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jadoue1999 · 4 years ago

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Wanda and the life she deserved (she’ll make sure of it) Chapter 8

Summary: In honor of the amazing bob that is ¨Agatha all along¨, this chapter is from Agatha’s point of view! Find out how this century old witch deals with the event of Westview and how Peter ended up wearing the damn necklace in the first place! (Still pissed we never got an explanation for that) Please enjoy!

Previous parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, epilogue

Chapter 8: Agatha all along

Agatha had felt it in the air, a disturbance. A pulling force seemingly ripping through anything that should normally stop it. Similar to what created Westview, but this one was more contained, and a lot further. She did what any sane witch would do in her situation and rerouted the spell. A classic. Not interfering with anything, just taking what’s already there and changing the landing point. She didn’t have to wait long, soon, a young man with silver hair dropped on the stone floor. Agatha looked at the newcomer with amusement, Wanda couldn’t have done that, could she? Had the witch been so lost in grief that she ripped away a version of her brother? As the stranger stirred, she quickly hid in the shadows, first impressions were important after all. He cracked his eyes open and gripped his head in pain, the landing had to have been rough. She let him look around her dark dungeons, it was all about timing. She walked forward, slowly coming into view of the man.

“Well,” she started, amusement coloring her voice, “I see Wanda is getting desperate.”

The stranger eyed her with suspicion, slowly trying to get up to his feet. “Where am I?”

“I didn’t bring you here if that’s what you mean. Your unhinged sister did.”

“Lorna?” Agatha felt that the stranger had wanted to say another name, but it was apparently painful. Good, she could play with that.

“No dear, your twin,” she paused, reveling in his surprise and shock, followed by anger. She scoffed, “well, not technically, but details, details.”

The man rose up to his feet quicker than anyone should be able to. Check for superspeed, definitely Wanda’s brother. He was still a little disoriented, so it wasn’t hard for Agatha to pluck him mid-step and bind him to the walls. The magic in the vines would be enough to contain him. She smirked as a series of curse words left his lips as he fought his bonds. Knowing there was no need for show now, she quickly casted a mind control spell on the man.

Only for it to dissipate as soon as it reached him.

The witch frowned and tried again, to no avail. She tried reaching into his mind, only to find his thoughts flying at a thousand miles. She couldn’t get a grip, no matter how hard she concentrated. She opened her eyes to find that a migraine was now piercing through her skull. She tried her best to ignore it as she smirked. “Well, aren’t you a little problem?”

“My life’s purpose,” snarked the man.

Oh, he had spirit. She loved when they fought back, it made it all worthwhile when they finally broke.

“Now, Pietro-“

“Name’s Peter.”

“Peter, you get to be the lucky guest star of the show,” Agatha announced, smugness in her voice. “Not only that, but I’m also going to give you a very secret mission.” The speedster glared at her, clearly not interested in her proposition. Tough crowd, I see. Nevertheless, she continued. “You see, I need information about a certain someone, you’ll be my eyes and ears.”

Peter scoffed at her plan, “not gonna happen, lady. You see, I’m part of a team, and they’ll notice I’m gone and when they do, they’ll-“

Agatha quickly casted a spell to stop his rambling. She found great satisfaction in seeing the man trying to talk. The panicked look on his face when he realized that no sound was coming out would definitely be a precious memory to look back upon. She walked over to the altar and opened the Darkhold. The spell book had to be containing tips or tricks to deal with speedsters. After a bit of looking, she found the few pages concerning this special type of power. She quickly read through the many tips and warning before finding what she was looking for.

“Hm,” scoffed Agatha, narrowing her eyes at the mutant as she closed the book. “I think the thing you need, is something much more tangible than a simple spell. Your brain is too fast, I need something real to make it last.”

With a wave of her hand, a necklace appeared in her hand. It looked simple enough, there was about a dozen wooden beads with white shells. Agatha plucked a hair out of Peter’s head and began chanting in a language he couldn’t understand. The jewelry began to glow purple, Peter stared at it, uncertain of what was happening. Then, the witch took a step forward and that’s when he started struggling. Panicking is more accurate. All she could see was a moving blur, but it didn’t matter. She tightened the vine’s hold on him, the pain momentarily immobilizing the speedster. Those few seconds was all she needed to hook the necklace around his neck. She let his voice return as the memories of Wanda’s brother assaulted his mind, his screams echoing off the walls. It didn’t take long for the spell to take over him, Agatha released his bonds and led him upstairs. As they walked up the stairs, his clothes changed from a silver jacket and a band shirt to a black jacket with a purple Hawaiian shirt.

She walked him outside, in front of Wanda’s house and nudged him forward with her magic; giving him the autonomy to fulfill his role.

Agatha smirked as she watched Wanda welcome him into her home, her plan would work; she would get her answers.

...

The contact had been lost. Ever since Halloween night, Agatha had lost her eyes and ears into Wanda’s house. She assumed she had casted him out or returned him to his dimension.

Imagine her surprise when he appeared out of nowhere, literally. She had been there for the twins, but the game had just become much more interesting. She eyed him carefully, noting how the necklace was still in place. Even though she couldn’t understand how he was still there, she acted like nothing was wrong. “Well, hello! I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” she held out a hand, “I’m Agnes, your neighbor to the right, my right not yours!”

The speedster didn’t seem to recognize her, which she was ever so thankful for. The memory spell she had casted back when he arrived was still doing its job. She had originally come for Wanda’s children, but getting her brother too was quite tempting. She quickly made her choice and turned to Wanda, faking worry. She proposed taking Tommy and Billy to give her a break, something Wanda seemed to find scandalous. Agatha reassured her; it wouldn’t be a problem. Plus, she could use her brother for repairs.

She quickly got what she came here for, but the speedster refused to come. A flash of anger flared through her, she needed Wanda at her most vulnerable, how dare he try to foil her plan?

Still, benevolent as she was, she let it slip. She had the boys anyway; she’d take care of him later.

...

Saying the twins were worried about their mom was an understatement, she could hear their worried thoughts all the way in the kitchen. Agatha was fixing them sandwiches, her neighbors were still at risk of suddenly joining her, she had to keep up the facade a little longer. Screaming from the outside distracted her from the boys. Not that they needed a caretaker; they were sitting on her couch, watching TV while eating the food she had just given them.

“I’ll go check up on your mom, alright? I’ll be right back.”

Wanda was with the woman she had banished a few days ago. The screaming she had heard had now seemed to turn into a heartfelt conversation. Not good. She quickly shooed away the lady, leading Wanda to her house, she beamed on the inside. Finally, she would learn her secret, finally she’ll get her powers. She’ll drain her of everything she got, yes and once that would be done, she’d-

“Thanks Agnes, I don’t know what was up with her,” said Pietro.

Oh, that simply wouldn’t do. How did he keep appearing at the most inconvenient times? She put up her friendly neighbor facade, but inside she was fuming. When asked about the twins, she assured them that they were fine. For now. Knowing she wouldn’t get Wanda at the moment; she reminded the troublesome speedster of the tasks she needed him for. She glared at them as she watched them walk away. Still, not everything was lost; she still had the Minimoffs in her grip. Time to get to work.

“How’s the show going boys?” Agatha cheerily asked. She didn’t listen to their answers as she placed a hand behind each of the boy’s head. She quietly muttered her spell, smirking as the twin’s bodies slowly relaxed and their eyes closed. Once she was sure they were fully asleep, she took each of them in her basement, shoving them into a cell. A noise upstairs startled her, but she grinned when the newcomer spoke.

“Agnes, I’m here!” Pietro’s voice echoed. She quickly walked up the stairs.

“Oh! You arrived just in time; I just discovered a leaky pipe in the basement. I really don’t want mold growing down there!” She laughed and gestured at the man to follow her. Excitement building in her stomach as all the pieces slowly fell into place. After him, she’d only need Wanda.

As they ventured down the stairs, she could feel his anxiety growing. She assumed his subconscious also remembered his previous incursion in the basement, but she couldn’t be sure about it. Still, Agatha could feel his senses on high alert as they reached her lair.

At that, Pietro spoke up. “Where are my nephews?” he asked, slowly getting more aggressive after each word.

“Indisposed, at the moment I’m afraid,” Agatha replied. With a flick of her hand, he was levitating in the air, restrains on his hands and feet. The lack of contact with any surface made his struggling useless. She approached him, eyeing him curiously. He was definitely still under a spell, there was no Peter present, only Pietro. Nothing he was wearing seemed out of the ordinary. Agatha looked at the necklace on his neck with suspicion, something was... different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. The jewelry was the same original piece, nothing had been changed. Then why did she lose contact? She wondered. Then it clicked.

“Oh, that little witch,” smirked Agatha. “She changed the spell. Well, we can fix that.”

She went to remove the necklace, but a burning sensation made her gasp. She looked at her hand in shock, there was no bruise, but it was definitely hurting. When did Wanda learn to protect her spells like that? She brushed her hand against her shirt, trying to get rid of the sensation before looking at her neighbor’s not brother. He seemed oblivious to what had just happened, the necklace apparently wasn’t hurting him. That meant that Wanda probably discovered his real identity, but why keep him around if he was a fake? That could only mean one thing: she was so lost in grief that she had kept him at her side even knowing it was a trick.

“Now Pietro, your nephews might be here,” she started, catching the man’s attention, “but that doesn’t mean they’re safe.” Agatha approached the speedster and gripped his chin. “That depends entirely on you. You see, I need a lookout, someone to make sure that I will not be disturbed when your sister gets here. You happen to fit the part nicely, with your superspeed. No one can run from you.”

The man scoffed, “how do you know I won’t just tell Wanda and she’ll take care of you?”

“Your sister might protect you from my magic, but that doesn’t apply to her children. One wrong move on your part and they pay the price.”

She let him consider her offer, already knowing his answer. It’s not like he had much of a choice. Either he played sentinel, or she would keep him here and make things even worse for Wanda. Shutting his eyes, he reluctantly agreed. Agatha smiled as she released him, he was about to leave but she spoke up. “If you happen to catch anyone, you take them in the attic. You stay with them. I might not have control over your person, but you’ll find it impossible to leave this house unless I want you to.”

The speedster was gone in a flash. She wished she could have taunted him with the truth, but she was fairly certain his sister’s magic wouldn’t have let it. With the power she possessed, she doubts he’d even remember if she told him he was from a different universe.

The sound of her doorbell pulled her from her thoughts. Wanda was here. Time to get this show on the run.

...

Notes: Agatha is very fun to write and since I only wanted one chapter in her point of view, you get a chapter that double the usual lenght! Thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

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poisonepel · 5 years ago

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School Uniform Story Notes ✨ (1/2)

this is for the people like me who can never remember which story a certain scene you’re trying to find came from 💢 and for anyone else who just wants to know what happened 😭😭

Part 1: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia Part 2: Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia (coming soon!)

Riddle 🌹 There’s No Drawback to Not Knowing

Ace and Cater discuss which phone cases are in style right now; Riddle doesn’t know anything about the latest trends but he’s fine with that because it makes no difference to him. When Ace tries to explain them, Riddle repeats that it’s not important and snaps at them to go somewhere else. Once they leave, he mutters to himself that he’ll look into them later.

They mention that a paper talking about new discoveries in the history of the Land of Hot Sands was published (which affected everyone’s history tests) 👀 I wonder if that involved Jafar at all

Riddle doesn’t check the results of his exams because he knows he always gets 100%

Cater’s phone case is considered trendy right now lmaoo

Ace mentions wanting a phone case design featuring creatures with “fuzzy heads and legs growing out of their eyes” (the momeraths??)

Ace ♥ Such an Honest Freshman

Ace helps Trey carry back groceries from the store, under the guise of wanting a piece of pie with lots of cherries on it in return. Trey suspects that he wants more than just some cherry pie—Ace ends up spilling that he wanted Trey to tell him which topics would be covered on their history tests.

Ace’s brother is 7 years older than him, and used to take him lots of places together 🥺

Trey usually reads or does homework to pass time at the dorm; he didn’t slack off even as a freshman because he knew Riddle would be coming the year after and he didn’t want Riddle to be angry with his grades 😂

Trey used to make sweets for his little siblings when they pestered him for them!! And he’s been helping around his family’s bakery since he was little

Deuce ♠ One With the Wind

Ace can’t decide which club he wants to join since they all sound tempting. Deuce mentions he joined track and field because there was no Magical Wheel club, which gets him started on a tangent about how much he loves those motorcycles and how he can’t believe Ace has never even touched one.

Deuce tried to open a Magical Wheel Lovers Club but Crowley rejected it

When he was little, Deuce used to get Magical Wheel magazines and admire all the models 😂😂

Magical Wheels are fueled by the drivers’ magic power 👀

Deuce loves the high-speed feeling of “becoming one with the wind” (ie. going really fast on a motorcycle, also sprinting and things for track and field)

Cater ♦ The Portrait of Rosalia

Cater tries to get Kalim and Leona to join a party to keep the lonely portrait Rosalia company. The truth is, he just wanted to put Rosalia in a good mood so she’d share what would be on the next history test with him.

Rosalia hangs in the west school building (the rose in the west wing??), near the staff room and has been there for years; she knows stories about magift tournaments from the past.

Cater implies he knows some secrets about Kalim 🤔

Mentions that Leona comes from a ‘ladies first’ culture

Trey ♣ Open Your Mouth

The Queen has a rule saying that if you eat turkey for dinner, you must brush your teeth two times that night. Ace tries to get away with only brushing once, but Trey catches him and asks both him and Deuce to let him smell their breath to make sure they both brushed at least once already; then he apologizes because he used to do that with his little siblings and it became a habit. He proceeds to give them detailed advice about brushing their teeth.

I didn’t like this one lmao it felt kind of pointless

But anyway Trey knows weirdly thorough tooth-brushing techniques, a lot about teeth in general, and has multiple brushes for focusing on different parts of his mouth 🦷

Leona 🦁 I Grew Up Spoiled

Vil needs Leona to take some pictures with him for the school newspaper. Although reluctant at first, he eventually agrees because Vil won’t stop annoying him about it. Before they go to the shoot, Vil notices one of the buttons on Leona’s vest is coming off and offers him his sewing supplies to fix it. But Leona says if he wants it fixed he should just do it himself (also Leona grew up spoiled and doesn’t know how to sew). Vil gets really salty with his attitude and says he’ll only do it because he needs “his props” to look pristine.

They’re both super catty with each other 😂

At one point Vil said the button wasn’t the right one and asked for a different one; Leona handed him a new one and said “Oh btw this is a magic button, it always comes back even if it comes off.” Vil was like “????” and Leona explained sometimes he’ll leave his clothes that lost a button in his room, and he’ll find it later with this button sewed back on again

Vil said it’s probably Ruggie who quietly sews them back on for him 😭😭 but smh Leona just replied “Oh well same deal, it always comes back”

Jack 🐺 I’ll Expose Your Crimes!

Jack smells something weird in the cafeteria and decides to go investigate. The smell first leads him to the Leech twins; he wrestles Floyd for this suspicious briefcase that they have (turns out there was just a beauty serum inside that they were bringing to a customer). Then Jack realizes the smell was actually coming from Epel; he forcibly pulls a container out from Epel’s jacket pocket and finds... several types of onion product in there (Jack hates onions). Epel reveals he’s been hiding the onions because Vil is forcing him to eat really bland food and the onions help give them flavor.

Jack suspected the smell was a chemical leak in the school and his first thought was “I won’t be able to get in today’s workout!!” sir,,,,,

His sense of smell gets immensely better in his wolf form

After they sorted everything out, Epel invited Jack to sit with him for lunch 🥺

Ruggie 🐆 In Grandma’s Hands

Ruggie comes down to the cafeteria in the middle of the night because Leona wanted a midnight snack. He finds a bunch of vegetables in the kitchen and decides to make some soup with them. Jade appears and informs him that those actually belong to him; to avoid having to owe him any debts, Ruggie offers to teach Jade some ways to cook them, since the reason Jade had left them there in the first place was so that he could ask the ghost chefs for recipe suggestions in the morning.

The awkward laugh they shared when Ruggie realized the vegetables were Jade’s tho 😂😂 I wish the side stories were voiced omg

The one who taught Ruggie all of those recipes was his grandma

Also Ruggie sings while he cooks 👁👁💖

Azul 🐙 Just One Die

Idia brings a game called The Magical Game of Life to one of the board game club meetings; Azul gets very passionate about it despite at first turning his nose up at games that only rely on luck. Eventually he starts practicing how to perfectly throw a die to land on the number he wants so he can cheat the luck factor.

Azul.... honest to god he never slacks off 😭

Jade 🐬 A Mindset I Can’t Understand

Jade is making teas in the middle of the courtyard when Kalim stops by to see what’s going on. Kalim ends up talking about teas from his home, and Jade asks if he could show him how to brew the special tea they have for guests. It’s supposed to be super sweet so Kalim insists on dumping as much sugar as possible into the cup, but Jade really hates sugar.

Kalim got so disgusted when Jade was talking about his raw meat diet in the sea 😂😂

But also Kalim 🙏 He tries so hard to help everyone but he always happens to miss the mark

Floyd 🦈 Talk with Me About Something Fun

Floyd gets bored working on a report so he decides to go bug Riddle, insisting that they do their homework together. He helps Riddle find a book he needs but won’t quit playing around with him over it. In his anger, Riddle brings up how differently Jade is compared to him, and Floyd immediately gets bored and leaves.

The book Riddle needed was called “The History of Magic Carpet Weaving”

Kalim 🦂 Let’s Get Along!

Kalim is shopping at Mr. S’s Mystery Shop for the Scarabia 1st years welcome party. Riddle asks him why he’s the one running errands and not Jamil (the reason was that Jamil was stressed with how Kalim was handling the decorations for the party so sent him away basically 😂). Kalim ends up inviting Riddle to the party; he only agrees after he hears there will be a magic carpet there.

Kalim is so rich it hurts 💀 Riddle called him out for yawning during dorm leader meetings and he said “If I yawned at Scarabia, Jamil would just get my bed ready for me!”

When he was talking about the magic carpet Kalim said “Let’s go to the end of the world together” (Was that the name of the wintry tundra in Aladdin??)

This is the one where Kalim talks about how he only eats Jamil’s food because he used to get poisoned as a child; his dad & Jamil had told him “This is the fate of the oldest son of the Asim family”

Jamil 🐍 I Mean It

At lunch, Kalim and Ruggie go get food for themselves plus Jamil and Leona; while they’re waiting, Leona implies that Jamil might try to hurt Kalim someday, much to Jamil’s offense. Later Ruggie and Jamil mull over having to work with their respective ‘masters.’

Leona’s intelligence is often downplayed bc of how lazy he is but he really is good at figuring things out 👁 This was shown in Cater’s story too.

Ruggie and Jamil having that little squabble about how they think each other’s masters (for lack of a better word) would be more difficult to deal with was kind of cute 😂

#twisted wonderland #rambles #THESE ARE SO SATISFYING OMG #you wouldn't believe how many times I think 'lets read some personal stories :D' but then every one I click sounds so familiar #I know I haven't read them all #I just can't tell which ones I already read #lets just go through all of them again problem solved #this time taking notes 🖊

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 6 years ago

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Hello, I have just read your very interesting posts about the tianshan relationship from HT's perspective. What are your thoughts on Mo's perspective on their future relationship?

Good evening, dear plumb19-san! <(_ _)>

Before we get to your question, let me apologize for my late reply. <(_ _)> Your ask has been on my mind this whole time, but I had to get a few things out of the way first so I don’t have to stress about them while writing this. Thank you for your patience!

I have talked about my visions for the future Tianshan a few times by now: X X X. The last one of them especially concentrated on their future and was from HT’s perspective.

“What are your thoughts on Mo's perspective on their future relationship?”

Before I get to that, allow me to paint a picture of what I think Mo Guan Shan’s future itself will be like. And what a better way to start than with what MGS himself has to say about the matter (ch. 305):

Very recently I answered another ask that touched upon MGS and his attitude towards school. I think ch. 305 explained why he doesn’t feel like there’s anything to be gained from trying to be a good student. His future won’t be secured by or based on getting good grades. The jobs he will work don’t require diplomas or degrees, only a will (or a need) to work hard. But it’s not like he doesn’t have dreams in life. They’re just on hold until he has what it takes to make them a reality. He wants a motorbike and more abstract things like financial independence but knows there’s a long way to go before he will achieve them. In the meantime, making enough money to stay alive is his priority.

Later in the Christmas special, we see where he ended up (ch. 224):

I imagine he works at some kind of restaurant, like a ramen shop or somewhere that serves cheap beer and the menu consists mostly of fried foods. He’s perhaps one of the cooks or the only cook of a small place. The pay isn’t bad, but the days are long and he often has to work on holidays as well because that’s when people like to go drinking and eat out. But that’s fine. He doesn’t really care as long as he gets paid.

I also imagine his feisty personality has calmed down a bit as he’s gotten older and more mature. The days of being a delinquent are behind him, and he doesn’t get in those kinds of troubles anymore. But he has picked up habits that harden him, like smoking, having more piercings, and wearing “aggressive” clothes. Also, the places he works at are the kinds that don’t mind his appearance. For the most part, he keeps his head down and concentrates on just earning as much money as possible.

He’s also achieved some of the things he’s always wanted. He has a scooter and steady work that give him a new kind of freedom and independence. They might not be much in other’s eyes, but he’s very proud of them. I imagine he lives by himself in a small but cheap apartment but not far from his mother. He often visits her and helps her with bills and such. She feeds him on Sundays and tells him not to overwork himself and that he should stop smoking.

Now, finally to your question about MGS’s point of view regarding his future relationship with He Tian. I think the first time we got to see what he thinks was in ch. 273:

It might not have been much but I think it was the first time MGS accepted (and trusted) that having HT around wasn’t just for the time being. Not only was HT on his side in life but he also seemed to be committed to MGS. HT’s presence both annoyed and bothered MGS on a daily basis but on some level he had also been afraid to count on him sticking around. In his experience, the world doesn’t work like that and you shouldn’t trust people, especially the ones who appear to do favors for you and ask for nothing in return. But HT had made it clear time and time again that he saw the good in MGS, respected his will to fight for himself but was still ready to stand up for him, so perhaps he could be trusted. Perhaps MGS might even be upset and worried if HT suddenly stopped sticking to his side.

And a mere handful of chapters later, we got perhaps the biggest development in their relationship, not to mention proposed by MGS himself (ch. 283):

I’ve talked about the importance of MGS asking for the studs before because, at the moment, it’s my most favorite Tianshan moment. He didn’t ask for them on a whim and they weren't’ a trivial thing for him. He willingly tied himself tighter to HT and given the history of how he had gotten his ears pierced it was also a sign of trust.

Not only were the studs a huge development leap, they are also perhaps the most obvious hint at how MGS feels about their relationship in the future. And a rather clever way at that; they tell us MGS’s feelings without him having to say (or admit) anything out loud. It’s been shown to us that HT isn’t a part of MGS’s everyday life as they’re older but as he predicted in the aquarium, he hasn’t forgotten HT. Dare I say, HT might even be in his thoughts when he’s taking those lonely cigarette breaks (ch. 224):

Another, albeit more subtle, thing I’ve picked up in the chapters showing their future is that MGS seems more comfortable with having HT around. He even went as far as inviting HT to stay in touch (ch. 271):

But of course, it was quickly followed by dismissing it. MGS doesn’t have time to lazy around with HT but you know...If HT wants to hang around and is presistent enough about it, he just might not be flatly refused. But no promises, of course.

That poorly hid invitation I see having to do with HT being away a lot. It’s unclear to us how rarely they see each other but there seems to be an element of uncertainty in their relationship. HT shows up out of the blue and probably disappears again without giving much of a notice. MGS isn’t exactly open about his softer side, but we know he’s surprisingly caring. I bet he often wonders how HT is doing when he doesn’t hear from him for a while. I suspect he doesn’t know what HT is up to in detail but knows enough to be even worried a bit. He probably gives a silent sigh of relief when HT suddenly is in front of him again.

In the future-related chapters, they also seem to be closer on a physical level (ch. 276 and 224/271):

Of course, MGS is still embarrassed, awkward, and every bit of a tsundere about it but his defense against HT putting the moves on him isn’t as impenetrable (pun half intended) as when they were in middle school. I would be very hesitant to say they’ve gone as far as having sex, but HT is clearly heading in a certain, more physical direction in their relationship and MGS doesn’t seem to have major problems with it. Otherwise, I see physical closeness increasing in their relationship as a result of HT craving for it whenever he comes to visit MGS. It’s not sexual but comforting and reassuring.

Besides the chapters, there have been two other pieces of art that hint their relationship will be more physical in the future - one of the extras in OX’s artbook and my favorite official illustration (rotated horizontally to save space):

That last picture especially makes my Tianshan heart swell and beat faster. Not only are they kissing but MGS seems to be fully on board, holding the back of HT’s head and all. Both releases also featured the black studs.

Based on all of that, I have a few future-Tianshan headcanons from MGS’s point of view:

Before going home he always smokes a cigarette in the same spot. But it’s just because he likes to relax for a bit before heading home. Not because he’s waiting in case HT shows up that night.

He bought an extra pillow and a blanket. But just in case his mother stays the night sometimes. And a good household needs to have something for the guests, shut up.

He also totally doesn’t keep a stock of a few extra cans of beer in his fridge.

He always leaves the dim light above the front door on for nights.

He has HT’s number saved as “HT bastard” in his phone. After each of HT’s visits, though, it’s been sneakily switched to something else. Usually, there’s also a heart emoji to go with it. MGS doesn’t always immediately change the name.

For every 10 messages from HT, he replies to maybe one or two of them. There’s always a “good morning, little Mo~” message when he wakes up and a “sleep well, little Mo~” when he goes to bed. One time he didn’t receive them for a couple of days, and MGS came the closest to calling HT than ever before.

He never accepts money from HT directly but lets him pay for food and drinks for the time he’s staying at MGS’s. It’s not like MGS runs a damn hotel.

However, HT always manages to leave a stack of money behind when he leaves. MGS has all of it stashed in a big envelope and hidden in the closet, not a single bill has been used.

Somehow HT always finds out about MGS’s day-offs and shows up to swoop him off to somewhere. On mother’s day, he always invites Mrs. Mo with them, too, and pampers her from head to toe.

As much as MGS doesn’t want to admit it, he worries. More than he ever thought he would.

He bought his first first-aid kit and makes sure to keep it stocked after one time HT showed up battered and bruised.

He smokes the same brand as HT.

One time he almost turned down a gig when they asked him to take off his piercings. Almost.

HT still has nightmares sometimes, and it still freaks MGS out.

MGS’s biggest secret is that he thinks HT looks good in a white shirt and black tie. And that he sometimes dreams of him in that outfit. Or HT using the tie for...other purposes. Shut up, he’s just a healthy guy.

Some weird part of him kind of likes it when HT pushes him down. Or when HT turns around in his sleep and squeezes MGS from behind.

He doesn’t always wash the sheets right away after HT leaves.

I think that should be all I have to say about MGS’s perspective. For some reason, his point of view was harder than HT’s. A lot of it has to do with HT being persistent and gaining MGS’s trust and MGS not being as defensive anymore. He has more feelings than he’s ready to admit even to himself.

I hope I still answered to your satisfaction! Thank you for your question, and again, sorry for not getting to it sooner. <(_ _)>

#tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian #19 days #answered ask

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shirokh · 5 years ago

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Ch3 Gerudo’s Way

Zelda, followed by Impa reunited with Marth and Roy, who we’re now wearing Hylian blue tunics, and Link dressed with his Hylian knight garments.

Link greeted on a formal way, staying silent the rest of the time until princess arrival. , it’s not that he felt like socialising with “famous handsome fiancé”, who would be with the girl he never imagined loving that way.

From a special portal, using Sheikah tablet, they were transported to the outskirts of Gerudo dessert. Urbosa’s old friend, Kouka was already waiting for them.

-“That’s wicked mate! This Sheikah artefact, such a good invention” Roy enthusiastically said, never knowing teleportation before. Marth was also overwhelmed by it, as Altea did not have that kind of “transportation”

“Sav’otta! As you must know, it is an urgent matter, so I need you to accompany me into the village” the tall Gerudo said.

Zelda looked at Kouka, and then to her companions. They could not enter Gerudo’s village, as they were man, or voe as they called them

-“It’s better to follow Gerudo’s law, man’s access is forbidden, so you should wait for me here...”

Foreseeing this, Kouka interrupted

-“Princess, if you agree we could give them special vai clothes so they could enter, and we would save ourselves a lot of time...”

-“Lets do this princess, I see your concern, so I don’t mind changing Hylian clothes for Gerudo ones” He immediately proposed, entering Kouka’s tent.

-“Well... maybe it’s not like...” she answered dubious, looking towards Link, who avoided nervously her eyes, following Marth and Roy who were already undressing.

-“This is kind of a joke” Roy’s voice was heard trough the tent, laughing.

-“You have to admit that as a red head look more Gerudo-ish” he laughed again, after a moment the Altea royals came out of the tent. Zelda, who was drinking water from a bottle, started coughing and choke a bit from the impression.

-“Well, how do we look with veils? “ Roy asked moving his hands as if he was dancing, to wich made Zelda laugh sincerely. They were both wearing traditional Gerudo’s outfit, a blue top with golden engravings, a veil covering their heads and face with hanging ornaments leaving only their eyes exposed, a small jewel hanged in the middle of their foreheads. The pants were kind of bloomers, so they had their abdomen exposed, but their arms were covered by delicate silk sleeves.

-“I think you are completely approved” Kouka affirmed, smiling pleased. “If your skin wasn’t as white, and your hair so blue, for the stature you could be a Gerudo vai, your face factions are really refined, aren’t they?”

Still smiling Zelda nodded, after all she didn’t expect the prince to accept this kind of requests just like that

-“Well, this is the most femenine side you’ll see of me” he said while adjusting the veil, blushing under it.

At the end, Link joined them, he wore a green top and a similar veil, which left Zelda, Roy and Kouka open-mouthed

-“It’s your turn princess” she said pulling from her arm and taking her into the tent. “I have something special for you, sent by Urbosa herself.

-“But I don’t...” she said nervously.

-“Come on, come on! If we are Gerudo for a day, guided by a Sheika you have to have similar outfits so you don’t stand out”

Within minutes, a blushing Zelda appeared, closing her arms in front of her, covering her tiny abdomen on a shy posture, she never wore something so light, but she was kind of grateful, as the sun was starting to rise and you could feel the intense heat of the dessert.

-“Isn’t she beautiful?” Kouka said smiling, and presented her with a pony tail, similar to Gerudo’s, with a pale pink top, golden accents and a similar veil, a white hip bloomer pant, both Link and Marth blushed on sight, Roy smiled making the seven veil dance.

-“Don’t look!” She said embarrassed with a nervous laugh, looking the surprised faces, especially Link’s.

“Now I feel less embarrassment, as we are wearing the same Princess, this outfit fits you beautifully” Marth said smiling, offering his hand so she could step down the small rock stair outside the tent, and held her for a minute, something Link wasn’t happy with, and without a word he reached out the Sheika tablet to Zelda, so she had to release Marth’s hand.

-“Thanks Link, let’s proceed to the village”

Marth was a good observer, so he didn’t ignored this event.

Impa went into the village with them and decided she should get more information, so she left Zelda in Urbosa’s care, determining they would meet in a couple of days.

Urbosa was overflowing with happiness when she saw Zelda wearing the outfit she sent, and admired watching Link in Gerudo’s outfit, she almost didn’t recognised him.

-“You look charming Princess, I know certain appointed knight would not be indifferent towards this” she said, giving Link a wink, while she blushed.

-“Urbosa, please allow me to introduce to you my Fiancé”

-“Fiancé!? What did I miss? You are not wasting time! I always knew that you two...

-“He is Marth!! Prince of Altea!” She quickly interrupted, as Urbosa was assuming in advance she was talking about Link, and she liked to tease them about it.

-“Oh! Sa’oten, My goodness! This is a surprise, you are a voe! I thought you were a beautiful vai from the west” she told Marth, shaking his hand, watching Link sideways.

-“I suppose it’s lucky we met under this circumstances” he answered smiling.

-“Such a curious accent!” She said with animosity, sitting then on a big cushion surrounding a table with fresh incense and cold water, so the guests followed.

-“Everything happened near the subterranean water well, the one we use to irrigation of the fields, all the new sprouts began dying, even the flowers and cactus began withering, three of my best explorers went down to look for the cause of this, maybe the water spring was being contaminated, and they never came back... it gives me a bad feeling, Princess I sent down several search and rescue teams without success”

-“It will be better to go personally, maybe I could feel some dark power in the well”

The team walked to the wet zone of the water wells, going down a big ladder with some torches to light the way down, Marth and Roy insisted to go along too.

Trying to distract herself, Zelda summoned triforce power raising her hand, a light shining arised, lighting the way in the same manner than the torches they carried.

-“I can’t feel any presence” lowering her eyes, she took her hand to her chest, holding both hands to her heart.

After walk-in about an hour, Urbosa claimed

-“I might be imagining things, but I think I heard something” She lit her torch ahead, and a black goo turned off the fire completely, it was an eyeless creature, so it wasn’t a jelly choo.

-“What the hell..!” Exclaimed, snapping her fingers to cast lighting without any effect on the creature. She then tried to cut it with her double edge sword, wich stuck to the goo, sucking it.

Marth Link and Roy unsheathed their swords, as Roy atacked frontally with a fire thrust, but that only angered the beast, at the same time as if they were coordinated, Link and Marth attacked up, wich divided the creature in two parts, one of them went right to Urbosa’s ankle, the more she tried to release herself, the more tight she was imprisoned by it, going up her leg.

Zelda tried to summon her power, but a feeling that she shouldn’t think about him or her love for him, he was forbidden, he was going to voluntarily marry someone else, so her hand would only emit a soft ball of light, there was nothing she could do, in a second the creature trapped her leg and she fell to the ground, hitting herself on the rocks, the creature quickly advanced to her waist.

Link felt despair, he had to do something before this thing ate both of the girls.

While Marth tried to pull Zelda out, Link took out a few ice arrows and shot the black flap adhered to the champion. Soon the creature freezed and with a thrust Roy broke it into pieces.

He repeated the procedure with the left part of the goo to release the princess, and as they broke it, on its insides the shapes of three inconcious Gerudo were seen.

“¡Sa’oten! In the name of the Goddess!” Urbosa said, raising up quickly and checking on the young girls laying on the ground.

“It seems that thing stole their energy, they are alive but unconscious, we need to get them up and hidrate them, before we find out if we really killed this bastard”

The three guys help carrying the girls into their backs, and went back to the city. Marth couldn’t help but notice that the princess had several wounds on her shoulder.

-“Princess! You are severely wounded!” He said as his hand was about to touch the naked shoulder of the young girl to look at the bleeding, being interrupted by Link’s arm, who prevented his hand from touching her, holding the Prince’s hand.

-“Don’t... You’r highness, please refrain from touching the wound, it might get infected” Link expressed, with a quick uncomfortable silence until Urbosa broke the moment with a loud voice.

-“Ara! We have to get this wound treated, follow me, I’ll take you to my chambers”

Ther Gerudo girls were being treated on the nursery, and they assigned a room near Urbosa’s chambers to the boys.

-“You worry a lot about the princess, Link” ... Marth affirmation was made looking at him front, as Roy was making his bed on the corner of the room.

-“It’s part of my job” he coldly answered, looking the other side to the window. Not even Revali made him feel this annoyed like this guy.

-“Not a problem then commander, from now on it’s my job, after all she is my betrothed”

-“Oy! What are you on about?” Roy came, he sensed the tense ambient, and they were front to front.

-“Nothing, I’ll go and check on Vah Naboris” Link retired making a small bow and went through the balcony, going down the stairs.

-“I wonder what is he talking about? Vah Nawbee..what?

With a confused face, Roy looked at Link abandoning the room.

-“More than that, I’m interested on the ice magic they used in the arrow, they are different from Altea’s”

-“I’ve seen ice magic before, but never in an arrow, do you remember that dragon we went after?” Roy said

-“And I suspect there is more than that, Hyrule is filled with magic, when the kingdoms unite, think of all the power we could get, I read there are also dragons here...”

-“So... you are thinking seriously on marrying Zelda and have a lot of kids?” Row asked yawning

Don’t be a wanker! What are you thinking about!? Said Marth blushing fiercely while Roy went into a bed and covered himself with a blanket

Leaving the royals behind, Link went down the valley to the place where Vah Naboris was. He climbed up to the top and after sitting for a while looking into the dessert, felt someone’s presence behind him, relaxing when he saw it was Urbosa.

-“Sav’orr! Heroe... are you gonna let her go just like that?” she stood behind him

-“There’s not much I can do...” he answered looking down, then he realized Urbosa was talking about a purple rupee about to fall from his pocket to one of the lumps of the big camel, grabbing it at the last moment.

Urbosa, with a sassy smile sat next to him.

-“It would be perfect if you could just take whatever you want into your pocket, wouldn’t it? Even the heart of a certain princess” she told, stretching her hands to the sky. Link just blushed.

-“I wouldn’t... besides she already has someone...” he answered avoiding to look at her.

-“Well, it’s a progress, at least you realized yourself you r-e-a-l-l-y care about her... huh? appointed knight? “

-“I don’t.... I mean... damn! Is it that obvious? I would give my life for her no doubt...”

-“It’s as clear as water” the chief of the Gerudo laughed. “Probably clear since before Ganon even appeared, but you were the one who didn’t realise it, It still bugs me that she accepted the proposal of that voe prince... Marth is it? It’s strange, he came out of nowhere. I would have bet my right hand she only had eyes for a single knight, I’ll find out about it”

-“No, Urbosa, I think it’s better not to complicate things...”

-“So, are you gonna let her go just like that?” She pointed at his pocket, which made Link turn quickly to verify his rupees weren’t falling, but the bag was perfectly closed.

-“You should tell her how you feel Link, I’m sure that would make her happy, I don’t think she realises you care for her not out of duty, but out of love, more than she thinks of”

That word made the knight nervous, with a red face.

-“I... don’t know, I’m not sure it’s the proper time now that she has a Prince to marry”

Come on! If you wait for the proper time, a hundred year will pass, when will it be? When she is married? You can’t take your time hero!” She said out loud while going down the sacred beast, Link could not sleep that night, and he just dozed on the top of Vah Naboris.

The next day Zelda slowly opened her eyes, she had some trouble waking up, and the moment her lids were open, she found someone in front of her, a familiar silhouette.

-“Li...” she managed to pronounce before she was completely awake, and the blurring shadow became clear. It was Marth, who was closely watching her, standing on the side of her bed, surprised she sat on the bed.

-“Good morning” the prince said with a smile

-“Princess, I assume you must be exhausted, as you slept so much”

-“What time is it?” She asked rubbing her eyes, she felt as if she had slept a few minutes.

-“It must be past supper, I brought you some refreshments from the table, you haven’t had taken anything since yesterday “ he said as he took the tray to the bed.

“Oh, thanks but it’s better if I get up already...” she mentioned, feeling spoiled by the sovereign, but the moment she tried to stand up, the force on her legs went away and she could have fallen if it wasn’t for Marth, who was near to support her, kneeling down he embraced her.

-“It’s better if you rest more your highness, it seems you are a bit weak”

-“I’m fine...” she said taking his shoulder to stand, looking into his eyes, they were dark blue, contrary to Link’s reckleness, his eyes had a calming effect.

When she was about to get up, the prince carried her on his arms firmly, walking some steps to the table.

-“Marth! Stop! I’m not a baby, put me down please”

-“I refuse... until you accept to rest some more. Besides it’s not the first time I carry you like this” he answered with a smile looking at her amused “It makes me happy that you called me by my first name, can I do the same?”

-“I ... guess you can, as long as you put me down” she said blushing while avoiding his eyes, she didn’t realized she just called his name, and he must be referring to the incident with the alcohol she had, that time she didn’t remember how she got to her bed.

-“Ok then, Zelda” still smiling, the prince walked again to the bed, putting her down with ease, the moment Link and Urbos came in from the door.

-“What the!” Link said walking protectively whe he saw the blue haired man (who he disliked even more) with his hands on the princess.

-“How did the investigation went?” Marth asked, letting the princess on her bed to sit up.

-“Ther is no trace of the creature... but in our way back, Link found something you’d like Princess” Urbosa said, as Link went to his bag to take out some hydromelons and honey, and began preparing it cutting the fruit with a small knife.

-“Honey! Thanks, along with hydromelon is one of my favourites! She mentioned as her stomach growled, having had no food in the day.

-“I don’t know what is happening,... maybe I’m just tired” she said, taking a piece of the hydromelon with honey that Link prepared.

-“Maybe it’s your moon bleeding?” Urbosa asked casually, to wich Zelda blushed and the boys looked away.

-“Anyway, I’ll make the doctor come and check on you , it’s not normal you have so low energy, and I don’t know if I’m imagining things, but the power from the triforce on you, it’s quite weak...”

The princess nodded, she felt as she ran a marathon in the desert, and consciously she knew, what she felt about Link was forbidden, which prevented her from trying to express her power and the voice that resonated from the triforce was more distant every day.

-“There is not a prudent medical explanation, it seems like fatigue, Princess, you’ll have to be periodically taking this energy potion”

Gerudo’s medical doctor seemed concerned, after checking the young princess. Impa who was getting back from her own investigation. She also seemed worried about her health.

-“It’s better if we visit Kakariko’s village in our way back, maybe Prunia can lead us in the cause of your tiredness, if it’s triforce related, she’ll know what to do” Impa felt something was wrong, so she suggested that, thy would go to Akkala before returning to Hyrule.

-“We’ll see each other soon!” Urbosa said her farewells,

Once everything was ready, they went to a Kakariko’s near spot, using the Sheikah tablet. Impa’s friend, Prunia had her investigation lab there, they met on Impa’s house.

-“I like this place, we can dress manly here” Roy said, walking in the Kakariko’s village, admiring the beautiful waterfalls in the back of a big mansion with an amazing garden, to wich they accessed trough a wooden stair. Prunia was a young intelectual woman, she was assisted by a teenager called Rotver.

-“I’ll have to make some blood tests Princess, come with me please” Prunia said, taking her to the u

“Would you say there is something you might relate to your symptoms your highness?” She asked while adjusting a rubber around her arm

“It may be... related to feeling, you know...” she answered dubiously, not knowing how to express her idea.

“Feelings... you mean about your engagement?” She asked pulling a fine needle and punturing the princess arm to obtain a blood sample on a special container.

“I ... believe it’s about unrequited feelings...” she said, thinking about Link and Mipha. A moment later prince Marth came into the room opening the sliding door at the entrance.

“I was wondering how do you analyse blood, I’m sorry for intruding, I’ve never heard of such thing before in Altea” and as they went into an animated chatting, Zelda wondered how much did the prince hear about the previous talking, holding her arm on the puncture wound while Impa game into the room.

“It’s highly adviced for you to keep resting while we have some results, please Princess you have to do so”

“And so it’ll be” Impa stated before she could say something.

They went horseback riding on their way to Hyrule, as Roy and Marth insisted to meet some of the roads of Hyrule, they game back to the castle in half a day, just to find out a Zora ambassador was waiting for them to return.

-“I’m sorry to be intruding, I already presented the case to the council and they asked me to wait for you, your highness”

-“What is it about?” Link asked, knowing Zelda had to keep rest, and shouldn’t bother herself with this matters .

-“We can’t locate princess Mipha, that’s why the King sent me urgently to ask for your assistance, an strange creature was seen in the outskirts and it might be about something else”

Everyone kept silent due to surprise. This was unexpected, after all she was one of the champions, and under the protection of the Zora’s land that was so peaceful.

-“I must part immediately” Link said, checking his arrow stock and sword

Zelda look at him, taking her hands to her chest. She was worried about Mipha, and the commander’s reaction somehow made her feel in pain Why, why can I just simply accept it? His heart belongs to someone else, that person is missing, it’s logical he goes to look for her

Impa looked at the princess directly almost begging

-“Princess Zelda, it’s better if you stay here, I don’t consider it a good time to expose yourself again to this danger, until we know the results of the blood sample”

-“It’s better if you go....” she sadly expressed, handling the Sheikah tablet to Link, “Use it as long as you need”

-“Thanks, I think I should get going...”

-“Zelda, is it possible for my cousin to go along with the commander?” Marth asked, and to Link’s desmay he called the princess by her first name, something even he wouldn’t do not because of confidence but the hierarchy prevented him to do so, he never had even imagined to refer to her with such confidence.

-“Hey! I love new adventures. Aren’t you comming Marth?” Roy asked willingly.

-“I’d prefer to spend more time with Zelda, I trust you in this mission, Roy” He said, putting a hand on his shoulder and looking at Link directly, who only made a slight grimace looking away, Zelda was strangled by the prince actions.

-“You’ll lose it! Come on commander Link!”

-“Just Link it’s ok, Salif, lets go back to Zora’s city, excuse us your highness” Link said looking down and walking to an open area to transport along with Zora’s messenger and Roy.

-“Impa, please let Revali know” The princess asked, and she went after to the dining hall, escorted by Marth, as Impa took care of the remaining things to do’

At the dining hall, the princess barely touched her food, and answered with monosyllabic to the conversation the prince tried to have, a small tear came down her cheek.

-“Zelda, you may not want to talk about what’s worrying you, but I think your eyes do not lie” Marth came near her table side from the other edge.

-“I’m ok, I’m just tired...” she said faking a smile

-“You are gutted because of your feelings for the commander, aren’t you?” The question was quite direct, making her look at him alarmed.

-“Why should I? That’s unthinkable! And what does gutted mean anyway?!” She said looking away nervous, as the tears began flowing down more and more every time until her crying was continuous, Marth offered a handkerchief and made a sign for the remaining maids behind them to go and prepare some tea, leaving them alone in the big room, once she calmed down a little, he looked at her up front and continued.

-“”Zelda, could you fall in love with me?” He asked with a frank face and took her hand, she watched him in surprise without saying a word.

-“I know the bethrotal does not mean you have to reciprocate my feelings... but for me, the little time I have met you, I realized I want to protect you, I admire your dedication for the kingdom and the people, your braveness and courage, and above all, who you are, so I consider myself quite flucky to have your hand in marriage, but I’d like it to be more than an agreement, I would like to court you properly, even if I know your heart belongs in other place”

The prince held Zelda’s hand firmly, a second later he got near with the intention to kiss her. She still couldn’t believe her ears. She never had been in that situation where someone declared the intention to woo her, and she haven’t had her fist kiss yet. She kept asking herself How did he knew she loved Link? Shouldn’t that make him walk away? Why was he acting like this?

A few inches from kissing, before their lips made contact, the noise from the doors opening with tea and some desserts interrupted them.

-“Mart.. how did you find out about...? He is going to marry the same girl from the Zora’s kingdom who disappeared” she told while they served some sweet bread and rose tea from Altea

-“I realized, despite your kingdom is prosper, and problems are solved, you suffer day by day, besides you told me some things the day of the celebration I carried you to your room along with Impa, and I overheard something when Prunia was taking your blood sample”

-“Marth...”

-“Could you consider it? This is the first time I’m so certain of something, and it’s also the first time I declare myself to anyone...” The prince said, looking away a bit shy with a slightly blushed face.

Zelda could only see honesty. The foreigner, after a month or so of knowing her, opened himself to her, she felt he wasn’t capable of hurting her, something made her feel safe around him. She stood up and dismissed the maids,, then she walked to the big window looking into Hyrule’s twilight.

-“I can’t promise you a lot... Marth, you’ll see, I haven’t told anyone, but my power and the will to save this kingdom came from my feelings for Li....”

The prince approached without her ending the phrase and hugged her, she was surprised and remained still.

-“Can you forget about him? I know it’s selfish from me, but I want to help you. Come with me, to Altea, I’ll introduce you to my parents, you’ll know your future kingdom, maybe that way you’ll have a change of feelings, or maybe that way you’ll have eyes for me”

Go with him to Altea? She never occurred that possibility, to go away from Hyrule, to go away from ... Link.

-“I don’t know, I didn’t expected this so... so soon...” she stuttered, so much in so little time was overwhelming.

-“It might be rushed l, but please you should meditate this, I’m willing to wait for you, my Princess Zelda” and in the hug they shared, he left a sweet and gentle kiss on her cheek, why kept her eyes wide, and took her hands to her chest again. He kissed her, her first kiss from someone not family related. Maybe it wasn’t in her lips, but it was something that would not leave her mind so easily.

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Thanks for reading!!! I was a bit lazy with the greyscale, and some pics are old. Give some love to Zelink

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justicealwaysprevails · 5 years ago

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fallibility.

WHO: Bruce Wayne @justicealwaysprevails, Slade Wilson @terminator-deathstroke, Jason Todd @thatsjasonfkntodd, Tim Drake @redrobin-timdrake, Damian Wayne @sonofabct, & Duke Thomas @missed-signals, mentions of Dick Grayson @amazingflyingdick WHERE: The hospital WHEN: Backdated to June 30th, 2020 WHAT: A short discussion in Dick’s room about the night’s events

Bruce: Bruce waited until there was some news before he made a few phone calls. He passed along the information in a tone that was calm if not flat, simply stating that the doctors had performed surgery and Dick was unconscious, but the coma was medically induced. It was a good sign that he'd survived this long and he made sure they knew that. He knew they were all worried. Nothing he said was untrue, he wouldn't go that far even if it meant putting them at ease, and Bruce hoped his tendency toward harsh honesty in the past might provide some comfort now.

He asked Tim to bring a change of clothes to the hospital for Jason. The staff had nothing to offer and Bruce didn't want to draw attention to him. No one seemed to make the connection, but Bruce Wayne had more than one son and perhaps it was too impossible to imagine.

After hanging up with the last of them, he returned to the room where they were allowed to sit with Dick. "The others are on their way. Tim is bringing you clothes." It was the last thing he said for a while.

Damian: Damian hadn't been too far from the hospital when he received the phone call. For the longest time he was silent as Bruce explained the situation and when the call was done, he wasted no time in making his way to the building to meet up with everyone. There must have been a chilling expression on his face when he arrived, because several of the patients and guests in the waiting room took a look at him; got interested that Robin was making an appearance; and then immediately backed down and looked away as he ignored them and gathered directions to Dick's room.

Upon arrival, he saw his Father and gave him a quiet nod before taking up a position leaning against one of the walls - his gaze locked on Dick's unconscious body. How could something like this happen? To Dick, of all people? The more he thought about it, the angrier he got - and the angrier he got, the more icily silent he grew. Tim: Tim had been working on the encryption for NOVA correspondences when he got the call from Bruce. He had listened, face impassive. He was a different man than when Bruce had told him about Steph. Back then, he hadn't really been a man at all. Now, he certainly didn't take it the same way. His expression became as blank as Bruce's often was as he hummed his agreement on each point.

Tim had always had a special sort of closeness with Dick that he didn't have with really anyone else but Steph. It wasn't as if he and Jason were close. Or he and Damian. To hear that Dick might be in danger or fighting for his life threatened to draw out any number of emotions. All of them were repressed in favor of action. He told Steph what was going on in the same kind of removed voice. She knew him, so she'd know he was trying not to instantly self destruct. Tim didn't cry anymore, really, and he knew that getting hyper emotional could be dangerous in their line of work. So he was calm, though there was a waver in his voice when she handed him a thermos full of coffee and he made his way up to grab a set of clothes. He didn't think much of aesthetic. Hoodie, sweats, shirt. He didn't think much about the variation of height between him and Jason. All he was thinking about was Dick. The possibility of Dick being gone.

Medically induced coma. Gunshot to the head. The survivability of that wasn't great. And if he did live, what complications would there be? His memory? His emotions? His balance? He may live but how my physical therapy would he need? Already, Tim's mind began to fixate on machines he could build or programs he could design to help Dick should something like that happen. He and Duke left without much more preamble. Tim didn't say much of anything on the way over, mind still stuck in his loops. In truth, he almost forgot Duke was there, because he had begun to get fixated on what could be done.

When they arrived at the hospital, Tim's face was that same blank expression as he told them who they were and they were quickly directed to the right room. When he took in the scene: Dick looking small in a hospital bed with everyone around it looking grim and silent... it transported him right back to another death in the family. Another Robin fighting for their life. Steph had lost. She'd died. What if Dick died too? Would they make him a grave?

That was likely altogether too morbid. He pushed it down as he wordlessly held out the bag of clothes to Jason. "What do the nurses say?" He asked no one in particular, his gaze remaining settled on his big brother where he lay. Duke: Duke had been in Star City not even six full hours when they got the news about Dick. He hadn't even seen Bruce yet, or had a proper conversation with Tim, before getting woken up by a phone call. He found Tim downstairs and gave him his space while he spoke to Steph and Babs, but he knew the situation was grim and he wasn't in the mood to put up an act about it.

At this point he knew Tim (and the others) well enough to know when to talk and when to not say anything. So on the way over he was also quiet, his gaze turned out the window, and tried to put the pieces together in his own head instead of speculating aloud. He knew it would be bad for everyone if Dick didn't survive this, but he tried to convince himself that wasn't going to be the outcome.

When they reached the hospital he walked next to him and slightly behind. As they reached the door he caught sight of Tim's blank expression and he reached over to press his arm reassuringly. His hand slipped away as they walked inside. The atmosphere was tense and his gaze went straight to Jason because of the blood on his clothes. Duke tried not to react but he couldn't help a wince. "Hey," he said awkwardly, also acknowledging Bruce and Damian since he hadn't had a chance to see them yet. This wasn't the best place for a reunion, either.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he studied Damian for a few seconds with a small frown as he took in how he looked, concerned, but he didn't say anything to him yet. "Yeah, any more news?" Jason: Maybe he should have found some kind of relief in the others being there, but the sudden influx of bodies, even while they were accompanied by little talking, was not welcome at all. He didn’t greet any of them, but silently took the bag of clothes from Tim and was still holding them when Duke arrived right after. He was the only one out of all of them that had actually seen him, and the evidence was all over him. It was going to be a lot longer before they got real news, he was certain. Even excusing the hole in his head, Dick had lost an alarming amount of blood.

“Better settle in,” he finally said, though which of them he was speaking to wasn’t clear. That was all he offered before he walked out with the clothes to find somewhere away from them to change and clean up. Slade: Slade hadn't really begun to worry until it got very late and he hadn't heard from Dick. He wasn't the sort to helicopter someone he thought was competent as Dick was. However, Dick hadn't reached out and he hadn't confirmed any sign of life when Slade texted him. It had begun to stress him out. Then it had been simple, as it got even later, to have Billy triangulate the signal from Dick's cell phone.

The hospital was a far enough drive that Slade was thoroughly pissed off by the time he arrived. Of course, no one would have thought to call him. Why should they? Even if Dick was all but living with Slade now, his family certainly had no loyalty to him. But if he was seriously hurt, the assassin was going to find out why and then it would just be a matter of how.

As he stepped up into the nurse's station, she had cowed under the look he gave. He was a massively large man and he was asking where Dick Grayson was. When she had the audacity to ask if he was family, Slade all but snarled out: "I'm his partner." It wasn't quite like that, yet, but he knew what he had to say in order to get inside.

When he had the room number, Slade barely saw any of the rest of Wayne's orphans, or even Wayne himself. Of course he was aware of them, but he certainly wasn't here for them. He stared hard for a moment at Dick in the hospital bed, moving up beside it to reach out. There was a machine beeping out Dick's pulse, but Slade ignored it in favor of his own ears and touch. He could hear the familiar sound of Dick's heart, but was working overtime to try to fix him. And his fingers dropped down so two could press to the vein on Dick's inner wrist.

"What happened?" He growled. Bruce: Damian's arrival troubled him. Bruce moved away from the window to go to where he was standing against the wall, prepared to speak, but Tim and Duke's arrival distracted him from it. He was grateful that Jason could change into something else so no one would have to see the amount of blood that soaked his clothes. It was disturbing, especially now that he'd had time to see Dick and take note of how pallid he was. The nurses had given him blood. It seemed never-ending.

"They believe he'll only be out for a few days. It was a precautionary measure." They had been worried about swelling. Bruce wasn't blind to the fact that Dick was receiving more care than any other patient would have had the luxury of experiencing. There were already two doctors involved and a third coming in from a neurological center in LA. "They are optimistic that he will survive it." They made it clear they weren't sure how he would be affected in the long term, but that was something he didn't bring up right now. He saw how Damian looked and he knew how Tim's mind could overrun with possibilities. It was better if they focused on certainties instead.

He did not expect Deathstroke. It was one thing to know what was going on, to hear it confirmed by Dick, and have an understanding of the situation. That didn't mean he believed Dick was making a wise decision. It also didn't mean it would be natural for him to accept Slade's presence in a room with his family, one of them comatose, and in that moment of shock it didn't really matter what he knew. He moved around to the other side of the bed and snatched Slade's wrist as he took Dick's pulse, his eyes narrowing. It was an instinctive, protective gesture, but one he didn't fully process until after he'd made it. "Don't touch him." Damian: Damian's gaze never left Dick even as more members of his family entered the room; even as Slade Wilson himself walked into the room and immediately went to Dick's side to check his pulse. His gaze didn't budge until Bruce's protective gesture had slipped past his lips. "Father." The word was soft and followed by a small shake of his head. This wasn't the time or the place to have any sort of confrontation - and honestly, Damian wasn't sure he had it in him right now to even engage someone. "Who did this?" He questioned at length. "Did Jason see anything? Say anything?" Tim: Tim watched Jason go and then watched him be overtaken by Slade Wilson before shaking his head. He was prepared, if Bruce turned this into an altercation. Tim would be at his side in a moment.

Looking to Duke, Tim realized that he had no idea what was going on. None. "Dick and Slade Wilson are... involved," he murmured lowly. "It's a new revelation, but an old connection, I guess."

Duke: Even though he was officially and legally part of the family, Duke still occasionally felt out of place. It didn't help that he'd stayed behind in Gotham instead of electing to move with the rest of them. Eventually he decided to bite the bullet and just do it, especially because it seemed like they were needed more here.

He'd taken a seat close to the door, which meant Deathstroke walked right by him. Shocked, he was on his feet in seconds, confused, and his gaze went to Tim and Damian to gauge their reactions. He knew what Tim said, but he felt like he needed to hear it again. "Excuse me, what?" Jason: Jason lingered in the bathroom quite awhile longer than necessary. Tim had obviously not looked at the clothes he’d brought him, and they probably belonged to him, because the pants were too short and the rest felt too tight. He considered just leaving the hospital altogether, he’d have to as soon as the SCPD sent someone anyway, but he wanted to be there when someone gave them an update. Whatever that update was. So he dealt with the clothes, cuffing the bottom of the pants to make it look less like he’d just hit a sudden growth spurt, and washed the blood off his hands and the places on his face and hair that he’d touched. He took another minute to send Roy a message, tell him where he was, why, that he’d be back soon. Roy was one of Dick’s best friends. He should know.

He didn’t expect to be walking back in to see the massive form of Slade lumbering by the bed, but he seemed to be the least surprised by it judging by the look on everyone else’s face. Especially Bruce’s. He rarely saw him quite so expressive. As much as he’d have ordinarily liked to stand back and watch them fuck each other up, the reason they were all in one room had sort of robbed him of the desire to do much more than exist in the space, figure out whether Dick was going to get to walk out of it, and leave.

“Chill, B. Dick would want him here.” As weird as it was, as much of an issue as it was, he felt pretty sure about that part. Dick had made his choices. Slade: The moment he felt Bruce's grip, Slade's head shot up. That was rich. As if he was going to walk in in plainclothes, the legal way, with intent to harm Dick? He knew that Wayne knew about them, that he knew what Dick meant to Slade. He also knew that recently he had dug a tracker out of Dick's arm and seen the disappointment on his face as he talked about Wayne putting it there.

"Take your hand off me, Wayne, or I'll break your arm in front of all your kids." There was no batsuit and no gadgets to protect Bruce. Slade had defeated him when he was fully specced out. Slade may be in plainclothes, but he could never stop being a metahuman. He had respect for Bruce Wayne in many ways, and he would rather not humiliate him in front of his children and then subsequently have to fight them, but he wasn't leaving this hospital room and he wasn't going to be ordered away from Dick. "I wouldn't hurt him. Especially not in plain view of everyone in this room. Why don't you focus on the people who might *actually *need you, if you're not going to give me anything relevant?"

Slade was surprised to hear Jason speak in his favor. Damian, not so much. The pair of them had worked together before. He liked the youngest batkid. He might have liked Jason had he not been such a pain in the ass. He looked to Damian. "Fill me in, kid," he said, knowing that he might actually get an answer other than hostility from Talia's kid.

Bruce: Bruce was pragmatic and logical enough to understand that challenging Deathstroke in a hospital room as his family looked on was not a wise decision. It hadn't mattered in the few seconds he'd given over to the anger he'd been harboring since learning of the injury. He could see it mirrored in Damian, even if his son were able to contain it, and it concerned him.

Jason's odd demeanor, too, concerned him, and it was their efforts to deescalate the situation that had him releasing Slade's wrist. Regardless of his own opinions, he didn't actually believe Slade was a danger to Dick. At least not right now. Bruce hadn't believed it back then, either, but then things had ultimately changed. They could always change again.

"He doesn't know anything." Damian had just asked him questions, after all, but Bruce wasn't eager to answer them in front of Slade. But he knew he would find out eventually. It made no difference if it came from him or one of the others. Considering multiple factors at play, he was the best option. "Jason didn't see anything," he said that without any doubt, because he wouldn't have left something like that out. When he directed the explanation to Slade his voice shifted in tone and became more matter-of-fact. "Dick came across someone on patrol." He had no idea how old this person was. He'd been referred to as a kid. That could span several years. "A kid, someone small enough to carry. He asked them their name and they gave the name Gary Kemp. After that there was no more contact with him." Who knows what could have happened after Barbara lost communication, or if the kid had even been the shooter. Damian: As his siblings spoke up and quieted back down, Damian let out a quiet breath. He was relieved when Bruce finally let go of the man - but not as relieved when he cut in to tell Slade that he didn't know anything. It wasn't a lie - he was as in the dark as everyone else; but he could've told Slade that himself. He gave Slade a look as if he were about to say something, but then his Father began explaining what they knew - and every ounce of his attention was diverted to the words he spoke. Damian's fists slowly curled at his sides. This was because of some kid? Who the hell were they? Gary Kemp... that name sounded familiar to him, but Damian couldn't place why. He hadn't exactly been in-town when Dick had taken the agent's life, but he was familiar with the incident thanks to the family's 'record keeping'. "That's it?" The question came out sharply. Tim: Tim was only half-listening. Still processing. However, the name that Bruce said had him tuning back in. "Kemp?" He repeated. "Gary Kemp. It's the name of the NOVA officer that Dick killed when he was undercover. The murder he publicly admitted to." He pushed to his feet, coming to the foot of the bed. "I'm willing to bet that the kid was a plant. Bait for Dick. NOVA has been shown to be conniving before."

Tim looked at Bruce. "It was NOVA. Or at the very least a non-affiliated NOVA sympathizer of the organization or Kemp."

Duke: Duke was stunned, but he didn't ask another question even though he had about fifty. He learned by now that it was better not to ask questions. The name Gary Kemp was familiar to him, too, and when Tim clarified where it came from he nodded. It had been news in Gotham because Dick was Bruce's son, but that was the only reason he knew anything about it. He hadn't asked Dick for details. He was pretty sure that wouldn't have gone over well.

"Doesn't Nightwing's mask record? He was on patrol, right?" Dick was shot in the head, which probably meant the mask wasn't in great shape. The thought made him wince. "I mean, even if it's... damaged, maybe it can be recovered." Jason: “Dick didn’t know who shot him. He said so. He was...he could talk for a few minutes.” Once he’d stopped hallucinating that Jason was 14 and visiting Bludhaven, anyway. “Doubt it was the kid.”

He leaned against a space of wall as far from the bed as he could get while still being in the room. “I have his mask, but I wouldn’t count on getting much out of it.” They might get lucky, but he sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Jason had his bloody clothes shoved in the bag Tim had brought and reached in to take the mask out of the pile to hold out for whoever took it first. Slade: Slade listened if only because, once he knew who to gun for, he was going to take care of it. NOVA had been in Star City for years at this point and Slade hadn't cared about it. He was a metahuman, but he wasn't exactly worried about the organization. If various governments of various countries couldn't take him down, he hadn't needed to concern himself. Now, however, he did. They had had the audacity to go after someone relevant to Slade. Now, they needed to be dealt with.

As Jason held out the mask, he watched the others. He wasn't going to take it. He usually left tech to Wintergreen and he was willing to bet one of the others was more savvy than he was. They'd know more quickly than he did. Instead, he simply stayed by Dick's side and waited for what he needed. Over Bruce's shoulder, Slade locked eyes with Damian. If there was anyone in this room he might consider working with beyond Dick himself, it might be an Al Ghul. Damian was Bruce's, but he was also Talia. Slade and Talia had been close. And Damian was proving himself to be more like Talia than Bruce Wayne, wasn't he? Bruce: Bruce took the mask. He didn't know how salvageable it would be, but it would be work taking a look at. When Jason said that Dick had been talking he looked up at him, frowning. "Did he say anything else?"

Even though he was distracted by the news, he knew better than to turn fully away from Slade. He paid attention to him, even if it were in his peripheral. If he noticed he was looking in Damian's direction he didn't say anything, but he knew he would have to have a talk with Damian later about everything. He expected everyone to be impacted by this, but Damian in particular had already suffered a setback because of what happened with the league. Damian: "If this was NOVA..." Damian started and shook his head slowly. If this had been NOVA, then clearly the Avenging League wasn't doing a good enough job at finding information to help bring the organization to heel. He dropped his gaze to the ground, but when he lifted it once more it locked with that of Slade. He looked back for a moment before narrowing his gaze in a challenging and confusing look before peeling his eyes away to look at Dick's mask as his father took it. "Jason, where did you say you found him?" He questioned and looked at the man. If he knew a location - he knew where he could start looking into things for himself. It wasn't that he didn't trust his family - he needed answers for himself. Tim: Tim moved to Bruce's side automatically, wanting to see and hear as well as he could. He knew all the efforts that the League was making. He was a big part of the tech efforts to take them down. It was slowgoing, but if they were attacking people like Dick, that needed to be rectified immediately. Still, he keep quiet, waiting for Jason's answer.

He knew that Duke was still sitting baffled. He'd explain everything to him after this. But right now he had to focus on facts. On understanding and making it all make sense. He could deal with Duke's emotions later if he could get past where his mind was looping right now.

Duke: Duke was very confused, but he wasn't dumb enough to think that his stupid questions should take precedent over the issue of who shot Dick in the head, so he was thoughtful enough to keep quiet. He'd only sat down when he realized Bruce and Slade weren't about to fight. It seemed like a real possibility at first.

Pressing his lips together, his gaze shifted to Tim and he thought about asking him if he could get footage off of something that looked so busted up. He reconsidered when he realized how distracted he was, abandoning his own curiosity to let Jason answer all the questions that had been directed at him. Jason: “He was a couple of blocks from Roy’s place. I was close. Babs sent the coordinates. The kid must have been waiting in one of the alleys, Dick was by the dumpster in the back. I-“ he licked his lips, remembering seeing the blood before he saw Dick at all, “I doubt anyone else saw what happened.”

Had he said anything else? Yeah. Yeah, he’d said more, but none of it was relevant to anybody in that room except for Jason and he wasn’t in the mood to share with the class. They’d had what felt like one of those end of the world moments, and that needed to just be between them. It wasn’t going to solve anything about NOVA or what happened. “Nothing relevant,” he eventually answered. Slade: Slade listened, setting his jaw before resolving himself and turning for a chair in the corner. Placing it beside the bed, he settled himself. His mind was already working, but for now he was staying right where he was.

Reaching for his phone, he pulled it free to send some messages. One he sent to Wintergreen requesting all relevant data he could discover about NOVA and its facilities, a few others he sent to contacts in Star City to start a recon process where they could.

The final one he sent right to Damian Wayne. Since he didn’t seem able to grasp what Slade wanted from meaningful looks, Slade was going to start the conversation. Or perhaps the kid had already been thinking it.

Don’t be obvious or BW will figure out that I’m talking to you. It was a risk to ask him anything, but the set Damian’s jaw reminded Slade of his own anger, though he kept his under wraps. Let’s talk when we can steal a moment. Bruce: As Tim approached, Bruce silently folded the mask so the blood was less visible, careful not to damage it further. He did hand it over so Tim could look at it instead - not that he fell short on his personal technological ability, but he believed Tim might be able to do it faster.

Jason's answer made him hesitate before giving a nod. "The coma was medically induced. They're going to take him out of it in a few days. He might not remember anything." He was operating on the assumption that Dick would wake up, but he'd made it this long. His vitals were stable.

One of the nurses came in to check the machines. While she was working Bruce took notice of Slade's incessant texting, but he said nothing about it. Once the nurse was finished she nervously told Bruce that the doctor wanted to speak with him and motioned for him to follow her out of the room. He went with her even though it went against all of his instincts to leave all of them with Slade, but he also knew he wouldn't do anything. Not here, at least. Damian: A few blocks from Roy's place. That was at least some sort of a starting place. He listened as Jason stated there wasn't anything else relevant that was mentioned and watched his father pass the mask over to Tim. Normally, he would've smarted something off about not needing Tim to do the work that either Bruce or himself could handle - but instead, he just gave the male a look. "Work quickly?" He stated in a tone that was more of a request than a snark. When the nurse came to check the machines and finally relieved Bruce so he could speak with one of the doctors, Damian finally checked his phone. The message from Slade was unexpected and he read it a couple of times over before replying - making it seem like he was searching something up instead of sending a simple text response.

What? Why do you need to talk to me? You know something? The message made his confusion at the request evident and Damian fiddled with the phone a few moments more before pocketing it and finally peeling himself off the wall. "There isn't anything else we can do standing around here, right?" He questioned rhetorically, looking at his siblings and then back to Dick. "I can't just keep standing here staring at him... I need air. Someone update me with what the doctors say when Father returns." The teen stated and made his way towards the door. He quietly slipped out before quickly making his way down the hall towards one of the hospital's secondary entrances instead of the main doors. I'll find you. He sent the text to Slade and let out a slow breath. Tim: Tim took the mask. He didn't even have a quip for Damian. As if he wouldn't work quickly. Idiot. He was too preoccupied to retort. Instead, he nodded. He didn't ask whose blood was on the mask. He knew the answer and he didn't want to consider it. Instead, he shook his head. "I'll take it back to the Batcave," he said. "I'll let you know when I have something."

He gave one last long and lingering look to Dick before following Bruce out. "You comin' Duke?" he asked in the doorway.

Duke: "Uh, yeah." Duke definitely wasn't going to stay behind and try to act like this wasn't weird. He stood up, sighing softly, and paused before actually following after Tim so he could speak to Jason. "Hey, man. What about you? You coming?" It felt weird leaving Dick alone with Deathstroke even though apparently that was okay, but this was all brand new information. He had no idea how to feel about it, but it was also none of his business. Jason: “No. I’m sticking around for now.” He wanted to know what was said to Bruce, and right then didn’t particularly care who else was around or not around. It was less hypothetical for him. He’d seen the damage first hand, before the surgery, before Dick looked all peaceful in the bed. He’d bail before the cops got there, but he’d stay until then.

With the others gone, though, it just left him in the room with Slade and Dick. “If you want a minute I’ll step out.” He’d turned himself in to the SCPD to keep Slade behind bars, but not only had that been a stupid fucking plan that did not work and infinitely complicated his own life, Dick had turned all the circumstances for doing it on their head. Jason still thought he was being an idiot getting involved with Slade, but that was Dick’s call to make and he’d made it. It was happening. He wasn’t so much of an ass as to make it about himself, despite all previous accusations thrown at him. He could wait for Bruce in the hall the same as he could wait for him in the room. Slade: “I don’t care if you stay,” Slade said. He’d barely notice him, honestly. He was only here to watch Dick and he doubted that Jason would tell him anything about what he had seen. They weren’t exactly cordial. Besides, there wasn’t much of a moment to be had. Dick was unconscious. All Slade could do would be to make a phone call, but he could explain to Billy everything he needed in the NOVA facility from his phone. He’d already initiated the process and Billy had access to his assets to bribe their way into a double agent. As soon as Dick was fully in the clear and awake, Slade would mobilize. He could do it alone, but he hoped Talia’s son would consent to join him. He had a good mind and none of the hesitations of his father, it seemed.

“I won’t be leaving until he wakes up, but I give my word I’d never harm him while he was like this.” He would say ‘at all’, but Slade had done emotional harm to Dick in the past and he couldn’t guarantee the future if he were to misstep. He didn’t give his word unless he could most certainly keep it. Bruce: It was another ten or fifteen minutes before Bruce returned. His expression was no longer grim, but he didn't look any less tired than before. He was surprised to find only Jason and Slade there upon his return and paused in the doorway, frowning. It was no secret to him that Jason and Slade's involvement in what happened at the docks and Jason's confession were what brought Slade to jail in the first place. But he knew at least Jason wasn't thinking about that right now.

"The surgery went well. The swelling is down. They anticipate bringing him out of the coma within the week. After that they will be better able to assess any lasting effects." That part carried weight, but he pushed past it for now. "No paralysis. Before they put him under, he was responsive." Jason: Jason had stepped out for a little while after Slade gave his non-committal answer and had barely went through the door again when Bruce came inside. It wasn’t bad news. It wasn’t a miracle or anything either. Jason was not, by nature, an optimist. He wasn’t going to run with the good parts and make more of them than what they were, but he was genuinely relieved that it wasn’t worse out of the gate.

He nodded and grabbed his bag of bloody clothes. He’d lingered long enough. Slade had insisted that he was staying and maybe Bruce would do the same, but Jason didn’t have the option. “Call me if anything changes. I’ll be at Roy’s.”

#bruce wayne #slade wilson #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #duke thomas #c: discord

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Circus AU + Dance of Romance for Nuts and Dolts please?

The First Dance

Ruby blinks up at the sky. It’s chilly, but not too uncomfortable with her warm, comfy coat on. Plus, she has her cloak on over that. And, for all she may be in one of the less wealthy parts of Atlas, she is still in Atlas. If there is one thing she understands about how the kingdom functions, it has a tendency of taking care of those it wants to.

Ruby looks around. She’s certainly surrounded by those Atlas tends to protect the most. The wealth of the crowd at the circus is obvious by their clothing, the numerous pieces of jewelry they wear, and the haughty way they talk. Ruby tries not to feel uncomfortable when they glance at her with clearly disapproving frowns. Sure, the circus is supposed to be a place where everyone can come to be awed and entertained, but this group of patrons seemed to have expected only a certain type of person to show up to this one. Ruby definitely isn’t it.

It’d be easier if she could have something to eat, but she can’t afford any of the concessions available, which is super frustrating. The cookies Ruby has seen looked utterly delectable. Decorated with thick, multi-hued frosting and loads of sprinkles, she’s sure they’re delicious.

That’s not why she’s here, Ruby quietly reminds herself. She wanders away from the concessions stand. After they got banned from the circus personally by the new owner, Mr. Schnee, her sister, Yang, and Yang’s girlfriend, Blake, asked her for help with their investigation of the Atlesian Grand Circus.

There’d been rumors down in Mantle since the hostile takeover by the Schnee Company about the new work conditions at the circus. Yang and Blake tried to look into things on their own, but they’d been caught asking the wrong questions to the wrong people. Now, there was no way they could get onto the grounds without being immediately escorted away. It was up to Ruby to see if there was anything going on there.

So far, with the exception of exorbitant prices, she hasn’t seen much out of the ordinary, and the prices could be explained away as catering to the affluent audience Mr. Schnee wants to reach. Still, Ruby has a gut feeling that there is something to the poor work condition claims, and she’s determined to find evidence.

She checks her scroll. With a half hour to go before the show in the main tent, she has time to do a bit of wandering. There’s numerous small stalls for fire jugglers, magicians, and the odd carnival game set up in long, winding rows. Ruby knows, from the debriefing Yang made her sit through, who to avoid. But, there’s so many performers, she figures, there has to be one that’s not extremely loyal to management.

Ruby begins her search.

After a couple rows crowded full of people pushing and shoving each other out of the way in order to get the best view, Ruby is surprised to find one corner of the circus completely empty of patrons.

The entertainer there is a girl around Ruby’s age. Something seems odd about her, but Ruby can’t quite place what. The girl sits on a tall stool in an otherwise empty stall. When Ruby approaches, she’s rubbing one hand up and down her other arm and staring at the grass under her dangling feet.

“Um, hi?” Ruby steps in front of the girl’s stall.

The girl jumps. She yelps, looses her balance on the stool, throws her arms out, but manages to keep from falling. She smiles at Ruby with a grin too wide to be natural.

“Hello, Circus-Goer, would you like a dance with an automaton?” The girl states in a monotonous tone without human inflection.

Ruby blinks. “What?”

“A dance with an automaton,” the girl repeats. “I am Penny, the first artificially created person. The founder and owner of…” she pauses, “the former owner of the circus, Pietro Polendina, built me himself.”

“Oh, um, cool.” Ruby scratches the back of her head. “I’ve never met an automaton before.”

“Well, I am very pleased to meet to meet you, Miss…?”

Ruby steps forward, closer to the stall. “Ruby. Ruby Rose.” She smiles at Penny. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Penny. I guess you like to dance a lot, huh?”

Penny frowns, but quickly tries to smile again. “It is the duty Mr. Schnee has given me. I will do it to the best of my capabilities.”

“But, you don’t like it, do you?” Ruby raises one eyebrow. Maybe Penny is someone who can help her.

Penny chews on her lower lip. She looks anywhere but Ruby. She refuses to make eye contact. Then, after seeing that Ruby hasn’t gone away, she takes a deep breath and speaks, “I used to help with the running of the big show and many other things. I liked doing those tasks more. But, I am very fortunate Mr. Schnee has allowed me to continue living here. Therefore, I must do what he wants.” She sighs. “And he wants me to dance.” She wraps her arms around herself. “I do like to dance, Ruby Rose, just not like this.”

“It’s okay.” Ruby reaches out a reassuring hand, but pulls it back when she realizes what she’s doing. She wants to help, but she doesn’t want to get in Penny’s space if it makes her uncomfortable. “You don’t have to dance with me.” She pauses, and looks around. No one else is there. They have privacy. “But, if you wouldn’t mind, I do have some questions about how the circus compares to how it used to run, and I think you could help me answer them.”

…

Slowly, carefully, with all the precision she can muster, Penny straightens her new bow. She checks her appearance over in the mirror. Not one ribbon or bolt is out of place. Makeup doesn’t work on her, but she’s applied a special type of polish that makes her almost glow.

Penny turns her head and examines her hair. For the celebration tonight, Pietro helped her change her hairstyle so her ears, and the little ruby earrings he’d given her ‘for luck’, could be visible. The style is very different from what she’s used to, kind of fancy, but, most importantly, it’s one Ruby’s never seen before. Penny inhales, and then exhales.

She’s ready.

It takes a few wrong turns, accidentally ending up in the kitchen, and asking their kindly chef for directions, but Penny finally arrives in the ballroom. Some guests have already arrived for the ‘we won the circus back’ party, but not the one she’s hoping to see.

Ruby Rose is one of Penny’s favorite people, and not just because she helped Penny and her father take back the circus (and win a significant sum of money from Mr. Schnee as a result of the lawsuit). Ruby is kind and open-hearted. She makes Penny laugh and makes her processors go at an incredible speed (like a racing heart, if she were human). And, tonight is the night Penny is going to ask her to dance. A real dance. In a ballroom with a live band performing a specially picked out waltz. A dance Penny wants more than anything, and that she dreams will end in a kiss.

Penny’s never kissed anyone before, but she knows she wants to try with Ruby.

And so, she does.

#rwby #nuts and dolts #mechanical rose #ruby rose #penny polendina #whirls writing #firefly roses #Anonymous

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Klemens on Árið með Gísla Marteini - translation

On December 27th, Klemens appeared briefly for a ten-minute segment on the new year’s special of talk show Vikan með Gísla Marteini (at roughly half an hour in).

Translation of Klemens’ bits and summary of context below the cut, although, disclaimer, if the translation reads sort of vague and weird in parts it’s probably because I wasn’t always entirely sure what Klemens was actually trying to get at. Damn it, Klemens, even when you’re just talking you’re hard to understand sometimes.

Gísli Marteinn introduces his guests for this segment. The previous segment was on the tidal shift of the year; he says his next guests have caused some tidal shifts themselves, and introduces them as young, promising people who had a good 2019. Along with Klemens, the other guests are Birta Abiba Þórhallsdóttir, Miss Universe Iceland 2019, and double crossfit world champion Katrín Tanja Davíðsdóttir. He says he picked them because they've all done noteworthy things this year and are role models in their respective fields.

He speaks to each of them about what they did this year. Birta talks about placing in the top ten in the Miss Universe contest, the best that Iceland's contestant has done since 1962; Katrín Tanja talks about how she finally published her book this year, and how she was in the ESPN Body Issue, something she'd always dreamed of since flipping through it and seeing all these very different but amazing bodies, and how it's been such a process to become happy and proud of her body.

Proceeding from this, Gísli Marteinn says, "Klemens, you've got a different body than them."

Klemens: "Yeah, I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm neither a beauty nor very fit."

Gísli Marteinn: "You're both cute and healthy, Klemens! Well, you, Hatari, owned the nation's hearts and minds this spring. I know it took some time to process this, and now it's the end of the year, so that's why I dragged you here. What's your assessment of this now when you look back on it?"

Klemens: "Well, I'm still digesting it. You're* looking back a bit now and figuring out what happened. But it was a real rollercoaster, and I'm very proud of what it led to and what happened, and I think that we had some influence, even if it's not obviously visible. It'll be interesting to see what the consequences will be."

Gísli Marteinn: "You've never regretted participating or anything, like, just going 'What were we thinking?' in September?"

Klemens: [laughs] "Well, you're always reflecting on what you're doing. You're always doubting yourself and what you do. But this was a leap off a cliff into the deep end of the pool, and you didn't really know where you were going. What happened happened, and you stand by that."

Gísli Marteinn talks about how all of them are breaking down some walls and prejudices in what they do, and brings up again how they're role models. Katrín Tanja is paving the way for girls to be strong and muscular ("a woman who could trounce me and Klemens both in a fight"), while Birta is a mixed-race Miss Iceland in a country that "thinks it's blonde and blue-eyed". (She points out she's the first mixed-race Miss Universe contestant from all of Scandinavia, by which I’m guessing she means the Nordic countries - Iceland is not actually part of Scandinavia.)

Gísli Marteinn: "Klemens, you're not just a political art piece, Hatari, with opinions on the Israel and Palestine situation. You're also messing with us older generations regarding gender roles - I mean, Andrean regularly appears in feminine clothing, you wear high heels, you've got..."

Klemens: "I'm a porn boy..."

Gísli Marteinn: "Yeah, you're a porn boy, you make BDSM into something that kids wear for Ash Wednesday**..."

Klemens: "Yeah."

Gísli Marteinn: "This is all very conscious on your part."

Klemens: "It's very conscious, and of course we're tackling certain contradictions within society. And all sorts of things emerge, like with the ads, how companies jumped to advertise Eurovision and our act and make use of that. It's just consumerism in a nutshell, at that point. It's fascinating to see how people react to something way different from what they're used to."

Gísli Marteinn talks about how they're all broadly within the field of entertainment, and they're hugely influential even though they're not directly involved in politics. He asks if this is a sign of the times, how the world is changing through different channels than before. Katrín Tanja says it's a privilege to be able to do some good in the world and be able to help some people with what she does. Gísli Marteinn says it used to feel as if beauty contestants weren't allowed to talk about anything but horse-riding, outdoors and child-rearing, while she's now coming in talking about the importance of an open and diverse society. She says Miss Universe contestants are generally meant to be apolitical because they're meant to inspire children to believe they can be anything they want, but that it was very important to her to, for example, write about her experiences of being mixed-race in Iceland to tell children like her that they're not alone, that she's also been called the n-word, that she's also had people on the bus grab her hair and pull it without her consent. She wants to reassure them that it's okay and that they can keep going and love themselves and others, and she feels that's her role today, rather than to just say she loves baking (because she's very bad at baking and it would be a lie). (This is not terribly relevant to all of you, I just think it's cool.)

Gísli Marteinn: "Klemens, where is Hatari going next? I mean, I was out there when you were on the front pages of every newspaper - the Guardian, the New York Times wrote about you, everyone was writing about you and your cause. Do you need to find a new cause, or do you need to... Are you going to just keep going with this, or... what will the political art piece Hatari do?"

Klemens: "You'll have to see. It'll be sent to us in a letter from Svikamylla ehf. But well, we're going to Europe, and Europe will crumble, that's our European tour, called Europe Will Crumble. But yeah, art has a purpose and can change the world, and I believe in that. Wherever it comes from, from what field."

Gísli Marteinn: "Even Eurovision?"

Klemens: "Even Eurovision. And everything's political. And politics today, I don't know what it can accomplish."

Gísli Marteinn then says he's certain they have no less influence than many politicians, thanks them for coming and wishes them a happy new year.

* For this whole bit where he's saying "you" a lot, it's an impersonal "you", like "one" - he's talking about himself, but in a generalized sense implying that's kind of what anyone would be thinking/doing. I think we probably do this in Icelandic more than in English. Should maybe just have translated it as “I”, but would’ve lost the impersonal feeling.

** In Iceland, Ash Wednesday is the traditional costume holiday where kids dress up, as opposed to Halloween (which is more of a recent import and way less culturally prevalent).

#hatari #klemens hannigan #interview #translation #icelandic #cultural context

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daddy-satrinava · 6 years ago

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The whole alphabet skdjfhfh (if you can, of course) BLESS YOU

Oh lord this is a long ass post and there’s nothing but thirst in it

Aftercare

• Sometimes takes longer than the sex, and that says a lot. All she wants is to spoil you, and this is the perfect occasion to lavish you with attention and appreciation.

• Soft kisses and soft smiles and soft looks and tired eyes and lazy touches and soft hair all over the place.

• We’re talking about Nadia ‘scented baths’ Satrinava, so a nice warm bath is a must. She’ll help you wash or give you a massage if she left you with any sore muscles, and all that comes with a lot of kisses on your bite marks ;)

Body part

• Caress and kiss those thighs please. It makes her weak when you touch them and if you do it right, maybe she’ll sub for you.

• As for her favorite body part, it has to be your shoulders. They’re just so good for everything: she likes to bite them, rest her head on them when you’re sitting together, grab them when you’re walking and kiss them when she’s spooning you.

Clothing

• Nadia just loves lingerie, both on herself and on you. If you like them too, she’ll buy hundreds, in all colors, from all fabrics and all models, and she’ll match them with jewelry.

• Asks you to pick your favorite and disappears behind the divider, making a little show out of it, throwing her clothes and making you ask nicely for her to come out.

• She loves to watch you move in lingerie, and if you give her a lap dance you’re definitely up for a treat.

Dirty talk

• Yes.

• Her special ability is not necessarily using explicit words but sounding so lewd. She will tell you between kisses how bad she wants to keep you up all night, how she wants to make you forget your name. She will remind you what a good pet you are and continuously ask you if you like it, if you want more, if you’ll behave etc.

• If you get flustered easily, she will take advantage of it and keep talking until you’re a blushing mess. And if you dirty talk back to her, it’s gonna be the hottest rap battle ever.

Favorite position

• Hear me out: 69.

• I mean, what could be better than a position which allows her to please you while you please her? Granted that she’s on top, of course.

• Likes to sync her movements to yours and often challenges herself to make you cum first, which she usually does, and then moves to sit on your face.

Intimacy

• When she isn’t too busy destroying your ass, Nadia does some super cute things during sex.

• Like when she goes down on you and you grab the sheets so she reaches out and holds your hand, and she chuckles because you’re squeezing it so tight.

• Or when she grabs your hips and nuzzles against your stomach.

• And oh my god all the kisses! If you think there’ll be one inch of your skin left unkissed, you’re wrong.

Kinks

• Of course, there’s the dom/sub dynamic and the pet play, but can we talk about her other kinks?

• Like everything related to orgasm control, she thinks there’s nothing hotter than seeing you so desperate to come and so frustrated when you’ve been denied once again. And when she decides it’s time to let you finish? Divine.

• Or light bondage. She often comes to you with a piece of silk and a smirk on her lips, and you know immediately what’s next. If you want to tie her down, it’s gonna take a while to convince her, but it’s gonna be soooo worth it. She finds it endearing, seeing you in control from time to time.

Location

• Call her old fashioned, but Nadia’s favorite place to have sex in is the bedroom. Sure, the baths are more steamy (ba dum tss) and the gateway has endless possibilities, but nothing quite matches the intimacy of the bedsheets. (those walls have seen things)

Motivation

• As mentioned above, seeing you in a sexy outfit always gets her going, but sometimes little things you do can turn her on so bad.

• Confidence is a big yes for her. Whenever you make a good impression in court, charm her guests or light up the atmosphere, she has this feeling that’s a mixture of pride and arousal and she can barely stop herself from jumping on you in front of everyone.

• And oh, does she love it when you get feisty. Do any bold gesture - kiss her passionately out of nowhere, touch her under the table, sit in her lap, tell her how much you want her - and you’ll have a horny mess out of the Countess.

Noise

• Starts off quiet - some gasps and hums, but as she gets closer she won’t hold back any of those beautiful sounds. You’d be surprised how shameless her moans can be when she reaches the orgasm.

•Usually she never bothers about the sounds, because she is the Countess and can do whatever she wants, but if you are in a place other than the palace, say, someone else’s palace, she will do her best staying silent and make up for it with her delightful facial expressions.

Oral

• That mouth does wonders, baby. Her soft lips are just meant to be sucking and kissing, and that tongue of hers can make you lose yourself in pleasure. She’s so good at edging it makes you wonder where did she learn that from, when actually she just understands your body very well; you can say she’s a natural.

• When receiving oral, she likes to either sit in a chair or ride your face, one hand always in your hair and her eyes pinned on you. She’s okay with fingering, but she prefers to have your hands roaming on her body.

Pace

• For her, it’s slow and steady over fast and messy. This woman is a true tease, so of course she will want to drive you crazy with her feather-light kisses and touches, but she also craves sweet love making, the kind that takes the whole night and feels like it has no beginning and no ending.

Quickie

• She’d rather take her time, to work every part of you up and make sure every time is most enjoyable. But if a great thirst appears and the circumstances impedes that, she will jam you into an empty room and get done with it quick.

Risk

• Not the biggest fan of having sex in risky places. Teasing in public is a different thing, which she loves to do, but she prefers the fucc to happen in private.

• If you’re into that, however, she can make some compromises: she’ll instruct the servants to avoid a certain room and then get at it, but only after expressing her deep concern about being caught in the sexiest voice.

Seduction

• Nadia’s sweet nothings whispered in your ear are better than any other flirt; she will tell you all the things she loves about you, and that means everything, she will tell you just what you do to her (maybe even show) and she’ll make you feel like the most loved person.

• And honestly, if you want her equal parts flustered and horny, just praise her a little. Tell her how good her speech was, how proud you are of her, how beautiful she looked in that dress. She is hard to impress, but she also has a soft spot for you, so it’s actually quite easy to make her swoon.

Toys

• Girl got everything you could think of and probably more. She’s a huge fan of toys and wants to try them all on you.

• You can’t convince me some of them aren’t crafted by the Countess herself. She’d want to give you a custom made gift and will ask for a veeery detailed description of what you’d like.

• Having such a talented magician by her side and not enchanting her favorite toys would be a shame, really. You’d better get your hand on some buzzing magic, because you won’t regret it ;)

Unfair

• When does Nadia not tease you, honestly.

• At a table she never misses the chance of sliding her leg against yours, or trailing her fingers up your thigh while you’re trying to have a conversation with someone. She’d also whisper something scandalous in your ear then turn away and start chatting with a random person.

• Always compliments your outfits (even though she bought them all lol) and touches you all over, claiming to ‘feel the fabric’.

• I could go on, but to recap: Nadia teases.

Vocal

• She’s more of a talker than a moaner, so brace yourself for a lot of dirty talk and praising.

• Gives you clear instructions on how to position yourself and, if you’re lucky enough to top, how to fuck her.

• As she gets closer she resumes to ecstatic affirmations and the way she calls your name when pleasure overtakes her is orgasmic in itself. Afterwards, praises of your hard work are compulsory.

Wildcard

• This one belongs to @mindlesssoulz bless her

• Nadia goes wild (pun intended) if you dig your nails into her back while she fucks you. Feeling you hooked on her flesh, your heart and body all hers, it makes her feel unbelievably alive. Expect her to groan and pick up the pace, maybe even dig her teeth into your collarbone.

• If not, at least give her a back scratch from time to time

X-rated thoughts

• Well, maybe this isn’t the kinkiest fantasy ever, but all she ever wanted - and I mean really wanted - was to wake up to her partner eating her out. She likely won’t tell you at first, because she thinks it’s a bit selfish, but like, please make her happy and convince her she deserves to have all her fantasies fulfilled.

• If you want it to be the best morning of her life, masturbate at the same time and you’re guaranteed to not leave the bed for the rest of the day.

Yearning

• Nadia is one of those persons that look like they can control their sexual instincts, but in truth she wants sum fuk all the time.

• Her libido is high, but what’s even higher is her stamina, good lord. She can go on for hours, with no break.

• Sometimes, when things are busy at the palace, you don’t get the chance to have sex for a long time, so when you finally do get a break she’s so horny you need a second break to recover from all that.

ZZZ

• Doesn’t sleep immediately after, because she wants to indulge in that warm feeling. Most likely she’ll clean up while feeling confident and pleasantly tired (like the sims lol). If you doze off she will gladly hold you in her arms and slowly stroke your hair.

• However, if you manage to exhaust her, she’ll snuggle with you and fall asleep in no time, which is a rare event for her, so congratulations on your achievement, dude.

#BLESS YOU ANON #the arcana #the arcana game #nadia satrinava #countess nadia #nadia route #headcanons #n(adia)sfw #'hooked on her flesh' that's from a hozier song lol

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Edwin one-shot: A Photo session

Summary: Ed and Winry decide to give each other special wedding gifts.

A/N: this fic was inspired by this piece of art by the talented @stephysketchy. It was super hard to try to write in character, but I /tried/. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and pleease let me know what you think!! Also, give a look at Stephy’s fic on this topic as well :)

Words: 1300ish

genre: fluff mainly

Warnings: adult themes mentioned/implied.

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”Ed? Can we talk about something?”

Edward and Winry’s wedding was only a few weeks away. They had wanted to make it as small a ceremony as ever possible but somehow, more and more friends were inviting themselves into it. Pinako Rockbell had already told to some of the eager neighbors on behalf of the bride and the groom that they simply didn’t have space for more guests. Now, most of the preparations that could be done beforehand were already done, but there was one very specific detail Winry wanted to discuss with Ed.

“Uh, yeah, sure? I hope I’m not in trouble or something,” Ed answered, chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“You’re not, unless there’s something you’d like to share with me now…. Speaking of which,” she added cheekily before Ed could answer, “I DO know about those suspicious magazines in your luggage….”

“What, HOW?” Ed yelped, looking mortified.

“I was simply looking for some tools I thought you might have left in there after your last trip…” Winry noted calmly and threw her tresses over her shoulders. “But lucky for you, that’s not what I want to talk about now.”

Ed relaxed visibly when he realized Winry wouldn’t make a big deal out of his little “mishap”. “Oh, OK. So, what’s up?”

Winry seemed a bit hesitant when she answered: “I was reading one of my wedding magazines. It said that it’s often a habit that the bride and the groom also get each other small gifts for the wedding. So… Do you think we should do it?”

“That sounds kinda silly.” Ed shrugged. “Isn’t it enough that we throw a party? Money doesn’t grow in trees.”

“I knew you would say that,” Winry sighed and was already about to drop the topic when Ed surprised her.

“Wait. I meant… for me it’s enough that I’ll get to be married to you. But… I guess we could consider it. If you really want to!”

It took a moment for Winry to let his words sink in. “Aww, Ed!” She said with a blush on her face. “I’d love that! So, what kind of gift would you like?”

“I don’t know, what do people get usually?” Ed asked.

“Umm…” Winry grew visibly hesitant.

“You’re blushing.”

Winry ignored Ed’s comment and said: “I read… from that same magazine that… some people get each other photos of themselves.”

“Photos? What’s so weird about that?” Ed cocked his eyebrow questioningly. Winry wasn’t usually so nervous about suggesting something.

“I mean… Not your typical photos… More like… the ones in your magazines.”

“WHAT?” Ed freaked out. “Are you saying that WE should do that??”

“Well, you got a new camera recently, and… I don’t know? It sounded kinda fun to me…” Winry started regretting bringing up the topic at all.

“Woman, you are crazy.” Ed exclaimed. A picture of Winry in very few clothes flashed in front of his eyes, though, and he slowly started warming up to the idea. “But it’s crazy enough that I think I want to do it!”

Winry looked genuinely surprised, but nodded then: “OK, let’s do it then!”

…

The couple already shared some sexual experiences together, but posing for the other was the next level of intimacy, especially to Ed. “But it’s more fun if we do it together!” Winry tried to convince him when the two of them were alone in the Rockbell house a couple of days later and remembered their earlier decision. When Winry appeared from her closet with only her underwear on, Ed’s protests died, especially after Winry mysteriously promised that he might get a reward once they were done.

“You are so easily convinced,” Winry laughed and wrapped her arms around him, burying her head against his bare collarbone.

“Nahhh. You’re simply a very good convincer,” Ed smirked into her hair and returned the hug briefly. Suddenly he exclaimed: “Hey! I have an idea!”

“What is it?” Winry asked suspiciously. “Remember, we only agreed to do this with the underwear on, I am not…”

“No, no, this isn’t like that!” Ed answered hurriedly. “This is a bit embarrassing, but when… well, sometimes when I picture you, you know… when I’m doing stuff…”

“Yeah?” Winry said, wanting to hear where this was going.

“You are wearing my red hoodie… you know, the one with the Flamel symbol.”

“Oh? So that’s your kink? Me wearing the red hoodie?” Winry giggled. “Well, if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.”

“So, now that we are sharing, what would you like to see in my pic?” Ed asked. “I mean, shouldn’t it be equivalent exchange?”

“I…” Winry stopped to think for a good while. “I want the automail to show well… and maybe my favorite wrench! And a bottle of oil…”

“Calm down, gearhead!” Ed stopped her before she got farther. “That’s a lot of things. Your reward better be good!

“Oh, it will be.” Winry smirked, leaving to get her equipment.

…

“Smile!”

Winry was handling the camera while Ed was sitting on the bed, trying to get comfortable. That was easier said than done, though. Ed was still sporting his resting bitch face despite Winry’s coaxing.

“Oh come on, Ed, try to cooperate a bit here, please.” She bit her lip a bit, trying to think of a way to make Ed relax.

“You’ll see when you’re in my position that this is not so easy!” He growled.

Winry put the camera down and sat next to Ed, taking his hand in hers. “Yeah, I know. Sorry. Maybe this was a bad decision.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” Ed nudged his shoulder against hers. “Maybe there’s some way we can make this work!”

“How?”

“Do you know what I do when, um… my brain says I’m thinking about you a bit too much?”

“Noo?” Winry replied. “But I’m curious now… I have seen you mumbling something weird sometimes in my company…”

“Exactly,” Ed nodded. “Maybe if… you said my mantra I could calm down a bit?”

“So, what exactly do you say to calm yourself down?” Winry asked.

“I’m… I’m reciting the periodic table,” Ed finally admitted.

Winry burst into laughter. “I should have guessed that, you alchemy nerd.”

“Way to make me more comfortable,” Ed snarled.

“Sorry, I’m just teasing,” Winry said quickly. “What I really mean is that if you want, I can do that. But I don’t remember it by heart, so you might have to help me out.”

“I’m fine with that,” Ed said, a small smile rising on his face.

Winry rose from the bed and went back to her filming position. “OK. Here goes. The first one is… Hydrogen, right?”

“You are correct,” Ed said happily.

“After that… Helium?”

“Yup.”

“Lithium?”

“You are surprisingly good at this.”

“Well, I /have/ heard someone recite it before. Now I know why.”

“Hey!”

“Shhh. The next one is hard… Be… beryllium?”

“Correct! And what’s next?”

“Boron!”

Ed was now smirking on the bed, amused by the fact that somehow Winry had memorized the periodic table better than he had expected. Winry took a lot of photos of him while he was looking so relaxed and was pleased with how they ended up looking. When it got her turn to pose, Ed asked:

“Is there an actual reason why you know the periodic table so well?”

“Well,” it was Winry’s turn to look a bit embarrassed. “I may have tried to learn it when I wished a certain alchemy freak would notice that I liked him.”

“Really? You did it for me?” Ed looked from behind his camera with surprise.

“I did.” Winry gave him a shy smile.

“I am one lucky guy,” Ed noted and captured an adorably pink cheeked Winry on the paper.

#edwin #edxwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fullmetal alchemist #my fics

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foreverbeingthunderbuddy · 7 years ago

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It’s A Date [b.b.]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: “How much did you drink?”

Summary: You work for Tony Stark and are madly in love with Bucky. After repeatedly rejecting Tony’s invitations to his monthly extravagant parties, you decide it’s finally time to be badass and accept the invitation. You go the party – and instantly accompany a good old friend named Liquid Courage. Not a good idea when your crush is right there, too.

Warnings: um cuss words, sexual tension

A/N: This is my piece for @upsidedownparker’s 5k writing challenge, congrats again!! Word count around 6k.

Masterlist

Didn’t someone once say that being sexy is all about attitude, not body type?

Clearly, that someone was a beautiful person with no body flaws because there’s literally no way your attitude can overpower what you see in your bedroom mirror right now. A black dress that goes to mid-thigh and is tight around the waist. A closer look quickly reveals: a little too tight. Or maybe not the dress is the problem here, maybe it’s what underneath it.

It’s been a while since you last wore this particular piece of clothing but you didn’t think those two or three years took a toll on your body as they did. Sure, you didn’t gain a significant amount of weight – maybe one or two pounds? – but you are a hundred percent certain this dress looked better when you bought it.

Hrmpf.

You already did your make-up and were actually on your way out but you couldn’t leave without a last glance in the mirror and well. That was a mistake. You pick on the material at your waist to make it look a little looser, see it doesn’t work, sigh and then grab your purse on the bed behind you.

You accepted Tony’s invitation yesterday and at this point it’s too late to call in and cancel. You could just not show up but the second you told him you’d be there, he declared he’d be looking for you, so it’s not like nobody would notice if you stayed away. He would give you shit for the rest of this week if you chickened out.

The reason why Tony is so eager to get you to go to one of his parties is that since you started working for him two years ago, you declined every single monthly invitation he sent out. Every single one of them. Without an exception. You’re not entirely sure why you do it, all you know is that the thought of dressing up and walking alone among crowds that scream high-society and judge you the second they lay their spoiled eyes on you, is terrifying. And you know you’d be alone.

You interned for a year at Kasper Mentinkberg’s company, did errands, sorted folders, stuff like that until he let you assist in his lab. Halfway through, the project you were working on got a higher classification and the committee demanded a stricter selection of the staff that was involved in it. Meaning no interns.

Kasper had to let you go but you know you did a good job working for him because he made sure you had an excellent letter of recommendation and a job interview with Bruce Banner’s head of assistance at the Stark Tower. You remember leaving the subway station and looking up at the Tower for the first time, heart in your throat, buzz in your ears, breathing non-existent.

When you entered the interviewer’s office, your hands shook so hard it almost looked like a tremble went through your whole body. But you survived, surprisingly. And not just that, two days later you got a long-awaited call from a number you have memorized since Kasper informed you about the job interview. Your heart was beating somewhere outside your body as you picked up your phone and answered it.

You interned at Bruce’s lab for three weeks before he sat you down and offered you a legit job. You almost cried. Bruce Banner, THE Bruce Banner, wanted you to work for him. A girl is allowed to cry about that. Tears of joy, of course.

You’ve been working for him for two years now and you are proud to call him your friend. Not many people can say that. And not many people have a Stark Industries ID, a work place in the Stark Tower, and a very generous boss who doesn’t know what minimum wage is. Working for one Avenger also comes with the circumstance that you meet every single one of Earth mightiest defenders at some point in your being there.

And one of them caught your eye in particular. One would think the metal arm is an immediate indicator of him being a Walking Danger but you’re not dull enough to mistake James Buchanan Barnes for any other than the sweet, caring person that he is. Even if his appearance can be intimidating sometimes.

If Bucky knew about your feelings for him, you would have to quit and move to Nicaragua.

You sigh again and close your apartment door behind you. You won’t cancel tonight, it’s time that you get yourself together and attend one of Tony’s stupid parties. Maybe he will leave you alone then.

The drive to his New Yorkian mansion takes fifteen minutes. Traffic included. You live very close to the Tower and the Tower is very close to Tony’s mansion, so it’s all just a stone’s throw. Sometimes you walk to work, if the weather is good and you don’t feel too exhausted from the previous day. Let’s just say working overtime isn’t a rarity in a corporation that sees its responsibility in saving the world every week, including weekends.

Though, Bruce would never let you work on Saturdays and Sundays, you just offer it and if refused, you stubbornly come to work anyway if you feel like they are occupied with a big case and need every help they can get. Hence the tiredness on some days. Maybe you’re not as smart as you always think you are.

The mansion appears in front of you and with all the decorations and the lights it looks like the fanciest building in this city. And is that a red carpet on the ground? Tony never had an understanding of subtlety. You would smile if the sight of glamorous crowds walking through the gates didn’t make you so anxious. That’s a lot of people.

You cut your eyes away from the extravagant dresses and high-heels and search for the side gate instead. Tony told you, in case you ever decided to attend his parties, you could take the sideway and park your car in a separate parking space that is specifically reserved for his Avenger colleagues and a couple of staff members who he is friends with. And apparently, he sees you in that category as well.

You show the security guard your invitation and ID and he checks whether your name is on the list for special parking, which it is, opens the gate and you follow a nicely decorated path along the side of Tony’s house until eventually you reach a small parking lot that is separated from the garden – or outside area, how Tony calls it – by a big wooden fence. There are already ten cars parking next to each other but you don’t know which one belongs to whom.

There are four empty spots left and you stop your car next to a red, expensive looking Tesla. Carefully so as not to harm the shiny car paint, you open the door and crumble out of your not at all fancy-looking vehicle and sort your dress, remove all wrinkles and check your hair. You can hear voices coming from behind the fence, joyful chatter and mindless laughter, and it seems like a part of the guests have already moved their conversations outside to the over-the-top patio.

It’s going to be fine, Y/N, don’t get stressed just because you don’t know anyone. They’re not going to notice you anyway. Just look for Bruce or Nat and stay one or two hours and then you’re done.

You take a deep breath and start walking to the open glass door, glowing lamps in the shape of a ball lay on the ground left and right like statues in a museum entrance. Not without hesitation, you enter the mansion.

Or just get drunk, maybe that’s better.

You follow the music – jazz? – down the hallway and walk around a corner and through another door. The voices you could make out vaguely now sound very prominent and you know if you walk around that corner over there, you will enter the huge party room. Party hall. Party area?

It’s enormous and has a bar and looks like Tony could rent it to other people as a party location.

Let’s go.

Gathering all your courage, you step forward and leave the hallway and almost get struck dead by the sight that presents itself in front of you.

Dim lights, dozens of little seating areas occupied by important looking, glitter wearing people, stylish lamps creating a We’re-at-a-club atmosphere without destroying the ambiance’s high-society feel, a beautifully lit, gigantic bar that holds about every type of liquor you could imagine, a dancefloor and a small buffet offering what looks like fingerfood and salad.

The music – only barely drowned out by the people’s chatter – is coming from speakers that are hidden well enough that you can’t find them. Oh, and those really are a lot of people. It seems like Tony invited half of New York tonight. Ugh. At least you are one of the few people who 1) work for him and know him personally and 2) are allowed to park on his property. Makes you feel a little more special, and you need that feeling, urgently.

You would have loved to see his “garage” with those deluxe cars but that’s for another time, you guess.

Hesitantly, you start to move and make your way over to the bar, dodging guests who are too caught up in their conversations to notice you. This is exactly like last time.

See, you’ve done this before. You said you never attended one of Tony’s parties but that isn’t exactly true. You just think that first time doesn’t count because you’ve only been there for five minutes before you left with a heavy, disappointed heart and teary eyes. It was five months ago.

All this “It’s time to be an adult and just go that dumb party” already happened, you didn’t wear this dress, though, you wore a black skirt and a silver, sleeveless blouse. It was an expensive outfit and you were happy to showcase it. Everything was exactly like tonight, short car drive, special parking, jazz music, deep breath at the corner, being wildly impressed by the interior.

The only thing that was different back then was your motivation. Tonight it’s so Tony won’t bother you again with his judging eyes and charming attempts at persuasion to get you to accept the invitation. Five months ago it was the fact that Bucky has personally tried to convince you to come here. You’ve already fallen for him at that point, so it wasn’t like he had much Convince-Y/N work to do.

****

“Y/N, you’re really missing out and I’m not just saying that because Tony wants me to. Come on. Try it at least once” He said and rested both of his elbows on the counter that separated you from him.

You were in the lab, Bruce was in a meeting with Tony and there were only two other assistants minding their own business at the other side of the room. It wasn’t often that Bucky came down here and when he did, it was so he could speak to Bruce about important Earth saving stuff. He almost never came to the lab just to talk to you, even though he always did when he was here. He made sure he got to exchange at least a couple of words with you every time, without an exception.

Even if it was mostly him talking and you making agreeing noises because his presence and unshared attention made you so nervous that you couldn’t get out three coherent words without embarrassing yourself.

You remember his hair was tied in a low knot at the back of his neck and his eyes were so piercing blue that you preferred looking at your notes in front of you. You also remember the slight annoyance you felt when you realized you were in full lab attire, your hair in a boring ponytail and you didn’t even bother to put on make-up.

“I don’t know” You said and showed a little smile, still not looking at him, “Those parties always sound so … fancy and over the top. I don’t think that’s for me.”

“It’s not really for me either but … they have a bar and nice music and plenty of opportunities to talk to each other without having Bruce or his assistants being nosy bystanders.”

Your heart jumped at that comment and you looked up to meet his eyes and saw him smile when he realized he had you on the hook. Without hiding the confident look on his face, he straightened up and laid both his hands flat on the counter and you tried not to stare at his metal arm under that tight, black shirt whose sleeves he pulled up to his elbows.

“Come on, Y/N.”

****

As every girl on this planet would, you gave in. Got dressed up, came here full of hope and a joyfully beating heart, only to see Bucky dance with a beautiful woman rather intimately, allowing her to kiss his face and brush her hands over his biceps and back, making your joyful heart turn hollow and sink to your knees.

Maybe this is one of those situations where a misunderstanding leads to the female protagonist storming out the room in tears while her guy tries to get away from Miss I’m-responsible-for-the-low-point-in-this-love-story without being too rude because he is a genuinely good guy, you thought. So, eyes filled with un-cried tears and a tight throat, you watched and gave him ten seconds to prove this is nothing but a misunderstanding.

He used that time to lay his arms around her waist and whisper something into her ear. You were out of there before any of the other Avengers could notice you.

****

“Why didn’t you come to the party yesterday?” He asked and grabbed one of the Erlenmeyer flasks filled with an orange liquid that you didn’t exactly know because you mindlessly mixed stuff together while thinking heartbrokenly about the previous night.

You didn’t look at him and proceeded to write down notes.

“I did come to the party. It was nice. Beautiful decorations” You said and tried to keep your voice on a light level. From the corner of your eye, you could see Bucky turn his head to you, surprised.

“You did?”

“Yup.”

“I didn’t see you, why … Why didn’t you come to me? I thought we wanted to talk?” He asked and the fact that he genuinely sounded baffled angered you almost enough to let it show. Instead, you shrugged.

“I didn’t want to interrupt. Besides, I already was in good company. Tony invited a ton of people, some of which I knew, so I kind of … forgot I guess.” You looked at him. “I’m sorry.”

His beautiful blue eyes stared at you as if he tried to read your mind. He looked puzzled and there was something else. Something you weren’t willing to identify.

“You didn’t want to interrupt” He repeated. You nodded and pulled your attention back to your notes.

There was silence for a moment and you heard a quiet thud as he put down the flask that was still in his hand. It took all of your willpower not to look at him, as much as your wildly beating heart wanted you to.

“Next time I pick you up and we go there together. Maybe this meeting-at-the-party thing doesn’t work for us” He said and actually sounded determined. Now why did it hurt you to reject him?

“I don’t think there’s going to be a next time for me. I saw enough and I don’t think it’s worth it.”

****

You walk around a woman with a shiny, golden dress and that’s when your eyes fall on a familiar face in the crowd at the same time as that familiar face notices you, too. Bruce Banner’s eyes grow big as he realizes who he is looking at and you register with an amused smile how his jaw drops like he is in a cartoon. You wave at him and he salutes to you.

Rolling your eyes, you laugh and disappear from his field of vision, approaching the bar and sliding into a free spot at the counter. You climb onto the chair and inspect the shelves behind the two bartenders. God, that’s a lot of bottles. How to you choose?

Your thought from earlier pops up in your head again – Get drunk! – so you order a cocktail from which you know it’s more alcohol than anything. Long Island Iced Tea. Two or three of those should do the job. Maybe before you get completely shitfaced, you should look for Tony and prove you were actually here.

You turn in your chair and let your eyes wander over the crowd. A useless venture it seems, there’s no way you find him between all these people. You crane your neck and see Bruce talking to Nat. They look like two teenagers on their first date rather than two mighty Avengers who fought Hydra and Earth’s most dangerous scum. You smile while sipping on your drink.

****

“So, you and Nat, hm?” You asked and threw a meaningful side-look at him while you handed him a pair of lab goggles. He pretended not to see your look and put them on.

“Me and Nat?”

“Oh, don’t act all innocent. I’m not blind. Every time you two talk it’s like you’re about to have your first kiss. I almost feel weird being in the same room with the two of you anymore, I feel like a constant cockblock.”

You heard him snort nervously but he still refused to look at you and tipped on the holo-screen in front of him.

“Wow, I- I don’t think you are- I don’t think that’s true. We’re not, you know, it’s not easy- we are-“

“In love?”

He shot you an annoyed look.

“What about you and Bucky? Any good news?” He suddenly asked, going into direct attack mode. His question did exactly what he intended, it took you off-guard and you stared at him for a moment, the wheels in your head working hectically.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He has a soft spot for you, Y/N, it’s fairly obvious. Do you really think it’s necessary for him to come down here as often as he does?” He asked and gave you a smile that you didn’t reciprocate. He probably didn’t see Bucky at the party. But … did he really have a soft spot for you? Did he come down here with excuses just to talk to you?

“Why have you been avoiding him lately?”

“I think Nat is so into you” You said to change the subject.

“I think Bucky is so into you” Bruce retorted and grabbed a little container filled with blue powder.

“What the fuck is this? Love Advice Live with Bruce and Y/N?” Tony suddenly threw in from the door.

****

Does Bucky really have a soft spot for you? Then why did he go and dance with other women like he’s about to do the do right there on the dance floor? Is that a weird Winter Soldier way of liking someone? Is that how they did these things back in the 40s?

Before you get any of these questions answered, your eyes find the person you have been thinking about the whole night. His chin-length hair is pulled back and gives a free view of his pretty face and he wears a black sweater over a dark blue button-up peeking out at the collar. He looks so good you want to cry.

His eyes are on you. And you don’t know how long he has been watching you.

Despite your manners picking on your side and trying to get you to smile at him, you don’t and simply look at him. He does the same. All while ignoring the man and woman next to him who he’s been in a conversation with. You see his gaze travel down your figure, taking in your outfit and you realize he has probably never seen you in a dress before. When his eyes come back up to your face, there’s still no reaction but he doesn’t break off eye contact either.

You wait three seconds – he certainly doesn’t look like he’s coming over here anytime soon – and turn away from him to face the bar. God, can your pulse calm down please? Why did this feel so wild?

You pull out your phone and scroll down to Tony’s contact.

Hey, Tony. I’m at your little party. Bar. I officially pronounce myself off the hook now.

You put away the phone and take another deep gulp from your drink. It’s already half empty and you feel warmer and warmer as the seconds pass by. Or maybe that’s just the burning look Bucky is giving you from somewhere behind you.

“Excuse me, is this spot taken?” A deep male voice suddenly asks and you smile into your drink before making a vague gesture with your hand.

“Now it is.”

Bruce sits down next to you and puts his drink beside yours. You don’t know what the liquid is, but you know it’s high-proof.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I bet 50 bucks that you wouldn’t attend these parties until next year” He jokes and brushes his thumb over the condensation of the glass in his hand.

“And who bet with you?” You ask, feeling both amused and uncomfortable that you would be a conversational topic at the Stark Tower. Bruce smiles.

“Steve. He said you would come here before this Christmas and he was right.”

“Sorry about the 50 bucks.”

He shrugs.

“Ah, whatever” He says and takes a gulp from his drink, “It was about time.”

You grab your own glass and empty it. Probably not a good idea but free alcohol, my people. Now is the time. You could cut the tension between you and Bucky with a knife and why would you sit through it sober? Tomorrow’s not a work day for you anyway.

You don’t tell Bruce about your little tragedy five months ago, instead you sigh, say “Yup” and order another Long Island Iced Tea. When it arrives, you both clink glasses and take generous sips before putting down the drinks and staring at the shiny bottles in the shelves.

“So. You and Nat, hm?” You repeat the question that opened a very similar conversation some time ago. He gives you The Hand – stop right there.

“Not gonna have this conversation again. Just shut up and drink your alcohol bomb and let me stare at her in peace.”

You snort, do what he says and then follow his gaze over your shoulder to Nat standing a couple of feet away. She’s talking to Steve. You throw a careful look at Bruce who watches them with a resigned look on his face. Sucking in some air, you want to start assuring him that there’s nothing going on between those two when he raises his hand and shows you his palm again – stop right there.

“Don’t wanna hear it.”

Hrmpf. Okay then.

Your eyes wander over the dozens and dozens of heads until they find a certain person you’ve been meaning to look for but meaning to ignore at the same time. Bucky is currently caught up in a conversation with a blonde chick, he has his head slightly tilted down to her and she has a look on her face that indicates she is about to eat him alive.

Hello, jealousy, my old friend. There you are. Would you mind not punching me so hard? That’d be nice.

You clench your teeth and grab your glass from behind you and – well, you guessed it. This drink is disappearing faster than you thought. Should you stop?

“What about you and Bucky?” Bruce teases beside you, he likely noticed your behaviour. You give him The Hand like he did with you earlier and keep your eyes on Bucky. What you don’t do is answer but it seems enough of an answer for Bruce anyway because he starts laughing.

“At least I’m not alone with this.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Bucky and I are not like you and Nat.”

“Sure. Listen, I’ll go outside for a second, make a phone call … and stuff. You okay here?”

You give him a look – “I’m an adult, Bruce” – and nod. He smiles his awkward Banner smile and stands up from his seat. You don’t watch him leave, instead you search for Nat but she, too, has disappeared. Hm. You smile to yourself. Make a phone call, sure.

You barely took another sip when you feel another presence next to you.

“Hi, is this spot taken?” An unknown male voice asks and you turn your head to see a handsome guy with dark blonde, short hair, brown eyes and a charming smile. He wears a white suit shirt tucked into his black pants and a black necklace around his neck whose pendant is hidden under his shirt.

You automatically smile back, “Nope”, and gesture for him to sit down. In his hand is a beer.

“Are you alone?” He asks and eyes you closer, taking his time with checking you out. If he didn’t have such a charming smile, you would lie and tell him your plus one is outside smoking.

“Yeah, I came here on my own” You admit with a shy smile and look back at the crowd.

Two piercing blue eyes meet yours and even from the distance you can see a slight frown on his face. He is still talking to the girl but right now he doesn’t seem to hear a single thing she says.

“I almost can’t believe that. Surely, there must be quite a number of men who would have loved to come here with you” The man says and his cheesy comment makes you laugh, more out of embarrassment than anything else. You look back at him and feel the alcohol get to your head. Which is why you don’t come up with something to excuse yourself and leave but actually stay here and smile at him.

“You’d be surprised” You say because you don’t know what else to answer and throw a quick glance at Bucky but you can’t find him. He’s gone. Just like the blonde. They probably left together. That realization hurts you more than you expected, and your smile vanishes instantly.

“Well, lucky me, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to talk to you right now” He says, oblivious to the fact your mood dropped to negative fifty. You turn to him and give him a polite smile. And then you listen to him talk about the law firm he works for, some kind of fancy one you already forgot the name of the minute he told you, and sip on your drink. Lost in thought.

“That’s awesome” You express your obligatory adoration after a minute, so he won’t ask you questions, not knowing what it was that he just said that is so awesome. He – his name is Mark – rewards your comment with a smile, lays one of his hands on top of yours and looks at one of the expensive looking wine bottles in those shelves.

“Well, tha-“

“Excuse me” Someone suddenly interrupts and at the familiar voice your head swings around and you stare up at Bucky with wide eyes.

“Um, yes?” Mark asks, sounding more irritated than appropriate and you could push him.

One look at Bucky reveals: the man is pissed. His eyes seem darker than usual and his sensual mouth is pressed into a line. And thank god, his hostile demeanour isn’t directed at you.

“Can I help you with anything?” Bucky asks him and steps a little closer to you, making your pulse speed up. Should you intervene? Do you want to intervene? Nope. Not really. Mark was getting more and more annoying to be honest and it looks like Bucky is saving you from him.

“Excuse me? Help me with anything? What exactly do you mean?” Mark clearly doesn’t know who he is talking to or else he would try to keep his tone more respectful. Bucky could knock him out with a single punch.

“I mean” He says lowly, and lays one hand around your waist, “Do you need anything or why are you bothering my date?”

Oh-oh.

Mark looks at you, dumbfounded doesn’t even cut it, and then he frowns. One of his many mistakes tonight is not taking away his hand from yours.

“She told me she’s here on her own and she didn’t even mention you once, man. Maybe step back and bother someone else.”

Double oh-oh.

You feel Bucky’s hand squeeze your waist, likely to regain some composure. Is it wrong that you don’t want him to regain composure?

“As far as I could see, you didn’t even give her the chance to tell you she’s with me. You should give the women an opportunity to say something, too, when you talk to them, man.” Well. You did tell him you’re alone but that’s an unimportant detail, you guess. “Now why don’t you step back and we forget this happened?” He asks and how he asks it, it doesn’t sound like a question, it sounds more like an order and something way back in your head finds that hot. Ugh. The alcohol.

Mark apparently doesn’t have a sense for self-preservation.

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

“Alright then, maybe I can change your mind.” And with that he reaches out to Mark’s hand, grabs his wrist and pulls it away from your hand rather violently, so that Mark loses balance for a second and steps to the side. You watch with big eyes but closed mouth. No way you’re getting inbetween that.

“Ey, man-“ Mark starts but gets interrupted by Bucky’s metal hand laying itself on his shoulder – squeezing hard you bet – and that’s when he finally notices the unusual arm. You can literally see the thought process play out on his face, anger, confusion, realization, regret, fear. You would laugh if it wasn’t so serious.

The people standing next to you have long detected the uneven fight going on over here but because they know who the Winter Soldier is, they don’t even make an attempt to help poor Mark out of his misery. He kind of … deserves it. Just a little bit. A teeny tiny little bit.

“I, um-“

“How about you go over there and don’t look at her again for the rest of the night. How about that?” Bucky asks rhetorically and gives his shoulder a “soft” push. You just know he wishes he could use his strength to its full potential but that really wouldn’t be fair, would it?

“Good idea” Mark says and wants to go for his beer on the counter but Bucky’s arm at his chest stops him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you. Leave it. I’m sure you’ll find another beer.”

Mark nods.

“Of course.”

And then he’s gone. If Bucky had been a stranger right now trying to harass you, your saviour in shiny armor certainly wouldn’t have been Mark. Good to know.

You don’t say anything while Bucky steps to the bar right next to you and orders a beer. You just take in his side profile.

“You would think lawyers had at least some manners” He suddenly says and gives you a look and you can’t help but smile. He knows Mark’s lawyer? So he listened in on the conversation.

“Maybe he was my date and you just cock-blocked me” You say before you can stop yourself but you feel so much more confident than usual. You would never talk to him like that if you were in the lab. Tonight is different, though – mindlessly, you brush over the glass of your second almost empty Long Island Iced Tea – and you wonder why. Probably doesn’t need a scientist to figure out.

Bucky turns to you and props up his metal arm on the counter. You don’t think you have ever been this close to him, his face only inches away and oh my god – have those eyes always looked right into your soul? You almost miss the cocky smile on his face.

“I know he wasn’t. You just met him. And I wouldn’t have intervened if you hadn’t looked so miserable while he tried to get his filthy hands near your body.”

You smile. For some reason.

“So you watched us?” You ask teasingly, and again, the special confidence is speaking out of you. God, when you wake up tomorrow, you will be so embarrassed about this. You know he notices, too, because he raises his eyebrows and his eyes cut to the glass in your hand.

“How much did you drink?”

“Not much. I can take a lot” You lie and give him a determined nod. It doesn’t have the effect you hoped for, though, because the bastard starts grinning widely like you made a joke.

“Ah yeah? You can take a lot? Let me guess, that’s your first drink.”

You play punch his shoulder – of course he doesn’t even move an inch – and empty the rest of your glass. What a smart plan. How does a girl sober up, so she won’t make a fool out of herself in front of the guy she’s in love with? Right. Drink more.

“It’s my fifteenth, thank you very much.”

Bucky throws his head back and laughs and you stare at his neck as if you’re hypnotized or thirsty as fuck or both.

“Maybe I should take you to the hospital then, party girl. I don’t need you to die of alcohol poisoning. Besides, that’s definitely not how I planned our date to go” Bucky says and you suddenly feel heat crawl up your neck.

“Date? I don’t recall planning this as a date. I came here on my own” You say and raise your hand to order another Iced Tea but Bucky is faster.

“Water for the lady please. Thanks.”

You don’t get the chance to make a big deal out of this because he is already back to talking.

“I convinced you to come here five months ago and you saw me dance with a random woman and then decided you’re through with all of this but I told you I wanted to come here with you next time. I didn’t particularly say Date but I think it was pretty clear what I meant” He explains and takes a sip from his beer without his eyes leaving your face. You frown.

“Is that guy logic? Also, don’t remind me of that night. It opened my eyes” You lie again, because it didn’t open your eyes at all and you’re still heads over heels for him like the first day. But you try to regain some ground here and you think you are doing a good job.

“Y/N, I think we need to talk. No sugar coating, no holding back. I lost my patience tonight and we need to clear some things up” He says and puts down his beer. With one arm he grabs your waist, the other goes to your upper back and he pulls you off your chair.

“Let’s dance. We can talk then.”

Dance? How can you possibly talk about your feelings while dancing? Not that you actually want to talk about your feelings, especially not with Bucky. You’d rather die.

And that’s when you notice the calm, jazzy music coming from the speakers, definitely encouraging slow, romantic, meaningful dances. You look at him and see him smile. Sly dog.

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mwolf0epsilon · 6 years ago

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DBH - Mod Job

I was honestly a bit lost on who to write about next, before @british-hero suggested I write about how Dakota met Val. So here you go, a look at the lovely Dakota and how she blossomed into the beautiful woman she is.

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She doesn't quite remember when it really hit her, but Dakota always knew something just wasn't right about her situation.

You'd think it odd than an android wouldn't be able to remember such important details like that, that went against their base programming and made them outliers of a normal standard of quality, but really when you're a deviant you find that there's a margin for error when retaining memories.

Especially ones that just made her feel...Wrong.

She served a small household, bought to be the emotional and sexual partner of a single father. He'd just recently come out as a homosexual, despite having been married for a couple of years and having a young daughter.

Naturally this hadn't gone down well with his wife and they'd gotten a divorce, with Mr. Crane keeping full custody of their daughter.

And then he'd bought her...And that's where the issue began.

Because at the time of her purchase, Dakota hadn't been aware of her plight.

At the time she didn't even know she was female.

CX100s were a step up from the formulaic domestic androids. They'd come out around the same time as AP700s, specializing in different aspects of a life within a household.

While the AP700s were meant to maintain a house and helping a family, CX100s were meant to be more. They were meant to be partners for those who sought the more compliant nature of an android, satisfying both ends of an intimate relationship.

Their female counterpart models, the BL100, were designed to do the very same thing with the one minor difference being the gender presented and the accessories that came with them.

When Hugo Crane bought Dakota, he wanted to explore his newly discovered sexual preference, so he'd gone for the CX100 model.

He'd called her David, and that's when the first cracks started forming in the red wall that kept her from grimacing.

Really it wasn't his fault that he'd chosen the wrong android, and Dakota did feel bad for him… But that changed when he'd begun being more demanding with her performance.

His daughter, Patricia, was less of an unpleasant company and, as a result, Dakota had gravitated towards her.

“David, can you help me with my hair?”

“Certainly…” he'd sat down with her and picked up a brush and a few bobby pins, stopping when she'd given him a pair of scissors instead.

“I want you to cut it, not style it.” She'd instructed.

Patricia had very long hair that she'd grown out for four years. She kept it nicely trimmed and silky soft, and it had been alarming that she'd just want to get rid of it all of a sudden.

“You're thinking.”

“Oh...I'm just, why would you want to cut it?” She'd asked, unsure of if she should proceed as ordered or not. It had gotten very hard to comply to certain orders since the cracks had begun forming.

“I don't like it anymore.” Patricia replied, watching Dakota intently before turning around and sitting down. “You know, your light goes yellow when you're thinking.”

“I'm an android, I don't think.” She'd replied as she'd begun a deed she did not like. It felt bad cutting such lovely locks because of a sudden change of opinion.

“But you do. And there's a lot of them that think that have been showing up on the news...I know you're like that too, but only just figuring it out.” The girl paused “Like dad.”

“...Yes, like Mr. Crane.”

Dakota was careful with each precise cut, making sure to not butcher the girl's hair.

“A boy at school kept pulling on it.”

Dakota paused.

“He said I'm too much of a tomboy to have nice hair. That if I liked sports and playing rough I'd get my hair yanked a lot and that I'd cry because I'm a girl…” she was trying to be nonchalant about it, but Dakota knew she was upset.

“It's stupid that a girl can't like boy things just because she has pretty hair.”

“Yes...I suppose it is.”

“It's also stupid that you pretend it's ok when we call you David.”

She didn't answer, instead giving Patricia a mirror so she could have a look at her hair.

She'd bobbed it for her. It didn't look half bad.

“I don't know what to do about it...Mr. Crane bought a male partner, that's what I must be for him.”

“Says who? Your instruction manual?”

“Well...Yes?” The cracks spiderwebbed up the wall, and Dakota felt ill.

“Well fuck that.”

“Patricia!”

“What, it's true! You're not happy here, and there's a lot of androids out there that ran away to be happy...To be themselves!” the girl insisted. “It's not fair you have to hide.”

“But I have to…”

“No you don't!”

And the wall broke.

Each chunk of shattered code disintegrated and Dakota could think clearer than day.

She could agree.

“Dakota.”

“Uh?”

“...I like the name Dakota.”

And the girl, with her newly cut hair, smiled widely and helped her pack up a few essentials before the CX100 ran into the streets without looking back.

She remembers meeting Val. That memory is much clearer than her first instances of hating her dead name.

The young latina girl seeks her out, which is the oddest part of their encounter. She later learns Patricia sent the modder an anonymous request through some online username she'd made up on the spot, while her father reported Dakota as missing property.

“So, I got an interesting email saying a chick named Dakota just turned deviant and was in need of some help.” The girl clicked her tongue “I'll say, I was expecting an AX400...Color me impressed sugar, never did meet an android who wanted to transition.”

The cheap wig and baggy clothes probably weren't fooling anyone...Well honestly yes, they really didn't do much for her.

She looked male in all of the senses and she'd been at her wits end to make herself just feel right.

Blessed be that wonderful little girl to send her conserns to such a...crass guardian angel…

With nothing to lose, Dakota followed her to her apartment.

“It's no five star hotel, but it's yours if you wanna hang out until further notice. Shits going wild out there...Fuckin military's been patrolling the streets and hunting deviants like they're wild animals…” Val explained as she took out her keys “They want us to evacuate, but nana Agnes told the prick who's been badgering our building to eat shit and die. None of us have money to go across the border.”

“And you have money to...Help me?” She'd asked, uncertain.

“Baby girl, it ain't just Jericho going out looting stores. Modder community is flipping it's shit because it's basically the Purge out there!” The girl hollered as she unlocked the door. “After dark, fuck the law! I got deviants up my anus asking for new faces so they can leave this city while it burns, so I gotta provide.”

Dakota looked around at the basement floor apartment. It was basically all one room, with at least one closed door leading to what she could only hope was a bathroom.

It was by all definitions, a shoebox full to the brim with various bits and pieces. There was also a massive dog watching TV.

“Regi we got a guest! Don't be fuckin rude!”

The dog looked up lazily before snorting and moving to a mini fridge. He gnawed at the handle before pulling it open, revealing various cans of drinks and packets of thirium, as well as leftover pizza. “Good boy!”

Dakota watched as the dog unceremoniously grabbed a packet of thirium and moved over to give it to her. The LED on its temple confirmed it was an android.

“Modded his specs myself. He's legit the smartest guy I know, Artyum is second best.”

“Artyum?”

“Fourth floor neighbor. Buys me booze and food sometimes.” She shrugged “Closest thing I got to a friend in this city. We talk engineering when we get sad and drunk, it's glorious.”

“I...Where are your parents…?”

“Dead somewhere in Mexico. Ask the jackass who deported them, I donno.”

Dakota felt something crawl in her veins that probably wasn't spoiled or contaminated blue blood.

“You're...You're all alone?”

“Nah. I got Regi, got Artie and his buddy Sergei, and I also got nana Agnes and the rest of the misfits in this shithole. We're all kinda like family so meh…” The girl seemed to be looking for something while she spoke. “And the androids I've helped. They send me messages from time to time...Bunch of runaway sweeties.”

“And you just...live off people's kindness and offer deviants illegal makeovers?”

“Pretty much.”

“No school?”

“Cyberlife fucked that up for me. Fucked a lot of my life actually…”

“...Which I take is why you're being so gracious about your...Skills?”

“Bullseye. Cyberlife wants to bitch out of this situation they made? Hell nah, I'm not letting them get a free jail pass card. We ain't playing Monopoly, we're playing Battleship and I'm sinking their flimsy freighters.” She found what she was looking for, a large clunky toolbox. “We who're with android freedom are gonna kick their corporate asses down into the grave they dug...After that's done, I'm gonna piss on it.”

“...”

“Hey, don't worry sugar. I got you. Gonna make you look hella fine too, you're definitely gonna be my greatest mod job.”

She hadn't been lying.

As crude and bitter as Val appeared, the girl and her friend Artyum were a duo of sweethearts.

Dakota could finally shed the final ties between her and her dead identity, leaving the apartment looking every bit the woman she felt she was, as most of Detroit's human population evacuated, leaving behind the androids and their hidden human supporters.

She didn't need to remember how it started. All she needed was to know her story had a happy ending.

#Eps Writes:#Fanfic #detroit become human #detroit: become human #OC Stuff #*chanting in the dark*: trans androids trans androids trans androids!!!!#honestly fuck cyberlife #if you were wondering where val's parents are then there u go i guess #artyum is less smart than a dog

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spidy-cents · 6 years ago

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“I Know You’re Spiderman”

Peter Parker x Female OC

Elena had known about Peter’s secret for a long time, and all she wanted was for him to tell her the truth. But when Peter refuses to give up his hero identity, she takes matters into her own hands.

Being a respectable adult was still something Peter Parker and I had yet to achieve. Trying to keep up the appearance of being at least a little-bit grown up was hard when we were surrounded by some of New York’s most revered individuals. The elegance of the Stark Charity Ball was astounding, and the gowns and tuxedos that adorned the honored guests were something straight out of a movie.

Peter and I stood on the outskirts of the grandiose ballroom trying our best to look like we belonged there. The truth was, we didn’t. Everyone else here was rich, accomplished, and bursting with confidence. They had contributed to society and held great esteem, while we were just two kids who didn’t know what ‘black tie formal’ meant. Thank God for the internet.

It quickly became clear that we were the only people here not old enough to drink the champagne being handed out to guests. That was probably why Peter had begged me to come as his date, he knew there wouldn’t be anyone else here who was still a teenager. I had mainly agreed because, well, when would there be another chance to meet Tony Stark? It also helped that he promised to pay for me to get a dress for the event. He said something about money from his Stark internship. A part of me was a bit surprised that he had actually been invited to the Charity Ball; I was beginning to worry that the internship he spoke so often of was fake. However, it was clearly real, as evidence of us standing in the presence of the man himself and trying not to spill punch on our expensive clothes.

Stark stood on the stage, gathering the attention of his guests to thank them for attending the event. All eyes were turned to him as he gave his speech, giving shout-outs to certain attendees and advocating for the cause he was supporting. It was something about funding education in lower economic areas of New York. In all honesty I wasn’t paying too much attention, my mind was mostly focused on Peter.

We had been dating for almost a year, and I couldn’t have been happier. There was only one that had bugged me for the ten months we’d been together, and it had to do with a red and blue suit. Once Peter and I started dating we got much closer and spent more time together. The more we grew close, the more it became clear to me that Peter didn’t really have an average internship. He would be gone at night quite often, of course chalking it up to his connection with Stark. Sometimes he’d have bruises or cuts when I’d visit him late at night. He would try to hide them, but I couldn’t help but notice how odd it was that they’d be there one evening and gone the next morning. He was on edge quite often, and seemed to have a sixth sense for certain things. Before I’d even walk in the room on a bad day he’d ask me what was wrong. All the little things kept building up, and eventually I realized that there was a clear reason why Peter was the way he was. He was Spiderman.

Of course it seemed crazy to me at first. I didn’t tell anyone my suspicions, and I definitely didn’t bring it up with Peter. I wanted to dismiss it at first, thinking he would have told me if it was true, but all the evidence didn’t lie. Spiderman would be seen breaking up a bank robbery the same time Peter said he couldn’t come over. Whenever the topic of the hero came up at the lunch table he got quiet and didn’t speak up until the discussion had changed. The final straw was when Peter was flipping through his history notes and I briefly saw a page with chemical combinations labeled Web Fluid. My thoughts were confirmed, all I had to do was wait for him to come forward and tell me. But he never did.

I had known for months now, thinking each time we hung out would be the fateful day he would break the news. I kept waiting and waiting for it, and I was getting fed up with the secret. Sure, I understood how important it was, and it shouldn’t be taken lightly. But I was his girlfriend, and I’d known him for years before that. If there was anyone he could trust, it would be me. That’s why my mind was on Peter; it was clear to me that the reason he was invited wasn’t because of an internship, it was because he was our friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

I only knew Tony Stark had finished his speech because the space filled with applause. I joined in, pulling myself back to the moment. Peter looked at me with a half-smile, extending his hand to grab mine. He asked if I wanted to dance as the band struck up a soft melody, and I smiled and nodded. He led me to the dance floor where people had already begun swaying slowly together. I rested my hand on his shoulder, and he took my other one to lead me in a soft step.

“You seem distracted,” He noted. I smiled again.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just not used to all this. It’s a lot to take in,” I lied, but he nodded in agreement anyway. I couldn’t tell if he believed me, but he dropped the subject. We danced for a bit longer, eventually retiring back to our spot on the wall to talk about the midterm coming up in our biology class. We were taking turns ranting about how harsh our teacher’s tests were, when we were silenced by the sight of Tony Stark walking towards us.

“Parker!” He called out, and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I was a bit star-struck, and did my best to smooth out my blue satin gown.

“Hi Mr. Stark!” Peter didn’t sound nervous talking with him, but rather excited. I couldn’t blame him. Stark walked over to us, shaking Peter’s hand and then patting him on the shoulder.

“So, are you going to introduce me to your date?” He asked, motioning to me.

“Oh, yeah. This is Elena.” He extended his hand, and I shook it gently.

“Nice to meet you. Peter’s told me a lot about you,” I say after getting over the initial shock of shaking Tony Stark’s hand.

“All good things I assume,” He jokes, and Peter and I both laugh.

“Parker, do you have a minute? I wanted to show you what I’ve been working on while I’ve got you here,” Stark says. Peter tenses up a bit and tries to subtly shake his head, but I still catch the movement. It isn’t hard to figure out that they’re talking about something related to his suit.

“I don’t want to leave Elena alone, I mean– ”

“It’ll only be a minute. I’ll let you get back to the party soon,” He says, now guiding Peter away by the shoulders. “I’ll return him in one piece, don’t worry.”

I give a fake laugh as I watch them go. Peter glanced over his shoulder one last time, giving me a smile that was laced with guilt. I didn’t do anything to hide the suspicion in my face. Tony and Peter entered a room that had a security guard posted out front, as if the whole exchange couldn’t have gotten any more sketchy. He would have to tell me now. It was excruciatingly obvious that he was hiding something, and there was no way he thought I was too dumb to notice. I decided that once they got back we would go somewhere quiet, and I’d give him the chance to admit it. I didn’t want to be the one to confess that I knew, it was his secret to tell after all. But I was done being in the dark, and tonight was the night it was going to end.

Sure enough, the two exited the room after only a few minutes. I watched Stark lean in and say something close to Peter’s ear before giving him a final pat on the back and approaching a new group of guests. Peter glanced around the room as he tried to subtly slide something off his wrist and into his coat pocket. I only caught a glimpse at the item, but it was clear what it was: web shooters.

I feigned ignorance as Peter came trotting back over to me, apologizing for the interruption. He muttered something about a new project he was working on, but I ignored it and took his hand in mine.

“Let’s go get some fresh air,” I suggested, and he looked relieved that I didn’t ask any questions. He started walking towards the front entrance, but I tug him in another direction.

“No, let’s go somewhere that doesn’t have any fancy billionaires walking around. I need a break from all the formality.” I spot an entrance to a stairwell off to our left, and pull Peter towards it. A sign was posted at the foot reading Roof Access.

“Stairs?” Peter groans, and I nod my head.

“Come on, I bet the view from the top is amazing.” I was right, as soon as we exit the door onto the roof of the building were surrounded by a beautiful scene. The sun was setting on the horizon, casting oranges and pinks across the city sky. The massive building sat near a cliff side that overlooked the Hudson river, beyond which the skyline could be seen. It was so breathtaking that for a moment I forgot why I had come up here with Peter in the first place. I step closer to the edge, taking in the view. Peter walked up behind me, placing his hands on my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. He hugs me from behind as he places gentle kisses on my cheek. I can’t help but melt into his hold, but my mind is still filled with anticipation. If now wasn’t the perfect time to tell me, then what was?

One minute passed, then two, and three. Peter hadn’t said anything about his special abilities, in fact the only thing he’d said the entire time was that the view was almost as gorgeous as I was. While I was flattered, it wasn’t what I was hoping to hear. I was getting more and more fed up, and as much as I enjoyed being in his arms I couldn’t just stand around anymore. I pulled away, turning to face him. This wasn’t the way I wanted him to tell me, but If I had to force him out of it then so be it.

“Peter.. I know.” He looks at me confused.

“You know what?”

“I know you’re Spiderman.” He goes wide-eyed, and starts to laugh a little bit.

“El, what are you talking about? I’m not Spiderman. Was there something in your punch tonight?” He says, hesitation in his voice. My heart sinks a bit, realizing that he wouldn’t tell me even now that I admitted I knew.

“Peter you don’t have to keep it a secret anymore, I’ve known for a while. You haven’t exactly been doing a great job at hiding it. Do you think I’m too dumb to put two and two together?”

“I don’t think you’re dumb, but I’m telling the truth. I’m not a superhero, I’m just Peter.”

I sigh, getting frustrated with him. He really wasn’t letting up. I’m about to protest again when I get an insane idea. I look over the edge of the building at the drop below. It’s at least 15 stories, if not more. The side of the building we’re on doesn’t have any big windows facing out, and no one is around to see us. Perfect. I walk closer so my toes are touching the edge, and turn to face him.

“Fine,” I say simply, and Peter steps towards me in worry.

“Elena what are you doing?”

“Proving it.”

With that, I lean back, and let myself fall over the edge. My heart falls into my stomach and time seems to move in slow motion. For a split second, I get a terrible feeling that I was wrong, and just jumped off a roof for no reason. But I knew I was right, and the thwap of web hitting concrete only solidified it. In seconds I felt a body collide with mine and a strong arm wrap around my waist. I grab onto Peters chest, taking in the feeling of the wind wiping all around me. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt, just soaring through the air. It didn’t last long though, as Peter shot web after web until we had safely reached the ground. He let go of me, and now that I could see his face I could tell that he wasn’t exactly happy. I hadn’t ever seen him mad, but this was probably the closest I would get to that.

“Elena that was one of the stupidest things you’ve done! You could have gotten yourself killed!”

“But I didn’t, because I knew you’d catch me.”

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. This happens a few more times before I eventually start laughing. He tries to stay serious, but he starts to crack, and laughs as well.

“I’m sorry, but you weren’t going to admit it so I kind of had to force it out of you,” I grab onto both his hands, swinging them back and forth.

"I want to be mad at you so badly, but I can’t,” He sighs, still smiling at me.

"You’re Spiderman.”

“Yeah, I’m Spiderman.”

I give him a hug, and he squeezes me tight. I felt so relieved at having the weight of the secret off my chest, and now he wouldn’t have to sneak around me with his heroic adventures. I knew things weren’t going to be the same from here on out, but I was ready for whatever changes were ahead.

“I’m going to go make sure my hair isn’t too messed up, then we should probably head back inside,” I say to him.

“That’s probably a good idea. And now I can tell Stark that his new web shooter prototypes work perfectly,” he adds. I take his hand and we walk back to join the high end event.

“So.. am I really that bad at hiding my identity.”

“Oh yeah, definitely. Don’t worry though, I’ll help you work on that bug boy.”

#spiderman #peter parker #one shot #female oc #this is my first time publishing writing on here so i hope you enjoyed it

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