so soon and all. She believes in magic, of course, but you need to believe in the individuals themselves in order to see them. Plus it is very clear in rotg that Jamie is Jack's first believer.

Excuse #10: Now that Frozen 2 is out, they are both spirits who followed the memories of their loved ones. They can live forever together!

Once AGAIN, how does this factor to them being a good couple? Plus the title of spirit is different in the Frozen-verse than the Guardian-verse. Guardian-verse; they are un-aging beings who keep the entire world in balance. Frozen-verse; never confirmed to be immortal (especially since 3 out of 5 spirits are inanimate objects), magical things that keep a single forest secure. The only reason the elements needed a fifth spirit was most likely because the one before Elsa died of old age. Plus the idea of Elsa outliving Anna goes against the theme of sisterly love that both movies strive on. This can be changed in fanfiction but I hate how people lie about her mortality for an excuse to ship.

Excuse #11: They're both single

So what? People ship characters who aren't single with other characters all the time. That's not a reason to ship them. Especially since your statement is false because Tooth is Jack's canon love interest.

It is true that jelsa haters will give reasons to not ship that I necessarily don't agree with.

•Like the age gap — Jack has the mental capacity of an adult, as I've said before. He's smart enough to make his own choices.

•Elsa not being immortal — that doesn't mean they can't still date, even if he outlives her. Plus you can change that in fanfiction.

•They come from different studios and will never be canon — Again, this is fanfiction, we can do whatever we want.

•Elsa is independent and shipping her with someone takes her independence away — for one: most of the world is bound to find love at some point in time. I would imagine that Elsa would want to find love like her sister. Two: Mulan, Pocahontas and Jasmine are very independent and they all still ended up with men. Three: she's not that independent to begin with. Independence isn't relationship status, it's your ability to make it on your own and Elsa is clearly, very dependant on Anna and her safety. Which is actually what pushes her to being a bad sister in Frozen 2. In fact it is because they made her more 'independant' in the sequel that Elsa clearly, no longer loves Anna as much as Anna loves her (you can check out Watso Videos' video on YouTube about how Elsa is a bad sister bc I'm not gonna go into it here).

My god that was ALL just part one. This is gonna take forever 😰

2) How they would never work out

For Elsa, she needs someone who is calm and collected. A rock for her to stand on when she's being irrational. Possibly even someone who is very stoic and straight to the point but with enough sense of humor to lighten the mood. And now that I'm thinking about it, Honeymaren fits that description to a tee. I'm not one to push LGBT+ in anyone's face, but I'm not gonna judge ships on characters assumed sexualities either. Even though Honeymaren didn't have much screen time, her personality still showed through and Elsamaren could very well work.

Jack on the other hand needs someone who would be able to keep up with his playful nature as well as be a rock for him to stand on when he's emotional. Tooth is a good suitor even though I don't really ship it myself. Hiccup, Merida and Rapunzel could also fit in this description.

They don't have the ability to be each other's rocks. They can't be stable if they both need someone to keep them so. If they were to date, the relationship would crumble before it even began.

Plus Jack has to be a guardian and there are a lot of fanfics that go into this idea of Jack being the king of Arendalle? First off: I'm fairly certain that you can't marry into royalty to become king. At least in the real world. Second: Jack wouldn't be able to handle that responsibility with him already being a guardian. And he can't just leave guardianship either, it was what he always was and was ment to be. And Elsa has the responsibility of keeping a magical forest in check, she can't leave to become a guardian.

3) The Toxicity

Oh my God! The fanfiction! As I usually say, you can do whatever you want in fanfiction. But if you have to butcher all the characters so much in EVERY fanfic in order to make the ship work, then there's clearly something wrong here! In every fanfic I've ever seen, the characters are so out of character it's insane. Not just Jack and Elsa, every character.

Olaf for example, is practically in love with Jack first meeting, in every fanfic. If he were to actually meet Jack, he would be apprehensive of him.

It's horrifying in not only that, but jelsa shippers will add Rapunzel a lot, just in spite of Jackunzel. They turn Rapunzel into a needy ex-girlfriend of Jack's when in reality, she's a very sweet and kind soul. Even if she and Jack had dated, they would've split on good terms and stayed friends after. There have also been cases where they do the same but with Tooth. Sometimes even both and it's honestly sick.

And let's talk about the sexism as well HAHA! I swear to God, they will rewrite Frozen but where Jack will save Elsa instead of Anna. They write Elsa as a hormonal teenage girl who falls in love with Jack within seconds.

This is from an actual jelsa shipper, my dude. WTF!!! They make Jack super dominant as well as a douche who cheats on Elsa half the time. Jack is not that dominant, he's a very emotional guy. And he'd be the most faithful boyfriend on the planet. He was alone for 300 years! If anything, he'd be clingy but not too clingy because he also understands personal space.

And if you like angsty fanfiction where a character cheats on the other, there are literally no fanfics where Elsa cheats on Jack. As if a woman couldn't possibly cheat. This is very sexist towards men and women and is toxic as hell.

If anything, Elsa would cheat on Jack, she's not exactly trustworthy in keeping promises or being loyal.

I swear, half of the jelsa shippers has never even seen rotg and just go by what they read in others fanfiction.

Jelsa shippers have gotten so bad about this ship that they've low-key harassed people for not shipping it, as well as start shipping wars within the big four fandom. That's the reason the fandom truly shrunk after 2013. I've seen posts about people admitting to leaving the fandom because it got so bad.

4) The Shippers

Jelsa shippers have literally threatened lives, not just to other fans but even to the creators of the movies. Literally threatening them into making the ship canon. They've made patitions to make it canon as if that would work. They've even harassed a lot of recent shippers to Elsamaren because "jelsa is canon."

Oh look at that, they're homophobic too...

...

... That's great 🙃

Isn't it a bigger sin to love a celestial being though? Therefore the fact that you –as a toxic christian– ship Elsa with a spirit it worse.

THEY'RE DELUSIONAL!!! So many of them have shipped jelsa so long that legit think it's canon!

Not only all that mess but there are literally more jelsa games on the internet then there are Merida games. I'm specifying this for personal reasons (aka Merida is my fave Disney princess)

And let's continue on with what really aggravates me as an artist. Jelsa shippers, stealing artwork, mostly from Jackunzel. This is not just a rumor, it's very much real.

And it doesn't help when all of their actual original fanart is just them taking scenes from Frozen and adding Jack. Then to add more salt on the wound is that almost all the fanfiction is the same, whether it'd be based during Frozen, rotg or in a highschool au.

There's literally nothing original about or going on with this ship, even after Frozen 2 came out, the shippers and fanfiction haven't changed. If anything it made the shippers spike up again.

The only thing that could say is original about jelsa is the frost daughter fanon. Oh boy! What we have to unpack here.

This is something that I recently heard about...

...

I am mortified.

Frost daughters is this little thing that jelsa shippers came up with, believing Jack and Elsa (if they could get pregnant) would have nothing but girls. What's scary about it is they're designs. Like they're trying to be original... But it's not really going great.

Most of them are just young!Elsa copies, some are edits of Elsa with Jack's hair color.

For example:

This is fine, this follows genetrical rules. I'm fine with this.

But what has me low-key petrified are some of the other designs.

Like... WTF IS ALL OF THIS!!! Where are this colors coming from?!! I don't understand 😭 You can see in the screen shots that these are literally titled as daughters of jelsa.

The white haired ones are fine. The ginger is understandable. Got it from Elsa's dad's genes. That's okay. A few are wearing pink? They can wear what ever they want. But wtf I'd going on with Nevada? Why is she black? Jack and Elsa the pastiest of white! And you cannot tell me that she got it from Elsa's mom because this was made BEFORE Frozen 2 and her mother is still white as an adult.

Where tf does the blue and pink hair come from? None of these make sense!

I want to kill myself, just looking at these!

That's gonna be the end of this rant

Now I'll say it again, I really have nothing against the ship itself. I too have casual ships that make no sense. But with ALL the fanfiction and fanart being so unoriginal and most jelsa shippers low-key being dangerous, it's hard for me respect people's opinions about it.

I try, trust me, I do! But it's become so murky in my brain that I can't tell the difference anymore and I'm also just not a fan of Elsa's character in general. And I like ships that actually make sense.

And being that I'm an equalist... it's really hard for me to look at this stuff and not get pissed off. I'm sorry if all of this comes off as aggressive because it kinda is.

I'm just very passionate, okay?

I hope you understand where I'm coming from. None of the pictures I used are mine. And I hope you have a good day?

#anti jelsa #antijelsa #jack frost #anti elsa #DreamWorks #disney #ships #hate jelsa #the big five

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dinodina · 3 years ago

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46 + GwenMartha?

From this. Also on ao3. 46 - linking arms with each other. Thank you!

“Cardiff?” Martha asks when the Doctor leads her out of the Tardis.

He nods. “Cardiff.”

Martha looks around, feels the crisp air. Autumn. Her dress matches that of passerby, the late nineteenth century. “Why Cardiff?”

“The Tardis needs to refuel.” The Doctor starts walking and Martha hurries to catch up. “Cardiff sits on a space-time rift—you humans don’t know that, do you?—and she soaks that energy right up. We’ll stay a bit while she refuels and we’ll be on our way.”

“And in the meantime?”

The Doctor beams. “We’ll explore!”

Martha grins, too, she can’t not, and follows him off to the next adventure. She’s still new to this, still getting used to the concepts and realities of time travel. It’s not her reality yet, but she’s getting there.

She lets the Doctor point out the sights to her and only lets her concentration wander once. A young woman walks by, dressed for the weather in a servant’s uniform, confident along the streets, not looking around, something soft about her determined face.

Martha doesn’t notice that the Doctor turned with her to look at the woman. He went quiet. “What is it?”

He shakes his head and turns on his heel, leading the way back to the Tardis. “Not here.”

“Why?” Again, Martha quickens her pace to match his. “What is it?”

The Doctor doesn’t answer until the blue box is in sight. “I knew her.”

It’s only when they’re in flight that he says, “I couldn’t save her.”

They need to refuel still, though the Doctor is now hesitant to do so. It’s the Tardis, he tells Martha, that decides when in Cardiff they end up. He steps out slowly, this time, and sticks his tongue out.

After a moment, he says, his relieved voice tinged with something hard. “1870.”

“1870?”

“We can go.” He leads the way, becoming more animated by the second. It’s spring. However few flowers are in the city are just beginning to bud. The moments pass and the Doctor in front of Martha is no longer grieving.

Pretending, obviously. She learned that quickly. He’s comforting himself more than her, and Martha doesn’t argue, flags only a little when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye.

The Doctor hasn’t.

Martha twists around to follow it—her, a woman, a woman that she saw before, that as far as she knows shouldn’t be here—and finds herself running after the Doctor. He hasn’t noticed.

“What happened to her?” Martha asks when they return to the Tardis and the Doctor sets up their next destination. “The woman we saw last time?”

It’s a delicate balance, getting the Doctor to talk. He’s open today, sitting down at the console. “She saved the world.”

“In 1869?”

“Christmas.” The Doctor smiles. “Charles Dickens and ghosts. She gave up her life to save the world.”

He would have wanted to save her, now. He shouldn’t. Martha knows that. She’s glad the Doctor took them away.

And yet—how could a dead woman from 1869 be in 1870? It was probably a trick of the light.

The smile on the Doctor’s face is wistful. Martha doesn’t want to disturb it.

---

Martha doesn’t know Cardiff well. She didn’t travel much before meeting the Doctor, and their trips can hardly be called conventional. So when they’re separated, the Doctor chasing an ugly alien and Martha lost in the streets, she realizes she’s lost.

“Can I help you?”

If someone’s offering to give her directions, then she must look lost, too. But what is she supposed to say? I don’t know where because I didn’t pay attention to the street signs, but can you get me to the Tardis please? Absolutely not.

Oh! Martha grins as she realizes. The Tardis isn’t on a street at all. “Can you tell me how to get to the Millennium Centre, please?”

“Of course, that’s easy.” The woman in front of her, dressed in black trousers and a white button-down shirt, a bag over her shoulder, gives her a gap-toothed smile. She points to her right. “It’s just over behind those buildings, you can’t miss it.”

There’s something about her, maybe the hair, that makes Martha think she’s seen her before.

She doesn’t dwell on it. She has a Doctor to save. “Thanks!”

She runs off, and it’s only later that she connects the dots: the woman and the city.

It can’t be the same person. But she asks anyway.

The Doctor assures her she was mistaken.

---

The world’s resistance network mourns when Gwen Cooper disappears. That day is the first Martha sees her face.

Pretty. Brown hair. Gap-toothed smile. Hopeful eyes. The same woman who showed Martha to the Millennium Centre, who spooked the Doctor in 1869, who Martha saw in 1870. She heard her voice, garbled, over the radios when they discussed refugee movements.

The world mourns for a woman who is gone but not dead, who is likely in a far worse place than that, and Martha can only spare a moment to the conundrum of her appearance. She has to run. The Toclafane are coming.

---

Gwen waves goodbye when Martha leaves.

She turns away and Martha hits her head on the train window when she swivels around. It was so familiar.

A face, she can somewhat understand—a relative, a trick of the light—but the mannerisms are the same, the hitch of the shoulder, the swinging of the arms, the pacing of the steps.

“Spatial genetic multiplicity,” the Doctor says months later, when Tosh is dead, too, when Martha is drowning in UNIT with no way out.

Is that what made Martha see Gwen—not-Gwen—months after her death before? She doesn’t have the time to ask.

---

Martha is only just getting used to Torchwood when it disappears.

She’s visiting a hospital contact and the ground shakes. She looks out the window and sees smoke, checks her phone and sees nothing, runs when she hears footsteps—soldiers, the same ones in her dreams—and sees Gwen and Ianto in London.

Jack is gone.

And then he’s back. Dusty, haunted with his death and with his deeds, looking his age, the same heaviness in his eyes that Gwen gets when she thinks no one is looking. Martha digs up her field medic training—on the spot, all on the spot, she never officially finished medical school—to fix Ianto’s broken arm. She can do nothing for Jack.

“He can’t go alone,” she hears Ianto tell Gwen before Gwen leaves, too.

“It’s not spatial genetic multiplicity, is it?” she asks when Gwen opens her eyes, sits up just like Jack does, her eyes a vibrant silver.

Gwen shakes off the wisps of time still sticking to her. Uses Martha’s hand to stand. Shakes her head. “It’s a bit more complicated than that.”

She links her arm though Martha’s and walks out, leaving Jack scrambling to follow, past the bodies and the failure and the pain. To the future.

#torchwood #martha jones #gwen cooper #all power to the wlw #my writing #fanfic #how did it happen? someone else knows not me i just wrote it #please enjoy!

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chaoticgremlinwholikescheese · 4 years ago

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Safe Pt. 2

Pt. 1

TW: violence, child abuse

SPOT’S POV:

I wake up to a shout. My eyes spring open and I sit up, ready to fight whoever’s here. But the room is empty. The shout came from Race, who’s writhing in the bed. His face is covered in sweat, his fists clenched. “Per favore! Fermare! Mi dispiace!” His voice is pained and scared. He’s having a nightmare. A bad one, by the looks of it.

“Race. Race, wake up. You’re safe.” I gently shake him, hoping he’ll wake up. He sits up with a start, breathing hard. Tears roll down his face. “Shh. It’s alright. It’s just me. I’ve got you.” He throws himself against me, burying his face in my chest. I rub his back as he calms down.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask. Race bites his lip as he decides. “It was the same nightmare. The one where my dad-” he can’t finish the sentence, but I know what he means. “But it was Jack. He had so much hate in his eyes.” Race looks haunted as he recalls the dream. I place a comforting hand on his leg.

I look out the window. The sun is already rising, and it won’t be long until the circulation bell rings. No sense in trying to get him back to sleep. “C’mon. Let’s get you some water and food.” I help him up. He keeps his eyes on the ground. I gently tip his chin to look at me. “You’re safe here. I promise.”

I make him some eggs. He only eats a few bites before pushing it away. “Try to eat some more. You need energy.” Race obliges and eats a few more bites. It’s not nearly enough, but it’s better than nothing. The other newsies start to come out and the kitchen gets busy.

They’re used to Race being here, so they don’t give him a second look. Like I told him, he’s basically already a Brooklyn newsie. “Race!” One of the littles, Pup, runs up to him. He wraps his arms around Race’s leg. Race smiles. It’s the first real smile I’ve seen. “Hey, Pup.” Race lifts him up and places him on his lap. Pup swings his legs contendely, a gap toothed smile on his face.

I hand Pup his eggs and a fork. Pup eats some. Then he stabs a piece with his fork and holds it up to Race’s mouth. Race eats the egg, making Pup laugh. Once he’s done with his eggs, Pup stars climbing all over Race like he’s a human jungle gym. He cocks his head when he sees the bruise on Race’s face.

He places his hand over it. The palm print is bigger than Pup’s. “What happened?” He asks. “Doesn’t matter.” Pup presses a kiss to it. “My mama always used to say that a kiss would help it heal.” Race thanks Pup, ruffling his hair. Pup goes back to fiddling with Race’s shirt, buttoning and unbuttoning it.

“Spot. Jack’s here. He wants to see Race.” Hotshot is pale. At the mention of Jack’s name, Race flinches. “Tell him no. He’s not welcome here.” I growl. “I did. He’s refusing to leave. He says as soon as he sees that Race is okay, he’ll go.” Looks like I’m going to have to make him leave.

As if he can read my mind, Race says “Spot. No more fighting. I’ll come out, let him see me, and he’ll leave.” Race stands up. Everyone watches him. “No. I’m not letting him near you.”

“I’m going out there. This isn’t up for debate.” Race’s words are angry. “Fine. But if he makes one move towards you, I’m punching his lights out.” Race nods in agreement. I grab his hand. He squeezes it gratefully.

When we get outside, Jack is standing there. He twists his hat in his hands. When he sees the bruise on Race’s face, he looks guilty. “Race, I am so sorry, I was angry and-” I cut him off. “You should never lay a hand on him. You saw that he’s okay. Now leave.”

Jack takes a step forward. Race steps back. I stand in front of him, shielding him from Jack. “Please. Just let me talk to him.” Jack begs. “He doesn’t want to talk to you. Now get off my turf before you have to be dragged off.” I hiss. “Race, please come home. The boys are worried about you. I’m worried about you.”

“He’s not going anywhere with you. He’s staying in Brooklyn.” Jack tries to move to see Race, but I move to block him again. “He can talk for himself, Spot.” Jack’s eyes implore me to move aside. Race takes a deep breath and steps out from behind me. “I’m not going back to Manhattan with you. I’m staying here in Brooklyn.” His voice wavers, but he holds his ground.

“C’mon, Race. You know you have to come home eventually. You’re a Manhattan boy.” Race face twists into a mask of anger. “No. I’m not. I’m Brooklyn, Jack. The moment I crossed that bridge yesterday, I left Manhattan for good. As long as you’re in Manhattan, I won’t be.”

“What more can I say to apologize? You know I didn’t mean it.” Race shakes his head sadly. “That’s what my father always said. And the next day I would be bruised again. And he would apologize. And it kept on repeating for years. Years, Jack! I’m not making that same mistake again.”

Jack starts to insist that he won’t be like Race’s father. That’s when Race cracks. “You already are like him! You see this bruise? You left that. In the same place he used to. You’re a selfish asshole, Jack! And I’m done. I’m done forgiving people who will only hurt me. Leave. Don’t come looking for me. Don’t ask about me. Don’t talk to me. Stay the hell away from me.” Race stomps back inside the lodging house.

Jack moves to follow him, but I walk towards him until we’re chest to chest. “If you ever come here again, I will kill you. And if I ever hear about you laying a hand on one of your boys again, I won’t hesitate to make you pay.” Jack looks down at me with a calm face. But he knows I don’t make empty threats.

“Race is the most wonderful boy I’ve ever met. He’s kind, funny, smart. I’ll fight for him, I don’t even need to think twice. The only reason I’m not tearing you to pieces is because Race asked me not to. He’s a better person than you or I will ever be. The next time you cross that bridge, you won’t be so lucky.”

Every part of me wants to punch him. To make him bleed. He hurt Race. And he shouldn’t get to walk away unscathed. But Race made me promise not to hurt him, so I won’t. I turn my back to Jack and walk back inside. Race is sitting down, his head in his hands. I come over and hug him. “I’m so proud of you for saying all that. You did so good.” I whisper.

“Thank you for standing up for me.” Race says. “Of course. No one messes with my Brooklyn boys and gets away with it.” Race smiles at me.

“I’m a brooklyn boy. I like the sound of that.”

#newsies #newsies oneshot #sprace

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fightevilandthengetblownup · 5 years ago

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FIC: Party On, Gabe

“Alright, gorgeous, let me bring you up to speed.”

“I’m listening…”

The archangel gave a laugh at her expression, hand firmly on one hip and a scowl etched on her face, which she thought was completely unjustified given the circumstances.

It had screamed ‘something bad happening here’ when she had noticed the signs of something supernatural was occurring in Chicago. Given it wasn’t too far a trip, Jo snagged the file off of Harry for a weekend trip hoping to be back by Sunday night if it turned out to be a pretty simple case. But staring down the archangel turned Trickster in full party mode if the jean, henley and leather jacket combination was anything to go by rather than the button downs she’d seen before, as he reclined in the leather booth with a beautiful woman on either side, Jo could tell that ‘pretty simple’ factor was about to turn into a nightmare for her to try to talk him out of the current play.

—

There had been over fifty-five women gone missing, and almost the same number of men, within 9 days. It was Saturday and this had been going on since the week previous’ Friday night so far as Jo could tell. They had all been last seen in the same club in downtown Chicago known for drawing some of the biggest up-and-coming DJs and performers as well as far too scantily clad women but the cover charge and cost of drinks high enough to keep it from being tacky. In retrospect, the blonde could see how it was like giving the Trickster a candy store with more candy than even his sweet tooth could handle. She had suspected that it was going to be a vampire hive originally, but now it seemed abundantly clear who was responsible for this week-long party.

Jo had made her way to the club, made her way in even as she’d rolled at the carding and the length of time it had taken her standing in line to finally get in - it was at that time she was glad she’d worn the black bodycon dress and the studded black combat boots rather than heels, so the bouncers waved her in quicker than the guys in line beside her but also her feet refrained from hurting too badly from standing outside for almost an hour and a half - paid her cover charge, and was glad no one checked her purse lest she be thrown out for the range of different weapons she’d brought along just in case while she cased the joint. The place was packed with men and women alike, and Jo was glad to see her choice of relaxed but still nice seemed to match with the other women around while most of the men were in nice jeans and shirts of varying style from trashy Ed Harry tshirts to black button downs to those grey t-shirts with far too deep a v-necks. The only consistent was that there seemed to be more men than women out in the main section of the club.

She had weaved her way through to the bar and waited an additional ten minutes before being served a Jack&Coke, to blend in before turning to survey the space and see if there was anything outright she could see to explain the missing persons. Looking about the space, nothing really stood out to her except for the disproprotionate number of men crowded in the space to women - not quite two-to-one but very nearing three-to-five. Other than that and that a lot of the women mingling about were in large groups of three or more, and that those ‘flying solo’ like herself weren’t exactly 8′s or above. Sipping from her drink, Jo was pretty relieved for that meaning she should fit in nicely with the crowd while she continued to try to ascertain what was causing the issue.

—

By the time she was on her third drink, just Cokes in the same glass after that first drink to avoid getting into any trouble in case trouble found her, Jo had noticed one strange thing though.

Occasionally a man dressed in all black with black sunglasses far too cool for school for this type of club would emerge from the doors in the back corner, approach either a very pretty girl or a leechy guy, speak for a moment and then guide the partier through the back doors out of sight. So far, she had seen five people disappear in that way (three guys and two girls) in the last two hours and none of them had reappeared.

She had made her way through the crowds once she’d finished her drink to the dark shadowy corner nearby the doorway, reclining back with her phone out and tapping a few texts off to both Bobby (updating info for the case, just in case) and Grey (a string of memes, photos of Nana, and a few selfies from her with the red of her lips showing up under the club lighting) while she waited for the next time the door would open and the same hulking man would emerge.

After ten minutes the door creaked open and the black suited man appeared, shuffling awkwardly as if he was moving outside of his normal controls or as if he just plain wasn’t really a person and began moving through the crowd. As soon as he was past her, Jo had stuck out her foot, the combat boot keeping the door from hitting too hard as it swung to shut. Sliding in through the gap and shutting the door behind herself, she was surprised by just how dark it was in the space - only illuminated by an eerie blue glow towards the end of the hallway and by a long blue glow-in-the-dark stripe along the middle of the floor.

Reaching behind her, Jo looked at the back of the door to see thankfully there was a lock. Flicking that in place and slinging her bag over crossbody and opening the clasp for easy access to her knives if need be, she made her way down the hall as quietly as possible beneath the two different thudding beat sounds - one high and fast that she recognised from the club outside, and another deeper and slowly pulsing she could hear coming from the end of the hall - keeping her eyes peeled and darting around in case anything came out of the dark walls to surprise her.

Reaching the end, she glanced around the door frame into the next space expecting the worst. She expected to see a vampire heaven of cages with human ‘blood sacks’, she expected to see at least five very blood-happy and blood-thirst vamps moving about the space, she almost expected to see something cut straight out of True Blood from the feel of the hunt.

What she did see surprised the crap out of her as she stepped into the centre of the doorway instead.

It looked like it was a regular VIP lounge-style room, private but big enough to hold the crowd that was moving their way about the place to the beat and appeared to be strungoutly enjoying the low, sensual beat of the music filling the space, grinding and moving to the music. There were the most scantily clad women she had ever seen working the bar, moving faster than humans should move to complete their tasks before appearing to freeze until their next task came along. There was a clear discrepancy of men to women in the space, almost double the number of women present in the space than men - and a quick mental calculation suggested practically all of the women missing were here, but only half the number of men that were currently MIA were in the private club. Though perhaps some of there were in the dark, even more private booths around the space or through some of the doors that seemed to lead to who-knew-where.

The whole place was thumping, between the deep bass tones of the music, the sweaty movements of the crowd moving as one and the lights strobing across the crowd illuminated in resposes between each flash, and Jo felt a heavy feeling washing out from the crowd over her as she stepped through the doorway, she felt something pulse and push over her, as if she had just stepped through a bubble and entered the sphere running outside of the normal world. Frowning to herself as she took another two steps into the room, she found her hand slipping into her bag as she looked about trying to see what was causing the issue until she spotted him.

—

“So, goin’ to share your story of just why the fuck there are so many missin’ people partying in your little play palace, Gabe?”

“Of course I am, but not without a drink - would you love?” Gabe grinned wickedly up at Jo for a moment before he turned to the girl on his left, a bubbly looking blue-haired girl with no fashion sense from what Jo could tell given all she seemed to be wearing was a whole pile of belts. The girl nodded her head and slid out of the booth without another word. The other, a dark skinned beauty with the most amazing bright red curls Jo had ever seen likewise slid from the booth, and headed into the crowd without any say so from Gabe than a flick of the wrist. “That’s better, come on in gorgeous, plenty of space and we can talk about your little worries, huh?”

“Oh my little worries? You do realise how big a splash you’ve been makin’?!” Jo snarled the words out, her bag back clasped up tightly and shrugging it off she let out an annoyed sigh before setting it down on the tabletop and sliding into the booth itself, bouncing along due to the restrictive dress with a frown. “I swear to God, Gabe, I thought I was walkin’ into a bloody vampire hive with the amount of noise you’re making!”

He looked almost insulted as she got comfortable in the seat next to him before there was an awkward pause. The music was still loud but as she’d slid into the seat she could feel that same bubble-like effect and the sounds outside were dulled much further down than when she was standing at the end of the table.

“Vampires?! You thought my little party was a bunch of vampires?” He appeared almost lost for words at that, even as the blue-haired girl returned with a bottle of expensive vodka and three glasses. The girl appeared to pour two drinks out for both Gabe and Jo if the way she pushed the glasses towards them meant anything. The angel was still staring at her flabergasted as he reached a hand out blindly around his glass and tossed the contents back before pinning her with an almost furious look. “How dare you think-”

“For fucks sake, Gabe, almost a hundred people have gone missing in this club in the last week!” She snapped back, cutting off his accusations, crossing her arms under her chest as she ignored the glass in front of her and the sound of what she thought must be some more girls joining them in the booth from the sound of skin and fabric on leather and the dip of the cushioning behind her and the movement that looked like the redhead on the other side of the table. “What part of that screams archangel playboy rather than seedy vampire bloodbank?”

“I… A week?” Gabriel appeared to blink in surprise as the blueheaded girl poured him another drink and some alcohol into the third glass which was pushed across near Jo again but she figured must be to whomever was behind her. She shot a glance behind herself spotting dark wash denim jeans, and a black button down rolled up to the elbows before she discounted the newcomer as a threat and turned back to Gabriel, who once again had an arm around the bluehead girl. “Has it really been a week?”

“Lemme guess, that door barrier is a time discrepency right. It’s Saturday, the next Saturday, Gabe. I thought I was goin’ to have to slice some heads off tonight.”

“Oh we can provide you ample chances to still do that if you want, sweetie.” The man behind her interjected, and Jo found herself rolling her eyes at the words. Clearly this was one of the other Pagan gods Gabe used to roll with, but she wasn’t going to bother trying to reason with both at once. The nickname made her skin crawl, goosepimples popping up along her arms and the back of her shoulders as she felt a finger trace across the open skin at the nape of her neck; touchy feely fuckin’ Pagans.

“Gabe, tell your friend no touchin’; and seriously, what the hell have you been up to here? Is this literally just a party blow out gone too long?” Jo rolled her eyes as she saw Gabriel was back relaxed and jovial looking now that she wasn’t snarling at him and he was seemingly understanding her frustration - or at least her misindentification. “I think it’s gone on quite long enough, don’t you.”

“Tell him yourself.” The archangel rolled his eyes back at her as he sipped on his second drink, swirling the clear contents in the glass with one hand thoughtfully as he toyed with the long strands of blue hair on the girl under his arm with the other. There was a pause as he looked into the contents of the glass before nodding and tossing the drink back with a hiss. “Ah, but who finishes a party on a Saturday night, Jo? How about we make an accord, huh?”

Jo could still feel the fingertips on her neck, her hair pushed back to the side and she found her hands clenching into fists as she tried to dislodge them with a jerk of her shoulder. Raising a brow at the other, she gestures a hand at him. “What kind of… accord?”

“Stay for the rest of the night, and you can say when the party ends tomorrow morning.” There was a quick quirk of his brow as Gabe smirked back across at her, clearly prepared to let the party die naturally at her demand if she agreed. If she didn’t however, Jo could feel the almost vindictive Trickster personality coming out with the heavy threat - if she didn’t decide to play along, this party might never end on its own. “So, what do you say?”

“I..” Jo worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she tilted her head at him, not sure the best answer. The people in the crowd were sure to be reaching the end of what their bodies could withstand and think it was just a long ass bender before they’d begin dropping like flies from exhaustion. Not to mention she was in this party bubble now as well, and while she knew the archangel liked her well enough, she wasn’t sure she really wanted to push her luck that bad.

As she was thinking it over, she felt those fingers run across her shoulder and jerked to glare at the intrusive man as they’d grazed the bite on her neck with a snarl, “Get your fuckin’ hands off me!” Glaring up at the other man’s face, Jo’s eyes widened in recognition at the smirk being directed right back at her as he continued to stroke at her scars without making any move to stop. “Oh!”

“Oh, finally noticed me, huh, sweetie?” Gray basically purred the words out, shifting a little closer to her with a quiet chuckle in the loud space. He slid his hand to tug at the hair right behind her ear instead as he lifted his own glass to his lips. “Here I thought you were enjoying the touching.”

“What…what are you doing here?” Jo’s brain had basically short circuited at the surprise, shaking her head a few times to clear the thoughts out of her brain. “Since…since when do you hang out with archangels?”

“Since a few years back. He throws a good party, as you can see.” Gray’s smirk did not move at all as he set his glass back down and jerked his head towards the other party member. Jo turned to look back at Gabe, tilting her head to the side questioningly at him only getting a shoulder shrug back in response. “Gabe really is good at getting some of the most… beautiful women to show up-” The pause brought a shudder down her spine as Gray returned to stroking at her neck “-and he also has some hilarious ideas of how to torment some of those nasty pieces of work that show up to this kinda club. You know, when the women get boring.”

She found herself rolling her eyes as she dropped her hands onto the table top and thought over her options.

If she wanted, she could possibly turn tail and head home and pretend that all those disappeances were nothing. That there wasn’t an archangel-turned-Trickster and shadow on the loose zapping people into a time frozen party world. If she wanted, she could try to force them to stop here and now, something that she was fairly certain would be impossible given she had neither Holy Oil nor an angelblade with her to threaten the angel, and she had only brought the one iron knife with her for the other. Or, if she wanted, she could hang out, have some fun with friends for a few hours and then send everyone on their merry way home the next morning with dawn to be a hazy lost week for most of those in the area.

Letting out a sigh and leaning her head back into the slight rub the other was doing to her shoulders, Jo pinned Gabriel with a look. “If I stay and let this party die down, it stops when I say and you do not get to put me in a time loop to make it longer.” She raises two fingers as she talks, one for each of her stipulations, and then waggles them at the archangel playfully as he seemed to mull over her words before nodding, smirk firmly in place on his face. Reaching for her own glass finally, Jo held the glass out to the other to toast in agreement, the chink of crystal on crystal as they saluted and threw back the drinks felt like a strong enough agreement from him.

“Whatever you say, gorgeous. Now, time for fun.”

—

The next hour had been mostly the two men talking and joking back and forth, bantering and recollecting on some of what they had been up to in their little party bubble for the last week.

Jo listened enraptured at the crazy tales the pair of them were spinning, occassionally she found herself laughing so hard that it was hard to breathe or that there would be tears on her face; other times she found herself getting hot in the face and stamping her foot under the table in offense on behalf of whoever it was the pair were talking about; and others still she’d find herself leaning back into the broad chest beside herself with an arm spread resting over her shoulders while watching Gabriel set the scene so expressively with his hands and humourous expressions.

She learnt most of the women were just here in the party world, dancing nonstop and looking like beautiful, strange fish in an aquarium of the glowing Day Glo and strobe light world that they were in now. Occasionally if a specific girl had caught either of their attention, and sometimes both of their attention, the shadow or angel would go ‘fishing’ and enjoy some time with whichever girl it was supposedly. Jo didn’t witness this particular part of the ‘partying’ within the first hour, seemingly Gabriel had his hands full with the two outrageously dressed women that he had been sitting with when she’d arrived, and so far Gray had seemed content talking and sipping what she thought might be his eighth straight drink since he’d sat down beside her.

Of the men, she had a bit more of an objection with, hearing some where around still to keep the party going while others were there for the other half of the party types. Supposedly there was a strict no murdering unless necessary rule in place according to Gabe, which explained why Jo couldn’t see any blood on the shadow despite his being in the party-bubble for over a week at this point. That wasn’t to say that there weren’t any bodies…somewhere. The Trickster quite calmly and without any concern to the fact it made Jo jerk upright and shriek for a full two minutes before she was tugged back down into her seat with a pull on the hips let Jo know that if any of the guys got to handsy or behaved inappropriately or “were just generally a dude who needed some learning that they would just…poof to some worm hole world full of nothing but 70′s music, 70′s feminism and 70′s bush”.

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Hour two was mostly dancing. Lots and lots of dancing.

Jo had crawled her way out of the booth as the hour changed alongside the other two girls - who she had found were just two of Gabriel’s little magicked entertainment ladies around drink gour when she had asked why they weren’t having any drinks of their own - and kicked Gray in the thigh for the slap at her rear as she got out of the small space and ran off into the crowds of dancing, grinding people.

It was electric in the crowd, and Jo found herself disappearing into the beat alongside the rest of the crowd of women, moving to the bassline of the music without a concern in the world. The lights flashed, somehow the bright redhead girl would appear like magic with another Jack&Coke for her throughout the hour the very second Jo even thought about getting another drink, and Jo was left to her own devices. At one point she thought she spotted Gabe moving through the crowd, and then disappearing out one of the side doors with two very pretty looking brunettes; but she didn’t catch sight of Gray anywhere which she decided she could worry about later. The pair of them had promised her that none of his usual MO ‘fun’ went down on their party week-weekends, so she didn’t feel too concerned about it all.

—

Hour three started poorly.

It was a hand on her ass that did it. At first she’d thought that the shadow had finally come out to the floor, and swatted half heartedly back at the hand with a laugh.

“Gray, hands off.” She said, laughing and shaking her head without missing any steps as she continued to move to the music.

Jo span about in a twirl jokingly, though as a flash of red hair caught her attention from the man behind her instead of the dark of the shadow, she found her ankle twisting and she stumbled back. The man in question reached out, as if to provide a steadying hand but instead wrapped an arm around her waist, hand dipping far too low to be aiming for her waist.

"Steady there, baby, don't want you hurting yourself too early in the night, do we?"

Jo pushed back at the guy's arm, scowl firmly in place. She pushed harder again trying to get the man to let go of his grip on her backside, but just ended up with his other hand gripping her wrist. This was all slightly too familiar yet not at all all the same.

“I said, get your hands off me.” Jo snarled, tugging her arms in towards herself before shoving them back out towards the stranger, hoping to pull him off balance with the move. His grip lightened a little, the hold on her back lost completely as he stumbled a step back and into the backs of a few other dancing girls. They did not appear to react to the bumping other than to continue with their own gyrating in the almost trance or hypnotic way a lot of the crowd seemed to be doing. Some people, like the asshole still holding onto her wrist and a few of the others around that she could see as she looked about herself furiously, head whipping about as she tried to locate a friendly or familiar face, appeared unimpacted by whatever magic Gabriel had set to work on the party and gritting her teeth as the man’s grip tightened and pulled her back in towards him, Jo could imagine she knew why this man and the other’s were free from the Trickster’s magic. They were part of section two, and she had just been unfortunate enough to run into one that seemed Hell bent on getting his ass handed to him.

Jerking her arm back again from him, pulling him off balance again, Jo sent a final look towards the crowd, spotting neither angel nor shadow in her quick glance, before the man had wrapped an arm around her waist and jerked her feet clear of the floor, her back pressed against his chest. She kicked back at his shins with her booted feet as the redhead attempted to drag her into one of the dimly lit booths but not the one she had sat with her two friends. He didn’t get far with that plan though, her foot reaching far enough to hit ball sack with a rather violent kick had him dropping his grip within a second. The next move had Jo spinning out before throwing a fist directly towards his nose. The howl of pain would have distracted the dancers in any ordinary club as the man reeled backwards.

“You fucking whore!” The man growled the words out around his bleeding nose, one hand pressed to it as his other hit out at her with a backhanded slap across the cheek. She could feel the break of her skin and the taste of blood burst into her mouth before the man reached blindly out to grip at her throat harshly.

Jo threw another fist at that point, her lips twisted into a vicious sneer, as the man stumbled back and managed to fall into someone’s back. She moved to step towards him for another blow when she realised that that someone was already moving, reacting and not distracted by the Trickster’s magic, hands wrapping around the redhead man’s arms and holding him in place with a raised brow.

“Well well, looks like you’ve started on the other kind of fun now, sweetie.” Gray smirked widely as he looked at the other man, who appeared to be frozen in place now from the look of his wild eyes and the grunts he gave. Jo couldn’t see the floor in the darkness but she figured that if she could, there would be a dark line directly from one man to another. Gray raised a brow at her for a moment before stepping around the frozen man to reached her side, “You going to keep at it now?”

“Fuck yes I am,” Jo growled the words out, stepping over the joined black mess to drive her knee up into the man’s crotch. The high pitched noise that made it’s way from his throat was clear even over the thrumming music, and even Gray’s powers couldn’t keep the man’s body from collapsing in over itself in pure reaction - or perhaps the shadow let it up a little in sympathy of the man’s plight. That just put his head at the right height for her to drive her knee up again, into his jaw this time with a sickening clack of teeth on teeth. Wiping her hand over her sticky, sweaty forehead, Jo found herself sneering again before throwing another punch, this time towards the man’s bleeding lip. “Don’t fuckin’ touch women without their permission, asshole!”

She had lost count of the punches, kicks and knees before she felt another set of hands on her, this time on her upper arms and drawing her back gently rather than viciously tugging her one way or another, and Jo gave one last kick out - aimed and landing on the now collapsed man’s face - before she allowed Gray to pull her back from the stranger.

Spitting on the floor near her feet, the taste of blood and sweat alike in her mouth metallic and salty at once, Jo looked up at the appreciative look she was receiving from the other as he weaved their way back through the crowd towards their booth. One of his hands slid down her arm and onto her waist, while the other shoved and pushed at people in their way to move them, parting the crowds like the Red Sea itself with very little care.

As they reached the booth, he flagged down one of the strange haired women for another bottle of spirits and pushed her into the booth first before him. “Get in there sweetie, get yourself cleaned up before the angel gets back and starts questioning what kind of fun we got up to unsupervised.”

“Oh yeah, that was totally fun.” The sarcasm was almost poisonous in her words, spitting them from her bleeding lips as Jo wiped her hand across it - unable to tell if the red on her arm was blood or lipstick. This was not something she would be taking a selfie of for her man back home. “I just loved getting manhandled by some creep.”

“Maybe not, but you definitely enjoyed laying into him.” Gray’s voice was gravelly and rough, and Jo wasn��t quite sure what to make of the look he set her as the purple haired magic-woman appeared with another bottle of top-shelf vodka, as well as a cold compress and towels. Gray hadn’t seemed to ask for them, but the ability to bring was someone didn’t know yet they needed appeared to be part of their design. “You sure looked like you were enjoying it. And I definitely was enjoying watching you enjoy it.” There was that dangerous look she knew in his eye as Gray slid into the booth next to her, hand holding out the compress towards her and his eyes focussed a little too long upon her lips.

Taking the icy cold piece, Jo pressed it against her mouth with a small shrug of her shoulder. It wasn’t like she could deny it had felt good driving her knee, and then her fists and then her feet into the asshole who had grabbed at her. It wasn’t like she could deny that it hadn’t been fun and enjoyable alike to watch him crumble and squirm as she dealt out on him, but this wasn’t the type of fun and games she had agreed to with Gabriel.

“Don’t worry too much, sweetie, I’ve already gone and got him sorted - ready for a trip to That 70′s land.” Gray smirked at her, though it lacked the dangerous edge that Jo would have almost called it a smile if she didn’t know better. Thinking over the archangel and the shadow’s friendship, Jo could absolutely see what they were doing together. “When Gabe gets back from the back room, the guy will be enjoying angry raging, bra-burners for the next.... forever.”

“I shouldn’t support that kind of thing.”

“But you know you do.”

Jo shrugged a shoulder again, pulling the compress back from her lips and wiping at them instead with the cloth as the other poured them out a glass each. Tossing the contents back alongside him, the blonde shook her head with a smile. “Maybe I do, perhaps Gabe’s not so far off the base with his trickery games.”

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Hours four and five were a bit of a blur for Jo.

She remembers more dancing, more drinking, more laughing. She remembers being guided through steps to a dance much more elegant than the ones being performed around them. She remembers making a comment about rustled feathers which had all three of them close to tears after Gabriel had returned from his activities alone. She remembers leaning into the archangel’s shoulder and stroking at his hair, something about it being so so soft and having to find out how to bottle angelic grace as a marketing scheme for hair care. She remembers there being a pile of chocolates that appeared at one point, and the rich taste of it in her mouth. She remembers trying to force one of them into eating some, and something about taking it from her lips if he wouldn’t from her hand. She remembers being told not to be stupid, or was it not to do something stupid.

Jo remembers spinning in circles, the lights above her flashing and flickering and lighting and then darkening as she moved in time with the musics rhythm. Jo remembers a hand wrapped around her waist, or perhaps it was two. She definitely remembers doing a full performance to Bohemian Rhapsody with Gabriel’s arm around her shoulder and the pair of them screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs. She thinks she possible even remembers Gray participating the second time around, hand on her waist again. What she isn’t sure she remembers if whether or not she actually got on the table and performed along to another song that made both men hoot at her and drag her off the table top rather than fall flat on her face.

What she doesn’t remember is that performance was to Don’t Cha and that Gabriel had to beg Gray not to encourage her further. She doesn’t remember that at one point she fell asleep with her head pressed against the archangel’s shoulder and he did not move despite it slowing down his fun until she woke thirty minutes later. She doesn’t remember that over her unconcious head that the shadow had filled the other in on what had happened while he was gone, and that the redhaired man that was responsible and had been cowering under the table, frozen and unable to speak for the hours between, had disappeared in a snap of fingers to an even more terrible fate than had been experienced by the others. She doesn’t remember when she woke up that the chocolate arrived to pep her back up, nor that the archangel had eyed her carefully to check that she had no other lasting injuries as she playfully attempted to cajole the shadow into eating something in front of her “for once, just one time!”.

Hour six was the first Jo remembers nothing of, having sunk into a sleep spread across the leather booth seat, her head in Gray’s lap unaware of just where she rested. The absolute last thing she remembered was Gabriel saying that “when she wakes up, it’s party over.”

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Her phone was buzzing loudly next to her ear, reverberating on the wooden table top with a vengence, like a swarm of angry hornets. Her pillow was warm beneath her face but far scratchier than she remembers hotel pillowcases to be. There was a groan that escaped her, as Jo turned over in the tight space and tried to burrow her head closer into the warmth.

“Careful, sweetie, didn’t know you wanted to do that still.” The voice cut through the grogginess of her sleep and alcohol addled mind, and Jo responded with a bite at the pillow-turned-thigh under her head at the rude awakening. The shadow jerked his leg, shoving her up and off of his leg with a yelp. “Whoa! Don’t go getting yourself into trouble!”

“Be quiet then.” Jo grumbled in response, slowly shifting back to sit up, rubbing at her eyes sleepily as she looked about herself with the fuzzy, slow blinking of someone nursing what would soon become a hangover as well as far too little sleep. “What..what time is it?”

“Late enough the runt’s calling to check up on you.” She didn’t have to look at him to see the smirk she was sure on his face as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and collecting the dried crystals from the corners with a frown.

Reaching her hand out to the table top, she fumbled for her clutch before realising her phone was already out and flashing with the picture she used for the caller’s ID - a photo of her pressing a kiss to his cheek while Grey tried not to look into the camera itself - that made her smile as she flicked the answer upwards and pressed the phone to her ear. “Hey hun...”

“What the hell were you doing last night?”

“Huh?”

“Jo, you called me at like two in the morning and said something about handsy idiots and just desserts before someone, I think they said it was Gabe?” Jo grunted what was supposed to be an agreeing noise as the question as she covered her yawn with the back of her hand, and then tried to hid a small laugh as she saw the shadow beside her starting to roll his eyes and mimick what he thought of his brother. Throwing a punch out hsi shoulder at an extremely rude gesture using his hand and mouth, Jo hummed an agreeing noise down the phone again before Grey continued, worry clearly bleeding through his tone. “Gabe said you were about to go to sleep and not to worry, but Jo you were in the middle of a hunt, what happened?”

“Turned out to be Gabe and a friend, it was nothin’ and they’ve agreed to let all - well, most - of the people go home.” Jo replied, smothering another yawn before her own words caught up to her, eyes widening as she looked past Gray for the first time that morning into what was now an empty club except for the archangel-turned-Trickster currently dancing what looked like a lombada with the two brightly haired girls from last night at once while the purple haired one played a tamborine. “And it looks like they’ve already kept their word.”

There was a long pause at the other end of the phone, before a much cheerier sounding voice came through it from the other, soft and gentle and making Jo smile sweetly to herself at hearing it. “Well that’s good to hear then, at least it wasn’t too dangerous and seems all’s ended well. You going to be home tonight?”

“Absolutely. I’ll text you when I’m leavin’ okay hun?” Waiting for the agreeing sounding hum, Jo ran a hand over her hair before adding quietly, “I love you, be home soon ‘kay?”

She waited to hear the same in response before they both hung up, and Jo slipped her phone back into her purse and pulled out heer compact mirror, frowning slightly at the puffiness of her bottom lip and the small cut in it - this week coming would be a lipstick week, but she doubted it would stay longer than that - before the sound of a throat clearing caught her attention, looking out the side of her eye at the shadow watching her.

“You guys are really there, aren’t you?”

“Really where?”

“Happy, content, self-congratulatory, take your pick.” What sounded like it started with a genuine tone slowly shifted into the harsh, jabbing tone instead as Gray sneered at her for a moment. “You’re really there in that fucking honeymoon phase still, even after this long.”

“So what?”

“Just observing, hadn’t seen it up close from your end before, sweetie.” Gray rolled his eyes and then his neck much the same, a few audible pops could be heared before he slid out from the booth. There was a hand held back towards her, but his eyes stayed firmly looking out across the room where Gabe was doing a few last minute clicks of his fingers, rather than waiting or acknowleding he had done it as Jo slid out taking the offered assistance. “Thought the shine might have been wearing off, but I guess you’ve got it sorted for once.”

Jo tilted her head up at him as she felt the first bubble as she moved out of the booth break over her, before she suddenly felt a shift in the world - as if time was speeding up and slowing down in equal measure. “Didn’t figure you would care.”

“I don’t.”

“Good.”

There was silence between them from that point as Gabriel and his three girl minions approached, a wide smile on his face and an arm around two of the girls shoulders (the blue and purple this time).

“Sleeping beauty has finally awoken from her slumber, and what is this? She awakes to a world righted, persons back where they belong and a magically removed headache to boot? Aren’t you the lucky one.” Gabriel smiled widely as he reached the pair, a hand next to the purple-haired girl’s face clicked and Jo suddenly felt a lot, lot better than she had upon waking - the nausea and the headache gone miraculously - before he plowed right ahead. “All our little partiers have gone off to bed, and I was about to head off to somewhere ...fun and sunny for a little while. If you want to join me at some point, Gray, I’ll be in the Caribbean. And Joanna, gorgeous, my dear - if you ever want to come and play again, you now have an open invite to the last night of any of my super chill, close friends of a hundred gatherings in future.”

Jo flushed a little at the man’s words, crossing her arms under her chest before smiling back at the Trickster who wasn’t nearly all bad at all. “Perhaps I’ll take you up on that, Gabe. Hope you enjoy the sun down there instead of up here.”

“Oh trust me, it’s by far the best vacation spot for an exhausted, partied out old archangel like me.” Gabe’s face was in that infuriating grin that made Jo want to smile back just as big every time she saw it as he let go of the two girls, all three of them vanishing in a puff of smoke, to wrap her into a hug for a short moment. Jo wasn’t sure how he always knew, but somehow he always knew. “Now, I’ll drop you to your car on the way out, shall I?”

“What a gentleman.” Jo quipped back, holding tightly to her purse as she smiled at him and nodded in agreement. There was a second, before she looked across to the other man as the archangel appeared to be waiting for them to big their goodbyes. Flushing a bit as she felt the throb of her sore lip at her smiling so much, Jo gave the other a short, sharp nod of the head. “I’ll catch you round, Gray?”

“Not if I don’t catch you first.” The shadow’s reply with quick, smirk back on his face for the briefest of seconds before he gave a short nod to his party-buddy and then disappeared in black smoke.

Jo could feel the rumble of a laugh coming from Gabe’s chest before the sound made it out, and turning her head up to look up at him, she found herself laughing to right as the pull of angelic travel started and she knew she’d be deposited at her car door safe and sound any second.

Somehow, she knew she’d definitely been brought up to speed, and maybe just could get the chance to catch up again another time. Better than dealing with a bunch of vampires any night.

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#CA #jopov #cc

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Poison-Wielding Fugitive Chapter 28

“Hmm…” “You don’t have to worry about balance.”

I’ve had my fair share of MMORPGs. I played when my friends needed someone to fill a role. But I couldn’t always play with my friends. Right now, our problem is filling whatever gap we have in our party, but we’ve got our assumptions wrong.

Certainly, specialized classes are ultimately stronger than regular classes and it may be good for team comp too. However, if we lose any party members, we stand to lose a lot. It might be easier to explain this way. Imagine a party of three: a Warrior, Priest, and Mage. The party definitely looks well-balanced. Everybody has their own role. But what if you take out the Priest? Would they lose the ability to make battle? The team’s ability to heal is now very limited and that would make fighting difficult. If you split everyone up to specific roles, you create a dependence on your teammates. It’s got its pros and cons.

It might be good to be able to help out when needed. Perhaps instead of a Warrior, you can have a Paladin who can do some light healing as well. Or maybe have a Red Mage, who can use both black and white magic. When your Warrior is wounded and out of the fight, your Priest might fare well if they have proficiency in close-quarter combat. There’s no rule about how you absolutely have to specialize in your role. No one said you can’t be a jack of all trades. Well… it would be nice if a single person can do everything, but realistically, that’s a little naïve. And if you could, you wouldn’t need comrades.

“You also don’t need to try to merely support how Muu and I already are. It might be easier to think of how you can add yourself in.”

Of course, this party is only until they figure out and prove that I’m the guy on the wanted poster. It wouldn’t be bad for us to experiment with different formations for experience’s sake.

“I’ve only been the rearguard up ‘til now, but I can leave the back to you and take the middle. It doesn’t really matter either, since I can be effective at both the front or the back.”

“Muu, muu.”

Muu agrees with me as well.

“If we have Muu fight in the front the whole time, he’d probably get worn out and we’d have to head back home. So, it’s not that we don’t need a healer either.” “… alright. Then I’ll be the rearguard and support you and Muu with magic.” “Great. Then let’s head back to town and change jobs… no, then we’d have to double back. I’ll just have you remain as a Chemist for now and we can slay and harvest here in the swamp.” “Okay.”

With that, we walk into the toxic swamp.

Normally, we only go until the entrance of the dungeon. But the swamp is pretty big after all, so there’s still more to the back. I was thinking it’d be nice to slay and gather in the dungeon, but a warning came from Veno. Arleaf’s equipment won’t protect her from the toxic gas around the second floor. Even though her gas mask seems pretty heavy-duty… Though it wouldn’t be impossible for her to head in the dungeon, she’ll have a hard time fighting down there. So instead, we compromised and headed deeper into the swamp.

The monsters in the back of the swamp only differs a little than the ones we’ve already seen. A floating cell-like monsters called Burnt Umber Volvox appeared, and along with it, a Reed Grey Roach… manhole-sized nightmarish monstrosities. The former is a ball that moves by jumping around and was easily pierced through by shots from my crossbow. Poison was somewhat effective against it as well.

The Reed Grey Roach… hmm, it moves around quickly, making it hard to deal with. It’s good at dodging too. It doesn’t seem too aggressive though, so as long as we don’t get too close to them, we should be fine. Muu cleaves with his axe and misses. Seemingly as retaliation, he sprayed his spores as an area of effect attack and then gave the roach an uppercut with its right fist. This turned out to be such a fierce fight.

“Fire Bullet!”

From behind me comes a fireball launched by Arleaf, heading towards the Reed Grey Roach. It missed… but the fire seems to be chasing the Reed Grey Roach. The fire blazed a trail on the ground and burnt the roach to death.

‘Reed Grey Roaches secrete a large volume of oil on their surface, making fire attacks more effective physical attacks. It matters not how quickly the roach moves; it still secretes oil while doing so. Hence, it is easy to ignite and burn. Thou must think it to be an insect, however, it is a viscous fluid… a type of slime.’

That’s quite the strange list of attributes. Where does the oil come from, where does it go?

‘The oil is a part of its body. It does not disappear. The core simply bears an uncanny resemblance to an insect.’

Whatever it is, it gives me the creeps and I don’t really want to fight another one. But more importantly, I got to see Arleaf use magic. Pretty impressive stuff.

‘Fire Bullet. It is beginner’s fire magic and not a particularly difficult spell to use.’

Veno pulls up a bunch of information regarding the spell Arleaf had casted and begins to explain. I’ve said it before, but I need to sit down and process it, so show me later.

‘And this is Flame of Megiddo.’

As he says that, Veno shows me the difference between Fire Bullet and Flame of Megiddo in a zoomed-out point of view. A hundred Fire Bullets couldn’t even compare to a single Flame of Megiddo. I know it’s amazing and all but show it to me afterwards. Veno acts like he’s been alone for too long. Finally, he’s made a friend and so he’s always trying to get more attention.

‘Hmph… I am not needy! I desire not attention from thee!’

That totally doesn’t prove my point.

‘It seems like no matter what I say, thine opinion of me shall change not. Thou shall see! Do not make light of a dragon!’

Yeah, yeah. You’re helpful at explaining stuff to me and I’m grateful for you, so please, save your lecture on magic for later. But… how and what should I say to Arleaf? If I show that I was moved because it’s my first-time seeing magic, she’ll definitely suspect something.

‘Thou may not have seen it much, but magic is not that uncommon. Avoid showing how thou truly feel.’

As I thought. In that case…

“Mm. Good teamwork there. Just be absolutely sure to not hit Muu with it please.”

I assume Muu is weak to fire since he’s a mushroom. If he gets roasted to death, it’d be a sad situation. In more ways than one.

“Mu!”

“I’ll be fine!” is what I can only assume Muu is meaning by his shadowboxing.

“Okay! You’re really something as a Poison-Wielder too, Yukihisa.”

Arleaf is probably talking about how I can condense the swamp’s toxins and release it as a poisonous mist, right? It’s not like I was sniping my targets from far away. I was standing somewhat close with my crossbow and hitting them with poison, but that’s only easy ‘cause of the distance. Maybe it’s thanks to Arleaf’s cooking, but I can nimbly move around. I get quite a bit of experience too. Not bad at all.

“I’m just alright. There’s a lot I had to figure out on my own. I’m learning as I go along.” “Besides firing your crossbow, it seems it’s all magic for you… but that’s probably not the case, right?” “Mm.”

I create a sphere of toxin with Poison Release to show her. The blob floats on my hand. I think Veno said that it’s not magic, but I don’t exactly understand the reasoning behind using it either. Maybe it’s due to Spirit Link or perhaps, as Veno theorized, it’s something I was born with. Which reminds me, some time in the future, we’re probably gonna encounter monsters capable of magic too. But how about those guys? Are they learners of magic too?

‘I can only say that it depends on each circumstance. Of course, there are beings who are born knowing magic.’ “Well, it’s just powers of my class. Now then, let’s continue exploring.” “Okay.”

Let’s store away the defeated monsters before we move on. We’re obviously not taking the ashes of the burnt Reed Grey Roach.

‘Did Muu not slay a monster? The oil extracted from it would be useful.’

… not for cooking, right? Something like lamp oil, I hope.

‘Though it is edible?’

No way in hell that’s happening. I don’t want to eat anything fried in that grease, for my sanity’s sake.

‘Understandably difficult. But if thou cook it well, it turns out nice and crunchy.’

Those are chips that I absolutely do no want to eat. Don’t you dare share the flavor with me. No, actually, I’ll just stuff my cheeks with Arleaf’s cooking at the same time.

‘Darest thou threaten me?! Good grief…’

I’m not that picky of an eater, but I hate stuff like stewed grasshoppers. Just thinking about the salty-sweet soy sauce flavor makes me want to gag.

‘Again with the pickiness… I am not demanding anything that absurd from you. I do have an interest in delicacies, but this is not much of an acquired taste, aye? By the way, is sweet soy sauce delicious?’

Veno is a dragon with a sweet tooth. No surprise he’s interested in sweet soy sauce. Unfortunately for you, the soy sauce-side is a bit strong, so you can’t call it a dessert. But people dip mochi in sweet soy sauce too. Which side would you put that on? And then there’s mitarashi dango, which should be a dessert. It’s hard to draw the line… but let’s save the sweet soy sauce talk for later. Not to mention that I don’t even know if there’s soy sauce in this world.

‘Going by thy memories… I remember seeing a similar condiment.’

And as I’ve said, we’re not talking about this anymore! While we were talking, Arleaf and I were picking herbs as we progressed deeper into the swamplands. And then…

“We should soon be able to see the main entrance to the dungeon,” said Arleaf after going fairly far into the swamp.

“Oh, was this side the proper entrance?”

The entrance with the altar that Muu and I changed jobs with was originally just a separate cave. Now its remains are connected to the dungeon. So it makes sense that this should be considered the proper entrance.

“Yep. It would be easier to go to deeper levels through this way too.” “Is that right?”

The altar connects to the second floor, but to get to the third floor, you’ve gotta use this entrance, I think.

“Do you tend to explore dungeons, Yukihisa?” “Hmm… to tell you the truth, I don’t really think of it like that. I only come here because it’s easy to fight.”

I can’t forget the real reason why I’m here. We’ve got to find a way to free me from this Forced Possession Summoning while escaping the people chasing me. That’s also the reason why I’m trying to level up. It’s not like my goal is to explore dungeons. I mean, not that I’m totally uninterested though.

“I see. It would hard for me the way I am right now… and I would only drag you down.” “Then consider us to be on a stroll until the sun goes down.”

I can’t push her too hard either. Sure, she’s a comrade to us, but only for a limited time.

“Do you wanna fight a few more monsters before we go home?” “Yes. And before we return… are you planning to go for a soak?”

She’s still hung up on that, eh?

“Umm… I wouldn’t do so since you’re here with me, Arleaf.”

Since it turns out there are people watching me and I don’t know what they’re scheming… But I can’t deny that soaking in the toxic water feels as fantastic as soaking in an onsen. I was considering to maybe just dip my toes in, or maybe I’ll get a little cheeky and have Muu stand guard for me, when all of a sudden…

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” “Yeah!” “H-Heal…” “I know!”

Oh? There are a few adventurers over by the entrance of the dungeon that ran past us.

‘Beware. It is possible that they are in midst of fleeing from a monster.’

Ah… that’s certainly a possibility. Maybe it’s time for me to bust out some poison again. Seems like Arleaf immediately noticed them run behind us. She looks like she’s ready to hightail out of here too. Maybe I can let out a toxic mist to cover our back. But… I can’t sense any monsters around here.

“Muu?”

In the end, the adventurers left, and peace returned.

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llaevateinn · 7 years ago

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Puppy Problems 2: Carsickness

(Read Puppy Problems 1 here. For this one there is a slight trigger warning for blood and vomit.)

Gabriel was just done radioing Winston at Watchpoint: Gibraltar, telling him that the mission had been a success and he and Jack managed to extract the information from the Argentinian servers without too much of a fuss – which was totally a lie – when he heard a crashing sound from somewhere behind him. With a sigh he secured the drive containing their loot and checked their autopilot again. That done, he felt safe enough to deal with whatever problem had surely arisen in the two minutes he was gone.

“Jack?” he called out. “You okay back there?”

There was no reply of course, but a second, smaller crashing sound echoed through the ORCA instead. Resigned, Gabriel exited the cockpit and descended the few steps to the common area, where agents would usually sit and while away the time during an intercontinental flight like this. Instead of agents, there was only one sheepish looking hellhound. He had both front paws on the rec table, trying to sit like a person, but the wide-eyed look told Gabriel everything.

“What did you do,” he sighed, not expecting an answer.

Jack ducked is head and nosed at his paws in the canid equivalent of inspecting his nails and whistling innocently.

“Did you rip off the toilet seat again? I told you to go pee before liftoff, the toilets in here aren’t meant for non-humanoid creatures. It’s an old ORCA, without the barrier-free access to bathroom equipment.”

Jack pointedly shifted, turning his back on Gabriel.

“Come on, don’t be like that. Whatever you did, I’m going to find out, but instead of making me search for whatever it is, you could just show me. It can’t be that bad.”

Suddenly, Jack was off like a cracker, speeding across the entire length of the ORCA, and nearly crashing into a wall on the way to the cockpit. He failed to open the door with his paws, and threw a desperate look back at Gabriel.

“What was that supposed to achieve, huh?”

With a loud huff, Jack came slinking back, tail tucked between his legs. It was such a sad sight that, though he knew it was just Jack being overly dramatic, he had to give him a few comforting ear rubs.

“You know I’m not mad, whatever happened, yeah? Just show me, I’ll deal with it, and it’s all good. I know it’s hard to adjust to only having paws, and not being able to speak. So I’m never going to get mad, okay?”

Jack eventually led him to the bathroom, as Gabriel had expected. He stood hunched next to the door, refusing to meet Gabriel’s eyes or otherwise engage, and it struck him as odd.

“Okay, let’s see what we got here.”

He pushed inside the cramped little room, expecting to see water splashed everywhere, or perhaps pee on the floor, or a broken wash basin. He did not expect to encounter the puddle of blood, or the acid stench of vomit, both of which were also smeared on the walls.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, backing out again. “Jack?”

The skitter of claws on the floor was the only warning he got before Jack barreled past him, disappearing under the narrow gap beneath one of the seats.

“Jack,” he called out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were still- … I mean, I thought- …”

He cut himself off with a curse. Looking back on their mission, he wondered whether he should have seen the signs – if there had been any. It was remarkable how long Jack must have held out and hid this from him. But as he returned to survey the chaos, the bathroom looking like a crime scene, Gabriel despaired. He had hoped they were over this. The ORCA didn’t have equipment to deal with this properly, and he couldn’t afford to let Winston and the others know.

The mess wasn’t important now. Though it nauseated Gabriel, the sight of blood, with chunks of flesh and bone, and the putrid smell of bile, he had to take care of Jack.

“It’s okay, puppy,” he whispered, kneeling down next to the seat Jack had decided to seek refuge under. “I’m not angry. There’s no one here to punish you for being carsick. We’re free, remember? We’re not with Talon anymore. We’re on our way home, and I’m going to take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

Continuing his litany of reassurances, he closed his eyes and reached under the seat. He barely registered the first bite, or the second. The third one caught him on his forearm, though, and he had to resist the urge to pull free, knowing it would only make things worse. At least those razor sharp teeth had not broken through his skin yet, though he knew they could do so very easily.

“You’re safe now, I’m here. There isn’t going to be a cage, and I’m going to feed you proper food, and there is a bed waiting for us, and a bath if you want. We’re free. We’re not going back there, I promise. No one will hurt you for this. I’m sure Angela will patch you up in no time.”

When Jack finally allowed him to pet his fur, he was devastated, feeling the trembles wrack through the body beneath his fingers. He wondered whether, if he were able, Jack would be whimpering and crying. More than ever, he wished they could talk. He wished Jack could tell him what was wrong. Whether he was in pain, of if it was just the horror of being reminded of the things they had to do while they were in Talon.

Sometimes he could barely remember who he was. Who he used to be. It got drowned in a haze of red, a curtain falling and swallowing the world, drowning it in blood and pain. A voice would call him by his name – Jack, Jack, Jack – and he would try, he would try so hard to reply, but he was never allowed to make a sound. Sound was bad. He’d learned that early on.

Most of the time now he could tell what was real, and what was the curse painting colors and shapes over his vision to drive him into a rage. When he found Gabriel, he found a kind of peace that let him hold on to himself for longer. To resist the current of revenge, hunger, fury and agony. Certain things were dangerous, though. And today he nearly crossed a line he knew should not be crossed, unless he wanted to lose himself forever.

He was ashamed at the loss of control he had shown today. Gabriel had not seen it, distracted with his own fire, his own foes and victims. And it was wonderful to behold him in his true glory. But the taste of blood, of human flesh … it had nearly been enough.

Hiding under the seat in the ORCA, he squinted his eyes shut. He knew he didn’t deserve Gabriel’s affections. Perhaps he never had, but he was certain that he did not anymore, not now.

Gabriel may have done things. May have followed orders and been coerced. Partially, this was Jack’s fault too. If not for him, for the cage they kept him in at Talon, Gabriel may have escaped sooner. But never, ever, had he found enjoyment in his handiwork. Pride, perhaps. For his skill, and the service it did humankind, to rid the world of evil.

Jack, on the other hand, had learned to love the sound bone made when it got crushed to dust between his powerful teeth. The heat of fresh blood flooding his mouth. The give of flesh beneath his claws. It was wrong. It was the curse. It wasn’t him.

No matter how many times he told that to himself, he still knew. Inside, he was ruined. Something inside him had bent and broken, shaped into something that did not deserve the care and love Gabriel showed him.

And yet. His hand still caressed his fur, no matter how unpleasant it was to the touch. He still smiled at him, no matter how misshapen and torn his face. He still kissed his brow, no matter how little he deserved it.

Sometimes he forgot himself, and things happened. Things that Gabriel had to take care of. He tried to rid himself of the evidence of his failure, only to make matters worse. But as he crawled out from under the seat, pressing his nose into Gabriel’s palm in apology, he resolved to hold on to his name. To fight tooth and nail not to forget anymore.

For Gabriel. For him, he would do anything.

Next part: Puppy Problems 3: Hygiene

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your-brother-crutchie · 7 years ago

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Prosopagnosic

Race has been hiding his Prosopagnosia for three years but it just keeps getting harder.

So, I took inspiration from Holding Up the Universe for this but, at the same time, I only took the Prosopagnosia (because I didn’t know about it before). It’s been a long time since I read that book and I didn’t like it much so the ideas are my own.

Race kept his head down on the way through the school hall. It had been three years and, as of one week ago, Race had finally got a diagnosis. After falling from the gangway of Medda’s theatre, Race had managed to knock something in his brain a little out of whack. He struggled to recognise people, not understanding how all of their features came together to form a face that he should be able to distinguish straight away.

He smiled at everyone he passed, waving occasionally as he tried to keep on everyone’s good sides. Race’s number one rule was to be passively friendly to anyone. Make no enemies and you can avoid most of the issues.

“Hey, Race!”

This was the worst situation. People who used his nickname tended to be his friends but, sometimes, other kids that he knew from classes would call out to him when they passed. Race felt time running in slow motion as he analysed the person walking up to him.

Tall. Dark hair. Green eyes. Nose.

“I heard you were out yesterday afternoon because of a doctor’s appointment. How are you?” Davey smiled, pausing outside his locker to collect his things as Race came to rest beside him.

He laughed, suddenly nervous as he realised that he’d gone three years, struggling through and managing not to tell any of his friends that he had an issue. Now that he had a name for it, Race should probably let people know but, suddenly, he was worried that people would still laugh at him for it.

Race gulped, considering his options before settling with, “Yeah, good. I’m fine.”

When he turned down the hall, Race smiled when he saw Crutchie heading towards them. Crutchie was the only person that Race could pick out straight away because of his crutch. He had to be careful, however, because he almost got incredibly confused when Specs came in on crutches one morning.

“Race, Davey, have you seen Jack? I need him to paint some last minute set pieces.” Crutchie seemed desperate, he was glancing around quickly, nodding politely to pretty much everyone as he scanned the crowd. He turned back to the boys, seeing Race shaking his head and laughing slightly, “Race, you never know where anyone is. I swear, it’s like you don’t even know who we are half the time!”

Laughing uncomfortably, Race nodded before a pair of hands covered his eyes. He jumped about a mile, trying to shake them off before settling when the person behind him laughed, “Guess who.” He knew that his friends didn’t know what was wrong with him but Race couldn’t help but feel like this was just an unnecessary taunt.

“It’s not Jack because Crutchie would have pounced on him by now. It’s not Specs or Romeo because they come as a double act and I haven’t heard Romeo’s annoying laugh yet. It’s not Jojo because he has more sense than to accost someone in the hallway and it’s not Darcy because he’s usually in the library about now. Albert was a possibility but Albert smells like bubblegum all the time and you have the distinct scent of Lynx so, either you’ve been fucking Spot Conlon or you’re the King of Brooklyn himself.”

When he had to blink against the harsh, fluorescent lights, Race knew he’d done well, “Nice work, Pasta, I’m impressed. Remember though, there’s only one spot in my bed and it’s got your name on it.” Race turned around to see Spot …

Short. Angry. Tooth gap. Lynx.

… smirking at him.

Spot and Race were not involved. They were friends and that was all. Spot’s favourite joke, however, was to insinuate that there could be a chance between them. It was cruel and it was mean but Spot didn’t know that Race was gay so what could he expect? Or that Race was a little bit obsessed with the Brooklyn boy. Just a little bit though. It wasn’t like he was completely head-over-heels for this boy who would probably never even look at him like that.

“In your dreams, Brooklyn.” Race smiled, leaning back against the lockers as Spot leaned forwards with a grin. He couldn’t help but have to flick his eyes away to avoid following slightly when Spot stepped back again.

Rolling his eyes, Davey apologised to Crutchie that he couldn’t help him either before watching him leave, only turning back to Spot and Race when Crutchie had turned the corner. Davey wasn’t blind, he was aware of Race’s potential feelings, they were what made their interactions painful to watch, “I have to head to English now. I’ll see you two at the basketball court later?”

Their friend group always met at the basketball court when school ended. It had benches in the shade for whilst they waited for everyone to turn up and, for those that wanted to, they could have intense mini basketball matches. Race used to love basketball. He was really good at it, as well. Unfortunately, since he’d hit his head, he couldn’t play. The split second you got to decide whether you wanted to pass or not wasn’t quite long enough for him to figure out who the person standing to his right was or whether or not they were on his team.

When Spot and Race nodded, Davey smiled, closed his locker and went on his way to English with his arms full of books that weren’t always particularly necessary. The two boys watched him go, neither quite understanding why you would take more supplies than you needed. Race showed up to lessons with a pen and that was all. Occasionally, he took a pencil instead.

Race had been let out of class early and was dribbling a basketball around the court as he waited for his friends to be let out. He smiled, feeling the roughness of the ball under his fingers before shooting and watching the ball sink easily through the hoop. He shot again and again, scoring every time, before running forward for a layup, slamming the ball into the hoop and hanging for a moment before dropping to the ground and collecting the ball.

“Jesus Christ, Pasta, you’re bloody good! I want you on my team today.” Race jumped as he swung around, seeing someone standing and watching him, clapping as they stepped onto the court.

Lynx.

Shaking his head quickly, Race let the ball drop to the ground and bounce away from him, cowering from the idea of having to take part in the match when the others showed up, “No, I- no. I don’t play basketball.” He watched tentatively as Spot grabbed the ball, bouncing it a couple of times before passing it to Race and nodding as his instincts quickly brought his hands up to catch it.

As Spot chuckled, he flicked his eyebrows up and gestured for Race to pass it back, “I think you do.” Race and Spot passed the ball between them for a few minutes, showing off with trick shots and technical dribbling.

When more of their friends started appearing, Race checked them off one-by-one in his head. Albert, Finch, Darcy, Buttons, Jojo, Katherine, Jack, Davey, Sarah, Crutchie, Specs, Romeo, Elmer, and Smalls. Teams were made on the go, with Albert, Jojo, and Smalls joining Spot and Race to play against, Finch, Katherine, Jack, Sarah, and Elmer.

As the game got underway, Race tried to avoid the ball as much as possible as Spot and Smalls led the team. He ignored the funny looks from Spot as he flinched back from the ball when it was passed to him, freezing and panicking when he caught it before throwing it to Elmer, despite Elmer being on the other team.

He would block Jojo instead of Elmer but no one quite understood why. Whenever Race was near the net, he scored perfectly. The problem was that he kept passing to the other team so that they could score too. Eventually, Spot pulled him away in a timeout and made him look at him, “Hey? What’s going on? You distracted or something?” Race simply cleared his throat as he pulled away from Spot, turning to see all of his friends watching them before cringing towards Spot again for protection.

“I’m just not good at basketball. I forget who’s on the teams.” Poking his head out and seeing that no one was watching anymore, Race took a step back as his shoulders sagged.

Spot laid a hand on Race’s shoulder to keep him in place as he stepped after him, “If you still can’t remember that we have Jojo and not Elmer then maybe you should get that checked, Race? I’m only worried about you.” He watched Race’s eyes, obviously trying to watch for a slip up as Race simply stared back in defiance.

Tensing his shoulders and pushing Spot away slightly, Race brought his posture as tall as possible to tower over the Brooklyn boy with a snarl lingering on his lips, “I’m fine! I told you, I just don’t play basketball! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I forgot something from my locker.” Race shoved Spot out of his way as he barged passed, ignoring the confused stares and whispers from his friends, ones he couldn’t be bothered to identify for that split second.

As he stalked down the corridors, anger bubbling behind his eyes, Race heard an, “Oi, Higgins!” over his shoulder. ‘Higgins’ was common for his friends. He wouldn’t have been surprised by, ‘oi,’ either, and the tone, although harsh, wasn’t particularly out of character for Spot or Finch. So, Race turned around and walked closer, ready to confront them about following him.

Big mistake.

Feeling a shove on his shoulder, Race furrowed his eyebrows. The boys stood in front of him were identical, or at least, Race thought they were.

Dark hair. Twins. ???

There was a part of Race that wondered whether it could be Jojo and Darcy but those boys were too gentle. They wouldn’t be shoving him around and snarling at him. However, Race didn’t want to just punch them incase it was two of his friends.

“We heard you’ve been sniffing around our sister.”

So they were definitely brothers but they weren’t Jojo and Darcy. Those two didn’t have a sister. They definitely weren’t any of his friends because no one cared anymore, Jack had dated basically everyone anyway, and Race hadn’t met any of their sisters. Although Race was very gay, he also wasn’t out so the rumour wasn’t too far-fetched but it did mean that he had absolutely no idea which female they were referring to since he wasn’t actually at all interested in any.

Clearing his throat gently, Race raised his hands between them to show that he was innocent before opening his mouth and potentially making a fool out of himself, “Look, boys, you’re going to have to be more specific.” Yep, he managed to make a fool out of himself.

A fist was cracking against Race’s cheek before he even saw it coming. It sent him spiralling, smacking against the floor before stretching his jaw out painfully as he tried to clamber to his feet. However, hands pushed him down again, sending him back to the floor before he felt feet landing blows on his side. Over and over again.

“Hey, Oscar, Morris! Clear off!” The Delancey brothers, not twins after all, ran when they heard someone coming down the corridor. Race immediately tried to scramble to his feet, coughing and wincing as he felt his bruises burning as they formed.

Arms suddenly came to help him but Race shoved them off quickly, trying not to show his pain as he stood up straight and disregarded the person who’d helped him immediately. All of his friends were outside so it couldn’t be any of them, “Look, thanks, mate, but I’ve got it, okay? I’ve got to get back to my friends.” He shrugged the boy away, regarding him with hostility to scare him but finding him just watching him instead, “What?”

The boy seemed to take a step back, not quite understanding what was happening as Race just looked at him blankly, “Race, it’s Jack. Did you hit your head or something?” Race’s eyes flared as he immediately took in Jack’s face, piecing together his features for the first time.

Dark hair. Flat cap. Jawline. Paint splatters.

Race backed away, realising that he probably couldn’t keep hiding anymore. It wasn’t like Jack was going to keep this to himself. He was the kind of person who asked other people what to do about situations that he didn’t understand.

Sighing, Race felt his back hitting the lockers and sank down to the floor, “Get Spot.” He dropped his head into his hands, knowing that Jack would probably bring Crutchie and Davey as well. Honestly, that was better. As few times as Race had to explain this as possible was a lot more preferable.

When Jack returned with Crutchie, Davey, and Spot, Race gestured for them to join him and immediately leaned against Spot, who sat next to him. Race mulled it over for a few moments, thinking about how he could say this without offending them.

Your faces aren’t memorable enough for me.

“Okay, um. For three years now I’ve had real trouble being able to put faces to names- as in, regardless of how long I’ve known you. Like, instead, I have to manually put together your distinguishing features and work it out. It just takes me looking away to lose you again and, even though logic tells me it’s still the same person when I blink, I can’t see that. I actually went to the doctor a lot last week and they’ve- um. They’ve diagnosed me with Prosopagnosia, which is the thing that I thought it was.”

Within seconds, Davey was googling and handing his phone around to the other boys as Race sat in silence, waiting for them to say something.

“After you fell from the gangway … Wait, so, if we’re not in front of you, you don’t know what we look like?” Jack asked hesitantly, handing the phone to Spot who was reading quickly, and looked up to Race.

Swallowing, Race nodded carefully before pausing to think about it, “Well, I know that Spot has a gap between his teeth and smells like Lynx and I know that Davey has a strong nose and that you’ve usually got paint on your face but I can’t picture it. You’re easy, Crutch, but I did get confused when Specs broke his leg.”

Crutchie smiled softly, pulling Race into his side when he saw that he had tears quivering behind his eyes, “It’s okay, Race. We’re not going to stop loving you for something you can’t help.” He hugged the Italian boy, accepting the phone from Spot and nudging Race upright and towards him.

When Race looked towards Spot, he saw the boy watching him carefully, offering his arms for Race to fall into, “Race, I think you’re perfect, okay? Were you mixing up Jojo and Elmer on the basketball court?”

Nodding shamefully, Race hid his head in the crook of Spot’s neck as he struggled against tears. He’d been so worried about this for three whole years, hiding desperately as best as he could, and here were some of his best friends telling him that they loved him anyway, “I didn’t have enough time between passes.” Race felt Spot’s hand on the back of his head, slowly drifting through his curls before pulling him away gently.

“Hey, Race? Nobody here is shaming you for this.” Spot stared into Race’s eyes until the boy nodded with him, finally clicking that he was okay. When Race closed his eyes to sigh deeply, he opened them again to find that Spot’s gaze had fallen to below his nose. He snapped back upwards, however, and Race took it as him simply breaking eye contact for a second, “We all love you.”

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World Collision -- Chapter 20

Boy, this has come a long way. Two chapters remain to be posted...I’ll probably have them up before the end of June.

Here we go.

Final Assault

Myra was shaken awake some hours later by a gentle hand. She opened her eyes and looked up from where she was leaning against the cave-like metal wall.

Flare-Up was standing over her, with an expression on her face that looked nothing like the grim determination she’d had every time Myra had seen her before. She seemed sad, which startled Myra into wakefulness.

She didn’t think that Flare-Up could even look sad anymore.

“Get up,” Flare-Up said quietly. “We’re moving now.”

Myra yawned and pulled herself up to her feet, leaning against the wall.

Flare-Up’s expression hardened into the familiar, severe seriousness that she’d had when Myra had first seen her fully aware of her surroundings. “The others are waiting by the barrier leading into the Dark City. We’ve got one shot, and then the Time Barriers won’t let anyone cross. Not even World Jumpers.”

“They can do that?” Myra asked nervously.

“Unfortunately. When time and space as we know it are tearing themselves apart, they get to be even more powerful than even a World Jumper can handle. So watch your step when we go through this time.”

Myra gulped and nodded.

Flare-Up nodded in response, then stepped out of the room. Myra followed after her, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and feeling more alert now than she did when she’d wandered the streets of the Dark City alone.

The Time Barrier between the Cyber Zone and the Dark City Zone was connected – somehow – to the barrier that separated them from the Dungeon Zone.

Myra thought she saw the Time Barrier leading into the Dungeon Zone move towards them an inch, causing her to jump back a little. Flare-Up saw her move and nodded slightly before moving towards the other barrier.

“Do you all know what you’re doing?” Flare-Up asked. “It’s going to become extremely dangerous when we step through and start, especially if we put what we planned into motion in order to spread their sources thin.”

“We’ve got it.” Nightwing gave a thumbs-up.

“You talked to Batman?”

“I did. I’ll leave it up to him what he does, but I don’t think that he’s going to be able to stay out of things and watch the rest of us scramble around for much longer.” Nightwing looked up at the dark sky. “I know where the Watchtower is, at least. It won’t be hard for them to drop down and join us.”

“Batman’s coming down?” Myra asked in amazement.

“Maybe. We’ll have to see what he decides to do. In the meantime, we’ve got other things to worry about.” Nightwing looked over at the barrier, which was turning an almost deep purple. “The Time Barrier doesn’t look like it’s going to let us cross.”

“Leave that to me.” Flare-Up cracked her knuckles, then motioned for Seeker to join her at the Time Barrier. “We’re going to need to make a hole.”

“Got it.” Seeker grinned. He stood next to Flare-Up. “Ready when you are, little sis.”

Flare-Up’s expression soured, but she said nothing as she held her hands up against the slowly-turning-purple barrier in front of them. Seeker mimicked her movements.

Something bright blue-white pulsed from their hands; Myra stiffened in surprise at the sight of it, but her expression quickly turned to awe as the color of the barrier changed from purple to bright pink as it became more translucent.

“GO!” Flare-Up yelled.

Nightwing and the rest of their eclectic group did not need to be told twice. They bolted for the barrier and passed through it with relative ease before splitting in different directions on the streets that made of the dark, foreboding city in the center of the collided worlds.

“Myra!” Flare-Up motioned with her head.

Myra shook herself out of her awe at the light show and dove through the barrier. She felt almost no push against her at all, which surprised her enough that she went into a roll on the street before she managed to scramble to her feet.

She looked back just as Seeker and Flare-Up scrambled through themselves, only for the Time Barrier to go from transparent to pink to purple in a fast cascade of colors.

Flare-Up took in a breath, then forced her shoulders to relax. “All right. We’re essentially trapped here until the universe collapses or I set off the Continuum Shift, whichever comes first. I have some unfinished business to attend to before then, so let’s hope space holds on until I have a chance to confront the people I need to.”

“Seeker, we have to move.” Nightwing – the only person left behind from when the others scattered – stepped forward and clapped a hand on Seeker’s shoulder. “The others are already starting to move. You ready for this?”

Seeker hesitated, then nodded a little. “Yeah.” He looked between Flare-Up and Myra. “Good luck, both of you. You’re going to need it.”

Flare-Up nodded. “The same to you.”

Seeker remained standing for a moment, then turned and ran down the street, Nightwing falling into step next to him.

Cries started going up around the city, followed by roars and explosions. Myra could see buildings starting to be torn apart and falling to the ground.

“Come on. They’re using my name to get the attention of the people that have been MindTech’d, but it’s not going to last for long.” Flare-Up jumped up in the air, and the hoverboard on her back slipped under her feet. She held out a hand to Myra. “We have to find Airam.”

Space Break

“Wahoo! Come, Guardians! We have names from Very Naughty List to teach lesson!”

“Tch.” Pitch watched as North bounded out of the chamber, squashing elves under his feet to destroy the MindTech on them as Tooth Fairy, Sandman, the Easter Bunny, and Jack Frost followed after him. “I forgot how annoyingly jolly that man is.”

“It’s a good thing.” Kia was walking around the back portion of the ice-covered chamber. “With him back, the wonder and hope at reversing what the Dark Arms have done will hit everyone in the World Collision, regardless of the Zone they happen to be in. We’ve just helped Flare-Up and her allies much more than we could have by being there in person.”

“Hmph.” Pitch tilted his head slightly, then glided closer to where Kia was inspecting the wall. “And what exactly are you looking for?”

“Some clue as to how the Dark Arms began their conquest.” Kia stopped moving and put a hand on the ice wall, frowning. “They may have placed the center of their empire in the Dark City because it is where the worlds merged best, but that doesn’t mean that was where they began the World Collision. It should be the remnants of a dimension somewhere near here….”

Kia leaned in closer to the ice, eyes narrowing.

Pitch rolled his eyes. “Do you really expect to see something through that? Ice doesn’t make for the best—“

Kia pulled back from the ice and pulled her arms back. Cream-colored sparks of some kind of energy coated her clenched fists up to her elbows, and she threw them forward at once.

The resounding crash that followed caused the ice to crack before it fell to pieces, creating a large gap in the ice that led to another area entirely.

“The origins for their World Collision plot starts here.” Kia slipped into the gap and carefully moved sideways through the opening. Pitch followed after her, his thin form not really needing any careful maneuvering on his part.

“What? By merging my world together with theirs?” Pitch asked in a disapproving tone.

“No. By attempting to invade another dimension, but the power of their portal was too strong, and it merged the two worlds together and caused them to collapse in on each other because of the inter-dimensional strain.” Kia shook her head. “They were far too greedy for their own good.”

They came out on the other side of the ice gap, Kia stepping aside to let Pitch step through onto cold, partially melted cobblestone.

Pitch stared. “What in the name of the moon is…?”

“The remains of two dimensions, transformed into an arena they no longer use,” Kia replied. “They set another world so far off-course in its timeline with their arrival that this is all that’s left.” She motioned to the large, circular stone arena, with ice covering the circular center, and the remains of some sort of wood-and-metal scaffolding up on one side.

A straw hat that looked like it was about to fall to pieces sat on the ice.

“It won’t come back when Flare-Up fixes the dimensions, but there might be people out there who still remember this place.” Kia sighed. “Losing one dimension is bad enough, but losing even these…” She shook her head.

Pitch wasn’t one for emotional support. As it was, his gaze went over the melted stone and the remains of something that covered the stones in some places. “Eh. If there is anyone out there, at least they’re not stuck in this mess.” He turned and went back to the hole in the ice. “Come on. Those bozos are going to need someone to watch their backs.”

Kia nodded numbly, then followed after him. There was a look in her eyes that suggested she was elsewhere.

Speed, Shifter…wherever you are, I hope you’re all right.

Space Rip

“I’d almost forgotten how quiet the streets were.” Myra looked around at the abandoned buildings they passed, recognizing some as old hiding spots back when she had been alone. “It…it doesn’t feel right now.”

“Because you’ve been with us for long enough that you’ve forgotten a little what it’s like to be alone,” Flare-Up replied. She leaned forward on the hoverboard, and they started to move even more quickly through the streets towards the large, foreboding tower that stood over everything in the Dark City. She hissed under her breath. “Come on, come on, you purple clone, where are you?”

A loud screech came from one of the nearby skyscrapers, and a blast of purple flames came shooting out from one of the windows.

“Myra!”

“Flash Fire!” Myra raised a hand, keeping the other one on Flare-Up’s shoulder in order to keep her balance. The purple fire was pulled in her direction and absorbed by her form instantly, filling Myra with more energy than she felt she knew what to do with.

“How dare you bring that one with you!” Airam shot down as the fire dissipated. The crazed look in her eyes caused Myra to flinch back a little.

“I am just leveling the playing field.” Flare-Up started to bring up her right hand, then winced and put that hand over her chest instead. Something white flashed. “Not yet! Not now!”

Myra’s eyes widened sharply. She’d seen that flash once before – when Flare-Up had been explaining her plan. Did that mean…?

Airam hovered a few feet in front of them, looking startled. “No…how do you have that power?! The masters said it was never going to happen – they made sure of it!”

Flare-Up growled as the white flash faded. “They only want you to think that.” She held out both hands, palms facing the dark gray sky. “Airam. I know what you are, and who you are. I know what you have become, and what you intend to do with the powers that were granted to you in the beginning.”

Airam’s brow furrowed in confusion, the expression mimicked by Myra.

“Flare-Up, what are you—“

“Scribe told me.” Flare-Up cut Myra off. “And now I am simply going to follow through.” She took in a breath, then started murmuring something that didn’t sound anything like English.

The white glow started up again, but it quickly changed to a dark, dark blue as tendrils of light rose from the palms of Flare-Up’s hands and reached out towards Airam.

Airam started backing up slowly, then turned and prepared to bolt, only for the tendrils to latch onto her arms suddenly and pull her back, circling up her arms. Myra lost sight of the tips under Airam’s hair.

Airam came to an abrupt halt, arched her back, and screamed to the heavens as something in the tendrils of light pulsed back towards Flare-Up.

Flare-Up cut the tendrils off, letting them dissipate and take the whatever-was-pulsing thing in them along with it.

Then she raised her Buster and fired a blast of orange energy that was as big as her head, sending Airam flying into another building.

Flare-Up lowered her Buster and almost fell forward, but managed to regain her balance. “Right. That’s taken care of.”

“Wh-what did you do?!” Myra yelped. “Where did those light-things come from?!”

“Instinct,” Flare-Up murmured in reply. She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. It probably won’t happen again.”

“Probably?! Flare-Up, what did you do?!”

Flare-Up half-turned and glared back at Myra with such a fierce gaze that it caused Myra to flinch back. “I took her ability to World Jump, okay?!”

Myra’s eyes widened sharply. “Wha—“

“Impossible!” Ariam stumbled out from the crater she’d made in the side of a building. “You can’t do that – that’s an ability that can’t be taken from—“

“Well, I just did, and I don’t know how I know,” Flare-Up replied shortly. She pointed the Buster at Airam again. “We need to get inside the tower. Now.”

Airam held up her hands, but the movement was slow. There was something in her eyes that seemed to say she was more tired. “You know there’s only one way in for people like you. If you want to get in, grab a cart and take the Trials.”

Myra stiffened, her grip tightening on Flare-Up’s armor. “No…” She gulped loudly.

Airam cackled. “Oh, it seems your friend already knows what coming! Did you try them and get caught?”

“I heard rumors, nothing else!” Myra yelped. “I never went near that place, and for good reason!”

“Well, you’re going there now! You want to see my masters and put an end to them, you’re going to have to march yourself right up there and into their hands.” Airam looked at her hands, as though there were fingernails on the tips of her white-gloved fingers. “Of course, since your friends have all managed to draw out their expendable minions, that just leaves the ones they’ve always had with them.” She looked over slyly. “Are you sure you want to face up against them? Hmm?”

Myra made a nervous noise and shook her head quickly as Flare-Up’s shoulders stiffened at Airam’s words.

Airam cackled again. “I’d like to see you try, but seeing as I’ve failed, the masters probably won’t let me see. The least I could do is get you your ride.” She grinned a little too widely for a normal human face. “So?”

Flare-Up said nothing. Myra looked between the two of them, her nervous energy starting to act up and cause purple sparks to fly from her shoulders.

“Myra, steel yourself,” Flare-Up said crisply. “Do it.”

Airam threw back her head and howled with laughter. “With pleasure!” She made a great, waving arc with one hand, sending sparks of purple flames into the sky, lighting up the surrounding area with strange runes that exploded into nothingness. “Expect your ride in a matter of minutes. I am going to make myself scarce. Loyal to the masters I may be, but I do not intend to die before you do.”

With that, Airam moved back into the shadows between buildings and disappeared from sight.

Myra gulped loudly again as Flare-Up’s hoverboard disappeared from under their feet, dropping her and Flare-Up to the ground. “Wh-what have you done?”

“What needed to be done.” Flare-Up rolled her shoulders as Myra’s hands slipped off them. “According to what you know, the Trials are simply a series of challenges, correct?”

Myra nodded quickly. “Th-that’s what I heard, yeah…but are you sure we’d be able to handle it without getting caught?”

“I’m certain.” Flare-Up looked at Myra. “The Continuum Shift won’t let us fail. Not now.”

Myra blinked, then looked down at Flare-Up’s chest and sucked in a breath when she saw the small, pulsing white light that seemed to come from somewhere under the other World Jumper’s armor. She looked back up at Flare-Up’s face. “That’s what you used to take away Airam’s power, isn’t it?”

Flare-Up��s right hand reached up and hovered over the white light. “That seems…more than likely. It’s bought us more time before it will force me to unleash it, but how much…” She shook her head. “It will happen in the tower, at least.”

Something started rattling on the street corner ahead of them, and Myra and Flare-Up looked over.

A cart of some kind – purple and black, with no visible driver – came around the corner and stopped at the end of the street. It looked like a covered wagon of some kind, but the canopy over the back was transparent.

“That’s it.” Flare-Up strode towards the cart. “Come on, Myra. It’s time we finished this. For good.”

Myra stared at Flare-Up’s back, wondering how in the world she could be willing to go back to her tormentors, then shook her head and quickly ran after her and scrambled up into the back of the cart in time with Flare-Up.

Flare-Up had said that they were going to be partners. It wouldn’t be right for Myra to just up and abandon her at the last moment.

Time Break

Myra fidgeted in the back of the cart as they came close to the base of the tower. Something about Flare-Up’s calm felt…too calm. “Flare-Up?”

Flare-Up turned her head away from the empty streets and inclined her head slightly. “Yes?”

“Have you…” Myra paused. “Have you participated in tournaments before?”

Flare-Up blinked at the question, then looked up at the transparent canopy above them. "I have. Most of them involved teams of Pokémon being pitted against each other, and I have competed in a Smash Worlds Tournament, as well." She looked back with a tired, serious expression. "But I haven't been involved in anything like what has been described to me here. Why do you ask, Myra?"

Myra blinked a couple times, then looked away – back the way they had come. “Well…I was kinda wondering if you had any experience—“

“According to what I’ve heard you and the others say about this—“ Flare-Up motioned to the tower they were swiftly approaching—“it’s nothing like any normal tournament. It’s a death trap. People go in, and they don’t come out.”

Flare-Up’s voice had taken a dark tone that caused Myra’s eyes to widen before she flinched at the last sentence. After a moment, she gave a hesitant nod. “I…guess you could put it that way, yeah. The Trials aren’t something that I’ve ever thought could be beaten.” She looked at Flare-Up. “But do you think there’s a chance?”

Flare-Up nodded sternly. “We’ve weakened their numbers and strengthened our own. I think we’ll be able to handle whatever lies beyond those doors.” She glared up at the tall, black tower that was ahead of them, and the doors that were swiftly becoming more visible. They looked like they were either made of ancient stone or metal, with carvings of knights fighting against dragons with nothing but swords.

Myra hesitated. "Flare-Up, I don't know if you should have chosen me to go with you for this."

Flare-Up blinked. “What makes you think that?”

Myra looked at Flare-Up in surprise at the question. "W-well, I'm not as strong as Captain America or as fast as-"

"Do you really think that's the only thing that matters?" Flare-Up frowned disapprovingly, causing Myra to flinch again. "What matters is that you and I can work together. I haven't been able to fight side-by-side like this with most of the others we've managed to rescue, and even then, you can read my movements better than they can in a fight."

Myra looked at Flare-Up in surprise at that. "R-really?"

Flare-Up nodded, a somewhat demonic smile working its way across her face. The expression made Myra shudder a bit. "The Dark Arms won't know what hit them."

With that said, the doors in front of them slowly started to open, and Flare-Up returned her attention to the tall tower in front of them as her face shifted into a mask of grim determination.

#cross' fanfiction #World Collision #OC #Maria/Flare-Up #Myra #Seeker/Matthew #Airam #Scribe/Kia #Nightwing #Pitch Black #goodness I have so many OCs in this chapter #it is what it is though #and I have two chapters left to post and then I can move onto the next one without worry!#the fact that I already have seven chapters completed for that sucker is pretty awesome honestly.

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