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ahgasegotarmy116 · 25 days ago

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The Art of Etiquette Part 11 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: The days leading up to the ball become fewer but a harsh reality hits you leaving you more conflicted than you already were. Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2k~ Warnings: No real warnings a/n: So yeah...it's been a while. Sorry it took me so long to update this story and sorry it's so short but I wanted to bring this one back into the light. I know I keep on saying the ball is in the next chapter but it really will be in part 12 I promise. I wanted to make this chapter longer but I figured I made you guys wait long enough...plus I needed to reintroduce something I spoke about in the first chapter. Start from the beginning

The next couple of days go by in a blur.

Extra long lessons with Jungkook after my seemingly never ending lectures have my head pounding.

"Miss y/n?" my professor calls me over to his desk, finishing up my last lecture before I have to go see Jungkook. "Yes?" I ask and wait patiently for him to hopefully get to thee point sooner rather than later.

"The submission deadline for the writing contest is this weekend. Have you submitted your piece?" he asks, looking up at me through his glasses from his seated position.

I curse at myself internally, having completely spaced about it.

"I haven't but I plan on doing so as soon as I can! The deadline is Sunday night right?" I pray, hoping that I'm correct. "It's Saturday night at 11:59 pm. Do you think you'll be able to complete it in time?" he questions, adjusting his glasses.

"Yes, of course. They won't be holding the awards ceremony until next month though correct?" I ask and he hums, confirming my suspicions. "Should be around two or three weeks after depending on how many submissions they get"

I nod and thank him once more for the opportunity and luckily the reminder as well and quickly rush out. I choose to text Jungkook this time the reason why I'll be a few minutes late again, hoping that'll keep him from nagging me about it too much

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"You seem...distracted today" Jungkook points out, watching as I wondered off in thought for the fifth time today.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. What were you saying?" I ask, feeling guilty since he's gone out of his way to go through the guest list of the rsvp'd attendees of the ball this weekend. Making sure to tell me a little about each family to hopefully prepare me for the kinds of people that'll be there and how to compose myself around them.

"Let's take a break, otherwise you'll start mixing everyone up" he chuckles and sits down in a chair that's more or less facing me.

"Are you alright?" he asks, tilting his head and taking note of the wrinkles between my brows as I'm clearly fighting some sort of internal battle that doesn't involve him today.

"I have this writing contest that I had completely forgotten about and the due date is this Saturday" I sigh, slumping in my chair but this time he luckily doesn't scold me for it.

"The same day as the charity ball..." he trails off and I nod, covering my face with my hands.

"He told me about it over a month ago" I grumble and Jungkook chuckles warmly at my inner turmoil. I groan as a response and he decides to not tease me about it anymore.

After a while of sitting in silence he pulls my hands away from my face, making me glare at him as a response.

"Today is Tuesday correct?" he asks and I respond with a sigh of a small 'yes'. "I have an idea then" he says, peaking my interest. "Why don't we spend part of our time on our lessons and the rest of the time on your paper" he offers making my brows furrow.

"You'd do that for me?" I say, sitting up straight in my chair, trying to figure out if this is a joke or not but he simply nod.

"I don't see why not. You've been doing well in all of your lessons with me and I think you're more than prepared for the ball so there's no need to beat a dead horse. We'll just spend a little bit of our time getting to know the attendees and do a dance or two to keep you sharp and then I'll help you with your paper" he says and get's up to clear a space on his desk.

"You'll help me?" I question, his willingness to sacrifice our lesson time for my extracurriculars surprising.

"I know it's important to you and if there's any way I could be of any sort of help to you then just let me know. You can work at my desk if you'd like" he says, picking up my bag that he knows has my laptop in it and bringing it over to said desk.

It's times like these where he's sending me mixed signals of going from an etiquette teacher to someone who seems to truly care about me that makes me almost want to ask him questions like 'What are we?' or 'What are your intentions with me?' but even that last one is too open ended.

"Are you alright?" he asks, when I haven't moved a muscle to walk over to his desk yet leaving me shaking my head in a way to get me out of my train of thought.

"Yes. Sorry, yes I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out what sort of topic I'd like to write about" I explain, owning up to what my partial train of thought might've been earlier.

"Well what sort of contest is it? Is it for an article? A study?" he asks, going at it with a more academic approach, which makes sense in this case it's anything but that.

"It's creative writing. Basically anything from stories of love to poems of heartbreak to even the most suspenseful horror thrillers you could come across!" I say, getting more excited as time goes by, thinking about all the possibilities and topics I could write about.

Picking one though is going to be difficult.

"Have you chosen your genre yet?" he asks and I plop myself down on his desk chair, sighing and opening up the blank document that I've been staring at off and on for weeks.

"You haven't even started it?" he sighs and I shake my head, disheartened at the thought of waisting so much of my precious free time with nothing to show for it.

"What do you usually write about?" he asks, helping me work through the creative process. "Mostly love stories" I sigh and when I look up at him I see him smiling down at me, "Don't laugh" I glare and he holds his hands up in surrender.

"I wasn't laughing, I was smiling. There's a difference" he smirks and brings a chair over to sit near me. "Yeah well don't do that. It makes me feel like you're mocking me for being a lovesick schoolgirl" I grumble and he chuckles.

"Aren't you?" he says, resting his elbow on the desk and propping his chin on his fist, giving me that infuriatingly attractive grin he knows does wonders on a girl's nervous system. "No, I'm not. Now would you please be quiet if you're not going to be helpful" I huff, pulling the flyer out of my bag and giving it a once over.

"Okay enough with the teasing I'll help" he says and looks over my shoulder to check it out as well before I hand it to him and go looking through my Pinterest board to see if I can find some inspiration.

"Have you ever written a love story set in the eighteen hundreds? Something to do with kings and queens? Princes and Princesses?" he suggests and I know for a fact that I haven't. "Isn't that a little too cheesy with the whole fairytale kind of route?" I say, pointing out how cliché it would be.

"Not if I help you" he offers and I look at him suspiciously. "What sorts of people do you think I would have to study in order to be a proper etiquette teacher?" he says, his words answering the question I had telepathically asked.

"I guess you'd be the perfect collaborator in that respect" I admit and he nods and moves his chair closer making me lean away from him as a response.

"You know I don't bite pretty now come on, we've got some work to do" he taunts, slipping in that pet name he knows messes with my head, leaving me scoffing in response before turning back to the blank document staring me in the face on my computer screen.

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The next two days we do just as he had said, spending an hour or two on my lessons and the rest on my story. However rushed it is I feel like it's my best story yet.

The research on the time period has been simple since Jungkook's had all the answers and if not he finds them out for me, making this whole piece seem even more authentic.

When I take breaks Jungkook pours over the text, doing edits here and there and talking me through the scenes to help formulate some parts a little more artistically, making the regal setting come to life.

Friday has been a different story, as both deadlines approach us the time we have left is in conflict of where our priorities should lie.

"We can skip our lesson today" Jungkook finally says after I've put my heels on. "But tomor-" "You're ready" he say, cutting me off mid sentence. "Spend the rest of your time on your story" he smiles softly and places a hand on my shoulder before leaving the room, no doubt to get us some sustenance to keep us going.

Something about the interaction made my heart flutter. His confidence in me as well as his want for me to spend time on something I'm truly passionate about makes a sort of funny feeling settle in my stomach.

Am I-?

"Black or green tea this time?" he asks, coming back into the room with a little tray of food and tea pot ready to envelop the tea leaves of choice. "Black please, I need all the energy I can get" he chuckles and does just that, adding a few scoops to the pot before closing the lid and letting it steep.

"Were you able to work on it again once you went home?" he asks, bringing my bag over to his desk and pulling my laptop out for me. "I did but it's hard to work on it without yo- without being here" I say, not wanting to admit that I in some way needed him, my cheeks heating up at the slip up.

"Right" he smiles, not sparing me a glance as he plugs in my charger and pulls the chair out for me.

"Is everything alright?" he asks once he sees my hesitance in coming closer but I shake my head and as a result shake myself out of the headspace I had allowed myself to trail into.

"There's nothing to be nervous about" he says, reading me perfectly like he always does. "What if it's not good enough?" I sigh, my hands resting in my lap, not making moves to reach for the keys.

"It's a beautiful story told from the heart about a love so true one could only dream to experience something so heartbreaking" he says and his compliment however sincere seems unable to reach me now.

Once he's seen my head droop further he turns my chair around and crouches in front of me, tilting my chin up the slightest bit. "Your writing is beautiful. Anyone who's eyes get to land on a single word of yours should thank their lucky stars" he says making me smile just the slightest bit.

"There she is" he says with a warm tone, one I had never heard before making my heart flutter once again.

"Now come on" he says spinning me back around to face the screen. "We've got a deadline to meet do we not?" he says and places his hands on my shoulders as a way to show some confidence and solidarity, believing in me until his last breath.

"We do indeed" I chuckle softly and finally rest my fingers upon those familiar keys.

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ghostaholics · 2 years ago

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂

➸ PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!Reader ➸ TAGS/WARNING(S): none ➸ BANNER CREDIT: cafekitsune & benkeibear

Detail-oriented, exceptional manual dexterity when it comes to sewing him up. Your movements are careful and controlled – meticulous with regards to everything that you do but especially focused on how the edges line up so that they don’t overlap. Other medics – they'll rush. Botch it. A shoddy job like tectonic plates of skin forced to converge on each other, because in his line of work, stitches are an afterthought when there's another bloke with a sucking chest wound whose deep in the throes of respiratory distress and the only immediate threat about Ghost's own injury is the small amount of blood he'll lose. Whatever will get it closed. Nobody else cares much about the cosmetic factor. But you do. Painstakingly so. It's a thankless job to spend three times longer than it should to get it right, but he makes sure to express his appreciation for the consideration you put into every single graze/cut/gash (even more diligent if the injury's to any part of his arm that could mess up his tattoo sleeve). They always heal nicely.

He looks for you, after-hours – well late into the night because you were occupied patching up other soldiers. It'd been a grueling mission, lots of WIAs needing your attention. He doesn't even have a good excuse for this. It's a trivial thing, maybe, to bother you. Like asking Atlas for a favour, with the weight of the world on your shoulders and the soul-crushing responsibility of holding lives in the palms of your hands as though you're the last line of defense against death. This is stupid. This is beyond fucking stupid of him. Almost turns around and walks away from the medical tent, because that's how ridiculous it is. But he convinces himself to head in, asking if you can fix the stitching on his mask because the only person he trusts more than himself to do it is you. Though his request is benign, the significance behind it is profound in ways that he won't admit to himself. There are very few people he can count on. And of course, you say yes with a tired smile and a brightness in your eyes that never seems to dull in front of him no matter how exhausted you might be. It's one of the rare instance he lets his guard down, shows his face. He keeps you company the entire time, telling you about why he wears that mask while you restore it back to original condition.

The irony of having an injured medic: Simon's saddled with the pitiful task of having to step into your role because there's a gash on your forearm that needs to be taken care of. He knows how to do a basic stitch – is fairly confident that he can thread the sutures just like you’d showed him a million times by now whenever he’d been looking for a reason to see you ( ❝ Show me how to do it right. The proper way, yeah? ❞ ). And he's admonishing you to hold still, except it's sort of difficult when you're being treated like a bloody pincushion. He'd never let anybody else get away with making fun of him for that but this is you so he lets it slide. After talking him through it (which you find quite odd, considering that he never would've struck you as someone who’d need extra time and help), you inspect his handiwork, mildly impressed.

❝ Oh, you actually... well, you did quite a decent job. ❞ ❝ Of course. ❞ Because he wouldn't settle for anything less than perfecti— ❝ But then again, it is a little off over here, ❞ you point out, just to deflate his pride. There's still smugness to his tone. ❝ Would you like me to start over, then? ❞ ❝ Not on your life, Riley. ❞

He doesn’t mention how phenomenal he is at suturing, doesn’t mention that he sat in on a class for combat specialists early on in his career even though he didn't need to be there and was commended for his technique by the leading instructor. He definitely doesn't bring up the fact that he's been taking long on purpose just because he likes your company.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod drabble #cod headcanons #cod mw 2 #cod mw x reader

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smokescreenimusprime · 6 months ago

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watched tf one the other night with my best friend and now I've been Re-Mental Illnessed, here's some Rescue Bot Smokescreen Rot I rotated while driving home :]

I think I've finally hammered out some more details of Inside Job and this is what I came up with:

like canon it starts with the Omega Keys. Specifically when Bulkhead gets attacked and knocked unconscious when looking for one

And against direct orders, Smokescreen leaves the base to go get him

there were a bunch of reasons why he did what he did. A desire to prove his capability as an EMT. He wants to be a field medic like Ratchet is, he wants to be able to do more than just wait for them to come back injured when the more time that passes the more dangerous it could be. There was also the fear of losing anyone else, especially so soon after he befriended Bulkhead. It's barely been a few days since they started getting along, and the loss of the entire Rescue Bot Force is still raw

so he goes, and finds Bulkhead unconscious and alone in the woods, with the only injury being some scratches and a blow to the back of the helm. Smokescreen doesn't have a scratch on him as they hobble back to base

it doesn't stop Ratchet's anger

Now, don't get me wrong, Ratchet is angry because he was scared. Smokescreen could've been in very real danger. He didn't know what awaited him on the other side of that portal. For all they knew, the Decepticon soldiers could've still been there, and they could've lost the last Rescue Bot in existence

but unfortunately, he says all this when still angry

and Smokescreen, as thick as his skin is from experiencing years of discrimination, is genuinely hurt by it. This isn't just a fellow medic or instructor yelling at him, this is his idol berating him for what he thought was the right thing to do

this is his idol unknowingly repeating the words that followed him all throughout his training and that he sought to prove wrong, and he has no idea how to respond

so he runs. He drives as fast and far away as he can, shuts off his comm because he just. Can't right now. He can't interact with them right now because frankly he doesn't trust himself to speak and not say something he would regret to his dying days

and unknowingly this puts him right in the Decepticon's claws

some aspects of his capture stay the same. He wakes up in the medbay strapped to a table, the Omega Key is extracted, and he is placed under the cortical psychic patch

but the differences happen in the details

His restraints are barely more than a pair of manacles that he could've probably figured out how to escape if given enough time. The Omega Key was removed before he even woke up, the incisions of surgery fresh on his frame but the work is well done with obvious care. With the patch, the mental prodding and information gathering is... oddly gentle and quick, doing barely more than verifying what the Keys are and Smokescreen's identity as a Rescue Bot before retreating

Smokescreen is not a warrior after all. He is a bot thought to be long since extinct who quite literally dropped out of the sky at their feet without warning. He may have loyalty to the Autobots but... he's not fighting this war. Not really. He's just been doing what Rescue Bots do: helping those who need it.

The "cell" he's kept in, if it can even be called that, was an old now-dead officer's quarters. The door is locked and there are guards stationed inside watching him at all hours, but they are not cruel. He gets a healthy amount of rations regularly, and has even been given a data terminal to keep himself entertained (of course, no before Soundwave had thoroughly firewalled and restricted anything that could be used against them)

the most stressful part of his capture is when Megatron comes to visit. Every day without fail, he will come check in on how Smokescreen is doing. He will ask how he's doing and they talk. About Cybertron, about the war, about how accepting the Rescue Bots were, allowing any Cybertronian regardless of caste to join, how much of a tragedy it was for them to have been wiped out.

Smokescreen is not blind to how he attempts to sow seeds of doubt into the Autobots into him. About how cruel it was for them to keep him confined to the base, how cruel Trion was for implanting a relic without his knowledge, questions if Smokescreen truly wanted to help them or if that's just what they've pressured him into doing with false promises that crumble like glass

but instead of refuting him... Smokescreen decides to play along

after all, Megatron obviously sees him as a poor, innocent, helpless bot who could be swayed by some sweet words and a cage advertised as protection

and that facade would make it all the easier to escape when the time came :)

#I once read a fic where megatron loved the rescue bots because of what they stood for and I'm making that everyone else's problem now #giving him the Not As Much Of An Asshole As You Could've Been But You Still Suck sticker with this #fifth sigma #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #tfp ratchet #ratchet #tfp megatron #megatron #tfp bulkhead #bulkhead

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differenteagletragedy · 1 year ago

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Baxter sat in his car for a long while, thinking. Drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, leaning back against the headrest, absentmindedly fiddling with the radio -- anything to slow his mind down.

He was in the parking lot of a dance studio. A dance studio where he'd signed up for lessons. Lessons that were set to begin in just a few minutes.

Everything had happened so quickly -- the month before, he'd reconnected with his old flame from the summer he spent in Sunset Bird five years ago, and in doing so, he'd suddenly found himself thrust into a friend group. His former fling had ended up with an old friend, Derek, who he got along with swimmingly. Cove had warmed up to him, Terry was, as always, easy to get along with, and Miranda was getting more comfortable around him. Xavier, his own professional connection, had also turned into someone he could call a friend. It was an incredible shock to the system, but a nice one.

During the painful process of opening himself back up to things he'd thought he'd never have, Baxter began realizing just how much he'd closed himself off. His life had become a series of routines with no real joy in them, and he'd pushed away everything that could have possibly made him happy because he believed he didn't deserve it. A big thing, of course, was dancing -- it had once meant so much to him, but he'd let it go, along with everything else.

Now, he wanted it back.

It was funny how fast things could change, but still, he couldn't undo all the emotional bindings that had taken him years to put on himself overnight. He glanced at the clock, seeing it was just a few minutes until the lesson was supposed to begin, and began thinking of reasons not to go inside. He'd almost convinced himself when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

When he pulled it out, he saw a text from Xavier: "You can do it! Proud of you!"

They could have been being cheeky, he wasn't sure, but still, it felt good. He couldn't remember the last time someone had been proud of him, if they ever had been, and Xavier was right -- he could do it. He could do this.

Before he could change his mind, he pulled his keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car.

Baxter made it inside with just a little time to spare, and he took a moment to take in his classmates. He'd signed up for the first lesson that worked with his schedule, a beginners ballroom class. He wasn't a beginner, of course, but he wanted to dance, and he knew his skills would be rusty.

There were several older people, many of them talking in groups. Some younger couples were there, and he saw a few shiny engagement rings -- he could spot soon-to-be-married couples a mile away at this point.

And then there was you.

You were the only other person there without a partner, so he made his way over to you -- of course you'd be paired together, so, ever the gentleman, he wanted to introduce himself.

There wasn't much of a chance to chat before the instructor began the class, but he learned a few things about you then. One, that you were, in fact, there alone -- you'd recently moved to the city and you didn't know anyone. Two, that you had no dancing experience whatsoever. And three, that you were completely and utterly charming.

If Baxter had been paired with anyone else, there's a chance he may have regretted taking the beginners class. The first order of business was mastering a simple box step, something he could almost literally do in his sleep. But as you put your hand in his, only meeting his eyes briefly so that you could watch your feet instead, he didn't have any regrets.

By the end of the class, he'd lost count of how many times you'd stepped on his toes, and his palm was damp with the sweat from yours. But his hand had gotten comfortable in its place on your back, and your laughter rang sweetly in his ears.

He was happy.

The instructor ended things far too soon for his liking -- after mastering the box step, or attempting to master it, the class moved on to the basics of the foxtrot, and after a few songs, class was dismissed.

"Thanks for dancing with me," you told him, stepping back from him and giving him a grin. "And sorry about your feet."

"It's quite all right," he said, matching your smile. "I've been hurt far worse."

"Still, maybe I should give you my number? In case you need to bill me for any medical expenses."

His breath hitched, and he felt his cheeks getting warm. It wasn't an unusual occurrence for someone to flirt with him, far from it, but what was unusual was that he liked it. He liked it very much.

"That would be smart," he responded, pulling out his phone. He handed it to you, and as you were adding yourself to his list of contacts, he added, "Perhaps it would also be prudent to meet again, just to discuss what's happened so that we could avoid any legal action?"

"Legal action?!" you exclaimed. He didn't know you that well, not yet, but it seemed like you were biting back a smirk. "Surely we can come to an agreement before it gets that far."

"We could discuss it over dinner. Are you free tonight?" he asked.

The joke was over, but you were still smiling, and so was he. You stood like that for a moment, not paying any mind to your classmates trickling out of the studio until you were alone together.

"I am," you told him, your voice a bit softer.

"It's a date then."

After making the plans, you finally parted ways. He went back to his car, a bounce in his step that wasn't there earlier. When he got in, he pulled out his phone again, scrolling through his contacts. It had gotten so much fuller than it had been just a few months ago. It was a good feeling.

He looked at your name, knowing that it was too soon to text you but finding himself wanting to talk to you again anyway. Instead, he pulled up his texts with Xavier and typed out a quick message:

"I did it."

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life #olba #our life baxter #olba baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x mc #baxter ward x reader

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 11 months ago

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Re the many posts about whether Richard is in pain right now or whether he was in pain at a certain gig:

I have the same "disease" / problems with my back as Richard and the sad answer is that Richard is always in pain. more or less. This kind of problem never goes away completely. It's not even certain that surgery will work. There are phases when the pain isn't bad or you're even almost pain-free and then it can get so bad from one day to the next that you can hardly walk. Especially after sitting for a long time, which explains the video from last year. when he limps at the hotel after the flight/car journey. If the pain gets worse, then injections, painkillers and physiotherapy help (he knows a good physiotherapist;) ). That's all you can do. I'm sure the recurring pain or the prevention of pain is also the reason for his "Marlene Dietrich leg" on stage. At least thats a pose that helps me when standing becomes uncomfortable.

And as sad as it is, I think he can live with it as good as possible and has his tips and tricks ( yoga for example, which can help).

Sorry to hear you have to deal with back problems as well anon 🥺🌺

can confirm that yoga, and other exercizes did wonders for me too, back-wise 🌺

Wouldn't be surprised if this indeed was one of the reasons for the existance of the Rammstein yoga team

(Richard was at this session too according to the instructor, just didn't make it to the photo)

#that'll be the last one on richard's health today #let's look forward to the shows #🌺#any chance to post about the #rammstein yoga team #i'll take it 😊

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 5 months ago

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The Shadow Falcon | Knives in Darkness

please i need more of the complicated world of shadow falcon 🫣- anon

I really liked The Shadow Falcon, but as someone who really loved the Remus chapters at the end of Little Prince, I was wondering if there's any chance of that here too Also, what is Janus' part of this, considering Logan seems to be the main caretaker this time around -🇵🇱

Read on Ao3 Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: implied/referenced torture, implied/referenced major character death

Pairings: intrulogical, anxcietmus

Word Count: 4739

"You need to let me talk to HQ."

"And why the fuck would we do that?"

Roman sighs, wincing as he sits up a little more in bed. Remus adjusts the tray over his lap as Logan puts a few more pillows up behind him. He shuffles through his hand and plays another card. "Because the longer it takes them to find me, the more likely it is that when they do, they're not going to believe me when I say it's not worth attacking the building I'm in to get me back."

Logan lets out a small noise that's probably meant to be something of a scoff. "Not to insult the abilities of your esteemed colleagues—"

"Cut the bullshit. You and I both know that if it actually came down to an open firefight, you're not winning. There's a reason you've been stockpiling in the eastern quarter—yeah, we know about that, and I'm telling you this now because you're the one who actually has the power to make this not go the worst way possible," Roman says sharply when Logan's gaze darkens, "so how about we all pretend that I'm not just a hostage and talk about this?"

He glances over and sees Remus's surprised expression and raises an eyebrow. Remus shakes his head. "Nothing, nothing, I just…what happened to the boy who was always so eager to do whatever the instructors wanted?"

"Someone killed my brother."

"…yeah, that'll do it," he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, but we're not—you reacted this way to finding out I'm still alive, how the fuck is everyone else going to react? How're they gonna believe you?"

"They will."

"They didn't last time," Logan says in a voice far too gentle to be anything other than devastating. Roman shifts with the bruises.

"Yeah, well, that was before I became the Agency's leading expert on hallucinogens and body doubles."

"…and how the fuck did you do that?" Roman doesn't even dignify that with a response, just turning and looking at Remus. "I'm a little scared of you right now."

"However impressive your credentials may be," Logan breaks in, "that doesn't exactly offer me any incentive to return you to their clutches, nor reveal anything about my own operations."

"Which is why I'm not asking you to do that. I'm asking you to let me contact HQ. You can monitor everything I say, you can even say it for me if you want to, but the longer they go without hearing from me, the harder this gets."

"And what would 'this' be?"

Roman stares at Logan for a long second before glancing at Remus. "The Agency's changed a lot more than either of you realize. We don't let our people go anymore. We don't just give up on them if they're presumed dead. We confirm it or we get them the fuck back."

"Also, since when have you started swearing more?"

"Since you put me on the good painkillers and I'm getting really tired of the bullshit."

"You mentioned." Logan looks both mildly amused and mildly irritated by how little Remus seems to care that he's mouthing off and making trouble—then again, that was always Remus's MO, he's probably thrilled that Roman's coming around to it, and doesn't that just tug on the heartstrings just a little more? "So your proposition is that if you communicate something along the lines of: 'alive, don't send out the cavalry,' this will buy you time to…what?"

"Well, if I send out something like: 'alive, relatively safe location, will move when recovered enough,' that buys you time to figure out what you want to do with me."

"I thought we were past treating you as though you were just a hostage."

"Just a hostage I may not be, but still your hostage? Yeah, very much so." Remus curses at him under his breath when he plays another card. "I'm not about to pretend I have more leverage than I do, which I don't. But I'm also not just going to let you think that nothing's going to happen if you keep me here without letting me tell them I'm alive."

"You seem awfully assured about the Agency's desire to keep you for someone who was horribly betrayed by them not ten years ago."

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you that it's different now before you believe me—"

"Are you gonna be the only one happy I'm alive," Remus interrupts, his voice far too small and scared for Roman's liking, "or not?"

Roman's mouth freezes halfway through whatever he was going to say next. He turns to look at Remus and yes, there it is—his shoulders are just a little too tense, his gaze focused a little too intently on the cards. He glances up at Roman and can't hold eye contact.

"Re," he mumbles, not caring a bit that he's still playing all of his emotions out clear as day for Logan fucking Hoskins, "if you think I was the only one ruined by your death, you're wrong."

Remus huffs in disbelief. "You're my brother."

"Yeah, which means I'm the one who—" don't get stuck there, don't get stuck there, don't get stuck there— "which means it affected me the most, but Re—oh my god, you don't know."

"Know what?"

Roman can't speak. He's can't say a fucking word because his hands are over his mouth and his eyes are wide and tears are streaming down his cheeks. He can't think about it. He can't talk about it. He can't—he can't—oh, God—

"Ro? Ro," Remus is saying, insistently now, the tray in his lap is gone, his hands are tugging at Roman's, trying to get them away from his face, "Roro, don't do that, don't—it's okay, just—just tell me what's going on—"

"Roman," Logan says, his voice gentle, too gentle, hands too kind as they try and smooth his hair back from his face, "you need to breathe. Take a breath, now, shh, don't try and speak just yet."

He can't. He's too busy reaching out for Remus, wrapping his hands too tightly in his hair and pulling him close, panting breaths shuddering into the crook of his neck as Remus flails awkwardly for somewhere to put his weight that won't fuck up Roman's ribs. Logan's hand is on his shoulder, the other probably somewhere on Remus but he doesn't care, can't care, not when he's pressing against Remus's pulse for everything he has and reminding himself that his brother is, after all, alive.

"Ro," Remus murmurs after god knows how long they spend like that, "Ro…what don't I know?

***

Psychological Findings and Progress Report #103826.89.2

Patient shows no sign of improvement. Patient is still insisting on feeding delusions involving conspiracies that [REDACTED] is still alive and that his body was a hoax created to test a new bioweapon. Patient shows high levels of stress and hysteria when challenged on this belief. Patient harmed three orderlies and threatened to 'burn this place to the ground before [he lets] something like this happen again!' Patient is being sent for more intensive treatment.

Addendum: patient is being quarantined for his own safety and the safety of other recruits. He has begun attempting to persuade others of the truth of his delusions. Further close monitoring will be required.

Addendum: patient has successfully convinced three other individuals. Patient has been restricted to solitary confinement.

Addendum: we need to do something now. He's getting out of control.

***

Post-Mission Injury Summary #12532985.43.8

Survivors underwent approximately ten weeks of physical and psychological torture. Initial review shows broken bones, bruises, lacerations consistent with training blades and real blades alike, and signs of severe medication withdrawal. One subject appears to have been waterboarded, another shows mild signs of hypoxia indicating suffocation.

Patient 161891435 is still in a medically-induced coma. It's unclear whether his body will continue trying to heal itself. At this time, we cannot draw any firm conclusions as to why, but one of the doctors thinks it might be due to the fact that we have no idea what truly happened to his brother.

***

Transcript from Interview #57

"Thank you for agreeing to this."

"Sure."

"Can you describe for me what you remember about the day you were taken?"

"Yeah. Uh, Princey—Roman was supposed to be coming back from training. He was half an hour late—I don't know if you know this about Roman, but he's not really the 'come back' late sort of person. We gave him the full hour to see if maybe he'd been called away to something else and just forgotten to message us—

"Could you clarify who 'us' is for the record?"

"Oh, yeah. Uh—me, I'm his training partner right now, Janus is our group instructor at the moment, and then Patton's overseeing our whole division. We were waiting for Roman to get back 'cause we had a, um, meeting thing we were going to do—"

"I'm going to remind you that this isn't a disciplinary hearing and it's important to be honest."

"Fine, yeah, we were gonna talk about the shitty stuff happening in the Agency, is that what you want to hear?"

"Is it true?"

"Considering what we just got tortured for, yeah, I think I can say it's fucking true and that we were fucking right. Actually, no, fuck that, Roman was fucking right and you can tell that to his face when he wakes up."

"There's been no change in Roman's condition, I regret to inform you."

"Oh, he's gonna wake up."

"Can I ask what makes you so sure?"

"'Cause we still don't know what actually happened to Remus, even now that the fucker who did this to us—all of us, might I add, you got fucked over by this too—is behind bars, and if you think Roman's gonna leave that job unfinished, you don't know him at all."

"You sound like you might admire him for that."

"If you're not a little scared of Roman right now? You're an idiot and you fucking should be. Someone took away his brother."

***

An Open Letter

To the people who don't know, my sincere apologies for the rude awakening you are about to receive. If there were a gentler way to do this, a more compassionate way to do this, even a slightly easier way to do this, I can promise you I would be taking it. But the very thing I am attempting to fight against would silence my words before you knew I had opened my mouth, and so I cannot afford to be gentle.

To the people who do know, know that your days at this Agency are numbered.

You enabled a power-hungry megalomaniac to manipulate and abuse a system designed to keep vulnerable people safe. You allowed him access to data that could destroy the world and limitless capabilities to affect it as he saw fit. You willingly turned a blind eye to those who were suffering and suppressed their voices when they tried to fix it. And now, when his crimes have been exposed and it's your own heads on the chopping block, you scramble to hold on to any semblance of power you thought you once had.

At midnight, the dossiers will be released. They will be made available to Level 0 clearance. There is nothing you can do to stop them and any action on your part to attempt to do so will be treated as treason of the highest order. You have until then to decide how you want your stories to end.

You will not force me out of this Agency. You will not silence me nor the others who have spoken up against the unfairness enabled by you and perpetuated by the system you helped to create. You will not preserve this horrific brutality and you will not get away with this again.

You know that I'm not alone. You know that there's no way you can win this. Your best option right now? Help us be better. You know it's possible because there's no other reason you would be so foolish as to try something like forcing us out. And because of that, we're willing to put our names on here, so if you try and come for us again? You'll find out why he wanted us dead so badly.

The clock is ticking. Your time is running out.

Signed,

Patton Everlark, Janus Russo, Virgil Dagenheart, Roman Prince

***

"Remus," Logan coaxes for the fifth hour in a row, "Remus, you need to sleep."

"He got tortured for me, Lolo," Remus responds in a hoarse croak, the same way he has over and over, his hands still white-knuckled around Roman's shirt and blankets, "he and the others—they almost killed them for me and I—I didn't—they don't—I—"

Logan crosses the room and sits down next to him, covering Remus's hands with his own. He doesn't attempt to make him let go. He rests his head on Remus's shoulder. Remus takes a shuddering breath and shrinks under him, so much so that Logan quickly shifts his arms to wrap around Remus's waist to keep him upright. He kisses his cheek.

"Talk to me, dear," he whispers, "please."

"Every time," he manages, "every time I think I know what happened, he tells me something else and I—I keep thinking about what might've happened if I'd just—"

He shakes his head suddenly.

"I know I can't think about it like that, but he—fuck, Lolo, he's—how did I ever think this would be easy?"

"I don't think you ever did," Logan says softly, "I think we both knew the moment you saw Roman again, it wouldn't be easy."

"Yeah, because I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'd have to kill my brother, not—not whatever this is." He leans against Logan's chest. "I don't know if I can do this anymore, Logan."

Logan hums, rocking them slightly back and forth. "So you believe him, then?"

"Why the fuck wouldn't I believe him?" He twists around to stare at him. "What incentive does he have to lie to me right now?"

"It splits our attention between finding out his supposed truth about the Agency with our goal to take it down. It splits your focus and emotionally compromises you. And it drives a wedge between you and me." He presses his hands gently against Remus's stomach. "And that's not saying what it means for the rest of our operation."

"Roman wouldn't do something like that," Remus says, but his voice is wavering, "he wouldn't."

"And you believe he would willingly rebel against everything he's ever known just on the off-chance that he was right? Is he that confident in himself?"

Remus looks back at Roman, asleep in the bed. His chest rises and falls steadily. His hands twitch.

"Believe me," Logan continues, his words tinged with something almost like remorse, "I want to believe him. If what Roman's saying about the Agency is true, then there's a greater chance that we could reach an agreement without an unnecessary amount of bloodshed. But, Remus, if we're wrong—"

"Are you jealous or something?"

Logan startles into silence. "What?"

"Are you jealous that I care this much about Roman? Is that what this is? Are you actively trying to undermine how much I care about my brother right now?"

A chuckle rumbles through his back. "Do I seem like the type to be threatened by such a thing?"

"I don't know, you're trying really hard to convince me not to listen to my brother right now and I'm not exactly sure what motive you have other than, oh, I don't know, you don't like that I'm paying this much attention to him."

"It's your brother, of course you're paying a lot of attention to him." Logan holds him a little closer. "And he knows that too."

There's a pause. The sudden quiet in the room makes the slight rasp in Roman's breathing all the more obvious. Remus slowly frees one of his hands and adjusts the blanket so it covers Roman's shoulder. Logan doesn't say anything. The heating in the room kicks on. Somewhere outside a car drives by.

"Stick to the plan, then?"

Logan nods. "If Roman is telling the truth, then things will be much easier."

Remus swallows heavily. "And if he isn't?"

"Then we'll be prepared."

"So are we gonna let him talk to HQ, then?"

"We will, yes, but it will be on our terms."

"We won't hurt him," Remus says suddenly, his voice small and quiet again in that way he hates, "we won't—we won't hurt him unless we have to, right?"

Logan shifts, letting his grip slide loose just enough to cradle Remus's chin. Remus's eyes are wide and watery, his hands beginning to tremble ever so slightly. Logan kisses his cheek gently, then his forehead, closing his eyes and letting them rest together.

"Not unless we have to," he agrees, "and I would never make you do it."

Remus's breath shudders out of him and he sags into Logan's hold. His grip loosens slightly on Roman's shirt as Logan tucks his head under his chin. As Remus begins to doze, his eyes trace the lines of Romans' sleeping face.

"The two of you do look remarkably similar when you sleep," he muses in a voice too quiet for Remus to properly make out, "but there will always be little differences here and there."

Such is the reality of growing up believing your brother would leave you for dead. Such is the price to pay for misunderstanding.

***

They meet in a warehouse. Not terribly original, not terribly secure, but necessary. Roman sits in a chair, mobile enough to make it there but not to stand and pace the way he desperately wants too. He feels every bit the hostage still, even though he knows that this meeting is on as equal footing as they could manage.

He still wishes Remus could've heard the disbelief in Virgil's voice. Wishes he could've heard the hope that he might be able to see him again. Even the hope that Roman might be wrong and that this horrible thing that happened might be a little less horrible because it would mean they didn't abandon one of their own too early.

But in a few minutes, Virgil's going to be here. He's going to be here and Remus is going to see that he was never forgotten, never abandoned, that they tore down and remade the world so that there would never be another like him, not that there ever could, because he's Remus and he was theirs and nothing could ever happen for the rest of time that would change that. Ever.

"You're anxious," comes Logan's soft voice—no, he's still not over that, not when it rasps unfamiliarly at his skin— "try and relax."

He turns his head to snap that he'll be as tense as he wants, thank you very much, only to see that Logan isn't talking to him, he's talking to Remus. Remus stops short like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and only whirls around to pace in another direction. Logan rolls his eyes fondly and relaxes into the other chair, shooting Roman a look like they're about to bond over how stubborn Remus can be.

"What?"

"Oh, don't give me that, little hero, you have the same pinched expression on your face right now. Don't try and pretend you wouldn't be doing the same thing if you could pace right now."

"I'm not going to answer that question on the grounds that I don't want to."

"Mm, and would such a defense hold up in any meaningful court room?"

"Funny, I wasn't sure you knew what those were, since you're in the habit of getting yourself into the most kangaroo-laden courts you can find."

"It's less fun when they have actual kangaroos," Remus adds, because he's Remus and that's what he does, "trust me."

"You know what? I'm gonna take your word on that one."

He doesn't quite see the small flinch as Remus hears him say that, but something in his brain just clicks. The same one that had him look at that corpse—don't get stuck there, don't get stuck there, don't get stuck there—just a little bit closer.

"Re—"

"They're here," Logan says abruptly, looking down at his phone, "their car just pulled up."

Remus pivots abruptly, facing the entrance. The three of them wait in silence as the door slowly slides open and—

"Holy fucking shit."

Remus freezes. "Virgil? Is that—"

"Yeah, it's fucking me, you think I was gonna find out you were alive and not race down here to see you? Holy fucking shit, Remus, you're—you're—oh my fucking god—"

And then there's a hand wrapping around Virgil's shoulder and holding him still as Janus walks in behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Remus stand up a little taller and he can't help the small smile that crosses his face at the same instincts that come over him. Even now, some part of them is still the little kids standing at the edge of the training mats waiting for instructions.

"The course objectives for the round-off qualifiers," Janus says smoothly, like they're back on those mats again, "what are they?"

He sees a truly impressive range of emotions cross Remus's face, from surprise to fury to something he can't quite name—something else in his brain clicks—before settling on a wide grin. "Go fuck yourself, old man, or sit back and watch."

There's a pause. Then Janus sniffles and there's a very quiet oh, sweetie, and two people are dashing across the warehouse floor to wrap Remus up in their arms. Roman can't stop beaming at Remus's confused little face, nor at the way his knees go weak as Janus presses a fierce kiss to the side of his head. He always denied that he was capable of that, after all, but oh, now he's just a little pissed that Remus fucked up his ribs so bad because he wants to be in that hug too, dammit.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Remus," Virgil's babbling, "we didn't—we didn't believe Roman until it was too late and we—they got us, I couldn't—I tried—"

"You tried?"

"Of course we tried, sweetie," Janus murmurs when Virgil just chokes off in a sob, "we were—I don't think I could ever put into words how furious we were when we realized—when Roman convinced us that he was telling the truth—"

"Which was hard," Roman adds, not above it in this moment, not right now, not when his face hurts from grinning too much, and not when Janus is so distracted he doesn't even get scolded for it.

"—but you have to know, sweetie, we moved Heaven and earth to try and find you afterwards." His gaze slides to Logan for only a moment. "I should've known you'd be resourceful enough to make it."

"Of course you should," Remus says with enough false bravado that Roman almost believes him for a second, "I've always been better than you thought I was."

"Oh, sweetie, no—"

"You've always been his favorite," Virgil interrupts, "it's really fucking obvious."

"True."

"Wait, what?"

"I don't have favorites, you two."

"He says, you know, like a liar."

"Mhm."

"Wait," poor Remus says, and fuck Roman wants to hug his brother right now, "wait, I'm—I was—"

Janus softens—see? Favorite—and cups Remus's face properly in his hands, letting Virgil move over to Roman to check that he's alright—which is not the priority right now, but he does appreciate it. "Sweetie, if you don't know how much you were loved, then we've failed more miserably than I thought we ever did."

"He thought you abandoned him," Logan says softly when Remus can't speak, and Janus's head whips around to stare at him, "he thought you were willing to believe he was dead because it was easier."

"Bullshit," Virgil spits, "Remus, that's bullshit, right?"

But Roman's already been through this, and he can only grab for Virgil's hand when Remus suddenly stops being able to make eye contact. Janus looks like he's about to cry again—which is its own level of fucking weird as hell—and Virgil just rushes back over to wrap him up in a hug. The three of them start mumbling together and Logan's expression just softens further as he watches them interact.

Eventually, they step back, wiping away tears with varying levels of discreteness—or in Remus's case, refusing to wipe them at all. Janus attempts to gather himself and looks at Logan.

"I'm no fool. I know this meeting is conditional. State your terms."

"I won't be so brutish as to insist upon such haggling right now," Logan says, "perhaps you should take this as a token of good faith between us."

"Your last 'token of good faith' involved a hundred suitcases stuffed with half-bloated corpses showing up on the City's doorstep. Try again."

"Why the animosity?" He leans back in his chair. "Have I not earned myself any goodwill at all?"

There's a silent stare-down for a few seconds. Then Logan sighs.

"I suppose it was too much to hope that you would be reasonable right away." He stands, adjusting his suit jacket. "Remus, Roman, I believe our time here is up."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Virgil steps between them. "What the fuck do you mean, 'Roman?' Roman's not going anywhere with you!"

Logan just turns and looks at Roman. And Roman…

…is torn. Because he knows the smart thing would be to go back with Janus and Virgil. Logan is right, this isn't the time or place for this negotiation and if they all have time to rest and recover—mainly him—then the next time they actually meet, they might have a chance at actually getting somewhere. Plus, now he knows that Remus is alive and safe, then he might be able to rest at the end of all of this.

But walking away from his brother? Again? That might just finish the both of them off.

"Before you go," Virgil blurts out, "can—can Patton see you first?"

Remus's head whips around. "Patton's here?"

"Yeah, Patton's here, he—fuck, Remus, yeah, he's here. Can he just—before we do anything else? Can he?"

Remus just nods silently and Virgil steps back, muttering into his comm. He glances back at the door and the whole building waits silently.

Patton steps inside and three things happen in quick succession.

One: Patton bursts into tears and starts running forward.

Two: there's an almost imperceptible schink as something metallic slides into place.

Three: Roman lunges up out of his seat and tackles Logan's chair to the ground as he pulls out a gun.

His ribs scream in protest. He ignores it. The gunshot goes wide. Footsteps and shouts come from outside. Someone is yelling. He gets up and picks up the chair, throwing it at Logan. Janus and Virgil are already shouting. Patton's still running toward them. He looks up at Remus.

Shock. Surprise.

The thing he couldn't name before: guilt.

They make eye contact.

He's never been more grateful that Remus is his brother.

He hauls himself to his feet and starts running.

***

"Well," Logan sighs as he hears the four of them have gotten away, "that didn't go precisely as expected, but—"

"You lied to me."

Remus's back is one angry line. His hands are curled into fists.

"You lied to me."

"Remus—"

"You said we wouldn't hurt him unless we had to. You said this would just be a meeting. You lied."

Logan doesn't say anything. Remus just looks off in the direction Roman had run. Because Roman had taken one look at Remus and been able to tell that Remus might have known something, but he hadn't known and hadn't agreed with what just happened.

Roman hasn't abandoned him. He never had.

And neither had the others.

"…what have we done?"

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Also shows Dan struggling with his sexuality and people finding out about their relationship and becoming more confident over time.

Project Poliwag (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil hadn't intended for his garden to become a haven for rescued Pokémon, but it had happened accidentally. This particular rescue wasn't that different, even though he had never rescued 117 Pokémon at once before. But he couldn't leave the Pokémon eggs to be destroyed, and he was willing to raise a whole army of Poliwag on his own if he must.

What Phil hadn't counted on was a stranger with a lost look in his eye turning up on his doorstep and offering to help with the project.

Pup Switch (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: The guys have become comfortable in their roles as pup and master, switching from time to time—until they realise that they’ve never truly switched places. In this story, Phil tries to figure out how to fulfill Dan’s desire to be dominated.

RIFT (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Phil is just a mere eight-year-old naive child when his mom keenly introduces him to his new stepbrother, Dan. They become friends and start living together fairly quickly. As years slip by, Phil slowly realises three things: First, Dan looks at him with pain in his gaze. Second, an inexplicable rift is separating them. Third, what he feels for Dan is more than just brotherly love.

ring the bell (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: He needs to reacquaint himself with his body, remind himself that it’s merely a tool for moving through the world and not a decoration intended for everyone’s viewing pleasure but his own.

When his fingers brush over velvet and metal in his search for the jumper, Dan knows exactly how to get the reset he needs.

so much depends upon a cereal box webcam (ao3) - jerseker

Summary: Phil thinks fate brought the two of them together. Dan thinks Phil doesn't give him enough credit. Fate didn't bring them together; it was actually a lot of work on Dan's part.

Sparks of Light (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: In a world where some people had magic and some didn’t, Dan had always felt at odds. A boy whose magic was broken. The least gifted in his family. Dan’s only ability--being able to see auras--had done nothing but bring him pain, because in each aura Dan read, all he could see were the most depressing human emotions.

At twenty three, Dan was settled in London, resigned to a lonely life as a barista in a shared flat with no prospects and little hope, just trying to get by.

Until one day, he met a boy on the tube whose aura was so brilliant; so full of color and light, it changed everything.

Stay (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan was mesmerized by the cute guy with the flowers he saw on the tube. Was it a bit much to search for him time and time again after that? maybe, but sometimes working hard for something works out in the end.

take yours, i'll take mine (ao3) - chickenfree

Summary: Dan doesn’t even remember being conscious of it, the first time. He always climbs over Phil like he’s a jungle gym, always ends up sprawled in his lap or on the floor by his feet or just – wherever he stutters to a stop. It’s not something he thinks through any more.

The Box Under the Bed (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan is a guy with a plan but when his idea goes sour he finds other ways to pass the time.

Or how Dan found Phil's secret box and was caught red-handed.

The River (ao3) - Portia331

Summary: Dan arrived in Melbourne two weeks ago with just one suitcase crammed with running gear, psychology textbooks, and a mere fraction of his wardrobe especially curated to fit both his aesthetic and the Melbourne weather.

He's about to start in the role of a lifetime on a 12 month contract, but he's barely ready for the Australian summer heat, let alone what the world is about to throw at him

The Sand (ao3) - jerseker

Summary: Phil loves the kinetic sand, loves pressing it between his palm, loves running it through his fingers. He loves watching it fall from his hands bit by bit. He loves the sand and he needs to share it with everyone.

Two Faces, One Fear (ao3) - R3ad3r1

Summary: Phil collapses due to his head hurting, as the pain does not subside he has to go to the hospital.

Let's have a look at Phil and Dan's emotional journey until they discover why Phil collapsed.

what might come with the dawn (ao3) - cloud-gays (wind_brewed)

Summary: The Island has a Guardian, that's what people say. Phil doesn't know if this guardian is a mythical being or just a piece of gossip; a made-up story to make people feel safe during storm season. A made-up story just to make them feel secure.

Now that he decides to move in with his parents again, Phil needs the protection. Maybe he needs to reach out to this lonely, black-clothed being; reach out to the lonely man of winter.

Also called: Phil is a storm-chaser of sorts and Dan, a storm-magnet. In between running and hiding, they find each other inside the calm of the storm.

when the bell strikes suddenly (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Phil doesn't know why he decides to go back

You won't get tomorrow, take now (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: It's never been anything more than this. They met as most people do, friend of a friend at a crowded bar, and got on right away, but falling into bed had been a mere sidebar to their friendship. They're good friends, the best. And sure, they're pretty good at this too after so long, but it's the friendship that keeps Dan coming back.

Okay, maybe it's also the orgasms too.

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myheartalivewrites · 2 years ago

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Five Favorite Fics

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Hey @14carrotghoul thanks for tagging me! Knife to my throat I'll try to pick my favourites! 😂

Here we go, in no particular order:

Happy NY - New Year's Eve AU, ~11k, E rated

This has everything I love: flash falling in love, then a bit of miscommunication, Henry being angsty, Alex being a force of nature. Both of them as responsible college professors even though they're still horny buggers! Sexy dancing! All the good stuff

Down by the Water, I Saw You - exes to lovers AU, ~63k, E rated

This is my angstiest long fic - A and H having loved and lost each other as teenagers and then trying to find their way back. It's all set on holiday locations and it's got more than its fair share of smut to balance everything out. I really buried myself in this, and felt a huge sense of loss when I was actually done posting. I kinda still miss it

You Spin Me (Right Round) - gym AU, ~5k, E rated

Thought I'd big up this little guy! It's a quick and dirty, mostly-porn-not-so-much-plot fic where Henry is a spin instructor and Alex comes to one of his classes. Horntown ensues. I had a lot of fun pulling from my own experiences to write it 🫣✋

Don't Wanna Be a Fool for You, roommates AU, ~6k, E rated

It's smut, but Henry-centric, introspective smut. They're roommates and Henry's in love and doesn't know what to do with himself, until he decides to fucking bolt. Angsty sex ensues. For whatever reason this gave me exactly the right sort of feels I needed when I wrote it, and the sort of desperateness of it all really works for me.

Love and War, WWII army training camp AU, ~11k, E rated

Recency bias, bc I only just posted this last night and am still faintly shaking with the adrenaline of getting it all done in a little over a day. I had to go back and fix a million typos this morning, but hey. It's done.

This is my first historical fic and first anything to do with the army. Henry's a captain, training troops, Alex comes from overseas for training and they fall for each other.

Because I set myself the challenge of writing it super quickly, there's a sort of lightness in the writing that I really like. I didn't allow myself to get bogged down with details, specifics or side plots. It's just two guys falling for each other and going for it, and I'm really happy with how it came out. And it's a happy ending. No war angst allowed.

I think all my mutuals have done this, so open tag for anyone who wants to do this and please tag me - I love getting fic recs!

❤️ Happy reading.

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dingochef · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Jake discuss the future and have some fluffy sexy time.

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Chapter 1: Devil in the Details

It takes approximately three days after Jake gets his new orders to be an instructor at Top Gun for reality to set in. Jake is going to be here with you for the long haul which makes you ecstatic beyond belief, but ever the practical one you wonder about some of the details and then proceed to overthink everything like normal.

Where's he going to live? Here? That seems fast to you or does it?

The thought of coming home to him everyday was comforting.

What is day to day life going to be like? You're not filled with dread thinking about the details but a kind of giddy excitement. The difference between hoping for the future and living it.

You had taken some much needed time off while Jake had his two weeks of leave after the mission. You spent most of the first two days in our own little bubble, barely dressed most of the time.

It was Thursday morning when he mentioned he had to be out of his temporary quarters.

"I'll need to go over and pack up my stuff, not that there's a lot of it, I've been living most of my life for the past couple years out of two duffle bags. I was thinking I might–," he stumbles on his words a bit, "or would you be okay with me temporarily staying here with you till my permanent housing is ready on base next week?"

He says the last part kind of rushed, you can tell he is thinking of all the implications of living together and probably wondering how you're going to feel about that. He looks moderately worried.

You go and sit on the sofa where he is sprawled wearing sweats and a Navy t- shirt drinking a cup of coffee. You snuggle into his side careful not to jostle the hot liquid; he wraps an arm around you reflexively.

"Jake, that's not a problem or even a worry. You can stay here with me, I'd like that," you say, looking up at him reassuringly.

He lets out a breath,

"Okay, I didn't want to intrude, I know I've been enough of a wrecking ball to your life already."

"And me to yours," you remind him as you give him a kiss.

"True, I've picked up that you like your space."

You shrug your shoulders lightly in agreement.

"Not that I'm a hermit, I'm just selective with the people I invite into my little bubble."

"I'm glad you've let me in."

He leans down to kiss you and you straighten up to meet his lips.

"Ugh, look at us, so sappy," you chide him,

"So, you're going to live on base? What's that going to look like?"

"Luckily, I will have 'Officers Quarters'", he says, complete with air quotes, "Which sound far fancier than they are, it's basically a one bedroom apartment. Private and furnished. They're relatively cheap and close. Better than anything I could find off base on short notice and within a reasonable price range."

"Yeah, that's San Diego for you. Although, I'm not sure how much time you'll really be spending there, because I'm pretty sure if you're around I'm going to want you in my bed."

His face brightens at the thought which quickly morphs into a devilish smile. He puts down his coffee cup and pulls you astride him. You lean down to kiss him as his hands run up your back under the T-shirt dress that you usually wear around the house when you want to be comfortable. Jake really likes them in that all you wear with it is underwear, which makes everything very accessible. The kiss deepens and you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands have worked their way to the front and are now caressing your breasts. Your hands move to his hair which is slightly messed up and as he hasn't showered and and styled it perfectly into place yet. His light hint of stubble grazes your cheek as he kisses his way along your jawline line to where he can whisper in your ear,

"Speaking of this bed, I think that's where you and I should go now."

He starts kissing down your neck as you hum in agreement,

"That sounds like an excellent idea, but only," you spring off his lap and start to run around the couch towards the bedroom, "if you can catch me."

He stands up and jumps over the couch like a hurdle and catches up to you about three feet away from the bed. Picking you up with ease he tosses you on the bed where you land on your back, giggling as you bounce on the bed.

"Looks like you caught me, now what?" you say and raise an eyebrow.

Jake laughs, "I've got some ideas."

He pulls off his shirt and pulls down his sweats and boxer briefs in one motion and is naked in seconds. You're certain you will never get tired of the magnificent sight that is Jake Seresin naked. He kneels on the bed and crawls up to meet you, tenderness on his face as he tucks a piece of your hair that has fallen over your eyes back behind your ear. He stops his head down to kiss you in a searing take your breath away kind of kiss. Leaning back he teases you with his lips to get you to lean up as you follow his kiss so he can take your dress off. With a gentle push to your shoulder he gets you to lay back down again and he is instantly at your breasts cupping them with both hands while he sucks at each nipple with fervor.

You whine with need as he pulls off the second nipple, hands grabbing at the back of his head to keep him there. Your breasts cool in the air as his saliva evaporates and he kisses his way down your torso till he hits the band of your underwear.

"These might be in the way, best to get rid of them," he murmurs, kissing your hip bone.

And with that small notice your underwear are quickly pulled off and flung to the floor to join the rest of your clothing. You wonder what he is planning on next when the thought is pushed out of your head by the feeling of Jake plunging his tongue between your folds earning him a well deserved moan that rises deep from within you.

He attacks your clit with his tongue and gently adds one finger to your pussy and then another. He is a man on a mission, and that mission is to make you come as soon as possible it seems. Your hands go to his head and grab his hair, you wonder if you're pulling on it too tight until you hear and feel him groan with pleasure at your clit. He is fast and relentless, this is no scenic ride today. He has one goal and it's for you to come undone now. He arches his fingers and hits a different spot that makes you see fireworks. He gently massages his fingers in large circles and the feeling is exquisite. Your toes start to curl and your hands pull harder on his hair. He is keeping the same fast pace on your clit. Moaning loudly, you keep him close to your cunt,

"Oh my god, Jake don't stop, so close, so close."

This plea just intensifies his actions and you can feel yourself being wound up and then it all breaks, you come with a strangled cry and clamp your thighs around his head. You are bucking around with each wave of pleasure and he is holding on, tongue and fingers still working, but at a slower pace. You finally have to wave him off, it's too much.

"Too much, too much, Jake,"

you pant out, breathless and dizzy.

He lets go and pulls back breathing heavily. You look down as he wipes his chin clean with the back of his hand and crawls up to take you in his arms.

"I got you, it's all good,"

he murmurs as he kisses your temple as he holds you through the descent back to earth. You can feel his cocky smile at my temple. You come back down in his arms, all the while he is whispering in my ear,

"Sweet El, so beautiful when you come."

Your breathing returns to something approaching normal and you feel his embrace loosen and he asks, gently,

"Ready for more?"

You look into his eyes and say, "Yes, definitely yes."

Jake says,

"Here, get on your knees."

You move around and he is on his knees behind you, you figure that you are going to do doggy style. Jake is rubbing his very ready cock up and down your slit.

"Please,"

you whine a little more undignified than you would like.

You hear him laugh into your shoulder as he gently pushes in. It's then that he puts one hand on your shoulder and wraps his arm around your waist to raise you so your back is against his chest. You lean back on him as he thrusts in and out. Each push and pull delivers a delicious wave of pleasure. One hand is now touching your breasts and the other has moved down to your clit. You wrap your arms up and around the back of his head. The different points of contact are overheating your body and then Jake starts to whisper in your ear,

"You are so beautiful like this. One day I want to get a mirror and make love just like this so you can see just how breathtaking you are."

The praise is almost too much and you start to turn your head away, he reaches up and turns your head so that he can kiss you. His fingers circling your clit in a slow rhythm.

The pace has been steady, but not frantic. You can hear his breath starting to get ragged,

"El, so good, I'm getting so close."

The moment of intimacy, a level you have never experienced before, overwhelms you and you come apart clenching hard around him. Jake lets out a low moan as you ride out your climax from him. He holds back from fucking you hard, keeping his pace the same and prolonging your pleasure as he chases his. Your hand tangled in his hair tightens and you urge him to let go,

"Come for me, Jake. Need you."

Your plea pushes him over the edge and his warmth floods your pussy. Slowly your rhythm stills. He pulls out and you lay down on the bed and open your arms to him and he lays his head on your chest. You stroke his hair as your heart rates return to normal.

Jake's hand idly traces the line of your clematis tattoo on your stomach with his finger.

"So, tell me about your tattoos. I recognize this as a clematis vine. They grow insanely big in Colorado to the top of phone poles, hundreds of blooms all at once.'

"They've always been my favorite flower. I remember going to my grandma's house, it was a big old farmhouse north of Lansing, and her gardens had tons of them. I always liked how they found a way to grow bigger every year. You're the first person to correctly identify it."

He chuckles,

"My mom is super into gardening and didn't hesitate to draft her two sons into helping her. I picked up a few things here and there."

He kisses his way up to your side where you have a tattoo, just under your left breast. Titling his head to get a better view, he asks,

"What's this one?"

It's more simple than the one on your leg, black line work and no color.

"It's the lunar module from the moon landing."

He tilts his head again,

"Oh yeah, I see it now. You are such a nerd."

You laugh,

"I don't deny it, I'm definitely a nerd, but I'm your nerd."

He laughs and you can see his eyes sparkle when you say you're his. He moves to roll you on your stomach to get access to the last tattoo which is on your lower back.

"So this one I think I get,"

he says as kisses it from one side to the other. It starts on one side with a paper airplane with a dotted line that loops a few times to meet a rendering of the Wright Flyer in the middle of your back; the dotted line continues on with a few more loops to the outline of a SR-71 Blackbird.

"So why a Blackbird?"

"I've just always thought it was a very cool looking airplane, which I'm glad my 22 year old self chose a plane that was made by the company I would eventually work for."

He laughs into your skin,

"I'm not going to lie, a F-18 would look pretty good on you. Right about here," he playfully nips at your ass cheek. The stubble on his face tickles and you giggle in response.

"I think I made my opinions known on Boeing the first night we met," you say as you roll over. He winces as he recalls the experience.

"Yeah, I didn't pick up on a lot of clues, I felt nervous around you."

"I didn't pick up on any of that, you oozed confidence. Some of that might have been the beer and tequila, but you were a pretty smooth operator."

"Hah, till you shot me out of the air like a missile."

"Well, it was a weird way to start, but it got us here, so it worked."

You hear his stomach growl and yours answers back.

"As much as I don't want to leave this bed, we do need to get some sustenance and you need to clear out of your temporary digs this afternoon."

"Fine, fine, always the sensible one."

Credit for the amazing clematis tattoo in the mood board.

Chapter 2

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five-nights-at-artsys · 9 months ago

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Post-Shift Anxieties

[or: two long-time instructors talk to each other early in the morning.]

"... Scott? Everything alright there?"

Fuck. Fuck no, he's not dead, right–? Probably just conked out. Hopefully just that. A bit of a nudge ought to wake him up...!

Kim quickly tapped on the other man's shoulder. "Scott? Hey, it's— It's me, Kim."

"..ngh..?" He slowly starts to wake up. ".... wh-what time is—"

And then it hits him. "Ah—! Hhhheck, d-did— Did, uh, did something happen—??," he frantically asked.

"Whoa, whoa, hey," Kim said while backing away, just to give the fellow instructor some space. "It's fine, it's fine. Nothing happened, I think, you just.. passed out for a bit there and I was worried you were..."

She trailed off. Both of them knew what she meant anyways, after that last guy. Probably best not to dwell on it for long.

"... yeah."

"O-oh." Scott looked away in embarassment. "Uhm, s-sorry."

"Hey, no need to apologise," she replied. "You work late, I'd be more surprised if you didn't pass out."

An awkward silence started to brew between the two, before Kim sighed and spoke up once more. "Y'know, if you want, I could reassign you back to th—"

"N-no!" He interrupted. "I-I- I mean— I wouldn't... mind, but...."

"...but..?"

Okay. That's a first. Nobody else has objected to a shift transfer from night to day... Ever, come to think about it. Not from her, not from...

"... just— I don't wanna bother you, o-okay? Besides, uh, I- I'm sure I can handle it eventually. Just— Just give me some time, heh." And there he is again, with the same tired, awkward smile she came to associate with him.

She must admit, she's a bit— No, very worried for her old friend. Scott's got a bad habit of pushing himself too much for seemingly no good reason. But...

"... if you say so," she said, with a faint smile in return. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

"I-I will, don't worry."

#artsy's posts #artsy does an art #artsy's fnaf au #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #phone guy #kim (fnaf)#PhoneGuyMonth2024 #fazinstructors #1 - First night #fic time!#wanted to draw this at first but im currently tomfuckered out from the anniversary drawing i made (that you will see on the 8th !!) so #writing it is #these two are besties change my mind #doomed besties unfortunately but besties nonetheless !

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alystrin03 · 14 days ago

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Never fade away - New work on AO3

I've started a new series on AO3, "Never fade away"! Been too long thinking about this one, let's see where it takes us

Summary: After the battle against the Evanuris, Rook decides to go back to her origins as Antivan Crow, as Alecto de Riva, under the orders of the Fifth Talon. But, somehow, things are getting complicated, as Viago decides to leave Treviso for good and take the House De Riva back to Salle

Song inspo (very obvious this time):

Small fragment after the cut!

The door was ajar, but she called anyway, knocking softly on the wood. Viago, leaning on his desk, looked exhausted. Alecto couldn't help but notice the sunken eyes, the weariness in his gaze, which had lost the sparkle it usually had. Papers were piling up in the corners everywhere, in a way that the old, manic Viago would never have allowed. Something was terribly wrong.

“I didn't expect you to arrive so soon” Even his voice sounded weaker than usual, with no tone of reproach.

“Maybe your scolding finally had some effect” Alecto tried to cheer him up, but got no reaction. She sighed, uncomfortably. “What did you want us to talk about?”

Viago got up to close the door to give them privacy, and pulled Alecto a chair opposite their table. She occupied it, watching him carefully, but not saying a word.

“Do you remember the last big argument we had? You asked me, when I was going to make decisions concerning your future, to let you know first” Alecto pursed her lips. Of course, she remembered that moment when, just back in Treviso, Viago had thrown her estrangement in her face during the exile. “Actually, this is not about your future. It's about the future of the House De Riva. I have decided that we should return to our origins, to Salle.”

Damn, that was a surprise. For almost all their history, both the Talon and the Crows of House De Riva had lived in Salle, it was their area of influence and where the contracts were, necessarily, assigned to their members; but the truth is that since a few years ago the headquarters had moved to Treviso, just as other Houses had acted in a similar way.

“I want to expand our influence, to become the Fifth House of the Antivan Crows again, if not a superior one. It is time to leave Treviso.”

Alecto suspected there were more reasons at play, even if he didn't want to say them “It's your decision. What does it have to do with me?”

Viago turned in his chair, not looking directly at her, rubbing his eyes as if they hurt.

“The Grandmasters, the instructors, the fledglings, they will come with me whether they want to or not. But some of you can choose, though you will still be members of our House and get our contracts. So, I wanted to ask you, before anyone else, where you want to be.”

She took a few seconds to answer him, although she was very clear about her choice. Alecto was upset to learn that there was something else Viago didn't want to tell her, but she didn't want to poke at the wound either. Besides, he was partly right: the Dellamorte's influence in Treviso would predictably increase and they would no longer need as much support from the allied Houses

“I appreciate you asking my opinion, so I'll give it to you. I'm a Crow and a De Riva, always have been, so my place is wherever my Talon is. Of course I'll go to Salle. But this isn't just about origins or influence, is it?”

She couldn't help the question. Alecto didn't want to hurt him, but she wasn't about to let Viago play her for a fool either. They had known each other for too many years for him to accept such a crude excuse.

“Partly yes, but partly” he paused, closing his eyes for a second ”partly you're right. I need to get away from all this. I want to be away from the Diamond for fuck's sake. It's over, definitely.”

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mishmosh-chaos · 19 days ago

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|| Vampire Academy Oneshot/Fanfiction ||

Characters: Dimitri Belikov x reader

Word count: 5k + (yes yes, I know it's long!)

Warnings: beside some swearing, I believe there is non, but feel free to correct me!

A/N: Hello, hello! 👋 Ok, I have no idea if anyone will read this, but oh well, here I am nonetheless. Just some info first: you don't know me, but I write, on both my main blog and this side blog, too. I love the VA books, and reading them again recently brought me here. I watched the movie long time ago, but the seria, nope, and I won't. Also, I absolutely adore Rose and Dimitri duo, they are perfect one for another! And even though I sometimes do write "original character's stuff, it is not the case here, so feel free to skip this, no hard feelings! Oh, and as I suck with titles, I left that blank, too! 😅

All right, that's it I guess. To whoever might read this, hope you'll enjoy it. And please, as english is not my main language, don't mind any mistake you might stumble upon!

You stood near the desk in the small office where all guardian business took care of. Guardian Alberta Petrov was sitting behind the desk, and as she finished signing your papers, she stand up streching her hand towards you „All done! It is a pleasure to have you with us, Guardian Y/N.“

You shake her hand back „The pleasure is mine! It's been a long time since I was last involved in something similar, I hope I won't dissapoint you.“

Alberta regards you respectfully „Well, despite your sudden leave of absence, considering your exceptional status and who your reference is, I doubt that.“ You couldn't help a chuckle escape you, knowing exactly who she was speaking of.

Leaning down you pick up your bags, Alberta handing you your room key. You were almost through the doors when she calls back „Guardian Y/N, one more thing.“

You stop and turn to look at her a little intrigued „Yes?“

„I know your classes don't start till Monday, and I know you just got here, but I'm sure that neither our novices, nor their instructor would mind some special education.“

A smile creep on your lips „I absolutely agree with you.“

Alberta nods in respond, her face shoving she was glad you understood her intention „You will find him at the training area. His next class begins in an hour.“

As you made your way across St. Vladimir's courtyard to the traing area excitement started to fill you. But it wasn't only that you felt. How long was it since you last saw him?

Two damn long! your own voice answered in your mind as if chastising you. You knew that voice was right, but you try to dismiss that acusatory feeling away. You had a damn good reason for you absence! At least that's what you thought.

Entering the training area, it didn't take you long to find the right hall. Even though he was with his back to you, you would recognize him anytime, anywhere.

Silently leaning on the door fram and watching him, you couldn't help but smile. His serious voice and tough demeanor, as he walked around his students correcting their mistakes as they sparred, was something you admired him for. He took his role very serious, his experience was vast and they were all very lucky to have him as their instructor.

You waited patiently to reveal your presence, and when once again he chastised his trainees on some mistake, you decide it is time „You know, Guardian Belikov, I have a feeling you have trouble reaching your students.“

Everyone stopped to look at you as you finished speaking, their faces not able to hide astonishment at the fact you just had the courage to question their instructor. But your focus was on him, and even though it lasted just a second and nobody else probably noticed, his body language betrayed him, your smile only growing bigger. I can still surprise him! you thought amused, watching as he finally turns to face you.

Dimitri's attention was now fully directed at you, and damn, those gorgeous dark eyes of his were staring so intensely at you, you began to think how this might not be your greatest idea. But it was too late to back up now.

Dimitri stayed silent, the novices exchanging glances between you two, but you didn't need to look directly at any of them to know they were anxious and excited to find out what was going on here.

„Is that so?“ he finally say not moving from his spot, to all around surely sounding unphased by your previous statement. But you knew him so well, noticing the same excitement on his face as his novices had. He read right through you, that excitement mixing with curiosity to see how you'll continue this charade on.

„It definitely looks so.“ you shrug casually before adding with a touch of dissapointment „Which is a shame, as I was convinced it would be worth my time to chek this particular class out.“

You knew he vasn't taking your words to heart, and now your eyes flashed excitedly as he took a few steps towards you „And how would you try to do that yourself, if you don't mind sharing your wisdon with us, miss...“

„Guardian,“ you quickly correct detaching from the door frame and moving toward him „and perhaps, a live demonstration would be a better way for your students to learn something?“

You come to a standstill a few steps away from him, tilting your head slightly to the side, your eyes firmly fixed on him the entire time, and you barely kept a straight face as you heard gasps escape the novices around you „If, ofcourse, you don't find my proposition too...challenging.“

Being this close to him sent shivers through your body. You forgot how god-like and gorgeous Dimitri was, his intoxicating smell wrapping around you like a spell, you fought hard to keep yourself focused.

With his face now completely hidden from the novices around you, you saw a smile form on his lips before his body tensed, and it seemed he was moving with that godly speed of his as he leaped towards you in an atempt to catch you off guard. And he almost did succeed. Almost.

You barely had time to evade his blow, quickly composing yourelfs, your combat instincts kicking in. He was now facing the novices but his eyes never left you. „Lesson one,“ he says amusement clear in his voice „never let your guard down.“

What followed then was a show and a half! You both had eyes only for one another, unbothered of what was happening around you. And you didn't go easy on eachother, with each move as if trying to challenge eachother more, not worrying at all how each hit you did manage to land might definitely leave a mark.

You were both that good, moving gracefully and with such finess around the hall, not giving much thought how those around you stared in admiration and awe. And you certainly didn't notice the crowd gathering at the door trying to see the spectacle that was happening inside.

You honestly didn't know how much time passed, and oh boy, you were sure you could go on for hours more like this. But a voice suddenly brought you to a stop as a furious guy managed to push himself through the crowd at the door „Belikov! What in the hell is going on here?!“

Dimitri and you both stopped in a flash turning towards the door. You were both breathing heavy from the fight, but in a matter of seconds he was composed and back in that obidient guardian mode of his „My apologies, Guardian Alto. We were just showing the novices some...moves.“

You shake your head and chuckle. It amazed you how easy it was for him to quickly find the right words to any sittuaition. Alto's eyes finally turn to you, and his stare didn't seem that friendly at the moment „And who might you be?“

Dimitri look at you and you both smile, an understanding passing between you. You nod to him and he turns back to Hans, that smile still on his face „This is Guardian Y/N, our new instructor. And a very dear friend of mine.“

The crowd finally cleared, after some more formal introduction to a few guardians and smiles from excited novices as they said their goodbyes, leaving Dimitri and you alone at last.

„You should have informed me about your arrival.“ he pass you a bottle of water before sliding down the wall to sit next to you.

„No way!“ you exclime „Did you see how your students gazed at you with admiration? And not only them.“

Dimitri laugh with full force „You're wrong here – it certainly wasn't me who they were admireing.“

Shifting your body slightly to look better at him you teas „I'm sorry, but is that – is that a hint of jelousy I sense here?“

He laughs again, this time shaking his head „You haven't changed a bit. I should have expected something like this from you.“

„Of course you should have!“ you laugh „It wasn't that long we last saw eachother for you to forget my love of making a grand entrance.“

Now it was his time to turn and look at you, and dear gods, those gorgeous eyes of his regarded you with so much emotions behind them, and you clearly recognized sorrow, even if he tried to hide it. You curse inside, scolding yourself instantly.

A year. Almost a whole year passed since you last saw eachother, and you realized just now, as he gazed at you that it pained him just as much as it did you.

With a sigh he turns his head from you, his gaze now fixed on the window in front of him. „I won't push you to talk,“ he starts after a moment, and you were grateful he broke the silence that started to get uncomfortable. „I know you will when you're ready. But I will say one thing –„ his eyes were now back on you and he once more smile with his whole face „I am really happy you're here, Y/N“

Dimitri still had some classes left for the day, but he informed you he cleared his schedule for the weekend to show you around and so you could catch up, wich made you happy. And, honestly after this little show of yours, you wouldn't mind a shower and some rest.

After the shower you put on your sleeping shirt and shorts and get into bed. But sleep refused to come as Dimitri's words slip into your mind. And you knew he was right – the topic of your sudden leave of absence will eventually be discussed, and it actually scared you. Will you be able to finally tell him the truth?

You knew Dimitri since you were kids, growing up in the same place. He was two years older, but you clicked from the first time you saw eachother, spending all of your free time together. He was always there for you, ready to go through fire if needed to save you from anything, or any one. Not that you needed it much, but when you think back now, most of the times he was there to save you from yourself and your crazy ideas. And you were there for him, too, in the same way.

You both shared a dream to become guardians, and doing all that, side by side with him, was the best time of your life. And that was when things started to get complicated, at least for you. Because, somewhere along the line, you fell in love with him. Hard. And you knew that was going to be a big problem.

You always knew how much Dimitri wanted to become a guardian. There was so much passion in him whenever you two talked about it, even as kids. You wanted to become one, too, there was no doubt about that. But the way he spoke about it, it was astounding.

And you were affraid to say anything to him about your feelings. And how could you?! His long wishful dream was coming to life, and who were you to tell him about your feelings and sway that in any possible way? Sure, times have changed, and Dhampirs getting together wasn't something that was that much looked upon with rejection and disapproval, and honestly, you had no knowledge of what Dimitri's thoughts were on that subject, as you never really talked about it.

And beside, it didn't matter, as you were positive he didn't feel anything even slightly remotely close to what you did. But what you were most afraid of was, that if you did mention anything to him, you would loose your best friend, the other half of your soul, for sure. And you certainly didn't want that, no matter how much it pained you.

So you did the only thing that seemed logical to you at that moment – you left.

Well, you didn't leave the guardians all together, you just kinda took a break from it, going back home under some lame excuse. Dimitri didn't believe your excuse at that time, neither. And it got pretty heated between you the day before you left, shattering your heart to pieces. Because, at the end, he didn't try to stop you from leaving, like really try, and that was the moment where you were quite sure there was no chance that he felt anything even remotely similar as you.

You did keep in touch in the time of your absence, you were best friends after all, not mentioning your departure once, but you haven't saw eachother till today.

So, why did you decide to come back all of a sudden? Well, you believed with all your heart that it didn't matter any more, that your feelings for him weren't there anymore, and you just really wanted your best friend back in your life. So when you heard the position for an instructor opened up at St. Vladimir's, you applied and hoped for the best.

And so, here you were, back to doing what you always dreamed of, and best of all, you had your best friend back. But seeing Dimitri today didn't result with only feelings of happines. Those other feelings, the ones that made your heart beet faster just by knowing he was somewhere close by, came crushing down on you like a wrecking ball making you realize that, no matter how much time you try to spend away from him, can't change the fact you were still very much in love with him.

You curse inside again turning on your side and pulling the covers over your head as if that will somehow magically dispers all your troubles away. With a heavy sigh you shake your head and close your eyes, hoping sleep will come to you afterall.

Damn it, Y/N, what on earth did you get yourself into again!

Eventually, sleep did come to you, even if it did last only for a few hours. That still didn't numb your senses, your guardian instincts kicking in the moment there was a knock at your door.

Jumping out of the bed you squint for a moment, the light from the sun hitting your eyes through the window. Another knock came, and you walk to the doors only to be met with Dimitri's inquiring look. Seeing his face, you tense „Crap, what time is it?“

„It depends,„ he starts amusement clear in his voice „if you want breakfast, I would advise you change into something...different. And fast.“

„Meet you downstairs in five!“ you answer hastily, practically slamming the doors to his face and quickly start to undress moving towards your small wardrobe. Three minutes later and all dressed up, you rush outside jumping two-three steps at the time, reaching Dimitri with a grin „Lead the way!“

Dimitri chuckles as he push open the doors leading out from guardian housing for you to pass „You really took my warning seriously.“

„Well, breakfast is the most important meal!“ you reply and turn your head to look at him with an ever bigger grin then before „And I'm really hungry.“

He gives you a quick amused glance, nodding his head in greeting to a few guardians passing you „You are always hungry.“

„Hey, that's not true!“ you protest getting a laugh out of him in response „If you say so.“

Ooh, that beautiful laugh of his, you forgot how enchanting it sounds. And you missed it deeply.

You reach a building where you supposed the cantina was, Dimitri once more opening to doors for you. The place was pretty big, but most of the tables were vacant by now. He told you to choose where you want to sit and left to get some food.

You were seriously worrying if there was anything left to eat, considering the time, as you weren't exaggerating when you said you were hungry. You were starving!

So when Dimitri joined you lowering a tray full of muffins, croissants and pancakes on the table, along with two glases of freshly squeezed orange juice and two cups of coffee you couldn't hide your surprise „I don't remeber food being THIS good in places like this.“

„You remember correct.“ He replies making your eyes reluclanty peel away from all that delicious food to him. A small smile start to grow on his lips and he leans over the table towards you like he was about to reveal some very hush-hush-top-secret to you, and very itrigued you do the same „But with the right connections, you can change that.“

You couldn't help but laugh, your laughter echoing around almost empty cantina, making those rare few people still there curiously turn towards you. You shake your head and grab one of the muffins „Dear gods, you have GOT to share those connections with me!“

„Oh, I do?“ he questions with a chuckle leaning back in his chair, watching you take a big bite of your muffin, the soft juicy texture melting in your mouth „Absolutely, it's what friends do. Especially best friends.“

„Do best friends also leave without good reason?“

His words were like ice cold water splashed in your face. You knew this conversation was bound to happen, but he said he wouldn't push you to talk. So why, why was he doing it?

„Dimitri, please, can't we- can't we just leave this for later?“ You didn't dare to look at him, your eyes numbly staring at the half eaten muffin in front of you, its sweet taste now slowly being replaced with a bitter one. „You said you would let it be untill I'm ready to talk about it, you said you won't push it, so please – I beg you, just let it be for now.“

„True, I did say so.“ he begins, and you had trouble reading what he was feeling from his voice alone, but you still dared not to look at him. „It's just – I don't understand.“ Now you clearly could decipher frustration in his voice, but there was also sadness, worry and desperation in it, which only made your heart squeez more. „I couldn't understant it then, and I still don't to this day. So why did you do it?“

You close your eyes affraid that if you slip and look at him, you will break down and cry. Why couldn't he waited at least one day, just one day for you to enjoy spending time with your best friend like it used to be, before it all turns to dust and your life once more gets filled with misery and pain.

You almost jump in your chair when you feel his warm hand gently lowering on yours „Y/N, why won't you talk to me?“

Opening your eyes, you finally get the courage to look at him. And, oh saints, those dark eyes once again stared at you with so much care and worry behind them, you were wondering how your heart was still beating through all the pain you felt.

You knew it was pointless to drag this any longer, it was only a torture for both of you. And even though you were aware that in a moment you would hurt even more, it was time to come clean.

„Ah, Dimitri, there you are!“ a womans voice suddenly reach you and pull you out of your thoughts, and it took you a moment to realized who it belonged to. Alberta was walking towards your table, and as she joined you, you also just then noticed Dimitri's hand wasn't resting on yours any longer. And that kinda sting you for some reason.

„I am very sorry to interupt you.“ Alberta was glancing between you two, apparently not noticing the tension that was radiating from both. Her eyes rest on you now „I'm sure you two had plans, but I'm affraid Guardian Y/N, I have to borrow Dimitri for a while.“

As you sat there pondering weather Alberta's interrupting you was a good thing or not, Dimitri speaking brought you back to focus „That is no problem at all.“

He was looking at her now, and was already begining to stan up ready to leave, which send another sting to you. Was he that eager to get away from you?

„No need to apologize,“ you begin your stare shooting daggers at Dimitri. Two can play this game, my friend!

„We both know how Dimitri takes his obligations seriously. And our little chit chat can certainly wait for a while longer.“

This got him to look at you, but you quickly turn to alberta flashing her your most wide smile „And please, call me Y/N. No need to be so formal, as far as I'm concerned.“

Alberta nod and smile back „I agree. And once again, I really am sorry for this.“ She turns her look to Dimitri „If you're ready?“

Dimitri's gaze was still fixed on you, and you notice him reluclantly turn to her and nod „Let's go.“

When they moved away a bit, you let a shaky but relieved breath out, grateful this was over. But not a heartbeat later your whole body tense as you feel Dimitri sneak behind you leaning down to your ear, his warm breath on your neck sending both goosebumps and shivers through you „This is far from over.“

Damn!

As it turned out, Dimitri was occupied for the rest of the day. That left you to explore and get acquainted with St. Vladimir's place by your self. But unfortunately, it also meant it left you alone with your thoughts, too. And as the day was moving closer to its end, you began to lose that courage you had at breakfast more and more.

As you were still on human schedule, you were glad that there weren't so many people as you walked around. You were definitely not in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment, although you did run into Alberta at one point, who informed you about Dimitri and offered to show you around instead. As politely possible you rejected her offer, which didn't seem to bother her, but you did use this opportunity to ask of her a permission to go to a nearby town tomorrow morning for some personal supplies. After it, you did some more exploring, grabbed something to eat and went back to your room as more and more studens and guardians began to emerge around ready to star with their day.

In the morning you learned from the guardina on duty at the main gates that Alberta arranged for you to take one of the cars from the academy. It would be a pain in the butt to get to the nearest town without it, so you were very grateful for it. You should definitely buy that woman something as a way of thanking her for all she'd done for you since you arrived.

The almost two hours long drive was revitalizing on you. It was late spring, and the scenery along the way was kinda serene. You rolled both windows down, letting the soft wind carry the sweet scent of flowers and trees in bloom through the car.

When you reached the town, it didn't take you long to find the only shopping mall there, and you did your supplies run pretty fast. You decided to eat here too, not really having a rushing desire to get back to the academy. And, lets be honest here, a chance to run into Dimitri.

Sipping the coffee after your meal you obsereved the passerbys and their carefree faces. And you envied them on it, knowing what awaits you once you get back. You dreded it, but you knew you had to face Dimitri and tell him the truth, you couldn't keep going on like this. And maybe, when you finally do get everything off of your chest, you can begin to heal and eventually move on. Maybe.

And noticing the time, with a heavy sight you leave some money on the table, gather your stuff and start walking back to the car. It was time to get this over once and for all.

It was almost completely dark when you parked the car back at academy's garage. Taking your stuff you hand the car key to the guardian in charge there and head out. The voices around you became louder as more and more students of both Guardians and Morois left the comforts of their rooms and went on to begin their day.

You head towards the guardian office in search of Alberta, but she wasn't in at the momen, so you leave a little package on her table and grab a paper to write a note expressing your thanks to her. Leaving the building you barely made a few steps when you sense someone approaching you.

„That's where you've been all day? Shopping“ Dimitri say glancing at the bags in your hand.

„Why so surprised?“ you ask back, your question coming out a bit more frustrating than you actually meant to.

„Because I know you,“ he reply and sigh before continuing „and judging by your current mood, I could even dare to imply that you were doing it also as a method to avoid me for the day.“

„Is that so? Huh, what, you read minds now, too?“ you snap back, and almost run full force at Dimitri who suddenly appears in front of you not trying to hide annoyance from his face „All right, Y/N, enough is enough! What is going on with you?!“

„Oh I don't know, why don't you tell me, as you seem to think you know everything!“

You were almost yelling now, your raising voice starting to attract curious glances from the ones passing you by. Dimitri noticed it, too, so he grabs you by the arm, and not very gently, leading you towards the guardian training building.

Ushering you inside, he finally lets go of your arm striding over to the desk to turn on the small lamp. Facing you, he leans on it crossing his arms infront of him „All righ, now talk!“

„Fine.“ You start, dropping the bags you were still holding on the floor mimicking his arm crossing gesture „What would you like to talk about? About my shopping trip some more perhaps? Or how my drive to the town went? Or maybe-„

„Stop playing dumb, Y/N!“ he interrupts you, and you actually wince from the harsh tone of his voice. It always seemed impossible for Dimitri to lose his composure. Things would have to get really, really bad for him to snap like this, and you had no idea what to expect next.

„Damn it, Y/N,“ he starts again now moving from the desk, pacing back and forth in front of it „I don't get it! I don't get what's going on here, what's going on with you! You've been on edge from the moment you came here, and for the love of it all, I can't understand why! But I'm starting to think how it definitely have something to do with me! So tell me!“ he stops pacing to look at you, his eyes begging you for the answer „What have I done to deserve this kind of behaviour from you?!“

„It's what you didn't do!“ you yell back instantly, your words clearly taking him aback.

„It's what you didn't do that's the problem here.“ you repeat again after a moment of silence, almost whispering it, crumbling to the floor, wondering when the tears started to come out of your eyes.

There is and old japanese legend that says crying is how your eyes speak when your heart is too broken for words. And that's how you felt right now, like your heart was breaking into million pieces, the pain running so deep, your broken heart unabeling you to form the wright words.

But you had to try, you had to! You reached the point of no return, and you owed it to him, to both of you, to stop this charade from going on any longer. What happens next is entirely in fates hands.

And you had no clue how to even begin explaining this, so you blurt out the first thing that did come to you „I love you, Dimitri. And I don't mean it like a brotherly love. I love – I'm in love with you, so much that I had to run away from you how much it pained me. I tried to fight it, I so much wanted for it to not be true. I spent almost a year trying to convince myself that I was wrong, that I was delusional, that my feelings weren't real.

And it was working, I swear it was! I was victorious! I beat the odds, dispersing those feelings away. I thought of you again as my best friend, only as my best friend. And I knew, I knew with all my heart everything will be all right again.“

Moment ago you had trouble finding the right words, and now they just kept pouring out. You still couldn't, dared to look at his face, afraid that if you do, those words would just stop. So you focus on your clasped hands, and take a deep breath before continuing.

„But I was wrong, so very wrong. When I saw you yesterday, I was so happy. I missed you so much, that just the knowledge of you being somewhere close by was euphoric to me. But at the same time, all those feelings I was so sure were gone came crushing down on me like a wave, and I was fighting so damn hard again to keep my head above the waters surface.

And I know, believe me, I know it's wrong, I know that. And I know I should have been stronger, I should have fought harder to defeat it, and gods, I will, I will fight it, I promise! I will be victorius again, this time for good! I just wish that – I hope that you knowing all this now won't make you push me out of your life completely. Because I know you don't feel the same, and thats all right, it really is, but I just – I just don't want to lose my best friend, I don't. I can't.“

And that was it – the words left you, you said what was weighing on your soul. And honestly, you didn't feel any better than before. You felt defeated. Because, how on earth could this have even a remote chance of ending up in a good way.

The tension that filled the room was terrifying, the silence around you only making it worse. So when you noticed Dimitri's slow steps coming towards you, a voice inside of your mind screamed and begged for you to get up and run. But you couldn't. You were frozen in place, praying silently for the hard floor beneth you to open up and swallow you.

The lamp on the desk might be small, but the shadow it casted as Dimitri was almost in front of you was intimidating, so you grit your teeth, bracing yourself for the worst.

So when Dimitri stopped to kneel in front of you, his warm hands cupping your cheeks and moving your head so you could look at him you thought you were dreaming. Once again, there was so many emotions behind his eyes, and you didn't know what to think of it.

„What, you read minds now, too?“ he finally say, chuckling a moment later, probably at the very dumbfounded look on your face. You wanted to speak, to ask him what was going on here, but the words got stuck in your throath. Screaming silently at yourself to get a grip, it took you a while to finally becom coherent enough to form any words „What?“

Being sure he had your full attention now, he moves his hands from your face, but only so he could take a hold of yours "What I mean is, I really wish you told me all of this a year ago."

"Why?" you question back quickly averting your eyes away "So you could reject me sooner and finally be done with me?"

"No, Y/N" he answers you, his voice so sweet, you were sure you never heard him sound like this before, and it only got sweeter as he spoke again "so I could tell you the feelings are mutual."

If before you had a really dumbfounded look on your face, you could not possibly imagine how you looked now. Did you hear him correctly? Or were you lost somewhere so deep in your mind imagining all of this, playing a scenario of how you wished for things to unfold.

"Please, Dimitri," you finally start sounding so tired "please, don't do this to me. Don't lie, don't go and say something you don't really mean just for my sake. Don't toy with my heart like this because - because it can't possibly survive any more pain."

Dimitri's gentle fingers touch your chin and he turns your head towards him, his eyes staring so intensely at you "I have never lied to you before, and I have no intention to start now, neither."

You always believed, no, you were absolutely, one hundred percent positive there was no way, not even a slightes possibility for anything, or anyone, to catch Dimitri off guard. So when you suddenly leapt at him throwing your hands around his neck and crushing your lips so fiercly on his, you were genuinely surprised your action resulted in his back coliding with the floor with a loud thud.

But just as quickly his composure was back, his arms wrapping around you pulling you closer and deepening the kiss, with every passing heartbeat a blissful sensation spreading all over your body. It was mesmerizing. It was magic.

And in that moment, while your bodies ached to get even closer, a realization hit you - it was happening, this was really happening! Dimitri love you, he really do love you.

You wanted to stay like this forever, still somewhat afraid that if you break the kiss, the spell around you would break, too.

Reluclantly, you break the kiss gasping for air, but his strong arms were still holding you firmly, giving you just enough room to move your head slightly, resting your forehead on his. Still not quite believing what was happening you chuckle as a thought suddenly comes back to you "What happened with your lesson number one?"

Dimitri laughs fully at your words"Hmh, I don't know. But it seems like I have trouble with more than just not reaching to my students."

Now it was your turn to laugh "It really seems so. You should definitely do something about that."

"Mhm, I agree. Perhaps I'm in need of another live demonstration."

One of his hands move from your back to your head, his fingers tangling in your hair and pushing gently towards him for another kiss. While the first one was full of hunger and longing, this kiss was soft and sweet, full of love.

A moment later he breaks the kiss to look at you "You know, as much as I don't mind being like this sprawled on the floor, I have a proposition for you."

"You do?" you question back hazily keeping your eyes closed, just enjoying being like this with him "And what do you propose?"

"I was thinking, perhaps it would be better if we continue this somewhere more...comfortable?"

In a flash, your eyes were open, and you jump to your feet leaving poor Dimitri looking at you with confusion as the meaning of his words finally come to understanding. With a mischievous grin and look full of desire you grab his hand and pull him to a stand "Your room, or mine?"

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Miss Velvet

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Y/N aka Miss Velvet, is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helped Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bought everyone back he hired her to work with the Avengers and SHIELD hired her to work with their agents as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.

Bucky Barnes is a manwhore who is enjoying his freedom for the first time in decades and pays no mind to y/n when she meets the team because he knows how to ride and is always on the prowl for his next conquest.

Post Endgame but everybody survived, because I said so. Written before TFATWS or any of the multiverse saga. Steve helped get Sharon Carter pardoned so they are together.

Notes: Yes, I have thrown my back out this way.

Chapter 6

WARNINGS: swearing, like a lot. Painful injury, animal death, marijuana use. I think that's it.

After Velvet left the barn, Bucky sat on the bales of hay she had been sitting on and dropped his head to his hands. All he wanted was to go back before deskgate so he could ignore her and continue his life of casual sex with new women every week or so. Seemed like every time he got close to Velvet he said or did something stupid. It's all too complicated. Bucky heard a groan and saw Matt starting to move, sighed and went to call Steve to help him deal with this drama. Steve showed up a few minutes later with Tony and Sam tagging along behind, to see Bucky holding Matt to keep him from leaving.

"Geez Steve, you didn't need to bring back up it's just this one douche who tried to force himself on Velvet."

Tony's eyes flashed "Is Barnes telling the truth Landers? Because that's reason for expulsion from SWORD, at the very least."

Matt scoffed "No, that little tease dragged me in here and then changed her mind."

Tony sighed "You're absolutely sure about that?"

"100%" Matt replied.

Tony grinned "OK, just give me a few minutes FRIDAY?"

"Yes boss?"

"Could you pull up the video from this stall for the last 30 minutes?"

"Of course boss"

Matt looked shaken "there are cameras in here?"

Tony looked at him like he had 2 heads. "Of course, the horses here will be a significant investment so I'm not going to leave them unprotected"

Matt stammered "Maybe it was just a misunderstanding, I'm sure she wasn't meaning to lead me on."

Tony nodded "Uh huh, Yeah, I still have to check the feed. Landers, I'm sure Barnes and Rogers will be happy to show you to your room. I expect you in my office first thing in the morning to discuss the footage."

The next morning, while Velvet and Mi were feeding the horses and mucking out stalls, she got a call from Tony, asking her to tell him what happened the evening before with Landers. She told him exactly what happened.

Tony asked "So off the record, what happened with Barnes?"

Velvet scoffed, "Barnes is an idiot, I'm impressed he's lived so long."

Tony chuckled "I told him to watch his ass."

"Must be a slow learner. I gotta go, Tony, the rest of my herd is at the gates."

"Pretty sure that's my herd there, Miss"

"Whatever you say Tony, come check them out this afternoon."

Velvet and Mi headed over to the new facility thru her barn, crossing the gate at the property line and into the new barn. 7 new horses of various ages, sizes and colors adding to Velvet's 5 and Pepper & Morgan's new rides so a total of 14 horses. The day passed quickly getting all the horses and their gear organized and put away, giving Velvet no time to think about starting work with Barnes or whatever the deal was with that kiss.

Monday morning, Velvet started with her usual routine until she heard Indy barking when someone came up to the door.

"Didn't I tell you to meet me by the barn, seargent?"

"Yeah" Bucky replied "But I thought I'd bring you coffee"

"Thanks, Barnes but I don't drink coffee. Hold on to it, you might need it yourself."

They headed out to the barn and Velvet explained the program.

"What we do here with Avengers and agents is different from your typical therapeutic riding program, like Mi runs at Serenity where we work with special needs and at risk kids plus veterans. Y'all have a different life here so I had to tweak things but it seemed to work on Tony who was my first Avenger rider. I'm a certified therapeutic riding instructor and know all the physical and mental health benefits of horseback riding so that's one aspect, you'll be riding at least 3 days a week. Sometimes it will be like a lesson with me on the ground instructing you, others we will go on trail rides. We are lucky to be surrounded by some beautiful nature and trail rides can be very therapeutic. There is also on the ground mental health sessions with horses and our social worker, Lynn. You'll work with her a couple of days a week and I'll be there to wrangle the horses.

Last, there's the barn chores. Mucking out stalls, feeding, cleaning tack, etc are all good therapy. I've worked out a number of major life problems while mucking out stalls, horses are good listeners and can keep secrets. You'll need to be here at least 4 hours a day 4 days a week. We'll work around your training schedule but I really need you here in the mornings to help with feeding and cleaning before lessons and therapy start. Obviously you are excused when you are on missions, I understand how things work around here and know the priorities. Any questions?"

Bucky shook his head "Where do we start?"

"Feeding the beasts. Follow me"

Velvet led the way to the hay shed and showed Bucky the chart with all the info on the horses feed and supplements so they filled up the wheelbarrow with hay and buckets for each horse with their specified extras. Then she showed him the rakes and wheelbarrow for mucking out stalls and they got to work while the horses ate.

Velvet talked while she was working "When the horses are in here you need to pay attention to them, especially their backside. I always talk to them so they know where I am and either stay close enough to their butt that they can't get any force behind a kick or far enough away that they can't reach you."

After Velvet's 5 horses were set they walked thru the gate to Morgans place next door and into the barn there. They fed and cleaned everything and then took the horses out 2 at a time and led them around to stretch their legs and get a look at their new home. Morgan and Peppers horses were there plus a tall chestnut mare named Jeep, a bay gelding named Brownie, a dun gelding named Cherry, a mule named Mr West and a chestnut Arabian gelding named Romeo. Plus the grey draft mix that helped Lexi pull the ladies carriage, Bullet.

"Since the new horses arrived yesterday, I have no lessons scheduled today so we can help them get acclimated"

After all the new horses were taken care of, meaning fed, groomed and walked, Bucky left to get lunch and train with Steve but promised to return around 3 since Velvet told him they would go on a short trail ride. While he was gone she took Duke out to stretch his legs only to see he was favoring his left rear leg and was moving pretty stiffly. She cut his walk short and rubbed him down before she put him away, then marked his feed chart to include an anti-inflammatory to help with the stiffness and pain.

When Bucky returned they took Lexi and Bullet out for a trail ride. They started off chatting about nothing important until she looked back and signaled for him to stop and be quiet. She pointed to their left and when Bucky followed her line of sight he saw it, a doe and her fawn in a clearing a little ways away.

The deer walked away a moment later and Velvet looked at him with a big grin on her face

"One of the things I love about this area, the beautiful woods and all the wildlife that lives here. Nature is so important to our mental health and we forget that. One of the reasons equine therapy helps us."

Bucky grinned and wondered how he could make her smile like that. Then he wondered where that thought came from and shook his head

"You ok there, Barnes?" Velvet asked

"Uh, Yeah, horsefly" he mumbled

"Ok, some of the animals aren't so great, those fuckers hurt."

Over the next few weeks they developed a comfortable rhythm working together and Duke deteriorated steadily.

One morning, Bucky knocked on her front door with tea but she didn't answer so he headed back to see if she got started early.

He saw the vet's truck in front of the barn and could hear the vet speaking softly and Velvet's sniffles coming from Duke's stall. He didn't want to interrupt such a personal moment so went to sit in her office until the vet was done. When he heard her sobbing he felt his gut clench, she knew this was coming but that's never any consolation. He heard the vet telling Velvet that he was sorry but had to leave because he had other patients waiting and his people would be there to pick up Duke's remains to be cremated shortly.

Bucky went to help her up when they arrived to pick Duke up and held on to her while she cried softly.

"He was our first therapy horse, the first horse I rode after the accident and one of my best friends. I don't know what I'm going to do without him."

Bucky wanted to help but didn't really know what to say so he just nodded

"I know".

He led her into the office and offered the tea he had brought, apologizing for it being cold. Velvet gave him a small smile and drank it,

"Still tastes better than coffee. We should get everyone fed and mucked before there's a riot."

Once the chores were done Velvet sat at her desk "You don't have to stay, I'm taking a couple of personal days. Already sent a text to everyone that was on today and tomorrows schedule. I'll have his ashes tomorrow so you're off the hook for a couple of days."

Bucky nodded "Do you want some company or to be alone? Isn't Mi coming?"

Velvet looked at him surprised "That's sweet of you but you don't have to, I'm sure you have better things to do that hang out consoling me. Mi is out of town visiting family but I spoke to him this morning so he knows."

Bucky replied "My day is clear, already planned to spend it here so it's no problem. I want to help. I've never had the same kind of bond with an animal except Alpine and I know I'd be pretty upset if I lost him. We could go for a ride or watch movies and order food or play checkers or whatever."

Velvet smiled and stood up "A ride would be nice. Lexi will be sad too, they were buds. Nature always helps."

On their ride they went from bouts of silence to chatting about books, mostly sci-fi and fantasy. Velvet told him about growing up with a dad who loved sci-fi so she was exposed to it at a young age. Star Trek being a family favorite and Firefly a personal favorite.

When Bucky asked what Firefly was, Velvet looked offended "seriously? The team is slacking in your pop culture education. Firefly is 16 hours of bliss and a lifetime of disappointment. One of the best and most loved sci-fi shows ever made. Now I know what we are watching when we get back."

Velvet was true to her word and they watched 6 episodes of Firefly while eating pizza before she started yawning and decided to call it a night. She went to bed after medicating and couldn't calm her mind down, thinking of all the times she had with Duke, one of the only horses in her herd that wasn't snapped and how she wouldn't be able to make any more memories with him. She ended up crying herself to sleep.

Velvet only slept a few hours before she gave up, getting up to shower and eat. It was only 5am when she was done eating and she couldn't sit still so went to the barn with Indy, to start chores.

She was cleaning in the tack room and crying as she wiped the dust off of Duke's saddle and sneezed hard, twice.

As soon as she straightened up she felt it. Her back pulled and she felt a sharp stabbing pain and collapsed, legs giving out on her.

Velvet groaned as her back continued to spasm painfully. She tried to reach her phone to call someone for help but it was in her back pocket and she couldn't reach it without making the pain worse. She tried to roll onto her side so she could try to get up but everything made it worse.

After Velvet spewed a string of harsh expletives, Indy left her side and ran out of the barn, barking at someone or something. A minute later she heard Indy whining and a low voice asking him what was wrong.

The voice called out "Velvet, you in here? You ok?"

It was Bucky.

Velvet sighed and responded in a pained voice, "No, not ok and I'm in the tack room. I need help. I've fallen and I can't get up" she giggled at herself then groaned again because that hurt too.

Bucky walked into the tack room and saw Velvet on the floor in a painful looking position.

"What the hell? Should I call 911 or something?"

Velvet grunted "I appear to have thrown my back out. Sneezing. Sofa king stupid this back is bullshit. I could use some help getting up but I have to warn you, it's not gonna be pretty. It's going to hurt me no matter what I do and I'm not exactly one to suffer in silence."

Bucky smirked, "yeah, that doesn't surprise me. What do you need me to do?"

Velvet closed her eyes "pick my up under my arms so I can stand but you have to go really, r-e-a-l-l-y slow and be prepared to adjust positions. Are you sure you're down for this? I can call Steve, he's helped me before"

Bucky snorted "Don't be ridiculous, if Steve can handle it so can I"

"Ok, ok, I don't want to argue and I need to get up. If I can get to my feet and walk with support back to the house I can get some meds and put some heat on it."

Bucky reached for her, careful not to hurt her or touch any inappropriate spots. It was slow going and Velvet wasn't quiet when the pain got worse. Bucky could feel her heart racing and see how pale and pinched her face looked with a cold sweat dotting her forehead.

It was awful hearing how much pain she was in but they finally made it back to her house where she changed into a big t-shirt and leggings before he helped her settle into her chair, adjust the heating pad and put her feet up.

Bucky looked at her concerned "Are you going to be ok? Do you need anything?"

Velvet smiled "Could you grab me a brownie out of the big square container in the pantry, right of the stove."

"Sure, could I have one?"

She giggled again, and groaned in pain. "Fuck, I hate this! No, they are medicated with cannabis for my pain"

"Cannabis?"

"Yeah, better known as reefer in your day. It's good medicine and safer than most pain meds"

Bucky grinned, "I've tried it a couple of times, back in my day. Wasn't bad"

Velvet smiled "Does your bff Mr Clean know about this, he certainly never mentioned it to me."

Bucky shook his head "Nah, with his asthma Steve wasn't smoking anything. It was only a couple of times when I met the band at the dance hall."

Bucky gave Velvet a brownie and some water. Velvet huffed, "I never would have guessed but I should have known, the whole bad boy ladies man vibe. You're welcome to have one but I don't know what it will do to a super soldier, I never could talk Steve into trying one."

Velvet tensed up, "Shit, someone needs to feed the horses."

She tried to sit up but Bucky stopped her. "I've got this"

He texted the team to let them know what happened. They all came over to finish her chores and see if she needed anything else. By that time the meds had kicked in and Velvet was grinning and babbling about stoned super soldiers.

Steve looked curious "What is she talking about?"

Bucky laughed "it's just pain med talk, don't take it seriously."

The doorbell rang and Steve went to answer it.

It was Duke's ashes, Steve didn't want to upset her now that the pain was better but she heard the doorbell so he took the urn and handed it to Velvet. She held it to her chest and started to cry.

Everyone tried to console her but Bucky holding her hand was the only thing she felt. After a bit she calmed down and started to doze off. Once they saw that Velvet was taken care of the team left but Bucky stayed.

Velvet opened her eyes and looked at him "I really appreciate your help Barnes but you don't have to stay. My walker is right here in case I need to get up and I have plenty of easy meals plus lots of tv I can watch"

Bucky sighed "You can call me Bucky, you know. I think we've made it to friends by now. And you don't have to do it all yourself, it's ok to let people help you. Besides, I really want to watch more of that Firefly show."

Velvet grinned "Shiny."

Chapter 7

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #james bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #miss velvet

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for archival reasons, and because rise has officially ended, i'm coping by looking back at the past two years and thinking about the master utsushi rabbit hole. this is based on a long reply i sent to a mutual but i think it deserved to have its own post where others can read it and i can expand further on certain details. or something. i don't know. i have no idea who will read this but if you do, please enjoy...

the ballad of master utsushi.

he was there regardless.

always watching.

waiting.

i wound up getting attached to utsushi-kyokan (master/instructor utsushi), ウツハン/utsuhan (utsushi x hunter) ship, and finding his Japanese fan community late 2021, and i've been chatting with mutuals and friends i made there since. at that time, capcom had opened up pre-orders for his nui (plushie). this plush is lovingly referred to as "Unui-kun", and people love to take him around and bring him places. here's my Unui-kun in new york city lol

fans love to dress him up and make clothing and accessories for him. had i known just how attached i would become, i would not have set my Unui-kun to ship via surface mail delivery because it took about 2-3 months extra for him to arrive... ;;

but anyway, it seemed that his popularity was growing because they continued to make more merch of him. he seems to have more than any of the other characters.

many of these are limited print/pre-order only, or were from specific events like the capcom cafe features. trying to get his merchandise became crazy, because scalpers started to pick up on how badly people wanted goodies of him?!

just how popular is this guy?! what's with the character tax!!

and how did this even happen... we're playing monster hunter, not an idol game! but i think it really speaks a lot for itself how rise had such colorful characters that you could get attached to. it seems he really jives with many female and queer players, so good on capcom for that hehe. many of the japanese fans i've met are either older women, very often mothers, or gnc, which i found to be really cool. the english-speaking utsushi fans are usually the same, too. the solidarity is real...

I found out that a lot of ppl, including myself, shared a similar experience: they missed out on a majority of utsushi's flavor text in base rise bc they didn't talk to him or the other NPCs very much during village and high rank quests, and therefore didn't even think much of him until after the fact. people double-taking when going through the game again and actually catching on to his antics... I think what really got things going was when they released his DLC voice and learned about his, uh, extremely affectionate lines towards the hunter when it comes to mew mew and blowing a kiss LOL. (the "welcome back, master!" line?!?! there's so much art of him in a maid outfit... and the way he says ace/manadeshi in his sleep at the table?!?! scandalous?!?!) even for me, he got my attention only once i saw the official art of him (realizing "hey he's got a cute design actually") and eventually encountering utsushi x hunter fanart on pixiv. another thing that got me noticing him was brian david gilbert's now deleted tweet about how zac efron and utsushi are the same. thankfully, we have the internet archive to save the existence of this post and i have to make sure people experience this lost media.

once i realized how weirdly close he was to the hunter, the gears started turning

i confirmed that ppl really did notice that it was unusual for an instructor character to refer to his pupil as "manadeshi (beloved/dearest disciple)" in the manner that he does, being so close to them in a way that felt so familiar and warm. he was already popular enough that by valentine's day 2022, fans literally sent real chocolates to capcom addressed to utsushi. i knew about this for a while, but i was shook that they wound up officially addressing that this really happened during the last update video.

after they received his chocolates, they immediately got one of the (female) illustrators on board to quickly draw that really cute valentine's day art of utsushi. the japanese tweet for that artwork had even a little bit more text than the english one…

that "i'll always be watching over you" line…

(and while i'm here, i have to mention the valentine's day art we got for 2023- i made a separate post about THAT.)

we started to suspect capcom caught on to this niche community's love for utsushi, and they started to kind of... troll us??? LOL.

throughout the previews of sunbreak last year, they would start obsessively sneaking utsushi into those chibi artworks. and when npc followers were announced, people were scrambling to find out if he was going to be one of them, but there also was some weird radio silence about him for a bit...

in one of the earlier trailers that showed the elgado hub for the first time, there was a very short part of the clip where ppl could see someone standing in the distance at the corner of the screen. all the utsushi fans went nuts because they were taking a magnifying glass and zooming up at there wondering if it was really him, because everyone wanted him to be there in sunbreak LOL.

of course we'd eventually find out that would be his perch for most of the game! it was only during the final preview trailer before the release of sunbreak did they finally announce utsushi as a follower, as if they were saving the best for last. and sunbreak dropped, we got to see him in elgado and enjoy hunting with him. and it didn't end there. he wound up being featured in two of the short stories released last summer, and we would not forget this incident.

when i think about how easy it is to just play through the story and miss out on following specific out-of-the-way flavor texts, let alone know about all this outside of the game, i wonder if utsushi joining the hunter in the battle against amatsu in the penultimate battle was strange, because he has such a spotlight on him, even being the one who allows you to ride an apex which was normally impossible. if people didn't acknowledge him before, certainly people would love him now.

his final line after you defeat amatsu: it's cute and silly in english... but in japanese, his line and delivery was extremely, almost unabashedly... romantic. many people were shocked because it sounded like a fervent confession.

"I'll say it once more... You are my pride, my beloved disciple."

finally, during the last update video…

we got this line straight from the director LOL. utsushi wound up being his personal favorite character in rise, and perhaps why we wound up seeing more and more of him in sunbreak.

all in all, if you kept up with the flavor text of rise, and if you followed utsushi's dialogue throughout the base game and expansion, the emotional pay off at the end was even better! and it is a shame when this stuff is mostly optional or you have to go out of the way for it, with so much being missable with every bit of progression. but making a monhun where story and character interactions are pushed more… i think they were on to something. it's probably something that could be divisive, but personally I think they should go all in on it more in the future. Rise proved that they could make charming and memorable (not to mention, named) characters... if they lean into it more in a future entry, then i hope they do it in a way where everyone can enjoy it and not feel like they missed out. but I also hope they would make it so that people don't feel overwhelmed with flavor text... it comes down to taste, but i think i have faith that monhun can try making more character-driven stories while still keeping the core of the series in tact.

here are some more miscellaneous utsushi things that i didn't know how to fit in earlier:

he's been featured multiple times in capcom cafe entrees. here's his matcha latte dango drink:

and for the sunbreak stories: a cake based on his fight with rathalos together with the royal guard, and then a drink that represents his... uh, struggle across the ocean to chase the hunter to elgado. because they will never let him live that down. i won't either.

here's a t-shirt of utsushi and kagami you can pick up on amazon right now. kagami was a very interesting arc when he was first shown- he was introduced as a long time friend of utsushi, training together in the past, but eventually parting ways.

his seiyuu in japanese is a sentai actor who loves monster hunter, so essentially, kagami is lowkey like a self-insert for him lol. he's goofy in english because he's voiced by a certain youtuber, but in japanese he takes a different direction of silly because he has a "chuunibyou" edgelord cringe way of talking. it's such a shame that kagami wasn't really in the game itself besides being mentioned in a few mission descriptions because i would've loved to see him interact with utsushi and the hunter, and i wish the royal knights and many of the NPCs had more cutscenes or something. it makes me think, if it weren't for the pandemic, could rise's story and scenario have been something more because of the DLC voice characters like hibasa/monju/kagami? anyway, a popular headcanon is that utsushi and kagami are ex-boyfriends lol (i personally like this one and adapted it for my utsuhan fanfics). but there are even those who ship kagautsu too (although it is rare because people overseas are a little wary of shipping characters who are based on real people).

and lastly, one of my personal favorites... the diseased kyokan shirt. this is from an online capcom shop, and you can use a proxy service like fromjapan.com to order it.

if you read this all, thank you! happy hunting! with the instructor! we love that guy! the guy of all time!

#utsushi #master utsushi #monster hunter rise #monster hunter #idk how to entice people to read the ravings of a madman like this #but inquire within for very cute official cafe items based on utsushi. please perceive them #and contained here is a selection of his merch. they gave this guy so much merch because they knew. they knew.#guy who made capcom so much niche money

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