#the final agents of shield tag game

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 14: Uniform - Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You worked for SHIELD and had a huge crush on Natasha, so what do you do when she corners you one day, begging for your help as her zipper is broken and she's struggling to remove her uniform.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, anxious!reader, mutual pining, kissing, flirting, fingering, oral

A.N: Sorry this is a day late!

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“I need your help”, came the sultry feminine voice from your bedroom door, completely snapping you out of the fantasy world you were currently daydreaming about from the book in your hand.

You knew who was there before turning in her direction in shock and surprise. “Help? Me? You need me?” your cheeks warmed at your noticeable stutter with questioning as you looked at the beautiful red-haired woman standing at your door. Natasha Romanoff was smirking at you with her hand on her hip and wearing the tight-fitting black widow suit, recently returning from a mission. She looked dangerous and deadly, but from what you could see, none of her weapons were attached to her anymore, even though she was a weapon. 

Natasha tilted her head to the side, her eyes flicking across the room, taking in every detail of your bedroom, and you wished you had cleaned up before she arrived. Standing nervously from your bed, your book is thrown onto the bedside drawer without marking the page with the urgency to give the woman your attention.

She doesn’t say anything; she just continues to look at you with her piercing eyes before nodding her head in the opposite direction, a sign that she wants you to follow her down the hall. You were a SHIELD agent and are currently staying at the Avengers headquarters as you continue to train for missions. You’d made some good friends here and enjoyed finally being able to use your skills for something that mattered.

This was all until you realised that the Avengers themselves actually lived there, not just the agents. You assumed they had their own homes for privacy, but this was not the case, so day after day, you had to see people like Natasha who could casually walk into your bedroom. Your crush on the Avengers was rampant, having admired her since before even joining the institute. Who wouldn’t find her attractive? She was among the most fierce and beautiful women you’d ever seen.

Natasa, ever the spy, was well aware of the effect she had on others and, most of the time, enjoyed shooting down anyone who attempted to flirt with her, walking away without a glance back at them. But not you. Never you. It is evident to everyone who worked at the  Avengers headquarters that you had a deep-seated crush on Natasha, from the fleeting glances out of the corner of your eyes or how you would stammer and stutter over your words when she was close by. You were fascinated with her, but rather than being a strong, independent woman, you resorted to being a nervous wreck, hardly even looking her in the eye because you were so anxious to talk to the beautiful woman.

This only became a fun game for Natasha, who found your crush incredibly endearing, cute even and found any excuse possible to try to talk to you, even adding your name to missions so that she knew you were close by. The more time she spent with you, the more she developed her crush; she was just better at hiding it. It was a fun little game at your expense, and today, Natasha was hoping it would be the end to it all, bored with the teasing.

Natasha walked confidently down the hall, through a set of double doors and into the Avengers section of the building. You nearly tripped over your feet, trying to look around at the area you’d not been to before she halted in front of a door, entered a key code and walked in. The weapons and expensive dress decorating the indicted where she’d taken you. You paused on the threshold to her bedroom, unsure if she meant for you to follow her in here, but she urgently waved you further so she could close the door.

Hiding your trembling fingers behind your back, you turned towards Natasha, your eyes wandering above her head as you couldn’t stomach looking into her beautiful face. “So, um, what do you need help with, Miss Romanoff?”

Natasha tried not to grin at the formal way you addressed her. “It’s pretty embarrassing, actually”, she began, her posture changing completely as her shoulders hunched slightly inwards whilst curling some of her red hair behind her ears to appear as if she was embarrassed. “My zip snapped during the mission, and now, I can’t remove my uniform, and the material has been specially made, so I can’t just cut it off”.

Your mouth suddenly filled with saliva as you automatically glanced at where her zipper stopped, just above her cleavage. Once you realised you were staring, you quickly looked back down to the ground, finding the carpet incredibly interesting all of a sudden.

“Why are you asking me for help and not the seamstress?” you asked when you finally found the courage to find your voice.

“The seamstress doesn’t work on Saturdays, and you’re one of the only people I trust here, so I need to hold the two pieces of material together at the top, and you somehow shimmy the zip down”.

There was only white noise blasting through your head at her request, and without giving yourself time to overthink, you closed the distance between each other. The tips of your shoes brushed against hers as you lifted your fingers to grab the zip buckle. Natasha could see the tremor in your fingertips as she grabbed the two sections of material and tried to squeeze them together.

It was difficult at first to grab the metal, especially as your hands began to sweat, but ever so slowly, the zip descended lower, inch by inch. More of her skin began to be revealed. Her cleavage, her sternum, then lower over her navel until the very edge of her public area, which, to your amazement, was neatly trimmer and a brunette shade.

As you comprehended what you were actually looking at, you stepped away, hands rubbing at your sides like you’d made the gravest mistake possible, scared that Natasha would be upset for revealing so much of her body. However, the assassin was unphased and began to pull her arms from her uniform, pushing the black material off her shoulders, down her waist and hips and then kicking off her shoes and attire, leaving it in a pile on the floor.

“You… You don’t wear any underwear beneath your uniform”, you whispered beneath your breath in awe before quickly looking at that entertaining patch of carpet on the floor, realising you’d been staring at her naked body. Your entire body heated with embarrassment and arousal as you crossed one leg over the other to try and squeeze your thighs together to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling. 

Natasha shrugged at your observation, “I find that the uniform is so tight that I can’t wear any underwear without the seams being seen, so it’s easier to go without”. Nodding your head at her explanation, you continued looking anywhere but at her. Natasha took a dainty step towards you, her smile growing more prominent, “Are you afraid of nakedness?”

You make a point of forcing yourself to look at her whilst folding your arms over your chest. “No, of course not. I just thought it would be polite to give you some privacy”.

Natasha bites the inside of her lips to stop from just outright grinning and laughing in your face. “I don’t mind. You can look”, she quips whilst raising one of her eyebrows suggestively.

You weren’t sure if this was a test, but as your eyes lowered, you thanked whatever gods were listening to this one moment that you would remember for the rest of your life. She was well toned, given her lifestyle and training methods, and scars littered over her body, which was evidence of her work as stabbings or gunshots clearly created them. You were mesmerised by her beauty, from her perfectly trimmed mound, her toned abs, and up to her round, full breasts.

Until that is, something piqued your interest, “Do you have your nipples pierced?”

Natasha tipped her head back and laughed, looking down at her perked nipples with a shrug of her shoulders, making them jiggle with the movement. “Yeah, they’ve made me quite sensitive, but I thought it would be fun. Plus, they’re super cute”.

“You are”, you say, admiring her breasts, but then your eyes go wide in shock, realising what you’d just said and the soft tone you’d said it in. “I mean, they are- the piercings are -I didn’t mean to sound inappropriate, sorry. I didn’t mean- I just- I wasn't, um-”

Natasha took a step forward, closing the gap entirely so that you could now feel the warmth of her skin; she was that close. Her beautiful, naked body within your bubble, you never wanted it to leave.

“It’s ok, I know what you meant. You’re cute when you’re all embarrassed”.

“I…I am?” you say, looking at her like she had grown another head because there was no way Natasha Romanoff just called you cute in any sense of the word, especially when you’re whining away anxiously.

“You are. Might be why I asked you to come and help me rather than the others. Nothing like a cute girl helping to undress me”. You flush at the obvious flirtatious advances, trying your hardest to continue looking into her forest-green eyes that seem to delve deep into your soul. “You’re even more cuter when you’re like this. Reacting more to my words than my naked body. God, I could just eat you right up.” Natasha lifts her slender fingers and runs the back of them over your eyes and around your ear. “I’ve been watching you, y’know?. It's so hard to talk to a cute girl like you when you’re running away from me every time I enter the room”.

“I’m just nervous”, you say and instantly chastise yourself for stating the obvious.

It doesn’t, phas Natasha thought as her other hand gently grasped yours, interlocking your fingers as she stated, “I know. You don’t have to be nervous, Sugar. I only want good things, I promise”.

She lifts the hand that is holding hers, kissing the palm ever so softly and then moves it so you’re holding her face. “You don’t have to be nervous to do anything with me”, Natasha continues, “I want you to feel safe with me. I want to get to know you on a personal and physical way, if you understand what I’m alluding to”.

Your mouth didn’t want to work, with the worry of just blurting out that you were in love with her, so you nodded your head to show your understanding. Being brave, you allowed your fingers to explore her sharp cheekbones, admiring the delicateness of her skin and shocked when she even began to nuzzle into your palm.

“Can I touch you?” she asks sincerely, her eyes wide with hope and yet restrained, not wanting to frighten you off. As your fingers brush through her silky hair, you nod your head, wanting her very much to touch you in any way possible.

Natasha lifts both hands to press against your hairline, exploring your face like she was trying to map every inch of you. Lower she descended, over your cheeks, your nose and finally your lips, pulling on the bottom one with her thumb, which had your eyes automatically dropping to look at hers.

You want to kiss so severely that it almost makes you ache and beg. It seemed Natasha also knew this and had another idea in mind as she implored in the most innocent voice, “Touch me lower”.

You do as instructed, over her jaw and down her long neck, then press her collarbones again, wondering if this is the area where you should stop. However, Natasha raises her eyebrow again in question, so you take that as your queue to explore lower. Your eyes never leave hers as your fingers run down the centre of her sternum, directly between her breasts, until they stop at the base of her sternum.

Deciding to be brave for once in your life, your fingers skimmed the underside of her heavy breasts, and you watched in delight as her breath hitched, chest leaning into the touch. You take this as a good sign and reach for her hard nipples that have a simple metal bar through the centre.

Natasha groans, even though all you’ve done is graze over the bundle of nerves. “So sensitive”, she explains and reminds you of her predicament.

Pulling your hand away, thinking you’d done something she didn’t want, you apologise quickly, “Sorry!”

However, with her lightning-fast reaction, Natashas quickly grabs your retreating hands and pulls them back to cup her again. “I like it. I like everything you do to me and want to do”.

Before you can overthink anymore, Natasha is pressing her face towards yours, eyes closing and lips connecting with yours. Your whole body reacts instantly, leaning closer and mewling into her mouth, pushing harder. Her lips were so plump they felt like soft, warm clouds against your face, and you’re obsessed, crazy for more, never wanting this moment to stop.

But of course, it does as Nat pulls back for a second, and you’re trying to chase after her with your lips, which causes the woman to giggle. “Can I take this off?” she asks, pulling on the bottom of your shirt. You nod, heart beating so hard on your chest you were sure she would be able to hear. Lifting your arms above your head, Natasha removes the article of clothing and begins to admire your black bra. “I love this”. She eyes it for a second before realising that it unclasps from the front. Natasha internally praised you for being so beautiful as she reached to undo the clasp, exposing your breasts to her.

She moans in wonderment at your beauty, cursing herself for waiting this long before making a move. Natasha couldn’t wait any long as her head dipped to lick across your nipple, causing your back to arch to press her face closer, and your fingers gripped into her hair to hold her there.

Something seemed to snap in you, whether the confidence blooming in your core or the anxiety melting away. Either way, you were in this situation, and there was no way you were letting it go to waste. As the red-haired woman sealed her lips around your other nipple, licking and sucking the bud into her mouth, you swiftly pulled her off by your hands behind in her hair, but only to kiss her deeply and passionately.

Whether it was your enthusiasm to kiss her or Natasha’s excitement that you were beginning to feel more confident, something knocked the two of you back so that you were now led on her perfectly made bed. Natasha doesn’t waste a second and is climbing on top of you, straddling your waste with her naked body now hovering over yours. You touch her everywhere now, her thighs, over her arse to pull her hips closer, up her back to then cup her head.

It was everything you wanted and more; couldn’t get enough of her taste, smell, and warmth. Everything about her, you wanted it every day, all the time. She was sweet and delicate with you, but eventually, Natasha too was becoming fevering with her touches and needing more of you.

“I wanna taste you”, she admits against your lips, just as her tongue dares to peek before yours.

“Are you sure?” you asked uncertainly.

Natasha laughed against your mouth, moving to kiss down your throat over the areas that had your toes curling as she confirmed, “Yes, I’m sure I want to eat you out.”

Your only answer was a grin that caused your cheeks to ache with how giddy you felt. Natasha kissed your lips once more before shuffling down your body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, tasting every area of your skin she could reach, and spending special particular attention on your breasts. Teasing and sucking on them until you begged her to move lower with how intense your arousal was becoming. 

Natasha noted this, deciding that the next time the two of you were intimate, she wanted to see if she could make you cum just by nipple stimulation. Lower she moved, every touch was gentle and calm, even as she unbuttoned your jeans and began to lower them as well as your underwear down your legs, with the help of you lifting your hips, her fingers still were careful about where she touched.

She then began her journey up, kissing and licking all the places that were most sensitive, like your inner knee and thighs, until she was face to face with the area causing you the most ache.

Her eyes met yours, and a devilish smirk on her lips made you wonder what you had gotten yourself in for as her mouth met your more intimate areas. You broke eye contact first, but only because your body jolted, and you had to force your back to arch, spreading your legs further on the bed as your head tipped back.

Natasha's lips were just as plump and soft against your pussy as they were against your mouth. She kissed you there first, savouring the warmth and liquid that had already leaked from your cunt. The noises you were already whimpering were like music to her ears, so desperate and needy.

Carefully, her tongue licked long strips up your folds before adding pressure and parting them, moving deeper until she was poking at your hole that was already contracting with your arousal around nothing. She contemplated for a moment letting her tongue fuck you, but instead, she paid particular attention to your throbbing clit. Tentative, agonisingly slow circles did the tip of her tongue move around the bud before she pressed the flat front of her tongue and gave it a long lick.

“Natasha!” you cried out, hand moving to grip her hair to hold her there. Nat thought it was adorable seeing you falling apart like this so quickly. She hummed against your pussy which caused vibrations to purr into the nerves, which caused your thighs to tremble and clench with the stimulation.

Nat tickled the backs of your thighs to get them to relax again before travelling the length of the limb until the area where your tongue was still pleasuring. Her middle finger circled your eagerly awaiting hole, and as she sucked on the bundle of nerves, she inserted the finger carefully. In and out and moved before adding a second finger, beginning to stretch your cunt. Your hips began rolling of their own accord, desperate to match the pace of Natasha’s tongue and fingers, which had just started to curl to press against the sensitive spot inside you.

“That feels so good, right there!” Natasha didn’t plan on stopping making you feel this good, but she did contemplate just how pretty you’d look after being edged a few times. She just added that to the lengthening list of things she wanted to try with you in the future.

You had to bite your lower lip as your cries of joy were beginning to echo around the bedroom, still holding onto the red hair and essentially fucking yourself on her fingers and tongue. Opening your eyes, you looked down at the green eyes that were watching your every move.

“Please kiss me”, you asked desperately with a slight quiver in your voice as you were getting closer to orgasming.

Natasha grins, licking her lips and crawling back up your body whilst still curling her fingers, her thumb pressing and rolling your clit instead of her tongue. Her mouth was hungry against yours, forcing your lips wider so she could stroke your mouth's crevices, making sure you could taste yourself from her.

You reach out for her, wanting to feel her body just as badly as she wants to hear you cum, but she has other ideas. The hand you reached for her with was held firmly against the bed as Natasha shook her head. “This is just about you today; there will be so much more time for me in the future. Just enjoy this, Sugar”.

You could have melted at the pet name she’d picked and rushed forward to kiss her feverishly one more, hips rolling and working in time with the curl of her fingers and thumb. She was making you feel so good, expertly touching your body, gripping the back of your head to hold your close.

Resting her temple on yours, she looked at you with glazed eyes and demanded, “Cum for me; I want to see you cum on my fingers, pretty girl”. Her words had your core tightening in arousal, your mouth gaping open to gasp and share the same air as her she was that close to you. “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me. I know you’re close. I can feel it on my fingers; you’re so wet for me, so tight, Sugar. Cum for me”.

Your body convulsed as your orgasm rocketed through your very centre, thighs trembling, arms struggling to hold you up as your pussy squeezed in flutters around her fingers. She didn’t stop her rocking motion; those sweet curls of her two fingers, not under you, had sagged back onto the bed to catch your breath.

Carefully, she eased her fingers out of you, putting on a broad display of her licking your fingers and dramatically moaning at the taste before lying down next to you, resting her head on her elbow.

“Do you wanna go and get some food?  There’s a cute Italian place about half an hour from here”, Natasha asks casually whilst stroking your cheek with the hand that had just been between your legs.

“What? Like a date?” you asked with the tremor returning to your voice as you stared at her with widening eyes.

Natasha takes one look at you and laughs, tipping her head back with how funny she found it. “I’ve just licked you out and had you cumming on my fingers, and you’re getting nervous about a date? You’re too fucking cute, Sugar. Yes, it’s a date. What do you say?”

Your cheeks heat at her amusement, but you’re soon joining her with smiling, nodding your head and saying, “Yes, I’d love to go on this date with you”.

[irelandking]

steve rogers fic recs

steve rogers x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

modern cap steve x regular reader

series:

mr. steve - @pies-writes-and-more

part 2 Soulmate AU In a universe where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist after you meet them, receiving a wedding invitation from her friend is just another reminder that (Y/N) has yet to find her soulmate. But maybe this wedding will be a little bit more exciting, with the help of a tiny child without a filter. ❤️

one shots:

the waitress - @pies-writes-and-more

 Done for a writing challenge // song prompt: “If things get worse, will you still be here?” 405 by This Wild Life. Steve Rogers has finally worked up the guts to ask out the super cute waitress at the diner he frequents… except it’s hard to ask out of a girl when you’re a) already super nervous, b) unsure if it’s rude to ask her out, and c) when you have Dumb and Dumber insisting they tag along. ❤️

vigilante - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Steve reacts to his girlfriend getting violently mugged. ❤️😔

under pressure - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Steve still doesn’t know how to talk to women…let alone how to get a first date with one ❤️

boardroom fantasies - @pies-writes-and-more

prompt: “You wanna have sex….here? Now?” Steve can’t help how tight his pants get when (Y/N) is working nearby. While everyone else goes out for drinks, he pulls her aside to show her that the Accounting Guy who keeps asking her out isn’t who she should be with. 🔥

morning wood - @angrythingstarlight

Your new neighbor Steve gives you more than one surprise in the morning. 🔥

perfect - @tempestuous-lush

reader breaks up with steve over insecurities regarding lack of experience. he insists she is perfect, and proves to her just how perfect she is. 🔥

blind date - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

It had to be fate when Steve runs into his work crush on a stroll through his old stomping grounds.  ❤️

guard dog - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Sometimes Steve has to protect his girl from the least expected attacks. ❤️

agent/avenger reader

series:

start again - @wkemeup

part 2 A chemical spill, uncontrollable desires rushed to the surface, an unbridled need, and the consequences in the aftermath ❤️😔🔥

embarrassment - @a-confused-turtle

part 2 and part 3 A drunken game of truth or dare reveals what Y/N didn’t want anyone to know. She’d been perfectly and contentedly miserable before her slip up, but the confrontation over her little secret, which she avoids at all costs, quickly catches up ❤️

one shots:

blue - @pies-writes-and-more

Steve in blue is too much to handle whilst sober, (Y/N) decides. So while attending Tony Stark’s birthday party, (Y/N) doesn’t stop to drink her anxiety away making for entertaining company for Steve ❤️

hickeys - @a-confused-turtle

 Y/N wakes up in her boyfriend’s arms and the day begins as it always does, sneaking out of his room, until Tony notices lovebites on shy, quiet Y/N’s neck. ❤️

wallets, keys and bobby-pins - @marvelouscaptainrogers

 Soulmate AU where anything you lose suddenly appears in your soulmates possession, and anything they lose will appear in yours. It usually works swimmingly for everyone else, but what happens when your soulmate is technically around 75 years older than you? ❤️

insubordination - @marvelouscaptainrogers

Y/N likes to be a little asshole and not follow orders, and Steve decides she needs to learn her lesson 🔥

jealous (strong) steve - @pies-writes-and-more

Steve Rogers, the man behind the shield, knows that his strength only came from an injection. He isn’t a Norse god, how could he compete against Thor who seems to have all of (Y/N)’s affections? Steve Rogers is a jealous man. A strong jealous man who just keeps breaking things.❤️

whisper - @redgillan

Natasha and Sam have a plan to make Steve confess his feelings. ❤️

major crush - @redgillan

 Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it. 🔥

it's your captain's birthday - @witchywithwhiskey

you're avoiding steve rogers' birthday beach party by relaxing in the ocean, but when he finds you alone in the waves, your captain is sure to let you know how much he appreciates that you wore a bikini in his colors to his party—and things escalate from there. 🔥

the best birthday gift - @witchywithwhiskey

you attend a party at avengers tower celebrating the fourth of july and steve rogers' birthday and make a fool of yourself when introduced to captain america, the man you've crushed on for most of your life. but when you run into him while avoiding the fireworks show, he's more than happy to spend his birthday distracting you from the party.🔥

steve - @assembletheimagines

Steve’s never had a blowjob and could you really consider yourself a friend if you didn’t suck his dick? 🔥

you'll always be the sexiest man alive to me, captain - @witchywithwhiskey

steve rogers is named people's sexiest man alive and his fellow avengers—along with their SHIELD support team—won't let him live it down, but when you make a smartass joke in front of your new colleagues, you catch the eye of captain america himself. turns out he *really* likes it when you call him captain. 🔥

college!steve

one shots:

kissing booth - @viollettes

After Nat volunteers your services at the kissing booth, you find yourself sitting across from you is none other than your best friend. ❤️

the end of the war - @redgillan

Everyone knows you and Steve can’t stand each other, but after he runs into you after one of his fights, he starts to see you in a different light.❤️😔

she calls me daddy - @hertzwritings

Frat-Boy!Steve Rogers x female reader 🔥

oopsy daisy - @whateveriwant

 In order to keep the animal shelter from closing, your sorority holds a car wash as a fundraiser. Besides cleaning cars all day, you have another goal in mind involving a certain football-playing frat member. 🔥

modern au

series:

slow like honey - @heli0s-writes

The gossip that buzzes around in the teacher’s lounge is that sweet, sensitive, divorcé Steve Rogers is hot-for-teacher. His daughter’s first-grade teacher, to be exact. ❤️😔🔥

at your service - @writing-for-marvel

part 2 As your bodyguard it’s Steve’s job to look out for you, when you find him in a compromising position, it becomes your turn to look after him. 🔥

one shots:

a french kiss - @pies-writes-and-more

Y/N came to Paris with a plan: take a photo with a cute man next to the Eiffel Tower, just like how her and cheating ex-boyfriend had always planned on doing, and make that son of a bitch jealous. Thankfully, there’s a super cute blond guy who just so happens to be nearby. ❤️

take a hint - @pies-writes-and-more

(Y/N) literally just wants to go out and have a good time with her girls. So why do guys seem to never take ‘no’ for an answer? To try to prevent more annoying encounters with men who can’t take a hint, (Y/N) slips on two rings onto her left hand and assumes the married life. It’s all well and good… until someone sees the rings as a challenge. Enter from stage right, our hero. ❤️

ask - @angelkurenai

Imagine Steve wanting to introduce you, his fiance, to his friends for a long time  but hesitating because he hasn’t told them something about your past and how you met. You were once his student. ❤️

nature's beauty - @biteofcherry

Your teasing comment about staying home barefoot and pregnant makes something in Steve snap. He’s now eager to turn it into reality. 🔥

lilacs & ink - @witchywithwhiskey

you go in to get your first tattoo and the very attractive tattoo artist steve rogers takes good care of you.❤️

mob!steve

series:

ask - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

part 2 two prompts combined ❤️ 1.  here’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close 37. We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster

biker!steve

one shots:

where he belongs/don't f*ck with the queen - @angrythingstarlight

It’s not often someone challenges your place as Steve’s queen but they only make that mistake once. And Steve knows better than to let anyone think they can take your place. 🔥

[drabblesandimagines]

Re WIP tag game. I'm sorry, what? You have two Leon WIP fics and you're saying I have to choose one to ask about? This is too hard! 😩 A'ight..."Your Phone Buzzes Violently" sounds like an interesting intro. So let's go with that!

Oh, I have, like, five WIPs for him? Sorta ridiculous. (and Dove...!) Here's a snippet! x --

Your phone buzzes almost violently on the bedside table, startling you awake. The headache you had before you’d laid down for what might turn out to be an ill-advised nap doesn’t seem to have shifted, even with the painkillers you’d taken. In fact, it feels worse than it did, now developed into a horrible, constant throb, needling at your temples.

You weakly kick the duvet off of you, feeling flush – should have got changed into your pjyamas rather than getting in bed fully dressed - and reach out blindly for your phone, holding it above your face to squint at the screen to decipher what it was so determined to tell you.

Two new messages from Leon.

You'll forgive it.

"Finally on my way home, sweetheart. Wrapped up yesterday but wouldn't do the debrief till this morning. ETA - 235 minutes."

You would’ve rolled your eyes at the acronym if it wasn’t already hard enough to focus.

And, before you ask, bit bruised. Don’t recommend a prison tour…! All good otherwise x

Leon had set out on an assignment the previous weekend and you hadn’t heard much from him besides one text message a day, a sentence of more than three words if you were particularly lucky, often sweet words... "All good." "Miss you, sweetheart." "I love you." "Recycling tomorrow." ..or reminders about something you'd forget to do completely if he wasn't around. In fact, that’s the way it had always been if he was on what you’d call 'active duty', not just him in a stuffy suit up DC way, trailing behind the President. It's not like you’d got used to not hearing much from him, just that it was expected.

There was always that little lump in your throat when he was away, of course there was, that this would be the time you wouldn't hear from him at all and there'd just be a knock on the door, agents dressed in mourning suits. Besides, you’d rather his focus was on coming back to you in one piece than trying to compose an update whilst shielding from bullets or something horrifying.

-- Just a lil' taste! x

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[lady-of-imladris]

10 characters 10 fandoms 10 tags

Thank you so much for tagging me @sotwk @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @orehuna it has been MONTHS since I put this in my drafts, I am very sorry, I am a bad mutual 🙃😭 (and I am putting this in my queue so who knows when it's gonna finally come out lmao)

Spencer Hastings (Prettly Little Liars)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones)

Thranduil (The Hobbit)

Faramir (Lord of the Rings)

Lily Rhodes/Van der Woodsen/Bass/Humphrey (Gossip Girl)

Thomas Blanky (The Terror)

Cleon XVI (Foundation)

Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

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Mind games

Mind games

Title: Mind games.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Agent of HYDRA!Reader.

Word count: 1686 words.

Square: 1 “Mind games.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Brock is playing with you.

Major Tags: Mind games, pushing to the limits, implicit smut.

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The echo of your boots echoed through the cold, desolate corridors of the HYDRA base as you moved forward. You stopped in front of Brock's office door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

“Enter,” his voice echoed from inside, and you opened the door cautiously. Brock was sitting behind his desk, motioned for you to come closer, and you obeyed.

“Do you know why you're here? “he asked. You shook your head, keeping your gaze down, though you knew he didn't like that. He wanted to see your eyes, he wanted to see your reactions,” he ordered, and you looked up.

“No, I don't know,” you answered.

“I've noticed that lately, you've become... reserved,” he said, his tone suggestive. You don't talk as much as you used to, and that worries me. Is there something you want to tell me?

You shook again, swallowing hard. You knew that anything you said could be used against you. Brock wasn't stupid, and you knew that not trusting him could cost you dearly.

“I have nothing to say,” you muttered.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with your answer.

“Nothing? “he repeated, taking a step closer, so close to you that you could smell his cologne. Are you sure?

He lifted his hand, stroking one of your cheeks with a softness, it was unnerving, and you knew that was what he wanted. He was always looking for ways to unsettle you, to make you feel vulnerable.

“Yes, sure,” you replied, trying to sound firm.

He was silent, watching you for what seemed like hours, but was really only a few seconds. Then, suddenly, his hand moved away from your face, and his expression changed to one that was almost amused, as if he was enjoying a game in which only he knew the rules.

“Very well,” he finally said, returning to his desk. You're free to go. But remember, I'm always watching.

You left his office. But you knew this was just the beginning. Brock Rumlow wouldn't let you go so easily.

Every time you ran into Brock in the halls, he would look at you in a way that seemed like he could read your thoughts and you wondered if he did it with everyone or if it was just you.

One night, while you were in your room, exhausted after a long day, you received a message on your phone. It was from Brock.

*"Come to my office. Now. “* *

Your stomach churned as you read those words. You knew you couldn't refuse. Not to him. You got up, despite your body protesting from exhaustion, and made your way to his office.

When you arrived, the door was ajar, and you could see Brock standing by the window, looking out. You entered quietly, not knowing if he had noticed your presence yet, although he most likely had.

“Close the door,” he said without turning around.

You obeyed, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

“Come closer.

You knew that disobeying was not an option. You walked toward him, and when you were at his side, he finally turned to look at you.

“What are you afraid of? “he asked.

“I'm sorry? “you asked, puzzled.

“There's something you're afraid of, I can see it in your eyes. What is it?

You didn't know what to answer. The truth was that you were afraid of many things, but mostly of him and what he might do to you. But you couldn't tell him that.

“Nothing,” you lied, trying to sound calm.

“You're not good at lying,” he said, taking a step toward you, smiling. But don't worry, in time you'll learn “Before you could answer, he took your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes “ I've been watching you since you came here “ he confessed “ I'm going to find out everything about you “ he promised, his lips so close to yours you could hardly breathe “ And when I do, you'll be mine “ you tried to pull back, but he didn't let go “ You don't have to be afraid of me. You can leave.

You turned quickly, wanting to escape his presence, but just before you reached the door, his voice stopped you.

“Remember, I'm always watching you.

Weeks passed, and though you tried to stay away from Brock, he always found a way to appear in your path.

One night, you decided to take a break on the rooftop of the base. The fresh air and the view of the night sky helped you clear your mind, if only for a moment.

“Nice night, don't you think? “Brock's voice echoed behind you, and you turned to see him leaning on the railing.

“Can't you give me a break? “you asked.

“Why would you want a break from me? “he asked, his tone almost amused. I thought you enjoyed my company.

Was it all a game to him? Or was there something deeper behind that facade he always had?

“Not everyone enjoys being watched as if they were an experiment,” you replied, keeping your gaze fixed on him, trying not to be intimidated.

Brock approached, his steps slow, when he reached your side, he leaned in slightly, his lips close to your ear.

“You are not an experiment for me,” she whispered, her voice low and seductive. You are a challenge.

You flinched involuntarily, trying to pull away, but he wouldn't let you. His hand closed over your arm, holding you in place as he turned his head to look into your eyes.

“You don't need to fight this. You could make this all so much easier if you would just accept what is inevitable.

“What do you want from me, Brock? “You questioned.

“I want everything from you,” he confessed. I want your body, your soul. And I'm going to get it, one way or another.

“ I'm not like you, Brock.

“I know. But I can make you like me. I can mold you, do what I want with you.

“I'm not your project,” you said, your voice firmer than you expected. I'm not a toy for you to play with.

“That's what I like to see.

You pulled away from him, finally freeing yourself from his grip, and stepped back a few paces, seeking to put distance between the two of you.

“I'm not like you, and I never will be,” you said.

“I like that even more.

Without another word, you turned around and headed for the rooftop door, feeling his gaze glare on your back as you walked away.

The next few days Brock would show up in the most unexpected places.

One night, as you were getting ready for bed, your phone vibrated. You looked at the screen and, as you had feared, it was a message from Brock.

*I'll be waiting for you in the training room. Now. “*

You sighed, feeling the tension in your body. You knew you couldn't ignore it. With Brock, every little act of defiance had consequences, and you weren't ready to find out what they would be if you decided to disobey. So you quickly got dressed and headed for the training room.

When you arrived, the room was empty, except for Brock, who was standing in the center, arms crossed and a serious expression on his face. You closed the door behind you, and he wasted no time in speaking.

“I'm going to train you personally. You need to improve your skills, and I will make sure you do.

“Because you need to,” he answered without hesitation. And because I want you to be strong. Start with a warm-up,” he ordered. I want to see how fit you are.

After a few minutes, Brock approached you and handed you a pair of boxing gloves.

“Put these on,” he said and then put his on. Let's see how well you can defend yourself.

When you were both ready, Brock raised his fists and got into a fighting stance, his gaze fixed on yours.

“Attack,” he commanded, and though you hesitated for a second, you finally threw a punch at him. Brock dodged it easily, smiling slightly. Faster,” he said, egging you on. Don't make it so easy for me.

You attacked again, this time with more force, but he dodged again, this time countering with a punch that you barely blocked in time. Every blow you threw seemed futile as if he was toying with you, gauging your abilities while keeping you on the defensive.

“Don't hold back.

Brock was prepared. He blocked most of your attacks, dodging the ones he couldn't block, and when he saw an opening, he countered with a blow that knocked the wind out of you. You staggered back, trying to regain your balance, but he gave you no chance to rest.

“Again,” he said, without a trace of pity in his voice, ”Keep going.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Brock lowered his gloves and stepped back, stopping the session.

“That's enough for today. I thought you were going to make this harder for me.

You took off your gloves, your hands shaking from the effort, and forced yourself to stay calm. You didn't want him to see how exhausted you were, how hard it had been for you to stand up during that session.

“Why are you doing this, Brock? What's in it for you?

Brock moved closer to you, his face just inches from yours, and for a moment you thought he was going to do something unexpected, but instead, he simply leaned in close enough for you to hear his words.

“Things are going to get a lot more interesting,” he whispered, ”And believe me, you'll love it.

Finally, Brock took a step back and headed for the door, leaving you alone in the training room or so you thought, suddenly he came back and kissed you as he cornered you against the wall, it didn't matter anymore or how it would all end, they just let themselves go.

[inquisitornocturn]

◇─ 𝕴𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖆 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕹𝖎𝖍𝖎𝖑 ─◇

◇𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖀𝖓𝖚𝖒 - 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖘◇

⚜ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Inquisitor Lord Xavier Calcazar / oc!High Interrogator Volenta van Halvek von Valancius af Calixis / Interrogator Heinrix van Calox

⚜ 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: Overall story rating - E. Ritualistic cutting, fluff.

⚜ 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: "Volenta, you are one of Theodora's heirs." Was how Xavier informed you that your life is about to change. You, the High Interrogator of Ordo Hereticus, got suddenly told by your mentor and lover, that you might become a Rogue Trader. Life as an agent of the Golden Throne is already complicated as is, what's one more title to the list of duties. Except when you abruptly become the only remaining heir of the von Valancius dynasty, with Xavier's own Interrogator aboard your vessel, things begin to change in completely unexpected ways.

Stuck between duty to hide your real identity, between your growing feelings for Heinrix and your love for Xavier, what will happen when these secrets start surfacing? What will happen if you can't pretend anymore?

⚜ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 6,317 | on AO3

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: This is an OC story, but it's written in both second and third POV, depending on a character. Volenta herself is written in second simply because that's how game is represented and I wanted to keep that. This is going to be a longfic and I have quite a bit of it written out already, so I finally decided why not, I can post this, if not for anyone to read then to archive it for myself, just in case. I did tons of research for this fic so I hope if there's any loremasters on here they won't be too upset if I got a detail here and there wrong, I tried to get everything as factual to lore as possible (as is my habit). Tl;dr - it's a story I originally never intended to publish, but at this point I just don't see why I shouldn't. Thank you for reading (if you (plural) do).

Artwork I commissioned for Volenta can be found under oc:inquisitor Volenta tag

⚜ 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: [link]

The shuttle landed onto the capital world of Ma’Kao dynasty without issues, but your mentor, Inquisitor Lord Silas Ravonir, seems less than happy to attend the Magnae Accessio of the new Rogue Trader. When you dock at the elaborately luxurious port, Ravonir only checks if his equipment is in order, making sure that his power maul is at his belt, same as the Holy Codex of Imperium laws. He gives you a grim look, but you know better than to scramble like a novice acolyte, you know that your own uniform and equipment is in order. In return to his look you just give him a curt nod, which Ravonir returns with one of his own and then he leads the way out of the shuttle.

Walking into the daylight after the darkness of space and the travel vessel makes you squint, but only slightly. The mask and the hood you wear during your public appearances are suffice enough to shield you even from brightest lights if you don’t gaze into them directly.

The view that opens before you and Inquisitor Lord is a busy one. Even the port seems to be bustling with nobles in their best attires, soldiers and their perfectly polished weapons and guns, serfs and servitors effortlessly swimming among the small parties of guests. You notice that there are tables as well, decked out with snacks and drinks.

“Oh, this is going to be one of these.” Ravonir murmurs to your ears only, but you see his shoulders straighten and a smile begin to tug at the corners of his lips. Despite being representative of Ordo Hereticus today, he’s a man who, you learned soon enough after coming to his retinue, does not abstain from indulging in pleasures life can grant men in positions of power like his.

“Appears so.” You respond calmly, your eyes moving back to the sea of faces and augmetics. Despite knowing better, this time you can’t help yourself as you scan your surroundings, noting best retreat routes, best defense spots, best guests to use as live shields if needed. You don’t allow anything to slip past your keen gaze even if there’s seemingly countless things to notice and memorize.

Suddenly you feel a palm on your pauldron and turn your head to look at Ravonir. He’s smiling this time and man’s blue eyes look friendly at your masked face. He’s seen you in this skull mask, adorned with purity seals and several technical enhancements, enough times to probably think of it as just your ‘other’ face.

“Relax Volenta, if one thing Ma’Kao dynasty knows how to do – it’s to follow Sun Lee’s legacy in security. Or rather self-preservation. Whichever it is – I doubt that we have to be much on guard for next two days.” The weight of his hand on your shoulder, burdened by the power armor he’s wearing, makes you strain to keep yourself perfectly straight, but you nod.

“I’m still surprised you agreed to stay whole two days, Silas.” At that Inquisitor Lord removes his hand and out of habit pats the Codex at his belt.

“We’ll have time to progress with tracking down that rogue Interrogator later. You know that Martha is on it.” Ah yes, Martha du Hisaal, special operative Silas trained to be his swift tracker. You don’t like the woman, she’s too eager to play into Silas’ weakness for female attention and think that it’s quite undignified for someone in Inquisitor’s personal retinue, but you never spoke of it. If Silas deems such behavior acceptable – who you are to question him. Only Emperor can judge him.

“I’d like for Martha not to kill Interrogator Hythe once she finds him.” You respond with your words, hopefully, letting Ravonir hear the chill in them and he inhales, then sighs.

“I’m sure she will leave Clovis alive, I gave her specific orders. She is to find him, then you will take him into custody and do your job.” Silas’ words are cold just as yours, clearly indicating that he wants to hear none of this right now, and you press your lips into a thin line, but only because you have the luxury of your mask hiding your expression.

In turn you curtly nod, as you always do, and notice a short glance cast in your direction by Ravonir before he nods too and begins walking.

Immediately there’s servants greeting you and him, saluting with signs of Aquila, but you expected that. You both wear full Inquisitorial regalia and Ravonir’s power armor in red and gold stands out even more among the masses of expensive fabrics. Yet both of you refuse the offered refreshments, at least for now. People of importance like your mentor and you prefer to relax in more suitable company than shuttles and random nobles, so when you are led straight to the palace’s inner walls, there’s no protest from either of you.

Once there, you already notice thinner crowd and more servants, more expensive clothes and armors, delicacies from all around Calixis sector and further. As you pass one table, you don’t fail to notice bottles of drinks you never even heard of. There’s organ music, there’s chatter, there’s laughter and sounds of glasses being brought against one another in cheers.

“Silas-“

A swiftly risen hand and you fall silent before you can say another word. It’s not that something caught your attention per se, but you simply wanted to know what he has planned for you. Clearly the answer is not going to be coming before your mentor gets his first drink and finds a group to congregate with. He fights the terrifying visage of Ordo Hereticus by being social, charming and outspoken. In other words – by being himself. But you’ve seen him perform his duties to the God-Emperor countless times and you have no doubt that Silas Ravonir deserves his Lord Inquisitor rank.

And soon enough, just as you already knew it would come, Silas notices a group of nobles to approach. Your guides disperse the moment he waves them away and you trail after him, glancing around with utter indifference. Such celebrations were never your thing and it’s not about to change, especially considering the pompousness Ma’Kao bring to the Magnae Accessio, nearly making it look like a cheap farce, at least in your opinion, which is no one is going to ask for, naturally.

Ten minutes later and Silas is in his element. Chatting up the people he knows, letting some women fawn upon him, a drink in hand and a big smile that looks almost genuine if you didn’t know that he too, despite earlier words, still is cautious and on guard.

“Volenta, you are not needed at my side at the moment.” He suddenly says, making you whip your head sharply in his direction and you know why he’s dismissing you, you don’t need to be a telepath for it. Couple women, one on each side of his, is what Inquisitor Lord wants to dedicate his attention to without his acolyte and High Interrogator scrutinizing Silas’ every word or action. Been there, done that, as they say.

“Very well. My vox bead is-“

“With you at all times if I need you. Yes, go now, van Halvek.”

You don’t hesitate, there’s no point, your order is clear. So you bow your head to your mentor and turn on your heel, swiftly departing, making your way among the guests who immediately get out of your path the moment they see your uniform and Inquisition rosette.

You want to find a spot away from most people. You’re not here for work, you remind yourself that, so what small luxuries are at your disposal, you decide to use them. Taking a full glass from a table you’re passing by, you look around, scouting out the area for a balcony or a bench that doesn’t have crowds of guests. After a moment you notice a perfect spot, a corner at the end of a small pathway, shaded by exotic trees. There are some people there, occupying the benches and leaning against the stone handrails, but further down there’s nobody, except for one electro priest who’s standing by the massive steel door and blessing it with a smoking clenser. You can’t actually make it out, but you can already hear the sacred liturgies this Adeptus Mechanicus servant is murmuring to the holy spirit inhabiting the defense mechanism.

“High Interrogator Volenta van Halvek of the esteemed Ordo Hereticus.”

You swiftly turn at the sound of your rank and name, your eyes quickly catching upon the towering crimson mark of the Inquisition among the sea of faces. Your heart skips a beat when you recognize it. Your gaze sweeps down to the face you know well. The dark, glorious greying mane of his hair, right scarlet red augmetic eye, steel plate with several tubes on the left temple, the beard that carries same pattern as his hair, small jaw plate to the right of his chin, the highbred face that would fit more a noble lord than an Agent of the Golden Throne despite carrying several scars, and the power armor, stamped with Inquisitorial insignia, adorned with skull motifs and purity seals bearing litanies for the God-Emperor.

He approaches you, a drink in his bionic arm and his other one resting on plasma pistol at his belt. You bow deeply the moment he’s in front of you.

“Lord Inquisitor Xavier Calcazar.”

Silence follows and you do not dare to rise your head.

“I’m surprised to see you here, Volenta.” Xavier finally speaks and you straighten your back, your eyes behind the masking meeting the single hazel one of his. Your former mentor, your first mentor. You don’t fear many things, but meeting him in public settings always reminds you just how easily he can reduce you to that teenage girl with wild white hair and anger in her eyes when he first plucked you from Astra Millitarum. You were afraid of him then, scared out of your wits when he towered over you unlike the Emperor of Humankind himself, and you still feel the same respectful awe every time you unexpectedly meet him.

“Inquisitor Lord Ravonir has deemed it appropriate to attend the Magnae Accessio and as his right hand-“ You stop the moment Calcazar rises his hand to silence you. He studies the mask you’re wearing for a silent moment, then uses his chin to sharply indicate that he wants to step away from the crowds that now are clearly watching you two and listening to each and every word.

You nod and turn, walking to the same spot you earlier wanted to claim for yourself. Your heart is beating fast in your chest, your palms sweat inside your black gloves, but your steps are firm as always. Just a short trip later you stand in the wonderful shade of a bright blue canopy of an exotic tree and Xavier, after following you, steps a little closer than etiquette would permit.

“So Silas is here?” Calcazar asks and glances at the drink in his hand, then lifts it to his lips and gives it a taste.

“Yes. He seems to be enjoying himself already. Although he wasn’t too thrilled in the beginning.” You follow Xavier’s lead and lift the bottom of your mask, maneuvering the glass under it so that you too can take a refreshing sip. The alcohol is strangely sweet and it runs down your throat leaving a pleasantly burning trail. Whatever this is – you know you will have to acquire a bottle of it somehow by the time you have to leave this planet.

Xavier barks out a short laugh at your words as he watches you taste your drink and then lower your mask again.

“I’m surprised he took you with.”

“I’m surprised you’re not here with your own retinue.”

“I am here alone this time, that much is true. But you forget, my dear Volenta, that I’m now the head of the Koronus Conclave. All my acolytes are busy pursuing leads of xenos and heretics to make sure that the rebellious little Expanse can be brought to the fold of the Imperium without the risk of taint.”

“I apologize for my ignorance.” You quickly say and he smiles at you, but there’s no mirth behind the expression.

“You are many things, but ignorant is not one of them.” Inquisitor pauses, looks at his drink and takes another sip of it. His casual demeanor carries something you sense immediately – this conversation is about to take a very serious turn. “Tell me, my dear, what did I hear about your conduct on Stygian Prime?” The coldness of Xavier’s words make you swallow dryly, but you’re not as naïve as to hope he doesn’t know the full truth.

“Small heretical insurgency that my presence alone was enough to squash.” You say and Calcazar’s eye snaps to you with a force that you perceive so strongly it nearly makes you falter on your feet.

“Is that right? What about Boyle Fawruse and his beloved Fiora de Braal?” The way Xavier says ‘beloved’ makes your skin crawl from the scarcely hidden disgust behind the tone.

You don’t hesitate to answer with the truth, but the memory of what happened still flashes in your mind: you rooted out the insurrectionist Fawruse and took him into custody. During interrogation the man revealed that his lover, Fiora, had nothing to do with it while naming several others who did. You questioned the man further, but even before he passed out from pain, Boyle didn’t implicate his woman. Next day, when you arrived to the place he and de Braal called home, to collect any evidence left behind, the woman attacked you, cursing you, spouting much heretical blasphemy. So much so, in fact, that you could’ve taken her into custody too, but you saw the pain behind her rage. Because she knew, just as well as you did, that Fawruse is not coming back to her, ever. So you simply knocked her down and watched her wail at your feet, Fiora’s calloused fingers smearing the steel of your boots with sweat and grime. You watched her as she cursed the Imperium, the Emperor, the Inquisition, as she cursed you, your name on her lips sounding like an ancient curse. An emotion stirred in you, something akin to pity which you nearly forgot how it feels like, and you left her devastated in that small room apartment all alone, her life gaping with a hole that Boyle used to fill.

“Insurrectionist Fawruse was taken into custody, interrogated and then promptly executed.” You report with your tone and words perfect, trained from countless times you had to do this before. “De Braal was revealed to have had no hand at the insurrection and was not arrested on the grounds of ignorance towards her partner’s actions.”

Xavier’s sharp gaze is trained on your mask, right between your eyes, and he seems to think over your words for a moment, then he tastes his drink again.

“No grounds for her to be taken into custody, you say? But, my dear Volenta, her heretical proclamations in your presence should’ve been enough of a reason to take someone like Fiora de Braal and dispose of her.” Calcazar’s each word is clear, slow, authoritative. “You have failed to comply not only with the Most Holy Inquisition’s teachings, but those of Ordo Hereticus itself. Is it not your duty to hunt down heretics and eliminate them? Is it not your duty, Volenta, to be the perfect tool in His arsenal? Tell me, my dear, why did your training and faith falter on Stygian Prime?”

Muscles on your back stiffen to the point your spine aches, but you don’t show your distress, not letting even a bated breath betray just how your former mentor makes you feel.

“I have no excuse, Lord Inquisitor.”

“You don’t. And even if you had one – it would be a poor attempt to bargain with me.” Xavier empties his glass and looks at one in your hand. “Finish your drink, my dear Volenta. Then we will go for a walk.”

You spare no time to lift the bottom of your mask and tip the glass over your lips, not allowing yourself even a moment to savor the drink that you enjoyed just minutes ago, the flavor of it now tasting ashen on your tongue. Once you empty your glass, Xavier takes it from your fingers and puts it at the edge of a flower pot, then his own, and the steely gaze of his hazel eye tells you that as always – you have no right to say no. Not that you would. You obey, that’s one thing you are best at.

“Come with me.” Calcazar turns and walks off, his red mantle and the sacred backpack beckoning you like two beacons you cannot refuse to follow.

The further you both get away from crowds of guests, the louder Xavier’s footsteps become, the power armor looking more imposing and intimidating. You know what it can do as well, you’ve seen it in action multiple times when Ordo Xenos and Ordo Hereticus collaborate against common threats. Sounds of organ music now fade into nothingness and only your footsteps and Lord Inquisitor’s seem to echo off the narrow passageway. You are aware where he is leading you, this is not your first time on Ma’Kao capital world and you know that by the insistence of no other than Silas Ravonir, the Inquisition has a special area in the palace. Area that agents of the Golden Throne can come and go to unnoticed. As well as bring anyone with them, if such occasion arises while on the planet. And it does arise, more often than most would think. Work of the Most Holy Inquisition never ends.

You watch Calcazar stop by a heavy, steel door bearing the Ma’Kao crest and punch in a long numerical code, making the door start opening with a jerk of iron mechanisms. You’ve done this very thing before yourself, except at the moment you don’t know the latest code to this room, it changes every time a member of Inquisition uses it. For safety, naturally.

Without even giving you a glance over his shoulder, Inquisitor Lord walks in and the lights flicker to life. You follow him, scanning the room with your gaze, hearing nothing but the steel door slide shut once again. The area didn’t change since you were last here. Chairs and tables, instruments on the metal shelves. Other implements that you and your colleagues might have a use of. But your attention is quickly drawn to Xavier when he turns to you with calm expression.

“Take off the mask.” A soft command, but a command nonetheless and you do as he wishes.

First you slide your hood off, then use your gloved fingers to feel out of the mechanism holding your sanctioned mask in place. One click, two, the hinges relax and you open it at the back, carefully pulling it from your face and feeling the embrace of bionic tubes releasing their suction from the back of your skull. As you do this, your long white hair spills over your shoulders and you rise your bare face to the man who has only one intention with you right now – to remind you of your duties.

For a moment Xavier stands still, then extends his bionic arm and you obediently place your mask into his palm. He puts it aside, then steps to you, his scrutinizing gaze searching your face for any changes since he last saw you. But no, there’s no new scars, no augmetics, nothing fresh mars your ghostly pale skin. You didn’t see each other for several months, seven months and seventeen days to be exact, and your heart clenches affectionately under Calcazar’s inspection. He still cares, you know he does. Yet his expression doesn’t betray any of the emotions he might be feeling right now, his gaze just bores into your light grey eyes and then he rises his left arm. You don’t need to be told what to do.

Pulling off your gloves, you briefly turn to toss them on the side table, and then turn back to him, with deft fingers now slipping inside the armor his hand is clad in, feeling out the mechanics inside, the vires and tubes, searching for the release button you know is there. Finally you find it, press it and the hiss that comes from the hydraulics announces your success. Slowly you slip the gauntlet off Xavier’s hand, revealing his scarred skin and a sleeve of the black skirt he’s wearing underneath all the metal. You put aside the piece of holy armor and watch him stretch his fingers, then clench them into a fist.

“You know what to do, Volenta.” He speaks and you nod. Without more prompting you pick up a chair from the side and bring it to the middle of the room, setting it right underneath the brightest lamp hanging from the ceiling.

You stop in front of it and then proceed to take off your cloak, then unbutton your jacket, then your shirt, taking off each item carefully and hanging them on the backrest with precision. Then your bra comes off, you hang it there too, leaving yourself half-naked and at the mercy of Calcazar. His footsteps approach you and you feel the heat of man’s fingers as he lightly brushes them against your right shoulder and gently sweeps your long hair from your back and over the left shoulder. Silence follows and you know that he’s looking at the tattoo on your back, the black ink that was used to etch the Holy Insignia of Inquisition into your skin, exactly like the rosette that is hanging from your neck by a silver chain, resting between your breasts like it’s the only protection from evil you might ever need.

You close your eyes when you feel Xavier’s fingers begin tracing the scars. There’s a total of forty-two of them, marking your skin with ugly ridges. Each one of them left by him personally. You’re going to receive a forty-third.

“Kneel.”

You immediately fall to your knees, the heavy thud of your knee guards echoing of the barren rockcrete walls. The moment you do, his fingers no longer rest on your skin, leaving a quickly cooling spot where Xavier’s warmth has been, making the inside of your chest clench just a tiny bit. You don’t need to hear the following command, you know all of them like psalms already, and you lean over the chair, gripping the armrests and lowering your head nearly to the seat.

“Good, Volenta.” Calcazar says and you hear him drawing a blade from his belt. Similar to the one he’s carrying now you have received decades before, the Interrogator’s Dagger, with its broad blade engraved with scripture and a gilded grip, the one that got melted down and forged into your Inquisitorial Rosette when you were deemed worthy and skilled enough to become an Interrogator. The rosette that now dangles on your chest, heavy and unyielding, like Emperor’s Laws.

The tip of the blade scrapes against the skin of your back, trailing the outline of your tattoo. Xavier always avoided marking your skin where the symbol is, creating a strange inverted barelief – with Holy Ordo sign being the part that’s surrounded by risen, old scars. Scars that are accompanied by the etches in bones underneath, forever marking your very skeleton with your mistakes and sins.

“Tell me again, Volenta, why do I have to mark you with yet another lesson?” Xavier speaks slowly like you’re a layperson, but you know the purpose of this – so that you memorize each and every word of this moment.

“I let go a heretic.” Your voice is firm and strong when you reply, weakness is not allowed, not for you, not for Xavier’s chosen.

“Is that so?” The blade keeps trailing your skin, the back of your neck, your shoulders, avoiding the hardened flesh of previous cuts.

“I strayed from the Emperor’s Laws, I used my own judgement and released a potentially dangerous heretic without punishment.” You say again. “I repent, Lord Inquisitor.”

Calcazar pushes air through his nose and the dagger leaves you momentarily.

“You know I don’t like doing this, do you?”

The pain comes. Sharp and hot, it threatens to overcome your senses, because Xavier doesn’t hesitate, he cuts straight to the bone with first slash. You can’t let your voice waver, you can’t show your discomfort or agony, because if you do – then the following punishment will be harder to accept than physical agony.

You feel the blood immediately trickle down your back, but Xavier pushes something behind the waist of your pants, yet you barely register that, keeping your focus on showing utter and complete indifference to what is happening to you, to what is being done to you yet again.

“I know. I regret my faulty judgement and erroneous decision.” You keep your voice levelled, practiced and wince only with a corner of your right eye when you feel and hear Inquisitor saw into your bone. Three slow drags of razor-sharp dagger against your ribcage.

“Yes, you failed and you have disappointed me, Volenta. But you won’t make the same mistake again. Of this, I am sure.”

“Yes, Lord Inquisitor.”

Seconds pass and you can’t even grit your teeth, he would notice it and he would not grant you reprieve. Calcazar’s skilled hand carves another wound into you, another scar-to-be, another lesson that you won’t forget. Then he sighs and you near tremble with relief when the blade leaves your tortured flesh, you barely catch yourself, but you do it in time.

“Hm. You did well this time.” You hear Xavier wipe his dagger and sheathe it, but you don’t move, there’s more coming, but this time at least it will be less painful.

You listen to the man who just put you through white-hot pain rummage his person.

“Stand, I don’t need the light for this.”

Obeying immediately you rise to your feet, trying not to falter even though your head swims for treacherous couple of seconds, but you don’t waver and don’t stall, straightening your agonized back. Soon though, Xavier begins patching the wound up. He closes it just enough so that it stops bleeding with an injection and a soft plasteel patch, then hums with approval at his handiwork. The wound will heal, but slowly. For next ten days or so you will be in excruciating pain every time you move, but you know exactly what for you paid such price.

Then there’s Xavier’s touch on your shoulder, his thumb caressing the joints of your spine at the back of your neck, gently and carefully.

“I don’t like punishing you, my dear Volenta.” He says in a quiet voice and you feel real disappointment in your heart, one aimed at yourself. No matter what you do, you are always destined to make one more mistake, to misplace your step one more time, to sin once again.

“I know.” Your voice is quiet when you reply and Xavier’s hand squeezes your neck and shoulder a little harder, expressing his possessiveness of you.

But the moment is ruined when Inquisitor’s vox crackles, someone is reaching for him. With a sound of annoyance, Calcazar removes his touch from you and steps away to answer. You take this as your cue to get dressed. There’s pain with each step you take, but you find it liberating, like a bittersweet reminder to keep your senses sharp. Before you pick up your clothes, you first remove the rag that Xavier stuffed into your waistband and smile when you glance down at it, soaked in your blood, already stiffening.

Effortlessly you discard it and dress, trying not to show how much the whole process pains you. Your shirt is the hardest part, your muscles stretching the wound and nearly choking you with pain, but you don’t mind, you just button it up and proceed to put on your jacket, then your cloak. One last adjustment, pulling your rosette from underneath your clothes and placing it faithfully over your chest, then your fingers gently caress it before you notice that Xavier have stopped talking into his vox. You ignored the entire conversation, it wasn’t meant for your ears anyway, or at least that’s what you presume.

“Check your vox bead.” Xavier says when you let go of the rosette and pull at the edges of your coat, straightening it. Your head moves in his direction and you see the same calm, authoritative expression Inquisitor always wears.

“Why?”

“Silas tried to contact you, couldn’t come through, so I got his message instead. He correctly assumed that you are in my company once he heard I’m attending Magnae Accessio as well.”

You quickly check your vox bead but don’t see anything wrong with it. While you inspect it, you step closer to Xavier and he now too leans closer, his both flesh and augmented eye checking the small mechanism meant to work, but which clearly betrayed its programmed duties. Without a word, Inquisitor takes the bead from your fingers and squashes it with his bionic hand, tossing the bead aside while it’s still spilling sparks in a futile attempt to keep working.

“You’ll get a new one.” He says calmly and then looks at you. After a second of gazing at your face, he reaches out and caresses the side of it, a small smile appearing on his usually unforgiving face. “Does it hurt?” He knows it does, but he wants to hear your answer.

“Not as much as failing you does.” You reply in a quiet voice, your expression and eyes barely disguising the yearning you begin to feel squeezing your very soul. Xavier smiles at that, pleased with your answer.

“You will come to my chambers later today.” Not a question, not a request, an order. You nod slightly and lean into his touch, unable to help yourself. “And you will stay with me until morning.” At this your eyes begin to search his with worry.

“What about Silas, I’m not sure if he won’t need my assistance.” You rise your hands and let your palms rest on the chest plate of Calcazar’s power amor, feeling the chill of the metal underneath your skin.

“I’m sure Silas will find himself quite busy.” Xavier’s words are tinged with humor and you smile at this, now watching how with his free hand the Inquisitor straightens out the rosette on your chest. No matter how immaculate your uniform is, he always finds something to fix.

“He found himself busy ten minutes after we arrived.” You confirm and Xavier chuckles, a pleasant sound of his deep, relaxed laughter filling your chest with warmth. You don’t know what you would do without him.

“As expected. But this is exactly why I am sure that he won’t need your presence later today. Although I am not sure why he suddenly decided to look for you now. We shall see.” It looks like Calcazar is about to remove his touch from you and you can’t let that happen.

“Xavier…” you swiftly draw his attention and he pauses, then smiles softly.

“I nearly forgot. Your reward for bearing the lesson so well, is that right?”

You nod at his words, your smile as he sees it looks almost shy. He never gets tired of seeing you so utterly entranced by him even all these decades later. With affection he uses both hands to brush your white hair behind your ears, then they ghost over the sides of your face as if he doesn’t dare to touch you for a moment longer. Instead he leans in and when you upturn your face for Xavier even more, he kisses you. It’s not supposed to go further than this, an almost chaste expression of devotion to each other, but you can’t hold back, you haven’t seen him in so long, longer even, one warp jump lasted three years while it was only a month in realspace. So you step more into the kiss, not touching him, not letting your uniform get crumpled even the tiniest bit, but you need this kiss like you need air. And Xavier responds.

His own urge to have you against him grows, but he keeps his hands away, yet his lips tell a different story. Inquisitor quickly deepens the kiss when you step closer indicating your need, and for a sweet moment he forgets everything except you. His tongue finds yours without any resistance and you moan softly, wanting to pull him closer or step into his embrace, but you do none of this, with your feet planted to the floor and your arms stiff by your sides.

Later… Later it will be different.

At last Calcazar snaps out of his own desire driven by his need for you, and he pulls back, straightening his back. He pauses as if considering between simply ordering you to put his gauntlet on or something else and finally he decides to give you another gesture of affection as he lifts his flesh hand and touches your lips with his fingertips.

“Be patient, Volenta. Don’t forget yourself.”

You nod at that with a smile and Xavier can see a small blush on your cheeks. You are so easy with him, so eager and so needy. For a moment Lord Inquisitor doesn’t want to leave this barren room even if Silas is waiting. Still, duty prevails, and with a sigh Calcazar moves away from you, gesturing to his gauntlet.

 While you’re putting it on, he watches your face and he would never admit it, but Xavier’s heart aches as he looks at you.

“I missed you.” You suddenly say, catching him off guard to the point his hazel eye widens, betraying his surprise but then he smiles.

“Of course you did.”

“So confident.” You tease him with a smile of your own and he chuckles, then moves his hand when you manage to click the gauntlet into place.

“I’m His word and will, my dear Volenta, I have to be confident. If I falter, who will be fit enough to replace me? Maybe you, but not so soon.” He speaks as you move from him and begin putting your own accessories back.

The mask hides your hair and your face once again, the hood ensures that your identity is well and fully hidden. You pull your gloves on and when you’re about to turn, you feel Xavier’s hand on the side of your waist. You rise your eyes to the man you practically worship and he sighs, his gaze sweeping over the mask.

“One day you won’t need to wear this anymore. I promise you that.”

“I believe you.” You respond with a smile he cannot see, but can hear in your voice and he nods.

“Let’s go.”

It doesn’t take long for you two depart from the room and you watch the code Calcazar used get visually scrambled in the panel screen. If he wanted to enter it right now, he would not be able to.

The walk back is silent, just your footsteps and his in the empty alleyways. You know that you two will have enough time to talk in privacy and without the risk of being overheard tonight, there’s no need to risk some stray noble eavesdropping to things they should not be privy to.

Soon the music is heard again, then the voices, then the laughter and chatter of all kinds. A servant notices you two approaching the main area and quickly rushes to offer drinks, you and Xavier take one each.

“There.” He suddenly nods into the direction of Silas, who seems to be chatting up the governor, but the moment you move into his direction, Xavier’s power backpack with its massive Ordos sign on top of it, draws your mentor’s attention and he smiles.

“Xavier Calcazar, as I live and breathe. Didn’t think you will make it.” Silas departs from the governor’s group and approaches, lifting his glass in cheers.

“I had a moment to spare before returning to the Koronus Expanse, Silas.” He pauses, then suddenly adds, surprising you. “And I couldn’t let a chance to see Volenta before I go slip away.”

Silas laughs, Xavier smiles and lifts his own glass in cheers, then takes a sip. You want to drink too, feeling your mouth parched from the pain and the tension you’re feeling right now, but you would rather avoid messing with your mask when there are so many laypeople around, so you just stand there and observe the two men who defined your entire life up until this very moment and will continue to do so in the foreseeable future.

“Let’s walk.” Inquisitor Lord Ravonir says to Calcazar and then gets an agreement in a form of a nod. You are forgotten as they begin walking away.

You trail after them, listening to the conversation which is about everything and nothing really in particular, just two old colleagues catching up. But you feel the ache in your back and another, much stronger ache in your chest. If only Xavier didn’t give you to Ordo Hereticus to better cultivate your skills, you wouldn’t need to agonize over spending so much time away from him. Yet, you understand his decision. You always obeyed his orders and you always will.

You just wish it hurt less to be away from him. You wish he soothed your aches quicker, in only ways he knows how, only ways only he is allowed to soothe you.

Later.

Neither of you will need to pretend later today. You almost start counting seconds already.

[tarnishedxknight]

Drace ~ Available RP Verses

{out of dalmasca} Here are some specific verses for Drace so that muns of muses from Final Fantasy games, not from FF games, from the MCU, from other fandoms, etc. can get an idea of how they might interact with her. If you have any questions or would like to plot in a specific verse, let me know! =)

{ for the empire } ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

This is canon Drace in Ivalice, likely in Archadia, but location will vary according to what part of the Final Fantasy XII timeline you want your muse to be in. This verse is for those who have Final Fantasy muses or want to place their muse inside the FFXII world. Your character would be native to some part of Ivalice or the same world at least, and would then encounter Drace. Plotting may be necessary to discuss the timeline and scenario that you may want. Your muse can get involved in the canon plot of FFXII if you like or we can discuss a unique plot for our muses to follow.

{ the darker corners of ivalice } ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ⁻ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵉᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ      

(I am going to write up this verse in detail at some point because there are a lot of headcanons throughout the timeline of the game and the twins’ lives that need to be discussed. When I do,  I will place a link to it here. Until then, if you want to know more or have questions, you can always ask me!) This verse contains everything the main verse does, but then also includes a number of headcanons regarding twins Basch and Gabranth/Noah, their mother, the Archadian empress, and Larsa Solidor that venture into very tragic and potentially triggering topics, including child abuse/endangerment, sexual abuse, psychological abuse, violent murder, and mental illness. So any threads with Drace that are in this verse or have this tag take those events into account. Most of this will likely not be described in detail, but it exists in the fleshed-out portions of Noah’s life that we didn’t get to see, some of which Drace was present for or helped him through in various ways. The canon game was chopped up and had many plot holes and time gaps, so this verse fills in, fleshes out, adds headcanons, explains holes and gaps, and generally smooths out the plot to make much more sense, but with some darker themes in an attempt to make a more harshly realistic story for Basch and Noah, and therefore also for other characters that supported them, like Drace.

{ young judgement } ᵃʳᶜʰᵃᵈⁱᵃⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

This verse for Drace would incorporate events leading to the canon events of FFXII. It includes her as a younger Judge Magister, her developing relationship with Noah, helping him through the abuse at the hands of the Archadian Empress (part of the dark!Ivalice verse above), and anything else that might have occurred before the events of the main game.

{ imperial avenger } ᵐᶜᵘ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

In this verse, Drace has been frozen in stasis by some sort of magical mishap involving either ancient magic (from an Esper or spell) or a nethicite explosion whilst going through the canon events of FFXII. She was found (likely by SHIELD or SWORD or some similar agency) in a modern day setting in the MCU, and much like Steve Rogers, she is someone out of time. This verse can also extend to Marvel in general, if you wanted Drace to join SHIELD, etc. as a specialized agent. This verse may also include elements of the MCU's multiverse, in that she could potentially be from a different point in the FFXII canon timeline than other muses from her same canon material, e.g. taken from before her death when other muses already know her to have been executed.

{ welcome to archadia } ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ

This verse is essentially Drace's main verse but incorporating the MCU concept of a multiverse. It can work for any muse not native to FFXII, not just MCU muses. Basically, the concept is that there are many different tangential timelines and verses in which there are different versions of characters, and sometimes… things get a little screwy and characters can – either intentionally or through some magical mishap – end up in other timelines/verses/worlds. So in this verse, your muse would end up in some part of Ivalice and encounter Drace. Again, this may require some plotting to figure out how and why your muse came to Ivalice and whether you want your muse to be thrown into the plot of FFXII or have their own unique plot.

{ explain yourself at once } ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ

This verse uses the same concept of a multiverse from the MCU, but does not follow MCU canon or contain characters or events from that world. Basically, Drace ends up in your muse’s world, most likely through some magical mishap that occurred in her own, and would be at the mercy of modern times until your muse lends her aid.

{ who could have forseen...? } ᶠᵒʳᵗʳᵉˢˢ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

This verse incorporates the scrapped storyboards, setting, and timeline of Fortress, the canceled FFXII sequel. Any events that take place just before, during, or after the events of this would-be game are including in this verse. You can read more about Fortress and its story��here. Obviously, for Drace, this verse would mean that she was never executed and has survived the canon events of FFXII until those of Fortress.

[pencil-for-a-dog]

Get Caught, Get grounded

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandoms: Gravity Falls, Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Others avengers mentioned, Avengers Team Additional Tags: Kidnapping, SHIELD is interrogating children, Children doesn'tgiveshit, for children I meant teenagers, because, aged-up mabel pines, Teenage Mabel Pines, Aged-up Dipper Pines, Teenage Dipper Pines, they desevre a HUG, Crack turned angst turned crack with underlying angst, Traumatized Teenagers, No beta we die like Bill would NEVER, Author doesn't speak eglish and it's realizingmight have dislexia, I am writing this in my tablet and spaces aren't working that well, Traumatized teenagers' minds are messsy, they make some connections and jumps we might never , understand at all, because everyone's trauma is different, sparkle emoji

Summary: To be honest, they should have expected that. Dipper was very conscious that something didn’t feel right at all last week, but since Mabel told him that she had been dealing with some stuff of her own, he assumed that it was only his twin's sense, warning him that Mabel has stuff to deal with. And how was he supposed to know that SHIELD would kidnap them?

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To be honest, they should have expected that.

Dipper was very conscious that something didn’t feel right at all last week, but since Mabel told him that she had been dealing with some stuff of her own, he assumed that it was only his twin's sense, warning him that Mabel has stuff to deal with.

He really should have known it.

“Hands off me—!” His twins snarled at a man as she kicked his face. “You are going to get nothing from us!”

Dipper sighed, they’re doing this, he guesses as he sees how a man enters the room with an avenger, nothing less, by his side.

“Do you know what you both are here?” The one-eyed man asked as he sat in a chair in front of the twins.

“Nop'' Mabel answered looking at both of them, her eyes shining when she looked at the woman. “You are black widow! Ohmygod- You are AMAZING! You totally kick every a-”

“Mabel” Dipper interrupted his sister's excited talk without worriying about giving them her name, this is SHIELD, they already knew that. “Not the moment, they kidnapped us, remember?”

“Oh yeah” She recognized and kept her mouth shut as she happily moved in her chair, still excited for meeting the avenger.

And then, the room was filled with happy Mabel’s humming. Dipper looked at the ceiling, this was about to get boring.

And he was right.

Apparently, when two teenagers refuse to speak to the government agents who kidnapped them, it becomes a silent battle of wills, in which the first one talking is the loser. Or something like that.

He closed his eyes as he felt how the minutes turned into hours, in the silent room he only heard his breath and his sister’s humming turning into different melodies when she got bored of the previous ones.

   

“What are the kids doing here?” some man’s voice interrupted Dipper’s involuntary nap, waking him up. Huh, he didn’t notice he fell asleep. Mabel hasn’t stopped though, that’s some resistence they have there.

“Oh! You are the metal guy” His lovely sister said, finally interrupting her humming.

“Yeah, whatever kiddo” The man, probably Iron Man, said, winning a frown from Dipper, because “who is he to talk to his sister like that?”. He really doesn’t care about him, not anymore, he might have changed and stopped doing weapons but the thinking of the weapons he created, the capacities he has, the absolute fear of what this man would do to Gravity falls certainly helped Dipper to distance him from this man.

Dipper moved his head as he opened his eyes to face up the man.

“Who do you-?” Dipper stopped, realizing three things, one, they lost the silence game, two, there were more people entering the room, and three- is that Bruce Banner-

“Tony Stark, have you heard the name kid?” Tony asked him with a bit of sarcasm, gaining no attention from dipper because THE Bruce Banner is in the sameroomashimohmygod-

“Earth to nerd” Mabel called him out, effectively gaining his attention. Dipper frowns at her now.

“Hey” He said, annoyed. Mabel just rolled her eyes at him.

“Your eyes were shining,” Mabel pointed with a grin. “Nerd.”

The gasp Dipper made was very offended, very offended indeed, it was not a screech, no sir, he grew up from those years.

A though fake cough interrupted his sister’s laugh. Making them look in the direction of the director of SHIELD, Nick Fury.

“You have to answer some questions” The man said, raising his eyebrow with an intimidating face. Jokes on him, they have seen scarier geometrical figures, turns out, triangles are very difficult to work with when you have trauma about them- Trigonometry was hard.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you kidnapped us- why did you kidnap us? Mabel said, in a very lovely tone. Dipper limited himself to looking at them, he wants to look, at least, a little unhinged, staring at them without blinking, with the ghost of a grin and very open eyes, but- but Bruce Banner is there!

Nick Fury just looked at them, Dipper is pretty sure Mabel raised an eyebrow to him, maintaining the silence in contrast of her past behavior, maybe she’s has a deadpan(?), Dipper is really trying to keep his head here and not thinking about Bruce-

Mabel kicked him.

He knows she saved him, but he really wants to make an offended sound, this situation deserves one.

Mabel kicked him again, okay, they’re kidnapped, right.

“You know Fury, we have the same question” Steve Rogers- Holy sweatpants, Captain America!- Said. “Why did you kidnap some random kids?”

“Yeah, why?” Dipper asked, trying to keep a serious face when two of his idols are in the same room as him- Take that Flash! It may be during a kidnapping by the government and they should never mention this to anyone outside of their Gravity Falls’ friend of course, but, take that.

“Don’t you ask why they are so calm?” Black widow intervened, calling everyone’s attention to herself. “They are pretty peaceful to be kidnapped.” She pointed out, drawing the attention to the twins tied in the chairs in front of them, which, rude.

“Oh no, we are in shock,” Dipper said with a plain tone, staring at them.

“Oh so much shock” Mabel said, in a much funnier tone.

And the avengers just stared at them back, in silence.

And then, in the middle of the tense and awkward silence, Mabel couldn’t help but giggled- which she should have not because this is a serious situation, but she giggled and now she’s laughing, and her laugh was always like a virus, spreading quickly, and she’s dragging him with her-

“Mabel- Stop!” Dipper managed to say between their laughs. “You are making me-” laugh. “laugh!”

“I can’t lil bro-” She giggled. “It's just so ridiculous!” She said.

They were both forming crying eyes from the laugh, wriggling tied in their chair under the concerned looks from the heroes.

And then the laugh started to decrease, leaving the awkward atmosphere behind them and tears falling from the crying eyes.

“We are in a lot of trouble” Mabel expressed as she raised her head to look at the adults in the room, smiley, some tears falling from her eyes “so much trouble”

Dipper let the last laughs fall from his lips, looking at her sister from the corner of his eye without raising his head.

“Wait until mom and dad find out-”

“Holy Waddles, we are in trouble” She stopped smiling. “So much trouble-”

SIlence, and then, quick as a flash, Dipper straightened in his chair, looking at his sister.

“How are we supposed to explain this-”

“Enough” Fury said, drawing the attention of the twins to him. “We just need you to answer some questions?”

“You kidnapped us-” Mabel tried to point out again.

“Are you-” He started, ignoring Mabel and taking some images out. “the people in these pictures?” he asked as he placed them on the table to let them take a look.

“Of course not!” Mabel stated in an annoyed tone without even looking at them, contrary to her brother who went straight to look at the photos- “Tell them Dipper!”

Holy waddles, it’s them!

“Dipper!” Mabel called him again but he was immersed in the pictures- How did they got those-

Fury, damned be the man, raised his eyebrow. “Looks like your brother disagrees with you” He said with a funny tone.

“Bro-!” Mabel yelled again as she moved her head, just to notice the photos. “Oh”

The pictures were from two years and a half ago, when the aliens invaded New York. They remember that well- Dipper just got a scholarship in nothing less than Midtown High and they moved there just after the summer ended. The memories of their vacations were fresh and, at the moment of the attack, they just thought on how much they wanted to get in a safe space, they missed the shack so bad, and they, certainly, didn’t think twice about hit some aliens on their way to escape, and maybe help some people.

God, they were so tiny, they were so lucky.

“We were so tiny” His sister expressed his thoughts under the — sight of every adult.

“We were lucky” Dipper started looking at a picture where his Sister, barely a teen, an absolute child, smashed an alien’s head with a metal bat she must have found. “I- We- We survived it” He looked at his sister who was starring in a picture, where Dipper, tiny and scared, threw a wreckage, bigger than his head, to an alien.

And he knows- They know- There are more pictures of them, fighting, protecting each other.

Facing the aliens with more determination than fear.

“I don’t- I don’t understand what does this mean- I mean- We were fighting- yeah- but for our lives!” Dipper said, anxiety growing in his chest covered in anger “We were Thirteen!”

“And thirteen years old aren’t supposed to know how to fight with a bat, much less know how to fight the aliens we faced,” Black widow said.

“We were surviving!” His sister answered before he could. “We were thirteen, in an unknown place during an alien invasion! Did you want us dead?!” His sister screamed, mad, forcing her ties.

“Kids aren't supposed to survive that” Fury stated, blank face.

“Fury-” Bruce tried to talk.

“But we did!” Dipper yelled back. “ We didn’t die! And that’s a problem for you?”

“It’s strange” Fury declares with a solid voice while he stares at him, how he dares- “ But this, is concerning”

He showed some more pictures, some from Dipper’s diary, the one he started to write to have his own register of unnatural things.

“Yeah those are for my dungeons, dungeons and more dungeons role- IS THAT A VAMPIRE?” Dipper exclaimed, staring at his sister, who just looked away, whistling- The nerve-

“It was his secret to tell-” She started.

“I did certainly not know about him-”

“BUT” She interrupted him. “We did not got that far”

“A vampire Mabel, a vampire” Dipper repeated, “I should have known from second one”

“And that’s” Mabel made a pause “Why I didn’t told you”

There was silence, everyone’s look in the teens and their drama.

Dipper sighed, “Fair” he admitted, “but it is concerning”

“No,” Mabel said, “It’s my childhood dream” She stated. “And I made it true”

And then, they gave them a look, the kind of look that gave Dipper the feeling that this would be long, and, after too many years interacting with strange and dangerous stuff you find out your instincts become way sharper and your feelings are usually right, and oh boy, he was right.

He really doesn't know how much time they had been there, in a chair under the eyes of some of the most powerful persons in the world, debating and telling lies and truths as they try to defend their position. They are normal.

Aside from some of Mabel’s affairs in which they had to admit they were supernatural or just strange (“I wish Gabe had some supernatural thing behind all of.. himness-” “HEY!”), the answers were a combination of roleplay and “Have you seen Gravity Falls? They have a second Halloween and love the supernatural stuff! It's where the money comes from!” even though they tried to mention that one the minimum possible.

And Dipper knows Fury knows something is off, the evidence against them is a big variety of photografies, and the excuses, from some point, sounded really fake. But he's no going to admit shit, they know what is the right choice and it's certainly not telling them the truth behind Gravity Falls, men with human power would likely not know to understand the fact they worth nothing to the magic beings, to the ones who have the brute power in a world in which you have to gain the right of being alive.

Dipper knows, Rich men have failed to understand, good men have lost themselves. Powerful men, scared men, have made things worse for them and everyone around, usually by giving to the powerful beings more power than they deserved.

Gravity Falls is not going to be the source of the world's fall, they know, the city won't allow that. But powerful men have done worse with less. They are not risking it.

And they bite the bullet, they lie like they breathe, every word from their mouths becoming less and less believable, all with fake smiles, empty eyes.

They’ll never learn the reality of Gravity Falls, not from their mouths.

They get to nowhere, and the Pines twins know this is only about to get worse, but they are as ready as they can be, just like all the times the shit hits the fan.

   

After an hour or two, the adults leave the room alone.

They don’t look at each other, they’re too tired for that, they’re exhausted.

“Hey dip” His sister calls him after some minutes of their silence and the noises outside. “Are you good?”

Dipper has his head hanging in the chair, feeling boneless as he looks at the ceiling.

“As good as I can be, I think,” he says after a sigh. It’s been a long time and it’s tiring but hey have deal with worse. “And you?” He asks, worried about his sister anyways.

“I’m good… for now” She states,making a pause in the middle in which they could only hear their breathing and silenced screams.

“Why do you think they are yelling?” She asked, and Dipper thought.

“Maybe because they are fighting” He says.

“No dummy” she mocks him, “why are they fighting?” He doesn’t answer ”I think it is maybe we are children to them” She says after some seconds of silence.

And he thinks of Captain America’s face, the awkwardness around the adults in the room, silent as they watched them fight using words and obvious lies, desperately trying to hide something.

“We are not” He declares, none of them looking at each other, “ We are old enough to fight the government after they kidnapped us, we are not children” Not anymore he doesn’t say. Kids are playing, hanging up, partying. They are not, they just can’t, and they haven’t for some time by now.

“We should be,” Mabel says in a strangled tone. He feels the same way.

“Maybe,” He agrees, “But we haven’t been kids for a while”

They wait, to see if they are going to be released to the freedom of their lives one more time, with a thousand eyes measuring all of their movements, under the vigilance of the powerful once again.

But they are going to accept it, to the fake freedom they’ll offer because they haven’t been free for a long time, not since the day they stuck their noses where they should not.

And they will never be free again as long as the marks in their arms stays there, painted in magical tint, tying them to a demon since they were too young to understand, and it would last for the rest of their lives.

Funny enough, it’s probably always been, they never had a chance and they just became conscious of it as another part of their reality.

   

And they wait, because it has always been a waiting game, to be released in fake freedom, to be caught, to meet their cursed fate and the consequences around.

They wait and they’re right.

They are released after some hours of questioning, of playing mind games, of trying to dissect their thoughts and memories. But the Pines twins know how to fight, dirtier, meanier, abusing every weakness they find, using every escape they can, because surrender wasn’t an option back then and it isn’t one now.

They keep fighting and wait because they still children, the evidence isn’t enough and the super people won’t allow them to be silenced because they are kids. They can’t disappear under the protection that’s given by the illusion of innocence.

And when they are released it’s under the watchful eyes of the powerful men and fate.

And they know this isn’t the end.

Because it will never end.

They will always feel free at some point and end unconsciously thinking of being free, really free. But they will always get caught and they will always be grounded because of it.

And they know that, their unfair destiny that just connected them with a ton more of new problems, but they smile anyways, because if this is how it’s going to be, they are going to have fun falling under the pressure of it.

[polizwrites]

WIP Update - 10 May 2023

A satisfyingly productive writing week -   I touched 6 fics (2 WIPs  & 4 new works)  for a total of  2701 words, pushing me over  45k for the year!

On Ao3, I posted:

 Chapter 7 of  Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’)   Camboy!Bucky with Cap!Steve and Iron Man!Tony as clients - identity porn - and actual smut - abounds.

Truth and Consequences  - TFaWS scene retelling with Sam & Bucky bonding.

A Piece of the Past  - Sam and Steve bonding over lost dog tags.     

WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - May 2023 - established WinterIron travel fluff

On Tumblr, I posted:

Beaten to the Punch -  young No Powers AU WinterIron love confessions  (prompt ask response)

Starting Something New  -  canon-compliant post Infinity War  Tony/Pepper softness.  (prompt ask response)

Continuing Her Mission - Agent Carter pulls some strings behind the scenes to get Steve the chance he deserves  (prompt ask response)

I  have  15 active WIPs  with my  current  deadlines being  the Stucky and Avengers Bingos events, as well as the May Adoptable & Monthly Mission for the All Caps Bingo.    Attack Plan for those events.

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing   Morguna and the Green Queen, I  got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked  Faustie into   collab’ing with me!  We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve  contributed about 900 words towards the  2500-ish we have so far.   Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.  

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Twenty fills with two bingos and 2 WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas. Targeting completion of at least three more squares - stretch goal of a blackout.

* B1 - Mutual Pining -  Leaning toward the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with for awhile: a Modern No Powers AU where Bucky’s high school crush (skinny!Steve) is a model in a softcore porn mag.   Backup plan = Chapter 3 of   Making All Things New)

* G5 - SHIELD   – soliciting ideas!   (possible crossover with Bucky Barnes Bingo - Forgotten Things?)

* O4 - AU: Supernatural -  got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow   is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine).    I really need to pick this back up & get it going 😬   I can use it for my BBB  AU: Medieval/Fantasy square and with some re-writing, I may be able to squish this into the Myths and Legends monthly prompt  and my BB_C4  Myth square.

*Adoptable1 - Remix one of your own fics – Finally cracked this thanks to another 3 Prompts –> Summary game: Wings, Transformation, Confession.  I’m planning a Bucky POV of part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right) the obvious title - Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole. 😁  I’ve got 715 words in so far  and am crossing over with my WIB Mutual Pining square.  I may try to crossover with something from my new BBB card as well.

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This  time around the card is a 3x3,  so am looking at writing different   pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve.    I have 4 fills  completed and four WIPs, with an idea for the remaining square.   Need to get moving on this as well - see  my Attack Plan

*A2 -  “Don’t leave me, please.” - Leaning toward a Steve POV of the post-battle scene where Tony’s just fallen out of the sky.  Something short, but hopefully sweet.  Other option - maybe combine with SB Adoptable -Remix own fic  

* B2 - Crossover AU –  picking up my Star Wars fusion Stucky/Stuckony fic:  Never More to Go Astray.  Pleased to discover the latest WIP chapter was already sitting at 942 words - just need to figure out how to wrap up the chapter.

* B3 - Mistaken Identity -  Chapter 3 of   Decision at Sundown  (based on the ficlet I wrote to fill the “Wet Your Whistle”  FFC23 prompt) is in progress and sitting at 737 words. I need to work the prompt in a bit more clearly before I can consider this finished - maybe another 300-500 words?

* C1 - Babysitter AU -   Started working on a collab with MagicaDraconia16 - tentatively titled Peremesnik (aka Three Avengers and a Baby). This will crossover with my  ACB Babysitter square and will involve  Steve, Bucky & Tony kidfic shenanigans.  Chapter 1 is sitting at  2205 words (my part - roughly 1400 words)  with another 500-ish already in chapter 2 (300-ish are mine).

* C3 - Dog Tags -  A Piece of the Past   posted this morning. It’s a Sam POV  ficlet where he helps Steve with the titular item.  This crosses over with my SWB Steve Rogers square and came in at 404 words.

Bucky Barnes Connect Four Alt-Juniverse Event (BB_C4)[ends 30 Jun 2023]

Signed up for this event over at @buckybarnesevents - you get a four-square card featuring ideas for AUs.  The prompts can be used as stand-alones or combined with each other or other events.   Thanks to crossovers, I have  three fils and a WIP for the other square!  

* C4 - Myth - thinking I can combine this with the SB   Supernatural AU square idea above, possibly with a little re-writing.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1]  (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

I’ve got nine completed fics, four WIPs and  will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo  Challenge for Row 5.  

* I1 - Mutual Pining - may combine with the Stucky Bingo Mutual Pining or save for the upcoming TSB round.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley -  Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated.   (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship -  see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* G4 - Babysitting - see  AvB Babysitting AU above.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of   A Rising Star -  a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.  

* May Adoptable -   I’m going to use either   AU: Sex Worker or  Scenting  for Chapter 3 of   Making All Things New, which is already up to 857 words. 

* May Monthly Mission  - Sir, Yes, Sir  is a perfect match for Chapter 2 of  Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away) -  my WinterIron –>Stuckony  Steve POV WIP based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt :  Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn. It’s sitting at 1321 words at the moment and will cross over with my WIB  Edging and BBB KINK: “Please let me come” squares.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3]  (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have two fills and one WIP -  I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps and Bucky Barnes bingo!

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

* O2 - Steve Rogers  – see AvB  Dog Tags  above.

WinterIron Bingo  - [WIB_R1]   (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have 3 fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!  Still getting my thoughts together on what to match up with other cards, but   think I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes,Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.

* I1 - Edging - see ACB May Monthly Mission: Sir, Yes, Sir  mentioned above.

* I4 - Identity Porn - Posted  Chapter 7 of   Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’)  last Friday -- Bucky meets Tony and they find a way to keep his identity a secret after all.  This chapter came in at 2988 words, with a final Chapter coming before the end of the month.

* N1 - Bucharest --  I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance -  where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier. 

* G3 - “You don’t have one of those, do you?”  Squeezed this into the WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - May 2023 - a cute established WI fic where Tony takes Bucky to Italy for gelato.   It posted today with my part coming in at 332 words. 

* G4 - AU: College Students -- looking to expand Beaten to the Punch  with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB  Volunteering Together square.

* O4 - Steve Rogers - Using this for chapter 8 of   Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’), where camboy!Bucky’s worlds start to collide.  The chapter is coming in at 2152 words and will get posted probably by the end of the month.  

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem  as inspiration?

* ADOPTABLE1 - 1990′s   – picked this to prod me into picking My Love is Vengeance back up.  I do have a nice chunk of the next chapter  written (1168 words) -  and had a bit of inspiration that may allow me to wrap this up in  two more chapters beyond this one.  

Bucky Barnes Bingo  - [BBB_R5]   (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

Am still trying to match up squares to crossfill, but have 2 fills,  five WIPs and a couple more Vague ideas already.

* B1 - AU: Medieval/Fantasy -  see SB AU: Supernatural above.

* B4 - Shapeshifters -  a potential crossover with my SB  AU: Changed into an Animal square - but  I need  a plot bunny and it is a low priority fill at the moment.

* U2 - Clint Barton/Hawkeye -  Dredged up my year-old Winter Soldier/ young Clint WIP   You Can’t Stop It With a Gun.  Chapter 3 was already in progress and is now up to 548 words.    

* U5 - AU: Flower Shop -  see  BBB_C4   No Powers AU above.

* C2 - Yelena Belova –  see AvB Babysitter AU

* C4 - KINK: “Please let me come.”  See SB  Identity Porn above - Chapter 2.

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple -  next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion.    Not quite sure where to take this next at the moment.  😕

* K3 - Magic -  Aro!Bucky sickfic idea?  

* Y2 - [image: IW Bucky with the good hair] Last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF198 What Comes Next]   was a perfect match for an idea I’d already been playing around with to fill this square.   I banged out Getting Prepared -  an A:IW missing scene set between the time that T’Challa and Okoye come for Bucky and the moment he sees Steve again.  I will post it to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.

* Y3 - Alpine  - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

Warm and Fuzzy Bingo  - [WFB]   (no end date)

I got my card from  @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really hadn’t done much with it  - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

* N4 - Affectionate Teasing -- I can fill this with Starting Something New , but am going to hold off on posting to Ao3 until the next Tony Stark Bingo round starts.  😁

* O5 - Volunteering Together -- see WIB AU: College Students

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On  other creative fronts:  I have Sharky and Bones Stuffed With Character figures in progress. I have multiple commissions to work on and am prepping for a con in June  so am  pretty well booked up through early summer.

That said, if  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

[icannotreadcursive]

Self-Rec Tag Game

Rules: share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.) Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

Tagging my own damn self, might should be posting this to my writing sideblog @eiirisworkshop but I'm not bothering.

To Tell the Truth Ongoing Brokeback Mountain longfic, rated M, currently 29 chapters and just under 50k wordcount. Canon divergent starting from when Ennis comes home to Alma after the summer he meets Jack. Very much a what could have been kind of fic with lots of making people (coughEnniscoughcough) talk about their feelings but without easy fixes to the very real obstacles our boys face.

Momento Ipsum, Remember Yourself Complete Old Guard fic, rated M, 6 chapters, just under 20k words. It's a meeting-younger-selves fic with the whole team! Explorations of religion, trauma, and sense of self that I'm really proud of. Communication and how language is woven through identity are central themes, and I taught myself some coding to make two versions of this fic that use either different fonts or different text colors to differentiate dialogue in different languages.

The Measure of a Tit Sailor Moon oneshot, rated T, 824 words. Short, fun, and funny little ficlet about bras, binders, and gender expression starring my favorite senshi, Sailor Uranus, Haruka Tenoh .

Chiaroscuro Complete Star Trek: TOS fic, rated T, 16 chapters, a little over 30k wordcount. Set aboard the Enterprise late in her 5-year mission (so, sometime after the tv show ended). I made up an excuse to stick Kirk and Spock, Spock's parents, and two space hobos one of whom is half Vulcan and actively rejects Vulcan culture all on a starship together. Shenanigans, arguments over cultural values, discussion of consent with regards to Pon Farr, Kirk and Spock finally doing something about their mutual pining, and Uhura winning a full-crew betting pool ensues.

In From the Cold Incomplete post-Winter Soldier MCU fic, rated T (though I should probably bump it to M...), currently 55 chapters and almost 175k--not counting the two pulled-out sort of episode fics that happen between or parallel to chapters in the main fic that add almost another 20k. This becomes a good old "everyone is living at Stark Tower" fic a few chapters in. Very focused on Steve and Bucky and Bucky's recovery from having been the Winter Soldier. I put him in actual goddamn therapy--and this fic long predates the Falcon and Winter Soldier show. Also a major Clint/Coulson plot thread that digs deep into Phil's trauma from having been killed by Loki and brought back. Pulls in elements from Agents of SHIELD and some of my favorite bits from comics. And look, this fic has not been updated in years, so if I'm reccing it I want to be up front about that. But it is not abandoned! In fact, with how life changes are going I expect to be able to get back to work on this fic within the next year and could have new chapters ready as early as Christmas if all goes well. It's long enough that depending how fast you read, it could carry you til then. This is genuinely some of the work I'm most proud of and has one of the most complexly woven plots I've ever produced (which is why it's been so hard for my to pick back up these past few years). If you miss the team-as-family vibes of early-mid 2010s MCU fandom and wish various characters' trauma was handled with more care, then this is the fic for you.

Tagging: @kueble @nerdsandthelike @rainbowvamp @tinyferalbeing @makingshortstorieslong

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 25: Knives - Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You hated Natasha, and she hated you. Both working for opposing organisations, she was your natural enemy, so why did you always both seem to be naked by the end of the missions?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, enemies with benefits, discussion of previous injuries/purposefully cut with a knife, dom!Natasha, restraints, threats, possessiveness, blood (not much), knife play (sexually and threatening), sex toys

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Enemies: ‘a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something’. This person for you was the infamous Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, Avenger, SHIELD agent, assassin and walking weapon. She was a part of everything you were not: the good, the heroic, the saviours. Conversely, you worked for the little guy underground, cheating your way to money and glory. Some days you won, others Natasha bested you, it was usually equal footings which only made the natural contest between each other more exhilarating.

You know the saying, ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer?’ Well, this was you and Natasha, except, at some point, the fighting twisted to fucking.

There had been tension for years, and they constantly seemed to be crossing paths, trying to best each other with skills, weapons, and manoeuvres, but as they say, one thing leads to another. A punch to the face turned into a kiss and clothes being ripped from bodies, orgasms until passing out and waking to the other disappeared.

You hated this, loathed it, in fact. Despised that you looked forward to the next time that the two of you were fighting. You were addicted to her beauty, her taste, her touch. Even if you hated everything she stood for with her stupid Avengers friends and her stupid holier-than-thou job.

Today, you were tired, bruised, and so close to finding the hard drive that you’d been sent to retrieve. As a matter of fact, the palm-sized hard drive was safely in your clenched fist as you sprinted past the guards you had knocked out earlier, trying to escape the building you’d broken into.

As you arrived at the open window that had your wires still attached to hoist you up to the roof, this was the last sight that you saw before a burning electrocution stemmed from the back of your neck as you’re instantly knocked out.

The unbearable throbbing pain in your temple was what woke you from the deep slumber. Attempting to rub your face, you groaned, finding that your wrists were tied behind your back with handcuffs and ankles zip-tied to the legs of a chair.

“Finally, I was thinking you’d died on me, and oh, how unfortunate would that be for me?” came the heavily sarcastic, sultry tone of the woman you’d anticipated to have caught you.

You groan again in answer, head still hanging forward from your slumped position. You could easily get out of the handcuffs behind your back, having been trained from a child to deal with situations such as this. Natasha knew this as well, which only made these sorts of games exciting; however, today, you were simply too lazy and sore to bother breaking out of the restraints.

Your voice croaked from having such a dry mouth as you declared, “You have the fucking hard drive. Dod you have to tie me up as well? I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I’m in pain, Romanoff”.

The click of Natasha’s heels warned you that she was walking closer. Her slender fingers painfully gripped your chin, forcing your head to tilt back until you were looking up into her stunning face.

You flinch at the sharp pain that shoots through your skull, and it earns an unsympathetic look from Natasha as she sticks out her bottom lip. “Oh boo hoo, you’re having a bad day. That really is a shame, and you’ve lost once more. How embarrassing”.

“I fucking hate you”, you growled up at her.

“Yeah, well, the feeling is mutual, Sugar”. Natasha straddles you in the chair, sweeping her shining red hair over her shoulder as she continues to force you to look at her, but the pressure eases as she seems more sympathetic to you. “I stayed because I wanted to make sure you were okay; you took a long time to come around after I knocked you out”.

Sighing heavily through your nose, you continue to glare at her, not believing the nice mask she’d pulled on, knowing she would most likely switch it in a moment to boast that she had bested you. “It’s been a shit week, so I’m not in the fucking mood right now”.

“Oh yeah, I heard about your botched job in London. How embarrassing for someone like you to accidentally die too early and then get caught”, she returned to her mocking tone as she adjusted her weight over your thighs from where she was straddling you.

Rolling your eyes and attempting to look away from her, she squeezed your chin and forced your head still as her eyes hardened, tension tightening throughout her body as she leaned in closer so that your faces were nearly touching. “How could you get caught?! After all these years, you’ve never once made such a stupid mistake”.

Your heartbeat fluttered, something you hated when she showed any sort of concern for you, “Yeah, well, I did, and I got caught and beaten, and now, my boss is more than pissed at me, which is why she’s sent me on this stupid mission anyway. So can you please just give it a fucking rest? I don’t need to be given the fourth degree from you as well”.

Thankfully, Natasha’s hold did relax enough that she moved her face away so that you weren’t able to smell her intoxicating perfume anymore. Her brilliant green eyes became curious as they inspected your face in detail and then lowered to look over the rest of your body that was still covered in your tactical gear. “How hurt are you?” she asked, trying to assess the damage you’d endured.

Shrugging your shoulders, you answered unbothered, “My ego is more bruised than my body. No broken bones but plenty of punches to the ribs and stomach, but hey, at least they didn’t hit my face, right?”

Natasha smirked at this, releasing your chin to stroke a finger down your cheek, “You know, I don’t think I believe you”.

Frowning, you asked in confusion, “What? Why would I lie about bruises?”

“Because I know you. You like to play down the pain you’re in. I’ve given you the liberty of waiting until you’re awake, but I need to check how much they’ve hurt you”.

You eye her wearily, “Stop acting like you care, Romanoff”.

Natasha drops her chin onto her chest, looking up at you through her thick eyelashes in an innocent way. You swallow thickly, especially as she begins to inch closer, the atmosphere becoming heated, her full lips hovering over yours as she purrs, “This isn’t me caring. This is me checking my goods”.

You scoff, “I’m not your goods”.

Her head tilts to the side, “Aren’t you?” Her hand drifts from your cheek down to your throat, and you can’t help but glance between her captivating lips and eyes. For a moment, you contemplated breaking out the handcuffs so that you could close the distance fully and taste her.

“No, I’m not. Anyway, how are you going to check my body for injuries if I’m tied to this chair? Guess you’ll have to untie me”.

Natasha grins, but it unsettles you like she’d planned for you to point this out as suddenly her hand disappeared and reappeared, showcasing her trusty knife, “I’m going to need you to keep very still”.

For once, you were apprehensive, swallowing the thick glob of saliva that suddenly flooded your mouth. You knew she wouldn’t purposefully hurt you when it wasn’t during the mission; however, seeing her with a knife, knowing just what she could do with it, had you sitting incredibly still.

Starting with the collar of your shirt surrounding your neck, Natasha delicately sliced through the fabric. You held back a shiver as you felt the coldness of the blade as it tickled along your skin. Your eyes began to burn from the dryness of trying not to blink, keeping your stare on the woman still sitting in your lap. Even though she was beautiful, she was deadly, which only caused your arousal to deepen, your body betraying how you should be feeling at that moment; however, it was always the danger that thrilled the relationship more.

As the tip of the sharpened blade reaches your sternum, did you take a second to take in your surroundings over her shoulders. Thankfully, she’d managed to drag your unconscious body to a hotel, something you wish you knew her secret tricks as to how she did so without anyone questioning her.

The metal sliced through your bra and then disappeared from your skin, but only so that Natasha could reach behind you, still not taking her eyes off yours as the material was shredded from each of your arms so that she could expose your bare breasts. This was the first time her eyes flicked away to appreciate each of your pebbled nipples before the weight of her on your lap shifted as the Avenger dropped to her knees and began to cut off your tactical trousers.

As the knife skimmed over your thighs, Natasha’s passive voice began to contemplate, “I’m surprised you have a lot of trust in me to be running this knife up and down your body”.

Your eyes flicked between her fingers holding the weapon and those devastating eyes that seemed to bore into your very soul. “I think we’re at the point in our enemy-ship that if you were going to kill me, you would have done so by now”.

As the natural breeze of the room settled over your now exposed legs, Natasha moved to straddle your lap once more, cutting the last section of your shirt from your abdomen, revealing the worst of your injuries from the attack a few days ago. She emotionlessly examined it, her fingers ever so gently caressing the skin, which didn’t hurt for the most part but still had you tensing and flinching in preparation. Those captivating eyes seemed to deepen with an unknown emotion, her brows furrowing ever so slightly, but whatever she was thinking, she kept to herself as she moved away from the injuries.

The tip of the blade, remaining in her hand, now rested over your heart as you sat completely nude beneath her. Natasha tilted her head, a smirk beginning to form on her plump lips, “Just because I haven’t hurt you yet doesn’t mean that I won’t. You shouldn’t trust me”. Your eyes lowered to stare at her lips, which only lasted for a second as she cuts your skin, causing a tiny scratch to form and a single drop of blood to well to the surface as you hissed in a breath. “Oops”, Natasha shrugged, looking utterly unapologetic as she closed the gap as the tension was tight between the two of you.

You moan deeply into the kiss, pressing your face as hard as you can against hers, your nose squishing against her cheek. Each of your mouths open, allowing for tongues to dance, swapping saliva and neither trying to submit to the other. You wanted to be in charge, though; you’d let her to strip you naked with a weapon pointed at you. Still, you were having a shit week and wanted to have some fun of your own, especially as you knew all the right ways to get her to submit, especially when nibbling on a specific area of her body.

Your plan was forgotten about, however, as the knife is resting against your throat, so you are forced to stay completely still, even your mouth, with the threat of the blade cutting your skin. Your breaths were short and swift as Natasha sat back, regaining complete control over the situation.

With the weapon still pressed against your neck, keeping you in position, Natasha ran the tips of her chilled fingers on her spare hand down your torso, circling each of your delicate nipples before descending lower. It was hard not to move and not react to her touches, especially as her fingers grazed over your folds, teasing them apart so she could feel just how aroused you were.

Her fingers were glistening as she held them up in the lower light of the room. To your credit, you tried to remain impassive, not showing any signs of embarrassment, but the apples of your cheeks did still warm as Natasha pondered, “Some would say you need some help if this sort of play is turning you on”.

Before you can retort, Natasha is licking your juices off of her fingers, her eyes closing as she moans at your taste. You, in turn, drop your mouth open, eyes watching every single reaction she had to offer, releasing a desperate groan as she abruptly stood, taking a few steps away.

You thought about undoing the handcuffs and breaking free of the zip ties to chase after her; even with your injured body, you would fight past the pain. As she had said, you were good at hiding the amount of pain you were actually in, but right now, all you could think about was getting your face between her legs.

However, you were curious as to her plans as she seductively bites her lips, placing the knife onto the table nearby and then proceeding to remove her uniform slowly, making sure you were watching closely. As more of her skin was revealed, the more you were dampening between your legs, marking areas of her body in your mind that you wanted to lick or bite, wanting to have your own special fun with her.

“If you keep teasing me like this, I’m not going to wait for you to get back here before I make my move”, you assured Natasha, who only tipped her head back and laughed, shaking her head.

“You need to learn to have some patience, especially when the rewards will be so worth it”, she confidently responded whilst searching through the black rucksack on the table. Your mouth opened to sass her, but all words became lodged in your throat as she showed you the toys she’d bought with her.

A pink, double-ended dildo and a black vibrator wand. Your pussy clenched powerfully as you looked between the sex toys and her smirking face as she slowly began to stride back towards you.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Your audible swallow was answering enough as she pulled your hips forward slightly on the chair, which caused pain to ache throughout your body, but she didn’t apologise. With some gentle prodding and the right angle, Natasha was able to ease one end of the dildo into your hole until it couldn’t penetrate any further. With natural agility, she was able to straddle your legs once more and ease herself down onto the other end of it, causing the plastic to push deeper until she released a satisfied sigh.

She stayed still, giving you both time to adjust to the sensation of the dildo being inside the two of you. The head of the vibrator wand was bulky and cold as she positioned it between your bodies, and, with the way you were both slotted together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, the wand could press against both of your clits.

Natasha doesn’t turn on the toy just yet, though, as she gets comfortable, leaning closer so your chests brush against each other, her mouth dancing along the shell of your ear as she whispers, “Didn’t think you’d get away with it that easy, did you?” Before you could question what she was referring to, the knife was being held against your throat once more, so you were forced to keep your head still.

Only when Natasha was sure you weren’t going to move did she finally turn on the vibrator wand to its lowest setting. You both moaned quietly, under your breaths, as the vibrations buzzed deep into your core, causing you to tighten around the dildo. Natasha ever so slowly then begins to roll her hips on your lap, riding the dildo which moved inside of you with her actions. As she grinds down, it pushes deeper into your cunt, and when she moves away, it begins to slip out ever so slightly, just to be pushed back in. It wasn’t as thorough of a fucking that a strap-on would provide, something that you were sure Natasha had hidden away in her bag, that she’d used many times before with you, but with the vibrator, it added just enough pressure that you were soon gasping for more.

Except, with the knife at your throat, you couldn’t open your mouth wide enough to gasp properly, as the movement would have caused the blade to push in harder and potentially cut your skin. Additionally, with the other restraints around your ankles and wrists, you couldn’t properly roll your hips to find any further stimulation; you simply had to sit there and be entirely pleasured under the control of Natasha.

The way her body was moving against yours was irritating the injuries over your body, but you would never complain, especially as it felt so good to have her this close to you, pussy dripping and coating the seat, just as much as hers was with your lap.

Natasha’s eyes shuddered closed as her rolling of the hips became more frantic; her moans were louder than yours, which only made you more aroused. If you didn’t have this knife on your throat, your lips would have been sealed around her nipples, sucking and biting them to bring her closer to her orgasm that was building and threatening to explode.

Again, this all just added more to the scenario. How you could break out of the cuffs and swap the role, easily swiping the knife out of her hand if you wanted to, but after the week you’d had, you had made peace with the fact that you were going to sit on that chair and be fucked by the dildo.

You were so hypnotised by watching her pleasure that when she turned the vibrator up in settings and, your own orgasm suddenly tightened in your core and tingled down your thighs had, your eyes snapping shut, lips quivering with the tumbling of groans.

“You wanna cum?” Natasha asks, not stopping in her movements. All you could do was grunt a yes in response, still being cautious of the knife at your throat. The woman above you laughs, tilting her hips back slightly on your thighs so that the vibrator is no longer pressed against your clit, “Nope, I want to cum first, then maybe I’ll let you cum”.

You were so lost in the pleasure that you screamed in frustration, but thankfully, the pressure of the knife eased as Natasha’s focus was on her pleasure. Her hips continued to fuck the dildo, which was still moving in and out of your hole, giving you some sort of satisfaction but not enough to feel as good as she did as her eyes rolled back.

The noises and shivers running through her body were beautiful, and your mouth dropped open in awe, wishing one more that you could be kissing or licking her in some way. She trembled through her orgasm and eventually sagged as relief blazed in her eyes as they returned to looking at you.

Without another word, her hips begin to move more vigorously, the dildo pounding into your cervix as the wand is pressed deeply into your clit, on an even higher setting that was near to being overwhelming. Your ankles and wrists were aching from tugging on them in instinct, wishing to move with the barrage of pleasure pulsing through your core.

It didn’t take you much time before you were screaming just as loudly as Natasha through your orgasm. As your head slumped forward against her shoulder, it was then that you realised the knife had moved away as she held you for a moment, hand fingers tickling the delicate skin at the nape of your neck.

Natasha pulled back first, hands cupping your cheeks to draw your attention back to her. “If you ever get into any of this trouble again”, she huffs, pointing to your wounds. “I’m never letting you cum again”.

With that last message, she stood, pulling out the dildo, which was drenched in both of your juices and the vibrator. She disappeared from sight, going to the bathroom to clean the toys, and a moment later, she returned, now dressed in her usual day clothes and packing her bag.

You slump in the chair, watching her move, waiting for her to undo your bindings, but she continues to ignore you.

“Are you going to untie me?” you ask with all the sass that you could muster.

Natasha looks at you over her shoulder with a sinister smirk, “Nope”. Slinging the rucksack over her shoulder, she stalks over, tilting your head back so she can lean down and peck your lips harshly. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Cya later, Sugar. Stay out of trouble”.

Without giving you time to answer or even sigh in frustration, she's out of the door, leaving you naked and strapped to the chair. Taking a moment to gather whatever energy you had left, you skillfully removed the handcuffs, broke free of the zip ties and began to look around the room, hoping she hadn’t just left you there without any clothing to wear.

Thankfully, there was a bathrobe, which was enough for now. Pulling it on, your hands slipped into the pockets automatically to find warmth, but instead, your fingers wrapped around the hard drive that Natasha had purposefully hidden in there for you to find with a note that read, “I still win”.

[irelandking]

avenger/agent reader fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

one shots:

devotion - @avecra

When a mission with Sam goes wrong, and you’re left bruised and battered, Bucky is there to piece you back together. ❤️😔

teach me - @buckyalpine

bucky x inexperienced reader, Prompt: 7. Sleep princess, you need it 🔥

lessons in love - @violentdelightsandviolentends

Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you. ❤️

the last first kiss - @witchywithwhiskey

you and bucky barnes have gotten close while on a month-long SHIELD mission together, but when natasha romanoff starts asking bucky about his relationship with you, you overhear something that makes you think your feelings are entirely one-sided. ❤️😔

scary movie - @moonbeambucky

The Avengers spend their night off watching a scary movie. ❤️

fallin' for you - @moonbeambucky

The Avengers spend their day off at a farm near the compound where the leafs aren’t the only things that have fallen ❤️😔

lucky - @moonbeambucky

Bucky Barnes was not a lucky man but after meeting you will his luck change? ❤️😔

eyes - @samingtonwilson

Bucky can’t make eye contact very much anymore even with the girl he loves because he’s scared of what he’ll see, or really of what he might not see. (prompt “Please just look at me while I confess, after that you can look anywhere you like, I swear.” is bolded in story) ❤️

mission report: laundry day - @buckysmischief

You and Bucky have been secretly dating for over a year, what will it finally take for the others to find out? ❤️

a wish for 100 - @viollettes

Midnight strikes, officially marking Bucky’s 100th birthday. You surprise the super-soldier with a small treat and a gift that has potential to change everything. ❤️

a thief in the night - @redgillan

A Buck imagine where you both have a secret affair at the tower and one time you’re over at his apartment and you spend another night together. After you cuddle afterwards, you get up to leave but Bucky grabs you and pulls you back into him, begging you to stay cause he dont want it to be a secret anymore. You stay and get official then :) Also with a smutty part hihi :) Requested by Anonymous. ❤️🔥

always more of a hot chocolate person - @ijustreallylovezebras

At meetings with the rest of the Avengers tea and coffee is always offered around but the reader always says no ❤️

a bid on bucky - @samingtonwilson

You spend thousands of dollars at a bachelor auction for Bucky when you could’ve had him for free this entire time. ❤️

repairs - @samingtonwilson

 In love with the robotics expert in charge of repairing his arm, Bucky’s explanations for malfunctions get more and more creative. - requested by @elaine-spades ❤️

get to know you - @notimetoblog

A Secret Santa gift exchange brings two unsuspecting Avengers closer. ❤️

the pain you feel - @meek-boy-rogers

Y/N can feel the pain Bucky is enduring, and vice versa. She feels the immense pain, he feels the soft touch of her fingers along his arm after particularly painful days. (Soulmate AU the two can feel pain, touches, etc.)  ❤️😔

out the window - @meek-boy-rogers

Y/N is set on befriending Bucky Barnes. She is set on making him as comfortable as possible in the Avengers Tower. She wants him to trust more people. ❤️

why is she wearing my hoodie? - @writing-soldiers

Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to?  ❤️

this means war - @moonbeambucky

Pranking the Avengers was all fun and games but when Bucky snaps you wonder if you’ve gone too far. ❤️😔

a harmless crush - @omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts

Assigned to the Winter Soldier by S.H.I.E.L.D to help him to accommodate to society, staying in the Avenger’s tower, and occasionally doing paperwork for STARK industries, you’ve grown close to James Buchanan Barnes, developing a crush on him in the process. So when you, reluctantly, tag along to a baseball game with the Avengers, and the kiss cam lands on you and Bucky, things get interesting. ❤️

the date - @softlyspector

Bucky is a nervous wreck that asks the reader on a date. It goes differently and better than expected. Anxious!Bucky. ❤️

healing and healed - @softlyspector

Y/N is always healing Bucky, no matter how small the injury. Based on this ask. ❤️

music - @softlyspector

Bucky doesn’t really understand ‘modern’ music. The reader is there to help ❤️

tease - @beckzorz

A fake date with a Danish alien tech dealer. Bucky gets bored, and maybe a little jealous, while he’s waiting in the command truck outside. It’s all downhill from there. 🔥

you're teasing me - @the-bau-quinjet

Sam offers to help you when Bucky refuses to duet with you on karaoke night. ❤️

my name isn't - @the-bau-quinjet

You find out the guys (Bucky, Steve, and Sam) have a bet as to who can kiss you first, so you confront them at Tony’s team building karaoke night. ❤️

i can do more - @the-bau-quinjet

The team underestimates Y/N’s strength until one day when her powers save them all ❤️

distraction - @itsapeterthing

request: “bucky x reader where reader is really attracted to bucky’s fighting side while he’s defeating the bad guys?” ❤️😔

made to fit - @abovethesmokestacks

reader knits bucky a sweater ❤️

seven minutes in heaven - @lokidoki-imagines

There was no prompt for this one, but I just needed to write a bit of Bucky loving and this kinda just came out…Sorry not sorry for the straight up filth! Just remember to wrap it before you tap it kids  🔥

imagine being in a secret relationship with bucky - @yeahbutimagine

Combining @crayonbreaker ’s request with an other one I got. The prompts were n°32 (you know what’s the best part about not wearing makeup/ you can rub your eyes whenever you want) and the 2nd rq by @anahi0101 wanted a fluffy fic where the reader and Buck have been secretly dating and the team finds out. ❤️

drunk in love @bethdutten

you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and-- fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him ❤️🔥😔

one of the guys - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you play get down mr. president with the boys and get hurt ❤️😔

number one fan - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you prank bucky by wearing falcon merch ❤️

keep warm - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you and bucky after a mission in a safe house sharing a bed ❤️

drunk words are sober truths - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

bucky gets drunk off asgardian mead and confesses his feelings ❤️

concussed - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

“Hello! I’m an absolute wh0re for hurt/comfort and wanted to request if you could pleeeeaase write reader really sick with a concussion + soft caretaker Buck?” ❤️

be my sidekick - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you and bucky go and see movies together and get together ❤️

how's your head? - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you get harassed on the subway and bucky helps take care of you ❤️

seeing red - @buckysfaveplum

bucky can’t just sit and watch as a man makes you uncomfortable in a bar ❤️

more than safe - @witchywithwhiskey

when you're injured on a mission in sokovia, bucky barnes comes to help—and you share a soft moment together ❤️😔

make believe on christmas eve - @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

When your family insists you bring your [nonexistent] long-term boyfriend over for Christmas, you panic. You hadn’t expected to be put in this situation; you never thought you’d actually have to bring “him” over. ❤️

drive? - @softlyspector

Bucky asks the reader on a date to which she readily agrees. Or, Bucky’s attempt at a car make out. ❤��

i love you - @ugh-supersoldiers

‘I love you’ isn’t a phrase you expect to hear from Bucky Barnes anytime soon, so when those three daunting words slip from your lips on a romantic getaway around Christmastime, your certain he won’t respond well, but he proves you very wrong… ❤️🔥

trapped - @notyetneedcoffee

Reader is trapped on a mission with Bucky. Sex pollen story.🔥

[tum-tigger]

Tagged by @where-them-kinomiya-at in the "9 people you would like to get to know better" tag game. Thanks for tagging me! 🥰

1. Top 3 ships: Since I've got Beyblade on the mind recently, gonna go with MaxMar, RaySal, and TyHil. Honorable mentions from other fandoms would include Lancitty, Smellershot, Thinkfast, etc. 2. First ship: I honestly think it was Ray and Salima. They're the first two I remember wanting desperately to be together. It's partly because the first episode of Beyblade I saw was "The Bigger the Cyber Driger... The Harder it Falls". Loved them ever since. 3. Last song: Paris by Taylor Swift. I'm grateful every day that Taylor loves a good bridge. 4. Last movie: Me Before You - this was on my list to watch for forever and I finally did. I cried. 5. Currently reading: I started "The Summer Skies" by Jenny Colgan in September when it still felt like summer. Then the fall chill crept in and I got stuck in limbo wanting to reread Harry Potter or a good murder mystery. I haven't done either. 😖 6. Currently watching: Rewatching "Marvel's Agents of Shield". I don't think I ever saw the later seasons, so excited for that, even though I have a feeling the plot will get more and more convoluted. 7. Currently consuming: Nothing, actually. 8. Currently craving: A drive in the mountains with crisp, fall air, sunshine, and all the technicolor foliage a person can dream up. Pumpkin patch stop and iced coffee optional. 🍁

Gonna tag: @redwheeler, @too-raph, @ashxketchum, @ceruleanmusings, and @some-user56 but don't feel like you have to! ♥

[sailforvalinor]

Tagged by @kanerallels to play this game--thanks friend! I figured I'd start a new chain, as the last one was getting a little long:

Comfort movie: Hmmm...any Jane Austen adaptation (excluding the new Persuasion of course), especially Emma (2009).

Comfort TV show: Agents of Shield, 2000's Disney sitcoms, the Poirot show from the 80s, and (strangely enough) Endeavour.

Comfort food: Honestly? Sushi. Or an entire pot of tea to myself.

Comfort clothes: Probably my nice sweatpants I bought at my university and a cozy sweatshirt or a shawl.

Comfort songs: This varies constantly--right now I'm finding belting Paramore in the car to be very cathartic, lol. Also just about anything by The Arcadian Wild and Sleeping at Last. And Kingdom Hearts music, specifically "Dearly Beloved," "Hikari," and "Ventus's Theme."

Comfort game: Professor Layton and the Miracle Mask, Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days, and Final Fantasy XV. As for board/card games, Life, Clue, and Apples to Apples have always been favorites.

Tagging @novelmonger, @braveheartstoryteller, and whoever else would like to play!

[moogghost]

okay i recently finished side order and i felt like compiling my thoughts here since honestly it's easier to write them out on here/get my point across than a list on discord. not gonna tag this one mainly bc i don't really post splatoon stuff now + i just don't feel like tagging it tbh. warning that i will be discussing heavy spoilers for side order even if i'm mostly talking about gameplay stuff

i Do really like how the gameplay is structured with side order actually the roguelike style is done pretty well and it's enjoyable to replay through and whatnot. it's not for everyone obviously but even with pmd as my only technical roguelike that i've played i still do enjoy this gameplay style as a nice break from the typical splatoon story mode structure tbh

the music is absolutely banger i Have listened to the boss themes outside of the game bc i simply like them

i'm kinda happy to see replica weapons again but at the same time i really wish some of them could've been alternate kits or smth bc. honestly i'd try luna blaster for real if i didn't hate both kits and i still think stamper nouveau should've gotten fizzy and crab. like i get why it wouldn't work but still

i will say that although i really wish there were at least four bosses to encounter on 10F and 20F for more variety the ones we do have are very cool and fun to fight (except like . parallel canon is a bit bland to me when ignoring the whole agent 4 thing sorry it's just charger practice for me if anything). personally pinball circle is my favourite i think it's just silly. and while the screaming noise tower is my enemy (light-heartedly it just freaks me out in a not good way in terms of anxiety. the slightly darker stage than usual for the spotlight and the noises freaked me out sorry). like it's a very well designed boss and i like the creativity in how it's fought i will say that outright! like it's boss theme is actually my favourite besides the final boss theme it's just that it unsettles me in an unfortunate way but otherwise? my personal grievances aside it's a very good boss it does its job well

i like the weapon upgrades for the most part? keep in mind i've only beaten the game with brella, roller, and charger atm but i do enjoy them a lot honestly and it makes levels really fun sometimes. like my charger run was really fun by the end with the portal stages bc of how much range, quick charge, and power up you can get if not really stressful bc of well. charger (and also bc i went out of my way to get killer wail sorry it's my baby and also i needed Not triple inkstrike for the final boss). and i like the option of choosing whether to go for them or not bc personally i didn't wanna get the undercover update for my brella simply bc i liked being able to push the enemies away further with my shield launch. which arguably i should've just gone for no shield launch anyways but

can i just say that brella's splatoon 2 kit was just really good to play in this dlc? like. ignoring the fact that i regularly play brellas for a moment sprinkler genuinely is really good in side order. the enemies struggle to destroy it from what i've seen and it chips away at their health which is Really good when combo'd with poison ink and/or hindrance ink. the same also applies with ink storm you just get it less than sprinkler. like no joke i actually beat order with fucking sprinkler chip damage the first time around. like i was so appalled at the kit choice at first but honestly i have so much respect for it now it hard carried me during my first successful run of the game. sprinkler mvp

and splitting up some of my more negative thoughts/my criticisms bc Yeah i do enjoy the dlc a lot but also i have Issues with it still

i know it's like a roguelike and your expected to go through it multiple times it's part of the gameplay loop etc etc. but also i just don't really like how much of a grind it feels like to get hacks/stuff at the store in postgame. like side order is DEFINITELY more generous than salmon run is with scales don't get me wrong but it still feels like a definite grind each time? then again i'm just not as much of a fan of grinding for stuff in splatoon than i would be grinding for things in rpgs by default sooo take that as you will. it doesn't feel enough that i wouldn't go out of my way to grind for certain things since there is some stuff i'd want to get both in terms of hacks and store stuff bc it isn't salmon run but Yeah

on that note i need like. a 'bad at game' kind of easy mode bc while yes i do enjoy the challenge some times and true, i can get through the spire with a few weapons. hear me out i really hate getting like three fucking rigorous floors as options and then i reset and then get even worse ones. that are like impossible for me to do whether it be a skill issue or literally bc my weapon is at least somewhat shit at it (cough cough SPLAT ZONES LEVELS cough). like i really wish they gave you more of an option with choosing difficulty overall bc like. sorry but some of these levels i simply cannot 'get gud' at them

also this dlc made me despise splat zones i think (i'm only half joking bc i just think zones is kinda boring if you aren't playing with people you know but also bc this dlc made some of the most hellish splat zones levels)

and another thing. those sniper enemies can fuck off actually they have such a good design but i really really hate how many of them spawn in some of the later levels like it doesn't even feel fair at a certain point

i'm sorry but there was such a lack of story to me and i was not that much of a fan despite not really being here for the lore or story as much now. like the characters are very good yeah but i feel like there should've been more of a plot? like yeah there's a straightforward plot true but it feels very bare bones and just a way to explain the gameplay structure/loop idk if i'm explaining this right bc i'm not saying it has to be anything grand but i am saying there was room for more story to be present and it just doesn't really feel there (and the dev logs do not count to me bc you have to kinda grind to get all of those and that's kinda. hmm. if it's story related). like i get that some of it is in part of the fact that they Expect you to know these characters but ghh. it could've been done so much better i feel

going further on the story stuff sorry i enjoy the main villain a decent amount after a few times clearing the spire again i think order/smollusk is silly and as i got more used to the plot given but also i will say i wasn't all too much of a fan of the AI goes rogue against its creator and is evil thing at first. like i got over it eventually but like it still kinda bugged me. partially bc yeah system moment there's definitely a robot headmate up in my brain that i know wasn't the biggest fan but also bc like. idk it just either could've been written like. more interesting (which is mostly an issue on with the story just being a lack thereof). or like something else idk it's just not the most interesting antagonist plot for me and while there's nothing inherently wrong with it i just feel they either could've done more with it in a more interesting way bc there's like Potential there or just done something else. idk that's just my own personal thoughts though

also i get that it's kinda explained in the dev logs with the stuff about sanitized octarians and whatnot but why is acht just. there. and just doesn't do all too much outside of being in the tutorial kind of. like i do enjoy them as a character i just don't get why they're just there without elaborating that much on it but also this leans into the story stuff. also kinda not a fan of the lore changes/retcons which yeah they can do that if they want but like. it feels like it was changed to specifically fit in with the loose plot given and idk that kind of bugs me bc then it just feels like the only reason they really grabbed acht for side order was bc they're the only real character that was fully sanitized. idk i could be wrong bc i certainly haven't gotten all of the dev logs yet or missed some stuff but that's just what it feels like to me personally

i said it earlier kind of but also i really really wish some of the order replicas were replicas of some of the alt kits already in the game instead of the base kit <3 sorry order brella ily but in multiplayer i don't think i'll have the patience i wish you were a sorella kit palette swap instead (the same Would go to the splatana but like. sorry i don't like toxic mist on stamper specifically can you tell /lh). it also makes me wish you could swap kits between like the base and alt kits bc now this just makes me wish i had sprinkler killer wail tri-stringer in the base game

also on the topic of weapons. can i just say i'm so tired of them fucking over inkjet these days. like why the hell was the splatoon 2 special carried over to splatoon 3 not an available special in the splatoon 2 themed dlc. why. why are the devs so allergic to putting inkjet on weapons nowadays (context the newest inkjet weapon was in sizzle season 2023). like this isn't even my favourite special to use or just in general at most i just think it's a cool special that's one of the better specials i can get in salmon run. but either way i'm utterly baffled why it isn't in this dlc. like they really did implement so much sting ray in the boss attacks but couldn't find a way to include inkjet despite it being in the splatoon 3 story mode too like Okay (sorry the way inkjet is shafted just bugs me A Lot)

again i mentioned this a bit earlier but i really wish there were more than the three bosses we got. like ik it's splatoon three but also it just doesn't feel like enough variety for me especially in a roguelike style game. like yes you can fix the predictability by just never having the reveal bosses on 10F or 20F on or just never buying it so it always feels random but also even then it still feels kinda stale in a gameplay sense bc you know its one of those three specific bosses if that means anything (since three isn't really. a high number). and also bc it means i'd experience the screaming tower less if there were more bosses and that's personally a win for me

my last kind of complaint is honestly more of a criticism of not just the side order part of the dlc but just in general but like. idk entirely how i feel about how much splatsville got sidelined in its own debut game in favour of dlc. which was primarily for the dlc campaign yes but also for the nostalgia factor of having inkopolis square and inkopolis plaza as world hubs. like idk there was a more coherent thought with this that just goes into my criticisms about how the game is handled itself so i won't go into detail here since this is about side order specifically but idk i just find it kind of frustrating in a sense i guess

[nekoannie-chan]

Game

Title: Game.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of HYDRA!Reader.

Word count: 381 words.

Square: E2 “Russian roulette.”

Rating: Mature.

Summary: Steve and you played a deadly game.

Major Tags: Mention of a gun, Russian roulette.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo round 3. SB3090.

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Steve had followed a trail to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town, where you were supposed to be.

The factory was deserted, the sound of his boots echoing on the concrete floor as he advanced cautiously, shield in hand. In a dark and dusty room, Steve finally found you. You were sitting in an old wooden chair with a serene expression on your face, as if you had been waiting for him.

"I knew you'd come, Captain," you said.

"You always know everything, don't you?" Steve replied dismissively. "But this time, I've got you cornered."

You smiled slightly and pulled a small pistol from his bag.

"How about we make it more interesting?" you suggested, twisting the revolver's barrel and making sure only one bullet was loaded. "Russian roulette."

Steve didn't want to play, but he knew he didn't have much choice. If he tried to disarm you right away, you might shoot.

"All right," he agreed.

You raised the gun and pointed it at your own temple. You turned the barrel and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger. There was a sharp click; without flinching, you passed the revolver to Steve.

Steve took the gun, his gaze locked on yours. He took a deep breath and turned the barrel again. He raised the gun, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger. Another click. He passed the gun back.

The game continued each click echoing through the room like a drumbeat of impending death. Neither of them blinked, keeping calm under unbearable tension.

On the sixth round, the reader turned the drum again and raised the gun for the last time. "It looks like we're both luckier than we thought," you muttered before pulling the trigger. Click.

"It looks like fate is smiling on us today," he said, slowly approaching.

Suddenly, in an unexpected move, you pulled out a small device and activated it. An explosion of smoke filled the room, momentarily blinding Steve. By the time the smoke cleared, you had disappeared, leaving behind only the revolver on the floor.

Steve picked up the gun and sighed. "Until next time," he muttered. He knew it wouldn't be the last time they saw each other; even if you were part of HYDRA, he wanted you by his side.