#she could have some antidotes in her pocket or something

[jullsisfangirling]

Oh, no! Someone poisoned Celaena

Again

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🐝

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Combining some asks for this lovely FiF.

Have some flaring Buckley tempers, protective!Buck and badass Maddie 💞

“Evan, you and I both know there isn’t anywhere far enough that he couldn’t find me. I will spend my life looking over my shoulder, constantly wondering when – not if – he’ll appear and ruin everything.” 

“I could protect you.”

“I know you would. And I also know you would die trying. Which is exactly why I can’t risk it. At least here I already know what to expect.”

Another plea dies on his tongue, caught behind his teeth where he swallows it back down. He gathers his sister in a fierce hug and promises himself he’ll find a way out for her. Promises that if he ever gets a second chance to save her, he won’t waste it.

“I’ll go,” Evan blurts out. 

The drawing room goes quiet as three pairs of eyes settle on him, a blend of incredulity and curiosity.

“I beg your pardon?” His father, Phillip, asks as if Evan’s said something absurd. 

“Send me,” he says, gesturing towards Maddie. “I should be the one to go with her.”

“Evan,” Phillip scoffs. He turns his attention to his cufflinks as though they might have something to contribute. “Don’t be ridiculous. Any of our representatives in Mayfair are per-”

“Perfectly capable? Of what?” Evan pushes himself up from his chair, his nostrils flaring with anger. “Protecting her? Knowing what’s best? How? They don’t even know her!”

His mother, Margaret, remains silent except for aggressively stirring her tea. 

“Lord Page and Lord Matthews have been friends of the family for far longer than you or Maddie have been alive. They both have extensive knowledge of the eligible gentleman, their families, titles. I’ve already sent details so they can begin narrowing the prospects to someone willing to marry-” Phillip briefly flicks his gaze to Maddie. “Willing to take a bride in such unique circumstances.” 

“A widow?” Maddie challenges. “I wasn’t aware that was such a rare situation.”

“I would hardly call the mysterious events surrounding your husband’s death ‘common’,” Margaret retorts. 

“See? This is exactly what I mean! Last time, you allowed Maddie – your daughter – to be given away to anyone with the best credentials. And then turned a blind eye when she wound up with- with that absolute monster.”

“Evan!” His parents shout in unison, and if looks could kill he’d be dead a thousand times over.

Maddie steps closer, resting her hand on his forearm as a reassurance. “Evan.” A soft antidote to the poisonous way his name was spat out only moments before. “It’s okay.”

He turns to face his sister, ignoring that they aren’t alone. He can feel his voice breaking before he manages any words. “Maddie. How can you say that? It’s not. Not after-” 

He swipes away the tears threatening to fall, unable to voice what he wants to but knowing she understands him just the same. In a single fluid movement, her hands come together around one of his and she locks their pinkies together. 

“It’s okay, Evan,” she murmurs.

He doesn’t believe that, but he does believe her. He trusts that Maddie knows what she’s doing. 

“Okay.” He nods, lightly tugging their interconnected fingers before letting go. He nervously and proudly watches her face their parents, standing taller. Regal almost. He takes half a step back, enough to create a pocket of space, but still close enough to remind her he’s not going anywhere.

In contrast, she takes a step forward. “Considering it’s my future being hotly debated, I find it rather odd that I haven’t been asked what I want. That my own parents don’t seem concerned regarding if or how I would like to proceed.” 

“If?” Margaret regards Maddie with a puzzled look. “You announced your intention to find a husband and remarry. We only want the best for you.” 

“I did announce that as my intention. At no point, however, did I seek help in that endeavor or hint that I might require it. So,” Maddie adds sharply before their parents can interrupt, “given that I have, in fact, been placed upon the marriage mart before, I feel I have more than enough sense to know what to look out for. Is that clear?”

Evan internally rejoices and cheers. Not just for his sister’s speech but for their parents’ matching dumbfounded expressions. Phillip quickly schools his into something more disinterested and, oh, how Evan wishes he had the ability to capture what it was before. Regardless, they have no power over her in this. She’s not a young maiden beholden to a dowry and perceived status. She’s a grown woman who survived the horrors of an arrangement she had no choice in. 

“Just one more thing,” Maddie says. There’s a lightness in her voice that tells him to pay attention and be ready. “A second opinion and the presence of a trusted male companion never hurts. I wish Evan to accompany me.” She pauses to address him directly. “If, of course, that’s something you want.”

“I- yes. Maddie-”

He’s cut off by Phillip loudly clearing his throat. “You’ve both made your point. I’ll arrange a carriage. Be ready to leave by the end of the week if you want to arrive before all that remains are undesirables and outcasts.”

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[miraculouscriticismshub]

Hunger Games Headcannons Part 1

Snow killed Gaul before or during the 25th games during his first year as head Gamemaker. Dr Gaul however saw it coming and put something in her drink to make the poison immune to the antidote so Snow ended up with the mouth scars.

There were more than 7 victors that survived the 2nd rebellion . One was the 72nd victor and another was the 42nd victor. They didn’t show up to Coin's meeting because they were still unsure if it was safe for them to come out to the public. We know that 59 victors were alive during the 75th hunger games and that 18 died in the Thrid quarter quell. We know that 2 died later ( Finnick and Lyme ) and there were 7 remaining victors . Therefore there were 32 unknown victors that were alive by the 75th and could possible have been killed during the purge. I struggle to believe all 32 of them were found and killed by the Capitol or Rebels. At least 5 and at most 15 of the 32 unknown victors survived the war but didn't show up to Coin's meeting.

The winner of the 42nd game was a male from district 5. He won in an unique way by befriending the careers during training and in the arena he was able to manipulate the careers into turning on eachother. He went into hiding during Mockingjay and survived the Victor's purge and 2nd rebellion.

The capitol and the career districts are very accepting of queer relationships while some of the outlying districts (9,10,11) and district 13 are very conservative. The male tribute from District 10 was voted in during the 1st quarter quell for being queer.

They are branches of the Covey that survived in other districts in Panem (3,8,9,11,12). I headcannon that the female district 11 tribute during the first quarter quell was voted in for being Covey and therefore an outsider.

District 10 has a surprising advantage in the games as their tributes know how to use weapons (knives, whips ) and know how to kill. The district has 5 victors and their tributes make it very far. That's why they are targeted by the careers first.

There are still some pockets of religion in Panem especially in the non-career districts. The district 11 male was voted in for the first quarter quell for being an open disbeliever of his district's faith.

The First Quarter Quell winner died during the year of the 72nd games. She was the female tribute from District 10. She was voted in by her district for being a thief. She died aged 62 from an overdose of morphling. She had 8 children and 5 grandchildren. She had lots of children as she knew some were going to be reaped for the games. 3 of her children were reaped and died in the games. One of her children was reaped and died in the 50th games. Katniss learns about her story after the 2nd rebellion when a relative of hers visits District 12.

District 10 has 4 victors by the 75th games ( One dying 3 years prior) . One of their victors won the 72nd games. She wasn't reaped during the third quarter quell and survived the 2nd rebellion and purge as she went into hiding during the start of the war.

Some people in District 13 have Greek names.

The mayor of District 9 during the 74th games was a victor. He was appointed by the Capitol. He died in the third quarter quell.

Victors are allowed to marry the peacekeepers in their district. One of the victors of district 5 was married to the head peacekeeper.

Titus was in Annie's games. He has a Roman Name as his father was a peacekeeper from the Capitol

[kayssweetdreams]

The Perfect Finale Ch4

When the kids made it to the Montgomery household, they were met with Aria cautiously opening the door, holding a bat in hand. She gave a sigh of relief when she noticed it was just the kids. "Oh...Good Morning everyone. I suppose you got the news too." She said with a weary tone. "Yeah...We just got the news." Mei said, cringing a little bit.

Aria sighed. She wished that after what happened on the island, that it would be the end of Prim...but somehow, she managed to get free AGAIN. Oh well, at least Prim was still catatonic. "What I find curious is why someone would break Prim free, but not take the antidote to that drug?" She asked. "Maybe they prefer if she DIDN'T shout and scream up a storm." Leo said, snickering at the idea.

Emma glared at him "Leo this is serious! Prim personally has it out for us! We foiled her plans 2 times, and now she has some mystery someone break her out of jail. What's to say that they won't come after us again?" She said. All humor died at Emma's words...she had a good point. That's when Mei's phone rang, and Kaylo's picture was on it.

She quickly answered and put it on speaker. "Hey Kaylo." She greeted. "Hi Mei! Uh...You wouldn't mind just sending a birthday card on my B-Day would you?" The pink haired girl said. It didn't take long for them to understand "Your mom heard the news didn't she." Rebecca asked. "Yes. And she isn't happy. She called her security detail again, and she won't let anyone near the house." Kaylo explained. "I don't blame her though. I'm still having nightmares about Prim." She said.

"We get that the news is a little bit...troubling. but Maybe we can just visit you on your birthday, have a few cupcakes and play a few video games." Leo said. There was a small silence on Kaylo's end, before she sighed and said "I'll see what happens." She said, before Thea could be heard calling her from somewhere in the Bruno mansion. "Gotta go! Mom's calling me! I'll see you later!" She said before she hung up.

Mei pocketed her phone. "Poor Thea. She has to deal with what happened to Kaylo...twice. and now that mad woman is free again!" Trisha Jane said. "Well, the best we can do is keep on our toes." Rebecca said. Aria then took a deep breath. "Well then...maybe I should tell you something that happened. Before I made it to the island with the maestros..."

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

[theoryfan205]

I was not expecting anyone really to like my oc idea, so I am very unprepared to talk more about her but I am going to try because I really like her concept and I'm very happy other people do as well, unfortunately I'm having a bad brain day, so I'm gonna ramble about her under a read more, it might be a little hard to understand I can't really tell rn, so uh, some random fun facts about Cecilia/chiara, maybe some spoilers on the fisalia family as well? I don't really know if it counts as a big spoiler but it's something I guess

She has various medicinal herbs and tea leaves in her pockets at all times, when she runs out she always goes to rosemary's apothecary to restock, they're cousins! I don't know if rosemary shows up in a character quest I haven't done yet but I don't think she's close to the members of the fisalia doing the current day threnodian worship, I could be wrong I have a lot of quests I haven't done but Cecilia/Chiara is incredibly closely related to the fisalia's entangled in the fractsidus and stopping the carnevale, her parents and siblings mostly, while the ones not ruining their reputation are more distant cousins and aunts or uncles. I remember zani saying some are bad apples while others are more respectable so that's what I'm basing that on.

She has a hobby in fencing and her fighting style is based on it, while she doesn't commonly use poisons it doesn't mean she isn't as well versed in it as other members of the fisalia family, the herbs she always carries around are perfect for brewing poison antidotes, rosemary knows this yet she never admits to her cousin that's why she buys them, claiming they just happen to make her favourite flavour of tea.

The reason she's commonly wearing blue when she's with her family is because of the blue gem you can see on fisalia ascots, I went around the order of the deep part of ragunna and a majority of the fisalia npcs had this blue gem, it's sort of symbolism to her mirror resonance, she's reflecting that blue gem, she wears mostly green during carnevale for similar reasons, when a mirror reflects itself it apparently shows the colour green.

She has experience with being poisoned, at first it was to get her tolerance up, a test by her parents when she first learnt the fisalia family art of poison making among other things, partly to learn what it was like so she'd be better at knowing if anyone betrayed and poisoned her or her family, and partly to increase her tolerance to poison so a dose that could be dangerous to someone else wouldn't harm her as much, she has also been actively poisoned by other members of her family as well, so she's long since learnt to identify the taste of poison and now she always drinks her special tea with any meal, just in case someone has already poisoned it.

She really does love her family, and she truly believes they also love her, she doesn't want to admit the dark truth of her family nor of their harm to her, be it verbal, physical or poisoning, not even to herself or her family, it's why she lies to rosemary about why she buys those herbs so often, she wants to believe they are just being blinded by a temporary feeling of rage, and after it clears up they'll be a happy family again.

Her two potential names are the names of saints, though the saint for Chiara is commonly known as saint Clare, a saint who according to some sources was a saint who left her wealthy family to start a nunnery, also apparently being the saint of television and screens which doesn't relate to the oc but I thought it would be fun to share since if you're reading this you've read a lot. The other is Saint Cecilia, the patron saint of music and musicians, she was martyred because she refused to worship roman gods, that's where the OCs dislike of the family god comes from, she refused to worship and help bring about the threnodian, instead celebrating the sentinel and carnevale, causing ire from her family, cecilia also as a name means blind, for the oc this references the fact that she is willfully blind to her family's crimes, she ignores the way they've harmed her. Chiara, also pronounced Kiara, means bright and luminous, if I pick that name she'd probably end up being a more bright person, reflecting the light of those around her in a sense, honestly I think I've just convinced myself to name her Cecilia so that's something I guess

Thank you very much for reading this whole thing, I know it's a lot, I really wanna share more about her but right now my brain can only handle rambles like this, I tried a more cohesive sounding post It did not work, as thanks for taking the time to read all of that here's some picrew's of Cecilia.

This picrew can be found here,

And this one here, this one didn't have many good options for carnevale Cecilia so I didn't make one, I hope it wasn't too much trouble to read this much, and I hope you like her, I think she's neat and when I'm feeling better I'm gonna keep working on her voicelines because I've done a little bit of that while i could.

[puppypawprintce]

1740 words - gen

2/?

snily friendship, nightmares, severus loving potions class, angst

cw: self loathing

ao3 link if you'd prefer ♡

One, two, three, four - four ounces of Moondew, the herbal green fluid joining its brethren of finely pulverized Unicorn Horn, Syrup of Hellebore, and Stewed Mandrake. The greenish blue substance simmers in the cauldron. Severus couldn't be more focused if he tried, his careful hand stirs its contents while slowly adding in 12 ounces of Honeywater. It beginning to shift to a much warmer shade of amber. The sweat beads by his brow and the steam emanating makes his skin feel false, like wax paper, disgusting.

There are an abysmal amount of ways to screw up an elixir, and he'll be damned if any of the infinite creep up on him today.

When he woke up this morning he'd been excited-an immensely rare sight for the student-to work on his potion of anti-paralysis. Something about it all intrigued him, and he knew he'd wanna pocket some bottles for safe keeping.

Professor Slughorn had begun giving him heads up on what his class had in store, often lending extra books and indulging in the boy's curiosity.

"You could be a great Potions master one day you know." And Severus had known, being one of the only people to carry around tiny bottles of his own creation was somewhat of an ego booster. All the more fun in Herbology and all the more easy to take care of himself.

Maybe just 4 this time.

Other students in the room seem bored, not meeting much a reason to be brewing such a potion in the first place. It must be nice to walk in for the grade alone; Severus finishes pouring his honey-like antidote and runs his fingers through his hair. Everything always feels so sticky around cauldrons, his wrists hurt.

"Okay everyone, clean up for today." Slughorn's voice flits past Severus' ears, crackly and friendly as ever. "Keep this recipe in your repertoire.. Never know when Petrificus Totalus may sneak up on you."

What an understatement. Severus wouldn't be leaving Slytherin Dungeon on Sunday unless absolutely necessary, He wrings his hands and envisions a peaceful evening ahead of him, Saturdays bringing a sense of calm. It's just a trek back to his room and he can finally fall to his pillow and take a nap.

"Hey Sev." Lily's velvet voice acts as an invisible wall he walks into. Her eyes meet his as he takes a second to really catch up in his mind, and Lily's hands fall on his shoulders like knocking over old books. She just barely exceeds him in height, her freckles highlighted by the scattered warmth in her cheeks. "You look exhausted! Did you sleep at all?"

"I slept." He answers, voice croaking like he hadn't been awake the past hour. "Not enough though. I've been planning a long nap all day."

The arms of a warm floral cinnamon hold him tight and it's oh–so familiar. Everytime Lily hugs him, Severus doesn't quite know what to do. Does he hold her back? Would it be embarrassing for her if his hands grazed her hair and does she ever stop to think that it may ruin her reputation to be seen with whatever he is—so close to her lungs and– Why can't he just live in the moment? She always sees right through him in a way that no one else does. Perhaps it's because they've known each other for so long.. Perhaps he's just not the best at hiding his shadow. It's so easy to know a terrible person when Heaven on Earth stands directly next to you.

"I've been having some nightmares. Not too many, but some." His shoulders stay tense. There's never enough time with her, even if he were capable of simply standing here with more confidence he'd still have that voice in the back of his head screaming into the canal that connects his ear and up to his eyes and through every vein that reaches his brain. Spilling acid of it's disgusting to be seen and you ruin everything you touch. It's a shame really, his work in class shows otherwise. Good wizard, bad person. Nothing can change that.

She squeezes him ever so slightly, her fingers going to pet his hair before she brings him back to an arms length apart. There's a face of worry; he hates when she looks at him like that.

"I'm sorry." It's not fair, sleeping is supposed to be a time to rest. The one time when nothing else matters except just laying there unmoving, and trying not to go crazy when the loneliness veers its ugly claws. "Mind if i ask what about?"

Severus shakes his head. It's not like he has to hide this sort of stuff from her.

"It's just mum. She's much busier now, I never know when I'll see her. If it's for one month or one minute." Chest rising and falling, he doesn't expect to feel his throat tighten. He only cries when he's tired. "Sorry I need to go."

"Naptime?"

Please take care of yourself.

He nods and whispers a quiet "see you later" before quickly finding his way around the Hogwarts corridors. It always feels empty when he runs away from her, and whenever she says goodbye. He's always hoping for something better to come up, but he knows it's not logical to think that way. To wish and wish for anything to become perfect, for his life to grow into something he's not and will never be, for things to be different.

Reaching the common room, Severus doesn't say a word to anyone. He heads straight past leather sofas and flickering lamps, through the diamond-shaped door. He lands in the carpet of his room and the way his body hits his mattress feels like a rolling pin grading on his bones 10 times over. He'd exerted himself today, and it hadn't even been a full day's worth of classes.

Counting to 112, his hands grip the 2 layers of blanket he's buried himself in and the world around fades to a depressing gray, warm but far from inviting. Sometimes he wishes for a cat to accompany him with soft paws and a gentle purr.

Other times he just wants to stay asleep 'til Christmas comes.

______

Waves and waves of saltwater fight to pull him under, stinging his eyes and blocking his breath but he can't let them win. It's not a choice, but a responsibility, his long sleeves make it exceedingly hard to move and when he reaches this small puppy in front of him he's counting to 100 hoping they'll reach the shoreline before his lungs and limbs give out. She's shaking, and all he can do is wonder where his mother is.

Eileen had been in the water too, the fury of nature's pool hoisting uncertainty in every direction. Severus looks around, running past several people he can't recognize and it's starting to frighten him. Where'd she go? Is the beating heart he's carrying in his arms meant to be here? It's all a haze, a dreary haze.

They're all suddenly together, Severus ripping the paper wrapper off his straw and their waitress brings in a rack of many books. Eileen doesn't seem to even see Severus, she chatters and laughs but doesn't quite look at him, his brain hammers and drills and he just wants her to say 'I've missed you.'

You don't want to be here do you?

It hurts, hurts more than the water pulling him under and the times he's fallen down the stairs when wanting to skip out on Church and she still won't look at him. It's only when they're in his room and he runs into her arms that her voice is aimed directly at him, the small form she can barely hold on to.

"Why do you wish to be around me when I've been so wrong?"

Severus can't stop crying.

"I miss you. It doesn't matter what you've done, I still miss you."

This hug feels like he's fallen into their burning fireplace in the dead of Winter. He knows she's slipping away. She's always slipping away.

"I can't.."

His head pounds. The feeling of chills play through his shoulders and up his neck, it's a wonder that he's still submerged in fabric of green and silver. He can feel his eyes straining with remnants of salt when he opens them and it's only a little shocking when a rough palm collides with his forehead.

"You haven't got a fever, at least I don't think.."

Regulus has no sense of personal space.

"I'm not sick," Severus responds in such a way, he doesn't know if it's even audible. "Head.. hurts."

As if he were struck by lightning Regulus flings his entire arm back to then hang by his waist, presumably what he'd be doing if he hadn't gone to check Sev's temp status. His place next to his roommate's bed is awkward, and Severus is too wracked with leftover pain and confusion to care.

"Is it 7 already?"

"Nuh uh. Still 5:30." Regulus checks his wrist as if he remembered to bring his watch to school this term.

"More sleep."

And then Severus is out again, the tension in his forehead fading once he's breathing steadily and Regulus can't help but stare for longer than any normal person would. Disgust rises in himself because he doesn't feel like he should bear witness - he sighs out with thoughts racing. It'd be so easy to tease him for everything, but easy isn't what he's about. It's not like he's out to start wars. Only out to finish them.

Everburning candles lead the way out of the room in their spot on the small coffee table, almost like a glowing sign pointing him out. No one else is in here, though that shouldn't surprise him. Leave it to Severus to be the only Slytherin avoiding everyone else like the plague.

Once he can't justify standing around any longer, Regulus picks up a small book from under his bed and snakes his way back out from whence he came. A grimace forms on his face when the door has the audacity to screech and his head whips back to make sure it hadn't been a disturbance. Pangs of empathy, it's not something he knows yet. But maybe one day it'll make sense. And maybe someday it won't feel weird, weird that he stared with not much reason.

He's gotta write this all down.

[tangenkanashrine]

More TanGenKana (w Butterfly Boy Genya) things:

Kanao is the one who sees him the most. They have daily training together and she even suggested for him to douse his shotgun shells and bullets with poison.

Tanjiro gets scolded often. Like, really often. Because he's so reckless. Kanao is the same, Genya is so close to snapping at them.

Genya and Kanao made Tanjiro a butterfly clip (Genya STRUGGLED). He has it in his uniform's pocket to make sure nothing bad ever happens to it, he considers it a good luck charm.

Shinobu sometimes sees the three cuddle and puts a blanket on them while threatening Tanjiro with a smile because Genya is her son/little brother now.

Genya is very reluctant to talk to Sanemi, choosing to avoid him when he gets injured and having Aoi treat his wounds, or when he shows up. If there's another slayer or Hashira in the same room as his brother, he'll treat them instead of him. Aoi, Tanjiro and Kanao are his mental and emotional support when Sanemi comes.

Tanjiro and Kanao bring Genya souvenirs when they come back from missions. Read that as blood from demons or even some chunks of skin they managed to salvage.

During the training arc, Shinobu allowed Genya to work with her, Tamayo and Yushiro due to his ability. Tanjiro and Kanao didn't almost see him around when the training happened, Hashibami only gave them a letter that explained he was helping Shinobu with something very important,

OOOOH THESE ARE SO COOL- I HOPE I CAN ADD ONTO THIS!

-Them making a butterfly pin for Tanjiro would be so funny because I see Genya trying to make it with Kanao giving guidence, failing and Kanao just fixes his 7 fails. She's probably seen Kanae and Shinobu make them.

-Shinobu 100% sends nightmares into Tanjiro's dreams when she finds them cuddling together

-"My brother's here..." "Don't worry I'll be at his ass" "Don't do that Tanjiro." "We'll be at his ass." "Don't do that either Kanao!" Bonus: *they tried and got broken bones/hj*

[!MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD!]

Considering the fact that Shinobu told Kanao her plan, she probably told Genya or he found out and tried stopping her. Of course Shinobu still did this anyways despite protests, Kanao most likely didn't say anything. I think after this would've caused a gap between the two since Kanao didn't even try to protest Shinobu's idea and Genya's frustrated over that.

It'd be a hard time keeping that a secret for Genya maybe, so anytime he sees anyone Shinobu knows- heck especially Aoi and the other sisters he just runs. Wait till he finds out what happens to Kanao and Tanjiro in the war. 😍

Speaking of that, unsure how the events would turn out- maybe Sanemi would ACTUALLY die because he'd probably gain more injuries from Upper 1 unless we just throw that onto the poor Gyomei who's already dead. Who knows. Even if Sanemi doesn't actually die, Genya still has to hear about Shinobu's death, Kanao going blind and Tanjiro losing an arm then almost becoming the demon king himself. While he was just waiting for the war to end, he'd feel the same guilt as Aoi.

I mean he could run with Nezuko to the battle field also and just see for himself, maybe just shooting out the antidote thingy at Tanjiro while Kanao stabs the syringe and all the other chaos is going on.💀

LOVERS TO THE RESCUE!!

[thiefguard]

do you have any hc for both guard and thief relationships pre-each other? i dunno why but i get the feel that guard is really into fair-haired ppl

theif is into the hot ones bc she has enough rizz to pull literally anyone

haaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha oh anon thank you

because yes why do i feel like Guard has a TYPE? it just fits him so well?

and like, we know how busy he is with work - we see during her Recovery that he doesn't want to leave her, worries she won't be there when he gets back - but duty calls. (lmao probably should have called when you were cradling your target in your arms my dude but who am i to argue). And then again when she visits his home while Teller is with Magister. He's not there, and they miss each other by minutes, and maybe it was work, maybe it was family, but he Wasn't There. So I think in the past that could have been an issue in his relationships? This is based on NOTHING obviously just absolute THIN AIR, but maybe the antidote to that is a woman who won't be waiting at home staring at the four walls? who has her own shit going on and adventures wherever the road calls or the wind blows, but it will always blow her back home? 🥰

As for Thief, lmaooo you are correct, our girl has enough rizz to have anyone she damn well pleases. and so I kind of just HC her with anyone it damn well pleases me to? Tago sometimes, if the mood strikes right. the merchant she ~distracts~ while Teller is doing a quick-change into his fancy outfit. anyone that ever shares eye contact with her for more than two seconds. (Except Teller, but that goes without saying).

But lately I've been thinking about - has she ever had anything serious before? Anyone that made her want to settle down, like Guard does? And I don't think so, but it's kind of a delicious idea to play with? Because we know she wasn't always a Thief. Admittedly we know absolutely fuck all about her life Before, and I don't think there was some Big Traumatic Event. Honestly, I know we know nothing about her backstory except the throwaway line about the museum, but I just. I HC that she worked in one, with artefacts in some capacity. And one day girl just got tired of cataloguing the stolen relics of lost empires. This shit has Stories (where could she possibly have got that idea from?), and it doesn't belong behind glass. And if things start to slip into her pockets and back to their rightful People? And if that becomes a gateway to looting vaults and temple runs? Good 👏 For 👏 Her 👏

As to why I've gone off on this tangent. Well. Wouldn't it just be the most delicious if there was a Someone in her backstory at the museum? maybe someone who became disaffected and disenchanted right around the same time? say, perchance, someone who spent their days cataloguing the artefacts of the Old Gods, and their nights poring over ancient scrolls?

And time went on and Thief became... well, Thief. And that person became more and more embroiled in their scrolls and incantations until they just... weren't the same people anymore, and life took them down different paths.

And.

The next time they encountered one another.

One of them had looted one temple too many.

One had translated one prayer too dark, awoken something too hungry to control.

One was bound to stone and daubed with the sacred oils in sacrifice.

And one was stoking the fire, heating the knife?

what

then

???????????

[twentyyearstoolate]

The guests looked around at one another, trying to ascertain who among them might not have eaten a tainted dish. The telltale signs began to manifest. Bloody lips. Strained postures. Sputtering coughs.

"I... don't suppose anyone has an antidote on them?" The Queen spoke haltingly, looking at her unconscious husband as she wiped the froth beginning to form at her lips.

The duke, looking paler by the second, procured a tiny vial from his pocket. "I do, but it looks like s-somebody else got to Miss Ciol with a more... volatile substance." The Contessa, eyes rolled back into her head, did not respond. "P-pity. I h-had hoped..." He slumped over before he could finish the thought.

"Ha, you fool!" An outburst from the Vicar, rising excitedly from his chair. "With Duke Heraberg out of the way, My men and I are free to spread the good word throughout his heathen-lands-no-foul-substance-holds-swayovermegodhasseenfittoprotecthischos-" The Vicar clutched frantically at his chest before falling over. The Count, unable to speak, smiled weakly and made a gesture under the table at the Vicar, before passing out.

The Queen gave one last look at the other incapacitated guests, her own vision fading as she slipped from her seat. "Oh dear..."

---

Hours later, the cook gave her account of events prior to the dinner to the constable. The constable reassured her that she was cleared of suspicion - correspondences and journals had revealed that each of the guests seemed to have it in for another, and in their twisted web of treachery, not one had survived. She turned to her scullion and waved him towards the kitchen.

"...What a way to go." He watched the sheriff and her constable work from the doorway, exchanging notes and poring over the debacle of a dinner. "How do you suppose it all happened? I didn't see any of them do anything suspect." The cook rubbed her chin as they both turned back into the kitchen. "Well... if I were in a wagerin' mood, I'd say it might have had somethin' to do with all them servants and visitin' staff, mebbe makin' ploys on behalf of their lords and ladies."

"You think one of the maids, or butlers? Or perhaps the entourage for one of the others?"

"Oh, all of 'em, mebbe - over a dozen people in and out tonight, just to 'check on supper' for the hoity toitys out there. Coulda slipped somethin' in while I wasn't lookin'."

The scullion raised an eyebrow. "...If you suspected something, mightn't you have paid better attention to the comings and goings?"

The cook spoke quietly. "I might've. And the King, god rest him, might've paid better'n three silver a week for eight years to have 'em kept an eye on. But with so many high and mighty guests with 'em picky appetites, and nary a kind word to be heard from 'em, well..." The cook pulled a handful of purses, bulging with gold and gems, out of one of the cookpots, and slid them over slowly to the scullion. "...That's a lot of work what gets looked over. Easy to miss things."

He looked to the gold, then to the cook, busying herself with the retrieval of several more purses, then back to the gold, slowly pocketing each bag securely under his uniform. "So... what will you do now?"

The cook grinned. "Oh, I think me and mine'll be doin' some travelin'. I hear Varindale's nice this time o' year. 'Sides, I think it's gonna rain pretty hard 'round here soon, and I ain't much for inclement weather." She turned back. "I don't suppose you'd care to join me?"

The scullion considered a moment, looking through to the grand hall as the sheriff questioned the butler, then around at the kitchen walls, and then back at his cot in the alcove. He smiled. "You know... I think I'll take you up on that." The two nodded, and quietly slipped out of the kitchen, never to be seen in the capital city again.

“….Okay, are any of the dishes not poisoned?! Is there anyone at this feast who did not poison anything?!”

[secretariatess]

Kylin 52

            While waiting for the Crown Prince to return, Morganne started pulling out salves and ointments for Selim, explaining to the queen what each one did and how it would help Selim last until the antidote to the treatment could be made.  Kylin only half listened, seething in the knowledge that he had forgotten that coming here meant going face to face with the man who had chased Amelia and attempted to arrest her on Fanger grounds.  It was apparent they trusted each other as far as they could throw, which only served to fuel Kylin’s dislike of the Crown Prince.

            The Prince came back, something in his face tenser than before.  He handed Morganne the vials of the doses, Kylin making sure he did not get too close.  Morganne thanked him and then proceeded to inspect them carefully.  An uncomfortable silence filled the void, no one particularly eager to start on small talk while Morganne was working.

            When she finished viewing them in the sun, Morganne settled herself at the nearby desk and cleared a large space for herself, pulling more things out of her skirts that would help her test the doses.  The prince raised his eyebrows at the amount she was able to hide away, but made no comment.

            Selim’s room was the opposite of organized.  Various decks of cards were on just about every available surface. The mantle above the fireplace was lined with objects arranged in no discernable manner.  Books that Kylin would never have expected a prince of Harlofelp to have -such as books claiming to contain the religious practices of a northern Elven kingdom or collections of songs from the other side of the mountain range, or even books suggesting they taught gambling games- were given as much priority as the cards.  The only thing in the room that had been properly put away were the books regarding education, all neatly arranged on a very dusty bookshelf.

            Kylin cast a look over the books Selim had clearly been reading, wondering if he would get a chance to read them himself, when the queen and Crown Prince weren’t present to pass judgment for touching objects in the room.  He was curious to see what exactly Selim had learned in these books and suspected it may have influenced his desire in joining the Rangers.

            “Right,” Morganne said abruptly, causing everyone to be jolted from their thoughts.  She stood up, oblivious to this.  “It is fairly straight forward. These two doses should be his last- I’m fairly certain I’ll have the counter in the morning. It will take time, but the damage can be undone. For the time being, I would like to be taken to where I’ll be staying so I can start working on it.”

            “Our healer has a place where you can prepare,” the queen began.

            Morganne opened her mouth to politely object, but the Crown Prince spoke before she could utter a sound.

            “No, that will not be necessary,” he said.

            The queen looked at him, puzzled.

            “I appreciate the offer, madam,” Morganne said, “but I would prefer to have it close by. Potion making is very precise, and if someone accidentally puts something innocuous as even a hair in, it can lead to disastrous results. I prefer to have a close eye on these things.”

            The queen nodded, her confusion lessening some.

            The Crown Prince gestured them to the door.  “I can take you to your rooms.”

            Morganne thanked him, shoving everything back into her pockets before heading out.  Kylin followed closely behind.  As the Prince took the lead, Morganne told Kylin a low voice, ensuring only he would hear her, “My biggest concern is that we got the clean version.”

            Kylin bit the inside of his lip.  He could understand why Morganne didn’t want to say it aloud- there was no telling how much the royal family knew, and how receptive the accusation of not getting the actual concoction Selim was given would go.

            Nothing else was said on the way over, though Kylin suspected there were a couple of times the Prince wanted to bring something p.

            When they arrived in the guest hallway, they were greeted by Ofjaet.  He exchanged pleasantries with the Prince before the latter took his leave.  The Diplomat then turned his attention to Kylin and Morganne.

            “We have brought your packs to your room, Morganne,” he told her.  “Including the apprentice equipment. What is your evaluation of the situation?”

            “If it is as clear cur as I’m supposed to believe,” Morganne said, “it is fixable. The healer is old-fashioned and whoever Kendra said is trying to kill Selim is banking on htat. However, I suspect there’s something else. The queen said the healer is treating it aggressively, but even then, Selim is deteriorating much more quickly than the treatment should allow.”

            “What is he being treated for?”

            Morganne gave a look of absolute disgust.  “The mere memory of the claim made Kylin’s blood begin to boil.  The audacity of accusing Amelia of being capable of that . . .

            “They were told he had been sealed under the obsession potion,” she said, her lip curling.  “The healer was ‘unsealing’ it.”

            Ofjaet pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.  Then took a deep breath, cleared his expression, and said, “I see. I trust it has been cleared up?”

            “I would hope so,” Kylin interjected with a hint of ice.

            “If it has not, then I will ensure the matter is settled before we make our journey home,” Ofjaet assured them.

            Morganne let out an irritated sigh.  “I should get started. Kylin, I will come for you when I return for Selim’s dose.”

            Kylin nodded an she left.  Ofjaet showed him where he would be staying at night, making a joke about not getting too used to it.

            The room was quite spacious, perhaps the size of Amelia’s entire cottage.  There were a couple of writing desks, a few small tables that seemed more decorative than useful, a window with a view of the city, and two large beds.  One of the beds was already occupied by Preman.  His equipment had been unloaded onto a nearby chair and he was spreadeagle, face down, on his selected bed nearest the window.  After heard the click of the door, he called out in a muffled voice, “Kylin?”

            Kylin slowly approached, wondering if his companion needed help.

            “Yes?”

            “Kylin, try the bed,” Preman said, not lifting his head.  “But be wanred you may never get up again.”

            Kylin glanced at the second bed.  It mismatched him greatly- the bedclothes were finely woven, with golden designs wrapping into looping patterns across it.  The pillows were neatly hidden under the decorative duvet, melding their form into the mattress.  Like Selim’s, the mattress was held by an ornately carved bed frame with four posters -though simpler to denote the difference of status-, with curtains to close around the bed.  The red shade of the curtains matched the duvet.  There was nothing about it that expected the likes of a rugged, travel-worn Ranger.

            Slowly, he lowered himself onto the bed as though half-expecting it to reject him.

            It was made to capture prisoners and entice them into an eternal deep sleep.  And after many nights of getting comfortable on the ground and simple mattresses of straw, this mattress was nothing but sympathetic to the discomfort he never realized he suffered.  It told him there was nothing he would like more than to lie down and just nap a little.  After all, it would be a while before Morganne needed him again.

            With that thought, he stood back up quickly.  That was a trap.  The moment he fell asleep would be the moment he would not get up again.  He needed to stay alert.  The soft touch of the duvet and cushion of the mattress could not be trusted.

            Preman lifted his head at the sudden movement.

            “Is there a problem?” he half-mumbled.

            “I cannot see myself sleeping in that,” Kylin answered stiffly.

            “Suit yourself.”  Preman dropped his head to enjoy his luxury.

            Unused to having nothing to do, not even having to keep an ear out for danger, Kylin began to wander around the room, opening drawers and doors to see what else it contained.  However, it proved to be as boring as it was fancy.  There was nothing of interest beyond his own things, which had been brought up from the stables.  While he checked to make sure nothing was missing, he wondered how the stable boys fared with Vicious.  He didn’t doubt for a second that she was giving them all sorts of issues.

            At midday, a lunch was provided for them in an extravagantly decorated dining room.  The crown princess waited for them at the head of the table.  Just like the bed, the food was tantalizing, looking too good for there not to be a trap somewhere.

            Taileia sat on the crown princess’s right, while Ofjaet sat opposite Taileia.  The others were left to sit as they saw fit, barring the side opposite the princess.

            Kylin had never met a princess before, but Princess Rovyna almost perfectly matched what he would have expected of a woman inheriting the throne.  She kept herself carefully poised, a diplomatic smile on her face, and not hair on her head our of place.  She was clothed in elaborate garments, in fabrics that the Veil would never think of seeing, sewn in the latest fashion of the city.  She greeted them all cordially, ensuring her guests felt welcome.

            “I hope everything is suitable,” the princess said, settling herself in her seat when her guests were seated themselves.

            “We can hardly complain with the quality of hospitality,” Taileia answered.  “We certainly have nothing to compare it to.

            “And I have nothing to give myself an image of the Veil, nor anything to compare a taste of what it is like,” the princess said.  “My life has been spent in walls much like this, with only windows and paintings of farther places. Perhaps you could indulge me and tell me what the Veil Forest is like?”

            Her eyes were lit up with curiosity, readying to be amazed at all they had to tell her.

            Ofjaet smiled at her.  “Your highness, that is a vague question. One part of the forest will not be the same as another. Do you ask of scenery? Of the dangers? Of the benefits? I do wish to answer your question, but I would like to know what it is you seek.”

            The princess shifted her attention to Ofjaet, but Kylin had a sense she was watching the rest of them out of the corner of her eye.

            Still listening, Kylin turned his own attention to the food on his plate, searching for something that seemed most familiar to him to try first.

            “I understand that to become a Ranger, you must cast off any loyalty or citizenship to any other nation or kingdom,” the princess said.  “If that is so, then there must be a reason you cast it aside to live in an uncivilized and untamed forest.”

            “There are as many reasons as there are Rangers,” Ofjaet replied, smile still in place.  “Some do not join the Rangers for the forest, but as means of escape, taking up more domestic work after apprenticeship. Or their means of escape is for a change of authority. Still others join because they are drawn to protecting and maintaining the forest and its contents. I myself was drawn to the dryads and naiads of the forest. They are blessed with such a carefree outlook on life and in many ways are childlike, though they are often older than our ages combined, and may live beyond us.”

            The princess leaned back in her chair.  “Really?” she breathed.  She looked at the rest of them.  “I presume you have different reasons yourselves?”

            There was a pause in which quick glances were cast to Ofjaet to determine if offering such information was deemed acceptable to share.  Ofjaet indicating no objection, Morganne answered next.

            “Both of my parents were Rangers, madam,” Morganne explained.  “Having no other experience and plenty of evidence to discourage village life, continuing in their footsteps was the logical route to take.”

            “The Rangers permit marriage?”

            “Most certainly,” Ofjaet said.  He gestured to Taileia.  “She is my wife. Childrearing has been a more unique challenge than for those marriages where only one is a Ranger, or neither are. However, being a Ranger is often a lifetime commitment, and the experiences of what life offers us are not denied us.”

            As intriguing as the information was to her, the princess was not wholly distracted from her original question.

            “Has the parental influence of being a Ranger impacted any of you?” she asked, gesturing to Preman and Kylin.

            Preman gave a humorless laugh.  “My father was a soldier. If he influenced me any, it was to steer me away from being like him. Rather, I joined for I had no family eft, and the Randers had always treated me with kindness.”

            Making a comment of acknowledgment, the princess eyes slid from Preman to Kylin.

            Up to this point, Kylin had been happy to be an onlooker, taking small bites of what was on his plate and debating whether or not it was better than what he would eat in the Veil.  Overall, the food was enjoyable, though rich, not needing too large a portion to satisfy him. However, he could not see himself eating this every day for the rest of his life.

            An opinion, though, that was not waited for.

            Realizing she wouldn’t ignore him, he answered with a note of finality so she would not expect more from him, “The forest’s bestiary is what intrigued me.”

            The princess’s eyes lingered on him before going to Taileia, who deflected with a question of her own.

            “With such interest in the Veil, perhaps you will visit yourself and discover what we love firsthand?”

            The princess smiled warmly.  “I should like to one day, I think,” she replied.  “Perhaps when the matter with Prince Selim is settled, though. After all, there still is the matter of kidnapping.”

            There was a shift in the air, a breath of tension.

            “What part do you expect us to have in that?” Taileia asked, leaning forward.  Her expression was innocent, unaccusatory.

            “No more than you are responsible for,” the princess answered calmly.  “However, a felony was committed, and I am not one to go gallivanting about when I have responsibilities to attend to.”

            “And admirable trait,” Taileia responded.  “A country can respect a queen-to-be who remains true to her responsibilities. Especially when other leaders neglect them for other matters.”

            The princess tilted her head, still smiling.  “Is there one that you know of?”

            The name of the current king was at the front of everyone’s mind.  Even the princess knew it.  But to be so bold as to accuse her father-in0law in her home was not wise, to say the least.

            “Plenty,” Taelia said.  “But what good is my opinion that you would want more than that?”

            “The women studied each other carefully, searching for hidden meaning in their words.

            “Well, we are grateful for your assistance with the prince all the same,” the princess said finally.  “And we are quite thankful, though surprised, that you arrived so quickly. We did not realize you had received our message so soon.”

            “You sought our help.”  It was neither a statement nor a question.  It was just something flatly said, an attempt to remove surprise from her tone.

            A surprise the princess caught and noted.  “Of course. We felt if there was anyone who could help, it would be you.”

            Kylin exchanged a glance with Morganne.  Kendra had made it seem as though the royal family did not know about the assassin.  Yet if their help was sought out, did it not stand to reason they suspected something?

            Ofjaet cleared his throat.  “I am surprised that you thought highly enough of our healing prowess to overcome the prejudice and invite us to help.”

            “No one else would be so bold as to defy the royal healer’s diagnosis and treatment,” the princess explained.  “The last one who was is no longer welcome here.             There was an uncomfortable silence.  Less because of the remark made of Amelia, but more of the princess’s reference to the royal healer.

            Kylin resisted the urge to look at Morganne again, to catch a glimpse of her reaction.  He knew that the princess would see it and judge it.

            “It is true that we are more willing,” Ofjaet agreed.  “We do not have to deal with the social repercussions. The solders in the Veil will never think highly of us, and the villagers put more weight and trust in their own healers.”

            “I see.”  Her tone made it clear that the silence had not slipped by her.  “So you received no message from us, yet you are here?”

            “We knew the prince was ailing,” Ofjaet said.  Adding firmly, “And we wished to ensure that no ill will would be held against us for it.”

            They regarded each other carefully, yet keeping in place their cordial expressions.

            Oh so thankfully, the princess moved on from the topic, returning to something a lot more acceptable, such as Ofjaet’s dealings with dryads.

            After lunch, Morganne laid our her expectations and plans regarding Selim’s care.  Though there would already be a guard watching him, Morganne stated she would be more comfortable if one of their own watched Selim, especially when she wasn’t there to keep an eye on his symptoms herself.  When she went to administer his next dose, she took Preman with her, putting Kylin on the second watch of the night.

            Still distrusting trap known as the bed, Kylin pulled the bedclothes off and made a nest by the fire.  Then he settled in to get some sleep before his shift.

[xuqijie]

kim minji x f!reader

# tw ; none

# genre ; fluff, tiny bit of angst

you agreed to the outing. a vial of antidote in your pocket and kim minji’s bright smile, how could you choose between the two?

the date was settled. your outing would be carried out on a tuesday and one of minji’s maids had delivered a handwritten letter to you.

you could only make out some parts of the writing, with minji’s scribbles and scrawled penmanship. something about how she was incredibly nervous… happy and excited… and more about how she fawned over your dress that you had worn during her birthday banquet. at the end, a tiny note read, ‘wear something fit for exercise, yet casual.’ and you were meant to meet her at the crack of dawn, the letter stating something about how it was more romantic.

despite all the sweet innuendos, a frown overtook your face. exercise? it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone but physical activity wasn’t really your strong suit. your talent belonged behind books and cauldrons. to be put simply, you sucked. sucked horribly at sports.

the perpetrator who had caused this whole ordeal had merely brushed you off, saying, “c’mon y/n, put on your big boy boots and snog her or something!” you had thrown haerin out immediately.

your outfit was a simple blue vest with a collared shirt underneath and a random pair of trousers that you found in hyewon’s closet. you also slipped a vial of the antidote into your pocket. once you had deemed it acceptable for any type of activity minji would have prepared, you left the cottage.

to your surprise, minji was just a few feet away, her eyes gleaming once she caught sight of you.

“y/n!” minji exclaimed, “i was waiting for you.” you blinked. the princess looked… extremely gorgeous. her outfit was almost the same as yours but instead she had an adorable beret that sat on top of her head.

“how’d you find where i stayed?” you asked, shocked. hyewon’s cottage was deep into the woods and most people wouldn’t have even ventured down the forest.

minji eyed you awkwardly, shifting her weight between her feet, “i kind of, followed you.” you gaped. if it was anyone else, you would have murdered them on the spot. but this was kim minji. the princess.

obviously you couldn’t slaughter the princess. that would cause so many political issues. and a minji-shaped gap in your heart would occur, your inner thoughts shared.

cursing your mind, you put on an equally sheepish grin.

“it’s all right… shall we head off then?” you supplied, already wanting to escape the nerve wracking conversation. minji’s eyes lit up and she nodded enthusiastically.

the princess held out a hand, her lips curled up into a smile. and for a few seconds, you stared blankly at the open palm, minji secretly wondered if you were just going to leave her there. putting on a brave front, you intertwined your fingers with hers and gripped it softly.

your simple action had boosted minji’s confidence as she rambled on about her princess duties and how her elder cousins would be visiting the kingdom soon.

“they would require another banquet,” she groaned, “and i would be the designated planner once again. i’m not really sure why the princess’s duty consists of party planning!” you giggled at her.

“don’t you rich people have personal party planners?”

minji turned to you, faux disgust on her face as she led you into a carriage, “that’s outrageous. too much confidential information would be revealed. there’s a high risk of sabotage.”

“on a party?”

“yes! did you know that a few decades ago, my great grandfather's coronation was sabotaged by a hired mercenary that spiked the grape wine?” minji said, “it was simply petrifying for all the guests when one of the food tasters dropped dead.”

you could only listen nervously. you were pretty sure that the attempted assasination was your ancestor’s fault, once hearing a similar story from hyewon.

“and also, it had caused a new law that was set, about how banquet’s now needed to be authorised by the royal court! in 1927, another law was created because one of the maids had— sorry, am i boring you?” minji widened her eyes. you tilted your head, “no? not at all.”

the princess swallowed audibly, “i just feel like i’m rambling on, you don’t look like you’d be interested in decrees and laws.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

“just because i break a lot of them, doesn’t mean i’m not interested, silly. i think it’s cute how a princess like you is so fond of royal decrees,” you smiled, “ever think of joining that royal court of yours?”

minji opened her mouth then instantly closed it, blushing a violent red all across her cheeks.

“well, no. but i think i might reconsider,” she muttered before spinning her head around and smiling widely.

“y/n, we’re here.” you peered out the window, a gasp escaping your lips. a plain field of grass spread before the sunrise, and horses equipped with saddles awaited you.

“wow,” you blurted out, “it’s amazing.” you heard minji humming in agreement but when you turned to her, you found her eyes tracking your face.

you scoffed when she sent a playful wink at you.

“you’re such a flirt.”

“only for you,” minji said. at times like this, you could feel the guilt clawing at you. minji shouldn’t have to plan all these elaborate dates out for someone that she doesn’t even have actual feelings for. she shouldn’t have to flirt and laugh with someone who was taking advantage of her. she didn’t need to do that all. but you forced her to. these weren’t her true intentions. why did that cause such a strange feeling in your chest?

because you like her, stupid, future you would retort.

feeling minji’s eyes on you once more, you shot her a small smile. as if saying you were fine. albeit slightly more conscious now, minji brought you to one of the ponies and ran through all the safety instructions.

“i’ve ridden a horse before, minji,” you laughed, “i know how to saddle it, don’t worry so much.”

minji shot you a sheepish grin as she rubbed the back of her neck, “i just want you to be safe.” you send a soft smile back before saddling the white horse beside you.

once seated, you and minji rode around the grass plains for a good hour, minji constantly sharing stories about her family and you just listening.

“this was really fun,” you remarked, slowing your horse’s pace as you headed back to minji.

“i’m glad you liked it, y/n.” minji turned around, beaming at you.

you halter in your steps, heart racing a mile. her hair gleamed under the sun and her eyes held stars. you travel your gaze further down to her lips. pink, luscious lips that would definitely be softer than anyone’s bed. you felt as if your heart was in your throat.

“you’re… so pretty,” you blurted out, not being able to control yourself. the princess raised her eyebrows.

“really?”

you nodded stiffly, “yes. you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“that’s such a compliment, especially from you,” minji winked. you tried to let out a laugh, but the only thing you could feel was guilt.

you shouldn’t be the one here complimenting minji. you shouldn’t be the one riding off on horses with the princess. and you definitely shouldn’t feel anything for her.

you made a decision as the two of you led the horses back.

“minji,” you started out, “are you sure you actually like me?” minji opened her mouth to retort but you continued, “on the day we met, i gave you a love potion. your feelings for me are fake. you’re under the love potion, that’s why you like me.”

the princess frowned, “no i’m not.”

“you are! that’s the only reason why you’re acting like this! listen minji… i… i’m sorry, for deceiving you and taking advantage of your kindness. but i really don’t deserve this. you deserve better!” you exclaimed.

minji sighed, “y/n, i really don’t know what you’re talking about. you’re all that i want.”

you groaned, getting more and more frustrated, “i’m all that you want? even if you weren’t under the love potion, you don’t know me! you don’t know what i like, dislike or anything!”

“then let me get to know you.”

“minji, it doesn’t work like that. i reckon you just take this, and we forget everything between us, all right?” you shoved the vial into her hands and watched intently as she observed it.

“y/n, what’s this?”

“the antidote. for the love potion. please drink it and we can forget anything that happened today.” you glanced at the princess, feeling your stomach tighten as hurt flashed across her face.

minji narrowed her eyes, “if you think that a silly antidote could rid my feelings for you, then you’re wrong. but fine, if that is what you desire…” she popped open the cork and chugged the blue liquid down.

you almost sighed in relief, but the inner part of your heart was screaming.

“how… how do you feel?” you asked nervously.

minji turned to you, a scowl on her face, “i feel the same. is this just an elaborate joke? are you shaming me for liking someone of the same gender?”

you looked at her, mortified, “no! i could never shame you for doing so.”

“well i feel the same. your stupid antidote didn’t work,” minji scoffed, “since you’re so intent on forgetting, i’ll bring you back and leave you alone.”

“minji…” you pleaded, “i’m not kidding! seriously, i threw a love potion at you!”

the princess rolled her eyes, “and i just drank your antidote. i feel as usual and i still have feelings for you. but it’s fine, let’s forget today even existed.” you internally gasped at the realisation, but your blank stare must have answered some questions for minji, who spared a final glance at you before almost sprinting to the carriage.

you chased after her. you couldn��t let minji think that this was all just a scheme to humiliate her. you managed to get a grip of minji’s wrist and you pulled her back to face you.

“what do you want now?”

“i like you, kim minji,” you stated, “and it’s not because of a love potion.”

minji’s gaze softened.

“you’re not kidding, right?”

“no. i like you. i have feelings for you,” you repeated.

after a moment of silence, you wondered if minji was going to reject you. after all, you did invalidate her feelings. closing your eyes, you braced for the rejection. but you only felt a weight on your shoulder.

“please never do that again,” minji said, her voice muffled against your shoulder, “you don’t know how heartbroken i was when you accused me of having fake feelings.”

you sighed at your past self’s obliviousness.

“i’m terribly sorry, my princess.”

“my princess? is that my new nickname?”

“yes it is,” you smiled, holding minji’s body close to yours, enjoying the warm embrace minji gave.

[lunamochii]

Deux valent mieux qu'un

cw; chamber x f!reader, two D’s, mirror chamber, sex in public(i think..), not proofread

You were assign to a mission together with Jett, Phoenix and Chamber but Brimstone contacted you guys that they need 2 more person since Viper and Raze that was with him got taken and is currently being treated back in the base

“Stay safe Y/N!”

Jett exclaimed before hopping to the helicopter or whatever they call that, now you’re all left alone with Chamber and the silence between you guys is choking you

Clearing your throat, you grip your weapon tight and signal him that you’re going to the other side. Setting up some traps along the way, you decided to camp at a tight spot that barely 2 people can squeeze in

‘Fais attention chérie’

You heard Chamber speak through the earpiece and you only utter a silent hum, minutes passed by and there’s no sign of the mirrors. Just as you were about to change location you heard Chamber’s teleport, signaling that he teleported near to where you are

You silently walk and saw him dusting him self, even fixing his hair

“Chamber? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be guarding the other location?”

“Oh... alors c'est toi”

You rolled your eyes and cling your gun on your side as you walk up to him

“You know very well that I don’t understand french”

“Pardon ma belle, I decided to check you here that’s why”

Your eyebrows arch knowing that Chamber never leaves his post, shrugging it away, you told him to follow you. Both of your steps were quite as possible and just when you were about to take a turn, Chamber pulled you and pin you against the wall. His one hand covering your mouth as he signalled you to stay silent

“Fuck! Where is that damn old man?!”

Your eyebrows furrowed whe you heard Neon’s voice before you could even react, you heard a gunshot and a thud

“That’s one, hm where could she have gone too?”

That’s where you gather all your strength and manage to push away the Chamber in front of you

“Who the heck?!”

You scream and the man in front of you just smirk

“Y/N! What’s wro— You…”

The other Chamber position his gun and the other one chuckle

“This isn’t part of our deal”

Chamber said those word as calm as possible, while pointing his gun at his double. The other one just chuckled deeply and pulled something out from his pocket, it was a perfume. The color of it is a mix of purple and pink

Chamber raise his eyebrows and the mirror just sprayed it in the air, even you was questioning why he did that, but you were answered the moment you inhaled the scent

“What— What’s that?”

You drop on to your knees as you began coughing, your face beat red. Chamber rush to your side and help you to get back on your feet, but the mere interaction made you gasp and grip hard on to his arm

“Ma cherie! What’s wrong?”

The mirror chuckled and sat on the box that is just in front of you

“It was a invention of one of our agents, quite amazing right?”

You glared at the mirror as your body began to feel more hot, you even unbuttoned two of your buttons from your polo that you’re wearing

Chamber held you close to him as he look at his counterpart, clearing his throast, he held out his hand while looking straight at the eyes of his mirror

“Give me the antidote of whatever the fuck is the cure for this. We didn’t agree on this.”

His voice is firm and the grip he had on you is only making it worse from you, you squeeze your thighs together to calm yourself but you only shivered at the friction you just made by yourself

“Cure? The one who made that haven’t come up with a cure but I know what will make it disappear”

“What is it?”

“Have sex with her”

Chamber is always compose but what his mirror just said made his eyes go wide, do it with you? In here?

You felt yourself throb just by hearing that suggestion and you pinch Chamber making him look at you, the effect is stronger now and it’s becoming unbearable. You tiptoe and grab him by his neck as you place your lips against his

“Please please, I can’t handle it anymore. Want you in me”

Chamber curse and hug you tightly, you moan into the kiss as you press yourself more towards him. You don’t care anymore if his mirror is watching, or you will be spreading yourself in front of the two Chamber

“Hng” you moan out when you felt your lover’s hand go down and got in between your legs as he began to stroke your core

“Stay still” Chamber whispered onto your ear as he began to stroke you, you can feel your legs wobbling. You know for yourself that you won’t be able to stand any longer than this

“My lap is free~ Come sit le miroir de mon amant”

Chamber pulled away from your lips and look at his mirror. He smirk and made you turn around so you are facing the mirror, Chamber pulled your panties down and since you’re only wearing a skirt. You wet core is full view to the mirror when Chamber decided to lift you off the ground. You heard the other one hiss and immediately got up and kneel down before you

“Will you let him have fun too, bien-aimée?”

You never have nodded your head fast and the mirror immediately lap his tongue on your folds, as you moan out loud, you were basically shaking when the mirror inserted one finger, his tongue flicking on your clit. Sucking you hard.

“Oh god! Fuck!”

Chamber chuckle hearing your moans and curse, not wanting to miss out the fun he put down one of your legs but the mirror decided to put your one leg over his shoulder as he press his lips more to your folds

“Face me”

You obliged and you are met by a hot kiss, Chamber’s hands is now groping your breast. Getting annoyed by your garment he tore it and pull your bra up, as he played with your nipples

The stimulations the men that is giving you weren’t that much help by holding back your release, you grab on the mirror’s tongue and look at him, meeting his eyes

“Coming… I’m coming..”

You manage to say and the mirror just nodded as he went back on his business, Chamber lift one of your arm so he can suck one of your breast.

Your curses was followed by a loud moan when you came in to the mirror’s mouth, you lean your back to Chamber as he continued on sucking to your breast. The mirror stood up as he lick the side of his lips

“But I’m not done yet”

The mirror said as he unzip his pants and you swear to God, it’s almost the same size of your very own lover

Q“Relax now, cherie” Chamber whispered to your ear and you heard unzipping sound from your back

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If it weren’t for Brimstone that have contacted Chamber and told you guys to go back now, their cock wouldn’t stop bullying your insides

“W-We need— ah!”

You moan out when the mirror slap your ass hard as you get back on sucking your lover’s cock, Chamber’s hand stroking your cheeks as you bob your head faster

“I know but you can go for other round right?”

“Vincent! I c-ca—“

You were stop when Chamber push your head down and came inside your mouth, tears streaming down your face as you gulp his cum down. When he pulled away he was satisfied with your look

“Hnng! Faster please!”

You beg the mirror as you reach your hand towards his hand that is place on your hips

“What a slut, want my cock deeper? Hm?”

“Yes! Please! Fuck me harder!”

Chamber were amuse by your words as he grip your cheeks and capture your attention by kissing you, he eyed his mirror and the other understood right away, the mirror pulled you up and pulled his cock out

Chamber lifted one of your legs and let out a moan when he inserted his cock inside your pussy, your eyes rolled back as you felt the mirror push his cock inside your other hole, if this goes on any longer, they will break you

“Holy shit…” you curse out as you grab on to Vincent’s shoulders as they began to move together, swearing to no end, you feel yourself getting close on losing to your sanity

“Merde! You fucking love it when there’s two cocks inside you, huh?”

Your half lidded eyes look at Chamber and nod as you put your head at the side of his neck and began giving him kisses there, you don’t even recognize your voice anymore, your moans that is becoming more slutty.

“Pleaaase let me cum! Cum inside me! I want your loads of cum inside me, Vincents!”

The two men laugh as they fuck you harder and faster, a pool of precum is forming underneath you, your juices leaking from your thighs as you began to feel a another release

“Let’s get this over” Chamber uttered and the mirror agreed and in one final thrust they both came inside you and you swore to yourself that you can pass out right there and then

The mirror Chamber immediately pulled out and let the rest of his cum spilled on to your back as he let out a satisfied sigh, he didn’t waste time on fixing his self, as he watch you lean close to your lover

“Vincent..” He heard you call out to his Earth self

“Yes, mon amour?” Chamber stroke your cheeks and wiping your tears away as he hug you close, kissing the crown of your head

“I love you” you uttered before darkness consume you, Chamber took off his vest and wrap it on you as clean you with the handkerchief he always carry

After doing so he carried you bridal style since he heard the ride back to base is getting nearer, he look at his mirror and wondered why he have a longing gaze towards you

“Hope you didn’t fall inlove to my lover” Chamber said and the mirror just laugh and a portal appeared beside him

“I won’t. But I hope sure her mirror self will fall in love with me”

Chamber’s eyebrows raise and the mirror laugh

“See you again, mon ami”

With that the mirror step inside the portal and disappear together with the portal. Chamber shrug his shoulders and start to walk towards the open field, he also notice that the Neon mirror is gone but he couldn’t careless why

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“Is she okay?”

Sage ask the moment she saw you on Chamber’s arms, when she touch your forehead you were burning

“She has a fever, quick lay her down”

“Désolé mon amour” Chamber uttered and kiss your cheeks but he refuse to lay you down on the floor. Instead he sat down and let you lay on his lap, his arm as support for your head

“What happened?”

“She couldn’t handle two” He joked but Sage just look at him with questioning eyes

“Nevermind. Just please treat her”

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“Vincent Fabron!”

The mirror Chamber was greeted by a high pitch scream, he let out a groan and walk towards where the voice is coming from

“Did you steal one of the bottles in here?!”

There you are, the love of his life, atleast in his mind he have already courted, go on dates, exchange iloveyou’s, and fuck you

“Why would I do that mon amour?”

Your mirror self huff angrily and crosses her arms as she look at him up and down

“You fucking reak of sex”

Chamber smirk and took one step closer, putting both of his hands on each side. He stare deep into her eyes before pulling out the bottle he used while ago

“For a feedback, it doesn’t have a effect on men. Although it certainly has a great effect on a woman.”

Her brows meet together and Chamber sprayed the cologne across the room and covering her nose wasn’t much a big help

“What are you saying?” She ask and she almost let out a moan when Chamber rub her core with his knee

“I say that I have fuck your counterpart. Won’t you let me actually bury my cock deep inside you?”

Her eyes widened and not too long she fell into his arms but who would have thought that this mirror of Vincent Fabron would be a total sub in front of your counterpart

Your mirror certainly made sure he will be punish by having sex with her earth self, mirror Vincent promised that he won’t do that again if it will only result by him getting tied up. Too much for his ego.

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finish 12/11/22

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"Rook, what's all this nonsense about?" "The greys are like pixies, but nobody likes their jokes." Rook explained, "I'd pay for the chance to stick one of them in the containment unit." "Lovely." He rolled his eyes. He found it was never a good sign when Rook held a grudge against an entity. It only happened with those that were powerful enough to elude her. At least it looked like Bill had been successful in his hunt. Good. Now, if everybody could have been so kind to get off his lawn... "Oh, that's just Alexa." Rook explained, motioning to the bamboo sprout in question, "Lucien can teach spinach how to send emails. You've got to love that." Lucien was about to correct her, but refrained when she turned to give Antonio a not so gentle poke. She was definitely more upset than she let on. Still, it was the strange that the music was still playing. "Now, care to explain what the fuck is wrong with you? It's been a bloody mess at the office today!"

"You should consider yourself thankful you've not had an encounter yourself," Leofric replied, "They do enjoy mischievous spells. Some worse than others."

He wasn't going to get into the incident of the man who got turned into a merman and was so horrified he cut the tail off and almost died from the shock and blood loss.

"Huh, neat," Bill said, with a small grin, "The things you can do with plants other than the usual growing crops, prettying up gardens, helping keep bees alive, and maybe making a few things to smoke. Clever."

Leofric was wearing a frown of his own. He didn't like that the music was still playing like that. It meant that despite Bill being so confident that they had managed to stop Antonio, there was something not quite right.

Antonio gritted his teeth when he felt his side being jabbed at. He was in enough pain without that.

"Right now, I'm blindfolded, currently aching, my pride is wounded, and I'm trapped," Antonio only replied, although he didn't sound too torn up about that situation, "And I'd like to get out of here. Maybe I'll be up to talk more once we're back in the real world and not this place."

"Nah, come on, we got time," Bill said, "I know plants don't agree with me but I can hang about for a bit."

Leofric had already started to flip through a smaller grimoire that he had been carrying in his pocket. He knew the page he needed, and if he was lucky, he would already have a pill of the antidote on hand. If not, it would be easy to put together. He hadn't done decades of research into creating a simple anti-magic antidote with minimal ingredients after all.

"I'm sure Lucien would like to see me gone as well," Antonio added then, aiming to sway the decision further with just that statement alone. The man preferred his privacy after all, and this place seemed to be like a sanctum to him.

"Well, that's up to him more than you," Bill said, "Leofric?"

"I think I might have an antidote already on hand. I still don't like that music though. It's making me uneasy."

"I like it," Bill said, grinning, "Plant's got good taste."

"I suppose some have a redemption arc, and I suppose some go in the opposite direction," Antonio said, "On this occasion, you are the better person than me, I won't deny that."

He chuckled a little bit.

"Of course not," Antonio said, drumming a set of sharp claws on the top of his walking cane. When had they appeared? "You think I'm going to miss a rare chance to be something more than what I am now?"

Despite all of his efforts. It appeared that Lucien just couldn't be swayed. Antonio could see it in his face, especially his eyes.

"Heh, of course not," Antonio replied then, "Well, you've made your choice. Seeing as I can't have your mind..."

The green swirling mists disappeared from his eyes, and they instead turned a solid black, like that of a long abandoned tunnel. His teeth appeared sharper, and green energy formed around his hands. He then held one of that out towards Lucien, who might have started to feel a horrible stretching sensation inside of his chest.

"I'm going to have your soul."

[zirawrites]

One day companions (Excluding Dogmeat and Codsworth) find a bottle that says, “Devil’s Kiss! Become Too Hot to Handle!”

And when they decide to drink it, they gain the ability to throw fire bombs, although they suffer for a brief moment

How would they react?

Cait: “Oh fuck yes!” Cait was so impressed with her own strength that any fears she had ingested something from the Institute were quickly replaced by how badass she felt burning the scrap around her. She immediately asked Sole if they could stop by a raider camp. Just for fun.

Curie: Curie was used to putting herself through physical alterations for science. Hell, she had transferred her consciousness into a synthetic body just to understand humanity a little better. But since she hadn’t expected the effects of the drink, her first reaction was to scream and turn away from Sole out of fear she’d burn her companion. When Curie realized she had gained -- for lack of a scientific term -- fire powers, she immediately wanted test the limitations of her new abilities under the guise of “fieldwork”.

Danse: Danse immediately told Sole he needed rushed to the Brotherhood clinic to undergo testing. He had no desire to try out his new fire abilities. The poor man just wanted a quick cure before other soldiers suspected him of being an Institute experiment.

Deacon: Deacon morphed into a superhero-esque stance; legs far apart, hands close to his body, knees bent. “Sole, hold still.” His partner did not, in fact, stay still at all. They ran straight to Tinker Tom and Carrington for some kind of antidote. And refused to call Deacon by his new preferred Railroad code name: Dragonlord.

Hancock: “I’m just glad I didn’t take this while tripping. I don’t think I’d have believed my own eyes.” Hancock is surprisingly chill about the whole ordeal. He’s seen weirder stuff ingested by stranger people in Goodneighbor alleys. He also refuses to find a cure, insisting he’s officially the hottest ghoul in the Commonwealth.

MacCready: While MacCready usually panicked at every sci-fi or horror element he encountered, he reminded himself of the kind of superheroes in his favorite comics. He immediately asked Sole if he could team up with them on the next mission they pretended to be the Silver Shroud. “I’m basically your sidekick already,” he said. “What’s adding a little flare going to hurt?”

Preston: “Shit. Do you think this is permanent?” Preston was so afraid he would accidentally burn Sole that he refused to take his hands out of his pockets.

Piper: Piper’s first reaction was to panic, but when she realized the drink wasn’t lethal and she could throw fire, the reporter instantly threw a few bombs up in the air. “Look how high I can get them! This is crazy, Blue!” Sole quickly reminded her the fire was going to come back down, and the companions ran like hell.

Nick: “I think this would have killed an ordinary man.” Nick shot another fire bomb at a crumbling wall and watched it explode with tentative awe. “Luckily I’m not flesh-and-blood.” He was unnerved by his own abilities, but not afraid. He knew he wouldn’t abuse the power.

X6-88: “The Institute could utilize this.” X6 acted stoic, but Sole noticed his slight grin whenever he lobbed another bomb down the highway. He was absolutely enjoying having fire powers.

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Paper Rings | p.p.

Andrew!Peter Parker

Leave Through the Lobby drabble

In which Peter goes to May to discuss his future

Word Count: 940

Warnings: Softy Peter. No reader today

Author’s Note: We’re almost done with the series so please enjoy this drabble and Peter Parker being a softy. Also, I established a timeline for their relationship (sort of)

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“When did you start seeing her again?” May asked one afternoon.

Peter was sitting in the living room with his aunt, having come to visit on his usual day. Over the last few months, he had made it a point to always come see her on Thursday; the time always varied but he never missed a Thursday without a good reason. It was part of his “getting better” initiative. May always knew he was a busy guy, and she knew about Spider-Man (had for a couple years, at least), so she never got upset he didn’t visit. But he knew better and he missed her.

Peter had to consider that answer carefully. They were definitely sleeping together and seeing each other prior to actually dating. He wasn’t sure which anniversary mattered more; Peter found both important. “Uh, technically it’ll be a year next week since we started hanging out. Our dating anniversary is in like two months —sometime in April —though,” he settled on, nodding a bit.

“Have you talked to her about marriage?” His aunt asked.

Peter nodded some, leaning forward. “I have brought it up. She has too. She told me she didn’t expect it any time soon, when I said I needed to save for a ring,” he explained. A smile played on his lips as he looked down. “She told me I could give her a paper ring and she’d still say yes.”

May nodded, leaning back into the couch as she considered what Peter was telling her. She glanced at the calendar on her wall then back at Peter. “But you do have the ring, right?”

He nodded excitedly, standing to reach into his pocket. In July, while Y/N was forced to stay overnight at the hospital after her attack, Peter had to step out to take the antidote to the police. On his way back, he had swung by a robbery at a jewelry shop (“Seriously guys? I have so much to do tonight”). When he had webbed up the thieves, the store owner had offered Peter something to reward him, as a thank you.

It was how he got the ring.

He guessed on the size, but Peter felt he had a good enough idea that it didn’t matter. The ring itself was beautiful, and everything about it screamed her name when he looked at it. He knew it was perfect. A little untraditional, but everything about their relationship went against tradition. He knew she’d love it.

The ring had been burning a hole in his pocket for nearly seven months now.

May opened the box, looking it over with a thoughtful smile. Tears started to rim her eyes as she looked up at her nephew, a proud but loving look in her eyes. Peter wrapped an arm around his aunt’s shoulders, pulling her into a side hug and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. His eyes were getting misty too, just thinking about marrying Y/N.

“It’s certainly not a paper ring, is it?” She laughed softly, looking up at him. The tears were finally starting to fall. For once, though, they were of joy. “I’m so happy you’re back,” May sighed, looking up at Peter now. He pulled back, looking down at his aunt with a small smile. She reached up touched his cheek, wiping her eyes with her free hand. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you so happy; it’s good to see this side of you again.”

“It’s…it’s just nice knowing I can still feel like this, after everything,” Peter admitted. He slipped the ring back into his pocket. “She is…the best thing to happen to me.”

May nodded, finally standing up. Peter watched for a moment as she excused herself. He stood to follow but she shooed him away as she returned with a small shoebox. Returning to her seat on the couch, she opened the box up. He followed her lead and peered at the contents, smiling softly. Inside were photos of May and Ben, letters between the two, movie tickets, and other pieces of memorabilia from their life.

“When Ben and I got married,” she started, looking through the box. “He was just as skinny as you were. We had to get him a new ring right before our ten year anniversary because it got too small.” She made an ‘ah-ha!’ sound as she pulled out a little velvet pouch and opened it. Uncle Ben’s original ring slid into her hand, along with her wedding band. “When we took you in, Peter, we didn’t plan on having children but you were a blessing; you still are.”

Peter took the rings in his hand gently, as if they would vanish he wasn’t careful. The misty eyes were turning to proper tears now as he looked back at his aunt who watched him. “Ben would be so proud of you, Peter. And I think he’d want you to have these rings too.”

“May…I can’t take your wedding band —“

“I have my engagement ring still; that’s what I look at to remember your uncle. The wedding band simply binds you together; I know that if he were still here, he’d agree.”

Peter slid the rings back into the bag before he pulled his aunt into a full, tight hug. A soft sob escaped his lips as he held her tight, thanking her for everything she had done for him. May started crying once more, hugging him back just as tight, and reminded him over and over that she loved him so much.

All that was left to do was propose.

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To Remember

Previous part: To Realize

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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader

Summary: Natasha's been connecting all the dots about how she feels about you, it's up to her to how she'll handle the situation.

Warnings: none, let me know if there's any.

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You wake up alert and on your guard when you feel someone touching you, and manage to calm your nerves as soon as seeing the redhead and pair of green eyes looking at you. "God, I thought you were dead," Natasha says before sighing.

"Well, obviously, I am pretty much alive." You retort, yet the worry and concern didn't leave Natasha, and you notice the two of you shivering due to the temperature. Taking both her hands, you blow air on her skin attempting to make her feel better. "I think we should change our clothes, we're soaking wet." You comment, and she agrees.

"When you said it wasn't after us, what is that psycho after then?" You ask her as you stand up from where you were laying down, attempting to dust off the dirt that's already clinging to your clothes. "It's after this." She told before taking something inside the pocket of her hoodie, revealing a bunch of vials with something red.

"What is it?" You ask once more, Natasha shrugged and now showing you a photo of her probably around 10 or 11, she has blue-dyed hair and there's someone younger than her. You look at her and she seems taken aback, seeing her old photos.

"She's my little sister…" Nat didn't say anything more, you don't want to force any information about her at this time, you offer your hand yet hesitated before holding on to it. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I couldn't help, I barely felt my body after the explosion." You confessed.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to come along to get some gas." She apologized, you look at her with furrowed brows. "It's alright, it's not every day you get an RPG launching towards you while driving a car." You tried to joke about the situation, and you managed to make her smile a little.

"But, I could have gotten you killed." You roll your eyes, quickly placing her hand on your chest for her to feel your heart beating. "Well, I'm alive, save that for another day." You say, then Natasha stayed silent.

"Let's just go, we're going to Budapest." She says as she takes her hand back to herself, not holding your hand anymore, kinda hurt when the two of you walk back in the forest and into the caravan, not mentioning a word about the kiss that happened earlier.

Changing clothes, and managed to get all the necessities in a bag, then the two of you left the place as if no one stayed there recently. There's nothing but complete silence between the two of you, she occasionally asks if you're okay then there's nothing more, not even small talk.

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The two of you got off the train, the two of you didn't initiate a conversation during the whole trip, all she said was the two of you would be heading to the Budapest safe house. You tried to ask what she and Clint did here in the country. Her answer was short and simple. "I'm only removing my last defect on SHIELD," she said.

Now the two of you are outside the door, you have your handgun out while she tries to pick the lock, then a voice comes from inside. "I know you're out there." The female inside spoke. "I know you know I'm out here," Nat replied, then finally opened the door. "Whatever happens between me and Yelena, you don't do anything, alright?" She quickly says before heading inside.

The two of you have your guards up then Yelena speaks again. "Then why are you and your friend are skulking around like you're in a minefield?" Natasha chuckled sarcastically at the comment. "Because I don't know if I can trust you," Nat commented.

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing." Yelena finally revealed herself, a blonde female in her 20s, and she has a gun pointed at Natasha. The redhead looks at you signaling that it's time for you to back away, you place your gun back at your holster raising your hand where Yelena can see them.

"Didn't expect you'd bring a friend," Yelena says, her eyes never leaving Natasha's figure, then the two of them still have their guns pointed at one another. You decide it's best to leave the two alone, and you look around the flat, not touching anything and still careful while wandering around.

You started hearing dishes getting broken, somebody getting thrown on the ground, door, probably kitchen cabinet too. You trust Nat and decided to stick to your word that you won't do anything if something happens, maybe this is how they greet one another? You're not going to be surprised actually.

Then the noise died, you've decided to check both of them, and they were choking each other with a curtain, the place is absolutely trashed but none of them seems to be injured. Both of them turned red until Natasha called for a truce.

"You've grown up," Natasha says, Yelena stood up then looked at you as she replied to Nat. "No shit." Then the blonde heads into the kitchen and chugging vodka straight out of the bottle. "This is how you guys greet each other? Wouldn't say it's sweet, but you guys do your thing." You asked Nat.

Natasha shook her head. "Haven't seen her in like 20 years, trust issues, y'know?" You chuckle at her answer, then the two of you follow Yelena.

"You had to come to Budapest, huh?" Natasha says as she takes a drink in a shot glass, Yelena shot her a look before speaking. "I came here because I thought you wouldn't." Then her eyes trailed at the walls. "But since you're here, what bullet does that?" You and Nat look at the holes in the wall.

"Those are arrows." You answered Yelena, and she seemed to be content with it. "If you thought I wouldn't come here then why did you send me this?" Natasha says before placing the vials along with the picture on the table. "You brought it back here?" Yelena says with worry in her voice.

"Well, tell me what it is," Natasha commanded, then Yelena talks about it being a synthetic gas that has something to do with altering their mind. "In English, please?" Nat says with confusion on her face. "это противоядие от контроля над разумом (it's an antidote to mind control.)" Yelena spoke, causing you to chuckle.

Natasha looks at both of you before commenting. "Real mature." You furrow your brow with what Nat has said before defending yourself. "It was funny? Your sister has humor, Nat." You say now crossing both of your arms.

"Why don't you take it to your super scientist's friends, her dad?" Yelena asked while pointing at you. "We're actually on the run and we're federal fugitives as of the moment, sorry." You replied to Yelena, and you haven't noticed that Nat changed her shirt.

"Well, where's an Avenger when you need one?" Yelena spoke, and Nat glared at her sister, holding Natasha's arms when she walked towards Yelena. Stopping her from probably starting another fight, and she seems like she wouldn't so you let go of her.

"You could've gotten both of us killed." Natasha raised her voice, then you looked away trying to avoid the conversation. "What was I supposed to do? You're the only superhero person I know." Yelena spoke, and you felt bad for Yelena when Nat almost shouted at her sister.

"You know, I keep on checking the news about Captain America taking down the Red Room," Yelena says and Natasha looks at her surprised, you are confused since she and Clint already took down the Red Room, they always joke about Budapest. "What? Dreykov's dead, we almost blew up an entire building just to take him down." Nat spoke.

"Who's we?" Natasha rolled her eyes and answered. "Barton, we stayed here for 10 days before even leaving the country," Nat explained, yet Yelena isn't even convinced. "Then tell me exactly what happened, tell me the full details."

Natasha didn't speak as if she was holding something back, you were sitting down on a chair watching the tense scene between the two. "Did you check for Dreykov's body?" Yelena asked once again.

"There was no body left to check," Natasha answered, and Yelena scoffed as if Nat wasn't speaking the truth, then silence filled the room. Until the three of you heard footsteps outside, then Natasha pulled you to hide in safety.

Suddenly you and Nat heard the window crash and footsteps going in your direction. "You alright?" Nat asked, you just nodded trying to be silent, then Natasha's eyes went searching for Yelena.

Now she sees Yelena going across the room, turning some switch and causing a continuous explosion, then the three of you used the advantage of it and fleeing the building, you and Nat followed Yelena since she seems to be headed somewhere.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Natasha asked while the three of you were running for your lives. "East side of the building! Motorcycles!" Yelena answered, now the three of you managed to get on the roof. A lady is wearing a similar suit to what Nat would usually wear chasing all of you, seems like she's not hesitating to kill you all too.

Now there's nowhere to go other than jumping on the chimney and probably hoping for the best, you and Nat removed some piece of metal that connects the chimney to the roof, as soon as the both of you removed it. The three of you hopped on and held tight, suddenly the lady decided to join, yet she missed.

Natasha managed to hold the lady, trying to knife Nat's hands then she slipped from her grasp, causing the stranger to fall, the chimney now crashed on a building, you and Yelena fell and crashed in a window.

"Who are these people?" You ask Yelena, helping her to stand up, and two of you catch your breaths before heading to Natasha. "There are other Widows, trying to retrieve the vials and return it to Dreykov." You nodded with her explanation.

"Let's get to Natasha and free the widow chasing us," Yelena says, taking out one of the vials in her bag, then the two of you rushing down the stairs, and you wish that Natasha is safe, probably doesn't have a broken bone too.

"I believe you must be exposed to the gas then?" You ask her once again, Yelena looks at you. "Why do you think they're after me too?" She answered sarcastically. "Yeah, right… dumbass." You muttered to yourself, as soon as the two of you reached the ground floor.

The both of you kicked the door open, to see Natasha kneeling on the ground. "Do you believe me now?" Yelena asked, seeing the widow chasing the three of you lifeless on the ground, she slowly took back the vial in her bag. "How many are there?" Natasha asked, her back facing the both of you.

"Enough, let's go," Yelena says before heading to fetch her motorcycle, you don't usually feel this type of adrenaline in your body, considering the fact that your father would only allow you into in and out missions.

After lots of running and ducking to avoid getting shot by other widows, the three of you finally get to the motorcycle, of course, it's a two-person vehicle. "Which one is yours?" Natasha asked Yelena. "Black, brown seat." She quickly answered.

You heaved a sigh before taking the motorcycle next to it and hot-wiring it. "Looks like Stark isn't such a good girl, what do you think?" Yelena commented, before hopping on her motorcycle and letting Nat drive.

Once you've finally powered the vehicle, the three of you are being chased by an armored car. "Y/N! Follow us!" Nat shouted, of course, you're going to follow them. It's not like you'll survive having a psycho who copies your friends and being chased down by a trained assassin would do you any good.

Managing to lose the armored vehicle, there are other widows on the bike too, you're actually surprised of what they are capable of, it seems like Nat really must be one hell of an assassin.

Everything is going well until the three of you are welcomed by traffic, and suddenly a widow shoots the wheel of her motorcycle, while Natasha and Yelena crash into a car. You got out of your vehicle and followed the two, seeing Yelena pointing a gun at a man to make him get out of the car.

"You can't just steal a guy's car?" Natasha commented while Yelena got in the car first, then you're all panicking and shit, you followed Yelena inside and realized you sat down on her lap. "Well, Stark stole a bike earlier." She says while looking confused with you on her lap.

"I am panicking, it's my first time experiencing all this." You defended yourself, Natasha finally got inside and started to drive the car. "Y/N, are you alright?" Natasha asked, rolling your eyes by hearing that question for the nth time.

Suddenly you get dizzy, is it because you're probably panicking too much? Or the fact that all you've done the whole week was to run either from authorities or trained assassins. Your vision started to get all blurry, and you can't understand anything that Nat or Yelena was saying at the moment.

And you passed out due to the stress you've been feeling.

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You felt a sudden pain in your left arm and that woke you up, quickly sitting down you notice you're in a cramped and small space, is this the morgue? Are you dead? You placed a hand on your chest and released a relieved sigh when you felt your heart beating.

"It's been a year, Stark, you passed out while we're on the run," Yelena spoke, a hand on your shoulder trying to comfort. "What? No, that can't be-"

"Yelena, stop." As soon as you hear Natasha's voice, you feel safe, and you didn't notice that you were laying your head on her lap when you collapsed. "What happened?" You ask the two.

"Psycho comes back and shoots another RPG, hence why you're injured and we're hiding in this air vent." Nat simply explained and ran your hands on your hair. "How long was I out?" Asking once again. "Less than 10 minutes," Yelena answered. "I'm sorry…" you softly spoke.

"It's alright, it's normal that you reacted the way you did." Natasha comforts you, then to your surprise she takes your hand and intertwines your fingers with her. "I'm glad that the two of you are safe." You say as you hold on tight to Nat's hand.

"It still doesn't make sense, I killed Dreykov, dropped an entire building on him," Natasha spoke, Yelena looked at her before scoffing. "Truth doesn't really make sense when you only omit key details, what happened to Dreykov's daughter?"

"She was collateral damage, I had to take her down too," Natasha admitted. You felt the guilt in her when she admitted, then you suddenly remember how she and Clint would joke about Budapest.

"Wait… you and Clint joke about exploding a child?" You look at Natasha who's looking at the floor. "Sometimes using humor to cope helps, Y/N," Nat says, then you remember how much your father joked about what happened in New York, you think it's quite… valid?

"This is quite cozy for some air vent." You say trying to change the topic of the conversation, you moved your ass to sit down next to Nat, your head subconsciously resting on her shoulder. "Clint and I stayed up here for 2 days." She says, fiddling with your fingers and resting her head on top of yours.

"I'll see if we're good to go." Yelena says before opening the entrance of the vent, then she went back in the subway, now you and Nat are alone. "Are you ok–" Natasha was about to ask the same question she asked you for the whole day.

"Nat, no, I'm actually not, I'm fucking scared, and I feel like anytime Ross is going to be here or that Dreykov's special project is after us or the other widows." You let out, Natasha looks at you, then noticing that you just shed a tear, you are scared. Fearing that one of you get to be thrown in jail, or get killed because of some mind-controlled assassins.

"Y/N, you're doing great for someone whose first time being on the run, I know it's all hard to take in and if only we went our separate ways, you wouldn't have been dragged into this." She lets go of your hand, instead, she places her hand on your cheek once again, wiping the teardrop on your skin.

"If we've gone our separate ways I wouldn't last a day without you, I'm probably chilling with Wanda and Clint, I'm not saying they're not good company, but I don't want to be in jail." You say, and Natasha nodded. "I know what you mean, Y/N, I know…"

Then you notice the distance between the two of you, faces an inch apart, the two of you can feel each other's breath once again, and your eyes trailed down on her lips which Natasha noticed.

"That's also me saying I wouldn't last a day without you." You confessed, before resting your forehead against hers, Natasha was expecting you to kiss her, but being this close to you, she doesn't really mind, as long it's you she's doing it with.

Natasha stayed quiet, as she enjoyed the peacefulness of this moment, then she slightly pulled away from you to place a chaste kiss on your forehead, and she held both of your arms, wrapping them around her neck, now her arms made their way to your waist.

Burying her face at the crook of your neck while she holds you tight and close, you shut your eyes as the two of you embrace each other. While in the middle of the calm and serene moment, the lid of the air vent came off then. "We're good to go and we've got to be quick!" Then the two of you get off each other, if Nat gets to kiss you before you fall off the bridge, pretty sure you can kiss her before getting off the vent.

"Nat, wait…" You hold her arm since she's about to go down first, and she looks at you over her shoulders, you move closer to her before crashing your lips against hers, you softly bite her lower lip before slowly pulling away, and you see a smile on her face as she hopped down.

"Did you two just?" Yelena looks at Natasha, cringing with what her sister just did, Nat waits for you to get down before following Yelena. "Do we not talk about that too?" You ask Natasha before following her, and she looks at you with a smirk.

"Depends on what you want to talk about," Natasha replied, then you raised a brow at her response, you jogged leaving her behind and catching up with Yelena. "I will act like you didn't just kiss my sister a second ago so that we can communicate without me remembering that," Yelena says.

You chuckle, yet you smile at what she just said. "Is your sister usually annoying like that?" You ask Yelena while pointing your thumbs at Natasha, then the two of you look over your shoulders to see her.

"Ah, yes, I don't know what runs through her head," Yelena replied, while Natasha on the other hand, looks at the two of you not knowing what the hell you two were talking about.

Let's say that she's hoping and praying that Yelena doesn't say something about her in front of you.

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After staying in the vent and managing to run away from the Task Master, the three of you ended up in a convenience store in the middle of nowhere, you bought some alcohol, and bandages to properly care for your wound, and Yelena looked around the store for an alcoholic drink.

"Where is the Red Room?" Natasha asked while she's washing her hands on the sink, Yelena shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know, every widow is sedated at every entrance and exit for maximum security," Yelena replied, as she took a look at some bottled alcohol, then tossed it to you.

"Where do you think I was after all this time?" Yelena asked Natasha, the latter faced her younger sister, and she looked at her. "I thought you're living a normal life," Natasha answered, you take the items they took and head to the cashier to pay for them.

"And you never bothered to check on me?" Yelena says, Natasha followed you at the front, yet she didn't leave the store yet. "I thought you never wanted to see me." She told Yelena, and the latter rolled her eyes then scoffed.

"Just say you don't want your baby sister to tag along and save the world with the cool kids," Yelena says with a smirk on her face, and Natasha clenches her jaw. "You're not really my sister–"

"And the Avengers aren't really your family, well… except for Stark, she stayed with you after all this running," Yelena commented, and suddenly she changed the topic. "Why do you always do that thing?" And Nat looks at her with a questioning look.

"Oh, that thing!" You butted in, then you do the infamous Black Widow pose, Yelena nodded giving you a thumbs up for knowing what she means. "You're a poser, Natasha," Yelena commented, then Nat raised a brow. "I'm not a poser." The latter says.

"It's okay if you're a poser, it's just that you think that everybody is looking at you." Natasha retorted, and you chuckle at the bantering between the two. "All the time I spent on posing, I was doing something good, to make up for all the pain and suffering we've caused." The mood changes real quick, now you stay silent.

"Well, pain and suffering is every day and we'll always be the trained killer that we are," Yelena says, the guy at the cashier hands the plastic bag containing all the items you bought, and you leave the store first. Natasha followed after and taking the bag from your hands, you looked at her who seemed exhausted from all the events happening.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" You nodded, Nat signs you to follow her, and after a little bit of walking, with Yelena behind the two of you, the three of you arrived in a small food place.

You sat down then Natasha went inside, ordering cheeseburgers only for you, and beers for all of you, she sat down next to you, while Yelena settled in front of you two.

"An older widow freed me, and I killed her," Yelena says as she takes a sip from her beer, Natasha unwrapped the cloth on your arm, and she tends your wound while listening to Yelena. "Did you have a choice?" You ask her, and she only shook her head as an answer. "Then it's not your fault," Natasha says.

Yelena's eyes shifted at the family going home across the place you three are drinking, she seemed to like the view of what seems to be a happy and functional family. "Have you ever looked for your parents, the real ones?" Natasha looked at the latter as soon as she finished putting a bandage on your wound.

"I got abandoned on the street like garbage, I don't think I have a reason to look for them," Natasha says then she takes a good sip at her drink before asking Yelena the same question. "Well, they ruined my birth certificate so I made a new one." She said with a smile, and Nat seemed to brighten up.

"It says that I still live in Ohio, I have an older sister who moved to the west and she works as a science teacher, but she started working part-time when she had her son, and she has a husband who is a construction work–" Natasha halted Yelena speaking when she chuckled at her story. "That's definitely not my story," Nat says, then Yelena leaned back on her seat.

"Yeah, what is your story?" Yelena asked, and without you knowing, Natasha looks at you while you're spacing out. "Well, I don't really have a story, I don't have much to think about it alone," Nat answered. "But if I'm pretty sure it involves another person, who's a Stark?" Yelena teased, and with the mention of your last name, you look at the latter.

"What about you? What is your story?" Yelena says, then you wipe your mouth with the tissue before speaking. "Well, I was created because of my father's one of many hookups, lived with my grieving mother while I was an infant and she's grieving cause Dad won't marry her, so she left me at his doorstep, we did DNA tests to prove that I was really his and now he loves me more than anything." You say, smiling at the memory of your father who did everything he could to raise you.

"Then why aren't you with him?" Yelena asked once more, you look at Nat for a bit before answering. "Because I chose to do what I think is right, and probably did follow my heart." The blonde chuckled, noticing that Natasha was blushing at what you've just said.

"I have a plan." Natasha suddenly spoke, you and Yelena looked at the redhead. "Is it killing Dreykov and taking down the Red Room?" Yelena told Nat, and she earned a nod from Nat. "Even if he's way too slippery to kill and Red Room's impossible to find?" She nodded once again.

"Sounds like a shit load of work," Yelena says, making you and Nat chuckle. "Yup," Nat replied and Yelena took another sip at her beer. "Could be fine though." You say as you take the final bite of your burger. "Yup,'' Yelena said.

"I saw where he put the keys," Natasha says as she looked at the car, that the man of the family parked in the garage, the three of you smiled before speaking in unison.

"Top drawer green cabinet."

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