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can-youimagine · 4 years

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Bracelet (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

Requested by @irenne-stans: I’d like to request a Diego Hargreeves x reader Set in season 2 the reader is close friends w/ the academy (especially Diego) and gets sucked into 1963.when the reader first sees Lila very close w/ Diego her first instinct is to fight and Lila would say like “he’s clearly over you is even made me a bracelet” the reader responds w/ “shitty bracelet he made me his girlfriend” or something like that oh and the reader wins the fight or Diego pulls the reader off Lila. while the others just watch

TW: season 2 spoilers (but you read the request), feminine reader, swearing, hella canon-divergence, poorly written fight scene, wound description

Word Count: 2,333

A/N: I started writing and realized I changed the request a bit (I have horrible reading comprehension), sorry!

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It wasn’t like Diego to be this clingy. Ever since his father’s death, he started spending every moment he could with you. You chalked it up to be some sort of existential crisis, especially when he asked, “What would you do if you knew the world was ending in less than a week?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I don’t know. I guess I wouldn’t do anything differently.”

“The whole world is ending, and you aren’t going to do anything different,” he asked in disbelief.

“Fine, I’ll play your game. I’d spend more time with you.” You punctuated your sentence with a quick kiss. ”Now, shh. This is my favorite part.” You settled back into his chest and turned your attention back to the screen.

“I’ll spend more time with you, too,” he whispered into your hair.

He kept to his promise, going so far as to drag you with him into a portal to God knows where with much protest from his siblings. The last thing you remember before crashing to the ground was Diego telling you he loved you.

Now, you sit on a rather stiff couch, while the man who graciously let you live with him. He goes on and on about a secret alien race, ‘just like you’. You nod. It was easier to tell him what he wanted to hear than to try to do anything about it.

Luckily, Five showed up not too long after you. He explained everything, from the last apocalypse to this one. While he went off to find his siblings, he left you to listen to one of Elliott’s crazy rants.

“I got an update on another one of them. Escaped from the mental hospital,” Elliott says, as he tosses the newspaper in your direction. “Know him?”

You gasp when you see the picture. “Diego.” Your voice is barely more than a whisper.

“You know him,” Elliott presses. “He’s like you.”

You ignore him. Diego is here. He’s alive, and he’s here. His hair is much longer than it was, but he still looked exactly the same. “Oh, God. I have to find him.” You threw the paper back to Elliott before grabbing your shoes. “How far away should he be?”

He doesn’t have time to answer before you are out the door. “My God, Diego. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” you wonder, heading down the street. You don’t have much time to wonder before you see him sitting in a definitely stolen car. You shout his name, causing him to turn to you. As soon as he sees you, he clambers out of the car.

“(Y/N)!” The joy on his face is unmistakable. Though, you don’t get to see it for long, as he immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close to you as he can, before kissing you. When he pulls away, he holds your face in his hands. “You’re here.”

That’s all it takes for you to start crying. Every emotion the two of you have felt since arriving comes pouring out of you. He gently brushes away your tears, ignoring his own. You almost forgot how good it feels to be in his arms, to just be with him.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to stay there for long. A woman, who you hadn’t noticed in the car earlier, clears her throat. “Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

“Fuck off,” Diego groans.

“You’re no fun,” she pouts.

Diego rolls his eyes. “Killed the mood, didn’t she?”

You chuckle. “A little, but God, is it good to see you again.” You look passed him to the girl in the car. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Oh, so you’re (Y/N). I was starting to think he truly was insane.”

You give Diego an inquisitive look, which he dismisses. “I was in there for a while. I could only think about you. Where were you?”

You explain where you were and everything that Five had told you, to which Diego can only respond with, “Again?”

“Looks like you gotta be a hero again.”

“So you’re where he gets it from?” the woman interjects.

Diego closes his eyes. It takes all of his self-control not to snap. “Lila-” Luckily for her, Five manages to find you before he has a chance to finish his sentence.

“See you’re pulling your weight around here, (Y/N).” He turns his attention to his brother, “And you are making my life incredibly difficult. Now let’s get you inside before someone sees you.” He turns on his heel and heads back toward Elliott’s.

“Ooh! I’m coming, too!” Lila says, hopping out of the car. Before anyone has a chance to stop her, she bounds up the steps. “Well, you comin’?”

You shrug and lead Diego into the building, but not before stealing another kiss. By the time you get in, Elliott is screaming at Five about the film he asked him to about earlier. Five, rather uninterested in the whole conversation, allows Lila to knock Elliott out before instructing you to tie him up while Five sets up the projector to watch the “Frankel Footage”.

You and Diego are too wrapped up in, well, each other to pay attention to the film. However, when you hear the gunshot, you both turn your attention to the screen.

“Is the guy with the umbrella…” you trail off, uncertain of if you really want to accuse your boyfriend’s father of murder.

“Dad,” Five and Diego say in unison.

“What the hell was that?” Lila asks, backing away. “What the hell was that?”

None of you know how to explain what happened. When you don’t answer immediately, she rushes off to hide in the makeshift darkroom.

“I’ll go calm her down,” Diego says.

“(Y/N), help me find Dad,” Five commands.

“We’re just gonna leave him?” You point to Elliot.

“We’ll just be in the next room.”

You nod and grab the phonebook. You flip through the ‘H’s. “No Hargreeves. Any other suggestions?”

“D.S. Manufacturing.” He moves to look over your shoulder. “There it is! Diego and I are going to see if we can get anything out of him. You need to stay here either to calm down Elliott or Lila. I’m not sure who needs your help more.”

You nod. “Be careful.”

“I will be. You may want to tell your boyfriend that.”

“I will.” You walk over to the closet. “D, we found him.”

“I’ve got to go, Lila. Family thing,” he explains to her before turning his attention back to you. “She’s starting to get some of it. Just keep her sane.”

“I will. You be careful.”

He rolls his eyes. “I always am.”

“Yeah. It’s not like I’ve ever had to stitch you back together right before I go to work.”

He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll be careful. Promise.” He holds his pinkie out, something the two of you started doing early in your relationship.

You lock yours with his. “I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t. You’re stuck with me.”

“Good. Now, go, be a hero.”

He kisses you again before heading out the door.

Once he leaves, you tell Lila that you are going to make something to eat since she probably hasn’t had anything. She just nods, obviously uncomfortable with you. Eventually, hunger wins, and she comes into the kitchen with you.

“Y’know,” she says between mouthfuls of pancakes, “I thought that that man was insane -- daddy issues and all that -- but now,” the rest of her sentence is drowned out by the food. “So, what’ the deal with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“He just kept telling anyone who would listen about how great you are, how much he missed you, all that shit. So, what’s so great about you?”

You grip your glass a little tighter and plaster a smile onto your face. “I-”

“Not that it matters. You never bothered to look for him.” You try not to let her get to you. You try to be the bigger person, but as soon as she says, “Besides, we were basically a thing at the hospital. Why else would he take me with him? He even made me this bracelet.” She waves her wrist adorned with a string of beads in front of your face.

“Quite a shitty bracelet,” you respond, taking her empty plate from her. Once you turn around, you mutter, “He made me his girlfriend.”

“Oh yeah. Seems to be working well for you. You couldn’t even be bothered to-” Something takes control over you. You slap her as if on instinct. Surprisingly, she seems rather unphased, coming back at you twice as hard. You try everything Diego taught you, but it doesn’t seem to be enough. It’s almost like she grew up in a bootcamp.

Just as she moves to hit you again, the door opens, and Five whistles. “As wonderful as it is to see you two bonding, your boyfriend needs some help.”

She hits you one last time before running down the stairs. You follow her to a horribly wounded, but conscious, Diego.

“Fuck,” you both say.

“I’m fine,” Diego says.

You roll your eyes. “Stand straight.”

He tries but fails. “Fine. Patch me up, Doc.”

You take his shirt off and lead him to the couch. You inspect the wound, which doesn’t seem to be too serious.

“I need disinfectant, bandages, some clean cloths, water, and some sort of painkiller,” you instruct. Lila and Five get to work gathering what you need, while you stay with Diego.

“Seems like I should have warned you to be careful,” he jests.

“I’m not the one bleeding out on a stranger’s couch,” you counter.

“You were the one almost pushed over a banister.”

You keep your eyes trained on his stomach, looking for any other scratches.

“You gonna tell me what happened?”

“It was nothing. I was being stupid.”

“No shit.” He laughs bitterly. “You can either tell me now, or I’ll ask her.”

“All out of painkillers,” Five interrupts, “but I’ve got everything else. Lila is untying Elliott.”

You thank him before telling him to go supervise her. Once he leaves, you get to work and hope that Diego has forgotten about the fight.

“You’re really not going to tell me?” he finally asks once you’ve cleaned most of the blood.

“You’re going to laugh.” You put some rubbing alcohol on the wound, causing him to hiss.

“I’m not much of a laugher.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. I was jealous.”

As if to prove you right, he laughs. After an unamused look from you, he stops. “Sorry, but why? You know I love you.”

“I know.” You throw the cloth onto the couch. “I know. She was just talking about being with you and the bracelet and-”

“(Y/N), that bracelet is shit!”

“I know! I just -- I guess I just thought -- I thought I lost you, and the thought of you having this life that I couldn’t be a part of killed me. I know it’s stupid and selfish, but I just didn’t want you to have moved on so fast.” You didn’t realize you were crying until you feel Diego wipe away a tear.

“I will never move on from you. I love you, (Y/N), and I will make you a million bracelets to show you that. You have nothing to worry about.” He kisses you gently, ignoring the pain in his side. “I love you, and if we were back home, at our home, I’d show you.” You smile slightly. “Thatta girl. I told you, you’re stuck with me.”

“Good.”

You finish patching him up in silence. He has quite a few bruises that will still be there for a while, but there’s not much you can do about them. Since he doesn’t feel up to walking upstairs, the two of you stay on the couch. With Diego next to you, you sleep soundly for the first time since you came here, but he can’t stop his mind from reeling.

He feels horrible about everything that happened. He just wishes that he could have been there as soon as you first became jealous to hold you and tell you that you had absolutely nothing to worry about. He can’t stop thinking about the bracelet. You both know that the bracelet is the least of your worries, but something about it keeps eating at him. He suddenly gets an idea.

He climbs off of the couch, careful not to wake you, and moves over to the pile of cloth. He digs through the pile, looking for some sliver of white fabric in the pile, but he comes up empty. Instead, he grabs one and washes it until the water runs clear. He rips it into three small strips and begins braiding it the way he’s seen you and his sisters do a million times. When it somewhat resembles a bracelet, he ties it around your wrist, cutting it so that it fits perfectly.

When he tries to lay back down next to you, his elbow knocks against you, causing you to wake up. “Diego?”

“Yes, doll?”

“What’re you doing up?”

“I wanted to make up for earlier.”

“Diego-” You move your hand up to rest on his cheek, but you stop when you see the cloth. “What’s this?”

“I thought you deserved your own bracelet. This one is a bit more personal, though, not some mandatory arts and crafts project.”

You examine it. It’s lumpy and poorly braided and a rather ugly bronze color. “Where did you get this?”

“Before you freak out, I cleaned it.”

“You got it from that pile, didn’t you?”

He nods sheepishly, feeling rather foolish for thinking that you would like a blood-colored bracelet. “I’m sor-”

“I love it, and I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You curl back into him, laying the arm with the bracelet on his chest where you can both see it.

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #tua imagine #tua x reader #tua spoilers #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy imagine

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akookminsupporter · 3 years

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Too obvious anon is too funny to me. Like you can’t both say they’re too obvious to be real and then turn around and use the fact that they don’t pick each other to share a room as proof they’re not real. That logic doesn’t work. (Also, that BV4 scene also has JK hovering like a lost puppy and J-Hope calling Tae JK because that where his mind went. 🤷‍♀️)

They are also filmed in their bedrooms. The only season they did share a room we never saw a second of that footage. And, I don’t know, there is a difference in being filmed sharing a bed with a friend compared to sharing a bed with a partner even if it’s completely innocent.

The thing is that a bond like jikook’s is almost impossible to hide. They naturally gravitate towards each other, they check in with each other constantly, they have encyclopedic knowledge of each other, they make each other laugh. Trying to hide or completely suppress that would just make them miserable and that’s in no one’s best interest. But what you can do when it gets too intense is to turn it into a ha ha joke: Are you guys dating? ha ha ha.

Are they really too obvious though? To fans who watch all their content, maybe. To the general public, I don’t think so. Jikook wild out in a lot of content but so does a lot of other pairings. To realize how different Jikook are you have to watch a lot of content and you have to pay attention to nuance. (Also BTS doesn’t even have stakes in the homoeroticism race compared to many other K Pop groups. They’re way too fully clothed and “innocent”. If you want to know what it could look like watch the teaser OnlyOneOf released the other day.)

Also you have to take into consideration the simple fact that at this point Jikook can (and have done) a lot of couply things and it gets dismissed as fanservice by the fandom and flies completely under the radar for the general public. Outside fandom perspective it’s not strange for two people in the same band to hang out. It’s only dynamite to the fandom because none of the others do in the same way.

This brings me to the last point: why have vmin who are “soulmates” or any of the other close pairs in BTS rarely or never been “caught” hanging out outside work? The simple answer is this: they don’t or when they do, they don’t do normal things in public. BTS work a LOT. They see each other A LOT. They’ve lived together for years. They don’t actually need to hang out when they’re not working. They reserve that time for outside friends and family. (They’ve told us this with their own mouths. The only ones who hung out on vacation was 3J.)

So why have Jikook hung out outside work then? Because they want to. They see each other all the time but they are close enough to also want to see each other outside a work setting. It really is as simple as that.

Anon, if they are indeed a couple they most likely will never be able to come out or at least not for many many years. Maybe they just want to live as close to their truth as they can without ever fully crossing the line of plausible deniability. It’s the one thing they can do.

Several points were made.

#anon #ask #jikook #kookmin

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jordm · 2 years

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Heartland S15 E10 - Leaving a Legacy

Hi!

It’s been a busy month or so, so I haven’t really been watching the episodes on time - more like the saturday before the new ep hence the lack of recaps but I figured i’d do one last general recap for the season as a whole/this particular episode.

Let’s start with Amy - she gets a letter from Lily with a cheque for “alot of money”. The decision she made to invest in the centre, a centre that Clint will be overseeing (yay more clint!) and can help more teens like Ty to continue his “legacy” was the best move (of course after putting away enough for Lyndy’s future - hopefully she invests it and doesn’t leave it in a chequing account!). And not just because this means we get to see more of Logan in future seasons. it is also a good opportunity for Amy to spread her wings, get out from the fam home and meet new clients.

I’ve really enjoyed Logan’s season arc. Kind of reminds me of Ty’s but more condensed which is always a nice change. With Amy and Clint by his side, helping to nurture him into a brighter future and helping him hone is skills, he is sure to grow into a better person.

After hemming and hawing, Lou FINALLY FINALLY (with the help of Rick), admitted her feelings and her and Peter got back together. She accepted that it won’t be perfect, and that they will continue living separate (for now I assume, with lots more visits) and honestly? I do think they work better when they have the space to do their own shit but also can visit more often. Maybe in the future they’ll decide to move in together, move closer .... etc but for now I think they reached a good arrangement. I’m glad Katie approves since shes the one living at home but I did find it kind of funny that they were then going to take a family trip to Florida to tell Georgie in person.

Speaking of Georgie, she was largely absent and I didn’t miss her. Like i said earlier, if Alisha wants less time for the show, that’s fine. I do wish that they included some facetime footage, or some video footage of the family watching her races on tv (like they did for Lisa), just so we feel like the family still remembers Georgie is apart of the family (bc ya know i kind of forgot).

And At the end of the episode, i wish we saw a montage of peter/katie/lou in florida telling georgie (even if its as simple as like a 5 second scene of them as a family sitting down)

LISA! LISA! we saw so much Lisa this episode - im so glad we got to see her work and her interact with the family more. If the price to pay for less georgie was more Lisa, i’ll take it. i love that the entire family was there for her when she needed it (for a second i thought amy would take over as jockie-ing haha). I would definitely love to see more Lisa storylines in the future.

Tim and Jessica with her health scare gave me vibes of Jack and Lisa. I’m glad it turned out to be insignificant and I do like them as a couple. I however, also think they should move out of the loft, let Lyndy/Amy move there and get her own place (ya know like her NYC loft), however logistically i do get why having everyone under the same roof for filming makes sense. ALSO THE LOFT SHOULD GET A DAMN DOOR.

If there is a S16, my hope is that:

- Alisha comes back (even if its only for 1-2 episodes or facetime). Or if she isn’t coming back, more of an explanation as to why she’s gone. What has she been up to? How is her training going? Is she still with whats his face Jordan Burtchett’s character? (i forgot his name okay)

- a few episodes with side characters getting a story B about their own personal lives - and not in relation to other Fleming-bartletts. for example, caleb only getting a story because it relates to Tim/Amy. I want to hear about his life with Cass/his son, stories about Scott’s life as it is now

- IF ALISHA doesn’t want to come to CGY to film, then lets film something in vancouver (where she lives) and show footage of her visiting peter. Michelle morgan also lives in vancouver, so even if its stock footage, lets see the 4 of them hanging out in vancouver and that way they (the actors) could stay close to home

- For amy to grow more professionally and for her to get some female friends (or friends other than caleb/sam)

- More Lyndy footage! And Rick!

Overall, I enjoyed this season! I even think i enjoyed it more than last season, so fingers crossed for a season 16!

#heartland #leavingalegacy #recap

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cordonian-literature · 3 years

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Forever Mine

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❦ summary — The time for Princess Riley to step into her role as queen fast approaches and finding the future king is Cordonia’s top priority. Commander Liam is aware of that, and plans to make sure the Princess ends up with someone suitable.

➺ a/n: so i got this idea for an evil-Liam fic, where the roles between him and Riley are switched, but they don’t meet the same way & nothing besides the Social Season is similar to things that happen in canon. basically, Liam is one of the higher-ups in Cordonia’s military (i don’t know much about militaries in a monarchy, so bear with me and keep in mind this is fiction) and yeah, it all just goes from there :) this might end up being a mess, but I hope you all enjoy it!

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Liam remembers his first audience with the royal family. He had become a General just a few weeks prior. The air had been tense, and the silence almost gave him a headache. The king had invited him to dinner with his family a week before — as Constantine’s declarations of war became more frequent, Liam’s superiors had confidently brought him to the table. The King was a witness to the crazy strategist who was willing to gamble everything on a whim. The king almost dismissed him from his presence, but again, the young General’s superiors were frighteningly confident with him.

At the dinner, Princess Riley had quickly glanced between her father and her brother. Liam had heard that Prince Leo had come to the dinner reluctantly. Tired of the silence and aware that he had to impress the king, Liam effortlessly picked up a conversation with the young princess. The life in her eyes enraptured Liam. He had never been a lover of music, but her voice was a melody that only a goddess could create, and he wanted to listen to it nonstop.

But he told himself to not let his gaze linger on her for long. For one, he was there for the king, not the childish princess. The entire nation knew she was sheltered and unwise in the ways of governing. Many people spoke of her recklessness as well.

Secondly, Liam knew the impression he made tonight could mean another promotion: in the past few days, the king had summoned Liam instead of the Commander that he had relied on most of his reign. Liam was not going to jeopardize this opportunity.

And lastly, the difference between their statuses was too large for Liam to dream of any possibilities. No matter how hard he worked, in the eyes of society, he would never be good enough for her. More than that, they were from different worlds. She was expected to marry a well-known noble from one of the Great Houses, or perhaps her hand in marriage would be used as a peace treaty.

So Liam turned his attention to His Majesty, and soon had Leo engaged in the conversation, too. He would accidentally glance in the princess’s direction a few times, and his heart would jump when he noticed her intense gaze on him.

After that evening, Prince Leo always spoke comfortably with Liam, relying on him before having audiences with Constantine, and even inviting Liam out for an occasional drink.

The next time he saw the princess was when he bumped into her and her childhood friends, Duchess Olivia of Lythikos and Drake the commoner. Riley had introduced Liam with words sweeter than candy, and he felt he would have died happy had those been the last words he heard.

Liam and Drake already knew each other through Leo. Drake gave him a friendly pat on the back. Though the Duchess was polite, she had an edge to her tone. Riley asked if Liam would join them for dinner again. He was obligated to comply, but he wouldn’t have denied her for the world.

He slowly became close friends with Leo, Riley, and most of the people within their circle. He was only a bit older than them, but they shared common interests. Liam had never prioritized making or having friends, but not only was this group pleasantly sociable, but it also helped his public image. He maintained his focus on his duties as General, though, and always remembered to keep a distance from Riley. Though his heart longed for her love and attention, Liam had to convince himself that he was fine with a merely platonic relationship.

Weeks later, when Prince Leo abdicated, Liam had been the one to hear Constantine curse his son while Leo packed his bags on the other side of the palace. Liam had seen the panic in Riley’s eyes. Liam had been the one to calm her, to tell her she would be the perfect queen, and he even offered to guide her through everything she was going to have to learn.

Leo had believed that Liam sympathized with him, so the Prince had ranted about his father endlessly the night he left. Leo made Liam follow him out of the front door, and made him promise to watch after his sister.

“Make sure she doesn’t get into trouble,” he had said with a smile. Liam knew that even though Leo had made such a request, he still had to keep his distance from her. “I wish I could stay and help her with the transition, but you know I just can’t be here.”

“Of course,” Liam had stated, though he’d never be able to understand why a man would abandon his duty to his nation. Leo was also putting Riley in pain. He was going to leave her alone. Who could have the heart to leave such a precious soul? “We’ll all be here when you visit.”

Leo had given Liam and brotherly hug, then got into a car and drove away.

In the coming weeks, Riley had begun to see Liam as a useful source of knowledge and kept the young General on her side, even when the king demanded his presence. Liam taught her whatever she wished to know, and found her far more intelligent than people gave her credit for. Her presence was always a sweet blessing: her smile was enchanting, her focus never faltered from him, she was more optimistic and kind than anyone he had met.

She never failed to make him happy and was always ready to cheer him up when a meeting with her father hadn’t gone as planned. He loved her, and he wanted her to love him.

Becoming Commander had pushed Liam away from Riley further — it upset her, saying that she detested being pushed away from a close friend, and she constantly requested his presence during their free time. Even though most of his time was spent with the king or other advisors discussion Cordonian issues, he was eager to clear his schedule for her.

Liam joined the royal family for dinner almost every night, and he was practically living in the palace. He had noticed that the princess was making herself scarce after meals. This behavior of hers had lasted barely a week before Liam decided to investigate, Leo’s request to keep an eye on her echoing through his mind.

Through the window, he sees her going into the garden. Liam found himself racing down the staircase and following in her direction.

Liam knew to stop when he heard a rough voice call out to her. “I’ve been waiting for you,” an unknown man says.

The princess laughs, a sound which draws Liam to her, but he maintains a distance and hides himself from their view. He can’t hear what they say, but after a while the man walks away from the garden, passing by Liam’s hiding place. Formal clothing. A noble, Liam realizes. But who could it have been?

He waits for an appropriate amount of time to pass before he comes out of his hiding place.

“Riley?” he calls out to her. She always insisted the Commander call her by her first name.

“Liam!” Her face lights up when she sees him. She pats the stone bench next to her, signaling him to sit. Though it would be improper, Liam knew that Riley wouldn’t stop insisting, and he hated to see her upset.

“I’ve seen you come here often lately,” Liam says. He expects some kind of reaction from her, but she only smiles.

“I like to think of my mother when I come here,” she states. “I’ve been thinking of her often as of late.”

“May I ask why?”

She doesn’t hesitate to continue on, and Liam’s heart swells at how comfortable she is around him. “I wish she would give me some advice about becoming queen.” After a pause, she continues, “But also...”

When she doesn’t continue, Liam prompts, “Also?”

A gentle frown comes across her face. She lowers her voice. “There’s... this noble. From one of the lower houses. I... I think...”

Another pause. Liam knows who she’s talking about. Is she in love with him? he wonders. What other reason would there be for her to mention him?

“Your Social Season is about to begin soon,” Liam reminds her, partly hoping that would convince her to forget about that man.

“Yes, but... say he was one of the contenders. Do you think maybe...” Her voice was as hopeful as a child’s.

Liam stands from his seat next to her. He reaches for her delicate hands and raises it to his lips. “If he is worthy enough, then of course.”

He leaves her in the garden and goes back to the palace. He knew that whoever that lesser noble was, he was in no shape or form worthy enough for his darling.

Days before, Constantine had taken Liam’s advice when the king approached him and wondered if it was time to start his daughter’s Social Season. The only reason Liam agreed was because he knew he was in the perfect position to influence which man she would marry. Even if Riley felt that she was the one in control of her Social Season, she would be wrong; Liam was the one who knew who was good enough for her, and he planned to implement that knowledge during the season.

Liam thinks to himself for a while, and estimates that he can have that man gone by morning. Perhaps sooner, if he didn’t show up to dinner with his Majesty.

Security footage provided Liam with the rooms he was occupying. He asked some servants for his name. After some research about the man and his reputation — something the princess clearly didn’t know about — Liam drafted a straightforward letter and had two of his inferiors deliver it, who were tasked with escorting him out of the palace.

The next morning he found Riley crying in her quarters, a wrinkled letter in her hands. Liam’s heart gave a jolt, and he wondered if she had found Liam’s threatening letter. But as he entered her room, he saw that it was a different one. He wrote to tell her goodbye. He’s gone, Liam thinks to himself.

He takes a seat next to her on the edge of her bed, Drake on the other side of her. Riley doesn’t hesitate to lean her head against Liam’s shoulder, and Drake goes to close the door.

Once her crying slows down, Liam retrieves something from his back pocket, convinced it would make her feel better. He had been holding back his feelings, afraid that he would draw her away, but Liam still wanted to give her a token of his affection.

A necklace. Immediately her tears subside. She turns her back to him, asking if he would help her put it on.

Liam stops himself from caressing the smooth skin on the back of her neck, aware that Drake was still in the room.

She walks towards her mirror and examines her new piece of jewelry. Liam stands behind her, and she gazes at him through the mirror. They make eye contact and, she quickly averts her eyes and blushes.

The door opens. Riley’s handmaid, Maria, rushes towards her. Noticing tear stains on Riley’s face, the woman grabs a tissue.

“The Masquerade Ball beings in a few hours,” Maria tells her. “It’d be best if we start getting ready.”

“Of course,” Riley says. As Liam and Drake walk out the door, she offers the men a smile.

“I feel like Constantine’s rushing the Social Season” Drake says to Liam when they leave her room. “Leo’s didn’t happen this quickly.”

“The King has his reasons,” Liam says, though he doesn’t know what they are. Maybe he’d ask His Majesty about it later.

“Hm.” Drake gives Liam a pat on the back before walking off. Liam continues on his path towards the king’s office, itching to see the guest list and who exactly Riley’s suitors would be.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What A Time To Be Alive

Diego Hargreeves x reader Season 1

Chapter 3- Extra Ordinary

*We gots some smut, and violence but not related to the smut

Summary: A surprise visit from Luther yesterday, and what’s this. Another shooting. Your back at the Academy with Diego, and things get dangerous.

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You drive Diego to the clothing store where a shooting had just taken place. He gets out and swiftly walks towards the side entrance and then out of sight. You get out yourself, leaning against the front door of the car. Not interested in the slightest at what kind of crazy activities had just happened inside.

So you watch the flashing blue and red lights, and listen to the snippets of conversation coming from the other police officers and investigators. Catching some pieces of dialogue here and there. No dead bodies. No surveillance footage. Two people fled the scene wearing Halloween masks, and that's it.

As your thoughts are racing you suddenly wonder about the whereabouts of Five and the others. Especially Five, he just gets shat out of the sky and that's it? Everything goes back to normal? And now there's been random shootings in two different places all within less then twenty-four hours of each other. Doubting in the wild possibility that's it's connected, you shrug, chuckling to yourself at the crazy idea. But still you're not so sure.

——

After an interesting last night learning more about the odd shooting, Diego going on and on about it, and then you finding a fun and creative way getting him to shut up. It appears Allison and Luther have found some fascinating evidence regarding the death of Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

Evidently leading to yet another Hargreeves family meeting. So now here you are, standing in the main living room with the others all gathered around a small tv, watching surveillance footage of Reginald's death. You know the usual, totally normal stuff everyday people do.

"I mean, do you really think Mom would hurt Dad?" Wonders Vanya aloud, the same thoughts running through mostly everyone else's heads from what you've just seen on tue footage.

"You haven't been home in a long time, Vanya. Maybe you don't know Grace anymore." Grumbles Luther.

"Yeah, like any of us have. How greatly could she have changed in the past 13 or so years?" You state honestly, trying to come to Vanya's defense. He is making records this week, jumping to all these conclusions. Luther gives you a look before he decides against arguing with you, turning back to the footage once again.

"If it was poisoned, it would have shown up in the coroner's report." Diego adds, looking to Luther's puzzled face.

"Well, I don't need a report to tell me what I can see with my own eyes." He sasses back, convinced about what he's witnessed.

"Maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your vision." Diego then goes to flick the tv button, "Look closer. Dad has his monocle. Mom stands up. Monocle's gone."

Klaus laughs in amusement at Diego's correct observation, "Oh, yeah."

"She wasn't poisoning him. She was....taking it. To clean it." He states, matter-of-factly, walking over to you who's leaning against the back of the couch.

Luther's brow furrows yet again, "Then where is it? No, I've searched the house, including all her things. She doesn't have it."

Diego looks down, fiddling with his dagger, "That's because I took it from her. After the funeral." He mutters. The rest of them stare on in bewildered confusion, wondering why in the world he would do that.

"You've had the monocle this whole time? What the hell, Diego?" Snaps Allison, her face twisted in frustration at what Diego had done.

Luther reaches his hand out, "Give it to me." He demands, Diego just looks down.

"He threw it away." You conclude, still unsure why he dropped it in the water. Luther's face scrunches up in astonishment, dumbfounded as to how you know this and why Diego would do that.

"Y/N, how do you?....Wait you what?" Luther questions while Allison just scoffs, taking another sip from her glass.

"Look, I knew that if you found it on Mom, you'd lose your shit, just like you're doing right now." Accuses Diego, standing up as he points his silver dagger at Luther. Huh, so that's why. To protect Grace, okay that's kinda sweet.

"Diego, you son of a bitch." Whispers Luther in quite anger as he begins to move towards Diego.

Diego gets into a fighting stance, Vanya speaking up, getting in between the two of them, "Hey. No. Calm down. Look, I know Dad wasn't exactly an open book. But I do remember one thing he said. Mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker, but...also a protector." You all think about it for a second.

Allison wondering what Vanya's trying to get at, "What does that mean?"

"She was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy." Explains Vanya.

"Well, if her hardware is degrading then, we need to turn her off." Luther adds, this setting Diego off.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. She's not just some vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet. She feels things, I've seen it!" He yells, pointing his dagger in Luther's direction.

"She just stood there, Diego, and watched our father die." Growls Luther, amazed that anyone could think otherwise. Why would Grace do that? Maybe she was told to, or maybe her software is degrading? But she's never done anything with malintent, she wasn't made to do that.

"I'm with Luther." Blurts Allison from her spot leaning against a white pillar.

Diego turns to her, unimpressed, "Surprise. Surprise." He adds bluntly.

"Shut up." She snaps, turning to call you out, "Let me guess, you're going with whatever Diego says."

You scoff, "Grace never almost drowned me to see how great my stamina was." You reveal sharply, turning to Luther with a sneer, "So hell yeah. I'm with Diego." He grins proudly when you announce this.

The three of you then turn to Vanya, she looks up unsure of herself, "I...I don't.." Diego cutting her off, "Yeah, she shouldn't get a vote." He says quickly turning away.

"I was gonna say that I agree with you."

"Okay. She should get a vote." He then looks over to Klaus, who's chilling against a marble pillar opposite of Allison. "What about you, stoner boy? What do you got?"

Klaus looks at Diego and Luther with a frown, "Oh, so, what? You need my help now? Oh, "Get out of the van, Klaus!" "Well, welcome back to the van." He says, you watch him in mild confusion, thinking he's probably on something.

"What van?" You ask him, not expecting an answer when Luther speaks up. "What's it gonna be Klaus?"

"I'm with Diego, because screw you! And if Ben were here, he'd agree with me." Klaus then looks to his right, facing an empty chair and hissing at it. The air seems to prick with static for a brief moment but nothing else happens.

"So that's three?" Diego starts. Luther interrupting, "Wait."

Diego holds his fingers up, "To two."

Allison cutting in, "Vote's not final yet." And you have to wonder what she means by that.

Diego looks to her, confused, "What?"

"Right. Five's not here." You finish, nodding to Allison, you knew there was something missing.

"The whole family has to vote. We owe each other that." She says, everyone else agreeing with the two of you.

Then Allison, Luther, and Klaus promptly exit the room. You and Vanya staying behind for Diego, who looks uncharacteristically shaken. You then turn around hearing the creak of wooden floorboards, Grace is standing there watching the three of you. And you're not entirely sure how much she just heard.

Diego gives you a sad look, you nod in understanding, "I'll be upstairs." He gives you the flash of a smile, before walking over to Grace, Vanya following. You turn to leave, walking up the steps to Diego's room.

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You're standing by a dresser, reading an old book of his when you hear him walking down the hallway. He saunters in quietly giving you a somber smile as he walks over to the bed sitting down on the mattress. "Um, Y/N, could you...sit, with me. P...p..please." He studders, whispering the last part, you look up from your book and nod giving him a kind smile.

He leans back, laying himself fully on the bed while you walk over and do the same. Cuddling closer to Diego as he stares at the white ceiling, "Luther's an idiot. Grace would never intentionally hurt your father. I don't believe that." You tell him, he looks at you sadly.

"I don't know anymore. I...uh...think I'll have to...um...shut her off....m..myself." He tells you, you study his face for a moment trying to understand why he would do that.

"Maybe Pogo can fix her then. He's a talking chimp, so anything's possible." Diego gives a small laugh at your optimism, ever grateful for your comforting presence.

He holds you closer, gently kissing your nose, "I love you." He whispers tenderly.

You close your eyes, as you reach your head up to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. "Love you too, D."

——

After your 45 minutes of a much needed cuddle session, you both decide to head down to the kitchen for some food. But as you open the door you suddenly hear unfamiliar footsteps pattering against the floorboards, turning to your right, you look down the hallway. Catching the sight of two mystery individuals in Halloween masks who also happen to be holding guns, yes, this is normal.

Wait a second, guns? Guns!

"Oh shit." You whisper quickly, a second later bullets are raining down on the two of you like your caught in a hailstorm. Diego turns in the opposite direction, grabbing your left hand and pulling you with him as he throws two daggers at their heads. You run fast, keeping yourself between him and the bullets as you both race behind a corner. Stopping to breath as you two gather yourselves, ready to kick some ass.

The heavy blue masked guy walks into view first, Diego jumping out to twist his wrist, flinging the gun away. His partner in the pink mask squats down pulling her own gun up. You watch as Diego lays into this guy, who doesn't appear to be very fazed by much. Diego then head butts him, or at least attempts to. The mask revealing itself to be metal, which temporarily dazes Diego as he steps back, you then hear the big guy yell, "Cha-Cha, shoot him!"

This Cha-Cha lady suddenly stands up, gun at the ready, "Get out of the way, dumbass." She snaps while holding up her weapon, ready to fire.

You immediately step into view, grabbing Diego and hurling him backwards where he slides down the hallway floor, surprised from the force of your throw. An instant later you knee the big guy in the gut as you sucker punch him in the face, err mask area. He stumbles a bit at your forceful crack to his head. You soon hear the swish of bullets flying towards you in the air as you turn around in a blur and book it down the hallway towards Diego. Who you can't see anymore, where the hell did he go?

You don't have time to wonder as more metal is being shot in your direction, with quick improvising you send an antique glass horse in their path. Not caring enough to see if your throw is close to being accurate or not. You duck under a small table as you slide right, crouching underneath the old wooden thing, you quickly crawl for the nearest opening and down the stairs you go.

But alas they pursue you, you can hear them running down the steps as you turn into the main living room, where you shift left into the shadows by the bookshelf. They walk into the dark room, guns raised, completely oblivious to your hiding spot just feet away from them. Listening more intently now, with this small window of silence you hear the fast paced thumping of Diego's heart beat. He's behind the couch, a second later you hear him move and then bullets begin to rain down heavily where he's hiding. Oh fuck.

You launch yourself at Cha-Cha first, snatching the gun out of her hands, swinging it right into her stomach and evidently knocking the wind out of her. She stumbles back in a daze, but you don't give her any time to recover. Instead you face her head on, bringing your leg up and kicking her forcefully down the short hallway and into the table in the front room. You watch as Luther finally makes an appearance and launches Cha-Cha into the door.

Good, he can handle that mess of crazy.

Turning to your right, blue mask moves to shoot you, but before he has a chance, Allison comes to the rescue. Kicking the gun right out of his grasp, where she then kicks him in the stomach multiple times. Really laying into him, right before he snatches her by the throat in one quick motion, using his brute strength to lift her up.

As he starts choking her, you act fast with your right fist, giving him a hard blow to his back. Stunned and in temporary pain, he releases her, you taking this moment to sigh in relief as your broken knuckles heal themselves again. This guy can take a hit. Diego abruptly runs up to throw in his own jabs and hits at the giant man in front of you. Jesus this guy is like fighting a brick wall.

This masked powerhouse kicks Allison hard, she stumbles back into the wall with the wind knocked out of her. He blocks an incoming hit from Diego, grabbing his left arm and flinging him over the couch. He then turns to you with his fists up and ready to fight, you growl at him, "Let's dance." You taunt and a second later he charges at you, swinging his left arm up as you block it quickly.

He throws his right arm, aiming right for your face, you grab his clenched fist, holding him in place for a moment. He's taken aback, clearly not expecting someone smaller then him to hold so much power and resistance.

Without warning, he suddenly head butts you, which does take you by surprise. Not the pain, but the force of impact dazes you for a brief moment. You're seeing stars. Taking this time to do some damage, he moves to swing his right fist at you, but you dodge it, circling around and kicking him into the nearby table.

When you press forward to inflict more catastrophic injury, aiming to really fuck him up this time. He swiftly turns around and promptly shanks you with an old antique metal steamboat. The butter knife sized boat sinks harshly into your flesh, right in the middle of your stomach and right above your bellybutton. Fucking ouch.

You make a wheezing sound as he twists it in even further, really pushing it brutally into your stomach. He then roughly takes it out, cracking you across the skull with it in one powerful motion. You fall to the floor, seeing a plethora of shiny silver stars as you lay on your back gasping for breath.

Your stomach hurts and you can feel the gross sensation of hot sticky blood beginning to ooz from your wounds. The side of your head is in pure agony, and you can't see out of your right eye due to the waterfall of blood pouring from your deep cut. You feel like you've just gotten run over my a water Buffalo.

Luckily for you, your power begins working its wonders in a matter of seconds. Your damaged stomach fusing back together again, as well as the gnarly slice on your head. All of it healed. You almost immediately feel 100% better, and now you can breath again. You swipe the blood out of your eye and onto your jacket as you quickly stand to get off the floor.

A new rage fueling you. You turn as Luther and Diego start arguing about having the situation under control. When the fuck? Where the fuck did kung-foo panda and Cha-Cha go? A hot second later, your question is answered as bullets are screaming past the four of you once again. Oh right, never mind.

"Go, get out of here!" Luther Shouts to the three of you, ducking and racing away with Allison leading the charge.

Diego dives for the floor again, you as well. Thinking fast, you then crawl over to Diego, shielding him as you push him away and towards where Luther and Allison went. As you're running away from the chaos you get separated from the rest of them. You stop and listen intently, hearing the sound of gunfire somewhere else in the Academy. You race down the stairs for the kitchen where you happen to hear the mess of bullets piercing the tiled walls.

As you get closer to the kitchen, you pick up the sounds of a struggle and fists hitting flesh. Curious, you walk into the room probably looking like a murder scene but you don't have time to care. Allison is slouched against the tiny coffee table breathing heavily as Diego is getting smacked by Cha-Cha and her two makeshift broken pool-sticks.

She lands a good one on his shoulder, knocking him back. You dart at her back, roundhouse kicking her into the wall. She crashes into it with a huff and some broken tile, as you stand defiantly in between her and your friends, protecting them from any hidden weapons she may still have on her.

You hear her mutter a strained "Oh shit" while she gets back to her feet, recollecting her bearings once again.

She grimaces in anger and annoyance, a second before she reaches into her suite pocket, pulling out an incredibly tiny handgun. You move to disarm her, but she's far enough away that you're not fast enough. She holds it up, shooting you twice, once in the chest and once in the center of your neck. You instantly raise your hands up to stop the blood gushing from your fresh neck wound. Cha-Cha throws the empty gun and hastily turns around to make her escape as one of Diego's daggers follows hot on her tail.

You fall to your knees, blood pouring out of you once again as you drop your hands onto the floor. Struggling to suck in a breath, all that you're able to do is gag on the hot liquid gushing out of you and down your throat. You watch in disgust as your blood begins to make shiny red pools all over the white floor.

You lift your right hand up to feel the hole that's piercing your throat, then the back, it appears the bullet is still stuck in your neck. Your hands fall to the kitchen floor once again as you start to violently gag on the thick liquid practically clogging your airway. You cough and the sound of a bullet ringing on tile hits your ears, you spit out more blood. When you go to suck in a ragged breath, life giving air flows back into your lungs.

You sit back, raising your head up as you sigh in relief when your injuries heal themselves up again, you swallow, finally able to breath properly.

"Jesus, Y/N, are you okay?" Asks a worried Allison swiftly hurting to your side to take a good look at you, Diego doing the same.

"I look like a goddamn crime scene." You mutter tiredly while wiping blood off your lips, you look up at the two of them. Diego's face contorts into that of worry and pain for what you had just dealt with even if he knows you can take it.

He reaches his hand out to help you up, you faintly smile while gladly accepting his assistance. "You two okay?" You question, your voice laced with concern.

Diego nods to you, "Yeah. We're good. Come on let's go." He adds, the three of you turning to race back up the stairs.

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You, Allison, and Diego run into the front room, where Luther is having a less then stellar time. They rush to help him up off the floor, "Ah, you gotta cut down on that fast food, soldier." Diego quips, struggling to lift Luther up. You move to assist them, when you look up to the balcony, hearing the sound of footsteps. You watch as Cha-Cha breaks the chains that were holding up the giant chandelier. That happens to be above all your heads. Great.

"Out of the way!" Shouts Luther, who pushes you all back, the chandelier falling right on top of him.

"Luther!" Screams Allison desperately.

You're sitting on the floor as you look up and watch in astonishment as Luther starts to rise, pushing the heavy chandelier off of him in the process. It tears at his large overcoat, ripping it off of him completely. The rest of you stare on with wide eyes, dumbfounded as to the odd sight before you. Luther's whole torso looks almost identical to that of an actual chimpanzee. "Holy shit." Diego whispers from beside you, as he stands up. You doing the same.

Luther looks around the room at all your shocked faces, he suddenly turns towards you and Diego, making a beeline for the stairs. Where he brushes past the two of you and races upward for the seclusion of his own room. Allison goes to check on Vanya, as Diego turns to make sure you're fine.

The both of you unexpectedly hearing the sing-songy hums coming from an oblivious Grace. "Oh shit mom." He looks anxiously to you, you give him a tired smile as you shrug, "Go to her." You tell him sincerely, he nods, racing up the stairs to make sure she's okay.

Letting out a deep breath you sit down on the steps for a couple blessed minutes until Diego slowly comes back down. "Hey, Y/N. Come on babe let's get you home." He whispers gently, helping you to your feet. "Thanks.....Oh shit Vanya." You turn to the main living room where Allison and Vanya are talking.

You walk into the main living room, going to sit down next to Vanya on the couch but deciding against it, considering how bloody your clothing is. Instead you stand near the table lamp, arms crossed, Vanya looks up, her eyes shooting open wider when they land on you.

The right side of your face is coated in dried blood, as well as the middle of your throat, and there's two rips in your light grey tank top that's coated redish-brown by now, where an antique metal steamboat and a bullet got you. You're quit a sight to behold. "Oh my God, Y/N. Are you okay?" Worries Vanya.

You wave your hand shrugging, "Tis a scratch." You tell her playfully, making the mood less heavy, until Diego walks in.

"What are you still doing here?" He questions Vanya.

"I'm just trying to help." She mutters, while looking up at him from her spot on the couch.

He scoffs, "No, you could've been killed!" Voice loud and harsh, "Or gotten any of us killed. She is a liability." Diego warns, looking to Allison and then glancing over to you.

"Allison? Y/N?" She looks to the two of you for help.

"I think what he's trying to say is that this kind of stuff is dangerous." Allison looks down for a moment, "You're just..." Vanya cutting in, already knowing the answer, "Not like you." She mumbles softly. No one says a thing so Vanya gives a curt nod before standing up and quickly heading for the exit.

Allison rises to better explain herself, "No, that's not what I... Vanya wait." She pleads, stopping at the end of the small hallway as she watches Vanya leave.

"Let her go. It's for the best." Diego tells her, sitting on the opposite couch from where Vanya just was. You let out a tired sigh, wishing you could have helped Vanya feel better. But what could you do? They're right, she can't fight, just her being here was almost what got her killed.

"Diego. Let's take a shower. I smell like a slaughterhouse." You tell him dryly, bringing his attention back to you. The woman with blood stains all over her neck and shirt.

"That's a very nice mental image." He quips back, standing up and walking over to you. "Let's get outta here."

——

You turn the water on, letting the shower get to the right temperature. You and Diego have made it back to the gym and are now standing near one of the gym's showers. It's a single bathroom with a nice large shower area, no one can see you, and you have this room all to yourselves.

Making sure the doors are securely locked, you walk back to your previous spot as you lean your hand on the sink, slipping off your boots as you carefully take off your dark pants. They're slightly bloody, so they leave a tiny red smear on the white tiled floor. "You're gonna have to clean that." Diego teases, you pull your shirt off and flick it at him.

"You can kiss my ass." You grumble playfully.

He breaks out into a large grin. "Gladly." Shooting you a mischievous wink.

Rolling your eyes, you walk over to the shower, sticking your hand out to test the water. Diego takes off his black tank top, standing before you in only his underwear. He doesn't notice how you're avidly checking him out while you give him a dumbass smile, "Got a new shiner on your shoulder, glad I don't get bruises." You tell him, taking off your sports bra, before slingshotting it right into Diego's unsuspecting face.

"Ah, what the fuck, Y/N!?" He whines, fumbling with it to get it away from his face. When he throws it to the ground, he finally raises his eyes to you. Who's standing buck naked right in front of Diego, in all your hot and very noticeably bloody, sweet glory.

He bites his lip, not expecting you to just flash him so boldly with your upper half still stained with your own blood. You give him a wiggle of your brows, "Still hot even with blood all over me." His lips curl into a large grin, clearly enjoying the view and your never ending, optimistic humor.

You abruptly turn towards the steaming shower, "Welp, I'm off to sea, come join me sailor." You tell him seductively, giving him a wink, as you step into the misty shower. You chuckle at your cheesy comment, grabbing the nearby lofa as you listen to Diego practically rip off his underwear.

The wet plastic curtains blocking you from the cold exterior, are pulled open as Diego hastily gets into the shower in record time. You turn around to face him, "Blah...I look like a had a bucket of red paint dumped on me." You tell him, while you start scrubbing at the blood.

Diego watches as the red and pink liquid drips off of you and down the drain. "Here let me help." He insists, taking the lofa from you, he begins gently scrubbing at your back and shoulders. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the sweet gesture as well as the warm water dancing off your skin.

You suddenly feel a sweet wet kiss lightly placed on your right shoulder. Then another, and another, and another, all starting to trail from one shoulder to the other. The lofa plops to the floor, completely forgotten. As two calloused hands travel their way up your sides, one stopping at you stomach as the other lightly cups your right breast. You lean into Diego's hard chest, enjoying his close proximity and they way he plays with your soft breast. You lean your neck to the side, opening up an area for Diego to attack your skin with his plush lips.

Taking your casual hint he obliges, kissing and sucking at your wet skin. You let out a soft moan, clearly enjoying everything Diego's throwing at you. As he leans in, impossibly closer, you can feel the hardness of his member brushing against your back thigh. You smile at that, arching into him just enough to pull a sweet moan from his lips.

You got him. Wanting a lot more action, you rub your bum against his hardening cock. Hoping that he'll take this much more forward hint, all you want is Diego inside you, right fucking now. "Alright, alright, I got it, baby." He whispers lowly in your ear, grabbing the sides of your hips to steady you. You lean forward, sticking out your ass, for better access to the important bits.

Now most times you'd certainly prefer to keep your lovemaking with Diego to a considerably less accident prone area. But on this particular night, you are well past caring about what tiny injures you could get, if any at all. So for now you keep to your guys' safest shower position, bracing yourself for what you've been patiently waiting for.

Diego lines himself up with your slick entrance, carefully pushing himself deeply into you. You let out a quick gasp, arching your back and pushing your bum closer to him. Ah, but damn does it feel so fucking good. He suddenly and ever so deliciously starts thrusting in and out of you.

Helping to build up that wonderful pressure beginning to grow inside of you with every new hard thrust. You listen to the sweet sounds of his concentrated grunting as he rams his hips into yours. Over and over again. You hold yourself against the cold wall with one hand as you hold Diego's left hand that's positioned firmly against your hip. You just wanna be able to touch him, even if it's only a little bit.

You're getting closer and closer to your high with each new pump, he's relentless, pushing himself in and out of you continuously. It's a good thing he's got a lot of stamina cause you've got plenty to spare. You begin to moan his name, louder and louder as he thrusts into you, pushing you over the edge. Pumping into you for about the hundredth time, or so it feels, you've both finally reached your climax.

This was not planned but you both cum at the same time, your bodies shaking in ecstasy. He gives a few more good sloppy thrusts, spilling into you. You finally relax, resting your head against the wall, Diego pulling out of you, breathing heavily. You could without a doubt go for more, but you're in a shower and its about two in the morning.

You stand up and turn around to face him, he looks incredibly tired but a happy smile graces his lips when he looks down at you, his best friend, and the absolute best thing that's ever happened to him. You roll your eyes at his cuteness, the both of you then clean yourselves off, letting everything wash down the drain. You turn the water off, stepping out and grabbing a towel, you throw one to Diego.

Which he gladly accepts, beginning to dry himself off while you do the same. The two of you get dressed in your more comfortable lounging attire. Picking up your bloodier and smellier clothes, as well as your towels. He unlocks the bathroom door, holding it open for you to walk out of, like a true gentleman.

He shuffles tiredly to your boiler room apartment, following your lead slowly. You throw your dirty clothes into the laundry bin, as Diego practically falls onto the bed, struggling to get underneath the covers. You turn off a lamp, your eyes automatically adjusting to the darkness.

You're already able to see clearly, everything in dull greys, whites, blacks, and blues. The color palette may change but you can see everything with ease, especially Diego, who's laying on is side waiting for you. There's nothing left to do but walk a couple feet over to the very warm and inviting mattress. Full of soft pillows and blankets and your absolute favorite personal heater, Diego.

"Move over fatass." You tease, slipping into bed next to him.

He shuffles over a bit, giving you a moment to adjust before he reaches his arms out to hug your sides. Guess you won't be getting cold tonight. "Goodnight mi amor." He whispers into your neck, you hug I'm closer letting your eyelids fall heavy. A minute later the two of you are out cold, getting back on some much needed rest.

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mooncat457writing · 4 years

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7 for either the Black brothers or Coops? Just competitive Captain Sirius Black making competitions of everything ❤

I meant for this to be shorter, but it’s me so, predictably, it got a bit long. This was my first time writing for Coops, but it’s still Remus and Sirius at its core, so hopefully, I did it justice.

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Everything is a Competition

Prompt: 7. A competition to step on the crunchiest leaf

“Sirius, you’re making me dizzy,” Remus said from the couch finally, after watching his boyfriend pace in circles around their living room for the past half an hour. When Remus had talked him into getting off their basement ice rink, he hadn’t meant for him to replace skating laps for walking ones.

Sirius stopped and looked apologetically at him. “Désolé, mon loup. I’m just restless.”

“It’s ok, baby. Just come here and sit down.” Remus patted the space on the couch next to him and lifted the blanket on his lap in invitation. “You should get some rest before tonight. Coach canceled morning skate today for a reason. You’ve all been working so hard. You need a break.”

It was the same logic he’d used earlier to get Sirius to come upstairs and shower, but clearly, it hadn’t sunk in. Sirius was stressed; Remus knew that. The Lions had their first game of the season that night, and all week the captain had been on edge—working himself to the bone at practices, obsessively going over starting lines, sacrificing sleep to watch game footage from the previous season. And Remus was trying his best to get him to relax, but nothing he tried succeeded in getting Sirius out of his own head.

“I can’t. I know you’re trying to help, and on a normal day, I’d love nothing more than to be cuddled up with you on the couch, but I can’t sit still, Loops.” Sirius sighed and started pacing again. “Everyone’s looking at us now. We won a cup, and now the entire league’s eyes are on the team, and I’m their captain, which means they’re all looking at me and—”

Remus got up and stood in his way to stop his pacing. “Come here, baby.”

He sighed and circled his arms around Remus’ waist, and Remus brought his hands to cup the back of Sirius’ neck, letting his fingers tangle slightly in his now longer black waves. Ever superstitious, Sirius had left his hair the length it was when they’d won the cup last season, wanting to carry that energy into the next season. Remus thought it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t like the new look.

“Yes, the whole league is looking at us right now, but that’s because we’re at our best, and you’re the one who led us here. Not everything is on your shoulders, though. Yes, you’re our captain, but we still carry the weight with you.”

He smiled and stooped down to bury his face in Remus’ neck. “How do you always know what to say?”

“It’s my job.” Remus turned to press a kiss to his temple. “Now, come on. We’re going out.”

He pulled away and quirked his eyebrow. “Quoi?”

“You’re clearly not going to be able to sit here and relax, but we need to get you out of your head. So we’re going out.” He pressed a quick kiss to Sirius’ lips. “Now get your shoes on,” he said as he turned him around and lightly shoved him toward the door.

Sirius tripped over his feet in a moment of uncharacteristic clumsiness, but caught himself, then had the audacity to giggle and toss a lopsided smile over his shoulder. 6’3” hockey players should not be that cute when they giggle. “You’re cute when you put on your serious trainer voice.”

Remus smirked and pointed at the front door. “Shoes.”

“Yes, sir,” he responded with a wink.

They laced their shoes and stepped out into the cool, early-October air, starting down the street toward the rest of the neighborhood. They walked in silence for a while, just enjoying the cold air on their skin and the scenery of leaves turning to various shades of red, orange, gold, and brown. Within fifteen minutes, Remus felt some of the tension that had been radiating off Sirius start to fade, then smiled as Sirius’ hand found Remus’, lacing their fingers together.

“Thanks, Re. I think this might have been what I needed,” Sirius murmured, giving Remus’ hand a squeeze.

“Of course, baby,” he murmured back, bringing their laced hands up to his mouth to press a kiss to the tips of Sirius’ fingers.

They continued along the street, turning onto different blocks on occasion but not with any rhyme or reason. As they came around a bend, Remus happened to step on a fallen, dead leaf, which made a satisfying crunch under the sole of his shoe. He smiled and let out a content sigh. “That’s one of my favorite sounds,” he mused, breaking the companionable silence between them.

“Leaves crunching?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah. It reminds me of being a kid.”

Sirius tilted his head in an adorably confused way.

“You know when you were a kid, and you would be walking around trying to find the crunchiest leaf to step on?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t exactly have a joy-filled childhood.”

Remus frowned and opened his mouth to apologize, but Sirius continued.

“I bet I could find a crunchier leaf than you, though.”

“Everything is a competition with you,” Remus said, shaking his head fondly.

Sirius grinned wide, the first genuine smile Remus had seen on his face for nearly a week. “Only things I know I can win,” he said playfully before looking down at the leaf-covered ground and stepping on a particularly dry looking leaf.

“Oh, you’re on then,” Remus fired back. “I’m sure I can find a better one than that. I’m pretty much an expert.”

Sirius let go of Remus’ hands, pushed up his hoodie’s sleeves, and waggled his eyebrows at him. “An expert, huh?”

Then he was off, and within minutes, Remus felt like a kid again. They scoured the ground for the driest of leaves, staying a few feet apart to provide some decorum for their competition. But that didn’t last long, because as they turned another corner, they both spotted a massive oak leaf already folded in on itself and starting to crumble. They glanced at each other, then sprinted toward it. Sirius may have been a professional hockey player, but Remus was smaller and faster, so he quickly overtook Sirius and jumped on the leaf, smiling at the loud, satisfying crunch it let out.

“Dammit, Loops, I forget how fast you—Hang on, how did I not notice that you were wearing my hoodie until now?”

“You’ve been a little preoccupied,” Remus replied over his shoulder.

“C’est tout simplement inacceptable,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “I should not be so in my own head that I don’t even notice my boyfriend wearing my clothes.” He closed the distance between them in a few long strides and brought up a hand to trace over the lettering on the back spelling out ‘BLACK 12’ in large, black, block letters.

“What is it with you and the whole ‘me wearing your gear’ thing?” Remus asked with a slightly smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I like seeing my name stitched across your back. It looks good on you,” he admitted softly before wrapping his arms around Remus’ was it from behind and hooking his chin over his shoulder.

Remus’ heart fluttered. He’d expected a cheeky answer about it driving him wild like the jersey usually did, not an answer that seemed to carry some weight to it. He wasn’t sure what to say in response to that, so he just rested his hands on top of Sirius’ where they rested on his stomach.

“Should we head back so you can try to get a pre-game nap in?” He asked after a moment.

“Only if you join me,” Sirius said.

“I will if you promise to actually try to nap,” he said sternly.

“Promise.”

“Then yeah, let’s head home.”

He felt Sirius smile against his neck.

“Race you,” Sirius whispered before letting him go and sprinting off in the vague direction of their street.

“Wha—?” Remus spluttered. “For heaven’s sake, not everything is a race, Sirius!” He shouted after him.

But he took off at a run anyway, because dammit, he wasn’t going to just let Sirius win, and after all, he was faster.

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Bonds that never die (Platonic)

Daisy Johnson x sister reader but it takes place in season 4, the reader was killed earlier by ward in like season 2 or something but when daisy wakes goes into the framework and has to interrogate someone it’s her sister? Maybe somehow the reader is able to come back with her and Simmons?

Hope I did the request justice!

You and Daisy weren’t blood sisters, but that didn’t matter. Just like with Jemma, she counted you as a sister anyway. You both met at the orphanage, both latched onto each other for reassurance that the other wasn’t alone. That you could actually make it through those times.

So, as she got ready to join her surrogate sister in a computer simulation, she was more than ready to plunge headfirst in to try and find the rest of her family. However, she also wanted to be there to make sure Jemma would make it back.

She couldn’t lose another sister. Not again.

“I can’t believe Fitz made another LMD body.” Jemma said as they both got prepared to go into the Framework.

“He did?” Daisy asked her friend, wondering why her Scottish friend had done just that. Wasn’t AIDA enough?

“Yes. Well, he hadn’t fully done it, they never fully made it. But the plans were there to make another one.” Jemma admitted.

“Did he say who they were going to make?”

“No, they didn’t. But I think their plan was to maybe…. maybe try to bring someone back.” Jemma seemed to struggle with getting the words out. As if they would summon someone from their past right away.

“Well, it didn’t happen. Besides, they wouldn’t be the same anyway.” Her voice saddened a little at the thought of you, her twin.

“Oh, Daisy.” Jemma said empathetically as she brought her best friend in for a hug.

“You don’t talk about her much, now.” She said as she still held the hug.

“There’s not much to talk about, Jemma. You knew her almost as well as I did –”

“Yes, but not for as long. Daisy, she might be gone, but you don’t have to forget about her.” Daisy just nodded, wanting to move the conversation on as quickly as possible.

They were in, and Daisy was in the worst position she could possibly be in. Working at HYDRA with the one and only, Grant Ward.

Speaking of him, the two had just had an argument after interrogating one inhuman, DJ. It hadn’t gone the best, but she’d managed to reign it into not being a total cataclysmic failure. Plus, she had already found someone to bring back, May.

“There’s one more, but I’ll let you take that. We could use a moment to breathe.” Ward said, before brushing past her; seemingly getting her want to just be left alone for a while.

She was still reeling from seeing, “deceased,” next to Jemma’s name. Seeing that she may have just lost another member of her family to a simple game of chance. Her heart raced as she her mind drifted to being alone in this world, with no backup and only her wits to survive.

Her heart ached when she remembered when that would be you both; your whole mantra, “Us against the world,” It was cute, but it meant something to you both. It was a promise you had both made each other, to never leave the other.

Just made her miss you more.

She sighed, begging her mind to move onto the pressing situation of currently being alone with no backup in a hostile world filled with HYDRA agents. Training aside, she wouldn’t be able to survive being in the wolf’s den alone. She’d easily get gunned down if she made one wrong move.

She had a whole other life here, a life she didn’t know. But one that apparently had it just be her. She was going to look up your name, to try and find out what had happened to you in this reality.

But, as soon as she had apparently seen Jemma’s grizzly fate, she changed her mind on that quickly and didn’t look it up. She’d rather not know and pretend you were fine, then look and find that you were dead in this world too.

With a steading (as best as she could manage) breath, she looked at the file for the next inhuman to interrogate. For the next, “Traitor” to be scared to god knows what end and then be locked up in a room with seemingly no way of escape.

However, her eyes widened when she saw a familiar name written on the page, along with the photo.

Y/N Johnson. You, her sister was alive in this world.

More importantly, she was the person that was going to be interrogating you.

You tried not to show the fear, to mask it anyway possible; be that the steady-ish breathing, or the way you tried not to tighten your grip on the chair. It was the only way you could show some kind of resistance.

Yes, that kind of resistance, the one that was SHIELD. You had signed up a little while ago, to try and find some sense of belonging. You had gotten exactly what you were looking for.

This, however, was not it. Not tied to a chair, awaiting whoever it was that was going to tear you apart and leave you for dead, most likely.

However, you were met with a smaller woman, one a little taller than you if you had to guess. She seemed to hold herself with a bit of nervousness; maybe you could use that to your advantage.

As soon as she laid eyes on you, she seemed to freeze, mouth parting and words starting to form only for nothing to come out a few times. Finally, she gulped and placed the file down, only to then remember that she needed it.

Whenever she read it, she’d look back up at you every so often as if she couldn’t believe the words she was reading.

She cleared her throat, “Your name is Y/N Johnson, right?” She asked, your last name being dragged out more as if she was testing it out for a reason you did not know.

“Scared you got the wrong person?” There it was, your snappy comebacks; Daisy had to bite back a smile, or a laugh. Or some reaction that would give away her most ridiculous and insane plan yet.

“No, just going over the facts.” She said, having faux confidence on her back. Her voice wobbled as she spoke; maybe getting out of this would be easier than you thought.

“Maybe it’s a cover name.” You said, testing the waters.

She let out a snort, one that seemed to hold some genuine warmth to it, “Maybe it is, who’d be the wiser, right?” No, she was trying to get you to lower your guard down so she could manipulate you. To get you to join their ranks.

You’d rather die than have that happen.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” She said, softly, as if she genuinely meant it. The next moment, the camera watching you went off.

“It’s looping some footage I had earlier, so we can actually talk now.” Oh, so what she was going to do was so much worse.

She pressed a button on her pad, the cuffs came off. She approached you and spoke in a low voice, “We’re going to get out of here, but I need you to follow my lead. alright?”

You didn’t know if you could fully trust her. But that mere act made her seem trustworthy, even if for now. As a means to an end.

You nodded.

“If it helps you trust me, I’m Daisy.”

You both had been separated a few times, different families adopting you; or rather, taking you in for a week/month/year before sending you right back. Right back, just as you had both hoped, to each other.

Your sisterly bond was unbreakable, only death could separate you.

That was when Phil Coulson had found you both in a van, living in the streets together, working for the Rising Tide. You both had cautiously joined the team and never really looked back.

It was the day you both finally found a stable (ironic, with what was to come) place and people that actually wanted you both around, wanted to be friends with you both (some more than others; but still, they weren’t hostile to you. That one mainly being May with the both of you, and Ward with you,) and seeing you as a valuable person, someone they wouldn’t give up on no matter what.

Sadly though, that voice in the back of your head that told you constantly that you were going to be left behind, that they would drop you if shit hit the fan drove you to be more reckless than your sister.

You both became agents, but you wanted in the field as soon as. With Skye’s injury, it just made you want to go out there more.

It was what had led Daisy to where she was now, about to enter a computer world to try and find her friends.

“Daisy!” A woman yelled in relief; Daisy let out her own sigh of relief as she hugged her friend, yelling out her name. Her name was Jemma.

Jemma’s eyes widened when she saw you, and she turned to Daisy with a questioning gaze. Even though you were behind them, you saw Daisy slightly nod.

“Your Y/N, right?” You nodded, cautious of the new woman. The next moment, you were enveloped in a hug. A tight one.

You looked to Daisy, who looked kind of happy (or nostalgic, as she’d put it) at seeing the interaction.

Jemma pulled away, holding you at arm’s length and smiling brightly at you with some tears in her eyes.

She couldn’t say anything, as a man approached with a gun drawn; Daisy had instantly put herself in front of you, shielding him from shooting you. You gripped Daisy’s arm in fear, she grabbed your hand in her’s, the other holding the gun.

You didn’t talk through the whole confrontation, only letting Daisy and Jemma speak for you.

“And whose she?” He spat, trying again to aim his gun at you. It was in that moment you saw who he was, you’d seen him around a few times in SHIELD; what the hell was he doing aiming a gun at you?

“Ward, WARD! Put it down, ok? She’s not a threat!” Daisy’s finger squeezed on the trigger. She didn’t want to kill this Ward, but she would if it would save you….and make up for last time.

It was after SHIELD had fallen; you were all on the run in a way. You were in the shadows, all of you. You were no-ones again. To you and Daisy, though, it was more than that. You had both lost the one place you had started to belong in. You’re badges meant nothing.

But, as Daisy had said to you, it didn’t mean you were nobody’s.

“We have them no, Y/N. But…if it does come to it, you have me, ok? We’re sisters, family. I’m not leaving your side for as long as I can help it, alright?” You smiled at her words, knowing she fully meant them.

“Love you.” Was all you could say before you got choked up.

Skye, as she went by then, happily returned your hug, “Love you too.” She said.

“Y/N, you ready?” Coulson asked, looking slightly guilty that he had interrupted your sister-bonding moment. He quickly caught onto your coining of the term ever since he asked you both to come with him to investigate the job that led him to his old protégée. You both even spoke in sync, which freaked him out.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, sir.” You replied, voice trembling a little with worry. He placed a fatherly hand on your arm, as Daisy put a hand on your shoulder. Both actions done in reassurance.

“You’ll be fine, Y/NN.” Daisy said, so sure of her words.

Words that would turn out to be false.

Ward had gotten you all out of the situation of being gunned down by HYDRA forces. Despite all the chaos, you had heard Daisy responding to Simmons’ comment about being in hell with, “How do you think I feel.” Judging by Jemma’s look back at her, and her eyes flickering to you for a moment. Those words held a double meaning to them.

Daisy had done all she could to protect you on the journey back, making sure to keep close to you as you went to the apartment.

Once you had reached it, you spoke, “Is there a – uh -- a room that I can….” Daisy looked at you, eyes softening slightly as she saw your terrified state. Despite being an agent, you weren’t numb to it all yet.

“Yeah, just through there.” Daisy said, softly like last time, pointing to the room she once shared with Ward.

Once you were gone, the two best friends turned to one another, “I have no idea how she’s here, Jemma!” She whisper-yelled in shock and disbelief. She allowed herself to finally process the fact that you were back. That you weren’t dead in a truck like you were in the real world.

“I know…I know…. I mean – It should be impossible…” Jemma started to ramble, but she too was at a loss for words at seeing one of her other female best friends alive once again. Even if it wasn’t the one, she had befriended.

“She doesn’t remember us, Jemma.” Jemma now softened at her friend’s words, knowing the affect all of this must be having on her.

“I know, but she seems to trust us a little. So, it’s a start.” Daisy couldn’t help but nod at Jemma’s words, she was right after you; you seemed to be slowly coming around to them.

You shared a nod with Jemma and Daisy as you past them with you standing between him and your sister, while Jemma was a secondary wall between the pair.

“If I see you again, I’ll kill you.” Jemma promised the man, his vision was then blacked out by a bag as you continued to lead him to the van that would then transport him away to his brother.

After a while of tagging along with Daisy (at her own insistence) it led you all to the TV station. You would broadcast a message to the world about the evil HYDRA had done; every sin they had committed and every lie that had spun about them being the victors and SHIELD being the villains of the tale they told.

You had managed to get in, and were about to broadcast the message, when Ward had entered the room to have a private talk with Daisy.

“Go on, I’ll be ok.” Daisy assured you with a light pat on the arm. You looked between the two, having the vague notion that you weren’t needed for this conversation. So, you gave them both an awkward smile and then departed.

“Everything ok?” Jemma asked as she saw you waiting with your arms folded outside the room.

“Got booted out of there for the love birds to have their moment. Didn’t know he’d ever really give it a shot.” Jemma chuckled a little at your words; you even let out your own, letting your guard down more with her and Daisy more than you really had with anyone in your life. There was just something about them that made you trust them more.

“Well, he’s not so bad. Besides, if Daisy wants something, she goes for it.” You nodded, having gathered that from your time with Daisy. How she’d always look out for those she called friends, probably defend them to her last breath; but, if she had a goal, nothing could stand in her way.

“What’s the deal with her, anyway?” Jemma looked at you, silently asking for you to continue, “She seems…off with me. Did I do something?” You asked, your insecurities getting the better of you. If it were anyone else, you’d hate being this vulnerable with them. But, as said, you felt like you could genuinely trust the pair.

“It’s not you, trust me.” She assured you.

“Then what is –” You stopped your question and frustration when you heard raised voices from the room. Despite Jemma calling out your name, you approached the open door.

“I can’t just leave Y/N here, alone!” Daisy said in her own frustration.

“And why not? What am I going to do, huh?” Ward challenged, despite their calm conversation before, bringing you up had set something off in her.

“Because –” She caught herself, but Ward pressed.

“What?” He softened his voice in horror as he realised, “Did I…do something to her.”

Daisy couldn’t help the tears in her eyes as, in a broken voice, she told him, “You killed her, Ward.”

“I’m dead…?” Daisy looked over Wards shoulder, the man spinning around quickly to see you looking between them in shock and betrayal.

“Y/N…” Daisy had no idea on what to say, how to comfort you or to explain all of it to you. But she seemed like she was going to anyway. Ward even opened his mouth to try as well.

You looked at ward in betrayal, “You…you knew?” He lowered his head in shame. You then looked at Jemma, who had a look of pity and guilt, “You – you all did?” You looked at the three; their silence confirming the answer to you.

He was quick, quicker than you had ever expected really. Unlike May or Skye, he was going for the kill. He went through everyone quickly, before it came to you.

He looked at you as he debated it, he had genuinely seen you as a friend like most of the others on the team. But, in this moment, you were on opposite sides of the playing field. Right now, it was even; and, depending on your next move, it would either tip in their favour, or stay even.

“Y/N just stay down. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He said, genuine emotion behind his words.

“You already have Ward. You screwed over my sister! And you expect me to, what? Let you go.” He saw that same fire he saw in Skye. If he did not know any better, he would’ve sworn you were blood and not sister’s by only bond.

“Y/N –” Your next actions cut him off.

“See you in hell, Ward.” You seemed almost resigned to your fate.

You went for his gun, but you only saw black the next moment.

You sat on one of the three beds, just sat there with your hands together and your head laying on them as you still tried to process everything: you were dead in another world, and you were related to Daisy (whose last name you found out was also Johnson).

“Been looking for you,” Coulson said as he took a seat next to you, “How are you holding up?” He asked, nudging you slightly.

“Like you give a shit, Coulson.” You spat, but not in a hating tone; it was tired, but soft one you spoke in. Now he was seeing the resemblance between you both.

“Look…I uh – I was just a teacher a few days ago. Now, I’m on the front lines, fighting in an apparently fake world –”

“This one’s fake? Even better.” Coulson sighed, Daisy had warned him about how you were stubborn and did hold a grudge, and hated being lied to, just like her.

“I know it’s hard to take in. Trust me, I’m still getting around to it –”

“Yeah? Well, you aren’t the one that’s fucking dead over there!” You seethed, now your anger was showing as you rose from your bed; Coulson gently grabbed your arm and pulled you to a more secure place to talk freely about all this.

“You’re right, you’re right,” He admitted, even raising his hands up to prove his point, “I can’t attest to how that must be to learn. But I have died over there. Now, I know you weren’t as lucky as I was; but I know that Daisy, me, Jemma and the others loved you over there like you were one of our own.”

“So, what? Was I like the black sheep or something?” Coulson sighed, knowing that he had worded it wrong.

“All you and Daisy had ever wanted was a family, you found that in both each other as sisters, and in us. I might not remember a lot, if anything. But I can easily tell how much Daisy cares about you. Far as I can tell, blood means nothing to her.” Coulson rephrased his words, hoping it would help his case to get you back with the gang in getting out of this place that would soon be nothing.

“She tell you all that?” You asked through clenched teeth, despite how something in you was slightly moved by the idea of having a family finally. It didn’t seem to matter anymore, as you were dead. So, even if you did get out, you would only see darkness.

“She caught me up to speed on it all, sure. But the care Simmons and Daisy both show for you. If I didn’t know you, and saw how far they’d go for you, I’d say you were all adopted sisters that got along like a jigsaw puzzle.”

You frowned a little at his metaphor, “Ok, not my greatest one liner, but you get what I mean?” He asked, hoping you’d answer positively.

“Good luck.” You genuinely meant your words to him; after that, you past him and went to the armoury to help anyone in any way you could.

Daisy, meanwhile, sat on her own bed in the exact same pose as you were in just moments ago. However, she held tears in her eyes as she finally let the memories in, she let herself go back to that day you died. To the day Ward took their sister or daughter away from her and others.

“Ward got out.” Was the first thing Coulson said when everyone had assembled in the room. Skye felt her pulse raise at the news, he was out of the cage and they had no methods of finding him. They had no idea where he was, but they had a good idea of what he was going to do.

Then, it clicked for Skye, “Wait…where’s Y/N?” She asked, tone not as secure as she would’ve like it to be. But her question still got across.

Coulson’s silence didn’t help her anxiety over her question, she looked to the others for some hope; but they had the same looks on their faces, “Coulson…where – where is my sister?” Her voice shook more. She looked to the door, as if you’d walk in the next moment, maybe a little bruised, but nothing else other than that.

You’d be alive, that was all that mattered to her.

Coulson’s eyes turned to pity, and she knew. She knew what the look meant; she knew what it conveyed.

She knew what had happened to you.

“No,” It was chocked at first, “No, No, no, no, no, no,” Then it was rushed, “NO!” Then it was loud and raw, “No…” Then it was soft and drifted off at the end; it was resolute; and it was filled with pain, rage, sadness, hate, pity, grief. All of those emotions locked into the final, “No.” that left her mouth before the sobs overtook her speech.

The other members of her family, the alive ones, had no choice to watch as Daisy rejected any comfort, she just cried through the pain. Or, tried to cry through the pain. She knew it would never fully go away. No matter what she did, no matter how hard she’d try to make it so. Losing someone stuck with you.

She felt a hand on her arm, she looked up to see Jemma above her. Daisy tried to smile, but it held no happiness to it; Jemma’s own one reflected it.

They were best friends with both of you before your death, but the aftermath brought them closer. Despite their fallings out at times, they were family; and family always came back together, as it was love and the strength of the bond that brought them back; not necessity.

Out of everyone on the team, they were closest, so maybe that was why their sisterhood became stronger after your demise.

“I found her.” Was all Jemma needed to say for Daisy to take the hand offered and for her to stand.

“Do you want –”

“No, I’ll be fine.” She assured her friend as she wiped her last tear, before going to find you.

You were checking the arsenal; although, Daisy was sure that you had already done that, you were just wasting time now.

She didn’t blame you for it, either.

“You just gonna stand there, or we gonna talk?” She let out a little smile at your words, she tentatively approached you, leaning against the entrance.

“…I need your help.” She said, quietly; but you heard it, and you stopped and fully turned to her, mimicking her pose against the table that held a map on it.

“Getting out of here?” She nodded, looking at the ground for a moment before meeting our eyes again.

“Yup.” There was no pop of the, “p”, just silence that followed her honest answer.

You sighed, “How am I here? Why am I here?”

Daisy almost smiled again, she remembered when you first asked that question in her van.

“Was this when I was alive?” Your words hurt, but she still nodded. She must’ve said that part out loud.

“AIDA wanted to fix someone’s mistake –”

“And I was yours?”

“One of them…. I don’t know why she brought you into this. But, if it means anything, I’m glad I get the chance to see you again.”

“I’ll help you.” She was shocked at how you managed to put your anger aside and let yourself help her one more time.

She nodded, thankful, “Can I ask why?”

“The rest of your family still need you, and you care about them too.”

Daisy smiled, the old you were still in there, alright.

It was an old factory, and the lava was the key out. Because, well, of course it was. Mack had his reservations, but that man was alive in that world. You could tell that Daisy looked up to him as a big brother. So, you knew he was on the list of people to get out.

HYDRA guards swarmed the area, you went back to flank them from behind, while Daisy used her power to open the portal out. As soon as she did, a shockwave went through the area, showing the whole thing as a façade; and you as noting more than a pile of ones and zeros.

With you distracted, you didn’t have time to remember about HYDRA, as a bullet soon found its way into your shoulder. With everyone else distracted, no one sure you drop on the metal floor as you clutched your shoulder.

Your ears started to ring as you slowly started to bleed out. In one way, you found it kind of humorous, you’d die again in this world. At least, this time, it was for something.

“Daisy!” You heard Mack call out as he ran to you and put pressure on your wound.

You blacked out for a second, the next time you opened your eyes, Mack was gone, and Daisy was hovering over you with pure concern and tears in her eyes once again.

“Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, no. Don’t close your eyes, Y/N! You have to –” You blacked out again as her words drifted off.

“Come on, almost there.” She grunted out as she struggled to fully shoulder your weight and get you to the portal.

“Just leave me, I’m dead weight anyway.” Your words slurred; she didn’t have time to admonish you for your crude joke.

“I’m not leaving you here…I’m not losing you again!” She was determined to get you out.

“I already am.” You were ready to admit defeat. Which was when she had an idea.

“But you don’t have to be.” You didn’t know what she meant by it, but you grabbed the railing for support as you fully opened your eyes as best you could.

“Do you trust me?” Your sister asked you, hand still on your shoulder for support.

“As far as I can throw you.” You said with what was meant to be a smile, before you pushed her. Thankfully, her hand with her power stayed where it was; however, her other hand grabbed your own and dragged you down with her.

AIDA was gone, and they didn’t have much time. But they had all made it back. That was when Daisy turned to Fitzsimmons, “I have a huge favour to ask you both.” They nodded, wanting to help her in whatever her idea was.

“I think we can bring Y/N back with your LMD idea, Fitz.” The Scotsman instantly went to decline, but Daisy stopped her brother by putting her hands on his shoulder and meeting his eyes.

“I know you blame yourself; but, as I said, you have nothing to apologise for. I just – if this can work…. Please, Fitz.” She was desperate to at least try this idea. To try this plan. If she thought her plan to get you out was insane, this topped that by a mile.

“Do you need anything else?” She asked her siblings as they worked on brining you back. So far, they had taken blood from Daisy, along with a machine Fitz had that took some memories of hers of you and what you had missed in order to help you remember everything.

“Remember, it might take a while to –” She slammed the button as soon as your body came into existence.

It took a moment; a long moment, before your eyes opened. You looked around the room, trying to figure out where you were, before you met the eyes of Daisy.

“Daisy…” You breathed out, and instantly hugged her. You let out a laugh as you did so, relishing in seeing her again.

Daisy hugged you back just as tight, just happy to have you back in her life once again. Even if you weren’t fully you, it didn’t matter to her.

Her sister was back; her first sister was home. She could be whole again.

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8x18: Freaks and Geeks

Then:

Dean Winchester is not a dweeb. Only dweebs say ‘dweeb’.

Now:

Our old friend Krissy is making out with a boy in a car --but it’s all for show to draw out a vamp and kill it. Other young hunters emerge and while looking at the corpse, set their plans for their next hunt.

Sam and Dean are on the case of a vamp as well. They take a moment to rehash recent events with Cas taking the angel tablet and the trials.

Sam wants Dean to talk about his feelings (WE ALL DO.) Anyway, Dean’s not talking.

They head into talk with the sheriff and learn more about the recent deaths. The sheriff shows them security coverage of Krissy’s little hunt. Dean sees her in the video and asks the sheriff to back down. They’ve got it.

Krissy and her vamp gang have tracked the other vamp. We spend a gross amount of time with the dude hitting on Krissy before they head out on their hunt.

Sam and Dean are in hot pursuit.

They find Krissy, learn that her dad is dead, and that her team is actively hunting a vamp at that moment. Sam and Dean bust in just as the vampire is about to take out Krissy’s friends. The vamp escapes.

Krissy downs the vamp and her friends rush up to accuse the monster of killer one of their families. The vampire denies it all. He gets his head chopped off.

Dean and Krissy talk and he learns that she banded together with the others because they all lost family from this nest of vamps. Dean tells her that she’s too young to hunt (lolZ), and that they’re taking her to her aunt’s. They work for Victor though, and Krissy doesn’t need Dean’s help.

Sam and Dean head to talk with Victor.

He’s a dweeb of a man that rules his house with a firm but kind hand. Sam and Dean struggle with the work/school balance that he’s offering these kids.

He has a plan to train the next generation of hunters. They’re going to be so much better than ragtag team of misfits currently running the club.

Later, Dean is still adamant that kids shouldn’t hunt. Like, he’s really holding on to some long seeded resentment from his own childhood. Dean decides to work the hunt so the kids don’t have to. He heads to interview the captive the last vamp had in his motel room, leaving Sam to watch the kiddos.

Meanwhile, a mysterious van pulls up outside Victor’s home.

Morning dawns bright and cheery. Victor is wearing an actual apron, making waffles for the kids. Sam slides into the domesticity extremely uncomfortably.

After the kids race off to school, Sam gets Victor’s tragic hunting backstory. A wendigo killed his whole family when they were camping. Instead of taking to the road like a typical hunter, Victor proposes his wholesome hunting house as a good alternative for vengeful kids. (I’m reminded of the Men of Letters murder approach to initiation and I guess I’m at least grateful that Victor isn’t staging prospective hunter cage-matches.)

At the hospital, Dean talks to the former captive. She tells him that she was abducted by a guy in a blue van, and woke up later in the hotel room with Jimmy. He was crying and scared - certainly not Mister MurderVamp.

At the house, the kids storm in early from school. Victor’s found the vampire that killed Krissy’s dad.

Sam’s suspicious about the origin of the security camera footage shots Victor presents as evidence. Krissy will brook no uncertainty. She’s ready to do some choppin’.

Dean calls Sam, and their spidey senses are tingling. Dean learned that Jimmy was only recently turned, and the pattern of attacks seem off. Sam reports that there was no time stamp on Victor’s evidence, so it could have been from any time. After getting off the phone, Sam notices the blue van parked outside. He brings Victor’s attention to it and they prepare to stalk its occupant.

Dean questions the hotel clerk, who reveals that hoodie guy was there yesterday and grabbed a flyer for a seasonal motel - abandoned this time of year. Dean heads up there to investigate. The lodge seems quiet.

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Dean stalks through the rain and finds an open door. Inside, Dean finds a terrified woman who begs for help. She was abducted by someone in a blue van and stowed away at the lodge. Oh, she also appears to be dealing with a brand-new vamp transition.

The three juvenile hunters sneak up on Dean from behind and try to urge him away so Krissy can enact her revenge.

Sam and Victor close in on blue van guy, but Victor sneaks up on Sam at the last minute and delivers more head trauma for poor Sam. Victor and the vamp exchange conspiratorial smiles.

Krissy immediately jumps to paranoia, asking why Dean’s with the killer vamp. Dean tries to tell her that the woman is innocent - a fresh vamp. Dean easily disarms one of the kids and tries to convince them to help him save the woman. “Hunting isn’t always about killing,” is definitely a message I need to hear from this show periodically.

They all head back to Victor’s house, where Sam’s waking up from his head trauma. Victor casually walks around overturning furniture while delivering his villain speech. Sam’s death will further entrench the kids in his charge into the hunting life. Dean and the kids arrive before Victor can finish crowing about his plans to the guy he plans to kill. Um. Awkward.

The full story emerges, half told by the Winchesters and half by these smart cookie kids. Victor’s pet vampire kills their families, so they would turn to hunting. Victor tries to convince them that they’re fighting a war. Krissy’s not interested in reconciliation. She shoots the vampire full of dead man’s blood and confronts Victor.

Dean tries to talk Krissy down. “We don’t kill people,” he tells her. (I spend some time musing about the fragile nature of the human/monster divide. This show has always had some damn shaky moral ground.)

*We interrupt this after school special to bring you this very attractive still of Dean*

Krissy tells her crew that they’re going to let Victor live with the weight of his regrets. Victor decides to leave “his kids” with just one more horrifying trauma, and kills himself in front of them.

The kids give the vamp woman a nice mug of vampire cure. Dean tells Krissy that they’re ready to bring her to her aunt’s house. LOL, Dean, she’s staying with her crew. Dean notes that she seems into Aiden, which must help her decision. Readers, I have mapped these three onto Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Josephine the National Merit Scholar is obviously Hermione. Krissy’s gotta be Harry, so that leaves Aiden as Ron. What is that ship even called? Rarry? Hon?

Dean agrees to leave them to their own devices, as long as they allow Garth to check up on them from time to time. Honestly, the Garth network of hunting care was the best. Krissy bids Dean a fond farewell.

Sam emerges from the house feeling optimistic, which Dean immediately counters with a reminder that the gates of Hell are open. Ooooh right. The mytharc. “What do they have to do with [Krissy and her crew]?” Sam asks. They’re hunters now, Dean reminds him, which means they’re in danger from demons as well. If they shut the gates of Hell, that increases the chance of kid hunters leading a normal life. Sam reflects on this in the golden dawn - he’d like a slice of that life as well, thank you very much.

Indeed, Sam.

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