#especially since shadow is the one who got shot in this universe and never got to heal it fully before sleeping

[mephiles-the-jester]

its 12am for me and i have many thoughts about this au where i just traumatise two older sibling sonic characters (and make metal a transgirl dating amy)

[s10127470]

If the Disney Characters actually got to be important in Kingdom Hearts: Part 1

So recently, I've been seeing some discussion about Kingdom Hearts on social media.

Or more specifically, the way the Disney properties have been utilized in the games.

And many people have said how much they've wished the Disney characters got to play a much bigger role in the series.

And although there are several people who wish for less Disney in the games, I don't think they're saying they don't want anything Disney in the games.

Since let's be real, Disney plays a major role in the identity of the series.

And if you took that away, the series just wouldn't feel the same.

I think those people are referring more to that they don't want to sit through an entire shot-to-shot recreation of "Let it Go", while Sora, Donald and Goofy just stare on completely confused.

As someone who's really into Kingdom Hearts, I really do agree with these people.

This is a crossover series. Most people want to see the Disney characters interacting with each other and the original characters in unique ways.

But unfortunately, we rarely ever get that.

Hell, during the production of the first game, Square Enix themselves stated that they wanted to have the Disney characters to play a much bigger role in the story, particularly the villains.

Unfortunately, this never came to fruition because of one entity....

Apparently, Disney is really protective of their characters, which is why the Disney characters never got to play major roles in the series.

And I can definitely believe that, especially when looking at stuff like Kingdom Hearts III.

But being the idea man that I am, I started thinking about a version of the Kingdom Hearts where the Disney characters got to actually be utilized in unique ways.

So I figured I start a multi-part series, where I actually look at the Kingdom Hearts games and discuss how I think the Disney properties could've been utilized if Square Enix was allowed to go all out with the crossover aspect.

Before we start, one major to note is that I'll also be going over the how the worlds would be presented and executed.

Since for this little AU, I'd like to imagine that many of the KH games got legitimate remasters for the PlayStation 3, not just slightly enhanced ports, utilizing the much stronger technology and graphical achievements of the console.

It's actually kind of funny how Kingdom Hearts never released a game officially for the PS3 that wasn't just a port of an already-existing game.

But with that being said, let's get this party started!

Kingdom Hearts:

The game that started it all!

Among the Kingdom Hearts game, the original is often considered to be the one with the best utilization of the Disney properties.

From the Council of Disney Villains, to having characters like Triton actually knowing about the existence of other worlds and the Keyholes.

The first thing we need to get straight is that The World Order is going straight to the Shadow Realm.

Many people, myself included, have always found that incredibly dumb and just felt like it was an forced in-universe reason for not going all-out with the crossover aspect.

But here, there'll be more Disney characters who are well aware of the existence of other worlds.

Now that we got that out of way, let's get to biggest draw of this concept....

THE DISNEY PARTY MEMBERS WILL ACTUALLY JOIN YOU!

Yep! Tarzan, Aladdin, Jack Skellington, Ariel and Peter Pan will actually be accompanying Sora, Donald and Goofy on the journey through the worlds.

You know, what everyone who has played this series have been wanting since the damn beginning!

The highlight of this game would definitely be seeing how our heroes play off each other.

There are some of the interactions I can think of.

-Besides Donald and Goofy, Sora would definitely be the closest to Aladdin and Ariel. Not only because they're the only members of the team around his age (only being like 2 years older than him), but they also kind of remind him of Riku and Kairi. Aladdin through his quick-witted and confident nature, and Ariel through her bubbly nature and somewhat tomboyish side.

-Tarzan and Jack would just be in awe at practically everything they see, and the other would have to make sure they don't constantly wander off.

-Peter would take every chance he gets to pester the hell out of Donald....and the others would have to constantly remind him why it's not morally right to strangle a child. Also, you can't help but feel bad for Donald. I mean, he already has to look after three teenagers, a talking skeleton with the excitable nature of a kid, and a young ape man who can barely even talk. He does not need Peter to make this even more stressful.

-And Goofy, in typical Kingdom Hearts fashion, is the only member of this team with a braincell.

Sadly, Beast wouldn't really get in on the interactions due to him coming in at the tail-end of the game.

Luckily, you are able to take to previous worlds once you obtain him.

Also, since I know some people are probably gonna ask this, Ariel would still be a mage fighter, using spells to attack her opponents via a bag of potions.

Story-wise, this game would be largely the same.

Expect that you now have the Disney characters joining you on your quest across the worlds.....

As for their reasoning for joining the trio.

Aladdin and Peter join in order to rescue Jasmine and Wendy, since they were both kidnapped due to them being two of the Seven Princesses of Heart.

Ariel would be sent to join the heroes as Triton feels she would be much safer with them, since if I remember correctly, they actually mentioned that there could a possibly that she's one of the Seven Hearts.

And as for Tarzan and Jack....

Honestly they're just there for vibes.

However, the Disney heroes would bid farewell to Sora, Donald and Goofy just before their final battle against Ansem and hope to one day see them again.

Okay! Now that we cover the story, let's go on to the worlds.

Traverse Town:

This world is largely the same in terms of layout.

The real major difference between this and the original version would be that it would be a lot more lively.

Yep! Traverse Town would actually have far more NPCs than just the Disney and Final Fantasy characters.

Since I'm coming at this from the mindset of those PS3 remasters I mentioned, I could imagine Square Enix would be able to add more NPCs into the worlds with the much stronger technology of the console.

As for the characters, there would be a few additions.

This would include Archimedes (Merlin's owl) and The Radcliffes from 101 Dalmatians.

Speaking of 101 Dalmatians, there would a sub-plot involving Cruella De Vil, along with her henchman, Jasper and Horace.

The sub-plot would involve Cruella trying to swindle the puppies our heroes keep finding throughout their journey from them.

Luckily, it doesn't work.

However, with each failed attempt, Cruella becomes more angry and angry.

And this eventually accumulates in Cruella summoning a Heartless version of her trademark car that I like to call Crazy Cabby, which she would use to try and run over our heroes.

Luckily, they manage to defeat Cruella and send her running for the hills.

Also, one last thing to note is that this world would be one of the few to have the characters in their usual outfits.

I'm sure some of you are asking what do I mean by that?

Well, you're about to see!

Wonderland:

Layout-wise, this world is practically the same as in the original. Just a little more spacious.

Also, this would be the very first world where the characters actually change their looks.

Yep! In this version of the game, in nearly every world, our heroes get completely different outfits in order to fit with their new setting.

Many people have wanted to see the games do this with every world and not just some since it would help our trios not stick out like sore thumbs 90% of the time.

Fun Fact: This was actually suppose to be in the original game, as you can see from this concept art right below.

As for the looks of this world, our heroes would be wearing colorful Victorian English attire, to match with the look of Alice herself.

Funnily enough, I think Jack would be the one whose outfit changes the least in this world since it's already a fancy suit.

Speaking of which, Wonderland is pretty famous for having some major characters from Alice in Wonderland missing.

Most notably, The Mad Hatter and The March Hare, who only appeared in the original game as being imprisoned in a portrait.

But here, they're actual characters you can interact with.

Other characters from the film who didn't appear in the original game would include Tweedledum and Tweedledee and The Caterpillar.

There would also be plenty of Card Soldiers hanging around The Queen's Castle.

Olympus Coliseum:

Not much to say about this world.

It's pretty much the same both layout and character-wise.

The only thing of note is the look of the characters.

Sora, Tarzan and Aladdin would be wearing ancient Greek civilian attire.

Donald and Ariel would be wearing the attire of a hierei, which were what priests back in ancient Greece were known as.

Goofy and Jack would both be in Greek soldier attire.

Peter would be a satyr.

And Beast would be a really furry minotaur.

Deep Jungle:

We now come to the first world with changes to....just about everything.

Layout-wise, the world would have the same areas featured in the original game and some new ones as well.

These would include Pathways (A series of paths in the middle of the jungle that can lead to the different areas), The Nesting Grounds (where Tarzan's gorilla family reside), and The Watering Hole (where the elephants were hanging out in the original film).

Actually, The Watering Hole would be replacing Hippo's Lagoon.

And as you would expect, the world would feel much more spacious than before.

As for the characters featured, in addition to the ones shown in the original game, it would also feature those from the film that never made it.

Those characters being none other than Professor Porter, Tantor, and Manu.

Speaking of Porter, he'll be among the group of Disney characters to know about the existence of other worlds prior to the events of the game.

As for other NPCs, Deep Jungle would be one of the most unique among the worlds when it comes to that as nearly all its NPCS are animals.

And those animals would consist of gorillas, elephants, baboons, leopards, Fischer's lovebirds, grey parrots, fish eagles, butterflies, hippos, bongos, rhinos, giant forest hogs, marabou storks, peafowls, chimpanzees, pythons, frogs, crocodiles, colobus monkeys, okapis and forest buffalos.

As you would probably expect, some of these animals (like leopards, baboons, pythons and crocodiles) will attack you if you get close of them.

(For this version of the series, I actually want some of the worlds to have specific enemies besides the Heartless to fight)

But there are others that are not only friendly, but you can also ride as well (like elephants, rhinos and marabou storks).

Yep! Riding animals is essentially the special feature of this world.

As for the character looks, excluding Tarzan obviously....

Sora, Donald and Goofy would be dressed as safari explorers from the early 20th century.

Aladdin would be dressed as a North African merchant from around the time as well.

Ariel and Jack would be dressed as African tribal shamans.

Peter would be dressed as a wild boy, similar to Tarzan.

And Beast would be an ape.

Agrabah:

Layout-wise, this world would be largely the same, with the addition of another region.

That region being the Palace itself, which consist of the follwing areas: The Courtyard, The Throne Room, The Dungeon, and The Garden.

As for new characters, we would be seeing The Sultan, Rajah, Razoul, and the Royal Guards.

Speaking of The Sultan, he'll be another Disney character aware of the existence of other worlds.

Actually, Donald and Goofy would already personally know the Sultan as he's an old friend of Mickey this time around!

In terms of NPCs, they'll be plenty of more townsfolk to see this time around and a few animals like camels, goats and sheep.

As for world-specific enemies, this would include scimitar-wielding skeletons, bats, scorpions, cobras, and living Shiva statues.

As for the looks this time, excluding Aladdin....

Sora, Tarzan, Ariel and Peter would all be wearing Arabian civilian attire, but with some variations between them.

Like Sora and Ariel's outfits would be pretty similar to Aladdin and Jasmine's.

And Tarzan definitely wouldn't be wearing shirt.

Donald and Jack would be dressed like viziers, similar to Jafar.

Goofy would be dressed like a royal guard, similar to Razoul and his men.

And Beast would be a big-ass lion.

Monstro:

I don't really have a whole lot to say for this world.

It's pretty the same as it was in the original game.

The only real change would be the addition of Figaro.

And after thinking long and hard about this, I think the group would be keeping their usual looks for this world.

Since it would be kinda awkward for them to change their looks.....inside a giant whale of all things.

Also, I can't think of any world-specific enemies this one would have as well.

Atlantica:

Layout-wise, it's pretty much the same.

The same can be said for the selection of characters from the movies.

As for NPCs, there would plenty of merpeople swimming about this time.

Along with many sea creatures including starfish, crabs, lobsters, seahorses, stingrays, octopuses, sea urchins, jellyfish, squids, clams, swordfish, sea turtles, dolphins, sea lions, whales and a whole lot of fish.

As for world-specific enemies, we'd have sharks, eels and barracudas.

As for looks, excluding Ariel....

We already know what Sora, Donald and Goofy are gonna look like here.

Aladdin, Tarzan and Peter would all be mermen (well, boys in Aladdin and Peter's case).

Beast would be a huge sea lion.

And Jack....

Honestly, he would be an undead pirate captain.

In all honesty, Jack would probably look real weird as merman.

Plus, the pirate captain attire would still fit the setting of this world thanks to the Sunken Ship being one of the areas here.

Not only that, but it would also serve as a cute little Easter Egg to Jack's cameo in the film: James and the Giant Peach.

Halloween Town:

Layout-wise, it's pretty much the same as in the original game.

Same goes for the selection of characters as well.

In terms of NPCS, the civilians of Halloween Town shown in the film would be taking that role.

As for world-specific enemies, this would include elemental skeletons (coming in Fire, Blizzard and Thunder variations), ghosts and spiders.

Now for the looks of the group this, excluding Jack....

Just like with Atlantica, we already know what Sora, Donald and Goofy will look like in this world.

Beast would essentially look exactly the same as he usually does.

I can't tell if this would be funny or kinda cruel....

As for the others.

Tarzan would be a were-ape (essentially the same concept as a werewolf, except the individual turns into a monstrous ape instead of a monstrous wolf).

Aladdin would be living Shiva-like statue with four arms (and scimitars to go with).

Ariel would be a swamp monster ala the Creature of the Black Lagoon.

And Peter would be a ghost.

Neverland:

Layout-wise, this world would see a massive overhaul.

One of the things I was not a fan of with the original Kingdom Hearts was that in Neverland, we didn't really get to go to....you know, Neverland.

It's was largely set on the seas surrounding the island, mainly on Captain Hook's ship, The Jolly Roger.

But here, we actually would get to explore the island of Neverland, and it would feature the same layout and areas as it did in Birth by Sleep.

Not only that, but the original Neverland also had pretty major characters from the film completely missing.

Most notably Michael and John Darling and The Lost Boys.

But here, they'll actually be present here.

Other characters featured (essentially serving as the NPCs of this world) would include the mermaids and.....*sigh*.....the Indian Tribe.

But don't worry.

They appeared in quite a bit in the game Peter Pan: Adventures in Never Land, and believe it or not, they weren't racist caricatures!

Basically, this game will be doing what that game did.

That being portraying the Indian Tribe as....not racist.

Other NPCs would include animals such as rabbits, racoons, skunks, foxes, bears, wolves, woodpeckers, turtles, squirrels, cardinals, owls, porcupines, deer, otters, moose, beavers, badgers, turkeys, monkeys, snakes, parrots, frogs, crabs, tropical fish and geckos.

As for world-specific enemies, it would essentially be Hook's pirate crew.

And with this overhaul in layout and featured characters, there would be a rewrite in the story of this world as well.

The story at the start would have the group helping Michael, John and The Lost Boys find Wendy, who was kidnapped Hook and taken to his ship.

Eventually, the group do find out about Wendy's whereabouts, which would lead them to The Jolly Roger, where they would meet Peter.

As for looks of our heroes this time, excluding Peter....

Sora, Aladdin, Tarzan and Ariel would be wearing animal-themed onesies similar to The Lost Boys

Sora's would be a lion.

Tarzan's a gorilla.

Aladdin's a monkey.

And Ariel's a fish.

Dude, that's probably gonna be brutal for hook.

I mean, the dude already has it rough losing to a 12-year old who fights with a small-ass dagger on a regular basis.

But now he's about get his ass kicked by a three teenagers and a young man, rolling up looking like this.....

Donald, Goofy and Jack would be wearing outfits similar to Peter's.

And Beast would look how he usually does, but with some raggedy clothes to fit with the island setting.

100 Acre Wood:

I don't really have anything to say for this world.

The only thing is that Sora would be wearing an outfit similar to Christopher Robin's

Well, I think I've talked about everything I wanted to about this game.

So let's move on to the last game I wanted to discuss before I wrap this post up....

Chain of Memories:

This game is pretty much fine the way it is.

The only real difference would be that Deep Jungle would actually be featured like it was initially intended to.

And Tarzan would be the Friend Card for that world.

His signature is Raging Boar, where he charges towards enemies and wildly thrashes them with his spear.

Well that's all I have for now!

I hope you guys like this idea of mine's and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Part 2 should be coming out in a few days!

Before I head off, I wanna ask you guys two things.

If Square Enix were able to utilize the Disney properties more in the games, in your opinion, how would YOU see the games (specifically 1 and Chain of Memories) playing out? Would it similar to my idea, or would it be a little different?

I initially wanted to use this concept in my discussion for 1, but I was not sure about it. That concept being having the summons obtain different looks in each world, to fit with settings and the looks of our heroes. Do you guys think that should've been done? Or do you think the summons should just keep their usual looks, no matter the world?

Anyway, I'm going off to bed.....

[orphicrose]

can i request caitlyn kiramman x female zaunite reader who's extremely passionate about the cause of "the nation of zaun" and her hate towards topsiders especially enforcers. maybe like teenage enemies to friends to lovers. also headcanons for if the reader also gets taken in by silco alongside powder/jinx following the cannery explosion. also with the reader being a mage with smoke and shadow related powers.

Buttercup (Caitlyn x Zaun!Fem!Reader)

Thank you for the request! This is an au where Violet refused to help Caitlyn so she took her mission upon herself.

There will be 3 parts since i got carried away. Head cannons coming soon !

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The lanes were a bitter place, filled with bitter people. Y/n was no stranger to that. She had grown up suffocated by it, downing in ignorance and self-righteousness from the people above. Always wanting more from the life she was given, and strongly believing she was in the wrong for it. Till she met him. He was her savior, at first. The father she'd always dreamed of. Pulling her from the pits of despair and into his arms.

Silco was a powerful individual with big ambitions, sharing her vision of the nation of zaun. He made her believe she were the key to the revolution, being his little toy for a while without her knowledge.

Veins glowing purple, permanently, from the dread of shimmer. Being his lab rat. Shot, after shot. Day in and day out. Short term affects from the drug had worn off after a while of usage, her body growing a tolerance. And with the constant shots of this unknown substance came long term affects, abilities. Silco spent a while, scratching his head, curious as to how shed obtained such skills from his small . But no answers were clear. Perhaps she was just a mutation, a mistake in the universes code.

"Y/n" a name echoed down the halls, Silco's footsteps approaching the rundown room. "I've been waiting for you all morning" his frame leant against the door way, watching her throw an old rubber ball against the wall.

"I'm tired" She bit back, legs crossed and eyes focused on the movement of the sphere leaving her hand.

"That enforcer is sniffing about again. Deal with it or you are doing the patrol tonight" she listened to his footsteps fade away before letting out a frustrated growl. Patrol meant handing out shimmer to the poor beggars in the street. She didn't understand his motifs anymore. How corrupting their people was supposed to help grow their nation. But he had a big plan, she was certain. It would come together eventually.

Life was quiet recently, ever since Vander was stripped from the undercity seven years ago. Quiet from enforcers, that was. Everything else was a drugged up mess.

But when patrols did make their rounds, it was never good.

Y/n climbed her way through the lanes, not in much of a hurry, looking over the bustling streets miles below her feet. Glaring lights reflecting bright pink hues off her face. No Piltover twats anywhere to be seen.

Lurking with a hesitancy in the tall buildings, a young enforcer with little experience. Her curiosity inevitably going to lead to her downfall one day. Scared eyes followed the buildings above her, stretching to the skyline, as she tries her best to take in the unfamiliar scene around her.

"What am i doing...?" She mumbles to herself, adjusting her hood around her neck and sliding it over her blue hair. "I don't even know where i'm going"

She follows the makeshift path in front of her, looking behind her every second with a unjustified fear of being followed. Not looking at the path shortening in front of her, she jolts forward as her foot misses the ground. A gasp escaping her lips, looking down to realize she was still on her feet. An arm stretched out around her shoulders, a barrier between her life and death.

"Yeah, the path ends there" y/n pulled her backwards, stepping back herself.

"I can see that" Caits eyes still widened with surprise, slowly turning to meet the woman's behind her.

It took a few seconds to notice the uniform before her defenses were up. She was the threat that needed to be taken care of.

"Thank you" Her voice both enchanted and concerned y/n. She was so young to be in this line of business, similar to herself. She would have felt sorry if she wasn't from the topside.

"You shouldn't be here." Y/n took a step backwards ever so slightly.

The two looked at each other, almost assessing the others next move or motifs. Caitlyn looking for anything possible to guide her, and y/n looking for an opportunity to get rid of her. The entitled scum.

"I don't suppose you could help me?" She took a step closer, a spark of enthusiasm in her eyes. It was strange to see a topsider who wasn't screwing their nose up at the sight of y/n. They usually made it obvious how little they cared, but not this one. It put y/n on edge. She didn't respond to the question, waiting for an answer.

"I'm looking for a... inventor" She chose her words carefully, holding up a unironically decorated bomb. Child like scribbles covering the sheet of its rusted metal. Y/n knew one person who drew like that, who made machines like that. The person who had grown up along side her, like a deranged sister. But a sister nonetheless. "I don't suppose you recognize this?"

Caitlyn knew the answer to that question the moment y/n's eyes fell onto the object in her hand. The worried expression on her face telling her to reach for the rifle on her back. Before both of them knew it, weapons were draw at each others head. Y/n wielding a small, volcanic pistol that her sister had crafted for her hands specially.

The scene had happened so quickly, neither really knew what they were fighting for in the moment.

"You're close to the creator, aren't you" Caitlyn jolted her rifle towards the woman accusingly, one eye resting on the scope.

"You don't know anything"

"She's dangerous"

Both stood in a stand off, waiting for the other to move as an excuse to pull the trigger.

"What are you going to do to whoever invented it?" Y/n questioned, adjusting the pistol in her sweating hands.

Caitlyn took a second to respond. Aiming to diffuse the situation, maybe get information if she was lucky.

"If you tell me who it is, i can help you. The whole of Piltover need someone behind bars for the stunt that was pulled. I need a story"

"A story or a name?" Y/n scoffed. "If i help you, how do I know you won't go behind my back and lock her up anyway? I could kill you right now and let this all be over"

"If i don't return home, they'll send more enforcers. Something tells me you don't want that" She lowered her weapon to the floor slowly, raising her hands above her head as a sign of surrender. "I can get you anything. Money?"

"A meeting with the council" Y/n was quick to order her. Having her priorities in order. "No questions asked, a meeting with the counsel and i'll help you"

"Deal"

"But I need your help with something. I'm not going to give you valuable information without being able to trust you first" Y/n prodded her shoulder with the barrel of her gun. Waiting for conformation.

Caitlyn shook her head, looking at the ground below her. A sigh escaping her lips. "Fine, but i won't hurt anyone"

"Then you have yourself a deal, buttercup"

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The young mage toured the enforcer around the maze of the lanes. Checking to make sure she was keeping up with her every so often, and finding it amusing when she hesitated to jump across the buildings with her. Her poorly executed jumps resulting in a thud in the metal of the rooftops, winding herself with every landing.

"keep up" She heard y/n's voice echo in front of her, struggling to keep up.

"Where are we going" Her breathlessness making her words almost unintelligible. Frustration across her face when there was no response to her reasonable question.

What felt like an eternity of running for the English, was just ten minutes. In ten minutes they had arrived at a tall, metal structure. Seemingly an old radio tower. Overlooking all of the underground, if it wasn't surrounded by a thick pollution.

"Are you going to tell me what we are doing yet?"

Y/n rolled up her sleeves, walking around the unstable structure as if she had lost something.

"Hello?" Y/n's hand fell to Caitlyn's mouth, forcing her to be quiet. The enforcer seconds away from struggling till a faint buzzing could be heard.

"Quiet, they are coming" She slowly moved her hand away, moving to her side. "Don't say anything and let me handle this okay?"

Strange, considering she was there to help and she was ordered not to do anything. Her back was up but Caitlyn had no time to argue, before a group of hoverboards came into view. The riders wearing masks and distinctive markings on their clothes. She recognized them. They were the firelights.

"Ekko" Y/n moved forward as the three figures gracefully walked off their boards and towards the woman. A hand held out, waiting for something. A drug deal?

Y/n pulled a shining blue rock from her pocket, emanating power. The hues shone through the fog and reflected off the eye holes cut into Ekko's mask. He took no time to snatch the orb away from her, inspecting it before passing it to his college behind him for safe keeping. A small envelop being pulled from his breast pocket and dropped into y/ns hand with little care.

Caitlyn's rage built inside her, leaping from her feet to attempt to grab the boy before he had the chance to escape. But she was too slow. Cursing them out as they faded away.

"Don't think i don't know what that was. I could see it a mile away glowing in your pocket." Y/n laughed, inspecting the piece of paper and tucking it neatly away in a back pocket.

"That was priceless! Do you know what you've done? Do you know what they could do with that?" Cait's voice more urgent than y/n had seen yet. Arms flailing about to further exaggerate her point.

"Yes, more than anyone-"

"And you gave it away for a piece of paper?"

"I need this! Don't worry, buttercup. We will get your little stone back. Trust me, this isn't good for me either" Y/n shrugged, beginning to walk towards a ladder that would lead them towards the ground.

Caitlyn mindlessly followed her. "Then why did you give it away so easily?"

"That's my business, okay? Stop worrying, we will get it back. Their defenses aren't exactly advanced right now." Y/n grabbed the top of the ladder and began her decent, voice following her down. Caitlyn's brows furrowed, muscles tensed with agitation. Now she didn't have a choice but to follow this woman through the dangers of the lanes. Screw her mission, that stone was far more important.

"This is ridiculous"

[mysticalibra1994]

My thoughts on the upcoming Sonic movie...

So, this is coming from my personal life so it will come off as a bias.

When I lost my mom from a gran mal during my middle school years, I felt lost. Somehow, I discovered the series "Sonic X" and that was when I came across a character named Shadow the Hedgehog. As I read and got to know more about his past, I've grown attached; he became my first comfort character...

Ever since I began writing fanfictions that relate to Shadow in my composition notebooks; of course, I have gotten in trouble during class... The fanfiction would contain the origins of my fanmade (or OC) character who came across Shadow when he crash-landed nearby her family's home, took him in, tended to his wounds (even though his injuries healed on their own), and their friendship became a bit rocky at the start. But, eventually, their relationship increased naturally.

Their relationship did take a slight/brief pause when Shadow nearly got hit by some kind of weapon, but my OC took the hit instead. As her injuries healed in the hospital, Shadow never left her side; especially when she transformed into a Mobian Cat. As she recovered, she made her choice to live with Shadow on the same planet/universe(?) where Sonic and his friends are from.

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Now, that was from before...

Ever since I saw the Sonic the Hedgehog movies (both 1 and 2), the moment they mentioned "Project Shadow", my ADHD told my hands to "start stimming"!

Then, I decided to make various headcanons, and a select few were related to Dr. Robotnik, Shadow, and Maria... V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V

On a crisp, cool morning in Green Hills, MT. Rosaline Forrest gets ready to do her morning outings (that she does every day); where she would walk into town for her usual breakfast (which she would order iced tea or hot chocolate, depending on the weather) that consists of hearty keto meals. Then, she would walk into the woods to enjoy being alive... That is until she accidentally got in the middle of a battle with Dr. Robotnik and Sonic (in Super mode), which knocked her unconscious.

As the smoke clears the G.U.N. started doing a sweep, Agent Stone (in disguise) came across Rosaline and informs the others. While she went in and out for a while, she hears a faint voice... She slowly gains consciousness and starts hearing more voices, but not from before. She meets Agent Stone as he sneaks Dr. Robotnik into her room (I assumed that Stone tended to Dr. Robotnik's wounds after they faked his death). Suddenly, Dr. Robotnik felt off... Like he knew her. But, he actually knew "her". After recovering, Rosaline has been given a task; to retrieve the living essence of Project Shadow. Just like before, Shadow grows attached to her. Well, not her, but "her".

Their meeting with the Wachowski's was... a little rocky. It started off smoothly until Sonic mentioned their family name. Shadow suddenly attacks Tom, crying "YOU TOOK HER AWAY!!!" Suddenly, a gun goes off...

It belongs to Tom's dad, Charles Wachowski. Due to how long it's been since he's retired, I would believe that he's about as old-fashioned as "that one relative in our family that claims to be open-minded... until they drink". So, when the group (excluding Shadow for... personal reasons) explains to him what's been going on...

"So, you're telling me that the girl I shot is still around, and is in that girl over there; the one whose hair matches your wife's skin? Ha! I'm sorry, but that's just as impossible as changing genders!"

Meanwhile, Dr. Robotnik is growing irritated about why "she" wouldn't remember him. Despite being loyal to him, Agent Stone would be at his limit and accidentally snap. "Because your cousin's gone! I-I'm sorry, sir. But, with all due respect, living in the past is not healthy." Then, he would notice a shift in the atmosphere... "Alright, let's say that Maria's spirit is around and in that girl (which does explain the flatline). We can't force her to remember the incident that happened 50 years ago." "But," the doctor said, "what if we can! Stone! If my memory is correct, as is, then my late grandfather has some hidden documents that are STILL in the computers of the Space Colony ARK! Momma didn't raise a single-digit IQ and Poppa raised milk and never came back!" "I- Of course, they didn't, Doctor."

Back to the Wachowski residence... Sonic meets Shadow up on the roof, looking up at the stars.

"So, uh... Do you think they'll like the chili dogs?" "Blue Hedgehog, I have more important issues to deal with. "You mean 'Mari'-" "Keep her name out of your mouth, Hedgehog! You have no idea what it's like to lose someone who's close to you." "Her name was Longclaw. I didn't really know my real parents, but she took me in as her own. I passed the hoglet stage when she gave up her life to protect me and the Rings from the Echidnas." "'Echidnas'? You mean like that red one? You two were enemies, yet you're no longer." "Welcome to Earth." "I don't get it." "You've never seen 'Independence Day' starring Will Smith?! What year are you from?" "1974. The location is the Space Colony ARK. I was created by Prof. Robotnik in order to find the cure for Maria's condition. I grew a sibling-like attachment to her. We would talk about everything, mostly about the Earth and when we would visit. But, the GUN wanted to stop the Project. They didn't even explain why. Maria and I saw their weapons and we headed for the escape pods. Suddenly, I felt a push and I- I heard a gun going off. Before I could understand what was going on, I was in the pod and Maria... S-she took th-"

Before Shadow could finish, Sonic stopped him with an embrace; saying that he doesn't have to say anymore...

Meanwhile, at the Space Colony ARK, Agent Stone was growing concerned about Dr. Robotnik's mental health. He understands that Maria was his only family, but at some point, the doctor will have to let her go... Suddenly, something happened. By the time Dr. Robotnik played a video diary of his late grandfather, the timer of the Bio-Lizard goes off.

I-I don't understand! I thought Project Shadow was to protect her and humanity! Why would he-? Dr. Robotnik is... stunned. Too stunned to speak. In his mind, he's rekilling his only family.

"Doctor? What do we do? D-Doctor? Doctor! Ivo!! We have to leave, now!" "B-but, Maria..." "Don't worry, we'll save her. Come on!"

Nobody outside of the Robotnik Family has ever used his first name before. But, if it wasn't for Agent Stone's quick thinking, they would be too late...

As soon as they arrived at the Wachowski residence, they warned the others (of course, Tom's father mentions something homophobic when he saw Agent Stone comforting Dr. Robotnik "like a husband comforts his wife during a panic attack").

"Dad, it's the 21st century! We can marry who we love as long as it's consensual! Plus, I'm not surprised that you find that surprising and not the fact that the world is about to be destroyed!" "Well, of course, it's gonna be destroyed! These two Skittles are in love!" "Dad!"

While the two beings fuss at each other, Tails, Agent Stone, and Dr. Robotnik are working together to find a solution to save the world.

"That may be plausible, but in order to harness that kind of power... It's impossible." "We could use the Chaos Emeralds, but we need the Master Emerald."

When Knuckles hears about this, he hesitates at first; not wanting to give the Master Emerald to anyone who's as evil as Dr. Robotnik. But, when discussing this with Sonic and Shadow. Sonic is all for it, but Shadow...

"Let the world burn. It wasn't there for Maria, why should I help?"

Shadow was about to leave, when Rosaline stops him as she tries to convince him...

"Shadow, please listen to me. What do you think my promise was?" "Y-you..." "Yes, I knew. I've always known. The reason why I never said anything was that I was adjusting to this new timeline. Shadow, yes, I was angry about what happened to me all of those years ago. But, when my soul was wandering throughout the years, I noticed something. Something amazing about this planet and the people who lived on it... Yes, there are bad people out there. But, there are good people out there, too. Like my cousin and his partner, the Wachowskis, and the nice people in this quaint and unique town of Green Hills. My promise to you was, is, and always will be this... For all of the people who live on Earth, give them a chance to be happy. Let them live their dreams."

Everyone around them gave them a moment when Agent Stone notice Shadow's eyes begin welling up with tears. Rosaline gently pulls him in for an embrace of a lifetime.

"Shadow, I know you can do it. That's the reason why you were brought into this world."

After wiping his eyes, Shadow accepts the offer and thanks her for those kind words. Tom and Maddie offer to watch over Rosaline as the others (except Tom's dad... for obvious reasons) work together as they make it to the ARK.

At the ARK, Knuckles allow Sonic and Shadow to harness the power of the Chaos Emeralds to become Super Sonic and Super Shadow. As the two Super hedgehogs try to use the power of the Chaos Emeralds to Chaos Control the Bioweapon, the one and only thing that him Shadow going is Maria. He notices that Sonic is slowly getting a bit winded, so he takes over, removes his Inhibitor Rings, and delivers the final "CHAOS... CONTROL!!!!!"

He did it... The world is saved! Sonic turns to thank Shadow, but he notices that the energy from the fight has been depleted from Shadow and his light-golden quills turn black. As Shadow falls, he notices that Sonic is reaching out for him. The fading black hedgehog bats Sonic's hand away. As he continues falling, Shadow only had one thought before becoming unconscious...

"Maria... this is what you wanted, right? This is the promise I made to you..."

The rest of the group is patiently waiting for their return. Even Dr. Robotnik is hold Agent Stone's hand; he lies and claims it's for the nerves. Sonic is back! They all congratulate him, even Dr. Robotnik and Agent Stone. Of course, the doctor wonders where Shadow is. Sonic answers with a saddened: "He gave his life for all of us."

The group is shocked with melancholy. Agent Stone and Dr. Robotnik talk about this as they looked out the bay window.

"This place... I remember seeing her looking out through this window with him. I would visit as often as I could." "Doctor, I-" "It's alright, you can call me 'Ivo'." "I- Ivo, I'm sorry for what I said related to Maria. I was just worried about you and your mental state. Ever since you ended up on the mushroom planet, I felt... lost without you. I-I know that you said that you wouldn't miss me when I'm gone, but I-" "Hush, Stone. I know."

After they say their final words, they make their way back to Earth. Dr. Robotnik sends Rosaline his condolences as Sonic hands her one of Shadow's Inhibitor Rings.

"Rosaline... Maria..." Agent Stone grievingly said, "If it counts, he fought bravely along with Sonic."

Before Rosaline could say anything, the group collectively felt a chill down their spines when they hear the spirit of Maria saying this before she parted ways...

"Thank you all for saving this planet..."

Then, Rosaline loses consciousness, but Dr. Robotnik catches her before she makes an impact. She awakes in the hospital. This time, she's surrounded by the Wachowskis, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Dr. Robotnik, and Agent Stone. When asked how she's still alive, Agent Stone answered by saying that when the flatline happened, he grabbed a "soul jar" to contain Rosaline's soul when Maria's soul slipped in. Rosaline thanks him as she makes a full recovery.

After being released from the hospital, Rosaline chose to stay with the Wachowskis... as they prepare a wedding for Dr. Robotnik and Agent Stone. It wasn't certain which one proposed to who; Agent Stone went down on one knee, and Dr. Robotnik claimed that he thought about it first. During the "big damn kiss", Rosaline caught a glimpse of Maria's smiling spirit.

After the wedding, Rosaline watches a movie with Jojo. Then all of a sudden, they heard a medium-sized boom-like thud. When they went outside (to the backyard) to check, they came across a medium-sized hole in the yard. After investigating the crash, Rosaline tells Jojo to get the First-Aid kit as she carefully pulls out a familiar-looking black hedgehog out of the small crater.

While Rosaline tends to his wounds (again, it was unnecessary due to his wound slowly regenerating, but she didn't know), Shadow slowly comes to. Before the movie ends, it wasn't certain whether he remembers her or remembers "her". All that we know for certain is that he smiled the moment their eyes met.

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Well, what do you guys think?

I'd like to believe that Rosaline would help Shadow with his memories as best as she can (with a little help from Maria's spirit that visits when needed).

As for the "after credits scene", I'd like to believe that a familiar-looking futuristic hedgehog jumps out of the portal, notices Sonic and goes... "I finally found him, the Iblis Trigger."

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Pro!Bakugo | Villain!Reader | F!Reader | Also published on Wattpad under SDS_LoveYa | One-Shot

Synopsis: (Y/n) and Pro Hero Dynamight have an intense rivaly, but when she loses her memories and he’s the only person she remembers will their relationship change?

Word Count: 8k

🧡Bakugo🧡

Being a villain was never easy. Especially with your overprotective co-workers. You’d been a member of the League of Villain’s ever since you heard about them through the kidnapping of a UA student. Though none of them knew your motivations, and although your past was murky, they couldn’t deny you had one hell of a quirk.

That’s why after you turned 18 Shigaraki and Kurogiri decided you’d best fit to take over in the unlikely event of their demise. Shadowed and hidden, your face became a beacon of darkness to the world of underground criminals. Whilst to the newly appointed and fast rising Pro-Hero’s, you were a threat they would prefer to deal with sooner rather than later.

Your quirk was highly dangerous and incredibly rare, your name being flagged up from your birth. Your quirks name? ‘Pause’. What makes this quirk dangerous in particular, is the matter in which you use it. Pause allows you to, well, pause everything and anything. From gigantic things like the universe or planets, to the tiniest things like people and atoms. Of course like with most quirks, yours has drawbacks. The bigger the thing you pause the more drained you become. During one of your first League missions when the group was unaware of your drawbacks, they had you attempt to pause multiple police stations at once, which resulted in your collapse, Shigaraki and Dabi becoming overbearingly protective, and a week of bed rest.

No one had more run ins with you than Pro-Hero Dynamight. Seemingly every time you attempted something, the up and coming Pro was never far behind.

Before long the public of Japan became very aware of your building rivalry, the extent of the back and forth even reaching international recognition. Neither you, nor Bakugo seemed to care. It helped fuel his rise to the number 2 spot, and spread the word about you and your organisation’s beliefs.

You hated to admit it, but you grew fond of the hotheaded blonde. The way his fiery eyes would gleam like the smirk across his lips when you settled into a battle stance. Not quite figured out how to counteract your quirk, Katsuki’s only option was to try and capture you before you could use it. He had watched you intently to learn the little signs in your body language to gauge on average when you activated the power. Yet, despite his thought-out surprise attacks, the hero could never quite get the jump on you.

Failing to contain you every time, but successfully ruining 8/10 ploys you were actively in the field for.

You’d build up an enemies relationship through many hardships. The worst of most being when his best friend and co-worker Red Riot was injured in the capture of your best friend and co-worker Dabi. The pair of you met that night on the rooftop of your very first encounter, duking it out til the sun rose and you scattered, continuing your life of crime in the shadows as he lived his in the spotlight. Bloodied and bruised, the wreckage catching attention of news channels and helicopters fussing about by dawn.

Dynamight had publicly stated on many occasions how: “Timeslip is nothing more than a pest I will exterminate. The same goes to anyone who follows her life of Hero defiance and unjust endangerment of the public.” You scoffed when you saw the subtitled news report. There’s not a clear photo of my face yet you think you’re winning, Dynamight? All the public had was hastily draw sketches of your likeness, the constant black surrounding you hid your identity and features from view when operating a mission.

Save for a few Pro-Hero’s, no one had actually seen you without your mask.

Which is why Bakugo knew something was wrong when he got a call from one of his hero’s interns at his quickly advancing agency.

“M-Mr Dynamight..?” The hesitant voice speaking into his ear was nothing knew. Not exactly known for being warm and fuzzy, most were at least nervous when tasked with speaking with him. Responding with a grunt, he heard the boy on the other end gulp. “There’s a situation.” Halting his hands shuffling the paperwork scattered across his home desk, moving to take the phone from between his shoulder and cheek as the intern continued. “Firecracker and Tearst are in battle with a member of the League of Villains.” Gaining more confidence, the boy on the other end’s voice turned firm, even through a screen he could feel the intimidating aura of the Pro Hero.

Rising to his feet, Katsuki’s fingertips rested on the wood of the desk, the back of his knees shoving his desk chair away from his muscular form. “Which, member?” Gruff voice low and deadly, sent a chill through the intern’s spine.

The boy cleared his throat as Bakugo grew impatient. “I-I believe her name is Timeslip?” There was silence on the other end, the near puddle of an intern hesitantly moving the phone from his ear, seeing Dynamight had hung up on him.

When her name passed his lips, the frustrated boss rushed to change into his costume, hurrying downtown. This was supposed to be his day off, and you were ruining it. He was no idiot, Bakugo knew it was on purpose. And he was thoroughly pissed…

Arriving on scene, there were flashes of lights and loud bangs consistently coming from the previously abandoned building. Without thinking,Dynamight raced inside, using little explosions to propel his body up the flights of stairs, to his estimate of the fights location. Which was, of course, correct.

His fiery red glare bounced from your form, tired and panting with your attire ripped and blood dripping from your (s/c) skin in multiple places, to the three low level Pro’s he’d hired for his agency, equally as worn out but not as injured. The male noticed your jaw tighten and fists clenched as his Pro, Stalactite, moved to launch another attack. She can’t possibly think she can block that. In your current state, dodging the incoming blow would be near impossible, especially with the limited room from the debris resulting from previous strategies. “C’mon, Timeslip! Give up already! There’s no way you’re winning this!” Neither side had noticed Dynamight yet, giving Bakugo the perfect opportunity to finally take you out.

Instead, however, you crossed your arms in front of your head, bracing for the impact. It never came, cautiously peering one eye open, your eyes widened to see Katsuki holding the guy’s wrist, grip crushing as the Hero whimpered from his hold.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” His tone was deadly, even with his back to you, the intensity of his presence had his murderous glare flashing in your mind.

“M-Mr Dynamight! Sir we-we were apprehending the villain..” Cowering from the intimidation of his boss, the male hero gestured to you with a shaky hand.

Bakugo didn’t even bother to glance over his shoulder at you, throwing the guy back with a little more force than intended. “We are heroes! We are pro’s! Timeslip was to be captured, not killed!” The three Pro’s that were previously headstrong against you now lowered their heads in shame, and you were frozen in confusion. “Go! Get out of my sight you damn extras!” Jumping at the loud yells of the Pro, the heroes beneath him bolted, rushing out as fast as they could.

He turned to look at you but before he could take a step your mind clicked back into gear.

“This has been fun!” Hissing at a pain in your ribs, you, much like Katsuki’s heroes, sprinted out, trying to stay hidden and taking back alleys.

You were certain he hadn’t followed you, but much to your luck in the haste of checking for an angry blonde chasing you, you failed to spot the figure in front of you. Falling on your ass with a surprised gasp, a dark chuckle resounded in the emptiness of the street. Before you grasped what was happening, you felt something sharp enter your neck, your hand flying to the spot where the needle broke your skin.

Without even getting a good look at the guy, he was gone.

Groaning, you rose to your feet, legs wobbling and unsteady. You reached a hand out to sturdy yourself against the dingy brick wall of the nearest building, failing to make contact your body dropped to the concrete ground, vision hazy as you desperately called for help.

Until you were lying unconscious and injured.

When you finally awoke again your eyes refused to adjust to the blinding light above you. Confused and scared you went to block the brightness with your hand, only to hear a metal clang and feel something around your wrist stopping you.

Completely in shock, your brain took a minute to register you were handcuffed too.. a hospital bed?

“Oh good. You’re awake.” A man walked into the room, dressed in scrubs with an unpleasant expression. “Normally we don’t treat villains in this hospital. Don’t see why you’re so special.” He mumbled under his breath, checking your IV and the monitor you were hooked up to. Villain? What? Where am I? A sudden realisation hit you, hyperventilating as you desperately tried to recall your name.

The nurse noticed your panic, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. “Who am I!?” Shouting through ragged breaths, you tugged futility against the handcuffs, your eyes wide with a look of genuine fear. “W-where am I?” Tears welled up in your (e/c) eyes, hair dishevelled and legs flailing in an unsuccessful attempt to rid yourself of the chains holding you down. “Let me go! Let me go!” Staring at you with their mouth agape, the nurse hurriedly stumbled our of the room, a bunch of people in Doctors coats barging in a few second later.

As well as a frowning blonde.

“Calm down, please!” One Doctor held your shoulders down, two others holding each of your legs to the springy mattress whilst the smartly dressed man eyed them with his jaw clenched, bright vermillion eyes squinting in anger. “We’ll need to sedate you if you don’t calm down.” Freezing on the spot, your (e/c) eyes widened, tears still slipping as you looked at the head Doctor, hands still harshly pushing on your shoulders.

Closing your mouth, you nodded quickly. “I don’t know what’s going on…” Due to all your shouting, the sentence came out hoarse and quiet, weaker than you would’ve liked.

Hesitant, the doctors backed off, the out of place male stalking forward. “What’s your name?” Leaning down to stare at you with an unreadable expression, the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled passed his elbows, forearms flexing as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you opened your mouth to speak, brows furrowing. “…I.. don’t know…” The man’s frown deepened, blazing blood red eyes scrutinising your face, searching for any hint of a lie.

“Well? Dynamight.. Sir? Can you tell if she’s lying?” Even after one of the Doctors spoke, your eyes were held in an intense gaze with the tanned male.

He stood back up straight, the few buttons he left undone showing a peek of his defined collarbone, grunting as his eyes turned to the window. “It doesn’t seem like she is. But it’s hard to tell with a villain.” The last word was spat through clenched teeth.

“W-wait! Dynamight?” Previously, a doctor addressed the man as that, the name causing a faint headache to engulf your brain, sounding vaguely on the edge of familiarity. All eyes were now on you, unsettling atmosphere engulfing you in an awkward silence. “This is gonna sound stupid but is your name… K-Kasuti?” Unsure of your own train of thought, the name was dragged out on your tongue, trying to make sense of the letters and sounds in your head.

Dynamight’s scoff was what brought you out of the storm raging in your brain. “Katsuki.” Something clicked almost instantly.

“Bakugo!” Taken aback, his brows furrowed even further, mouth parted slightly and eyes widening the tiniest bit. You grinned widely, remembering something you had no idea you’d even forgotten in the first place.

“Mr. Bakugo? It is possible she has amnesia. We don’t know what she was injected with, for all we’re aware this could be the result of someone’s quirk.” Speaking cautiously toward the hero, Bakugo’s eyes were still on you, his features returned to the resentful position they seemed to sit so comfortably in. “Let’s continue this discussion outside, shall we?” The doctor moved to lead the male out, but the blonde jerked his shoulder away from the touch, muttering before stomping away on his own.

You were left alone in your hospital room, the doctors and nurses going back to their jobs as soon as he left.

Katsuki paced the waiting room, conflicting thoughts and emotions overwhelming him. “Sir I’m aware she’s a villain, b-but things like this have happened before.” Chief medical officer Dr Joon Hwang spoke to the temperamental pro with a slight shake in his voice.

“She’s a villain. She’s good at lying.” Bakugo tried to convince the Doctor, but if he was being honest he didn’t know what to believe himself. You were always more of a proud, stubborn villain, and less of a manipulative, dishonest one. He wasn’t sure if you’d ever even actually lied to him. If so, you were extremely good at it, and appeared to lack a tell.

Sighing in frustration, he took a hand through his messy locks, the material of his shirt taught against his muscles. “What do you suggest we do, Sir? We’ve kept a close eye on her vitals and we are able to release her…” Doctor Hwang paused, anxious less than downplaying how nervous he was about the next thing he had to say. “But we can’t do that, without someone to take her. If she truly does have no memory, she’s a danger to herself and vulnerable.” Fidgeting with his hands, the Doctor seemed to gain more confidence as he spoke. However the up and coming hero on the receiving end pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking very carefully about his next move.

“Excuse me, Doctor Hwang?” An intern made their way to the Joon, getting the attention of her superior and Dynamight. “The Police are wondering what’s happening with Timeslip. They said they can take her away now if she’s stable?” Katsuki’s head snapped toward the officers chatting by a vending machine, growling under his breath.

“It’s up to Mr. Bakugo, he has superiority here.”

Gritting his teeth, the Pro Hero let out a long exhale. I already know I’m gonna fucking regret this. “I’ll take her.” Doctor Hwang grinned, eyes thankful. “There’s no way she’ll last in jail with this, supposed ‘amnesia’.” The tanned male tried to explain his reasoning. “Besides, I’m better than those damn extra’s anyway.” He tore his stare from the police officers to stare at the floor where his shoes were scuffing, shoving his hands back in his pockets, chin stuck out in a pout. He tried to make it seem like the only reason he was doing this was to keep a close eye on you, but deep down he knew otherwise.

“Great, I’ll get started on the paperwork.”

“Oh Sir, shouldn’t someone answer any questions the girl has?” Bakugo and Joon exchanged looks before the blonde dragged his feet along the floor, grumbling as he walked into your room.

He was prepared to tell you everything, except one crucial detail.

By the time the personal driver pulled up to Katsuki Bakugo’s house, you were even more confused than before. The house was elegant, two stories and secluded, forestry hiding the building that faced out onto a beautiful lake cliffside. It was a modern design, large windows allowing plenty of light in. The house looked very sturdy, though not in a traditional Japanese style, the wooden material used to make it showed hints of the Pro Hero’s nod to his roots.

“Wow…” You were admiring the view so intently you failed to pick up on Bakugo coming out to greet you— in his own way.

He cleared his throat, a startled gasp leaving your lips as you spun around, almost tripping over your own feet. “‘Mon. Don’t got all day.” Though not exactly looking forward to living with his apparent amnesiac enemy, the blonde wasn’t totally heartless, having one of his interns buy you some clothes so you weren’t stuck in either a hospital gown on the rags of your villain costume you were brought in wearing.

Katsuki beat you to your suitcase, lifting it with ease. He was dressed in more casual clothing, compared to the professional attire he wore to the hospital. A loose dark orange hoodie coupled with light grey jogging bottoms concealed most of his built form, aside for the split second his hoodie rode up when shutting the boot of the car, giving your wandering eyes a peek at his defined v-line and abs. Looking away quickly so he couldn’t see the blush dusting your cheeks, you went to speak as you followed him inside. “Thank you for letting me stay here.” He waved you off with a shrug, kicking his shoes off at the door, you copying and trying to slide on the smooth grey painted wooden floors in just your white socks.

The house was even better on the inside. Light poured into every crevice of the home, pristine white and grey furniture accentuating the spotless open living room. There was a short hallway just as you entered, with only a single door to your left. The hallway’s end opened out into a joint living room and kitchen. The floor was raised at the far left corner, a glass dining table set with four chairs and an empty vase filling the space. To your immediate left there was a kitchen, white tile walls to go with the white marble countertops, a sleek black fridge whirring beside the hall entrance. The counters were a dark grey to match the cupboards, an electric stove and oven pressed against the wall, a window above with a perfect view of the trees. The counters connected to the oven, which conjoined to the island, cool metal stools with cushioned white seats facing the fridge and the sink, with a dishwasher installed underneath. The ceilings were high, large tinted windows completely lining the wall opposite the hallway, straight facing as you enter. There way a spiral staircase to your immediate right, opposite the kitchen with a sleek black railing. The living room was also to the right, a real wood burning fireplace in the centre with a sleek black frame that had pictures and little ornaments placed on it with care. There was a television mounted to the wall, slanted down toward the large cushioned leather couch that looked to sit at lest six, little handles in either side to recline it. A fluffy black rug opposed the white sofa, a glass coffee table with a remote and Dynamight coasters decorating it, a smile finding it’s way to your face. As you wandered farther into the spectacular home you realised that one of the windows was a door, stairs leading down into a spacious backyard complete with a large pool that even had a built in fire-pit. Your eyes sparkled when they saw the jacuzzi, all fitting perfectly into dark grey decking.

“This is incredible! Bakugo your home is beautiful!” The male didn’t respond, just watching you breathlessly take in every inch of his home. He hadn’t even shown you all of it but it failed to occur to him that the life of a villain wasn’t filled with much luxury.

The Pro Hero beckoned you as he carried your suitcase up the staircase, you scrambling to trail behind his as your bright (e/c) eyes tried to drink in every beautiful part of the house.

The upstairs kept much of the same colour scheme, except rather than the medium grey toned wood, the flooring was carpeted, but essentially still the same colour. There was a large upstairs, most likely the same size as the downstairs but sectioned off into rooms, a quaint balcony overlooking the pool, high enough that you could see between most of the treetops. Another glass table was sitting there, round with two chairs.

“Your room.” Bakugo’s gruff voice brought you back to reality, holding open the door he’d already moved your suitcase inside. The room was the first one after you came up the staircase, light grey door seemingly made of wood. It was actually decently sized. You had a divan double bed against the back wall already made with a dark grey quilt and pillows. On the right side there was a night stand, with a reading lamp and digital clock. On the left side there was another door, the en suite. The flooring was the same as downstairs, with a soft light grey rug at the bottom of the bed. Behind the door was a wardrobe and dressed, both black metal with light grey accents. Across from them there was a desk and a bookshelf, stacked full of paper and hardback’s. There was a large window from beside the desk to the end of the wall, blackout blinds half rolled down. The white walls looked barren, and the room looked quite plain, but it was only a guest room.

He had laid your suitcase down at the foot of your bed, leaning against the doorframe with his ever present frown.

“This is amazing. Thanks Bakugo!” You smiled gleefully, hopping over to the grumpy blonde who looked at you with annoyance.

He stepped further out into the hall, and you peeked your head out to watch him. “Bathroom—” he pointed to the room beside yours. “‘Nother bedroom.” He clicked his tongue, gesturing to the room beside the bathroom. “My room. You do not go in my room for any reason.” He moved to stand in front of the door diagonal the other guest bedroom, voice stern. You nodded in compliance, not wishing to break any of his rules that might leave you out on your ass. Or worse.

Thinking back to the little hall and that single door, you parted your lips to ask the Pro what was in there but he’d already disappeared into his room. You closed your mouth and quietly moved to unpack your suitcase.

Still in disbelief that he’d went through the trouble of buying you clothes, you hummed as you folded and hung up the contents of the suitcase. In that moment you were wearing black skinny jeans and a dark orange cropped shirt with a baggy black zipper.

After finishing that you picked out a book called ‘The Subway’ and snuggled up with the luxurious silk pillows and let your body mould into the soft plush mattress. Sighing in content you discarded your zipper and got to reading.

Hours must’ve passed because by the time you hear a loud knock at your door it was dark out. Standing up you opened the door to see Katsuki, still in his hoodie and joggers. “Want food?” He huffed out, eyes trained behind your figure.

Getting so lost in your book had you forgetting how hungry you were. “Sure!” Bakugo didn’t say another word, turning and stomping down the stairs.

The blonde hero still wasn’t entirely sure that you actually did have amnesia, convinced you were trying to pull one over on him. He hadn’t quite figured out your motive, I mean, you were a villain. There were many reasons you could infiltrate his home. Get the inside scoop on one of mission? Figure out what he knows about you and the league? Plan to take him out while he sleeps? Many possibilities ranging from escape to mass murder ran through Bakugo’s head, the poor boy frowning so hard it’d give him wrinkles. You were sitting on one of the stools at the island, eyes watching the flickering fire emit a glow that overpowered the dim lighting. Turning back to the Pro, he was dishing out what looked to be Chicken Katsu Curry, and it smelled delicious.

Wordlessly sliding the bowl over to you with chopsticks, he moved to sit on the couch, unsure of what to do however you stayed where you were. The blonde placed his bowl down, grabbing the remote and giving you a side glance with a raised eyebrow. “Tch. Why you sittin’ over there, dumbass?” In spite of the name calling you hesitantly moved to sit on the couch, leaving enough room between the temperamental hero and you to fit another person.

Bakugo flipped through the channels, trying his best to ignore your fidgeting. But then again he is the hothead Pro Dynamight… “What’s your fucking issue, damn extra!?” Snapping at you with a burning fury you weren’t expecting caused you to jump back, eyes widened and lips parted. “Sit still.” He turned the volume down on his voice, but even his muttering had a harsh tone.

When he turned his attention back to the TV you tried a bit of the food, holding back a groan of delight as your tastebuds exploded with the mouthwatering flavour. Though you think Katsuki may still have caught your expression of utter delight by the way the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. The blonde eventually settled on a movie. It was halfway through when he clicked it on, but the fact it was a horror meant you were able to catch up on it pretty easily.

Focusing more on the food than anything, you quickly finished and settled further into the cushioned back with a content feeling of fullness. The film was still going but you found yourself unable to get into it. Whether that was because the plot was a string of nonsense and gore or because sitting beside a near enough stranger was still pretty awkward. Either way you were finding your mind wandering to hazy memories of blurry faces and distorted voices. Before you could stop yourself you were free falling in the familiar unknown.

“Hey!” Bakugo’s hand was on your shoulder, a jolt shooting through you as his voice extended a rope. “Fuck sake, what’s the matter with you?” Concern was evident even though he spat what would often be perceived as a rude sentence through angry tones. His eyes squinted, a shadowed scowl crossing his sharp features.

You were panting, breath erratic as you tried to process his words, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his skin against your shoulder. “S-sorry. I’m just confused.” His expression softened with the slightest hint of sympathy. The warm glow of the fire painted his skin with sunset hues, making him appear less intimidating and maybe a bit… pretty?

“I answered all your questions. What else do you want to know?” Taking his hand back to his side, he sat manspread on the couch, you cross legged beside him.

Thinking back to what he told you at the hospital, it didn’t quite add up, and he seemed less than approachable with certain prying questions. “Can you just, tell me everything. Everything you know about me again? Please?” You shuffled to face him, Bakugo barely turning his head enough to glance at you from the side of his eye.

He sighed deeply, but started to talk anyway. “Your name is (Y/n) (L/n), you are 22 years old. You and I had met already on multiple occasions. You were injured and running away from a fight, I chased after you and when I found you…” He glanced at you before quickly turning his gaze to the ground, arms folded across his chest. “You were lying unconscious in a back alley.” A gut feeling told you he was leaving something out. Something important. Sensing your doubt, he bit the inside of his cheek. “I didn’t want to tell you this in case you did a runner, but now you’re here and can’t get passed my security systems I might as well.” Dread filled you with the way he worded the last sentence. What could possibly make me want to run from him? “You’re the head of a dangerous organisation. The League of Villains. Your alias was Timeslip and your quirk was highly dangerous.” Far too stunned to coherently respond to the bomb he just dropped, you kept your lips sealed, mind reeling after the unexpected reveal. “That’s why I don’t trust you. For all I know you could remember everything and are just acting out some shitty plan.”

Bits and pieces of what had happened began to make sense. When he mentioned the previous encounters you figured he’d saved you a couple times, but turns out he was fighting against you. The battle where you were injured and ran off from? You must’ve been fighting him. Which also explains why and how he followed you, finding you down in a random back alley. “W-wait… I’m the head of the League of Villains? What even is that!?” Having little to know memory of yourself or anyone else proved to be taking it’s toll on your mental capacity.

Noticing this the blonde shifted slightly to rest his elbows on his thighs, pointed chin in the palm of his hand. “I’ll explain more tomorrow. For now just go take a shower or somethin’ and rest.” Disappointed, you slowly made your way upstairs to do as suggested, knowing you wouldn’t be able to find sleep with a restless mind and forgotten past looming over you.

Heating up the water in the shower, you stripped and stepped in, closing the glass door as steam built up. The pressure was perfect, and you felt your muscles relax, your slowly recovering body gasping out in pleasure, the warm water cascading down your (s/c) skin. You moved to grab the soap, only seeing a mens body-wash, likely being that Katsuki only stocked up on his own amenities. Nonetheless you lathered up with the caramel scented liquid. As with the soap, Bakugo only had mens shampoo and conditioner, which would have to do until you could get some of your own. Mango wasn’t your favourite scent, you were more a fan of strawberry, but threading the bubbles through your wet strands of hair, nostrils invaded with the sweet smell, an unusual calm washed over you.

After finishing up you turned off the water and stepped out, reaching for the black towel hung up on the radiator and wrapping it around your figure.

Looking at yourself in the mirror was surreal. A total stranger staring back at you. You had no idea why you had that one little mark on your skin, or why that one bit of hair didn’t like to behave. You felt unwelcome in your own skin, chewing on your lip as you brushed out the tugs of your (h/c) hair.

After giving your face a quick wash and brushing your teeth you headed out, digging in your drawer and pulling out black pyjama shorts and a red hoodie. You tied up your wet hair, and sunk into the bed, the soft quilt feeling like heaven against your freshly cleaned legs. Lying there for hours, eyes glued to the ceiling, as you suspected, sleep was constantly just out of reach.

Frustrated, you tore the quilt from your body, bare feet padding against the floor, silenced by the rug then padding again as you silently tried to slip out of your room. To your recollection Bakugo hadn’t even come upstairs, the angry blonde boy not seeming like the kind to hush just for the benefit of you. You thought maybe some fresh air would help, so you walked on your tip-toes passed Katsuki’s room—just in case—and out onto the balcony. Content washed over you, breeze filtering through the leaves, crisp air sucked into your lungs refreshing you from within. Contently sighing you sat down in one the chairs, pulling your knees to your chest and using them as a chin rest.

This is so peaceful. I don’t remember ever feeling like this before. Despite all the confusion in my mind I don’t feel like my life was good before this. Maybe whatever caused my amnesia was the best thing to happen to me? No. I can’t convince myself of that. Not knowing is driving me insane. Sure Bakugo gave me the summary, but it isn’t helping the void, the blackhole of forgotten backstory plaguing my every waking moment. God, I was a villain? Why? Bakugo seems sincere, why’d I want to be his enemy? Why would I want to hurt people? Nothing makes sense, it’s all too much…

You hadn’t even felt the tears begin to fall until they mingled with the bitter cold of the night, nipping at your cheeks which were rosy from the air.

One moment alone was all it took for you to fall apart, breaking down in silent sobs, hugging yourself in the perfect scenery of a place you didn’t belong. Burying your head in your legs, biting your lips in a futile attempt to keep your cries to yourself. It was stupid, nobody was around, nobody would be able to hear you. Revelling in that fact you wept, loudly. Screaming in frustration, confusion and desperation. Your hands made their way to your hair, tugging roughly to try and relieve some of your emotions.

“Hey!” The loudest gasp got chocked on your sobs. Jumping to your feet and back smacked against the railing. Bakugo was glaring at you with half lidded eyes, an agitated look adorning his face, the moonlight highlighting his poignant jawline. “Fuck sake what is your problem!?” Tears still poured out your glassy eyes, flinching at the volume of his yell.

Face downturned to the ground, you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” In such a short sentence your voice managed to waver and break multiple times. Genuine surprise took over Katsuki’s face, not expecting that. He was so used to you biting back with a witty response, it completely slipped his mind that you were essentially a different person. Is this what she’s like without all her trauma? The boy didn’t know much about your history, barely learning of your name and little to no record of even that.

But something must’ve made you the way you were, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out. “No you didn’t, I was up anyway.” Much to your shock, Bakugo moved to your side, leaning against the railing, staring out at the woods. “Are you okay?” Asked so quietly you weren’t sure if it was real, but one quick glance at the awkward red-eyed boy told you it definitely was.

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I feel like a visitor in my own mind, a guest in my own body! None-none of this feels right!!” You worked yourself into a frenzy, but before you could pull more hair out of your scalp Bakugo’s large hands enveloped your own. “Wh-what? What’re you…” you couldn’t even finish the sentence, your face pushed into his strong chest as muscular arms wrapped securely around you.

Unexpected to say the least, you were frozen for all of two seconds before you gripped his biceps as if they were the only thing holding you from floating away, muffling your breakdown into his strong physique, clueless to the fact he was shirtless. “You’re so stupid.” You scoffed, a breathy chuckle breaking through your sniffles. “It’s someone’s quirk. I’ve been working to track the guy down. His name is In Memoriam, the affects of his quirk only last 72 hours after being applied. Tomorrow (Y/n), just wait a few more hours…” Falling to your knees the concerned Hero followed you down, crying into your palms at the news.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” You launched your body forward, tears of happiness spilling uncontrollably as your arms latched around his neck. The Pro sat on his heels, hands on your hips to keep you both steady. Katsuki couldn’t explain it, the way his hands fit so comfortably in the grove of your waist, or the way your body pressed against his shirtless top half sent a dizzying flush to his cheeks. Most of all the way your happiness felt bittersweet, knowing he was going to lose this side of you and you’d return to the rivalry you’d held for so long. There was one other side effect of the lowly gangsters quirk, one he kept from you to grant you this moment of happiness.

“It’s my job. I’m gonna be the number one Pro-Hero after all.” You went to move back from the hug, unsuccessfully as Bakugo’s hands moved so his arms kept you pulled against him. Vaguely surprised but not opposed to the hold, you sank further into his frame, feeling safe. Neither of you wished to break the silence, but your feet were numb and your legs were heading the same way. As well as that Katsuki wasn’t sweating, something he felt uncomfortable with due to his quirk relying on that sweat. “We should head inside. It’s freezing out here.” You nodded in agreement, Bakugo being able to smell his bodywash and shampoo wafting off of you, suppressed a groan, rising to his feet and helping you up.

“Hey, Bakugo?” Getting a hum in response, you fiddled with your hands under the intense stare of his red gaze. “Do you think I could—”

“Yes.” Reading your mind, he took your hand and led you into his room.

It wasn’t that different from yours. Bigger, yes, but it had a cosier feel, framed pictures and shelves full of his stuff. He had a black rug, like yours, but his bed was a king size, made up with black bedding and little orange pillows. There was also an electric drum kit, something that surprised you at first but made sense given his temper. Drumming was a healthy way to release his pent up frustrations. You both climbed into the bed, the Pro surprisingly let you take your preferred side. Remembering the way he reacted to your fidgeting at dinner, you guessed it best to not squirm around too much. Again, it seemed as if the boy could read your mind, pulling you in, back against his chest.

“Go to sleep dumbass.” He’s charming in his own special way. A smile settled on your face, finally able to drift to sleep in the strong hold of your personal saviour with the comforting knowledge that your unknown history will soon return, the hazy memories of disembodied voices and nameless faces will become clear and fill in the blanks of a life that you already lived.

Waking up, your eyes fluttered open to see ruby broken by blonde. “Good morning.” The morning rasp in his voice caused pink to paint your cheeks, spiky hair unintentionally messy and way too attractive to be bedhead.

“Morning.” A new memory was present at the forefront of your mind, the fact that at any moment today you could get the answers you needed. “That was the best night sleep I’ve ever had.” Both of you sitting up, you stretched your arms above your head, a small noise of satisfaction slipping at the feeling.

Katsuki chuckled, a sound that filled your body with warmth. “You only remember sleeping in that damn hospital bed.” You smiled, standing up.

“True but it wasn’t the bed that made it enjoyable.” He raised his eyebrows at the bold wink you shot him, smirking as he himself stood. (E/c) eyes widened, his chiselled abs and broad chest glistening with the sunlight streaming through his window. He had many different scars and marks, and you had to resist the urge to trace your fingers along them, to commit every indentation of his body to memory. Not only that, when he leaned over to touch his toes you could see ever muscle in his back and shoulders flex, the guttural groan coming from him causing heat to rise to your face, butterflies swarming your stomach.

Rising back up he caught you checking him out, grinning with a lip bite that would make a succubus blush.

You coughed, turning away to hide the growing embarrassment. “So what’s the plan today, Dynamight?” Calling him by his hero name reminded him of your true identity, the sarcastic tone of your voice anytime you’d find your mission interrupted by the determined Pro. Bakugo couldn’t help feel a little guilty, a voice in the back of his head telling him this wasn’t right, that he was taking advantage of your unfortunate situation. Of course you didn’t perceive it that way. There must’ve been a reason you only remembered him. Him and those addictive scarlet eyes.

“Well um,” shrugging off his concerns, he moved toward his drawers, pulling out a white tank top and tugging it over his head. “Figured I’ve got the day off, was just gonna chill. Haven’t been in the pool since forever.” He smirked, seeing you with your fresh face and leaning against the wall, nosying at his drum kit. “Breakfast?” Beaming brightly, you nodded, fingertips gently grazing his drumstick, the carved wood looking beat.

Sitting on the counter, the house was surprisingly warm for first thing in the morning. Bakugo wouldn’t let you anywhere near the cooking utensils, but you still managed to take a bite every now and then when his back was turned. Apparently you were not as sneaky as you thought, the blonde catching you with a mouthful.

“Dumbass.” Your hand flew to cover your mouth, giggling as you chewed. His teasing nickname was actually appealing to you.

Devouring the delicious meal over shared laughs and terrible TV, the pair of you had a great morning, which was about to get even better.

“Bakugo~” Whining was met with an eye roll. “I don’t have a swimsuit!” The tall Pro chuckled, throwing you a swoon worthy smirk as the water droplets on his chest evaporated due to his sheer body heat. “It’s not fair!” Pulling on the towel you had wrapped around you, you could barely gasp before your body tumbled into the water, just in your bra and pair of shorts.

Resurfacing with a glare, Katsuki couldn’t hold in his amusement, head thrown back in laughter. “Oh you are so dead!” Before he could respond you tackled him into the water, wrestling under the ripples and splashes of your flailing bodies.

Eventually, the Pro Hero managed to grab hold of your wrists, holding them behind your back, his other arm around your waist. “Now that, was unfair.” His hot breath was against your ear, his lips barely grazing your skin, but sending shivers right through you.

Wriggling free of his hold, you turned to face him with a devious smile, Bakugo looking with suspicion written plain as day on face. “Considering your quirk is fire related you seem awful comfortable in the water.” Sinking down til everything from your shoulders down was under the water, you blatantly let your eyes roam over his impressive form, highlighted by the water and rays from the shining sun.

“Gotta get out of your comfort zone Princess. Who knows where a villain’ll attack.” He smirked, swimming closer to you, he had you backing up so your were pressed against the pool wall, his arms caging you in. “Also, swimming works up a sweat. That way things can get…” Bakugo brought his head down to look into your eyes, noses barely a centimetre apart, his hot breath tingling your lips. “Steamy.” Body heating and face flushing at the suggestive tone of his teasing words, you wanted so badly to press your lips against his, to tug on his hair and feel his skin against yours.

Yet, when you went to retort with a sexy statement of your own, a loud ringing sounded from within the home, the Pro-Hero immediately becoming stoic, muscles tensing as he practically jumped away from you. Without muttering a word Katsuki hopped out the pool, flexing every part of his body, carelessly stalking through his living room, whatever water didn’t evaporate from his body heat dripping onto the wooden floors. All you could do was watch with wide, surprised eyes, stumbling to get out of the water yourself.

Bakugo was talking from that little room in the hallway, door now open. It was clearly an office, and you were just about able to catch the very end snippets of his conversations. “Yeah… Okay. I understand!… Fuck sake I’ll be there!” He slammed the desk phone down, rubbing his hands over his face, groaning in frustration.

Warily stepping into the room, Bakugo hadn’t yet noticed your presence. You crossed your arms over your torso, feeling cold now that the air brushed against your damp skin. “Everything okay?” Crimson eyes snapped up. Before responding he ushered you out of the room, his hand a ghost on the small of your back before moving to lock the door.

“I have to go. There’s a time sensitive matter.” Your heart sunk. His heart sunk. You wanted him to be here when your memories returned. He wanted to be there in that devastating moment. “But there’s one thing I wanna do first…” Repeating the position in the pool his arms rested against the wall, your frame against the door, looking up at him with big (e/c) eyes.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” Voice lowered to a seductive whisper, you bit your lip when he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes darkened, low groan catching in his throat.

Katsuki began to lower his lips to yours, when the loud ringing resounded yet again, echoing around you, the force of the noise shoving the pair of you apart. You avoided eye contact, blushing as red as his eyes. He groaned, taking a hand through his hair.

Calloused hands cupped your face, guiding your gaze back to him. “I’ll be back before your memories return. I promise.” You believed him. Raising your smaller hands to grip his you nodded, words lost, the feeling of his breath against your lips still scorching you. Bakugo contemplated just kissing you right there and then, the way your eyes bore into him with such belief and hope reminded him why he was a hero. Not like this. Moving one large hand to envelope the back of your head, he brought you forward, slightly, soft lips pressing a firm, far too quick kiss to your forehead. When he went to move back your arms swung round his waist, trying to cling to this feeling as long as possible. “I know.. I know.” His husky whisper sent a pleasant shiver through your body, finally releasing him from your stronghold.

Your smile was bittersweet as you watched him rush into his office to change, unintentionally slamming the door behind him. “I sure hope you keep your promises Katsuki Bakugo.”

You waited. And waited. And waited. Not only were you worried Bakugo wouldn’t make it back in time, but now that the sun was setting you were worrying the effects of that villain’s memory loss quirk weren’t wearing off. Resorting to pacing back and forth along the kitchen, you’d already practically ate the blonde out of house and home. Nerves coursed through every vein in your body, your brain running a mile a minute with overwhelming thoughts, consuming your being.

Then the door slammed.

Hurried footsteps bounded heavily against the floor, your body jumping, relief overflowing when the Pro-Hero came into view.

“B-Bakugo..” Your lip quivered, voice soft.

“Did I make it?” He was covered in dried blood, his hero costume ripped and dirty.

Unable to contain yourself, you nodded, running toward him and grabbing his face, pressing your lips against his, tears falling down your cheeks. Of course the red-eyed male welcomed the kiss, arms around your waist. He pulled you closer, fingers digging into your hips as if you’d disappear any moment, but were still gentle, as if you were glass and could break at any moment. Lips moving in sync, you pushed your bodies as close as possible, moulding into one another. Bakugo ran his tongue along your bottom lip, the silent gasp that escaped giving him the opportunity to pull that lip in between his teeth, biting down softly. Both of you pulled away, barely. Your noses still rubbing against each other as you tried to catch your breath. You hadn’t even realised your hands made their way to his messy locks.

He held your face in his big hands, rubbing the tears away with his thumbs, touch so featherlight you could hardly believe it came from the infamously brash Dynamight. “God, ’m so glad I made it…” For the first time you could really see his eyes, not hidden behind a mask or the shadow of his hair. The blood red bright in the dim house, the little hints of white that swirled into the vermillion circles. He was perfect.

“Me—” Before you could finish a blinding pain took over, a migraine times a thousand.

Bakugo knew what was happening immediately, holding you close as the searing pain caused your legs to buckle, dropping to the floor in his lap, mouth open wide but every sound to describe your anguish was trapped in your chest. Your mind was flashing with memories, the blurry faces sharpening, muffled voices creating sentences and words. What you didn’t realise, was that as your previous life was returned to you, the new memories you made with Katsuki were being erased.

After what was only a split second in reality, you came too.

Something was dripping on your head, and a pair of muscled arms were wrapped tightly around your body. “Wh-what? Where am I?” Eyes darting all around before landing on the Pro-Hero, tear tracks staining his tanned cheeks.

Jumping from his hold you stood up in your typical fighting stance. “What the fuck, Dynamight!?” Whilst you were geared up for your typical fight, he just sat there, hands clenching the material of his trousers, tears brimming his crimson eyes but not falling, a shadow cast over his face, which was pointed to the ground. “Oi, Katsuki! Get a grip Blondie.” Lowering your fists, your brows furrowed, concerned at the easily angered Pro’s eerie silence.

“Just like that, you’re back to normal.” Confused, head spinning with a dull pain, you didn’t have time for whatever new game he was trying to play. Walking forward you bent down on one knee to look him in the eyes.

“I don’t know what the fucks going on. But I don’t like seeing you like this. Get your bearings, and when your feeling like yourself again, we’ll talk.” Your voice was firm and serious, just the way Katsuki remembered. Timeslip was back, her attitude and natural attractiveness more powerful than before. “Especially because I can taste and smell your caramel scent, allll over me.” Scolding yourself for not recognising the delicious scent earlier, you noticed the slightest hint of a chuckle.

“That’ll be an interesting conversation.” Katsuki smirked up at you, his usual cocky self finally resurfacing. You loved it. This is why you hadn’t tried to attack the Pro before. There was just something so… intoxicating about him.

“Call me.” Winking at him, before, just like usual, you were gone, vanishing before his eyes, leaving the blonde aching for your skin against his once again.

“Oh believe me, I will.” He licked his lips, standing up and staring at his door with a typical smirk.

[yeahiwasintheshit]

Saw that movie, X, that came out earlier this year and it’s clear they’re going for that retro 70s exploitation movie vibe, and if that’s the only thing they wanted to do with this movie, than it worked, I guess. Problem is there wasn’t anything else to any of these characters. It was all very surfacy. Nothing deeper about these characters, but since It was only an exploitation movie, then I guess I shouldnt expect more? idk. Now knowing they are planning a whole expanded universe with this character, maybe they’ll do more with the person(s) who survive in those other movies? i suppose, (trying not to spoil anything) but on its own, I didn’t get much of anything out of this. I wasn’t bored, but I wasn’t too invested in who these people are.

And the main actress Mia goth was fine. I think she did an ok job, a little flat and one-notey, but I feel like they were going for that. I just didn’t really buy this character living in that time. Like the main thing for me is they shaved her eyebrows off, and they have a lot of blue eye shadow on her, and it just makes her look comical or homicidal. And they never mention it. Like I was waiting for them to say something like, “ok honey were about to film your porn scene, it’s time to draw on your eyebrows, it’s such a shame you can’t grow them yourself” but like... it’s just never mentioned. All that’s mentioned about her is that she REALLY wants to be a star. It’s literally the year 1979, and we’re to believe that a person who watches TV and the movies in 1979 is so motivated to being a big star that would they would just walk around with no eyebrows? No big celebrity in 1979 was in movies or TV with no eyebrows, and to think she would think not having eyebrows was ok, didnt feel true for her character, in that time setting. It was just so distracting. It just didnt ring true to any of these characters in this time in history that no one would mention it either. Especially since they are about to film a scene in a porn movie with her. Like she wasnt trying to be famous in like some sort of underground horror movie scene, where maybe you can get away with no eyebrows, she wanted to be a star star, and it just made no sense why she would not draw on eyebrows. I was so distracted by that lol

It was shot well enough, and had some interesting scenes, like there was one over head view of when maxine was in the pond with the alligator, (Chekhov’s alligator? Lol) to me that built some tension, but overall, I felt there were no stakes for these people because right at the beginning, in the first few frames of the movie, we see there was a bloodbath at the farm. We don’t know who or what, but we know most if not all of the people we will meet will die, and for me I don’t really like that kind of framing. It deflates tension almost immediately.

There was also a couple really cheesy kills, like the one in the barn. It was so obvious what was going to happen, it made it uninteresting and a little eye rolling (no pun intended) to watch. Tho there was a cool shot, right before that kill, when the camera pans all the way on the floor and we see what’s right in front of the person and we know what is about to happen next. That was great bit of leading the audience, and built some tension, and when that thing happened I really got the willies. Cause I felt it too lol

Other than a couple scenes that were kinda good, I really didn’t get much out of the movie. I didn’t find any of these people likable or worth rooting for. It’s not that they were bad or evil people, it’s just they were pretty one dimensional characters. And even the villains were kinda dumb. Like there was an interesting scene at the beginning when maxine is in the house and old photos on the wall are shown to her, there was something there. I was intrigued to know more, but they didnt really build on that, and when they kinda reveal the villains motivations theyre really muddled and kinda weak. I felt a few times watching “why?” and there was no really interesting reason.

I also didn’t really like how much the “age” of the older couple was used as a device to elicit horror and grossness from the audience. The makeup on the old people was really pretty good but it was clear it was makeup and it made me wonder why are they putting old age makeup on people instead of just hiring old people (later found out it was the whole prequel/ sequel thing, I guess) But they go out of their way to illustrate that the old people are gross, and they are gross for having sexuality, or having sexual feelings and eventhough they do horrible things because of it, the mere fact of their sexuality was presented as being gross, which again was more of a distraction and kinda off putting.

Idk, I think they wanted this movie to be like really cutting edge and cool, but its kinda vapid and empty. Like the idea of an exploitation movie lends itself to being sort of one dimensional and empty. (pile on the kills and boobs and nothing else than all is good? no) but it just never went beyond that. Maybe they will with the other movies, idk, but im not sure i care enough to find out.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Panther Princess; T’Challa x child reader

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LONG time in the making, not only cause of motivation and time schedule wise but I wanted to make sure I GOT THIS FIC RIGHT since this is my first time writing for T'Challa since Chadwick's death last year (MAY HE RIP OUR KING!!!). Hope you guys enjoy this, and I’ve decided that after a few Wattpad requests I’ll open requests up here on Tumblr but there will be some MAJOR adjustments to what fandoms I’ll do. For now just be patient with me and eventually I will open requests here on Tumblr, I just don’t want to be overwhelmed.

Warnings: Malnourishment. abuse, terrorists involved (no action but just the word), some fluff.

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@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@soy-guey

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

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It was in the dead of night when T’Challa received word about some smugglers were traveling with some stolen Vibranium, and word has it that they were working for Klaue.  Even though he had been dead, Klaue’s business was still running and forging deals with terrorists groups and anti-government parties.

Him and Okoye were flying over towards the drop-off point where the dealers were gonna be exchanging their latest steal of Vibranium.

“The dealers that Klaus’ second Lt. Rosko Lannister is selling the Vibranium to come from an Iranian terrorist group.”

“As usual we will let them make their business transaction before taking any further action. After dealing with the terrorist group and Lannister is ours, he will be put under the same crimes as we would’ve given Klaue.” T’Challa told Okoye.  She nodded as the jet continued to fly towards their destination.

It was just before sunset when at an old, abandoned warehouse Rosko Lannister and some of Klaue’s old men waited for their clients to arrive.  Soon enough driving in the black SUV’s and Honda trucks, the Iranian terrorist group came out of their cars.  Most of them were soldiers holding their AK-47’s close to their chest while out of the head van, 3 men dressed in full 3 piece suits exited the car.

They looked exactly alike for these three men were actually brothers.  Two of them were twins and the other was a year younger than his older twin brothers. Hasim, Sami, and Achmed Israeli were the three leaders of the biggest terrorist group in the world.  There was even record shown that they made deals with HYDRA back in the day.  Mostly smuggled weapons and potential serums for super soldiers.

After the fall back in 2014 when both SHIELD and HYDRA were exposed, the brothers decided to go underground and disappear under the radar.  The US and European governments have been trying to find them ever since but they are too clever and can easily cover their tracks both physically and wirelessly.

“The Israeli brothers. I can’t tell you how honored I am to be doing business with you.” Rosko praised.

“We didn’t come for praises. We came for the Vibranium. Do you have it?” the oldest twin brother Sami demanded.

“Getting down to business. That was one thing my former associate Klaue always appreciated. God rest his soul.” Rosko kissed his finger before raising them upward. “Nah I’m just kidding he was an arsehole, I’m actually glad he’s dead.” He changed his tune.

“The Vibranium. Do you have it or not!?” demanded the younger twin Hasim.

“Patience Hasim. Let the white man talk.” Sami eased his brother.  Rosko turned to one of his guys and nodded.  His left hand man let out a whistle and soon two men come carrying in a large box that was filled with the stolen Vibranium that Klaue had stowed away for himself.

The men set it down before the brothers and Achmed opened the case up to reveal the Vibranium they were looking for.  A small smirk came across Sami’s face and he said.

“Excellent. The most powerful material in the universe.”

“It did come at personal cost from Klaue, better him than me. It’s worth billions. Hope you also kept your end of the deal. This transaction is only fair if both parties agree.” Hasim smirked cunningly and turned to his general.

He nodded and exclaimed in Muslim and before Rosko even knew it. Every single one of his men was shot dead by the Israeli brother’s soldiers, leaving only him alive.

Every gun was now turned on him and Rosko had no choice but to raise his hands slowly.

“True. But when dealing with terrorists you should’ve also realized that there is a price to pay. Especially if you’ve been followed.” Sami said. At this point Rosko was confused.

“What-what-what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been in this game for a long time Mr. Lannister, I’ve seen everything and heard it all. Superheroes, aliens, psychotic androids, even real life wizards. So don’t think for a second that your actions hasn’t risen suspicion to the one who rules the very place where you got this Vibranium from.” Sami closed the case and patted it before his brother Achmed took it and had it put in the truck.

“King T’Challa has no idea of this Vibranium that was stashed away. He’s recovered the traces of Vibranium that Klaue kept public. There’s no way he could know about this.”

“Clearly Klaue had a better game face than you Mr. Lannister. For he wouldn’t have revealed such an important fact to me.” At that moment Rosko knew he had been played by the brothers.  Before he knew it, a bullet went straight into his head and he died right there.

“Surround the area. We don’t leave till the King is dead.” Ordered Achmed to his security team.  The soldiers exclaimed Arabic commands as they surrounded the warehouse with their guns outward and ready to fire.

One guard in particular heard something move behind him and he quickly turned and fired three shots but didn’t hit anything but some old crates.  His paranoia was getting the best of him and that’s what gave him away.  He was suddenly grabbed by the back of his robes and lifted up and beaten till he collapsed to the floor unconscious.

2 more guards heard what was going on and went to check on their fallen soldier when a flash of a figure ran behind them. They quickly turned and fired their guns when suddenly T’Challa came down behind them, quickly disarmed them and knocked them unconscious.

As more of the brother’s security came in and they open fired on T’Challa, he merely walked towards the security before sprinting forward and disarming the rest of them.  His claws tearing their guns apart, and using his quick ‘cat-like’ agility, he managed to take down the entire fleet.

“Israeli brothers!” he cried out.  It was then Sami came out and T’Challa revealed his face to the eldest brother.

“King T’Challa. I must say it is an honor to be in your presence.” Sami mocked.

“Did you really believe we would be unaware of this trade?”

“On the contrary, I expected this all along. It was that witless white monkey Rosko who didn’t expect to see you. But never fear, he’s out of both of our hands.” Sami said nonchalantly as he looked down at his nails.  

“If you surrender the stolen Vibranium to me, we can resolve this peacefully. But refuse, and you’ll face justice of Wakanda in Rosko Lannister’s stand. You and your brothers.”

“See my brothers and I made a pact. If we can’t escape the system, we’d be—how you say, judge jury and executioner to ourselves. And rather than rot in a cell separated, we shall join together in a blaze of glory. And we’re not afraid to take you with us, suffering the same fate as your own father did.” Sami raised his arms out like he was flying and waiting for a fiery explosion to happen.

But nothing came.

He opened his eyes to reveal that nothing had happened.  It was then coming into the open space were Ayo and Okoye who had Sami’s younger brothers. Both men were bruised and battered up pretty badly.  The two Dora Milaje members dropped his brothers down at his feet like trash and T’Challa said.

“I told you. This could’ve been resolved peacefully. But you forced our hand, especially when you had planned to blow up the place with all of us inside.” Sami growled but nonetheless raised his hands in surrender.

As the Dora Milaje were detaining the three brothers, T’Challa retrieved the stolen Vibranium when he heard something nearby.  It sounded like chains, they had defeated all of the security, Rosko and his men were all shot by the Israeli brother’s defense, and the brothers were all detained so who else was here?

“My King?” Okoye asked.

“Stay here Okoye, I want to check something out.” He told his general of the Dora Milaje.

“My king, it could be another threat we do not yet know about. Let me come with you.”

“I’m not defenseless Okoye. Now you and Ayo just put the men on the ship and let me handle this. It could be some animal or the chains fell down off of something.” Okoye nodded to her king and soon T’Challa headed deeper into the warehouse.

As he explored every bit of it, he soon noticed that there appeared to be a hidden door within the walls that was very faintly cracked open.  He opened the door and could hear the sound of the chains getting louder and louder.

It was almost like they were—pacing? They kept a constant rhythm as they would move about, in a circle pattern or something close to it.  T’Challa slowly walked towards the direction of the chains and soon found what appeared to be a cage.  A glass cage but it was inside that surprised the Wakandan King.

Inside the glass was a child.  She appeared to be around the ages of 8-11 years old. Her hair was extremely long and madded like a lion’s mane.  She looked malnourished so much so that you could almost see her bones.  But for being malnourished, how could she have the energy to pace so frantically like she was now?  He also noticed that there around her neck, wrists and ankles were chains keeping her inside.

T’Challa slowly walked out of the shadows and into the light where the child would be able to see him.  She stopped her pacing and just stared at him curiously. T’Challa disengaged his full Black Panther suit so that he was in his normal clothes.

“I am not here to hurt you.” He gently told the child.  The child slightly tilted their head like a lost puppy.  “My name is T’Challa, what’s yours?” T’Challa slowly and slowly got closer and closer to her cage as he spoke in that soft voice of his.  When she didn’t answer him he assured you, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I just want to be sure you’re okay.”

Suddenly in the blink of an eye, her (e/c) soon turned to a deep cat eye yellow.  Her body shifted into a fairly young but still decent size panther and she lashed out at the cage, knocking T’Challa off his feet in slight fear.  The child now standing before him as a full panther clawed and roared at the cage furiously.

“My King!” Ayo’s voice spoke in Xhosa and soon her and Okoye came in and when they saw the panther, they lifted up their spears in defense.

“Stand down!” T’Challa commanded them.

“But my king—this animal is feral. It was going to kill you.” Okoye reasoned with him but T’Challa told her.

“She is a human child. She shifted into this panther before my eyes. Look.” Soon enough the panther shrunk down and soon turned back into the young girl who was still pacing back and forth in her cage.

“What sorcery is this?” asked Ayo.

“Not magic. Science. Look closer at her arms.” T’Challa said.  At the section of the arm on the other side of the elbow, they noticed dozens of needle injection scars.

“This child was experimented on.” Okoye said grimly with a horrified expression.

“What do we do my King?” asked Ayo.  T’Challa looked at the child who was growling and trying to act scary even though she was no longer a panther anymore.

“We take her to Shuri. Maybe she can shed more light on the matter. Get her to the ship. But approach her cautiously. Don’t make any sudden movements.” Ayo and Okoye bowed their heads to their king and walked towards the cage.

The girl would hit her skeletal body up against the cage trying to rattle it and actually roared out a panther’s real roar, her teeth slowly growing into the large infamous canines of a real big cat. Okoye and Ayo then placed a hover bead on each end of the cage and soon the cage levitated just a few feet off the ground.

The little girl roared and began clawing at the glass but it hardly did anything as she was now being guided towards the ship.

When they reached Wakanda after dealing with the brothers, Shuri in her lab was going over the girl’s intel scan that she made of the girl from her cage with her kimoyo beads.

“So what is it you can find Shuri?” T’Challa said as he entered his sister’s lab.

“This may come as a surprise to you brother. But—she has no birth record at all. I’ve contacted some of my people in various places around the world to see if there has been any missing child and all of them have said no. My theory is that she may have been created from a test tube to look like this.”

“Any idea who could’ve made her?”

“The same organization that made the White Wolf into the Winter Soldier.”

“Hydra.” T’Challa said gravely.  Shuri nodded.

“I hacked into their old files and it only confirms my theory. Seems like they wanted to create their own Cat-god or something.”

“Any records on what her powers are? She can shift into a panther but can she also shift into anything else?”

“I’m still digging through the files, there’s a lot of files that came to creating her. It’ll take time brother.” T’Challa nodded in understandment.

“Keep me updated.”

“Yes brother.” T’Challa walked away but he turned back towards the young girl and saw that she had briefly stopped her pacing to look at him once again.

A week later after finding the child, Shuri managed to dig up that HYDRA’s plan for the Child was for her to become their Agent Battle Cat.  The ability to shift into a panther.  She also has enhanced agility, speed, and strength.

However when HYDRA fell back in 2014, they were forced to abandon the project and she had been left alone in that warehouse ever since.  Thinking about the enhancing experiments she must’ve been forced to endure or whatever genes they gave her, it allowed her to survive even being chained up in a cage for years on end until she felt like she needed to give up.

While being kept under his sister’s supervision, T’Challa also made it apparent to try and communicate with the Child, just to see if she could either understand or (in a rare case) speak in any language.  The first time he had tried to talk to her well—let’s just say she ended up with broken nails and chipped teeth after trying to take a bite of T’Challa’s forearm when he activated his suit to protect his arm from her attack.

He had finally finished his royal civic duties for the day when he decided to try and talk to the Child again.

“You sure it’s a good idea brother? You did cause her to lose her nails and chipped some of her teeth.”

“I learned my lesson last time. But you weren’t there before that happened. She had actually dropped her guard and almost looked like she wanted to communicate with me. I think I’m getting through to her.”

“Okay brother. But if she attacks you again, I doubt that’ll sit well with Mother as well as Okoye and Ayo.”

“I will handle mama and the Dora Milaje. For now see to it that no one disturbs us.” Shuri nodded and told her workers to go home for now, leaving T’Challa and the Child alone.

T’Challa slowly approached her cage to see her lying down on her side licking her broken nails.  Some of them had broken off by the top, while the rest had the entire nail broken leaving a bloody mess in it’s wake.  She was currently licking her blood stained fingertips when she caught T’Challa’s scent.

She growled and hissed angrily at him, her canine fangs extended out and her eyes shifted into the cold, yellow panther eyes.

“Steady, steady. I’m not here to hurt you.” T’Challa sat down a few feet away from the cage and continued, “I am sorry for what happened to you. I was only protecting myself from getting hurt. It was my fault for overstepping my boundaries.” Her hissing ceased and she closed her mouth hiding her fangs but she would occasionally growl lowly, her tail coming out and twitching anxiously.

They sat there in silence for a couple of minutes when T’Challa said to her.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of a name for you. You know something to call you. I’m betting the men who created you never really gave you a real human name. What do you think about—Ariana?” the Child hissed. T’Challa chuckled, “Didn’t think so. Shuri said you might like it but now I can prove to her that I was right. Now for the real options, what about…….Nala?” the child tilted her head confused.  “No? What about…..Diana?” she looked down and went back to licking her fingertips. “That won’t really help them heal. Sure it’ll clot the blood but it’s not that good for saliva to heal a wound like that.”

She looked up at T’Challa and growled lowly.

“I’m just trying to help. We have the medicine that’ll help you. I won’t lie it might sting for a brief second but it’ll help. Will you trust me with healing you, please?” the child looked between him and her fingers before slowly extending her arms out and she briefly nodded.

T’Challa then got some antiseptic and band-aids. He opened up a small section of the cage, just enough for her arms to come out.

“Thank you for your trust.” He then began to doctor her fingertips.  She let out some painful roars on the stubbed fingertips that no longer had a nail anymore but at least this time she didn’t try to attack him like last time.  He soothed her with calming phrases like ‘it’s okay. It’s won’t last long.’ And ‘Just relax, it’s almost over.’ After bandaging up her left pinkie finger he told her, “There, I’m done (Y/n).”

At hearing that name, she looked up at T’Challa curiously.  Her tail perked up and the tip curled inward.  T’Challa looked at her to see her tail fall limp to the cage floor. “(Y/n)?” her tail lifted up again and her head tilted curiously.  “So you like that name eh?” She looked at T’Challa and her nose twitched as she was trying to sniff him through the glass.

Taking a risk, he slowly reached his hand into the cage once more like before.  However this time he kept his hand in a downward position, so that his hand formed the shape of another cat’s nose.  The Child slowly crept towards his hand and gave it a sniff, when she saw that he wasn’t moving his hand, she rubbed her head against his hand for a brief second before nuzzling underneath his palm so that it sat on top of her head.

He gently began scratching her scalp which caused her to let out soft comforting purrs.  T’Challa smiled warmly and continued to gently give the child—well (Y/n) some more scritches and pets.

“Don’t you worry (Y/n). I promise I won’t allow anyone else to harm you in any shape or form.”

The next couple of months after getting her body weight back to normal and healing any other wounds she had maintained, T’Challa allowed (Y/n) to venture outside the palace with him.  Thinking the city itself was too much for her right now, he decided to take her out to the Border tribe so that she could see the outside world for the first time in her life.

Needless to say she was overwhelmed but she was happy to feel the grass beneath her feet, see the beautiful landscape, and hear all the sounds of the outside world from the animal calls to some of the Border tribe members talking with each other.

“Seems she’s getting along well.” Okoye observed (Y/n) who was cautiously watching the rhinos from their pins.

“Slowly but surely she is. Walking on two feet is still a bit of a challenge but she’ll get there eventually.” T’Challa told her.

“At least she’s learned to not attack you.”

“It was one time Okoye, be nice.”

“As your General it is my duty—”

“I understand your duty General. But you must also know that there will be times you can’t protect me. And this attack was very minor compared to the fights I’ve been in before.” It was then T’Challa saw (Y/n) now focusing her attention on some birds that had just landed a few feet away from the rhino pins.  Her panther instincts kicked in as she got into pouncing position, her pupils were fully blown and her shoulder blades flexed over one another as her butt raised higher and higher in the air.

Finally she raced forward and the birds immediately took off flying.  She leaped well over 7ft in the air and managed to capture a bird in her claws and delivered a fatal bite.  She then raced over to T’Challa and presented him the dead bird.

She placed it on the ground before his feet and backed away before tilting her head with a happy smile on her face.

“Seems she has a gift for you my King.” Okoye said. T’Challa grimaced at the gift but he quickly smiled down at her and knelt down in front of her.

“I appreciate the gift (Y/n). But—we cannot keep this bird kept within a cage. Like how I freed you, we must also allow this bird to move onto the next life.” He dug into the earth for a small shallow grave, just big enough for the bird and he placed the bird into the makeshift grave.  He buried it under the earth and he sent a brief prayer to Bast in Wakandan. “Right, now let’s head back to the palace. I have a meeting with M’Baku about reforging our alliance and allowing the Jabari tribe into the council.”

Okoye and T’Challa walked ahead when they heard something behind them.  At first they thought it was one of the goats but it sounded to hoarse to be one of them. They slowly turned around and saw (Y/n) with a hand over the grave of the bird and she was saying.

“Ba……Ba.”

“Is she……?” Okoye started.

“Ba.” (Y/n) was trying to talk!  She was trying to say the Cat goddess Bast’s name.  She managed to get out the first constant and vowel but she couldn’t figure out how to do her S and T.

“Her first time talking. She’s trying to say Bast’s name.” T’Challa knelt down and he asked her, “(Y/n), are you trying to give a prayer to Bast?”

“Ba!” she exclaimed again.  T’Challa was overjoyed on the inside that the girl he had decided to take under his wing and raise was finally trying to talk.  Many of the tutors he and Shuri had growing up had given up saying that she was incapable of speaking because all she did was just hiss and growl as well as throw things at them before laughing like a deranged hyena.

“Here I’ll help you say her name.” he adjusted himself so that he sat down and he placed his hand right next to hers and he said slowly so that she could see how his lips did it. “Say Bast.”

“Ba.”

“Bast.”

“Ba.” T’Challa shook his head.

“Watch me carefully. Bast.” He enunciated the t at the end.  (Y/n) growled lowly before taking a deep inhale and finally exclaiming.

“BAST!”

“Yes. Yes that’s it! You did it (Y/n) great job!” at seeing T’Challa’s excitement, (Y/n) began to repeat Bast’s name gleefully as she pranced around.

“A little cocky there isn’t she?” Okoye muttered.

“Let her have this moment Okoye. Besides probably hunting and killing, this is her first real big achievement. A normal milestone.”

“I suppose so.” She agreed.  Even though she might not have wanted to admit it, she thought it was adorable how little (Y/n) was finally able to speak a human language and become so happy with herself that she would prance around like a yearling antelope.

Over the next couple of years, (Y/n) continued to not only advance in her human speaking skills, but she now began to show signs of aging.  She went from that small child to now almost a young adult woman in just 2 years since finding her.  Seemed with the animal enhancement, it also increased her human aging with each time she grew stronger and tougher.

T’Challa continued to raise her as his own and pretty soon all of Wakanda looked at her as their young Princess.  Shuri loved hanging out with (Y/n) and teaching her everything there was to know about science and technology.  She even took her as an apprentice in her lab.  Okoye eventually came around and soon saw (Y/n) as a member of the royal family and took it upon herself to train her like a Dora Milaje so that she could defend herself without the need of her animal powers.

For she was the Panther Princess.

[avaritia-apotheosis]

Phantom Children Ch. 8

What's this? An update! Massive thanks to my betas for helping me get through this chapter <3

In Which: A few answers are given to the family and Danny is rudely awoken

[Side note: If you wanna know the general ages of the batfam, its listed in the AO3 version. I also talk about katanas in the end notes ^-^]

AO3 | Prologue | 7 | [ 8 ] | 9 DAMIAN INFORMED TODD—and Drake when he arrived on his bike sometime later on—that the boy whose face is plastered across the monitor was neither a picture of himself nor of Father.

Drake took one glance at the monitor and sighed, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. “Just when I thought this day was getting better.”

“What, did that café on 5th finally let customers supersize their drink?”

“God that would be the dream, wouldn’t it?” Drake sighed wistfully. “Nah, but I did get a lead on where some of that stolen Cadmus tech might’ve ended up. I was gonna spend the night following up on it, but I guess we have to deal with,” he gestured to the monitor, “whatever this is.”

Todd leaned against the edge of the computer, arms crossed over the red bat insignia on his chest. “What are we dealing with this time, brat? A clone? An alternate universe counterpart? Magic shenanigans?”

Maybe. Perhaps. All of those were perfectly valid conclusions for the enigma that was Daniel James Fenton. (Why Fenton and not al Ghul? Or even Wayne?)

Damian, too, was a genetic experiment; a ‘test tube baby’ as Drake put it at times. Damian was born for greatness, created to be perfect. The perfect soldier. The perfect assassin. The perfect heir. Was this boy—Daniel—like him as well?

A failed one, then. Perhaps the precursor to Damian’s own existence. But that would not explain why the boy was allowed to exist for so long. His grandfather demanded perfection, especially from those of his own blood. If the boy was a failure, he would have been eliminated immediately, not sent to live with some eccentric scientists in the Midwest.

Damian was not naïve enough to think that his mother and grandfather did not keep secrets from him. On the contrary, he expected it. The League of Shadows dealt in secrets as often as it did in death. Certain information was worth its weight in gold, whether it was given or buried away.

But he could not help the sharp pang in his chest. A lightning strike, quick and electrifying at the notion that they kept secrets about their family from him.

His father’s face flashed in his mind. The shock turned into a slow, dawning horror. That flicker of light, of recognition, as he scrutinized the contents of the flash drive and cross-referenced it with a public database.

And grief.

Damian recognized the grief.

Alfred, too, nearly dropped his tray of fresh-baked cookies when he stepped in front of the monitor. His usual unflappable demeanor was momentarily broken at his father’s whispered “Sixteen years. Alfred— he’s sixteen years old.”

His father knew of the boy. He was allowed to know of Daniel when he was not allowed to know about Damian.

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Grayson returned to the cave with a distinct lack of energy in his step. His mask dangled off the tips of his fingers, chin angled downwards and covered largely by his hand. For a split second, their eyes met. Grayson shifted his gaze away, scratching the back of his neck. Father told him, then. Damian wondered how much Father revealed to his favorite son.

Damian clucked his tongue and buried himself deeper into the chair, arms crossed and pointedly looking away. If it was not for his accursed ankle, he’d have headed out to the training ring to take his frustrations out on the dummies.

“Oh, thank god you’re here, Dickface. Damian’s completely out of it.”

Damian shot him a look. “Shut up, Todd.”

“Leave him alone, Jay. Is Tim back yet?”

Drake emerged from the changing room in a dark green shirt, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. He took one long sip before exhaling. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“O-kay…” He pressed his hands together, mouth thinned into a grim line. “Uh, hey Tim, glad to see you back safe. Bruce is coming down soon to explain some things.” He let out a deep sigh, carding a hand through his hair. “This kind of thing would probably be better with the girls around, but I—god, I don’t know.”

Todd raised an eyebrow. “Don’t know whether to call Steph and Cass in Hong Kong, or don’t know what’s going on?”

“Yes.”

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When Father arrived, Pennyworth following dutifully behind him, it was with an aching slowness in his gait. His steps measured and precise, preternaturally quiet as he made his way to stand by Damian’s chair. Damian sat up straighter, shoulders squared and back an inch away from the backrest. The rest, even Todd, stood at attention; an ingrained habit among Robins and an amusing instinct even among the senior heroes of the Justice League when it came to facing the Batman.

His father kept a steady hand on Damian’s shoulder, and Damian, shamefully, leaned into the touch; his head inclined towards his father’s hand so much so that he could feel the ends of his hair being pushed up slightly as he brushed against his father’s forearm.

He spoke with his usual monotone, as if he was heading a Justice League meeting as opposed to unveiling the secrets surrounding that boy. He brought forward the few photos they obtained from the flash drive. “A few weeks ago, we were alerted of suspicious movement from the League of Shadows in Amity Park, Illinois. Their objectives are, as of now, unclear, though it appears to be tied to the death of Amity Park resident, Daniel Fenton.”

One photo was a standard ID picture people get for their driver’s license, the lighting deliberately horrible so that any attempt to look decent would always end in failure. Another photo was a little better; a candid scene of him chatting with two others his age, a Caucasian girl in gothic-style clothes and an African-American holding a sleek, but still very outdated PDA. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners, hand reaching up to his face to stifle a laugh. There were other photos like this, some candid, others posed. At the forefront of each, a boy that looked too much like his father, too much like Damian.

His father glanced at the photos. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again, he fixed them on some distant stalactite in the Cave. “Around six months ago, Daniel was pronounced dead in a vehicular accident. A body was present, but according to police reports, he was identified via his driver’s license as opposed to any kind of DNA profiling.” He leaned over Damian’s chair to pull up a profile of Masters. “Our source—Vladimir Masters, mayor of Amity and a friend of the Fenton family—indicated his belief that Daniel is actually alive. I am inclined to agree.”

“He’s your son, isn’t he,” Drake said, more of a statement than a question.

Father gave a curt nod. “I cannot say for certain until I can perform a DNA test, but I highly suspect that to be the case.”

“First the demon spawn, now this. Great.” Todd made a hand motion towards the screen. “You know, Bruce, not knowing you have a kid once might be a coincidence, but twice? How do you do that?”

“As of three hours ago, I was still under the impression that my son never made it to term.”

“What?”

“Over sixteen years ago I was involved in a mission that put Ra’s and I on the same side. During that time, Talia and I entered a relationship that resulted in a pregnancy. Though initially ecstatic, she eventually led me to believe she miscarried the child and pushed me away. For what ends, I do not know, but trust me Jason, if I knew—” He paused, the hand that was not on Damian’s shoulder curled into a tight fist.

Father pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why she hid it from me then doesn’t matter. Why Talia wants him back now is important. Judging from Daniel’s records, he was adopted into the Fenton family as an infant and has since lived a seemingly normal life as a civilian. His adoptive parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, are brilliant scientists and engineers focused on the field of paranormal studies. Eccentricities aside, they have zero connections to the League of Assassins or any other concerning parties.”

“So why now?” Dick asked, shifting his concerned gaze from Bruce to the static picture of Danny’s tired smile. “Why, after all this time, decide that now would be the best time to recover him?”

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Danny’s experienced plenty of rude awakenings before, but waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to avoid his kidnapper-slash-assassin-slash-biological-mom launching a surprise attack takes the fucking cake. He can’t believe he’s saying this, but thank god for all those late night ghost attacks that conditioned him to be a light sleeper. And, of course, the League’s insistence that everyone be in optimal condition regardless of how little sleep you actually got.

Danny kicked Talia off of him, ripping his blanket away before scrambling to his feet. Seriously, if the universe decided to spontaneously give him powers again, he’d really like an upgrade to his ghost senses, please and thank you. Something that works on humans and not just ghosts. Like spidey-senses. He’d really, really like some spidey-senses.

“Your reaction times have improved considerably,” Talia said.

He eyed the katana sheathed beside his bedroll. “Thanks. Who could have guessed that constantly challenging someone to a spar in the unholy hours of morning would make them paranoid to sleep too much? Really, how am I supposed to grow taller at this rate? ” If he could just get it--

She smiled, taking a step forward. “Prepare yourself.”

“Heh.” Danny stepped further away from Talia, keeping his back to the mouth of the cave. One hand stretched in front of him and the other, coated in a green light, was kept hidden behind his back. “Am I actually gonna get some answers today?”

“Let us make it interesting. Last 10 minutes against me and I shall tell you more about your brother.” Talia twirled her blade. “If you happen to draw blood, you may ask any one thing of me.”

“Anything?”

“Within reason.”

His face caught between a grimace and a smile. He’d rather be sleeping right now, but if he had to be awake, then he’d better make the most of it. “Deal.”

Talia’s smile dropped. She veered her body to the right, barely dodging the streak of bright green that whizzed from behind her. The ectoplasmic energy that surrounded the katana bled away as the handle connected with Danny’s outstretched hand.

She quickly glanced back at Danny’s bedding. Beside it lay an empty sheath. “You have telekinesis?”

He shrugged. “It comes and goes.” Yeah, no way was Danny gonna admit that seven-out-of-ten-times he forgot that he had telekinesis. Besides, that shit was hard to do when he wasn’t Phantom.

“A surprise attack from behind is a sound strategy, Daniel. Though it’ll take a lot more than that to harm me.”

Danny pointed to the side of his cheek. “Are you sure about that?”

Talia frowned. She reached up to her face. Her fingers brushed against her cheek and came away with a thin streak of blood.

Danny grinned, pointing his blade at his opponent. “First blood goes to me.”

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Fact: most fights don’t last long. An average street fight could last anywhere between 25 to 40 seconds, and sword fights rarely last over a minute. Like Talia said, the goal of a fight was to end it with as few injuries to oneself as possible. Humans, even the most skilled ones, can rarely last long in a fight. Prolonged combat is suicide; it makes you tired, makes your muscles heavy. It’s nothing like what Hollywood would have you believe.

Even with Danny’s own enhanced stamina and Talia holding back, he couldn’t last a full ten-minute spar. If Talia didn’t finish him within twenty-five seconds, then he’d fall by his own human limitations.

But the goal wasn’t to spar continuously for ten minutes.

He only had to last that long.

Danny sprinted out of the cave. The sun barely peeked out of the horizon, a thin line of deep orange breaking apart the wide expanse of blue-black sky above. He couldn’t see shit; great news since that meant there’s a good chance Talia couldn’t either, but that doesn’t fix the fact that he can’t see.

Nearly stumbling on the ice, Danny veered to the left. The edges of the lake stopped at towering rocks twice Danny’s height, leaving little room for cover. Though if he remembered correctly, there should be a few crevices here and there to hide in.

“You’ll have to be faster than that, Daniel.”

Shit—

Danny stopped. He brought his sword up to parry Talia’s strike and twisted away, putting distance between them.

Well, so much for just avoiding her for 10 minutes.

He adjusted his grip, keeping his sword steady and eyes trained on Talia as they circled each other. Danny lunged with an overhead strike. Talia used one hand to block the downswing by gripping his wrists. She thrust her sword forward, the tip harshly poking Danny’s abdomen.

“Less than three minutes.” Talia let his wrist go, Danny’s arms slumping to his sides.

He sighed as he sheathed his sword. “Damn, I thought I’d last longer than that.”

“You made a good effort,” Talia assured him. “Putting as much distance between us at the beginning was a good strategy. You recognized the win conditions immediately and attempted a battle of attrition.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “I am very proud of you habibi, especially as you managed to draw first blood.”

A warmth grew in Danny’s stomach at the words, heating his cheeks. Sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head. “I wasn’t entirely sure that would work, honestly.”

“It was clever; half a second later and you might have even killed me. You are an al Ghul through and through” She brushed his hair out of his face. “What would you like as your prize, then?”

Danny’s heart clenched. He frowned, dropping his arm to his side. If I was such an al Ghul, then why didn’t you keep me? The question lodged itself in his throat, stifling his thoughts. It was something he’d been wondering for a while, actually, in the moments of solitude he had at the compound. Talia, during their training, would always remark at his potential. How talented he was, how adaptable he was, how much greater he would have been if he had been trained at a younger age.

Well then, why wasn’t he? Why did she give him up?

But each time he tried to ask, his tongue would turn to lead and the moment would pass, the question still left unsaid and simmering at the back of his mind. A Pandora’s Box that held none of the world’s evil but all of Danny’s possible shortcomings.

He could ask the question now.

He could.

He didn’t.

“Why did you take me?”

Talia tilted her head. “It is because you’re my son.”

“No. Not that. It has to be something more than that. You had sixteen years to come back for me—or, hell, you could have just never left me.” His breath hitched, fingers mussing his hair and hiding his eyes. “Why else did you take me?”

“It is true that there was more than one reason why we decided to retrieve you from Amity Park. One of which is because you are my son and an heir of the Demon’s Head.” Talia stilled. The dark skies of dawn made it impossible for him to read her. “The second reason was to protect you.”

“You kidnapped me…to protect me?”

“Knowledge of the ghosts of Amity have spread through the more insidious parts of the world. There are many out there who would pay exorbitant fees to study one of you or to use you.”

Use him? What did she mean by—

Oh.

Ghosts—Amity Park’s brand of ghosts—were a new element that the world had to contend with. Amity Park might have a crime rate of zero but that wasn’t the case everywhere else. Theft, assault, murder; the world was rampant with crimes and criminals clawing their way to the very top. Having ghosts, even ones with the most basic powerset, would be a huge advantage.

“There’s no way that would work,” Danny insisted. “Most ghosts just want to be left alone, and the ones that want to wreak havoc would never work with humans. The only reason they even work with halfas like me at times is because they still consider us as ghosts.”

“If my sources are to be believed, ghosts might not even get a choice.”

Danny’s blood curdled in his veins.

No.

Someone’s found a way to control ghosts.

[atlafan]

Regular Thing - One Shot

a/n: okay, here’s bouncer!Harry, or bouncerry as I like to call him. this turned into a longer thing than I thought, and it’s a no strings attached type situation. there is A LOT of smut, enjoy! (reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated) not proofread, sorry! 

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 14K

Being a bouncer in a college town wasn’t Harry’s intended career of choice, but it was a decent enough gig while he was in grad school. He was sort of over partying and boozing himself, so he didn’t feel like he was missing out much. It was fun at first, letting people in, turning others away. He took his job very seriously, never giving into the people that would flirt with him when the bar had reached capacity.

“Sorry, you’ll have to wait until some people leave.” He would say to them. The girls would push their boobs up and try to look as convincing as possible, but it never worked on Harry.

That was how the beginning of the night usually went. He’d stand outside for a few hours checking ID’s, and listening to the chatter of the people that would come out for a smoke or for some fresh air. He sometimes had a co-worker outside with him on the busier night, but most of the time it was him. Then he’d head inside and help grab empty glasses and survey the scene for overly drunk people. The bartenders would nod towards specific people and Harry would get them the fuck out.

It was tough at a college bar because people would often come to the bar already smashed. Their parties would get ruined by noise complaints, so everyone over twenty-one would come down to have some more fun. That’s not to say people wouldn’t try to sneak in, that’s when more of the flirting will happen.

“I just wanna dance with my friends, please? You can even stamp my hand.”

“No can do, come back in a few months.”

Harry was going for his MBA, and wanted to be a business owner someday. He got paid well as a bouncer, especially since he had boxing experience. His boss knew he could take care of business when need be. His boss, Greg, had taken him under his wing. Not only did Greg own the bar, but he also owned some off-campus apartments. He told Harry once he had his MBA a property manager job would be waiting for him. It would be an incredible start for Harry as buying and selling homes was something he really wanted to get into. He even wouldn’t mind owning the bar, or some bar, himself one day. He had time to figure it out.

For now, he was perfectly complacent working Tuesday through Sunday (technically Saturday, but the bar closes at 1:30AM), getting free drinks and food when he wanted, and listening to music. Luckily, his classes were either online, or in the afternoons, some were even weekend intensives, all of it was manageable.

//

Y/N worked at the university in town, also going for her master’s, but was only able to do so through her benefits as an employee. She didn’t get to go out that much, pretty much only when her friends were in town. One of her good friends, Mike, was in grad school for biology, and when her friends would come to stay with him, he’d invite her out. She had explained that unless it was a small thing at his place, or a night at the bar, she couldn’t really party with him or them if it was somewhere else. Nothing would look worse than her boss seeing her on barstool sports, hammered and popping her ass at some off-campus party where there could easily be people underage. It just wasn’t worth the risk.

Y/N only had guy friends, who she just referred to as her boyfriends. It wasn’t on purpose, it just sort of happened. She started hanging out with them her junior year of college when they were seniors, and they all just clicked. She had dated one of them earlier in the school year, but none of them put two and two together until later. She sort of absorbed them as a friend group, and the one she dated never really came around much.

Mike: hey, Y/N! The boys are coming into town this weekend. We plan to go to the bar Friday and Saturday night, will you come out???

Y/N: hey! Omfg I’d love to!

Mike: great! Can’t wait to see you

Y/N: same here, who exactly is coming?

Mike: Danny, Rob, Drew, and Conor

Y/N: amazing!! It’s gonna be a great weekend

//

There was a local band playing tonight. Harry didn’t love the way they sounded, and most people couldn’t wait for them to finish their set so the dance floor could open up, but it was a nice break from all of the overplayed music. The DJ on Fridays always spun the same tunes.

It was starting to get a little colder out at night, and even though Harry had been doing this a while, he still couldn’t quite understand how some of these people came out half dressed. People were coming in herds, and Harry had to turn a good chunk of them away. There was a $3.00 cover charge to see the band, but no one ever carries cash, and Harry couldn’t let them in without the cover. Simple as that.

He noticed this girl walking down to the entrance by herself. She had her hair up in a cute ponytail that flowed, and she was wearing skinny jeans with some booties, the jeans look to be high-waist. She was wearing a wind-breaker and a crop top. Not totally bundled up, but certainly more sensible than what many of the other people inside were wearing. As she got closer he could tell she had some light makeup on, but her eyes were done up. Whatever shadow she had on made her eyes pop.

Y/N had been to this bar many times, but not in a long time, and never at the hour Harry worked. Or maybe she had, but she had never really noticed him. As she approaches she gets her ID out and ready.

“Hi.” She smiles at him and hands him her ID to check.

Clearly not already intoxicated, good sign, he thinks to himself.

“Evening.” Harry mutters as he shines a small light on the ID, double checking it before handing it back to her. He catches her name; Y/N.

“Thanks.” She starts walking towards the door.

“There’s a cover tonight, three dollars.”

“What?” She scoffs. “Very funny.”

“Not kidding, we have bands a lot on Friday nights now…”

“Shit, it would have been nice for my friends to let me know, I would have stopped to get cash.” She fishes her phone out of her pocket. “And there’s never any service over here, ugh.”

Normally Harry would turn someone like this away, he would tell them where the nearest ATM was, and to have a nice night. But she looked up at him with wide eyes, and he couldn’t help himself. He sighs heavily and then speaks.

“Do you plan on drinking once you’re in there?”

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

“If I let you in, do you promise to tip the bartenders really well to make up for the three bucks?”

“Are you serious?” She perks up. “Yeah, of course!”

“Alright, go ahead.” He nods towards the door.

“Really?”

“Yeah, have fun.” He smiles, something he rarely did to the patrons.

“Thank you so much.” She smiles back and heads inside.

“Mate…” Niall, the other bouncer says. “Did you just let a girl flirt with you to get in?”

“No.” Harry scoffs. “I felt bad for her, that’s all. She looked panicked. Her friends clearly didn’t communicate with her properly.”

“Right.”

//

Inside, Y/N makes her way around to find her friends. She grins when she sees them all sitting down at a high top. She walks up and smacks Mike’s arms.

“Could have told me there was a cover.” She pouts and he gets up to hug her.

“Sorry, we didn’t know either. The bouncer made us go to an ATM.”

“It’s fine.” She says as she sits down and puts her jacket on the back of the seat. “He let me in for free.”

“Of course he did.” Conor rolls his eyes. “And don’t sit down, you have hugs to give out.”

“You’re right.” She giggles and gets up to hug all of her friends.

“We got you a drink already, at least.” Danny says, sliding it over to her.

“Ah, thank you, boys.” They all clink their glasses and get to drinking.

The band wasn’t terrible, but Y/N was definitely ready to dance with her friends. As soon as they packed up, and the DJ got on the turntables, they all made their way to the dancefloor. Y/N loved dancing with her friends, they always made her laugh, and the sleezy guys around usually left her alone. She could feel how lit she was and she knew she needed to slow down. Harry was at the point in the evening where he was standing inside, scoping out the scene. You walk by him giggling with Drew, you needed some fresh air and he needed a smoke.

“Shit, it’s cold out.” She says as she unties her jacket form around her waist.

“Mm, these keep me pretty warm.” Drew smirks as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“That’s a nasty habit.”

“I only smoke when I drink, chill.” He chuckles. “You offered to come outside with me.”

“Certainly wasn’t going to do it alone.” You wobble a bit as you stand. You hear a song you love come on and you both look at each other.

Drew puts his cigarette out, and you both run back inside, whipping right by Harry. He notices how your friends are people he made go to the ATM earlier. He also noticed they were all guys. He figured you weren’t dating one of them, if you had a boyfriend you probably would have said so, and if you had a proper boyfriend he either would have come with you to the bar, or would have waited for you outside.

“Hey, Greg wants you outside again.” Niall says.

“Why?”

“Because I guess the town cop is coming tonight to make sure people leave safely, and Greg knows you won’t say something stupid to him.”

“Oh, Tom’s coming? Love that guy, he’s so chill.”

“If you say so.” He shrugs.

“Alright, I’ll go back out.” Harry sighs and goes back out, pretty much forgetting about Y/N until it was 1:30 in the morning, and she was walking out with her friends.

She was laughing hysterically about something, and Harry was making small talk with Tom. She stops short in front of Harry.

“Hey!” She smiles.

“Y/N, come on.” Mike tugs on her arm.

“Hold on.” She scolds him and looks back at Harry. “I did what you said.”

“Which was what?”

“Tip the bartenders well.” She bats her lashes at him. “You let me in without the cover, which was super nice, so I wanted you to know I did what you said.”

“Oh…um…good, thanks.”

“Come on, Y/N, I’ll give you a piggy back ride back to the apartment.” Mike says and she immediately gets excited. Y/N hated walking anywhere while she was drunk.

Harry watches as she hops on the man’s back, and wraps herself around him happily as the group walks up the small hill to the street.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you at such a loss for words.” Tom nudges him. “Thought the college girls didn’t affect you.”

“They don’t…and she’s not just some college girl, she’s a little older, I saw on her license. She’s around my age.” Harry shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter, I’ve never seen her before, and I’ll probably never see her again.”

//

Or so Harry thought when she came strolling down with all of the same guys. This time around she had a ripped pair of black skinny jeans on, not so high-waist, Harry could see her belly piercing, and she was wearing a white crop top. Her hair was half up, and flowed down her shoulders. She looked pretty, gorgeous really. All of them were giggling over something, and it was already 11:30, so Harry assumed they had already started drinking.

“Hello.” Y/N smiles and hands him her ID.

“Evening.” He says as he shines the light over the card. “All set.” He says as he hands it back.

“No smile tonight?”

“Go inside, would you?” He says as he checks the other ID’s.

“Too bad.” She giggles. “You have a nice smile.”

“Y/N.” Rob hushes her and leads her inside.

“Hear that, mate, you got a nice smile.” Niall jokes.

“Shut up.” Harry grumbles and crosses his arms.

//

The boys all wanted to play pool, which Y/N sucked at, so she just happily stood by sipping her drink, swaying to the music. She munches on popcorn, and notices Harry going around collecting empty glasses and bringing them behind the bar. She notices how he smiles at the bartenders, letting them nudge him playfully.

He looks over and sees her looking at him and his eyes widen. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she keeps looking at him. She smiles and bites the straw in her drink, and his face flushes before turning away. Harry wasn’t an easily flustered man, so he was extremely confused. When he looks over in that direction he finds her cheering on her friends. He wondered why you weren’t playing, billiards weren’t that difficult.

Later on when she was on the dance floor with her friends, they point over to the door where Harry was effortlessly carrying someone out.

“Damn, that guy must have been fucked up!” Danny says.

“Yeah!” Mike says.

“I wonder how I could get him to pick me up like that?!” Y/N says and the boys laugh.

“Are you gonna try to pick him up?!” Conor says.

“Not tonight, it’s boy’s night!” She backs her ass up to Drew and he laughs as he dances with her. “But maybe another time, he’s cute!”

“Last night was boy’s night.” Rob scoffs. “Go on and get yourself some.”

“Maybe when he’s less busy.” She laughs.

Harry was about to go on a fifteen minute break as he was carrying some empties to the glass racks. Right when he was walking back to the main area, he bumped into someone, causing them to spill their drink on the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He sighs.

“Oh! No, that was my fault, I…” Y/N looks up at Harry. “I should have been more careful.”

“Can I get you a new one?” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Really, it’s okay, not that much spilled.” Harry nods at her. “So…you work here, that’s cool.”

“Yeah.”

“Saw you toss that guy out, does that happen often.”

“Maybe a couple times of week.” Harry shrugs.

“You seemed like you were in a hurry, am I keeping you from something?”

“No, I was just headed for my break.” He looks her up and down, she was so pretty, and maybe it was the couple of shots he had in his system, but he was feeling more bold than usual. “There’s an office in the back I usually go hang in for a bit…it’s quiet.” He steps a little closer to her.

“Do you wanna show me?”

Harry nods at her and she smiles. She follows close behind him to the back office. Now, normally this wasn’t something Harry did. Hooking up with drunk girls while he was barely inebriated himself wasn’t an activity he participated in often. Having worked at the bar for a good chunk of time now, though, he’s able to tell that she’s fine. She can stand on her own feet fine, and she’s not wobbling around.

“How many drinks have you had?” He asks as he closes the door, locking it.

“This is my second.” She says as she places it on the desk.

“And before coming down?”

“Just a couple of shot.” She shrugs. “How long is your break?” She walks towards him.

“Fifteen minutes.”

“And how would you like to spend that little chunk of time?” She says as she presses her hands to his chest.

Harry’s answer is to cup her jaw and lean down to kiss her, which she happily accepts. Her lips were sticky-sweet with the cranberry juice from her drink. He runs his tongue over her bottom lip before sucking on it. She tugs on his shirt as she balls it up in her fists. His hands move to her hips to walk her back towards the desk.

“Is this okay?” He whispers against her lips.

“Yes.” She smiles up at him. “You’re right, it is quiet in here.”

Harry smirks at her and attaches his lips to hers again. Her hands splay across his back, and she runs her nails down the length of him. She’s back up against the desk with his leg between her. His hands slide down to her ass and he squeezes what he can, getting a gasp from her.

“Um, what’s your name?” She says as he kisses from her jaw to her neck.

“It’s Harry.” He mumbles against her.

“I’m Y/N.” She grunts as his teeth graze her soft skin. “That feels good, but I don’t think you have time for all that.”

He moves to look at her, eyes pleading to have him just touch her already.

“You really wanna do this?” His asks as he grips onto the waistband of her jeans.

“Yes, would have tried to last night, but I was way too fucked up.”

“And you’re not tonight?”

“Nope.”

“How do you want it?”

“Just bend me over the desk.”

A soft groan leaves Harry’s lips. He undoes her jeans, and slides his hand inside to get a feel for her, and her back arches. She bites her bottom lip as his fingers graze over her folds.

“Just wanna make sure you’re wet enough for me.” He kisses her again as she grinds against his hand. She whines when he takes his hand away. “Turn around.” She nods and braces herself with her palms gripping the edge of the desk.

“Wait!” She says and rummages through her purse. “Condom.” She gives him a shy smile as he takes it.

“Good catch.”

He tears it open with his teeth and undoes his belt and zipper, tugging his boxers and pants down just enough to get his hard dick out. He rolls the condom down his length. You tug down your own jeans and panties. The lights in the office were dim, so neither of them felt over exposed. It was the perfect atmosphere, really.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth and reaches between her folds again, finger her for a moment or two just to make sure she was good to go.

“Please.” She whimpers as she looks over her shoulder at him.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

Harry nods and grips her hips as he slowly pushes inside her. Y/N’s mouth falls open as he keeps feeding it into her.

“Oh my god.” She breathes.

“Alright?”

“Yeah, you can move.” She looks at him briefly. “And remember, you have to be quick.”

“Want it fast, is that what you’re telling me?” He smirks and she nods with hooded eyes.

Harry pulls almost all the way out and slams back into her. She gasps, but she encourages him to do it again. And he does, over and over until he gets a comfortable rhythm going. He was drilling into her, but she seemed okay. He snakes an arm around her chest so he can grope at one of her breasts. She arches into him, and her head falls back against his shoulder. He licks into her mouth while his other hand works to rub her clit. She moans into his mouth, and he hooks an arm around his head to tug at his hair, causing him to moan into her mouth. He slows his pace up to focus on her. She was moving her hips in sync with the motions of his fingers on her clit.

“Fuck.” She groans. Her breathing gets heavier and faster and she bites his bottom lip to stifle her cry. She bucks into his hand as she climaxes.

“Okay.” He breathes, and pushes her back over the desk. He grips both of her hips and gives it to her full forces. “Good?” He grunts.

“Y-yeah!” She gasps. With each stroke he was hitting deeper and deeper, brushing her g-spot. “D-don’t stop.”

He could feel his orgasm bubbling at the base of spine, and his stomach was starting to tighten. She was squeezing around him, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, especially when he looks down at the way her ass bounces back against him.

“Shit, fuck.” He moans out as he releases into the condom and he gasps when he feels her squeeze around him again, another release of her own coinciding.

He pulls out of her slowly and wraps the condom in a tissue before throwing it away. He didn’t need Greg giving him a tough time. He pulls his pants back up all the way and watches as she does the same.

“Sorry, I don’t have any rags in here, uh-“

“It’s okay, I’ll just go use the bathroom.” She wipes his fingers under eyes and looks at herself using the camera on her phone. Her voice was a little hoarse now, so she takes a sip of her almost forgotten drink. She makes a relieved noise once the cool liquid hits her throat. “Look at that.” She says, pointing to the clock on the wall. “You’ve got two minutes to spare.” She winks and leaves him standing there.

“Holy shit.” He says to himself as he makes sure the office is in order. He scarfs down a granola bar, and heads back into the bar. He looks for Y/N, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

There she was, back on the dancefloor with her friends. She was grinding back against one of her friends, who could only assume was one of her friends, he could easily be her second fuck for the night. Harry furrows his brows and then snaps out of it. It was a simple one-night-stand, if one could even call it that, he felt good after his release.

Last call on a Saturday night never failed to irritate Harry. There was usually a few different girls that stayed until the last second to try to pick him up, but he never went. Those girls were usually way too drunk, and it just wasn’t worth it to him. He was behind the bar now, helping the bar tenders get the last few orders in, and square up some tabs. He sees Y/N walk up to the bar with one of her friends.

“I’ve got it, Y/N.” Conor says.

“No, you’re not paying for me again.”

“Technically Danny got all the drinks last night.”

“Yeah, so it’s my turn.”

“Your money’s no good. Hey, man, put everything of hers on Donovan.” Conor says to Harry and he nods.

“No! I can pay for my own drinks!” She laughs at her friend. “You’re the worst.”

“We’re just taking care of you, Y/N.” Conor puts his arm around her and she leans her head on his shoulder.

“Here.” Harry slides the card and receipt to Conor. He looks at Y/N and she looks at him, a grin growing on her face, and a blush growing on his. “Have a good night.” He says more so to her.

“I don’t think it could get much better than it already is.” She says to him.

“Not true, we’re gonna go stuff our faces with pizza and have a group snuggle, what’s better than that?” Conor says to her as he signs the slip and leaves a decent tip.

“Oh, god, yeah, I really need to snuggle right now.” She says to her friend with a pout.

“I’ll bet.” He winks at her and leads her away from the bar.

Harry’s face turns beat red. Did she tell them what she went off to go do? He didn’t want rumors being spread that the bouncer fucks. He needed to keep some authority, after all. People start leaving, and others linger until the lights flip on at closing. Harry helps clean up and gets everyone out of the bar. He hadn’t seen Y/N again, but that was okay.

“So, you had a good break.” Niall teases him as they head to their apartment, which was conveniently just above the bar.

“What do you mean?”

“Saw you go into the office with that girl.”

“So what if I did?” Harry shrugs. “Not like you haven’t done it before.”

“Oh, I’m not judging at all, please know that. I’m more so just shocked. Usually you shoot every person that flirts with you down.”

“I know, I don’t really know what came over me, but she was hot so.” He shrugs again. “I’m going to bed, I’m exhausted.”

“I’m sure you.” Niall nudges him as they make their separate ways to their rooms.

//

Y/N woke up spooning Rob, and with Drew spooning her. Not the most unusual way to wake up with her friends. She felt gross as she sat up. She was cozy in some borrowed sweats, but there was an ache in her stomach and between her legs. The stomach was easily from the amount of sugar she had from the cranberry juice in her drinks, and between her legs, well, a sexy bouncer comes to mind for that.

Everyone slowly gets up and they all decide to go out for brunch, just like old times. They laugh and reminisce over the fun the weekend brought them all.

“Wait, so did you really hook up with that dude?” Mike asks.

“Mhm.” She giggles as she sips her coffee. “It was good too.”

“Define good.” Rob says.

“I had two orgasms that I didn’t have to conjure up myself, I’d say that’s pretty good.” She says bluntly and they all laugh.

“Do you think you’ll try to see him again?” Conor asks.

“Oh god, I have no idea. I have no reason to go to the bar unless you all are here.”

“You could always go down with Mike on trivia night or something.” Drew says.

“Mm, no, I don’t like going out on work nights. I’m always way too tired the next morning.”

“You don’t have to drink. Come on, when was the last time we went to trivia night?” Mike says.

“True…maybe next week? I don’t wanna seem too eager, you know? I’m not really looking for anything serious right now, and I don’t need him thinking I’m stalking him.”

“Don’t force her, man, if she just wants it to be a one night stand she can leave it as that.” Danny says.

“See, he gets it.” She says.

//

Harry had thought of the pretty girl he fucked in his boss’ office only a couple of times, and then he slowly let her slip away. He had class and schoolwork to occupy his head. The same could be said for Y/N. Harry had left some after affects, but he slowly faded in her mind as well.

Well, it had faded until she was mindlessly swiping through Bumble one night, and she came across his profile. Even if she hadn’t already met him, she would have liked him. He really did have a nice smile, and his pictures weren’t the standard douchebag pictures. She decides to swipe right and see what happens. She wasn’t sure how often he used the app, if at all, but she was interested to see if she’d see anything from him.

On a Sunday evening, after getting some homework done, Harry went on to Bumble to see if he had any notifications. He used the app less and less as he didn’t want to accidentally hook up with someone that might be too young for him. His eyes widen when he comes across Y/N’s profile.

“So she is from around here.” He says to himself. He had thought maybe you had just come into town for that weekend for some fun with friends. He takes a leap of faith and swipes right. He smirks when he sees it’s a match.

Harry preferred Bumble to the other “dating” apps out there. He never wanted to make someone uncomfortable, so he liked that the girl had to message first.

Y/N was just getting out of the shower when she saw the notification from Bumble that she had a new match. Her jaw drops when she sees that it’s Harry.

Y/N: let’s go out on Friday night…I matched with that bouncer on Bumble…but I’d rather talk in person

Mike: sounds like a plan to me! I’ll be the perfect wingman

Y/N: don’t think I exactly need your help for that lol

Mike: maybe you can be mine then

Y/N: deal

//

Harry had completely forgotten about the Bumble thing until he saw Y/N strolling down the hill with Mike. She gets her ID ready for him.

“Is there a cover tonight?” She asks him. His gaze on her was intense, like they both knew about the giant elephant looming around them.

“No band tonight.”

“Ah.”

He checks Mike’s ID, and the two go inside. The sit down at the bar after Mike makes up a bowl of popcorn.

“Don’t let me drink too much.” She tells him. “I’m gonna try to nurse a vodka-lemonade for a bit.”

“You got it. Hey, maybe you could give me another shot of showing you how to play pool?”

“I’m looking to get laid again, I don’t need to make a fool of myself, Michael.”

“He could think it’s cute, maybe he could teach you.”

“He’s on the job.”

After the nightly rush, Harry’s relieved from the cold, and comes inside to do his other duties. He gathers up empty glasses, cleans up anything that’s spilled, and goes behind the bar. He notices Y/N about halfway done with her drink.

“Are you gonna want another?”

“I could certainly use another blue moon.” Mike grins at Harry and he nods.

Y/N watches as Harry’s muscles flex as he pulls the tap. He grabs an orange wedge to put on the lip of the glass and slides it over to Mike.

“Thanks.” Mike throws a couple of singles on the bar and Harry pockets them.

“Well?”

“Trying to get me drunk?” She smirks. “Thought you might like me a little more sober.”

Harry smirks and leans on the bar so he can talk a little closer to her.

“Don’t tell me you came all the way down here just to see me again?”

“Maybe.” She shrugs and takes a careful sip of her drink. “What time you off?”

“Two.”

“Places closes at 1:30…”

“Mhm, and then I have side-work. You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to.”

“No…I’ll wait.” She looks at her watch. “It’s only a couple of hours anyways.”

Harry nods and walks away to get back to work. Mike gives Y/N a thumbs up of approval.

“Well, if you won’t play pool with me, will you at least go dance with me once I’m done with this drink?”

“Oh, without question.”

There were plenty of people on the dancefloor. Y/N didn’t love coming to the bar often, only because sometimes she’d run into some of her student workers and it could get a little awkward. For the most part, things seemed safe. She was having a great time with Mike, but her eyes kept scanning the room for Harry. Once in a while they’d lock eyes and smile awkwardly, fully knowing what was most likely going to go down at the end of the night. When 1:30 hit, she let Mike go square up his tab so she could chat with Harry.

“So…” She says as she approaches him. He was putting chairs on top of tables.

“Mine or yours?” He asks bluntly. “I live right upstairs, but if you felt more comfortable at your place then-“

“Yours.” She smiles. “Yours sounds good.” Y/N didn’t like bringing men home that she didn’t know all that well. His place was better.

“Okay.” He looks around the bar and furrows his brows. “You gotta get rid of your friend, we’re not really supposed to let a lot of people hang around.”

“Oh, alright, well, where should I wait?”

“Take a seat at the bar, it’s fine.”

She nods and goes over to Mike to say goodnight. He winks at her and tells her to call if she needs anything. Niall was running around with Harry mopping the floors and cleaning everything up while the bartenders cleaned up the bar. They gave Y/N a couple of knowing looks, but other than that no one seemed phased that she was waiting for him.

“Hang down here a minute.” Harry says to Niall. “I’d like to get her in my room first.”

“Say no more, I’m actually headed to a little cutie’s of my own.” Niall winks. “Have fun.” He says as he heads out.

“Y/N?” She turns to look at him. “Ready?”

“Mhm.” She smiles and follows him up a set of stairs.

Harry unlocks the door to let them both in and she looks around. It was a decent enough set up.

“Can I get you anything?” He asks as he closes the door.

“No, I’m all set.” She presses him against the wall and wraps her arms around his neck. “There’s really only one thing I want from you, anyways.”

He leans down to kiss her, and her fingers lace through his hair. His hands slide down her sides to her butt, to the backs of her thighs.

“Jump.” He says, and she does so. She kisses on his neck as he carries her to his room.

He doesn’t bother with the light, he just kicks his door shut, the only light in the room coming in through the shades from the street lights. He gets her on his bed and they both work to get each other’s clothes off. He gets her jeans off and she lays back as he kisses on the fleshy parts of the tops of her breasts. She tugs his shirt off and runs her hands up and down his torso. She could just make out some of the tattoos he had. Interesting, she thinks.

“You have condoms?” She asks as he unhooks her bra.

“Yeah.”

She hum in approval and lets him continue getting to know her body. He swirls his tongue around one of her nipples before sucking on it. His hand goes between her legs, and rubs her covered clit. She feels him pull the material to the side, and then she feels him slip his middle finger in, the cool from his rings causing her to gasp.

“You were really tight last time, did I hurt you?” He mumbles against her neck as he gently sucks on her skin.

“N-no, I would have told you if it hurt.”

Harry kisses her as he slides another finger inside her warm center. Her mouth falls open as his thumb rubs her puffy clit. She reaches between them, and pets him over his boxers. He groans into her neck and starts pumping his fingers faster, curling them, hoping to find that spot of hers.

“Oh, oh!” She gasps. “Just like that, oh fuck, please don’t stop!” She has to clutch at the blankets on his bed to ground herself.

He kneads her breast with his other hand, and wraps his lips back around her other nipple, consuming just about all of her senses. She was panting and moaning and squeezing around his fingers. He feels her pulse around him and her legs twitch as she comes to her release.

“Shit.” She breathes with a smile on her face. “You’re good at that.”

“Don’t it’ll go right to my head.” He smirks. “Let me go get a condom.” He kisses her forehead before getting up to rummage through his desk drawer.

Y/N wriggles out of her now drenched panties, and tosses them somewhere on the floor, and gets more comfortable on his bed. As good as the office sex was she was sort of happy to be somewhere they could do a little more.

“Ready for me?” He asks as he gets on the bed.

“Mhm.”

He parts her legs and gets situated between them, running his tip along her folds and clit. She lifts her hips towards him, and it makes him good knowing how impatient she was. He pushes inside her and bottoms out.

“Jesus!” She gasps.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts as he starts to move.

“I think you’re just big.” She moans as he rocks in and out of her. “Not complaining though.”

He comes down closer to her, and hooks one of her legs under his arm to thrust in deeper. It has her head rolling back. She gets a fistful of his hair and he moans as she tugs on it.

“You like that, huh?” She says into his ear and she feels him nod yes. Harry nibbles on her earlobe before responding.

“What do you like?” His deep voice in hear ear was enough to send her flying to the moon.

“God, anything you wanna do to me I think I’d like.” He moves to look at her with a raise eyebrow. “Within reason of course.”

“Wanna get on top?”

“Sure.”

He pulls out and shifts to sit up against the headboard. She was a little surprised since most guys liked to lay flat when she rode them, but she wasn’t going to watch him on it. She swings her leg of his lap to properly sink down on him. When she starts to move he stops her.

“I wanted you on top, that doesn’t mean you need to do anything.” He pecks her lips and thrusts him into her, her mouth forming an ‘O’. “Deeper, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She licks into his mouth as he grips her hips to move her on and off his cock. “Fuck.” She whispers in his ear. She was going to come soon, and she knew it. She wanted to hold on a little longer, but she also just really wanted to let go. “H-Harry, fuck, I-“

“Go on, come, Y/N.”

She cries out into his neck, tugging his hair maybe a little too hard. She just misses the moan he lets out as he spills into the condom. They stay there like that for a moment before she gets off him.

“Bathroom?” She says, reaching for the shirt he was wearing earlier.

“Just down the hall on the left.”

“Great, thanks.” She slips out the door and Harry gets his boxers on after throwing the condom out. She comes back in and shines her flashlight on the floor to find her clothes. “It’s really late, you can crash if you want.”

“Oh, that’s alright.” She says. “I’ll sleep better in my own bed. Besides, the last thing I need to run into any of the students on my way home in the morning.”

“Do you, um, work at the university?” He hadn’t even thought to ask.

“Yeah.” She tugs her jeans on and snatches her shirt from the floor.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why didn’t you message me after matched?”

“Oh.” She blushes. “I don’t know…I like doing these things in person better.”

“Me too. I only swiped to see if you did.”

“So, you’re not, like, seeing anyone else?”

“Not on the regular, no. What about you?” She shakes her head no at him. “Do you want my number?”

“And what would I do with it?” She smirks.

“Use it to give me a heads up if you’re coming to the bar or…or if you just want me after one of my shifts.” She bites her bottom lip and hands him her phone. He puts his number in and texts himself. “Can I give you a ride home or anything?”

“No, I’m parked right out on the street, actually, but thank you.”

“Well, let me at least walk you out there.”

“Okay.”

Harry throws on some sweats and leads Y/N out. He walks her down to her car, and he presses her up against it, kissing her before letting her go. Once her car is out of sight he heads back up to his room. He wasn’t sure how often they’d communicate, but at least he knew if she didn’t feel like waiting for him in the bar, they could just plan it out better.

//

Y/N didn’t want to come off as greedy or clingy. She didn’t want to text him every time she felt like getting railed, but she couldn’t stop thinking about his dick, or how he used it. He was careful and aggressive all at the same time. She could tell he respected her, maybe all women in general, just by the way he would check in. It was a wonder to her how no one else was fucking him, well, maybe they were. Just because he said he didn’t have anything else on the regular didn’t mean he didn’t have an assortment of numbers in his phone. The following Saturday night she couldn’t sleep, and before she even had a chance to text him, he texted her.

Harry: you up?

Now, usually a text like that would make her eyes roll out of her head, but it was nice coming from him. He was clearly up because it was one in the morning and he was working. If anything it was courteous.

Y/N: yeah

Harry: how come?

Y/N: couldn’t sleep

Harry: maybe I could come tire you out when I get off work

Y/N: you know, I love a home remedy as opposed to taking a pill, so that sounds good to me, I’ll text you my address

Harry: 👍

Y/N bites her bottom lip and springs out of bed. She wanted to tidy up a little before he got there. Maybe they could just fuck on her couch or something. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him in her room just yet, but it might not be up to her when he gets there. She’d let him fuck her where he wanted. She wanted to make herself look cute, but she wasn’t sure how much he’d really care. She decides to change into a tank top and shorts as she waits for him.

Around 2:15AM there’s a knock on her door, jolting her awake from the couch.

“I’m getting too old for this.” She says as she rubs her eyes. She gets up and opens the door for him. “Hi, Ha-mph!”

He cuts her off by cupper her jaw and kissing her. He kicks her door closed, and picks her up.

“Sorry I’m late, where’s your room?” The girl simply points him in the direction of where to go and she lets him carry her there. “I even tried to leave early, but these idiots were causing problems.” He says as he gets his shoes and socks off, along with his shirt. “I had to break up this fight and it was a whole thing.” He unbuckles his belt and lets his pants drop to the floor.

“No worries, I figured you’d get here eventually.” She shrugs and works on getting herself naked. “You promised to help tire me out, after all.”

“That I did.” He smirks and pulls her towards him for a searing kiss.

Harry pushes her back on the bed, and kisses down her body. Her skin felt soft and smelled cocoa butter, she must have put lotion on before he got there. He looks up at her just as he reaches her naval.

“Can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Eat you out.”

“Oh! Um, only if you really want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Well, yeah, but only if you want to also. I don’t like when guys just do it to do it, you know?”

“I can assure you that’s not the type of guy I am.”

“Okay.”

He kisses and sucks on her inner thigh, marking her up, and then he licks a flat stripe up her center. He does this a few times, just getting a feel for how she tastes, and then he swirls the tip of his tongue around her clit.

“Shit.” She breathes. “Found it pretty fast.” She pushes some hair out of his face as he smirks up at her.

“S’not rocket science.”

Before she can say anything she’s gasping as he sucks on her clit. She gets a grip on his hair as she grits her teeth. He works her up, almost to the brink, and then he drags his tongue around her folds. He licks into her center and she cries out from the warm feeling of his tongue. His thumb rubs circles into her clit as continues to give her the best head she’s ever had. Every time he moaned against her she moaned louder. She couldn’t believe he was enjoying it so much. Her legs were starting to shake around him and she just wanted to close him in around her, but he had his other hand pressed firmly on one of her thighs to keep her open.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Her back arches off the bed as she comes on his tongue. He laps her up before kissing up her body. “Let me put my mouth on you too.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He lays down next to her. “But come sit on me and I’ll do you at the same time.”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N feels giddy as she situates herself over Harry’s head. She leans forward to get him out of his boxers. His hard dick slaps back against his stomach. She spits into her and grips him. She feels him jolt underneath her and she chuckles. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to concentrate on giving him a blow job while he was slurping away at her again, but she’d do her best. She gives him a few pumps before wrapping her lips around his tip. He groans into her and squeezes the backs of her thighs. She sinks lower on him and bobs up and down. She has to dig her nails into one of his thighs to keep herself from gagging on him. She decides to focus on sucking his tip and pumping the rest.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.” He tells hers, but she doesn’t let up. He starts panting and fingers her because he just can’t use his mouth on her right now.

“Oh, fuck, don’t’ stop.” She pops off him to say and then goes back to sucking him off.

She comes around his fingers just as his hot come shoots up into her throat. He hears her gulp as she swallows and then she licks his tip clean. She rolls off him and giggles, he giggles too, and she props herself up on her elbows to look at him.

“What?”

“Think that’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh.”

“Chalk it up to being lightheaded.” He sighs. “Just give me a minute, and then I’ll fuck you.”

“If you’re too tired, we don’t have to-“

“M’not tired, I just need a second.” He gives her ankle a squeeze.

“Want some water?”

“Sure, that’d be great.”

She gets up and quickly shuffles into her kitchen to get a glass of water. She takes a sip first before going back into her bedroom. She hands it to him and he thanks her. She knees onto the bed and sits next to him.

“You have condoms?” He asks.

“Mhm.” She reaches over into her bed side table takes one out.

“Alright, I’m ready if you are.” He says, taking it from her.

“If I lay on my stomach, will you get on top and fuck me from behind?”

“Uh, yeah.” He clears his throat. He liked a girl that was blunt and forward.

She smiles and gets on her stomach for him. He parts her lips and slides in, she was still plenty wet. She groans into her pillow as he rocks in and out of her. He snakes his hand between her and the bed to rub her clit.

“God, you’re so attentive.” She says, looking over her shoulder at him in amazement.

He smirks at her and gives her a bum a smack before pushing her head back down into the pillow. His chest was flush with her back, and they were moving in a perfect rhythm with each other. She was white knuckling her blankets feeling the damn about to break again.

“Oh, shit, fuck, Harry!” She cries out as she comes again. He gives her a few harsh thrusts before he fills the condom up. Once he pulls out she rolls onto her back. “Trash is over there.” She breathes, pointing to the can in the corner.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” She gets up and slips out to use the bathroom. He’s just pulling his boxers on when she comes back. She throws on a large tee shirt to cover herself up a bit.

“Tired now?” He smirks at her.

“Very.” She chuckles. “Um…it’s, like, almost four in the morning…you can stay if you don’t feel like driving.”

“Oh, um, that would be great actually…if you’re sure.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

Harry nods and stands up.

“Bathroom?”

“Just outside the door on the right.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N hadn’t let a guy sleep over in a while, but it would only be for a few hours, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Harry comes back in a few moments later smelling like mint.

“Used some of your mouth wash, hope that’s alright.”

“It’s fine.” She smiles and gets settled into bed with him. “Well, goodnight.”

“Night.”

She rolls over and he turns with her, spooning her. She adjusts into him, getting especially comfy, and before she knows it, she’s drifting off, and so is he.

The next morning, Y/N wakes up to the sounds of Harry rustling about getting his clothes on.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay.” She yawns with a stretch of her arms. “Do you want me to make some coffee or…?”

“No, I’m gonna crash when I get back, I just wanted to get out of your hair.” He runs a hand through his hair. “That was fun, last night.”

“Mhm.” She smiles and curls up in her blankets. “It’s been fun every time.”

“What if, uh, I mean, would you want to make this a regular thing? My schedule is the way it is, so relationships are tough, but this…is easier.”

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t want a relationship right now, but having sex with a hot guy is certainly something I’d like to continue doing.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.” He smiles and knees onto the bed to peck her lips.

“What time does your shift usually start? Not that I don’t love waiting up until after two in the morning, but I’m not usually awake that late.”

“Oh, right, um, I usually go in around seven. I help out at the end of the dinner rush. Get the place set up and all that.”

“I usually get out of work around 4:30 most days…”

“I typically have Sundays and Mondays off too, just FYI.”

“You know, I think this could work out well.” She smiles.

“So do I.” He kisses her again before getting off the bed. “I’ll text you later, or, I don’t know maybe you could text me first.” He says sarcastically.

“I was actually going to text you last night, but you got to me first.” She giggles.

“Right.” He rolls his eyes. “See ya later, Y/N.”

“Bye, Harry.”

//

“You’ve been exceptionally chipper lately.” Y/N’s colleague, Lilly, says at lunch on Monday.

“I’m getting laid, that’s why.” Y/N was close with Lilly, it wasn’t unusual for them to have a conversation like this.

“Oh? With who?”

“Do you ever go down to the Yard Dog?”

“The bar where all the students go?” She laughs. “No.”

“Okay, well I go there when my friends come to visit because it’s nostalgic for us, you know? Anyways, there’s this bouncer that works there…and one thing led to another one night and I fucked him in the back office of the building.”

“Oh shit.”

“I know! And then we matched on Bumble a little later, so I went to the bar again, and I waited for him and we fucked at his place, and then the other day he came to my place. We have a regular thing going now.”

“Damn…is it the British guy?”

“Yeah! His name is Harry, do you know him?”

“Yeah, I recruited him for the MBA program.” Lilly worked with international students at the graduate level. Y/N worked in grad admissions as well, but at the domestic level. “I told him to look for a job down there, guess he listened.”

“He’s nice enough, quiet, and sort of intimidating, but he’s nice to me.”

“Well, that’s all that matters.” She laughs. “When do you think you’ll see him again?”

“I don’t know…I was thinking of texting him to come over tonight because he doesn’t work on Monday nights…is that too eager?”

“No way. It’s been established that you’re using each other for a specific service, I say go for it.”

“Right, like, it’s just sex, it’s not like I need to make him dinner or anything.”

“Don’t offer him any food at all. As soon as you share a meal with the person you’re sleeping with, it becomes more.”

“Shit, you’re right…good call.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

After lunch Y/N goes back to her office and contemplates texting Harry. It really shouldn’t be this difficult, they agreed to make it a regular thing, she should be able to just let him know what she wants.

Y/N: hey, Harry…are you free around 7 tonight?

She sent it, and took a deep breath. It’s fine, this is fine.

Harry: I can be, my place or yours?

She nearly squeals when she sees the response.

Y/N: could we do mine if it’s not too much trouble?

Harry: no trouble at all, see you then

“I could give him some wine or something.” She says to herself. “I know I’ll need to have a glass.”

//

Y/N wasn’t sure what she should wear. Should she stay in her work clothes, which she looked awfully cute in, or should she put something sexier on? Would he even care? She groans to herself as she goes to change into a nicer set of underwear. Maybe he’d appreciate some lace.

“I should really go shopping for some lingerie.” She huffs. Y/N did, however, have a silk robe, so that paired with the lacey underwear would be good enough.

She goes into her kitchen and gets two glasses down, and fills one just under halfway with some sweet red wine. She takes a generous sip, and sighs. There’s a knock at the door, and she goes to answer. She has to keep herself from drooling when she sees him. He was dressed so differently. Usually he was in all black, but tonight he was wearing a long sleeve blue shirt with the first few buttons undone, and a dark blue pair of jeans. He was wearing a black jacket to tie the whole thing together along with a beanie.

“Hey, come on in.” She smiles as he steps inside.

“Getting bloody cold out.” He says as you close the door. “You look cozy.”

“Cozy?” She pouts at him.

“Cute.” He says as he shrugs his jacket off. She unties her robe to slightly reveal how little she has on underneath. “Sexy.”

“Much better.” She giggles. “Would you like a glass of wine or anything?”

“No, thanks.”

He grabs her and holds her from behind. He kisses her cheek, her jaw, and then her neck. She cranes it to give him better access, and he walks her over to the couch. He slides her robe off and turns her around.

“Very sexy.” He pecks her lips. “You wore this for me?”

“I just wanted to look nice.” She starts unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. “Let’s go to the bedroom, it’s comfier.”

Harry nods and follows her in. He cups her jaw as she undoes his pants, and he licks into her mouth. She palms him over his boxers, and he bucks closer into her hand.

“Really wanted my dick tonight, hm?”

“Mhm.”

She puts her hands on his hips and pushes him to sit down on the bed. She sucks on his bottom lips and kisses her way down his stomach until she’s on her knees in front of him. She tugs his boxers off and looks up at him as she wraps her lips around his tip. He runs a soothing hand through her hair and keeps it out of her face for her. She sinks lower on him before popping all the way off and taking him in her hand. She brings her lips back to his tip and just rubs it around her low lip before licking over his slit.

“Feels amazing, Y/N.” His head rolls back momentarily, but he doesn’t want to miss a second, so he forces himself to look back down. “I don’t wanna wait to fuck you…”

She sucks on him a little longer before getting back up. She takes a condom out from one of the cups of her bra and hands it to him as she wiggles out of her panties. She unhooks her bra and lets it drop to the floor. He grabs her hips and turns her around. She sits in his lap as he lines himself up and she moans out. He reaches around front to rub her clit while she moves up and down on him. She turns to face him and she licks into his mouth. She swallows a groan from him. His other hand kneads her breast, and he kisses on her shoulder, biting down just enough to make her gasp. Her head rolls back to his shoulder.

“H-Harry.” She whimpers.

He thrusts up inside her, and she loses all control. She lets him move her, bounce her, whatever she wants. His fingers on her clit felt incredible. Y/N had hooked up with plenty of guys, but Harry was so different. He was attentive. He asked the important questions, and nothing more. She didn’t need to get to know him other than his body, and he felt the same way about her. This was perfect.

“Y/N I’m gonna come.” He grunts into her ear.

“M-me too.” She pants.

She feels him fill up the condom just as she’s coming around him. He peppers her neck and shoulder with kisses before he helps her off of him. She grabs a tee shirt to throw on while he grabs all of his clothes to get dressed.

“Thanks for coming by.” She says as she walks him to the door.

“Thanks for the invite.” He smirks as he gets his beanie back on.

“I felt bad since it was sort of short notice.”

“Gave you my number for a reason, didn’t I? Never be afraid to use it.” He hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her in for a kiss. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” She smiles and so does he. He leaves shortly after that.

Y/N finishes her glass of wine, takes a shower, and puts herself to sleep. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

//

Things continued you like that for a few weeks. Sometimes Y/N would go over to Harry’s before his shift for a quickie, or if she could stay up, he’d zip over to her place after his shift. If it was a particularly late night, they would sleepover, but other than that they wouldn’t. Not that the either didn’t offer, they were both polite people.

“You seeing that girl again this weekend?” Niall says to Harry as he whips up dinner on Thursday.

“No, I have a weekend intensive, I’m getting an elective out of the way.”

“Are you still working?!”

“I am tonight, but I have Friday and Saturday night off. I couldn’t pass up the tips on ladies night.”

“I hear that.” Niall sets a plate of pancakes in front of Harry.

“Thanks.” He takes a bite. “Do you think I should let her know I won’t be around this weekend?”

“Like ahead of time?”

“Yeah, like, what if she texts me expecting me to come right over and I can’t? I’d feel bad.”

“You could just sext with her.” Niall smirks as he takes a bite of his own pancakes. “You said she was pretty good at that.”

“She’s better than good. She’s a fucking wordsmith.” Harry smiles. “But I’ll be working on the rest of the projects for class, so I won’t have time for that either.”

“So give her a heads up, then no one needs to feel rejected.” Niall shrugs.

“Maybe I should tell her in person, I’m a gentleman after all.”

“Or you wanna bone one more time before having to focus on school.”

“Let’s go with both.”

Harry: wanna come over quick before my shift?

Y/N: god yes, stressful day at work, definitely need the distraction

Harry: cool, come by whenever

“She’s coming over, make yourself scarce.” Harry says to Niall.

“You got it, I’m actually going down to bus some tables for a little extra money.”

Y/N comes over to Harry’s about twenty minutes later, and barely gives him a chance to say hello before she’s kissing him. He carries her to his room, and finally gets a breath in.

“How do you want it, Y/N?” He says against her lips as his hands slide down to her ass.

“I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

Both of his eyebrows shoot up.

“Shit, you really did have a stressful day, huh?” He caresses one of her cheeks.

“Yeah, I did.” She bites her bottom lip. “But I didn’t come here to talk about it.”

He kisses her again and starts undoing her pants. He knew what she needed, and he was happy to give it to her. Normally he would have taken more time to prep her, but he really did need to be quick so he wasn’t late for work. Once they’re both naked, and he has a condom on, he bends her over his bed, and pushes inside her. She clutches at the blankets as he slams in and out of her.

“Just like that, fuck, Harry!” She moves her ass back against him to feel even more, and it makes him moan out.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He grunts. “Like it when I give it to you like this?”

“Yes!”

“I want you to come for me.”

“I’m really close, just keep going.” She was starting to pant and squirm.

“Yeah? You’re close?”

“So close, I..oh fuck!”

She releases around him, and he spills into the condom shortly after. He pulls out and helps her stand up. She faces him and wraps her arms around his neck. She slots her mouth over his and he groans into it.

“Fuck, I…I wanna go again, but it would look bad to be late when I live right here.”

“No, it’s okay, um…I’m gonna be busy this weekend, like, I’ll even barely be on my phone.”

“Me too, actually, it’s why I invited you over tonight.” He smiles and steps back to throw the condom away. She starts putting her clothes back on.

“How kind of you.” She laughs as she wipes the smudged makeup under her eyes.

“Feeling better?” He asks as he puts his own clothes on. The ones she’s more familiar with.

“Yeah, thanks.” She smiles. “It’s too bad you have to get right to work.” She puts her hands on his shoulders. “These black shirts look too fucking good on you.”

“Really? I always thought it was the tight jeans.” He smirks.

“That too, your ass is perfect.” She gives him a little pinch and pecks his lips. “Guess we’ll just talk next week?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Okay, have a good weekend.”

“You too.”

Harry sighs happily as he goes into his bathroom to fix his hair before his shift. He grabs his jacket and heads down to go outside and starting manning the door. It was the same as ever, lots of pretty girls flirting with him, and him having to turn half of them away because they’re underage. Later on Harry and one of the bartenders to take bets to see who Niall was going to take home later.

“What about you?” Ryan says. “Gonna try to get lucky?”

“Nah, got my fill earlier.” Harry says as he wipes down the bar with a rag. “Plus, all these girls are wasted, you know I don’t play that.”

“True, you’re definitely one of the good ones.” He claps his hand on Harry’s shoulder and gives him a squeeze before going to grab more empty glasses.

Harry didn’t see it like that. Guy or girl, if someone was drunk, he declined any offer he got. It just didn’t feel right to him.

//

Y/N had the day off from work Friday, but only because she had a weekend intensive for grad school. It was an elective she was trying to get out of the way. All of the other classes she had to take were online, but she thought it would be nice to just get this over with in a weekend. It would be a class of twelve people, she just hoped it wouldn’t be awkward.

She gets into the building, and finds the classroom. A couple of people were there already. She finds a spot to sit down and set her things up. There was a poster that was due on the first day. Weekend intensives involved a lot of prep work. She gets her laptop out and sips on her coffee.

Harry was exhausted. He didn’t get off work until nearly 2:30 because people didn’t want to leave the bar. When his alarm went off, he was not looking forward to spending the day with a bunch of people he didn’t know. He was interested in the subject matter, and almost excited to present his poster, he just could have easily done it all in an online class. His eyes were too tired for contacts, so he goes for his glasses. He throws his beanie on, a sweater, and a nice pair of jeans, and heads out. He grabs a cup of coffee before heading for the academic building. He walks in and scans the room. There were a few people there. His eyes widen when he sees Y/N. He wasn’t sure what do. Should he ignore her? Should he sit next to her? Before he can decide she happens to look up and make eye contact with him. He sighs and makes his way over to her table and sits down.

“Thought you just worked here.” He says as he sets his things down.

“I do…but I’m also in grad school. I’m taking this as an elective.”

“Same here. What program are you in?”

“Education, you?”

“MBA.”

“Nice.” She nods. “And here we were thinking we wouldn’t see each other all weekend.”

“Mm, lucky us.” He smirks.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” She rests her chin on her palm.

“Something tells me we’re going to get to know each other fairly well in the next forty-eight hours.” He leans back in his chair with his arms crossed. “You okay with that?”

“I don’t quite think I have a choice. It’s not the end of the world, it’s sort of nice to know someone.”

“Yeah, we could grab lunch or something.” He says it nonchalantly as he takes his laptop out of his bag.

“Yeah.” She nods. “Or something.” She winks at him and he smiles as he rolls his eyes.

The professor comes in shortly after, and has everyone sit in a circle. Everyone explains what program they’re in, why they’re in grad school, and what career aspirations they may have. Y/N and Harry were already learning a lot about each other. For example, he thought it was extremely ironic that Y/N recruited students to come get their grad degrees, and she herself didn’t have one yet.

Next, the professor had them all work on a craft project. They had to build these towers that had all these different components. They could listen to their own music and just work away. Harry and Y/N occasionally glanced at each other, but they did their best to focus.

“Okay everyone, it’s time for lunch! Afterwards, we’ll come back and present our towers.” The professor says.

They look at each other awkwardly.

“Our break is an hour and a half.” Harry says to her.

“I don’t need that long to eat, do you?”

“Nah, well…” He smirks at her and she blushes.

“I don’t live that far from here, um…if you wanna just come to my place to eat.”

“Sure.” He shrugs. “Want me to drive, or?”

“No, I can.” She grabs her keys and he follows her out.

Once they’re in Y/N’s apartment, he’s got her laying on the couch with his head between her legs. She tugs at his hair as she squirms underneath him.

“I-I thinking you were hungry than you let on!”

He groans against her in response, and slides two fingers into her as he sucks on her clit. He looks up at her/ She looks down at him, confused for a moment, and then her mouth falls open when he slides a third finger inside her. He pumps them in and out of her slowly to not hurt her. His tongue flicks back and forth on her clit, and she tugs harder on his hair.

“H-Harry!” Her back arches as she comes. He sits up and licks his lips, and his fingers, before undoing his pants. He tugs them down enough to get his dick out. “Condom.” She breathes and points to the side table.

“You keep them in your living room now?” He chuckles as he reaches into the drawer to get one.

“Are you making fun of easy access?”

“Not at all, you’re resourceful.”

He rolls the condom on and moves to hover her. He pushes inside and she wraps her legs around his waist. He bites her bottom lip and sucks on it as he rocks in and out of her. He bottoms out and she gasps. He smirks against her lips and keeps thrusting into the same spot.

“Oh my god.” She moans. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Right there?”

“Yeah, right there, don’t stop.” Her breathing gets heavier, and he can feel her tightening around him. She cries out as she comes, and he follows suit.

On the drive back to campus things are quiet, but not uncomfortable. They both head into the classroom, and sit down. Harry takes out the lunch he packed and digs in, Y/N does the same. Once everyone is back, the professor has the class present their towers. It was an oddly emotional experience. Some tears were shed, and there was no judgement whatsoever. Y/N was stunned when it was Harry’s turn. He got choked up when he had to talk about his family. It was just him and his sister. They both needed a change of scenery, so he came to get his grad degree in the states, and she moved to France. That was about all he was willing to say, which was fine.

After the towers are done, there’s a quick bathroom break, and then they get into the poster presentations. Harry found Y/N to be extremely intelligent. She clearly knew what she was talking about. He briefly wondered how such a smart, beautiful girl could be single. Then again, he knew how little free time there was while working full time and going to school. He knew he didn’t have time for a relationship, anyways. Nor was he emotionally available enough for one, but that was a separate story.

“I want to thank you all for the wonderful work you did today. Nothing to work on tonight, as I know today was draining. Tomorrow, we’ll be talking about the readings that were assigned ahead of time.”

It was 8PM, and Y/N was exhausted. Harry happened to park in the same lot as her, so he walks her to her car.

“That was better than I was expecting.” She says.

“Yeah, wasn’t terrible. Sort of flew by.”

“I can’t wait to crawl into bed and just pass out.”

“Same here.” He hits the unlock button for his car. He runs a hand through his hair. “Well, see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” She smiles. “Thanks for the afternoon delight earlier.”

“Please, it was my pleasure.” He winks and opens his car door.

“Harry, wait, uh…”

“Yeah?”

“You live above the bar right?”

“Um…yeah?”

“Well, it’s bound to be pretty loud, how will you sleep?”

“Noise cancelling headphones.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Well, I was thinking you could come back to place if you wanted.”

“Thought you were ready to pass out.”

“I feel like I’m so exhausted that I won’t be able to sleep.” She laughs. “Would be nice to be able to roll over and have the person there that’s usually good to make me fall asleep.”

“I like the way you think. Let me just grab some clothes from my place and then I’ll head over.”

“Sounds good.”

Harry comes over to Y/N’s, and needless to say after a couple rounds they both sleep pretty well. He was snuggled up against her when her alarm goes off.

“I need to shower.” She yawns. “Feel free to sleep a little longer.”

“I could go for a shower, actually.” His hand drifts down between her legs and she starts rubbing her folds.

“Please tell me you wanna fuck in the shower.”

“I wanna fuck in the shower.”

“Race you!” Y/N kicks the covers back and sprints to her bathroom. Harry wasn’t too far behind.

Once they’re in the water, he has her pressed up against the wall. He fingers her, slow at first, and then he picks up the pace. She wraps her hand around him and pumps him at the same time. Her other hand squeezes at his chest, leaving crescent shaped marks behind. They come at the same time, and then take turns actually showering.

Harry gets dressed while Y/N is still in the bathroom, doing her morning skin care. He stands in the bathroom doorway for a moment.

“So, I’m gonna head out, you good?”

“Yeah, go on.” She waves him off. “See you in a little while.”

“I’m gonna grab coffee, do you want anything?”

“No! No, um, that’s okay, I’ll just make my own here, uh, thanks though.”

“Alright.” He shrugs. “See ya.”

//

Harry sits next to Y/N again in class. She enjoyed listening to him speak about the readings. She shouldn’t be surprised at how articulate he could be. Sometimes when they sent explicit texts her would write these paragraphs describing the things he would do to her.

It was another long day. This time around, Y/N was truly exhausted, and wasn’t in the mood to fuck, so she doesn’t offer to Harry to spend the night again, not that he was expecting her to. He walks her to her car, and they say goodnight.

Sunday was a half day, and time for reflection on their final papers. As they were packing up at the end of class, curiosity takes over Y/N.

“So, how many more credits do you need?”

“Not sure, honestly. I just know I have another year and half. What about?”

“I have, like, five more classes to take. I can only do a couple per semester. I’m done until end of January, which is nice.”

“I wish more of my classes were online. I have a class that meets twice a week in the afternoons, so my break won’t start for another few weeks.”

“Do you…see your sister often? Like, will you spend the holidays with her?”

“Y/N, we don’t have to do this.” He says as he slings his bag over his shoulder. They start walking out together.

“Do what?”

“This.” He gestures between them. “I sort of like that we don’t know a ton about each other. It makes it easier just to meet up and do what we do, you know?”

“Oh! Yeah, I completely agree…I just…” She stops when they reach their cars.

“You’re a compassionate person, I can see that. I do see my sister. We FaceTime when we can, and we take turns visiting. I spend the holidays with my roommate, he’s one of the other bouncers. I’m going to France for a bit this summer when I’ll have more free time. Any other questions?” He smiles at her.

“Nope, that’s about all I wanted to know.” She smiles back. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

//

Mike: the boys are coming to town this weekend, be ready to get fucked up!

Y/N: god bless, I love boys weekend!

Y/N goes over to Mike’s Friday night, and they all pregame before heading to the bar. As they approach, she realizes she forgot to give Harry a heads up that she was coming. His eyes widen when he sees her.

“Where’s your coat?” He asks immediately.

“I…didn’t need it.” She blushes.

He rolls his eyes as he checks everyone else’s ID’s.

“It’s cold out…” He frowns at her. “And you’re wearing a crop top and jeans.”

“Don’t worry, dude, we’ll keep her plenty warm.” Drew says and throws an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go.”

She giggles and goes inside with her friends. It puts a sour taste in his mouth. Obviously he didn’t own her, and he knew they had to be just friends, but he wondered if she had a past with any of them.

Y/N and her friends do three rounds of tequila shooters before hitting the dance floor. Harry was at the point of the night where he was inside the bar helping out. One of the bartenders snaps her fingers at him and points at two idiots who were demanding to be served more. Harry grabs Niall and they make the people leave. When Harry gets back inside he sees Y/N on the dancefloor grinding against Rob, and Conor. They were all laughing, but he didn’t like what he was seeing at all. If she needed something to grind against, all she had to do was ask.

“I’m gonna go to the ladies room!” She shouts at them, and leaves the dance floor to go wait in line.

She sees Harry and who she assumes is Niall walk by everyone and pound on the door. Harry kicks the door open and finds three people doing lines off the bathroom counter.

“Jesus Christ.” Niall groans. “You can’t be doing that in here!”

Harry and Niall grab the guys, and they struggle at first, but they get them out of the bathroom.

“Now we have to fucking call the police.” Harry says as he basically picks one of them up by the back of their shirt. “Tom’s gonna love this.”

“Doing fucking drugs in the bathroom, grow up boys.” Niall says and Y/N watches as they get them out of the bar.

“Holy shit.” She says to herself.

Around last call, Y/N sees Harry behind the bar cleaning up. She goes up and sits down on one of the few open stools. She taps her finger nails on the bar and he looks at her. She pouts and bats her lashes at him.

“You can come up later, but I’m not fucking you.”

“Why not?”

“You’re drunk.”

“We’ve had sex before after I’ve been drinking.” She scoffs.

“Not like this, you’ve had a lot. I saw the tab.”

“So then why would you want me to come up if we can’t fuck?”

“Because…I…where would you go otherwise?”

“Back to Mike’s.” She points over at her friends. “We do, like, a group sleepover when they come visit, it’s fun.” Harry scrunches his face slightly at that. “What?”

“You all stay in the same bed?”

“No, don’t be silly, I usually end up sleeping in Mike’s bed with him, and one of the other guys. We did it a lot when we were all in school together.”

“Is that all you did?” Harry plants both of his hands on the bar and cocks his head. “With them?”

“Are you asking me if I’ve ever slept with one of them? Because that’s really none of your business.”

“From the way you were dancing with them I didn’t even think you’d be looking to go home with me.” She starts giggling and smiling at him. “What?”

“I just didn’t you could get any cuter, and here you are being a jealous little thing.”

“I’m not jealous.” He scoffs.

“Really? So it wouldn’t bother you if I went back with all of them, and tugged one of them into the bathroom with me, and got all hot and naked?”

“Nope.” He smirks. “Because you’d be thinking of me the whole time, babe.” He leans forward and pecks her lips. “Or am I wrong about that?”

“So I can really come up when you’re done?”

“Yeah, but no hanky panky.” She bursts out laughing at that.

“I am totally down to just cuddle.”

“Better tell them that.” He nods towards the group of boys and she turns around. She waves goodbye to them and they all give her a thumbs up. “They��re a supportive group, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

//

Y/N was doing her best to stay awake, sipping on some water at the bar, while Harry was running around cleaning up. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment when she feels his hand on her back.

“M’all set.” He says.

“Okay.” She yawns. “Think I’m sober now if you wanna get a little frisky.” She wobbles a bit as she gets on her feet.

“Mhm, yeah.” He chuckles. “Come on booze-bag, let’s get you up to bed.”

“Heyyy, don’t be mean.” She swats at his chest. “I only drink like this when my boyfriends come to town.”

He rolls his eyes as he helps her up the stairs to his apartment. He gets her into the bathroom first, using a warm washcloth to help take her makeup off. She giggles and sighs as he does so. Harry could be really gentle when he wanted to be. He gives her some privacy when she needs to use the toilet, and then he leads her into his room.

“Alright, you can have the Kiss shirt for bed.”

“Oh, my favorite!”

He chuckles and helps her out of her clothes, and into the bed shirt. He strips down to his boxers and gets into bed with her. She lays her head right on his chest.

“Why didn’t you wear a coat tonight?”

“I got drunk at Mike’s and felt too warm to wear it when we made our way to the bar. Why do you care so much?”

“I saw on the news once that a lot of college girls get sick or get hypothermia from not dressing warm enough on their ways to parties or whatever. It’s scary.” She shifts to look up at him. He moves some hair away from her face. “I got nervous when I saw you walking up.”

“You were worried about me?”

“A little.” He clears his throat. “But to be fair, I worry about everyone I see dressed like that.”

“Mm, nice save.”

“Shut up.” He smirks. “You’re only here so I can fuck you in the morning.”

“Got that right. You could fuck me now if you wanted.”

“No, I couldn’t.” He strokes her cheek. “It wouldn’t be right.” He says softly. “Try and sleep, yeah?”

“Okay.” She mumbles and nuzzles into his chest.

He plays with her hair until her breathing evens out. He rolls over onto his side, and he feels her tighten her hold around his stomach. It had been quite some time since Harry let someone spoon him, but right now it just felt nice. He puts his hand over hers, just to give her a comforting squeeze, but she ends up lacing her fingers with his. He doesn’t pull away, he just lets it be. He knows he’s fucked now, of course, but he tells himself he’ll worry about it after some sleep.

Part Two

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

time travel aus, amirite? since we’ve all decided to start talking about our ideas, i thought i’d throw my hat into the ring. i’ve actually had this idea for a while, i just wasn’t sure what to do with it because i barely have the patience for one-shots, let alone the continuous plotted longfic this would need

it’s not my idea, of course, i’m incapable of original thought. it’s based off this can-i-really-call-it-a-genre-if-it’s-two-fics-with-the-same-premise where some combination of maedhros, maglor, elros, and elrond land in the blessed realm before - even the unchaining, in my take, when the ambarussa are still children and the world is blissful. it’s more specifically my take on this fic, which takes elrond and elros from very early in their captivity and maedhros from just before the silmaril theft and maglor from several centuries into the second age. i just plugged my own characterisations into it, and, uh. the specific setup this not-genre uses is that maitimo and makalaurë *~mysteriously disappear,~* throwing their extended family into chaos, blah blah blah, and then a few decades later -

well. with my characterisations, we have a nightmare hellbeast who’s burned up everything he used to be in singular pursuit of an unreachable goal and has carved his very self into a weapon, a completely drained beaten-up husk barely cognisant of reality past the screaming in his mind who’s so utterly broken it’s debatable if he even counts as an elda, and two extremely young extremely traumatised children in a completely unfamiliar land- and skyscape whose only adult they can maybe-kind-of trust is currently bleeding from the eyes and shrieking wordless notes of utter despair

yeah, this au’s Fun. elrond and elros have maybe eight words of quenya between them, most of which are obscene, maedhros will act completely normal until he suddenly stabs himself in the arm because can’t this stupid hallucination end already, he has a character arc to tank, and maglor seems completely unaware he’s not still on the beach having the same cyclic arguments with the ghosts of the people he failed. the elves of valinor aren’t completely unprepared to deal with this, at least not the ones who remember cuiviénen, but it’s still a massive shock to see two of the children they came to the land of the gods to protect twisted and scarred like the worst victims of the dark. especially since noone can figure out why

so yeah. i have trouble finishing oneshot collections, so i doubt i’ll ever write this out in full, but i do have a lot of Scenes. fëanáro staring in utter horror at the oath, whispering ‘i made this.’ elros and elrond’s somewhat hole-filled explanation of their backstory devolving into a sindarin argument, and when the family asks tyelkormo what they’re talking about he freezes before saying ‘they’re arguing about whether maitimo killed their mother.’ the moment maglor finally managed to get through what happened after they got the silmarils to maedhros, who immediately switches from off-the-cuff self-harm to well-planned suicide attempts. the five-minute period the family hellspawn’s working theory was ‘they’re maitimo and makalaurë from an alternate universe where we’re evil’ (‘is there an evil version of me??? does he eat kids???????’ - tyelko) finwë going full bulldoze taniquetil in the background. fun times, might write some snippets in the future

but i like to think through the mechanics of this kind of time travel story too much, so i started wondering where maitimo and makalaurë, yanno, went. i quickly came to the conclusion that they probably swapped places with their evil future selves, giving me three time travel aus for the price of one! technically four but (a) i’m not sure if or with who the twins would swap and (b) if they did their alternate selves are probably having a really bad time and i don’t particularly want to think about it. the stories maitimo and makalaurë are in... they’re not necessarily any happier, but they are a lot more wtftastic

maitimo falls asleep under the light of the trees, on a relaxing retreat from the demands of court life and family-induced disasters. he wakes up in a world that’s almost completely dark, surrounded by plants he’s never seen before and wearing clothing designed for a much warmer climate, the scent of death in the air. now permanently separated from all his old problems, maitimo rapidly acquires several exciting new ones, including but not limited to:

everyone he ever loved being dead or worse

the lone possible exception, his last surviving little brother, being an almost unrecognisable blood-drenched kinslayer who hates everything in the universe especially himself

said blood-drenched kinslayer almost immediately imprinting on him like a grouchy murderous duckling

his future self having apparently wanted to kill even more people, why

getting dogpiled by like thirty dudes in full armour the instant they showed up at the army of the west’s camp to surrender

getting soul-scanned by eönw two minutes later. not fun

arafinwë pulling him into an enormous hug and then bursting into tears

the subsequent explanation as to just what happened to him and his brothers, which somehow got worse after he’d already thought they’d hit rock bottom like four separate times

proceeding to lose a staring contest with findaráto

the way everyone in camp looks at him like he’s an incredibly dangerous wild animal that might bite at any time

how if half of what arafinwë said is true he can’t even blame them, fuck, fuck

the twin half-elven(?????????????) princes he and his brother apparently kidnapped and held hostage for years, inflicting unimaginable cruelties as far as anyone knows

his first meeting with the kids happening when elrond broke into where they were holding maglor to scream at him in very loud very fast very angry sindarin for like half an hour

maglor just staring at him, eyes wide, ears pinned back, the whole time, and then trying to maul the first guard who mocked him for it

getting saddled with kinslayer containment duties in the aftermath of that whole incident

elrond punching him in the collarbone when he tried to apologise, shouting ‘you weren’t there, don’t you dare try to tell me what it was like’

elros’ visible half second of pure terror after the blow hit home

elros then using recognisable techniques from maitimo’s debate team circuit during a speech to the edain

like, clearly some shit did happen, but it’s obviously not what the local leadership’s afraid of

this sour-faced scar-covered warrior slipping out of the shadows in an unpopulated part of camp, kneeling before him, intoning ‘the swords of the host remain at your disposal my lord’ and then immediately vanishing

he didn’t recognise them until after they’d left but they were definitely one of his philosophy club friends, what even

just generally having woken up in a future a thousand times worse than his darkest nightmares

his natural instinct is to try and fix things, but how?? what’s even left to fix????

maglor sometimes goes into these unhinged desperate spiralling rambles directed at the older brother who exists in his head rather than the one in front of his eyes. whatever’s left of maitimo’s biggest little brother is clearly in so much pain

all the things he’s trying extremely hard not to think about because if he slows down enough to he’s pretty sure he’ll collapse

all the people he’s never met who hate him for pretty understandable reasons and whose social structure he now has to learn to have any hope of making it out of All This

the edain’s collective insistence on calling him pasthros

curufinwë isn’t even a hundred how does he have a kid

makalaurë, on the other hand, wakes up on a beach beneath a giant glowing orb. finding himself in a land so much barer than what he knows, among people whose souls don’t even work like his, his initial working theory is he’s been abducted by aliens

[buckyownsmylife]

daddy issues - chapter ix

The one where Ransom doesn’t feel ready to become a father, but he should have thought about it before sleeping with a complete stranger.

When Ransom’s latest one night stand lets him know that he’s going to become a father, he finds himself looking for the qualities he never believed to have so he can become the parent he never got to witness as a child.

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Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Can’t believe you invited Ransom Drysdale to come to the bar with us.” I rolled my eyes, already used to Ana’s whining, and turned away from the bar to scoop my surroundings. Still no sign of him. But it was early, and he’d warned me he probably wouldn’t be able to get here until at least 8pm, so really, I shouldn’t be looking for him like some sort of lovesick teenager.

I didn’t even know why I was so eager to see him again.

“He’s the father of my child, what did you expect me to do?” That finally had Ana looking away from her shots to glance at my body, perfectly squeezed in one of my tightest dresses, showing just enough cleavage and legs to make it one of my favorite get-lucky items in my wardrobe.

“You’re right. I keep forgetting the reason he’s in your life is because you’re pregnant. Seriously, I was about to offer you a shot and everything!” I shook my head, chuckling to myself at her ways. “I mean, can you blame me? It’s not like you’ve started showing or anything!”

Well, she had a point there. It was also the reason why 1) I had agreed to come out with her tonight and 2) chose this dress to wear. I had to take advantage of this body while it was still like this. Soon enough, I’d be too heavy to handle high heels or crowded pubs, not to mention the fact that I would most definitely not fit into these already uncomfortably tight outfits.

“I’ll give you that,” I grinned, tapping her hand teasingly, like I was trying to calm her down. “Sometimes I forget it too. What the fuck is he doing here?” I added as a familiar man made his way into the bar, Ana’s head whipping around to look at where I was staring at a blond, well-built guy, grinning widely at me. 

“Who’s that?” I was too busy grinding my teeth together as I watched him approach, but as he came closer and closer to where we were standing, I knew it was better to let her know who he was right off the bat, so she could help me try to keep him away.

“Steven fucking Rogers.” Ana’s exclamation of surprise was cut short by his arrival, his stupidly handsome face going from me to her as if he waited for a formal introduction. “What are you doing here, Rogers?” My usual irritation at his presence was intensified by a thousand, and I had no idea why. Even he seemed surprised, if his eyebrows raised high were any indication.

As much as I made sure to avoid him, I’d never had any reason to be outwardly aggressive towards him before.

“Same as you, minus the dress.” He made a show out of undressing me with his eyes, and I rolled mine while fighting off the urge to dry heave. Why do men just assume our choice in clothing has anything to do with what we actually intend to do for the evening?

“You know, for someone who’s a university professor, you can be pretty daft.” Unfortunately for me, my comment only made the man towering over my smaller frame start to laugh. “Excuse me, I’m gonna see if Ransom texted me,” I told Ana, while giving Steve a side-eye as I made my way towards the back of the bar. 

There was a door to some sort of patio, and so that’s where I went, breathing in relief at the absence of loud music, as the walls made it pretty muted back here. The nice, cold air of the evening was also a blessing. 

I looked at the purse on my shoulder and considered if I actually wanted to reach out to Ransom. It was only half past seven, there was a lot of time for him to get here and absolutely no reason for me to make myself look like a clingy girlfriend. I just needed an excuse to put some distance between Steve and I.

But just as I thought that my mission had been accomplished, the sounds of the bar became louder, indicating someone had opened the door and joined me out here. Lucky as I was, I could imagine who that person might be.

“C’mon, honey…” Steve’s voice had me freezing every single one of my muscles, as I refused to turn around and look at him. “You can’t pretend to be some innocent little thing while you’re wearing a dress like that.”

God, I wish I could puke. It was times like these where my pregnancy sickness didn’t appear and for once, I wanted it to. So maybe then I could paint his pretty face or at the very least, his expensive shoes in a pale yellow color and erase that smug look on his face.

I didn’t even have to look to know it was there.

Ransom’s P.O.V.

“You know, I could get used to seeing your skin this exposed…” I stopped dead on my tracks behind the couple I’d followed into the back exit. I’d looked for her everywhere ever since I arrived, she had to be there or I would start to think she had been playing a prank on me.

But seeing Y/N didn’t bring the relief I was expecting, because there was a man with her. And I didn’t know why the sight made my blood boil, but it did. They hadn’t noticed me yet, and so I stayed back in the shadows, contemplating just turning around and going back to my car, but I wanted to be sure of what was actually going on.

“It makes me think about what you’d look like naked.” I saw her shook her head, back still turned to the man behind her (and to me), but then his hands reached out and captured her waist, and I saw her flinch. 

“You look so hot, I want to take you right here in this back alley…”

“Steve, let me go.” At the sound of the disgust in her voice, I sprung into action, barely processing my own feelings or noticing how she was squirming in his hands as I hauled his body from hers. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I asked the guy, chest already heaving from anger. Beside me, Y/N looked scared, obviously startled at seeing me, and especially in this state. But I was too far gone to care.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” If I wasn’t so angry, maybe I would have considered the next words that fell from my lips. But my track record wasn’t the best, even in a calm mindset, so not even I believed I would have been able to hold back.

“I’m her man. She’s mine and she’s having my baby, so how about you back off?” A cold hand wrapped around my wrist had me snapping back into reality, looking down to see her staring at me with wide eyes. Oh, shit.

“What is he on about?” The man yelled, this time directing his words to Y/N, who very patiently turned to look at him and say, “Would you care to shut up?” Finally, seeing as he truly wasn’t going to have a chance with her, he decided to leave, huffing to himself the entire time.

“Y/N…” I started trying to explain myself, but she cut me off with a simple shake of her head.

“Not here, Ransom. Can you drive me home?” I closed my mouth and stared back at her, a feeling of defeat filling my chest before I finally nodded. It was the least I could do, after all.

We walked back into the bar together, and together we went to say goodbye to her friend, to whom she very quickly introduced me to. I could barely find it in me to smile at the woman, too busy beating myself up for my behavior tonight.

The drive back to her place was silent. I was wrecking my brain for what I could say to justify my behavior, but couldn’t find anything. I’d failed. I’d apologized to her only this morning, and now I’d already screwed up again.

Why should she want me around? I wasn’t even capable of being a good friend, much less an actual co-parent with her. How could she rely on me if I kept letting my most immature instincts take over?

I stopped the car in front of her building, still struggling with what to say, but to my surprise, she didn’t make any immediate movements towards leaving. It seemed as if she was lost in her thoughts too, and the idea that I might have the chance to change this gave me just the push I needed to say something.

“I’m sorry,” I spilled out, and her eyes darted up to meet mine, slightly wider than usual. “For overstepping. I-I don’t know what happened. I just saw you with him and you looked scared and I… God, you must hate me right now.”

I had to cover my face so I could concentrate, I could feel a headache coming. But just when all seemed lost,  I felt a warm hand over my thigh, squeezing the muscle, calling for my attention.

“It’s alright, Ransom. This is new for me too.” I didn’t know relief could feel this relaxing. Finally finding the courage to look her in the eyes again, I chanced a small smile that she quickly reciprocated, her hand still connecting us.

“I- It was actually really nice to hear your voice when I thought I’d have to scream for help. You did good, you were… you were very good back there. Thank you.” Silence fell between us once again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. For my part, I seemed to have forgotten how to speak. But she didn’t remain quiet for long.

“I just think we have to talk about what you said…” And that was all I needed to jump into explanation mode again.

“I know, I know. I don’t know why I said it. I didn’t mean it, obviously.” And to my surprise, she just smiled, not seeming bothered in the slightest by what I had done earlier that night.

“Believe it or not, I understand. I know I seem quick to jump into conclusions and that hasn’t been a good thing for our relationship so far… but this time I understand where you’re coming from.” It was a good thing that she did, I realized as she let go of my thigh to reach out for my hand instead. Because I had absolutely no idea why I’d said that she was mine. “But we do have to set some boundaries.”

I nodded, despite all of the confusing and conflicting emotions inside of me, starting with the feeling of warmth that appeared to be caused by her holding my hand. “You have to control yourself,” she continued, tone making it clear that she wanted me to give any sort of indication of my understanding of her words.

Deciding to hold back on the comment about how it was impossible, considering just the sight of her made me horny, I opted to go with a more mature, if slightly vulnerable response. “It’s not that easy… I don’t know how to keep those feelings in check. I’ve never felt them before.”

She nodded understandingly, and it didn’t seem patronizing. Before I could further clarify what I meant - or put my foot in my mouth, probably -  she filled in the blanks for me. “The feelings of protectiveness.” My mouth opened as I almost let the wrong thing escape, but I reeled it in at the last second.

“Yeah…” I trailed off. “Let’s go with that.” She frowned before her eyes widened in surprise, but then she started laughing, although shaking her head at my antics.

“You’re too much, Ransom Drysdale.” But instead of saying it in a disappointed tone, she just leaned over the console and hugged me, taking me by surprise. I didn’t even have the time to enjoy it, because in seconds she had leaned back and was unbuckling her seatbelt so she could leave.

“Hey,” I called out for her attention, wanting to get one last word in before she left. “You do look extremely hot in that little dress of yours. I didn’t have the opportunity to tell you before.” She narrowed her eyes at my words, but pursed her lips at the same time, like she was trying very hard not to laugh.

“As charming as that is, I think it’s a bit too late for you to try to flirt with me. I’m already carrying your child, aren’t I?” My smile dropped immediately, heart pounding in my chest with fear at her words.

“Shit, that’s not what I meant, I…” but she cleared all of my worries with a single cheeky wink, making me chuckle in relief as I slumped back against the driver’s seat.

“Thanks. I wanted to take advantage of my body while it’s still like this.” I watched as she gathered her stuff to leave, mind travelling to the future and imagining all of the changes she would go through because of this pregnancy.

I decided not to tell her that just the thought of her larger belly and heavier breasts was enough to get me hard. This version of her body, as hot as it was, wouldn’t be missed by me.

“Oh, hey,” she stopped just before closing the door, biting her lower lip as she pondered over something. “I have a doctor’s appointment scheduled for tomorrow. Would you like to come with me?”

The warm feeling that had appeared when she held my hand spread over my chest as I excitedly grinned at the woman before me, taking notice of the way she smiled back just as eagerly. I couldn’t help but notice there was a little bit of relief in the way she let her breathing escape after my affirmative answer, too.

“Text me the details?” She nodded.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

“See you tomorrow.”

I watched as she got safely inside her building, before finally allowing myself to think back on the events of the night - and particularly, on the way I felt seeing her in that dress, being touched by another man, and talking about the changes she feared she’d see in her body. One thing was perfectly clear to me then: being just friends with the mother of my child would be no easy task.

[shades-of-stony]

Time Travel Stony Fanfic

Character from the Future travels to the Past 

A Shadow Hanging Over Our Fate by CaptainDean13

Summary: The Avengers get sent back in time to WWII where they run into the Howling Commandos... complete with Bucky and Steve. Little hard to explain that away, especially when you are trying to keep some major secrets. Secrets like how you ended up in the future and why the hell Bucky is now a scary (reformed) assassin with a metal arm, not to mention that you married your friend's son.

Note: A 1000/10 READ. THIS IS SO FREAKIN’ GOOD THAT I READ IT 3 TIMES SINCE I FIRST FOUND IT LAST YEAR. It’s a nice and well written time travel fic with the howling commandos and past Steve and Bucky!!

A New Way For Us by ann2who

Summary: They fight Thanos—and they’re losing. And before Tony knows what’s happening, he’s standing with Doctor Strange in front of the Eye of Agamotto and gets send back in time. Can he find a way to fix things this time around, or are they doomed to fall apart all over again?

Note: This is where Tony went back in time to fix everything that went wrong and prepare for the arrival of Thanos! Due to an unexpected twist of fate, he found himself getting closer to Steve of all people!  

Two More Miracles (To Be A Saint) by queenpenthesilea

Summary: “Get up, Stark, you sleep too much. You said you would teach me paper football.”

Tony’s eyes snapped open. No. No. Had it all been a dream? Had he just imagined five years – five years - of an idyllic life, complete with a beautiful, wonderful daughter? He pushed himself up, looking around; he was on the Milano – he was on the fucking Milano, and either this was a really weird version of hell or everything had been a dream. Or, a little voice whispered, something had gone horribly, horribly wrong with the infinity stones.

Note: A nice and juicy post-Endgame Time Travel fanfic!! Though, this one held a few what ifs. 

Saving the World is a 12 Step Program by janonny

Summary: Tony and Steve fall to pieces when Thanos’ wins.

Then they pick themselves up, and find a solution. They also find something infinitely more precious in the process.

-

“It’s going to sound pretty outrageous,” Tony admitted, rubbing a hand over his brow. While he had put on some weight and wasn’t as gaunt anymore, he was still easily tired nowadays.

“More outrageous than talking racoons and a purple villain traveling through space to collect magic stones?” Steve asked drily.

Note: This is another post-Endgame fanfic but with a twist and different take on the whole time travel!

Oh, Snap by wedelia

Summary: Peter wakes up, and he’s simultaneously five years too early and right on time.

Or, Post-Endgame Peter goes back in time and accidentally-on-purpose gets Steve and Tony together before the initial snap happens. And, oh, yeah—he also recruits a former-Air-Force-pilot-turned-galactic-hero, has lunch with Black Widow, and somehow befriends Nick Fury. This changes things.

Note: It’s Peter who time travels this time around!!

If We Never Got This Second Chance by Pookaseraph

Summary: When Tony and Steve’s son from the future, Jake Jensen, arrives at Avenger’s Tower, the two of them are forced to confront some hard truths: Tony that he might not actually become a horrible father, and Steve that he might not be able to set aside his discomfort with sharing a child with another man. When they both get a second chance at a first try at fatherhood, it’s up to the two of them to learn from their own future's past.

Note: Anyone up for some future son time travel? Enjoy this nicely written fanfic of Stony’s future son traveling and meeting the past versions of his parents! Past versions that are not even together yet! Things are about to get weird for Steve and Tony. 

Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala

Summary: The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he's ever going to be able to mend things between them.

Note: A unique plot where Steve travels to the future and realizes what he is missing on!

Together, At Dawn by RoseGoldAmpersand

Summary: Steve returns the Infinity Stones to New York and finds himself in conversation with Tony of the past. More mature and willing to listen to Tony he realises that what he previously thought were taunts was actually Tony flirting with him.

In light of this new discovery and alone in Tony’s workshop after the battle of New York, one thing leads to another...

Note: ohhhhh, some juicy smut anyone?

  Don't Look Back, You Can Never Look Back. by iL0Vsuperman

Summary: Tony Stark: billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and, now, superhero.

It’d only been a few months prior that he’d revealed to the world he was Iron Man and life couldn’t be better.

That is…until he stumbled upon an old abandoned Hydra lab and kinda set off one of their machines by accident. A blast of blue light later and he found himself in the same lab…only it is seventy years earlier and it is full of Hydra agents.

Cue the entrance of the Howling Commandos led by Tony’s childhood hero, Captain America.

Suddenly, Tony is living out a dream. He’s joining up with the Commandos in the search to get Tony back to his right era. It’s the adventure of a lifetime and, at first, it’s amazing…but then he and Steve connect in ways more than just friendship and he finds that he is torn between wanting to stay with him or go back home.

In the end, whatever the result, he loses.

Note: Tony meets his childhood heroes-the Howling Commandos and Captain America! 

The Future is Yet in Your Power by FestiveFerret

Summary: "Now." Wong leaned back in his chair. "What would you do to save this world from Thanos' attack? What would you sacrifice?"

"Anything," Steve said. "Anything at all."

Wong considered him for a moment, expression unreadable. "There's one thing, maybe."

Note: This is nice fanfic about Steve putting everything on the line to hopefully make a change. 

The Good or Bad Thing by petreparkour for SeetheSea

summary: “It’s the metal suit,” Thor informed Steve, his normally-booming voice tinny over the SHIELD comms. “What did Stark call it—Iron Man?”

“But he’s down here,” Steve protested as the Hulk roared in Stark’s face, startling him into waking with a shout. “How could—”“It’s damaged,” Thor reported. “But it looks different. More advanced. And he—ah. He’s carrying you, Captain.”

“Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Stark breathed out, and then Stark’s voice suddenly came over the comms, but the man lying next to him hadn’t moved.“

Guys, come on, you’re killing me here. What is it, 2012? God, I hate time travel. First, I'm fighting Thanos. Now, I have to deal with my past self and Thor's bad haircut? Oh my God, Cap, yes I hacked their comms, they’re my comms.”

Steve nearly opened his mouth to protest that he hadn’t said anything when he realized that this replica of Tony Stark wasn’t speaking to him.

Note: Future Tony and Steve accidentally traveling in the past!

  Character from the Past travels to the Future

hold the things you wanna say by SailorChibi

Summary: Tony is still a consultant, and between SI, the team and SHIELD he's overworked and exhausted. That's okay.

He and Steve have been having sex for weeks but that's all it is, just sex, and Tony wants more but he'll never get it and that's okay. Really.

What's not okay is the fact that Howard Stark has somehow appeared in the future and is the same as always.

This is definitely going to fuck up his schedule.

Note: ANGST! READY YOUR TISSUES.

Twice Upon a Time by TsaritsaElena

Summary: Tony Stark has never had an easy relationship with his father, but when Howard Stark circa 1983 time travels to the future in a freak accident, things get even more complicated, especially since Tony is dating his dad’s idol, Captain America, and Howard doesn’t know. As they work toward a solution that will restore Howard to his own timeline, will Tony get a second chance at a father-son relationship with his dad, or is he in for more of the same unforgiving treatment from Howard? Time travel, Avengers missions, and a secret project of Howard’s: things at Stark Tower are about to get a little crazy.

Note: SOME MORE ANGST AND HOWARD TRAVELLING TO THE FUTURE. 

The Future Is Ours (Whether We Want It Or Not) by ann2who

Summary: After a hit from the Time Stone, Steve switches places with his future self.

Note: Another of Steve traveling to the future! Though this time, it features both timeline! Both POV of the past and future! 

Ordinary Men by RiaRose

Summary: "Aren't you at all happy to see me?" Howard shot back, holding his glass out and pointing with his index finger. At Steve's stony face, he dropped his arm. "Want a glass?" he tried, picking up an empty tumbler, "This is good stuff."

"Tony doesn't skimp on - well - anything. And no, thank you."

"Was that Tony?" he queried, gesturing toward the hallway the other man had disappeared down. Steve nodded but didn't give any more information, so Howard repeated his earlier question, "Aren't you happy to see me?"

It took Steve a moment to answer. Howard could see his jaw working. 

"No, not anymore."

OR

In which Howard travels to the future and just messes up everybody's day, Steve is conflicted, and Tony is a piping hot mess, as per usual. It's not going to be easy, but Steve and Tony have to somehow navigate through Howard's arrival and the strain it puts on their relationship.

Note: From the summary alone, you can tell that THIS WILL BE ANGSTY. 

To Have My Time Again... by WilmaKins

Summary: It's been two years since Siberia, and Tony Stark is still dealing with the fallout - personal and political. Life is quite complicated enough, without Bruce falling through a wizards roof yelling that Thanos is coming.

Thor and Loki are stalling, but time is running out. The fate of the universe is at stake. Steve Rogers is back in the picture. Really, the last thing Tony needs is for their plan to go horribly wrong and bring Howard Stark forward in time.

But his Dad *is* standing in his office, whether he likes it or not.

So, it looks like Tony will have to fix that mess too.

Note: There is just something about Howard-travels-to-the-future fanfics. 

Howard Stark Meets The Avengers by SerlinaBlack

Summary: Howard Stark unknowingly travels to the future with his son and wife. Luckily the heroes of the future were somewhat ready for it. Unluckily , they don't seem to like him very much

Alternative summery: when will Howard learn? Not now lmao.

Note: ANOTHER ONE.

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

I was listening to “Power Is Power” today when it popped up on my playlist (one of my fave songs from the soundtrack) and it hit me, I’ve never seen the music video. I remember seeing a few posts a couple of years back talking about how this video was a win for Jonerys and haters could die mad since it was all about Jon and Dany. So I went into the video, curious to see how the lyrics matched up to certain scenes in the show, but obviously it would be Jonerys romance-themed. Imagine my surprise when it was anything but lol. Yes, they show shots of Jon and Dany a lot, but mostly separate and the lyrics did not match up to what I thought. Not to mention the NK, the AotD, the Hall of Faces (is that what they call it?), and Bran had some scenes, too. You mostly see the singers performing and on the IT with scenes playing out behind them on a screen.

But then I also found the lyric video from the GoT channel and thought “oh maybe this is what those posts were talking about” and here is where I saw most of the scenes applied to the lyrics but imagine my surprise again when yet again, no Jonerys romance implied lol. I know they aired this when the last season began so they couldn’t give away spoilers, and they could only use certain images from promos only, but I couldn’t stop shaking my head when the video ended. Now that we all know what happens in the end, that video strongly hints at what’s to come along with the music. I mean, yes, they show the boat sex scene but it’s only Jon looking down at Dany (face half in shadow) and then Dany looking up at him (face bright and eyes open - “love comes in at the eyes”) and what lyric do they apply to the scene? “Only love could kill me, God bless” - I mean...it’s all right there. 

But more importantly, to me, this song always makes me think of Jon and Dany as the Targaryens and I swear this song was meant to be about them being the last two Targaryens. Obviously, we have Jon’s POV being sung by The Weeknd, and then Dany’s POV being sung by SZA, and while the song references their “romance” and the end result, I feel the song is more about power...shocking, I know. 

But it made me immediately think back to that line Melisandre says to Gendry in the show: “A king’s blood is power.” Jon and Dany have a king’s blood in them. Jon and Dany are two sides of the same coin, literally and figuratively. Jon and Dany are the last two Targaryens nearing the end of the show. While they had their own journeys that were separate in the beginning, then came together after Melisandre orchestrates it, their stories separate once again (in the end). It’s just absolutely incredibly mind blowing for me. We all know about this stuff already, especially 2 years past the finale, but damn it still blows me away each and every time it hits me. This lyric video is perfection. Right down to the “Power Is Power” scene they chose with Dany and Jon riding to Winterfell. I mean, WOW. They are power. The Targaryens are power. Other than the Starks, the Targaryens are the ones who would be considered extraordinary, who would be remembered throughout history for the uniqueness of their house. If they didn’t have the dragons, if they hadn’t been the ones to conquer Westeros and take over, if they didn’t have their unique looks and kept inbreeding to keep the bloodlines pure, their house would have been purely forgetful, just another ruling family who was brutal (like Dany talks about in the DP scene with Jon in 7x07). This is not glorifying the Targaryens at all, they were brutal in the beginning and the end (and possibly the middle though I haven’t read F&B yet to find out), and I for one never wanted a Targ restoration. But the fact that GRRM brought all of this together in this universe he created, and then the show for its own iteration took it to another level with the visual media using all the bells and whistles that might get lost in book form...I’m just blown away, my dudes. 

Not to mention most of this video shows the escalating conflict with the WW, they are heavily featured here (as the other threat) with the NK. We see Jon’s journey and of course his resurrection. And then we see for Dany’s individual portion of scenes: her journey beginning with Drogo, the dragons, fire, her conquering the Lannisters in battle, the Tarlys scene - I mean, holy hell, they were not subtle here by any means. 

But back to the Targaryen point here. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Melisandre’s line to Dany of “I believe you have a role to play” and then her line to Varys of “I’ve brought ice and fire together” -- I always believed those were two lines we as the audience weren’t just meant to take at face value and I feel like this video with this song proves that. The two last Targaryens were never meant to restore the line; they were meant to be the ones who ended it. Dany wanted to break the wheel -- she did. Bloody and brutally, of course, but she ripped the old KL out “root and stem” and that’s not glossing over the massacre; she literally killed the remaining members of the current ruling family (and would have killed Tyrion too since he refused to be her Hand which in her mind equals no longer bending the knee). She fulfilled her role so to speak, her destiny as she calls it. Jon did the other part needed: he removed the tyrant and this leads to a new leader being chosen (like many memes have said, Bran is like that member of a group project who does none of the work but gets all the credit lol) and a new system of how leaders will be chosen in the future is set into place. The nepotism and old style of monarchy was done, and thus the wheel was indeed broken. And it took both of them to do it, though I don’t imagine Jon ever saw himself being the Prince that was Promised in the way Melisandre saw him (which she totally knew Jon was the real deal, that whole parallel with her and Gendry to her and Jon, yeah) or fulfilling his role the way he did. I don’t think he ever saw anything as his destiny, especially not the way Dany did. “Heavy wears the crown” is shown on him in the scene where he is named KitN - no truer words were ever spoken in Jon’s case. Talk about a heavy burden that he carried the entire show. But I digress. 

So it’s interesting to me to see in this video, that the scenes the show chose for the lyrics to overlay on, to match up, really reiterate this in their own way (about Jon and Dany, their roles separately and together in this story, as the Targaryens, and foreshadowing what was to come while also showing the two threats, “the enemy to the North” vs “the enemy to the South”). It’s just bonkers, man. But a good bonkers. I am thoroughly enjoying it. I may have watched this about 2,783 times already but that’s neither here nor there.

Such good stuff.

And to that Dany stan who told me last week that I couldn’t make a case for music cues in the show being used to foreshadow Dany’s dark turn because it was subjective and it didn’t count: 

“Watch me burn it down” -> 8x02 scene where Dany approaches Jon in the crypts -> then immediately transitions to scene in 6x10 where Dany looks at Tyrion as they’re sailing to Westeros and the dragons are flying overhead

“Now watch me burn it down” -> Dany standing in front of fireplace in 8x05, transitions to shot of Drogon burning Varys alive in same episode, then transitions to shot of empty throne room with ashes from Dany’s vision in season 2

...what now, bitch?

[elsanna-shenanigans]

June Contest Submission #7: Just Another Tuesday Evening

Words:  ca. 2,000 Setting: modern highschool Lemon: lime Content:  none

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They sat next to each other like they had so many times before and yet they suddenly felt worlds apart. Like some intangible thing viciously tore its way between them. The treacherous heavy silence betrayed the buzzing in their minds.

Hands, once secretly and playfully connected in the shadows between them were now shy and clammy, unable to get far enough away from each other.

Anna had never met Elsa’s father. They had talked of getting her grades pulled up first. He wasn’t the type to fawn over athletes, not even multi-discipline ones, or at least, that’s what Elsa had told her. Her abysmal grades would not impress.

Likewise, Elsa had never met Anna’s mother, but that was a meeting in the works. Anna was sure her mother would love the diligent student council treasurer and volleyball team captain. That she was only a year older than Anna, a second-year, but had already secured a few scholarships to her university of choice; Anna was sure her mother might try to convince Elsa that she could do better when her daughter wasn’t listening. She was playful like that. Even now as she handed Elsa’s father a cup of tea with twice the amount of sugar he requested, her eyes held a devious glint.

It wasn’t fair. That thought interrupted the incessant static flooding Elsa’s skull as she looked up at their parents. Their parents. The mere thought of it made something noxious rise inside her. It burned to swallow. She wanted to look at Anna. Look at the girl who let trouble and problems roll off her shoulder like raindrops. Look at the girl who laughed when threatened and stepped up when challenged. She wanted to look, but she couldn’t bear the thought that that reliable, ever-present smile may not be there right now.

It was a chance meeting in the school hallway that caused the reunion. Elsa’s father had just come from a PTA meeting and Anna’s mother was just heading to a meeting with her homeroom teacher. It was a random coincidence between old flames, but they exchanged numbers then and agreed to meet-up soon. How funny it would be if their daughters had met without even knowing about the other.

Anna’s mother thought it was funny anyway. Elsa’s father looked mildly uncomfortable but that might just be the over-sweetened tea making his face tense up that way. Anna knew she needed to stop thinking of them that way. Her mother. Elsa’s father. That was their parents, but it hurt her chest to even think about it.

The girls had only half-heard a story about two lovers that had to make the hard decision to separate well over a decade ago. A man that chose to pursue a life-changing job opportunity across countries over his budding but turbulent relationship. A woman that could barely afford to take care of herself but was too stubbornly enamored with her home to consider leaving with him. A newborn that was barely strong enough to clutch her fist, got her first stamp in her passport. Another was a surprise to be discovered two months later. 

It was probably an interesting tale. Neither of them heard much of it. Their thoughts were filled with memories of secret rendezvous in the equipment room and stolen kisses in an empty student council room. Neither of them thought they had a reason to hide, but they both found a certain thrill in receiving little notes pushed through the slots of their lockers and in the knowing little smiles and glances they shot each other in passing, full of promises that no one around them could interpret. They had their own personal bubble.

And now that bubble has popped.

…

Elsa watched the baseball team practice from the office the student council borrowed after hours. It was a habit. One she was having trouble shaking. It made her feel a disgusting lurch in her stomach when she realized she couldn’t will herself to look away. 

It had been four agonizing days since they found out the truth. It all felt surreal to her, especially when she watched Anna stick out her tongue like she always did before a pitch, just because she saw people do it on TV shows. Her form was flawless, as far as Elsa could tell with her very limited knowledge of the sport. Maybe not flawless, but always the same. Even now. 

That was the problem. Everything felt the same. School went on as normal for them. Boring chats about the latest political news still assaulted her eardrums to no end once they finished their very short roundtable during student council. Despite popular belief, Elsa couldn’t care less who made what decisions or how the change in this would affect the price of that. It felt like watching paint dry. Why on earth highschool students anywhere thought this was an interesting way to pass the time was beyond her. But, it was safer this way. 

By now, Elsa would have already excused herself, gathering her notes and whatever other papers would have been handed to her and making her way out the door before anyone could invite her to their next outing. She would be meeting Anna in the hallway just outside the girl’s changing rooms. Sometimes she would get there early on purpose and catch the other girl while she was still changing. Then they’d-

Elsa shot up from her seat, physically knocking herself away from that train of thought. She knew the other student council members were looking at her like she was insane right then. Honestly, she felt like she was going crazy. She took a few deep breaths, ignoring their questions of concern. 

No, she wasn’t fine. But she should at least be able to pretend she was.

…

Anna waved excitedly to the rest of her teammates as they left the field. They told her the usual things: “don’t stay back too long” and “don’t work too hard”. She laughed as always and promised not to hang back for longer than an hour. They left. Her heavy smile finally melted away. The sickness she felt within herself doubled immediately without the distraction of other people around. She wondered bitterly if the others could tell what poor form she was in and just pretended not to notice. There’s been a lot of pretending these past four days. Like how throughout practice, she was pretending not to notice the blonde sitting in her usual place, her head turning every so often, just enough to be able to see out the window. 

Anna always caught Elsa watching her practice. It used to make her try harder, trying to impress her impromptu audience. Now it just tripped her up and made her stomach do all kinds of horrible things in her gut.

She walked over to her bat and picked it up from the ground. She faced down the diamond. She swung. She pulled her body back, getting back into form. And then she swung again. Form up. Swing. Form up. Swing. She wasn’t good at thinking about the hard things. Elsa did that for both of them. Form up. Swing. It allowed her to focus on the things she was good at. And so, she would swing until her arms screamed and her mind went blank and she couldn’t think about all the messy little details of her life.

She got interrupted. She heard her coach’s voice before she saw him. “I’m surprised you’re still out here. You usually go early on a Tuesday.”

Anna dropped her bat.

…

Elsa stood in the hall, still contemplating turning around and just leaving. She wasn’t sure what possessed her to think this was okay, but the moment she saw those red pigtails bank the corner, she knew it was too late to turn back.

Anna paused mid step when she saw Elsa standing in the hallway just outside the girl’s changing room. It felt like forever since they last saw each other alone. Over the weekend, they spent every afternoon at Anna’s place, but it was so their parents could catch up really. Neither of them wanted to be there like that - pretending like it was all one big family reunion and everything was fine.

“I didn’t expect you there.” The words fell out of Anna’s mouth before she could stop them. She cursed inwardly. “Not that I didn’t want to see you or anything, I just…” When she noticed the flat look on Elsa’s face, the words died on her tongue. Her hand came up to nervously rub the back of her neck.

Elsa’s eyes flicked to her feet. It wasn’t that she thought this was a good idea at all, not by a long shot, but that didn’t stop her feet from bringing her here anyway apparently. “The other council members just reminded me that it’s Tuesday-”

Anna barked out a laugh. “Coach just did the same to me.”

Elsa smiled despite herself. God she hadn’t heard Anna laugh since…

They stayed like that for a few more palpable seconds before Anna began to walk toward her, picking up the conversation. “We already missed it ya know.”

Elsa shuffled her feet. “I usually record it anyway, remember?” There was no need to remind her why she always recorded them. They always had a habit of… distracting each other.

They were still at least two feet apart now, but it still felt too close. Anna bit her lip and stopped in place.

“That means we could just watch it another day.”

“No.” Elsa’s head shot up so she could look Anna in the eye and the word came out before she could even process what was going through her mind. Her grip on the strap of her bag became a stranglehold. She didn’t know why she was saying what she was about to say, but she said it anyway. “We always watch it on Tuesdays.” She felt like a child, insisting on something that felt as ridiculous as this. 

She expected Anna to look at her disapprovingly and tell her that she sounded as childish as she felt she did. But instead, she watched as the awkward little tensions and the tightness in her jaw relaxed and Anna’s face pulled into the softest most natural smile she had seen in days. “Okay!” And that was that.

Before she knew it, Elsa had already driven them both to her house and they were raiding the kitchen for snacks. The distance between them was melting at a snail’s pace but they could both sense it regardless. One moment they were on opposite ends of the kitchen. In the next, Elsa was tossing a bag of stale chips that Anna had apparently hidden weeks ago and forgotten about, at the girl’s head. Another moment later, they were sharing the couch as Elsa pulled up the recording.

It was some ridiculous survival show with bits of chaotic challenges thrown in to allow the competitors to earn some edge over the others if they won. Most days Elsa forgot what the show was called. Anna wasn’t much better. She wasn’t sure if Anna had ever bothered to learn the name of the show. It didn’t matter. Tuesday was the day they had the place to themselves. Sure, Els- their father worked late Monday through Wednesday, but they chose Tuesday. It was the afternoon they decided to cut back on their other responsibilities and just be. They would watch their ridiculous reality TV show, eat junk food, laugh, smile, and just be together.

When Elsa recoiled at the sight of the competitors chomping on some large beetle-like bug while it was still alive, Anna had to grab her belly with how hard she was laughing. Elsa smacked the chips out her hand as she mimicked the sound of the bug made when it got crunched. Then it was Elsa’s turn to tease Anna when the girl got squeamish after one of the competitors ended up with a huge gash in their arm that would, one big enough to probably get them deemed unfit to continue. She never was good with the sight of blood, despite how often she got battered and bruised between all the sports she played and how clumsy she was outside of that. 

But then old habits betrayed them. Anna felt the nausea start to kick in as the camera focused on the wound, so Elsa took pity on her and pulled her close, pressing a small kiss to her temple, just as she always did at times like this.

They froze, but even that had an effect on them as Elsa’s lips lingered against Anna’s skin. They pulled back from each other slowly, as if one wrong move would cost them everything. 

It might.

They stopped, their faces just a mere few inches apart but even that felt suffocating. Their gazes were caught. They knew - they both knew - that something dangerous was taking hold. But when Anna’s eyes flicked down to look at Elsa’s slightly parting lips, Elsa followed suit. When they gravitated toward each other, neither of them knew or, at this point, cared. 

It was far from the first time their lips met. Far from the first time their hands wondered. And when Anna’s hands grabbed Elsa’s thighs as she picked her up, walking with just a bit of strain toward the kitchen counter, well that wasn’t the first time either.

Hands grew bolder. Kisses grew heated. 

Normally, it would end there, with needy curious hands being pulled back and kisses being dialed back. But today was different. And it was different, because everything felt the same. By now a feeling of disgust should have stopped them. Guilt should have come between them. They went on, expecting something to take over and stop them before it was too late. But every grab and touch felt just as electrifying as it always did and every kiss tasted just as sweet. What should have been impossibly distant boundaries turned out to only be as thin as the fabrics between them. The sound of iniquity filled the air, a chorus of moans and whimpers and well…

And when it, quite literally, came to an end, Elsa’s arms wrapped around Anna’s shoulders, and Anna’s found the small of Elsa’s back. They pressed their foreheads together and just gave in to each other’s warmth. 

They both realized that these past few days, they had foolishly feared stumbling over the point of no return. But it turned out, they were long past that. From the moment Elsa agreed to a weekend lunch date, Anna’s treat, after crushing the girl on a volleyball court almost a year ago, there was no turning back.

[rabbiteclair]

cut for overly serious pet obituary. you can probably figure it out if you've been following my posts on the topic. don't feel pressured to read this if you are one of the 99.9% of people on here who don't really have any relationship with my pets, because it's long and frankly probably not that interesting unless it personally relates to you.

They euthanized Anna this afternoon. She really was learning to live with her issues a bit better... but they were still issues, and big ones. Her spine had pretty much collapsed (practically universal in old rabbits) and she had arthritis. Between the two, simple things like raising her head would leave her shaking in pain. Her tumor was growing more aggressively than predicted. She couldn't play or clean herself anymore, and I think she was in constant pain. She was really defensive and short-tempered those last few weeks, and I don't know if I've heard her purr in months. The vet's opinion was that any treatment they could give her at this point might just buy an extra few weeks before she ended up dying of gut stasis or being immobilized by pain.

I took her in for a checkup on her condition, and that was the one real treatment option they could offer. Since this all kind of happened by surprise, things happened out of order, so I got to ugly-cry while the vet assistant asked me things like, "We do have to ask this for legal reasons: has she bitten anybody within the past fifteen days?" I was holding her until her last waking moment, and with her until the end.

Nothing like this ever has the gravitas that you think it should. Here is one thing about euthanizing a rabbit: they sleep with their eyes open. So after they gave her the first shot to sedate her, the nurse came in to check if she was fully asleep yet, and neither of us were sure how to tell. We ended up putting her on the table and poking her to see if she'd respond. Rabbits have tiny little veins, small enough that the vet spent about three minutes trying to thread a needle into one before giving up and taking a do-over. And it is molting season, so all of these proceedings were carried out in a fluffy cloud of drifting rabbit hair.

A lot of rabbits never really learn to be comfortable around humans. Especially rescues. Sunny and Shadow originally belonged to a family with overly-friendly small children, and I'm not sure if they'll ever really trust me. Cody was a shy scaredy-cat who was constantly intimidated by being around something as big and loud as a human. Anna was a weirdo. Back when I lived in an apartment and could give them the run of the place, Anna would chase me out into the living room and nip my ankle to demand snacks. She would climb onto my bed and headbutt my face in the middle of the night if they spilled their water bowl or something, and learned how to rattle toys against the cage bars to summon me from another room. If I read on the floor, she would rip books out of my hands and toss them away to demand for me to pet her. I have a good half-dozen books with rabbit bite marks to prove it.

One time I was laying on the floor with her and she groomed my hair. It's a social gesture for rabbits, something that they only really perform with friends. Which I guess is about the best way I can summarize it. I've liked every rabbit that I kept. She was the who let me get close enough to communicate across the species barrier, and enjoyed my company enough to hang out in the living room listening to metal with me.

She was a friend, and I'll miss her.

[formenis]

Rain

Anon asked: “ Can you do a one-shot were reader is Light's sister and secretly in a relationship with L and she spends the night with L at HQ for the first time and Light catches her leaving L's bedroom and confronts her and L in front of the whole Task Force“

A/N: sure dear. But since in the manga L and Light were handcuffed together at the HQ, I changed a bit the location so this one-shot is set in the hotel we can all see in the anime.

Again, sorry if you find mistakes in my stories, English is not my first language.

pairing: L x Light’s sister!reader

warning: none

requested: yes

H/L = hair length

H/C = hair colour

F/C = favourite colour

E/C = eye colour

Y/A = your alias

The third Yagami. Why did nobody talk about her? Y/N Yagami: H/L hair in a shining H/C shade, excellent scholastic career and charming personality. Few years younger than Light and older than Sayu, she was as smart as Light, as perfect as her older brother despite the tiny age gap so why she wasn't on everyone's lips like him? Simple, because she liked something called discretion.

Y/N Yagami never liked being under the spotlight (A/N: ahah did you get the joke here?). She was an excellent student yes, Soichiro and Sachiko's pride, but she didn’t show it off.

Y/N, Light and Sayu had a special bond. They would do everything for each other, they were one the confidant of the other. However, since the end of November 2003 Light started to act strange. He would spend more time in his room than with Y/N or Sayu and both of her didn’t know the reason. He was more distant and colder with her too and this made Sayu a bit sad.

But, as we said before, Y/N loved discretion. Something happened to her too. She met someone. It was a strange encounter, Y/N admitted it.

♰ FLASHBACK ♰

It was another rainy day at Tokyo but Y/N had her F/C umbrella in her bag. Luckily it wasn’t that heavy so she was pretty confident she would reach home all dry.

Wrong. Not much after she left the Daikoku Private Academy (her high school), a heavy shower poured on her and the tiny pocket-sized umbrella could do precious little. Fortunately, a nearby bakery had a big awning and she ran towards it searching for a shelter.

«Damn…such a timing…» she wasn’t wet but that rain bothered her a lot since that afternoon she wanted to go at the tennis field with Light.

Y/N closed the umbrella and turned to take a look at the shop window of that bakery. In front of her a large variety of sweets, cookies, cakes, ice-creams, candies scattered all together on a table. She frowned finding it quite strange.

«Why on a table?» she asked mostly at herself since she was alone under the awning. However, she soon realised it was not the bakery's shop window but the table of one of the many clients. Then, from behind a black cherry double layer cake, appeared a head of a young man with messy black hair. Y/N observed how greedily that man was eating the cake: in one bite he ate almost half slice of that cake.

She opened her E/C eyes wide at that sight. Were all those sweets only for him? He would get a stomach ache and a cavity if he decided to eat all those sugary delights.

Another good look at the guy and Y/N, if it was possible, would open even wider her eyes: a very slim, pale, young man with messy neck-length black hair and black eyes; those eyes had a deep shadow below them, maybe his sleep was too much overwrought. Y/N noticed how simple his clothes were: a pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt. Nothing more, nothing less.

But two things caught Y/N attention: first, his posture. He seemed to prefer to crouch rather than sit. And second, the way he was holding those sweets, using only a thumb and a finger. For someone as Y/N Yagami, a guy like him was strange yet interesting at the same time. For some reason she wanted to know more about him.

He was going to eat what remained of the slice of cake when he turned his gaze at her. His look was so intense that made Y/N jump for the surprise. However, she got hypnotised by those eyes, so deep black and apparently empty.

They kept staring at each other for a while, none of them looked away or blinked. It was only when someone spoke near Y/N's ear that she snapped back in the real world.

«Y/N, what are you doing here?» it was Light with his usual serious voice. When Y/N looked at him she noticed he was still wearing the Daikoku's uniform.

«Light!» she turned her body fully at him. «I was waiting the rain to stop»

«It stopped ten minutes ago, we're waiting for you at home»

Ten minutes ago? For how much time Y/N and that guy stared at each other then? She apologised to Light and before leaving the bakery's awning she looked inside one more time but she didn’t see that weird boy anymore.

♰ BACK TO THE PRESENT ♰

Since that particular encounter, Y/N met few more times that guy. Especially at the To-Oh University where Y/N was present at a tennis match between that guy and Light. Of course Light won and his little sister couldn’t be happier.

One day, back at that specific bakery where the two saw each other for the first time, Y/N was enjoying a break from her studies with a cup of tea and some sweets when she felt a presence beside her.

«Good afternoon, Miss. May I have a seat?» a warm and monotone voice spoke not much far from her. When Y/N turned towards the source of that voice she couldn’t hide the surprise in finding that same weird guy! What was his name…ah, something like Hideki Ryuga, like the idol. Sayu loved that actor.

Y/N looked around the shop noticing many empty tables so she found it very strange. However, she gestured him the chair in front of her and he sat down. Well, the correct expression was "he crouched" since he didn’t sit like a normal person.

«I noticed you took all the remaining daifuku» (A/N: "daifuku" = a Japanese confection consisting of a small round mochi (glutinous rice cake) stuffed with sweetened red bean paste made from azuki beans. They could be white, pale green, or pale pink-coloured).

«It's because they're my favourite sweets»

Shortly after that a waiter walked closer and took Hideki's order and few minutes later that same waiter brought a cup of tea and a large slice of strawberry shortcake. The two of them stood in silence for a while until Y/N decided to end that embarrassing situation.

«I saw you at the To-Oh…great match» Y/N took a sip of her tea, the steam warmed her face.

«Thank you. Light Yagami was a great rival back then. Aren't you too young for the University?»  he asked tilting his head in confusion, the thumb was pressed against his pale lips. «Oh my, the manners. I'm Hideki Ryuga»

«Like the idol?» Y/N asked surprised.

«Yes» Hideki replied and then he devoured in one bite an entire daifuku.

Of course Y/N didn’t believe him. Sure, it could be true that this guy shared the same name with someone else. However, Y/N had a strange feeling.

«I'm Y/A» she ate a daifuku, a pale-green one.

«Only Y/A?»

«Yes»

Unaware of Y/N, Hideki's gaze darkened. He knew exactly who Y/N was and the fact that she used an alias much like him made grow a strange excitement inside him. That was going to be fun.

♰ TIME SKIP ♰

It went without saying that Y/N and Hideki (or Ryuzaki as he wanted to be called) created a special, deep tie. Something completely different from the connection with Light and Sayu. Between Y/N and Ryuzaki there was understanding, complicity and empathy; they completed each other sentences and their way of reasoning was the same. This bond became even stronger when Ryuzaki revealed he was the greatest detective L. Y/N suspected that he was hiding something but she couldn’t imagine something like that.

Soon they could consider themselves in a romantic relationship. The fact that Y/N was Light's sister could be a problem but not for L. The two of them had a personal way to show love and affection: whispering sweet nothings in each other ears, lacing their fingers together when nobody was looking or gently running a hand over each other’s back or arm. In public they were quite discrete as Y/N requested. However, one day this discretion broke irremediably.

«Are you sure? I mean…I'm Light's sister after all…»

«You're nothing like Light-kun, Y/N»

It was late afternoon, almost dinner time. Very soon Y/N should come back home but before that they had a couple of hours for themselves. Their relationship grew to such an extent that both of them were ready to take one step forward (if you what I mean).

«You're the exact opposite…your eyes don't have the same dangerous shadow as his» L raised the hand and touched Y/N's cheeks, the index finger traced every curve of her features as to register everything.

Y/N smiled leaning in the touch. She looked at him, E/C pools met black ones. After an endless minute, their faces became closer and closer until a kiss connected them. A first chaste and sweet kiss turned in something more passionate and rough, the hands started to roam around their bodies wanting more and more. And they had more those hours.

.

.

.

It was 7pm and Light had to walk back home with Y/N as often happened when she would come with him at Ryuzaki's hotel. The Yagami boy had a strange feeling about his sister: she was acting strange, she was so out of character. Nothing worrying but Light noticed this change in his sister.

He was searching for Y/N around the hotel, they had to meet near the elevator but she didn’t specify which one. That was what Light referred when he said "being out of character": Y/N would never forget a detail like that, he knew she was a precise person.

However, Light would discuss this later but in that moment he had to find his sister. He turned the corner and stopped abruptly at the sight in front of him: Y/N was kissing L on the lips in front of his bedroom.  Light kept staring at them in disbelief, horror and in rage. How dare L do such things with his sister? He was going to pay for this.

After the kiss, Y/N walked away from the bedroom leading towards the private lounge where the task-force worked. Maybe she wanted to say hi to Soichiro before leaving the hotel. Light followed her, his blood was boiling inside him. Now he had another good reason to kill Ryuzaki, at least from his point of view.

«Dad! Me and Light are leaving. Should we wait for you for dinner?»  

«No dear, I'll be late tonight. Be careful on your way home»

Light joined the task-force in the lounge shortly after Y/N. Everyone greeted him but he didn’t say anything. His younger sister found it quite weird.

«Are you alright, Light?»

«Of course, Y/N. Everything's fine…except for the fact I saw you»

«It's good to hear you don’t need glasses, Light…» Y/N tried to appear relaxed by using sarcasm but inside her she was panicking.

«I'm talking about the kiss with Ryuzaki» he crossed the arms while looking sharply at his sister.

«The what?!» Soichiro uttered in shock dropping all the papers on the ground. Even the rest of the task-force was shocked.

In that exact moment L entered the lounge and sat at his armchair ignoring everyone's gaze on him.

«Ryuzaki! Explain! Is it true you kissed my daughter?» Soichiro asked in a rush. His face was red but for rage or embarrassment? Who knew.

«Please Yagami-san, there's no need for these scenes» the greatest detective in the world replied monotone as always.

«Don’t tell me to stay calm, Ryuzaki!»

L sigh. «Light-kun, could you tell your father to stay calm please?»

«I won't say anything, Ryuzaki. However, I would rather an explanation»

«You don’t need explanations, Light. My life has nothing to do with you» Y/N crossed the arms as well, now quite bothered by both her father and brother.

«You cannot date Ryuzaki, Y/N!» Light said firmly.

«And please, may I know the reason?» Y/N counterattacked.

«Because he is way older than you!»

«Look who's talking…the boy who is dating a girl older than him…» Y/N was talking about Misa who was for real two years older than Light.

This back and forth continued for a while and the three Yagamis were raising too much their voices for L's taste. Luckily, the rest of the task-force was too terrified to interfere and kept following with the eyes the moves of Soichiro, Light and Y/N. After a while, L had enough.

«Light-kun, Yagami-san please…» he put down the discussion using his alluring and authoritative voice despite it was always so emotionless. However, Y/N discovered how passionate his voice could be just few hours before in his bedroom. «Have you even considered that your daughter is smart enough to understand what is the best for her? I understand that you, Yagami-san, as a father and you, Light-kun, as a brother were worried about Y/N's safety, but please evaluate her opinion too before making a fuss» L took from the pocket of his jeans a lollipop, he unwrapped it and started to eat it.

Light and Soichiro stopped arguing. At those words Soichiro was deep in thought while Light didn’t change his mind about that topic.  After five minutes of silence, Soichiro sighed.

«I want the best for her too…» he admitted. «And if you're the best for her, Ryuzaki, so be it»

«Dad!» Light protested but Soichiro raised a hand to stop him.

«I know you're worried, Light, but Ryuzaki is right. Y/N…are you sure about him?»

Y/N nodded with conviction. «Yes dad, I trust and love Ryuzaki with all my heart. I want to stay with him»

Soichiro smiled at her. «Good. But Ryuzaki!» he said out of nowhere pointing his index finger to the greatest detective in the world. «If you hurt Y/N in any way I'm going to arrest you!»

In the meantime, Light didn’t say a word. He was trying to elaborate a new plan after that sudden turn of events. When Y/N asked his opinion about that argument, he replied that as long as Ryuzaki treated her with love and respect he could consider the idea to accept that relationship.

But now that his sister and Ryuzaki were a couple, will he continue with his deadly plan?