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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 25 days ago

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Something Takes A Part Of Me (SinsDC)

Something Takes A Part Of Me:

Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader “Nyx” x August Walker x Walter Marshall

Summary:

Actions will always speak louder than words.

Warnings:

18+ Only MDNI, Smut, PWP, Unprotected Sex, Voyeurism, Group Sex, Light BDSM

Notes:

The music set to this session is “Freak On A Leash” by Korn, “Disease” by Lady Gaga and “Comfortable” by H.E.R. Give them a listen to get into the mood. Happy Reading Heathens 😈

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

“Hello Boys.” You address your favorite set of brothers. “It’s a pleasure to see you in your most natural element.”

“Barely clothed and ready to serve?” Walter retorts.

“That’d be the one.” You turn your head towards the stoic man relaxing on the plush armchair in the corner. “So this is what you had in mind for tonight when you requested my final session and told me you had it handled.”

“You started your night with them onstage. Great show by the way. Why not involve them in the finishing of your night as well.” Bucky shrugs.

“Oh, I’m not complaining. I’m excited to see what you have planned. Your teammates chose to spend our time one-on-one. Hoarding me all to themselves. Yet you chose to take control of planning and include my boys in yours. Safe to say, I am happily at your mercy, Wolfie.”

August rises from the bed. Shirtless and looking every bit the dangerous man you know him to be. “Told ya she wouldn’t put up a fight. Our dark darling can’t help but crave submission at the end of a long night. Isn’t that right, Ladybug?”

He runs his thumb along your bottom lip. Dipping it in the center and pushing it into your mouth, where you instinctually begin to suck it.

Walter, also shirtless, promptly joins his brother. Caging you between them as he kisses your shoulder. It’s a position as normal as breathing for the three of you.

“Looks like her brain is starting to shut down already, Barnes. You better relay your plan before she gets all floaty and drifts away.”

You relax your shoulders as he places a kiss to the back of your neck. Thankful that Bucky requested that your hair be up and you wear something simple and made of silk that you could easily remove.

“Nyx, look at me.”

Bucky commands. There is strength in his voice but it never rises. You turn your head in his direction. Dropping August’s thumb in the process.

“What’s your color?”

“Green.” You hum. “Very, very green.”

“Are you coherent enough to listen to my instructions and set of rules?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He stands up from his seat and walks over to join the three of you.

“Now here is what is going to happen.” He ghosts his metallic fingers down your arm. “Walter and August are going to do what they do best and please you while I watch from my chair in the corner. Make a real show of it. They are allowed to do everything except fuck you to bring you right to the edge. They are not allowed to make you cum. You will only cum when I say you can. Understand, babygirl?”

You nod your head. Leaning back into Walter as he grips your hips.

“You know better than that hellion. Use your words so our playtime can begin.” He reminds you.

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good girl.” Bucky places a kiss on your lips and makes his way back to his seat. “Don’t disappoint me gentlemen. Your own orgasms depend on it.”

“You heard the man. Let’s give him a good show.” August grins down at you. “But first there is something I desperately need to do.”

With a hand gently placed on your cheek, he leans his head down and presses his lips to yours in a toe tingling kiss.

“I will never grow tired of that. Now arms up darling. Thatta girl. Walt, you know what to do.”

Nimble fingers dance along your hips and down your thighs until they reach the hem of your black silk chemise. With a gentle grip the fabric is pulled up and off of your body as the three of you sway to an unheard beat.

The boys are in their stage slacks, so with a quick pull, there are no more barriers separating you all.

Walter, still behind you, leans down to your left ear. The one facing away from Bucky.

“How much do you really want to show him, Bug? We’ll do as he requested but our allegiance always resides with you and your comfortability.”

You turn your neck to face him. Sheltering your face from Bucky in the process.

“I have nothing to hide. Not when it comes to the two of you. He should see how deep this goes when we’re not on stage. You don’t need to perform. Just treat me like you always do behind closed doors.”

“Good enough for me. August?”

“I’d say that consent was as enthusiastic as it gets. Now enough chit chat. Let’s play.”

August does not hesitate to plunge two of his thick fingers into your soaked entrance. Causing you to gasp and toss your head back.

“Always so responsive and wet for us. It’s like her body knows she’s come home.”

“Is Auggie right? Does your body give you away so easily?”

He reaches down from behind. Pushing his own thick digit inside of you to join August’s. Your breath begins to staccato at the overwhelming feeling of fullness and the heat that surrounds you, radiating off of your most loyal companions.

They work in tandem, fingering you fast then slow. Bringing you to the edge with ease time and time again. It is a game of chase you are sorely losing.

Your natural bratty urge to be defiant has been reduced to ashes as you lose yourself to the incessant call for release.

By the time they lay you out on the bed and begin to take turns feasting upon your overly sensitive and overworked cunt, you're lost to the madness of need.

You have become a mindless hull. Reduced to begging and pleading for Bucky to let you come.

“Soon.”

It’s the only response you receive, until he rises from his chair. Giving a subtle nod to Walter & August and they pull back from you.

Like a wolf stalking his prey, Bucky makes his way towards your prone frame. An Incubus demon in the flesh. Emerging from the shadows to devour you whole. His metal arm catching the light, as he ghosts it along your body.

With a smile that could rival Lucifers himself, you watch on, locked behind your lust filled haze, as the black and gold patterned vibranium disappears between your thighs.

A moan rings out. Loud and guttural. It takes you a minute to realize the sound is coming from you. You look down to see what could possibly be pulling such sounds from your throat.

There lies Bucky. Hair a disheveled mess while his tongue teases tiny circles on your bundle of nerves and three metal fingers slowly rub against that sweet spongy spot inside. With a wink he doubles his efforts. Sucking your clit into his mouth as he adds pressure and vibration to your g spot with his magical mechanical fingers.

He only releases your clit long enough to growl out “Come” against your folds before sucking your clit back into his mouth with a flourish.

No other words were needed. With the command you had been patiently waiting on, finally spoken, you come apart.

A nebulous of color and stars decorate the inside of your eyelids as you give into the pull of ecstasy. Every spasm of your walls around his fingers can be felt down to your toes. This orgasm is one for the books, that's for sure.

Satisfied with the taste of your release on his tongue, Bucky slides up your body. Brushing the sweat soaked hair from your brow.

“Hey, doll.”

“Hi”

“You all pleasured out? Or do you have a little more in you?”

“I’m not out for the count yet. I’m still conscious.” You quip.

“Good girl.” He smiles. “Your boys have done such a wonderful job tonight. I think they have earned their own reward. Think you can handle that.”

“For them? I can handle anything.”

He turns to the brothers sitting either side of you. They just grin like fools. Content with their place in your life.

“Alright babygirl. Remind me what that mouth does so well. I want you to suck your boys off at the same time.”

A shit eating grin splits Bucky's face. Thinking he has pulled a fast one on the men only to be thwarted as the both kneel above you. Dick heads touching as you lean up onto your elbows and take them both in your mouth.

They may be brothers, but they are not shy when it comes to you. They’ve tagged teamed you many a time and it’s not much different than their dicks rubbing against each other from inside you. Sort of comes with the territory.

It’s not long before their chests are heaving and their hips aiding in their mutual destruction. You wrap a hand around each of them and begin stroking. With a choked gasp and a groan the first rope of creamy white decorates your tongue. Your mouth quickly filling with their delayed release.

Like the good little sex worker that you are, you keep every drop safe until they gently pull away from your mouth. With a challenging gaze at Bucky you open your mouth. Showing off your tasty prize before swallowing it all down. Licking your lips and sticking out your tongue for added effect.

“Say goodbye boys.” Bucky calmly states. Not falling prey to your tactics.

Leaning forward both men kiss your forehead. Grabbing their discarded slacks, they pull them back on and head for the door.

“Have fun!” Walt teases as they cross the threshold.

Your head is turned away from the door by a flesh hand. Bucky’s handsome face hovering above you.

“You just going to stare at me all night o…”

Your sentence is cut off as Bucky gives in and finally kisses you. It’s possessive and hungry, as he spreads your thighs wide enough for him to fit between. Pulling back he grabs the back of his shirt and lifts it over his head. Tossing it aside before shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs and maneuvering them off his legs.

His cock is angry and red. Precum coating the head and dripping down the generous shaft. He can’t stand not being inside you a moment longer. Gripping the base, he notches himself at your quivering and drenched entrance.

Placing his hands above you on the headboard, he leans down to kiss you as pushes his way inside. Bottoming out and nipping your lip as he fucks you slow and deep. Moving his hips like one of your best male dancers. Drugging you with each stroke.

Removing his hands from the headboard he presses his forehead to yours. Reaching down to wrap your legs around his waist. Elevating your hips and plunging deeper as he takes his time imprinting his feelings for you deep into your soul with each connection of your pelvis to his.

This is no one way street. You are giving as good as you are getting. Grinding along with him. Letting him know, with your body, that you feel it too.

That is when something unexpected happens.

As your lips touch once more, a jolt shoots through you both. Setting the pair of you off as you come together. Keeping the same deep lazy pace as your walls milk him for all he is worth. You can’t even be bothered to separate right away.

You stay locked together. Mapping each other's scars with your fingers and exchanging soft kisses.

“That was…”

“Intense?” You fill in.

“Yes. But I wasn't planning on ‘making love’ to you. Not tonight anyway.”

“So you were planning on doing it someday in the future?”

“Yes. Not at the club though. But emotions are unpredictable, as most things in my life are, and once I started I just couldn’t stop. I hope I didn't ruin the night for you.”

“Far from it. You ended it beautifully.” You smile at him. “I am not the least bit upset at this turn of events. If you didn't notice, I responded in kind. So we’re good there. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. Just not tonight. I’d like the magic to stay here for a little while before the real world bursts our bubble of peace.”

“Deal.” You caress his scruffy cheek. “Oh and Bucky, where did you learn to move your hips like that? I may need to hire you.”

He tilts his head back and laughs. The sound vibrating against your chest with its boisterousness.

#poc reader #avengers smut #avengers x reader #avengers au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #august walker x reader #august walker smut #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall smut #sinsdc

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summertimemusician · 1 year ago

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Linktober (Shadow) 2023

Spirit

Welp turns out my exam season throughly steam rolled through my general Linktober plans, so you get this VERY late thing for now folks who find this, at least until I decide whether to continue this until I finish it even though it's no longer Linktober or if I'll make whatever other stories come later their own thing after exam season is over (mostly because the original for this one is my preferred draft, and that I feel the one for the Link/Dark Link prompt would be kind of wasted if it just sat there collecting dust cause I worked hard on the tension and horror there lord darn it, along with a few others mainly involving Fae Hyrule, Twilight, Time, First, among other Links like Legend, Sky, Warriors, just all of the boys, I wanted to give them all proper spotlight and still want to do that in any way I can). Welp. *Downs coffee like a shot* Also really need to find out how to make a Masterlist on mobile, figure out how AO3 works and answer asks.

Anyway, not really any warnings this time besides Reader Not Being Okay (par the course really) and angst.

As always can be read as either romantic or platonic, Reader is gender neutral on purpose, technically is meant to be read as either Hero's Shade Time x Reader or First x Reader mainly, but you can interpret it as any Link really lol

Good reading!

This corner of Faron Woods was quiet this time of year.

The woods were solemn in this Hyrule, the sliver of moonlight barely enough of a guide through the mist, it was silent but for the soft padding of animals through the underbrush and the howl of a wolf in the distance (not Wolfie's, not musical enough). The stars were your only company as you were separated from the group, the air was cold agaisnt your skin as you attempted to find your way.

Being alone in the forests of Hyrule never spelled anything good for anyone, but as you felt the brush of a hand tenderly twined in yours, the ghost of leather and the faint clinking of steel, and a faint glow of pale gold and ivory cutting through the veil of the night, mindful of roots you may trip onto and never flickering too far out of sight you couldn't feel safer, even if instead something like melancholy threatened to lock your throat with the chains of silence, you felt as warm as the soft twilight glow and as frigid as ice, frostburned with the bitter cold of your own warring emotions.

You can't help but chuckle a bit whille holding a old scabbard close to your heart, it's a wry sound, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

There is no answer, of course there isn't, but you don't mind, you know he'll listen, thorns wrap around your heart and crawl up your throat, the smell of lilies and steel coats and sticks in your throat like honey, or maybe blood, "... I didn't think you'd show up, you know? I always considered the possibility but..." You trail off, you feel something brush your side, you can only see him in the corner of your eyes or with a passing glance, there but not, existing but gone, so you keep your eyes on the road and in the flicker of light, so you carefully don't look to your side, you don't think you could contain the shaking in your heart otherwise, to stare at inevitability and prophecy, "... I know, I know you're fine. At least for now, I apologize for all the trouble I gave you."

'It's alright. It could never be a hardship aiding you.', the voice echoes in your ears, and you swallow thickly, breath hitching, the warmth of the sun in the fields of Hyrule, the wind caressing your hair, the song of the animals in Faron Woods, someone holding you carefully, fondly. The warmth of your hand in his. Not really here, but not gone either, more feeling than true echo.

You chuckle, and try to pretend it's not a bit breathless, something like a wounded keen, "... You're too kind. Too, too kind, thank you."

Spirits in Hyrule never spell anything good, in this wild land of light and shadow in a gestalt of divinity. There are some exceptions though, even if it hurts to witness then. So you follow him through the dark, certain that as you've guided his way once, he'll lead you now to where you need to go.

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... The clearing he leads you to is open, but by no means truly quiet among the trees, there is no peace to be found for the armored skeleton here. You choke on sorrow, on unfinished business, on the cruelty of being brought to ruin and being denied peace, and you stumble towards the familiar figure, almost in a trance as your vision blurs, roots and thorny vines wrap over rusted armor and a thorn cape, the skeleton's void sockets piercing through your soul, illuminated by the solemn gaze of the wretched moon and it's uncaring maids of honor in the stars.

You fall to your knees near the decaying skeleton, biting back against the wounded sound that attempts to leave your throat with enough strenght to bleed, you lay the scabbard by his side with a bouquet of lilies and shiver at the gentle, phantom touch, so soft, so loving it almost leads you to ruin all over again.

'... It's foolish to grieve for someone who isn't gone yet.' the thought comes to you, yet you can't help it. You still hurt for him, you still hold onto the fury at the heavens themselves for denying them quietus. For denying them rest over and over and over again. To watch this cycle and be helpless to stop it all due to the will of uncaring gods.

Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Denied full rest over and over again, to watch the chance at rest to the kindest of souls found in this world you found yourself in.

You barely register the touch to your cheek, ephemeral as it is, as you can't help but shed tears, can't help but grieve. Because if you don't, who will?

You know by now that some wounds can never heal, some rifts can never be mended. Even with the guarantee of cyclic, eternal rebirth, some things never return to how they were. And reminding yourself of this inevitability to them will never not hurt, even if you know it's futile to blame anyone but the one god who started this, and maybe the goddess who stood complacent to it. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that it'll one day come to this, that the frost of death and the sharpness of pain will leave a mark the sands of time can't scar over.

You reach a trembling hand towards the one in your cheek, try to find catharsis in the remains of decayed, dead yet ever eternal, ever growing love. And you breathe.

'We'll meet again. So do not mourn for me, please.'

You don't think you could deny him if you tried. Not when you know he's trying to soothe you, to thaw your sorrow. To allow your heart's healing to fallow.

"We will, I know. I'm sorry for making you worry." You chuckle, leaning into the cold, trying to brand the memory of the shadowed, but not gone love given to you so you can return it in kind. Just until you meet again, just until you can give all you can to his not yet decomposing self, grasping onto what remains of him, "I love you."

'I love you too. Until we meet again.'

The cold is gone, the echo of love leaves. And you breathe, and pretend you don't feel empty.

(When you see Link again, reuniting with the Chain on the next day's twilight. You hug him as tight as you can, and hope you he doesn't notice the tears in your eyes. And that you don't feel the lingering traces of a frigid embrace.

When no one is looking, you wave goodbye to the shade. And pray he dreams of warmer days until he finds quietus.)

#linked universe x reader #hero's shade x reader #linked universe time x reader #first x reader #hylia's chosen hero x reader #first link x reader #also know as What Happens When Summer Watches Corpse Bride after Playing MJM #I'll never not be emotional about the Hero's Shade and how it's an inevitability that Time will always die relatively young #how First died alone in the surface and likely never got a proper burial #And the fact we never learn what happens to the heroes after the task is done and THE ONE INSTANCE #we do is to learn they died young in some manner (ex Time. The Link before Hyrule. First.#Probably Twilight if we go by the theory Wolfie in BOTW is a spirit sent to help Wild #Technically pre calamity Wild because losing your memories is technically death of identity although that's for another story #and related to Lost #Most of the more effective LoZ games present themselves as either dark fairy tales and I'm running with that concept #Plus it's literally LEGEND of Zelda. Hardly do things end well for protagonists in actual legends and mythology involving gods #I think I have a right to worry #Anyway I'll probably elaborate more later because I'm tired lol #gotta perish to tackle studying and THEN be free to start on the pages long LU/LoZ essays /jk #unless?#we'll see #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #this short fic was also brought to you by the death holiday we have here in my country because it always makes me sad #and thinking of the Hero's Shade and what happens to First basically made it Depression times 100 lol

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missacidburn928 · 25 days ago

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Something Takes A Part Of Me (SinsDC)

Something Takes A Part Of Me:

Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader “Nyx” x August Walker x Walter Marshall

Summary:

Actions will always speak louder than words.

Warnings:

18+ Only MDNI, Smut, PWP, Unprotected Sex, Voyeurism, Group Sex, Light BDSM

Notes:

The music set to this session is “Freak On A Leash” by Korn, “Disease” by Lady Gaga and “Comfortable” by H.E.R. Give them a listen to get into the mood.Happy Reading Heathens 😈

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

“Hello Boys.” You address your favorite set of brothers. “It’s a pleasure to see you in your most natural element.”

“Barely clothed and ready to serve?” Walter retorts.

“You started your night with them onstage. Great show by the way. Why not involve them in the finishing of your night as well.” Bucky shrugs.

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#poc reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers smut #avengers au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #august walker x reader #august walker x you #august walker smut #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall smut #sinsdc

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pastlivesxpastlie · 3 months ago

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when my parents bought my childhood home there was a padlock on the outside of one of the rooms and I always hated the energy in there. when I was really depressed in 11th and 12th grade I would sleep in there on the air mattress and listen to this

#ask wolfie #toe boy #wolfie's music corner

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pastlivesxpastlie · 2 months ago

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!!!!

Ask game:

#ask wolfie!#wolfie’s music corner

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ceilingfan5 · 1 year ago

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An AU, you say? Werewolf bike gang!

“Where were you?” Merle needles, hardly waiting for Taako to take his helmet off. Taako spites him with a long slow motion shake of the hair first. Bitch can wait.

“Yeah, Taako, we can’t start dance practice without you,” Magnus says, folding his stupid beefy man beef arms.

“Sorry, I thought I joined a fucking werewolf bike gang?” Taako sets his helmet on his motorcycle and gives them both the stink eye. “Not fucking, Twinkle Town.”

“What the fuck are we gonna do, not dance?” Magnus says, like there is a response to something like that. Taako rolls his eyes and goes inside, forcing them both to follow him. “Hang on, what’s that smell?”

“What smell, no smell.” Taako’s heart starts pounding. “I went to Arby’s. There, I admitted it. Cease the Hague.”

“No cessation without explanation!” Merle declares, pumping his fist in the air. “I smell it too.”

“There’s no fucking smell!” Taako hurries in and knocks open his locker. “I smell regular! It’s a regular dude smell!”

“It’s a dude smell, alright.” Magnus hustles right after him. Taako’s nerves are going to make him transform, and they haven’t even started yet. “You’re with a new guy?”

“Yeah! My main man Arby! Can we fucking dance, Jesus???”

“Oh, now he wants to dance,” Merle teases.

“I want to eat your heart and get blood all over the wood floor, is what I wanna do,” Taako growls. Merle laughs, but his eyes are a steady, wolfy yellow.

“You don’t have to tell us!” Magnus throws his hands in the air. “I just thought you would!! Cause we’re a pack, is all!”

“Some fucking pack,” Taako grumbles. “He’s-”

“Oh, so he is real.”

“Merle, shut up!” Magnus hisses.

Taako’s going to start biting. He feels like a cornered animal.

“He’s fine, and he’s- sweet. Okay? And he’s not going to bother us, so stop fucking- thinking about him at all, you hear me? If I even hear you thinking about him, I swear to god-”

“Aw, he’s sweet?” Magnus’ eyes may as well be heart shaped. “Can he ride?”

“Not yet,” Taako admits, his face warming. “But he loved it when I took him ‘round the loop on Garyl.”

“Did you go fast?”

“Jesus, Merle, did I go fast? What am I, a ken doll? OBVIOUSLY I went fast, where’s the sex in following the speed limit? Who the fuck do you think I am?”

“Did he hold on tight?” Magnus literally bounces with excitement.

“...Yeah,” Taako has to say, fighting back the smile. “I’m gonna get another helmet for him.”

“Gross,” Merle says, with deep love and affection.

“Oh man, when do we get to meet him???” Magnus puts his pleading face on. Taako refuses to look at those puppy dog eyes.

“NEVER! Fucking never. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever. Can we dance now? I’m going to die. I’m in hell and you two idiots keep turning up the thermostat.”

“Let the flames begin,” Merle says ominously, but he goes and starts the music, and Taako’s burning face gets a temporary break from scrutiny.

“I hope he’s perfect,” Magnus sighs. “We needed some more romance.”

“ROMANCE IS DEAD AND I ATE ITS BONES,” Taako hollers, embarrassed beyond belief.

“Bones??”

#taz #tazb #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #taz balance #taakitz #thank you!!

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zarvasace · 1 year ago

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7/11/23

dazzling diamond danger (5/6)

Yay! We have an end goal! I think this will end tomorrow! :) This chapter is about 2.3k? Anyway I'll post it under the cut because of AO3 being down, though it'll go there when things calm down. You'll miss out on some italics, and there will be extra spaces between paragraphs, but oh well. Enjoy for now! EDIT: got it up on AO3, here's the link for future reference

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Warriors couldn't relax. The clock in the corner ticked on, as if to remind him over and over that three Heroes were missing.

Wind, Legend, and Four had a room in a separate portion of the castle, which made Warriors nervous, but he hadn't pushed because the staff was already harried with the ball and other guests, and with so many people around, he'd assumed that the three wouldn't be targeted as related to him. For all the work he'd done to clear out traitors and assassins, he knew a few sleepers remained that hated him.

He could only hope that those three hadn't run afoul of anyone like that.

As much as Warriors enjoyed socializing, balls could be difficult. He was a public figure, and generally copied Zelda at these things, staying rather aloof from all the guests with a glass of wine in his hand that he rarely sipped on. The glass made it harder to sign, but it also kept people from asking him to dance, where it was impossible to sign. He only enjoyed that with people he knew and trusted.

He didn't want to dance right now, anyway. A pit burned in his stomach. Those three wouldn't have gone down easily, but no guards reported hearing anything like a fight.

"Wars," someone said, and Warriors turned to see Twilight and Hyrule, who had volunteered to do some investigative work. His heart rose, then fell at the expressions they wore.

"We found this." Twilight raised the fabric in his hand, a pleasant spring green hat.

Warriors made a face and took the hat. Legend's. He glanced up at Twilight, eyebrows raised in a question.

Twilight shrugged. "Nothing else. It was shoved under a couch in a little parlor. Wolfie tracked them down to tunnels under the castle, but there was only a single path from there to the dining room."

"I think they're outside the castle," Hyrule added. He looked rather nice, if Warriors could say so. Warriors himself had handpicked nearly everything that Hyrule wore, though Hyrule had vetoed a few things based on texture and fit. The lavender and red didn't seem like they would work together, but Hyrule's complexion brought it all together.

His news didn't make Warriors very happy. Warriors nodded and pressed his lips together, thinking. He handed the hat back to Twilight and his glass of wine off to a servant.

'We need to find them, sooner rather than later. The others?'

"We need to find them, sooner rather than later," Twilight repeated for Hyrule. He nodded. "I agree. Time and Sky are off questioning people, and Wild's wandering the castle halls."

'Alone?'

"He has Impa with him," Hyrule added, anticipating the worry.

Warriors let out a breath. He nodded again. 'There isn't much else we can do right now,' he signed, with Twilight echoing him out loud. 'Someone needs to stay here in case they get back.'

"Twi and I can go back to the tunnels," Hyrule volunteered. "Find Wolfie again, maybe, and see if there's another clue."

'Check back in here in an hour,' Warriors told them. 'So if someone else goes missing, we'll know quickly.'

The other two left, dodging dancers and serving people. The orchestra played beautiful music that lilted over everyone's heads, but at the moment, it grated on Warriors's ears.

Damn it all. He'd wanted to give them a nice evening, with an excuse to dress up, eat some indulgent food, and forget about fighting for a while. Instead, three of their brothers were missing, and nobody could relax.

A determined-looking young woman in a sky blue dress stepped around a nearby group of nobles, and Warriors hurried to go get more wine from the servants around Zelda.

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When Wind and Legend heard Four's call, they opened the closet door to see Four sitting on top of one of the noble Darby's bodyguards that had stayed behind to guard them. The bodyguard's chest rose and fell, but he didn't move.

Four, now full-sized (for him), smiled up at them like a cat, though Wind didn't think he'd appreciate the comparison. "Your bag's on the hook there, Legend," he said, pointing. "Can I get my chair back, please?"

"Yeah." Legend put his hand on the textured wallpaper to steady himself as he reached up to pick his bag off the hook by the closet door. He rummaged inside.

They were very lucky it had been dumped so close by. Wind had worried for a bit there. He went to check the bodyguard's pulse.

"You got him good," Wind said. Strong pulse, oozing head wound.

"You'd be surprised what lengths someone will go to to get a mouse out of their hair." Four sounded distracted, and accepted Legend's help getting back into his wheelchair. He didn't often use the buckle across the hips, but he did them up tonight.

Wind smiled. "That's what you did?"

"Harder than it sounds," Four laughed. He tugged the tie out of his hair and ran his fingers through it, smoothing it down somewhat. "Where to now?"

Legend shook his cane out of its collapsed state and pointed down the dim hallway. "There's noise the other way, so I say that this way is a study. We need to be stealthy."

"Oh, don't worry," Wind said as they started to move. "We're so stealthy. Did you put your cane in your bag, too?"

"Right before getting grabbed, yeah, I didn't want them to take it or break it. I put way too much effort into these enchantments."

"At least we have one weapon," Four sighed. "I'm such an idiot for leaving my sword. I should have realized that I wouldn't be able to keep my mind off of it."

Wind reached into his jacket and pulled out one of his knives, the one he'd purchased in Skyloft. It had a beautiful handle inlaid with cloud-shaped opal. "Two weapons."

Legend tucked his cane in his belt to rummage through his bag. "What do you want, Four? Fire rod? Oh, wait, Wars still has that."

"I thought we decided against arson anyway."

"We decided against heavy arson as a solution," Wind said. "A bit of fire won't hurt."

"Boomerang?" Legend asked, pulling out a yellow one.

"Sure." Four took it, hefted it, and Wind was scared now.

The three of them crept through the mansion, mostly following Legend's lead. Wind wasn't familiar with big houses like this, with dark wood paneling and themed rooms, but he figured that Legend had a bit more experience with them, since he chose doors and hallways confidently.

Wind had worried a little about Four's wheelchair being loud, but he shouldn't have. The noise came from a few jingling bits and squeak of the wheels, no more than Legend with his cane charms or Wind with the wooden click of his foot.

His stomach rumbled. He smiled sheepishly at the halfhearted sharp look Legend sent him.

They seemed to be alone in the mansion, or at least in this part of it, so Wind dared to speak.

"Hey. Legend. You mentioned a cake in your bag for a week," he whispered. "Why did you carry a cake in your bag for a week?"

"Got caught up in a fetch quest for a witch," Legend whispered back.

"A witch wanted a cake?" Four asked.

"No, she wanted frogs."

Wind grinned. Legend had a lot of stories, but he could very, very bad at telling them sometimes, especially when distracted. Like right now. "So why did you have the cake?"

"Hilda made it."

"Legend," Four sighed. "Could you start at the beginning?"

Legend glanced at him, eyes shining with a bit of mischief. "I was born on the day that cherry blossoms—"

"Legend!" Wind covered his mouth to keep in his snort.

"Okay, okay. Hilda made a cake for Zelda. Some girl friendship thing, I don't know why. I was on my way to deliver it when the witch of the woods landed right in front of me and said she needed frogs, or she'd turn me into a frog. Now, it's a documented fact that I dislike being small animals without hands—"

"It is?" Wind asked, confused.

Legend barreled on. "—and that witch can be nice but also fickle, so really, I had no choice but to leave the cake in there for a week while I found her the requisite number of frogs."

They approached a large, dark wooden door carved with stags.

"That's a fun story," Four said. "But I'm confused about the, and I quote, 'documented fact that you hate—'"

"This is the study." Legend interrupted, putting his hand on the brass door knob and turning. "We'll find our evidence in here."

Wind and Four exchanged a look. They'd press him later.

The study was dark, like most of the house, and not just because of the light. The decor itself seemed to exude an aura of malevolence, for all that it was deer- and nature-themed. Wind would have thought that it would be pretty and cute inside, but the paintings were all a bit gory, and two taxidermied deer heads hung on the walls. That in itself wasn't bad, but combined with everything else? Weird.

Legend lit the oil lamp on the desk.

"I'll check the desk," Wind said as the door closed behind them.

Legend headed for the back wall. "I've got the cabinet."

"So I'll look at everything else." Four started on the chest of drawers by the door. He opened one drawer, then picked out something tan and threw it at Wind, who caught it with his face. It smelled like coffee. "A bag to throw everything in."

Wind pulled the fabric off his face and gave Four a dirty look, receiving another catlike smile in return. With a shake of his head, Wind unfolded the conveniently-shaped tote bag and sat down in the very fancy leather armchair to look through the desk.

He saw a lot of old pens, miscellaneous scraps of paper, a few logbooks… and lots and lots of suspicious-looking receipts. He ended up piling as much as he could into the bag, feeling it get heavier and heavier with paper. Legend dropped a stack in there, too, tied with a bit of twine.

"I think that's all I can carry," Wind said once the pile in the bag reached the lip. He looped both straps over his elbow. Heavy, yes, but not to the point he couldn't carry it.

"I didn't find anything immediately incriminating." Four shut a trunk under one of the gory deer paintings and shot a distrustful look up at the frame. "Besides these. I'm weirded out."

"Let's go, then," Legend said. He left Wind with the bag and opened the study door again.

A woman stood on the other side, dressed in a servant's uniform, with narrow shoulders and a sharp chin. Her hand hovered over where the doorknob had been. She and Legend stared at each other for a moment, and then her eyes roamed around the study.

Legend slammed the door in her face and threw the deadbolt, swearing.

"Roberts?" Four guessed, his voice a hiss.

"Yep. Great timing."

Wind's heart rate rose, and he swallowed. The motion scraped up against the bruises. "Other door, then." He spun around and threw open the smaller door to the side, revealing a wide servant's staircase down to what looked like a door to the outside.

"Actually?" Wind said. "Score. We're out."

"Stairs?" Four winced, looking down.

Legend bumped the hand of his cane against the doorframe, collapsing it again, and he shoved it into his belt. "Wind, hand Four the bag, we're grabbing his chair with him in it."

"Uh…"

Wind nodded, seeing what Legend did: they didn't have time to do anything else, and Four was light enough that it would work. He dumped the bag in Four's lap and squared his shoulders.

Four engaged the brake levers on the front, locking the wheels in place, face pale but set. He wrapped his arms around the bag in his lap. "Be careful."

The big door to the study behind them clicked as, presumably, the woman worked the lock with a pick.

"Ready," Legend said, finding things to hold on the back and bottom of the chair. Wind did the same and nodded. "Go."

They lifted. The whole thing was heavier than the bag alone, but manageable with handholds and a partner. Wind had to step carefully, looking where he placed his feet. Legend called out every stair step so they descended evenly.

With two steps left, the door above them opened. Wind glanced upward to see the woman thief, Roberts, standing at the top of the stairs, face twisted. She started down the stairs after them.

Wind swore, just a bit louder, and he and Legend fell out of sync for the last few feet. Four grunted as they all but dropped him.

"Sorry, sorry," Wind said. "We gotta go."

"At the risk of sounding cliche and rude," Four said, pulling his brakes off, "duh."

Legend pulled out his cane again, yanked open the door, and shuffled the two of them out into the courtyard. Wind grabbed a nearby garden chair and wedged it under the door handle to buy them a bit more time.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Wind called, and the three of them dashed across the grassy courtyard into the dark stone city, a probably-murderous thief that abetted insurance fraud right behind them, her white servant's bonnet floating in her wake like a bird.

#my writing #linked universe #disability au #never give in 33

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pastlivesxpastlie · 4 months ago

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Yaayyyy thank u fruits!

if u wanna play: @glitterghost @rat-token (or whichever one you’re gonna do it on) @aaron-is-comatose @takemebacktocaitlyn @inv3ga

tagged by @thatxxjiyong-ssi

put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

tagging @huntingteeth @hookedhobbies @hellboundwrites @dreams-in-phosphorescence @a-s-levynn @sleepiesttoken

#wolfie’s music corner #tag game!

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perceivedregret · 1 year ago

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so it continues

written for @thefreakandthehair lex’s spicy six summer challenge! prompt was hurricane for a ronance centric fic. i'm super excited to be part of my first writing challenge! i hope folks enjoy this stand alone work that's set in the supernatural creatures au i've created. i was super lucky to have the prompt available to help motivate me to complete this idea that's been nagging at me for months. this fic takes place later in the timeline but works well enough on its own. feel free to explore the rest if you'd like, but for now!! have werewolf!nancy and witch!robin

tomorrow is closed (part one of two)

Nancy has this thing with the weather.

She’ll wake up naturally with the rise of the sun by the internal clock, or the damn wolfy-senses as Max likes to begrudgingly call it. Whether or not she got a good night’s rest the night before is besides the point. The habit only calls for a single peek between the blinds, doesn't require more than a squint behind bleary eyes to know what kind of day to expect.

It's become a sort of game for her. Every morning she makes a bet with herself. She tunes in to the local news and weather as she gets ready for the day, waits for weatherman Frank to confirm her guess.

And today is no different.

Nancy raps her knuckles lightly against the glass of the window as she watches the huddle of birds in the nest. She takes a moment to study the horizon where flashing lights illuminate the shadowy clouds, moments later accompanied by a distant roll of thunder.

Static cuts from the junk radio that sits haphazardly along the edge of her desk and Nancy flinches, the radio's feedback piercing. Fiddling with the knobs she turns down the volume until the hum of music no longer rings harshly in her ears, shifting the station to the local news and weather.

Finding the station is easy, has become an ingrained muscle memory as she only teeters back and forth between the one and the most tolerable music station she could find in college town.

Another display of flashing lights and she celebrates her win preemptively, the room further dimming. It comes in today , she thinks with a knowing grin, fingers sweeping deftly across her lashes and clearing away the sleep.

“Today's the day, huh?"

Nancy jumps at the sudden voice, hand to her chest as she spins towards the source. Robin's head peeks out from behind the door of the bathroom that connects their rooms, the upturned corner of her mouth covered in blue-white foam.

"Dammit, Buckley, you can't keep doing that, the whole…" Nancy motions vaguely between themselves, exasperation apparent in the movement. Somehow Robin smiles around the toothbrush. "It's not fair, this one-sided mind connect… thing ."

"D'as no’ 'ow id wo'ks 'nd– gib muh sec." Robin chokes out, free hand rushing to cup her chin as she tilts her head back. A raised pointer finger is the last thing Nancy sees before Robin disappears behind the door entirely, the sound of Robin spitting and the sink running sneaking through the gap.

Nancy rolls her eyes, the line of her mouth thinning as she tries to hide an endeared grin. She makes her way across her room, quick to comb her fingers through her hair. She knocks once before stepping inside but the door that leads to Robin’s room is shut, the bathroom empty. Nancy takes the opportunity to inspect herself in the mirror before going through her usual routine, not bothering to do too much since classes had already been canceled for the week.

She’s trying to tame the final loose strands of her hair when a loud thud comes from Robin's room, followed by low muttered curses one without superhuman hearing would miss. Nancy considers checking on her, gives up on the flyaways that are at constant war with the humidity and sets the hair clip just above the nap of her neck when Robin’s throat suddenly clears.

“No, it's okay, I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s just, this damn cat,” Robin mutters, followed by another succession of low ushered dammit's.

“Robin, seriously? Get out of my head!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“No you’re not,” Nancy mutters quietly around a smile, leaning into the sink to collect water in her palm. There was never any real venom behind her words, but this other game she plays demands at least a response.

Like the weather, Nancy has this thing with Robin Buckley. A back and forth, one that Nancy still doesn’t entirely understand but one she enjoys, nonetheless. But like her thing with the weather, this thing with Robin involves a game.

Nancy isn't altogether opposed to the constant intrusion that comes with the mind thing. If she’s honest with herself she finds that she rather enjoys it, delights in the fact Robin has this bit of access to her, this connection.

But if she's honest with herself on this then she'd have to further investigate why she doesn't mind. Why the constant reminder that comes in Robin’s one-sided replies sends a familiar warmth through her. A sense of longing that has itself raveled so snuggly around her it nearly smothers her.

She doesn’t have to dig too deep to know the why. The path to truth is as shallow as the empty faux-graves Hopper and the Suits had dug up for their group back in Hawkins.

Except she isn’t ready to delve into it, not after Steve or Jonathan, especially not after Barb, not yet at least. Robin is too important. After everything, the thought of ruining anything between them, most importantly their friendship, would surely kill her the way the wolf-turned-werewolf bite was meant to do all those years ago.

Instead she hides it, buries it as deep as her heart allows and hopes it's deep enough to ignore and not be uncovered, especially not by the one who is privy to her thoughts and capable of uncovering said truth.

So, Nancy has this thing with the weather and Robin Buckley. Another game, one she's determined not to lose.

Even if she's the only one playing.

Another series of thuds this time accompanied by a disgruntled yowl. Nancy eventually hears the unmistakable click of Robin’s window being unlocked and opened, followed by the scattered footsteps of the stray Robin has been so determined to save.

Satisfied with her reflection Nancy starts to make her way back to her room, now actively making an attempt to be less attuned to all things Robin and her current spout of rambling apologizes. She chances a glance outside where the growing clouds cast a shadow over the adjacent buildings, thinks she sees a white-tipped tail disappear around a corner.

Nancy has tried to befriend the grey-white Manx but her attempts to do so have proved unsuccessful. She hasn’t been able to get closer than a few feet before he’s hissing at her, the fur along his spine and tail puffing up with each spitful warning. It doesn’t help when the werewolf part of her instinctually reacts, eyes flashing a defensive yellow, the bed of her nails going numb as her claws prepare to extract.

She hopes he finds somewhere safe to hide, especially today. The cat would rather brave an incoming storm than share a space that houses four other supernatural creatures and a human witch he barely tolerates. She tries not to think about him getting caught in the coming storm.

At the sound of Robin’s door opening her heart flutters in her chest. She tries vehemently to not think about that either.

"As I was trying to say." Robin sidesteps into the room, the hinges of the door whining as she shuts it with a fuzzy-socked heel. Nancy makes an attempt to not stare as Robin leans heavily against the door.

It was a valiant two second attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.

She can’t help but let her eyes wander when Robin gives her the opportunity. Robin tips her head and her hair falls forward, presenting the crown of her now nearly blonde head that has ever so slightly lightened from the constant Florida sun.

Robin's knees knock together as she sinks against the wall, seemingly trying to make herself small under Nancy’s attention. Nancy’s eyes slowly trail up Robin's exposed legs, still surprisingly pale after all these months, her gaze coming to a stop just before she reaches her face. She takes in the oversized shirt that nearly drowns her frame, one she safely assumes belongs to Argyle for its bright colors and assortment of oddly shaped leaves.

When Nancy’s gaze does finally reach the other girl’s face, she feels her own cheeks flame pink. She doesn't need to be able to read Robin's mind to know she's been made.

Instead of calling her out on it Robin’s smirk shifts, her nose scrunching and her hands coming up defensively in front of her chest. "We've been over this, the mind thing–"

There’s a hint of nerves behind her words. Why?

"–that's not how it works, Nance. If–"

She didn’t notice, how did she– no, don’t. Stop, don’t think. Don’t think .

Robin's eyes narrow as her mouth snaps shut. Before she can start again Nancy cuts her (and herself) off with a dismissive wave and what she hopes is a reassuring smile, begs her voice to not come out as tightly as her chest feels.

"I know, you don't have to say it." Nancy directs her attention towards her desk, eyes darting over the mess of her recent project that clutters the surface. "I think of you, I end up in your head, and it makes you think of me. 'If we're both thinking about each other hard enough, we meld ,' or whatever the hell you and Steve used to call it."

“Yes, exactly! Except… no, no, not really. Me and him, that's a little different.” Robin sucks air between her teeth and Nancy looks over her shoulder, watches Robin’s head tilt left and right in consideration. “It’s just a little bit different, we–”

"I know . You two have a back and forth, we don’t. Regardless, it doesn't mean I'm used to you having access to my thoughts."

Cheater she thinks, and this time tries to think it as loudly as she can. She spares a final glance over her shoulder if only to glare teasingly before focusing on opening the lockbox that conceals her gun. A strong gust slaps against her window, the quick flash of lightning making the double action revolver she holds in her hand shine.

A mock offended gasp followed by an incredulously low muttered "I don't cheat, " from behind just barely pulls Nancy's attention. Nancy tries to suppress a chuckle as nimble fingers run over the cold metal, trigger finger aligned with the barrel.

Thumbing the release, she flicks the cylinder out of the frame to inspect the circle of wooden bullets in the chamber. Blowing air through the exposed rear of the barrel, she picks away the splinters of wood that litter the opening.

They're still not as good as Argyle's. Dammit, how does he make them so perfect, I don't– Nancy bites her tongue, uses the sting to try to rein in her thoughts again as she continues to inspect the revolver and the bullets inside.

"Ever the sore loser, Wheeler," Robin sighs as she leans back against the door, still across the room.

"Shut up, no I'm not. Besides, this is different."

"Different how? You against the weather, you against Fred and the school paper–" Nancy winces with a silent rest in peace “–now you against Henry. Well, I guess it's now you against Argyle against Henry.”

"The difference is that this is actually important. If we're ever going to take down Henry and his hounds I need to get just as good, if not better at this. The wrong sigil or the wrong shape and weight of the bullet is life and death, and death is not an option. I need to get this right."

Robin whistles low. Nancy can picture the scrunch of her nose without having to look back. "Okay, yeah, you're right. That– it's different."

I'm always right, cheater, Nancy thinks with a smirk, knows not to speak or else expose her amusement.

"Except I don't cheat, so you're not actually always right. But, honestly, this weather game you've got going on… I don't know Nance, this one feels a little teeny-tiny bit like cheating. The weather man's been talking about this storm all week."

"No! I mean, yes, technically he has, but they're still not sure if it’s going to hit us as a tropical storm or a hurricane. I obviously don’t want it to be anything more than a storm, but my bet is hurricane.

"It's been light showers and tropical storm force winds all week, but today is the day. They’re going to announce it picked up over the Atlantic, you watch. Florida weather is already so unpredictable and–"

As if on queue the emergency alarm system blares through the speakers of her radio and Nancy nearly jumps out of her skin, making Robin cackle.

"Shut up. You know my hearing is different from yours," Nancy mutters around her own fit of giggles, lowering the volume as Frank's static voice cuts through. He announces fervently the list of counties that are under tropical storm advisories, including theirs, urging everyone to begin any last minute prep for the fast approaching storm if they haven't already.

"Tropical storm? What- I was so sure it was going to upgrade overnight. I mean, obviously I’m not saying I want a category five or anything, but not even a CAT one?” Nancy mutters with a pout, turning the volume down to a low buzz.

“I know it’s not the Once in a Lifetime Hurricane you were expecting, but a storm is coming in today. As your unofficial ref, I say you won today’s bet.”

“Yeah okay,” Nancy says with a self-deprecating roll of her eyes, the corners of her mouth slipping into a sheepish grin. It's dumb, I know.

"Nothing you do is dumb, Wheeler," Robin says quietly around a chuckle, her hands rising preemptively in apology. But, Nancy doesn't comment on it, can't bring herself to act peeved at the intrusion, instead allows herself a genuine smile.

Nancy’s amusement is only short lived. She redirects her attention towards the gun still in her hand, knocking the wooden bullets out of the extractor and onto her desk where she rolls one of the crudely carved bullets underneath her fingers, unimpressed by her own work.

Another crack of lightning illuminates the room, this time the accompanying crash of thunder following sooner than it had before. With a resigned sigh Nancy reaches out to change the station, today’s bet against the weather officially over.

Dreams starts sifting through the speakers and Nancy tenses, looks over in time to catch the look that masks Robin's face the moment the song registers. Her fingers are immediately back on the dial.

"It’s okay. You don't have to change it, it's fine," Robin says, voice soft.

Nancy hesitates. "Are you sure? I don’t mind changing it."

"No… I mean, yeah? Shit." Robin mutters. After a moment that feels like an eternity passes her eyes slip shut, a pained wince shadowing her features as Stevie Nick's floaty vocals carry their way around the room.

Nancy's fingers twitch, itching to reach out and turn the radio off all together. Instead she waits, barely flinching at the crack of thunder that seems to shake the entire complex. Robin exhales a shaky breath with another low muttered curse. Eventually she nods, opens her eyes as the instrumental breaks and her gaze immediately locks on Nancy.

Nancy watches as the harsh lines between her brows melt away with the slow guitar bridge, Nancy’s own heartbeat moving with the faster drum beat. Robin takes a shallow breath, steadier, and she clears her throat.

"Honestly, I’ve kinda missed this. It used to drive me absolutely bonkers trying to understand how two complete flower children like my parents could have ended up stranded in a town like Hawkins. I used to dream of life after seventeen, ya know... Bella Donna promised a life of adventure.

"But then I turned seventeen and our lives went to shit... What I’d give to come home and find my mom in the middle of our living room, stoned, dancing to Fleetwood Mac."

Robin sniffs quietly with a quick succession of teary blinks that makes Nancy’s own heart ache as she thinks of her own family back home. She wants to take the steps that will carry her across the room, wants to take Robin's hands in her own, help carry the pain that's all too familiar, to hold her.

She doesn't. She musters up what she hopes is an encouraging smile. Robin grins back, line of her mouth tight before she resigns herself to looking out the window. Nancy takes it with a quick swipe to her nose before she turns back to her desk.

They remain silent for a while.

Nancy goes over the carvings, jotting down notes for later. The only noise that fills the space is the music from the radio, her pen scratching along the paper, and the occasional clank as she snaps the barrel of the revolver in and out of the frame.

They remain content in the quiet as the chorus of thunder continues to crack in the distance.

After some time Nancy turns her head to prop her chin onto her own shoulder. In the safety of shadowed light, she allows herself to look.

Robin is looking out the window, watching the angry dark clouds continue to creep in across the sky. The coming storm casts shadows and light across her face. If Nancy focuses hard enough she can almost see the reflection of it in her eyes.

Heavy rain starts to fall and the room darkens even further, heat from the little bit of sun the day had to offer slowly dissipating. The wind howls and Nancy can only just hear the birds in their nest, their silent chirps nearly hidden behind the sound of the wind as the tree that houses their nest trembles.

"I'm not cheating, by the way."

Nancy speaks suddenly, her voice soft. Robin turns to look at her. When her brows pull together and her lips pout in question Nancy has to look away. She focuses on Robin's hands, her fingers interlocked and laid against her stomach.

Nancy chokes on a swallow, attempts to hide it with a cough as she turns back to her desk. “Today, the storm. I'm using context clues, taking the hints nature has to offer. It’s Journalism 101. ‘Don’t just ask if it’s raining; go look .’

"You, though, hearing my thoughts with all your witchy magic? That's definitely cheating."

"Fair point,” Robin murmurs with a chuckle. "In my defense, Wheeler, if you don't want me to have access to your thoughts, have you considered…"

Nancy hums when Robin doesn't continue, half focused on cleaning up the mess of her desk. She shuffles note cards of the sigils she's been learning and stacks them neatly atop a book of supernatural studies.

She continues to skim the titles of cut out newspaper articles she's been using to track Henry and his pack as she waits. After no response she shoves them unceremoniously below the pile of neatly handwritten pages dotted with information she's picked up about the hybrids from Argyle.

She's inspecting the edge of her blade when she hums again. A nudge. The other part of her, the most demanding part, is still waiting, reverted to being completely attuned to all things Robin Buckley. She tampers the fluttering in her chest, or at least she tries to as she sets down the dagger and unearths a random article, tries to settle her nerves and focus on the words on the page.

The door creaks as Robin finally pulls herself away from it and Nancy’s stomach swoops as the energy shifts inside the room, mirroring to the torrent that plays outside.

She can hear the pop as Robin pulls on her fingers, the way she shakes her hand out. Robin spins the ring on her thumb as she makes her way across the room with a ghost of a smile on her lips, one Nancy knows is there without having to look back.

Another passing moment and Nancy clears her throat. Have I considered what? She thinks, doesn't trust her voice to not give her away.

"Have you, Nancy Wheeler, considered…" Robin's voice is low, scratchy, and it sends a shiver down Nancy's spine. The articles crinkle in her hands as she makes a desperate physical grab for control of her nerves.

The lights flicker and Nancy shudders. Nancy inhales deeply as Robin approaches from behind. She closes her eyes, sinks into the familiar scent and warmth that washes over.

"Have you considered not thinking about me?" Robin's voice is barely a whisper.

Nancy nods, perfect brows pulling together with a dazed shake of her head because- "Of course I have."

"So, why don't you?"

I can't.

"Why not?"

Because I'm pretty sure I’m in love with you.

part two soon!

#LexsSummerFanworksChallenge #ronance #ronance fic #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #it's a hurricane of emotions is what it is #god im so excited to break them soon <3 (im lying im actually dreading it)#supernatural creatures au #3.4k words #my*stuff

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loving-barnes · 2 years ago

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Vendetta 2 - Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: Smut, angst (minors dni, only 18+)

Author’s note: Welcome to season two. I hope you will like it. Please, leave a comment. I want to know what you think.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Word count: 3100+

Vendetta 2 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)

Let’s make some noise for the birthday girl!

The crowd started to scream and whistle as they waved at Y/N from the dance floor. The DJ was playing all of her favourite songs, as requested. There was champagne and confetti as well as all the people she loved and cared about. All she wanted was for them to have a good time.

She was sitting in a sparkling slutty silver dress in the VIP section with the perfect view of the entire club. Yelena was smoking a second joint of the night with Sam. Y/N noticed the two of them got closer over time, but she didn’t question that or teased her about it. Maybe they were just fucking and that was it.

Warm lips pressed against her neck and she purred like a cat. “I love that sound,” Bucky said to her ear as he pressed another kiss right under her earlobe. “I want you to purr for me, pretty girl.”

She giggled and turned her head to him, smiling. “Only you can make me purr like this,” she winked at him and pressed her crimson-red lips onto his in a deep kiss.

“Let’s dance,” Yelena shouted suddenly and jumped on her feet. “I love this song, come on, Y/N,” she reached for her hand and pulled her up, making Bucky growl. “Oh, hush, she’ll be yours in a few minutes. Relax, Wolfie.”

Y/N laughed at that. Before Yelena could take her to the dance floor, she leaned forward to Bucky. She put a bright smile on her face and suddenly pulled down the front of the dress and flashed him. Her breasts were right in front of his face. “Fuck,” he bit his lower lip. He wanted to put them into his mouth.

“These are all yours later tonight, but now, I want to be with my girl,” and she fixed the fabric, covering herself up. The way he was looking at her made her laugh. She even had to close his mouth because something would fly right into it.

As both women walked away from the VIP zone, Steve returned with another bottle of champagne and poured all the glasses full. “What did I miss?” he asked when he saw Bucky’s fucked face.

“I have the best wife,” Bucky commented and took the glass, drinking the liquid in one go. “I have the best wife with the perfect set of boobs.”

Steve raised a brow, confused. “Okay,” he said and sat down next to his best friend. “I don’t get it but fine.”

“She just flashed me,” Bucky laughed and wiped the corner of his mouth. He could feel a drop of saliva there. “Damn, I am one lucky son of a bitch.”

His eyes were locked on Y/N’s dancing body. Both Yelena and she were enjoying the music, singing and dancing their troubles away – no wonder. The last few months were difficult for everyone. Three warehouses, which belonged to Foxes, exploded and no one knew who was behind them.

Bucky took out a cigarette and lit it up. He relaxed on the couch and kept his eyes on his woman – the perfect woman on the entire planet. He had to admit, the way she was dancing with Yelena, made his pants too tight. They were touching and rubbing against one another making his dick twitch. He wasn’t jealous. It was hot.

His eyes lingered on her body as he kept checking out every move she made. Her hips were swaying, her breasts were bouncing and she kept touching her body. The colours reflected on her dress. She was like a dream – a wet one.

That was until he noticed two men approaching them. Under any other circumstances, Y/N would already punch them or put a knife under their necks. To his surprise, she hugged the blond, muscular one with a wide smile and then the man next to him. He had longish black hair and wore a dark green suit.

Suddenly, the group was coming to the VIP section. Steve looked at his boss, trying to find some answers. As he found out, Bucky knew nothing about them.

“Hey,” Y/N waved at Bucky and his men. “Look who came to visit New York on my birthday,” she pointed at the two men. “These are the Odinsons from the Asgardian clan. They rule the whole west coast.”

Bucky stood up with a stern face and shook hands with both of them. “Of course, Thor and Loki,” he said their names with a deeper voice. I’ve heard about you. Impressive work, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Thor smiled and took a seat at the end of the couch. “I can say the same about you. Your father was a legend but you will beat him soon.”

Y/N took a seat next to Bucky and crossed her legs. Immediately, Bucky’s hand was on top of her thigh, holding it firmly. He had to send them a message that she was his. Yelena took a seat by her best friend and Sam, pouring everyone drinks.

“Cheers to the birthday girl,” Sam shouted as he raised the glass and everyone followed.

“Y/N,” Loki said her name and pointed at the glass she was holding. “Come on, that is not how we drink together,” and he pulled out a lighter, lighting up his shot.

She laughed and let him light her drink. “You are right. Cheers, Loki,” they clank their glasses and drank the fire-y liquid in one go.” Sam whistled, Yelena clapped her hands and Bucky was not impressed at all.

In the past, she mentioned something about them. She knew them and had a fine relationship with them. But the way Loki was staring at her, made Bucky want to throw a punch into his pale face. He knew hungry eyes when he saw one.

“Why are you here?” Y/N asked them.

“Business and vacation,” Thor answered.

“What kind of business?” Bucky had to ask.

“We have a guy here who own us a lot of money,” Loki explained. “And because he doesn’t want to pay, we are here for his wife – you know, to give him a push to do something about it before she loses all of her beautiful fingers.”

Yelena’s body violently shivered. “I always said you two are twisted – especially you, Loki.”

“Guilty,” he laughed at it. “And while we take our time with this person, we will enjoy New York.”

“And because it is your birthday,” Thor pointed at Y/N, “we wanted to see you.”

The conversation was interrupted by a waiter holding a big chocolate cake with many candles and singing Happy Birthday to Y/N. The whole club chanted together, and even the music stopped. The cake was put on the table, right in the middle of it. Happy Birthday Y/N was written with white chocolate and it was surrounded by candles. It was adorable.

The whistling and shouting started again once the singing was over and she blow off the candles. People kept clapping their hands for her. Yelena pulled Y/N into a tight hug and give her kisses all over her face. Then, it was Bucky’s turn to kiss her – and he did, passionately for everyone to see. He pulled her onto his lap and smacked his lips against hers. His tongue kept battling with hers, tasting every corner of her mouth.

“I love you,” he said when their lips disconnected. “Happy birthday my beautiful girl.”

. . .

She was clutching the sheets tightly in her hands. Her mouth was wide open as moans of pleasure kept escaping her throat. Bucky was between her legs, licking and nibbling on her pussy. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs just to keep her down and enjoy the feast.

“James, fuck,” she called his name. “I’m going to cum. Please, please, keep going.”

He listened to her plea, working even harder to bring her to her peak. He found a perfect spot on her clit that made her go feral. He focused on that particular spot, sucking until he could hear her cry. Y/N’s body was shaking from the orgasm. One of her hands found his hair and tugged on it.

“Fuck, yes,” she kept breathing loudly. “Holy shit, that was so good.”

“You taste so good, baby,” he kissed her navel and pulled himself up so he could reach her lips. When he started to kiss her, something awakened inside her and she kept grinding against his hard length that was pressed between her legs. “Does my princess need more?” he asked and moved to her neck where he left a fresh hickey. “I believe I wore you out pretty good after we came home from the party.”

“I think I need more,” she whined. “I want your cock again, Bucky.”

“Such a dirty, horny little girl,” he smiled at her.

As he was about to bury himself deep inside her wet pussy, the knocking on the bedroom door interrupted them. “Boss?” it was Barton. “We have a situation.”

“Shit,” he cursed. “I am in a middle of a situation so fuck off.”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important,” Clint sighed. “Y/N, the meth lab you had on the east border, was destroyed this morning.”

“What?!” she almost jumped out of the bed, ready to get out of the room naked. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I wish I was,” said Clint. “Nick Fury is also looking for you. He’s fed up with the mess that’s been happening. He needs to talk to you.”

The news sucked. They both had to get up and start working whether they liked it or not. “Such a cockblocker,” said Bucky, annoyed by the whole situation. “I was about to fuck you real good, baby. I wanted to fill you up and watch as it leaks from your hole.”

“I know,” she stroked his cheek lovingly. “Unfortunately, I have another emergency and I honestly don’t know what I’m about to do. That meth lab was such a good business. The money was beautiful.”

She went into the walk-in wardrobe and took out clothes for both of them – something casual and comfortable. While she was dressing up, Bucky kept eyeing her, enjoying the view. “I love when I undress you, but this is also sexy,” he chuckled.

“Enjoy the view while you can,” she said with a smirk on her face.

As if the morning couldn’t get any more hectic, Y/N’s phone started to ring. When she looked at the name, she smacked her forehead with her hand. “Oh, no,” she sighed and picked up the phone. “Darcy, I am so sorry, I totally forgot,” she apologized.

Darcy was an architect and an interior designer. She was working on the reconstruction of Y/N’s home for some months. The last person that worked on the project sucked and Y/N managed to find someone with good taste.

Darcy: That’s all right, Miss Fox. I want you to come down to the house for the check-up before we move further with the reconstruction.

“Can you please hold on the line? I’ll be right back,” and she muted the call. Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s. “I already hate this day. What more can happen today? I totally forgot.”

“Hey,” he approached her and stroked her shoulders reassuringly. “If you want, I can drive to the house and meet with Darcy,” he offered. “I think, you need to see Fury as soon as possible and deal with that. He can be a son of a bitch if people are not following his requests.”

She smiled at him. “You would do that for me?” she tilted her head, looking at him like a puppy. “You’d go to the house and deal with Darcy?”

“Of course, anything for you, doll,” he nodded and kissed her forehead. “Once I’m done at the house, I’ll call you and we can meet later… finish what we started,” he winked at her.

With a quick peck on his lips, she went back to the phone call. “Darcy, we’ll be there in an hour, if that’s all right.”

Darcy: All right, I will see you in an hour.

Once they finished dressing up and cleaned their teeth in the bathroom, they ran into the kitchen where they were met with sleeping Yelena. She was thrown on the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand, snoring.

“Lenka,” Bucky patted her shoulder. “Wake up, Lenka.”

She almost fell off the barstool when she discovered Barnes standing above her. “Holy shit, what time is it?” she rubbed her eyes and face.

“It’s almost lunchtime and we have a big problem,” Y/N grabbed Yelena’s coffee and drank half of it. It was already cold.

“The only problem I have is that you have taken my coffee,” the blonde frowned at her boss and yanked the cup from her hands. “What a night,” she mumbled under her nose.

“Woman, wake up,” Y/N nudged her shoulder. “The meth lab is gone and I need to talk to Fury.”

“What?” she gasped. “What do you mean it is gone? What happened?”

“Explosion,” said Y/N. “And Fury is fed up. I need you to go with Wade to the lab and check it out – secure the perimeter and try to find anything that would help us solve this mystery,” she reached into the cabinet and took out a clean glass. She poured cold water into it and drank it in one go. Bucky then took the glass and did the same.

“Can I take Scott? I can’t drive. I’m too fucked out,” she sighed and massaged her nape.

“I wanted to take him, but, sure, he’s all yours.”

“Take Clint,” Bucky patted Y/N’s shoulder. “I can drive since I didn’t drink as much as you did. You were the birthday girl after all,” he kissed her cheek. “Once I’m at your house, I’ll call you if anything.”

When they said their goodbyes, Clint drove Y/N to see Fury, Yelena and Scott went to the destroyed meth lab and Bucky drove to Y/N’s house which was under reconstruction.

The ride to Y/N’s house took some time due to heavy traffic. Bucky kept checking his watch, annoyed that drivers kept honking at each other as someone in the very front kept them waiting. He was listening to the radio, humming the tunes of the song that was on.

Here and there, his phone would light up and before he could notice the notification, his eyes locked on the picture where his beloved girlfriend, well, wife, was. A smile appeared on his lips. Somehow, he still couldn’t believe that things were working out between them. He was madly in love and his men could tell.

There was a simple text from Y/N: Lunch with everyone back in the apartment? How about Chinese take-out? <3

She knew him well. They both loved Chinese food and truth be told, he was craving some. The convoy of cars started to move. Quickly, he sent her a red heart and locked the phone. His ride could continue again.

As he was approaching her house, he felt some sort of heaviness inside his body. He didn’t know why, all of a sudden, this unpleasant feeling came and it got worse once he stepped out of the car. Bucky frowned and turned around. He couldn’t see anyone there – no cars, trucks, or people in general, working there.

He checked his watch. It was two in the afternoon. Was it possible they all were taking a lunch break?

His intuition made him take out the gun and slowly walked to the front door. They were unlocked. Swiftly, he opened the door and pointed the gun inside. Then, when he checked the perimeter and found out no one was present, he lowered the gun a little. And yet, that feeling never went away.

“Miss Lewis?” he called the woman’s name. “Darcy? Are you here?” There was no answer. It seemed that the house was empty.

Again, the feeling never went away.

Bucky took out his phone with his free hand and called Steve. Slowly, step by step, he walked through the hallway. Everything was a mess. The stairs were half done; the entrance to the dining room didn’t exist anymore. The place was covered in dust and smelled like concrete and alcohol.

Steve: What’s up?

“I don’t know,” he replied, still walking around the place carefully. “Something’s not right.”

Steve: Should we come over?

Bucky approached the kitchen. All the counters and equipment were gone and the walls were stripped of their painting. “Yeah. Take Sam and come here as soon as possible. No one is here. Lunch break was over an hour ago.”

Steve: We are on our way. We should be there in twenty-five minutes. Shall I call a backup? I believe some of the boys are closer to you. Maybe even Scott.

That’s when he heard it. The tiny sound that was coming from the walls. His heart started to beat fast and the adrenaline that was already running through his body heightened. “Uh,” he couldn’t muster a word.

Steve: Buck?

He came closer to the nearest wall that divided the kitchen and a newly made pantry. This time, the sound was louder and it was a ticking sound. Once he realized what was happening, the sound accelerated. “Shit!” and he was already on the run. “There’s a bomb! It’s about to-“

It went off. The whole place exploded, throwing him somewhere into the wall and then on the ground. He was too close to the explosion. One by one, the rooms were damaged and under fire. The entire place was covered in smoke and ashes.

In one second everything changed.

When Bucky’s eyes opened slightly, he noticed a tall person in a mask walking away from him. He didn’t know who it was. He wasn’t sure if it was a man or a woman. But they were holding something that he couldn’t recognize. What grabbed his attention was a weird sensation coming from the left side of his body. But he didn’t have the energy to turn and look. His body was in shock that he didn’t feel any pain.

Bucky closed his eyes and let it all consume him. Somewhere in the back, he could hear screams coming his way. People would say, that life would flash before their eyes before they die. In his case, the last thing he saw was Y/N’s smiling face.

Chapter two

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