#i don't know where the helmet went or where blonde came from that's just what i see

[athanmis]

welly belly🤭

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Touch.

Word Count: 1331

Rating: E

Character: Killer <3

Author's Notes: I don't have any excuse. This was a writing exercise to get me back into the groove of writing long form after taking an unintentional hiatus from writing because life got Very Fucking Bad and Very Fucking Chaotic for a while there. Things are calming down now. Maybe I'll finish off some longer WIPs.

Anyways enjoy the smut, I love Killer.

He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, not really. This urging itch, the way it settled just beneath the first layer of his epidermis, as if he could dig deep enough and pull it free but it won’t fucking go. His mind feels foggy, like the early mornings in the South Blue when the fog would roll across the valleys of home, blanketing everything, making it hard to discern what was truly what and what was just his mind playing tricks on him. A frustrated sound escaped him as he tugged the helmet up and over, tossing it aside with little care of where it landed ( a lie, he did care, he aimed for his bed on purpose. ) Maybe it was the warmer weather that had him itching for something- something he couldn’t place his finger on.

Touch.

Taste.

The feeling of skin against skin. A fight? Fucking? Grinding? Grabbing? He couldn’t fucking tell what he wanted. No, that’s another lie; he knows what he wants but to do such an act felt sacrilegious, despite him leaning heavily into his roots of paganism and not the new age religions. It felt wrong; a shame that he wasn’t familiar with pooling, or perhaps its name was actually anxiety.

Killer groaned into his hands, long and low. Frustrated in more ways than one, more ways than he cared to admit as he settled down on the edge of his bed. Teeth gritting, he gave in. Cerulean gaze falling shut beneath heavy golden bangs, jaw relaxing its tight hold of tension. He shifted back on the bed, careful as he laid himself back. His hand- hands meant for fighting, for protecting his Captain and Crew, hands that dripped red with the blood of enemies slaughtered- rose to smooth along his own throat, further down over his chest, feeling the musculature that lay beneath the skin, the way it rippled beneath his own hand as it trailed south, across his stomach, across the patch of hair that settled beneath his naval, thick and blonde and soft.

Fingers teased the waistband of jeans, as if it were not his own, as if it belonged to another. ( That would make things easier, he thought to himself. ) Nimble, quick, the button was undone and fly dragged down centimeter by centimeter, the sound harsh against the lap of waves against the hull. His breaths came slightly faster, soft pants into the warmth of the bedroom. Hips canted into empty air, the hint of a moan trying to break free but settling instead within his throat. Worked up like a damn virgin who’d never felt the touch of another in his life; what had gotten him to this point, he still couldn’t tell. The adrenaline recently? The sight of skin shining under the sun, drenched in sweat or blood? The feeling of skin beneath his hands as a sparring session went too far?

Damn.

His hips rolled, jeans sliding off of strong hips, over thick thighs, kicked to the floor where they’d live for the next… However long this would take. Lavender hued lips parted in a gasp as his hand cupped himself, feeling the way his cock swelled against his fingers, filling out as his mind played with fantasies. A whine- a damned whine- pulled free, spilling into the air as he lost himself to the sensation. Phantom hands caressed; head tilting back as his free hand dragged across his stomach, blunt nails digging into sun kissed skin, raising welps in their wake that would vanish within the hour. Higher, higher, settling around his throat, squeezing, pulling out a groan, hips bucking against his own touch.

Needy thing, he was.

Away went the underwear, discarded to join its predecessor on the floor. Crudely, fingers pushed into his mouth, tongue laving at the digits in a way he know would be considered downright sinful. He didn’t care, couldn’t find it within himself to give a singular damn in the moment. Dry drag wasn’t a great feeling, he wasn’t weeping near enough to aid. His hand smoothed down, tongue lolling out as his fingers grasped his cock, feeling the way it pulsed beneath his fingers. He was wasting time, time he didn’t have to waste away like this-

The first pull had a wretched sound tearing free from his chest, a half sob, half moan that he muffled against a pillow. It was as if he’d been doused with some damn aphrodisiac, lost in lust the way he’d become. Of hands rougher than his own, of skin darker than his own, the sharp scent of rubbing alcohol that mixed with the subtle soap, dark hair, red hair; the mixture of sensations that would come. His hand moved slowly, drawing out the pleasure as much as he could, greedily drinking it down. Fingers squeezed- above and below simultaneously, constricting his airway and sending his eyes rolling back in his head as his hips stuttered. He huffed, annoyed by having to move, scooting slightly to get proper purchase on the bed, feet settled atop messy blankets.

When was the last time he’d been so worked up? He wasn’t sure. Teeth dug into his bottom lip, worrying the tissue as his hips rolled into his touch, the motion smooth, steady. Free hand reached up, tangling in wild blonde locks, tugging, the sting only adding to the pleasure that was building in his gut, tensing near the base of his spine. If he wasn’t careful, he’d end this far too soon, and that wouldn’t be any fun. He couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled in his chest as he slowed his hand, as his mind replaced it with another’s. “Fuck,” he cursed softly, voice thick with lust, a mere growl in the heat of the room. “Tha’s good, jus’ like that…” His head tilted back, hand moving over his throat once more- threatening to squeeze before the attention turned, massaging at his chest.

The sound of footsteps had him stilling, breath halting in his chest, blue nearly swallowed by black as he stared at the door. No one entered. The steps continued by. Breath of relief escaped his lips as he shook his head. Finish it up, Killer; he worried his lip as his hand sped up twicefold, thumb swiping across the weeping head, dipping against the slit in a way that had him tensing. Fingers toyed with the sensitive glans, and before he knew it, oh, he was whining, keening, begging quietly to the phantoms of lust that kept him captive. “Close- I’m gonnae-” he tried to warn ( warn who? Who knows. ), though he cut himself off by biting onto the pillow beside his head, panting harshly through his nose as his hand pumped once, twice, three times-

It washed over him so quickly, like a damn tidal wave, crashing against him. His vision blacked out for a moment there, a shudder wracking his frame before he calmed, melting into the mattress. Releasing the pillow from betwixt teeth, he took a much-needed moment to catch his breath. Gaze turned down to his chest, to the white that had splattered there. Lip curled in mild annoyance, he pushed himself up and reached over, taking hold of a rag he’d used that morning to clean his face with. Quick swipes cleaned his chest of any evidence of what had just occurred. He tugged his shirt back down, reached over for both underwear and jeans and slid them on in quick succession, followed by shoes.

A glance in the mirror had him pausing; lip swollen from his biting, lipstick smeared in a way that screamed sin. Lips quirked up in a small smirk as he decided not to fix that. No one would be able to see it, not with the helmet- which was quickly pulled over messy blonde locks. No, no one would have any idea about what had occurred. Clearing his throat, he crossed to the door, pulling it open. The sound of muffled conversation and laughter reached him immediately, followed by Kid’s loud bark of laughter.

Back to work.

[idkwhylou]

Untouchable pt.2

Summary : The morning after your night with Bob you left as quickly as possible being too afraid of these new feelings felt with him the evening before but after a very sunny day and some football games your problems disappeared pretty quickly.

Bob Floyd x militarybrat!reader/f!reader

Words : 7K +

A/N : THEY’RE SO CUTE.

part.1 here :)

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As the sun had just risen Bob's alarm echoed in his room, he reached out his arm to stop the noise before letting out a grunt of displeasure wanting to sleep longer. He rubbed his eyes gently before straightening up without any problems, he turned his head and noticed that you weren't there anymore which made him frown. He grabbed his glasses that were still on the bedside table and quickly put them on as he got up from his bed and rushed out of the room trying not to stumble despite the darkness. He took the time to put on some boxer shorts and headed straight for the kitchen hoping to see you even if deep down he suspected where you were now, rather this morning he felt the mattress move but thought you were going just in the bathroom, Bob was so tired he didn't notice you left and never came back.

He pouted when he realized that his thought was correct and that you had already left, he looked for a moment for a post-it or anything else that you could have left him but there was absolutely nothing. So he went to the bathroom to get ready and take a shower without waiting any longer not wanting to risk being late, when he came back to his room he opened the curtains and his gaze fell on your bra watch still on the ground. He picked it up by taking it by the ramp and put it on his bed telling himself that he would put it away later, he dressed quickly and left his house to reach his car and go directly to the base. As the jazz radio blared in his car the only thing he could focus on was not the road but you.

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Bob had indeed arrived late for work but only a few minutes and no one had noticed his absence, it was the first time that being quiet could be useful he thought. But when Maverick finished his speech Natasha walked quickly towards him.

“Where were you this morning ?” Phoenix asked approaching the blond before leaving the room to go on the tarmac.

Maybe someone noticed after all.

“Oh uhm… I was just l-late.” Said the pilot unsure of himself.

The young woman narrowed her eyes and tried once again to ask him why he was late, but when he answered her again the same thing she did not try to push further, telling herself that he would tell her about it later and that it was not the time. She knew very well that the pilot never arrived late, he would even arrived early most of the time. Deep down she suspected that there was something else and that he wasn't just overslept. She looked at him as he walked away from her in direction of their plane.

“So ?” Asked a voice behind her.

She looked one last time at Bob then turned her head to look at rooster behind her, “He said nothing.”

The man with the moustache sighed and placed himself next to the dark haired woman, their eyes both resting on the young pilot chatting with the others, “That doesn’t smell good.”

“I know.” Sighed the woman at the statement of her friend, “We should have done something when it was still possible, now it’s-”

“-chaotic.” Bradley cut off Natasha knowing exactly where she was going.

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The morning had been hell for Phoenix and Bob. They had failed all the exercises and because of the WSO, Natasha got out of the f18 quickly and waited for the blond to get out so she could discuss with him.

“What happened ?” She asked slightly angrily.

Bob came down the last rung and put his feet on the floor taking off his helmet, “I don't know-”

“You do not know ? First this morning you arrive late and now you don't even know how to tell me what to do ?”

“I don't know Phoenix, I'm sorry I don't know what got into me-”

“No you know very well you just don't want to tell me and there's no problem Bob, you don't want to talk well don't tell me anything but then try to do thing correctly.” Say the pilot by cutting him off again before moving away from him to join Rooster who was a little further and who was waiting patiently.

Bob lowered his head and sighed, he had been mediocre. Phoenix was right, because of him they failed Maverick's exercises when it was supposed to be child's play. He was disappointed with him but the worst part was that Phoenix was disappointed too. The blond put on his glasses which had slipped on the end of his nose then set off for the locker room to drop off his belongings and take a good shower to come to his senses. He entered the room and realized that no one was there and he was going to be alone to be able to put his thoughts in order. The pilot undressed, entered the showers and turned on the tap to let the hot water run over his body, he faced the wall and placed both hands on it, lowering his head.

The truth was that he couldn't get you out of his mind all morning just like in the car a few hours ago. Bob was not used to doing one night stands, it’s been such a long time since he had been intimate with someone. He doesn't even know why he kissed you yesterday at the bar, a feeling deep inside him burned when he looked at you, there was this constant attraction which he couldn't resist. All evening he had been watching you from the corner where he was sitting, Fanboy had repeated to him several times to take a step towards you, assuring him that you were also glancing at him but he had not listened to him. So when you talked to him at the bar he couldn't resist offering you a drink, the little voice in his head begging him to do so. That same voice also told him to join you on the floor and almost ordered him to kiss you.

In no way did he regret what happened between you yesterday, he loved it. But Bob would have preferred to take more time with you, you were so beautiful and you seemed so nice. Your voice was so soft, the blond was sad to think he might never hear it again. He would have preferred to just have a drink with you and then invite you to a date, but the idea that maybe you wouldn't have accepted scared him too much so he preferred to ruin everything by taking you to his house. What he liked the most was when you called him Bobby, no one had ever called him that and you did it spontaneously without thinking. Your voice was still ringing in his ears even though it had been so long since you left each other. He had nothing to contact you again ; no number, no address, nothing. Maybe unlike him you didn't want to see him anymore and maybe yesterday evening was more than enough for you and that was probably why you didn’t left your number. Maybe you called him Bobby out of the blue but still Bob couldn't stop thinking about you. How would things have gone if you had gone further yesterday ? He even thought at one point that if you hadn't gone further it was because he sucked in bed. He tried to imagine what it would be like to really make love to you even if yesterday he was already quite close. He wondered where he could take you on a date, what books you liked or what style of music you listened to.

Bob was completely lost. He didn't know you and yet you had been haunting his thoughts since you left, he couldn't focus on anything else which was problematic. The worst part is that he knew that even if you wanted something with him it would be almost impossible because you were a military brat, that's also one of the reasons why he didn't dare to speak to you at Hard Deck. Yet he loved the way you made him feel, this dominance you naturally had with him was perfect, even if he was tired of blushing every time you looked at him deep down he loved the effect you could have on him. The blond turned off the water and stopped overthinking, he got dressed quickly then put some gel in his hair before putting his glasses back on and heading towards the cafeteria with his lunch in hand. When he entered the large room he looked around for his friends and found them pretty quickly, the cafeteria was packed like every Tuesday actually. The pilot silently sat down at the table and began to eat his sandwich while his friends continued their discussion, next to him was Rooster and on the other side Phoenix. As he stared at Hangman without really paying attention to what he was saying, the two pilots next to him exchanged a look.

“Are you okay Bob ?” Bradley asked, nudging him.

The pilot lifted his head and nodded quickly as his gaze was soon disturbed by something else or rather someone, he quickly swallowed what was still in his mouth and put his things together as the two pilots were still staring at him. “Sorry, I have to go.” He said quickly as he got up and left the cafeteria almost running.

As Bradley watched Bob walk out of the room, Natasha looked where the pilot was looking a moment ago and her gaze fell into someone who let her know why he had reacted the way he did, she shook her head understanding that it was too late now and there was already a problem.

“What's going on with Baby on Board ?” Hangman asked, leaning back in his chair before crossing his arms.

Natasha nodded to where Bob was looking before he rushed off, so all the pilots looked back and quickly realized what the agitation was about. From where they were you could see Maverick having lunch with his daughter, no one had thought to ask the blond how the rest of the evening had gone for him and the girl.

“Do you think she broke his heart ?” Asked Payback worried about his friend.

“No.” Answered simply Rooster knowing well the girl.

“I think that actually it’s quite the opposite.” Said Phoenix still looking at the girl before glancing at the tall pilote in front of her.

“No way ! Baby on board got laid ?!” Exclaimed Hangman.

“Shut up bagman.” Said Fanboy defending his friend.

The conversation resumed while Natasha still had her gaze on you, she hesitated to come and talk to you but quickly changed her mind. First you were with your dad so it was not really the perfect moment to ask you if you had sex with her back seater and of course Bob was old enough to handle his own love affairs.

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A few days later Bob still had no news from you, he ended up spitting it out to Natasha and explaining to her what had happened after she rushed him to explain what happened since that mysterious night, he of course didn't forget to specify how you haunted his thoughts day and night. Despite this the pilot was too shy to ask her or Bradley about you, he had heard from the brunet that you had organized a movie night with your father and him but rooster had quickly moved on when he realized that the blonde was there. The man with glasses thought that you really didn't want him for what had hurt him, but Phoenix had explained your situation to him, whether it was your way of life or the stupid rule your father had always imposed on you. On one hand it had reassured Bob in one way or another but he still felt this emptiness in him since you had left his side but he had never tell the woman about that.

He had kept your bra as if you were going to ring his doorbell one day to pick it up, he couldn't throw it away and thought it was useless but he didn't have the strength to give it back to Natasha so that she could give it to you again. With this underwear you were somehow always there, many times the pilot realized that it was very strange to keep it on but did not prefer to think more than that. This garment was a way of telling him that he had indeed spent the evening with you, that he had already had the opportunity to taste your sweet lips or just you in general. Nat had insisted that the situation had nothing to do with him and that the problem was indeed with you but that he could not do anything about it.

The last time the pilots went together to the Hard Deck he spent the evening looking at the bar or the front door hoping to see you there with your blouson but you never came which made him realize once again that it was really finished and that there would never be anything between you two again, as if there had already been something. That same night the same music you had been dancing together echoed through the bar, Bob thought back to the moment and smiled stupidly as he felt a sense of joy inside him but once the music was over he was empty again, he had therefore decided to leave and return home quickly to avoid breaking down in front of everyone.

This afternoon he had to go to the beach for a practice which surprised him, earlier in the morning a fight had exploded between Hangman and Rooster which had freed the pilots but Maverick quickly recovered them and indicated that the afternoon training would be done especially at the beach behind the hard deck. He had not specified anything more, the pilot had suspected that it was not necessary to come in complete outfit so he had opted for simple beach shorts with a t-shirt thinking that would do the job very well. Once there at training time, he quickly joined his teammates who were already there, all wondering what was going to happen and no one had yet by Maverick.

“Reflex !” Cried out a raspy voice cutting off the pilots in their exchange.

Everyone turned around and Hangman caught the ball the older man had thrown at him, the pilot with a big smile on his face set down a folding beach chair on the hot sand before walking over to the pilots and explained them what the purpose of this training was. Once the explanations were finished the teams formed quickly and Bob ended up in Bradley's team with Natasha, the exercise was simple ; a game of football. To recognize the different teams Hangman had insisted that his had to take off their t-shirts and Rooster's keep them, the arrangement was to the delight of the blond with the smirk but quickly all the players ended up shirtless except for Bob who had decided to keep it.

After already a game they could see a female figure coming down the steps at the back of the bar and heading towards the field, the one with the glasses thought first of Penny but as the person who was walking in their direction was getting closer to them the more he realized who it really was. When the woman placed a cooler filled with cold drink on the ground next to Mav, Bob swallowed his saliva with difficulty and turned around not wanting to look at her or meet her gaze feeling ashamed when he had done nothing. You bent down to open the lid and show your father what you had brought at Penny's request before you straightened up and your gaze fell directly on the only person with his back to you, you looked at him for a second before looking away completely feeling the shame growing inside you.

In the last few days the only thing you were thinking about was the shy pilot who turned his back on you, you felt bad for having left him without any news but you preferred to act like this. The night you got home with him you felt a very strange feeling that you had never felt before, so you decided to stop things quickly to prevent you from losing control of the situation. Despite the fact that the evening ended earlier than it should have, you still had this unbearable feeling. You were ashamed to have acted as you had done with him, he deserved an explanation but you had reacted with such impulsiveness and without any reflections that it was too late to tell him something. And the last thing you expected today was to see him at the beach with your dad, the thought of him being there didn't even cross your mind because after the way you acted with him the last thing you wanted was to meet him somewhere and even less with your father near.

The morning after your father had heard you come home and came to see you in your room, despite your efforts you had not managed to be discreet enough. As he was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest you avoided eye contact and acted like you were looking for something, that's the same moment you realized you were out of your bra which made you stop in your movements. You had turned to your father and let yourself break down in front of him, while the tears had ran down your cheeks Pete had hastened to take you in his arms to comfort you. His warm, comforting hand had gently caressed your back before leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Shhh everything is going to be alright, sweetie I'm here don't worry I'm not going anywhere.” He had said as he had tightened his embrace. After a while you had calmed down but your father had never let you go, he had whispered tender words to you to calm you down which worked. “Who should I kill ?” He had asked adding a slight touch of humor even though in reality the only thing he wanted was to hurt the person who had made you like this.

You had pulled away from him and had wiped your wet cheeks, “Nobody. It's nothing don't worry-”

“It's nothing ?” He had asked cutting you off.

“Thank you for comforting me dad but I assure you it's nothing serious-”

“Nothing serious ? Please explain to me Y/N, I can't do as if nothing happened when you come home on this state.” He had said in a soft worried voice.

An uncomfortable silence had settled before you took a deep breath, you had looked your father in the eyes once more and you could read that the only thing he wanted was an explanation from you. So you took a deep breath before you started talking, “Okay but first you have to promise me you won't get upset.”

Pete had nodded quickly to encourage you to continue even though currently you had worried him even more, “Like I told you it's nothing serious but...Tonight- I mean-”

“Hey, sweetie breath.” He had said putting one of his hands on your cheek to comfort you, the only person who had seen you in such a state was your father. You had never gave people the opportunity to see you in such a state like the one you were.

“I was at the Hard Deck,” you began, your father had sighed even if you hadn't said anything yet, he suspected very well what was next. “I met someone and we spent the evening together. But the problem is… I- Well, I don't know how to explain it. I had this unbearable feeling inside me, I had never felt the same with someone. I was so helpless but in control at the same time, everything was getting mixed up and nothing was clear. I panicked and came home when the only thing I wanted to do was stay with him.”

Your father had taken you back in his arms before answering you, “Like a desire ?” He had tried to guess the feeling you were talking about to try to move things forward so he could sort it out.

“Yes that's it ! A burning desire but there was so much more, I was so afraid that I couldn't control anything anymore so I preferred to stop everything.”

“I see.” He had said, stroking your hair as he rested his chin on the top of your head. “Was he a pilot ?” He had asked you while facing you again.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded shyly, “You promised you weren't going to get upset.” You had quickly remembered him. He had sighed again, shook his head and let out a laugh which made you smile softly, you went back to bed but failed on falling asleep. Later your father had sent you a message proposing that you come to the base to have lunch with him.

Back on the beach you cut yourself off from your thoughts as Natasha who was taking a break and refereeing one of the two games saw you from afar and stopped what she was doing to jog towards you, she saw out of the corner of her eye Bob trying to hide even if he didn't really blend into the landscape with his yellow t-shirt.

“Hey, what are you doing here ?” She asked placing her hands on her hips standing in front of you blocking your view.

Your gaze slid from Bob to her, your facial expression light up and you offered her a smile before answering. “Oh dad proposed me to pass by.”

Phoenix nodded but before she had time to add anything the girl in front of her excused herself and walked back to the bar behind quickly, the woman sighed and turned her head towards the pilot still at the same place. He turned around trying to be discreet even if it was completely missed, his gaze fell directly on Natasha alone in the same place where you were a moment ago, he frowned and looked straight ahead not understanding where you were. He watched you attentively when you were already on the steps at the back of the bar, he sighed in turn and lowered his head before joining his teammate who was a few meters from him. The sun was aggressive in the back of Bob's neck as he headed towards the dark haired woman, he could feel his skin heating up. Once in front of her he bent down to take the sunscreen that was in his bag, he had already applied some before but thought it was better to put on some more.

“Don't worry, everything will be fine.” Phoenix began as the pilot applied the cream to his face, he put cream back in the palm of his hand and then put some on his arms. “I´m sure she'll still be at the Hard Deck later, you'll find an excuse to go talk to her !”

The pilot sighed again and watched out of the corner of his eye as Mav got up from his chair to join the other pilots for the next game, once far enough away from them he spoke up and looked straight into the eyes of the woman in front of him hoping that she will finally understand. “I can't. She clearly doesn't want me and neither does her father.”

Phoenix dropped her head back letting out a sound of displeasure from her mouth before putting her hands on her back seater's shoulders and shaking him lightly, “Come on Bob ! Are you blind ? She was completely frustrated to see you here, of course she wants you otherwise she wouldn't have left so quickly.” She explained as the WSO looked down and played whit his fingers not knowing what to do or say. “I don't know what's going on in her pretty little head and honestly I'd rather not know,” she continued with a laugh. “But what is certain is that she likes you.”

He jerked his head up and his eyes widened in amazement at what his friend had just told him, “No, I don't think so-”

“Bob. I know her, she's not the style to go home with a simple stranger-”

“Yet she did.” He interrupted her, taking a step away from her.

“Are you going to stop cutting me off and let me finish ?” She exclaimed slightly annoyed by his stupid behavior, the blond nodded and muttered a sorry before letting the brunette continue. “I don't know how exactly she feels about you but what's for sure is that she appreciates you enough for coming home when you're a mere stranger, and honestly that's worth a conversation.”

“You think ?”

"I am sure of it. And for Maverick,” when he heard his superior's name Bob felt shivers run down his spine but not in a good way like he felt with you the last time. “He won't do anything to you. You are a good person Bob.” Her friend assured him with a big smile on her face one last time before giving him a light pat on the shoulder, she then walked to the field leaving Bob alone with sunscreen badly spread on his face.

Just as you were about to open the back door to get inside again, Penny threw the door open. You quickly pulled away to avoid getting hit and the woman quickly excused herself realising she could have hurt you, you laughed softly reassuring her that it was nothing she then offered to sit together on the wooden table behind you. You turn back to where the brunette was pointing and realized that you were in the perfect angle to observe the pilots playing, you hesitated for a moment but ended up accepting telling yourself that it was a shame not to take advantage of the current weather, but deep inside you you knew that it was better to go home right now before things go wrong. You reassured yourself by seeing from afar that the blond was playing again, you tell yourself that he was not going to notice your presence since he would be too focused on the game. The two of you settled down and began to discuss about anything and everything, without any astonishment the discussion was now centered on your return to Miramar near your father.

“If you wanted to settle outside is it because dad is playing or am I wrong ?” You asked Penny with a smirk before resting your chin on the palm of your hand which was leaning on the wood of the table. She looked at you with wide eyes before laughing nervously and reassuring you that it was only for the sun that she had settled there, you gave her a look that made her understand that you did not believe a single word that came out from her mouth.

“And why did you come back so quickly ? Could it be because of a pilot with glasses ?” She asked quickly trying to change the subject and get herself out of the sticky situation she'd gotten herself into by simply sitting down at her table. You lifted your head and straightened up coughing not expecting this question, you ran a hand through your hair thinking about what to answer but the brunette was faster. “Oh sorry sweetie, that was inappropriate-”

“No, there are no worries Pen.” You reassured her quickly by cutting her off before she felt guilty. “It's just that it's-” You started turning your head to watch the pilot running as fast as he could before jumping slightly to catch the ball, once in hand he lifted it in the airs showing it to everyone around him before scoring a point for her team.

“-Complicated ?” Penny suggested to you looking attentively at your face. You turned your head for a moment to look at her before nodding realizing how much she and your father were alike, they had the same way of comforting you which made you smile softly before looking back at the pilots, now the blond was on rooster's shoulders and you could watch everyone cheering him on, even Hangman was happy with his teammate's victory.

You sighed realising how fucked up you were.

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“Three beers for me Penny !” Rooster asked as you sat next to him at the bar, he turned his head and smiled sweetly at you before putting his hand on your back. “We haven't seen each other in a long time, where have you been ?”

“Bradley we saw each other four days ago-”

“Four days is definitely too long for me, you just got home and I already feel like you left. I need my daily dose from my little sister.” He said putting his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him, even if he used to act this way you could feel in his attitude that his action had a completely different purpose. It's like he was trying to comfort you in a certain way. You looked up at him but before you could say anything the older woman brought him his beers, he took them and before turning around he offered you to come with him and the other pilots and without really thinking you accepted.

While most of them were busy playing pool you sat with Rooster on the side, he handed two of the beers he had in his hands to Fanboy and Payback who thanked him before the taller of them resumed his conversation with the blond with glasses in front of him. As you were chatting with Bradley, Mickey couldn't help but look at you, he was surprised that you came after what happened with Bob even though it was still unknown to him what really happened between the two of you but it had been a few days since his friend was completely offline and totally different. He had understood the day in the refectory that indeed something had happened with you but he never wanted to ask thinking that if the pilot wanted to confide he would have come by himself and there was no point in rushing him. When the brunet turned again and gave his attention to the discussion between his friends he could see his blond friend's facial expression out of the corner of his eye, he looked at him and gave him a comforting smile before laughing softly at a joke that Payback had just done.

Bob couldn't take his eyes off you even though deep down the only thing he wanted to do was bury himself six feet underground to avoid meeting your gentle gaze, the feeling of emptiness in him was completely gone and like the warmth the sun that had just been on his neck it descended into his chest. But while his eyes had never left you all evening you turned your head felt observed but you quickly regretted having moved when you came across a pair of eyes as blue, once again the feeling of guilt returned to you. But when you saw that the pilot wasn't looking away and the only thing he could do was blush slightly you gave him a smile as warm as the feeling in his abdomen. He lowered his head before raising it quickly and taking it upon himself to smile back at you, even though on the outside you might look normal, inside you were exploding with joy when you noticed that the pilot didn't hate you not even just a bit. You bit your lower lip already regretting what you were about to do, you nodded your head towards the back door making him understand that you wanted him to follow you outside the bar, he nodded discreetly making you understand that he was going to follow you.

“I'll be here in a minute.” You quickly say to the brunet next to you who was too focused on the game of pool in front of him to notice your eye contact with the pilot before turning on your heels and heading out as fast as you could.

You opened the door and it was only once outside that you realized how hot it was inside, you didn't know if it was just from the people in the bar or from the feeling in your abdomen caused by the man. Once again this feeling of submission returned but you were not trying to fight it and decided to let yourself be carried away by your emotions to see where it will take you at the end of the night, you walked towards the railing and leaned over to lean on it with your forearms. As you watched the magnificent sunset that nature gave you at the start of the evening, the cool wind from the sea slid through your hair like waves on the sand still warm from the day. While you were in your thoughts you didn't even feel the blond's warm and large hand resting on your lower back, as if this place had always been made for him. It was only when he settled into the same position as you that you noticed him, you straightened up and faced him while he kept one of his arms leaning against the wood so that you were also facing you.

Positioned in this way you were taller than him since he was always curled up on himself but you felt so small next to him, at that moment you greatly regretted your choice to have asked him to accompany you outside. You felt the butterflies in your stomach getting more and more excited when nothing had happened yet, you put a piece of hair behind your ear before clearing your throat and decided to speak first. You quickly looked at your feet before straightening your head just as quickly and gathering your courage, “Hi…” You said stupidly, practically in a whisper.

“Hi…” He said, straightening up.

You took the time to observe him attentively as if it had been years since you had seen him when in reality it had only been a few days and yet the only thing you wanted at the moment was to take him in your arms to be able to feel his touch, his skin, his lips against you. His glasses weren't put on his nose correctly, you knew very well that in a moment he was surely going to put them back on correctly while you were talking. His hair wasn't full of gel like last time but it was curling slightly from the salt water he'd swam in with the others earlier that day, you quickly noticed he wasn't wearing his awful uniform but a t-shirt that hugged his bicep perfectly, the same bicep you had clutched at when you felt the orgasm coming- you shook your head to cut yourself off from your own thoughts.

“I'm sorry...” You resumed after a moment.

He frowned and tilted his head not understanding why you were sorry when in his version of the story he was the culprit, “Why ?” He asked without really thinking.

“I am sorry to have left without giving you news, it was not very nice of me. Usually that's what people do, right ? They sleep together and never speak to each other again in their lives, but I-” You started apologizing before stopping to choose your words carefully, not wanting to say anything you’ll regret it. “I couldn't do that. I was scared, that night I felt something new that scared me, something that no one has ever made me feel before and to be honest it’s usually me who make people fell that way. I would have preferred to message you to explain rather than ignore you, but that was the easier option.”

Bob looked at you with wide eyes expecting anything but this from you, he didn't even think that the possibility of you liking him was actually possible. Lost with your confession he did not know how to react, he opened his mouth before closing it quickly not knowing what to say and not wanting to rush you.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have told you that.” You excuse yourself one more time just like him a few days ago then continue with a dry laugh. “You must take me for a someone crazy who liked you as soon as she met you-”

“You-you like me ?” He interrupted you shyly by taking your arm to keep you close to him as you were about to go back inside.

Your gaze first fell on his large hand resting on your bicep before sliding it down his muscular arm to finish on his sweet face, “Yes. That's kind of why I've spent the last few days ignoring you, like today at the beach.” You explained as the confusion on the blond's face grew bigger and bigger.

He let go of you but you did not move away from him, you even took the opportunity to take a step forward to get closer to him. You could feel his breathing on your face while as you predicted, he put his glasses back on before locking his gaze on you and only you. The light and repeated sound of the waves regularly hitting the sand mixed with the resonances of the music of the 80s coming from the bar behind you was the only source of sound around you as the light of the sunset made you see his face more tanned than he really was, you put your hand in the crook of his neck looking at his lips while he never let go of your eyes. He gently leaned towards you gently resting his forehead on yours and closed his eyes to engrave this magical moment in his memory, your two bodies were once again in contact like an uncontrollable fusion mixing with the feeling of burning desire in you.

“I’m scared.” You confessed, breaking the comfortable silence in which you were.

“We can take our time. You know I-I regret having rushed to this point, I would have preferred to take it s-slow and take my time with you but I was so afraid of losing everything and never knowing this intense feeling that I preferred ruining everything.” He reassured you by pulling away from you just enough to look you straight in the eye again.

You smiled at him tenderly before taking him in your arms, your head naturally settled in his neck and you couldn't help but inhale his scent which was still so familiar to you. You were fighting the urge to kiss him but you knew very well that the risk was to lose everything when you had decided to try properly, you took him by the hand and pulled him with you inside as the hints of orange and pink in the sky faded. Once inside the eyes of all the pilots were on you but you ignored them and walked towards the bar his hand still in yours, you settled down and ordered your drinks before starting to discuss to make further knowledge. Despite the fact that you were attentive to what Bob was telling you, you could see Natasha and Bradley watching the two of you intently with indelible smiles on their faces.

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A few hours later and you were still at the bar when there was hardly anyone left, the night had completely fallen and the warm colors had given way to the coldness of the dark blue sky filled with luminous stars. You had spent the rest of the evening sitting at the bar and chatting under Penny's sharp gaze as she continued to serve you your drinks. In the meantime the other pilots had left without forgetting to pass by you to say goodbye as if it was necessary, but despite everything it made you laugh to see how the blond's friends tried to be polite and trying to harvest informations without spoiling your moment. Bob had pulled your stool closer to his in one move which made you melt in place but you didn't show it even though you knew he had noticed. You had spent the evening discussing your respective lives and even after a while you had dared to discuss your possible future relationship, the pilot was very attentive and understanding what had touched your heart.

Now you were still at the bar sipping the last drops of your drinks, your knees touching innocently despite your thoughts that were far from innocent. “We should go.” The pilot announced looking at the older woman behind the bar washing her last glasses, even if you weren't the last ones it was better this way. You nodded and stood up at the same time which made you extremely close even though it wasn't meant to be.

Bob paid the woman what he owed even if you insisted on paying your drinks but like the last time you failed as you let him payed, he thanked her for her service before indicating that you could start walking towards the exit, he placed his hand in the small of your back gently not wanting to rush you. “Goodnight Penny !” You cried before crossing the threshold of the door.

“Good night love birds !” She answered teasing you with a big smile while wiping a glass which made you roll your eyes as the blond laughed softly.

Once the two of you were outside you felt the cold of the night that had set in for good, you wrapped your arms around you to keep warm and looked at the boy next to you not knowing what to do. “This evening was really-really great.”

“Yes indeed.” You replied simply with a huge smirk on your face when you saw how nervous he was.

“Can I kiss you ?” He asked in a whisper.

You laughed and lowered your head shaking it gently, seeing your reaction the blond quickly apologized by talking too much, thinking that he had done wrong to say aloud what he was thinking quietly. “I'm s-so sorry, I really didn’t want to r-rush you but it's just that the timing- I mean I thought that the-the timing was perfect-”

“It’s not a problem for me, it's more one for my father.” You say, laughing before raising your head and falling on a pale Bob at the mere mention of your father.

“I- uhm…” He tried to form a sentence.

“I'm kidding ! I'm just messing with you.” You said which quickly reassured me, you could even see his shoulders relax. “You don't have to worried about my dad and as for the kiss I think after what we've already done you don't even have to ask me.” You said tilting your head looking at him with desire in your eyes.

“I just wanted to make sure I wasn't rushing you.”

“And I thank you for that. But in the future don't worry about that.”

He nodded and wasted no more time capturing your lips under the starry California sky.

[hiddenlibary]

It was my Pleasure.

One day while walking through the streets of Belobog, you get lost in finding your way home. As luck would have it, the Captain of the Silvermain guards happens to be on duty around this time. Did I mention that you're an undergrounder who happens to be related to Sampo?

I do plan on making a part 2

You are currently walking around the streets of Belobog, lost, and without your older brother. You two had snuck onto the overworld before but never at night, and he never let you in the city. Or near it for that matter.

However, he thought it would be a good idea since he had been getting close to being caught and wanted you to be a lookout.

What he failed to take into account was the fact that he told you to meet him there despite not knowing where to go. As you were looking for your brother you heard fast-approaching footsteps behind you. When you turned around you were met with the sight of the brother you spent the last 15 minutes looking for. Though before you could say anything he ran past you while yelling.

"Don't ask! Just run!"

You paused and quirked a brow, not really sure what he was getting at, though your thought process was cut short when you heard more people approaching you.

When you turned around you were met with Silvermain guards, though one stood out from the rest.

One, because he didn't have a helmet.

Two, he didn't have armor like the others.

And three, he was gorgeous.

He seemed like a character from a novel, the good kind that everyone likes. "Excuse me, miss."

'...I'm so screwed...'

"Uh, yeah?" You couldn't help but mentally scold yourself about how stupid you must have sounded. "I don't mean to bother you, but have you seen someone run through here?" You tilt your head down in thought.

Debating if you should lead them somewhere else despite brother ditching you, or be petty and tell them where they went.

'He's escaped them more than once he can do it again.' You nodded pointing in the direction Sampo went. "I saw a man run that way, he seemed to be in a hurry." The blonde glanced in the direction you pointed in before turning back to you. "Thank you. Have a good night." With that, he and the other guards ran in the direction your brother went.

Since the passage between the overworld and the underworld has been sealed your brother "took it upon himself" to sneak onto the surface to get anything really. Though he would sometimes run errands for Natasha so it wasn't all bad. But still, that wasn't how the Silvermain guards saw it, you reap what you sew.

Besides, the last thing you needed was Selee on your back, or worse, Natasha. The thought made you slightly shiver.

You took the passage back to the underworld and went to Natashas' clinic to see if she had anything to do for you, though you couldn't help but take your time on the overworld and admire the moon and stars.

While you were heading to the clinic you shrieked when two hands grabbed your shoulders and yelled next to your ear. When you turned around you were met with your brother.

"That's for leading them to me. I'm hurt, not even a second thought about your favorite brother." Sampo pouted. "First of all, you're my only brother. Second, that's what you get for leaving me alone, in Belobog, at night." His pout grew and before you knew it you were bickering like children.

Eventually, you went your separate ways, while doing so you ran into Selee. You were friends with her for a while so you naturally started a conversation. "Are you ok? You're acting weird." You turned to her when she suddenly changed the topic.

"What does that mean?" She sighed as she smiled, the two of you started to walk together. "You've been spacing out since you got back. Shield for your thoughts?" You tilted your head down going over the past few minutes.

You came to the realization that you were spacing out, then an image of blonde hair and blue eyes appeared in your mind.

"Woah, I didn't know you could get red so fast." You turned to her and placed a hand on your cheek, you were burning up. The two of you chuckled and you both stopped. "Ok, fine you caught me. I may or may not have met someone that was a little easy on the eyes." And placed her hands on her hips as she quirked a brow and gave you a sly smile.

"A little? You should check your reflection you're so red. you look like you might have a heart attack or something" You playfully punched her arm before you both laughed. As your laughter died down she sighed. "Anyway did you hear about the stunt your brother pulled earlier?"

"...Oh Qlipoth, what did he do?" She sighed and shook her head. "He brought three outsiders and a Silvermain guard to the underworld." You perked up. "A Silvermain guard? Here?" She nodded, and you sighed and rubbed your temple. "It's never boring at least." She gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Anyway, I'm heading over there right now, care to join?"

"Join you in tracking down a Silvermain guard in the underworld after they were brought here by my brother. What could possibly go wrong?"

You both laughed before running toward where the Silvermain guard was seen.

[simp-for-elsa]

Kiss Kiss - Chapter 1

Summary: You're having a blast of a New Year's Eve party when your best friend… kisses you?

WC: 1.1k

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"Elsa! Come on, we're going to be late!" You called down the hall to your roommate.

"I know, I know, I'm coming." She called back.

"Good! Now let's go!"

Elsa came running from the back of the hall, her makeup looking marvelous as ever.

"You know, one of these days, you have to teach me how you do your makeup." You told her as the two of you walked down the stairs to your matching motorcycles.

"You look pretty without makeup, though. You are beautiful just the way you are." There she went again, calling you beautiful.

"You've got to stop saying that. You don't know what it does to me." You told her for the thousandth time.

She merely smiled at you. "But it's true." She said before hopping on her bike, throwing her helmet on, and racing away towards the party.

You shook your head, put your helmet on and raced after her.

You both had electric motorcycles, and you never needed to charge them. No, the battery didn't last forever. You just had your magic to give it the energy it needed.

Yes. You had lightning magic. Elsa, with her ice magic, was your best friend. And she was the only one who knew.

The only one who knew about your magic, about the real you. Not the princess you once had been.

But everything was about to change. Everyone at the party you were going to would surely know afterwards.

You and Elsa had promised to take care of the fireworks for the big event. But no one knew that it would be the two of you using your magic.

It had been discovered you could do it by accident. You were just having fun baking an ice cream cake. You were using your magic to bake the cake part, while Elsa used her magic to freeze the ice cream.

Then Elsa decided it would be funny to shoot ice at you. But you had faster reflexes than her. You shot lightning at the ice, and it exploded in a cloud of blue and yellow light.

You had both been very surprised. Yet you were curious if you could make it do other colors. So the two of you tried again and again, forgetting all about the cake.

It turned out that you could make it happen with all sorts of colors. It was a fascinating discovery.

You arrived just before Elsa did, knowing of a shortcut to the party.

"Aha! I beat you here!" You said, smiling triumphantly.

She smiled, shooting a small piece of ice at you.

"Hey! What was that for?" You said, sounding offended.

"Winning." She whispered. Then she disappeared through a crowd of people.

"Elsa, wait!" You shouted after her, but your voice was drowned out by the crowd. "Where on earth are you going?" You whispered under your breath, following the top of the blonde's head with your eyes as she went through the crowd.

You followed, keeping within sight of Elsa's tall blonde figure. When she approached some steps, you boosted yourself with your magic, making you slightly faster.

You caught up with her, grabbing her arm as you did.

She turned to you. "What?" She looked annoyed.

"You can't just run off on me! You scared the living hell out of me, the way you just slipped away like that." You sat on the steps, dragging her down with you.

"Why can't I? You do it all the time." She pointed out.

"That's because I know I'm not going to get hurt! Hell, who knows who you could have run into? What if you ran into that jerk who used to bully us?"

She went still. "I- I hadn't thought of that. I'm sorry." Then she smiled. "Besides, I'm safe now, aren't I?"

You looked her in the eyes. "Yes. But that's because I'm here with you, silly."

She beamed at you. "Then I'm glad I have you."

"Come on, we best get up there. We don't want to be late and not have fireworks." You gestured to the roof.

"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea."

The two of you climbed the steps to the doors, where inside was like a bustling cafeteria.

You made your way to the elevators, and stepped inside one. It rose to the top of the building after you pressed the top floor.

The two of you stepped out of the elevator, and were amazed at the view.

You could see all of New York from where you stood.

But enough of that. The time left in the year  was dwindling down into mere minutes.

There were tons of people up on the roof, no doubt curious about the view. A few looked over as the two of you made your way to the edge.

No matter how many times you told yourself to get over it, you couldn't stop imagining what it was like to fly, out there above the city. The two of you sat at the edge, hanging your legs over the side.

Elsa grabbed your hand and lifted it above your heads. You knew what she was doing. So, every minute until midnight, the two of you created one of those fireworks.

But then the minutes dwindled into seconds…

And at last it was midnight

As the two of you shot a large icy firework up, meant for the dawning of the new year, into the sky, Elsa grabbed your hand and pulled you into her.

You knew Elsa knew everyone would be distracted by the fireworks.

So that's when she… kissed you. She was soft and sweet. Then she pulled away, leaving you with a dazzled and confused expression.

She smiled at you, and it was all you could do to smile back.

"What- I-" you trailed off.

"Don't hate me for that. I had no one else to do that with." She smiled sheepishly.

"Do what with?"

"You seriously don't know?"

"Nope." You replied, completely clueless.

She sighed. "It's when someone kisses another to bring the chance of a relationship with the new year, if that makes any sense whatsoever."

"So you're looking for love, eh?" You asked smugly.

She nodded, smiling sheepishly again.

"Awe, look at my bestie. Looking for love."

She glared at you. "Shut it, okay. I'm done with your teasing."

"But you look so cute when you're mad." You joked, lifting where your hands were still clasped together up and shooting another firework.

You did this for hours, talking like nothing had happened.

But something very much did happen.

On the outside, you were calm and laughing it off. But on the inside, you were flustered and embarrassed and curious.

You just couldn't figure your roommate out. You hadn't been able to since she moved in with you in the first place.

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[leafweaverryn]

so i went a little feral in the tags of a post with this screenshot this morning, and well... i started a thing

cw - baby plot bunny, monarch is very handsy, everyone is very out of character because i don't know what i'm doing, aged-up characters, mention of Gabriel/Harry/Mr Ramier, mention of Lila/Chloe, mind control, endgame feluka

Since unlocking the true potential of his power and learning he really could evilize and release more than one akuma, Agreste manor slowly became more occupied and more interesting, in Argos's opinion. He kept away, in an apartment lair of his own paid for by his heists, mostly because there was only so much of his uncle's presence and personality he could take. But he did visit occasionally for tea and to assess the newest villain Monarch brought home like a stray pet.

There were the ones Argos expected. Psychomedian and Mr Pigeon were the first, being Monarch's secret public lovers after all. Lila, upon learning of Monarch's new strength, practically kicked the door down and demanded to have her Volpina powers returned to her, which Monarch granted, and not wanting to be overshadowed by her girlfriend, Chloe followed shortly after and was crowned Queen Wasp once more.

And then there were others he didn't expect...

Monarch was so excited, so giddy when he came up from his lair that day, Argos worried he'd found Adrien at last. Shortly after the akumatized villains began to move in, his cousin disappeared. He worried, sending out sentis on search of the other blond. One returned one night with a note from Adrien, stating he was safe and in hiding. A paw print in the corner of the note was all the clue Argos needed as to why. He burned the note.

But the akumatized man that entered was not Adrien. Argos observed him from the top of the stairs, eyes narrowed behind his fan.

At first glimpse, there was nothing particularly exceptional about the man striding in. Tall, broad-shouldered... even from where he stood, Argos could see the ripples of muscles under the black and purple suit. Whoever he is, he works out, the peacock thought, flicking his wrist to move his fan. Little puffs of air cooled suddenly warm purple cheeks. The new villain wasn't flashy either. He didn't hurl his powers around or try to show-off.

And yet the gathering of akumatized villains and sentis parted for him. Even Volpina and Queen Wasp cowered away, both holding their hands to their mouths, as if afraid to speak in his presence. The fear that rose up among them was so palpable that Argos didn't need the empathic powers of the Peacock Miraculous to feel it.

Why? Argos wondered as the man stopped in the center of the room, waiting to be received by his master. Why do they fear him?

But then he felt it. Nothing. All the others reeked of emotion, like perfume fogging the air. This man, however, had nothing. Felt nothing.

His heart and soul were completely silent.

Fitting, Argos huffed. The stranger's face was obscured, hidden by his helmet that covered his face like a muzzle. A wicked green grin was painted over where his lips would be.

"Welcome, welcome!" Monarch crowed as he came in from his office lair. "Welcome to your new home."

The helmeted man bowed, standing up straight as Monarch stopped in front of him. Curious, Argos left his spot to wander closer. Seeing him in the corner of his eye, Monarch beckoned his nephew to join them.

"How handsome you are," Monarch sighed, daring to touch the helmeted man under his chin to tilt it up. He turned the man's head to let the light catch on his pale blue skin. "I would have preferred Truth, but you... You will do just fine."

"I don't think I've seen you this happy about akumatizing someone," Argos hummed behind his fan as he joined them. An instinct warned him to keep his distance, so the peacock stayed at arm's length from the two.

"Aaahhh, that's because this one is rare, Argos..." Monarch circled the man, inspecting him. The master's hands cupped his new puppet's shoulders. "Mr Ramier, I've akumatized hundreds of times... Even this one's family are easy prey on bad days when pickings are slim... But him..."

He gently grasped the akuma's hand, guiding it up so Monarch could kiss his knuckles. To the helmeted man's credit, he didn't react. His green eyes focused ahead without seeing, though Argos did feel a twinge of disgust. The peacock smiled behind his fan.

"This one, I have been trying to catch for years... How many times have I blessed you ever? Twice?"

The akuma held up his free hand and three fingers.

"Of course," Monarch chuckled. "This would be the third time." He removed his hands and stepped away, lurking behind Argos to whisper in his ear. "My dear nephew... I present to you the purest heart in all of Paris. The man who cannot, will not lie... Others call him Luka Couffaine, but here, among his new family in his new home, he is Silencer."

Green eyes flicked to Argos, seeing him at last. Silencer gave him a bowing nod in reply to the peacock's quiet "how do you do".

"An apt name," Argos hummed. "You don't say much. I like that in others."

"Ah, thank you for reminding me." Monarch turned his gaze to the others gathered and raised his voice. "A volunteer! I need a volunteer! You there, Volpina! Come here, my dear. Make yourself useful for a change. Silencer needs a voice!" His lowered to a grumble. "And I've had enough of your screeching..."

But the helmeted man lifted a hand and mimicked talking with it. When he spoke, it was with a voice that turned Argos's blood to ice.

"That won't be necessary, master," Silencer replied with Adrien's voice. "I've found a voice already."

[madhare0512]

Warrior of the Mind

Warnings include: violence, animal killing (protection only), spoilers for EPIC the Musical: Troy Saga

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To her credit, Athena is subtle. She always has been. She waits until Leo is alone in his Captain's quarters back on the ship to bring down her wrath.

The world slows around him, and time stops in its tracks. Athena appears behind him. "Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you?" she demands.

"My lady!" Leo cries, spinning around.

"Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not the warrior I trained!" She snaps, arms crossed over her breastplate and eyes of molten gold. She appears to her vassal as a tall blonde woman with eyes of pure gold, the same color as her shield, Aegis, with skin tanned from battles spent fighting on the front lines with those who evoke war in her name.

"My Lady," Leo tries to say, but Athena waves his protest aside.

"My brother's champion may be allowed to have such frivolous philosophy, but you are not so unfortunate. Ten minutes you've spent with him, and you're deviating from the path I laid out for you. You've forgotten your purpose; let me remind you."

Leo's vision suddenly warps as he's taken back into his memories. The field around him is green and luscious, an exact match for the Hamato's childhood playgrounds in Ithica. A wild snarl in the distance brought Leo back. He knows exactly where he is.

The day of the boar.

The twins were five years old while Leo was turning seven when the boar came to Ithica. They didn't go looking for it. They didn't even disobey their father when they went out. They were just out in the fields playing, not long after Mikey had been born. They'd finished their lessons for the day, and their father had given them permission to go out and play. The boar had found them. Pursuing them was needless; they were children just trying to be childish and have fun, but the boar hadn't cared. It was driven head-first into a rage and given magical abilities by the goddess Athena in an effort to find her precious general.

It had gone first after Don, attempting to spear him on its tusks. Don had panicked, twisting a hand behind him for something tied around his waist, but unable to reach it in time. Raoh had stepped between Don and the boar, shouting and screaming and charging in head first like he always does. He'd gotten a few good links in before Leo had taken up his katana and strategically ducked under the boar's belly, catching its underside and ending the beast.

Don had come up with a device that would've stopped the boar in its track had he had the time to unleash it. Raph had a few bruises but was unharmed for the most part. Leo had held his brother's closely, shaking the boar's blood off his sword as he stared at it angrily. The day they were Chosen. The day they became vassals and champions for the gods.

Athena had watched him for days until he finally got fed up with the eyes on him and demanded she shows herself. "I know you're watching me!" he'd shouted. "Show yourself!" Completely bluffing, he stares into the bushes he feels the eyes coming from most heavily and says, "I can see you!"

And because the gods are prideful and Leo is a simple mortal, Athena immediately appears and demands, "How can you see through my spell?"

Leo, feeling proud of himself, smiles and replies, "I was lying, and you fell for my bluff!"

Athena had been impressed. "Well done," she'd said. "Enlighten me, mortal, what's your name?"

"You first, and maybe I do the same," Leo replies, evasive.

Athena had crossed her arms in triumph and laughed. "Nice try, child, but I can also play that game."

But Leo had known who she was the moment she'd appeared. Her helmet and Aegis were at her feet, her owl on her shoulder, her eyes glowing a stunning gold. She'd reined in the more godly aspects of her appearance, but she was still perfectly recognizable.

"My Lady, let's be honest with each other. I know you're a goddess. You don't have to be modest. You are Athena!" Leo, an avid studier of battles previous in pursuit of taking the throne he was owed by birthright, was and is a fan of the war goddess. "Magnificence in the arena. Unmatched, witty, and queen of the best strategies this world has seen!"

Athena had regarded him with eyes as stormy as ever. Leo had stood in contemplative silence as she made her decision. "Your brothers have already been claimed by my own. You, however, will be my champion," she decides. "If you're looking for a mentor, I'll make sure your time's well spent."

"Yes, My Lady!" Leo replied excitedly. "You bestow on me a great honor. I won't disappoint you!"

Athena had smiled back then. She wasn't smiling now.

Leo stands before her in his 27-year-old body rather than his seven-year-old one, feeling the effects of the rage she'd directed at him. Her eyes are gold, lips pulled downwards into a disapproving frown. She growls lightly, displeased. "Your brother may be allowed such a frivolous philosophy, but you are not my champion for nothing. I intend to make sure you don't fall behind. Don't forget that you're a warrior of a very different kind."

Leo bows his head. "Yes, My Lady."

"You are a warrior of the mind, studying under my name," Athena says. Then she gentles. "You are my champion, Leonardo. Do not disappoint me."

And with that, she is gone.

[loonamblr]

Softly

 Loona Kim Lip x female reader

story of a girl who really really likes Kim Lip

author’s note: Hello! This might be an impulsive post from me but this work has been sitting on my drafts for a year now. I hope you guys like it. Sorry for the errors

warnings: mentions of panic and cursing.

You are playing an online computer game with Hyeju when Gowon and their other friends came to their house.

"Hyeju, I'm gonna smoke the mid window and going towards the connector." You said to her via discord. "Aight! Someone is in b short. Take care, I don't have any smokes left." She answered back.

You heard shootings on the Mid part of the map, "Unnie, I died." Hyeju bluntly said. You shake your head because you and your other teammate are the only players alive on your team.

"Can you tell me where's the last enemy?..Hyeju?" You said staying focused on the game while waiting for the younger girl to answer. "Well, idk, I forgot. You can do it." She cheered you fast before she muted her mic.

 You mentally facepalmed and a deep sigh escaped from your mouth.

You hide behind the boxes while waiting for the enemy to plant the bomb. Your teammate told you that the enemy is going in his direction, so you get out to your position to help him and kill the opponent.

You won the game. The monitor flashes the game's loadout. "Hey, Hyeju! Are you up for another game?" You asked her not even sure if she's still on the server. 

"Well... I think tomorrow's the next game! Hyunjin unnie has something to tell you, wait..let me call her. Hyunjin unniee!!!" 

The ability of this girl to shout amaze you every time. "Yah! Y/n, do you have something to do today??" A furry asked you using her sister's mic.

 "Not really. Why?" You answer as you exit the game. "Come here. Let's watch some movies and eat pizza." 

She said trying to suppress her chuckle. Your left eyebrow lifts, sensing that she has a plan "Stop holding your chuckles, Hyunjin. What are you planning?". 

The girl finally let out her chuckle, "It's nothing, Hyeju just said something.". "If Hyeju said something that made you chuckle then it's not nothing, lmao" you reasoned out.

 "Shut tf up, just come here you little." She said. "Excuse me, I'm taller than you." You said and immediately disconnected to the discord server's channel and shut down your computer. You checked your watch and saw it's already quarter to 6 in the evening.

You simply wear a brown knitted sweater, white pants and a pair of converse. You hop onto your motorbike and drove to their house. You often go there to watch movies or sometimes to play with their dogs and cats.

You became close to them since you went to the same soccer academy where Hyunjin is also enrolled and met her there. Since then, you two are on the same soccer team from high school to college. And your parents and her's became close friends.

Even you are friends with her and her sisters, they still have their own group of friends and you have yours, hence, you know and are close to some of them because they were your classmates before, while the others were your club mates.

When they go to Hyunjin's house, they often invited you but you always decline. Because there's a certain blonde that makes you red as a tomato, even she's just sitting there, breathing.

Hyunjin is aware of that and teases you whenever she can.

You parked your motorbike outside their house and press their doorbell while you're removing your helmet. You fix your hair, looking at their tall grey gate waiting for someone to open it.

You're about to message Hyunjin but the gate suddenly opened. Flashing your sweetest smile to the girl who's brighter than the sun "Oh Y/n Unnie is here!" Yerim shouted and got Hyunjin's attention through the opened main door. The jolly girl welcomed you and went inside.

You entered the gate and midway towards the door, you recognized the cars in their parking area. You turned your heel, half running to the gate but Hyunjin is faster and grabbed you from behind.

"Wtf! Put me down you fcking furry!" You shout but trying not to be that loud and mentally asking Yerim for some help. Punching her arms with your right fist because the other hand has your helmet, but her grip on you is so firm and super tight that you almost can't breathe, she slowly drags you. 

She's hardly laughing because her plan work. She already knows that you will turn down her invitation if you know her friends, especially Jungeun is also in their house, so she planned this all.

Heejin, who's looking for Hyunjin, went outside to see her girlfriend who's laughing her ass out while holding you tightly. She called the two of you. You almost thanked god because he spare you some help but you were wrong.

"Heejin, help me. This furry won't let go of me. I can't even breathe." You felt Hyunjin loosen up the grip a little bit and you see this as a chance but then she grasps you again, this time more firmly. She brings you and walks towards the door. "Ouch!" you mumbled.

"Yah! Hyunjin! Stop dragging. You're hurting her, bring her down." The bunny scolded her partner who listened to her but still chuckled. "Can you stop laughing for a second? I'm dying here, mentally and physically." You whispered.

Thinking that you'll be in the same house with Jungeun will be the death of you. You tried to escape once again while pretending to fix your sweater and hair but Hyunjin is smiling and already blocked the gate using her body. Heejin laughed at her girlfriend's antics. She also knew about your crush on Jungeun and already set her mind to join Hyunjin in teasing you.

You look up to the sky, sighing in defeat. "Go inside, Y/N. If you try to escape again, I will call Hyeju to throw you on Jungeun Unnie." 

Your friend smiles sheepishly. You shook your head and throw your helmet to her, who catches it in time. "Open the gates. I'll park my motor here. My baby is in danger if I let it outside your house." You said accepting the defeat.

 "But your baby is inside, sitting on our couch." She teased you and her girlfriend clapping while silently laughing. You shook your head for the second time, thinking how crazy these two were. You raise your middle finger to Hyunjin, who's obviously laughing again being proud of herself.

She opened the gates and you drive your motor inside and parked it.

play it cool. Don't make something embarrassing.

cheering yourself silently.

Heejin opens the door and Hyunjin is the first one to enter the house. "Y/n is here, everyone!" She excitedly announced.

You always remind yourself to keep calm and don't panic, as if a disaster is happening.

You greeted Yerim, who's alone in the living room, "Hello again".

The couple you are with earlier, are now sitting on the couch creating their own world. Yerim patted the space next to her while holding some snacks, gesturing you to sit beside her. Noticing the others are missing in the living room, you're about to ask Yerim when a little frog hops onto you, "Unnie!". 

You rub her back chuckling while she's hugging and sitting on your lap "Yeojinnie!". "It's been a long time, unnie" she said enthusiastically."Yeojin, I saw you last Wednesday at our practice." you shake your head to the kid. "Well, 3 days is a long time for me." her nose scrunched up and you can't help but pinch her cheeks.

"How's college for you little frog?". You asked her and she answered with a deep sigh, "Next question please."

Yeojin is in her 1st year of college so she's still adjusting herself. "Where's Hyeju and the others btw?".

 "Hyeju and Chaewon unnie are getting their Nintendo switch upstairs. They said they want to play Mario Kart with other unnies. And as for them, Haseul unnie, Vivi unnie, Kim lip unnie and Sooyoung unnie are in the kitchen. The two other unnies, Jinsoul unnie, and Chuu unnie haven't arrived yet." Nodding to her appreciating her effort to answer your questions.

After a few minutes, Hyeju and Chaewon are seen walking down the stairs holding their Nintendo switch and you failed to notice the smirk on the baby wolf's face.

 You and Yerim sat down on the carpeted floor to position yourselves in front of the tv. Chaewon greeted you and handed you a single joy-con. 

Hyeju sat right beside you and Chaewon sat next to her while the little bean, Yeojin, sat in the middle.

You are picking a character when the unnies came back from the kitchen bringing 2 pitchers of juice and glasses. "Oh, Y/n!" Haseul greeted

After some time you're getting comfortable. Knowing that Kim lip is just almost next to you. At times, you caught her staring at you, well, she also caught you too.

Wishing your face wasn't blushing at those times but you always hear Hyunjin's or Hyeju's if not a chuckle they scoffed. Well, since you get comfortable, you sometimes throw a joke or you and Hyeju are bickering that made them laugh. Especially Sooyoung, she really enjoyed the bickering show, and of course, she's in favor of you.

The unnies decided to eat dinner first before proceeding for a movie marathon. So the rest of you decided to get take-out. The maknaes requested some pizza and chicken.

Most of you finished eating so Kim lip and Jinsoul cleans the mess at the center table. Hyunjin went to the kitchen to bring some dirty glasses.

"Y/n is so funny. Let's keep her." Jiwoo said while holding her tummy, didn't know if her tummy is aching because she was full or because of laughing. "Thank you, but my parents will be sad, unnie." They laughed, even Jinsoul and Kim lip.

A small smile flashed to your lips when you hear Kim Lip's laugh.

Actually, you are thinking if they're getting crazy because they find almost everything you said hilariously.

"Ahhh I think they're more likely to be happy," Hyeju smirked. You hummed, "Hmm, maybe, then I'll be the one who is sad..." and excused yourself "..Excuse me, I'm going to wash my hand." standing up to go to the kitchen.

You checked your wristwatch to check the time. Seeing the short arm striking at 9 pm, you washed your hands on the sink and faced Hyunjin. "Hyun, I'm going home. It's already 9 pm, late for me to go home by my motorbike.".

The busy furry looked up to you with a confused look, "What? you are not joining the sleepover?"

"Well? you didn't inform me so I'm going home now." You said while rinsing your hands.

"I can call, Auntie, to tell you're going to sleep here..." Hyunjin is determined to let you sleep here "..and also I'll lend you some of my pajamas." You simply shrug at her as she went in front of the sink and called your mom.

"Are you going home, Y/n?" You were taken aback when the person you so much adore asked you. You took a glanced at her for a second only to find out she was also looking at you.

You felt your heartbeat skip for a minute.

Turning your gaze to Hyunjin who's smiling brightly while her phone is on her ears "B-by the look on Hyun's face I don't think I'll go home." You answered and secretly clear your throat.

You think that the kitchen felt a little hotter.

Hyunjin came back joining you three and said "She agreed, Y/n, as always." And winked.

All of you decided to watch and sleep in Yerim's room since it has a tv and was big enough for all to fit in.

You and Hyeju brought the two extra mattresses from the other room so you and others have a place to sleep in. Both placed it on the side of the Yerim's bed.

You place yourself on the farthest right of the last mattress. You chose this part because you like sleeping near the wall but Yeojin insisted and said "I love sleeping next to the wall, Unnie." which you gladly gave to her.

The two of you are busy chitchatting when the person to your left taps your shoulder, "The movie is starting." She informed both of you.

Hoping she could not see you blushed under the darkness of the room. You smiled at her and nodded. She copy you and turned her gaze on the movie, still smiling.

Neither of you, notice the blushes that crept into each other's faces. But Gowon did notice this, and immediately said it to Hyeju, who's busy eating some Cheetos.

"I swear if the two of them did not get together after this sleepover..they're hopeless." The younger girl stated that made her girlfriend laugh.

It is hard not to smell the perfume that Jungeun was wearing. This is the closest you two are next to each other. You became more comfortable in her presence but your heart still beats rapidly fast.

The same goes for Jungeun, she might look well and calm but her inner self is in a state of gay panic. From the beginning when Hyunjin announced your arrival she started panicking in her mind.

She's liking you for almost a year now. While they are watching the practice game of your school soccer team, they were stupidly fighting over who suits the jersey well. That's when you caught her attention. Ever since then she never missed your practices unless she has something to do important.

In the middle of watching the movie, you felt a weight on your right arm. Turning your attention to Yeojin who's already sleeping and hugging your shared blanket, you change her position to more comfortable and tucked her under it.

Jungeun noticed your actions and offers to share you with her cover. You are hesitant about it, but too late because she already put it on half of your body.

"Thanks." It came out almost a whisper, but the blonde heard it. She shyly nodded and continues to fix the blanket.

Both of your hands brushed for a moment which made her gasp "Omg, are you okay? Your hands are super cold." She said worriedly and grabbed both of your hands.

I mean the nervousness of being close to the girl you like for a very long time, and she will sleep next to you plus the cold emitted by the aircon fills the room, your hand will totally become cold.

You slightly stiffen after her gestures and she seems to notice it. She immediately took her hands, "S-sorry." She said softly and regretted her sudden action.

Instantly felt the lack of warmth on your hands so you bravely took hers this time and whispered, "It's okay. This feels nice and warm." You smiled at her trying to cover your nervousness with your smile.

She seems to like it too because she nodded and hold yours tightly.

The next day

Vivi, Haseul and you were the first ones to wake up, so the three of you decided to prepare breakfast for the rest. 

It is just a simple breakfast that most of the time Vivi and Haseul did the cooking while you are preparing the dining table, and putting plates and utensils.

After preparing it, you went to the living room and played with Hyunjin's cat on the couch. Haseul and Vivi were busy being a sweet couple in the kitchen.

Sitting on the couch, you notice your crush going down the stairs while rubbing her eyes. She looked and smiled at you as she felt someone staring at her. You smiled and greeted her "Good morning." softly.

She nodded and greeted you with a "Good morning." too.

 "How was your sleep?" she asked, petting the cat. "It was warm, you are very warm, Unnie." you cheekily replied. She chuckled and a blush formed on her cheeks, "Well,  you are too".

Hyunjin's cat moves and rests on your lap. You can hear and feel her purring. "The cat must be fond of you." Kim lip whispered to you. 

"Yes, she likes me more than her owner." You laughed at your own statement.

 "Well, Hyunjin and You have a lot of similarities." 

"You can say that but I wouldn't say 'aeong' as a confession to the person I like." you looked at her. 

She giggled "What would you say then?" she looked up to meet your gaze.

Looking at her makes your heart softly swell in a good way. Contemplating whether to say it or not.

Is this the right time to say it? asking yourself

You stopped petting the cat and stares at Kim lip's eyes genuinely. "Do you want to know, Unnie?". 

Jungeun just nodded hesitantly seeing you being serious suddenly. Taking this as a sign, you confessed your feelings to her. 

"I really really like you for a long time now, Jungeun Unnie..." she was taken aback but composed herself but still slightly mentally panicking.

 "...that's what I would say" you whisper and slightly scratch your nape.

Kim lip's face is visibly red and avoiding your gaze. You lowered your gaze and turn your attention to Hyun's cat. 

"Do you also want to know what I'll say to someone I like?" She said to you smiling. 

You looked back at her and a "Yes." escaped from your lips.

 She shyly took your response and said "I really really like you for a long time now, Y/n."

Honestly, you don't how to take her confession but one thing is for sure, and that is your heart is beating so fast. 

The two of you are staring at each other with red faces looking like an idiot. No one has the guts to move. It looks like the energy of you both has been released on the confession.

Hyunjin suddenly came out of nowhere and get her cat. "Both of you look like an idiot right now, well, you two are. Anyways, Haseul Unnie said breakfast is ready and go to the dining already.". She then proceeds on feeding her cat.

Kim lip might process all of what happened and chickened out, making her run to the dining room. After a few more minutes of composing yourself, you walk towards the dining too.

Breakfast went smoothly, girls are talking mostly about what happened last night. They are bickering about who snores the loudest.  

You remain silent and still cannot recover from the confessions, while Kim lip sometimes joins the conversation with other girls.

After that breakfast, nothing special happened. Some of them played Nintendos and others continues to chit-chat

Around 9 am, your mother called to remind you about your and her plans for lunch. You excused yourself to the girls and told them that you need to go home now.

You bid your goodbyes to them. You lastly took a glanced at Kim lip and smiled at her which she answers with a smile too.

All throughout the day, You cannot stop thinking about the conversation between you and Kim lip that early morning.

Is she serious about that? what if she's still sleepy and thought it was just a joke.

Should I call her? But it's too late to call, isn't it?

well,

So you decided to call her. After a ring, she answers.

"Hello? Y/n?"

"Unnie...are you sleeping already?"

"I...I actually can't sleep..by the way, is there anything I could help you with?"

"Ohh, yeahh, I just want to ask about what you said earlier morning....did you really mean it?"

"...Yes, Y/n. I really like you."

"Jungeun Unnie, I really like you too. Can I meet you tomorrow?"

"Of course, Y/N. You can come over any time."

[winterlogysblog]

FOUR KNIGHTS OF THE APOCALYPSE | HYPOCRITE

Title: Hypocrite

Summary: A Knight of Camelot realizing the wrongs of his King.

Note: This has been in my drafts for so long, it needs to come out at some point. I hope you enjoy.

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"Sir Thomas, I'm glad to see that you are back." A guard smiled upon my arrival.

"I heard you know the location of the dreadful place where demons reside?" A voice entered but I know that voice all too well.

"Ardbeg, King Arthur will decide if you get to eliminate them or not, so don't get too excited," I said.

"You're right." Ardbeg chuckled.

"You're a father right?" I asked out of nowhere, I don't even know where it came from.

"Yes, but why ask that?"

"The four knights, they're little kids, so full of potential." I started.

"You're talking a lot like Pelgart," Ardbeg commented.

"They have families of their own. Are you actually willing to take a son away from his father?" I removed my helmet and looked at him.

Ardbeg is in silence. I know I touched on a sensitive subject.

"But we're doing this for King Arthur and Humanity so sacrifices have to be made right?" I lied my ass off.

"That’s right." Ardbeg just nodded.

"Now I must go." I bid him farewell and entered the elaborate hall where King Arthur sat at the end of it. A mage by his side. She's Merlin one of the Seven Deadly Sins. I don't think she's even human and I'm pretty sure her eyeball companion, Orlandi is a Vampire.

"Ardbeg will handle things from there." The King spoke. "Give this to him," Merlin said as a crystal and a piece of paper floated above me.

"What's this?" I asked.

"It's a Goddess Amber it can trap hundreds of demons inside. Rather useful for the mission." King Arthur said. "Merlin will explain everything to him later."

"Of course, I'll inform Ardbeg right away." I bowed to our King before leaving.

As I looked for Ardbeg I saw Sir Nanashi training with the other knights. He has told me that he is a Goddess but he doesn't go by that anymore nonetheless he's still a goddess, and he can't escape it. I also saw a glimpse of Melascula, she's one of the Ten Commandments and she's now serving or more likely being controlled by King Arthur.

"Thomas there you are!!" It's Ardbeg.

"It's yours." I gave him the Goddess Amber. "Lady Merlin will explain everything to you later."

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I watched as Ardbeg leave with his companion, Cernunnos a beast from the underworld.

"He's such a Hypocrite."

A world for humans and humans alone, he claims that humans would reign supreme and yet he uses powers and relics from other races.

Day by day I get this nasty feeling in my gut. Day by day the more I want to leave this place. Everyone has their stories of how the other races destroyed their lives but I'm different, I never talked about it because I know they wouldn't agree.

My daughter is saved by a Demon, an upper-level demon, one of the Ten Commandments.

I can't recall her face but all I can remember is that she's a muscular woman with short blonde hair similar to my daughter's.

I will always be grateful to her.

I got scared when she approached my daughter but what I saw changed me forever. Her soft smile as she patted my daughter's head gently before she flew away.

We may be different but unity can be achieved. The Seven Deadly Sins are a prime example of this.

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"I know the consequences of my actions, if I were to be punished, please take care of my daughter for me," I asked the young lad in front of me.

"I can't see a reason why I can't get you two out of here without any suspicion." He smirked.

"I don't understand."

"I'll take care of everything, don't worry."

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"Sir Thomas, I'm glad to finally meet you in person, you've been very helpful." The King of Liones greeted me with a playful smile.

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"The location of one of the knights is set, prepare to eliminate this monster that will destroy the world."

"Sir Thomas, I heard your daughter went out of the castle walls." A guard said.

"Yes, she wants to explore and have an adventure, she's skilled and smart, I taught her well. I'm not worried, besides she's accompanied by someone I trust." Thomas said.

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"Sir Thomas was killed in battle, we suspect they're one of the four knights but the descriptions don't match him at all!!!"

"His sacrifice shall not be in vain we'll eliminate them, and stop the prophecy from happening!!!"

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"I'm back~"

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Let's just say that Sir Thomas of Camelot is no more." The young lad smirked.

"You faked my death, how is that possible?"

"With the help of my siblings." He cackled.

"Will they ever find out the truth?"

"Eventually, but when that day comes, I assure your safety here in Liones." He smiled.

"I don't see why they claim that the four knights will destroy the world." I looked over at him.

"Maybe because they can. They're not the only ones that Camelot should worry about either.

"Thank you, for everything, Sir Galehaut."

"Skip the formalities, I hate it." Galehaut chuckled.

"But you're a prince, Prince of the Fairies and Giants to be specific." I raised a brow.

"So?" Galehaut retorted and we both laughed afterward.

[razrbladekiss]

Tyrants | Chapter Four - Peril

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, drug use, Tig being Tig. The usual SOA shit. Sorry Donna..

She always saw the beauty in darkness. The lugubrious belle that came alongside the moon and stars and whatever else lurked amidst the murk of nighttime.

Isla was cliche in that sense.

She was cliche in the sense that she adored watching the sun set, swallowed by the mountains and high-rise buildings as the evening fell and Charming was painted black.

And maybe it was mostly melancholic because of the horrors that swathed that small town, but it was still beautiful nonetheless.

She still liked to bask in the scenery, to discern the marvel of her home, from the highest point she could access. And, sometimes, she liked to take somebody along with her so she wasn't completely alone.

"Why'd you still come up here?" Ope asked, pulling himself onto the roof as she sat with her back to the wall--puffing on a cigarette.

"Because it's quiet." She was content, comfortable with her response. "And whenever I'm looking for Jax, or Gem, or my dad--or they're looking for me--this is where we're almost always found. Just people watching, or reminiscing, or having a few minutes to ourselves away from the chaos downstairs."

It wasn't an unknown safe space--Gemma had told her that JT and Clay would climb up there during the earliest days of the club--but it was special.

Jax, Opie, and Isla spent time up there as kids, too. Because they were bastards and were always running from their fathers--and den mother--and the roof of the clubhouse was their go-to.

She never really got out of that habit. She'd spend hours up there if she could, just watching as Charming bustled beneath her. And she liked that it was separate to the garage, but everyone knew where to find her if they needed her.

"It clears your head, being up here." She added. "I have got so much shit going on right now--between work, and my personal life--but coming up here is like a refreshment, I guess."

Opie understood what she meant because he was also seeking comfort in the night. Riding through dusk, spending time alone on his bike as he cruised the streets of his quaint town, relishing in the darkness because it was strangely comforting to him.

He liked to be alone. His thoughts were brutal and they seared his brain left and fucking right, but he liked his own company.

"Wish I thought about comin' up here when I was released from holding." The man chuckled, balancing a cigarette between his lips. "Stahl grilled the fuck outta me."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She really fuckin' did." He added, grunting as smoke blew from his nostrils. "Did she get you? I know she got Gemma."

"Nope, she didn't. I don't know why, though. She interrogated everyone else. Starting to feel a little left out."

Opie chuckled, smiling a bit. "Be glad. It's obvious that she's used to getting what she wants."

"And did you give it to her?"

"Fuck no." Isla smiled. Proud. "She can cross-examine me all she fuckin' wants—I'll never sell the club out."

"They know that, Ope."

"I know." Half confidently, he nodded. "Just—Stahl made me second guess it all, y'know?"

Nobody in Charming--aside from the PD--knew where that despicable bitch came from, and nobody cared to ask.

What they did know, though, was that she had her heart set on making that town a living fucking hell as she strived to eradicate the Sons of Anarchy by getting to its members.

She'd grilled everyone she could've. She cornered Gemma when she was out running errands, leaving the grocery store with a sour taste in her mouth when Teller told her where to fucking shove it.

Same went for Jax, and Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and...Well, all of them told her to get fucked, actually.

None of them caved. None of them wanted to sell the club out because there was no reason to.

Well, there was a reason to, but no desire to.

There'd been murders. Three, to be specific. And one of them just happened to be a police officer--which was quite unlucky, but it wasn't awful.

They hated cops.

What they hated more, however, was the idea of getting caught by them. And Clay was. Somehow, anyway.

Piney's old "friend"--Nate Meineke--needed quality, albeit illegal, guns with no traceability to attack the convoy that was transporting one of his friends from point A to point B. And it went as swimmingly as possible...

Until June Stahl was put on the case and found that idiot's phone at the scene after dropping it mid-ambush.

Clay just happened to be the last person he had called. Which then caused the investigation to point toward Charming.

They all knew the Sons were guilty of supplying those weapons. Who else would it have been? They were known for running illegal firearms without batch numbers from a quaint Californian town whose name didn't quite fit its image.

It was blatant, though nobody gave it up.

But Stahl tried her damndest to get answers. And when she didn't, she targeted the member that she saw to be the most vulnerable--after a hit went wrong and he failed to cover his tracks--and Opie just happened to be that guy.

She questioned him for hours. She practically held the man captive in that little cell until he caved. But he didn't--and he wasn't going to, either.

He was loyal. That's one of the reasons why Jax wanted to patch him back in.

"Yeah, I know." Isla got to her feet when she heard Tig yelling for her downstairs. "But you're the strongest guy I know, Ope. I don't think Stahl, of all people, is gonna get to you."

He shrugged her off, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the gravelly ground of the roof.

Opie had changed. Not much, and it wasn't very apparent, but he'd changed. Chino had changed him, she thought.

He was still dedicated to his club, still in love with the reaper and the responsibility that came with the patch--but Opie Winston lacked that flicker of enthusiasm now.

"How does your dad feel about you being back at the table?"

"Said he's proud of me."

He was a man of very, very few words. But the tone that he took--the sheer relief twined into contentment--spoke a greater volume.

Piney would always support his son, feel a sense of gratification from his involvement in the club. And, of course, Ope felt grateful to be back--but it was different now.

He'd served time for his club. Donna consistently argued that they sold him out and that he was fucking stupid for running back into the arms of SAMCRO.

But it was his brotherhood. The Sons of Anarchy were his family--his lifeline. He was nothing if not blessed to be patched back in.

"And I guess that wife of yours isn't too happy about it?"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?"

"Well," she ignored that Tig was waiting for her, standing directly in front of him. "If she was genuinely thrilled about you being back here, she'd have been coming to Gemma's dinners, and spending more time at the clubhouse with us. But she isn't, and I'm starting to realize that she probably hates me now."

His head shook. "She doesn't hate you. It's just...It's just raw. Weird being back, I think."

"She didn't even have to leave. She knows that."

Donna did know that. But there was always something about Gemma. About the way she let things slide so often, how she felt that she had Clay so pussy whipped that he'd be at her every beck and call--but, really, that was redundant. Because Gemma let him get away with fucking murder.

Literally.

"Is she gonna be there tonight?

"Of course. She wouldn't miss Jax's son coming home." He got up, reaching for her hands. "Sorry that she's been so distant with you, Isla. But she's just been stressed out--money worries and the kids and stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Donna wasn't traditionally a worrier. But five years worth of finances, being a single mom, and fretting over her husband potentially not making it out of prison alive, just did that to a woman.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so." Grateful for her offering, though recognizing how damn stubborn his wife was, he conceded. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime. And if you change your mind, or need me, you know where I am--"

"Isla!"

"He is getting on my last fucking nerve today." She groaned, flipping Tig off as she looked over the ledge. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!"

"I've given you plenty of minutes! Just get your ass down here!"

"Just go," Ope chuckled, leaning down to peck her cheek. "We can have this talk another time."

Isla turned back to him, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go 'n talk to him--I'll see you tonight."

He was such a nice guy. So considerate, kind.

She loved him a lot.

The flouncy sundress rose to the middle of her thighs as she sauntered through the clubhouse, hearing Trager talking--rather conspicuously, though slightly muffled--to somebody on his cell.

"C'mon, Tiggy. Why'd you yell at me?"

He waved his hand to shut her up, gesturing for the blonde to follow him out of the clubhouse and toward his bike.

"Yeah, cool. K, brother--see 'ya later. Bye." He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, swiveling to face Isla with a smile. "You ready?"

"For what?"

"The party?" Tig told her, watching confusion sweep over her face. "I'm taking you over 'cuz you want a drink and don't wanna drive home after? And that you're probably gonna end up heading home with Juice, or something--"

"Juice?"

"It always happens," he shrugged, pointing at the helmet he set out for her at the back of his bike. "We all head out, you get too drunk, you take a liking to Juicy, and you try to ride his dick."

"What?" Isla got herself situated behind him as he got on first, her arms wound around his waist. "That was one time. I've only slept with him once, and I told you it'd never happen again."

"And why is that?"

Her cheeks flushed red, the engine revving sending vibrations through her entire frame.

"Because he was too gentle." Tig's foot collided with the kickstand.

"And the little Catholic girl likes it rough."

She felt the solid gold crucifix burning a hole into her chest.

"Yes. I like it rough." He groaned, leaning into her. She swatted at his chest over his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Just take me to see the baby, dickhead."

The bike sped out of the lot and Isla was loving the thrill of being on two wheels. She'd always liked being stuck to the back of somebody's Harley--but she'd never own one herself.

Isla was like Gemma. She felt stable enough riding with somebody, but riding alone--being in control of the motorcycle--was fucking terrifying.

Jax and Opie had encouraged her to take a ride at one point, but it didn't end very well, and Chibs spent the best part of two hours trying to stitch his daughter back up whilst Gemma castigated the two imbeciles who thought it was even reminiscent of a good idea.

Weaving through traffic gracefully, freely, was appealing to her, however. But she wouldn't be caught dead--alone--on a fucking bike.

Plus, she quite enjoyed being taken places. Escorted by a member of the club. It was safe.

The wind whirred and whipped around them, and she wished she didn't make the effort with her hair tonight. It was ruined, tousled to within an inch of its life, and she dreaded the thought of having to brush the knots out in Jax's bathroom.

Still, commuting via Harley was a hell of a lot quicker and had a few more benefits than commuting via car.

But the looks that they got were piercing. Horrible. Mainly from Hale stationed beside his squad car, watching as Isla and Tig raced down the freeway.

"He likes you." He spoke over the roaring engine when he hit the first stop light all night. "He hates that you've never given him a chance--"

"He's a cop, and I'm the outlaw's daughter. I've been raised to hate his kind."

Tig nodded his approval, setting off once again when the light switched to green and all opposing traffic stood still.

At one strange point in time, David Hale had his sights set on Isla Telford. He was in love with her. Completely besotted.

And she never gave him a second glance because, for one, she wasn't interested. He hated that she was so close to Jax and Opie, but not him, and he wished that she'd push herself away from the bad guys to grow closer to the heroic law-enforcer.

But he was a control freak above everything else, and Isla was just a free-spirit. She was loyal to her friends and family but she didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to become friendly with a fucking cop.

The only cop she liked was crooked. And Unser was in a similar spot to her--a little too affiliated with SAMCRO, but not completely doted on. Though, they were both strangely essential fixtures, and Clay would've been lost without them.

"Juice is here." Tig taunted as he helped her off the bike, holding her hand when she stumbled over herself a little. "Try to keep those panties on."

"Can't make any promises, Tiger." Her growl was seductive, though he knew that she was fucking with him.

She'd given up rebuking his claims, instead feeding into them because, with Trager, she couldn't seem to win. He was sleazy, and she loved that back and forth.

What she loved more, though, was that he was comfortable. He was a strange man, and nobody really understood just where he came from, but Isla liked that she could make jokes of any kind around him. He was easy to get along with. Easy to love.

And, man, did she love Alex Trager.

"If you do fuck him, though, would you make a video?"

Isla stepped into Jax's front room, turning on her heels. "Who said that we haven't already got one?"

She chuckled and wandered into the party, leaving Tig with a few convoluted thoughts and even more raunchy questions.

"Fuck. Gemma taught her well." He grumbled under his breath, reaching for the beer in Half-Sack's hand.

He slumped on the couch, motioning for his usual lay to sit in his lap as he watched Juice fawn over his little blonde friend making conversation with some other random woman already.

"Yeah, totally..." she agreed with whatever the girl was saying, but her eyes were glued on Tara. Just floating around the party.

She felt bad that the doctor was alone. Despite all that she thought of her, being out of ones depth in such an intimidating setting wasn't very nice. And Isla was an empath.

"D'ya think anyone 'round here has any nail glue?"

"Gemma might." She smiled, pointing toward the kitchen.

Grateful that she managed to shake that one off, Isla weaved through the small conclave and sat beside Tara, offering a friendly face during a time of such discomfiture.

Her heart was aching, the sheer nervousness was palpable, and she knew that Tara felt the same way too.

But Isla just sucked it up. Because she wanted to talk to her, and had to be the one to initiate it.

"Thanks for coming." Her smile was wide, genuine.

She offered a beer to the brunette, hoping that she'd take it.

"Thanks for asking me here." Tara accepted it, glad that Isla remembered she wasn't particularly a wine girl like herself.

Christ. This is awkward.

"Trust me, you were the first person I asked to come tonight."

"How so?"

"Well," a little bit more comfortably, she faced her completely, "you've literally nursed Abel back to health. You've been there every step of the way. You've been the best surgeon. And, as much as I hate to say it, you helped Wendy so much, Tara. I'm really thankful for all that you've done for this family."

"It's my job." She tried to brush the comments off, but her heart definitely fluttered at the praise.

Isla never changed. She was still the sweetest soul, she thought.

"I know, but you've had it rough with this lot--with Gemma, I mean."

"She isn't anything I can't handle." Confidently, she asserted.

"I know, and I'm glad that you're able to stand your ground." Reluctant, a hand landed against Tara's palm.

She jolted a little bit, but softened into the embrace.

It was comfy, warm. Prosperous, perhaps, because it meant something. Tara not jerking away and leaving once Isla offered a friendly embrace, was promising.

They spoke about the baby for a little while, and shared a few laughs at Tig's expense. It was strange, really. To be talking to her ex-best friend was strange, but she'd missed it.

Donna joined the mix, too, and it was starting to feel like old times. Isla recognized that they'd never slip back into that routine, the dedication to one another that they'd known when they were kids--but it was nice.

The conversation stuttered and it wasn't able to flow as freely as what she might've liked, but it was a start.

To know that she had something resembling an acquaintanceship with two women she admired, was nice.

And Jax introducing his baby to his brand new home, to his extended family that were already so fucking dedicated to him, was just the most wonderful thing ever.

"What about a beer?" Clay joked, holding the bottle close to Abel. Jax laughed, though he shook his hand away. "What? Grandpa can't give him his first beer?"

"No, he can't."

"I'll take it, though. If you're offerin'." Chibs grabbed the Budweiser and twisted the cap with the leather grip of his glove.

He gestured to Isla, tipping it toward her. "Want some?"

"No, you're alright." She went back to her wine, smiling at that little bundle of happiness in Jax's arms, wondering how the hell he'd gotten to be in this position now.

But it was because of Tara. Her commitment, her talent, and sheer want to help that angel through the roughest patch that a baby could have possibly been thrust into.

How Gemma could still loathe that girl--after everything she did--was beyond her completely.

Tara was the unlikeliest hero in Abel's story.

"Why is it that every time I see you, your highlights get more chunky?" Gemma smiled at the comment, turning to see her favorite girl, flaunting the most beautiful smile.

She handed Isla the bottle of whatever wine Chibs could get this evening, unable to quit beaming at the thought of her grandson finally being at home. Where he belonged.

"I told you I'd do them for you, Gem."

"I know," she nodded, playing with a few strands of hair, "I was gonna ask you, but you've been a little distant this week--didn't wanna add to your workload, baby."

"That's super considerate of you. Are you alright?" Isla teased, holding a hand to Gemma's forehead.

She slapped it away with a laugh. "Fuck you. I'm always considerate."

"Sure you are. That's why Wendy is here, right?"

"No," her head shook, "she's here 'cuz this is her house. If I had it my way, she'd be out on her ass faster than what you could even say 'crank whore.'"

Isla wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, tipping her head toward the blonde in the living room.

"I thought you made sure she was gonna be here tonight?" Confused, she quizzed.

She was under the impression that Wendy was starting to grow on her. After she'd tried to kill her, of course.

"I did," Gem confirmed. "But only because I knew it'd be awkward between her and Tara."

Amazed, or maybe fucking horrified, Isla simply glared at her.

It should've been obvious to her--plain as day--that Gemma Teller doing a good thing was simply a bullshit facade, built in order to take away from the fact she wanted to do an inherently bad thing.

But Isla liked to see the good in people, so it wasn't. And that really was one of her mot fatal flaws.

"She thanked me for letting her stay, too."

"And what'd you say to her?" Almost as if she didn't want to know the answer, she asked.

Black nails danced along the rim of her wine glass as she leaned against the counter, watching everybody enjoy themselves as they bitched and moaned.

"That she's lucky to be alive."

"Jesus, Gem," her head shook disparagingly, disappointed perhaps.

But being surprised that the woman made a threatening comment toward Wendy, was just as stupid as being surprised at Tig for fucking another hooker during his free time.

"You've gotta keep her close, ma. She's the mother of your grandson, the woman your son did love at one point."

Ma. The word rolled off her tongue unintentionally most of the time, but she didn't hate it.

Gemma was the mother figure in her life--hell, she was the mother figure in a few of the Sons' lives--and it didn't feel weird using that around her. It was affectionate. She adored it.

"Jax never loved her," matter of fact, she retorted. "They got drunk together. They smoked dope together. They didn't love one another--"

"They got married." Isla reminded her. "They have a kid together. They have a lot of history."

"Just because they have history, doesn't mean they love one another. You've got history with him."

Her chuckle was throaty, almost a full-on splutter. "We have not got that same history--we're friends, Gem, you know that's different."

She supposed the blonde was right.

There was hell of a contrast between friends for life and friends with benefits--and Gemma knew that. She just didn't like that Jax gravitated toward Wendy when he'd always had Isla right there in front of him.

Though, she was more than aware that the pair didn't look at each other that way--she still lauded the thought of the two together.

"I still hate her."

"I know," Isla laughed at Gemma's irritability, sipping on her wine, enjoying the sight of everybody having a damn good time.

"She's checking into rehab, too."

"Really? Where?"

"Some place in Oakland, I think." Gemma added, smiling at Clay when he wandered over to the pair. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"You think she's gonna stick to it?"

"Couldn't tell 'ya." He answered for his wife, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Isla's cheek. "She's determined though, I'll give her that."

"Yeah?" His nod was optimistic--strange for Clay Morrow. "Well, I'm glad she's working on herself, anyway. She's got potential."

"You hate her."

"I know." She didn't refute the assertion. "But I'm still happy for her."

At least somebody is.

She wasn't lying. Wendy was a good girl, a woman tortured for no good reason. And she felt for her, she really did.

It'd been a shock, finding out that she was pregnant. But it wasn't like they weren't expecting it--what with the rate she and Jax were going at it.

From the start, Isla and Gemma were worried. She was notorious for her crank habit and the girls thought she was going to kill herself before she had the chance to see her son into the world.

And that almost happened, didn't it?

The doctors at St. Thomas were fucking miracle workers--Isla was on pins and needles waiting for a call to say that Wendy and Abel were okay.

But she tried not to dwell on that, now. They were both as healthy and Abel was as happy as he could've been, so Isla was content. She wasn't pleased, but she was comfortable with the way that things were going.

Tara, however.

"No!" She yelled, backing out of the nursery. "No, fuck you, Jax."

Juice stumbled backward when she nudged him out of the way, pulling her purse from the kitchen counter.

Isla and Gemma couldn't not stare.

"Tara, c'mon!" Jax called after her, but it was too late.

The front door had been slammed shut and the party came to a complete standstill. A thickening tension was shrouding the group, and things were only just starting to simmer.

"What was that all about?" The blonde asked Juice, leaning against the island.

She didn't want to prove Tig to be right but, after a few glasses of wine, Juan Carlos Ortiz was starting to pique her interests.

He swallowed thickly, watching Clay leave the room. "He said something about Wendy--wanting to keep whatever it is that he and Tara have going on the down low so it doesn't set her off, or something."

Makes sense.

"He has a point. She's doing really well lately." He continued. "Jax would hate to stunt her progress by shoving his relationship with Tara in her face."

Isla was rattled.

Jax hadn't talked to her in days, and she wasn't aware that so much had changed. She wasn't aware that he had established a relationship with Tara Knowles.

Again.

You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another.

She was too irritated to reside in that same room as Gemma, now. Knowing the conversation she'd initiate the second that Juice left was too fucking much. So she left first, instead.

The living room was almost empty. Just Clay, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs sat around the couches as Donna, the kids, and Ope were preparing to set off.

Everything was annoying her, now. She hadn't made the effort with Donna all night, but she was pissed that she hadn't started to say goodbye to her yet.

Isla was so fucking irritated that she didn't even want to talk to Tig, or her father. So she didn't.

"Where're you going, petal?" Chibs asked, hindering her plan to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. He knew that she'd crack a smile at the nickname.

"I was just wandering. Not really sure what to do with myself."

"Come sit down," he gestured to the space between himself and Tig, and wound an arm around her when she met the leather. "I've missed 'ya."

"Tonight? Or just in general."

"In general. It's been a few days, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." Her head rested against his Sgt. At Arms patch, and she sighed. "Work has been so fucking busy and I feel like I haven't gotten a moment to myself this week."

Isla only worked a part-time gig at some shitty salon just on the outskirts of Charming--edging into Stockton--but she hated her job.

She hated driving into the city every morning and evening, wasting a fuck ton of her paycheck on gas when, really, there was no point.

She hated her cunt boss.

Hated her cunt clients.

She hated that nobody really spoke to her because of who her father was. And when they did speak to her, it was almost like they were scared. Of Isla.

Gemma had always promised her that there was a space at the auto shop for her had she needed it, but she couldn't think of anything worse than having to answer to Gemma and Clay every single day.

Well, more than what she already was, anyway.

"Who'd 'a thought that being a hairdresser was so demanding?"

"Me, apparently." She joked, watching Tig get up and leave the room.

It'd turned somber. A little too bleak for her liking, but she guessed that everyone felt a bit awkward after Tara stamped out and Jax sat on his porch. Alone. With a bottle of whiskey.

She hated the hold that woman had over him sometimes. The way he was so fucking devoted to Tara Knowles that she could literally slap him, scream in his face, and ruin his son's homecoming party--and he would still pine for her.

She'd never understand that.

And she didn't understand how such a lively bunch of individuals had mellowed out over the course of two hours, either.

The party had disappeared. Dissipated into nothing and the atmosphere she once lauded was completely dead in the water.

It was fucking grim, and she couldn't wait to head home.

"Can I come with you tonight?"

"Why'd you even ask? Y'know you're welcome to come home with your old man whenever you want." Chibs told her a little bit stern, though it was essentially full of love.

She just smiled up at him, a bit buzzed. But she was having a good-ish time and who was he to chastise her for drinking a little too much tonight?

"Wanna head off now?"

"Yeah--lemme just say 'bye' to Gemma."

"Alright, I'll be out front. Don't forget your purse." He reminded, knowing she was too ditsy for her own good.

Chibs helped her to her feet, letting go of her hand only to part ways for a few moments.

Her mood was perking up, now. The prospect of being able to spend a few hours with her dad after a long fucking day, was just the best.

And she'd really missed him. Missed the time they once had an abundance of. Missed the evenings that they'd spend talking, drinking, watching movies, doing the generic father daughter activities.

They hadn't had that for a while, and it was truly a blessing that it was within reach tonight.

Well. It was within reach for all of five minutes.

"Oh my God--" Gemma's cell slipped from between black nails and bounced across the table. Saturated hues were locked on Isla, and her head shook.

"What?"

"There's--there's been an accident." She managed to muster out. "Or, maybe a drive-by, I don't know, but Donna--"

"Donna?" Piney's attention was snatched at the mention of his daughter-in-law. He stood up. "What about her?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Gemma was going to say because it was just the usual now, wasn't it?

Being affiliated with SAMCRO just did that to somebody. Man, woman, child. They didn't fucking care.

"She's--Piney, she's dead."

[butteraway]

when time runs out | iv

⋆ summary:  A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none

authors note: I wanna say im so sorry for lying to yall about that extra chapter KJDFFF😭😭 ALSO @chibiiichann I APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING YOU WHENEVER I REPLIED TO YOU💀 A DIFFERENT ACC WOULD POP UP BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE OC'S CONDITION JFJDJD

"HAHA! I GOTCHU NOW LOSER!" Y/N smashed the buttons on her controller, basically on the edge of her bed. A grunt was heard through her headphones, then a loud bang with laughing in the background. Y/N felt her stomach turn at the sound of this, feeling a little left out, but smiled nonetheless.

"HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT?!! YOU’RE DOING SOME HACKING MY GUY!" Denki yelled through the laughing in the background, hands pulling at his hair. He seriously couldn't believe it!

"I'm not! I just wanted to show Sero I'm way better at this game than you are. And turns out I am!" Y/N let out a loud laugh, falling backwards onto her pillow. After finding out that 'Tape Dispenser' went to her cousin’s school by hearing his voice in the back of Denki's room, she got to learn more about this Sero dude. She already knew this after their last game a few nights ago, but he was so chill. It was still insane for her to find out that her cousin and online friend went to the same hero school. The coincidences in this world. Y/N thought as she grinned.

"It's okay Kaminari, you still lasted a long time! But you did get brutally beat by Y/N at the end though..." Sero said, trying to raise Denki's low spirits, but only succeeded in making him more miserable. Rustling was heard through Y/N's headphones, making it obvious that there was movement happening.

"You don't understand Sero! THIS IS THE ONLY GAME I COULD FULLY BEAT THIS GIRL IN!" Denki shook Sero by the shoulders, quickly doing the action. Cackling was heard through the speakers while the girl wiped a tear from her eye. Sero laughed along, as he was pushed to the ground by Denki. His arms were crossed as he looked away, upset that Y/N managed to finally beat him in every game they played.

"It's okay Denki, not everyone can be as good as me!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from her bed to start taping specific parts of her room. Kaminari continued to complain about his defeat to Sero, who only chuckled in response. As she finished taping the bottom of the walls, Y/N sat back on her bed, sighing in content.

"So, how are you? I'm doing terribly after being utterly destroyed by you, by the way." Said Kaminari, opening his water bottle and taking large gulps from it. Y/N felt her face light up as she remembered to tell Kaminari of her future activity.

"Bro, you won't believe this! So, basically, they're actually letting me paint my room! All by myself! How fricking cool is that?!" The girl laughed out loud, jumping on her bed in excitement. Kaminari's eyes widen, in surprise and slight fear, sitting up and taking in the new information.

"Wait, really? But isn't that like extremely dangerous? Cuz of the chemicals and what not??" He tried his best to keep his voice leveled, not noticing Sero look at him weirdly. That guy had no idea what was happening.

"Well, they said that they were gonna do something to the paint so it won't hurt me or anything, I don't know what, but-" Y/N was cut off by an extremely confused Sero. "Wait wait wait, hold on. I don't understand what's happening. How can paint harm you? Besides like...eating it. And what do you mean by 'finally getting to paint your room?’ Silence was the only answer he got. Sero gulped in embarrassment, thinking he asked a really personal question.

"Um, it's nothing du-" A loud 'shhhhhhh' was heard from Y/N, who let out a shaky breath. She never really told anyone, it's not like she could either way, being confined in the hospital room for a long time. She pushed a loose strand of her away from her face, preparing herself to tell Sero.

"Well, the reason is because I basically live in a hospital. I can't go outside, or have 'unpurified' air, as the doctors like to say, meaning my interactions with people and the outside world are extremely limited. That means anything that's not cleared of dust and germs, I guess, can be extremely harmful for me? As pathetic as it sounds, it could actually kill me, haha." It was quiet as Sero took in the information, a large wave of emotions crashing on him. A person shouldn't have to be locked in a room for the rest of their life. Especially someone who is such a sweet person like Y/N.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N. If you don't mind me asking, how...how long have you been in the hospital?" The young girl answered with a quick 'Two years', and that's when Sero felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. Kaminari abruptly got up and headed towards his door.

"I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something dude?" Kaminari's voice was low and trembling. It didn't take a genius to see that the blonde haired boy needed some time alone. "No thanks." Kaminari let out a hum, quickly exiting his room and closing the door shut. Sero heard the loud sniffs that slowly faded away, as he hung his head down.

"Hey, you good Sero? That was probably a lot to take in, sorry." Sero shook his head, letting a sad smile adorn his face. "It's fine, really. I actually feel honored that you're comfortable telling me. Feels like we're getting closer, to be honest." He smiled happily, meaning every word he said. And Y/N knew that. "Ha, we are though!" The air was tense, despite the two teenagers being in different rooms.

Y/N went to clear her throat, but was interrupted when a light knock echoed throughout her room. "Someone there?" Sero asked, noticing her silence and hearing the very faint knocking.

"Yeah, um Sero, I'll call you guys later, my doctor wants to talk." Y/N quickly replied, seeing Receen open the door and walk in with his thin suit on. Sero let out an ok and they hang up. Y/N finally took in how the doctor looked, noticeable eye bags under his blue-grey eyes, from lack of sleep. His dark hair slightly tousled, probably from putting on the protective helmet that came with the suit, and a small smile on his welcoming face. And a large container of paint in his left hand. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"What’s up doc? I see you have something in your hand, can I see it closer?" The small girl asked, getting up and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Receen chuckled, lifting up the paint for Y/N to see. Even if he were to hand her the container, she wouldn't be able to hold. She was just too weak. Said girl let out a high pitch 'OOOO ' in excitement.

"I'm not sure if you wanted more, but we managed to get you your favorite color! This should be enough to paint the room, you can even put a second layer if you want." Receen walked over to where Y/N put all the equipment, opening the container of paint. And with a low grunt from him, the lid was opened. Y/N watched with amazement as the doctor poured the soft looking paint into a tray. She picked up a roller near her, and drowned the roller in paint, the white fluff getting covered in color.

The two began painting, Y/N's hand shaking every now and then. After painting half the room, they sat in silence, resting for a while. Receen seemed to be tense, though Y/N didn't seem to notice since she was too happy to speak. Receen let out a breath, breaking the silence, causing Y/N to look towards him.

"I didn't get to ask you how you were, did I Y/N? How are you?" Said girl let a beaming smile spread on her face, causing Receen to slightly squint his eyes from the intensity of her smile. "Honestly, I haven't felt this happy in a very long time! I actually still can't believe you guys really let me do this! Thank you so much!"

Receen gave her a small smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not a problem, you could’ve asked sooner and gotten this done a long time ago. You've been here for two years, so please don't be afraid of asking for things!" At the mention of her time spent in the hospital, Y/N lowered her head, causing Receen to wince. Well, might as well tell her. The doctor cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Y/N, as you are aware, I, along with many other doctors and scientists, have been working hard for you to be able to go outside again. To see your family, hug them, be a normal kid again." There was a pause and that alone caught Y/N's attention. She looked up at him. "There is a way for you to finally do that, Y/N."

Shock evident on the girl's face, she abruptly stood up and faced the doctor. There was absolutely no way anyone could have found a cure for someone like her. Someone who had an incurable sickness. Someone who was too sick, to even have medicine. He's lying. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the grown man sitting in front of her.

"With all due respect Doctor, I highly doubt that ​​that's possible. Cuz, y'know? I basically have an incurable disease? I mean, like, even if you did manage to find a way for me to leave this place, how do you even know it's gonna work? I don't think you've tried this medicine since no one in recorded hospital documents in the past have had people like that checked in before-"

"How do you even know that?"

"-so how do you truly know it'll work?" Y/N quickly finished, completely ignoring his statement. Receen sighed, scratching his head. "We live in a world where quirks exist. Would you believe me if I told you centuries ago that the human race would evolve to have super powers? It's kind of like that, but not really." Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He's avoiding the question.

Receen looked straight at the girl standing in front of him. He felt slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze. He quickly looked away and got up, towering over Y/N's small frame. Then he smiled. "Y/N, you are a very sweet girl, no doubt about it. I know how much you want to get out of here, and I want to help you. My team has created this almost perfect pill, especially suited for your sickness. I know you're very cautious, just like your mother, but I can only reassure you, that these are your ticket out of here." He pulled out the bottle from his protective suit, shaking it in front of [Y/N].

Her eyes widened as she restrained herself from reaching out and snatching the bottle. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled herself together. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her upwards, she looked into the doctor's bright eyes. "There's always a catch when it comes to these kinds of things. What's the price if I take these? My lifespan shortens, I only have five hours to go outside, it drugs me or something?"

"I'm hurt you think I would just give you these without setting out the consequences." There was a slight glint in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. Y/N hummed, urging the doctor to continue.

"There are exactly 15 pills in here. And consuming just one of these bad boys right here, would allow you to go outside! Though, time is very important when taking these. You'd have 10 hours before the pills effects wear off. These would dull your hypersensitive senses, but not to a point where you can't feel, smell or do anything. No no, it'd just be like how you were before. You'd feel slightly dizzy and be a little itchy, but besides that, nothing too extreme. It just dulls all your body senses down." Receen gave Y/N a small smile. She looked a little weary, unsure if what he said was true. She looked at the bottle then back to Doctor Receen, fingers twitching every now and then. Breathing in and letting it out slowly, Y/N stared straight into the doctor's eyes.

If I take these, I can finally go out. I can hug mom and dad, I can be around Denki again. I can meet Sero face to face and feel the grass again! I can be... happy again. But if these don't actually work, I'd immediately die on the spot. I'd be able to go outside though. Aah, so much going outside, I can meet new people! I don't wanna spend the rest of my days slowly rotting away in here anyway.

"So Y/N, are you going to take them or let all our time go to waste?"

Sero looked at his hands solemnly, thinking about what Y/N had told him. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then lightly slapped his cheeks to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out.

"Yo, you good dude? It's not everyday I see someone willingly slapping themselves." Kaminari chuckled, walking in and closing the door with his foot as he carried a soda bottle and a bag of chips towards the boy sitting on his bed. Sero grinned, feeling the sadness of everything wash away.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. But what about you though? After we had that conversation, you were, well, umm... kind of out of it." Kaminari froze, letting a dejected smile appear on his face. Dragging a hand down his face, he let out a sorrowful laugh.

"She's my best friend. My first real, true friend. She's basically my sister at this point. So when she collapsed that day, I felt my whole world crashing down. She is the sweetest, the most kindest, person I have ever met. She never let me degrade myself, alway cheered me up when people called me stupid." Kaminari rubbed his eyes, opening the bag of chips and plopping one of them into his mouth.

"It hasn't been the same ever since she left, her parents barely come over anymore, and they're always so sad whenever I see them. My own parents aren't the same either, they treated her like their own daughter. I can't even begin to imagine how Y/N feels about this all. She was the top in our grade, highest scores in our test. No one could compare to her. M-my heart breaks for her. She lost everything." Sero let that information sink in, thinking about how she was before. He smiled as he saw Kaminari's shoulders begin to shake. He cares so much for her.

He put his hand on his shoulder, watching Kaminari slowly lift his face towards him. "Come here you emotional ball of feelings." Being the friendly guy he is, Sero gave the sobbing boy a hug, cuz hugs fix everything.

"No homo though bro." And with that, they both laughed out loud, continuing their bro day.

[idkwhylou]

Selfish ?

Summary : Something went wrong in training you couldn't contain your anger when you found out Bob was injured.

Bob Floyd x f!reader/pilot!reader

A/N : Not so much Bob in this one, but a very cute ending :)

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Once Maverick had finished giving the instructions you hastened to get up to go to the locker room, you don't know why but today you were very excited for training. Certainly because you were going to see Bob again who had caught a cold a few days ago.

He asked Hangman to tell Mav since they both shared the same dorm, the day the blond explained that the WSO wasn't coming and he was staying in his room to rest, you couldn't hide the fact that you were disappointed. But his health was more important than your little crush. You had even been hesitant to make him chicken soup and bring him but you quickly realized that maybe it wasn't a good idea, so you didn't do anything and waited patiently for him to come back in good shape.

And that day finally arrived, Bob had come back to class full of energy again. When you arrived this morning you didn't expect to see him, but he was already there before everyone else waiting for the others to arrive. When he saw you in the distance he greeted you timidly with a wave of the hand, you had decided to join him to wait for the pilots. In the locker room were already Halo and Phoenix changing, so you did the same and didn't forget to take your helmet with your call sign on it when you left the room. You walked quickly to the rec room since you weren't the first to do the exercise.

The firsts to walk on the still cold tarmac were Halo, Phoenix and Bob.

You were eager to see how they were going to fare against your instructor but you knew Phoenix and Bob, and you knew very well what they were capable of. It's not a little exercise like today's that will make them panic, far from it. You looked through the window at the moving planes before one of them took off, you turned your head and stared intently at Hangman who was once again blowing himself.

You slowly approached him and the boys around to listen to what he was saying, as usual on his face was a smirk which is more than annoying. As he continued to tell his story his eyes fell on you and he narrowed his eyes.

“C/s ! I was just explaining how I eliminated you last practice.” He said with a victorious smile.

“We were a team so you lost too, Bagman.” You say with a fake smile.

“Whatever. Today I will still be able to show that they summoned anyone for this mission.” He said standing up before slowly approaching you.

The world of the navy was not easy, even less when you are a woman. It often happens to come across misogynist pilots or even worse, Hangman was not like that he was just a little provocative. You couldn't blame him, he was one of the best.

He knows very well where he belongs and does not doubt himself for a single second. Yes, you were a woman, but that didn't mean you weren't as good as Hangman or any other man on the base. And Jake had a knack for finding the words to annoy other people.

“Why do you always try to put others down if you are so good as you say ?” You challenged, squinting with a smirk on your face knowing full well he wasn't going to find anything to say after that.

You crossed your arms over your chest waiting for him to come up with something to retort but as you thought nothing came out of his mouth, he was too busy frowning when Rooster joined the conversation.

“Bagman is not afraid to lose, but losing against a woman who is also c/s is something else.” He said laughing before giving you a high five.

You let out a laugh as the blond in front of you mumbled under his breath before going to sit down with the others, you walked over to the wooden bar where the radio was and leaned on it. Rooster followed you and mimicked your actions before turning on the radio to set it to a decent volume.

“Thanks.” You say almost in a whisper.

He put an arm over your shoulders before hugging you gently against him, as if to give you some support after what had just happened.

“I'm not upset, at least for now.” You resumed with a laugh as Bradley removed his arm and freed you from his grip. “It's just that he always thinks he's superior and that's beyond annoying.”

“I know, but what would Hangman be without his annoying side ?”

You both laughed without really caring if the others were going to hear you or not. That's why you like Rooster so much, with him you don't care if you laugh too hard or talk too much. You are very good friends and you are grateful to have met him. Without him you'd be fine that's for sure, but you couldn't make fun of Hangman and his ways so much.

A scream erupted from the radio, which cut you right off your moment. You crank up the volume waiting to hear more, it wasn't a usual scream a pilot might give out of frustration but a completely different scream.

“Go up Phoenix, go up !” Ordered a dry voice that you immediately recognized as Bob's.

“That’s what I’m doing Bob !" The pilot answered him with difficulty.

You looked carefully at the radio as if you were going to see something, you did not understand anything of what was happening but to hear the conversation between the two pilots there must have been a problem. Now everyone who was busy in the rec room was around the radio, behind you and Rooster. Unconsciously you had gripped the bar in front of you, pressing the wood as if it were a matter of life and death. You didn't know it but right now what was happening in the air didn't look good.

“Halo stop, go up !” Ordered another voice that you recognized quickly.

“I’m trying sir.”

Everything happened very quickly, everyone was talking almost at the same time. It was like the radio was crackling you couldn't hear much, some pilot in the room had come up to the windows trying to see what was going on but you couldn't move. You were paralyzed, you could try as many times as you wanted, it was impossible for you to free yourself from the wood. While the voices on the radio were still mixing one sentence stood out very clearly and had the effect of a slap in the face.

“Bob, Phoenix eject now !” Maverick ordered in a deep voice. “Halo go up ! You can not do that ! Doing so you put everyone at risk-”

You heard nothing from that moment, the pilots in the room were rather calm but a hubbub was installed. You moved your hands off the bar and dropped your arms to your sides. It was as if there was no one around you, everything had become a blur. You felt a hand on your shoulder shake you gently but you removed it without looking at who it was and left the room without looking back. You walked decisively towards the tarmac to join Halo and Maverick.

You were boiling inside, watching the two f-18s land, the squealing of the wheels eerily similar to the grinding of your teeth. Behind you were a few pilots but you didn't look and walked straight towards Halo who had just got off his plane. She took off her helmet slowly as you approached with a determined step towards her, Rooster shouted your name behind you to stop you in your tracks but now it was impossible to stop you.

“Have you lost your mind ?!” You cried once in front of Halo.

“Calm down c/s-”

“Calm down ? After what you just did to them, no, I don't think so.” You cut her off more annoyed than ever.

“Hey c/s-” Tried to intervene your instructor who had just arrived, he passed next to the pilot and looked at you attentively.

“Nope ! This is not normal, you are one of the best and you allow yourself to make such a stupid mistake !” You said without really thinking.

“A stupid mistake ?” She repeated now as angry as you. “I made a mistake and I own it but it happens to everyone, don't think you're perfect c/s.”

“I'm not perfect but I wouldn't have made such a mistake that could have killed them !” You exclaimed raising your arm to the sky.

“I could have ended up hurting too !”

“You are one of the best, you can’t just-”

“C/S that’s enough !” Shouted Maverick to stop your exchange.

Your gaze slid to the man next to her and you lowered your head slightly, realizing you shouldn't have gotten so angry. But it was stronger than you, you were more than worried about Bob, you couldn't imagine if because of such a stupid mistake you had to lose him.

A silence settled and no one dared to speak for a moment, when Halo spoke again. “You're just selfish.”

You lifted your head directly towards her and gently brought yourselves closer, frowning, “Selfish ?” You asked him pointing at you.

“You heard very well, selfish. All you care about is how Bob is doing when I could have had worse.”

For a second you remained calm but the anger quickly exploded inside you, you didn't answer and walked towards her again, “You...” You said gritting your teeth and pointing at her before almost throwing yourself away above.

Maverick took Halo by the arm to pull her out of the way, and you felt two arms encircle you to keep you from going any further. You tried to struggle but unable to free yourself from the grip of the person, you turned your head and you saw that it was Rooster.

“Rooster get off me !” You still growled trying to free yourself.

“So that we have a third person in the infirmary ? No way darlin’."

You stopped moving and calmed down, realizing for good that there was no point in getting mad at her, that it wasn't completely her fault. Rooster finally let go of you and you headed inside the building quickly without saying a word. You headed to the infirmary and waited patiently to go see the two pilots.

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While you were still waiting for the nurse's permission to come inside and see how Phoenix and Bob were doing, Maverick had already returned for a while but quickly left, footsteps echoed in the hallway which made you turn your head to the right. The person stopped and turned her head towards the door to avoid eye contact with you, at the same time the nurse came out of the room and closed the door gently behind her. She looked at the two people in front of her before telling you that you could come in and see them hurt now.

As the woman took off in another direction, the pilot next to you spoke without looking at you. “You can go first.” She said softly pointing her arm towards the door in front of you.

You nodded and put your hand on the handle but before pushing it you turned to the person behind you, “I'm sorry about earlier I shouldn't have talked to you like that. You made a mistake but it could have happened to anyone, even me.”

Halo smiles at you before putting her hand on your left shoulder to gently squeeze it, “I'm sorry I said you were selfish, I was mad-”

“Don’t worry. I didn't have to talk to you like that, it's normal for you to react like that and then it's true that I was more worried about Bob at the time.” You admitted with a shy smile.

She released you and nodded her head towards the door to make you understand to enter, you did not waste another second and pushed the wooden door. Once in the room, in front of you was a bed on which Phoenix was lying. You slowly approached her before gently taking her in your arms. As you opened your mouth to say something but she put her index finger in front of her mouth to make you understand not to say a word, you frowned and she pointed at the curtain who was on her right. Not understanding what she meant, you remained static in front of her before she pushed you and pointed at the curtain again.

So you walked to the other side of the piece of fabric before you saw Bob lying in bed, “Oh... Hi.” He said shyly straightening up.

Unlike the pilot, you rushed to the WSO who had just straightened up to take him in your arms and hug him tight, reassured that he was nothing serious. You were surprised when you felt his arms restrain themselves in turn on you, which makes you smile in his neck. You moved away from him to sit on the chair next to his bed, you got as close to him as if you were going to leave.

“Hey.” You just say.

You took the time to observe his face in detail, his deep blue eyes which were not cold but on the contrary warm, his thin pink lips, his nose which ended slightly in a trumpet if you looked closely and especially his glasses.

“You've barely gotten back to base that you're already back in a warm bed."

He chuckled softly before getting serious again, “Y/N, Mav told me what happened earlier with Halo.”

Suddenly you felt very small, you were even ashamed. “Oh…” you say lowering your head to play with your fingers, you suspected that Bob was certainly disappointed in you. He is one of the people who think that violence solves nothing and he is right, but above all he is an extremely nice person. And earlier you were anything but nice.

“Hey.” He said putting his hand on your forearm, which made you shiver slightly.

You looked up to meet the blue in his eyes, “I know what I did was wrong but I talked to Halo and we explained each other, I was just angry and worried-”

“Hey” He repeated, cutting you off, this time if he had put his hand on yours. “There are no worries c/s ! You do what you want, I just wanted to thank you for "defending" me, even if you could have done it in other circumstances.”

“I was really angry-”

This time if it was not Bob who cut you off but his hand, it slipped innocently into yours before he brought it to his lips to place a tender kiss. “I think if this had happened to you I would have killed the person responsible a long time ago.” He confessed shyly.

You looked at him and smiled before leaning down to kiss him tenderly on his lips, with a lot of surprise but also a lot of relief he returned the kiss.

“Ok enough, you had enough !” A higher voice cut you off in your tracks.

You pulled away from Bob and turned to see Phoenix's head sticking out of the light blue curtain, with a small smile. “I want a kiss too.” She said holding her cheek towards you.

All three let out a sincere laugh before you stood up to approach Phoenix again to give him a kiss on the cheek. What you didn't know is that the WSO was watching you more than attentively when it was only his pilot.

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Teamwork [Luke x Reader]

Word Count: 4000+

Summary: When a rag tag team of "rebels" save you from imperial imprisonment, you are immediately faced with danger. The only ways you can think of surviving are by disguising as stormtroopers, or jumping down the garbage shoot...or both.

Requested on Wattpad.com at StarkWars084

Warnings: Reader is trapped underwater

Your tightly bound hands ached as you paced the cramped, dark room you were locked in. The troopers that had put you there hadn't bothered taking the restriction off since you didn't seem to be worth their time. You tried to wriggle your hands loose and almost succeeded a few times, but the cord frustratingly slipped through your fingers right as you thought you had a grip.

Suddenly, the rope seemed to loosen, and you froze to keep yourself from messing up. With a final tug, you managed to work the rope off your wrists and drop it to the ground.

As you rubbed your wrist, you stared at the door wondering what you were going to do now. Of course, escape was the only option you would consider, but there wasn't any kind of panel to open the cell from the inside. You put your ear up against the cool metal of the door, listening for anything that might give you a clue. All you heard was footsteps walking toward your cell.

You barely stepped back before the door slid open revealing two stormtroopers, dressed identically, standing together in the same stance. They walked in unison toward you with their blasters at the ready.

"Let's go," one of them commanded. He reached out to grab your arm, and a reckless, impulsive, spur of the moment idea hit you.

Quick as a whip, you ducked under his arm and kicked him behind his knee (which you were sure hurt you more than him). Nonetheless, he was shocked long enough for you to knock the blaster out of his hand. The gun clattered to the floor right as the first blast sounded just above your head.

You grabbed the weapon and swung it hard against the head of the first trooper. He crumpled to the floor leaving you vulnerable to the second trooper's gun. This was a terrible idea, you told yourself a little too late. Before the second could shoot, you plowed into him and knocked him back against the wall. He fell next to his comrade, unmoving.

"That was lucky," you whispered. You bent down to the unconscious troopers on the ground and removed the helmet from one of them. An urgent voice sounded through the com, demanding to know what had happened. You put the helmet on and spoke in a low voice, hoping the radio would muffle it enough to avoid suspicion.

"It's alright," you answered. "We've got her under control."

"I heard a blaster. What happened?" the voice questioned.

You stumbled on your words as they left your mouth without your consent."It was just a--uh--a warning shot. It--it's all okay. We'll have her back... soon." You cringed, biting your lip and silently scolding your tongue.

"I'm sending in Kral," the voice announced.

You spun around, and in a panicked state, dressed up in the rest of the uniform. You didn't have time to figure out how to tighten the armor, but it felt loose and awkward. You were quickly running out of "brilliant ideas".

Lastly, you needed the trooper's blaster, though you knew full well you didn't know how to fire one. You picked it up and looked it over, trying to make sense of it. As you examined it,  you heard shots fired from down the hall. Listening carefully to the sounds that were mixed with the shooting you determined something or someone had gotten loose besides yourself.

"Luke, we're gonna have company!" a man yelled. Now you knew that they weren't supposed to be here either. The shooting stopped, and assuming they had taken care of everyone, you stepped into the open. A stormtrooper stood at a control panel, scanning a list of every cell number and its occupant. One sideways glance at you and he raised his blaster to fire.

"Don't shoot!" you shouted, hoping this was the Luke character you'd heard the other man yelling to. You slipped the helmet off your head and raised your hands. "Don't shoot," you repeated.

The armor-clad man jogged up to you. "Are you Leia?" he asked, confusedly.

The question took you off guard, and you slowly shook your head in response.

He sighed, nodding as though he expected as much. "Do you know where cell block two-one-eight-seven is?" he asked, fidgeting now.

"I'm sorry, but no." You wished you could be more of a help. Defying the empire was what you liked best, which was how you'd landed yourself on the space station to begin with. "I'll help you look for it if you want."

"Sure thing. I'm sure Han will be okay with it," Luke agreed, and went quickly to the next cell.

You had only looked at a handful of doors before Luke found the one he was after. With the task done, you knew you should get going, but with a glance into the cell, your curiosity won you over.

A woman was asleep on the metal bed, and you guessed she was Leia. She woke with no urgency and propped herself up with her forearm. She had a white dress that fell to her ankles, and her dark, brown hair was tied up on either side of her head.

"Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?" she quipped.

"Huh?" Luke started. "Oh the uniform!" He whipped off his helmet, revealing shoulder-length, blond hair. "I'm Luke Skywalker! I'm here to rescue you!"

Leia became much more interested now. "You're who?" she questioned as she sat up.

"I'm here to rescue you. I've got your R2 unit. I'm here with Ben Kenobi," he explained rapidly.

You had no idea what was going on, but Leia stood quickly. "Ben Kenobi? Where is he?"

"Come on!" He turned around to you, and his blue eyes locked with yours. "I didn't get your name."

"Y/N," you answered. "Who's Ben Kenobi?" You were interrupted by a loud growl from down the hall.

"Get behind me! Get behind me!" The man who had warned Luke earlier seemed to be occupied.

"We gotta go." Luke responded, and grabbed your hand. You ran outside with Leia just behind, but when you heard blasters firing, you wondered if it wasn't safer in the cell.

The blasters stopped, and you were startled to see a Wookiee thundering toward you. You just avoided the creature as a dark-haired man (Han, you presumed) wearing the same stormtrooper uniform followed the Wookiee in like manner.

Blasters had been firing left and right and none of you had worn a helmet. Intelligent team we've got here, you remarked silently.

"Can't get out that way," he explained once he had caught up to his comrades. He turned to you. "Who's this?"

"Looks like you've managed to cut off our only escape route." Leia retorted, ignoring his question.

Han turned to her not missing a beat. "Maybe you'd like to go back to your cell, Your Highness."

The words were met by a blast from the stormtroopers that were now blocking the exit. The shots were barely missing as you all ran for what little cover there was.

You glanced at Leia, wondering why she was important enough to warrant a rescue party. Was she a queen? It would explain why she was imprisoned here. Even if she wasn't, you knew she needed protection as much as any of you.

You grabbed her arm and she spun around. "Come with me!" you commanded over the commotion.

Together, you ran to the cell you'd been kept in. When you entered the cell you were relieved to see the trooper you'd knocked out earlier was still unconscious.

"Is this a way out?" she questioned. You bent down and removed the armor from him.

"No," you answered. "It's a way to survive."

"I don't see how this will help," she reasoned, once she was fully armor-clad. "We're outnumbered and at least two of us are inexperienced." She said this nodding in Luke and Han's direction.

As much as you couldn't argue, you took comfort that the armor would help keep her alive at least a little longer.

You heard the Wookiee howl from outside and fear washed over you. Leia ran back out only to be met with more blaster shots. She ducked behind Luke while you ran behind the Wookiee.

"I can't hold 'em off forever! Now what?" Han demanded, frustrated.

"This is some rescue!" Leia complained over the noise. "You came in here, and do you have a plan for getting out?"

"He's the brains, sweetheart!" Han yelled back.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Leia reaching over Luke and stealing his blaster. You had forgotten that you had one at all, and Leia hadn't got the one from the unconscious stormtrooper. She aimed the blaster in Han's direction. She's going to shoot him!  You had no time to think before she fired. The laser hit next to his leg and opened up a space in the wall. The noise made your ears ring, as Han threw some protest at Leia.

"Into the garbage shoot, Flyboy!" you barely heard her say. She tossed the blaster back to Luke then slid down the hole she had just made. The Wookiee behind you pushed you forward and down the chute before you had time to object.

You landed on a pile of garbage that broke your fall. The loose armor on your body shifted uncomfortably. The softness of the garbage underneath you was the first thing you noticed, and you were very grateful for it. The second was the putrid smell that swamped you and made you gag. You were not as grateful for that part.

"Get out of the way!" Leia called to you. You got up clumsily and stumbled over to where she was standing. Right after, the Wookiee landed right where you had been. He stood, growling, headed for a single door in the wall, and banged on it. You looked up the chute expecting Luke and his friend to fall down soon.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you jumped and spun around. "You said your name was Y/N, right?" Leia asked you as she took off her helmet.

You nodded and removed yours.

"I'm Leia Organa of Alderaan. You don't have to worry. We're going to be alright."

You hadn't realized you'd been shaking. You weren't scared, but even if you were, would that really have been a comfort? You had been imprisoned, escaped with armed soldiers shooting at you, and tossed head-first into a garbage pit with seemingly now way out.

"If those two can figure out left from right, I might just believe that," you replied, trying to prove you were fine as could be after falling into a swamp of diluted garbage.

Luke fell across from you and rolled down the junk hill into what you could only hope was water.

Han followed soon after. He barely finished landing before he started mouthing off again. "The garbage shoot! Really wonderful idea," he remarked sarcastically. "What an incredible smell you've discovered!"

Leia didn't respond, but shot him a well-deserved glare.

Han turned to the Wookiee, who was still banging on the door. "Chewie, would you stop that?"

"Chewie" growled in reply and continued his racket.

"Get out of here. Get away from there!" Han ordered as he raised his gun.

As Han fired the blaster, Luke yelled, "No, wait!"

The laser jumped back and forth against the walls, ceiling, and back again. Everyone tumbled to a crouched position as the laser continued. Finally with a final loud blast, the laser hit a piece of garbage and stopped.

"Would you forget it? I already tried it! It's magnetically sealed!" Luke screamed.

"Put that thing away! You're going to get us all killed!" Leia added, more furious than Luke.

You stood slowly and watched the heated conversation in front of you.

"Absolutely, Your Worship," Han snapped. "Look! I had Everything under control 'til you led us down here!" He looked around at the walls. "Y'know it's not going to take 'em long to figure out what's happened to us."

"Could be worse," Leia pointed out.

A low rattling, growl answered her. You looked over at Chewie, but it obviously hadn't come from him. "It's worse." Han declared.

"There's something alive down here." Luke said.

Han waved him off. "That's just your imagination," he reasoned.

You hoped Han was right.

Luke jumped. "Something just moved past my leg," he announced. The growling continued. "Look! Did you see that?" Luke pointed at the murky water. You couldn't see what he pointed at, but Leia looked especially worried now. She started back up the pile of garbage.

"What?" Han yelled. Chewie whimpered and started banging on the door yet again. You all fell quiet. Something was moving through the water. It circled around you, and you inhaled sharply, getting the other's attention.

"Y/N." Luke whispered to you. "Don't move."

You bit your lip, fighting every urge to pull away from the creature. Suddenly, it tightened around your leg causing you to scream and jump away. You landed next to Han who jerked you out of the water. Your attacker screeched in frustration. You looked down at your foot which was now bare. All it had gotten was your boot. Han looked down at your foot.

"Lucky you don't know how to wear armor," he almost laughed. "If you did--"

He was cut short when Luke yelled and disappeared under the water. "Kid!" He yelled and jumped to the spot where Luke had been. Han repeated his name with no answer as he searched the water desperately.

You ran to the water and started sifting your hands through it. A few times, you thought you'd found him but came up with a handful soggy trash. Your heart raced faster every second he was underwater. Running your hand through the water was almost as hopeless as calling him, but you didn't stop.

Behind you you heard something jump out of the water.

"Luke!" Leia yelled. You and Han sloshed over to where Luke was wrestling with the creature that had almost drowned him. It had a slimy tentacle wrapped around his neck and another seemed to be pulling him down.

"Blast it will you? My gun's jammed!" Luke choked.

"Where?" Han asked.

"Anywhere!"

Han fired two blasts into the water then tried helping Luke up. The creature still hadn't let go and you had to help get Luke to safety. Han kept shooting, hoping the lasers were hitting something.

Just as you thought you'd won the fight for Luke, a final tentacled tug dragged him back under. The silence that followed pressed on you. The only thing that disturbed the water now was Han backing away from where Luke had sunk. Helplessness overcame you as you stood frozen in the polluted water.

"Get out of the water." Han told you.

You didn't move. You knew you should listen to him, but your eyes were trained on the spot where Luke disappeared.

"Get out of there!"

You weren't aware of the tentacle wrapped around your waist until you were dragged under the water.

You'd barely gotten a breath in before the foul liquid rushed into your mouth. Panic set air free of your lungs and your chest soon began to hurt. Your eyes stung and you hit debris in the water as you were dragged down. You struggled to break free, but you couldn't land a blow hard enough. You fell limp as you descended. Your lungs screamed, begging for air. You felt the monster release your waist and grab your arm. You didn't have the strength to fight back. Even if Han could kill it, you wouldn't have any air left to make it to the surface.

It jerked your arm again and again. What was it doing? You were aware that you were no longer sinking. The grip on your arm was human. You were slowly rising back up. You tried to kick to help whoever was pulling you, but you could only concentrate on the tight pain in your chest. With one last pull, you broke surface unable to breathe and coughed up water.

"What happened?" You barely heard Leia through your fit of coughing. Luke was being hauled up to safety by Han, choking as much as you were.

"I don't know!" He got out. "It just let go of me and disappeared!" Once Luke was out of the water, Han turned to help you.

A loud crash made you jump.

"I've got a bad feeling about this." Han stated. With Han's help you made it over to where Luke was standing. Luke was still sniffing and coughing. He'd been down there longer than you had. How did he make it?

"Are you going to be alright?" you asked him.

"I think so," He looked at the door where Chewie was standing. "I'll be better if we can get out of here."

You heard the metal walls around you groan. The sound of something powering on provoked the walls to close in on you.

"The walls are moving!" Luke cried.

"Don't just stand there! Try and brace it with something!" Leia commanded. You all started looking around the piles of garbage to find something strong enough. Chewie pushed against the wall. "Help me!" Leia called. Han picked up a long pole she was trying to lift herself, and put it end to end against the walls.

"Wait," Luke said to himself. He pulled a small device from his belt and started yelling into it. "Threepio! Come in Threepio!" You had no idea who Threepio was, or if he could help you, but having false hope in this situation seemed worse than being in it at all.

"Threepio!" Luke repeated. "Where could he be?" As Luke tried to make contact with Threepio, Han was trying to hold the pole which was bending in his hands. He let go of it and ran to Leia.

"Get on top of it!" He instructed. You and Leia started climbing the piles of trash hoping it would buy you more time. "One thing's for sure. We're all going to be a lot thinner," Han commented. Leia slipped and fell back to the bottom of the pile. Han jumped over to help her. "Get on top of it!" He said again.

"I'm trying!" Leia cried.

The walls were close enough now for you to touch both of them at once. Drowning would have been better than being crushed. Luke was trapped between two stacks of garbage and couldn't seem to move. Leia and Han were trying to stay on top of all the trash, and Chewie was trying to push the wall back still. You stood next to Luke trying to dig him out. You lost your balance many times as the junk shifted beneath you.

"Are you there sir?" You heard the voice coming from Luke's hand. He responded immediately.

"Threepio?" he called into the small device.

"We've had some problems--" the voice answered back. Luke cut him off.

"Would you shut up and listen to me?" he yelled. "Shut down all the garbage smashers on the detention level, would ya? Do you copy? Shut down all the garbage smashers on the detention level!"

The garbage around you was pressing you into the wall as the wall pressed you back into the garbage. Long sharp metals were finding their way through the gaps in your armor. Then everything shut down. The still walls aroused hollers and cheers from everybody. Your heart was racing with excitement as you wrapped your arms around Luke's neck and hugged him tight. Luke told Threepio to open the door and you all kissed the disgusting room goodbye.

You were in a yet another small hallway looking out over a landing pad swarmed with troopers. Han came up behind you.

"There she is," he announced. "The fastest ship in the galaxy."

You scanned the area hoping above all hopes that he wasn't talking about the lousy piece of junk sitting in the middle of the bay.

"You came in that?" Leia started. "You're braver than I thought."

Han mimicked a smile. "Nice." He answered, upset at the insult. "Come on."

You followed him, assuming he knew the way. You felt more confident after Luke had showed you how to adjust the armor and fire your blaster. You thought you might make it out alive when you turned the corner to find a large group of stormtroopers walking toward you. Both parties stopped immediately.

"Where are you going?" A trooper in the front questioned. For a second you forgot you were still in the stormtrooper armor. Han looked at you, and you could imagine he was trying to conjure up an excuse. His gaze snapped to your foot which was still bare from the garbage monster's attack.

"We need to get her a new boot. She lost her other one to the trash compacter," He explained. It wasn't a lie, but Han wasn't very good at selling the truth.

The trooper walked closer. "What were you doing around the trash compacter?"

You spoke up before Han ruined your chance to get past. "We were trying to get to the princess and her comrades." You told him. "They were gone before we got there."

"What's your identification number?" You were about to answer with another lie, but Han raised his blaster and shot one of the troopers. The rest of the soldiers, somehow frightened by a man and his Wookiee, retreated down the hall. As Han and Chewie gave chase,  he instructed you to get back to the ship.

"Where are you going? Come back!" Luke called after him.

"He certainly has courage." Leia remarked.

"What good'll it do us if he gets himself killed?" Luke responded still staring down the hall. He nodded in the opposite direction. "Come on." He grabbed your hand and led you and Leia from where Han had disappeared. Gunfire sounded behind you as another squad of troopers fell in pursuit. Luke ran faster, and just barely caught himself from falling off the edge of a missing bridge. You barely pulled him back with Leia's help.

"I think we took a wrong turn," he said. Leia turned around to a panel on the wall and closed the door. She turned to Luke.

"There's no lock!" She exclaimed. Luke shifted over to where Leia was standing on the small ledge and blasted the panel.

"That'll hold them for a while," Luke said hopefully.

"Quick, we've got to find a way across! Find the controls to extend the bridge!" Leia commanded. Your eyes fell to the fried wires that dangled by Luke's side.

"I think I just blasted it," he looked almost embarrassed when he answered.

"They're coming through!" Leia looked around desperately, but you noticed Luke studying the ceiling.

"Y/N, Leia, look on your belts. See if there's, oh, I don't know, like a rope or something!" Luke instructed. Before you could check anything, four stormtroopers fired their guns from another doorway not far off from the one you were trying to get to. Thankfully they had missed every shot (as, you realized, they often did). More desperate than ever to get out, you reached around your belt for rope. You pulled up a gnarled hook which was connected to a stream of thin wire. You nudged Luke.

"Will this do?" You showed him what you had found, and his eye's lit up.

"Leia! See the columns hanging from the ceiling? Latch your grappling hook to one of them and swing across!" Luke yelled. "You too, Y/N. Go!" You swung the hook to the columns Luke had referred to earlier. By the time it had caught Luke was ready to swing across, but Leia was having trouble.

"It's jammed!" She cried. Luke quickly wrapped his arm around her and poised to jump when Leia kissed him on the cheek. "For luck!" She explained simply. With that, the three of you jumped from the ledge.

***

You sat on the floor of the Millennium Falcon now as you recalled your feet dangling over the long drop that you could have faced. You remembered how your arm hurt from having to keep you from that drop. You rested your head on Luke's shoulder, happy that he was sitting with you rather than swinging across a chasm with you.

"And then I got us out of there in this beauty," Han boasted as he gestured to the ship around you. Leia bent forward in her chair.

"Only because Ben Kenobi was willing to risk his life for us," she reminded the cocky pilot. You knew Luke didn't like talking about it even though you were all very grateful to old jedi.

"Or maybe," you said. "It was that good-luck-kiss you gave Luke." You watched Luke blush next to you.

Leia smiled. "If I had known you were in love with Luke then, I would have let you give it to him."

But you hadn't loved him then, and even when you did, you hadn't admitted it to yourself right away. It was something that just snuck up on you one day and wouldn't leave, no matter how much you had tried to shove it under the rug. You were glad you had eventually given up trying.

"Well we're going to need more than a kiss to keep us alive from what we're getting ourselves into," Han said.

"Right," Leia confirmed. "We're going to need teamwork. I don't mean splitting up and hoping both teams stays alive long enough to meet on the other side. I mean really working together."

You all nodded in agreement. Leia, having been satisfied with the response, stood up and left the room. Han and Chewbacca walked off not long after. Luke stood then helped you up as well.

"Leia's right you know. We're a team, you and me. We have been since the day we met, and we've got to stay with each other," he said.

You shrugged. "I don't know," you smirked. "I think a good-luck-kiss could still be in order." He pulled you closer to him.

"Oh, really?" He asked smiling.

"You have to promise not to die," you demanded.

He laughed. "I thought that's why you were giving it to me."

"You still have to promise," you insisted.

"Because I love you, Y/N, I promise I will not leave you," he promised. "Not today, not tomorrow, not until we're both very old and content."

Satisfied with the answer, you kissed him softly.

"I'll stay with you," you assured him. "Because Leia is right. It's teamwork that will keep you safe when you decide to jump across chasms while people are shooting at you."

"Luckily we won't be doing that anymore, so I think I'll settle for kisses," He answered, grinning. He grabbed your hand. "Come on... Let's go join the rest of our team."

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Chapter 5. We have stucky, we have stevesambucky friendship, we have a new place to live and strange being a good guy because tony definitely ranted at him. Also, we're beginning the creepy part of the plot. I have decided that sam will be one of the main platonic characters in this story because I love sam.

fun fact: I used to be a creepypasta writer! Going back to my roots here, hehe.

Things had stated changing, for better or worse, much sooner than I had been prepared for - but was anyone, ever, really ready for the next big step? Certainly not me - the view that greeted me after I'd finished my shift at Jeremy's was peculiar and unexpected, so I froze, eyebrows high at the two super-soldiers parked, once again, illegally, right in front of the entrance door.

"Hi, doll," Bucky was reclined against his boyfriend comfortably, his bike standing a pace behind Steve's, who nodded companionably, a sheepish grin on his face.

"G'day," I nodded, eyeing them warily. "I think I know where this is going..."

"No, no, nothing like that," both men frantically waved their hands around, Steve coming up close to approach me slowly. "You're not in trouble. I came out here to say thanks," giving a sappy look to the grouch that was his boyfriend, Steve reached into his pocket and handed me a slip of paper. "Just, uh..."

"Those are our phone numbers. Don't hesitate to give either one of us a call if someone bothers you," Bucky took over the stammering blonde, shaking his head at the soft blush that blossomed on the good captain's face. The brunette wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders with a shy smile of his own. "Or if you, I don't know, need someone to carry your groceries or something," he snorted. "The punk wouldn't leave it alone until we came out personally to thank you, the sap."

The laughter bubbled up from my chest as I grabbed and pocketed the paper, throughly amused and at the endearing gesture. "Sure, thanks."

"And, uh," Bucky's eyes briefly looked to the side. "We'd appreciate if you keep the status of our relationship to yourself for now. We're not, like, officially out yet."

I froze in place, mouth falling open. Surely they were aware that anybody with a functional pair of eyes could see that they were much more than 'good, lifelong friends'. "No problem, guys. Lemme know if anyone gives you shit about it though, this place," I gestured to the café behind me, "is strictly paparazzi and homophobe-free."

Steve's grin grew even more genuine. "Yeah, we heard all about it from Tony and Stephen. Said 'twas the only place they go these days."

I wasn't aware of that. "It's the paps, isn't it?" I remembered Tony's remarks.

Bucky shook his head, the metals of his prosthetic arm whirring as it recalibrated. "Not only. The public hasn't had the best reaction to a man goin' out with a man," the brunette looked away to the side, where Steve's face had fallen considerably. "And Tony's an eccentric rich man. We're jus' two soldiers. The US Army won't be too happy if we... Came out," both men were crestfallen yet determined.

I had a hunch nothing would be able to separate the two - seeing as not even seventy-odd years and brainwashing and ice couldn't keep the captain and his sarge apart, I doubted that a few government weasels could successfully do the job. Even so, it was unpleasant, to say the least, to see them deny themselves something that technically was perfectly fine in the 21st century.

I chewed on my lip, gathering my wits. "I've clocked out, I can tell you this as a friend- as a person. You don't owe the army jack shit. They do not own you, you are your own person that they experimented their German knockoff steroids on. Respectfully, fuck that shit." I firmly stated my opinion, figuring that there should have been at least someone that told Steve that he is more than his star-spangled uniform and giant metal frisbee.

The blonde scrunched his eyebrows together, fingers gripping onto his belt until the knuckles went white, the hard line of his jaw set firm.

Bucky laugh took me by surprise. "Agreed, doll. I'm too old to be hiding in back alleys and shit," he clapped on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Although I'm happy enough with just not going to prison for bein' in love with this idiot."

"Jerk," Steve's responding pout was downright adorable now that I knew the circumstances surrounding their relationship.

Which wasn't exactly surprising. As a barista, I knew my fair share about my regulars' love lives, their jobs, their kids. The tea was almost always piping hot. "Bye, boys," I smiled at them warmly, throwing a glance at the time, adjusting the strap of my bag for comfort. "Stay outta trouble!"

Steve scrambled for his bike, having noticed my pointed gesture. "Sorry, didn't mean to hold you back. There, I have a spare helmet," he gestured behind him. "I'll give you a ride."

"There's no way in Hell I'm getting on that death trap!" I shouted cheerfully, walking briskly towards my second job, hiding a laugh in the warmth of my scarf as two very offended motorcycle-loving gay fossils sped past me, making truly incredible amounts of noise. Good for them.

Odette was content to let me rummage around the bodega without showing herself more than necessary, taking her appointments and doing- well, witch stuff, I guess, only coming out to poke at the various jars for ingredients.

"Star, I have a proposition for you," right before closing time, Odette's voice filled out the store with its low drawl. "A good friend of mine owns an apartment building, not far from here actually, and one tenant recently moved out. It's a safe space for those who are different," she enunciated the last word, fixing it with a pointed stare. "She's not overly fond of total strangers coming to live there. The rent is reduced and the apartment itself is slightly bigger and more fashionable than yours..."

"Where's the catch?" I found myself interrupting her. I wouldn't lie: the reduced rent and increased size of the apartment did interest me, as well as the probability of a kinder, more involved landlord. My current one was - not the best, but such was life in the NYC.

"There are a few rules to follow, rules that might seem strange at first but they'll make sense in time. And your neighbors might be also a little... Unusual," Odette carefully studied my face for any signs of displeasure.

I sighed.

And then I sighed some more as I was signing my new lease in a few days' time, having spoken with Porter, my new landlord, and his boyfriend who had claws and fangs- after so much time spent around Odette's, I didn't even blink. The couple liked me enough to extend a secure but flexible offer and some furniture to choose from the attic where they kept the spares.

I quite liked the large, vintage couch I placed next to the wide bow windows in the living room. The floors were hardboard and well-kept, the walls a nice, homely shade of green and Porter didn't mind any new holes in them that might arise from hanging up decorations. I scheduled a thrift crawl at the next possible opportunity, happy with the "good employee" bonus Odette had given me after I sealed the deal.

My stuff was boxed up, a sleepless night and a call to a begrudging Jeremy to have a couple of days off to move; I was, thankfully, not late on my schedule and all that I had left was to rent a car to move the boxes of my things and the few pieces of furniture I had decided to keep - my haul in Porter's attic had been incredibly rewarding and my new apartment had all the basics to make it look like a warm, inviting bohemian home in a while.

My phone rang suddenly, startling interruption to the romcom I was watching as I ate my last lunch in my old apartment. "Hello?" I answered the number without looking.

"Hi, doll," Bucky's voice rang out cheerful. "A little witch told me you were moving. I thought you might need a hand?"

I blanked momentarily, the thought of enlisting two very busy super-soldiers to haul ten boxes and two endtables worth of stuff not having crossed my mind at all. "Is this the moment when you stop by my house just to unattach and put your prosthetic arm somewhere and leave?" I asked, hearing distinctive snickering - several more people were with him.

The cheer in his voice blossomed into a full belly laugh. "You're funny," he teased me. "And thanks for the idea. But no, I have a room full of men that have nothing better to do but get on my nerves. Might as well make 'em useful," his accented drawl thickened the more we spoke. Muted cheers rang out in the background.

"Uh, sure," who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I rattled off my address and warned them I didn't have a car, after which Bucky assured me it will be taken care of. The last remaining knick-knacks packed away, I went down to take out the trash, and returned to four people standing in front of my apartment building, all except one unrecognisable in their civilian clothes. "Hello," I waved at them, side-eyeing the tallest, grumpiest man of the bunch.

Stephen Strange was there, looking around curiously, hands in the pockets of his plain grey hoodie. I had already forgotten how normal he looked without his robes, and, frankly speaking, I preferred him like that. His title and the attire that came with it were quite intimidating.

"Hey there," a dark-skinned man who I recognised to be the Falcon, raised his hand. I had not met him yet. "I'm Sam, Sam Wilson. You must be the Star we're helping?" His quick once-over and the tilt to his lips; the ease with which he flirted had me brandishing smirks of my own. I led them all upstairs, Stephen's silence being just so loud. Sam, however, had no such reservations. "So, you're a witch, right?" Wow, subtlety was his middle name.

"Yes, I'll show you my broomstick," I deadpanned, wiggling my eyebrows at him with a grim look.

"Woah woah," Sam raised his hands as the three men behind us snickered loudly. "What happened to 'how are you? let's have dinner sometime'?"

I did my best imitation of an evil cackle as I let them through my front door. The four newcomers looked around my nearly empty apartment with muted interest before zeroing in on the pile of things in the corner: a few pieces of furniture and nearly taped boxes. Should be a walk in the park for four men.

A hand on my arm pulled me from the stupor of observing Sam, Bucky and Steve act like a well-oiled trio, bantering and teasing each other as they discussed how to best move the things.

"Look," Stephen Strange had all the appearance of a chastised puppy. "I wanted to apologize for my behaviour that day. I was out of line," the low notes in his voice made the appearance of the apology being somewhat reluctant. Tony probably put him to it after our little burger run.

Irregardless, I wasn't looking to make any enemies. "Me too, I was under stress - not that I'm using it as an excuse," to give where it's due, I nodded at the sorcerer, immediately awestruck by the easy, boyish smile that stretched on his lips.

"You are strong," he added. "If you would like to learn our ways, we would welcome you." There was a spark in his eyes, something belonging to man that respected and collected knowledge. My own respect for him grew immensely just from that one thing.

"I'll think about it," I offered amicably, however, I still leaned heavily towards a negative answer to that particular proposition. I liked my current way of life.

Strange's grin made a momentary second appearance, until Sam's voice rang loudly: "Fire in the hole, Wizard-man," causing the former to groan loudly and look at me.

"Think about your new place for a second," he spoke, briefly touching out fingertips. As soon as that was over, a golden circle with my new living room on the other side of it appeared quietly, Strange's hands immediately going back into his pockets after that. I sighed and pointed the men into it, stepping in a second after. The sorcerer wasn't far behind. "You could learn that, too, you know," he added wryly, having seen my look of mild envy directed at him.

"I think I'll be good with having the 'pissed off the sorcerer Supreme and lived' pass for now," I retorted with an eyeroll, turning around to stare him down.

He had the decency to look somewhat sheepish, at least. "I'm not like my predecessor," his words were chosen carefully. "And, to be honest, I have no clue as to why your... Boss is so hostile towards me- us," Strange looked around the room before unceremoniously beelining for the couch and plopping down on it.

"Not to be a gossip," I started, slightly intrigued. "But Odette and some lady she called ancient had mad beef," I slipped into casual language easily, trying to recall the details of Odette's, quite often jumbled, stories. "Sounded almost like territorial disputes," I shrugged. "And the apprentices Odette took on before me found themselves in all kinds of compromising situations," I chewed on my lip. "Like the Arctic."

Strange rubbed his face with a noisy groan, large hands doing nothing to mask the resignation and slight embarrassment.

I focused on the thin, red scars on his hands - they had to have been something serious, the way slight tremors betrayed the deteriorating state of the nerves in his fingers. I frowned, quickly averting my gaze before he could catch me ogling him. The fact thag Stephen kept his hands in his pockets or covered by gloves at all times didn't go over my head.

He muttered something to himself, something that sounded like he was often forced to clean up his predecessor's mess. "I see," was the only thing he'd offered me, looking slightly pitiful and apologetic.

"Well," I started, noting the last of my stuff was about to be in its rightful place, "as long as you don't toss me into the ocean, I think we can coexist peacefully."

"Tony would kill me if I'd tried," Stephen groused.

"Probably," I agreed. "Considering the fact he hit on me, for you, it would make one hell of a lover's quarrel," my hand pointed towards the kitchen as Steve and Sam carried in the boxes aptly labeled "kitchen", looking around a place to put them down.

"Tony did what now?" Stephen's tone dropped, a wry smirk decorating his lips as he eyed me through his lashes.

"Don't ask me," I raised my palms, feeling my eyes widen. "He's chaos personified and Satan only knows what he's got on his mind."

That squeezed a laugh out of the tall man, followed by a fond, sappy smile as he looked out of my large, panoramic window, probably thinking of Tony himself. There was no doubt, Stephen Strange was utterly and throughly head over heels in love with Tony Stark. Good for them, good for them.

"A-and that's it," Bucky walked in, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel I'd provided them earlier. "I took some liberties and assembled the furniture, Steve is stacking the dishes as we speak," the brunette noisily plopped down next to me, arm carelessly thrown behind me on the back of the couch.

"Oh, um," I stammered, unused to such random gestures of kindness. "Thanks a lot, you saved me a day's worth of time and a backache," I smiled, scooting over to make some room for Sam.

"No problem, not like we had anything better to do than argue which part of the Lord of the Rings is the best," Wilson rolled his eyes, elbowing Bucky none-too-gently.

Bucky elbowed back, thus starting a horsing war between the two, causing me to scoot closer to Stephen as I attempted to avoid any flailing limbs; the sorcerer and I shared an identical, perplexed sigh as to how two grown men could easily bait each other into such juvenile behaviour.

Whatever. It was kind of endearing.

Steve emerged from the kitchen dusty but smiling, having heard the commotion, and quickly herded his guys into a semblance of decent behaviour before all of three of them left, leaving me and Stephen to go back to my old apartment and give the keys to it to the guard. That was done, too, and a portal from an alley behind my old building straight into my living room had me and Strange awkwardly hovering, saying out goodbyes and waving to each other as the golden circle rapidly shrunk in size and disappeared, golden sparks scattering across my living room carpet for a short second before they fizzled out, too.

I used the brief moment of respite to find the small piece of paper containing the rules Porter had insisted I read and take seriously; figuring it might be a good idea to give them a read before beginning to unpack, I popped open a bottle of soda, holding the itemized list written in neat cursive to my face.

The further I read, the further my eyebrows rose:

"1. Keep your door locked at all times.

2. If a person knocks on your door claiming to be the mail man, do not open the door under any circumstances. You are free to ignore the knocking - it only lasts a minute or so. After the person has left, you may open the door and check for any packages.

3. If Samantha from 3B visits you and asks you to babysit, you may do so at your personal discretion. Her twins are a handful and their daily habits are not for the ones with a weak stomach, however, they mean nothin ill and will not harm you in any way.

4. Do not use the elevator between the hours of 1 and 4 AM.

5. There are no apartments under number "7". If someone claiming to be from those apartments knocks on your door and requests entry, come up with a polite excuse to decline and send me a text message. I will take care of it.

6. There is no garden on the premises of this building. If a man approaches you, claiming to be a gardener, don't interact with him and simply walk away. He will leave you alone.

7. You may meet a girl in a polka-dot dress playing in the hallways or in the stairwell. This is Lucy. Always be polite to Lucy - you won't like what will happen if you're rude to her. She does not talk but she knows limited ASL and may request to visit you. Allow her in ONLY if you have fresh meat in your fridge (beef or mutton, preferably bloody). You might want to avoid seeing her eat, however, it might be very beneficial to make friends with Lucy. She knows a lot of things.

8. If, when taking the stairs, you encounter inconsistent numeration of the floors, such as floor 2 followed by floor 5 and etc, simply walk a flight back. It will sort itself out. The building is old and sometimes it gets confused.

Important notice: these rules apply to your guests as well. Please make sure to introduce and educate them on these matters. We will help as much as we can should a situation arise but ultimately, there are fates far worse than an untimely, however swift, death.

- Porter and Lance."

A slow, creeping dread began to gnaw at my nape, curling on like a cold snake deep in chest. As if laughing at me, the warm, welcoming embrace of the green walls and the toothy, wide smiles my landlords had given me encouraged my recently found sense of adventure, all of it mixing into a cacophony of exhilaration and unease, equally steadily driving my running brain insane.

I sighed again, immediately going to the box containing my altar and the rest of the protective items. So much for peace.

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Weakly, Luke attempted to shift himself further back on the cot, only to let out a pained hiss. The noise finally stirred the Sith Lord into action as he finally strode into the tiny imperial cell. Almost immediately Han moved to block his path "Don't you dare touch h-" he was cut off as he was thrown into the wall of the cell by an invisible force, a groan exited his lips but Vader paid him no mind. Eventually he came to a halt in front of the cot and stared down at the injured Luke. After what seemed like an age, he finally spoke; "Who harmed you young one?"

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Weakly, Luke attempted to shift himself further back on the cot, only to let out a pained hiss. The noise finally stirred the Sith Lord into action as he strode into the tiny Imperial cell.

Almost immediately, Han moved to block his path. "Don't you dare touch h—"

He was cut off as he was thrown into the wall of the cell by an invisible force. A groan exited his lips, but Vader paid him no mind.

Eventually he came to a halt in front of the cot and stared down at the injured Luke. After what seemed like an age, he finally spoke:

"Who harmed you young one?"

“Your men did,” Luke snapped, “when they stalked Han to Tatooine and shot at us there!”

Vader clenched his fists and Han watched him physically restrain himself as he growled out, “They were not supposed to.”

And Han was struck anew by the awkwardness of Vader—the same man who’d stood before him and confessed to a lifetime of mistakes hoping for a son’s absolution and acceptance now stood in front of his true son, with no idea of how to reply. Luke was still clutching his side desperately, tears leaking from his eyes, and it hurt Han to look at, he wanted to go back and shoot those troopers right through their bantha crap helmets before they could take aim at Luke. He wanted to go closer—it was obvious Luke needed someone to hold him, a hand to squeeze in the hopes it would make the pain go away—but when he tried, Vader just shoved him back again.

Han’s head hit the wall, hard; all he heard was Luke’s shout. “Han!”

He forced his eyes open, not liking the dizziness he was feeling suddenly. “…s’alright… sweetheart…” he got out. “I can take him.”

Luke was definitely glaring at him. “You’ve been conscious for ten minutes, stop picking a fight!”

Yes. Yes, Han had only been conscious for ten minutes, because he’d been knocked out by a stun bolt the moment he took a step out of the docking bay and trussed up as bait for Luke to come rescue, and then he’d woken up to his boyfriend in a cell next to him groaning about his wound, and—

Luke didn’t know.

Han hadn’t been able to tell him.

Han needed to—

Luke turned that belligerent glare of his on Vader. “Leave him alone,” Luke snapped.

Vader clearly picked up on something then, stiffening, turning to observe Han and Luke, head tilting this way and back. “What…” He seemed to be struggling for words just as fiercely as his vocoder was struggling to interpret the cadences he was going for. “What is the nature of the relationship between you two?”

Han laughed. “Oh, now you’re interested?”

“Just leave him alone!” Luke said. “What does it matter and what do you care? It’s got nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me, young one—”

Vader stepped forwards, looming, and Han went, “Nope.”

He inserted himself between Luke, still half-hunched over on the bunk, and Mr Tall, Dark and Paternal, doing his best to hold his gaze stubbornly. “Leave Luke alone. I know why you want him and I know that you’re just kriffing things up for yourself!”

“If I wanted your opinion, Solo,” Vader growled, “I would ask for it.” He lifted his hand, clearly about to toss Han into the wall again, when he stopped. His mask was angled down, to where Luke had grabbed Han’s hand, tightly enough it was bruising.

Han set his jaw, raised his eyebrows at Vader, and interlocked their fingers.

Vader said, “I should kill you for this alone, Solo.”

“That’s not very parental of you,” Han shot back. He was pretty sure Luke thought he had a death wish.

“Han…”

“I’ll tell you what, Your Asthmatic Lordliness,” Han said. Luke hiccupped—maybe that was laughter, maybe it was a gasp of fear, Han had no idea. All he knew was that Luke was hurt, shit was about to go down, and the sooner Vader stopped being eerie and cryptic the sooner they could both get Luke to a medbay. “Stand outside the cell. I’ll break the news to him gently. Then you can come in here, be the… role model…” He gave Vader a sceptical look. “…ya always wanted to be, and get this kid to a medbay before his injury gets worse. We got a deal?”

Vader stared at him for a moment, as if he could not imagine someone was that stupid. “I will tell him,” he growled. “I deserve to—and you are lucky I do not behead you where you stand, Solo, particularly considering what you know, and what you have done—”

“What are you going to tell me?” Luke said sharply. “What’s going on? Han—”

“Obi-Wan lied to you, Luke,” Vader boomed.

“Yeah,” Luke snapped back, “I guessed that after what Han said over the comm. What I want to know is what about. What are you—”

“Everything.” Vader folded his arms behind his back and paced the tiny cell. Perhaps it was stress-relieving for him, but Han and Luke just exchanged a look; it was a small enough room that the cape whacked their legs with every turn, and it just felt very threatening. “He is a liar and a traitor—a prime example of why the Jedi were weak and needed to be exterminated. Nothing he said to you can be trusted, particularly not—”

Han leaned into Luke and whispered, “Vader is your dad.”

Vader stopped pacing. Clearly, he’d heard that.

Luke stiffened. The hand that wasn’t grasping Han’s released his side and grabbed Han’s arm, smearing it with blood. “What!?”

“He used to be Anakin Skywalker. He made a lot of mistakes. Gave me a whole sappy speech about it when he thought I was you. He didn’t kill your father; Ben Kenobi lied. He is your father.”

Luke blew his eyes wide.

He stared at Vader. “Is this true!?” To Han, pleading: “Tell me you’re having me on.”

“It is true, Luke,” Vader said. He stepped forwards, reaching out a hand for Luke’s face; Luke watched him warily, like he was ready to bite one of Vader’s fingers off, but he let Vader brush a finger down his face. “Obi-Wan stole you from me. I have been searching for you from the moment I learned your name.”

“I see. And you thought Han was me?” Luke raised an eyebrow.

Han got the sense that if Vader was anyone else (and in a larger room) he would have taken a step back. “I…” he said weakly. “There were holos of the Rebel medal ceremony after Yavin. He… was tall…”

Han looked at Vader—a two-metre-tall monster—and then at his tiny, blond son. He couldn’t quite stifle his guffaw.

Luke just glared. “You’re my father?”

“Yes.”

“You had your men shoot me?”

“They were not supposed to. They will be facing severe consequences for this.”

Luke’s face was beyond confused.

But he said, “Then take me to a medbay. I’m your son. I’m injured—unless you want to keep me trapped in here until I bleed out?”

Vader stood in stunned silence for a moment. Han couldn’t help but feel pettily pleased.

Vader clearly hadn’t planned on Han. He hadn’t planned on Luke being injured. He hadn’t planned on resistance.

Vader was a kriffing idiot. This was his situation—if he wanted to value some dramatic entrance over just shooting first, getting it over with and doing damage control later, Han wasn’t about to stand for that.

Luke needed him here, clearly.

“…yes,” Vader said finally. “I will take you to a medbay, son.”

He put emphasis on the word. As if either of them had forgotten.

Han rolled his eyes, and took Luke’s arm.

“C’mon, kid,” he said. “Let’s get you checked up.”

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Paw prints on the Agent's heart🐾part 6:

A long waited part 6, enjoy guys and again sorry for the long wait. I'm thinking of adding my works on archive and wattpad too. Ah heck, why am I making this a slow burn romance😂

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@retro-aesthe @blackluthxr @samustar @aznblossom @ibe-anne @lezzzbehonesthere

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"Hey sis!" Kara greeted Alex and went to stand next to her.

Alex glanced back at her briefly before looking back into the middle of the room where you and J'onn are sparring.

"Hey Kar."

Kara crossed her arms over her chest and nudged Alex with her shoulder. "I see you love to watch her. Might want to be less subtle or she might start to think you are a creep."

Alex rolled her eyes. "I am not a creep. Nothing wrong with watching people sparring."

"Mhm. Sure, okay."

"I bet J'onn will win." Alex said.

Kara amusedly smiled. "I bet (Y/N) will win."

Alex narrowed her eyes at Kara. "Mhm, if J'onn win you must stop the teasing and then you aren't allowed to eat potstickers for two months."

Kara gave her a offended look. "No fair! Okay if (Y/N) win I get to keep teasing you and you have to buy me potstickers for two months."

Alex thought it over for a moment. "Okay. Deal."

J'onn tried to swing a punch at your head but you blocked with your arms and he took advantage to knock you of your feet with one leg making you fall with a yelp as J'onn tried to hide a tiny smirk as he looked down at you.

"Don't get happy too fast J'onn." You taunted and used your psychokinesis to send him flying back against a wall next to Kara and Alex with a force that made a dent and crack in the wall while you did a quick flip and jump back to your boothed feet.

Alex sparred him a concerned look as he sat up in a daze.

"Oof. I forgot about that power of hers." J'onn shake his head slightly to shake off the daze.

"I'm just gonna stand over here so I don't get hit by flying aliens." Kara joked but went to help J'onn up.

You chuckled to yourself. "You might wanna remember that next time."

J'onn took his place in front of you again and smirked. "I'll be sure to do that."

This time you took the first move and went to use heat vision on him but he side jumped it and used his own heat vision on you that have you staggering back a few feet.

J'onn then used his invisibility to sneak up on you from behind but you easily elbowed him in the face when sensing him nearby, making him become visible again as he clutched at his nose.

"Ouch." J'onn whipped at the tinge of blood from his nose and half busted lip. "I did not expect that. Nice shot."

Alex looked shocked for a moment while Kara only smiled at her cheeckily.

"Rule number one. Don't sneak up on a wolf ever. They'll sense you before you can even do something. Learned that the hard way on Krypton and (Y/N) had to save me then."

"Well I can't wait to hear more stories of you and her on Krypton." Alex said.

"Hey guys! Not sorry to interrupt." A feminine voice halted all talk and movements.

"Lena Boo!" You exclaimed and run over to the female Luthor.

"(Y/N)!" Lena's green eyes lit up, a bright smile tugging at her red painted lips that is complimenting the black suit she is wearing with red heels to match.

You pulled her into a tight hug that she eagerly returns.

"What are you doing here?" You asked after pulling away from the hug.

"Came to check up on my bestie and J'onn called me over. He wants some information on CADMUS." Lena explained, staying close to you and nodding in greeting at Kara, Alex and J'onn.

"Oh okay. I'm glad you are here."

Lena smiled at that. "Glad to be here. And even more glad to see you making new friends." She said while keeping a hand on your exposed arm.

Alex glared at Lena's hand before looking at Kara that elbowed her.

"Jealous?" Kara teased.

"Shut up. I'm not jealous." Alex tried to hide the blush that is sneaking up to her cheecks.

"I don't believe you." Kara continued making Alex glare at her.

"Are you still coming over to my house for dinner and movies tonight?" Lena asked, not paying much attention to the others.

"Sure am. Can't miss out on good food and movies with my bestie."

"Just going over for dinner and movies my ass." Alex grumbels under her breath earning a soft laugh from Kara.

"You are so jealous."

Alex looked back at you and Lena before glaring at Kara once again.

"I said I'm not jealous. They can do whatever they want. And I have no reason to be jealous."

Kara cringe a little at the sharp edge in Alex's voice. "Oh sis. I was just teasing." She said softly.

Alex sighted but gave her sister a tiny smile afterwards. "Let's go show (Y/N) around. J'onn wants to talk with Lena anyways." Alex dragged Kara over to the wolf and Luthor.

"Hey." Alex greeted Lena as Kara waved at her akwardly, saying a soft "Hi."

"Agent Danvers, Supergirl, Hey." Lena greeted them back warmly.

"We'll catch up tonight at my place." Lena said to you after J'onn motioned Lena to follow him.

"Sure thing. See you then." You hugged her bye before turning back to Alex and Kara.

"Can I help you?" You questioned when seeying them just standing akwardly.

"No...actually yes." Kara began. "Do you want to come with me and Alex to Noonan's for lunch?"

You thought it over for a moment before nodding. "Okay, you did promise me some good food when you wanted my help in finding Alex.

"But you have eaten an hour ago Kar." Alex looked at the blonde Kryptonian.

Kara only shrugged. "So what. That was an hour ago. Kryptonian's are always hungry." She reasoned.

"Gotta agree with Kara." You cut in making Alex huff.

"Fine fine, let's go get some food for you hungry Kryptonian's." Alex began walking as you and Kara shot each other a goofy grin before following behind the agent.

When you got outside Alex walked over to her bike with you and Kara following.

"Catch you two at Noonan's." Alex said, getting on her bike.

(😶Man this bike gif of her)

You make and whisteling sound at that. "Oh, I love the view Danvers. Let's try that climbing on-"

Alex sent a glare at you, a tinge of pink dusting her cheeks as she cut you off. "Shut it wolf before I put a muzzle on you."

"Getting kinky now are we Danvers?" You teased, wiggiling an eyebrow at her as Kara stood akwardly next to you, a smile on her face while Alex hid a tiny smirk by putting her helmet on.

"I'm shipping this so much but please don't do the dirty around me." Kara joked shyly.

"Aww, baby Danvers as shy and innocent as ever." You teased the blonde Kryptonian making her blush as she rubbed at her forehead shyly.

"She's not so innocent when under red kryptonite." Alex pipped in before driving off on her bike.

"Hey! I can't help that." Kara blushed a darker shade of red as she watched her sister droved away.

You laughed at Kara's perplexed look, patting her strong built shoulder. "I like that one. She's feisty. And can't wait to hear more stories of you and Alex."

"Let's get going." Kara manage to get out after containing her blush, taking you in a hold and starting to hover in the sky.

"I swear to Rao if you drop me I'll punch you into the sun." You threatened jokingly.

"I won't drop you. Trust me." Kara assured.

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Kara landed with you both in an alley, letting go of you gently.

"That was fun." You said, fixing your wind swept hair as Kara rushed into her normal clothing and glasses.

"I just don't get how Lena can't see right through that descuise. It's so obvious. The glasses don't hide much." You commented as you and Kara walked out of the alley, making your way over to Noonan's, spotting Alex's bike parked near.

Kara slightly shook her head. "I don't know. Other people don't reconize me with it on."

"Maybe they do notice it's you but don't say anything." You countered, making Kara hum.

"Mhm. Guess you got a valid point there." Kara said as you cross the street and leading you into the comforting calm of Noonan's, scanning the place for Alex.

"There she is." You pointed out and walk over to the booth where the agent is sitting and slid into the booth with Kara following behind sortly after, sitting down next to you.

Alex greeted the two of you briefly before flipping through her menu.

You looked at the blonde kryptonian next to you. "Kara, that food ya promised me. What do you suggest?" You asked curiously.

Kara smiled warmly at you before Alex interrupt her.

"Let me guess, you are going to say potstickers?" Alex smiled briefly at her sister.

A light pink dusted Kara's cheeks. "Yep. They are just so good." Kara defend as you watch the two with a ghost of a smile.

"I still don't know why you like them so much."

You let out a chuckel at that. "Don't even try to change her fav food. She's still stuborn just like she was back on Krypton when we were little."

Alex gave a ghost of a smile."Trust me, I know how stuborn she can be."

Kara gasp in fake shock.

"I'm not stuborn!" Kara exclaimed and playfully swat at Alex who were smirking at her as you watched the two sisters, glad that Kara have Alex in her life.

Kara quickly placed the order for potstickers when the waiter came to the table you and the Danvers sibling are sitting at.

"Hey (Y/N), remember that time we almost got kidnapped by those blue aliens when we snucked into the meeting my mom and dad had with their leader?" You couldn't help but smile at that.

"I remember that all too well. Both of our parents were absolutely livid when they managed to save us on time. Geez that day I thought for sure your father would chuck us both into the sun by how angry he was." You and Kara began to laugh as Alex raised her eyebrow at the two of you.

"Well you make it sound like you both got and caused a lot of trouble together back on Krypton. Should I be worried for anymore trouble?" Alex said amusedly, taking a sip of her coffee that was ordered by her.

Kara pushed up her glasses and tried to hide a blush. "Naw believe me, that wasn't even a patch against all the other trouble we stirred." You nudged Kara and the blonde gave you a bright smile.

"And the amounts of times aunt Astra joined in on us pulling pranks on my mother and father and other visit aliens. Father wasn't too amused but was secretly glad that aunt Astra kept us safe...well safe most of the times back when she wasn't a complete nutcase." Kara added and you hummed in agreement.

"And remember that time I stole that huge red aliens thingys sword. He was ready to kill us both until your aunt showed up. His paled face was priceless when she threatened him and your father grounded us for weeks." You looked at Kara. "And I still have that sword in my apartment somewhere."

"What? No way?! You gotta show me then. That sword is epic." Kara exlaimed.

Alex raised another eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she swooped some potstickers once it was set on the table by the waiter, waiting until he left.l before saying.

"Oh now we have a sword stealing Kryptonian too? Now I wonder how your parents putted up with the two of you." Alex joked while Kara smiled again at her.

"Oh maybe I should talk about the punk pace you went through in highschool." Kara smirked before putting a potsticker in her mouth as Alex glared at her, a light pink dusting her cheeks.

"Cool, tell me Kar." You sneaked a glance at Alex, thinking that the tiny blush on her cheeks make her look adorable.

"No! Don't talk about that. That was years ago and embarrassing." Alex tried to stop her sister but alas Kara just went on and told the whole story as Alex tried to hide in embarrassment.

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Hey guys! I'm sorry for not updating in a long long time. I just thought I'd post this part for ya guys for reading and please excuse the many typos and spelling, I haven't read through this yet because I'm going away on a long vacation and I'm getting everything ready. Not sure when I'll start with a part 7 but I really hope you guys enjoy this part.