#so he has to stay there until the things with ws finish

[sadlynotthevoid]

I was feeling like a bit of slightly-angsty isolation this thursday, so...

AU where, instead of a double transmigration happening, RokSoo transmigrated to ogCale's body, but ogCale was put into a newly made double of his body and confined into a dimension pocket.

And just, no one knows about it and he can't get out until certain conditions are reached. For example: that someone finally gets rid of WS.

Luckily for him, RokSoo and company are rather fast to kill the white star. It only took them two years, way better than in his previous timeline.

Although, those are still two years in which og!Cale, the 40-year-old war soldier turned an 18-year-old time-traveler, had to spend trapped in that place. Completely alone except for the occasional god checking on him, and a few animals a god had the kindness to let for him. (It was Loki, but no one is going to call him out).

Og!Cale is a person who loves easily and deeply but, contrary to his true nature, someone who lived through decades without deep boundaries to gave him feedback. Whether it was during the war that took everyone he knew from him, or before that, with the family he choose to stay at distance and love them from the side-lines. He lived so long without feeling genuine care, making any emotional bond that isn't one-sided, that he's hungry for them.

Being in the past, where everyone he loves hadn't died yet, where they will live, and being so close— just a dimensional door away, really— but not being able to see them, hear them, nor even talk to them... It hurts.

He's happy and so, so glad. They're alive. They can laugh and eat and breath again— and, someday, he will see them again. Even if they don't know how to act with him and is uncomfortable. Even if, most probably, they don't know he's not there and don't miss him, he will see them again.

So, yeah, he's fine with this situation. He accepted this.

That doesn't mean that the waiting doesn't suck. He, a freedom loving person, trapped in the godly version of a safehouse. Most of the days it's only he, his thoughts and the ridiculous massive library Athena managed to fit in here. And his friends, the animals, of course.

Inside of that lonely place, of course, Cale gets attached to the animals that are by his side everyday. He was already an animal lover, to begin with. The little guys who just go through their lives being absolutely adorable and are more loyal than most people around... How can he not love them?

Besides, Athanasia, the griffin, gives the best cuddles he has ever had.

He gets used, eventually. It's not like he never had lived in a big house where the only beings around wouldn't speak more than three words to him. (Well, at least the animals try to talk with him. He just needed to learn what they mean.)

And Cale can do whatever he wants here. If he wants to play the violin or paint, do acrobatics or keep his training, he can just do it. There's no need to hide. No need to restrain himself.

There's no one here to get sad at her memories. No one to spread rumors about 'skills' or 'talents'. No one to turn his interests into weapons against his own family by comparing Bassen to him.

Eventually, it feels like a different kind of freedom here.

—And then he gets out.

[heartsforseo]

Someone like Gaming couldn’t be hated, right? A nice, soft-hearted, popular, and good looking, guy like Gaming is everyone’s dream man </3

Right? Or does someone despise him? And that someone could be you.

° Gaming whom you first met at Qiaoying village.

Your parents have been friends since way back and you help them with their tea business (which got you introduced to Gaming.)

° When you first met him, he was a bit shy hiding behind his father’s leg.

° But once you get to know him, he was really loud and always offer you to go eat Dim Sum with him.

° Years flew by and your relationship with him got even better. He was nice and a bit goofy, but that’s what made you like him.

° Until one night.

“Hey Y/n, you won’t forget about me right?” He said, feeling nervous and twirling one of his hair strands. “Of course not. Why would I? You’re my only friend, idiot.” You answered back innocently. “Ah really? Well, that’s good.” He stated. Staying silent and gazing upon the starry night.

° 2 weeks has passed since you’ve hanged out with Gaming.

° So, you made a decision and arrive at his house to hang finally hang out with him.

° You knocked over the door, but no one answered.

Knock

Still no one

Knock knock

Why isn’t anybody opening the door?

Knock knock knock

Usually, Gaming would immediately open it with the fir- wait… where IS Gaming? Even if he’s busy he’d still find a way to hang out with me, right?

You were shocked when someone opened the door other than Gamin. It was his dad. Usually at a time like this, his father is away and doing his tea business.

"Oh Y/n, come in, come in." Yip Tak, Gaming's father said, with a hint of gloom.

"Hello, Mr. Tak," you look behind his figure trying to find a sign of Gaming's presence, but failed. "Is Gaming here?"

Yip Tak frowned but spoke, "I should've known you were going to ask that... but you see he left," Your face frowns. Why wouldn't he say anything? Weren't you hip to hip? The villagers never see both kids alone. "we had some...disagreements and I fear I finally plucked the last straw. If you wish to see-"

"No, thank you," You cut Mr. Tak off before finishing his long sentence "I have no time for people who can't even say goodbye."

You left the scene, feeling all emotions stirring inside you.

A/n: so uhh...this was originally made when Gaming ws released. But, I ws brainstorming on other things so I didn't get to post it immediately..but HIHI im abck

[limetimo]

RAB fics I read 18-24feb

10 Things I (don't) Hate About You by kjms very crackfic vibes and what it says on the tin. Regulus and Sirius live with uncle Alphard (because past child abuse) and to make sure Sirius doesn't rush into a relationship he's not ready for, he's not allowed to day until the much more reserved Regulus is ready to date too. Btw Regulus is a snappy little bitch I love him so much, a vicious chihuahua of a man looks like could kill you and could actually kill you. fish fear him women fear him the teachers fear him. Anyways le wild Remus Lupin transfers to Hogwarts and it's wolfstar at first sight. Remus convinces James (who ws high as balls at the time) to woo Regulus so that he and Sirius can go to the prom.

Lions and Sheep by pale_morning_sings_of_forgotten_things ROYALTY AU FRESH KING SIRIUS REGULUS WHOSE UNDYING LOYALITY COULD SOOO BE THE CAUSE OF HIS DEATH KNIGHT JAMES

We Have Done This Before, Haven't We? by pale_morning_sings_of_forgotten_things crying screaming throwing up. Regulus dies. *gestures wildly* you'd have to read it to get it

Star Tripping by ashes_to_ash for paddys_foot666 its open on my phone i haven't actually read it yet. but it looks good

Of Starless Skies by WalkOnThroughARedParade HUHUEHEHE Regulus dies and is yeeted to the moment when he's about to take the mark. He freaks out, understandably, flies to the Potters' with Kreacher's help, and starts changing the course of future ♥ adore it, slowburn jegulus

Staying Strangers by 3amAndCounting wolfstar texting fic very nice with a significant regulus presence. the black boys are healing

Sands of Destiny by amidtheflowers hermione uses a deus ex machina time turner and is whooped to 1970s. She gets housed and semi-adopted by the potters and employes Severus and Sirius' help with hunting down the horcruxes.

Until We Meet Again by pale_morning_sings_of_forgotten_things the one where sirius and regulus are twins and everyting else is the same

not the kind of weather (to be dancing in your sweater) by maybebabyplease jegulus roommates to boyfriends

The Missing Link by Keysie :D the war is won but the damage is done, can the marauders and friends heal?

The Mystery of the Pears by sonwar i wasn't feeling it and didn't finish, but objectively the writing is good and the jegulus is tender

Runaway Spare by WideEyesAtNight crawling away from grimmauld place after refusing the mark, Sirius throws one last insult at Regulus - and entirely accidentally outs him as gay to their mother (who uses occlumency to force the truth out of Reg). welp. Kreacher helps Regulus leave despite the damage from crucio; his friends take him to the hospital, Xenophilius Lovegood offers to be his guardian until adulthood, I really love this bit tbh we need more Xeno in out first war fics

Brotherhood by Necessity james captures the Death Eater Black brother BUT he accidentally gave him amnesia in the process. Regulus stays with him and Lily for a bit. also Sirius is here

Life and Struggles of James Potter by Pietra_Thorn i am confusion but intrigued, Prongsfoot but Sirius has Issues and James and his 3 little daughters live with Regulus and Peter (who are dating)

working title: padfoot regulus au [evil author's day] by coincidences AMAZING INSPIRED SPECTACULAR NEVER DONE BEFORE Regulus animagus is a mini copy of padfoot. sirius tries to resist. he is a stronger man than i

When Pigs Fly by BooksR4ever this is severus centric also future severus/james and oh yeah their son baby Harry time traveled to their school days

[turtle-steverogers]

Can I share this one thought that’s been in my head for ages? If I had any talent I’d write it but… so like Bucky brushing Steves hair from his forehead is a comfort thing. His mom used to fix his hair like that and Bucky just picked it up. SO in cap ws ending. Where Steve is lying in hospital bed all hurt and just looking so fragile and alone (bless Sam Wilson for being there). I always thought that Bucky had to go see him. Even with all the uncertainty in his head he had to make sure this man is ok. So when Sam steps out to grab a bite Bucky sneaks in. He’s just watching him. Having many thoughts and emotions and then Steve starts tossing it’s clear he’s sort of having a nightmare that’s on top of him being in pain. And Bucky is about to run cause he thinks Steve is waking up but then his hand just kind of gravitates towards Steve and brushes his hair off his forehead and Steve instantly calms. And Bucky just realizes again that he knows this man. All the while Sam Wilson was coming back and for split second he thought The winter soldier is back to finish the job and he’s about to rush in and fight and he just sees the gentleness and suddenly he understands. He understands how much they actually mean to each other… so yeah. This is kind of what I kept imagining. Thanks for reading 🙈

“I’m not going to hurt him,” Barnes says, and Sam is surprised to find that he believes him. If Barnes had wanted to kill Steve, he would have done so already, or waited until he was out of the hospital to track him down.

Swallowing his initial shock, Sam eases his way into the room, hands trembling slightly as he closes the blinds. Hides them away. Idly, he notices that Steve looks calmer than Sam has ever seen him. Lulled by the tender brush of Barnes’ fingers in his hair. He wonders if the trick would work if he did it, but some part of him knows that this is something exclusive between them. Something tells him that Steve would know Barnes’ touch anywhere, even dead.

Sam hovers, unsure of what to do. Barnes is still looking at Steve, eyes soft and confused in equal measure.

“He was having a nightmare, I—“ Barnes clears his throat. “He’s been through hell.”

“So have you,” Sam blurts out before he can help himself, and it’s true, it seems. Barnes looks gaunt. Malnourished and terrified. Like he only knows how to survive; living seems to be a distant concept to him.

Barnes sighs a little, and takes his hand away. It’s his right hand, and it’s shaking. His metal hand is tucked into his pocket. Barnes seems to wait for a moment to see if Steve is going to rouse, but when he doesn’t— staying blessedly calm— he stands. His eyes meet Sam’s. Exhaustion bleeds from every pore, and Sam isn’t sure he’s seen anyone look so lost since he met Steve.

“I’m sorry,” Barnes says. “I didn’t mean to—“

“I know,” Sam cuts in gently.

Barnes ducks his head, and glances back at Steve. There’s a moment where the war that wages in his head is palpable, instinct battling practicality. He wants to stay, Sam can see it. But he can’t. He won’t.

Barnes keeps his head down as he approaches Sam, pulling something out of his pocket. He holds his hand out— the metal one— fist closed around a chain.

Instinctively, Sam takes the item. Glancing down, his heart catches in his throat. In his hand is a set of dog chains, rusting and worn. Weathered by time and war.

James B Barnes 32557038

“Tell him I’ll be back for these,” Barnes says, voice hoarse. There are tears in his eyes now. “Tell him I’ll be back for them when I know what they mean.”

Before Sam can answer, Barnes is gone. A ghost lost to the wind once more.

[shrinkyclinksfest]

That's a wrap!

Thank you all so much for another successful run of Shrinkyclinks Fest! Altogether the works add up to 150K words of new Shrinkyclinks content and six new artworks! We want to thank all our wonderful writers, artists, promoters, promoters, readers, and supporters. We will see you all next year!

Without further ado, the Masterlist:

Title: Nazi Punks Fuck Off [Shrinkyclinks AU] Creator: bleedxblack Medium (fic, art, podfic, etc.): digital art Rating: G Prompt #: 22 Warnings: N/A Summary: Local punk Steve Rogers goes to see his hardcore vocalist boyfriend, Bucky, perform with his band, Widow. Friend and guitarist Natasha took the first photo of them after the band had finished their set. Steve took the following photo himself while he watched his friends and lover play on stage.

Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33271081

Title: Steve has hot guy problems Creator: HeyBoy Medium (fic, art, podfic, etc.): digital art Rating: T Prompt #: 33 Warnings: N/A Summary: For the ShrinkyClinks Fest prompt: Meet-cute at the gym! Smol Steve is determined to work on his cardio and fitness. He reluctantly goes to the gym, feeling intimidated but ready to spit fire at anyone who so much as looks at him twice. He is going to get a good workout, damnit. Ignore the clunkheads. Ignore the gym rats. Ignore the super hot guy with long hair and stormy eyes who always seems to be using the equipment near Steve. That wasn't so bad! Now we can shower and go home. Wait, hot guy is also in the shower and… he's singing. WAIT hot guy just exited the shower and now he knows that I know he was singing!.

Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33271468

Title: asthma attacks, fire escapes, and chai Creator: beemotionpicture Medium: fic Rating: gen Wordcount: 6,657 Prompt #: 9 Warnings: none Summary: It happens because of his asthma of all things.

As soon as he feels short of breath he starts rooting through his messenger bag for his inhaler. Steve has a moment to think aha!and then fuck,before he’s losing his grip on the thing and it’s skidding across the pavement and into an alleyway.

He freezes when he realizes he’s not alone.

Steve hears a muffled sound coming from behind the dumpster, but that’s not what makes him look; no, it’s the metallic scent in the air which, with a creeping feeling of dread, he hopes isn’t blood. He looks. It’s blood.

And there’s a man sitting right in a puddle of it, leaning heavily against the brick wall and clutching his side with a metal hand.

How Steve finds an injured Bucky, nurses him back to health, and takes down a HYDRA agent while he’s at it. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33272239

Title: Highway Ghost Creator: Neonbat  Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 15820 Prompt #: 31 Warnings: Usual WS Bucky warnings Summary: Steve hated long drives, it was too easy to zone out, especially when you’re full of cook-out food and good times. Having someone fall out of nowhere right in front of his car wasn’t exactly something he’d ever consider a possibility. He had enough excitement already from his job as an ER Nurse. Except, where most people would have been laid out on the asphalt, the man dressed in black got up without a scratch and insisted medical care wasn’t needed. The fuck was his life?  Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33283738

Title: He "Accidently" Picked A Hot Roommate Creator: rufferto Medium: digital art Rating: G Prompt #: 48 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve needs a roommate. He thinks he will never find one but then he meets Winter Soldier Bucky who needs a place to stay while he recovers. Steve offers him the room immediately and it turns out Bucky is a great roommate. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33279370

Title: special delivery Creator: @glim / glim Medium: fic Rating: Teen + Wordcount: ~6,000 words Prompt #: 30 Warnings: n/a Summary: Written for shrinkyclinksfest, Prompt #30: Steve Rogers has always been prone to sickness, but summer colds are the absolute worst. What he wants is a huge bowl of chicken noodle soup and some ice cream. What he gets is a food delivery guy who’s so built and hot Steve chokes on his tongue. That’s why he keeps ordering long after he’s recovered and how he finally gets Bucky Barnes into his apartment and his bed. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33343828

Title: When the Pool Closes Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy  Fic Rating: T Wordcount : 1858 Prompt #: 36 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve just wants to enjoy a day out in the sun by himself. That’s not too much to ask. Except it is, apparently. With such fair skin, sunscreen is a must, and there’s no way he can reach his entire back. He’s just going to have to find someone to help him apply it, and if the guy is ripped… Well, it’s not Steve’s fault that he��s got good taste. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33341596

Title: To the Future and the Past Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy  Fic Rating: T Wordcount : 1465 Prompt #: 40 Warnings: Major character death Summary: Maybe a funeral isn’t the right time to admit to a gay love story, but Bucky doesn’t care. That’s what Steve wanted, and Bucky’s never been able to say no to the love of his life. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33358726

Title: A Shot Across The Bow Creator: Author: Becassine Artist: Call_me_kayyyyy  Art Rating: G Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 18382 Prompt #: 52 Warnings: Blood/Injury, Implied/Reference Abuse, Reference Slave Trade Summary: Bucky Barnes is a Pirate Captain, and one accustomed to getting his own way. When fate drops Steve Rogers in his path one lonely evening in Tortuga, his life is forever turned upside down. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33265450/chapters/82597747

Title: Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Creator: Girl_Back_There Medium: Fic Rating: Mature Wordcount: 6214 Prompt #: 45 Warnings: Some Homophobic Language, Instances of Sexual Harassment against women Summary:Bucky doesn’t know how his mother managed to Jedi mind trick him into dropping off Becca at summer camp this year, but she somehow did it. Despite his grumpiness at the unreasonable hour in which he was wrenched from his nice and cozy bed, Bucky is glad for this time with his little sister. Becca spends their time talking about the activities she got to do last summer that she hopes will be back again this year, all of which was organized by Steve Rogers. After she came home from Camp Marvel last year, all Becca could talk about was Steve Rogers, one of the counselors for her team, The Howlies. Steve Rogers was an amazing artist. Steve Rogers participates in all of the competitions despite his asthma, scoliosis, heart arrhythmia, and various other medical issues. Steve Rogers totally drinks his respect women juice. Bucky would be worried about his sister may be developing a crush on this Steve guy, but after meeting him, Bucky is more preoccupied with the crush he's developing on Steve. So preoccupied in fact, he ends up signing on to be a camp counselor for the summer. Link to work:https://archiveofourown.org/works/33339220

Title:  The Way To A Man’s Heart Creator: Author: HaniTrash Artist: Kocuria_visuals  Art Rating: T Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 11852 Prompt #: 53 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve Rogers, skinny Brooklynite, is a college student who makes old recipes and posts videos of them on tiktok. When Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier and Avenger, sees one, he's instantly hooked and becomes Steve's biggest fan. What follows next is a story of food, flirting, and a very unlikely pairing. But much like Steve’s unusual recipes, what shouldn’t work often does… Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33312223/chapters/82722664#workskin

Title: Maybe A Muse Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Medium (fic, art, podfic, etc.): fic Rating: M Wordcount: 2871 Prompt #: 28 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:  When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33393928

Title: Be My Breath Creator: Goosenik and clarkestetler Medium: Fic Rating: Teen and Up Wordcount: 44,575 Prompt #: 48 Warnings: N/A Summary: For the Shrinkyclinks Fest 2021 prompt: Steve needs a roommate. He thinks he will never find one but then he meets Winter Soldier Bucky who needs a place to stay while he recovers. Steve offers him the room immediately and it turns out Bucky is a great roommate.

Basically: Bucky moves in with Steve after he escapes from Hydra, and Steve begins the long process of helping Bucky remember how to be human again. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33275848/chapters/82626394

Title: Tap-Tap Into Your Heart Creator: huntress79​ Medium: Fic Rating: T Wordcount: 5k Prompt #: 6 Warnings: none, except for one blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mention of animal death  Summary: When HYDRA finally fell, the Soldier was lost, in more than one meaning. And for the next several months, he, more or less, drifted from one former safehouse to the other, always avoiding to stay too long in one place. Until he comes to Brooklyn - and finds a new purpose, again in more than one meaning… Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33416524

Title: I'd be selfish but never with you Creator: Lacunalady on Ao3 Medium: Fic Rating: E Wordcount: 20k Prompt #: 32 Warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Prompted with: "Arranged marriage AU. Steve is a prince and Bucky is a newly crowned king of the neighboring country having conquered/overtaken the last ruler. In order to keep the peace between their countries, Steve's father decides for them to wed. Steve is reluctant for several reasons but mainly because he wants to marry for love and the fact that Bucky has a reputation for being exceedingly ruthless in battle (aka the winter solider)" by Bangyababy on Tumblr! Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33424936

Title: Just Peachy Creator: Erosanderis Fic Rating: N/A Wordcount : 1266 Prompt #: 34 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve Rogers was not looking forward to meeting his soulmate. Ever since the day he was born, he had the worst possible words on his forearm. So of course he would meet them at work. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33412060

Title: Knocking Boots with Sugar Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy  Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 4095 Prompt #: 29 Warnings: N/A Summary: In between summers at college, Steve Rogers wants a new adventure beyond his lonely life in Brooklyn. He ends up in West Texas working on a dude ranch where Bucky Barnes is a long-time employee. When Bucky offers to buy Steve a drink, they end up drunk on tequila and making out in public. For the rest of the summer, they're inseparable. As the summer draws to a close, Steve realizes he doesn't want to leave. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33499603

[depressedacadamia]

Fight Me Part 2

Summary: Nico prepares for his date but it seems someone has forgotten.

Warnings?: Nothing much. A bit of kissing. Some fluff.

A/N: FJLKJLHGK, I completely forgot that i wrote this and that i was gonna write a part 2. Anyway, my exams are next week and i haven't revised so wish me luck. Little tribute for @thebigqueer and their old blog description of ‘people make fun of me because I’m short but I can reach their knees’ because lateron, Nico embodies that. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! <3 from me!

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It was 7:30

Will was late.

“Hello?” Nico turned around. “Anybody here?”

The sun was going to set in around an hour and half and somehow, the sky was already getting darker. Nico could feel the sun's rays getting weaker and the warmth slowly draining away.

He had a small bag clutched in his hand with a collection of his favourite mythomagic cards and a couple of sandwiches and some bottles of juice. It certainly wasn’t a banquet but at least it was something and Nico had assumed that Will would have had a tiring day after working in the infirmary during a day of capture the flag ( The Ares kids were always involved).

He lifted his wristwatch to his line of view to glance at the time, noticing that the time was moving annoyingly fast. If it continued like this, it would be sunset and Nico would have officially been stood up. He could feel his chest prickling in anxiety from the idea- that all along it was a sick joke, made only so everyone could make fun of him.

“Hello? Anybody?” It was almost eight and Nico was getting agitated. Sure it was normal to be a bit late, even if it was a date that Will had asked him on but 45 minutes? 45 minutes late to a date? Nico was finally so sick of pacing behind his cabin like a loser, he worked up the nerve to march over to the infirmary to give Will a piece of his mind.

As Nico entered what he believed to be the infirmary, he questioned if he was in the right place. Then it hit him. The infirmary was so crowded, Nico couldn’t even recognise it. It was full of campers, from many different cabins, all covered in injuries and blood. This room, to surgeons, was like candy but with blood, which as Christina Yang had said- was way better,

That was only, of course, if you weren’t meant to be on a date with your cute ex-patient.

To Will, the sudden influx of patients infuriated him. He was meant to be having the best date of his life with Nico but instead, he ws here treating all these stupid injured buffalos who were too incompetent to prevent themselves from being injured.

“Next time, if an Ares kid threatens to break your leg, you should take them more seriously,” Will sighed as he finished the cast on the Athena camper’s leg. Weren’t these ones meant to be smart, Will thought.

His eyes searched across the infirmary, for the next most urgent patient; as head of the Apollo cabin, he was in charge of the infirmary which at first had sounded great. Now, he realised, it was not.

He was about to assist on setting a broken arm but he saw another healer get there first and simultaneously, he saw a very recognisable set of onyx eyes that came with a stunning appearance.

Nico was wearing black skinny ripped jeans with a chain hanging by the waist of it. His stygian iron sword that never left his side was being held to his waist with a skull strap and Nico’s eyeliner was absolutely perfect. Winged and angelic, his eyes were standing out like never before. Nico had been a bit nervous about wearing eyeliner outside of his cabin, but after much persuasion from Hazel, Jason and Percy, he had agreed to wear it.

Will thought he felt his mouth drop. But then, he felt his heart drop. Why was Nico in the infirmary? Was he involved in the fight? Was he hurt? Will rushed over to Nico, pushing through the injured masses, ignoring their shouts and snaps of discomfort. He waded through them like thick oceans of blood until he managed to spot Nico’s hand, decorated with expensive looking rings.

“Nico,” Will gasped, his eyes running up and down, scanning his body for injuries. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

Nico’s winged eyes squinted. “ What am I doing here? Did you forget?”

Will’s mouth opened and then closed again, his brain clearly racking for what he had forgotten.

“Our date. You were meant to meet me an hour ago,” He mumbled, raising his wrist to his face, checking the time once again.

Will’s face dropped, his expression ghostly. “ No! No, no, I can’t have forgotten- it wasn’t today. I could have sworn it wasn’t today.” He turned to Nico. “ It wasn’t today, right?”

“It was today.”

“Fuck.”

“That’s a good response, at least,” Nico murmured, kicking his boots at the bloodied tile floor.

“I'm so sorry. I got hoarded with patients, like hoarded. The Ares kids had some new weapons made today and the Hephaestus kids thought it would be fun to mess with them. Somehow the Athena kids got involved and I think there are some Dionysus kids who got involved just for the drama.” Will grabbed Nico's hands, squeezing them with such intensity, Nico feared they might break.

When Nico looked at Will’s face at that moment, he knew he was going to say ‘yes’ to whatever was about to be asked of him. Whether Will just wanted some gum or if he wanted to burn the entire world; there was something alluring in those eyes that Nico could simply never deny. “Nico, fuck, please give me another chance. I know I shouldn't have stood you up like that and I really wasn't planning to. It’s just, we got so many patients all at once that it completely slipped from my mind and-”

“-I’m not mad. A bit annoyed, yes, but I get it. You have people to fix. Go do your job.” Nico paused for a moment. “But one thing. Next time you almost stand me up, a note or a messenger would have been nice.”

Will frowned. “I thought I sent a note?”

Nico paused again. Did he send a note? Nico’s memory racked- did anybody come to give him a note? He couldn’t distinctly remember it.

The only thing he remembered was someone running to his cabin, panting and him slipping himself into the shadows, avoiding whichever body had come wandering into his domain- he had not been in the mood to interact with anybody other than Will (Or maybe Hazel or Annabeth because they always knew what to say and when to say it).

Woops.

“Oh, That note you mean. I might have hidden from the messenger in the shadows…” Nico trailed off, looking everywhere but Will. Expecting a loud scoff or perhaps a jeer, Nico could feel his hands clenching up, ready to get him out of this situation. But when he heard a little giggle and saw Will giving him a genuine little smile and holding out his hand, he couldn’t help but be surprised.

“I know that I’m currently meant to be working but I guess taking a little break couldn’t hurt. Besides, I haven't eaten a proper meal all day and those sandwiches look delicious.”

Nico happily let Will lead him to the room reserved for the staff who were in this case, just the Apollo kids. But then he stopped.

“You haven't eaten all day? Will, what the hell? You were nagging me the entire of my stay here to eat and you don't even do it yourself?”

“I do eat, it’s just sometimes, I forget to because everybody is being stupid and trying to fight their healers,” Will huffed as he grabbed a sandwhich and stuffed a bite into his mouth.

“What idiot tries to fight their healers?” Nico asked as he took a sip of juice. They were sitting in the corner of the ‘staff room’ which in reality was just the back room. It just had 2 bare beds for quick resting and back up medical supplies. There was a bare sink and a couple of cupboards which were most likely empty. The freezer however, had several pints of ice cream.

“Oh who tries to fight their healer? Must I remind you of your behaviour every time you're in this infirmary?”

Will opened a pack of chips that he had managed to snag from one of the other healers; he doubted they’d notice. Well, he hoped they wouldn't notice.

“I can’t be that bad.” Nico batted his hand in the air, his hand reaching over to Will’s pack of chips and stealing one. Will smacked his hand and gasped, showing his mock offence.

“Oi! Those are mine!”

“Says who?” Nico argued. “ I happen to know you stole them!”

“Yeah but finders keepers!”

“I will fight you for those chips,” Nico snarled. Will, smiling wickedly, held his front; not in the least intimidated by Nico's violent demeanor.

“Perfect, now we finally fight. After all, I did tell you that I’d fight you later when you were recovering.”

“I’ll turn you into ashes.”

“Nu uh, I don’t think so. Remember I have regeneration,” Will boasted. They were both now standing, their food abandoned on the table.

“If I remember correctly.” Nico moved forward for the attack, “You told me you wouldn’t fight me because you knew I would win.”

Will gave a smirk. “You were ill. I couldn't tell you the truth.”

Nico squinted his eyes and waited for Will’s punch. He didn’t expect for Will to be waiting for his; Oh right, Will always fights defensive

But then he realised that this could be used to his own advantage. He went in for an attack, his leg going round to kick the back of Will’s knees, making him buckle to the floor. Nico was aiming to disable him from moving, not hurt him.

I may be short, but that just means I can reach your knees.

Will let out a rueful laugh, the game was on. Just as when Nico went to grab Will's arm, Will used his other arm to grab Nico and used all his strength and Nico’s momentum to flip Nico onto his back so that when Nico looked up, He saw Will's smiling face.

Nico rolled away, quickly forcing his way up. They both stood facing each other, none of them throwing a punch or a kick. They were dancing around each other, around their feelings. Nico ran into Will and used every force in his favour to force Will to fall onto the bare bed behind him. They landed safely with an oomph and immediately Nico got to work in immobilising him.

Nico quickly straddled Will, trying to grab his arms but Will, while not the fastest, was relatively strong. He managed to grab Nico’s arm, stopping him from being trapped. He then used all the strength he could summon from his abdominal muscles and managed to flip Nico so that it was him holding both of Nico’s arms above his head, effectively pinning him to the bed.

Nico struggled but Will was too strong. He had tried to flip Will back onto his back but it was too hard so he settled for trying to wrestle his wrists out of the blond boy's grasp. They were panting and their faces were close enough that they could feel each other's warm breath on each other's face.

Nico felt his eyes being drawn to Will’s lips and then his ocean blue, like eyes. It was a magnet being drawn across Will's face and Nico had no choice but to follow it everywhere. From the perfect slant of his cupid’s bow at his lips and the fullness of his lips to the half lidded eyelids that covered his deep eyes. The eyes that we're currently analysing Nico’s face, in the same way he was doing to Will’s, right this moment.

Will felt Nico’s wrists stop resisting as much in his grasp as his eyes slowly drifted to his own. Their eyes locked. Ocean Blue met Onyx. The sea had met the depths of the earth and it was only the roaring sound of their own blood being pumped ferociously by their hearts that acted as the soundscape of the ocean as Will lowered his lips to meet Nico’s in the most tentative of kisses.

Their lips brushed gently, as a taster and then, Nico slipped one of his supposedly trapped wrists out of Will’s hands and slid it around Will’s neck, pulling him to deepen the kiss. Will’s face felt heated as he moved his hands from above Nico’s head to cup his face; he could feel the heat radiating from it.

They broke apart- only for a second- but alas, even that felt like too much. Their lips found each other again, even in the darkness of the room, due to sunset and yet they were only in the dark for a matter of seconds. Nico, despite having his eyes closed, could feel the soft glow of Will’s skin.

“Hey Will, Where did ya g-” The startled young healer was stunned before cringing immediately at their older brother.

“-Oh god, Will, My eyes! My eyes have been scarred, dear, good gracious Gods, Help me!”

Nico’s hands flew to Will’s chest, pushing him off while Will himself made an attempt to scramble off Nico. They keyword there being attempt, because the next thing he knew, Will had stumbled and managed to trip Nico into falling face first into Will’s chest, straddling him and thus making their situation so much worse.

“What do you want?” Will groaned at his younger sibling, as Nico climbed off him, slowly burying his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

“You have another patient to fix.” The kid was now holding his hands over his eyes- something that deeply irritated Nico.

“Oh calm down, it’s not like we were doing anythi-”

“-Nico!” Will cried. “ Go out and find someone to cover for me. Tell Kayla she’s in charge; I’m off for the night,” Will declared as he grabbed Nico’s hand, kicked open the back door and fled into the early night with Nico, hand in hand.

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agustdynasty said:

Hello you lovely lovely people, I’m looking for a fic that I was in the middle of reading but couldn’t finish because one of those annoying “you have a virus” webpages that it would not let be back out of . It took place during the war and I believe that the commandos knew about stucky’s relationship. There is a scene in a church where an orphan child I believe asks them to put on a performance of Snow White and Bucky and Steve have to kiss since Bucky is Snow White. Thank you so much!

Anon 1 said:

Hi!! I’m trying to find a fic I read a while ago. Steve was an Omega and is set up to live with Alpha Bucky. It’s in a modern setting and they never met each other as kids. And they get really domestic and it’s super cute. Sorry I don’t remember much about the story

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Anon 2 said:

Lost an au fic where Bucky was a SHIELD agent but Steve has still been frozen and Steve was lying/had designation problems in a D/S or A/B/O world. Bucky is an alpha and Steve is pretending to be but it makes him struggle a lot and they jerk off in the showers together because that’s normal for alphas/doms but Steve accidentally marks Bucky and it’s a huge insult in their culture so he’s offended and does it back and miscommunications until he figures out Steve is really an omega/sub

erika55wolf said:

Hi! I'm trying to find a post-winter solder fic where Bucky is on the run or homeless and doesn't even remember who he is. He was learning to be a person again and goes by the name Steve for a while because that's the only thing he remembers and feels strongly about. It was quite long, don't remember if multi-chaptered. It's possible Bucky was discovering he was gay and had sex for money, though I might be mixing it with another fic. Hope you can help!!! Thank you for everything you do

princessniitza sent in The Needle and the Killing Done* by spitandvinegar (restricted, oneshot |  7,549 | M) *rape/noncon

Anon 3 said:

Hey y'all! I read a fic a while ago where Steve painted all the avengers as saints or something along those lines and I can't find, I don't know if the author deleted it. Do you know any works like that?

Anon, princessniitza and skarabrae-stone sent in Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down)* by spitandvinegar  (restricted, complete | 107,076 | M) *past rape/noncon, heed the tags

cyndagoaway said:

hey! haven’t looked at tumblr in a while and i was so sorry to hear about your last account! i’m looking for a fic so if you could help me out it would be cool. it’s a college au i’m pretty sure, bucky is a prostitute that meets steve at a bar, he’s hooking to pay off his student loans or something. so steve picks him up for the night and the next day when he starts college bucky is in his science class and they’re partners. sorry if it’s kinda vague.

Anon sent in Ain't No Rest Universe  by Kellyscams (series, ongoing | 314,093 | E)

Anon 4 said:

Ok this might be a bit vague but there was a fic I read a while ago where Steve and bucky were friends and then bucky moved away. Then Steve's looking for a flatmate and bucky comes to live with him. I seem to remember Steve had a stepfather that hurt his mum? Maybe guy called victor or smth? Thank you so much!

keepyourelectriceyeonme sent in G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners by OhCaptainMyCaptain (complete | 100,481 | E)

foolhappy said:

I’m looking for a fic I read a long time ago (I think just here on tumblr in a post?) where winter soldier Bucky doesn’t remember Steve but has habits left over from fighting alongside him, like keeping stuff in his pockets on one side, or describing things by shape instead of color because Steve was colorblind. Can you please help me find it again? 😭🙏

telvian said:

So I'm thinking my ask got lost in the move, or tumblr ate it. I'm looking for a fic with Viking bucky who falls in love with steve who is unknowingly the heir to some kind of irish land. He has a sheild birthmark and currently pierce is ruling his land. Bucky finds steve working in a brothel. Natasha is adopted by bucky after she tried to pickpocket him. Bucky is working on Thor's ship. Bucky is one of many sons to a Jarl, I believe this is shown at the start of the story. Thanks in advance!

agentseventyfive said:

Hey there. Thanks so much for all your hard work. Can you help me find a fic please. Bucky is staying in Clint’s apartment. Either injured or in recovery. He’s finding people interactions hard but starts to bond with Clints dog; sleeping on the sofa with the dog lying on him. Steve turns up & I think sleeps beside him on an air mattress on the floor? I’ve looked through the Lucky (Hawkeye) searches but the dog may not have been tagged despite having a big role. Thanks.

Anon 5 said:

Hi! I've been looking for this fic for almost an hour & it's driving me crazy, I was hoping you guys could help. So the details might be a bit off but it was shrunkyclunks. Bucky and Steve meet at a coffee shop where Becca works. It's Dom/sub and Bucky is a history(?) grad student (or some type of student) who ends up writing about captain america/the avengers and he ends up with a grant to open his own museum about the avengers. I think it also has Sharon&Wanda in a background relationship.

Anon 6 said:

hello there! I'm looking for a fic I read a while ago. It's post tws, bucky goes by James I believe but isn't really recovering the way they all hoped. Something magic happens and James somehow erases himself out of existence (?) So that Steve gets the old Bucky back. Somewhere at the end they get James back and Bucky goes back to his own time. I remember there was a scene in which Bucky enters James' old room and it's covered in papers and there's a gun with one bullet near the bed.

princessniitza, noneofusthesame, skarabrae-stone and drjezdzany sent in Memory* by orphan_account (oneshot | 23,934 | T) *chose not to warn

Anon 7 said: (past HTP)

There's a fic I lost where Bucky can't get off on being touched in any "inappropriate" zones because of past htp, and he can only orgasm when Steve touches him in innocent places (like arms, shoulders, etc) and praises him. Do y'all know what I'm talking about? Thanks!

keepyourelectriceyeonme sent in Need to Mean It, Concede It* by hjbaltimore (oneshot | 2,758 | M) *HTP

Anon 8 said:

Hello! I'm looking for this post-tws fic in which bucky moves into a friendly neighborhood before he meets steve again. i remember his neighbours were a lesbian couple and a woman he'd see run past every day. there was also some colourful clothing involved and a dog i think.

Anon sent in A Year in the Life of Sarge’s Person by Angst_BuriTTo, BlueSimplicity (complete | 189,125 | E)

Anon 9 said:

Hello :) I have been trying to find a fic, where the main theme is Bucky's arm and spine being operated on, so to speak, in order for him to recover after WS. I remember Tony putting together the best of the best surgeons from all over the world. I've searched through my bookmarks and my ao3 history but nothing jumps out. I remember something about Steve and Wilson finding Bucky being jumped near a lake i NY, but I'm not sure its the same fic. Can you help? Thank you.

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Light of the Sun and Stars Chapter 46: A Mewman and a Monster (Preview)

Summary: His whole life Marco Diaz has been raised by monsters, living under the cruel rule of their leader, Toffee. But one day Marco escapes into Mewni where he meets a magical princess and Mewman like himself, who begins teaching him all about her world. Together they will learn about life, love, and the lights within each of them, as they change their world forever.

Chapter Synopsis: Slime has asked his crush Princess Penelope Spiderbite out on a date and needing support, both emotionally and literally, calls upon Star and Marco for help. The two graciously lend a hand in helping create the most romantic date possible but, as usual, things rarely go the way they want it too. 

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Index

The dimension was completely lifeless. Once a sprawling community had dwelled there, setting up residence in its green pastures and lush landscapes, living a simple and basic life amongst the natural resources all around them. But that peaceful lifestyle had changed when technology was first introduced to the humble society. At first it had been small changes, as it always started, machines and many mechanisms made to help make life easier. Need to plow the fields? Build a machine that could do it half the time you could. 

Soon people were using machines for every part of their everyday life and with the invention of robotic helpers… everything changed. Their once grassy hills were torn up to make factories, their land broken and scarred for the sake of 'progress'. Soon their dimension more closely resembled a machine than a once thriving, living place. And the numbers of robots steadily grew, until they outnumbered all living beings 10 to 1.

Sunlight was blocked by heavy smog while frequent and heavy storms began to tear apart what was left of the landscape. The dimension became virtually unlivable and the people were filled with dismay.

That was until a mysterious benefactor appeared one day, offering to buy up the remaining usable land for unknown reasons. The people happily accepted the offer, using the money to relocate to a new dimension (hopefully with better luck than the last), leaving the new owner of the dimension to do with it however they wished. Soon they began construction on a single building, employing the many robots that still inhabited the place to the effort. It took a long time, even with beings that didn’t have the need to eat nor sleep at the head of construction, but eventually it was finished, a single living place in the dimension of dead architecture. 

The place was a sight to behold: a clean, cut courtyard leading up to a grand, multi-story building. The architecture was ancient, borrowed from famous castles and cathedrals throughout the multiverse, a sharp contrast to the sleek, modern buildings the dimension had been so known for. 

But for as magnificent as it seemed, there was something sinister as well, something dark lurking just behind the smoothly cut stones or grand balconies. A large metal fence had been built around the building, electrified at all times to deter anyone from entering or exiting through anything but the gate. A large tower stood above the building itself, pulsing with some dark magic that had been lost to time long ago. The building's architecture was full of sharp edges and spikes that could seriously harm anyone who was not weary of their surroundings. And though the grand double doors were made of the finest wood in any dimension, they opened onto halls of endless turns and deadends, a labyrinth built to keep everyone trapped inside forever. 

But the creator of this school did not care how others viewed it, because this place was serving a grand purpose, educating and enforcing positive change on the future monarchs of the multiverse. St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses was a school like no other, standing superior to any other education system that dared to compete with it, for it was focused solely on punishment and strict results. Every young princess that was sent there, no matter how rebellious or resistant they were, would eventually be broken. It didn’t matter if it took days, weeks, or years, St. O’s and its founder and principal, Heinous , had a perfect record that had never once been broken. 

That was until a certain four-armed princess blew the whistle on the academy's “less than reputable” penalties and the school was shut down by the dimensional knights. The great Miss Heinous was forced on the run, leaving every part of her life, her career, her home, her minions, her legacy, to rot. She spent years on the run, just barely managing to stay one step ahead of the dimensional knights and any other form of military power a noble might hire to capture or kill her. But through it all, Heinous only had one thought that kept her going day in and day out. Revenge. Or rather, her legacy finally fulfilled. She often confused the two but it didn’t matter. The path was the same. The path to ultimate victory and control. The path of perfection. 

And that path had led back to where it all began. 

Nostalgia and old memories came flooding back to the once-proud principal as she stood in front of her old, decaying school. She could still picture it back in the prime of its life, see it as clear as if it were standing in the memory itself rather than the broken dream that stared back at her. Reality was far from the picture perfect days of old. Oh how the mighty had fallen. 

Her once proud school was now in desperate need of repairs, walls caved in over the course of time, entire sections of the school now gone. The courtyard was now filled with untamed weeds and overgrown plant life. The tower that had once stood as a beacon of power for her school had been the first thing taken down by those pesky knights and it lay in shambles around the area, an ever present reminder of the injustice Heinous had suffered. The fence was bent and disfigured,  was now full of giant, gaping holes in its structure making it completely useless, now it couldn’t even keep out the gust of wind that blew through the empty courtyard. The school had become nothing but an empty shell that had once housed life within it. Heinous couldn’t help but scoff at the irony, her greatest masterpiece was now no different to the rest of this forgotten waste of a dimension. 

She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. No, she couldn’t start dwelling on all that now. She had come here for more than just reliving her past failures. Today was about seizing her future. A small cough behind her caused Heinous to roll her eyes. She had almost forgotten her hired hand had come with her, just in case some dimensional knights were lurking there and needed to be disposed of. It was clear that Rasticore, unlike her, was less than content with her dimension. She could practically feel Rasticore’s discomfort as he shifted from one foot to the other, over and over again. It was obvious he wanted to get this over with, something at least they could agree on, Heinous was ready to achieve the next step of her decade-long scheme. 

“So are we going inside or not?” Rasticore finally asked and Heinous turned back to him with a narrowed glare.

“Why? Don’t tell me you are frightened of my school?” she accused him, point blank. 

Rasticore tensed, before gritting his fangs, clearly holding back the retort. Instead he replied, “No, just all this smog is aggravating my condition.” He then made a point to cough into his claw. 

Heinous highly doubted that was the reason for his rush. Not when it was more likely her minion was playing up his sickness to hide his discomfort from her. After all, he was recovering remarkably well from the poison, ready to resume his work in just a few short weeks, so a little foul air shouldn’t be upsetting him as much as he was pretending it was. 

Still, she didn’t see any reason to delay things any further so Heinous just turned to her minion and said, “Very well, follow me.” 

Entering into her old home was like walking into a portrait in time, everything left exactly as she remembered it. The knights must have left things the same for evidence reasons but Heinous ws surprised her school was still mostly intact. A few rooms had been caved in or hallways blocked and everything certainly needed a good dusting but from the view outside she had been expecting much worse. Paper and pencils lay on the dusty desks, ready to use, as if some child had just set them down and then vanished from this dimension. The banners holding old phrases and mottos Heinous would often repeat in classes were decaying but still hung up even after all these years. The only thing missing was her beloved robotic staff. 

Shortly after her escape she had gotten word that all robots operating under her name had been discontinued and dismantled to “prevent further harm” as they had put it. Ha, as if her precious staff could be so cruel, every punishment was fully justified and all for the greater good. If only the royals of the multiverse had seen it that way. “Cruel and unnecessary” they had called it. Hypocrites! They were always happy with the results, even quick to praise her or offer her large sums of money as thanks, but the moment they knew how their beloved child came to be cured of their faults suddenly she was the villain, torturing their bratty children by making them perfect.

Well if they were too stupid and cowardly to see her perfect vision all the way through, then it was up to her to fix this miserable, chaotic world. 

Heinous entered into her old office, staring at it with wistful eyes as memories came flooding back to her all over again. Every detail of the small space was exactly as she had remembered it, not a single stone out of place, even after all these years. She ran her hands across her desk, her fingers brushing the loose pieces of paper she had been reading through when the alarm had sounded. Old student files and report cards now yellowed with age and beyond salvaging Heinous could have read them with ease, every single letter saved to her subconscious. 

Rasticore stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching as his temporary boss reminisced her old life. It was shocking in all honesty, the lizard assassin hadn’t even known Heinous had a smile that wasn’t sinister but she seemed… almost genuine now. That was until she came across a certain file and the peaceful look switched to a frown, the spell she was under was broken. She picked up the piece of paper, ripping it to shreds in a matter of seconds. Rasticore jumped but didn’t say a word as his boss fell deeper and deeper into a blind rage, picking up several other files and ripping them apart as well. Soon the room was coated in paper shreds and the desk was empty. Rasticore risked a look at what remained of the original file, surprised to see it was a young curly haired princess with four arms. He couldn't imagine what she had done to invoke such fire from the level-headed woman. 

Once the temper tantrum was over, Heinous straightened her clothes and smoothed down her hair, making herself look presentable again before turning to her minion. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?” she said as if nothing had even happened. She reached her hand into one of the many pockets that lined her oversized dress and pulled out a small key covered in intricate carvings. Without a word she shoved the desk to the side, Rasticore taken aback by the sudden show of strength. He certainly hadn’t expected it from such a petite woman. 

Heinous bent down and inserted the key into a small slot in the ground and turned it with a click. Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet collapsed and a long spiral staircase stretching into the darkness beneath was revealed. Heinous returned the key to her pocket before looking at Rasticore expectantly, much to his confusion. He had been caught off guard thanks to the multiple, unexpected turns this trip had taken and couldn’t for the life of him figure out what she was wanting. Her sharp eyes dug into his skin before she impatiently snapped, “Well? You are the one with the light.” 

Rasticore could slap himself for being so stupid and he quickly pulled the lantern out from behind his cloak, already brightly lit by phoenix embers. Without a word he started down the stairs, practically feeling Heinous roll her eyes behind his back and he had to clench his claw so tightly a few trickles of blood formed on his leathery skin. For not the first time, Rasticore seriously debated on just how bad a reputation he would get for killing his employer in cold blood. The lizard assassin cursed himself for his integrity as a killer for hire, every other job had been so easy but this one was really testing just how far he was willing to go for his reputation. He probably would have quit entirely if he weren’t for those stupid brats that eluded him mulitple times. Every attempt he made to take that worthless Princess Star resulted in complete and utter failure and the humiliation ate away at him almost as much as his anger. So if having to endure Heinous a little longer meant seeing the looks on those brats' faces when they finally got what was coming to them… well Rasticore wouldn’t miss that for the world. 

Rasticore smiled, imagining the faces of Butterfly and her friends when they realized they had lost and that brought a new fire back to his soul, descending the staircase with a new vigor. The lizard got a good look at his surroundings, his night vision easily spotting what it was they were down there for: robots. Dozens of them, old and rusted over to the point Rasticore questioned if they would even activate. He looked back at his boss, who was eying the robots with a glimmer of dark ambition, not at all concerned about their obvious defectiveness. 

“Thought all your robots were dismantled,” Rasticore questioned suspiciously. 

Heinous shook her head. “That’s just what you would think,” the woman replied in a condescending tone. “And I knew those idiot knights would believe the same thing, hence why I had these hidden away in case I was ever found out. Imagine it, they all believed they had beaten me and yet my true power was right under their nose all along.” 

“Well that explains their poor condition,” Rasticore mumbled to himself, low enough he knew Heinous couldn’t hear him.

The two reached the bottom of the staircase and Heinous began inspecting her machines closely, running her gloved fingers along their metal casings and grimacing at the layer of dirt left behind. “The truth is those robots from my time as principal were simple worker drones, but these, my dear Rasticore, are my army.” 

“So you had these things hidden away this whole time and you never thought to use them before now?” Rasticore asked in a deadpan, trying to hold back his rising anger. If she had an army this whole time, why bother hiring him for her dirty work? How much time had he wasted fulfilling her goals when she could have just as easily sent a robot to do it. 

“Of course I did,” Heinous replied with quite a bit of malice. “They were my plan from the beginning. I just had to wait for the right time to use them.” 

“And only after I’ve been poisoned for your little mission do you suddenly decide it’s the ‘right time’,” the lizard Monster grunted, doing air-quotes for emphasis. 

“Hold your tongue!” Heinous snapped, her voice echoing around the dark chamber. The two stared each other down, neither breaking eye contact for even a second. “You cannot possibly comprehend the amount of time and planning I put into this,” she continued, spitting every word violently at her minion. “I spent years concocting the perfect scheme to take back everything I lost, to regain control and create a perfect world order. And yet you dare to believe I would overlook something so carelessly. No. Everything has been planned out.” The woman turned her back to the assassin, stating smugly, “In a scheme like this, timing is everything, my dear Rasticore.” 

She approached the nearest robot, wiping the dust off its metal surface, pulling out the same key from before and examining it closely. “And the time has finally come for the next phase of my master plan,” she whispered decisively. With that she rammed the key into the center of the robot’s chest, causing its eyes to blink open and light up red. Heinous took a step back as the machine slowly rose to its feet, creaking and groaning loudly, its rusted body protesting greatly. Branches that had formed around its hollow shell snapped and broke as it pushed itself upward with great strength. Finally, the machine was up, standing tall and at attention, its red eyes blinking as it waited for new orders, somehow menacing despite its deteriorating body. 

Rasticore took a step towards the robot body, still eyeing it skeptically but didn’t see a point in arguing, if his boss wanted to gamble all their plans on some old, dumb robot then she could deal with the consequences. It wasn’t his problem if her plan failed, so long as he got paid. “So what, we send this hunk of junk after the Butterfly brat and finally be done with her.” He had to admit the idea of a robot taking her down instead of him left a sour taste in his mouth. 

Heinous admired her machine with a satisfactory smile, her hands delicately running along its frame. “Patience, Rasticore, patience. Star Butterfly will receive her punishment in due time. But for now she is too highly guarded to risk an attack on her. We must tread carefully from here on out, no more half-witted schemes, we must deal with her delicately or all of this will be in vain.” 

Rasticore grit his teeth at the small insult but kept his calm, extended time with Heinous had really helped him with his temper, the one good thing he could say about being stuck with the snooty, high-and-mighty ex-principal herself. “So who are we targeting?” Rasticore asked impatiently. “I thought the whole point of this field trip was so you could get your hands on Butterfly. You yourself said you needed a Mewman for-”

“And I what I said still holds true,” Heinous interrupted, turning to her minion with a very evil expression. “Which is why we will be targeting another old student of mine, one who is much less guarded and much more obtainable.” A dark look passed over Heinous’ face as she thought of one of her oldest and most successful students, just speaking her name again filled her with a satisfaction and pride Heinous had almost forgotten about. “Princess Penelope Spiderbite.” 

[talldarkandroguesome]

17th of Last Seed, Tirdas

I am unsure how I should feel given all that has occurred.

To start, in the night I had a dream, which I do not recall most of, I felt as though I was being led by the hand by someone I trusted into a garden. And in the garden there was a beautiful stone fountain carved with the figures of various mer, limbs and bodies intertwined. This person bade me to get into the fountain. As I did, the water turned to blood and the figures moved in progressively more feverish movement. I thought I could hear them pant and moan.

Then the person who had my hand placed a veil over my head and from it I heard the most beautiful voices singing. All the words were the sort of lovely promises you wanted to hear most.

Then the person brought me to a bench and I realized it looked very much like Mother’s meditation to Almsivi garden. I was laid down upon my back on the cool stone and then climbed atop me. As we made love, they sang the same song as the veil. It was so beautiful I could not think of anything but the sound.

Then they pulled the veil ‘round my throat and began to choke me with it. And still, I stayed listening to the notes that filled me with peace. Even though I knew it was going to kill me, I just let it happen.

I heard, just as the last struggle of my body to stay awake, the person whisper to me that this is how I should make use of my gifts and to be alert for others attempting the same on me.

Then I awoke with a start.

I was alone in my bed.

And that empty feeling had returned. That ache from my missing soul.

I went to look for the aetherial shard. When I found it, I realized it had gotten so small since when I first purchased it. When I touched it, it became so small and looked so fragile, I worry that it will not hold much longer.

But at least I felt full again.

Even still, I felt a hunger for prayer.

So I went out to look for Gruudus. It did not take long to find him at a seedy tavern. He saw me and ordered me a sujamma and had me come to sit with hm. He had me sit in his lap while we drank and spoke with his friends.

He slid his hands under my skirts as we did and let me feel just how ready he was to make use of me.

After having polished off a couple of bottles amongst the four of us, he whispered in my ear and asked me if I would want to entertain his friends as well. My whole body reacted with excitement. And it was not just because he was stroking between my thighs as he asked.

I agreed that I would be very happy to do so.

He told his friends the number of the room for when they finished their drinks and then took me upstairs to have some time together before they came up. 

Between the alcohol and having my body used by this handsome Orsimer, I felt as though I was floating on a cloud of pleasure. I sang out my happiness as he touched me, held me, filled me.

He told me that he thought I was beautiful. Or at least, he thought Filu was beautiful. I think it is the whole story. Everyone loves a person who fell from grace and status and must use their beauty to survive. It is a classic tale.

Yet his honeyed words, lies though they may have been, thrilled me. I played flattered, less an act than I might have liked. And he continued to compliment me more.

Perhaps it was simply nice not to be spoken to by those that think of me as a failure or an outcast or an enemy.

I had little time to worry about that before the two friends entered the room and they took the chance to make use of me as well.

I do so enjoy multiple partners at once.

And yet, as I started to get lost in the sensation, I remembered the warning from my dreams. So I shook myself from the pleasure just enough to pay better attention to my surroundings and what the others in the room were doing.

It was probably just paranoia. Gruudus and his friends were lovely and paid me well, with tip. But far be it for me not to take any warning to heart. Better to be safe than dead. Again.

I returned home in a good mood.

It did not remain.

In the front hall was Mother, Avon, Nabine, and Plays-With-Fire all awaiting my return.

I asked what was going on and Avon and Nabine looked worried, but Mother, never one to stand an awkward silence, pushed right ahead. I was glad to get to the point, even if it was not one I enjoyed.

They were worried. Not about my having been killed, which I would have expected, but far more so about my behavior after being killed. 

Avon and Nabine both expressed that they were worried about how much I seemed to enjoy killing. That I seemed to seek it out. Plays-With-Fire was worried that something be connected to my soul gem having been in Coldharbour for a long period of time.

Apparently there is a theory that those whose souls are held in a plane of Oblivion for a long time are susceptible to their soul being influenced by the nature of the realm. In my instance, the worry would be about a need for control or even domination of others. Another theory stated that it ws my being without my soul that was allowing me to fall under influence of Daedra and that my blood lust could be related to Coldharbour or the Dremora sent after me.

Of course, that made no sense. I was not looking to dominate anyone.

There was something strange going on, but it did not feel related to the Father of Corruption.

Mother suggested that I submit myself to magickal testing to make sure that I had not been ensorcelled. And to just check on the feelings I was experiencing.

When I tried to protest, Mother slammed her staff upon the stone floor so hard it sounded as though thunder had struck at her feet.

Perhaps it had.

I looked around at those I loved. All of them had the same look. Distrust. Worry. Misery. Nabine and Avon, who I trusted with everything, yet they were afraid of me. Afraid of what I was.

I agreed, if only so that I would not have to have the argument. 

Nabine kissed me and told me that she was glad I would be getting to the bottom of things. I allowed her, then stepped away and told them all I needed some time alone to pray.

Avon went to offer to join me, but I shot him a glance that made him stop.

I went to the Velothi shrine to the Tribunal I have and began prayers that I continued until I was nearly falling asleep upon myself. I did not wish to return to my room. Not with those betrayers upstairs.

I curled up in the lap of the statue of Azura to write and drink my brandy. I think I may sleep here tonight. At least here I do not have to pretend. I can truly be myself.

[calliecat93]

ST: TNG S5 Watchthrough Episodes 18-21

Cause and Effect: Who’s ready for the ST equivalent of Groundhog Day? Yep, we have a time loop episode. This is actually my mom’s favorite episode so I’ve been waiting for this one XD.So the episode opens with the Enterprise blown up… and after the titles we have a poker game as though nothing happened. But Crusher begins to have deja vu and as the loops continue, so do the others. So... If you’ve seen time loop stories you more or less know how this goes. Though unlike most of the oens I’ve seen where just one person becomes aware of it, while Crusheris the first the others also begin to take notice. The don’t remember everything, but they start picking up on it and figuring out that something’s up. Again, I appreciate the cast being written as competent and not stupid cause it’s very easy to do with this kind of plot. Not sure I at all understand Data’s explanation on how he figured out how to end the loop... but hey, it ended. So it was good. Nothing mind-blowing but very much enjoyable. Any time that Crusher gets prominent screentime I’m happy, but again I just appreciate the cast being intelligent. Also the Kelsey Grammer cameo at the end, Hell yes~! 3.5/5.

The First Duty: Okay Wesley, second guest star appearance. Let’s see how it goes. Which, haha... it’s not a happy episode for him. There’s been an accident at the Academy and while thankfully Wesley is alright aside from an injured arm, one of his classmates has died. Well… that’s sad. That n and of itself could fuel a story all its own. But as a hearing is held, it becomes clear that something more is going on. As it turns out, Wesley’s teammate died because the entire squadron not only performed an illegal flight procedure… but lied about it. First that it was an accident, then that the accident and his own demise was his own fault. Why? To save their own skins. Now to be fair it’s clear that they’re scared, but it doesn’t change the fact that they’re essentially lying/disgracing a dead person to save themselves. Even the kid’s own father gets convinced of this, which only adds to Wesley’s guilt. I actually felt really bad for Wesley and I kinda feel like Picard, upon confronting him, was… pretty harsh. Wesley’s actions were wrong, but again he was clearly scared and felt guilty for it. Thankfully he does ultimately do the right thing, accepting the consequences. Hopefully, Wesley can push through it and grow from it if he shows up again. My mom doesn’t like this episode I guess because of how it portrayed Wesley, but honestly? I like it for that exact reason. Welsey isn’t portrayed necessarily as bad, he’s reacting like… well… a scared nineteen-year-old. He made a major mistake, and he paid the price for it, though it certainly wasn’t the worst punishment that he could have received. While Picard was rather harsh when confronting him, it was the push that Wesley needed to do the right thing. I think that this was the kind of episode that Wesley needed, where he commits a huge screw-up and unlike when he was a regular, pays the consequences for it… it’s just a shame that they did it after he stopped being a regular. I can see why some may dislike this one because of Wesley’s portrayal, but I think it was good and was long overdue for the character without villainizing him. He’s intelligent and capable of greatness, but he’s got a lot to learn, especially after this. Let’s hope that he does. 3.5/5.

Cost of Living: It’s another Lwaxana episode folks… yay. Okay despite my complaints about her episodes, the last one’s issues I had was more due to the subject matter than the character. If anything, she was the best part of it. So maybe this time things will be better. So this time, Worf is having parenting problems with Troi trying to help him and Alexander make it work. Lwaxana is on the Enterprise as she’s getting married, to Troi’s exasperation and Picard’s utter relief, and ends up butting in. Oh and the ship malfunctions because it’s Star Trek. So… it was okay I guess? The Holodeck scene was just utterly bizzare and I’m still trying to wrap my brain around WTF just happened. To be honest, Troi is the best part of this episode. She’s trying to reasonable help Worf with his parenting issues, Alexander with his lack of discepline/responsibility, her mother marrying a guy she never met and bending agains the Betazoid traditions that she usually follows, and she’s clearly just fed up with everyone especially her mother. It makes her such a joy to watch, haha! Lwaxana was… alrigh. On the one hand, it ws not at all her place to butt into the whole Alexander situation especially since Troi was handling it. On the other hand, the episode does go more into how lonely Lwaxana is and make her manhunting/desire tog et married more sympathetic. Te previous episodes always played it mainly as a joke/a condition of her species at her age, but it never allowed her to actually delve into why she’s so desperate. How she’s fears rowing older and being all alone without someone to love her… and gosh I’ve absoluteley seen this before and it’s just sad. Consideirng that this came out the same year that Gene Roddenberry, majel Barret’s husband and of course as we know the franchise creator, has passed… I can only imagine how rough this had to be for the poor woman. But if she wad channeling that into her performance, she did a fantastic job. Also Lwaxana’s fiance? He was played by freakin’ Tony Jay. The man is a freakin’ legend the voice acting world (probably best known as Frollo in Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame, by far his darkest performance yet probably his best) and it’s the first time I’ve seen him in a live aciton role. He plays a snobish asshole and obviousy the marriage falls through in the end, but he made the episode worth it! So yeah, I’m still not a big Lwaxana fan but they are trying to add more to her and overall it was fine. It’s not great, for example the Enterprise’s plot felt tacked on to fill in the runtime, the pacing was rouh, and the storylines were not at all balanced out well. But it was overall fine, though i think Half a Life did her better. Troi, some legit Lwaxana development, and getting an appearance by Tony Jay made it worth it XD 2/5.

The Perfect Mate: While preparing for a peace treaty, the Enterprise picks up two Ferengi, one of which messes with the cargo, and releases a young woman named Kamala, a mutant amongst her kind whose abilities let her become the perfect mate for any man, from suspended animation. She was meant to stay that way until the ceremony... and was meant to be a ‘gift’ to one of the sides. Yeah... that’s not at all messed up. Due to the Prime Directive, the crew can’t interfere... and we find out that there was a more complicated reason as to why Kamala was as she was. This is pretty much the TNG version of Elaan of Troyius from TOS. Kamala is completely different from Elaan, more composed and well-mannered while Elaan was more aggressive and upfront. Looking back I do feel I was too harsh in calling Elaan a brat considering the conditions she was under, but the episode certainly didn’t give he much sympathy from anyone (aside from Kirk) while they do better calling out the arrangement here. Then again it’s been months since I watched the episode so I may be remembering wrong. But it does ultimately end with Kamala entering an unhappy marriage, but she bonds with Picard and ends up acting as his perfect mate, so... hope that goes well. The whole empath/metamorph thing felt necessary as well, you didn’t need a reason to make men attracted to her for this episode to work. Which yes it only works on men, remember this is the 90’s folks. I’m kind of baffled as to why Troi wasn’t in this one considering we have another empath, that could have added a more interesting layer and justified that part. But I shall repeat what I said in Elaan when they put Kirk under that tear-induced love spell: you don’t need those elements to keep a plot spicy. The Ferengi we're also utterly pointless. While I feel that the subject is better done than in TOS and it felt more evenly paced... I’m still not a fan of it. It has more of the nuanced debate on the arranged marriage plot that I was annoyed that Elaan didn’t have... but I’m still pretty meh about it overall. it’s alright, but just that: alright. 2.5/5.

Okay folks, we’re five episodes away from finishing S5. So far... it’s only been alright. There’s been a couple of strong episodes, but overall it’s remained firmly in the average range. Maybe S4 hyped me up too much, IDK. I’m still having fun, but maybe I’m just starting to get fatigued from TNG. But we don’t have much more to go, and there’s still plenty of time for S6 to change my mind, so we’ll see how things go from here.

[ryzomeriseup]

Apparently my 13-year old wrote this. It's fucking great!

Oscar was heading back to his home. He had just finished his day of Education System 7. He went back home with high spirits, knowing that his friends would have something interesting on their minds. Oscar had very individualistic friends. Likewise, he was strange and unusual. But his friends always made life interesting, with their points of view.

Oscar and his friends liked to always go to the Sitting Garden. The Sitting Garden was a place where people could go to have a nice time and entertain themselves. It had lots of trees, benches, beautiful landscapes, structures and fountains. And the shrine to the Government leaders. All of the Government leaders were very respected and a huge part of their society.

Oscar headed to the Sitting Garden. As he was passing through to his favorite opening, he noticed that the vegetation around one of the trees was turning yellow. He went to further investigate, and found his friend James Conducting another one of his experiments. This time it was a flying device. He saw that the flying device was an electric hover engine, using propulsion fans to fly.

“Tell me, just what is this supposed to be?” Said another one of Oscar's friends, Kate. She was just as confused as Oscar as to what this was.

“This is a propulsion system that I came up with. By spinning fan blades to make the machine fly, it stabilizes the mechanism and steadies out the torque anomalies. I also use the energy of our impending doom to help.”

“What is our impending doom?” asked Oscar.

“Oh, you haven’t heard of the Supernova that is coming? Our very star is going to go into its Giant Phase in just 9 years, and the Government officials have yet to say anything.”

“What? Why was I not told of this! My family literally works for the System Stability Corporation. Am I the only one who this is news to?” exclaimed Occar.

“Oh calm down, this crisis has only been going on for 40 or so hours. You are not the only one left in the dark here. Our star is enormous. It is very unpredictable and a crisis like this is something that we prepared for.”

The trio discussed this matter further in the Sitting Garden, until the late night came. Walking at night in the Sitting Garden was always a very fun thing to do. The reflections of all the lights had such a magic effect on the fountains, and all the taller vegetation. As Oscar, Kate James walked back, they thought about the star that they lived by, and the evacuation process that had been formed for situations such as these. Oscar thought about what system the species would travel to, and what all would be different.

“Do you think that we will still have something like the Sitting Garden at our new planet?” asked Kate. She was the one who showed them the Sitting Garden. On the first week of Education System 7, Kate found her friends and told them of the most amazing place she had ever seen. They walked down with their parents to the Sitting Garden Entrance, and walked around the vegetation, fountains, statues, brick pathways, and open areas that brought the Sitting Garden so much life.

“I will miss the Sitting Garden. I wish we could bring it with us to our new planet. Then it would feel just like we were home.” said Kate. She had that look on her face that she had when something was not going well.

“Perhaps if we got a warrant of code 12758, we could legally move the object from one planet to another.” replied James

This was true, but would not change now. James had always been one to look at things as if they were able to be changed. He had grown up like that, he excelled at looking at technology in new ways. Innovation was his specialty. He was the Smart One.

Kate was the person who could make you feel anything. She had that way of communication that not many other people had. She always wins arguments. But that is what they did.

Oscar, he was the one who had a million thoughts going in in his head at once. He rarely spoke out. He was the kind of person that would not let you down, except when he realises that you are the useless person in a group project. He literally has you lie down and take a nap, so as to not have the useless person interrupt.

On his way out, Oscar picked a flower from the Sitting Garden, put it in a containment bag, and went home. The Supernova would not take the whole garden from Kate.

A few months later the government officials announced that everyone was to board the ships. Everyone did, and the planet was evacuated. The ships had many rooms, 1 for each family. Once everyone was on board, the rumbling began. The Ground slowly got further and further away from the window. Everyone looked forward to the Captain. He Said that everyone was to stay in their rooms for the lift off sequence. Everyone did as they were told, and hoped for a better tomorrow.

~ 10 Years Later ~

Oscar looked out the window of his office. He saw the tall buildings, tens of stories tall. Almost all of them were painted a blue gray color. The pops of color in the new city were the luscious trees and light post filled streets. He focused back on his work. He was a worker for the manufacturing organization. He was placing an order that the company had requested. It was a very boring job, but it was his responsibility. He took a final glance at the window, and this time saw something intriguing. It was a small black dot in the sky. Just there. The atmosphere of the planet produced a light green haze, but here was a random black dot. He stood up to look closer. It looked like a meteor. This was odd. The moon base usually shot down all meteors. It seemed to be getting larger as well. Oscar realized that it would crash into the planet. He quickly grabbed his things and ran to the bottom of the building. He told the guards what was happening, and they said they would try to alert everyone.

Meanwhile, James on the moon base, looked at the supposed meteor, and told the officials to shoot it down. They aimed their weapons, and took fire. The object exploded, and a fire of smaller rocks rained down. The intercoms came on.

“Please take shelter immediately. We are experiencing some temporary meteor problems.”

Everyone did as they were told, and sought out shelter. On the moon base, James knew something was wrong. Usually the targets like that were shot down automatically. He and a team went to investigate. They entered the room, and 3 people lay dead on the floor. The system was sabotaged.

“Oh dear.” said one of the shocked guards.

“We seem to have an imposter among us.”

There was then a red alert. The alarms were going off. Everyone was rushing, falling down, trying to get to their station. A huge man made object was rushing their way. It then sent a message to every screen on the planet. It was only a few words, but everyone was aware of what it meant. It said:

“Did you miss us?”

Everyone thought back to the official day of evacuation. Not everyone made it onto a ship. There just simply was not enough room. Some people volunteered to stay behind. Some were just unlucky. Oscars parents were some of those unlucky people.

Back down at the planet, Oscar was rushing towards the nearest shelter. The huge gray metal object slowly loomed closer and closer. It was almost like a bomb of some sort. The planetary guard began to fire at the object, but it only made a small dent. The city was still in a panic. Oscar got caught up in a large crowd of people. The chaos of the crown overwhelmed him, and in their stampede, Oscar Tripped and fell. His arm got most of the fall, but it still hurt. He was not even angry, he just wanted away from the awful thing in the sky. A small pod came down from the large ship, and boarded. Oscar ws silent among the screaming crowd.

The shuttle then engaged audio on the screens it took over.

“Look at this. This is chaos.” said the speaker. The person's voice was calm. Void of all emotion at all. It just stated this, as if it was an average conversation.

“This wouldn’t seem familiar to any of you. All of you were able to board a ship, and escape your problems. Hmm. You all make me sick. Nobody here is coming to oppose this little visit of ours.”

Everyone was silent now. The children all looked, awed and terrified at this person's words.

“My message to all of you is simple. 1,700 people are still significant, even out of 12 billion. Now, my life is almost meaningless, so I have one last act.” He signalled to the ship. The ship responded. And then grew very hot. It then exploded. The ball blinded Oscar. He couldn’t witness the final moments of his life. The ship detonated with an incredible bang. So loud, it shook the doomed planet. Someone grabbed his hand. It was Kate. Oscar’s final act was giving a flower, the one he had picked 10 years ago. then it all went black

[medusas-side-snake]

Scarred - Chapter 5

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Megan works for the Order, she has been on a mission for them for over a year. A mission that was only supposed to last two weeks. Heritage means that she is on thin ice with the rest of the Order, mix that with some heartbreak by the dragon-loving Weasley boy and a certain Black family member with a vendetta and you have the following story.

I decided that I needed some time after having to relive everything. I was sitting next to the bushes that are placed under the lounge window, which was open. This meant that I could hear all that was said in there. I couldn’t see who was in the lounge but I could clearly hear Sirius and Remus talking, perhaps the moral thing would’ve been to move or, at least, make myself known to the pair.

And I was going to, honest.

“...letting personal feelings cloud your judgement.” I only caught the tail end of Remus’ sentence as they moved closer to the window.

“Memories can be altered, Remus. You know that.” Sirius’ voice piped up and it didn’t take a genius to work out what they were talking about.

“And that means that I know what an altered memory looks like and it’s not that.” Remus ws trying his best to placate Sirius.

“It could’ve been set up.” I didn’t stick around to hear Remus’ response, instead I stood up directly in front of the window and stalked off to the small lake a bit aways from the Weasley home.

Once there, I performed a waterproof spell on the clothes that I was wearing and entered the lake. I didn’t want to swim, I wanted to be weightless for a minute. To not be dragged down by the weight of carrying everything around, just for a short while.

I didn’t know how long I was floating in the water but at some point I closed my eyes, my mind completely blank as I was.

It was Fleur who came out to fetch me. She called my name softly and I knew that my time was up, I had to go back and face everyone.

We ate our tea in silence, only the radio playing, nobody spoke about what they had seen and I certainly was not going to be the one to bring it up.

When the sun was just beginning to go down, I asked Fleur to help me to put some more cream on my wounds.

“Yes, of course. I will be up in a moment.”

I went up to Charlie and Bill’s room to get the cream that Charlie sent and then I went into the bathroom. While I was in there, I began to freshen up as I had every intention of going to sleep after the fresh cream had been applied.

Fleur didn’t take long and she got to it as soon as she entered the room. She didn’t say much beyond small talk, ‘the weather was nice today, no?’ and a little bit of wedding talk. It seemed like something was on her mind and I couldn’t help but feel like she disapproved of me after witnessing everything that had gone on.

I didn’t make much small talk as I was mainly in my head about the Sirius thing. In truth, we had never really got on since he escaped from prison and I wasn’t really filled with a passion for his approval, but how could he argue after what I had shown them?

Fleur finished up and we bid each other goodnight and I went into the room.

It felt like I had only just gone to sleep when I was woken up by shouting downstairs, a quick look out of the window, however, showed the pitch black night sky and I knew that I had to have been asleep for at least a few hours.

The shouting was too muffled for me to properly make out words but I could definitely distinguish voices. I could hear Molly’s as it got higher and higher the more she shouted, I could hear Moody’s booming over everyone else’s, I could hear Kingsley’s accent drifting upstairs and I could hear Sirius’ too. From the pattern that I could hear the voices in, it seemed like Sirius was arguing with the other three and I remained completely still on the bed in the hopes of making out some of what was being said.

Booming footsteps on the stairs, however, ruined that plan.

I sat bolt upright in bed when I heard them and I held my breath when I heard them stop for a second on the landing to this floor.

Moody crashed through the door.

“Get dressed.” In my time with Moody, I had noticed that he really only spoke in short sentences, and that the short sentences left no room for argument.

He turned around but still stayed in the doorway. I stayed where I was sitting in the bed.

“Now.” I did as he asked, quickly getting dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a green t-shirt from the pile of Ginny and Hermione’s clothes that they had lent me until I could get some that fit me. I put on my black trainers and grabbed Charlie’s camo jacket from the back of the door. Once I was ready, Moody moved away from the door and began to walk down the stairs, I followed, pulling the jacket on as we descended.

The shouting from downstairs continued the entire time that Moody was upstairs, but when I entered the kitchen, it stopped.

Sirius looked away with disbelief on his face.

Milling around the kitchen were Kingsley, Molly, Hagrid, Arthur, Fred, Bill, Fleur, George, Tonks, Remus, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Sirius (obviously) and a stout, balding man.

“Right, that’s everyone. Let’s go.” Remus seemed eager to get everyone out of the door and was out of the back door and into the yard before anyone had a chance to argue.

We all followed, except Hermione, Ginny, Molly and Sirius, who all lingered in the doorway. In the yard there was a pile of broom sticks, Hagrid’s motorcycle and two Thestrals tied to the gate.

“Right, partners.” Arthur said as he moved to stand in front of everyone and was met with groans from all of his children.

“We know, Dad. We have gone over this three times a day for a week.” A rare, stern look from his father shut George up.

“Partners. Tonks and Ron.” He gestured over to the empty space by his side and the pair took it after Tonks picked up a broomstick. “Bill and Fleur.” They followed his command and went to stand by the Thestrals. “George and Remus.” Remus picked up a broom stick and they both went to stand next to Tonks and Ron. “Mundungus and Alastor.” Moody picked up his own broomstick from the pile and went to stand by Bill and Fleur, all while keeping hold of Mundungus' (the stout, balding man) upper arm. “Hagrid, you’ll be travelling with Harry.” So that’s what we were doing, nice of someone to let me know. Hagrid went to stand by his motorcycle. “Fred, you’re with me.” Fred picked up the final broom and went to stand behind his father. That left me and Kingsley and one Thestral, Arthur confirmed that we both moved over to stand with them.

“Everybody get ready.” Moody called out and we began to mount our brooms or Thestrals (and, in Hagrid’s case, a motorcycle). Kingsley got onto the Thestral first and I figured that I was supposed to mount behind him.

“5! 4! 3! 2!” Moody counted down. “Kick off!” We flew into the air as one.

We moved into the typical ‘V’ formation as we flew to Surrey.

***

A few hours later, we landed in the back garden of No.4 Privet Drive.

Harry was quite surprised when he saw all of us and pleasantries were exchanged. Harry was a little bit off with me which is something that I expected based on his relationship with Sirius and my relationship with Sirius. Harry would never trust me as long as Sirius didn’t, which sucked because I was doing all of this for him and I had gone through a lot for him.

When Moody got everyone corralled into the lounge and in some sort of order, I was next to Harry.

“What happened to your face?” It was the first time that he had addressed me directly and I heard some of the talking in the room die down, everyone (apart from Mundungus who was expressing his indignation to Moody) well aware of Harry’s opinion of me.

“It’s a long story.” Harry had a habit of internalising things, if I just came out and told him everything that happened and the questions that they asked, he would use it as fuel for the fire burning him alive in his mind. That, or he wouldn’t believe me. Both would suck.

I was almost as surprised as he was when the plan for transporting him this evening was revealed.

But shortly after, we were all in the back garden once again, only this time half of us looked like Harry. I could feel the small bundle of my shrunken clothes in my pocket, I wanted to keep hold of them so that I didn’t lose Charlie’s jacket. It was still important to him, and him to me, no matter what state our relationship was in.

We were ambushed almost as soon as we were in the air, curses and hexes flying at us and we did our best to fight back.

I was sending curses and blocking those that were coming for Kingsley and I while also trying to make sure that I could block some of the ones that were coming for the others that they hadn’t seen. There were instances where I couldn’t block a curse in time or the curse was too powerful to block, in those cases I manipulated their broom and pulled them backwards out of the way.

I sent a blocking spell towards George and Arthur, but I was too slow and I saw it hit him on his left side. There was no time to help as more spells flew towards us and through the air and the Thestral began to sink through the clouds.

We kept fighting until Kingsley landed us in the middle of nowhere.

“What are we doing here? They are still-!” I began to question before there were, at least, ten Death Eaters shooting spells at us, we both do our best to incapacitate them.

In the time that it took to neutralise them all, we had missed the Port Key.

“Come on!” Kingsley shouted and we began to run.

I wasn’t sure how long we ran for, it wasn’t long any way, before we came to a church. Kingsley strode in, the door banging against the walls as he pushed them open.

“Sallaes!” He shouted and a tall, thin woman came rushing from a back room.

“We were ambushed. The Port Key’s gone.” He explained simply. By this time, the Polyjuice potion was beginning to wear off and I could feel myself shrinking slightly, Harry only being a few inches taller than me. I felt my hair growing at a rapid pace and when I inspected a strand near the front of my face, it had gone back to it’s natural red colour.

I could hear the woman murmuring to Kingsley but I couldn’t hear what was being said.

“No, all Floos are being watched.” Kingsley was keeping his normal volume so I could only assume that the woman was naturally soft spoken and not that they were still keeping me in the dark about everything.

I spun around as I looked around the church, high ceiling, small room, nicely decorated yet modest. I had just turned to inspect the doors when I saw the lights coming from the hill Kingsley and I had just left.

“Kingsley!” I said in a hushed but stressed voice. I didn’t want to raise my voice to shout and risk them hearing us. He turned to face me and I could see his face drop when he saw that they were making their way towards us and there seemed to be more of them too.

“We need to leave. Now!” He turned back to Sellaes who hurried us into the back room that she came out of.

“This is the only time I’m offering this up Kingsley, don’t ask again.”

“I won’t, thank you Sellaes”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved his thanks away and summoned a very large cauldron from a storage cupboard. “Get in.” She said as a small set of stairs flew across the floor to rest against the side of the cauldron and we did as she asked.

She picked up a pot of red powder, not unlike Floo powder, and blew it in our faces. Before I even knew what was happening, the cauldron was spinning and we came to a stop just before the gate to the Weasley garden.

“Whoa!” I was holding my head as Kingsley climbed out of the cauldron.

I followed him and we both made our way to the door that led to the Weasley kitchen

Before we could get too close, however, Remus came storming out to meet us. He held his wand out in front of him and pointed it at us as Kingsley did the same and asked, “The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?”

“Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.” Kingsley seemed satisfied with this answer as he lowered his wand and turned to Harry.

“What gave you away?” He and Harry continued talking as I made my way into the kitchen to look for the others and, more importantly, George.

When I entered the kitchen, I saw everyone crowded around the sofa, where George was lying. Molly was trying to staunch the bleeding coming from his ear, with little success.

“I’ve got it.” I rushed over to the arm of the sofa by George’s head and Molly quickly moved out of the way.

I summoned over a bowl, a cloth and a pillow. Then, I placed the pillow under George’s shoulders so that his head was more level and filled the bowl with water with a swish of my hands.

Everyone was looking at where I was knelt at the top of George’s head as I began to swirl my pointer finger above his ear.

When the green liquid came swirling out a few minutes later, they all took a step back as it began to jump from the spiral before I got it back under control.

Once I felt that the spiral had almost become too big for me to handle, I used my other hand to begin to curl it into a ball. I pressed and pressed on the curse until my fingers could link together while my hands formed a ball. I created a small fire inside my hands and lit the curse on fire, the only way to make sure that it was gone and would not cause any more infection. I then wiped away any fluid around George’s ear that may have leaked out, rinsed the cloth and cleaned it away.

I repeated this process a few times until less and less curse fluid came out each time.

“This will have to be completed a few times a day for the next week or so.” I heard Alastor telling Arthur, Molly being too busy holding George’s hand, once I summoned the bandages from the kitchen and began to wrap George’s ear to keep it clean.

I could faintly hear the conversation going on to my left.

“No, I think you’re like James, who would have regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.” I heard Remus say.

“Wouldn’t have trusted a Death Eater though.” I clearly heard Sirius’ snide remark.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” I bit back before I could stop myself.

“It means, how convenient is it that we have a Death Eater mutt and they just happen to find out about his moving day.”

“I didn’t even know that he was being moved.” I defended myself. “You’re doing, I presume, planting seeds of doubt with your nasty ideas.”

“Oh, don’t try to fool everyone into thinking that you can’t find things out with your dark magic.” I looked at him like he had a second head.

“Dark magic. You really have lost the plot. What are you going on about?”

“That stuff you can do without a wand. It’s not natural.”

“Now, Sirius, that’s not dark magic. It’s talent.” Remus attempted to placate Sirius before anything escalated.

“Come off it, Remus! You said yourself that it’s strange how good she is at it. Don’t rule out dark magic. And… she got a letter last year from her parents so don’t let her fool you into thinking that she has completely repented.” It did hurt to hear that Remus considered me some kind of freak for what I could do, we had always got on well.

“Repented! What have I got to repent for? And if you’re going to go snooping at my post, Sirius, at least read it. The letter was from Dumbledore, my parents are dead.” There was silence in the room for a couple for about thirty seconds before Sirius piped up again.

“Well you seemed pretty broken up about it. Why was that, sad you couldn’t pass information to them anymore? Moved onto their friends, have you?” Sirius continued to push the same narrative he had been preaching since we were re-united.

“No! How did you feel when you learned that your brother had died. When you’re mum! Your dad! I wasn’t really sure how I was supposed to feel!”

Sirius smirked as though I had just handed him the loaded gun that he would need to take me out. “Doesn’t excuse the fact that you still wrote letters to them.”

Once again, silence filled the room for a beat too long.

“What?” Remus asked Sirius, but his eyes had not left me.

“Yeah, while they were in Azkaban.” He nodded, he knew he had the entire room's attention now. “She wrote letters to them for a year.”

“No, that can’t be Sirius, you can’t get mail in Azkaban.” Molly tried to defend.

“I was given special circumstances from Dumbldore and the Minister.” I spoke for the first time since this revelation had been made.

Silence took over the room again, so I continued to explain while I had the chance.

“When they were taken away, I was 8. I didn’t know what had happened, why they weren’t coming home or why I had to go and live with a lady I had never met before. So yeah… I wrote to them. It took them a year to reply and do you want to know what they said?” I looked around the room, some were looking at me, while others looked away. Alastor had both eyes trained on me, as did Sirius, Remus and Kingsley.

“They said that I wasn’t their daughter so long as I lived with a Muggle. They said that about the woman who had been kinder to me in a year than they had in eight. The woman who I loved.” I took a step back, away from him and spread out my arms.

“So, please, tell me and everyone else how one simple sentence could make me forget everything my Nana had taught me and would make me disregard everything that Molly and Arthur ever could.” I waited a beat and he had no answer.

“You know what? I’m done. With you, with this. I’m over it, I’m out.” I held my hands up in front of my chest.

“What? Megan, no.” Remus spoke up.

“No, I’m being serious. I’m tapping out, I’m saying Uncle. Whatever you want me to say, this is it. I’m going back to my flat and I don’t want to hear from anyone whose last name isn’t Weasley.” I began to walk to the stairs, ready to pack up my things and move on.

“What about the Order?” Alastor spoke as I reached the bottom step.

“I’ll go on missions and tell you everything I know.” I sighed, “Don’t tell me anything, clearly nobody trusts me and I’m not so dumb as to think that you would actually tell me any truth with what you just heard anyway.” With that, I walked up the stairs and into Charlie and Bill’s room.

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Weekly Recap | September 16-22

A bit late, but better late than never! :P

Complete

a slow start by birdjay/ @bird-jay (PWP | 2,6K | Explicit): It’s a gorgeous sight, Steve spread out like this. He wants to lick, wants to bite, wants inside where he’s hot and tight. Wants to make Steve make that gasping noise that he loves so much.

Ceasefire by ipoiledi/ @ipoiledi (PWP | 4,5K | Explicit): It's too hot out to be alive, is what it is.

The Pugilists by ipoiledi/ @ipoiledi (PWP | 4,5K | Explicit): There’s only one way Steve wants it when he gets like this, and nice ain’t the word for it, that’s for damn sure.

To the Victor by ipoiledi/ @ipoiledi (PWP | 1,8K | Explciit): “Oh, Thor,” Bucky remarks, and Steve huffs a laugh, warm and low against Bucky’s cheek. “You sure are seeing a lot of this guy lately.”

💙 Calisthenics by ipoiledi/ @ipoiledi (Steve/Thor, PWP | 5K | Explicit): Thor’s laughing. “I mustn’t tease you so,” he decides.

💙 We didn’t need this to love each other, but I’m glad we get to do it anyway by AidaRonan/ @bisexualstarbucky (Canon divergent | 1,9K | Teen): Or the one where same-sex marriage finally gets legalized in NY and two very old men do the thing.

💙 Next Chapter by NachoDiablo/ @samstevebuckyhq (Famous/Not-Famous | 15K | Explicit): Bucky’s life is at a bit of a standstill these days as he commits to embracing his inner hermit, brewing the perfect pour-over, and writing popular fanfic for the Avengers movie franchise. When he strikes up a friendship with Steve, the snarky yet earnest fan of his latest fic, he finds himself opening up for the first time in years. Things get more complicated, however, when Bucky realizes that Steve’s more than just an everyday fan of the Avengers. As he and Steve grow closer, Bucky will have to decide whether or not he’s ready to start moving forward again.

Stranger in the Shell of a Lover by dragongirlG/ @dragongirlg-fics (Modern AU, sex worker Bucky | 10K | Explicit): Bucky is a young truck stop sex worker in Brooklyn who's trying to save money for sisters' college fund. He doesn't usually get attached to his clients, but he finds himself making an exception for Steve, a regular who always treats Bucky with gentleness and respect. When Steve finds Bucky in the bathroom the night before Thanksgiving, injured due to rough treatment from another client, the boundaries of their relationship blur and leave them both wondering if there could be something more between them.

💙 A Hunk of Burning Love by cleo4u2/ @cleo4u2 (Chris Beck/Johnny Storm | 10K | Not  Rated): Dr. Chris Beck is a dedicated, intelligent, NASA astronaut. Johnny Storm is a disgraced NASA pilot, a superhero, and a practical joker. This is how they fall in love on the trip to rescue Mark Watney.

the long lost ghost by StuckySituation/ @stuckysituation (Stripper Steve, WS Bucky | 4,9K | Teen): Modern!AU with a drunk HYDRA agent sending Winter Soldier on an escort mission, and Steve "Captain America" Rogers getting the shock of his life when his long lost fiancé isn't quite as dead as everyone thought. (Part 1 of Stripper!Steve AUs)

the one where Bucky is NOT making a scene by StuckySituation/ @stuckysituation (Stripper Steve | 1,4K | Mature): Bucky is busy moping in the guest room that the cute guy is giving a strip tease show to his sister, but when he overhears few guests dissing the stripper for not being a big and buff American beefcake, he has to step in and defend the guy's ultimate sex god level sexiness. (Part 2 of Stripper!Steve AUs)

secrets and sex workers by StuckySituation/ @stuckysituation (stripper Steve | 2K | Mature): Bucky frowns at the message and calls Jenny back. “You sent me the wrong address.” “Uh, no I didn’t. I double checked it with the guy before I sent it to you.” “It’s my address, duh.” “What? No way.” She laughs. “Unless you’ve suddenly turned into a blonde hunk who goes by the stripper alias Captain America and is literally a walking wet dream, then nope. My cousin assured me he’s legit.” “...a blonde hunk?” (Part 3 of Stripper!Steve AUs)

💙 Beyond the Yellow Book Road by crinklefries/ @spacerenegades (Shrunkyclunks | 30K | Teen): Before he was Captain America, he was Steve Rogers, knobby kneed and wild-eyed, with scrapes on his knuckles and a book in his hands. In 1942, he leaves for war and eventually crashes the Valkyrie. In 2011, Steve's body is dragged from ice off the coast of Greenland. In 2015, he meets a bookstore clerk. This is what happens when a superhero loses his way home and the only way back is through the Yellow Book Road.

Anything You've Done by AidaRonan/ @bisexualstarbucky (Canon | 1,3K | General): "I want it to be different," Bucky said. "So we'll make it different."

Reading in progress

avalanche by pieandsouffles/ @amerrichavez (Uni AU | 46K | Explicit): super-straight fraternity presidents. super-meddling friends. what could go wrong?

WIP 

💙 Latte Art and Slow Dancing in the Dark by deadonarrival (Modern AU with powers, Daddy kink | 16/20 | 81K | Explicit): Bucky is a somewhat well-adjusted former army sniper that got his shoulder blown out. He took his discharge and went home to finish school. His best friends and roommates (Nat & Clint) are CIA agents and tip him off that their local Sbux is hiring. He gets a job there and meets none other than the hottest guy on earth. So how does one get a date in the most top secret government location in the US? What happens when that guy is more than just a hot dorito and wants to give Bucky everything he wants? 

💙 oh the glory of it all by hitlikehammers (Post-Endgame | 4/23 | 9,9K | Mature): They end up stumbling almost unexpectedly into the white-picket-fence, apple-pie life they used to dream of. Except it’s not like that at all.

💙 This Side of the Blue by notlucy/ @notlucy (Mermaid AU | 37/44 | 135K | Explicit): A trick was the only explanation for what Steve saw floating there. This figment of his childhood. This myth. This legend. Within the tank, the siren bared its teeth.

💙 four dreams in a row where you were burned by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid (canon divergent, post-Endgame, 1945 alternate timeline | 6/? | 34K | Mature): When Steve uses the last of his Pym Particles to travel to 1944 and save his best friend, he doesn’t have a plan beyond leaving behind the battlefield and living his life alongside the people he loves. But the life that finds him is not the one he expects.

💙 Political Animals by crinklefries/ @spacerenegades, Deisderium/ @deisderium (Modern AU, politics | 6/9 | 55K | Explicit): Okay, so the real problem is that you shouldn’t fuck your arch-rival, political enemy, and the person you loathe the most in the world where you work. Or like, at least, you shouldn’t keep doing that.

Not In That Way by onymousann (Canon-divergent, post-Endgame | 2/5 | 11K | Not Rated): “I think— I want to stay. After the jump. I want to stay.” Or, Steve's epic stupidity and bad decision-making have unintended consequences.

dirt king, black crown. by Spacedog/ @softpunkbucky (Cowboy AU | 1/2 | 3,5K | Explicit): The year is 1877. In the sun-baked town of Timely, Sheriff Steve Rogers is in mourning. It’s been five years since Bucky Barnes—Steve’s deputy, best friend, and lover—fell to his death. But as a masked vigilante gunman begins killing off ranchers and railroad executives at the edges of that dusty desert town, Steve is forced to reconsider his role as sheriff, long-held truths, and the very legitimacy of Timely itself.

Re-read

💙 Fraternizing With the Enemy by AidaRonan/ @bisexualstarbucky (Uni AU | 7K | Explicit): Steve and Bucky are both the presidents of their respective fraternities. Steve thinks Bucky's frat is filled with selfish party animals who care about little else. Bucky thinks Steve is a giant pretentious douchebag who owns too many Lacoste polos. They hate each other. Passionately. Until they don't.

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The Asset and the Mechanic

So I saw some nice WS!Steve fanart and me being the SteveTony hoe I am I decided to make an au.

It starts when Tony is four. Tony had just made his first computer board and everyone was excited. People from the news came to interview him and his daddy. They all kept saying his daddy should be proud.

His daddy wasn't proud. He was never proud, his daddy stayed the same, yelling at how Tony was worthless compared to Steve Rogers the first Captian America who died by sinking the Valkyrie into the artic or to Bucky Barnes who after being found by the army became the second Captain America. He later was willingly frozen by daddy's secret agency that Tony wasn't suppose to know about.

No, Tony did not get his daddy's pride or attention. But he did get someone else's attention.

Hydra saw the news. Howard Stark's child intrigued them. A child of that kind of genius was a rare thing. They wanted him. And with most things they want, they send the Winter Soilder.

Hydra had found Steve Rogers, wiping his memories over and over again, replacing his left arm with a weponized metal one. Turning the once great Captian America into their perfect weapon. Cyro freezing him until they needed him for a mission.

His newest mission. Kidnap Tony Stark.

It was easy, too easy Steve had thought to himself when he took the boy right from his bed. His parents weren't home to stop him, and the staff barely see the child.

That night was the first night that Hydra began turning a young boy into a sleeper agaent.

It was a repeated pattern, Hydra would send the Winter Soilder to take the child in the night and then return him in the morning when they finished their mind torture for the night.

Steve learned how quickly Tony latched onto him. Half a year in and Tony would take any free time by Steve's side. A year in, Tony would already be up for Steve, having a recording of his trigger word ready for when Jarvis put him to bed. Three years in and Tony doesnt need Steve anymore to find Hydra.

Hydra refreezes the Winter Solider until the next mission. Tony becomes one of the Winter Soldier's handlers, his mechanic on his weapons, and his arm. The Mechanic's approach was gentler to the Winter Soldier than his other handlers, but the Winter Soilder fights less when the Mechanic is near so Hydra lets it be.

Hydra never expected them to fall in love. It didn't happen instantly, more of over the years, two broken people found a way to begin fixing one another. Tony was always a different age everytime Steve saw him. Steve first noticed his feelings when Tony was seventeen and the young mechanic was fixing his arm, always so careful.

Then came the night Howard and Maria Stark were marked to die.

This time they had the Winter Soilder bring his Mechanic with him. Hydra told the Mechanic that he has to choose, let his parents die, or save them and the Winter Soilder will face a fate worse than death for failing the mision.

The Mechanic felt no sorrow at Howard's death, all thos years of abuse and the man got his karma. For Maria, Tony asked Steve to be merciful and kill her quickly. Steve granted that request and Tony kissed his mama goodbye.

The Mechanic did not cry. Tony Stark cried for his mama when told the news the next morning.

Years pass, Afghanistan puts an arch reactor in Tony's chest and Iron Man is created. The Mechanic puts a similar repulsor blast in the Winter Soilder's next upgrade. Tony gets palldium poisoning from the arch reactor, Hydra sends the Winter Soilder to make sure their best mechanic doesn't die, going as far as to plant an idea in one of the baby agent's heads.

The Avengers are formed, Bucky is unfrozen. Bucky starys to work for SHIELD. Hydra sends the Winter Soilder after Captian America.

SHIELD falls and the Winter Soilder is on the run. Bucky searches for his best friend for a month. He finds nothing. Eventually he decides he needs to tell Tony the truth about his parents, he deseves it.

Bucky returns to the tower, he does not expect to find Steve there.

But there he is, sitting on the sofa with Tony wrapped in his arms, his lips resting against the top of Tony's head.

"Sargent Barnes," Tony greets, and their is something different, an air of danger that surrounds both Steve and Tony.

"Remember those sleeper agents Hydra created? Well you're looking at one, though my loyalty has always been to Steve."

Tony goes to explain his history with hydra with a few words from Steve who otherwise remains silent. Tony goes onto explain how he has been working on something that could help Steve sort through the trauma.

"So how did Steve end up here?" Bucky asked when all was said.

Tony shrugged. "The Winter Soilder always went to his mechanic after each mission, this time was no different. "

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Stony + scars prompt: Steve is looking at Tony's scars & they all have a dramatic (Iron Man related) or funny (college & playboy escapade related) story or are Tony-neglecting-safety-procedures-in-the-lab scars. And then he gets to a small puckered circular scar on Tony's upper arm & Tony looks confused for a sec before remembering that of course Steve *wouldn't* know - it's from the polio vaccine. Steve grins & gives that one an extra big kiss. (Based on the "no polio is good" line in WS)

On one of their rare days off, Steve and Tony decide to spend the morning just lazing about in bed. Well, Steve decides to spend the morning lazing about. Tony’s still asleep, and Steve wants to stay wrapped around his lover for as long as possible.

Any other day, Steve would have been awake for several hours already. It’s not that he’s a morning person, but he just likes having a routine, and he likes making the most of each day. He lost so much time in the ice, he doesn’t want to waste any more than necessary. And on their day off, making the most of the day means just spending time together and not worrying about anything or anyone else.

Steve is spooned up against Tony’s back, breathing softly with him as he strokes his hand up and down Tony’s body. As it always does, his hand eventually drifts closer to the arc reactor and Steve starts to gently trace his fingers along the scar tissue surrounding the device. He’s just about to lean over and replace his fingers with his lips when Tony starts to stir.

He changes his trajectory and instead mouths along Tony’s collarbone, under his jaw, until he reaches his goal. Steve presses his lips against Tony’s and lingers for a while before pulling back.

“Mm. Good morning, beloved,” Tony says, voice still heavy with sleep.

“Mornin’.” Steve gives Tony another kiss then leans up on one elbow, his other hand making its way back to the arc reactor, drawing circles around it.

Tony hums. “I’ll never understand your obsession with that thing.”

“It’s beautiful. It’s part of you.” Steve brushes his lips against the rim of the device. “It’s a symbol of your genius, of your survival. I just love it.”

And he really does. It’s always such a privilege, knowing that Tony trusts Steve with the arc reactor – with his life – and that Steve’s touch is welcome in the most vulnerable part of Tony’s body.

“Even with all the scar tissue surrounding it?”

“Yes. I love your scars.”

“Even this ugly old thing?” Tony sticks his left leg out from under the covers and lightly kicks Steve in the side, drawing his attention to a white, 3-inch scar running up the length of Tony’s calf.

Steve takes a hold of Tony’s leg and gives the scar a little nip. “Love this one. Tell me how you got it again?”

“Lab incident. DUM-E, that dumb bucket of bolts, thought it would be fun to steal the wrench I needed to use and run away from me. So I started chasing him around the lab and tripped on my own damn shoelace, fell and sliced my leg open on a stray piece of metal that he was supposed to have picked up after we finished our last project.” Tony shakes his head and huffs out a laugh. “I think that was the first time DUM-E witnessed a lab accident. There was a lot of blood. Hurt like hell, but he got me the first aid kit and I cleaned it up pretty quickly. He felt so bad afterwards, spent the next two weeks making sure every inch of the lab was as tidy and spotless as possible.“

“So that’s why he spends a couple hours every night cleaning up the lab before he goes back to his charging station.”

“Yep.”

“He’s a good bot.”

“Eh. He’s alright.” Tony shrugs, but Steve still catches the twitch of his mouth as he tries not to smile.

“Alright.” Steve pokes at the tiny scar just above Tony’s right knee. “How about this one?”

“Oh wow, that’s an old one. Summer of ‘88, Rhodey and I were messing around by the pool at the mansion. Rhodey had aced all his classes, even Topics in Algebraic Topology which was taught by a monster of a prof who was known to be stingy with the A’s. So I got him an awesome new watch as a congratuations gift. A Jaeger-LeCoultre.”

“Very nice.”

“Right? He still has it. Wears it whenever he has to go to some super formal, fancy event. Anyway.” Tony looks into the distance, caught up in what is obviously a very fond memory. “He wouldn’t accept it, at first. But I kind of guilt tripped him into taking it. Then I made him put it on, and I wouldn’t let him take it off even when we went swimming. It’s waterproof, after all. And even if it got water damage? I told him either I’d fix it or I’d pay to get it fixed. It didn’t matter, he just had to keep it on for the rest of the summer.”

Steve can imagine a stubborn 18-year-old Tony with his huge, imploring Bambi eyes, using all the tricks up his sleeve to get what he wants. He can see how Rhodey was unable to say no to Tony.

“That was idiotic of me,” Tony continues. “I was sitting by the edge of the pool, legs in the water and all. I thought by sitting there I’d have leverage to splash the shit out of Rhodey. He retaliated, of course. We wrestled a bit, and then he lost his balance and as he fell back, the watch caught my knee, nicked a bit of the skin off. Rhodey tried to use that as an excuse to give the watch back but obviously I wouldn’t let him do such a thing.”

They continue like that for a while, Steve pointing out the various scars riddled across Tony’s body and asking for the story behind them. Tony’s clearly amused by Steve’s curiosity, but he indulges the man and answers every question. The anecdotes range anywhere from ridiculous (“Pepper threw her stiletto at me. She felt terrible about it afterwards, but I’ll admit I deserved it.”) to concerning (“...Howard was drunk. Then he got angry at me.”), and Steve leaves a kiss on the scars after hearing each one.

Finally, Steve gets to the circular scar on Tony’s left upper arm that he had never noticed before.

“And what about this one?” he asks.

“That is probably the most boring story of all,” Tony responds. “That’s just a needle scar. Polio vaccination.”

Steve beams at that and leaves a giant, wet, smacking kiss on the little pucker. “This one’s officially my favorite.”

“Really?!” Tony exclaims. “I tell you all of these badass and ridiculous stories, but this is the one you like the most?”

“That’s right.” Steve leaves another kiss on the scar. “All those other scars are survival stories. This one is about you actively keeping yourself healthy and safe. I like it when you’re healthy and safe, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” Tony breathes. He shifts his body until he’s straddling Steve, pressing him deep into the bed. When he speaks next, his voice comes several octaves lower. “I think we’re done with story time for now.”

There isn’t much more talking for a while after that.

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Found You

Request: Yes / No  I know you’re busy, and since I probably didn’t send this request I hope you don’t find it hard. Can I have a KJ x reader where the reader is kidnapped at a party and KJ does everything to find her and he does after a month. Lots of angst and fluff pls!! @river-fics

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KJ Apa x Fem!Reader

Word count:  2682

Warnings: Kidnapping, Rape/sex slave, starvation, dehydration 

Y/N: Your Name

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We had just recently finished filming the first half of Riverdale season three. We all were going to celebrate since we had a few week break. My boyfriend KJ was so excited for a party, he really loved them. Roberto had set up the party and it was gonna be huge. The girls and I decided to have a get ready get-together before the party. We all went to get our hair done, nails did, then we went back to Mads’ place and finish getting ready. I put on a black and white crop top, black skirt, my favorite pair of chunky heels, some bracelets, and I had my Michael Kors purse. For my makeup, I did a black and white eyeshadow look with a wing, and I decided to go with a soft neutral pink lip, instead of a bold red one.

Once the girls and I were finished we finished getting ready we headed to the party to meet everyone. I couldn’t wait to get to this party and just relax. Filming could be stressful and since we didn’t get too many long breaks, a party was just what we needed. We got there and it looked awesome! We were in the Playhouse Nightclub in Vancouver, it was so amazing. The music was loud, people were dancing, the bar was fully stocked, and best of all… it was all free! The boys noticed us almost immediately and came over to us.

“Hey babe, you look amazing.” KJ said and I smiled.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I said with a wink. He smirked and pulled me to him.

“How about we get you a drink?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yes please!” I said and he chuckled. The two of us walked over to the bar and got some drinks.

The night ws going amazingly and everyone was having a great time. Us girls were dancing while the boy were catching up with each other. I walked to the bar to get another drink when someone I wasn’t super familiar with came up next to me.

“Hey Y/N.” He said and I gave him that smile you give someone that you don’t remember.

“Hey, um…” I said trying to think of his name.

“Steve, I’m one of the writers.” He said and I acted like I knew him.

“Right! Sorry, I must have already had one too many drinks.” I said with a laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, how are you?” He asked as the bartender made my drink.

“Good, glad to finally have a nice long break. How about you?” I asked with a smile.

“Good, also glad to have a break.” He smiled back.

“So what’s with that guy over there?” He asked and pointed to a random guy. I turned to look at who he was talking about.

“I don’t know, but there are a few people here I don’t know.” I said turning back to him. I grabbed my drink and took a sip.

“So do you guys get the same break as us or do you guy have a shorter break?” I asked and took another sip.

“We get a few weeks off, gotta get those episodes written.” He said with a smile.

“Haha, true.” I said. The two of us talked for a little while longer and I felt myself start to feel weird. I put my glass down on the bar and grabbed my head.

“Whoa, you okay?” He asked grabbing me.

“Uh, yeah. I think the drinks are just hitting me now.” I said.

“Maybe you should get some air.” He said and I nodded. I went to go walk but it was hard.

“Here, let me help you.” He said and I gave him a small smile.

“Thanks.” I said and we walked outside. The night air hit me and it felt nice. However, before I knew it my legs collapsed from under me. Steve caught me and I felt like I couldn’t move.

“Finally, I thought we’d be here all night.” Some guy said and I saw two guy walk out from the club.

“The damn drug takes fucking twentyish minutes to work.” Steve said lifting me up.

“Damn she looks so scared.” One of the two guys said with a smirk.

“Come on, let’s get her in the van before someone notices.” The other guy said. They took me into a truck and I felt us drive off.

“Don’t worry hun, you’ll be well taken care of.” Steve smirked. I’m pretty sure he gave me a fake name. I shouldn’t have trusted him… but he was so kind…

A day later

I woke up naked and sore, what the hell happened last night? I must have drank too much, KJ and I must have had some fun. I tried to roll over so I could wake him up, but when I tried I couldn’t move. I looked up at my arms and saw I was cuffed to the bed.

“What the hell?” I said out loud.

“Look who’s finally awake.” I heard a familiar voice.I look at the door and saw the guy I was talking to last night.

“Steve?” I asked confused.

“You really think I would give you my real name? You dumb bitch.” He said and I was even more confused.

“What? What the hell happened and why the fuck am I cuffed to the bed?” I asked annoyed.

“Shut the fuck up, God all you actresses think you’re so much better than everyone else.” He said taking off his shirt.

“Good thing your family won’t give a shit where you are, not that it would matter. They wouldn’t find you anyway.” He said taking his belt off. My eyes widen.

“This is your life now. You’re nothing but a stupid slut for men to play with.” He said and finished getting undressed. He climbed on top of me and used me as he wanted.

KJ’s POV

I walked over to the girls that Y/N was hanging with and saw she wasn’t there. I looked around the club confuses.  I didn’t see her anywhere. Where could she possibly be?

“Hey, where’s Y/N, ay?” I asked the girls.

“I don’t know, she went to get a drink and never came back.” Lili said with a shrug.

“We thought you two ran off somewhere.” Ashleigh said with a wink.

“I haven’t seen her since you guys took her to dance.” I said and their faces fell.

“What? It’s been like three hours.” Vanessa said.

“I’ll call her.” Madelaine said pulling out her phone.

“It’s too loud in here, let’s go outside.Cammie said. They all got up and I followed them outside. She called my girlfriend and we heard her phone go off in the alley next to us. I walked over and saw her bag on the ground. I picked it up and saw her phone was in there along with the rest of her stuff, minus her money.

“Something’s wrong!” I said rushing back to everyone in a panic.

“Her money’s gone, but the rest of her stuff is in here.” I said and everyone looked at me worried.

“Someone must have taken her.” I said freaking out.

“Okay, let’s call the police.” Tiera said called the cops. They were here within twenty minutes and we told them the situation. They checked the camera and saw she was talking to someone, we saw that he put something in her drink. He made sure not to show his face to the cameras and he took her outside. He took her down the alley I found her stuff and that was the last we saw of them…

“Well he definitely took her.” One cop said walking up to us. The party was over and we were all freaking out.

“That was fucking obvious!” I shouted and Cole put his hand on my shoulder.

“They’re here to help dude.” He said.

“Whoever this guy is, this isn’t his first time doing this.” Another cop said.

“So what do we do?” Mark asked for me.

“Wait and see if there’s a ransom. She’s an actress you said? They’ll likely want money.” He said. I sighed and grabbed my head.

“I shouldn’t have let her out of my sight.” I said with a sigh.

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.” Luke said.

Y/N’s POV/ A month later

I’ve lost track of time. I wasn’t allowed to leave this room alone. I was almost constantly locked to the bed, in whatever position the three monsters wanted me in. They didn’t use protection so I was worried that I was already pregnant. They just barely fed me, and just gave me enough water to stay alive. I was in hell. I kept praying someone would find me and save me. It never happened… It would always wake up tied to the bed and wait for however many times they wanted to use me today. Please KJ, I need you more than ever right now…

KJ’s POV

It’s been a fucking month and I’ve only gotten pictures of her naked and tied to a fucking bed! That asshole was raping my girl and there was nothing I could do about it! The cops were working as hard as they can to find her. I was a fucking wreck without her. We had to put off filming Riverdale until she was found, none of us could work knowing she was being tortured by some shitty person. Charles and Cole had been staying with me for the past few days, everyone was kind of taking turns to keep an eye on me. I was a depressed mess without her, she was my world. She was in hell and I could do nothing but sit here and wait for something we could use to find her… Cole walked in with the mail and I noticed the familiar envelope that has become a routine at this point.

“Another envelope?” I asked with a sigh.

“Yeah…” He said and sat next to me. He handed it to me and I opened it to see another picture of her naked, this time she wasn’t on a bed. She was outside a house in the middle of nowhere… I shot off the couch.

“Where are you going?” Cole asked shocked.

“I know where she is.” I said and ran out to my truck. Cole and Charles followed me outside. I go in my truck and went to leave, but they stopped me.

“KJ, wait. We should bring it to the cops.” Charles said.

“You two can, I’m going to get my girl.” I said.

“Then we’re coming with you. I’ll call them on the way.” Cole said and they got in. I drove off and as promised he called the cops telling them where we were going. We obviously got there before them and I pounded on the door.

“KJ, hey what’s up mate?” Zach, a guy that use to be my best friend said like nothing’s happened. He tried to ruin my life when I started dating an actress, that he asked out but she turned him down and asked me out. I  asked him if he was cool with it and he said he was, turns out he wasn’t and tried everything to fuck with me. This was all before I met Y/N, before I even moved to America.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growled at him and he just smirked.

“I live here as you know, what are you doing here?” He asked crossing his arms.

“Give me my girlfriend back!” I shouted at him and he looked at me confused.

“You have a girlfriend?” He asked like he didn’t know. I pulled out the picture I got today and he raised his eyebrow.

“Why are you showing me your porn?” He asked and I glared at him.

“That’s my fucking girlfriend and this is your house. Where the fuck is she?” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“I don’t have her.” He said and I shoved him aside. I stormed into his house and Cole and Charles followed me.

“KJ, we should wait for the cops!” Cole said.

“Y/N!” I called out to her.

“I told you she’s not here!” Zach shouted and tried to get us out of his house.

“Y/N! Where are you baby?” I called out.

“KJ!” I heard a muffled scream and rushed towards it. I busted open a door and saw a guy on top of her naked and smacking her in the face.

“You stupid bitch!” He growled at her.

“Get the fuck off her!” I shouted and slammed the guy on the ground. I punched him repeatedly and Y/N was crying.

“KJ stop!” Charles said and pulled me off him. I got him off me and ran up to Y/N. I unlocked the cuffs holding her and pulled her to me. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her. She grabbed my shirt and cried into my chest.

“Shhh, it’s okay babe. You’re safe.” I whispered kissing her head. We heard the cops outside and I held her closer. The cops stormed in and grabbed the three guys that were in the house.

“Sir, we need to take her to the hospital.” One of the cops said to me.

“I’m not leaving her.” I said and picked her up.

“KJ, let them take her. We’ll be right behind them.” Cole said and I sighed.

“It’s okay..” Y/N said looking up at me. I sighed and nodded. They took her and we followed them. Charles and Cole called everyone and told them she was found and safe. They all came to the hospital and we waited till we could see her.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” A doctor said walking to the room.

“Is she okay?” I asked walking up to her.

“She’ll be okay. She wasn’t fed like a normal person, and she’s dehydrated. She’ll be okay though.” She answered and everyone sighed in relief.

“Can I see her?” I asked and she nodded.

“Room 203.” She said and I nodded.

“You guys mind if I see her alone first, ay?” I asked everyone.

“Go see her. I’m sure she wants to see you more than us.” Casey said with a smile.

“Thanks guys.” I said and walked to her room. I walked in and saw her laying on the small hospital bed with a small smile.

“Hey…” I said sitting next to her.

“Hey.” She said and her smile grew.

“How can you be smiling right now?” I asked her.

“Because, you saved me.” She said and grabbed my hand.

“This should have never happened.” I said with a sigh.

“KJ, I’m alive and with you again. That’s all I care about right now. I thought I was gonna die in that hell, but you saved me.” She said.

“I love you and, fuck, without you it was hell, I hated that I couldn’t do anything to find you…” I said and tears fell down my face.

“I love you too KJ.” She said and pulled me in for a kiss. I put all the love I could into it and she did the same. We pulled apart and I rested my forehead on hers.

“I’m never letting you out of my sighed again…” I whispered to her.

“And I’m not talking to random guys that act like they work for Riverdale again.” She said joking.

“You’re the only person I know that could joke after what you went through.” I said with a small smile.

“What can I say, I’m a tough girl.” She said and I nodded.

“I know, but you went through something traumatic…” I said and she sighed.

“I know… I’m just trying to push it out of my mind. I just want an okay day, or an okay couple of hours.” She said and I nodded again.

“Whatever you want babe.” I said and kissed her again.