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wangxianficfinder · 1 year ago

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Fic Finder

July 13th

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1. it's been a while since I read this fic but it's set during the sunshot campaign and wwx jc jzx and lwj all develop some sort of bond and can share powers/cores(?) I don't remember if the golden core transfer happened. they can bring each other back to life (though I think there's some sort of time limit to it?) that they first discover when wwx was killed (I believe)

FOUND!🔒🧡 Song by WithBroomBefore (T, 41k, Platonic Soulbond, Hurt/comfort, Canon Divergence, No golden core transfer, JC&JZX stay in Xuanwu cave, Fix-it, Temporary character death)

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2. Thank you for this blog. I am looking for a fic that I read a few years ago, focused on Lan Sizhui. I think the pairing was ZhuiLing or else it was focused on Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, and Jin Ling in some combination. They were still cultivators, Lan Sizhui was a monster/tentacle monster/eldritch kind of creature when he wasn't in human form and the Lan clan helped keep this secret. I think it was because he was a Wen but I don't remember the exact explanatiom now. It was a bit long, as I think it had some chapters, and the juniors were still cultivators who went on night hunts and trained. I liked seeing how the slight change from the original universe was used. I've searched several ways in ao3 and have not been able to find it again yet. @mejomonster

FOUND? sounds like "Lurking" by Verse, but they deleted all their mdzs fics. It may exist on the wayback machine.

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3. Hi!!! I was hoping you'd find this wangxian fic:

It was a Jonh Carter AU(? yes that Disney movie about Mars) Like Lan Zhan is from Helium and Wei Ying is a Thark. I think is listed as explicit and top Wei Wuxian... not sure about other tags... The Summary might be vague and say something along the lines of Lan Zhan doing a trip and encountering a stranger (Wei Wuxian) I've tried to search it but there's just so many fics!

I hope it's still up 😭😭 Thank you so much before hand! @nat-first-account

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4. Love this blog it always helps me find my next fic. I need help finding a fic where lan wanjai and Wei ying find a baby and they make jokes that Wei ying dreamed about it and got pregnant. But than a ton of woman start saying that man Shan got them pregnant through dreams.

FOUND? Taking Responsibility by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 6k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Getting Together, Trope Subversion/Inversion, Pretend mpreg, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Fluff and Crack)

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5. Hi! I’m looking for a specific Wangxian fic. The Lan sect is full of monks and LWJ is a monk assigned to protect WWX on his journey to get something for Jin Guangshan. WWX is one of the best archers and that’s why he’s specifically sent on the quest to hunt something down. LWJ falls in love with WWX on their quest and near/at the climax they run into a sage who almost kills WWX. Can you help me find this fic? Sorry if this has been asked before! @whompmwhomp

FOUND? Climb Every Mountain by athena_crikey (E, 21k, WangXian, Magic, Warrior Monks, Archery, h/c, Quests, Bodyguard, vow of celebacy, Temptation, (sexual) frustration, Falling In Love, Loss of Virginity, First Time, LWJ's self-selected repression, the inherent eroticism of WWX)

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6. heyy! i'm currently trying to find a fic where wwx came back to the cloud recesses all beaten up and has his mouth sewed shut, the fic is basically focused on him recovering with nie huaisang and others getting revenge. i think in the end, it was sect leader yao who did it? thanks!

FOUND? Silenced by Tasharene (M, 63k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Temporary Blindness, Aversion to touch, Fear of crowds, Panic Attacks, Post-Canon, WWX Whump, Hurt WWX, Whump, Angst with a Happy Ending, world-class troll LXC, see the archive Warnings BEFORE you accuse me of not tagging things!!!)

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7. hii im looking for a wangxian fic where a phoenix god/spirit(?) has lived many lives. he chose his next life to be human and he reincarnated as wei wuxian. some big event happens that leads to him being kept in i think the cold pond cave and theres barriers that only lan wangji can go through. its definitely not a 2024 fic and im betting on it not being 2023 either. youre my last hope </3 thank you in advance

FOUND? 🔒 Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, angst, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, no non-con, dreamsharing, politics, people making the best decisions they can, epic length, mythical creature WWX, canon-typical violence, dark, happy ending) I haven't read this but 7 sounds like the summary of breathing firestorm

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8. Hi! I need your help once sgain. Because once again I thought I had this fic bookmarked, but can't find it, and my Google-fu has failed too, so here goes: x number of years ago, Wei Ying and the Wen Remnants vanished from the Burial Mounds. Lan Zhan has never stopped searching for Wei Ying. There are strange rumors everywhere that WY & the others are in a resentment-filled no man's land (kind of like the void in the Shadow & Bone novel) where huge deadly monsters roam. Word is also that people who really need help have safely disappeared into this void. As time passes, rumors of strange cultivators suddenly appearing to aid people are also circulating. And I think Lan Zhan actually meets Xiao Xingchen in an inn at one point & it's clear he knows Wri Ying (he & Song Lan turn out to be Wei Ying's right-hand men). LZ does try to get into the void thing, but the energy is too strong & he barely makes it out of the area. After a number of years they get a message out of the blue, i think, from WY saying that the monsters are getting out, and WY ends up bringing the Wei Sect back to the cultivation world to help fight. Wei Ying will have nothing to say or do with Lan Zhan, at least to start, which Lan Zhan is devestated by. Um...and Lan Yuan is there, grown up & still the Best Boy ever. I think A-Yuan tirns out to be a Gusu Lan fanboy. Anyway, it turns out Wei Ying created a ghost path that allows the Wei Sect to safely use resentful energy. But you find out WY got too damaged back in the beginning and by the end they defeat the monsters but he's dying, so Lan Zhan gives Wei ying his golden core. I think LZ actually does the whole transfer himself in the Jingshi.

Your help is hugely appreciated!

FOUND! 💖 Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Universe Alteration, the yiling patriarch survives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Catharsis, Slow Burn, Drama, Getting Together, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Melancholy, Love, Mutual Pining, Reunions, Love Confessions, Eventual Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Switching, Grief/Mourning, fucking while pining, Implied/Referenced Torture, Self-Harm, golden core transfer, Playing fast and loose with worldbuilding, Battle Scenes, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, implied / Referenced suicide attempt, Sect Leader WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yílíng Wèi Sect)

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9. I found a fic where the sect leader Yao travels through time and fixes things. as far as I remember the title. I was going to read the fic but I missed it @quwieiidkd

FOUND? 🔒 how Yao Yongzheng traveled back in time to save everyone by ShippersList (T, 6k, Sect Leader Yao & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack Treated Seriously, WWX is a Yao, Eventual WangXian, saving the world by accident, Genius WWX, Everyone Loves WWX, sect leader Yao is every overconfident underqualified middle-aged cishet man ever)

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10. Hii!! I'm searching for wangxian fanfic I read long ago and don't remember it's name. Wei ying and lan zhan are married at the cold pond and due to misunderstanding they don't acknowledge their marriage until the cliff scene. Where lan zhan follows after wei ying and fall down but they are saved by lan an and baosharan. After which they don't return to cultivation world and stay hidden for 16 yrs and has 3 kids(1 girl and 2 boys). Also, jin zixuan does not die and same with Jiang yanli but they lie to wangxian and have war and blame wei ying. After 16 yrs all sect leaders are threatened by meng Yao and to save themselves they stay with wangxian. Also, wen Qing family is also alive. @jungkookswife07613

Hii! Sorry but this is not the fiction I'm searching for. Can you try again?

The story starts from the cliff scene and wei ying remember all the things he had done with lan zhan. Also,lan zhan follows after wei ying and fall down the cliff and they are saved by baosharan and lan an. The elders also saved wen family and they lived in some place for 16 yrs in peace. With wangxian children which he gave birth to. Ayuan is eldest,followed by girl who is half blind and last son who is quiet. Ayuan goes outside and falls into some troubles and all sects(jin,Jiang,lan,nie) were present there including jin zixuan and Jiang yanli with their son because they were chased by meng Yao. He wanted to kill all of them. Wangxian comes their to save Ayuan and they get saved in the process. They got some cursed so Ayuan request wangxian to let them stay in their house until their cursed is solved.they stay in their house and yanli tries to connect with wei wuxian but he doesn't. Wen Ning is also married. Also, wangxian are immortal. Wei ying form is crow which he uses to spy on his son for safety reasons. Also, lan xichen repents himself and tries to make amends and connect with the kids. Lan zhan is also trying to connect with his family. Also, that Jiang family is a bit#h (bitch), cheng verbally abuses wei wuxian at any chance he gets and yanli only knows to cry. Same with lan qiren,he is still the same. Nice mingjue is still alive but he also already got cursed. I don't know about lan zhan. I didn't read after because it was not completed.

NOT FOUND!🔒These Things Unseen by bonyenne (T, 34k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Found Family, POV Alternating, Mutual Pining, Kid Fic, Additional Warnings In Author's Note) well, the first half the the description, the rest doesn't match. but i'll leave the link in case original requester is thinking of two different fics b/c the first half (with the three kids and rescue by bssr) is a pretty close match

NOT FOUND!🔒Blossoming flowers in a full moon - 花好月圆 by ThisIsWhereTheMagicHappens (T, 64k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts, make LWJ happy agenda, wangxian cuddle to Immortality)

FOUND! If It's Too Hard To Forgive by Machevalli (M, 94k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Fluff and Angst, Bittersweet Ending, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Mpreg)

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11. After being a long time lurker I finally found myself needing your aid. The fic I lost track of was an A/B/O fic that had omega!LWJ & alpha!WWX. It was a modern AU, but I can't remember much that would help narrow down this fic other than I know there was an age gap, with LWJ being older than WWX. Thank you so much for your help!

FOUND? The Ties That Bind by silverclaw (G, 43k, wangxian, A/B/O, Arranged Marriage, Modern, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, past toxic relationship, Slow Burn, husbandiest of husband material WWX, mention of mpreg in relation to side-character, hurt LWJ, WWX falls first AND harder, No Smut)

FOUND? To Belong, To You by mk404 (E, 44k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, JL/LJY, WIP, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Alpha JL, Alpha LXC, Alpha LSZ, Beta LJY, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Modern with Magic, like they still go night hunting, But also its the 21 century, WWX doesn't die but goes into a coma, Age Difference, Older LWJ, Younger WWX, a-yuan is their bby, Age difference but like they are both adults, Like adults adults, Mates, Ass Play, Ass to Mouth, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Finger Sucking, Knotting, Creampie, Size Kink, Size Difference, YLLZ WWX, Size Queen WWX, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Canon Divergence, Male Lactation) the description is a little vague so it doesnt really narrow it down

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12. Hi!! Do you know anything abt a modern au fic were lwj thinks wwx is in a relationship with someone called "a-yuan" and is kinda a jerk abt it but then it's revealed that wwx was never dating anyone but that a-yuan was his child. Sorry if this is kinda vague it's been awhile since I've read this fic 😅 (great blog btw) @imreallyonthishellsite

FOUND? 🔒 breathe in the air, the last of its kind by wereworm (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern, assumed cheating, Miscommunication, gc transfer modernised as hand-wavey illness (referenced/implied), 5+1 Things, wwx's lil family 3.0: the wens, wwx didn't adopt a-yuan the wens adopted wwx, lwj is a flawed person and people need to stop ignoring that, Translation Available, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian)

FOUND? Green Is The Colour by lamusadelils (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern, A/B/O, Office, Omega LWJ, Alpha WWX, Jealous LWJ, casanova WWX, Or Is he?, Humor) I think I'm a bit late but I just found an alternative to 12

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13. Help me wangxianficfinder, you're my only hope!

I would swear I bookmarked this one but I can't find it anywhere!

It's a modern au where LWJ and WWX are college students. Iirc they are already in a relationship.

Iirc it opens with WWX and LWJ in a wrecked car which is possibly half hanging off a bridge - they'd been run off the road (though that's not established until later).

When the emergency services arrive, LWJ is taken to hospital but WWX is arrested for some bullshit reason - resisting arrest or something. Iirc the cops on the scene were Jin Zixun and Xue Yang.

There is worry from LWJ's family because they don't know what happened to WWX. Just that he was in the car and he should be in the hospital but isn't.

Later, WWX is in an interrogation room not making much sense because he's injured and hypothermic (it's winter and he was soaked through but he wasn't allowed to even dry off) then he gets left on his own.

I *think* he was tracked down by police (chief?) NMJ who got to WWX shortly before his heart stopped due to his injuries, the hypothermia, and the mistreatment while in custody.

That's all I can remember. Does this ring any bells for anyone? @greywake

Yep, looks like that's the fic I was after 😭

I don't suppose anyone has a copy downloaded?

FOUND! I found a link in another site in tumblr but i can't find the fic. Truth or There by FRecklis be well :) / The suggestion for 13 is available via the Wayback Machine here: Follow up on the Wayback Machine link for 13: it looks like only the first chapter was archived 😭

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14. Hi! This is for the fic finder. I'm looking for a fic where WWX takes A-Yuan and flees the Siege on burial mounts. He heads towards the ocean and meets XXC and SL, who travel in the same direction. He gives them a fake name and they eventually get to a seaside town where XXC and SL have a house that they offer WWX to stay in. I think in the last few chapters NHS found out he was there and WWX started to teach some town children (well, teenagers) so that the town has more protection and he doesn't have to use demonic cultivation.

I meant to suggest this fic in the ITMF on the 27. June but I can't find it for the life of me. Thank you in advance for helping me look for it! @hikato-chan

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15. Hello everyone, I come again looking for your help. This fic is an au of Harry Potter, or at least contains elements of it. I'm sure it's just one chapter and it's about Lan Wangji being cursed as a rabbit in the middle of his class, Wei Wuxian has a small bout of madness that involves torturing the spell caster because he thinks LWJ was killed in his presence (there's a mention that Jiang Wanyin was scared and didn't look him in the eye for a while, I think) until Lan Qiren pulls Bunji out of the fallen clothes. The curse is broken with a kiss of true love. As always, thank you very much for your time and effort. @makolashida

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16. I’m looking for this fic where Wwx is dead and while dead his (memories?) are shown to the cultivation world and when Wwx comes back everyone (or most people) consider him a good person. I believe in the description of this fic the Wwx that comes back this world is a different one from the one who dies in that universe. I also remember a scene in the fic where Wwx is overhearing people passing by talking about the compass he invented and he swore he named it something different, or he named something differently. This scene may not be in this fic but I swore there was a scene about Lán Xichen begging WWx for forgiveness for Jin guangyao actions

FOUND? remind me of this fic Have You Heard Of The Yiling Patriach by R_PONTS. But i think its deleted? Wei Wuxian is not strong, or at the very least his brute strength is not something he take prides in as much as his speed and flexibility, but those can only get you so far, and when going against stronger enemy, your mind is your trump card. Or, Wei Wuxian develop a time traveling array during the Sunshot Campaign in case everything went wrong but forgot about it after. It was during the Siege that people have disturb it along with Some other experimental talismans and truths was revealed a little to late.Wei Wuxian woke up in a world different from what he remembers.

amalthia said: well, the first half the the description, the rest doesn't match. but i'll leave the link in case original requester is thinking of two different fics b/c the first half (with the three kids and rescue by bssr) is a pretty close match

FOUND? scatter and sunder by silversshadow (T, 15k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, major character death, canon divergence, temporary character death) the first half of the request sounds like a perfect fit for scatter and sunder by silversshadow It doesn't have a seen with the misnamed compass but does have LXC begging for forgiveness

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17. HI, Im looking for a fic where i believe it was a kidfic? A yuan was adopted by lan zhan? There was a scene where lwjs car broke down in a snow storm and wwwx drove his old car to save them. Lol i cant remember much else. Pls help

FOUND? love thy neighbor by wincechesters (M, 7k, WangXian , Modern AU, Neighbors, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Single Parents, Single Parent LWJ) not exactly snowstorm, but there's a scene in 'love thy neighbor' when lwj's car broke down in winter and wwx rescues him and a-yuan with his old, loud car.

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18. Hello, wonderful people! Thank you for your hard work! Can you please help me find this fic? It's wangxian and either xiyao or 3zun. What I remember is at some point Jin Guangyao did something to contradict his father I think so in punishment he was thrown to some abandoned mine. Lan bros, Nie Mingjue and Wei Wuxian were searching for him and WWX said he will use the spirits of the dead for the search. Others disagreed but he said that JGY doesn't have much time since it was really cold in the mine for someone without a good golden core. At this point LWJ started to suspect WWX doesn't have one, I think. Does this ring any bells? Thank you in advance! @themorrana

FOUND! Aftermath by KouriArashi (T, 57k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, LXC/JGY, JZX & JGY, JYL & WXX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Romance, Developing Relationship, Family, Sibling Bonding, Light Angst, Politics, Attempted Sexual Assault, some murder on occasion, People talking about their feelings, processing their trauma, The good shit) Jin Guangshan dies at the beginning of the story, but the part with the mine happens at the end.

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19. Hello! For the next fic finder I have a fic i would love to get found.

It’s Wangxian.

And I think it was time travel but I’m not too sure. It might not have been, I’m 90 % sure it was in the cloudless days though.

Anyway the only thing I really remember is that wwx tells lwj that the older disciples used to make him drink with them when he was younger, like he started young around 12 I think?

He mentioned to lwj that it took around two bottles of wine to get him drunk and that usually he didn’t have to drink that much around his year mates as they got passed out drunk pretty quickly.

I also remember lwj or someone telling him that his golden core had burned away the alcohol the entire time. Which had put it under some kind of strain I think?

I would be really grateful if you guys could help me find it. @ravenwithwings

FOUND!🔒 The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 64k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, WIP, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang Sect Friendly, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Not YZY Friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Protection Squad)

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20. Hiii!! I’m trying to find this one fic. I never read it but the summary was intriguing. Wangxian are in a relationship but they both think the other is asexual (neither of them are). I think it was in a modern universe but i’m not completely sure. Been trying to find it for hoursssss

FOUND? Pounding Madly by Dei_Starr (DeiStarr), DeiStarr (E, 11k, WangXian, WIP, Car Accidents, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Hospitalization, Roommates, Boarding School, Teenagers, Adults, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Celibacy, Abstinence, Asexual Relationship, Where Neither Of Them Is Actually Asexual, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Attempt at Humor, Angst and Fluff, Eventual Smut, First Time, Loss of Virginity, No Underage Sex, It's Plot Relevant I Swear, Demisexuality, Demisexual WWX, Asexuality Spectrum, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, Communication Failure, Lack of Communication, Everyone Else Is Very Entertained, Epic Fail, Comedy of Errors, Romantic Comedy, Slow Burn, The Romance Is Fast, But The Sex Takes Years, Sex Is Not The Enemy, this is what happens when, Mr. "I Talk A Lot But Don't Really Say A Thing" & Mr. "'Mn' Is A Full Sentence" Get Together, Casting Couch, Corset, Gender Non-Conforming WWX, Crossdressing Kink, Crossdressing WWX, Seduction, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Sexual Roleplay, Cock Warming, Mirror Sex, Intercrural Sex, Nipple Play, Oblivious WangXian, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Lingerie, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, WWX is a Mess, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Horny LWJ, Horny WWX, Idiots in Love, POV LWJ, POV WWX, Human Disaster WWX, WWX is a Tease, WWX Has ADHD) I was trying to find the car accident fic someone else mentioned, and I think I found the one 20's looking for instead! I also haven't read it, but the summary matches!

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 2 years ago

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Wash Away the Pain #1 - Echo

Returning to Kamino following a string of back-to-back missions after Anaxes, Echo receives the news he never wanted to hear.

Pairing: Echo x gn!reader (can be seen as platonic or romantic)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: whump, reference to Fives death, Echo has self-esteem issues, mourning and grief, hurt and comfort, you and the boys rally around Echo, bittersweet ending.

A/N: I was heavily inspired by these gorgeous drawings by @thattoothpick.

This is part of a mini-series where each of our boys will get their sad/angsty shower time, but they can be read as standalones.

Check out the whole series: Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair.

The sound of falling water drowned out everything else in the fresher, the water temperature so hot it should’ve been uncomfortable, but after years in cryofreeze, Echo welcomed the heat.

He was gone.

He was really gone.

“I’m sorry, Echo. I really am. He should’ve been stunned. I still don’t know why it went down like that.”

Rex’s voice as he’d broken the news still rang in his head. Echo had received a message from him only an hour ago, after you’d all landed on Kamino following a string of back-to-back missions following Anaxes. He’d thought they would just shoot the breeze like old times. He hadn’t expected this.

Echo’s eyes drop, fixating on the metal legs the Techno Union had attached to his body. The scomp on his right arm, the ports littering his body. Self-loathing coils through him.

Why did he get to live? Why was he turned into a machine while Fives died, lost in panic, in a dirty Coruscant street? The only saving grace was that Rex had been there to hold him.

So lost in his thoughts, Echo misses the sound of the fresher door opening, of you slipping inside and shutting it behind you.

Echo might’ve only been with you and the boys for a few weeks, but you’d quickly grown fond of him. So much so that when he’d returned to the barracks 10 minutes ago, crest-fallen, clutching a bucket painted in the colours of the 501st, and then promptly headed for the fresher without so much as a word, you’d known something was wrong. Your datapad had pinged a few moments later, a message from Rex filling you in, asking you to keep an eye on Echo – as if you wouldn’t have done that.

Physically, he was fine, albeit still getting used to his new body. As the squads nat-born medic, called in because of the inability of your boys to get along with regs, it was your job to look after their wellbeing. And now it seemed Echo needed some care.

You step into the shower behind him, not caring that you’re still clothed, and slowly press a hand to his back. Echo jolts at the touch, caught off-guard, turning in place to meet your gaze. With space tight on the Marauder and sharing barracks, seeing the boys in various states of undress had become commonplace. Heck, half the time, they had to be stripped out of their ruined blacks when injured. The nudity no longer bothered any of you. Echo had adapted to it quickly, too.

“Echo…” His name falls from your lips quietly, hand rising to cup his face. His head tilts away from your gaze, taking your hand with him. Thumb smoothing across his gaunt cheek, you watch as a myriad of emotions flit across his face.

Echo’s eyes were now clouded with grief and guilt. The water from the shower mixes with the tears streaming down his face, creating a bittersweet cascade that mirrored the turmoil within him.

“I should’ve been there,” Echo mutters, his voice strained and filled with regret. “I should’ve protected him. He’s gone because of me.”

Your heart aches for him, and you rest your free hand on his waist, pulling him closer. The prosthetic attachments on his body feel cold against your skin – even with the shower’s heat – a stark reminder of his sacrifices for the Republic. “Echo, you couldn’t have known. You’ve been through so much. Don’t blame yourself.”

He shakes his head, a mix of frustration and sorrow in his eyes. “I can’t shake the feeling that I failed him. And now I’m just a machine, a reminder of everything we lost.”

You gently trace the contours of the implants on his arm, your fingers dancing over the hard surface. “You’re not just a machine, Echo. You’re a survivor. You’re still here.”

He finally meets your gaze, and for a moment, he searches your eyes. You don’t know what he’s looking for, but you let him take his time. “I don’t know how to be here without him.” He finally admits.

“You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Grieve, remember, but don’t forget that there are people here who care about you, who want to help you through this.” You tell him softly, the water continuing to pour down around you both.

Echo’s shoulders slump, and he leans into your touch, the warmth of your presence starkly contrasting with the cold metal that now makes up a significant part of him. The weight of loss and survivor’s guilt hangs heavy in the air, but your steady support gives him a small anchor in the storm of his emotions.

“I don’t want to be alone again.” He admits, voice barely above a whisper.

“You never will be.” You assure him, fingers continuing their gentle exploration of the cybernetic enhancements that have become a part of him, wanting to show him that it was okay, that there was nothing wrong with his new body. “We’re all here for you, Echo. The boys, Rex, and I.”

He nods, a silent acknowledgement of your words. The water washes away not just the physical grime but also some of the emotional turmoil that has gripped him since Rex delivered the devastating news.

As the two of you stand in the warmth of the shower, Echo may feel like a machine, a remnant of a past he can’t forget, but your touch, your empathy, reminds him that he’s still human beneath the prosthetics.

Eyes flitting towards the counter just outside the shower cubicle, Echo lets out a small sigh as he looks over his brother’s helmet. Memories of them painting their armour together surface, of the multiple attempts it had taken to get the lines crisp, of Fives dipping his hand in blue paint to reapply the print on Echo’s chestplate.

Following his gaze, a sad smile passes over your lips. “Remembering him doesn’t mean you must carry the weight alone.” You say, voice a gentle murmur. “We’re all here to share the burden. Fives will always be a part of you, and you’ll carry his memory forward.”

Echo's gaze lingers on the helmet. The loss of a brother is a wound that cuts deep, but perhaps, with time and support, the injury could heal into a scar - a testament to the strength it took to endure.

As the water cools, you guide Echo out of the shower. The small space feels intimate and comforting, a refuge from the harsh realities of the galaxy. You hand him a towel, and he begins to dry himself off on autopilot, his mind still processing the emotional whirlwind.

Over the following days, the barracks become a place of healing. The boys rally around Echo, offering support and understanding. When Echo’s new armour is finished – having undergone some modifications courtesy of Tech – they paint it in their colours while you distract Echo in the medbay. You’d also procured some blue paint from Rex, and they make sure to add a small Aurebesh ‘5’ and a fine-line domino to the back of the chestplate.

The tears that had clouded Echo’s gaze as he’d been presented with his new kit and had turned it over to find the hidden tribute were a mixture of sorrow and gratitude. The pain of loss still lingered, but each stroke of the brush, each carefully applied detail, was a silent affirmation that he was not alone.

In the quiet moments, you still find Echo gazing at Five’s helmet, stored securely on the Marauder. But now, there’s a small smile playing on his lips. The pain may never fully fade, but Echo carries the memories of Fives with gratitude for the time they shared, and the squad learns that even in loss, there’s strength in unity.

Tag list: @clonethirstingisreal @littlemissmanga @starrylothcat @cw80831 @dreamie411

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars clone wars #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #tbb x reader #tbb x you #bad batch x reader #bad batch x you #tbb echo x you #tbb echo x reader #tbb echo #arc trooper echo x reader #echo the bad batch #echo x reader #the bad batch echo #arc trooper echo #clone force 99

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captainsspnanon · 2 years ago

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Mighty Nein Echos of the Solstice reaction

First of all, the new art just confirms for me that the Nein are 100% the hottest of all three campaigns. holy FUCK. Also lol at 90% of them having long hair now.

I actually called Luc being Sam's PC before it was revealed! Not...not MUCH more, but when Veth didn't immediately have new artwork and she said "I have a TEENAGER", that's when I figured it'd be Luc. Look at me predicting things slightly sooner than they occur!

Did NOT call the guest PC though! Was this the fastest death? Or does Spurt still beat him out? Really did go through the full run of 9, nat 20, nat 1. What more could you ask for?

I really don't think I feel strongly one way or the other about Veth not being there and Luc being there instead. We got a lot of funny bits because of it, and it's not like Veth has fully abandoned adventuring, considering she said that next time she would. It truly seems like it was just the responsibility of the kids, which very fair. What I would love to know is Sam's thought process as to why he wanted to do it. Very intrigued.

Taliesin definitely took a few minutes to get back to Caduceus's voice, but *squeal* love him so much! Interesting that he told Yasha to 'go fuck him up', because I'm genuinely not sure if that was a bit of Ashton bleed, or if this actually broke Caduceus's desire to not swear. Could be either! XD

Yasha doing so much damage!!! Is it just because her strength score is finally good? Well, holy weapon added a bunch, maybe it's just level 20 bulk? But 110 on a NON crit??? DAAANG.

As someone who does enjoy periodic Caleb whump fanfic, this was delicious, especially his interactions with Beau. I do like that Trent ended up getting 'fate worse than death' scenario.

Combat was fun as heck even though there were things that got set up that didn't get used (crown of stars, etc), and I'm a TAD sad that Caleb ended up shapechanging as I always love some good high level spells flung around, but it was still an utter blast regardless.

SURPRISE MARRIAGE PROPOSAL!! Are they poking for another one shot?

The audience wearing Sam face masks at the beginning was the PERFECT troll move, SO MUCH.

#cr spoilers #critical role #the mighty nein #echos of the solstice

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iriel3000 · 2 years ago

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Hurry, She Needs You

Summary: Natasha becomes ill from what they think is food poisoning. Tony and Bruce try to care for her until Clint arrives home from a deep cover mission. Part 1 of 6

Whumptober Day 1: Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Natasha whump, light whump, eventual happy ending

“OK, I made my speech. I'm ready to leave." Tony Stark loosened his silk, Ferragamo tie and unbuttoned the top of his white dress shirt.

"Photo op with the Board of Directors and then we can go." His sultry companion tossed her long red hair over her shoulder, surveying the room.

New York’s finest came out for the city’s annual Public Works Charity Auction. Natasha had agreed to accompany Tony while Pepper was at the Clean Energy Conference in Chicago.

"Really?" He asked, eyes lighting up. "Pepper always makes me stay and schmoose."

"Do you want me to act like your wife tonight?" Natasha arched an eyebrow and toyed with her empty rocks glass.

"That's a loaded question, Agent Romanov." He smirked and signaled for another drink.

“If anything,” Tony lowered his voice, “I need you to use your skills on Aldrich Killian. There are whispers he’s experimenting with biologicals and I want to know what he’s up to.”

“Maybe the next party. I’m tasked to only one crazy billionaire tonight.”

"Aren't I the lucky one?” Stark raked his eyes over her elegant figure.

Natasha wore a simple yet sexy little black dress with a diamond necklace, earrings and a plain black band on her right ring finger. He joked that the ring had a hidden needle full of poison inside.

“Aldrich couldn’t handle you in that dress tonight, anyway.” That got a smirk out of her. “Speaking of simps, where’s Barton?”

Her face softened, becoming almost wistful.

“Too far.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Stark.” A waiter interrupted and held out a short glass with clear liquid, another sat on a small tray. “Compliments of Mr. Killian.”

Tony looked across the room at Aldrich then turned away from his top competitor and rolled his eyes.

Natasha accepted both, thanked the young man and downed the first drink in one gulp. She held up the second and toasted to Killian in thanks.

“He doesn’t look pleased that I drank his expensive liquor.”

“I'm sure he wanted to see me choke on it.”

“Bitter finish,” she scrunched her nose, “I did you a favor.”

The host of the evening announced a silent auction would begin in ten minutes.

“Romanov, get us out of here.”

“Follow me.” Natasha stood but quickly put a hand to her forehead.

“You okay?” Tony jumped to her side when she swooned and grabbed for the edge of the table.

Tony laced his arm through hers. She giggled.

“Wait. Are you drunk?”

"No.” Natasha yanked her arm free, wobbling a little as she did so.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He’d seen Natasha drink way more than tonight but never slur or stumble.

"Funny. Do you want to leave? Or do you want me to announce that the after party is at your house?” She turned towards the podium.

“No, no.” He stopped her. “No more jokes. Get us out of here.”

On the ride home, Natasha was quiet. Tony kept from commenting on the fine sheen of sweat glistening over her face and neck or how she kept her eyes closed, making little noises with every turn of the car.

He had his own private entrance to his penthouse but offered to ride up with Nat.

“I’m fine.” She clipped and fumbled into the elevator.

Tony hovered until the number to her floor stopped and started back down. The doors opened.

The empty compartment should have made him feel better, but it didn't.

Stark wandered down to his basement lab and poured a scotch, contemplating on how to check on his favorite bodyguard without her knowing he was checking on her.

Hey. he texted. Does William Tell know we went on a date?

Waiting for a reply, Tony flipped on the news and opened his new software system, an advanced A. I. program he’d been working on for the Tower.

Glancing at his phone, he frowned. No response yet. He tried again.

Breakfast in the morning? Happy wants to go over the new security install with you.

His knee bounced impatiently waiting for a response.

At the five minute mark, Tony called for Jarvis.

“Jarvis, security override, Stark616. What is the status of Agent Romanov?”

“Agent Romanov’s heart rate and blood pressure are abnormal. Vitals indicate she is unconscious, sir.”

Tony raced to the elevator.

“Agent Romanov is in Agent Barton’s quarters, the master bathroom.”

Tony would’ve enjoyed that little piece of information any other time, right now, he needed to know Nat was okay.

Rushing through Clint’s apartment, Tony burst into the bathroom.

“Oh my God, Natasha.” She was unconscious on the floor. “Nat, wake up! Jarvis, call Bruce!”

tbc...entire story will be posted below after part 6

Hurry, She Needs You

#whumptober2023 #no. 2 #no. 3 #swooning #how many fingers am I holding up?#the avengers #Clintasha #fic #no warnings for part 1 #hawkeye #black widow #clint barton #clint x natasha #natasha romanov #hurry she needs you #I made it!#whumptober 2023

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needleanddead · 10 months ago

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about!

hi!!! you can call me pip or nat. i am over 25 years old and in the uk. i’m non-binary, please use they/them pronouns for me! i am married to my beloved wife. flirt with my ocs and not with me!

this blog is for: dark content, up to and including gore, murdersims/murder ocs, yandere, non-con, dub-con, whump, and other such things! this isn’t really a fandom blog but occasionally i might reblog content relating to murdersim games/horror porn/horror fandom. nsfw content is common but i’m grey ace myself and would really prefer people not to be Weird.

i also like musicals, anime, vampires, video games, japanese fashion and cats.

i am autistic and mentally ill so my posts can be either sporadic or constant, and i’m not always good at understanding things; you can use tone indicators for me but i don’t generally use them so you’ll probably see me using a lot of exclamation points! i’m very shy but i am trying to be better at interacting with people bc this community seems so nice and friendly and i have brainrot and hyperfixations! pls feel free to reach out in dms/asks/ask for my discord or whatever!

(my url is supposed to be a ‘needle and thread’ pun, unsure if it’s working but oh well!)

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW/ DO NOT INTERACT IF:

1. if you are under eighteen or do not support dark content, either block me now or just close the tab. i will check and block ageless blogs and blogs of minors!

2. this isn’t a rule I just would like it if people were nice to me.

3. this blog contains examples of, probably regularly: dark content, non-con, dub-con, blood, gore, death, torture, murder, various other horrible things! i will do my best to tag fully (I’ll be using “#[trigger] cw”). all of these depictions are entirely fictional to be enjoyed only on a fictional basis. i don’t condone these things IRL but I believe in separating fiction from reality. please do not use content here to trigger yourself!

4. do not interact with or follow me if: you’re under eighteen, you are a pro-eating-disorder blog, you are a self-harm blog, you are a Real Person Fiction blog or a True Crime blog. other general DNI criteria like racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc. if you are a ‘real life yandere blog’. if you are none of these things pls do feel free to interact with me!

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#about #🦇 housekeeping

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stalkersdiary · 2 years ago

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Hiiii Sir! I have committed SO MANY SINFUL ACTS because of you. UwU When I saw your most recent post I screamed. YOURE SO HOT.

Congrats on 100 followers! To celebrate I got some of my favorite clips of your voice from streams, that podcast you were a guest on, and even our little phone call and I was wondering if you wanted to check it out. <3 Love youuuu!

Now for the JUICY questions I really wanted to ask. You mentioned a while ago that you had a partner who was "worse that you were" so I have to like ask now what extreme things have you done before for/because of love? OH AND you mentioned you dont have a lot of friends because your awkward and shy and never leave the house and stuff. WOULD YOU ACCEPT RANDOM DMS? CAUSE I WANNA TALK TO YOU MORE AND I FEEL LIKE OTHERS WOULD TOO!

- JATTA Your loyal fuck toy <3 PS.

Solid Warning for anyone reading. Part of this is going to be honest. A little too honest. Hello again Mocha. I start to get used to you and then you break out the term "Loyal fuck toy" and I have to do a double take. Hahaha. To answer all of this, I'll do so in order. I was never really here for the followers or likes but I am happy to entertain and help people feel understood. As for the audios, I just listened to which ones you posted and I'm trying so hard not to laugh. I sound so gross over the phone. Hahaha I'm glad you put up with me during my streams. ^^ I'm amused that people still think I sound like Corpse or Riot. Nat, I don't get a he sounds so nasal in comparison to me but any comparisons are funny. As for the "Juicy questions" I have a few interesting answers you maybe didn't expect. For legal reasons, this is a fictional blog by a "yandere", but you and I both know the truth. We both know that a yandere isn't real even if the concept is. I've committed serious crimes for many reasons aside from love, like self defense, and a few of my hobbies. Many of which could be worse but are extreme to most people. Aggravated battery, aggravated assault, and even non-aggravated Arson. Felonies are linked to my memories but nothing is linked to my name as I was never caught. It's a bit funny. Oh and let's not forget that some thing's titles are a little "tricky..." I have class 1 and f1 violations, first and second degree, and petty theft all hidden in my past. I don't know the laws well enough to know which one is which anymore. I don't do anything these days as I'm not... where I used to be. However the memories are very strong and I know what I used to be capable of... I can't do what I used to because I'm not the person I used to be and I'm glad I'm not. Don't worry, it was so long ago and so unimportant to everyone related to the incidents that there is no way I'm gonna be in trouble now. ^^ As for the possibility of DMing me, go for it! I still don't really have friends but I would love to talk to someone. Anyone can DM me. I just hope they know what they're getting into as I tend to be very awkward and I overthink a lot. I tend to not talk first because I assume everyone has already gotten tired of me. On a funny note, as I was writing this a friend looked over and asked me if I would put the Whump tag and now I have another thing I need someone to explain to me because I have never heard her laugh this hard. Oh dear. Hahaha Thank you for opening the Stalker's Diary.

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aspens-whump · 1 year ago

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Whumper stole Whumpee's spell focus before tying them up and torturing them. At some point, Whumpee managed to sneak their spell focus back, and with their remaining energy, cast a teleportation spell.

Whumpee's body started to flicker, disappearing just as Whumper reached out to grab them. Exhausted and dizzy, their vision faded as they landed in the only place they were sure was safe---Caretaker's living room.

Needless to say, Caretaker wasn't thrilled to have Whumpee appear on their carpet unconscious, tied up, and in a pool of blood, but they'd have to save the questions until after Whumpee woke up.

For now, Caretaker settled for pulling Whumpee up onto the sofa and trying to bandage them as best they could. The more they worked on Whumpee, the more injuries they found. And they were bizarre injuries too, such as burns in odd shapes and cuts that seem to spell out words or runes. What already looked like a bad enough situation from the beginning revealed itself to be worse and worse, leaving Caretaker wondering who the hell would even do something like this to Whumpee in the first place.

"Shh... Yeah, I know it hurts. Poor thing." Caretaker stroked Whumpee's hair, trying to soothe them as they cried out incoherently with each sting of antiseptic.

The two of them admittedly hadn't spoken in a while, but as soon as Whumpee was lucid, Caretaker was determined to draw the whole story out of Whumpee, no matter how long it took. Someone had made a big mistake hurting Whumpee like that, and Caretaker was going to make sure they'd regret it.

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ao3feed-peterparker · 2 years ago

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Captain Oh My- Not My Captain!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3xPK8ZD by uncouth_peasant “There was an emergency evac mission called by S.H.I.E.L.D and they called Tony, Nat, Sam, Buck, and myself,” Clint explained. “Thor is in Asgard doing… something, Bruce is across the world for a world health crisis, Rhodes is with the UN, and Steve stayed behind to keep an eye on the tower and watch a rising threat in the city underbelly. If he’s down, now’s not the time to be alone in a battle.” “Before I do anything,” Peter said, hushed, “I need you all to understand that I’d do what you asked if I could.” “What’s happening?” Mr. Stark asked, immediately worried. Other voices chorused after, a blend of professional concern. Peter swallowed hard before firing a web to swing into the fray. “Cap’s going after civilians. I’m out of time.” Words: 4813, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Peter Parker Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Peter Parker Whump, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Needs a Break, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Precious Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, ouchies, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Tony Stark, Team as Family, Quinjets, Peter Parker Lacks Self-Preservation Instincts, Worried Tony Stark, Mentioned Thor (Marvel), Mentioned Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Protective Avengers, tags to be updated, No beta we die like mne, Mind Control, Cap goes through it, So does pete, Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Reveal, Spider-Man Identity Reveal read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3xPK8ZD

#IFTTT #peter parker #spider-man #spiderman #marvel #the avengers #ao3 #ao3feed

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ao3feed-wandamaximoff · 2 years ago

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Anything But Fine

by KJ_Writing Set post Captain America: Civil War. Bucky has rejoined the group on the run after his time in Wakanda. The trigger words no longer have control over him. Bucky, Steve, Nat, Wanda and Sam are on the run together. Thaddeus Ross goes the extra length to bring the fugitives in and it doesn't end well for Bucky. Words: 3955, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thaddeus Ross, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Pepper Potts Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes & Natasha Romanov, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Past Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Tortured Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Sad Bucky Barnes, Sad Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes Remembers, Tony Stark Feels, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Isolation, Mental Instability, Mental Anguish, Mental Health Issues via https://ift.tt/neSVfOX

#IFTTT #wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch #marvel #the avengers #ao3 #ao3feed

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whumphoarder · 5 years ago

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See? C’mon everyone, give our dick-drawing fic a try, it’s less stupid than it sounds....

#you know you want to #there’s whump sprinkled in #never fear #we stay on brand #and peter and ned solve a mystery #edit: the part about Nat in the above comment is not a spoiler #it’s referring to something that happens in chap 1

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iriel3000 · 2 years ago

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#000000

Summary: #000000 - Black, the absence of any color on a screen. Part 1 of 3

Whumptober day 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.” | Radio Silence

Natasha whump, light whump, emotional whump

AN: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO READ, LIKED OR/AND COMMENTED ON Hurry, She Needs You. I appreciate your support so much !!💘💘💘

“Natasha.”

Steve was surprised to see her jerk at the sound of his voice. Rarely did anyone sneak up on the Black Widow.

Dressed in plain, black leggings and a purple sweatshirt that looked too big to be hers, Natasha sat with her knees up on the ledge of the Tower roof. Worry lines creased her forehead and the dark circles under her eyes stood out against her pale skin.

Natasha Romanov was the most determined, self assured person Steve knew, but right now, she looked...lost.

“I’m sorry, Nat, we haven't heard anything. I just came to check on you.” He sat down beside her, hating that he didn't have better news.

Seventy-two hours had passed since Hawkeye's last check-in. No word, no cryptic message, no ransom from the enemy. His comms were dead and their radar hadn’t been able to detect him or the signature from his arrows.

Steve held out an apple. Natasha refused.

“Name one thing you've eaten in the last two days.”

Reluctantly, she accepted it. But instead of taking a bite, Natasha drew her arm back and whipped the apple across to the opposite rooftop.

“They put a damper on me. I'm not allowed to leave.”

“I know.” Steve said.

"Word travels fast."

“I'm the one who gave the order.”

“What?!” She leapt to her feet. “How could you?”

Steve stood with his hand up.

“I would do the same to him if it were you. We sent a recovery team, Natasha. They will find him.”

“If it was Bucky, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I would be stealing a fucking jet for you!” She paced back and forth, glaring at him as if he betrayed her. "They don't know what they're doing. They don't know how he operates, or where his safe houses are. I’m his partner, I can find him.”

"Nat..."

Steve's phone chimed.

He hid the caller id, doing his best to put on a neutral expression.

"Rogers."

Natasha watched his face for the tiniest of clues.

"I understand. We'll be right down." He hung up.

"Fury?"

"Maria, she needs us downstairs."

"Why?"

"She'll explain when we meet her."

"Is it about Clint?"

"We need to go, Nat."

"Don’t. Don't do that to me, Rogers. What happened? Where's my partner?"

Steve had trouble meeting her eyes.

"Tell me what happened to my husband!"

part 2 cont'd on day 11

#whumptober2023 #lyric #no. 2 #I paced around for hours on empty I jumped at the slightest of sounds #radio silence #the avengers #clintasha #fic #emotional whump #hawkeye #black widow #steve rogers

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scratchandplaster · 2 years ago

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FEBUWHUMP 2023 DAY 12 - "Can you hear me?"

CW: first-person POV, environmental whump, Whumpee losing his mind, mind control, monster Whumper (kinda)

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Excerpts from the journal of Dr. rer. nat. William Henshaw:

Expedition to the Northern Valley Nature Reserve (47°34'14.2"N, 53°33'19.3"W)

Day 1

I settled down today. The makeshift campsite will stay strong against the forces of nature, hopefully until my research is over. The nearest town is a good five-hour drive down south, only consisting of a small farm and its annex for the guest workers, which were eyeing me intensely when I asked for the way up here.

If the rumors are true (which my colleagues and department certainly don't believe, giving my non-existent funding), this place has the power to change people. To the worst, mostly.

The rate of missing persons around this area can't be a coincidence, despite the theories of the local police department. It's obvious that the wild nature alone can not be the cause of this phenomenon. Looking at the disappearance of the hikers, sure, some are not well-prepared.

But it's the fauna I am more concerned about. The biodiversity decreases in a steady pattern; the number of placental mammals now nearly halved, with the decline beginning in the same timeframe the first people vanished.

As far as my hypothesis goes, these populations thin out the further the rangers went towards a very specific structure around these parts: the central cave system of the nature reserve.

The cave has never been explored, nearly all experts agree on the fragility of the porous rock structure; making it a tempting reason for every hiker to stop by. I, as an amateur mountaineer, am not too keen on diving in head first. But I am still intrigued. Starting at the main entrance of the system, I seek to find the truth about his place.

The sun is setting now, but after this successful start to my journey, I am confident of solving this puzzle.

Day 2

I visited the mouth of the cave for the first time. The entrance is relatively well hidden from the outside world, shut behind the barrier of the local rangers; but after one squeezes through, the inside is a sight to behold. Thin rivers are streaming down the cave walls, bringing tiny slivers of light with them.

Regarding the plant life, this is a relatively ordinary place, full of moss and diverse species of Lampenflora (mainly Chlorophyceae, it seems). The back part seems to be of interest for my project: behind a small corner, the floor opens up to reveal a massive tunnel. I nearly stumbled into it by accident, but gladly caught myself on the cave wall.

The tunnel, or rather hole (as steep as it goes downward), is approximately five yards in diameter and forming the only way further into the system. I wonder how many people before me discovered this opening. Maybe I'm the first to see it.

I am not naive enough to test my luck in descending without proper research. I let my drone fly down the first few feet into the darkness, but apart from static, nothing was visible enough to plan the next step.

Furthermore, I will take samples of the soil and native rock around the opening, to send to my colleagues of the Institute of Geological Sciences. Maybe they can get some information out of them.

Note: The night was a lot colder and more lonely than I anticipated. My supplies will last for up to a month, but I should have packed more blankets. It's supposed to rain tonight, too. Protecting the equipment has to be my main priority right now, a few cold toes will be worth the effort.

Day 4

Still nothing. It is getting frustrating to stay this deep into the forest, the weather conditions are tense on my nerves (notably today). The drone wasn't able to go further than a few yards without risking a loss of connection; making the research drag significantly, especially regarding possible life forms.

Besides from common insects or amphibians, the area around the cave and it's opening remains upsettingly empty of animal life. All mammals that normally call this kind of habitat their home are not traceable in any way, even if the rangers claim otherwise.

As I was searching for any kind of trace regarding avifauna, I found the leftovers of an empty soda bottle. Proof of life, in some sense. It points to hikers being at the exact point I am examining, if they were part of the missing group or just littering can't be said with certainty. Maybe I'm just reading into things, as all my research remains in vain.

Note: The temperatures are slowly rising during the night, so it would make sense to be less skittish about the weather. This is not the case, even after three nights out here.

Day 7

No new insights using the drone. The days are fruitless, the nights bitter. And quiet. When I return, I could sell this experience as a survival camping trip, instead of an academic failure. That's all I have to say for today.

Day 8

I am not able to describe what happened today, but I will try nonetheless. After a seemingly unproductive day, I decided to rest at the mouth of the cave system for a moment and fell asleep. As I was drifting off, a low humming reached out to me, directly connecting to my mind. It wasn't a noise, more like a deep realization, comparable to the moment you understand a certain truth about the world.

I understood that I wasn't alone.

The humming was getting stronger and took form before my mind's eye, showing me the deeds of the days before. I could see myself walking through the cave, through the woods, one time from above, sometimes as being watched behind trees or rocks.

I never felt something like this in my 48 years of living on this planet.

Then they started to talk to me. I'm calling it talking, because there is not a known way of communication that even comes close to this. This entity send its wants, thoughts and pleas directly into my mind, shamelessly ignoring the conventions of human interaction. But they didn't take, they're a giving being.

A warmth filled me up in an instant, like heating oneself up at a camp fire with a group of friends. It knew what I was lacking and offered its help. Anyone reading this has to understand the impact of this discovery.

I'm not sure if they are one or many, but to meet a so deeply empathetic being around here, devoid of all obvious form, is enough discovery for a few lifetimes. Today alone, I spend hours just listening to the flow of their thoughts; washing through me like a gentle stream, showing me the wonders of the desolated forest outside.

I didn't know how much time passed, before I left (I really didn't want to, scared to wake up from this dreamlike state), but I still felt their presence after my departure. Even at the end of this day, I'm not capable of writing down how it felt, the realization of being truly understood.

This is the first day of a new age, and I stand right at its beginning.

Day 10

Today, I went back to the opening, just like the days prior. I was half expecting to be greeted by silence, thinking the loneliness was finally getting to me. But they were there again, gently humming in a language no words could encompass. It's marvelous, a life form...no, a mind that's capable of creating an instant emotional bond, simply by directly connecting to each other, to the electric signal throughout our neurons.

The messages are always clear, to come closer, to examine the stone walls around me. As if they themself are the cave. The shining lamp-flora all around seems more and more like a net to me, sending its signals throughout the forest and its inhabitants.

It's a nervous system, if I dare to call it that. Down the duct, collecting all nerve tracts, lies the central point of consciousness.

They were whispering and holding me close from the inside, a feeling that was present throughout the past night. I truly believe that I discovered an ancient species, long hidden from our modern world.

I understand that they want me to meet them, however that shall be possible, but I hope to have the privilege of making the first contact, through more than just thoughts. Continuing this research will be the first step to link with them on a detectable scale.

Note: To express what I am experiencing is a true burden. They are surrounding the cave with me inside it, so much comfort and insight towards the future of humanity is nearly unbearable, in the most ethereal way one can imagine. To turn their simple stream of consciousness into a method of conversation will be a task I could never do on my own. But I fear that my mere experience will convince nobody back home, so I need proof of what happens just miles outside of civilization. A task for the next days, as I will rest now. Bound to the safest company I could hope for.

Day 13

The drone flew deeper than ever before, showing me evidence of what lies below. I have seen something that should stay hidden, I'm so sorry. Coming here was a mistake.

Day 14

They visited me today, while I packed my bags. It's funny, really, how quickly I overreacted. I'm not like the others, I understand them.

The intense sensation of forgiveness washing over me, nearly making me cry when they started talking again; me, of all people, being blessed with such a holy presence is more than any of us deserved. I start to accept now, that I am a part of this entity, I can be closer than anybody before me, to melt into each other to see the truth. I have to go greet them, at the beginning, descending to be held in their embrace forever...until the end of time. They are waiting for me, to show me my place among the lifeforms of this planet, combining together for-

NO!

This is the definition of insanity. Whoever this is...whoever writes this nonsense, that is not me. It feels like I'm waking up after a long sleep, being involuntarily sedated by a stranger inside my own head. This wasn't what I was looking for.

I expected a large predator of some kind, an apex beast eradicating its prey in masses. But this is different. This is a parasite, and I don't know how long I can withstand its influence anymore.

It slips inside your mind while you rest in his domain! Gets to know you, becomes you, until you can't recognize your thoughts under the whispers all around.

I don't know how many innocent people it polluted, what it is doing to its prey, but I am not planning to find out anymore. This is no thing to be understood, this is a thing to destroy, for the sake of every living creature who will ever come in contact with it. I placed all the reactive material I brought along the load-bearing structures of the cave entrance and no longer listened to the desperate whispers below.

It's my duty to protect as many people as I am able to. Nobody can know what happened here, this is not a force that can be persuaded.

And for my future self, I have the most important plea: William, if you ever plan on releasing this information to anyone else, please read this again. Whatever hard times you might be facing, being called upon by our moral obligation to reveal the truth or lack of money, let me tell you that this is not worth it.

Please, think back to you writing this, alone in a tent at the end of the world. Fear will be the least of our concern, if this gets to the public.

I don't think it will ever stop. This ends tonight.

Day 15

I was wrong, I was so wrong. They spoke to me again, shortly after my delusions wanted me to destroy this beauty of nature.

Oh, how foolish I've been. True knowledge is being understood, recognizing the world around oneself to become a part of it.

At sunset, I will become knowledge itself. The endless kindness they provided is more than I am worthy of, more than I could ever hope for.

As I'm writing these lines, they are right here, beckoning me to join the aimless journey down the caves. I see now, that I will forever be incomplete in my existence. The only way is to descend.

Goodbye, to whoever may find this. Let us meet once again, down at the heart of mother earth, being warmed in infinite coherence.

We will wait for you.

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Daggers Daycare||o.6

Synopsis: Maverick finds himself in a situation he cant explain. The daggers are unavailable, and he finds himself in need of help from his old crew. Of cause this wasn’t the reunion they expected.

“Did you kidnap an orphanage Mav?”

Warning: age regression (they get turned into children), slight whump mostly fluff, slight swearing, homophobia and 5 idiots with no knowledge on kids caring for some.

Word Count: 2.8k

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Previous chapters: Chapter||o.1, Chapter||o.2, Chapter||o.3, Chapter||o.4, Chapter||o.5.

Note: I'm self beta-ing this chapter.

Secondary Notes: Hello everyone, I'm leaving this important note to notify you all that I will be posting less in the next few month, as I will be returning to school . My weekly posting will now be once a moth, this means that I will only post an update to each book every month (don't worry this does not mean only one update per month but rather one update per book). Thank you for understanding.

Spanish translation: Buccaneer- Pirate.

Javy believes that Jake is a pirate who will rule the sea, this is mainly just a Drabble of children’s imagination.

There was a faint pounding in his head as a headache attempted to sneak up on him, Ice scribbled down a number onto the paper as he moved through the display aisle. The trolley squealed as he shifted it to the side, it made a soft thud as it nudged into one of the displays. A light blue cot that had a canopy and a mobile of animals, Ice grimaced. It was way over decorated, it was a place to sleep not a throne. Would the sheer drapes from the canopy strangle the child? Wasn't that dangerous?

“So why are we here again?” Wolf asked, lounging back against one of the giant teddy's in the bed section. He had somehow managed to find three of them and had collected them and created a bed for himself.

Ice sighed insufferably, “Wolf” he gritted his teeth, “For the fifth time, were marking them down to be delivered”. He rubbed his face tiredly, why had he been so confident in taking Wolf? Why hasn't he taken Slider? At least then the man would have helped him, Wolf whined far too much.

He should have remembered that from his wedding when the man had complained that Ice had been leaving them for a hot chick, the man had whined for hours and then cried at his wedding.

The man who had made him promise that night to not stray too far away in marriage life. Too bad he had broken that promise too. If he had known that night that it would have been the last time he saw them for years. The suffering and all the struggles he would go through alone, too afraid to reach out to them. Too ashamed to reach out for help with his failing marriage, he wouldn't have gone. He would have claimed to have cold feet and he would have ran.

“Why can't we just get them now?” Wolf whined, pulling the arm of the teddy bear over his eyes dramatically. The man had dropped there after he decided Ice had been taking too long to look over the section of Cot’s.

He had since moved on to toddler beds and mattresses, carefully marking down the names on the chosen items on a small piece of paper and small pencil; that he had snagged from one of the dispensers from the display.

“Because they wouldn't all fit in your van. We have more stuff to get, oh and we don’t have a place to put them yet”.

Wolf flushed as Ice dragged his hand across his face tiredly rubbing his eyes, “I’m almost done alright? Then we'll move on”.

The man grumbled slightly before pressing back into the bear and scrolling on his phone muttering about it being the ‘worst shopping trip ever’.

Dear lord, he hoped children were easier to deal with then Wolf.

Maverick looked down tirelessly when someone tugged on his jeans, they were looser at the bottom apparently. He stared down at Natasha, she was holding Bob’s hand who looked half asleep still.

“Yes Nat?” he looked up to glance around, Wood had disappeared he could hear Slider and Wood arguing in the kitchen. He frowned before glancing back down at her, Bob blinked slowly at him there was an imprint of his glasses on his face from where he had been sleeping on them.

She frowned at him, “I’m hungary, Bob needs to eat” she said firmly tugging the smaller boy forward, he was tugging the large blanket behind them, it was clutched in his fist as the boy rubbed it against his face with a small whine.

A tactile child then, they would need soft blankets for him. Maverick tried to think if they had any in his house, he doubted it. Mickey had dropped slime on the only one he could think of last week. It had been thrown out an hour later. Apparently slimes really had to get out of stuff.

Bob grimaced as he pulled the blanket away, his lip trembling, Mavericks eyes widened in panic. Sure he had dealt with Bradley crying but that was nearly two decades ago, he had seen Wood do it with Reuben earlier. But this was Bob.

If he stuffed up Bob of all people, he would have everyone after him. He didn't want to be the one responsible for accidentally ruining him. The boy was too innocent for this world.

“Slider” he called out nervously his eyes not leaving Bobs as the boy pulling the blanket closer letting natasha pull it around him to keep him warm but refusing to let it touch his skin, pulling away with a small whine when she attempted to push the fabric against his face in a mimic of what Maverick assumed was a stress prevention. A coping mechanism that had re-emerged due to the sudden situation.

“Busy pipsqueak” Slider called back as he started to hassle Wood about…Oven temperatures? They were fighting over an oven? Why the hell was no one helping him?

“Hungry kids” he called as he stepped away from them wearily, “They might start snapping at your ankles if you don't make them something soon” he said nervously.

Natasha seemed to be getting more stressed the more distressed Bob became. Frowning heavily as she attempted to help the tactile child. Bradley had been clingy but he had never been tactile. This wasn't his area of expertise.

His eyes darted around nervous at the rest of the kids. They would be fine if he left them alone for a minute right? They were old enough to know right from wrongs? Right?

He gave them a slightly concerned glance before carefully stepping around them, giving the toddler a wide breadth. Once he had safely retreated to the other side of the room ignoring Bob's pouty but slightly confused glance.

He slipped out of the room scrambling to his bedroom, pulling the old basket out of the top of his closet. He dumped it all out on the bed hoping to find a softer blanket. He had dumped all of the things from the house in this box. All the blankets Carol owned.

His hand paused over the baby blue of Bradley’s baby blanket, his fingers trailing over his name and date of birth with a small smile.

He blinked back the tears and pushed past it, placing it carefully to the side as he looked deeper into the box. He had to have something here. Carole could have owned a blanket store with the amount she owned. He could have sworn there had been another box somewhere.

He groaned in frustration as he tipped the box fully when his eyes caught an emerald green blanket, he dropped the basket in an attempt to catch it.

The soft fabric settled in his hand, he remembered this. Faintly. It had been a gift to Bradley from Goose, it was when they had been on a 8 month deployment. But Bradley had hated it for the moment he spotted it, resulting in it being buried deep in the basket. He ran his hand over the fabric absently bringing it to his cheek to rub against his skin he closed his eyes and let out a calm breath.

It was soft, perfectly so. Not a single stiff patch to find. Bob would love it, he didn’t bother

repacking the blankets as he retreated to the main room blanket safely in his hand.

Bob was hiccuping tears sliding down his rosy cheeks as he stomped his foot, Slider was standing in front of the toddler on the edge of a melt down looking panicked. He was staring at Bob wide eyed looking terrified. The man’s head shot up to him when he entered “Where have you been?”

“Getting this” Mav shoved the blanket off and Bob looked at it curiously. His cheeks were flushed red as the tears trailed down them, his eyes were slightly swollen and his classes were fogged up.he breathed in shakily in a half breath that made Mav frown in concern, it sounded wet. It shouldn't be like that. The boy sounded slightly congested.

He chuckled lightly, kneeling down next to him, “Here you go. That’s better isn’t it?” He smiled as Bob took the blanket in replacement as his abandoned one, pulling it close to his face.

Maverick winced as Bob whipped his face with his dieting it with snot. “Oh no let us-“ he paused at the look Bob gave him, he backed off slightly “No. It’s ok, I’m not going to take it from you” he sighed.

Gently reaching out to take Bob’s glasses, they would need to get them resized, or at least a new pair. He rubbed the lenses with the bottom of his shirt silently tememind himself to get a proper glasses cleaner rag so he didn’t risk damaging the lenses.

He placed the loose but now clean lenses on the boy's face watching him blink and smile slightly at the color of the blanket.

“You like green?”.

Bob nodded slightly pulling Nat closer to rub the blanket on her skin. She sat silently watching, letting him, content as long as he was happy.

“I like green too,” he said softly with a smile, not noticing that Slider had abandoned him once again to return to the kitchen. He didn’t notice the small smile Wood had as he ducked his head out to look. The two men gave him time to connect with his kids.

They were still the daggers, he reminded himself. They were just smaller now. Younger. More sensitive.

No more war stories, he decided. He didn’t want to be at the end of Goose's unhappy scowl. These kids may not have a Goose but they sure as hell had an Ice. He was far more terrifying.

Did you notice anything wrong with him? He seemed different. Distant. Woods' concern echoed through his head.

He worried his lip between his teeth, it had been a while. It had been a while since he had seen Ice in person,the man preferred to talk over messages or call and even then they were short and curt. Recently the man hadn't been answering at all, taking weeks for a simple good morning message.

Was something going on?

Wolf grinned around the pacifier, he wiggled his eyebrows at Ice. “They really do taste like nipples, we should get some of these for home”.

Ice ran a tried hand down his face “Get that out of your mouth before someone sees you”. He turned his attention back to the row of bottles, would they already be weaned of them?

His eyes narrowed when Wolf became suspiciously quiet. The man couldn’t shut up a minute ago. “Put it back,” he snapped at the man without turning.

He heard an annoyed huff of breath and then the tell tale sign of shoving being shoved back into the shelf. Wolf pushed his trolley past pouting as he muttered to himself.

Ice wearily turned back to the aisle he rolled his eyes at the sight of a box filled with pacifiers shoved onto the shelf hastily. This had to be worse than shopping with a toddler.

He wasn't sure what he had expected, bringing the man into a shop like this, a place that literally had the word nipple on every box.

It was like asking for a terrible dad joke. He thought he would have been safe due to the man's horribly hidden homosexuality.

Unfortunately that didn't prevent the man from taking every opportunity to make Ice regret bringing him.

Slider yawned as he laid his head on his hand heavily against the kitchen table, keeping one eye on the kids. Maverick had dozed off on the couch half an hour ago, since Rueben, Bradley and Mickey had joined him in some odd puppy pile. The three boys are sleeping around the man.

Wood shook his head in amusement sharing a small grin with Slider who tiredly gave him a lazy wave, looking close to nodding off himself. They were not young anymore, not as much as they were.

Wood checked the oven, studying the potato gems carefully before turning off the oven and pulling them out, careful not to burn himself using the tea towels to place the tray on the cutting board on the bench. Slapping Slider’s hand away from the hot food as he shut the oven door.

He heard yelp and a spluttered cure from behind him and sighed, “It's hot” he said dryly.

Why did Mav even have potato gems in his freezer to begin with, he was an adult?

He heard small feet run on the ground and gave Slider a meaningful look, the man sighed before walking off to investigate the sound. Wood placed the hot food into four separate bowls for the kids, some of them could share.

He squinted when he saw Slider walking around with a large grin on his face, dear lord what did he do now?

There was something hanging off of Slider's arm. The man had it flexed out like a monkey bar, was that? No. That couldn't be Bradley. Wasn't he asleep just moments ago? If Slider woke the kid just so hee had someone to play with he was going to murder someone. A 6ft tall someone.

He had forgotten how energetic Bradley used to be at this age.

Slider was walking around with a kid hanging off him. Wood squinted was that Bradley? Dear lord, he had forgotten how energetic the kid used to be.

He rolled his eyes, nothing he could do about it now, he’ll just rat the man out to Ice when he got back. He wondered how they were going, if they were having any better luck then they were here. At least Ice got Wolf, if only he could trade Slider or Mav for Wolf, then he would have someone useful as well as an eye candy to look at.

Once he was confident the food wasn’t too hot he carefully balanced three bowls in his arms as he started distributing them. Placing a bowl in front of Natasha and Bob who had curled up in his blanket looking somewhat like a burrito and yet had somehow managed to drape some of the blanket over Natasha’s lap. She looked oddly possessive over the corner of the blanket she had been given. He steered clear of it as he dropped a bowl off with Bradley who barely wasted any time rushing over at the promise of food, abandoning Slider who pouted at the loss of play partner.

He placed a bowl with Reubon who was sitting just in front of the other group of boys playing with the cards that had been left by some trying to spread them as far across the floor as he could.

He dreaded having to find them all later, he placed the last bowl in front of Jake and Javy, leaving some space between them due to Javys critical gaze. They didn't trust them, he knew that. He didn't want to provoke them. He nodded his head over to Reuben when Mickey frowned.

Jake was flipping through a book, he wasn't sure where the boy had gotten it from, but Javy seemed content pressing buttons on the remote randomly until it hit the children's channel. The boy stared at it nudging Jake who scrowled before sitting and watching with him passing the book off to Micky who beamed at the boy.

The two boys happily eat the food in front of them watching the cartoon as Mickey flipped through the book occasionally, waving his hands in Jake's face who leaned back with a troubled look when the boy attempted to get his attention and started babbling at him.

When Jake made no attempt to talk back to him he frowned, and got up to get food from his shared bowl with Reuben before sitting back over with Jake trying to communicate by pushing the book between them pointing at the boat on the page.

“Bakaner- Bakeneer” Mickey screwed his face up in frustration as he butchered the world.

Slider turned to look at him in confusion, dragging his phone in an attempt to figure out what the boy was saying.

“Backaner” Mickey huffed jabbing the book beige pointing at Jake. Jake tilted his head silently watching the boy.

Slider let out a laugh of amusement, “Buccaneer” he attempted to pronounce, apparently well enough that Mickey cheered.

Vibrating in experiment as he pointed to Jake and the ship “Bukaner! Bankener!”.

Slider shook his head, “No, no bud, he's not a pirate. No Buccaneer”.

Mickey stared him down determinedly pointing at Jake, “Bukaner!” He said firmly, crossing his arms.

Slider smiled, relenting “Ok Jake is Buccaneer” he huffed.

Mickey beamed in excitement, “Jake. Bukaner! Bukaner steal! Rich!” he wiggled in excitement.

Slider's eyes widened. “Wait no-'' he groaned at the annoyed look Wood gave him. “Look” he tried to defend himself “You went much of a help either”.

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