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Celebrating - A Private Man, Chapter 25

Summary: Christmas Day brings an assortment of guests to the Barnes / Proctor household.

Length: 5.3 K

Characters: Bucky, Tracey, Rebecca, Rhodes, Janice, Peter Parker, Olivia Walker

Warnings: Some bittersweet memories but mostly fluff

Author notes: I wish Bucky had received something definite from MCU Tony Stark about the death of his parents. My take on what could have been is here. Divider by vecteezy.com

<<Chapter 24

The following day, Christmas Day, saw a gift exchange that brought all three women in Bucky's life to tears as they opened the heartfelt gifts he got them. Janice received a warm hug from Bucky for the 18-year-old bottle of Macallan Scotch she gave him. Rhodes name was also on the gift and the two men shook hands. Bucky gave Rhodes some cigars. He looked at the box.

"How did you get Cuban cigars?" he asked. "They're illegal to bring into the US."

Bucky smirked. "Didn't come through customs from Wakanda," he said. "I bought them in the Bahamas. They weren't illegal when I was a young man."

"Let me get this straight," said Rhodes. "You bought Cuban cigars on your honeymoon, knowing that you couldn't bring them through US customs .... Oh, I get it. You knew you wouldn't be coming home the same way. I should report you; you know."

"You could or you could just accept them and have one out in the back yard with me later," smiled the super soldier. "It's kind of silly to prevent the best cigars in the world from entering your country. I mean, the Bahamas and Canada allows them and last time I checked they were both pretty good places.”

Rhodes looked at the box for some time before he decided to keep them.

"If anyone finds out it will be my job," he said. "But what the hell. You only live once."

Bucky clapped Rhodes on the shoulder then looked at Rebecca's gift, opening it eagerly. She bought Bucky the latest book on astronomy and a book on alien intelligence that explored the intelligence of some of the world's most unique animals.

"I've been looking at this book for a while," he said. "You must have been looking at my search history. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she smiled.

Tracey came forward then and held out a little box to Bucky. "I didn't know what to get you then Rebecca told me something," she said. "She said you had to sell a motorbike you restored because of bills."

Bucky's face went pale as he opened the box to find a key. He dangled it.

"This isn't a motorbike key," he said, puzzled. "The one I restored didn't have a key."

"I know," she replied. "That's the key to a storage locker where there is another motorcycle for you to restore. Pepper Stark helped me find it. It's a World War II Indian Scout model that was used by the US army, possibly even by the Howling Commandos. The provenance is kind of muddy on that as it appears it was rebuilt using parts from several motorcycles at one point. It needs a lot of work. Once we get that garage built at the house I figured it would keep you busy during your down times."

He said nothing at first, then he got up and pulled Tracey into a tight embrace before kissing her passionately. The other three looked self-consciously at each other as the couple became lost in each other.

"I guess he likes his present," said Rebecca.

Bucky pulled away from his kiss. "Hell yes," he replied. "Can I go look at it?"

"Sure, I wrote the address of the storage locker down," said Tracey. "Just don't ask me to ride it when you're done. I'm terrified of them."

"Oh, darling, if I'm riding it you're riding with me," said Bucky with a big grin. "I'll never let you fall."

He got his jacket on then looked at Rhodes and motioned for him to join him. With a smile the new director of the Avengers jumped up and grabbed his jacket. They headed out the door and were soon on their way to the storage facility. When they arrived Bucky inputted the code on the keypad then drove to the storage locker. Kneeling down he unlocked the lock and slid open the door. The outline of a motorcycle was under a tarpaulin. Turning on the overhead light he lifted the tarpaulin off and gasped at the bike.

"Look at that," said Rhodes, kneeling down beside it. "A classic."

"Huh," said Bucky, running his hand over the seat, then over the saddlebags.

He removed them and pulled a Swiss Army knife out of his pocket, using it to remove some screws from the rear fender. It was just enough for him to lift it slightly so that he could look on the underside. He must have found what he was looking for because he smiled broadly.

"It's Bessie," he said. "It's really her." He looked at Rhodes. "We had several of these in the Howling Commandos. Steve rode a Harley WLA Liberator, a monster of a bike that was customized for him, but the rest of us liked the handling on these. They were easy for us to maintain and repair. We put them through hell and if they did get damaged it was easy to get replacement parts. Other units would just put theirs back into the motor pool, but we took them and cannibalized parts from the one that was damaged the most." He shifted his attention to the front fender and felt along a spot inside the edge with his finger. Another big grin erupted on his face. "It's really her. I fixed this bike in 1944. Other parts of it are different ... like that seat and some of the motor parts but I rode this bike."

"That's incredible," said Rhodes. "What are the chances? How did you learn to work on them? Were you a mechanic?"

"Not trained as one but I learned the basics about cars from my dad. When I worked on the docks before the war we could be assigned to a repair dock and I learned more about engines there. Once I joined the Howling Commandos it pretty much was what we did in our down time, that is when we weren't in the pubs or chasing girls. I can't believe this."

Rhodes looked inside the saddle bags and noticed a Manila envelope inside. There were records of what had been found out about the motorcycle prior to Tracey buying it. He skimmed through it then found the part about the Howling Commandos, handing it to Bucky.

Reading it, Bucky shook his head in disbelief. "After I fell they put this back into the motor pool but no one would take it out because it was associated with me and I bought the farm. It didn't get ridden for the rest of the war. The Smithsonian took it ...." His voice trailed off and he put his hand to his mouth, handing the page to Rhodes.

He read it then looked at Bucky before he finished it. "When it was determined that Bucky Barnes was the Winter Soldier it was removed from the Smithsonian exhibit on the Howling Commandos and sat in a storage facility for several years, its provenance deliberately destroyed because of the actions of the HYDRA super soldier. The decision was made to destroy the motorcycle because of its connection to the assassin." He looked at Bucky. "Obviously that didn't happen." Quickly he scanned through the remaining pages. "A private collector formally objected to the destruction of the motorcycle and offered the Smithsonian a million dollars for it. In early 2018 he was permitted to buy it at that price. It was kept in a storage locker.... Bucky, it was brought here, to this address. Whoever bought it wanted you to have it."

"Does it say who the collector was?" asked Bucky, his face neutral. "Is there anything identifying who it was?"

"Nothing, except he was a mechanic," said Rhodes. He gave out a short grunt. "Shit, I think I know who it was."

He went back to the saddlebags, re-checking the one he took the large envelope out of then the other, finding another smaller envelope. It was addressed to Bucky. Gingerly, he took the envelope from Rhodes and opened it, finding a folded letter inside. He looked at the signature then back to Rhodes.

"Go ahead, read it out loud," said the other man.

Clearing his throat Bucky began reading.

February 17, 2018

To: Bucky Barnes

I can't begin this letter in the usual way as you are not dear to me. I'm still working on forgiveness but that is my issue. Since you and Cap left me in my broken suit in that Siberian hell hole I've had the time and the opportunity to explore the HYDRA files on what you were subjected to as a prisoner of war. There is no doubt in my mind that what you underwent would break any man. That you managed to break free at all must be a testament to the real James Barnes, the one that Cap saw and fought for. I accept that now. It doesn't make my parents' death any easier to accept. Rather, it angers me even more that some individual decided that the serum, that was forced upon you, was worth more than the lives of Howard and Maria Stark. That they had to wipe your memories, and subject you to a horrific level of torture to ensure your compliance in their demise angers me. You were not responsible for their death, but everyone who kept you in servitude was, including Alexander Pierce and his band of thugs who infiltrated SHIELD, betraying everything it was supposed to stand for.

I don't know if you will ever make it back home to the States. I hope you do. Having learned that you were given asylum and treated by the Wakandans I am confident they were able to provide you with some peace and a reason for you to go on. You don't need to fear that I will come looking for retribution. It won't bring my parents back and it will just add to the wrongs that were done to you.

If you are reading this letter sometime in the future it means you have come home and you have been reacquainted with the motorcycle, the same motorcycle you used, worked on and cherished in World War 2. From one mechanic to another, she's a beauty, a true workhorse of a machine. I think she may have been used a little for parts while she sat unused in the motor pool and that someone from the Smithsonian without an imagination put any old replacement part on her to put her in their Howling Commandos display. The tassels on the seat and saddle bags definitely have to go. In the storage locker where the motorcycle is stored are several boxes of replacement parts to restore her to what she was during the war, a great motorcycle.

Accept this as a peace offering from this mechanic to you. Someday, I'll be ready to forgive you for what you had no choice in. Perhaps then we can work together on her, talk engines, and drink some good scotch. Until then, be well.

Tony Stark

Bucky looked up from the letter, a little shaken, and folded the letter back into the envelope. Behind him he saw several boxes and opened them, seeing a multitude of parts, perhaps even enough to build a second motorcycle if he ever came across another derelict specimen. He stood up and faced Rhodes.

"I don't think I can accept this," he said. "Stark paid a million dollars for this. I'm not sure I'm worth that kind of gift."

"Tony was a billionaire," said Rhodes. "A million was no big deal to him but maybe doing this was. The aftermath of the fight in Leipzig that split us apart, then you and Cap fighting against him in Siberia, had quite the effect on him. He was used to being right almost all the time. It was easy for him to see you as a villain until he saw the evidence of what HYDRA did to you. I knew he was diving deep into your past because he wanted to be right about painting you as evil. The evidence didn't support that, and he began to question a lot of his perceptions. It got worse after the Snap because he blamed himself but when he found out that you fought on the line in Wakanda, I guess it finally hit him that without the HYDRA programming you were heroic. Take it, enjoy it. It's what he wanted for you, to enjoy this motorcycle again. I was his best friend for a long time, and I believe he did this as a gesture, a grand Tony Stark gesture, but a genuine one."

For a few more moments Bucky stood there. "Do you think Tracey knows?" he asked.

Rhodes shook his head. "Knowing Pepper she likely made it sound like a bargain of a deal that she came across. She probably took a reasonable amount from Tracey and gave it to a charity. I'm guessing Pepper knew Tony did this and saw it as an opportunity to get it to you. Don't tell Tracey as it was still a gift from her heart."

Nodding, Bucky covered up the boxes and the motorcycle, resting his hand on top of it for a moment before turning off the light and closing the door, then locking it. The two men got back into the SUV then Bucky turned to Rhodes.

"Now that I have you here, I have to ask," he said, grinning slightly. "What are your intentions with my mother-in-law?"

Rhodes grinned back. "Quite honourable," he replied. "I enjoy her company, she enjoys mine. We haven't ... you know but once her divorce is final I can see our relationship progressing. I wouldn't ask her to move and leave your sister stranded. They're quite the pair, I'll tell you. Does that satisfy you?"

"It does," replied Bucky. "We'll talk more over scotch and a cigar tonight, after dinner."

With smiles between them the two men returned back to the house where the preparations for Christmas dinner were already underway. Both of them asked to help and were put to work preparing vegetables, peeling, or chopping what was assigned to them. When the doorbell rang Bucky went to the door, looking through the cutout window and smiled. He opened it up to the dark-haired woman standing there, offering her his hand.

"You came," he said. "I'm glad. Please, come in."

When she entered he offered to take her coat, hanging it up in the closet. Tracey came to the door as he had told her about the invitation when they went to bed the night before.

"Tracey, this is Olivia Walker, John's wife," he said. "Olivia, my wife Tracey. Come in and meet the others."

Smiling tentatively, Olivia entered and shook hands with Tracey, then reached inside a bag, bringing out a wrapped present.

"This is just a little thank you for inviting me here today," she said. "It's just chocolates. I was going to eat them on my own while I watched TV."

Tracey immediately extended an arm to Olivia and hugged her, bringing tears to both their eyes.

"No one should be on their own for Christmas Day," she whispered. "You're more than welcome. Come into the kitchen. Everyone is there."

Bucky watched as Tracey introduced Olivia to everyone; so proud of his sister as she also hugged Walker's wife. Janice was warm to her and Rhodes told her that he would be keeping an eye on her husband, making sure he was treated with dignity as his case made its way through the justice system.

"I was there when Dr. Strange and Wong undid what Karl Mordo did to your husband," he said. "It overwhelmed him. He'll be alright and if he gets some counselling, I'm sure he'll come through it."

"Thank you," she said. "I know that when Val began talking about this group they were forming he was alarmed. That's why he tried to warn you, Bucky. I couldn't believe that it was all a ruse to get you to trust him because he came to admire you a lot in the past year. You adapted to live a normal life and he began to hope that perhaps he could do the same." She waved her hands across her face, trying to keep from crying, while breathing deeply. "Now, what can I help with? Please give me something to do."

Janice brought out several containers full of baked treats, then found a Christmas platter for them to be arranged on, leaving that task to Olivia. With Rhodes offering her a drink of egg nog, they all jumped back into preparing dinner together. A vibration from Bucky's phone had him pulling it out of his pocket and going into the living room where he looked at the text message, then laughed.

"Do we have enough food to feed a few more people?" he asked. "Peter spent the evening at his girlfriend's home. Their stove broke and they can't make Christmas dinner. So, he's asking for himself, MJ, her mother, and his friend Ned."

Rebecca came out from the kitchen. "We have more than enough food for them, but you'll have to set up another table out here."

"I'll go out to the shed and get the patio table," said Bucky. "There are three chairs with it and maybe one of the chairs from the bedroom."

Placing her hand on his cheek, Rebecca smiled. "It's just like the old days, isn't it? When we had Steve and his ma over, then someone else would knock on the door and Ma would invite them to stay. How many times did we have a full house because Ma kept asking people?"

"I seem to remember it was most years," replied Bucky, hugging his sister. "Maybe they have some board games we could play after."

"Not Monopoly!" yelled Janice, from the kitchen. "I hate that game."

With a grin Bucky phoned Peter and told him everyone was welcome, and to bring board games for after, as long as Monopoly wasn't one of them. As soon as he hung up Bucky put his jacket and boots on then went out back to the shed, wading through the snow drift in front of the shed. After unlocking it he stepped inside and pulled out the three patio chairs, then the table. They would need to be wiped down so he left them on the back steps while he went inside and got some rags to clean them up a bit. Once he was satisfied he carried the furniture inside, setting the pieces up at the edge of the living room, close enough to the dining room that they wouldn't feel too separate. Olivia came over with a tablecloth and together they set the extra table.

By the time Peter and the others arrived the dinner was almost ready. They didn't come empty handed, as MJ's mother, Madeleine, brought some of her own baking and a salad that she had already prepared. The three younger visitors brought several games each, not one of them Monopoly. As the food was brought out and placed on the kitchen counter so everyone could help themselves then find a place to sit at the tables Tracey put a Christmas music playlist on then excused herself suddenly, quickly going to the bathroom. Bucky followed her then came back, apologizing to the newcomers.

"Sorry, she's experiencing some morning sickness right now."

"She's expecting?" asked Olivia. "I thought ... never mind." Everyone looked at her strangely while she looked embarrassed. "Of course, Val would lie. She said you were sterile. Apparently Alexander Pierce told Thaddeus Ross and he told her. Pierce said it was better that way because your kids would be ... I'm sorry but I can't repeat it. It was disgusting. Another reason why John wanted out. They kept telling him how special he was then he'd hear them talk about him in the same way." She started to cry. "We decided not to have any kids because we didn't want to subject them ...."

Tracey came out to hear the last bit and looked at Bucky, who nodded. Gently, Tracey helped Olivia up from her chair and took her to their bedroom. Bucky went with them. As Olivia and Tracey sat on the bed Bucky leaned against the door, his face concerned.

"They told you they would be little monsters, didn't they?" asked Tracey. "That the changes in John would transfer over and make them unmanageable."

"They knew about the Siberian super soldiers," stated Bucky. "They were unmanageable because those people were already hardened killers, with no sense of empathy, or feeling about what they were doing. The serum amplified it. Olivia, you know what John did in Latvia."

Olivia nodded. "He tried to brush it off as justified but I knew. The things he had to do in the military really messed with his head. You have to believe me, he is a good person, deep down but after Afghanistan he was suffering. He tried to hide it from me, but I knew. After he took the serum, I could see he was different. At the time he wanted to believe he did it for the best of reasons but the things that Val had him do since then made him think that he wasn't a good man, and he began to question it. You were the only one he could talk to about it, the only one that would understand."

"He needs help," said Bucky. "Professional help. I talked to him on the phone before I phoned you." Olivia looked at him, surprised. "I can't forgive him yet but I will help him. First of all, he has to be honest with himself and with you. Until he does that, nothing I say will make a difference."

"The baby, was it planned or accidental?" she asked.

"Completely an accident," smiled Tracey. "I had an IUD, which moved, making the pregnancy possible." She looked at Bucky. "Being the first woman pregnant with a super soldier baby means that I'm going to be monitored closely. I'm a nurse so I get the medical and scientific reasons for it but honestly, a part of me is worried. There have already been some things in me that have changed. I heal faster, just like Bucky. It's made me wonder if I'll get some super strength or other abilities as the baby's hormones flood my body. Will we be enough to make sure he or she grows up to be a good person? I do know this much; that baby is going to be loved unconditionally by me and Bucky. If you're raised with love then that should be enough, right? I grew up with an abusive father but my mother always made sure that I knew she loved me and I'm going to do the same with my child."

"Well, it's obvious that you two are going to be great parents," said Olivia. "I noticed today how welcoming you were to everyone, Bucky. The fact that the other Avengers came to your side so quickly when they took you shows me that you're a good man. So there is hope for John."

Her eyes glistened as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then wiped a few tears that came out of her eyes. Bucky pulled a tissue out of a box for her and she took it gratefully. After a few more minutes gathering herself Olivia stood up and the three of them returned to the dining room. No one appeared to be uncomfortable with her outburst. Instead, it felt nurturing to her and as the meal went on the conversation took on more happy overtones. By the time it was over Bucky had everyone laughing at how surprised he was the first time he met Peter, during the fight at Leipzig Airport.

"Here's this little guy, in a spider costume," said Bucky. "I go to punch him, pulling my punch because he's so small compared to me and I didn't know how strong he really was then he grabs my metal hand and stops it. What did you say?"

"You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude!" repeated Peter, smiling. "It was the coolest thing and I wanted to look at it, you know, figure out how it worked."

"What really surprised me is when he said the words it was obvious he was a kid!" exclaimed Bucky. "How old were you?"

"15, no 14, because my birthday wasn't for another couple of months," smiled Peter, who then shrugged. "I knew you were strong. I mean we saw a lot of what you did on the news, right? You know I didn't want to hurt you or Sam, right?"

"Same here," replied Bucky. "I was trying to prove I wasn't the Winter Soldier anymore, that I could control myself. You made it difficult, showing both of us up like that."

"It all worked out," said the younger man. "You're a good guy now."

"Amen to that," said Rhodes. "Funny how time and a little perspective can change things. I was one of the first people to sign the Sokovia Accords but by the time Thanos came I could see they were very flawed. I showed up in Wakanda, saw Bucky walking towards me with a new arm and a big smile on his face when he saw Cap, old Cap. You were a changed man, Bucky. Under the old accords that would never have happened. You would have been left to rot in the Raft or a mental hospital. That would have been a tragedy." He noticed a downturn in the atmosphere and smiled, picking up his drink. "Let's make a toast. Look at life with an open heart and an open mind. Be open to love and new perspectives. Be true to yourself and enjoy the company of friends. Here's to all my friends, including the new ones I've made tonight."

He drank his wine, and the others followed suit with their drinks. Bucky announced that the men would be cleaning up. Half an hour later they all looked at the games that were brought and chose to play Uno Extreme. It was loud, raucous, and they all laughed whenever someone who had called Uno for last card pressed the button getting a handful of cards spit out at them, denying them the opportunity to win the hand. Rebecca ended up winning the game, proving age was not a factor in playing cutthroat style against one's friends. The next game was Pictionary, which was still fun but didn't last long as Tracey remembered It's a Wonderful Life was on.

"Isn't that an old movie?" asked Ned, who had crumpled up paper balls thrown at him for insulting the older people in the house.

As they watched it, everyone said the popular lines out loud, but at the end they were all quiet, feeling good about the sentiments it brought out. Olivia announced she was going to go home, as she had promised to visit John first thing the next morning. Rebecca took out a plastic container, filling it with turkey, salad, and rolls. Then she filled another one with baked treats.

"You take this to John," she said. "I'm sure it will be better tasting than what he got there. You give him my regards."

The others decided it would be a good time for them to go as well as they had a long drive back to Queens. Rebecca made up a couple of containers for them as well while Bucky promised he could come and look at the stove to figure out what was wrong with it. After they were gone Bucky and Rhodes looked questioningly at each other deciding it was the right time to go for that cigar and a scotch. While Tracey and Rebecca both went to bed, Janice stayed up finishing the last bit of clean up.

Outside, on the back steps the two men lit their cigars and looked at the backyard awash in the fairy lights that were still on. As they took the first puff of their cigars Rhodes looked at the illegal item in his fingers.

"You're right, these are too good not to have." He waved his hand towards the fairy lights. "That's really pretty. Did they have stuff like that in the 1930s?"

"Nah, candles, or a kerosene lantern, maybe," replied Bucky. "I miss the music and my parents, obviously. It was a slower pace but I like living now."

"I understand you could have gone back," said Rhodes. "Why didn't you?"

"Steve asked," said Bucky. "But the vibranium arm was just too different to explain. Plus, if HYDRA saw me suddenly show up they may have come after me again. I never was as good as Steve blending into the background." He took a puff on the cigar, watching the smoke as he blew out into the air. "I was changed, as well. Before, I was mostly about the party, dancing, drinking, finding a girl to chase until I caught her."

"You never considered marriage?" asked Rhodes.

"No, not really. I wasn't ready and they knew as I made it clear I was just looking for fun." He took a sip of his whiskey and closed his eyes as the liquid flowed down his throat, tasting the different notes in the vintage. "When I began living with Rebecca, I was too busy trying to keep the house, and look after her, to consider dating. When I met Tracey, I knew she was special. I wanted to be with her, in a meaningful way." He took another puff of his cigar. "What about you?"

"Married to the military," replied Rhodes. "I knew Tony from college, as I'm an engineer myself, and he had more than enough women for me to take his leftovers. It was fun, until it wasn't. The accident made me rethink a lot of things that I took for granted before. Still can't believe I'm in charge of the Avengers."

"You'll be alright," said Bucky. "Maria Hill knows the layout. I think you can depend on her the same way Fury did. I think Sam has a thing for her."

Rhodes turned his head towards Bucky, raising his eyebrows. "Really? She's a smart woman and deadly with a gun. He's a good Cap. Hell, they're all good. They all showed up, except Hope because she had a suit failure. Even the new ones, Shaun, Shang Chi, and Kate Bishop, the new Hawkeye." He smirked. "She's got the goods. We're the United Nations of superheroes. It's going to be an interesting time."

Bucky raised his glass to him and drank some of his scotch. The two men sat there talking until their cigars were ready to be put out. The house was quiet when they went back inside. After showering Bucky quietly entered his bedroom, wearing only a towel around his waist. He dropped his clothes in the hamper, as they smelled of cigars. Opening the drawers of the dresser to get some clean underwear and light sweatpants to wear he was startled when Tracey spoke.

"Don't get dressed," she said. "Just get into bed."

Never one to question when a woman told him to get into bed with her Bucky did as he was told, receiving a seductive kiss from his wife. As the kiss led to other more pleasurable activities the super soldier felt like he was the luckiest of men. He had an incredible wife, a child on the way, a job that was important and fulfilling, and most of all, he wasn't alone any more. There were friends, family, co-workers, and neighbours who were invested in him, enough to stand with him when he was in trouble. So much was going to happen in the coming year and he was so ready for all of it.

"Bring it on," he thought.

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transparentkinks · 4 months ago

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More Poly shit

Because I'm poly and I wanna date every companion.

Ever since her lovers made clear their feelings to Nora one late, eventful night, Nora had quickly learned just how often her lovers wanted to jump her bones. Returning home from outings became much more eventful. Her companions had always made sure to drop in on her when they could when they heard she was back, and often simply expected to catch up at the next meal served out of the settlement’s kitchen. Of course she always spent time catching up with Shawn, telling him what she could about what she had been out doing and bringing him items she found to help him tinker. Now though, after she made her way to the settlement, her partners and Shawn were all present within the first hour of her return.

Curie looks her over extensively for injuries or illness as soon as she can, feeling more confident lecturing Nora about ignoring her health now. Hancock has taken to stealing her bag off her the second he sees her, content to carry it for her wherever she ends up unloading her finds. Preston is quick to kiss her before updating her on her settlement’s safety. Piper, having started a paper to circulate between the settlements with the printing press Nora made her, made sure to give Nora updates and drill her for any action she saw in the wastes. Danse had taken to guarding the front gate along with Strong, and was often the first to greet her, hugging her tight enough to lift her off her feet. Maccready like always covered the village from his perch on the starlight drive in screen, picking off ferals and raiders before they even noticed the settlement. He was always at the gate when he saw Nora, having seen her in his sights before most others.

Nick and Deacon had taken to minding and hunting down Shawn together to get him to see Nora, the boy often hyperfocused on whatever he chose to explore that day. He could be in his room, or chatting with settlers, or tinkering, or off in the scrap yard covered in mud and oil. He wasn’t always likely to realize his mom had returned. All of them, but especially Nick Curie and Deacon had started spending a lot of time with Shawn, working to give him an education like Nora tries to when she’s home. They help him tinker, and teach him things Nora wouldn’t be able to. He seems to thrive with his new abundance of parental figures. Between the hunting trips, the classes, the time spent together on projects, Nora could tell he was doing well. It made her even more happy now that when she arrived home from a trip, Shawn would greet her with stories of all the great things he did and learned while she was gone.

They’d all get something to eat together at the community kitchen, and Nora couldn’t remember the last time she felt so happy, so surrounded by love. At least in her settlements, it felt like people were starting to live again, not just survive. Townfolk came out to eat and catch up with their neighbors, sitting around the tables of the dining room. Musicians brought out any instruments they hand, singers sang. People danced. Nora would end her night swaying with one of her lovers to the music before Shawn decided to turn in. She’d tuck him into bed, something she knew he didn’t with his age and competence need it, but it was a ritual they both enjoyed.

Then, before she turned in for bed herself, one or more of her lovers would pull her away to have their fun with her. Nora was becoming more experienced sexually, and quickly became aware of growing dynamics among her lovers. Nick wasn’t super interested in sex, but to hear him tell it he enjoyed her responses and he enjoyed touching her. Curie seemed excited to experience sex, herself lacking much experience, but it seemed that Piper and Cait were eager to help her expand her horizons while Nora was on the road. Danse didn’t seem very sexually motivated, but he was always very romantic about it. Piper could be unpredictable, flipping like a switch on Nora. In one moment they could be laughing about something together, and in the next Piper could be pinning her against the nearest surface.

Mccreedy Deacon Hancock and Cait on the other hand were very sexual, seeming to deeply enjoy flustering Nora at any given chance. Practically the moment their relationship turned sexual they began pawing at Nora whenever she gave them the opportunity.

So she really did expect it when Mccreedy pinned her between himself and the counter when she cleaned up her workstation. Deacon seemed to have followed him, and Nora knew the two of them conspired to get her alone.

“Always working on something huh.” Mccreedy spoke something pointless into her ear, an excuse to start kissing down her throat. Deacon made himself busy messing with things on her workbench, moving things and stopping her hands from grabbing different items. When Nora fixed him with a disapproving stare, he just winked at her before stealing a hand to pepper with kisses.

‘“Waiting till late to trap me?” Nora teased, doing her best to continue her work and actually get things put away so it wouldn’t be a mess tomorrow. It was hard to ignore the lovely sensation of lips on her.

“You know we can’t stay away from you baby” Mccreedy teased, bit her ear to make her jump and gasp.

“I hope yer not plannin’ on hoarding her to yourself all night.” Cait remarked from the doorway into the house, looking to have dragged Piper and Curie along with her. Hancock seemed to have followed them, seeming to have caught on to what it means when Cait began dragging those two like she was on a mission.

“I wouldn’t dream of it” Maccreedy pulled back Nora by her hips away from her work and Deacon released her hand. “You’re just in time for the fun.” Curie darted forward with an excited look in her eye.

“I wanna try, hold her for me?” Curie requested. Macreedy smirked and turned Nora around to face the group. She was trying her best to look annoyed, but they all knew she was having fun. If anything she was flustered, still getting used to being such a wanted woman, and the regular requests from multiple people for her attention. She whimpered as Maccreedy pulled her arms behind her, arching into his grip as Curie dropped to her knees in front of her and Deacon began an attack on her neck, plucking at dress buttons to reveal her chest. She always changed into a dress when she got back, it made her feel normal again, with the added bonus of seeming to drive her lovers up the wall. They did tend to be a bit rough with the buttons though.

Cait took the opportunity to step forward and lift Nora’s skirt, taking her chance to lick at Nora’s neck and chest, earning a needy whine from Nora. Hancock made himself content with running a hand over her curves, groping her through her clothes. Curie quickly pulled down her panties, and Piper stepped forward to lift Nora by her thigh. Nora briefly felt air along her pussy before Curie moved to lick along her. Cait reached down to rest a hand on Curie’s head as Nora moaned.

“Fuck, Curie” Nora whimpered, unable to move against her lips. She felt Curie swipe a finger along her before dipping into her.

“Good girl Curie, make sure to focus on the clit, like I showed ya.” Cait coached and Curie moaned into Nora, which made Nora squirm and moan and whimper. Then Curie did that thing with her tongue that Cait knew how to do and Nora screamed. Hancock grabbed one of her hands and pulled it to his crotch, working her hand over himself. Curie worked another finger into Nora and crooked them, and Nora started shaking. Just as she could feel herself getting close, Piper spoke up.

“I think we should take this to the bedroom, don’t you all?” Nora could practically hear Piper’s smirk in her voice. She sure wasn’t looking to check though, considering she was busy whining because Curie pulled away from her with a giggle.

“Sounds good to me” Hancock grabbed Nora by her upper arm, kissing her while Curie began leading her, and thereby the rest of them behind her. When Hancock released her from his searing kiss Nora whined. She followed though, up all the flights of stairs to her bedroom. As soon as she crossed the threshold of her room Hancock scooped her up and pressed her into her bed, arching over her to steal her lips before her other lovers could come steal her attention.

“Don’t be selfish” Deacon chided, pushing beside Hancock to take her lips.

“Wouldn’t dream of it” Hancock leaned back to speak, instead working the buttons at the front of her dress.

“I wanna fuck you” Macreedy practically begged and Nora moaned into Deacon’s mouth at the thought of it.

“She seems to like the thought, but not before I get to taste her” Piper insisted, pushing Mccreedy aside to place herself between Nora’s legs. Curie and Hancock took advantage of her newly revealed chest to abuse her breasts with hands and mouths. Nora was already whining when Piper set her mouth to her, and Nora felt like she was burning up with the pressure building in her core and the pleasure pulsing through her. Piper scissored her open while the others played with her, and Nora could feel herself getting lost in the sensation of them.

“Pretty thing-” Hancock drawled as Nora writhed under them, enjoying the view now that Nora’s dress fell open around her. Piper picked up her pace and Nora was screaming at the feel of it. She felt so close.

“Pretty indeed” Piper agreed and pulled away. Nora whined. “I think she’s ready for you Mccreedy.” She looked down at Nora deviously, and she knew that Piper meant to torment her so.

“Piper-” Nora whined, and she just seemed to grin more.

“I’m gonna take your pretty face for a ride” Piper practically purred, Nora’s lovers making room for her to steal her lips while Mccreedy ran himself through her slick. Piper quickly lost her clothes before straddling Nora’s chest, looking down at her face as Mccreedy began to rock into her.

“Fuck Nora” Mccreedy groaned, bottoming out and enjoying the flutter of her around him. Just as Nora began moaning when Mccreedy set his initial pace, Piper lowered herself on Nora’s face.

Nora tried hard to focus through the sensations of her lovers, worked to flick her tongue over Piper. Mccreedy bucked into her particularly hard and Nora groaned. Piper moaned at the vibration and ground down on Nora’s face.

Nora felt wet, both where her and Mccreedy met and down her face. Her senses were filled with the warm smell of sex. She tried to focus on the sounds Piper was making, and the way their pleasure seemed to be linked through the noises they made and her tongue.

“Taking me so good-” Mccreedy grunted, and she heard the sound of him spitting followed by a coldness on her clit. Nora was rocked with the sudden sensation of Mccreedy working her clit in firm fast circles. She screamed up into Piper and came hard. She felt a dribble of slick down her face as she came to, heard Piper moaning over her and felt Mccreedy losing his pace in her cunt.

“Fuck Nora-” Piper sighed and rolled off of her. Let Hancock and Cait and Curie and Deacon continue their efforts where her body once was. She felt Mccreedy pull out of her, felt him spill on her stomach. Hancock similarly spilled on her chest soon after, felt Cait and Curie shake against her.

Nora knew she could get used to this, her lover’s attention and love and the way they held her. She fell asleep that night, curled up with many of her lovers, knowing she’ll spend the next morning with them cleaning up and cooking together and working on the settlement and living their wonderful, domestic-ish life together.

#fallout 4 #fallout companions #sole survivor #sole survivor x hancock #john hancock #sole survivor x curie #curie fo4 #fo4 maccready #sole survivor x piper #sole survivor x cait #sole survivor x maccready #sole survivor x deacon #my writing

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 1 year ago

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Active Authors Masterlist (4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

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Miss_Missy :: ao3

Popular Fic: Boy In The Bubble: The last thing Katniss expects to hear about her best friend Peeta is the fact that he not only got into a fist fight with one of the biggest guys in their school but also the fact that he quote “almost killed him”. Now Peeta is refusing to explain to her or his family what happened or why he punched Brutus in the first place. Katniss is trying her best to help but no matter what she does Peeta just keeps pushing her further away. All she wants to do is help, Katniss refuses to loose another important person in her life

Missgarfield :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Letters From New Panem: So you get an envelope telling you what happens to you three years from now. What's the worse that can happen? Name: Katniss Everdeen Ocupation: District huntress/bakery co-owner Marital Status: married Residency: Victors village,Number 12 Offspring: 0. (@periwinckles)

Mollywog :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: In Our Favor: “You have to marry him” Her heart sank. She already knew the truth of it, but had been holding hope that Haymitch would manage it. Caught in a compromising position, Katniss must decide how to navigate a potential scandal. (@mollywog)

monabus :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: The Ballad of Snares and Arrows: "At the end of the day, it’s no different. Hunting is hunting, regardless of what’s at the receiving end of Katniss’ arrow. All that matters is surviving, staying alive. No matter the cost. If I were in the Hunger Games, I would stop at nothing to make it out alive. And I know Katniss Everdeen. Survival is in her blood. When the time comes, she will kill." What was going on in Gale’s mind during the 74th Hunger Games? What exactly did the audience back in District Twelve see on their screens? A chance to explore the moments of the Games that Katniss never saw — all through Gale’s eyes. (@mona-bus)

mrsbonniemellark :: ao3, ff.net, tumblr

Popular Fic: Sexiled: Kicked out of her dorm room for the night, Katniss turns to Peeta for help.

MTK4FUN :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: It Takes A District: Summary: Thinking her mother is dying, Katniss Everdeen marries Peeta Mellark to keep her sister out of the Community Home. (@mtk4fun)

oakfarmer :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Missteps: Gale needs to discuss future plans with Katniss. She's been hard to track down this particular Reaping Day. He hasn't even been able to congratulate her yet. (@oakfarmer)

purple_cube :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: things that you can't say tomorrow day: Katniss and Peeta’s conversation on the night of Finnick’s wedding stays with them for a long time. But slowly, they learn to move on. (@purple-cube)

RannonAce8 :: ao3

Popular Fic: Hidden on this Prairie: Katniss lost everything during the war: her home, her family, and her innocence. Now, just a few short years after Appomattox she finds herself dislocated yet again when a dispute with the landlord leaves her homeless and unemployed. A chance meeting with a stranger offers her a chance at a better life out west but Katniss has no inclination to ever be involved with a man again.

rosaeles :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: all the version of me dead (and buried in the yard outside): “I’m here,” Peeta murmurs. “Brought you something to eat.” Katniss wants to reply. Would like to thank him for everything he’s doing. I missed you. She wants to yell it from the rooftops. Scream herself hoarse with it, but she doesn’t. Because her throat is rusted after weeks of barely using it, so all she says is; “Please don’t touch me.” Alternatively: After the events of Mockingjay, Katniss Everdeen struggles to come to terms with everything she has lost. Peeta is there to help her through it. (@rosaaeles)

#authors #active authors masterlist #active authors #everlark fanfiction #thg fanfiction #everlark #masterlist #thg

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timeforbedwolfstar · 5 months ago

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Finding Home - Chapter 1

One day, it occurred to me that the moving things I had to push out of the way and fight for the rich, warm, life-giving milk were my siblings. I cannot express my disappointment enough.

The day I realized this was the day my blurry eyes opened. As my mother, a pure-black dog with pointed ears, blue eyes, and a thick, double coat, licked my teeny body with her warm pink tongue, I blinked up at her, trying to both clear my foggy eyes and beseech her to get rid of my siblings. I wanted her all to myself, now and forever.

It didn’t happen, and it did no good to dwell on a dream.

As my sight cleared, I grudgingly accepted the others’ presence in the nest. Which was just as well — they were fun to play with when sleeping got boring or I needed someone to chew on.

The first time I tottered out from the warmth of Mother, my paw pads came into a rough, scratchy surface. Several steps later, the rough surface gave way to a surface soft and rough at the same time. It smelled very, very good.

Utterly confused, I tried to return to Mother, but I was disoriented from exploring and I yelped with fear. Sharp teeth clamped down on the scruff of my neck, and I whined in pain. But I was returned to Mother’s warmth, which seemed like the important thing. I buried myself under a sister and fell asleep.

I had learned the hard way that I couldn’t return to Mother without her, so the second I woke up from my nap I left her again. She sighed deeply as she set me down, but I could sense that she liked my adventurous spirit.

There was a man who came by our kennel every day. He had a mop of sandy brown hair on his head, deep amber-gold eyes, and scars criss-crossing his hands and face. Some days he entered the kennel and looked us over, running his hands down our backs and talking to us. Other days, he stood just outside it, strange dogs lashed to his waist, checking something off on a thin slab of wood. The black belt had two rings on its front, and dog leashes extended from each one, ending on the dogs’ collars or harnesses.

From the moment I was old enough to see him clearly for the first time, I was mesmerized by the man. I longed to be one of the dogs by his side, going who knows where and loving every second of it. I longed to feel his hand in my fur every single day for the rest of my life. There was a reason I loved him so much. I could feel it deep inside my tiny body.

As a result, every day, I was the first puppy at the kennel door whenever I so much as smelled him, and the last one to leave after he was gone. The days he didn’t enter the kennel were the worst days of my life.

As we entered that stage of life where we never wanted to be near Mother yet always wanted her around, the man began to let us out of the kennel for short periods of time.

Directly in front of our kennel door was a long stretch of grass that I mentally called the Yard. The Yard was grassy and full of excellent smells, which made me jump inside whenever I smelled the man over them. We had a full run over the Yard despite what seemed like hundreds of other dogs’ smells.

A chain-link fence divided the Yard into two parts. On our side, it was Mother, my three brothers, and my four sisters. On the other side, it was what looked like hundreds of dogs, each of them resembling each other in build and general looks, but each of them being completely different. Some of them had lots of black and very little white. Others had lots of white and very little black. A few were a pale, creamy white color. One of them, who I determined through careful examination to be the Top Dog, was light red-brown with thick strokes of deep red on his shoulders and topline.

Every day after we were let out into the Yard, the man would enter our kennel, clip a leash onto Mother’s collar, and hold her back while he let us run free in the Yard. When we had finished feeding on the soft goop he brought us as food, he would let her run free with us.

As the days stretched into weeks, he began to lead Mother out of the Yard and let her roam in the Big Yard. The first time this happened, we ran like mad on our side of the fence while Mother reacquainted herself with the pack. As this happened more often, we began to not care.

We didn’t notice when Mother never returned.

The man seemed to like me more than the other puppies. He always called me “Prongs,” as if that was a special word I was supposed to respond to. The name felt natural and familiar, and as the weeks stretched into months, I grew so used to the sound that I turned toward him every single time my sharp ears heard it.

The snow we had grown so used to seeing over the course of our short lives was beginning to melt the day everything changed.

The man entered the Yard with a collar and leash in hand. The collar was nylon, and fit close to my neck. He had a stiff leash in his other hand, which, after sliding the collar over my head and adjusting it to fit my neck, he snapped on to lead me away from my siblings.

They rushed the fence after the man closed the gate, but none of them managed to escape. (Which was good — perhaps if they had escaped, I never would have learned my place with the man.)

The man turned his back on the other puppies, and I paced before him. I was unused to being outside the kennel, and it was a strange feeling to have freedom without any freedom.

“Prongs,” the man said, in a tone that was strangely soothing. I had been hearing this man speak my entire life, and yet, this was a way my name had been spoken that I had never heard before.

I decided I liked it.

The man offered me his hand to sniff, and though I knew his scent by heart, I stopped pacing and sniffed it politely.

Trying to understand what he wanted, I wagged, looking up and meeting his deep amber gaze. With his left hand, he held my leash, preventing me from leaving his side. My eyes left his for a moment, drinking in the surroundings that were so familiar from inside the Yard, and so different now that I stood outside it.

“Prongs,” the man said again. I looked up at him and wagged harder. He reached out and rubbed his hand on my head.

I noticed he was wearing the black belt again. (In the days to come, I would think of that belt as The Belt. He always wore it when we were training.) I wagged even harder at his touch.

The man started walking, his hand still gripping my leash. As the collar tightened on my neck, I decided I had no choice but to follow. The shortness of the leash prevented me from walking too far ahead of him, and stopped me from falling behind.

“Good boy, Prongs,” the man said.

The training continued in that fashion until I could reliably walk at his left side at a loose hold. In the first few days, I tried to chew through the leash, but the cable-filled rope was uncomfortable against my puppy teeth, and I stopped.

The man switched out my leash for a looser, more comfortable walking leash. It kept me closer to his side, but I found it didn’t bother me so long as my collar was loose and comfortable. I learned the command “heel,” which translated to “stay by my left side at all times.” I also learned “on by,” which instructed me to ignore whatever I found interesting.

One day the man came to the Yard with a new piece of equipment; a harness. The red harness settled over my chest and shoulders, and was padded everywhere it touched my body. I loved it.

The man snapped a leash to my collar and to the back of my new red harness and taught me a new command that day — “line out.” It meant “put pressure on the harness and stand in front of me.”

The new command was only ever used in harness. I learned to employ the pressure whenever I heard Line Out. It became second nature for me, and so easy to perform I felt as if I’d been doing it my whole life. (Which, in a way, I had, but I didn’t think about that. Such Deep Thoughts were not for a dog to think about.)

The day my brother was taken, everything changed once again.

It wasn’t his fault. The man had been training him as diligently as he was training me. If anything, it was the lady’s fault.

Every so often, new people would come to the man’s house. These people would pace around our Yard, examining the dogs in the Big Yard. Some dogs were shut up in their kennels, while others were let out in the Big Yard. Sometimes dogs left, and sometimes dogs didn’t.

The ones that left never came back.

The first few times the people came, my siblings and I were kenneled together. The fourth time they came, my sisters were kenneled next to us. Shortly after this, I was taken to a place that reeked of chemicals, and for days afterward I was forced to wear a stupid, flimsy plastic collar and my belly hurt terribly. My brothers, fortunately, all suffered the same treatment that I did, and we were all relinquished by the terrible pain soon afterwards.

The people would admire us, and sometimes certain dogs were taken out of their kennels and paraded around by the man. It was never my siblings who were taken out. We were deemed too important to be taken, and it never crossed my mind that we would be. Of course, that was not to be.

The lady pulled up in a blue pickup truck. Our kennels were placed behind the Yard, so the only way to get to the kennels without going through the Yard was by a door leading to a hallway that enclosed the kennel we were raised in, which currently stood empty.

The lady was led into the Feeding Area, as I had mentally deemed it, and was led down the aisle to the kennel I shared with my brothers. The man entered our kennel, slipped a collar around my brother Koda’s neck, and led him out to show the lady. (To this day, I cannot remember what she looked like, only that she smelled like dogs.)

She made impressed noises and took Koda’s leash from the man. “I have high hopes for this one, Remus,” she said, “as I always do for one of yours.”

The man, Remus, made a fake little bow that I saw through at once. “Of course. I do my best with all of my pups.” I hated his tone, and shuddered inwardly. I made a vow to ignore him if I ever heard that tone again.

The lady gave a stupid little laugh and turned away. I never saw her, or my brother, again.

Koda wasn’t my only birth brother to leave. Eventually, I was the only one of my litter to have stayed at Remus’ place. I continued on in my training, eventually improving enough to be given a new harness. This one went from the middle of my withers to the base of my tail, and made an X over my back. I loved it even more than my old one.

The day I was given the new harness, I was attached to a team for the first time. The harness was slipped over my collar, my paws were put through the holes, and it was pulled down my body to rest against my shoulder blades. Remus led me over to a dog he called Hera, one of the older females of the adult pack.

Hera had a predominantly white coat with a few flecks of black and grey along her topline. Her left paw was jet-black, giving the impression that it was coated in something foul. Hera greeted me with a kind wag, allowing Remus to snap me into place beside her.

There were eight other dogs, aside from Hera, on the team. All of them were older and bigger than me. Hera and I were just in front of two big, burly males named Geralt and Loki.

Remus stood behind Geralt and Loki, on a big vehicle that smelled like gasoline and had a thick rope attached to it. The rope ran up between all of us dogs, a black line that kept us running together. Shorter black ropes sprang out from along its length and snapped to the ends of dog harnesses ahead of me. I could only guess that Remus had attached a black rope to the back of my harness as well. A black rope that extended next to me was looped around the mainline and snapped to my collar. Beside me, Hera’s collar was attached to the same black rope. Even though I had grown used to Remus running behind me, and had grown used to pressure in the harness, I had a feeling that I’d be experiencing something entirely different.

And I was correct. “Line Out!” Remus ordered, and I walked forward, placing pressure in my harness. Beside me, Hera did the same, and behind us, I felt Geralt and Loki following the command as well.

“Ready!” Remus called, and suddenly Hera was tensing her muscles. I felt lost. I’d never been taught that word before. I leaned harder into the harness, hoping it was enough. Behind me, Geralt and Loki backed up against the vehicle behind them, pulling the harness even deeper against my body.

“HIKE!” Remus bellowed.

Startled, I jumped into action, straining against the harness. Hera started to trot, and I followed her lead, keeping the pressure in my chest as I’d been taught.

We ran for only half an hour, and it was the best day I’d ever had. When it was over, I danced with pride when Remus came to remove me from the team.

“You liked that, Prongs, didn’t you?” Remus asked, laughing as I jumped up to lick his face. “Yeah, you did. Good boy. Good boy.”

I was a good boy, but I was also something even better.

I was a sled dog.

#the marauders #james potter #prongs #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders

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draconicfool · 6 months ago

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To Reach Heights I Cannot

"Sweet boy, I c'n only lift ya so high." His voice came out a soft laugh as he felt the young child trying to reach further up. Gentle hands firmly holding the boys legs as he sat on his shoulders. It was the first time they'd gone for a look beyond just Boulder Town. The first time Amatus had been allowed to join his father on one of these 'runs' with his father.

Bundled up so nice and warmly, the small boy couldn't help but giggle. His purple eyes gleaming as he stared up at the sky. The stars. He couldn't see things like those back home. Perhaps that was why Alexi had deigned to bring him along for this one. Because it wasn't actually a 'run,' but a chance to show his son something that he knew he longed for. Because he'd seen the way his eyes lit up when he saw the pictures. When he ran his fingers over newly dried paintings. The longing that he held in him.

It was similar to what he held himself. That longing for things to go back to how they'd once been. For them to experience the world without the Eternal Freeze. Without being cut off from the world around them. And the people. He wanted for his son to have that life. One surrounded by those who could adore him the same way Alexi did. And a world to explore that would welcome him with eager arms.

"S'pretty." He mewled softly. Hands resting now on top of the other's head. Leaned against the other as he stared up above them. Gorgeous. He didn't know what that word meant at this tender age, but he knew the feeling. That the lights above him were beautiful. Beyond anything that he could ever hope to see. And his father had brought him out just to watch them.

"One day, Amatus...we c'n see things like this all th' time. And we won't be...th' Overworld an' th' Underworld...we'll just be Belobog...t'gether." It was a wistful dream. A day when there wasn't 'us' and 'them.' Merely everyone working together to achieve that dream of a better tomorrow.

And though the small boy didn't understand it, he knew that it was something he wanted, too. For there to be a world where everyone got to see how beautiful the sky was like this. When the cold was no longer an issue and there was only days of sunshine. Of fun and laughter. That sounded like music to him. Adventures to be had without those scary creatures roaming around.

He wrapped his arms around the much larger man and let out a little purr. Nestled against him happily as they watched the lights. "When 'm bigger- I'll make- make Daddy's dream true!"

How those words brought a smile to Alexis' face. A gentle squeeze given to the boy's legs as they stood there together. One day, he thought, it could be a reality. Even if he knew that day would likely come when he was long gone. At the very least his beloved child could have that. Future generations would get to have that. And that was what mattered.

"Amatus...if all y'do is live well and grow- that'll be m'dream come true." He replied softly, starting the trek homeward now. It wouldn't do for them to stay out all night in the cold, after all. "When y'er older, I think it'll make more sense what I mean."

One day, he thought, when he was long gone there would be nothing left of him but his research notes and his paintings. But the one thing he was really leaving behind was a boy he loved more than anything. Who would live and learn and grow. And one day, he hoped, he'd surpass everything Alexi himself had accomplished.

"...we're doin' it, Daddy..." Eros' voice was soft as he sat beneath the 'tree' in the yard. His black-tinted fingers running over the little headstone he'd made. "Y'er research- came in real handy, y'know? I think...I think ya'd be so happy t'see what we're doin'...t' see that- that things are gonna change. Maybe we won't see those changes- but...but one day people are gonna explore our world again...and see th' sky without havin' t' bundle up and hide away..."

He looked up with a soft sigh. His other hand toying with the cool metal of his necklace. Running over the engraving of his name.

"...'m gonna make y'proud. I promise."

#🐉 ; a simple little prayer [drabble]

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the-eyes-of-andyserkis · 2 years ago

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Chapter 2 - "Tides"

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Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 2.8K Chapters: 2/5 Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: After settling in to your new job in Romania, you find that even though you try you can't keep Ulysses Klaue out of your mind.

Warnings: Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Masturbation

A/N: Thank you for your patience as I set things up, and now the real (but fun) work begins! This would have been up yesterday but I'm just emerging from a head cold. I was trying to edit yesterday but was just perpetually annoyed at everything, but thank goodness the sinus pressure finally broke today, so I still manged to stick to what I intended (it's still the weekend!).

In my mind this is set somewhere between "Avengers" and "Age of Ultron". I wanted to give myself somewhere to go, since I do kind of have plans beyond this! I'm not sure yet if I'll end up extending this work, or start a new one (in a same universe/established relationship kind of deal), but we'll see!

Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and the Butchers.

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And the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck And pretty soon the weekdays are all the same

Ulysses Klaue certainly wasn’t lying, although you'd argue that "non-traditional" was just a bit of an understatement

Yet here you are, on a six month contract in Romania tucked in the foothills of the Făgăraș mountains, and working for a black market arms dealer.

The pay was more than enough for you to agree to the six months, and at the compound you find that you have access to the most advanced equipment you've worked with which is a bonus. There are residences on site, a separate group of buildings connected through covered walkways to the machine shops and engineering sector, and everyone has their own private quarters with keycard access. It's nothing fussy, essentially just a bachelor’s apartment with a shower, small kitchenette, a double bed and desk, but it's comfortable enough and you don’t spend much time there anyway.

As for the work itself it’s pretty well what you expected - welding and metal work on both large and small scales, assembling, disassembling, unloading and moving supplies. However Klaue makes it clear to everyone who comes on board that even if you’re brought on with a specific set of skills you're still expected to step up and do whatever is necessary to keep the gears turning.

One month in and you haven’t yet learned what this might entail, but you assume that it’s only a matter of time.

The shifts are long and taxing but you do have two free days a week, though not always back to back. Fortunately, even though the compound is in an industrial area you're also pretty much right in the mountains with forests surrounding you. You’re also an hour and half drive from Bucharest with plenty of other smaller cities and towns relatively close by, so on days when you’re not completely exhausted you find opportunities to explore the new country that you’ve found yourself in.

You rarely actually see Klaue because as it turns out he’s an incredibly busy man: There’s this manufacturing compound in Romania, a salvage yard off the coast of South Africa, a network of mercenaries working for him around the world, and if he can’t do or acquire something himself he invariably knows someone who can. It’s a massive operation and you soon realize that you’re just a single cog in a huge machine.

With this information and what you’re able to glean from others working for him you realize that Klaue is a deceptively intelligent man, and while he might seem like walking chaos at first glance he also has a code, such as it is. He figured out a long time ago how the world works and then found a way to make it work for him. He doesn't give a shit what people think of him, despises liars and hypocrites, and it’s quickly impressed upon you that you do not go back on your word with him. Ever.

Since arriving you've only seen Klaue from a distance and haven’t actually had any one on one interactions with him, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t still cross your mind.

You’ve been so accustomed to finding calm in the face of a storm your whole life that you’re still startled when you think about how he threw you off balance so easily with just his eyes, and frustrated that you never really found your footing after that.

But then sometimes you think you were just having an off night, that you were exhausted by the heat and had just imagined the way that he looked at you. Yet even as you try to reason your way out of it you keep coming back to the feeling you'd had in his presence. The feeling of being caught in an undertow, of pushing and pulling, of resisting and succumbing. And then you think that maybe you shouldn’t be thinking that way about a man like Ulysses Klaue and tamp the thoughts back down again.

Klaue has returned to Romania to oversee a new shipment of raw materials and almost everyone outside of the night shift has gathered to wait for directions.

While he’s coordinating the offload with the foremen you try to pay attention, but as he speaks you notice how the overhead lights catch on the sharp line of his nose, and how the dark scruff of his beard accentuates the angle of his jaw as it sweeps down to a slight underbite. You feel an unbidden swell of heat swirl down between your legs as you find yourself wondering whether it would feel soft against your skin or- Oh.

You’ve completely zoned out so you don’t notice right away that he’s caught you staring from across the room, and by the time your brain finally shakes itself free of its reverie you realize that he's been looking back at you for several moments while continuing to speak.

He smirks when he notices you finally snap back in, ensuring you know that he caught you. You feel a little bit foolish (again), but this time you square your shoulders and don’t allow yourself to look away. Neither of you breaks eye contact until his attention is drawn by a question from one of the other workers and you finally release the breath you’ve been holding.

Once everyone disperses to get started on their assigned tasks you notice that Klaue is making his way over to you, still with the ghost of a smug smile hovering at the corner of his mouth.

"So. You’re settling in ok, then?" he asks as he stops in front of you.

On the surface it sounds like a simple question, just small talk with your boss, right? But beneath it you once again feel your skin prickle under the weight of his attention. At least this time you're anticipating it so you’re able to keep yourself from stammering this time.

"Yeah, pretty well actually," you're happy that your voice sounds steady. "It's a lot of work, obviously, but nothing I haven’t been able to handle so far."

"Good," he replies, his phone pings and he pulls it out of his pocket to read the message. "I need everyone here to work together and pull their weight."

You look up at him and smile politely. "Not a problem, sir." His eyes flick back to yours and he gives you a sharp look, your heart beats hard in your chest but you manage to keep your expression neutral.

“Good to hear,” he smiles in turn. “Let me know if there's anything that you need,” he says, before pocketing his phone and turning to one of the foremen who’s been trying to get his attention.

"Ok, sure,” you say, a bit surprised by that. “I will, thanks.”

He looks back at you as if he’s going to say something else, but then turns away to attend to business.

You watch him as he walks away, noting the way that the fabric of his shirt pulls against the muscles of his shoulders- Get it together, you think to yourself, wondering if you’ll ever come away from an interaction with Klaue and not feel flustered.

As promised you continue to work hard and don’t give anyone a chance to question your being there.

Of course, just because you don’t give anyone the chance doesn’t mean that there aren’t those who simply don’t like that you’re there.

There is one guy in particular, a giant brute of man with a shaved head and a tree trunk for a torso (“No Neck” you’ve dubbed him), who perpetually looks like he’s just sucked a lemon and seems to have made it his primary pastime to stare menacingly at you. Maybe it's because you're a woman, though you're not the only one here, maybe you remind him of someone, or who knows? Maybe he just doesn't like your face. Either way it’s unnerving to be sure, but fortunately you work in different units and are rarely in the same area at the same time.

One day however you're on your way back to your quarters after a grueling shift and a stop at the canteen to grab food, when you do happen to cross paths with him. Unfortunately you don’t realize this until he has his fists wrapped in the front of your shirt and you’re being lifted up.

With a startled cry you kick out with your feet but find that there’s no ground beneath you. You then try to direct your kicks at him but while you do make some contact your movements are essentially useless in this position. No Neck brings you in closer.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you won’t be here much longer,” he snarls in your face.

What?? Maybe he thinks you’re someone else?

“Dude, I don’t even know who you are!” you yell back at him, quickly realizing that trying to reason with him is going to be pointless since he doesn’t seem to be in his right mind.

You can dimly hear voices yelling around you but you’re not sure if they’re trying to calm or encourage. Your adrenaline is soaring and even though you’re terrified it gives you a clear head through the panic.

You’ve been trying to pull and twist yourself free which is proving useless, so instead of wasting more energy you decide to switch tactics: you take as deep a breath as you can and on the exhale relax your body as if to signal surrender.

This has the effect that you hoped for and you can feel his grip on you start to relax as you drop slightly. It’s in that space of a breath when he begins to lower his guard that you reach your hands out to grab his shirt in turn, and with all of your strength you wrench your head sharply towards his face.

Even through the stars you can tell that you hit paydirt when you hear a crunch followed by an angry cry, and then you're falling.

He drops you awkwardly as he falls backwards and tries to bring his hands up to his now bloody face at the same time. You try to catch yourself but you fall in a way that causes your previously broken arm to slam down on his steel-toed boot and you let out a shriek of pain, white light blooming behind your eyes and nausea surging through your gut.

Lying in a crumpled heap you can do nothing but try to keep breathing through the waves of agony, so completely unaware of anything outside of you that you barely notice that someone is helping you to maneuver to the edge of the hallway and siting you up against the wall.

As the worst of the pain finally begins to ebb your watery eyes refocus, and between blinks you realize that it’s actually Klaue kneeling on the ground there with you. The skin between his eyebrows is creased in a frown, his expression one you weren’t sure that he could make. Worry?

As you get some of your other senses back you start to massage your upper arm to try to figure out if there’s any serious damage. Your fear of a new injury has you removing your arm from the long sleeved protective layer you wear for welding, and evidently you haven’t completely gotten your thinking sense back yet because you’ve done this before you realize that Klaue is now seeing you with your shift half off - even if you are just wearing a sweaty sports bra underneath.

Then, suddenly, his hands are on your arm. You jerk at the unexpected contact but he whispers a “Shhh” and calmly continues to check your skin, squeezing gently, asking if that hurts. Your breath is coming shallow and nearly stops when his fingers ghost along the ridge of your scar. You can only shake your head “no” in answer to his question, unsure if anything that might come out of your mouth right now would resemble an actual word.

You drag your attention away from the pressure of his fingers and force yourself to make your own assessment. Though the area is turning red, you note with relief that you don’t see any blood and the pain is stabilizing to a deep but not catastrophic throb.

“I’m ok”, you finally manage on a shaky exhale.

“Lift your arm,” Klaue says.

“Listen, I’m fine-” you start but he looks at you sternly, his eyes cutting you off. He's so close to you that you can see the beads of sweat on his brow.

“Up to your shoulder,” he continues.

With an annoyed frown you reach your arm out straight and slowly raise it up to shoulder level. The joint itself seems ok, and while you can feel the muscles pull and ache as they stretch out over where the hardware of your repaired injury sits it’s not unbearable by any means.

“Listen, it hurts, but in a way that just means I’m going to have some gnarly bruising tomorrow,” you say, lowering your arm and starting to pull your shirt back on.

Klaue removes his hands allowing you to redress but he still seems hesitant, and after a moment says, “Take two days off”.

“What? No! I’m good, it’s not even my dominant arm and I’m not some fragile- “

“I wasn’t asking,” Klaue’s voice is low and you find yourself suppressing a shiver. “Forty-eight hours.You need to let it rest.” Then his face shifts, his blue eyes softening again with the concern you weren't sure you actually saw earlier.

Well, you're not quite sure what to do with that, so combined with your aching limb and exhaustion and the tremors you feel as the mild shock starts to wear off, you decide that it’s not worth arguing.

"Fine,” you sigh and then grumble, “but I don’t like it.”

"You don’t have to,” he says with a dry smile and stands back up.

Satisfied for the moment at least, Klaue now turns his attention on your bloodied attacker who's been behind him this whole time. Reflexively No Neck tries to shrink back but he doesn't get very far since David and Cliff - the other man from Utrecht - are each firmly holding onto one of his arms.

You can’t see Klaue’s face now but as he straightens up you can certainly imagine it, and it’s satisfying to watch the bastard’s face instantly turn ashen.

“If you want to keep your life," Klaue’s voice is a growl full of blood and grit, "you will leave. Now”.

You don't know exactly when he leaves but that's the last time you see No Neck, and no one bothers you for the rest of your time in Romania.

That night in your bed, after having showered and taken two percocet with a mouthful of whisky, you’re attempting to release some of the tension from the day. As your fingers move between your legs, though, they feel frustratingly ineffective and you think that maybe you just need to accept that you're drained, it’s not going to happen, and should just grab the ice pack from the freezer and try to get some sleep.

You sigh and as you’re mentally running back over today’s events for the nth time, the image of Klaue’s hands on your arm as he knelt beside you flashes through your mind. A throb of heat rolls through your core and the circling of your fingers between your legs resumes, more quickly now.

Strong, thick fingers slide up your arm, then move to grip the hem of your shirt to pull it the rest of the way off of you. Arms wrap around you, lifting and then adjusting your body so that you’re straddling his lap. His hands slide down the curve your waist to grip your ass and you smile at his groan as you arch your hips against the hard length you feel there, allowing you to find the desired friction against your clit through the fabric of your clothes-

Your orgasm peaks so suddenly that you cry out, rocking your hips frantically against your fingers, gasping as you chase the waves of startled pleasure.

Breathless, you can only lie there riding out the aftershocks that continue to pulse through your body as you try to process how quickly you came from just the thought of his hands. Through the fog of your receding orgasm you can't seem to come up with much in the way of coherent thought aside from one thing:

Oh.

Shit.

Thank you again for reading! Just a smidge of smut this time, but chapter three will be where we start getting to the good stuff. 😉

#fanfiction #ulysses klaue #ulyesses klaue x f reader #ulysses klaue x reader #ulysses klaue x you #mcu #mcu fanfiction #bringin' home the rain fic

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3hobbitsinatrenchcoat · 2 years ago

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Dew Point - Dorym Week Day One

Day One - Thunderstorms/Rain || Crossposted to AO3 Dew Point - Noun - the atmospheric temperature (varying according to pressure and humidity) below which water droplets begin to condense and dew can form

It’s an odd experience for Dorian; standing on a mountain and watching the clouds move slowly ever closer. Inescapable and steady in their movement, bringing with them rain and wind and… comforting familiarity. Watching the inevitable approach – being outside the mass of swirling mist that slowly blots out the sun – brought with it singularly unique emotions for the genasi. A pull he hadn’t felt so strongly in a long time.

Dorian leaned against the low wall at the edge of Zephrah and let himself miss the Squall. Behind him he could hear the clack of wooden training weapons punctuated by the barely-there footfalls of practiced air ashari, but before him stretched the whisper of wind and the smell of coming rain. He still wanted to explore the world, even more since he’d met his friends, but a feeling of melancholy homesickness still settled in his bones as he closed his eyes and turned his face toward the dimming sunlight.

He hadn’t even realized the sounds of the training yard behind him had petered off into nothing until a shoulder pressed against his hip and Orym’s voice said, “Are you alright?”

“I…” Dorian jerked himself back into alertness, roughly scrubbing at his eyes with the palm of his hand. When had he started crying? “I’m fine, really. Just waiting for the rain.”

Orym arched an eyebrow up at him, but thankfully didn’t pry. Instead he turned to follow Dorian’s gaze out towards the approaching storm. “You’re going to get soaked if you stand out here much longer. That cloud is bigger than it looks.”

He’s right, of course. The mist from the approaching storm had already started to drift for Zephrah, clinging to Dorian’s clothes and shimmering in his hair. It reminded him of standing at the edge of the Squall, willing himself to take just one more step. It reminded him of dew collecting on the ground in the mornings, a phenomenon he’d never seen before leaving home. It reminded him of Orym, a gentle but inevitable presence still stubbornly remaining by his side. Or maybe it was the other way around… perhaps their fates were too intertwined to really know anymore.

A low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky as the first fat raindrops fell to splash against stone. Dorian absentmindedly tracked the way one landed on his upturned face only to run down and soak into the collar of his shirt.

This, at least, was unlike the Squall. They were the storm, after all. Any rainfall was beneath them (figuratively and literally).

“I have to go back someday,” Dorian said quietly and without preamble. Orym knew him well enough to know where his thoughts had been.

“I know,” said Orym, leaning harder against his leg and wrapping one strong arm around his knee. “I’m coming with you. If you’ll have me.”

Dorian laughed, a small thing but a laugh none the less. “How could I not?” He reached down and laid his hand gently to the side of Orym’s face, laughing again as the halfling leaned into the touch like a needy cat. “That’s a long time off anyway, I’m still following you on your journey.”

Orym hummed, reaching up to press his hand against Dorian’s over his cheek. “I wonder sometimes, who’s following whom?” he said so quietly Dorian wasn’t sure he was meant to hear.

They fell into comfortable silence after that, leaning together against the low wall, Orym pressed warm against Dorian’s side as the rain poured down in refreshingly cold sheets. Eventually they will have to go inside and dry off, Orym’s mom probably has something warm to eat ready and waiting… but for now it’s just the two of them, Orym’s presence inescapable, steady, and welcome at his side.

#critical role #dorym #dorymweek #dorymweek day one #my writing #dorian storm #orym of the air ashari #bells hells #prompt: rain #prompt week

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courageous-princess · 2 years ago

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I was heavily inspired by @xxtc-96xx's art and story telling, and this is the result of it. This is taking place at the end of Ash's time as protagonist, but because I haven't reached that point yet, I'll be kinda vague with those events for the time being.

The rolling fields and forests of Pallet Town were bright emerald and lime with spring growth. To those who bothered to listen close, the quiet din of wild Pokémon harmonized with the gentle rustling of the trees in the breeze. The world felt alive and strong. The sun’s golden rays shown down from above, leaving warmth in their wake that was tempered by the cool wind. In the summer that gentle warmth would be an even more intense heat, chasing those not adapted to the higher temperatures to seek solace in the cool relief of shade and water.

Mewtwo drank in the sight as he hovered barely a foot above the treetops, mesmerized. It never ceased to astound him just how easy it was to find the same sight; the natural world going about its day in peaceful serenity, even so close to a human settlement. The first time he’d beheld such harmony between people and Pokémon with an open mind had amazed him. While it didn’t hold true for everywhere, many places -especially the smaller ones more depended on nature to survive- held a deep respect for their wild born brethren. Humans and Pokémon working together in a partnership that brought prosperity to both sides.

And he’d come oh so dangerously close to wiping all of that away in his anger.

He was not surprised to find that his travels eventually lead him here, where one could say it all started. While it wasn’t the battlefield where his ideals and truths were challenged and changed, it was the place where the person who did so was born and raised. Pallet Town was the place that first shaped the boy who bravely opposed him, not for his own sake, but for the sake of his cherished partners. And for Mewtwo’s own sake, weather either of them had realized it at the time or not.

The man-made child of mew spied the sleepy town, only a few miles away. Something told him this would be the final destination of his journey, at least for the time being.

There was an itch to run off and explore; to travel wide forests with his own to feet, to scale towering mountains with his own hands, to brave the brilliant sun and waters with his partners at his side. Ash knew that even if his journey was over, the urge to explore would never truly leave him. And from the way Pikachu, perched on his shoulder as always, stared at the same horizon as himself, with the same hunger in dark eyes, his buddy felt the same. They were two of a kind.

For now, Ash ignored the urge to run off to who knows were. He’d go off on another journey -there was no doubt about it- with his Pokémon, even if there were no gym challenges to push him. But for now, he wanted to stay home, rest, and spend some long over due time with his mom. Tearing his eyes from the horizon, the dark-haired boy walked back into his home t see if his mom needed any help.

He waved at Mimey, the humanoid psychic type paused in sweeping the kitchen floor long enough to wave back, as he passed the smiling mime Pokémon on his way to the back yard. He found her crouched down at the edge of one of her flower beds, hands clad in thick gardening gloves as she yanked weeds from the colorful bed of flowers and tossed them into the small pile that had developed to her right. Even with the straw hat shielding her face and neck from the sun, a bead of sweat dampened her brow.

“Hey, Mom, need any help?” He called, practically jumping off the back steps before jogging over to his mom’s side.

“Oh, Ash, I suppose I wouldn’t mind a little help.” His mom replied airily. “If you don’t mind, think you could weed that bed over there?” She pointed to a flower bed teeming with soft red and yellow flowers over in a corner.

“Leave it to us!” Ash grinned, thumping his chest with one hand.

“Thank you, sweety. There should be a spare pair of gloves over in the shed.”

Ash nodded and raced over to the smaller wooden building off to the edge of the garden. The door was unlocked, so all he had to do was tug and swing the door opened. The interior of the shed was dark thanks to a lack of windows, but Ash’s eyes adjusted quickly to the lack of light. It didn’t take him long to spot the gloves his mother had mentioned; a pair of thick beige gardening gloves the same kind as the set his mom had on. They were large enough, made to fit over adult hands, that they fit over the pair of fingerless gloves he had on already.

Compared to traveling across a region on foot or breaking into a bad guy’s base of operation, weeding a comparably small flowerbed was easy. Especially with Pikachu helping. It wasn’t long before Ash was tossing in the last fistful of leaves and roots to the pile. Once that was over, he and his electric rodent buddy fathered up the weeds from the pile and carried them over to be thrown into the compost bin.

The sun was nearly at its peek in the sky, signaling that it was almost time for lunch.

“That should be good for now,” His mom declared, dusting her legs off as she stood up. “I’ll finish up later, but for now some lunch is in order.”

As if to agree with her, Ash’s stomach rumbled loud enough to be mistaken for a charging tauros. Ash’s cheeks darkened as he laughed, embarrassed. “Yeah, my stomach agrees with that notion.” His mom and Pikachu chuckled in amusement.

“Alright you two, I’ll call when lunch is ready.” His mom said as she took her gloves off and headed inside.

“Well buddy, I guess we’ll just sit out here and wait.” Ashe said, scratching the back of his head.

“Pika,” Pikachu chirped in agreement, nuzzling Ash’s cheek with his own.

Scratching his partner behind an ear, Ash pondered his options. It was probably a good idea to stay close to the house; his mom wouldn’t take that long to prepare lunch. They could go visit the oak corral, but they’d probably only have enough time to say hi before having to head back home. Thinking it over, Ash decided to sit down under the shade of a tree and just relax, Pikachu curling up in his lap.

The warm spring weather paired with a cool breeze and a peaceful atmosphere made it easy to relax. Ash yawned and leaned against the tree, eyelids starting to feel heavy. A little nap before lunch wouldn’t hurt, right? Pikachu seemed to agree with him; the yellow mouse Pokémon’s breathing evened out as his partner drifted off. With another yawn, Ash pulled his cap down low to cover his eyes. He barely even noticed the rough texture of the bark of the tree as he dozed off, dreams filled with far-off lands ad the Pokémon that called such places home.

<Greetings, Ash, it’s been a long time.> A familiar voice chuckled.

Startling awake, Ash pulled his hat back and looked up, a grin cracking open his face as brown eyes fell upon a familiar face. Jolted awake by his trainer’s sudden movement, Pikachu’s dark eye groggily blinked up. With a yawn, the small rodent looked up at what his partner was staring at with such a huge grin, and suddenly found himself fully awake too. A wide smile graced the electric mouse’s small mouth.

“Mewtwo, it’s good to see you too!” Ash called. Pikachu jumped onto the boy’s shoulder as he stood up. “What brings you all the way to Pallet Town? Last we saw you; you were taking your Pokémon friends to a safe place away from humans?”

The bipedal feline psychic type regarded the pair with a smile. His violet eyes burned with psychic energy as he lowered his body down onto the grass. A brown cape fell to about his middle, just about covering the entire top half of his body from the neck down.

<I’ve been traveling across this world, wanting to see with my own eyes both the best and the worst it has to offer. Our encounter at Cero Island was part of that journey, and my travels eventually brought me here.> Mewtwo explained.

“It sounds like we’ve both had eventful adventures,” Ash replied with a grin. “Are you planning on staying for a while? It would be nice to just hang out and talk for a change, and are planning on relaxing at home for the time being.”

<I haven decided yet, but I have been thinking about it.> Mewtwo admitted. <To see the placed that shaped who you are, I’ll admit I’ve been eager to visit this place for a while now. For now, though, I think a chance to just sit and talk does sound lovely.>

“Professor! These brainwaves…… The subject seems to be…”

Eyes open slowly to a world of amber. Intuition tells me that it has been a long time since last I’ve awoken, but just how long remains a mystery. There is no warmth, no cold; just an indistinguishable stasis that blurs the lines between dream and the waking world. For a moment, I can’t help but feel this is just another dream. But this was no dream, that is fact. Soon the sound of muffled voices catches my attention, their tones colored with amazement and wonder.

Why do they sound so happy? And what is it they are talking about? Peering into an inky amber abyss, I can make out several different silhouettes. Their edges are fuzzy, bleeding into the background until I am unable to tell what is a person and what isn’t. Soon my eyes become tired and heavy despite only having opened a few short seconds ago, the dream world beckoning me to return. I resist and power through the sudden exhaustion for as long as I can, trying to drink in everything I can see,

A reflection stares back at me, feeling the thick sheet of glass that separated me from the rest of the world. This explains why the voices are so muffled, and why I cannot make out what they are saying. A face stares back; rounded triangular eyes sag with the struggle of staying open set in a roundish face, pale markings sticking out from the dark coloring. Round triangular ears twitch in response to the voices beyond the glass. Something about this face is familiar, but all my memories are a blank. I watch as the face’s tired eyes blink sleepily in time with my own as I continue to fight off sleep.

Eventually something clicks and I have an epiphany. The tired face staring back at me is my own, it is my reflections I’m seeing. That explains somethings, but why did I not realize it sooner, even as tired as I am? Should my face not be the most familiar thing, memories, or no?

Before I can think more on it, a different face peers at me from behind the glass. Again, I do not recognize this face, but something about it feels more, familiar. The face is pulled into a grin, pride and satisfaction mingling together and unreadable eyes study me. Something about this person unnerves me, something about that smile makes me anxious.

“So, you finally awaken,” The person says, their breath fogging the glass. They are close enough that I can understand them, but their voice is still dampened by the glass. They seem to chuckle, weather at my attempt to stay conscious or at something else, I cannot tell. They pull away and turn to the people behind them. “Put him back to sleep for the time being; now hat his brainwaves are stable enough for him to maintain consciousness, we’ll proceed. Until then, keep him asleep.”

I open my mouth to protest, to demand I be released from this amber prison, but no words come out. Instead, a new wave of exhaustion crashes over me, and I struggle to keep my eyes open. The person stares back at me, and I see them laughing at my struggle. The last thing I see before I am forced to give in is that person’s lips moving. I cannot hear what they are saying, but all I feel is dread.

#pokemon #pkmn #Pokémon #ash ketchum #pikachu #mewtwo #delia ketchum #pokemon au

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crazyfandomluver · 6 months ago

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JITXICYOUXTJRDKCVHYRSAYURFIY OHVSUGEDYO *runs into your room and bowls you over with all of my affection*

@pampanope YOU ABSOLUTE SCALLYWAG I LOVE YOU!!! YOU READ MY MIND!!! I HAVE BEEN THEORIZING THIS SINCE I KNEW ADLER EXISTED!(albeit very quietly) Oh my gosh I can’t just see your amazing artwork and not absolutely loose my mind. 🥰🥰

Well now I might as well share some headcannons about this because now you got me thinking about it and I can’t help but go feral on this

In order for this au to happen, Adler would have retired sometime after his “death” and went into hiding. He met a lady one day, and fell in love, this was the first time that it had happened to Adler, so he was heartbroken when she died during childbirth. Adler had to hire a nanny to be able to help him figure out how to raise Phillip, as before all Adler had known how to do was to kill. After some time, and as Phil grew out of the age of having so much dependency on a mother, Adler slowly started to take care of Phillip on his own, and Phillip was the only person who was able to calm Adler down whenever he was having a rough time with his PTSD

Phillip wasn’t originally given the name Phillip Graves at birth, and he didn’t get it from the military either. He just got that as a nickname because he could never seem to keep a pet fish alive longer than a month, so Russell nicknamed him that because Phil always buried his fish in the yard/field, so he was always ‘filling up graves’ Phillip decided he thought the name sounded cool, so he took it with him into the military. He also didn’t want anyone coming after his family so he dropped the last name.

When Phillip came into Russell’s life, Adler wanted to make sure that his kid was safe and away from anyone who’d try to use Phil as leverage to get him to go back into the military, so they moved FAR inland to the country side, and got several acres of land, where he settled his small family and started a ranch complete with horses and other animals.

Phillip has a favorite horse out of all of them, a regal white female stallion named Majesty. The horse tends to have a temper sometimes, but Phillip is the only one that she will even listen to. She won’t even listen to Adler and it pisses him off to no end.

Adler’s favorite horse is a sleek black mustang, named Shadow (Guess who Phillip named his PMC after🤭) and he’s a calm horse, who doesn’t trust anyone other the small father and son duo. The horse used to be a draft horse, where he wasn’t treated properly, and Shadows’ breed of horse wasn’t even meant for manual labor like that. Adler found Shadow one day at an auction after the horse had kicked its previous owner after it had been abused too much. Adler immediately fell in love with the majestic stallion, and brought Shadow home that day

All the horses have been trained to protect their owners in case of an emergency. They know how to jump the fence if they ever see their owners in danger

Russell and his wife have two dogs, one’s a Doberman, the other a Great Dane. Both of them are females. They are fierce protectors of the little family, and one heck of a sight to see when they’re on guard mode. There was one time when kid!Phillip was exploring the forest with the dogs, searching for an escaped foal, when a wild boar suddenly charged out of the thicket at him. The Great Dane grabbed the collar of Phil’s shirt and tugged him back, while the Doberman started barking up a storm and nimbly distracting the hog until Adler could find them and take care of the boar. After he took care of the boar, he checked little Phil for injuries, but the only wound that he got was when his cheek and ear got grazed by the boars tusk when it was rampaging past. Adler was relieved, and put Phillip on his shoulders to help him continue the search, and to keep his little boy safe. Adler later spotted the foal, though it was stuck in a thicket, and after some careful cutting, he was able to get the young horse free and bring it back to its worried mother

Adler and Phillip have always had a good relationship, Adler would tell his son stories about his life working under the government, and he would teach Phil how to protect himself. His father’s teachings combined with the structure that the Marines gave him, made Graves one heck of a force to reckon with.

Graves didn’t let his father know that he was actually alive after the tank incident, but he also didn’t need to tell him either. Adler took one look at a photo of the tank ruins and went “My son isn’t dead, I taught him that trick myself” and just walked away with a little chuckle. After all, some people in the government still think that Adler is dead 🤫

And that’s it for my ranting darlings <3 I hope you enjoyed my word vomit about Adler and Graves having a bit of a domestic life! Feel free to discredit or contrast me if you wish, I just kinda made these in a rush abased off a few thoughts I had about what if graves had to take the 141 to his dads place because they needed a safe place

Russell Adler as Graves’ dad AU 🤣

Idk man the concept is hilarious to me

Annmd GASP! They have a good relationship!

Shadows be like oh shit hot dilf on base

#phillip graves #call of duty #phillip graves cod #graves cod #phillip graves call of duty #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod mw3 #graves call of duty #modern warfare #russel adler #russell adler #rusell adler #black ops #black ops cold war #call of duty black ops #black ops 6 #call of duty cold war #cod

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unexpected-satsuma · 2 years ago

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6 / ? - Summer

Chemist: Wednesday 17th

There seems to be a dilapidated cable car at the top of the valley. Its going to be a huge hike all the way up there. I’ve stopped for a break. It’s so warm here in summer, Goose stayed at home today. I wish I had too.

Moonbury gets humid as summer grows - we’ve been dealing with deluges. The roof in the Potion house leaks and Reyner has promised Mia when he recovers he will fix it for us. He has made no secret of his fondness for her.

I made it to the top. It’s a fucking glacier!

The cable car is rickety and completely unsafe. It could probably be fixed by the blacksmiths, but asking Runeheart and Opalheart to hike up here is a bit of a task. I’ll take note of what I think needs repairing. If Runeheart can make schematics from a sketch, we might have more Island to explore. I will see what Forrest and Bubble know about this later.

Matheo has begun to nod his head at me in passing. I suppose he can’t help but look down his nose at me, but still. He at least now accepts my gifts without insult.

Collin: Thursday 18th

We had a request today. The Moonbury delegation has found records of the same ice virus we are encountering in the Northern Territories...

I fear we cannot send them samples, as it is such a dangerous and volatile substance that if it were to be damaged on transport ... it doesn’t bear thinking about. I have enclosed as much information as we have gathered, in the hopes they can make ground where we have not. It is worrying, but it does not look to be dangerous to life.

Moira is revitalised with her studies. I have not seen her this focused in the decades since leaving the Academy. She studies this disease with her enchanted grin. I think my sister has come back to me.

Opalheart: Saturday 19th

The chemist requests we inspect these sketches of a cablecar. Runeheart is working on the gears. I shall finish the infrastructure.

We are running low on Horn and Moonite. Reyner has fresh tools for his return to us. I have sent forward money towards a new set of bellows, so he may enjoy his recovery time.

Runeheart shows promise in her work. I think she will be a wonderful successor. I shall have to have an apron made for her.

Reyner: Monday 21st

Today was my first return to work. I am still under strict instruction to take it slow. Runeheart promised she would watch me like a hawk, and I am finding it hard to shake her gaze.

The Potion House roof does not seem like a hard task. I will repair the doorframe too, and perhaps charge the cost to Matheo I wonder if their quarters are in need of new furniture. I have had too much time with my mind idle and I need to carve these designs out.

Goose keeps chewing on the new roof tiles but I am never angry with him. He is too doting for me to scold.

Xiao called by for tea today. He went inside the Potion House and did not come out for some time. I have no idea what he discussed with the the two.

Xiao: Tuesday 22nd

The fair has been shaped well. Nova & Hannah have strung yards of bunting around the square. Little Miss Rue & Leah have sown fresh flowers.

Socellia, Ottmar & Yorn are to bring food.

I MUST remind Opalheart and Ottmar they are needed to bring furniture from Lazy Bowl tomorrow!

The Medical Association sends flurries of parchment for our delegation. I met with them to establish the level of worry for the Island. Leah does not know if she can source the samples without the cable car access. Mia thinks the initial data is too inconclusive. Matheo has no information from his records. It does not seem to be too much concern for an epidemic.

Martha: Thursday 24th

I adore Moonbury.

We held the fair today, and it was delightful. Oh the food was so - ! Perfect. It was perfect. Rue wanted to dance all day, I could not possibly keep up.

The fruit Leah and Matheo and Forrest brought from the woods was delightful. I loved hearing Reyner play the flute for us again. Leano and Yorn poured drinks when the dusk settled in and we released lanterns into the pink sky.

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deviltoys · 4 years ago

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— ‘𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝘆.’

sakusa kiyoomi x top!male reader. (wc; 1.7k)

#a/n: lolol self-indulgent sakusa fic because i wanna breed him so bad. this is painfully horrible and short but hopefully enough to feed everyone for the time being!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, blindfold, overstimulation, breeding k., frat!au, gangbang, dubcon turned con, belly bulge, cum inflation, no aftercare, manipulation, sex slavery, implied somnophila.

joining the most prominent fraternity on campus was the last thing on his mind. sakusa struggled immensly when it came to social interaction, he even took extra precautions to avoid having to exchange any dialogue between peers. especially a bunch of guild boys who could barely keep their heads attached to their shoulders; but atsumu had somehow convinced him to give it a shot.

according to the miya twin, he needed to push past this boundaries and explore his comfort threshold a little more. the perfect place to do just that? a frat house. who's more loud and rowdy than a couple of douchebag adults trying to assert their alpha-ness by hosting a copious amount of house parties.

as much as he beseeched and argued against it, the frat scene had him hook, line and sinker. and soon, the unbearable pull of charming guys passing around pamphlets for recruitment day had caught up to him.

the hall of residence was a lot more alluring that media would lead on. he was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and charm of the home; the parade of shirtless guys crowding around the hobby room only added a sense of authenticity to the whole ordeal.

after he was plucked into the roster of other men trying their hand at slipping a way into the frat life of their dreams. the initiation was on the horizon, and sakusa’s overwhelming social anxiety from the day prior came flooding right back into his system. he had forgotten the most important rule about a brotherhood, proving your worth and loyalty to your new family.

the two paths you could choose to go down were no bed of roses— the first opportunity was to streak and sprint down the length of the campus yard. or a play special game, in which your fellow brothers would surprise you with.

no way in hell would he sacrifice his dignity by stripping down bare and humiliating himself in front of the entire university. his education was on the line, he had a reputation to uphold; the only option was to partake in whatever the sorority had waiting for him.

that's where you came in, merely handing the dark-haired male a piece of cloth to don around his eyes. the last thing he could recall about his surroundings was the eeriely warm yet sadistic expression you gave him— his vision melting into a blur of black when the blindfold made contact his skin.

“just find a place to sit on one of the couches, my brothers’ll be with you soon.” your tone was low and gravely, the remainder of his senses were heightened due to his loss of vision. his ears exploding with your voice and your voice only, he felt the flesh on his cheeks bleed from pink to red; praying you wouldn't notice his shift in attitude.

“ye- yeah.. okay, thanks.”

your footsteps faded into the backdrop, signalling him to begin his search for the couch. he'd rather die than have you watch him scramble around the room like a headless chicken. he stumbled around a little, as predicted— bumping into furniture here and there before his hips knocked into a pool table frequently used for beer pong.

his hands feel around the object in an attempt to slip past it, amongst all the chaos he's experiencing he's dimly aware of the presence of a group of people. the scuffling of shoes against the hardwood floors only solidify his suspicions, but before he's able to call out to you; or anyone. heavy pressure is placed atop his shoulder blades— the curve of hips lace into the divit of his ass until he's pressed against the table.

the silence drifting around the open space between your bodies isn't broken, nobody dare mumbles a sound. your broad palms slink up the underside of his shirt, keeping a painfully slow pace up his chest until your fingers pinch the first nipple they come in contact with. your free hand snakes around his hip and dips into the hem of his jeans before making it's way into the waistband of his boxers.

his body shudders desperately, thighs bucking forward as your fist pumps around the length of his twitching cock. by the time he can gasp out a flurry of winces, two fingers that weren't there previously, poke and prod around his rim. devilishly forcing his walls to mold around them and shape room for a few more.

both of your hands now find a home around his hips. your groin, which is positioned at his rear, ruts the outline of your erect bulge against his ass— plowing the multitude of fingers already planted inside of him, deeper. this only entails that the fingers now wrapped around his cock, teasing his chest, and sinking into the depths of his rectum all belong to a different set of people.

he once more unclamps his jaw to sputter out more nonsense, only moaning once the warm, wet agitation of lips suck a dark mark into the curve of his collarbone. he's overcome with bliss, marveling in the way each frat member simultaneously toys with his sensitive body.

an abundance of hands fumble with his zipper, unbuckling the leather around his waist— unlooping the material before tossing it aside. you shove his pants down past his calves, releasing your grip on him so that you're able to abandon your own set of clothes. there's more rustling of clothes and clinking of belt buckles and your hands return to him once more, binding his arms and shoulders while gently bending him onto the table.

bracing for impact, he's pleasantly astonished when his chin and shoulders sink into something soft and pillowy. you were kind enough to replace the hard surface beneath him with one of the sofa cushions, strengthening his trust in you.

with his body now calm and relaxed with aura around the six of you, you take a few moments to prepare your cock to breed your good little fuck toy.

hot breath teases the meek, male’s ear; your monstrous cock pressing into puckered hole only making the lewd torture of the situation worse.

“miya told us you'd like to become our little breeder sakusa, we've had our eye on you for awhile. is this true? do you want us to pump your little womb full of our children?”

atsumu? he was the one who had him in this position, such a trusted friend making him seem special enough to catch the attention of these compassionate boys? maybe he was born to be a slave for cock. atsumu wouldn't lie to him, would he?

oh poor kiyoomi, if only he saw right through that twisted facade.

you growl into the shell of his ear, he figures that you're the one who's bending over his back; threatening to breach his fertile hole. being the head of the frat, you got first dibs on all the fresh meat brought in, it's sad you'd have to share this one with your brothers.

there's nothing sakusa has to resist with, he whimpers out a few noises before you're rewarded with a barade of nods. a rise of chuckles and quiet exclamations from the group feed through his brain— apparently all of your peers are patiently waiting for their own couple of minutes with him. silent vulgarites phase past your teeth as you impatiently card a hand through his thick curls. plunging into the boy with one fluid motion, your cock vanishes from sight, disappearing inside of his stomach.

his ebony iris’ screw shut behind the blindfold. you can feel the way his womb parts just for your cock, the slimey g-spot of his is completely ignored as you push past it; the fat head of your cock mercilessly drilling into his belly. your cock is on full display, the layers of flesh seperating you from the outside world bend and jiggle around the outline of your shaft.

“i sure do hope you have enough room for all of our cum in there.” your thrusts don't falter, not daring to give his poor, ruined prostate a breather. “because we're not stopping until every single one of us has had a chance to knock you up!”

with those final words rolling off your tongue, your hips snapped long and harsh strokes into his twitching hole— cum bursting at the seams of your slit, balls tightening and enlarging as the pent up pleasure and lust readied the fat sacks for release. sakusa feels his tummy bloom with the first batch of warmth, sticky ropes of seed shoot right inside. perfectly filling him up in preparation for the next cock eager to breed his tight ass!

so wonderful, his womb feels so full and claimed! a bright and hot flush pools across his face; without warning the next cock sinks even deeper than the last. more of the groups genes passing through him, mating the frat’s new bitch over and over again. he's hit by a wave of orgasms after the second brother slams himself nice and deep, pumping his seed inside him once more. his asshole greedily opening and closing to filter as much thick cum as humanly possible into his intestines. before he's able to come to his senses, he's already chubby with semen; happily inviting the next member to come and breed his stupid body.

the entire night is flooded with sounds of hiccuping, skin on skin contact, and the leaking of cum being deposited right back into sakusa. the incredible feeling of his frat brothers groping and touching him up have him cumming time after time— all night he's shuddering as another orgasm passes through his frame.

once he's positively gushing with cum and reduced to nothing but an overstimulated puddle of arousal— you scoop up his limp, bloated body, collecting the rest of your buddies before carrying him to his very own dorm. labeling his room, the ‘breeding room’. the sorority didn't let him waste a dime of time rejuvenating his body with sleep. they didn't want their new play thing to go to waste; he was awoken multiple times during the wee hours of the night. cock fitted tightly between his lavish cheeks.

he was certainly going to love it here, nothing but a obedient puppet.

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The Fourth Year (Part I) - Chapter 04

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapter Words: 9.832K

Authors note: In this one I start to explore more of the magical bond between reader and wanda, and well, it will be very much about that from this one on. I need to know if you all prefer longer (and more detailed) chapters about the reader's years at hogwarts like this one (which has been divided into three parts) or if you prefer the pace of the first three chapters (with only the relevant events of the whole year). Enjoy your reading.

//-// x //-// //-// x //-//

It's very different having Nebula and Gamora at home.

You were used to having only Tony and Jarvis, and occasionally your father, but now that you have your friends sleeping in the next two rooms, you always have someone your own age to talk to and laugh about the same things.

It took a while for things to normalize, especially the first week. Thanos was furious about the letter that Gamora sent him, saying that they would live with you now. He showed up in the yard of your house the next day, and you have never seen your father so enraged.

They talked for many minutes, and then Thanos demanded to speak to his daughters. Nebula was trembling as she walked out the door, but your father stayed by their side during the entire conversation.

When they went back inside, Thanos left. Two days later, your father signed the adoption papers.

You were surprised when you discovered that Nebula was as passionate about magical mechanics as Tony, so it didn't take long for it to become commonplace for her to disappear into the basement of the house along with your brother, both of them wrapped up in some strange invention. You and Gamora usually spent most of your time in the backyard, she reading some Arithmanian stuff you didn't understand, while you played quidditch, or the two of you tended the garden. Mantis also came to visit you in the summer, and Groot was the size of a small dog now.

You exchanged many letters with Wanda during the vacations. And when Iron brought another one of them a little after dinner, on the antepenultimate week of vacation while you and Gamora were in your room talking about the coming year, she acquired a mischievous look on her face.

"What do you guys talk about so much?" She teased as you took the letter from Iron's beak. You shrugged, feeling your face heat up, and thought it better to look at the paper in your hands than Gamora's face.

“I don’t know,. Everything i think”. You answer.

Gamora is silent as you read the letter. You smile, because it is as if you hear Wanda's voice in the words you read.

"Can I ask you something?" Gamora speaks next, you make a noise with the little one in agreement, without taking your eyes off the paper. "Have you ever kissed anyone?

"What?" you ask in surprise, raising your eyes to her. "N-no."

Gamora's arms are crossed and she's sitting on the bed, and she raises her eyebrow in disbelief.

"Is that so?" She asks and you swallow dryly, confirming. Her expression softens. "I'm only saying that because a lot of people start dating in third grade."

You close the letter in your hands, placing it on the shelf beside you. Ignoring how the subject makes your stomach flip with nervousness, you rest your hands on your knee.

"Do you think we'll start dating too?" You ask shyly, and Gamora smiles, shrugging.

"Who knows?" She retorts. "I never thought about that either. But I do know that Pietro kissed Monica on the mouth after our leave vacation inside a cabin on the Hogwarts express."

"Are you for real?" You asked in surprise. "How did you find out about that?"

"Quill wrote to me last night." She says. "I forgot to tell you."

"Wow." You say.

"Yeah." She agrees. "Peter told me that Pietro turned red as a tomato, but kept smiling. I thought Wanda would tell you that."

You bit your tongue to avoid mentioning that you and Wanda don't talk about such things, and cleared your throat before shrugging.

"Maybe Pietro didn't say anything to her." You say. "I probably won't tell Tony when I have my first kiss."

"You're probably right." Gamora said casually. "But you're going to tell me, right? When you kiss someone, you need to tell me how to do it."

You laughed, walking over to Gamora.

"I promise I will." You say extending your pinky to her. She looks at you confused, "It's a pinky promise, haven't you ever sworn like that?"

"That's muggles' stuff." She comments with a smile, and you laugh.

"Yeah, my dad probably learned it from my mom." You say using your other hand to take Gamora's hand. "Come on, you put your finger like this, and then we swear."

Gamora laughed as she followed your commands, and then you repeated the promise. After you yawned, she bade you goodnight and went to her room.

You fought the urge to reread Wanda's letter, and threw yourself on the bed, not understanding why your brain was replaying Gamora's questions in your mind and you kept thinking of Wanda afterwards.

//-//

The Quidditch World Cup is happening this year, and you can hardly contain yourself with excitement.

You had been to the event a few times when you were younger, but now that you actually played quidditch it was a very different feeling.

Your favorite team was the Guardians of the Galaxy, who had played for England for many years, and were also your father's favorite team. Tony stopped liking them the first year, saying that they were losing too many games, but you knew it was because Steve Rogers was rooting for the Brooklyn Soldiers team and Tony was trying to impress him.

All your friends will be at the event, including many thousands of other witches from all over the world.

You have to wake up at dawn in order not to miss the time of the portal keys that have been scattered around the country by the Ministry of Magic, to prevent wizards from being seen disappearing into inappropriate places that could expose the magical world.

When you came down to the kitchen, everyone was already having breakfast. Your father kissed your forehead as he walked past you, a mug of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

"Finally awake, sleepyhead." Teased Tony when he saw you, you just yawned.

"Are we leaving already?" You asked sleepily, grabbing some toast.

"Yes, dear." Her father replied looking at his watch. "Get ready soon, or we'll miss the schedule."

You grumble in agreement, hurrying to get back to your room and take a shower.

When you are ready, and stretching as you walk to the outside of the house, Gamora joins you, a backpack on her back resembling yours.

"I can't wait to see the foreign wizards." She comments excitedly making you smile. Gamora didn't like the sport, and was far more excited to see the witches from the rest of the world than to watch the match.

"I bet there's going to be some Ilvermorny people's stall." You say as you catch up with your father, who was waiting next to Tony and Nebula. Jarvis waves goodbye to you from the doorway, and you begin walking toward the trail beyond the mansion grounds. "They are so show-offy."

Gamora laughs.

"I've never met anyone from the United States." She counters. "But some witches from Japan have been to my house."

You know that the mention of home or Thanos makes Gamora very uncomfortable, so you try to skirt around the subject.

"I guess Nurse Cho was from Mahoutokoro, huh?" You comment, and Gamora shrugs. "Thor had mentioned that during a class, I think."

"I wonder if the other schools are cool like Hogwarts?" She asks, and you smile.

"No place is like Hogwarts."

Gamora laughs, but agrees. You walk in silence for a few more minutes, and it is only when you reach an empty area that you stop.

"Here we are, people." Your father says next, slightly tired from the exercise. He waves for everyone to form a circle as he checks his watch. "Two minutes to go, children. Stand in position please."

There is a small cloth boot in the center of the circle, and you are not the least bit surprised because you know that portal keys are usually the most mundane things you can think of.

You all reach down and touch the boot with your fingertips. You smile at Tony who looks up at you. Two minutes later, you feel a tug, and everything spins around you. Taking a deep breath, you focus on controlling yourself as you are falling into the portal key. And then you land on the ground.

"Here we are." Your father says smiling beside you. You look to the side to see Gamora helping Nebula to stand up properly, as she had remarked that she gets a little queasy with this kind of magic. Tony throws an arm around your shoulders next.

"Ready to see the guardians lose, kid?" He teases causing you to let out a humorless laugh.

"You wish." You grumble pushing Tony lightly, who lets go as he laughs.

And then you start walking again, until you come to a place considerably noisier than where you were before.

The ministry seemed to have bypassed an area with low chains, and you notice the magical aura around the metal, signaling that everything was magically hidden.

There is a wizard in uniform at the entrance, and he collects the tickets before letting you pass into the hut area.

There are many tents of the most varied characteristics. You laugh in surprise when your gaze catches a conjuration exactly like a vacation castle, but much smaller in size. As you walk through the crowd, your father asks everyone to hold hands so as not to get lost as he guides you to the area where you would be staying.

Your father has rented a tent in a more private area of the place, and there are hardly any witches where you are. You like the silence, but you miss how much more fun the other place seems.

"The Rogers and the Barnes should be here by now I imagine." Your father comments as he waves his wand to open the cabin. You enter the room next, it is like a small winter home inside, very cozy.

"Yes, dad." Tony replies throwing his backpack on one of the couches. "I wrote Steve last night."

Howard grumbles in agreement, walking to the kitchen. You place your backpack on the floor next.

"Daddy, can I go look for Wanda and Pietro?" You ask and your father laughs, denying it.

"You didn't eat anything before you left, honey." He says turning around. "Eat something and then you can go look for them."

You grumble, but agree. While you are making some eggs, Steve's family arrives.

"Howard, you outdo yourself every year, my friend." Joseph Rogers comments as he enters the cabin. Your father smiles cheerfully as he hugs him in greeting, then greets Sarah, Steve's mother, with a kiss on the cheek. He ruffles Steve's hair and pats his arm, repeating the same gesture to Bucky, who follows behind.

" Is your father not here, James?" Howard asks next, and Bucky clears his throat.

"No, sir." He replies. "Since my sisters can't come, he took them to a music event in the muggle world. If you want my opinion, rock concerts are as cool as quidditch."

The comment makes Howard laugh in agreement, but Steve's family doesn't seem to understand very well.

Soon they were all around the room, talking animatedly about the most varied subjects. You exchanged a complicit look with Gamora and Nebula, and you took advantage of your father being involved in a conversation with Joseph to leave the cabin.

"Do you have any idea where Professor Lehnsherr has placed the tents?" Gamora asks you once you are outside and you look around.

"No." You reply. "Wanda just wrote that she and Pietro were going to be here too, but I don't even know if it's Magneto that's bringing them."

"We're just left to look then." Nebula concludes and you nod in agreement, starting to walk.

You walk back to the common tent area, looking around.

Gamora and Nebula are easily distracted by the amount of interesting things to see, and almost lose track of you when some witches from the Salem Institute hand them some exchange pamphlets.

It is only at the food stall that you finally find who you were looking for.

"My god, is that...?" You hear Gamora exclaim next to you in surprise. You know she was talking about Professor Lehnsherr, who is wearing jeans and a T-shirt and sunglasses and looks very well, and has a completely different posture than he usually has in class, but you are not looking at him anymore.

Your stomach is restless because you are looking at Wanda, wearing a black skirt with knee socks and boots, and a red jacket. She looks beautiful, and you are blushing.

Gamora waves to them from a distance, and it is Pietro who notices you guys first, waving back cheerfully while nudging Wanda on the shoulder. She blinks in confusion and then smiles when she sees you.

You think your legs have turned to jelly, but you continue walking toward her.

"It's so good to see you girls" Pietro exclaims happily as he hugs Gamora.

"Hi, Wanda." You greet with a half-hearted smile, but Wanda's face lights up and she jumps at you, hugging you tight, and making your heart soar. "It's good to see you too." You whisper humorously against her hair, and Wanda releases you with a reddened face, smiling widely.

"I missed you." She says to you shyly making you look away clumsily, but before you can add anything else, Pietro is greeting you as well, and Wanda does the same with your sisters.

"Hello everyone." Said a male voice next, and you stared at Professor Erik awkwardly. He didn't seem bothered by being approached by any of you, however, a hot dog in his hands.

"Hello, Professor Lehnsherr." You and your sisters said in unison, but the man had an almost friendly expression.

"Don't worry about being formal while we're here, girls." He says. "We're just sorcerers in here, looking for a little cheap entertainment."

You and Gamora exchange a look, not knowing exactly what to say next. Professor Erik sighs, and then looks at his children.

"You can go spend some time with the Starks, twins." He says making his kids let out excited exclamations. "Be back by the start time of the match, please. I don't want to lose sight of you in a place with so many people of unreliable origin."

You don't quite understand what "unreliable origin" means, but you don't question it, excited to spend some time with the Maximoffs.

After Erik gives them a few galleons to buy whatever snacks they want, you walk back to the cabin.

//-//

You spent the whole afternoon with all your friends in the cabin, playing magical games, practicing simple spells, and trying to guess the outcome of the match. When the first warning alarm sounded, you all let out a chorus of excitement.

You ran to your room, looking for the cheerleader accessories you had obtained, while ignoring the teasing Tony was throwing at you about the opponent team's sure victory.

He and the Rogers were all wearing blue and white scarves, bracelets and hats, which represented the colors of the Brooklyn Soldiers.

Your father was wearing a big red jacket with the symbol of a gold star, the team's mark. You gave him one of the buttons you brought.

Pietro was also rooting for the Soldiers, along with Nebula and Bucky, so you didn't try to lend any of your accessories to them.

Wanda was in the room when you put a blue scarf with gold accents around her neck.

"For you to support the team." You commented excitedly, without any idea that Wanda's flushed face was because the scarf smelled like you.

"Thanks." She said shyly, and you just nodded, holding some bottons on her shirt.

Gamora borrowed one of the hats you brought.

When you walked towards the stadium area, all the other spectators were leaving their tents and tents and going in the same direction, so the crowd was even bigger. You did your best not to get lost.

Once inside the iron structure, you felt someone nudge your shoulder.

"Pietro and I need to find Dad." Wanda said and you waved, but then frowned, nodding back.

"I think he found you first." You comment while watching Erik look at you as he enters the same iron corridor. He looks at your family and friends next for a moment, his expression serious. "See you after the game, right?"

"Of course." Wanda smiles before touching your arm lightly. You still feel the touch many moments later.

//-//

The match is absolutely incredible. It is even better because the guardians win with a remarkable difference when catcher Jean Gray captures the Snitch after the second half, the stadium vibrating in celebration.

It's a complete mess after that. There are fireworks, and a lot of noise. Even though they lost the match, all the Brooklyn Soldiers fans are so impressed with the incredible match that they join the celebrations.

You stumble out of the stadium between laughter, Gamora's arm around your shoulders as she laughs at the dance that your father and Joseph are doing on the way back.

Fans of the Guardians continued to light the celebratory fireworks, and there was a huge fireworks scarlet dragon streaking through the skies above your heads.

Your dad and the Rogers family go back to the cabin while you stay outside with Bucky and your friends, wanting to enjoy the rest of the fireworks display. You also want to see Wanda again.

"The Guardians are very excited, aren't they?" Bucky comments with a laugh, noticing an increase in the volume of the crowd's screams. You laugh and you look at the sky again.

When you blink, there is an explosion noise in the distance, so muffled by the other sounds that it makes you confused. Your friends don't seem to have heard, and you step forward, watching the crowd closely.

You see a lot of people laughing, and dancing, and it takes a minute for you to also notice those who are running.

"Guys." You call in confusion, and Gamora who was closest to you turns around with curiosity. "I think there is something wrong."

Another explosion occurs and this time everyone listens. The crowd in front seems to gradually realize that there is something wrong going on. And then the firework dragon in the sky is fading, considerably dimming the lighting.

Your father came out of the hut the next moment, a concerned look on his face, and the wand in his hands.

You feel a panic rising in the pit of your stomach when people start running and screaming, and you notice spells being cast from a distance. You were thinking it might be some kind of cheering team fight, but the possibility is completely ruled out when you notice the masked men in the crowd.

"Get your things now." Order your father out loud and then you are all moving back to the cabin, picking up all your belongings quickly. You hold the backpack tightly against your shoulders when you go out again, complete chaos around you. Your father, Joseph and Sarah lead you among the people, shouting that you need to get back to the portkey. You gasp in surprise when you feel a twinge behind your eyes, and you are struck by a vision of a forest. This little delay is enough to make you stay behind and lose sight of your family.

But you are not looking for them anyway. Your feet are spinning in the opposite position, and you are pushing people to run. You need to find Wanda.

//-//

You end up at the end of the camp, the tents far behind you. The sound of confusion drowned out by the distance. Feeling a new stab of pain in the head, your knees give way and your body lowers, while you raise your hands to your face, immediately being hit by a vision. This time you see a shadow of a tall figure, perhaps a man, standing in front of you. There is a metallic taste of blood in your mouth, and you want to get away, but there is something holding you back. When you blink, you're back the end of the camp.

You don't understand what's going on, and there is a feeling of hopelessness and helplessness in your chest, but you keep walking, crossing the magical chain and moving into the forest. You fall to the ground on your knees a moment later, intense pain all over your body. Gasping, you look up, only to see a green light form in the sky.

At first you thought it might be fireworks, but it was magic. The symbol of a hydra conjured in the clouds was beginning to move, and your entire body weighed.

You looked down, and your eyes caught a figure in the woods. It was a man, but he was too far away and you couldn't see his face. He had his wand raised to the sky, clearly being responsible for conjuring it up. Your head started to spin in pain, and you rested your hands on the ground to try to normalize your breathing, and then the man looked at you.

You felt your heart race when he started walking towards you, but then there were screams and footsteps, and he ran. A moment later, your father was kneeling beside you.

"Darling! Are you okay?" He asked worriedly raising his hands to your face looking for bruises. You sighed, still in pain. Only when the aurors of the ministry of magic raised their wands to the sky and made the mark disappear, you feel your body relieve immediately.

"I saw a man." You confessed breathlessly, and your father looked at you with confusion. But the wizards of the ministries seemed quite interested.

"Where, child?" Asked one of the aurors, you gasped slightly, feeling your body tremble a little.

"He went in that direction." You say pointing. "He was the one who conjured."

The woman nodded in understanding, and left after whistling for the rest of the Aurors to follow her. Your father helped you to stand.

"Honey, listen to me carefully." He said in a mixture of concern and seriousness. "Don't tell anyone about this."

“What, daddy? I don't.."

"Honey, please." He interrupts by stroking your cheeks with his thumb. “I will explain everything to you, I promise. But this needs to stay between us. You can't tell anyone what you saw in the sky.”

You swallow dry, but agree. Your dad doesn't let go of your hand all the way back to the portkey, and when you rejoin your friends again, you lie and say you just got lost in the food stall area after he gives a little grip on your fingers.

//-//

Your father doesn't explain anything to you.

When you return home, he receives urgent howlers from the ministry, and then he returns to the ministry of magic.

You are walking around the kitchen, outraged that you were prevented from looking for Wanda on your way out of the stadium and you have no idea if she is okay.

"What if the Maximoffs have a phone?" You grumble to yourself, but then you remember that you don't even have the number. You press your hands to your face, trying to calm yourself down. Wanda was fine. She had to be.

Gamora and Nebula are sitting on the couch, discussing something with each other, looking concerned. Tony locked himself in the room after Howard refused to tell him what was going on.

You don't understand why you have this horrible feeling in your chest, and you can't stop wondering if Wanda is okay, and then you support your hands on the table, trying to normalize your breathing and stop yourself from crying.

"Hey, breathe." You are almost startled by the voice at your side. Gamora touches your back tenderly, and you shake your head, feeling the tears flow. "She's fine, you need to breathe."

"You don't know that." You snap out of breath, and then Gamora puts her hand on your shoulder, asking you to look at her.

“We met Erik on the way out while you got lost. They left before you came back. ” She tells and you blink confused. “Wanda is safe. Breathe."

You gasp, and then your body relaxes as if a weight has been lifted off your back. Gamora looks at you with a mixture of concern and confusion, but you sigh, hugging her in appreciation.

"Thank you." You whisper against her hair. "I should have asked."

When you let go, she still looks at you with concern.

"Yeah, I know." She says assessing her face. "You should have asked how anyone else would do it."

You frown, not understanding what she is saying. But she still looks at you, suspicious.

“It looks like you were barely listening to us when your dad brought you back. And then I find you like that, and one word is enough to get you back to normal. ”

"What do you mean, Gamora?"

"I'm worried about you." She says. "I don't know what it is, but there is something strange about the way Wanda affects you."

You change the weight of your feet, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's talking about you not being able to bewitch Wanda." Nebula adds by getting up and walking over to you. You blink confused, ready to say that story was too old, but the girl is not intimidated. "She's talking about the way you behave around her."

"I don `t…"

"It's not just about liking someone." Nebula interrupts and you feel your cheeks heat up. "Gamora thought it was because you are in love, but that seems like something else."

Something in your stomach falls. You gasp in surprise.

"I'm not i-in love!" You exclaim with a racing heart. "I'm not…"

Gamora sighs impatiently, messing with hair. And trying to calm you down, she puts her hands on your shoulders next.

"Listen to me, okay?" She asks. "There's something weird about the way you care about Wanda. We don't know what it is, but you need to admit that you can see that too."

Facing your friend back, it takes a moment while you think of your words, for you to speak again.

"I saw a mark in the sky." You confess, deciding to disobey your father. Gamora blinks in confusion, and you clear your throat before you clear up everything that happened. Her hands fall off your shoulders when she opens her eyes wide for your confessions.

"Are you sure it was a hydra?" Nebula asks seriously and you wave.

"Do you know what that means?" You ask, and the girls exchange a look, but before they say it, you hear another voice.

"It is the Mephisto mark."

You get scared of Tony coming down the stairs, his gaze on you as he walks over to where you are. He folds his arms when he reaches you.

"Which means death walkers are back."

"Tony ..."

"You said you saw a wizard." He interrupts seriously. "Do you have any idea who it is?"

"No." You embarrassingly deny it, feeling your stomach sink with the look Tony is giving you. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You are the one who's been weird." He replies. "I'm just trying to understand what's going on."

"What did you mean by that?"

"What did you see in your head?" He counters with another question and you start to get angry at the way he is behaving, but tell him anyway. Tony sighs impatiently, turning in the opposite direction. He circles the room for a few moments before speaking again. “Daddy is never going to let us get involved in this. Especially now that you are having visions in your head. ”

"I still haven't told him about it." You grumble and Tony looks at you in surprise.

"Then don't say anything."

"What?" You exclaim with a frown in confusion. "What you mean? I need to say. I have to find out what it is. ”

Tony laughed incredulously.

"You still don't get it, do you?" he retorted. "Dad won't tell us anything. He didn't tell us about being an Auror, or about being friends with Professor Lehnsherr. He didn't even bother to try to understand why you can't bewitch Wanda!" Tony squirms angrily, and you shrink your body to the pitch of his voice. But he sighs, running his hands through his hair, and softening his expression. "I'm sorry, I'm not angry with you. It's just... I don't like being lied to."

You looked away, feeling tired. All this talk was making your head hurt, and the previous events had affected you more than you would like to admit.

"I don't know what we can do about this." You say. "I don't understand what's going on, and Dad would be the first person I would ask something, but he's not willing to help us. I feel like I'm at a dead end."

Tony lifts his arm to your shoulder, trying to reassure you.

"Hey, don't be so concerned about it." He says. "I'll find out what I can, and well, we're going back to Hogwarts next week. You and Wanda can try to figure out what this connection is about, while I try to figure out what's going on at the ministry."

You nod in agreement and Tony smiles, hugging you briefly. You hope that despite everything, you will have a quiet year at Hogwarts.

//-//

The Maximoffs are not on board the Hogwarts express.

You are in the same cabin as your friends, squeezed in because not everyone can fit in there, and you take several turns with Peter and Darcy in turn to sit down, while you are spread out in the corridor.

"No sign of Wanda, huh?" Gamora asked as she saw you looking around the hallway for the tenth time while you were standing outside the cabin, listening to Mantis tell you about her summer from inside.

"No." You reply. "I talked to her Slytherin colleagues, but none of them were very happy to tell me anything. Wanda didn't say anything in her last letter."

"Maybe she will arrive in a flying car, I hear they are popular." She jokes, making you laugh briefly. You can't ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach, and you sigh. Gamora places her hands on your shoulders. "Let's find something to distract you, okay? How about some explosive snap?"

//-//

Laughing at Quill's joke about the last statement in the Daily Prophet, as you walked off the train with the rest of your friends toward the castle.

A chorus of excitement coming from some students ahead of you caught your and your friends' attention, who looked in the direction curiously.

"Is that a ship?" You heard someone ask as they pointed in the direction of the lake.

There was a large old ship, right in the center, coming toward the castle. Everyone looked on excitedly.

"Students, please continue toward the castle!" Drax loudly commanded the crowd, and the students exchanged nervous whispers, all extremely curious to know who was coming to the castle. You swapped a glance with Gamora before following the crowd.

//-//

Already seated at the Hufflepuff table, you startled slightly when Mantis touched your hand.

"Calm down, you're making it snow." She asked gently. You shook your head, realizing the cloud you had accidentally conjured up above you. You had been so nervous the last few minutes, which only got worse when your gaze failed to find Wanda at the Slytherin table, and to no avail was the look of reassurance Gamora threw at you when she said she would ask her colleagues about her over dinner. As soon as you sat down at the Hufflepuff table, you played with your wand between your fingers, and before you knew it, it was snowing.

"Sorry about that." You mumble clumsily, putting your wand back away. Mantis is not angry, her look is one of concern.

"I'm sure everything is fine with Wanda." Mantis says to you, and you sigh, running your hand through your hair.

"I think so too." You say. "I just don't know why I can't stop thinking about it."

"Y/N..."

You lost your attention completely on Mantis as your gaze reached the door of the hall just as you noticed the figures entering. Wanda and Pietro, walking hurriedly to the Slytherin table, being two of the last students to enter the hall before the door closed. You made mention of getting up, but Mantis held you by the shoulders.

You were about to complain, but she pointed in the direction of the teachers' table, and you rolled your eyes, because the welcoming speech was about to begin. Your gaze remained on Wanda, but she was looking straight ahead. The only good thing was that the feeling of worry in you diminished considerably now that you were seeing her.

"[...] and I am proud to tell you that a very special event will take place at Hogwarts this year: the Triwizard Tournament!"

You are startled slightly when Headmistress Harkness' words reach your ears at the same moment that the main hall explodes in hubbub. You lose sight of Wanda because people are moving excitedly, and Mantis is nudging you to look forward.

It is only now that you notice the large stone globet and the blue flame displayed in front of the bench. You blink in surprise, feeling your face flush because you spent all the minutes of the speech staring at Wanda without realizing it.

Then the principal speaks again.

"Of course, the ministry has determined rules for the safety of the students." She recounts. "No student under the age of seventeen will be allowed to participate in the tournament, in addition to the dueling rules..."

The principal's speech was drowned out by the chorus of protests from the younger students, especially those in the fifth and sixth grades. You raised your eyebrow slightly, because you noticed that your brother was one of the boys who was shouting in annoyance.

Agatha then made a stern expression, clearly annoyed at having been interrupted, and it took only a few moments for the hall to become completely silent, and for her to smile again.

"Note that the other participating schools will be staying with us this year." She continues her speech. "Please welcome the students from Durmstrang Institute."

The doors to the main hall opened again, and a small crowd of students wearing thick winter coats entered. A tall, shabby-looking man with a scar over his right eye was at the front, guiding the students.

"Agatha!" Greeted the man with open arms as he reached the headmistress. Agatha smiled as she hugged him, and you tried to get a look at the new folks, as did the rest of the school, who were looking excitedly at the crowd. You let out a surprised exclamation when you recognized one of the faces. Your classmates also seemed to realize who it was, because many whistles and comments were heard.

"That's Jean Grey, isn't it?" Peter Parker asked sitting next to you. When you confirmed it, he widened his eyes. "Wow, I didn't know she was still in school."

"She's the youngest catcher of the century, Parker." You commented with a smile.

"She's very pretty, isn't she?" He retorted, and you made a noise of agreement.

The students reached the front of the hall next.

"It's good to have you here, Yondu." Said the headmistress. "How was the trip?"

"Wet and noisy, woman!" Rebutted the man humorously. He didn't seem too excited to greet any other teachers, focused only on the woman in front of him. Agatha looked at the students next.

"Please feel free to join any of the empty seats, all the houses were honored to accommodate you." She warned the students, but they only moved after Yondu waved lightly at them.

You bit the inside of your cheek, noting that almost everyone sat down at the Slytherin table. Yondu joined the students next, not failing to take a good look at the goblet before sitting down.

Agatha looked down the hall again.

"Let us also welcome our honored guests from Beauxbatons."

The students at Beauxbatons' institute seemed nicer the first moment you saw them, but as soon as you noticed the way their cloaks were bewitched to land gracefully on the floor as they moved, you figured they must be the kind of people who wouldn't be happy with Hogwarts' cleaning schedule.

The principal of Beauxbatons was a tall, stout woman, very beautiful. She had a crown on her head, and you wondered if the people of Beauxbatons were royalty in some way.

"Ovette, it is an honor to have you with us." She greeted Principal Agatha, but unlike before, her smile was cold, almost fake. The other woman didn't seem happy to be there either, but returned the greeting in the same formality.

The Beauxbatons students sat down at Gryffindor's table, and you giggled when Quill grimaced at you from his table as one of the boys sat down next to him.

Suddenly you felt very hungry. And dinner didn't disappoint.

"I think you'd better wait to talk to Wanda tomorrow," Mantis remarked next to you as soon as you finished eating. You frowned, looking at her.

"Why?"

"Professor Lehnsherr has been staring at the Slytherin table like he's going to cast a good behavior spell at them the entire dinner." She counters as she looks at the teachers' table. You look just in time to catch Erik with a stern look toward the students who were talking loudly on the end before he went back to eating his potato salad.

"Maybe he just expects better behavior while we have guests here." You comments, glancing back to the Slytherin table. Wanda's gaze has not searched for yours all dinner, and you are starting to get annoyed by this.

"If you're going to risk it, I suggest you do it before curfew." Mantis quips as she looks down at her own lap. Groot is trying to steal her piece of chicken, and she smiles as she hands him a loaf of bread.

You look around. All the students are sitting at their respective house tables, and despite the loud buzz of conversation, no one is standing. You know that if you stood up, and walked to the other side of the room, everyone would look at you. Sighing in annoyance, you rest your face on your hand and your elbow on the table, giving up on talking to Wanda during dinner.

When dessert arrives, you become distracted.

//-//

Your best idea is to catch up with Wanda at the end of dinner, but you frown when she doesn't get up from the table along with the other students. The next moment, Professor Erik is joining her, and the crowd of Hufflepuff students pushing you out makes you lose sight of her.

You mumble softly to yourself when you have to go back to the dormitory, and Mantis gives you a short smile, equally annoyed by your nervousness.

//=//

You tried to sleep. Maybe at some point you did.

After you went back to the dorm with everyone else, put on your pajamas and turned off the lights, you think you fell asleep almost immediately. But there was no rest.

The minute you fell asleep, you were somewhere else, fully conscious.

It looked like a graveyard, and there was a lot of smog. You turned over, feeling breathless, and saw a red light, maybe it was a spell. The next moment you woke up, panting, opening your eyes and immediately sitting up in bed. Surprised at the amount of sweat on your shirt, you frowned.

The dormitory was completely dark, and everyone was sleeping around you. You felt thirsty, and as you tried to understand exactly what you had dreamed, you left the room.

The rest of the common room was also empty, and you sighed as an idea crossed your mind. Biting your lips, you shook your head. No, you were not going to sneak through the dormitory into the Slytherin hall, because that was absolutely against all the rules, and more importantly, it would be weird.

Ignoring the sudden urgency you felt to follow your idea, you forced yourself back to your dormitory, hoping that you would be able to sleep again.

//-//

The next day, you had no need to look for Wanda, because she found you first.

As soon as you left for breakfast, accompanied by Mantis, you gasped in surprise as you felt some jump on you just before the entrance to the main hall.

"I missed you." Wanda sighed as she wrapped her arms around your neck. Some students looked at you curiously, but you didn't mind, circling Wanda's waist to return the hug.

"I missed you too." You retorted by hiding your face in her neck, feeling your whole body relax with the scent of her perfume.

But a sound of someone clearing their throat broke the moment, and Wanda turned away from you, her cheeks flushed.

"You saw each other last week." Pietro teased with a slight frown on his forehead. He didn't press the matter, however, greeting you afterwards.

You made your way to the Slytherin table, your newly awakened friends looking sleepy as they lazily enjoyed their breakfast.

After greeting everyone, you sat down next to Gamora, who was looking at the daily prophet.

"Not a word about what happened in the Quidditch world cup" She commented indignantly. The group shared the same reaction. "All the news is about the triwizard tournament being held at Hogwarts."

"Maybe they don't want to cause a panic." Quill then reasoned. You knew that he, as well as Mantis, only knew about what happened in the cup because of the letters you and Gamora sent.

"It just seems like they are hiding the truth." Gamora retorts without taking her gaze off the paper. You glance at the figures moving around before turning your attention back to your coffee.

"Clearly corrupt wizarding ministry matters aside, is anyone here going to try to sign up for the tournament?" Quill asked next, causing you to frown as Nebula and Gamora gave a giggle.

"No one here is of age." You comment with confusion, but Quill gives a wry chuckle.

"You Hufflepuff people are adorable." He teases making you laugh. He stretches his arms out to Pietro and Monica's shoulders next as he is sitting between them. "My Gryffindor buddies have found the perfect solution to solve this problem."

You look at the three of them curiously. Gamora rolls her eyes, and turns her attention back to the cereal.

"Let me guess, aging potion?" Nebula then suggests, and Quill lets out an impressed exclamation.

"Look at you Nebula, who would have guessed? I'll make a troublemaker out of you yet." He jokes, but Nebula just raises her middle finger at him, making the rest of the table laugh.

You are slightly distracted because Wanda asked you to pass the jelly to her and your fingers brushed against each other, and you had to keep it together, unaware because the sensation spread a tingle across your skin, so you are startled when Quill lets out an excited exclamation next.

"I just remembered!" He says. "I didn't complain enough about the cancellation of the Quidditch cup between the houses. I was sure Gryffindor would win this year."

Wanda lets out a wry chuckle, and Quill makes a mocking face at her, tossing a piece of bread in her direction.

You like to see your friends like that, playing with each other. The next moment, Mantis asks how Quill intends to get past the goblet spells to put his name on it, and the boy spends the next few minutes arguing that the aging spell is enough to break the enchantment, and your friends seem happy to argue with him about it.

//-//

You're not sure how you're going to tell Wanda that you need to talk to her about the events of the vacations, and the cup, and well, your connection to her, so you ignore the suggestive look Gamora throws at you after coffee and decide to put it off for as long as you can.

Your classes seem to have gotten even harder and more boring, but you struggle. It's even trickier to pay attention when the whole school is excited about the triwizard tournament, and there' a lot of noise between and during the classes, after a while, the teachers give up on calming the moods.

Without Quidditch, you have free periods, and you use this time to spend with your friends, either playing witch chess or explosive snap, or even getting some practice with your broom.

The foreign students get more comfortable as time goes on. You would think that they would be sleeping in one of the dormitories, but they are staying on the ships and in the carriages that they have come on.

The only times you got a glimpse of Beauxbatons' carriages was on the way to the class on the Tract of Magical Creatures, and you weren't the only one trying to get a better look, but the guardian Drax was quick to scare off any curious people who got too close.

With three weeks of classes, the atmosphere at Hogwarts had changed a lot. You knew it was because the date for choosing champions was approaching, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath about it.

Pietro and Quill actually proceeded with the idea of trying to fool the goblet with an aging potion. You and the girls joined them in the room where the magic object had been placed, and witnessed them try. And fail miserably. Wanda was worried that Pietro had been hurt when he was thrown across the room trying to get through the protective circle, but as soon as she saw his aged face, she laughed, and all the girls followed her.

Pietro and Quill were annoyed for three seconds before they began to laugh as well.

You fell silent the next moment, however, because Jean Grey entered the room accompanied by Headmaster Youndu, both of whom looked at you all reproachfully.

Jean placed a piece of parchment in the flame, and you all watched with some admiration as the goblet accepted her inscription.

The small admiring smile you had on your lip completely disappeared when Jean looked at Wanda on her way out, her gaze flashing in a way that made your stomach turn the wrong way.

When Pietro started talking about how amazing it was to have a famous player at school, you didn't feel excited about the idea anymore.

//-//

After your double period of potions on Thursday the last week of September, you could practically catch the anxious tension of your classmates in the air.

At dinner that night, the school champions would be chosen and even you, who were more concerned about the lack of news from home and the way Tony was clearly avoiding your presence, were curious to know who would be chosen.

The Goblet of Fire had been moved to the center of the main hall and you joined the Hufflepuff table with Mantis, noticing the warning look that Headmistress Okoye cast at anyone who was not behaving in the most chivalrous manner possible, but you didn't remark on it, noticing the wizards wearing formal attire at the teachers' table, probably being employees of the Ministry of Magic and reporters for the Daily Prophet.

A characteristic buzz was going on among the students, but the room fell silent as the students from the other schools entered the hall together with their principals.

When Headmistress Agatha began the selection ceremony, everyone seemed to hold their breath.

"[...] Tonight the goblet will choose the one who is worthy to represent their schools in the triwizard tournament. The ceremony of choice begins now." She gracefully presents, wand in hand. Agatha touches the tip of the goblet next, and the flame on the top changes to red briefly, expelling a piece of parchment through the air. Agatha catches the item between her fingers. "The champion of Durmstrang is Jean Grey."

The room erupts in applause and tears of celebration. You clap happily too, completely forgetting about that day in the hall. You knew that Jean had become quite popular among the Hogwarts gossips, especially since she is already a celebrity, so the reaction of your classmates was not a surprise to you.

You and the rest of the students watched as she accepted the parchment from Agatha before greeting the ministry wizards, and then walked into the small door behind the teachers' desk. As she left, everyone was silent again.

Principal Harkness repeated the wand movement on the goblet, and the flames turned blue again. She paused briefly before announcing the next champion.

"Beauxbatons' champion is Maria Hill!"

You watch a very elegant girl get up from one of the front seats and walk in the same direction as Jean amidst the applause. The commotion is a little less than Grey's, but you know that it is only because Grey was famous.

A moment later it is the turn of the Hogwarts champion, and you are much more excited for this.

Agatha also seems more excited about this, a small smile escaping her lips before she repeats the wand movement.

When the parchment falls into her hands, she reads it aloud.

"The champion of Hogwarts..." She begins and her expression falls, her frown frowning. The brief suspense only makes everyone even more anxious. "Wanda Maximoff."

The crowd's reaction is remarkably different from the other champions; the hall explodes into a buzz of accusations of cheating, pointing out that Wanda was underage, and even snide remarks about a Slytherin representing the school, but you were barely listening. A wave of preoccupation takes over your body completely, and you look around the table for Wanda, but she is already standing up, her chin held high despite all the negative comments. She accepts the parchment Agatha hands her and heads in the same direction as the other champions.

Harkness makes another movement with her wand and the flame from the goblet goes out. In the next second she is leaving the room, being escorted by the other directors and the ministry officials to the Hall of Champions. As soon as the door closes, the hall explodes in agitated hubbub, and many people stand up.

As the teachers call for calm, especially for the Gryffindor students who accuse the Slytherin of cheating, you and Mantis stand up and join your friends.

"I can't believe that just happened." Gamora comments as soon as you reach her, as impressed as she is concerned.

Your gaze searches for Pietro however, and he looks upset.

"Comrade, your sister is the champion of Hogwarts! She managed to do what we were trying to! Why the long face?" Quill asked his friend excited and confused, but when he went to hug Pietro, he pulled away, an angry grimace on his face.

"I can't believe Wanda kept this from me." He grumbled, you and your friends looked at him in surprise.

"Come on Pietro, maybe she didn't think it would work and didn't want to say anything." Quill suggested but the boy shook his head.

"No you don't get it." He retorts. "She absolutely could not have risked doing something like that."

And then he turns away, and heads for the teachers' table. You and your friends are left with puzzled expressions, but upon noticing that he looked like he was going to be talking to his father for quite some time, you return to your conversation.

"I can't believe Wanda didn't tell anyone about putting in the name on the goblet, that's incredible." Quill adds. Nebula begins to argue how dangerous it was for someone without enough magical acquaintance to be in such an ordeal, and your stomach does a turn. You walk away from the conversation, heading toward the group of Tony's friends who were standing a few feet away from you.

"Hey, your friend just caused a stir around here." Tony jokes as soon as you reach him.

"I noticed it." You retort as you spot Professor Strange separating with a spell a student who jumped on top of another. "Everyone is talking about how dangerous it is for her to participate, can you tell me anything good about it?"

Tony laughs at the desperation in your voice.

"I figure eternal glory and the thousand-gallon prize is the good part." He teases, and you run your hands through your hair, trying to ignore the urge to go into that little room and find out if Wanda is okay. Tony assumes a serious expression next, and lowers his tone, not that it was necessary, since everyone seems wrapped up in their own conversations. "You also find it strange that this happens after what happened at the cup, don't you?" He asks and you nod. Tony sighs. "Maybe this is a good time for you to talk to Wanda, little sis. About how you feel about her. And well, maybe as you help her practice for the tournament, you guys can figure out what that connection means."

You nod, feeling your cheeks warm. It was still strange how all your friends knew about the way you cared for Wanda.

You wanted to ask Tony if he had found out anything since you last talked properly, but Professor Strange ordered everyone back to their dormitories the next moment, and after Tony messed up your hair, you turned and headed toward the Hufflepuff students who were leaving the hall.

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There was no way you could sleep without talking to Wanda, so you risked an detention by sneaking out of the dorm after curfew. Mantis grumbled at you to be careful before turning over in her sleepy state, making you laugh softly.

You used a simple invisibility spell on yourself, not so strong that you were completely invisible, but enough to blend into the shadows of the castle as you descended back into the dungeons. Hogwarts was, yes, very scary at that time.

The board at the entrance was sleeping, and after removing the invisibility spell, you poked it with your wand to wake it up.

"What, what is that?" Complained the irritated painting, looking around and acquiring an angry expression when he noticed you.

"I'm sorry. Keep your voice down please." You asked. "I need to get inside."

The painting looked at you suspiciously.

"I have seen you here before, but you are not from the honorable house of Slytherin."

"That is not your problem, Mr. Talos." You retort impatiently. "Just let me in. The password is Polyjuice Potion."

"Your friends will get in trouble if they keep sharing their password with you." Warned the painting before moving, giving you passage to enter.

"Thank you, Mr.Talos." You said with slight irony, walking into the dormitory.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked around at the empty environment. You were used to the place, but it was still creepy when poorly lit like this.

"We don't like intruders." Spoke a voice in the corner of the room, making you jump in fright.

"Damn, Nat, you scared the hell out of me." You complained, putting your hand to your chest and feeling your heart racing. The girl giggled, closing the book in her hand and standing up in your direction.

"Why are you here?" she asked with her arms crossed.

You gave her a lopsided smile.

"I came to check on Wanda, of course."

Nat narrowed her eyes at you.

"Why?"

"Why?" you retort after a short laugh. "Because she has just been chosen for the deadliest competition in the wizarding world, and everyone in this place wants to remind me of it!" You exclaim, and can't stop yourself. "I heard a girl say in the hallway that the tournament was banned for the number of deaths! Did you know that? Yeah, neither did I. And well, I can't sleep, because I keep thinking that something like that might happen to Wanda. And when I think about it, I can't breathe and I..."

"Stark, breathe!" Natasha interrupts you with concern, placing her hands on your shoulders. You gasp slightly, realizing that your eyes are filled with tears as you notice your vision blurring. You sigh, trying to normalize your breathing as you force a smile and wipe your face. "God, what was that all about?"

"It was nothing." You grumble. "I'm just worried."

Natasha doesn't buy your excuse, though.

"Tony told me about what happened in the cup." She says as she lowers her arms. You look at her in surprise. "He also told me about how connected to Wanda you have been feeling. I just didn't imagine that you would almost have a little tantrum at the possibility of her getting hurt."

You feel your cheeks flush, looking away to your shoes.

"I didn't have a tantrum."

"Nearly." She teases, but you don't laugh, feeling your stomach churn. Nat looks at you seriously next. "Wanda's not here."

You raise your head in surprise.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know." She replies. "Believe me, you weren't the only one who tried to talk to her. The whole dorm was wanting to know how she tricked the goblet, but no one has seen her since the selection."

You feel your heart soar, and seeing the way you react, Nat raises a hand to your arm again.

"Hey, try not to think about it so much." She says. "Maybe she's with her father. I imagine it's been quite a commotion that a minor has swindled the goblet, and the ministry must be trying to decide what to do. She must be in the teachers' dormitory, she is still a child after all."

"Wanda is already fifteen." You grumble.

"Yes, and I'm sixteen. We're all kids, Y/N." She retorts. "I don't think Professor Lehnsherr was going to leave his daughter alone at such a time."

You sigh, nodding in agreement.

"Try to get some sleep, will you?" Nat asks next. "I'm sure Wanda will talk to you tomorrow. And well, I think she's going to need her best friend to not sleep through the conversation."

"Wanda said I'm her best friend?"

Nat laughs at the way you talk, probably sounding like a lovesick puppy.

"God, you two are a disaster." She comments before waving you toward the exit. You bid her goodnight and thank her before walking back to your dorm.

//-//

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husbandohunter · 4 years ago

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Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]

Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)

Coming soon...

Albedo and Childe

Zhongli and Xiao

(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp

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Diluc

• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining

• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)

• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.

• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.

• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.

• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.

• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.

• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.

• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.

• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri

• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).

• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).

When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future.

It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...

"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.

"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"

He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.

• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)

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Kaeya

• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).

• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~

• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).

• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7.

• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?

• Would attend all annual events no matter what season.

• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."

• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.

• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.

• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.

• He didn't tell you of course.

• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.

• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.

Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.

Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find.

“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”

“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”

And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.

Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...

• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.

Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his. Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate!

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queensoybean0724 · 3 years ago

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Succession Chapter 15 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 15

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, Salvatore Moreau

Rating: PG-13 for language

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary. While flying to collect you inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction. Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter 15

You awoke with the urgent need to pee. The room was pitch black, the fire in the hearth burning out hours ago. You couldn’t see anything. You were incredibly sleepy and could have very easily fallen back asleep, but the need to use the facilities outweighed your slumber.

Heisenberg spooned you, his arms wrapped tight around your body, holding you close. You smiled at the feel of his breath on the top of your head. He was sleeping soundly and you knew he needed his sleep. The feel of his naked body against yours was so comforting and you didn’t want to bother him, but you really had to go.

Trying hard not to wake him, you slowly started to pry his arms from around your body. Heisenberg moaned and pulled you closer to him. “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured sleepily, nuzzling his nose in your hair.

“I have to pee,” you said. His soft moan of disapproval made your heart clench. He begrudgingly let you go and you sat up, moving your feet to the floor. “Come back soon,” he whispered, rolling onto his back. He slung one arm across his eyes as the other lay on his stomach.

You stood to your feet and blindly walked naked towards the door. You knew there wasn’t any furniture between the bed and the door, but you wanted to make sure you didn’t run into anything. The door was closed and you could hear the faint noises of the factory on the other side. You held your hands out in front of you and made your way towards the noise.

You sucked in a pained gasp when your toe hit the edge of the kitchen area. “Ow, fuck!!” you cried out, “fuck fuck fuck fuck!!” You hopped on your uninjured foot as you grabbed your stubbed toe, whining and cursing.

“What was that? What happened?” Heisenberg asked from the bed.

“I stubbed my fucking toe!” you whimpered, squeezing your toes in one hand with your other hand pressed to the counter top. He was quiet for a moment before laughing. “Shut up,” you grumbled at him. You felt along the wall and found the door knob, opening it wide.

The lights from the hallway were a welcomed sight as you went into the bathroom. You closed the door, locked it, and relieved yourself. Flushing the toilet, you walked to the sink and washed your hands, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a mess. You looked down at your hips and thighs and noticed a peppering of bruises and bite marks. Your muscles were starting to feel sore and achy. It made you smile.

In between naps and cuddles, you and Heisenberg had done nothing but stay in bed and fucked for the last several hours. He was insatiable. His hands and mouth had touched and explored every inch of your body. You two had made each other cum over and over again. Finally, after reaching a point of exhaustion, he pulled you to him and the both of you passed out.

You turned off the bathroom light and went back to the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. With the little amount of light spilling in, you were able to find your way back to the bed.

You slid under the covers and into Heisenberg’s waiting arms. “How’s your toe?” he asked, pulling you close and kissing your forehead. You rested your head on his chest, placing your hand on his stomach. “It’s fine,” you murmured.

“Sorry I laughed,” he said with a slight chuckle in his voice. You growled softly and cuddled deeper into his arms.

When the two of you awoke in the morning, Heisenberg made breakfast...eggs and bacon again. You poured yourself a mug of coffee from the small pot Heisenberg had on the back of the stove. It wasn’t as good as the coffee you were used to from back home, but you cut him some slack...after all, you doubted the Duke had various flavors of coffee available to buy from his carriage.

Heisenberg found another chair in a room down the hall and pulled it into his quarters so that you and he could sit next to each other while eating. After years of him living alone, he only needed one chair in his room. But you were with him now and he wanted to make accommodations for you.

Heisenberg brought two plates to the table, setting one in front of you and the other for him.

“I thought you didn’t eat breakfast,” you asked as you picked up your fork.

“Usually I don’t,” he responded, “but as of late, I’ve worked up quite an appetite…”

You snorted and clamped your hand over your mouth to keep food from flying everywhere. Heisenberg laughed as he chomped on a strip of bacon.

The two of you ate in silence, Heisenberg stealing glances at you from time to time. He watched as you pulled one leg up to the chair and let the other hang over it. He studied your eating habits as you went from a forkful of eggs to a strip of bacon and ending with a mouthful of coffee. It had been a long time since he had someone share his living quarters…

He quickly shook those thoughts away. It had been years since he last thought of them and he didn’t want to be reminded.

“So,” you said, pulling Heisenberg out of his thoughts, “I wanted to do something today…”

“Really?” he questioned, arching his brow, “and what might that be?”

You rolled your eyes. “Knock it off, pervert,” you muttered, “I want to see Salvatore.”

“No fucking way,” Heisenberg said bluntly, lifting his mug of coffee to his mouth.

“I want to give him something,” you said, turning your body to face him, “the bracelet I got from the Duke...I want to give it to Salvatore. To show him that everything is okay and that I’m not mad at him…”

Heisenberg shook his head, placing the mug down. “Everything is not okay. You could have died, Y/N. If I wasn’t in the area and hadn’t heard your screams…”

“This isn’t up to you,” you said defiantly, “I want to go see him and I’ll go with or without you.”

Heisenberg laughed loudly, tossing his head back. “Are you getting tough with me, pussycat? You think I would let you go there alone after all I’ve told you about this place? You know, I could go back to chaining you to my bed and locking the door…”

You met his amused eyes with a serious look. “Please, Karl,” you implored, “we don’t have to stay long. Come with me, let me give him the bracelet, and then we can leave…” You put your hand on his arm, squeezing it slowly. “I’ll make it up to you…”

He looked from your hand on his arm and up to your mischievous eyes. “Anything, dollface?”

Your heart skipped a beat momentarily at his words. Oh fuck, you thought, what depraved possibilities could be spinning in his head right now? What have I gotten myself into? But you swallowed your tongue and simply nodded.

“Fine,” he said, “we’ll go in an hour…”

The ramshackled building that Moreau lived in hovered yards ahead as you and Heisenberg walked closer. The sun peeked out occasionally through thick clouds. There was a brisk chill in the air as you shoved your hands in the pockets of the oversized coat you found in the plane wreckage. You had spot cleaned it in Heisenberg’s tub the day before, scrubbing the slobber and blood that the lycans had gotten on it your first day in the village.

Heisenberg huffed under his breath as you reached the wooden door, slinging his large hammer around and propping it up against the wall. “Smells like rotten fish,” he mumbled, “which means my brother is home…”

You shot him a glare. “Do you think you could not be so rude to him? He is your brother.”

“Not by blood,” Heisenberg shot back. You shook your head as you pushed the door open.

“Salvatore?” you called out, “it’s Y/N and Heisenberg! Are you here?!”

It was quiet for a moment. You could hear the soft sloshing of the water in the reservoir. A clock ticked by somewhere. Birds flapped their wings and flew up towards the ceiling and in and out of small openings in the roof.

“Salvatore?” you called out again.

“MOREAU!” Heisenberg yelled loudly, making you jump out of your skin, “where the fuck are you???”

“Jesus,” you breathed, your hand at your chest, “you scared me to death!” He simply shrugged as you heard shuffling from down a hallway.

“K-Karl?” Moreau called out, “...what are yo-you doing here?” He turned the corner and saw the two of you standing there. “Oh! Y/N! Oh ho, how are you?? I thought you were m-m-mad at me…”

You smiled and came forward, reaching both of your hands to him. “No, Salvatore, I’m not mad! It was just a crazy ordeal that got out of hand and I wanted to let you know...”

Moreau looked down at your outstretched hands and hesitantly lifted his. He was very slow at placing his hands in yours for fear that you didn’t want him to touch you. He was used to people over the years being afraid of him, calling him a freak, and picking on him. It still felt recent, but it had been close to thirty years ago, when local children would see him walking through the village and pelt him with pebbles and rocks. They would call him names, plug up their noses, and jeer at how much he stunk. Unless he was beckoned by Mother Miranda, he stayed in the reservoir from then on out. He would get his revenge a time or two when some of the bullies would jump in the water for a swim. He would quietly slip under the surface of the water, turn into his huge, monstrous self, and rip them to shreds. It was one of the few times he recalled ever being truly happy and justified.

You smiled at him and gave his hands a soft squeeze. They were slimy and felt unusual, but you didn’t say anything; you would wash your hands later. “I got something for you...just to let you know there aren’t any hard feelings…” You released his hands and went for your jeans pocket, pulling out the carnelian bracelet. “I got it from the Duke. It’s a carnelian crystal. It represents joy, friendship, and togetherness. It made me think of you.”

Moreau looked down at the bracelet you extended towards him. His eyes took in the red crystal. His mouth opened and his jaw trembled. “This...is fo-for me? A present for me?” he asked. You smiled and nodded. A low sound that could only be described as the beginnings of weeping formed in his mouth. You let it hang from your fingertips as Moreau closed his hand around it. “Thank you,” he said happily, “oh, thank you, Y/N! This is the best gi-gift I have ever gotten!” He looked joyful and happy before his body began to jerk. With a sudden loud gag, he turned away quickly and vomited green fluids on the floor.

“Ugh!” Heisenberg muttered under his breath. You turned and shot him a warning glare.

“It’s okay, Salvatore,” you assured, turning back to him.

Moreau wiped his mouth with his other hand, looking at you. “Sorry,” he apologized, “it happens sometimes…”

Heisenberg clapped his hands together once as if everything had corrected itself and they were all good to go. “Well, brother,” he announced, “it’s always nice to see you. Don’t be a stranger, don’t forget to write, you know...all that jazz…”

“Thank you, Heisenberg, for coming to visit,” Moreau said, “and thank you for bringing me the fish and cheeses last week. They we-were very good…”

You slowly looked up at Heisenberg with an amused look, as if to say “oh, what a nice thing for you to do for your brother…” He looked at you for a split second before turning away and mumbling “you’re welcome.” You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips. Heisenberg could try all he might, but there was goodness inside of him...he didn’t show it a lot, but it was there.

With a short grunt, he looked down at the floor to his left and found a scrap of metal that looked to have fallen from the ceiling. He reached down and picked it up quickly, showing it to his brother. “Yeah, well...I’m taking this!” Heisenberg announced, turning around and stomping out of the reservoir building.

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing. Turning back to Moreau, you bid him goodbye and promised that you would come see him again soon.

You jogged out of the building as Heisenberg grabbed his hammer and slung it over his shoulder, the metal scrap dragging behind him in the snow.

“How old are you again?” you quipped, walking with him up the path back towards the factory.

“Shut up…” he grumbled.

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