#was it casual when through all timeline I kept coming back to you so *you* would stop my accidental villain arc ?

[hyperfixatedbean]

- A love that transcend time and space, “In all possibilities, it’s you”

[kettlefire]

A Panic in Time (DP x DC)

This is all thanks to the awesome @tkiesai for basically being the foundation of this idea! This is probably going to be long, and probably won't delve that deep into my ideas about this idea. Largely so it's not insanely long. But here I go!

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Bruce's head felt like it had been shoved through a straw and spit out on the other side. The throbbing was annoying, but it wasn't anything the man couldn't handle.

His mind was muddled, memories of what happened prior to him awaking was blurry and unsure. Bruce knew it wasn't something good.

He vaguely remembered a league meeting, a threat, something looming. It wasn't world ending, or at least that's what Bruce remembered. It should have been something they could handle.

But now, here was Bruce. Waking up in the grass of some random park. He was dressed in casual attire, something he'd wear in public as Bruce. Although last he remembered he was in the Batsuit.

The sun felt too bright in the sky. The sound of families filled the air and children's laughter. No one seemed to blink twice at Bruce as he pulled himself together.

It took a moment to steel himself, to gain composer again. It took a few sweet lines, and a charming smile for a nice mother to slide him a few painkillers. The lies rolling off his tongue like second nature.

To his luck there was a newspaper at the top of the trashcan. He was in some town called Amity Park, and the year... the year was the problem.

It was 1996. Whatever had happened had sent Bruce back in time. There was a few suspects Bruce can think were the cause of this. But something in his gut kept drawing his train of thought to the Flash.

It seemed like each time the League had any time related problems, Barry was in the center of it. Which also leaves Bruce with the question if he was the only one sent back in time.

God, he could only imagine the nightmare if the others were sent back in time. Yes, they can be professional. They understand the risk of changing things in the past.

But Bruce also understands that his team can be less than... intelligent at times.

Despite that, Bruce needed to find a way to get back to Gotham. He might not know for sure where everyone was right now, but he knew Alfred was the safest bet.

A plan laid out in Bruce's mind, a list of people he knew wouldn't be a risk to approach. He just needed to find a way to get to them. He had barely made it to the gates of the park before a shrill cry pierced the air.

There was just one loud outcry, before it quieted down. Bruce glance around the space, spotting a young boy curled on the ground. Tears streamed down the boy's chubby cheeks.

And no one even moved to the boy's aid. Not a single mother spared more than one glance in the kid's directions. No parents came rushing over to the boy's side.

Bruce almost walked away, he really did. This wasn't his time, anything he does can cause immense damage to the timeline. But when Bruce caught sight of blood bubbling from a scrape on the boy's knee, Bruce couldn't ignore him.

Maybe it's just the father in him, but Bruce barely even notices when he's crossing the small distance. His mind zeroing in on a hurt child that needed help. Kneeling before the small boy with a gentle smile, and pulling his handkerchief free from his pocket.

"You're alright there, buddy. It looks like you took a bit of a tumble there." Bruce slipped into the same tone he used to use when his kids were young. Gentle and understanding, as he pressed the handkerchief to the small scrape.

The boy sniffled, tears slipping from his eyes. Bruce was more focused on the way the kid was looking at him. Like he couldn't fathom someone coming to his aid.

That look had Bruce's heart breaking slightly. He's seen a similar look before. The few times he's come to the aid of a hurt child that wasn't used to getting help.

Something no child should ever feel or experience.

"Where's your parents, kiddo?" Bruce asked after a moment of silence from the boy. He had waited until the kid's breathing settled down when the boy's chest stopped pumping so quickly.

Except his question only seemed to bring a new wave of tears to the boy's eyes. The small child just seemed to curl into himself further, ducking his gaze away from Bruce.

And as much as Bruce didn't want it to be true, it was clear the kid didn't have the support he needed. It might not as be as far as some of Bruce's kids have had in the past.

But it was clearly not good.

"That's okay, it's alright. What's your name?" Bruce tried again. The boy's silence was leaving an uncomfortable pit in Bruce's stomach.

"D-Danny..." The boy spoke out his name between sniffles, and Bruce felt a wave of relief hearing the boy speak.

In hindsight, Bruce can see how strange the scene might look. A slightly disheveled man comforting a lone young boy in a park. It wasn't exactly perfect.

But with the lack of reactions from the parents around, Bruce had a feeling the town had an idea who this boy was. The whole situation just didn't feel that right for him.

It took a few more comments before Bruce managed to get the boy to crack a smile. A laugh had felt like breaking a massive wall.

Before long, Bruce had Danny actually like any other boy he's known. Carefree and happy, just like a child should be.

"You didn't tell me your name, mister." Danny had suddenly cut down the relaxed moment they were in. A pout laced the boy's lips as he looked up at Bruce, almost accusatory.

"I'm Bruce. Bruce Wayne." Bruce responded without missing a beat. He knew this might cause problems in the future. He wasn't supposed to be here.

But when his gut is telling him something, he can't just ignore it. He checked his pockets, finding no business cards anywhere. So, Bruce fell back in plan B.

"No matter how long it's been from now, you can come to me for help. Just look for Bruce Wayne in Gotham City, and when you find me... just say Fairbanks sent you."

Bruce wasn't sure if he'll ever see Danny again when he goes back to his own time. Wasn't even sure if this was the same universe as his own. But he couldn't walk away without at least offering the boy help in some way.

When Danny's eyes filled up with tears again, Bruce thought he said something wrong at first. That was until the boy was suddenly clinging to his shoulders in a tight embrace, muttering 'thank you' over and over again.

Bruce felt himself almost close to tears just from that alone. His heart was aching for the small boy. Even if Bruce couldn't help Danny anymore than this, he was hoping the boy would have a better life.

One where he wasn't clinging to a stranger for comfort that family should be providing him.

THWAMP

It didn't hurt, but it did cut their hug short as Bruce suddenly pulled away. Turning his head to see a young girl wielding a wiffle bat, and another young boy standing behind her.

Her purple eyes glared at Bruce like he had done the worst thing in the world. Her grip on the bat was threatening and ready to swing again. Her knuckles white from the tight grip alone.

Maybe leaving this time era might not be as easy as Bruce thought as the young girl probbed him with angry and scolding questions. Not that Bruce could blame her.

He just hoped this hiccup didn't get back to the league. They'd have a field day hearing about how Batman got scolded by a child with a wiffle bat.

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Danny wasn't sure if this was the best idea. It's been years since he met Bruce Wayne. So many years. Danny had just been a kid, not even ten, when Bruce had introduced himself.

When he had an adult, actually check in on him. Yet, it was a memory Danny couldn't forget. Maybe it was just the kindness that Bruce radiated.

Or maybe it was when Sam came to his "rescue" near the end. Regardless, it was cemented in his mind. A core memory that Danny cared with him through the years.

Now, here he was, roughly seven years later. Standing in front of a manor that put even Sam's place to shame.

It took a lot of courage for Danny to knock. Barely a second later, an old man answered the door, an accent Danny was certain Bruce hadn't had.

A stuttered explaination of being here to see Bruce Wayne, that the man knew him, barely left Danny's mouth before the old man ushered him inside.

The man, Alfred, told Danny to wait by the door before vanishing further into the manor. It took a lot for Danny to not just vanish.

Being half ghost nowadays had its quirks, Danny could just vanish, and no one but Alfred would know. But he couldn't.

It had taken a lot for Danny to make the journey to Gotham City. He hadn't even thought to look up a current picture of Bruce either. Which was probably a big mistake on his end.

Danny didn't even know if Bruce was offering this kind of help. But Danny didn't have many allies to turn to. He needed help.

Not just for himself but for his family. For Amity Park. He couldn't be afforded the ability to run away. Not now.

Danny felt all the air leave his lungs when Bruce entered the area. The man didn't look a day older than what Danny remembered. Bruce looked a bit more put together, not like he had just jumped out of a moving car, but it was Bruce.

"Uhm... I don't know if you remember me. But my name's Danny... we met when I was a kid." Danny started trying to explain himself before Bruce could speak. He recognized that confused look anywhere, and Danny didn't have the guts to go through with this if Bruce asked any questions.

"You told me if I ever needed help, to come find you. Bruce Wayne in Gotham City... you, uh, told me to tell you Fairbanks sent me?"

That came out more like a question than Danny would have liked. But it did ease his nerves a bit as he watched Bruce's slightly confused expression turn to alarm and surprise.

Danny wasn't sure what this would do. If Bruce could truly help him. But he was out of options. Just seeing Bruce recognize something he said was enough to calm the teen's anxiety slightly.

"I'm sorry, Danny... I don't remember you. But I believe you and I want to help you. Come inside, have a seat, and tell me what's going on."

That response was enough to have Danny's eyes fill with tears. His chest filling with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in weeks now.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

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Nightfall

When the moon is in the ditch and the hour is none

A bloodbag must remain useful to a vampire.

CW: vampire and bloodbag, recent kidnapping (by other vampires), very light blood drinking, comfort and reassurance, fluffy vampire content, platonic hand and forehead kiss

There was a time he would have been indescribably relieved that a vampire showed no interest in feeding from him.

Now it was a source of unease. Carlo could not get through a night without a strong sense of uselessness. It had been several weeks since Erik took him, and he and his revolving door of friends and followers had made him their chewtoy again.

He was grateful that Maxim took him back at all. But this prolonged period of abstinence was agonizing to him now. It was just past eight when he worked up the courage to offer himself— an hour that in the dead of winter was indistinguishable from midnight. Outside, snowdrifts climbed the house’s exterior, and icicles as long as five feet had formed in the eaves.

“I’m ready now,” he said as casually as he could. “If you’d like.”

“There’s no rush,” said the vampire, whose nonchalance was more convincing than his own. “And you need to recover.”

“I am recovered.”

“Physically, maybe,” Maxim said. He was copying a pile of letters, yellowed and cracked with time, into a document on a laptop. The light from the screen made the reflective sheen of his eyes more noticeable than usual, like shining a light at an animal in the dark. “Your bruising hasn’t even had time to fade yet.”

“I still need to do my job.”

He kept on typing. “Why?”

“Because it’s why I’m here. What good am I to you just freeloading? Why am I here if I am not being fed from?”

The vampire stopped typing and turned to him. “So I can feed from you later.”

Carlo stared wordlessly. It was uncharacteristically direct of him to put it that way.

“You’re thinking of this on your own timeline, not mine,” he continued. “It’s only been three weeks. You’re rattled. You try to hide it but I can hear it. And why wouldn’t you be? You’re not going to be discarded or replaced because of a few months of recovery. What’s a few months to me, do you think?”

He knew he’d lost, but he answered to be polite. “Like how a few nights is to me, I guess.”

“Exactly. Come.”

Carlo obeyed and curled up next to him. He was heatless but solid, inhuman and yet adept at all the motions with which humans show affection to one another. He tilted Carlo’s face in his hands and kissed the crown of his head. “I enjoy your company, too, you know. You’re not a vending machine.”

“I have good dual use as a lapdog, Erik says,” he said darkly.

Maxim sighed. “My maker has a way of perverting even the simplest pleasures in life. A gift he’s always had.”

“Do other vampires do this?” Carlo asked, resting himself against Maxim. “With their humans?”

“Plenty do. There’s as much variety in those relationships as there is in human ones.”

“I really feel fine. It’s just the bruises that are left.”

“I almost think you enjoy being turned down.”

“I do not, no,” Carlo answered, not entirely without humor.

“If you insist, I’ll show you a trick.”

Carlo turned to look at him. “Okay.”

Maxim smiled. “Your trust is flattering. Give me your hand.”

He did.

“Just a pinch,” said the vampire, and nicked the tip of his index finger with the scalpel tip of a concealed fang. Carlo flinched lightly, but did not pull away. Just a finger prick, he thought. Anxiety swelled in him but subsided when he reminded himself whose arms he was in. The vampire squeezed his hand until a red drop of blood pooled at the tip of his finger. He put his mouth over it in a swift but gentle motion and the blood was gone.

Carlo was skeptical. “Does that do anything? A drop?”

“Think of it like drag off someone else’s cigarette,” the vampire said with a grin.

“You did that to shut me up.”

“Yes, little mortal, I did.” The creature kissed the back of his hand and gave it back to him. “Now be quiet about it or I’ll give you nine more sore fingers before I feed from you properly again.”

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buddie; 1.6K; s08e06 spec; hopeful ending

series now complete: part 1 | part 2

Buck sits uneasily on top of the closed toilet lid, watching as a still red-cheeked and bloodshot-eyed Eddie scrapes a razor along his top lip. 

He hadn’t been certain what he’d do or say when he beelined from his loft to Eddie’s door after his revelation. There’d been a half-formed thought of talking it out, or making some big confession, a vague recollection of a line from some old movie Maddie had loved ringing in his ears about wanting to start the rest of your life as soon as possible. 

Finding Eddie in pieces on his living room floor had thrown all that out.

So had Eddie’s first words when he’d finally calmed down enough to speak:

“I want to shave this fucking mustache off.”

So now, here they are, Buck worried out of his mind and too afraid to take his sights off Eddie, while Eddie shaves his fucking mustache off.

When it’s gone, Eddie stares at himself long and hard in the mirror before cutting a glance at Buck. “So?”

Buck surveys his face and smiles a little. “Still just as handsome,” he teases, smile growing as Eddie rolls his eyes and huffs, pink blooming in the apples of his cheeks. “C’mon, man, you know what you look like. Mustache, no mustache. It doesn’t really make a difference.”

It doesn’t land the way Buck anticipated. “Yeah, I guess not,” Eddie says heavily, turning back to his own reflection. “I thought it’d—never mind, it’s stupid.”

“No, what?” Buck asks. 

“I thought it’d be easier to, you know.” He gestures to the mirror. “If I didn’t really look like myself. I could pretend for a while that I wasn’t—that it wasn’t really me this was happening to. It was happening to some other Eddie in some other fucked up timeline or universe or whatever.”

It breaks Buck’s heart even more than he’d thought possible. “Eddie…”

But Eddie shrugs it off, turning his back to the mirror and crossing his arms. “But it is me. There is no mirror Eddie to blame. I did this. I cheated on Marisol, I brought Kim into our life, I…” His voice breaks. “I drove Christopher away. I did it. But” — he sighs, runs a hand through his hair — “I didn’t do it all alone.”

For the first time in months, a spark of hope kindles in Buck’s chest. “No, you didn’t. Kim chose to come back even after you broke it off. Your parents swept Chris away without even attempting to mediate.” He hesitates. “Christopher chose to leave instead of talking it out.”

“Shannon asked for a divorce when I wanted to fix things,” Eddie adds grimly, and Buck sucks in a shocked breath.

“Y-you never told me that. When?”

“Right before she died. She, uh, thought she might be pregnant and I thought that maybe…maybe it was the sign we needed to recommit to each other. But it turns out both of us were wrong—there was no baby, and she didn’t want that, want me.” Eddie shrugs, but it falls short of casual when his shoulders slump forward miserably.

Buck stares as his head spins. He’d always wondered, hadn’t he? He’d always wondered why Eddie kept coming back to this, to Shannon, couldn’t move on no matter how hard he’d tried. Obviously, Eddie had loved Shannon, but the way he spoke about her, the way he put her on this untouchable pedestal for Christopher, who already knew his mother wasn’t perfect, the way he viewed their relationship with rose-colored glasses when Buck knew how messy it had been…it had always concerned Buck. 

But this, this was the ugly, gnarled root of the problem, one that had grown up around Eddie’s ankles, holding him in place, never letting him move on. It ensnared him, kept him caught in the moment, an awful, terrible moment with no closure. Because instead of a divorce and a definitive closed door to their marriage or a reconciliation and fresh start, Eddie watched Shannon die. The diverging path cut short right at the crossroads, the choice taken out of Eddie’s hands. 

“She said that? That she didn’t want you?” Buck asks. Even without his recent epiphany, the idea seems ludicrous. After all, who wouldn’t want Eddie? 

“Well, no,” Eddie admits. “She said she was still figuring out how to be a mother and didn’t think she was ready to be a wife, too.” 

“Okay. Well, w-were you ready to be a husband? Honestly?”

“Would I have offered if I wasn’t?” At Buck’s unimpressed stare, Eddie sighs. “I don’t know. Maybe. Probably not.” 

Buck hums. “So it seems like maybe her decision wasn’t really about you at all, then. You just had to deal with the fallout, along with some truly shitty, tragic timing.”

Eddie says with a half-amused huff, “To put it mildly.” 

“It wasn’t your fault, Eddie,” Buck says, softly. “You made mistakes, yeah, but it wasn’t all on you. You’ve gotta stop punishing yourself, man. You’re not just hurting yourself; you’re hurting Christopher.”

Eyes welling, Eddie looks at the floor and nods. “I know. And I think—I think I’m really ready to let go of it now. I am. But, God, I just… how do I move forward, Buck? I’ve been here so long that I don’t know where to go from here. How to start cleaning up my mess, to start fixing the things I let this break. How to live without this looming over me.” 

With a long, slow exhale, Buck climbs to his feet and takes Eddie by the arms, waiting until their gazes lock. “I don’t have the answers either, but we can figure it out. Together.”

A sole tear rolls down Eddie’s cheek as it swells with a shaky smile. “I can’t ask that of you.”

“You’re not asking. I’m telling you—I’m here. I’m always gonna be here for you, Eddie, as long as you let me. Always. You don’t have to figure this or anything out alone.”

Eddie just nods as a few more tears spill over. He pulls Buck into a brief, grateful hug, and Buck closes his eyes and savors it. They do this so infrequently, and he’s never understood why. Eddie’s a pretty demonstrative guy, and neither of them are shy about hugging anyone else. But it feels different when it’s them, more weighted, more meaningful—and maybe that’s why. Maybe, subconsciously, Buck knew what it meant all along and held back. 

And maybe along the way, Eddie realized it, too, and didn’t want to encourage Buck or lead him on. Buck pulls back a little uneasily as the embrace breaks, but there’s nothing in Eddie’s expression beyond lingering tears and gratitude. 

They’ve finally made their way into the kitchen, sharing coffee across the table, when Eddie cocks his head. “Did you just drop by to check on me? Or did you need something before I distracted you with all the—” He waves in the general direction of the living room, a little sheepish. 

I love you.

I’m in love with you, and I think we’ve been building a really beautiful life together. 

This, us, our family, is all I’ve ever dreamt of, and if you’d just give me one chance…

Is there any reality in which you could be in love with me, too? Could want me, too? 

But he can’t say any of it, can he? He can’t do that to Eddie now, not when he’s finally ready to shed the past and move forward, not while so many loose ends are still waiting to be resolved. 

“Nah,” Buck says, hiding his farce of a smile by taking a drink. “I guess that call at the well got to me a little and I just…wanted to see you, make sure you were okay.” 

“Okay might be a stretch.” Eddie laughs and gives Buck a soft smile. “But I’ll get there.”

“I know you will.” Buck’s lashes lower as he smiles, a little shyly, and something rolls over in Eddie’s chest, a familiar fondness trussed in ribbons of longing. 

And, look, it’s never really gone away—that tug of yearning he has for Buck, one he’s known for years—but it has been somewhat muted over the past few months while Eddie had more pressing concerns. It used to terrify him, loving Buck the way he does, because he could never reconcile it with the past, with his own identity. 

It still terrifies him, if he’s being honest, because once he digs himself out of the hole he’s created, he’s going to have to reckon with this once and for all, the looming specter over his shoulder that he’s avoided looking at for over three decades. 

He’d been able to cope when he’d thought it was just a pipe dream, when there was no way—even if Eddie did face all his demons head on—Buck would ever feel the same. But then Tommy had come along and fractured that foundational belief, and was it any wonder that Eddie had blown up his own life right after that? 

But here in the aftermath of an emotional day, in the quiet intimacy of the kitchen, it doesn’t seem nearly as scary. Not when Buck’s face is a pretty pink over the rim of his coffee cup, his heart stalwart and steadfast and too damn generous. He hasn’t run from Eddie’s mess, not ever, and he’s just promised to stand by Eddie’s side as he pieces his life back together. How could Eddie do anything but love Buck? 

And for the first time, that feels like more of a blessing than a curse. It’s the light at the end of a very dark tunnel, leading him home, with the hope and faith that Buck will be there waiting for him when he arrives. 

ao3

[bella-atz]

happy birthday to you

timeline: during bouncy era

summary: ateez's maknae receives a "special" present.

For the first time in so long, Bella finally gets to be in her hometown and see her family again.

Unfortunately, she had to wait for this moment because the world was out of place, and she missed being in the same presence as her loved one. The members and Atinys acknowledged that Bella becomes a different person when she is not in Korea. In a good, happy way, to be exact.

The day the group is going to her hometown is on a concert day. It’s also Bella’s birthday. 

Despite her oppas being sentimental and astounded about her no longer being the shy teenager, they are proud that she grew up so beautifully. Bella will forever be ATEEZ’s lovely angel. 

Before the concert day, the guys prepared two cakes for Bella. One for eating and the other for smashing it onto her face. They are planning to surprise Bella towards the end. As a special gift for her family, she gave them free tickets to attend the show. They’ll be witnessing the chaotic moment. 

When the time came, Bella used her energy, and the crowd was in awe. Her gorgeous voice echoed in the air, her dazzling smile had Atinys squealing, and the oppas kept giving her affection because today was all about her. She honestly knew it was her birthday because she saw the fans holding special banners. However, she knows nothing about her surprise. As the night went by, there was nothing but cheers and upbeat energy in the venue. 

Later, the group is in casual clothes and doing their final talks with Atinys. Hongjoong has a playful smirk as he speaks. “Our amazing maknae is grown up now, and we got something for her.” He tells the audience. Bella reacts confused but instantly comprehends when she sees Yunho and Mingi coming from backstage with a cake on a rolling table. 

It’s a super cute Cinnamoroll cake. 

Everyone in the building starts singing the ‘Happy Birthday' song. Bella does a little dance while the cake comes in front of her. She reads the message in royal icing. 

To Our Universe 

From Your Beloved Oppas

“Thank you so much! I love you all!” Bella speaks into the microphone and does a finger heart. 

She also notices there are no candles. Before she could question, Yunho and Mingi smeared icing on her cheeks. Then, in a split second, Wooyoung grabs the cake and smashes it onto her face. At once, the fans and the members are laughing their heads off because of their messy face maknae.

Seonghwa quickly wipes her eyes with his thumb. “Are you okay?” He asked through his giggling. The birthday girl nodded with a big smile. She blinks and turns her head at the evil Wooyoung laughing on the floor. Bella marches up to him. He sees her trying to look mad, but she doesn’t do it because he is lucky that she loves him. 

Wooyoung stands up and tries to catch his breath. “Happy birthday bebe!” He yells through the microphone. Like a command, the audience shouted back and cheered their hearts out for their angel. Bella just accepts it and does a heart pose with her arms. Instantly, the guys brought her into a big group hug. 

[stark---contrast]

@stevetonygames team future | Déjà vu | Earth-TRN732 (Alternate 2012 timeline) | 880 words

"—And there, look, that's older me again! In his shitty disguise, just casually watching me have a heart attack, the bastard. And this is when Loki steals the Tesseract—"

Steve tried to focus on Tony gesturing wildly while the security camera footage played in front of them. But no matter what, he couldn't get those words out of his head.

Bucky is alive.

"—And then older me and older Cap walk into an alleyway with the scepter and are never seen coming out," Tony said. "But why the hell does older you teleport right into my half-destroyed lab a few minutes later and leave this…this so-called mind stone—"

"Because he trusts you," Steve said.

Tony looked at him in clear surprise, then huffed a sarcastic laugh.

"That's one of the weirdest parts," Tony said. "And considering there's time travel and alien technology on the table, that's saying a lot."

Steve didn't find their counterparts' teamwork particularly strange. Surprising, maybe, but remembering how easily he and Tony had fallen into step with each during the battle against the Chitauri, a future where they were friends didn't seem impossible.

"Why the hell were future us coming back here, anyway?" Tony kept going. "Just borrowing the scepter? It doesn't make sense."

"Maybe it's because of what you saw on the other side of the wormhole," Steve said and regretted it almost immediately.

Tony tried very hard to look unaffected. He kept leaning casually against the desk and scrolling through the footage projected mid-air, but Steve could hear his shallow breathing and the creak when he clutched the edge of the desk.

During shawarma, Tony had mentioned seeing a whole fleet of alien warships, but after Clint groaned and said he never wanted to hear the word "alien" again, they'd all gone back to eating in silence.

"You said you saw an army out there," Steve said. "Maybe this is how we beat them when they come."

"When they come?" Tony repeated, whipping around to look at Steve. "None of you seemed to believe I even saw anything."

"I do now," Steve said. "And we need to prepare to take them on; apparently we'll have to, sooner or later."

Tony took a deep breath and looked back at the projection.

"Okay," Tony said. "I'm not going crazy. You see this too and you're agreeing with me. Shit, we're actually agreeing on something." Tony laughed, but it sounded a little hysterical.

"We also need to find Loki and the Tesseract," Steve said.

"And figure out the mind stone and invent time travel, apparently." Tony groaned and dragged a hand down his face. "We really have our work cut out for us."

"So you're staying in New York?" Steve asked.

"No, I'm flying to Malibu and hiding in my mansion while the aliens invade Earth," Tony huffed. "Of course I'm staying. I have a tower to rebuild and superheroing to do. Offer still stands to move in, by the way."

"I think that would be best," Steve said. The road trip he'd planned seemed so insignificant now—at least compared to time travel and warfare with aliens and "Bucky is alive."

Tony rolled his eyes. "I'll take that as a 'Yes, Tony, that'd be swell, you're so generous and I should have accepted right away'. You're welcome, by the way. I'll try to get the whole gang; Bruce will be here in a few days and Thor will hopefully return from Asgard with Loki-related news. And maybe if I ask nicely, Fury will even let our favorite little spies come."

"I hope so. This is a big undertaking and we need a team," Steve said.

"Teamwork makes the dream work," Tony said, then waved his hand in the air and the numerous screens blinked out. "I'll have JARVIS compile a briefing of everything we found today and send it to whoever answers the batsignal. Anything to add, Cap?"

Steve hesitated. Part of him wanted to keep it to himself, but his older self had left two very clear messages, and he'd left them for a reason. Bucky was alive, and Steve should trust Tony.

"There's one more thing," Steve said. "Something the other me said that I don't want mentioned in any reports or briefings. Not even to the team."

Tony tilted his head and quirked an eyebrow: a gesture that Steve would have found sarcastic not even twelve hours ago but that now came across as merely curious.

"I need your help," Steve confessed. "I think…I think someone really high up might be covering up some very important information—we're talking government, military, or both. I want to dig it up, but I can't do it alone. And I don't know who I can trust."

"And you picked me?" Tony asked incredulously.

"Depends," Steve said. "Think you can hack into SHIELD again?"

"My, a little time paradox and the good Captain is already going rogue." Tony smirked. "Sounds like fun. When do we start?"

And somehow, Steve trusting Tony with this and Tony taking him seriously felt like they'd fixed something Steve hadn't even known was broken. For a moment, he knew with absolute certainty that they'd both find Bucky and defeat whatever threat was looming out there in the universe.

Steve couldn't help but smile. "Well, I've got no plans tonight."

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You Know All Too Well 1.8k, Complete, Rose Lalonde & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Sollux Captor & Rose Lalonde, Teen and Up

You are more the spot reserved in a gallery for a singular breathtaking painting to steal the spotlight and put everything else into stark contrast. Mother kept an empty seat at the table for the woman she decided that you would be from the age of six, back when your memories in this well-rendered format trace back to. Rose flirts with madness. Can be read with Everything Comes in Pieces or separately.

Tags: Dream Bubbles (Homestuck), POV Second Person, POV Rose Lalonde, Insanity, Mentions of Alcohol, Classpect Bullshit, Dissatisfaction, Shameless References to Printer Ink, Doomed timeline Rose - Freeform

Sea Legs 2.2k, Complete, Past Eridan Ampora/Vriska Serket, Eridan Ampora/Sollux Captor, Terezi Pyrope/Vriska Serket, Teen and Up

"I have a new kismesis," Eridan says conversationally. To someone else, it might've sounded casual. You? You know her enough to see that she is practically vibrating with the excitement of it.

Tags: Boats, I know nothing about boats but I do know something about ships, Sparring, Bickering, Caliginous Romance | Kismesis, Healthy?? Kismesissitude, Genderbent Eridan, Genderbent Sollux, Prompt Fill, Time Skip, Alternate Universe - No Sburb/Sgrub Sessions, POV Second Person, POV Vriska Serket, POV Eridan Ampora

Twice as Petty 1.1k, Complete, Eridan Ampora/Sollux Captor, Teen and Up

Sollux: why are you puttiing oiil iin iit Sollux: ii2n't iit two oiily Sollux: ii2n't that ju2t what you 2aiid Eridan: i havve no idea howw youre this glubbin stupid Eridan: honestly sol Eridan: its not oily so much as fuckin dry Eridan: im givvin your poor hair its oils back Eridan: your ablutions are too close together for your hair type and your 2-in-1 leavves your hair dangerously dehydrated

Tags: Silliness and Mayhem, Genderbend, fem!Sollux, fem!Eridan - Freeform, Hair, Pesterlog(s) (Homestuck)

Everything Comes In Pieces 28.5k, WIP, Eridan Ampora/Sollux Captor, Explicit

It's almost funny how much it hurts to live after the doom you spent your whole life waiting for has come to pass. Chronicles of Sollux's life after death.

Tags: Sollux Captor & Rose Lalonde, Revenge, Violence, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Dream Bubbles, Alternate Universe, Doomed timeline Rose - Freeform, Let Rose be the mess she is, Accidental Quadrant Vacillation, non-sexual choking, Suicide, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Panic Attacks, Toxic Relationships, Past Character Death, Rose's Adventures in Psychoanalysis, Wet Dream, Dubious Consent, It will get healthier/happier I promise, POV Second Person, Bulges and Nooks (Homestuck), Sollux Captor Has Dual Bulges, Fluff, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Friends

It Doesn't Come Free 1.2k, Complete, Terezi Pyrope/Vriska Serket, Teen and Up

It’s familiar. The swoop of adrenaline in your digestion sac before a kill, or when you’re in danger. And every time you’re in danger, it seems, she’s beside you. Your voice of reason, your foil, the reason you push harder. The logos to your pathos. This is different. There is no danger, and the adrenaline is an underlying chemical hum, sharpening your senses and stippling your skin.

Tags: POV Vriska Serket, First Kiss, POV Second Person, Crushes, Bathing/Washing, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Bickering, Pre-Sburb/Sgrub, Before the Revenge Cycle, Terezi Pyrope Isn't Blind, Best Friends, Very Loosely Implied Murder, Vriska's A+ Compartmentalizing Skills, Fluff, Hair Brushing, Roleplay

The Barkbeast Days are Over 1.8k, Complete, Terezi Pyrope & Vriska Serket, Teen and Up

Somewhere inside her is her blood pusher, forcing teal sludge through unfurling veins and arteries, into every single clotted mass of cells, into the tips of her prongs and her strutnuggets and that big, smug thinkpan of hers. In that moment, you hate her with such clarity that it steals your breath. You can almost see it: Terezi from the inside out. The very makeup of her smallest parts. The convergence of blood and the culmination of all the sacrifice you have mustered up over the sweeps, a deeper pitch than you could ever muster for Eridan’s prissiness or Kanaya’s nagging or Tavros, bless his poor, pathetic heart. Then she sits up carefully, rights her glasses, and hoists herself up using her cane. "I know you,"

Tags: Mentions of other characters - Freeform, Suicidal Ideation, Character Study, Regret, blackrom crush, Codependency, No Romance, mild whump, Hurt No Comfort, mentions of violence and murder, excessive use of metaphor, Tension, FLARP references, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, POV Second Person

Don't Leave 2.1k, Completed, Terezi Pyrope/Vriska Serket, Explicit

She gave you your gifts – by folly of fate, she made you into the strongest version of yourself that can exist. The price is that you can’t exist without her.

Tags: background rose lalonde/kanaya maryam, Rose Lalonde (Mentioned), Dave Strider, (mentioned), Karkat Vantas (Mentioned), Gamzee Makara (mentioned), Post-Retcon Timeline (Homestuck), Meteorstuck, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Emetophobia, POV Terezi Pyrope, Character Study, POV Second Person, Cunnilingus, Light Bondage, Manipulation, Codependency, It's not as bad as all that I promise, Terezi is head over heels for Vriska, Dream Bubbles (Homestuck), And also normal dreams, Implied/Referenced Character Death, No Beta

Everything before these is old and should be considered discontinued!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers

[belltrigger]

Not really an question but I just wanted to drop in and say that it's very impressive and admirable that you're still making blankshipping content after all these months! I'm a casual reader of your works (admittedly stopped reading for a while) and your determinism and general vibes are quite inspirational!

Have a good day!

Aw, thanks for the kind words! (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭ It means a lot to me to hear you enjoy my works! Thank you for reading! ♪(´▽｀)

To be quite honest, I wouldn't be able to write so much, and think and build and create with such energy if it weren't for my friends I've made in the community, as well as the positive feedback from anons.

Obviously, @glassesblu is my partner in crime, and makes the mass majority of content with me. With Riso's help, I've grown my ideas in ways I never thought possible. ddIngo, for example, evolved and expanded thanks to his help, and I honestly would have never thought that story could get so deep and detailed. Whenever I get nervous about my writing, they'll read my WIPs and give me encouragement! Riso came up with the idea for our Submastober, and kept me going strong the whole month!

@eyreyereye was probably the first person I approached in the Blankship community and he was soooo kind and patient with my overenthusiastic approach! I have him to thank for talking with me and helping me cement my fondness for the Twins in the very early days of my interest in Blankshipping. He's so cool to talk to, and honestly I need to gather more spoons to talk with him more often!

@allaboardtheblankship going through RS Submastober with me and Riso was really exciting! I looked forward to every entry and was blown away each time! They kept me and Riso so very hyped up despite how busy the month was! Thank you for the care and interest in our prompts (❁´◡`❁)

@feroluce writes SO much good stuff. Fero also has a very important skill - they are merciless with the whump and tragedy >:) And that is great, because I am too mushy to write it haha! But also, their tags are the sweetest and funny and interesting and insightful. I wish I could convince them to write that in the body of their posts so I could reblog it, eheh!

@dingo-on-a-farm is a beast (ha ha ˋ( ° ▽、° ) , and it's honestly really fun to try and come up with things that inspire him to draw. Also, his art has inspired me more than once to write!!

I do miss @tsumisan6v9 but I know they're verrrrry busy, and peek back every once in a while when they can.

@megadraws makes SO much cool fanart and I get such inspiration whenever I see their art. I've already doodled one of the outfits Mega made for Emmet, and I wanna draw more. (Also, like, have you seen their art for Dear!Emmet and Courier!Emmet and a little cameo by ddIngo??)

@unovanhunny and @tombstone-pisa too! Their stories and idea brainstorming are so exciting to listen to and read. Ehehe, they're both really creative, and inspire me to keep trying new ideas for Blankshipping, both in AU form and in the little one shot stories I like to write that don't exist in any particular timeline.

@alphagodith also!!! was so!!! friendly!! 🥺All the help and encouragement given to me was greatly appreciated. Coloring my art to encourage me, talking to be about making a ko-fi, and helping me with discord really means so much to me.

@feldkommandant has helped me with my more spicy stories on more than one occasion and it means a lot! UwU clearly, I need to write more to show my appreciation.

Man, there are a lot more people out there who inspire me and keep me going. Some of them are on twitter, some are on the discord, and some I don't know if I should tag because of their inactivity here. But I hope they know I appreciate their continued enthusiasm in the fandom!

Honestly, when it comes down to it, people reading and enjoying my stories, no matter how infrequently, is why I keep writing! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ I want there to be lots of stories for people to read, and when I can help do that, I feel happy!

Riso actually commissioned me! So, anyone who enjoys Mermmet (Riso's mermaid Emmet AU) will be verrrrry excited! It might not happen until the new year because I've been driving a lot and also got reaaaaaally sick over the Christmas weekend while out of state. o(￣┰￣*)ゞ

But!!! Thank you again for reading my fics!! I'll keep writing as long as people want to keep reading (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

EDIT: So!! I haven't really talked to @rotting-lilies as much as I would like to, so I was kind of hesitant about being too forward. But I have to say it! Rot's art is so cool and stylish! I'm in awe of the colors and design sense in every picture! It's such an eye catching style. The best artists are blankshippers, it's true!

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne- Flash AU Chapter 4

A part of you was still trying to grasp what happened that night.

It still does not feel real.

Eobard Thawne had provided you comfort. You can still feel his arms around your body and it leaves you unsettled.

“This is your apartment.” Iris states. You tune back in.

“Thank you Iris.”

Since that night, you formed somewhat of a temporary alliance. You promised not to instigate anymore fights between Eobard. The team seemed overall relieved. They were all trying to help you make sense of this. Iris presently didn’t have all the answers. So while they all worked together to form a solution, Cisco suggested that you fall back into normal life. Just until they could come up with something solid and safe to get you back.

It was an agreement that you had no choice but to go with. When Iris volunteered to help you get settled, you were relieved. Luckily your apartment had not changed. Unfortunately your occupation had taken a drastic turn. Instead of a coffee barista, you were a college professor. Teaching psychology of all things. This reality really liked messing with you.

So now Iris was giving you a tour of what your life was like here. You were grateful for her help.

“Thank you. I think I can handle it from here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying.”

“I’m sure, thank you.”

She nods, politely excusing herself. As she’s on her way out, you spot the head of blond hair. She gives him a pat on the shoulder, and Eobard knocks on the door.

“Can I come in?”

You nod a bit cautiously. He steps in closing the door, and you physically have to tell your body that it should relax. Your eyes run over his casual wear. He was still wearing his CSI badge. Just off from work it seems.

This would never not be weird.

“You’re really not him.”

This is the first time you’ve spoken to him and it’s not laced with venom.

“I’m me. That’s who I’ve been all my life. Whatever that man did, it wasn’t me. He’s not me.”

He looks sincerely hurt. This is still so strange.

Eobard Thawne is not only the Flash in this reality, but he’s standing in your apartment and not trying to impale you.

“When they told you about your parents you didn’t seem that shocked.”

You shrugged.

“I lost them when I was a baby. There’s not much to remember. Can’t feel sad about something I never had..”

That’s a painful revelation.

“So you’ve always been alone?”

You don’t answer his question, but he notices the tension in your muscles. Maybe he should change the subject.

“Before when you explained your predicament, you said that Cisco made a device?”

You nod.

Although you’re beginning to get into the whole alternate reality situation, being close to Eobard still brings a bit of unease Especially after you’d practically wept in his arms already. The way he held you, so close, so lovingly.

You glance at him, and he doesn’t miss it. The war going on in your head as you try to read him.

He breaks eye contact.

“I don’t think you erased him. I believe that whatever that device did, it must have changed you. Changed us.”

Your brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a seat, running a hand through his hair as he explains.

“This Eobard Thawne, if he’s a true enemy, then he will live. In order to maintain the timeline he will survive in one way or another. So in this universe, rather than the threat you remember, it’s just me. “

A part of you didn’t want to believe it. But Barry told you of his travels to other earths.

It was just hard for you to believe that this version of Thawne was The Flash.

You kept waiting for some master plan. But Barry was alive in this universe as well. If this was the original Thawne, he would have killed him by now. This isn’t a situation where he needs Barry to get back to his time. This Barry doesn’t even have speed. He could easily take him down. Instead they are friends.

Family even.

Everything was warped here.

“I promise whoever you know, that’s not me. You’re my friend. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Those green eyes looked so sincere. You almost want to believe him.

But you couldn’t let your guard down.

“I want to be alone for a while.”

You need some distance to fully process.

This life could be yours now permanently.

You need time to accept that you may never get out of here.

“I understand. If you need anything, just call."

You don’t even reply, and he’s gone in a flash of red sparks.

This would take a lot of adjusting.

[7-foot-wolfwood-punisher]

I have OPINIONS.

firstly. I’m here because of @lonelysnowymemes​ introducing me to this fandom. We watched the 90s anime before stampede.

EPISODE 10 SPOILERS BELOW.

however, my opinions are entirely based on episode 10 and how Vash just takes a shot and does nothing about it except like. pout. I cannot tell you how many times I paused this episode to yell out loud about things and my thoughts. Which this isn’t dissing anything either, the animation style and efforts are really nice and lovely in stampede, so kudos to their efforts. (Even if the plot feels like they are throwing darts at a timeline and smashing it together. and they put Wolfwood into loafers with no socks. WHO DOES THAT.) anyway, this isn’t about that.

this is about dumb and fucking dumber. SPECIFICALLY ABOUT WHEN VASH WAS SHOT. The scope on that gun insinuates that it’s got distance, which means that gun has quite a bit of power behind it in order to travel that distance. This is absolutely a long range gun, as usually shorter ranges won’t need a scope this techy or would need a laser sight.

So, there’s no real reason that Vash wouldn’t probably fall the fuck down when he’s shot, right? Especially considering this guy is on the upper railing and is closer, and even from that distance it’ll fucking hurt. Especially as the gunshot has enough power to flick blood onto Wolfwood’s cheek.

That’s a pretty hefty round, I’d probably assume it’s gonna be a larger round too. Not only does Vash not fall over, he at BEST hunches inward a little bit and more or less just stares at the metal under his feet like - bestie, are you good?? that’s a good powered shot you just got hit with. Not even a stumble back a little bit? Also, Wolfwood why are you not going absolutely berserk?? dude just got SHOT next to you and clearly you are concerned and attached. Then Vash just ups and WALKS OFF. He doesn’t even initially stumble there, while yes you could said adrenaline makes it easier, it’s still remarkably cool and unaffected by the shot that literally just THREW blood onto Wolfwood’s face.

like dude. come on you just got shot. at least you know, walk with a little bit more curve inwards to protect that part???? But okay, whatever. we’ll move on to the part where you just are CHILLING IN THE SEWER SYSTEM, HANGING OUT WITH THE WOUND. Which might I add, at that distance and with the possible power of a long-range rifle, would’ve ripped right through his torso and made a larger exit wound on the back. that coat should be torn by all rights. Instead it didn’t make it out, and is just hanging out in there???

my man at least cry a little bit, that is a wee bit more pain than like a scrape. You got SHOT VASH. AND THEN HE JUST GOES IN THERE WITH HIS HAND, DIGGING AROUND IN HIS OWN BODY WITH NO PAIN KILLER OR REACTION.

VASH THAT’S HOW YOU GET AN INFECTION. Not to mention, the bullet is fully intact and didn’t balloon or explode at all inside of you????? It must’ve hit something to keep from popping out the other side, and that would have had to been hard enough to at least crush the tip.

if we are ignoring the fact that it should’ve been mauled, you at least could’ve kept it and re shelled it?? come on, save money in this economy. ALSO WHO GIVES MECHANICAL ARMS FINGERNAILS. THAT SEEMS UNNEEDED. but seriously, i get you are a plant and ain’t human, but even you shouldn’t just casually walk it off and rip it out later. TLDR: vash shouldn’t have been able to walk off being shot with like no reaction, and should’ve had more pain and reaction, and shouldn’t have been able to rip out the bullet (that shouldn’t be intact) that easily without even a whimper.

[anotherbeastarsblog]

Chapter 1 finished

Not even counting my late start on it this one took, maybe 6 times longer than I expected it to. I hope this isn't the case going forward, since the first chapter is over twice the length of most and a lot of what I did today was reformatting and separating and adding redundancies and whatnot.

I think I ended with something like 2k words already, lord knows how many that got deleted/reworked, and I kept expanding the scope of what I wanted to record as I realized what would be useful, both to myself and to anyone looking at the project upon it's completion. It started as wanting a brief summary of the timeline and now I expect it to end up as the ultimate reference document.

To maybe help demonstrate how much this is ballooning.

I also spent much of today getting sidetracked by thinking way too hard about the drama club's membership, outlined here if you wanna see cause I don't wanna write it all again here.

Only other update on the back end of things is I think I've decided I'm gonna be doing this one volume at a time. That way I can attack it a little harder without worrying about burning out on it, giving myself a break in between.

ON TO MY THOUGHTS ON THE CHAPTER ITSELF

We definitely don't give Tem enough credit. He really stands his ground at the end, he looks his attacker in the eye and he is vicious. What he says, that carnivores are all monsters, that this was inevitable, that no one will be surprised, that all feels too measured to be heat-of-the-moment. Tem has all that locked and loaded because I think Tem really thought all that. He has carnivore friends, sure, but who doesn't? That doesn't mean you don't think they're going to kill you.

Did you know Els has a boyfriend? He's only mentioned in one line in the first chapter so I didn't remember that at all, but it also kinda changes things right? The love letter doesn't feel like just the normal relatable nerves around having a crush anymore. I'm not trying to say like "Tem is a bastard actually and everyone's wrong for liking him" but I was already of the opinion that fanon Tem is basically already unrecognizable as canon Tem, the most Just Some Dude character of all time. I just think there's a lot to go on to explore a darker version of Tem, a stereotypical sheltered casually racist herbivore indifferent to carnivores actual problems, and I'm a little sad no one has done it.

On the translations, my opinion is the same so far as it has been for a while, and I probably won't be mentioning it in these posts unless something drastic happens.

I really think the official translation is better, in basically every way, except when it's not. The fan translations have the same problem all fan translations do, they're a little stiff and sometimes too literal, plenty of moments you might go "That sounds a little off" or "probably a better way to word that" but nothing explicitly bad. The official translation makes the language more expressive, character voices come through extremely well, but then once maybe every 15-20 pages it just completely drops the ball.

[soldied]

SOLDIED. frankie scott from the john wick franchise, heavily headcanon influenced. canon divergent and au based. follows back from the main hub, @astringere. character information under the cut.

SUMMARY

i. born in new york, frankie (full name is francis, but he won't introduce himself as such ever) is the eldest son of francis scott and moira calhoun and you guessed it, winston's older brother. while not an oc, his ties to canon are very basic and my portrayal is based entirely on an alternative version of events where he survives his attempt to steal from cormac. he has left the city and its criminal underworld well behind him and has taken to live in the countryside, tending to his animals and a small farm. biromantic homosexual. formerly: street kid, soldier, drug addict, hitman.

ii. frankie is tall (6'3) and broad shouldered. his frame is not massive, especially when it comes to his waist, but he has strong arms and back muscles that suit his current farm work rather well. his skin is almost always golden from working in the sun so often. hair slightly curly and dark, blue eyes. FC: aaron taylor johnson, andrew lincoln.

iii. easy-going and well versed in casual conversations, but reserved about his past. fluent enough in vietnamise. his pronunciation isn't perfect although he can carry a conversation and understand what is being said. he otherwise speaks english with a distinct american accent.

iv. frankie and his brother aren't the closest, while simultaneously not being estranged. they hear from each other, from time to time, but neither worry if months or sometimes years go by.

v. he still owns a few weapons, kept only for defense. he used to be known for his uncanny proficiency with most firearms, when he still worked for cormac o'connor (the continental's previous manager).

notes. (i) most people don't know him and winston are brothers. your muse probably won't know, unless plotted otherwise. (ii) not john's father, either. (iii) my version of frankie and yen's relationship is strictly platonic.

PINTEREST.

INTERACTIONS IDEAS,

chance encounter somewhere in rural america. after leaving new york behind him (sometime around '78 / 79) frankie spent many years working all over the country, helping farmers and living day to day, season to season. he also worked as a mechanic from time to time and generally just ended up being a handy man for the communities he found himself in.

specific kind of help (closer to the movies' timeline). frankie has made it out a long time ago, burying the hitman life for good. he probably can help others do the same, or at least provide whatever assistance he can in the matter.

& more available through plotting!

[mitsulite]

Actually sick to my stomach looking back…

Ever heard of limerance? Well that’s what I was suffering from last year when I met A. Ugh. I could actually throw up after reading those posts. I felt so strongly and passionately immediately. Because I am an obsessive person who very most likely has bpd, and I latch on fast. We had a whirlwind romance, A and I. He told me he loved me 3 days in. I did not want to say it back but he kept saying it and almost pressuring me to say it back. I said it back to him during sex, and fuck I regret that. This man thought, and still does actually, that I’m his soulmate. He became so committed to me. Which at the time was intoxicating. I had never had someone dote on me and obsess over me the way he did, and I’m toxic and became addicted. As the time passed, and by time I mean a couple weeks!!! He was pressuring me about leaving my 8 year relationship. To be frank, I was looking for an affair, a distraction before I decided if I really wanted to leave. It’s not right and I’m not proud of it. But that’s just the truth. He didn’t want to just be a fling. He was talking about marrying me immediately, about me leaving my gf and my DOG of all things to move with him to his home state. Mind you I absolutely love where I live. And I love my dog more than anything in this world. So neither of those things was gonna happen. But he never stopped. He would casually mention in conversation “when you leave her” like bro what? Let me decide? He was constantly asking for a timeline of when we would move in together. He wanted to by March-may, which would barely even be 6 months of knowing each other. I didn’t even save my ex’s number in my phone til we were together like 2 years.

So after 2 months of this, come December I found myself counting down the days til he went back to his home state indefinitely. In my heart I knew I wanted to end it, but I didn’t have the courage to. Used to being a doormat in relationships. When he did leave, our last night together was very emotional. I didn’t cry in front of him but I definitely cried. But I think I was both sad and also very relieved. He called me every day, which was ok but to be honest, talking on the phone gives me a lot of anxiety and I didn’t really enjoy it. He would want to call me like 3 times a day. Not respecting that I would be with my gf inevitably some of those times. The last straw for me…I had gone out for the night with my gf. I was trying to work it out with her. Apparently I had buttdialed him, I remember looking down to see I was calling him and ending the call immediately. Well he calls me back right away and I deny the call. He keeps calling and then texting asking what was going on and that if I didn’t answer he was going to be upset because he was worried. Like wtf? I remember stepping out to walk the dog so I could call him and I could immediately feel I got the ick as soon as I heard his voice. After that night, he kept apologizing and saying it was ok that we fought. But we didn’t even fight. I was super unfazed by it all. And then immediately emotionally detached myself. This was leading up to my birthday at the end of the year.

Sometime after my birthday, he asked me about the disconnect, that he felt it since my birthday. And I used that as an opportunity to end it. However he completely read between the lines and only took in what he wanted, which was not that we had broken up. He continued to think we were together and it pissed me off that I was being ignored so I ghosted him!!!!

So I completely ignored him from January to probably about June, July or august. The summer. Summer was tough. I met someone through work that I developed a fat crush on. It was how much we genuinely had in common that got me. After meeting this guy, I realized I no longer wanted to continue my current relationship. It was no longer serving me and never would. I attempted to break it off all summer but once again, my wants, needs and desires were ignored. Nothing came of me and my coworker. He went back to his store and that ship sailed. But now I was checked out of my home life, and lonely as ever. Truthfully missing the sex I had with A, but never missing him, LOL. I was thinking with my figurative dick when I started posting on Reddit looking for random hookups, well a long term FWB was the plan. I find a post from a guy describing himself as generally attractive and covered in tattoos. Me, horny as ever and very into tattooed guys, message him. A couple days later he sends me his number and I text him. This was a couple days into September. I send him a picture of me and he is shocked that I am “hot”. You know how it goes on Reddit. I find him pretty cute himself. We weren’t talking too sexually but basically give a quick rundown of what we’re into and agree to meet a few days later, literally to hook up lol. The day comes and I’m nervous as hell but excited. Mind you we were texting everyday. He never stops telling me how beautiful I am. I’m literally shaking on the way to meet him and he texts me that he’s really nervous and I immediately say it’s ok we can meet another day. I was so relieved. And saw that as the biggest green flag. So I go home, and we text all night. We reschedule to meet the next week I believe. I was so nervous driving to the Starbucks we met at that I had to have a laugh attack before getting out the car. I walked up to the car and I could see immediately he was so cute. I get in and he says hi, and right away tells me I have a gorgeous smile and that I was so beautiful. You already know my ass can’t stop smiling and laughing. We just talked for like an hour. We held hands just a little. He kept telling me I was really funny. We didn’t hook up. He didn’t even touch me, aside from my hands. When he takes me back to my car, I say fuck it and I lean into him and kiss him quickly. He was shocked but kissed me back, then hugged me awkwardly. He says he’s so glad he got to meet me and we agree we want to see each other again. I say bye and get into my car. But then the butterflies hit and I’m like what the fuck? I know I said I had never felt anything like I did with A, and I hadn’t. But this was even more different. We hit it off, but it was once I was alone that I felt like I had been hit by a truck. It was this positively looming feeling that my life was going to change. I grabbed my phone and just texted him “fuck” because that’s all I could think. He replied “I know” and I just felt it happening. I was going to fall in love with him. He tells me right then that he likes me and I told him I think I liked him too. Well, we talked every single day after that. Every morning a good morning beautiful text. I don’t even know what we would talk about, it was just constant. I go to see him one day on his lunch break. He put his hand on my thigh and I fucking melted into him. He didn’t even touch me any sexual way, just touched my thigh. We kiss a lot obviously. Talk a lot. I told him about my situation and he was cool. We related to each other on a lot of issues. It was almost like we were too similar especially regarding our toxic traits. I had been there before with M, my first love many years ago. There’s a lot about him that reminds me of M. When I leave his car he reaches over and squeezes my ass and if it’s one thing that drives me crazy…it’s that!!!

It had to have been later that night, or a few nights later. We’re talking sexually and he mentions wanting me to have his baby. I’m like ok don’t play with me I really want to be a mommy. And he says he’s dead serious. That he’s incredibly drawn to me and can’t explain it. That he would love to have our fun and then start a family eventually. Like what?! That was it. That was the fucking moment I was done for. My libra moon said you wanna what?!?! And was 100000% onboard. I warn him that I fall in love fast and if he wasn’t careful I’d fall in love with him soon. He says good and that he wants me to fall in love with him. Well spoiler alert, I do.

Except it goes like this. Our constant talking one day just kinda slows down. I’m already 75% in love so I’m attached and panicking. Becoming depressed on days I don’t hear from him. It’s early December and I am just besides myself as he ignores me. For whatever reason he texts me late that night, asks how I am. I am honest and tell him im having a rollercoaster of emotions and fear I might have bpd. Well, turns out he fucking has it. Says he definitely thinks I am probably bipolar and not bpd. His reasoning? I haven’t went off on him. I tell him I worked on myself for YEARS to not do that. Because the old me would have blown up on him at least several times by then. Probably the first time I felt ignored. We talk all night. Im telling him I don’t care about whatever his issues are, I want to be there with him and for him. That im falling in love and it sucks because that person doesn’t want to let me in. We talk more and more, he’s apologizing saying he will make more effort to be vulnerable and let me in. I get it it’s hard. We’re ending the conversation and bitch…he tells me he loves me. HE says it to ME. I thought I would be first. Then I realize it’s 3 months to the day that we first “met”.

Im genuinely in love. We’ve been talking or ~together almost 5 months now and have never fought. He is really amazing about curving my rage fits. He never allows me to instigate a fight and he never fucking has. He is so calm with me and it’s actually mind blowing. I’ve never gotten that from anyone in my life. When I get upset with him, he listens, acknowledges why im upset, apologizes and promises to work on whatever the issue is. Since we both likely have bpd, it’s always a bit of a struggle but at the same time it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I don’t get to see him as often as I want, but im grateful for taking it slow. Such a vast difference from A. I want to marry J and have his babies. I want to make him home and take care of him every day for the rest of our lives. We both feel so strongly that we would be such a good team. Life gets in the way… but im patient. I know I deserve him. Idk if he knows he deserves me but I hope he does. This is how I wanted it to happen. He gave me the courage to leave my relationship finally. He gave me a reason to want to move on. And guess what? We haven’t even had sex yet. That’s the best (and worst?) part. I can’t imagine what im going to feel the moment we finally do. I would marry him tomorrow if he asked me. I would move across the world if he asked me to. I’d go with him anywhere. I feel like he’s the love of my life to be honest. The stars aligned, finally for me.

[cjsmalley]

Enter, Taishi!

She woke up to find him staring down at her.

With red eyes. There were purple marks on his cheeks. His fangs were enlarged.

Crap.

She remained still, “InuYasha, where’s Tessaiga?”

He wrinkled his nose but laid the sword beside her before growling out, “Soon.”

She tried sitting up and he moved quickly, stuffing more pillows behind her.

“Thank you,” she said when he resumed staring at her, “what’s soon?”

He reached out with an elongated claw, his pointer finger, and carefully tapped her distended belly, “Pup. Soon.”

She was about to argue; she wasn’t in labor. But then she remembered reading about dogs knowing when their owners were sick or in some way off.

And her back hurt.

She bit her lip, “How soon?”

“Soon.” Was all he said.

Well, that was helpful.

But if she was about to go into labor… “We need to move then,” she told him, “go home, to the Realms. Do you remember…”

He looked frustrated but finally nodded, “Garter, Rain, Leo, Kaede. Dam and sire’s den.”

“Yes!” she moved to stand up, he was at her side in an instant, lifting her up gently.

“Sango!” she called, directing InuYasha to their already packed luggage, “Sango!”

The slayer arrived at a run, “Kagome? What’s—oh!”

Sango took a defensive stance but not an aggressive one, “Is everything okay?”

InuYasha growled softly but Kagome shushed him, “She’s pack, InuYasha…Sango, can you have Miroku get Kaede and round up Shippo and Imari?”

“It’s time?”

“InuYasha says soon…dunno how soon but his senses—”

“He can probably tell. Alright.”

She left at a fast walk, even as Kagome reached for the portal-ball kept on the side table and tossed it to the floor.

The portal opened and InuYasha carried her through; his parents were waiting, though surprised.

“It’s time?” Danny stood up, moving to summon Medical.

“Not yet, but he says ‘soon’ so I thought it was a good idea to get here,” Kagome explained.

“Oh, honey,” Sam sighed, coming to cup her son’s cheek, “everyone will be fine.”

He grunted at her, “Soon. Pup.”

“That’s right, InuYasha,” Kagome winced at the pain in her back, as Yetis and Doctor Garter arrived with a gurney, “remember the plan. Do you remember our plan?”

He nodded, laying her down sweetly.

He kissed her forehead, grabbed another portal-ball and went to fetch Isabelle Rain.

She was thankfully not busy when he arrived, though he startled her, “InuYasha!”

Hand over her heart, she peered closely at him and then nodded in understanding, “It’s time?”

“Soon.” He repeated, indicating that she should follow him through the portal.

She nodded again, grabbed the bags she kept in her office for the occasion, and walked through the portal.

“Your Majesty,” she greeted Danny, giving her personal bags to a servant.

“Hello, Isabelle. They’re getting set up in the Medical Wing. We’re still waiting on Leo and Kaede, but Kagome hasn’t started labor just yet,” Danny reported before another servant appeared to lead the doctor off.

InuYasha followed them and planted himself outside the delivery room.

Over the next few hours, the entire family gathered slowly; the timeline was still rather foggy, but nobody wanted to miss anything. Leo Wyatt arrived with Paige and the Halliwells, scrubbing in just in case, while Kaede arrived with Kagome’s mother. Both scrubbed in as well.

Sam was taking InuYasha’s spot in the delivery room; partly due to traditions that Kaede demanded be observed, if possible, partly because everyone worried the various scents of birth may overwhelm him.

Nanny Clara rounded up Imari, Davy, Patrick, and the Skywalker twins and took them to the palace nursery so they wouldn’t get in the way or upset.

Everyone else waiting prepared to restrain the hanyou if need be as they waited; but InuYasha seemed serene.

Not two hours after everyone was accounted for, Kagome’s waters broke.

Those with enhanced senses smelled and heard it happen.

InuYasha looked to Anakin, who was meditating beside him, and asked roughly, “Pups?”

“They’re with Clara,” Anakin replied casually, “she has them in hand.”

The hanyou nodded and settled in to wait. Tessaiga was by his side, Miroku had brought it, but not touching him.

It was clear the youkai half of InuYasha was there to stay for the birth.  

After a while, the door opened, and Kagome shuffled out with an IV pole holding a bag of saline connected to the IV port in the back of her hand.

“I need to move,” she explained to everyone; immediately, Sango and Koriand’r were at her sides as escorts and InuYasha stood up to shadow every step.

The group walked up and down the corridor, pausing every so often for a contraction; occasionally, Kaede or Isabelle would check Kagome’s progress.

Surprisingly, InuYasha remained calm for all of this.

“While allowing his youkai blood to come to the fore was instinctual,” Myoga lectured Danny and everyone else, “to better protect his pack during such a vulnerable time, he must still be aware and know that everything is in hand. It is also rare for male inuyoukai to enter the whelping den during their mates’ labor; other females will assist. He is likely following instinct older than the inuyoukai themselves merged with whatever he recalls of rational thought.”

Danny sighed but nodded, “So as long as he feels she’s safe he’ll stay passive.”

“Lady Kagome specifically, yes, but should anyone of his pack be threatened he will react with extreme violence until the threat is no more,” the flea warned before adding, “he likely sees the extended family as a pack of its’ own, so the threat level of everyone present is something Lord InuYasha considers very low.”

“He knows, deep down, we won’t hurt his immediate pack,” Danny agreed.

“Correct.”

“Excuse me,” Missus Higurashi interrupted politely, “but who are you?”

“I am Myoga, Lord InuYasha’s vassal,” the flea hopped to her and struck up a conversation.

So, time passed; occasionally another woman would relieve Sango or Koriand’r, a rotation quickly being agreed upon without discussion. The men kept their distance, knowing that they would just get in the way or set off the youkai in their midst.

“I normally would ask people to stay home until contractions were closer together,” Isabelle explained, when someone had mentioned it seemed to be taking a long time, “but with all the variables, I’d rather monitor things from the very beginning.”

Soon, night fell; there had been some progress but nowhere near the pushing stage.

Those who weren’t humans, along with the vigilantes who worked ‘nightshift’, stayed where they were while others drifted off to bed.

Kagome herself tried to rest, being kept company by Cass and Stephanie of the Bats, while InuYasha retook his guard position outside her room.

Shippo, rubbing his eyes, wandered over to the hanyou and climbed into his lap to sleep; it was not an unusual thing for him to do. What was unusual was that the hanyou turned full youkai allowed it with barely a twitch. Indeed, he covered the kit with the large sleeve of his haori, having not yet changed into modern clothes.

Danny had servants bring platters of sandwiches and pitchers of cold water for those who were staying up. And blood for Spike, of course.

Periodically, the midwives checked on their patients and all was calm.

Sunrise peeked over the horizon before things really started happening but still it was a wait. Kagome walked the corridor some more, having to pause more often than the day before; when she wasn’t walking, the women were distracting her with card games. (Padme tried teaching her Sabbacc while Koriand’r managed to teach several people a game from Tamaran; though they substituted actual dice for the knucklebones of Tamaranean animals.)

InuYasha remained full youkai and calm, following his wife’s every movement but allowing the women to continue helping.

It was dark again before Kagome was allowed to push; she had decided not to lay on her back, instead a birthing stool had been pulled from storage for her use and she was willing to fully squat or get on all fours.

Kara was enlisted to help support the miko’s weight as she delivered while Kagome’s mother and Sam provided emotional support.

It was a surprisingly short process; Kagome only needed to push three or four times before the baby was born.

The baby was whisked off by Isabelle, keening heartily along the way, for a once over while Kaede handled the afterbirth.

Leo then healed whatever damage had been incurred by simply laying a hand on Kagome’s heaving shoulder.

Once she was medically cleared, Kara moved Kagome to the nearby hospital bed, helped her into the strange fishnet like undergarments that held a heavy-duty pad, then settled her into the bed.

Outside, those with enhanced hearing had perked up, causing everyone else to do so as well; Shippo woke up, grumbling and rubbing his eyes, but quickly sat up.

InuYasha handed the kit off to Anakin, standing up as the door opened and Kaede let him in the room. Sam, Missus Higurashi, Kara, Leo, and the midwives exited.

A terrible thought struck Damian, “Myoga, what happens now?”

“Now, Lord InuYasha will be introduced to his offspring,” Myoga spoke seriously, “and he will decide if they live or die.”

Anakin tossed Shippo to Paige, drawing his saber and preparing to rush in to stop his instinct-driven brother from doing something horrid.

“What do you mean?” Batman rumbled.

“Inuyoukai will destroy any offspring, male or female, with obvious and extreme deformities or weakness,” the flea explained soberly, “the female will do it herself, especially in the case of a litter. However, Lady Kagome is human. Lord InuYasha will see to it himself,” he paused, “I do not believe, in his right mind, that Lord InuYasha would kill his own children unless they were suffering beyond suffering.”

The door opened again; InuYasha stood there, golden eyed once again, and said, “C’mon, Shippo. You’ve gotta meet your brother.”

Everyone exhaled a sigh of relief; Anakin stood down quickly.

Shippo entered the room.

Slowly, people were roused from their beds and gathered outside the delivery room once again.

InuYasha opened the door again, “Barbara?”

The redhead nodded, hefted up her phone, and wheeled into the room.

As she was inside, Tim set up their equipment; a screen that Connor hung from the ceiling, a projector, and a laptop with a cable.

While they did that, a servant went to fetch Imari from the nursery; she was handed off to Miroku.

Miroku, Sango, Imari, and Kirara waited until InuYasha opened the door again, ushering them in.

“Now the immediate pack is introduced,” Myoga explained softly, “including any children of the pack. While Lord InuYasha may be the leader, there is still a chance that the child could be rejected by the pack at large.”

It took twenty or thirty minutes before Barbara reappeared; she was smiling as she handed her phone to Tim who plugged it into his laptop.

A photograph was projected onto the screen.

Kagome in bed, holding what was clearly an inu-hanyou child, silver hair, golden eyes, and all, with the rest of the pack arranged around her. She was clearly exhausted but grinning.

Shippo and Imari were also on the bed, cuddled to their mother and new sibling.

InuYasha exited the room again and announced, “He’s a little boy and his name’s Taishi; Kagome’s fine, pup’s fine so far. Both are tired so we’ll do meet and greets starting tomorrow; grandparents first.”

A cheer went up as he returned into the room.

The next night, after Kagome and Taishi were released from medical, a feast was held for the entire family to welcome Taishi.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

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Nemesis: Retribution (3)

Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: EVENTUAL SMUT. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (18+ ONLY), polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, lots of angst, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, strong language, mentions of trauma, character death, fluff if you squint

A/N: We’re playing fast and loose with canon here people. Also thank you for the interactions. I love reading what you think and it helps me write the next chapters better. Also, I enjoy having someone to freak out with. Highlight of my life I swear to god. Enjoy!

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Natasha stormed off the jet and into the conference room where she knew the rest of the team were waiting for them, fury radiating from her small frame. Catching sight of her target only made her grow angrier. She immediately ran up to Steve and growled up in his face causing him to immediately take a step back. Sam and Bucky were immediately alarmed, standing up to intervene and the latter's black vibranium arm whirring in preparation but Steve held up a hand to stop them.

"What the hell, Rogers? You send me on a mission with zero intel and this is what I find? Did you know?"

Steve's eyes narrowed down at her, the thick beard and longer hair adding even more to his already commanding presence. He knew exactly what Natasha was talking about and he did expect her to react this way.

"I wasn't sure, Nat. And I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up if I was wrong."

"And if you were right?" she scoffed.

Steve swallowed hard before he answered, the blue in his eyes calming considerably. "I thought the three of you deserved to be the first to know."

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky asked, arms crossed on his chest and brows deeply furrowed. They didn't even know about any mission.

Natasha chuckled humorlessly and backed off from Steve. She ran a hand through her hair, the red bleeding into the old blonde color, and gestured toward the door at the approaching people.

"Well you weren't wrong, Steve."

Shock.

That was the overall theme of the day it seemed. None of them could hardly believe that you were actually standing at the doorway. It's been ten long years and you were like the ghost haunting their dreams during that time, a pure and kind soul taken far too soon. Hell, they told stories about your selfless sacrifice to the new recruits. You had unknowingly become a legend.

A legend turned ghost story.

Now you looked more like a nightmare; dried blood caked your clothes and skin, a cold smirk lifting the corner of your lips, and a dangerous unhinged glint in your eyes.

"Well, I'll be damned," Sam breathed. "Y/N?"

"Hey, Sam," you said, the almost flirtatious lilt in your voice sending a shiver down their spines. "I go by Nemesis now."

"Nemesis?" Bucky snapped out of his daze, brows raised high and his jaw clenched, features seen clearer now with his shorter hair. "The notorious mercenary Nemesis?"

"I prefer private contractor."

While they had been honoring your memory, you had been building a ruthless reputation of your own that was widely considered on par in violence with The Punisher but with the added disturbing fact that you could be hired. Of course, no one but a select few knew who you actually were.

Until today.

Nemesis. The Greek goddess of divine retribution and revenge. A name that suited the dark avenging persona you had adapted and the only purpose you now lived for. In a twisted kind of way, you were doing the same work they were only with far less finesse and none of the righteous for the good of mankind purpose they usually had.

You shrugged, sitting yourself casually down on the nearest chair on the other end of the long table from where they stood. You have had a long night, your feet were tired and they were still looking at you with absolute confusion and disbelief. This looked like it would take a while.

You rolled your eyes as you unbuckled your stained bulletproof vest, throwing it haphazardly on the table. You hazarded a glance at each one of them as you made yourself comfortable, noting the changes in them too. The years had given way to a solemn maturity to each one, it seems things had changed for them too.

"Now that I'm here, you have 12 minutes."

"12 minutes? Until what?" Steve stammered.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you, couldn't for the life of him reconcile the person he was seeing in front of him with the person he knew. From your expressions to your movements and even to the tone of your voice, you were just so different and yet it just seemed to make you a more magnetic presence. Fresh guilt washed over him, knowing that he had failed you as your Captain. They should have kept looking for you.

"You'll see. 11 minutes now. Either ask your questions or tell me what you want."

"We all thought you were dead," Steve muttered, taken back by your hostility.

"Well that obviously didn't stick. How did you find me, Cap?"

It was Steve who found you. At first he couldn't believe it was really you, but the split second glimpse he got of your eyes from the body cam on one of the field agents weeks ago drove him to obsessively dig further. It was a shot in the dark when he sent Natasha and the twins on the mission tonight.

"By chance," he admitted. "We've been chasing a group of people suspected to be manufacturing and selling the super soldier serum. Our agents have had a few close encounters with you. I think we're going after the same people."

"So you're asking for intel?" you snorted, absentmindedly picking at the bloodstains on your sleeves.

"No," he said cautiously, wary at how relaxed yet tightly coiled you looked. "I'm offering you your spot back with the team."

You almost choked on the laugh that just escaped your lips. You couldn't help the short bark of laughter at the ridiculous proposition. Looking at their faces though it seemed that the offer was serious, although the reluctant look in their eyes at your transformation showed their inner conflict. You straightened your features and shook your head, the amused smile still on your lips.

"Look, I'm not exactly on brand for you guys anymore." You leaned forward with your arms on the table and landed your eyes squarely on Bucky's, the venom unmistakable. "Besides, I seem to recall I was deemed not cut out for this team."

Bucky felt like his soul left him at your words. There was a Molotov cocktail of emotions raging inside him; surprise, shame, relief, anger, guilt, and longing. It was killing him knowing that he had a hand in how drastically you had changed. He was deathly afraid of finding out your full story. He wanted to talk to you, wanted to beg for your forgiveness and make things right. How many chances would anyone get to redeem oneself with a ghost? He couldn't find the words though, his throat going dry and his tongue heavy in his mouth.

"Y/N, you know that's not the truth," Steve tried to insist.

"I'm not Y/N anymore and I already have a team." You waved a hand dismissively. "Also your 12 minutes are up."

All at once the power cut out in the Compound, drenching the room into darkness punctuated by the flashing emergency lights. You felt yourself get lifted off your seat and the next moment you were standing behind a formation of Avengers in the arms of the resident speedster, your arms on his chest to steady yourself from the daze of the sudden movement. His muscles were tense beneath your hands but his expression was gentle as he looked down at you.

He had wanted to rush over to you the moment you revealed your face. He wanted to hold you, jump for joy, speed around the entire city with you in his embrace. How you were alive didn't matter to him.

Only that you were.

It was only at Wanda's warning for him to stay back that he did. She showed him that you weren't the same person anymore and that they weren't sure whether you would still be friend or foe. To Pietro though, you weren't different.

You were just angry.

To him you were still his little star despite the others thinking you were closer to a supernova now. His little star was just hurting and he decided that he would do everything in his power to help you heal. He held your head tighter to his chest, intending to protect you from the anticipated danger and ready to get you to safety at a moment's notice.

"What the damn hell is going on?" Sam yelled, readying his guns.

A figure silently jumped through the window and rolled on the floor to stop right in front of the group, jolting the Avengers to defend. He stood to full height and took a fighting stance; clad in head to toe red, billy clubs at the ready, and horns glinting in the sparse light atop his head.

The Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

"Let Nemesis go," he growled.

Natasha stepped forward, snapping her own batons in place. The crackling of the electricity from it sent lights to dance on the menacing expression on her face. The rest of the team watched closely the other entry points, expecting more to come in and if the first was any indication then they were in for a real fight.

Footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway, loud and not at all trying to be concealed. Walking straight through the front door, were two towering men in heavy military gear each holding an assault rifle aimed at the group. The sneer on one lent a dangerous taunting aura to his surprisingly handsome features as if to say just fucking try me. While the other had a burning steely focus that instinctively made anyone back off, the emblem on his black vest told them exactly who he was.

The Punisher.

The Avengers snapped to attention, each one drawing their weapons and aiming back. The air was crackling with animosity and fingers that itched to pull their respective triggers. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the first to break the standoff in the enclosed space. Willing for someone to break it.

You laughed.

The disorientation at your reaction was palpable across the room. You patted Pietro's chest, grinning up at him in reassurance that everything was fine. He released you from his hold reluctantly and let you step out of the protective cluster they had inadvertently formed around you. The three newcomers visibly relaxed the slightest bit at the sight of you.

"Weapons down," you said calmly, eyeing each one in the room. No one budged. "All of you. Now."

Steve being the first one to lower his shield was the catalyst in diffusing what could have been the fight of the century. As outnumbered as the newcomers were, they lacked nothing in skill and precise brutality. Frank followed in lowering his weapon and soon everyone did the same. There was still tension but at least it was now reduced to intense glaring.

You tutted and shook your head as you strutted your way to your three rescuers. "What I needed was a ride home, Frankie. Not a goddamn full extraction op."

"Sorry, sweetheart," he said, not sounding at all apologetic and knowing you weren't really angry if the tired amusement on your face was anything to go by.

He smiled at you, that small open quirk at the corner of his mouth that was always accompanied by a roll of his tongue. He reached for you when you got close enough, drawing you close with a burly arm around the back of your shoulders. He kissed you on the forehead, a lingering gesture that clearly showed an intimacy between the two of you. The soft look on his face was reserved only for you and when he raised his face to the Avengers it was back to the cold threatening glare.

"Can you blame us though?" His voice came out gravelly, a favorite sound of yours. "The last time you were with these guys you were captured and tortured."

Tortured.

The word hung heavy in the air and though your back was turned, you could imagine the look on the faces of your former team. They didn't know about that yet. How could they when they had believed all this time that you died in the explosion?

"You forgot to mention blown up," Matt added, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his lips.

He removed his helmet, floppy brown hair instantly softening his persona. He peppered kisses on your palm and the inside of your wrist as he breathed in your scent to calm his own anxiety. He almost lost it when Billy had called saying that you had been taken. He was usually the last one to jump to immediate violence in your group, but the thought of you gone filled him with irrational fear. The possibility that history could repeat itself was unacceptable to him.

"I should have come with you."

"I could handle it and Billy was with me."

"Lot of good that did," he scoffed, switching to lightly biting your wrist. This wasn't unusual. Being blind, he relied on a more intense physical reassurance that everything was still as it should be.

"They weren't gonna hurt me, Matty," you argued, but it was more to help settle his nerves.

"All right, leave the foreplay for later," the last of the trio said, pulling you by your other hand closer to him.

He held you tightly by the waist and pressed you close, molding your body to his in a practiced motion. The smile on his face was scandalous and the mischief in his eyes was one that spelled trouble. The cheeky bastard winked at you before dipping his head to lay open mouthed kisses on your neck up to your ear right along your old scars. Shivers went down your spine and you couldn't help the low hum as your body reacted instinctively to him, stepping closer still until you could feel the heat of his body through his gear.

You knew exactly what he was doing. He was always the quickest to show affection in front of company, but this was a particularly golden opportunity for him to stake his claim in front of people he believed did not value you enough. Billy wouldn't be Billy if he didn't take it.

"Hey, pretty girl."

Across the room, the Avengers watched on with blatant curiosity at the apparent intimately familiar exchanges. It wasn't as much the fact that three men were bathing you with affection, but more that this cemented how far removed you were from their memory of you. They knew you as a starry-eyed recruit who stuttered at light teasing and preening at the slightest validation.

"Y/N," Steve called for you, forcing you to step away from Billy for the moment. You turned around to face them but Billy didn't let you go far, slinging his arm over your chest and this time contorting his body to yours.

"I told you, Steve. I'm not Y/N anymore," you said, a fleeting sadness flashed in your eyes before it was replaced with a firm pride. "And this is my team."

"We're taking our girl home," Frank declared, the threat underneath didn't need to be verbalized. If they took you again, it wouldn't end well for anyone.

"Wait!" Steve said urgently, halting your exit. "We'll hire you."

It was a last ditch effort. He was grasping at straws to keep you from disappearing from their lives again. He knew that if you walked out that door now there was no chance of ever getting you back. He just could not let that happen. This would only be temporary at best, but at least it would buy him time to convince you of a more permanent arrangement.

"Not interested."

"Nem." Matt as usual cautioned you from being too hasty. "Is this about the syndicates?"

You sighed. Matt was like a dog with a bone now. There was no choice but to let him chew on it. This was particularly important to him because the syndicates had been running amok in Hell's Kitchen and he was starting to find it difficult to keep his backyard clean.

"Yeah, apparently the stuff we found in the shipment yard was for making super soldier serums. The Avengers have been following the trail too."

"Why not just join forces then? We can get this done and over with a lot faster with their help," he reasoned.

"We're doing fine on our own, Matty."

"Matt has a point, sweetheart," Frank cut in. "We've been chasing this for years. I know a part of you is just itching to end all of this."

"It might help us find him faster. Do you really want to spend another ten years pulling at threads?" Matt added.

You closed your eyes, hands clenching at your sides to control your anger. It grated at you when they ganged up on you like this, but your anger was more because they were right and you knew it. You hated it, but they were right.

It was Billy who intervened, pulling you again to hug you from behind. His hold was firmer than before, aimed more to calm your shaking body. His voice came out calm, but resolute. His first priority was always making sure you were okay and you obviously weren't okay with this.

"You heard the lady. It's a no."

Frank and Matt sighed and shook their heads, but backed off. They weren't about to push you about this no matter how much they knew this would help you. They'll try again to convince you later, but they weren't optimistic. It was fortunate for them that there was more than just one stubborn person in the room.

"Please," Steve interrupted. You had almost forgotten that there were other people in the room. Almost. "We need your help. They have someone who keeps getting in our way and every time we get close he either fights us long enough for the trail to grow cold or leads us on wild goose chases. We can't let that serum be available to whoever can pay for it."

He didn't know what it was that he said that made all of your heads snap in his direction. Your eyes in particular were suddenly wild with barely restrained fury. He would take it. At least he had your attention.

"We can't let that happen, Nemesis," he finished, making sure to use your preferred name. Anything to possibly get himself into your good graces.

"Do you have a name?" you ground out.

"What?"

"A name, Steve. Do you know who this guy is?"

"By the way he fights he seems to be a merc too. Looks like military background though from where I'm not sure," he said slowly, carefully choosing his words in the hopes of you changing your mind. "He goes by Salvacion."

"We're in."

Earth's Mightiest was stunned at the sudden reversal of your decision. As firm as you had rejected the offer, you were jumping at it now with the addition of your own team.

"Let's get one thing straight though, Cap," you began, the rage still burning in your eyes like wildfire. "My team and I will work with you. It's all of us or none of us. We'll help you lock up the syndicates and destroy the serum. We'll play nice, but Salvacion is mine."

Steve took a deep breath, relieved that you had agreed but also deeply concerned at your visceral reaction to a name. He had to ask.

"Why?"

"Because that's the motherfucker who killed my sister."

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