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dadsbongos · 4 years ago

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Red Scare

Movie/Game/Show: Marvel Dynamic: Peter Parker/Reader Warnings: some au where everyone’s in the compound and happy because :), i wrote out a russian accent for pronunciation purposes (it’s then quickly wrote out but hey), “slowburn” written by someone impatient, fem pronouns Summary: Peter just really wants to hold your hand and gets embarrassed by Nat and Tony to do it. Word Count: 3.5K ~~~

Steve was the one who’d found you originally. Well, fought you - to be accurate. The super soldier was a target you’d been put on as a Widow when Natasha found you both and broke the fight up. She’d just barely managed to convince Steve to keep you around - insisting that she could help defect you from Widowing and mold you into a new Avenger. It’d worked for her, surely, it’d work for you too - she just needed time. Time that, while hesitant to do so, Steve eventually granted.

Natasha graciously took you under her wing and began teaching you about American culture and how to blend in for more than spy work.

Now, Natasha watches with furrowed brows as Wanda approaches you. She had her arms crossed tensely as you two came to a meet in the middle of the room. She watches you, her dear student, reach out, hesitating before softly taking Wanda by the shoulders and leaning in to gently kiss her left cheek, then right, then left again.

“Okay,” Natasha put up her hands, signaling the two to stop, “so, ученик, you see where you went wrong there? If Wanda’s a stranger, you wouldn’t kiss her on the cheeks, right?”

“Vanda is friend, no?” you gestured between you and the other woman.

“She is,” Natasha nodded before jabbing your forehead with her index finger, “but you need to pretend she isn’t, just for right now.”

Throwing your hands up in defeat, you huffed, “Vhat? I’m bad guy because zis is ridiculous?”

“No one’s trying to say you’re the bad guy,” Wanda gave you a smile and pat on the shoulder, “Just in need of a little more practice.”

“We should start working with accents,” Bucky pitches in for the first time since ‘American etiquette’ lessons began that day, “Her’s is a dead giveaway.”

Natasha nodded before glancing over at the clock, “I’m sure you’d love to do that one, big guy.”

“Why me?” Bucky sat up straighter - he was no good with one-on-one interactions unless they were fights, and with your upbringing in the Red Room, Bucky was certain you didn’t need any combat training.

“I’ve got a mission to get to with Wanda,” the assassin pat the man’s arm with a teasing grin, “So, unless you wanna see who else is available for that, just sit tight till we’re back.”

The two redheads were out before Bucky could even reply, a sigh leaving his lips at the new awkwardness of the situation. It wasn’t even his idea to be involved - he just got looped in because of his time with HYDRA. Which, in his opinion, was unfair - Natasha and Wanda were at least actually Eastern European, he was lumped in by association. He stood, beginning out of the common room with a nod for you to follow, muttering under his breath.

“If I may,” you interject, nearly rushing to keep up with Bucky’s hurried strides, “zat eh, Spider. Spider boy. Is only one home. Stark, maybe. But Spider, definitely”

“Parker…” the man takes a glance at you, trying to shove his disdain for the boy back, “Sure. He should be in the lab.”

It doesn’t take long to find Peter with Tony, Bucky knocking on the doorframe to catch both of their attention, “We need help teaching accents.”

“And articles,” Tony interjects, pushing a stool beside Peter’s and motioning for you to sit, “Unfortunately for you, lavalantula, it’s hard to take you seriously when you say things like ‘get in house’ like a cavewoman.”

“Mr. Stark- “

Before Peter has the chance to defend you, you’re quirking a brow at the man and putting your own two cents into his take, “In fairness, vhat idiot vould get in different house?”

“Accent and articles!” Peter claps, a forced smile bright on his lips, “Will do, Mr. Barnes, you can trust me.”

“I really don’t,” Bucky glares at the poor boy all while he leaves, “If she starts making references to your movies, I’ll personally bring you harm.”

“Opposed to what?” Peter murmured, “Impersonal harm?”

That brought a small laugh from between your lips, causing Peter to perk up once again at the positive attention. It isn’t every day he gets to make a former Russian assassin laugh, he supposes he should take it as a compliment.

He cleared his throat as Tony went about the lab, “Alright, I think that first we should start with articles.”

“Sounds pointless.”

“They kind of are, but we use them here, so…” he scratches at the back of his head, “How about we try making the ‘th’ sound first, sound good?”

“Not really.”

It was a few days with learning from Peter, but you’d felt as though so much progress was made towards the lessening of a Russian accent. Or maybe the praise that slipped from Peter’s lips just made the most minor step forward seem like a leap. The praise brought a new bubble of joy in your chest, one that was never there when Wanda, or the ever rare Natasha, complimented your work. Maybe it’s because Peter was born and raised in America that made it seem more valid - maybe it was his buzz and excitement at teaching. Maybe it was just him.

“Why don’t you try telling me about your day, to get used to speaking with what you learned so far?”

“Uh,” you fumbled, trying to translate the events in your head before speaking, “I woke up. I trained v- with Thor. Then he left for mission,” you paused, realizing your mistake and sighing.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Peter was quick to jump in when he assumed self-doubts were bubbling up, “You’ve got a lot of time to learn, don’t beat yourself up over a mistake. English is a pain in the ass to learn, you should be proud of yourself for picking it up so fast.”

“Yeah?” he could sense the hesitant disbelief in your voice.

Even so, he didn’t let up, giving a confident nod, “Yeah. Just start over whenever. You were doing really well.”

You took a moment to plan out the response in your head, running through it internally a few times before giving Peter a verbal run through, “I woke up. I trained with Thor. Then he left for a mission. I went to the lab. Now I’m here - with you.”

“See? You’re already doing so well, you should be proud. We can work on elongating sentences later down the line, but this is already pretty great!”

You take a moment, planning the pronunciation in your head before responding, “Thank you, Parker.”

“Peter,” he jumps to say, shrinking back slightly at his own eagerness, “Peter is fine, if you wanna call me that.”

“Piter,” you try the name on your tongue.

“I don’t think we’re saying it the same way,” he nods curtly, “but that’s okay! Doesn’t have to be perfect the first time.”

“I would like to try again,” you whisper his name to yourself a few times before repeating it aloud, “Peter…”

“Right! Wow, you’re so good at this already,” Peter turns to Tony, who’s doing a poor job of pretending he wasn’t listening to the pair, “Isn’t she smart, Mr. Stark?”

“Coming from you, kid? That’s a big compliment.”

“I think it’s well-deserved,” he gives you a chuckle, “I really mean it, you’re good at this and this is just a few days into working on your accent.”

“You think so?” there’s a wave of sheepishness that comes with Peter’s attention, with his wide-eyed, all-believing stares that leads you to scratch at the back of your neck, “Good. I would not enjoy to be a bother for long.”

“Not a bother, at all. I like spending time with you, even if it’s just to teach you about American accents.”

Tony closes his eyes and shakes his head, honestly not believing the words as they come out of his mouth, “You two live together, you could hang out whenever you want, kid.”

“Oh, yeah, huh?” Peter’s eyes seem to come alive again, “We should, then. Hang out, I mean. Outside of these accent lessons, unless you don’t want to.”

“No, no,” you feel a small, unfamiliar smile stretch over your own lips, “I vou- would. I would like that, very much.”

“Yep,” Tony slaps a stack of papers on the desk before beginning to make his exit, “Definitely have to work on those sentence frames, Captain Ivan.”

For the duration of Natasha’s absence, you’ve stopped coming to Bucky for lessons on Americanization. Sneaking off with Peter to the kitchen when you can.

"I used to think that melancholy was a vegetable."

"You're genius enough to catch Stark's attention, but thought melancholy was the name of vegetable?"

"Doesn't it sound like it though? Can you really tell me I'm wrong?"

"No, no, I can see it. Like celery and the uh, the one fruit. They had a baby."

"The one fruit?"

"The one, I forgot the word. Don't you have a word for дыня?"

"You do realize I have no idea what you just said, right?"

Sometimes to either of your rooms, or walking together around the perimeter of the building, or traversing through the little garden Wanda had been working hard on.

"Would you like some food? I'm ordering."

"I don't have any money, sorry."

"I did not ask if you had money, Peter. Do you want food or not?"

"But I can't pay you back and then I feel all icky on the inside part."

"Think of it as gift then, no paying back needed. Gift for being a good friend."

"Aw, you think I'm a good friend?"

"If I had to have a first friend, then I'm glad it was you. You're a good person, Peter. I'm glad we met."

"I'm really glad we met, too."

Little times set apart to spend time together that always begin as lessons.

"You ever heard of solipsism?"

"Maybe, what is it?"

"Uh, the belief that everything around you was created in your mind."

"Then yes, why, Peter?"

"Well, I just was thinking… You know, if everything around me is imaginary then you're the best thing I've ever come up with."

"Peter…"

"I'm sorry, was that too cheesy?"

"No, I just- it was really nice, actually. Thank you."

"Well, don't thank me, it's true."

Times that quickly morphed into discussions on Peter’s favorite movies or what little parts you miss of home.

"Would you ever go back? Like, to Russia?"

"Only if I had to. Too many poor memories there."

"What would be 'having to'?"

"If someone I really cared about needed me to. You or Natasha, mostly."

"You'd go back for me?"

"If you were in need of saving and I had to return to Russia to do it, yes, I'd go back."

"That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

"Peter, it is quite actually the bare minimum in terms of saving you."

Nobody expected it to last longer than the time that Natasha was gone - she was like a big sister to you, a safeplace when the Tower felt cold. So, when she came home and you didn’t re-glue yourself to her hip - people were quick to notice.

“I didn’t think Parker could get worse,” Sam noted under his breath, “But there he is, digging underneath the bar.”

Truly, Sam could’ve just looked away - but it was hard to do that when he was watching Peter fucking Parker, the littlest Avenger, try to win a game of footsies with you at the kitchen island. It’d be a cute sight if Sam weren’t the one having to see it.

“I’m staying out of it,” Bucky shook his head, staring down at the table as he pushed his food around his plate, “I haven’t been hungry since they got in here.”

Suddenly, Peter stands, “You’re low on coffee,” he points down at your mug before moving around the counter to the pot, “Do you want more? Just, while I’m up and here.”

“I hate that kid,” Sam shook his head, standing up and starting out of the kitchen, “I hope she rejects his ass.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Steve muttered, “In a way only an ex-Widow could manage.”

“She would’ve eaten him alive on the field, you know?” Bucky shook his head as he watched Peter contently refill your coffee and you give a rare smile only he and Natasha ever really knew, “I miss those days.”

“You try so hard to content me…” you begin, unaware of the conversation behind you, and tap your fingers on the counter’s marble, “Why?”

“You seem nice,” he shrugs, deflating when all you shoot him with in return is a skeptical look, “You do - you are. I like spending time with you.”

Before he can scold himself, you’re smiling again, patting his shoulder, “Thanks, Peter, you’re reassuring. I will be training with Nat if you need me.”

Peter expected a lot of things in his life - joint pain when he’s old, to be an Avenger with Mr. Stark, for missions to not always go perfectly, but gaining a crush on a girl who, admittedly, kind of intimidated him, wasn’t one of those things. But, also admittedly, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome, he’s noticed. He waits for Steve to make his exit before turning in his stool to face the only other man left in the room.

“Hey, Mr. Barnes?”

“Oh my- what?”

“You know Miss Romanoff, right?”

“Nat?”

“No, that’s Ms. Romanoff.”

“You mean ученик?”

“Sure, yeah, that’s what you guys call her.”

“Why are you calling her ‘Romanoff’, that’s not her last name at all.”

“No, but she’s like Ms. Romanoff's sister, or daughter, or something, so it fit. Anyway, do you know her?”

“Yes, Parker, obviously I know her.”

“Well, I think I may or may not like her like more than a friend, a lot, and I was wondering if you knew what she was into? Like date-wise… or gift-wise… or hey, even partner-wise, if she talks about that, ever.”

“She doesn’t and please don’t involve me in this. Go ask Nat.”

And so, Peter does ask Nat.

He makes up an excuse about wanting to be more agile on the field to drag her away from you before popping the question, “Do you think she likes me?”

Natasha doesn’t need clarification, she’s seen the way Peter looks at you whenever you’re around each other. It’s sweet. It’s like he’s seeing a full moon for the first time. He’s so attentive and soft towards you. Sure, the dynamic of a gentle-natured superhero from Queens and a Russian ex-Widow, current Avenger-in-training is a little strange, but she’s all for it if it means you’re happy. You’re like the little sister she so desperately wants back.

“She might,” the redhead shrugs, “Poor ученик isn’t so open with her feelings, kid. I can barely get her to open up about what she thought about dinner let alone her feelings towards the others,” when the boy’s face drops, she tilts him by the chin to meet her eyes, “That being said, I’ll talk to her. She’s a lot nicer to you than she is with the rest of the team so I wouldn’t kill that hope so fast.”

Peter barely manages to smother down a smile before nodding, giving an awkward thumbs up, and racing back down the hall, a “Thanks, Ms. Romanoff!” echoing after him.

Nat purses her lips in thought of who could be able to help her. Who was nosy enough and bothersome enough to try and set up two teenagers?

“Hey,” Tony pointed to the group of Natasha, Wanda, Bucky, and yourself on the couch, “Red Scare, in the training room.”

“Vh- Which one of us are you referring to?”

The man simply tapped the door frame with a nod, “Five minutes or I’m docking your missions.”

“He can’t do that,” Bucky shook his head, eyes narrowing as realization sat in, “Can he?”

And so, in under five minutes, the quartet found themselves in the training room with Tony.

“Underoos needs some training with fighting tactics known to HYDRA - so, who here wants to be the helpful little hero to do that?”

You look between the others, quirking a brow and shaking your head, “HYDRA is not a hub of top secret fighting techniques, it would be like pairing Peter with anybody else.”

“Sounds like you need to get familiar with other fighting styles then,” Natasha tuts, “I’ve let you off too easy just training with me.”

“I literally fight Steve and Thor all the time, there isn’t much difference just because he’s American,” you narrow your eyes at the woman, “If you both are up to something just admit it now.”

“No, no, there’s definitely a difference,” Bucky pitches in - though clearly not content with being roped into the mess of getting Parker a girlfriend, “He’s all in-your-face and forceful, you’re more like sneak-and-stab.”

“Because I am spy and he is fighter!” you shout, looking to Wanda with wide eyes, “Am I being the specific one? I feel as though I am not being the specific one.”

Wanda feels guilt run through her veins as she shrugs, actively knowing she’s aiding in tricking you, “You should give it a try. For comparison reasons.”

“You’re all making me feel crazy and I do not like it, I am at least a little certain this is a form of manipulation.”

“You’re a spy, you should be able to tell,” Bucky pats your back, “Anyway, I’m busy - you have to fight the kid.”

“Vision and I had a dinner reservation,” Wanda ducks out of the room quickly.

Tony points at you with raised brows, “You got it then, Xenia Onatopp?”

“I- “ you sigh and throw your hands up in defeat, “I suppose I do.”

A few minutes later, Peter is shoved into the training room while you stuff on a pair of gloves - eyes sliding over to the doorway to look at his jumpy form. You scoff, “They are up to something and I feel like I know what.”

“What? What - what do you mean?” Peter nervously crosses his arms and tilts his head, “Up to what?”

“Peter,” you raise a brow at him in question, “do you expect me to believe you are dumb? They are making us spend time together like this, what could that possibly mean?”

His mouth opens and closes, eyes avoiding your gaze like it’s deadly, “Who knows, honestly?”

Shaking your head, you begin removing your gloves, “Okay then, do not talk to me until you are ready to tell the truth.”

“Wait!” Peter latches onto your hand as you pass him by the doorway, “Wait, wait, wait… I- I’m sorry. I just really like you and so I asked Ms. Romanoff for help and I didn't think that she’d team up with Mr. Stark because nothing really good comes from Mr. Stark meddling in things other than tech and saving the world, but she did and they did this. I would’ve said something but you’re just really cool and I was scared you wouldn’t like me back so I tried to see if Ms. Romanoff could test the waters for me.”

“You see where that was a mistake, right?” you reach up, brushing your hand through Peter’s bangs, “I do like you, Peter. A lot. So I would appreciate you being upfront with me rather than looking through Natasha for answers.”

“Right, and I’m sorry- “

“Was honest mistake, Peter, do not worry any longer.”

“Are you sure?”

“Would not have said so if I wasn’t. I do not like your worry.”

Peter wrought his hands together, lips pursed, "Can we not pretend to train and just hang out then?"

"Are you certain you do not want me to kick your ass?"

“Well, now that you said that I feel pressure to prove that you won’t,” Peter shook his head and sighed, “I’m okay with taking a loss today.”

“You didn’t even try, didn’t even initiate.”

“So I’m the bad guy cuz I don’t wanna get my ass kicked, okay,” the boy sarcastically muttered before laying his back against the wall and sliding down to the floor, “Hey, you’re bilingual, right?” at your nod of confirmation, he continued, “What language do you think in? Russian?”

You pondered the question before shrugging, “I’m not even sure I think.”

---

“So,” Natasha looks between the two, “how was the training?”

“Awful,” Peter shakes his head, “Hated it.”

“Right… and you, ученик?”

You look over to Peter, his subtle grin and fidgety movements, before shrugging, “He’s a child,” you sigh, “Terrible.”

“Oh, is that so?” Natasha squints between the two of you.

You both nod in unison, “Definitely.”

“Anyway,” you cut in quickly, “we are off to ask Thor to let us try and lift Mjolnir. Please, don’t meddle in teenagers who have will-they-won’t-they scenarios, just let us be awkward about it.”

“What she said,” Peter grinned broadly before gently tapping his finger against your hand and withholding a small cheer when you intertwined your hand with his and led him through the halls to find Thor.

He was almost scared how much he enjoyed the feeling of your hand in his, something so small and inconsequential and yet it made his heart flutter all the same.

“This is nice,” he lifts up your hands briefly.

“I would hope so,” you tease, “I like it, though, is cute, no?”

“It is. Definitely is. I think so.”

“I do, too. We should do it more often.”

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker fic #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #peter x you #peter x reader #idk if the length of this gives it away #but i really like the idea of peter and his russian murder girlfriend

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honeygingergemini · 5 years ago

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Henlo! Can I request Steve 'punishing' you by giving you a nice spanking? If you don't do smut then can I get a cute first date? Thank you🙏🙏

Okay hi :)))))) i didn’t expect to get a request at all so i was super excited and nervous. I hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry it took so long I was trying to figure out what you’d be punish for and little things like that. Steve is kinda dark and monotoned with minimal lines in this but that’s how imagine him giving a punishment. it’s my second attempt at smut so all feedback is welcomed!!! Im really bad at beginnings and endings so bare with me Also PLEASE excuse my english it’s not my first language so yeah here it is again i hope you like it. :)))

Warnings: Spanking and Mentions of sweat

Word count: 1.9k

I Didn’t Mean It.

You feel a drop of liquid leave your nose and touch your thigh. Unsure if it’s your tears or your sweat but you don’t move. Only one thing runs through your mind as you wait for Steve.

You didn’t mean it.

You had been kneeling on the floor of your shared bedroom for hours now. At first it was easy. You would count the minutes but as the uneasy feeling in your stomach started to spread to other parts of your body, and the temperature of the room created a dampness across your body, your mind was fuzzy and you could only think of Steve. Wherever he is, he must be so mad.

You hadn’t meant it. You’re usually so good. you follow his rules, before you do anything his stern face would pop up in your mind deterring you from doing something you’d regret, you're unsure why today felt different. As if your body is thinking the same thing a shudder runs through you. A determined line of sweat leaves the nape of your neck and travels the arch of your back.

Where is he?

You couldn’t take the torture. You knew this wasn’t your punishment. At least not all of it. Steve runs a tight ship, he has no tolerance for bullshit. You knew this and yet you still decided to disobey him. It hadn’t been on purpose. For whatever reason Steve had decided to change your normal routine and without question you agreed. You had almost lost yourself on the train when you realized you didn’t break one rule you had broken three. You were on your way rushing home but it was too late. You had already been caught. The phone ringing in your hand almost seemed like a death sentence. You knew better than to let him wait any longer.

“H-Hello Captain.” you stuttered awaiting his voice.

“What did I tell you?” Was all he said and you instantly felt fear.

“I’m sorry I lost track of-”

“I didn’t ask you that.” you heard slight shuffling in the background. “What did I tell you?”

“Don’t break any rules ever. There will never be an exception for making Captain mad.” You whisper in a hushed tone.

“Find your ass home. Now.” He hung up before you could even reply. You were already on the train back to your place but you couldn’t contain yourself. You started crying. Steve was a hard ass but with reason. A lot has changed in his world and he needed stability. He needed control and you were that for him. You tried so hard to stay in place, rarely ever slipping up this big. By the time you got home, the apartment was freezing. The clock read 9:15 and you already knew what to do. Though punishments with you were rare, they were extremely memorable. Imprinted so deep in your mind that whenever you wanted to step out of line you didn’t.

You follow the preset routine for punishments as if he’s right behind you. Sometimes you almost feel like he’s lurking behind the corner, watching you. He hadn’t explicitly said you would be punished, but with the tone in his voice you didn’t want to take any more chances. You make your way to your room hissing at the frigid feeling. You made sure the room was clean before removing all of your clothes and putting them away neatly. He was a stickler for tidiness.

You take your place at the foot of the king sized bed and kneel. Your knees burned from the texture of the rug beneath you. You hadn’t realized it at first, but he was controlling the temperature. The once frosty room has now resembled a sauna. You were on alert, hyper aware of everything since your phone call with Steve, and you were starting to resent yourself.

How could you be so stupid. He only gives you simple rules to follow and you can’t even do-

Your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar sound of your door alarm. He’s home. The floors begin to moan underneath his bulky body. He’s moving around the apartment but he isn’t talking. Your body is vibrating, awaiting what will happen next. The sound of your chamber door opens and Steve stalks through. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. Not that you expect him too.

He moves around the room removing his day and getting into the shower all while not acknowledging your presence at all. The shower water stops and so does your heart. He comes out of the bathroom dressed and sits in the large arm chair in the corner of the room. Your eyes are casted downward but you can feel his eyes boring into your naked body. He sits there unwavering for what seems like hours. Each minute under his scrutiny feels like an eternity.

“Stand up.” you follow his command quickly standing on shaky legs.

“Come to me.” You wobble over to Steve stopping right before him still not looking him in the eyes. You inhale sharply when you feel his finger trace the invisible passageway from your clavicle down your sternum before finally resting at your navel. Your shutter as he circles it.

“Look at me.” For the first time tonight you look at Steve’s face and your heart drops. Disappointment.

You want to speak so badly. Plead your case but you know that will only anger him farther. So you search his eyes hoping to show how remorseful you feel for letting him down. You hoped your eyes delivered the message your words could not.

I didn’t mean it.

“On the bed.” His clipped words increase your heart rate. As you make your way over to the bed he follows you. “Kneel.” You kneel on the edge of the bed and await him. Cool metal comes in contact with your wrist causing you to turn your head. A swift pop is given to the side of your face leaves you trembling.

“Eyes forward.” Not wanting to add to your existing punishment you follow instructions. The light clicks of handcuffs follow his words and your heart drops.

“I’m very surprised at your behavior today doll.” he rubs down your liquid covered arms. “You’re usually so good to me.”

I am good for you. I’m so sorry.

“Bend over baby.” You shutter. His kind words service to deceive you of what is actually to come. Your position is compromising, your hands are locked behind your back. Your face is to the plush mattress and your bum is high and mighty.

“Thirty hits. No noise. If I hear a peep out of you, I’m starting over. Okay?” You nod with understanding. Steve pulls the large leather covered paddle from the drawer. Small round metal studs cover the paddle specially made for pain. He waves the paddle around rotating his wrist to adjust his body to the extending member. “Ready?”

I’m so sorry.

The first round of hits take a lot out of you. You know he wasn’t hitting you hard but . He raises the paddle high in the air and brings it down quickly leaving you winded. You press your lips together firmly willing all sounds to remain inside in your chest. You had lost track of the number of hits around 13. Your mind was in a deep concentration only remembering one thing.

I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.

“Five more…” He pokes at the raw skin of your back side. You so badly wanted to hiss at the pain but instead you bite on your tongue to distract yourself. You don’t want him to start over. “Is there anything you want to say to me.”

“I’m so sorry-” you rushed words were interrupted by the paddle running into you backside at pressure harder than the rest. That still doesn’t deter you from apologizing. “Captain, I’m sorry…” smack. “I didn’t mean too- ugh” another smack. “I’m still not used to the-” smack. That last smack took a lot after and your voice cracks as your pleas spill past your lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” your words were breathless.

“Shhh… baby I know, I know. You did so good” He peppers soft kisses to your back even though it’s covered in sweat.

“I’m so sorry Captain, I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, I know.” He reassures you understanding your dazed state “Let's get you in a bath, okay baby?” He uncuffs you and carries you to the bathroom. The usually cold surface of the sink is surprisingly warm serving as aid to your tender skin. You watch as Steve silently moves around the bathroom preparing you a warm bath. He’s like this after any session between the both of you, but he’s especially sweet after a punishment. You weren’t sure when Steve made his way over to the sink’s counter, but you weren’t complaining. His callused hands lightly trace your skin as his lips press soft but firm kisses into your face.

“How do you feel?” He always asked. Always. You think about your answer unsure if you can answer honestly. “Answer as you feel.”

“I…” take a deep breath. “I forgot about the change, that’s no excuse, but that’s what happened. I’m sorry I didn’t check in with you, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to greet you when you came home.”

“But how do you feel?” he brushes your soft curls away from your forehead. His lips meet your forehead and you sigh.

“Sore and guilty.” As you’re speaking he’s lowering the both of you into a warm water. Your muscles release the tension they’ve been holding on to and you allow yourself to melt into the body surrounding you. Your arms wrap loosely around his torso as he slowly rubs your tender bottom. Soon your legs follow suit and mimic your arms. Soft kisses on your body soon morphe into desperate mouth kisses. Your lower body moves at its own accord grinding on top of Steve's cock and a moan passed through you to him.

“Please Sir.” you sigh hoping your punishment is over. it is. Steve aligns himself with you and pushes into you slowly. He’s mindful of your current state, giving light open mouth kisses to your body and you feel hot. His hips roll into your velvet opening as you cry out.

“mmhhmmm” You moan wishing the profanity running through you mind could be said instead.

“Let go whenever you want to angel, you earned it.” With that he leans back and allows you to work for your reward. Your body jerks giving hints to your upcoming orgasm. His finger plays with your special button that leaves you seeing white. A soft sob leaves your lips and your body turns to mush against his broad chest.

Steve takes a hold of you, pistoning his hips upward. Water spills over the rim of the tub, but Steve doesn’t seem to care. His only concern is chasing his nut. His hips falter as his orgasm over takes him and he’s a sight to see. His golden hair is damp with mist. His head was tilted up to the heavens. His eyes were shut softly with his lashes fanning his cheeks almost as if he were sleeping. His mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ as he shoots his load into you. The hands on your waist hold you tight making sure you feel him deep. And you did. You feel him deep and love him deeper.

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hopes4gf · 4 years ago

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Thievery and Mischief- (a descendants/marvel crossover)

After the tour, I decide to pay a little visit to my friends at Auradon Prep, Tia and Tavian, my favorite twins from Louisiana and drama club captains.

”Yo, Adri! What’s up?” Tavian says.

”Long time no see, how y’all doing?” I ask.

”Good now that there’s some peace and quiet,” Tia says, looking up towards the top of the stage.

”Not my fault you guys are so boring,” A voice says from the rafters.

I look up and see a guy with large wings, almost like a bird’s.

He stares at me, his eyes widening and suddenly he swoops down.

“Holy crap, you’re Adri Ababwa. I’m a big fan,” The guy says now standing in front of me.

”Nice wings man,” I say.

”Thanks, I grew them myself. Mutant powers y’know?” Angel says.

”Mutants?” I ask.

”My dad is a fairy, my mom is a sorceress. I’m Angel, by the way,” He says.

”Angel...by any chance are you the Bell twins’ cousin?” I ask.

He nods.

”They talk about you all the time, I see why now,” I say.

”It’s rare to see mutants in families. Some have wings, have claws in their hands, can shapeshift, that’s probably why I look up to you,” Angel says.

”Cause I can shapeshift into a tiger?” I ask.

”Exactly,” Angel says.

Tia and Tavian stare at us confusedly.

”Power talk,” I say.

The bell rings and the twins collect their things.

”Ooh, Tia! When’s the next time your mom can make me some of her famous gumbo?” I ask.

”If you come with me now, we can stop by her restaurant,” Tia says.

I turn to Angel.

”Wanna come?” I ask.

”Sure,” Angel says.

————

After meeting Angel, I learned some things about mutants and their abilities. This lesson was pretty enlightening and made me feel like I wasn't alone with my curse.

Later, I get a call from a number I don't recognize while walking through the gardens. I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I say through the phone.

"Hey, Adri. It's been a while," A familiar voice says through the phone.

I recognize the voice to be Stefani, or Lady Gaga through the phone.

"Oh my gosh, Stefani! It's such an honor to talk to you again," I say happily.

I sit under the usual gossip tree to take the call.

"I know. Anyways, darling, I have a little project for you. You're someone who I love and hold dear as an artist, so I want to collaborate with you on a couple of songs for a movie I'm producing a soundtrack for," Stefani says.

"You want to collaborate with me for a motion picture soundtrack?" I ask.

"Mark Ronson is also gonna help and a couple of people from my team too. I was also looking in the credits for your album and I saw your boyfriend did the mixing for a couple of songs. I was hoping you and him might want to tag along on this," Stefani adds.

"I'm sure he would e happy to, but for now all I can say is yes to you on my own behalf. I would absolutely love to," I say with a smile.

"Great! I'll text you meeting details on Friday," Stefani says.

"Great!" I say.

I hang up the phone and giggle. I feel like screaming for joy. So many great things are happening! I guess that's what happens when you hit rock-bottom, you only go up from there. And now, everything is looking up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walk to the gym where I find Jay with Lonnie and the rest of the fencing team.

”Take a break, boys!” Lonnie says, blowing her new captain’s whistle.

Jay spots me by the doors and walks over with a smile on his face.

”Hey, babe,” He greets.

Before he can kiss me, I put my finger over his lips.

”We have songs to write for Gaga,” I say with a smile.

Jay’s smile drops.

”Gaga? As in, Lady Gaga? Grammy award winner, Gaga?” Jay asks.

”She just called me and she wants us to write her songs for a movie,” I say.

Jay smiles widely and lifts me of the ground, hugging me tightly.

“Jesus, why didn’t you tell me sooner? That’s great! What if we win as Oscar or a Grammy or even a Teen choice award? I’m so proud of you,” Jay rants.

I laugh at his reaction to the news.

”Why is Jay smiling like that?” Lonnie asks, coming up to us.

”We get to write music for Lady Gaga,” Jay says proudly.

Lonnie’s jaw drops.

”Congratulations! You deserve it for making such good songs for her album,” Lonnie says, patting Jay’s shoulder.

”Nah, the real mastermind is Adri. Her lyrics and her voice made the songs much more beautiful,” Jay says.

I blush softly and punch his arm shyly.

”Shut up,” I mutter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After Jay’s practice, we follow Lonnie to Coach Jenkin’s office.

”There's my favorite captains!” Coach says.

“Oh shush, we know we’re good,” I say with a smirk.

I first bump Lonnie.

”Speaking of Captains, I got word of your schedule changes,” He says, pointing to me and Jay.

”Even though these changes have been made, I still think you’d be able to advise your teams. Especially you, Jay, since Ben is out of action,” Coach explains.

”Are you promoting me?” Jay asks.

”I’m making you Captain of the Tourney team, Jay,” Coach says.

Jay’s jaw drops.

”No way,” Jay says in shock.

“Looks like things are looking up, JJ,” I say with a smile.

Jay’s mouth morphs into a smirk.

”Damn right,” He says.

Coach gives us a soft smile.

”You guys can celebrate or something, but on Monday, I expect you all to adjust,” Coach says.

”Yeah,” We all agree.

Suddenly, the announcements go off.

”Adri Ababwa, please report to Fairy Godmother’s office,” The announcement says.

”Did you get your skateboard taken again?” Jay asks.

”How many times are you gonna get that thing confiscated?” Lonnie asks, rolling her eyes.

”It’s in my locker, chill. I have no idea,” I say, getting up from my seat.

I walk through the door and walk to the office.

I walk into the headmistress’s office and I see Mal and Ben with Fairy Godmother.

”Long time no see,” I say to Ben and Mal.

”Glad you’re here,” Ben says, hugging me.

”We called you here because Mal has a proposal for you,” Fairy Godmother explains.

“Rogers stepped down from his position,” Mal says.

My smile fades. Steve Rogers? Family friend, Avengers, Steve?

”Steve stepped down from Captain? Why?” I ask.

“He and Tony had a dispute after Voltron in Germany. I’ve tried to keep a temporary position since Uma came into the Isle, but we need more troops. I think you’d be the best for it because of your powers and experience. And plus, you're already trusted on the court,” Mal explains.

”Mal, I’d be honored to. But I have to find a way to fit it into my schedule. The only free time I have is around now,” I say.

”So, then you can clock in at 5 and finish at 8,” Ben says.

”It's an intensive training role. You’d pick up recruits, train them, and go to the dungeons,” Ben says.

”Not bad,” I think.

”Fine, I’ll do it,” I say.

”Thank you so much,” Mal says with a smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walk into the base of operations and spot a familiar face. Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, and newest Avenger.

”Hey, metal arm,” I joke.

”Thank god you’re here,” Bucky says, spotting me.

He gives me a side hug.

”What the hell is wrong with Steve?” I ask him.

”Steve doesn’t agree with the new laws set by Rhodes and the Marshall. Since Sokovia, they wanna add restrictions on our powers because of the explosion and because of that telekinesis girl,” Bucky says.

”I mean they did destroy the city too,” I mention.

”The reason for Tony’s nightmares,” Bucky recalls.

”He has nightmares?” I ask.

”Yeah, if Loki ever comes back, he’ll have a malfunction,” Bucky says.

”Let’s hope that his arc reactor surgery saves him,” I say.

Bucky laughs, remembering he doesn’t have a heart.

”Anyways, let me show you around. So, this is the center of the base, here we have our tanks, our fake grenades, our armory, and training center,” Bucky explains.

”And the troops?” I ask.

”I think that’s your job to cause the first commotion,” Bucky says, handing me a grenade.

”Watch this, grandpa,” I say, taking the grenade from his hands.

I toss the grenade into a group of guys.

They all huddle near the grenade trying to cover it and push each other away.

”Hey! What the hell are you sons if bitches doing? If you see an enemy grenade, you take cover!” I yell.

”The hell is this bitch?” One of the guys asks.

”Bitch? I’m not anyone’s bitch, and for the record, I’m your new Captain,” I say.

The troops all mutter and scoff at each other.

”Go home, kid! You’re kidding yourself if you think you’re gonna train us,” Another guy says.

”What’re your names?” I ask the guys.

They both look at me like I’m dumb.

”I’m Jack. This is Lio,” Jack says.

”I’m promoting you,” I say.

They both look at each other in shock.

”Both of you are now my Lieutenants. You’re gonna spend the majority of training by my side. Whoever are Lieutenants, you’re demoted. If there’s anything I know about being a soldier, you’d fight any fight or anyone to make it to the top. As I train each of you, you must be following my direct orders only. I will watch you all carefully and see if any of you demonstrate proper soldiers' skills. That will determine if you are my second in command. New recruits will all be promoted in place of older ones. As long as you keep up with your task, you’re safe. Any bullshit, you’re out, understand?” I say.

”Yes ma’am,” The Troops say.

I grab a sword from a barrel and I throw it at Lio.

”Get to work,” I order.

The troops go to their assigned positions and Lio and Jack come towards me.

”Who the hell are y-“ Lío starts.

”Bro, that's Adri Ababwa,” Jack explains.

”The artist?” Lio asks.

“Yeah, I’m a huge fan and I’m so fucking sorry about the way I acted earlier,” Jack apologizes.

”It’s fine, I don’t take shit personally. At least anymore,” I say.

”Bruh, you called her a bitch,” Lio comments.

”Shut up,” Jack mutters.

”Listen, I can already tell you two are friends. So please make this easy for me and shut the fuck up and listen,” I say honestly.

”You know you remind me a lot of Rogers,” Jack says.

”We’re friends,” I say.

”You’re friends with Steve Rogers?” Lio asks.

”Yes, now listen up. We’re gonna do some tactical work. You’re gonna go through the grass here with your rifles, your gonna shoot three birds and bring them to me. Got it?” I order.

”Yes ma’am,” They say.

They then pick up their rifles and crouch through the grass.

They miss every shot when birds pass by. One of them lands on Lio’s head and he coos the bird. I roll my eyes at his action. Then, Jack shoots two birds at once. My eyes widen at his shot. They fall into the grass and he picks them up. Lio shoots a bird and it falls slowly.

”That's one big bird,” Lio comments.

As it falls to the ground I notice it’s not a bird.

“Are fucking stupid? That’s a human, not a bird!” Jack shouts.

I run quickly under the person and they fall in my arms.

”Angel? Jesus, are you okay?” I realize.

The metal winged man winces in pain. I realize his hip is bleeding.

”Lio, what the hell is wrong with you? You shot him in the ribs,” I say.

I place him in the grass and reach for Jack’s medkit. He hands it to me and I open it up. I take a pair of tweezers and some alcohol.

”Sit still,” I advise.

I pry the bullet from his hip slowly and Angel grits his teeth from the pain. The bullet comes out cleanly and I put alcohol on the wound and wrap it up.

”Can you fly?” I ask him.

”Sure,” Angel says.

He uses his wings to fly up straight.

”Now who the fuck mistook me for a hunting duck?” Angel asks.

Jack points to Lio.

”Come on, man,” Lío says exasperatedly to Jack.

”Terrible shot,” Angel comments.

Then he takes the gun from Lio’s hand and shoots a bird. The shot is clean and the bird falls quickly to the grass.

”That's how you shoot,” Angel says, picking up the bird from the grass.

He’s good. And he’s got those wings too.

“Hey, Angel? You got anything to do after school?” I ask him.

”No,” He scoffs.

”Would you be interested in being a troop?” I ask him.

”What?” Lio and Jack ask.

”Well, I’ve got nothing else to do,” Angel says.

I smirk and pat his shoulder.

Later, I give Angel his new uniform and make him another Lieutenant. We continue tactical shooting until sunset.

I then search the premises of the base and look at the other troops. They whisper and smirk as I pass by. Some troops, practice grenade launching, shooting positions, fencing. I think to myself:

”Maybe this is something Jay would be interested in hearing.”

I smirk to myself as I think about how successful Jay has been so far in his time in Auradon. I walk into the training center and spot Bucky talking to a troop.

”Hey, how was your first day?” Bucky asks.

”Could’ve been better, but it means progress,” I say with a soft smile.

”Good to know you’re a hard hitter instead of a soft princess. Kind of like your mom,” Bucky says.

”Don’t mention me and my mom in the same sentence, you 100-year-old soldier. That’s like putting you and Steve in the same sentence about ice,” I say, rolling my eyes.

”Shut the hell up,” Bucky says punching my arm with his regular fist.

”You ever punch me with your vibranium arm, I will kill you,” I warn.

Bucky laughs and leaves me alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One day at school, Angel and I decided to sit together at lunch. We talk about training and new things I could teach the troops. As we talk about ammunition I spot Jay talking to Ruby Fitzherberg, Rapunzel’s daughter. I see her pressing upon him and twirling her blonde hair. Jay uncomfortably tries to walk away.

”Oh god,” I say, rolling my eyes.

”God what?” Angel asks me.

”Jay is with Ruby,” I say.

”Ruby? The girl who slept with five guys at once? You better scoop your man before she gets him,” Angel advises.

”How do you know that?” I ask.

”What? I’m gay. Of course, I know,” Angel explains.

My eyes widen at his words.

”Huh?” I ask dumbfoundedly.

”I said what I said, I’m gay,” Angel says.

I blink in confusion and stand up from the bench.

I walk over to Jay and Ruby and sling my arm around his shoulder.

“Hey guys,” I say.

”Adri! Nice to see you after you dealt with Angel in the theatre,” Ruby says.

”You were there? I didn’t see you or hear your annoying voice,” I say with a smirk.

”I was just asking Jay whether or not he likes my new hair,” Ruby says flirtatiously towards Jay, ignoring my words.

”Um, it looks the same,” I say.

”That’s what I said,” Jay agrees.

”Come on, I cut it 4 inches!” Ruby says playfully hitting Jay’s arm.

”Excuse me, can you not put your hands on him?” I ask her.

”Why not?” Ruby asks.

”It’s super clear that he’s uncomfortable,” I say.

”No he’s not,” Ruby replies bitterly.

Ruby turns to Jay.

”Adri, can we go?” Jay asks.

”Gladly,” I say through gritted teeth.

I grab Jay’s arm and we walk back to my table.

”Who’s this?” Jay asks, seeing Angel.

”This is Lieutenant Angel, the guy Ruby was talking about,” I say.

”Jay. Jay Farr, I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Adri,” Jay says.

”I’ve heard a lot about you too,” Angel says.

”Anyways, you saw what I saw right?” I ask Angel.

”Um, obviously. Ruby has absolutely no self-control. Hey, I’m gay by the way and if you ever and I mean EVER dump her, you’re either getting a Louboutin heel to the face or a date with me,” Angel says.

I scoff at his remarks.

”What? He’s hot,” Angel compliments.

”Thanks, man but I have plans with this girl so...no thanks,” Jay says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

”Like I was saying, Ruby thinks she is all preppy and cool when she’s totally out of line for that shit,” I say to Angel.

”What did she do exactly?” Jay asks, peeking in the conversation.

”She was flirting with you- anyways I try to be sane one...”

”And you’re complaining why?” Jay asks in between my words.

Angel snickers to himself. I glare at Jay.

”You. Are. Mine. End of story,” I say through gritted teeth.

Jay laughs to himself after I speak.

“Jeez, you’re jealous! I didn’t actually think you’d slide into the conversation because of that,” Jay laughs.

”With your tendencies, it was so obvious that you were uncomfortable but when I walked over you played into it! It was so clear,” I say frustratedly.

Jay continues to laugh at my responses. I look over at Angel and rolls his eyes.

”She feels like your toying with her and she doesn’t like it,” Angel blurts out.

Jay stops laughing and his smile drops. He turns to see me.

I play with the underside of my nail, trying not to look at Jay.

”Is that true?” Jay asks.

”I don’t know. Maybe I just feel like at any moment you could be suddenly interested in some other girl who’s better than I am,” I mutter.

Jay puts a hand on my thigh and I turn to face him.

”Baby, why would I make plans with you if I didn’t love you or care about you enough to stay with you?” Jay asks.

I blush lightly and shrug.

”It’s because I think your worth every minute of my life,” Jay says sincerely.

I smile softly and I kiss his cheek.

”That's cute,” Angel says.

”Shut up,” I giggle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A month later,

”Tell me something, boy. Aren’t you tired try to- Fuck what rhymes with that?” I sing, stopping mid-way to think.

”Void?” Stefani suggests.

”Damn it, why is it so hard to write a love song without having the word love in it?” I ask exasperatedly.

”Cause it’s impossible?” Jay suggests.

”It is possible. We’ve just got two weeks to figure it out,” Stefani says, sitting back down in her chair.

Jay puts out his hand for me to pass him the guitar.

”How about we just repeat a couple of lines?” Jay says, receiving the guitar.

“Tell me something, boy, aren’t you tired of trying to fill that void?

or do you need more?” He starts.

”Aint it hard keeping it so hardcore?” Stefani finishes.

”Yes! That’s it,” I say, writing it down.

We’re about to finish the last song of the motion picture and we’re almost done. But the lyrics keep falling apart.

”Maybe Bradley should just come in here and help us,” I suggest.

We call in Stefani’s co-star, Bradley and he sits.

”What’s the dilemma?” He asks.

”We need more ears. So, how about it?” Jay asks.

Jay hands Bradley the guitar.

”Shit, I’ve only been in classes for a month,” Bradley hesitates.

”You can do it,” Stefani says confidently.

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Bradley starts to strum the chords of the song. I hand Stefani our brainstorm journal and they both look at our lyrics.

They sing the parts of the song effortlessly. At one part, Stefani improvises and nails the part.

They finish and Jay and I clap.

”That was movie magic at its finest! Now, let’s record it, mix it, and then off we go,” I say.

We all get up from our seats to start working on our parts.

Jay and I lay down the mixing and Bradley and Stefani record. And just for fun, Stefani plays a piano version and we end up recording that too.

Later that night, we come home absolutely exhausted.

I plop onto my dorm room bed and sigh. I look up at my ceiling and see the moonlight peeking through my curtain. The bed sinks and I turn to see Jay lying there next to me, looking at the curtains.

”Long days at work, huh?” Jay asks me.

”I took off training to do that, so, yes,” I say.

We both paused in silence for a minute.

”Hey,” Jay speaks up.

”Yeah?”

”Do you think we’ll get nominated for anything?” Jay asks.

”Probably,” I say, thinking out loud.

”You know. I’m glad you asked me to start making music with you. It’s like something I can remember about you...like our own special thing, you know?” Jay says.

”Yeah. By the way, Stefani was the one who asked for you. Not me,” I say.

”Really? I didn’t think that would ever happen,” Jay says in surprise.

I chuckle at his reaction. I turn to my side and wrap my arm around his body. He does the same, pulling me closer to his chest by gripping my waist.

”Baby, where do you see us in the next year?” Jay asks.

I furrow my brows in confusion.

”I mean. Do you think we’ll be together after senior year next year?” Jay asks.

”I mean, we’ve had no problems with our career schedules so far. Sure we had the situation with Lonnie but luckily I’m that wasn’t real,” I say.

Jay laughs at my recollection.

”I’m sorry for that,” Jay chuckles.

”I know. Anyways, I actually believe we could be traveling, making songs, doing couples interviews and photoshoots, and maybe I can have you come to Agrabah and convince my parents to help us get married?” I suggest.

”Married? You wanna marry me?” Jay asks.

”I mean, we need a new heir in the bloodline. And I don’t think Aziz wants to settle down or rule the kingdom yet,” I say.

Jay chuckles to himself for a minute. He scoops down and places a kiss on my forehead.

”Why can’t we do that now then?” Jay asks.

My eyes widen at his words. I blink twice adjusting to his reaction.

”You wanna do all that now?” I ask him.

”Why not? If that means I get to spend the rest of my life with your crazy ass? Definitely,” Jay agrees.

A smile morphs on my face and I jump up to get my phone.

I dial my mom’s number.

”Ma, it’s Adri. We’ve gotta make some plans...”

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anubislover · 5 years ago

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One Hell of A Ride

( It takes a lot more than a pretty face to lure Ikkaku away from her duties. However, when that pretty face comes attached to a hot, shirtless Portgas D. Ace along with a sweet ride, well, who could blame her for being a bit reckless?)

Growing up, Ikkaku’s grandfather had regaled her with wild stories about the Grand Line. Storms that came out of nowhere, monstrous sea beasts, mysterious islands, and, of course, pirates. He’d particularly relished telling the tales of Whitebeard—how he could shatter mountains with a blink, would start wars if you so much as looked at his sons, regularly kidnapped unsupervised children to add to his crew, and was tall enough to peer through the second-story windows of seaside cottages to ensure that curly-haired little girls were sound asleep in their beds and not reading mechanic manuals under the covers.

Looking up at the towering form of Edward Newgate himself, she decided that Gramps hadn’t been exaggerating that last part. And given the size of his crew, she was seriously starting to consider the kidnapping claims might have some truth to them, too.

If it were up to her, she wouldn’t even be on the deck of the Moby Dick, however the Heart Pirates had found themselves crossing paths with the Whitebeard Pirates a month after entering the Grand Line. Marco the Phoenix, recognizing Law as both a fellow doctor and the user of the Ope Ope no Mi, had requested that he give the Yonko a check-up since he was demanding a second opinion. For her part, Ikkaku was only brought along in case any of his medical equipment malfunctioned.

So, while Law Scanned Whitebeard and discussed the man’s extensive medical history, the mechanic busied herself with watching the waves and fighting off boredom. A cheerful man named Thatch had made polite small talk, but the rest of the crew, while not hostile, seemed more interested in keeping an eye on her captain in case he decided to cause trouble. The Surgeon of Death had earned himself quite the reputation in the North Blue, and there were plenty of cocky upstarts like him who would try to make a name for themselves by attempting to assassinate Whitebeard. With Law’s powers, he could quite possibly do it, too. So she couldn’t blame them for being cautious.

Just as she started an internal debate with herself over whether she found the uniforms the nurses on board wore sexy or sexist, movement on the horizon caught her eye.

It started as a small dot with a thin white streak behind it, but it gradually grew larger the closer it got until Ikkaku could see that it was a small, extremely fast boat. Honestly, it was more like a surfboard with a sail than a raft, being long and nearly flat. Ordinarily, Ikkaku’s eyes would be glued to the attractive, shirtless man standing on it, but instead drawn to the flames at his feet and what appeared to be an engine of some kind behind him.

Gramps’ stories had definitely never described a boat like that.

“Looks like Ace is back,” Thatch said from beside her, noticing what had captured the young woman’s attention. He gave a knowing snigger. “I’d be happy to introduce you, if you’d like.”

Her eyes widened a bit at the name. She’d heard of Fire Fist Ace—a rookie that made a name for himself so quickly that he’d earned a bounty of 550,000,000 belli and turned down the offer of becoming a Shichibukai within the first few years of his pirate career. Ikkaku was no pirate groupie, but she’d certainly noticed his wanted poster whenever they stopped at taverns and the like. Mainly because it was usually surrounded by ladies sighing wistfully. Not that she could blame them—he was a handsome man, and she’d yet to find a picture of him where he wasn’t shirtless.

Before she could properly answer, the man had pulled up beside the ship, all but vanishing behind the curvature of the Moby Dick’s broad hull. Ikkaku practically hung over the railing, trying to catch another glimpse of the boat and its sailor. Luckily Thatch was there to grab her by the back of her boiler suit, pulling her away just as Ace launched himself upwards in a bust of flame, vaulting over the rail and landing neatly on the spot she’d just vacated.

Seeing him up close, it was clear that the wanted posters didn’t do him justice. For starters, he looked like some kind of rugged model rather than a pirate. Wavy black hair framed his pale face, perfectly matching his obsidian eyes. The freckles that dotted his cheeks should have made him look childish, but instead they simply added a boyish charm to his grinning face. His shoulders were broad and muscular, supporting toned arms, one of which sported a rather interesting tattoo. Cargo shorts hung criminally low on his narrow hips, and if Ikkaku didn’t know better, she’d say he was sporting an eight-pack. He held himself with a natural confidence that bordered on cockiness, but given his bounty and reputation, it was probably justified.

Letting the awestruck mechanic go, Thatch strolled over to the man and gave him a hearty slap on the back. “Welcome home, Ace. You’re just in time to see Pops argue with trained medical professionals over his health again.”

“I’d hate to miss that,” he replied with a carefree grin, flicking up the brim of his orange cowboy hat. “It’s good to be home. And I see we’ve got some newbies,” he added, eyes landing on Ikkaku. He gave a polite bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to the family. What’s your name?”

Ikkaku’s jaw dropped, taken aback by his unexpected politeness and his assumption. “Huh? Oh, we’re not—”

“They’re just visitors,” Thatch said, winking at her. “For now. Wouldn’t be surprised if Pops decides to adopt them, though.”

“Yeah, once he’s made up his mind, you’re family,” Ace agreed with a cheerful laugh.

“Whether you like it or not,” Thatch added, elbowing him in the side, which only made him laugh harder. “You two have fun—I’ve got to go get dinner ready, especially since we’ve got so many visitors.”

The moment they were left alone, Ikkaku found herself once more looking over the side of the ship, wondering where the boat had gone. Was there a mooring station Ace had tied it to? A secret door in the hull?

“So, can I get that name?” Ace asked, raising an eyebrow pointedly as he leaned his hip against the railing.

A little embarrassed at her inadvertent rudeness, she quit her search and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Oh, yeah, sorry. It’s Ikkaku of the Heart Pirates,” she replied, holding out her hand to shake. Briefly, she considered bowing like he had, but it felt far too formal for her. Besides, Gramps had always told her that a handshake was the best way to get the measure of a man—test his grip strength, feel the callouses on his palm, see if he thinks he’s too good to touch common working folk.

Without hesitation, the pirate grasped her hand, shaking firmly as he looked directly into her eyes. “Pleasure to meet you, Ikkaku. I’m Portgas D. Ace.” His hand was warm and rough, the skin dry due to his flame powers. She could feel hard callouses on his palm and fingers, indicating that he put in his share of work and didn’t just laze about. And his grip was firm, but not crushing, matching hers equally. It was a good sign in her books—men had both tried to squeeze too hard as an intimidation tactic and held it too delicately because they underestimated her.

When he let go, he crossed his arms over his hard pectorals and leaned casually against the railing, though his eyes were keen and curious as they studied her. “So, what brings Ikkaku of the Heart Pirates into the company of the Whitebeard Pirates?”

She nodded her head towards Law, Marco, and Whitebeard, who appeared to be in deep discussion. “Marco asked my boss to give your captain a check-up.”

“Well, that explains what he’s doing here, but what about you? You the Surgeon of Death’s bodyguard?” he teased.

The corner of her mouth curled upwards. It didn’t feel like he was mocking her strength or potential combat prowess. After all, while there wasn’t an overabundance of female pirates, those that made it to the Grand Line had to be tough as nails. His amusement was clearly at the very idea that a man like Law would need a bodyguard. “Scarier. His mechanic.”

From the way his eyes widened a bit, it was obvious that her answer caught him off-guard, but his grin never faltered. “Yeah? Don’t meet a lot of pirates that employ full-time mechanics.”

“That’s because you don’t meet a lot of pirates whose ship is a submarine.”

A hearty, self-deprecating laugh burst out of his chest at her bluntness. “Got me there! You’re definitely a first for me, and I’ve seen a lot on the Grand Line.”

“It’s certainly a crazy place, but I like what I’ve seen today,” she replied with a chuckle. For a fairly infamous pirate, Ace was surprisingly easy to talk to. He was casual but polite, friendly, and that grin of his could melt butter. It would be no hardship to stand around and flirt with him all day. Ikkaku bit her lip, though that didn’t stop the corners of her mouth from curling up into a coy little smile. Should I ask? Or would that be too forward, she wondered, trying to figure out how best to get what she wanted. Should she just come out and say it, or should she butter him up first?

Seeing her expression, his grin morphed into a smirk, a flirtatious gleam in his eyes as they flickered down to the way her teeth worried her lip. “You look like you’ve got a question for me. No need to be shy—I don’t bite. Well, maybe if you ask me nicely.”

Ordinarily she’d counter that comment with one of her own, but she had far more pressing matters to address. “You got me. I’ve been dying to know; what was that?” she asked, pointing over the side of the ship to where she’d last seen the odd vehicle. “That boat you rode in on?”

“Oh, that’s Striker. It’s my personal raft,” Ace said, surprised at the unexpected change in topic. Not that he minded—it wasn’t often that a girl took interest in his boat. It filled him with an odd sense of pride that it was cool enough to catch the mechanic’s attention.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s beautiful,” she said sincerely.

That made his face light up a bit more. “You wanna take a closer look?”

Ace jumped back a few inches when Ikkaku eagerly leapt forward, hands clasped together and sparkles in her eyes at his offer. “Hell yes!”

XXX

He took her down into the belly of the ship where things like extra dinghies, weapons, carpentry supplies, and tools were kept. In the corner was a little workshop full of tools, nuts and bolts, assorted parts, and paint was kept. Next to it was Striker, the bottom still wet from the trip, but the yellow paint gleaming merrily in the overhead lights.

At Ace’s encouraging nod, Ikkaku dashed over, inspecting the boat from the sails to the bow before finally getting to the part she was really interested in. “Whoa. What kind of engine is this?” she asked, brushing her hands across the dark metal surface reverently.

“Uh, I don’t know the specifics or anything,” he admitted, looking a little embarrassed at his lack of knowledge regarding his own vehicle. “You’d have to ask Deuce—he’s the one who built it.”

The vibrant mechanic wasn’t dissuaded, though, simply peering at the propellers jutting out the sides. “I just might. How does it shoot flames like that? It must take a hell of a lot of fuel—not very practical for long trips, I imagine.” Her brow furrowed as she spoke, though; despite looking carefully, she couldn’t actually find anything resembling a fuel tank. Did it run on electricity, then, or some other power source?

“Actually, I’m the fuel,” he replied, raising his hand innocently but proud that he could answer at least one of her technical questions. “My Mera Mera no Mi powers are what propels the ship—the engine just focuses them.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice. Here she thought she was going to learn some amazing secret about fuel efficiency or a new power source that she could implement into the Tang’s engine. Yet as she further inspected the engine, the wheels in her head started turning, and she quickly got an idea. “You know, I could probably make a few modifications to the engine so it won’t drain you so much. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of stamina, but on long trips or in a fight, efficiency could be the difference between life and death.”

“Wait, seriously?” he asked, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “You know how to do that?”

“Well, I’d have to take it apart, see how it ticks, maybe look over the blueprints if you’ve got them handy, but from the look of things, yeah!”

His face stretched in a massive, eager grin as he fetched said blueprints from the workshop desk. “Then go for it!”

For the next two hours, Ikkaku worked on Striker, examining the pieces, reworking the design, and rebuilding the entire engine from scratch. Dark, curly locks were pulled back in a messy ponytail to keep them out of her face, and some grease had splattered on her cheek, but she hardly cared. She was having too much fun, especially since she was basically given carte blanche to do whatever she needed to the engine.

Sitting on a barrel off to the side, watching the mechanic with open admiration, Ace said, “You sure know your stuff.”

“My job involves knowing the ins and outs of any engine I come across. I specialize in submarines, but I made sure to learn everything I could about mechanics as a whole. I can fix generators, medical equipment, and most other machines I come across,” she explained, replacing the propellers with newer models. Thankfully, the adjustments hadn’t been extensive—Ace’s own mechanic could probably figure out what she’d done, though she made extensive notes on the back of the blueprints just in case. She’d tried to explain to Ace what she was doing as she went, but he’d ended up staring at her blankly, and at one point he’d even fallen asleep. After she’d woken him up with a well-aimed screw, she’d let him dominate the conversation, filling the silence with the tale of how Masked Deuce had built it.

“Impressive.”

A faint tinge of pink rose to her cheeks at the compliment, though she doubted it was noticeable in the workshop’s light. “Honestly, I’m more impressed that your buddy was able to build even a prototype on a desert island. Most people couldn’t manage that.”

“Could you?”

She was torn between being modest and being honest. While she had total faith in her engineering skills, she knew that saying so could easily come across as arrogant. And, well, he’d seemed really proud of his friend while telling his story. She didn’t want him to think she considered such a thing child’s play. “I mean, probably, but that doesn’t make it any less of an accomplishment.” It was one hell of a feat, and she was loath to take that away from anyone.

He smiled at her answer, resting his cheek in his hand while he watched her work. “I’ll remember that if we ever get stranded on a desert island together.”

She raised an eyebrow, though a flirtatious lilt crept into her voice when she replied, “Expecting that to happen anytime soon?”

“Well, the Grand Line’s a crazy place—you never know what could happen. Better to be prepared, right?”

“Heh. Sure. Though, maybe I should be insulted; would you be that eager to escape? I can name a few guys who’d love to play castaway with a pretty lady like me,” she teased, winking over her shoulder.

She’d expected him to blush or try to backtrack. Instead, his smirk turned devious. “I never said we’d be escaping right away.”

This time her blush was obvious, and she turned back to her work, forcing herself to focus on properly screwing the protective metal plates back on instead of the inviting glint in his dark eyes. It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to men hitting on her—that happened often enough in bars and taverns, especially when she was wearing a short skirt and heels. But rarely did a guy take notice of her when she was on the job. Sure, she looked good in her boiler suit, but it still tended to ward away men. Mainly because of the grinning jolly roger stamped across the back, but the lack of skin helped.

It was…nice, to be honest. That someone like Ace was chatting her up while she was probably at her least sexy, and also being respectful to boot. No blatant comments about her ass and bust. No questioning her skills because she had a pretty face and lacked a Y-chromosome. Just playful banter and grins that bordered on naughty.

“So, how’d a girl with such a respectable skill set end up choosing a life of piracy?” Ace asked casually, linking his fingers behind his head as he leaned back.

“Didn’t have a lot of other options,” she admitted. “When you’re a woman trying to do what’s considered a man’s job, you’re either laughed at or seen as a threat. Law’s the first person who took me seriously and showed genuine respect for my skills. When he offered me a job, I didn’t even care that I was becoming a pirate—if you get an opportunity like that, you take it.”

“Heh. Makes sense. And your captain treats you well?”

“He’s a hardass and a grumpy bastard, but he cares about me and the crew,” she answered with a warm, adoring smile. Law wasn’t always the easiest guy to get along with, and to the untrained eye he was nothing but a rude asshole, but behind closed doors no one could say he didn’t care for each member of his nakama. “I couldn’t imagine following anyone else.”

“Not even Whitebeard?”

Surprised at the question, she stared at him over her shoulder, brow furrowed as she struggled to determine if he was joking or if she was about to get a recruitment speech.

He held up his hands placatingly, a sheepish look on his face. “Sorry. That came out a little strong, huh?”

“I’ve had drunken thugs at the docks proposition me more subtly,” she deadpanned, eyes narrowed in a glare. Briefly, she wondered if this had been Ace’s plan all along; act as a honey trap, get her alone with promises of getting to rebuild his engine, then seduce her away from her captain.

But he looked so thoroughly chastised that she instantly regretted even thinking he’d had ulterior motives. “Harsh, but fair. I really didn’t mean to imply anything. But I’m sure your captain will probably get an offer by dinnertime. Once Pops takes a liking to someone, nothing will stop him from adding them to his family. So, if that happens, would you join Whitebeard?”

Until now, such a thought had never crossed her mind. She respected Whitebeard as much as she feared him. He was powerful and there were some pretty terrifying stories about him, but there were also just as many tales singing his praises. Gramps had told both in equal measure, enjoying scaring her shitless as much as soothing her with the knowledge that the seas were home to a man like him. Even Law seemed to respect him, having found little reason to doubt his claims that he did, in fact, care for his “sons.” But respecting someone and serving under them were completely different beasts.

Finally, she said, “I go where Law goes, but he’s a stubborn control freak—hates taking orders from anyone. So, he might consider an alliance, but he’d never agree to be anyone’s subordinate, even if it’s prettied up with talk of family.” Especially if it was prettied up like that; Ikkaku might not have known all the details of Law’s past, but she did know he’d been part of the Doflamingo Family. And given the pure hatred in his voice when he’d alluded to it, she had the feeling they’d soured his opinion on the word forever.

Undeterred, Ace replied, “Pops is pretty persuasive. I never thought I’d join him. Hell, I spent months trying to kill him!” The sunny smile returned to his face, cheeks practically straining as he continued, “But he won me over, and I’m confident he could do the same with your captain.”

Ikkaku highly doubted that. After all, Law had plans. Big ones that were slowly but surely falling into place. Not that having an ally like Whitebeard wouldn’t be extremely beneficial to them, but in the long run, Law preferred to be his own man.

Still, the pure faith Ace had in his voice made her wonder. Could Whitebeard convince Law to become his son? How, exactly, had he changed Ace’s mind considering how he’d apparently hated him enough for attempted murder?

Well, she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. In the meantime, the final screw was securely in place, and Striker was ready to go.

“There. All set!” she declared, stepping back and presenting the modified raft to her audience.

Black eyes widened as Ace leapt off the barrel, and his grin was excited and eager, like a child who’d been given a shiny new toy. “This is…this is incredible!” he exclaimed, inspecting her handywork. The engine was sleeker and less bulky than before, and while he was no mechanic, he could tell just by looking that she’d made it lighter, too, which would allow him to go faster.

“How about you take it for a test drive? Make sure it’s to your liking?” she said with a pleased grin as she wiped the sweat and grease off her forehead. Whether it was from her crew or a random stranger, Ikkaku did always love when her work was noticed and appreciated.

The bright smile practically split his freckled face at the suggestion, and he ran over to a lever on the wall. Upon being pulled, a small section of a side of the ship flipped open, becoming a ramp that allowed access to the outside world. Dragging the boat over, he eagerly hopped aboard. “Sounds great!” Yet, instead of immediately taking off, he held his hand out to her. “Come on! You fixed it up, so you should give it a whirl, too!”

Oh, that was tempting. Striker did appear to be big enough for two people, but was it safe? Ace had plenty of experience zooming around the ocean, but she doubted she could maintain her balance as easily. That, and it was better to test it without unnecessary excess weight. Then again, test drives were naturally risky; if she’d screwed something up and there was a malfunction, Ace could potentially find himself dead in the water, and with that Devil Fruit of his, it was better to have a copilot who could swim.

The real question was where she was supposed to stand. If she stood behind him, she’d be between the flames coming off him and the engine. That would only result in flame-broiled mechanic. There was definitely no room on either side of him, and even if there were, the uneven weight distribution could throw off the balance.

That left only the bow of the narrow boat.

At her hesitation, his grin became more teasing and he wiggled his fingers invitingly. “Come on; we might find a nice desert island to get stranded on!”

A laugh bubbled up in her chest. If he wasn’t bothered by the lack of space on his boat, why should she? “Well, who could say no to an offer like that?” she quipped, taking his hand. Like with his handshake, his grip was sure, and Ikkaku had no doubt he’d hold onto her tightly and wouldn’t let her fall.

Ace tugged her aboard, letting her plant her feet securely before wrapping an arm around her waist, muscular forearm settling securely right beneath her bust. “I’d say hold on tight, but I think that’s my job, huh?” he chuckled in her ear.

The heat of his skin penetrated through the thick canvas of her boiler suit, most likely due to his powers. No wonder he walked around bare-chested. She’d initially chalked it up to vanity or a public service act. Though, she highly doubted he’d be wearing more clothes even if he couldn’t turn into flames.

“Ready?” he asked as her fingers gripped his wrist for support. It wouldn’t do for her to get weak in the knees, even if she could feel the rumble in his chest as he spoke and the heat of his breath against the shell of her ear.

If Portgas D. Ace was a honey trap, he was a damn effective one.

At her affirmative nod they took off like a shot, bursting out the entryway and onto the surface of the water. Behind her, Ikkaku could hear the engine growl, flames crackle, and even steam hiss. For a moment, she worried about the wind blowing the flames at her feet against her ankles and her boiler suit catching fire, but it appeared Ace had total control over them, or at the very least enough to keep his companion from getting burned.

Striker was fast. She’d already known that from earlier, but her modifications seemed to have done the trick of speeding it up even more. She could feel the boat respond to every minor shift in its pilot’s weight, and she did her best to stay still so as to not throw off his steering. Not that she could really move around much anyway—the pressure from the wind, combined with the muscular arm around her waist, kept her pinned to his chest. Any other time she’d be wholly focused on the sensation of his chiseled torso and washboard abs against her back, but at the moment, she was more captivated by how exhilarating the feeling of the wind whipping against her face was and seeing the ocean around them speed by.

The hot, shirtless guy pressed up behind her was still noted and appreciated, though.

Despite the water spraying around them, not a drop of it touched their skin or clothing, most likely due to the intense heat produced by Ace’s flames. By the same token, any sweat that tried to coat her skin almost instantly evaporated. Law’s stern voice popped into her head informing her she should drink plenty of water when they got back to the ship lest she get dehydrated.

“Having fun?” Ace asked, interrupting her train of thought.

Turning her head to face him was too risky since she didn’t want to throw off the balance, so she simply exclaimed, “Hell yeah!”

“Good! Now brace yourself; I’m going to put this baby through its paces!”

Instead of wasting time asking what he meant, she did as he said, squaring her feet and bending her knees slightly in preparation for whatever he planned to do. She was not disappointed—with an extra burst of flame and a shift to his stance, Striker shot into the air, forming a neat arch before landing back into the water. Next, he performed series of sharp turns, practically turning the boat on its side as he did so, but his grip on Ikkaku never faltered.

As they turned back to the Moby Dick, Ace called out, “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah?”

“Good!”

Before she could ask him to elaborate or even brace herself again, he shifted his weight so the nose of the raft was suddenly pointed down, sending it beneath the choppy waves.

What the fuck is he doing?! Ikkaku mentally screamed, but all she could manage to do was let out a yelp as Ace hooked his free hand under her knees and leapt into the air, the flames at his feet shooting them high above the water in a wide arch. She heard him laugh as he performed a mid-air summersault, but she barely noticed; she was instead preparing herself for inevitably having to save his Devil Fruit ass and wondering if she’d be able to haul him to the Moby Dick before they both drowned.

Her concerns were for naught, however, as Striker popped up out of the water, and with practiced ease Ace stuck the landing.

After another minute of showing off daring tricks, Ace brought them back to the ship’s hold, Striker skidding across the floor a few feet before coming to a complete stop.

Ace gave the woman in his arms a devil-may-care grin before gently lowering her to her feet. “Looks like your modifications worked,” he teased, taking in Ikkaku’s flushed cheeks and elated smile as she spun around excitedly to face him. Locks of her hair had escaped her ponytail, giving her a charmingly disheveled appearance.

“Th-that was amazing!” she cheered, adrenaline pumping through her veins. “I mean, I should kill you for taking such a stupid risk, but that was seriously just incredible!”

“Glad you had fun!” he laughed, adjusting his hat. “And I wouldn’t have dropped you—Pops would be pissed if I’d recklessly put a pretty lady in any real danger.”

Lightly, she smacked his arm. “I was more worried about you, dummy! If you’d missed, you’re the one who would have sunk like a stone,” she scolded, but his smile was so lighthearted it was hard to stay mad at him. “I’d feel guilty as hell, and I don’t need your captain going after me because I let one of his sons drown.”

His grin faded slightly, and he lowered his head so the brim of his hat cast his eyes in shadow. “I’m sure there’s more than a few people who’d be happy to hear about my demise.”

The shift in his mood was a surprise, but after a moment of processing exactly what he’d said, she declared, “Yeah? Well those people are morons. The world sucks but having guys like around makes it suck a bit less.”

Dark eyes widened and his head shot up at her words. “You seriously think that?”

She tilted her head a bit, pretending to think it over. “I mean, I’ve only known you a couple hours, sure, but you sure as hell wouldn’t make my list of ‘assholes that deserve to die’. Though, admittedly, it’s mostly Marines.”

His smile returned, a little more lopsided, while the corners of his eyes crinkled warmly. “Heh. Brains, beauty, and a heart. You’re one hell of a woman, Ikkaku.”

Pleased to see his happier demeanor return, she playfully poked him in the chest. “And don’t you forget it, Fire Fist.”

He caught her wrist, leaning forward to look in her eyes as he chuckled, “Doubt I could, Miss Mechanic. A girl like you really revs a guy’s engine.”

Before she could even scoff at such a lame line, they were interrupted by the sound of booted feet clomping noisily down the stairs.

“Ikkaku!” Bepo called, bursting into the cargo hold like the Devil himself was after him.

The two humans broke apart, Ace clearing his throat awkwardly as Ikkaku rushed over to calm down her furry crewmate. “Whoa there, Bepo. What’s wrong?”

Leaning on his knees and panting hard, the Mink stared at her with panic in his black button eyes. “Captain’s been looking everywhere for you! He Scanned the ship, but you were nowhere to be found!”

Her stomach dropped. Right, she hadn’t told Law that she’d be with Fire Fist Ace, and they certainly hadn’t notified anybody that they were leaving the ship. Her captain must have been freaking out when he couldn’t locate her. “Shit. How mad is he?”

“He said if you weren’t found in the next ten minutes, he was going to start dissecting people. That was seven minutes ago.”

Brown eyes widened before she bolted for the stairs, knowing that was not an idle threat from the Surgeon of Death. More than that, Gramps’ stories had imparted a particularly vital piece of wisdom before she’d left home—do not get into a war with Whitebeard.

Nearly tripping as she ran out the door onto the deck, she desperately tried to catch her breath as she took in the sight before her; Law, with Kikoku halfway out of its sheath, was glaring at Vista and Izo while Thatch tried to calm everyone down.

“Look, the last I saw her, she was right here talking to Ace.”

“That was two hours ago! And considering how I couldn’t find him anywhere either, that doesn’t ease my concerns!” Law snarled at him. From where she was standing, Ikkaku could see the veins in his neck starting to pop, and behind him Penguin, Shachi, and Uni had drawn their weapons. She could only assume the rest of the crew was searching both the Tang and the Moby Dick for her, hoping that their captain’s incredible powers had somehow simply missed their mechanic. Bepo had simply found her first thanks to his incredible nose.

“We understand your concern for your crewmate,” Marco said calmly from his place at Whitebeard’s side, “but you need to calm down-yoi.”

That simply provoked more of Law’s anger, and his blade flashed in the early evening sunlight. “I’ll calm down when I see for myself that you haven’t kidnapped my mechanic!”

“I’m here!” she wheezed when she could finally pull enough air into her lungs to speak, heart pounding not just from the exertion, but from fear—Whitebeard had braced his hands on the arms of his chair as if he were preparing to get up and settle things himself.

All at once, the men’s heads snapped towards her, a brief flash of relief crossing Law’s face before it once more became an angry scowl. “Where the hell have you been?” he snapped, putting the nodachi away as he stalked towards her. “I Scanned the whole damn ship looking for you!” His face darkened as gold eyes swept across her disdainfully. “Really? I take my eyes off you and you run off for some new plaything? On an enemy ship of all places?” he asked spitefully.

She flinched. His tone was harsh, but she couldn’t blame him for yelling. Or the unspoken accusation. Her windswept hair, flushed cheeks, and mussed clothing surely gave the appearance that she’d been engaged in a roll in the hay instead of taking a joyride. Though, neither was really a good enough excuse for her to have left her post, especially without notifying him. And even if Whitebeard wasn’t the enemy, per say, they weren’t friends, and she’d taken a colossal risk blindly trusting Ace as she had. “Law, I swear—”

“It’s my fault,” Ace cut in from behind her, giving the surgeon a deep, apologetic bow. “When I found out she was a mechanic, I asked her to modify the engine to my raft. When she was done, I requested that she take a ride with me to test it out. I hadn’t realized I was stealing her away from her duties, nor that we’d be gone long enough for anyone to worry. I’m sorry for the trouble I caused.”

Law’s face twisted, looking like he wanted to rip Ace’s head off for said trouble, but at the same time holding himself back because, with his fear regarding his subordinate’s safety fading, logic was returning to his mind, reminding him that he was on a Yonko’s ship, surrounded by his crew, and that Fire Fist Ace would be a powerful opponent in his own right.

He glanced at Bepo for confirmation, who nodded, apparently confirming the story—the Mink’s nose could surely smell the salt and smoke that clung to their clothes, along with the absence of more damning scents.

“…fine. Apology accepted. Ikkaku, you’ve got cleaning duty for the next month for running off without notifying anyone. Like an idiot,” he hissed, clearly still mad at her irresponsible behavior.

She nodded mutely, accepting the punishment without argument. It was honestly a far lighter punishment than she probably deserved considering how she had done a seriously stupid thing. But at least Law wasn’t about to do an even stupider thing by attacking Whitebeard and his sons.

Her throat closed up a little at that thought. Her recklessness could have gotten Law and her crew killed. Normally, her captain was a clinical, cold man who didn’t rush into situations without a plan, but when it came to the people he cared about—like his nakama—he could turn into a hot-blooded fool. What had she been thinking, selfishly running off like she had?

She was snapped out of her thoughts by a warm hand against the middle of her back. Ikkaku turned to find Ace frowning at her in concern, his eyes flickering between her and her captain’s retreating form. She gave him a tight, reassuring smile, but from the look on his face, he was far from mollified.

The tension that filled the air was broken as Whitebeard pointedly cleared his throat. “Well, now that the girl’s present and accounted for, we should have dinner,” the Yonko said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I could sure as hell use a drink after all this excitement.”

“Didn’t I just tell you to go easy on the alcohol?” Law groused, turning to the massive captain in exasperation. “I literally showed you how messed up your liver is!”

A few of the men turned green, and Ikkaku was certain he didn’t mean an x-ray.

Whitebeard, however, just scoffed. “Look, you gave your diagnosis, but I’ll decide if it’s a good enough reason to stop drinking. You’re a hundred years too young to tell me what to do.”

Beside him, Marco sighed and gave Law a commiserating look that clearly said “this is what I deal with on a daily basis”.

“Man, I think I can actually hear Law’s blood pressure rising,” Penguin muttered, to which Shachi nodded emphatically.

Pinching his brow in the faint hope of stemming the headache that was clearly forming, Law growled, “Fine. Don’t listen to the man who can literally take out your organs and juggle them. It’s not like you’ve wasted two hours of my life.”

“Maybe I’d listen to you if you agreed to become my son,” Whitebeard chuckled, a devious grin on his face as he looked down at the young doctor.

All the Heart Pirates froze. After Law’s fairly violent threats against the Yonko, the last thing any of them had expected was for an offer to join the crew.

Law recovered the quickest, scoffing. “Hard pass. Maybe I’d consider an alliance, but I’ve got no interest in joining your ‘family’ old man. Besides, at the rate you’re going, you’ll be dead soon enough, so what’s the point?”

Damn, Law, I know you’re pissed, but couldn’t you have sugar-coated that just a little? Ikkaku thought, wincing.

Whitebeard, however, merely smirked harder at the blunt refusal and instead turned towards the woman who’d caused such a commotion on his ship. “What about you then, girly? Maybe you’d like to join up? Becoming my daughter would get you out of cleaning duty,” he said with a chuckle.

Ikkaku’s jaw dropped, as did Law’s, Shachi’s, Penguin’s, Bepo’s, and the smattering of other Heart Pirates that had started to return from their search.

“I—you—wha—” she replied rather inelegantly, not quite sure if she should be taking it as a joke or running for the safety of her precious submarine.

Ace, however, seemed thrilled, slinging his arm around her shoulders. “Fantastic idea, Pops! Seriously, she’s an amazing mechanic; completely rebuilt Striker’s engine and made it better than ever!” he said enthusiastically. Turning to the woman in question, he gave her a brilliant grin. “How about it, Ikkaku? Leave your hardass, grumpy bastard of a captain and come join the Whitebeard Pirates!”

“You’re not taking her,” Law growled, hand once more going to Kikoku’s hilt.

The younger man flashed him a challenging smirk, the tips of his fingers turning into flame. “I’d like to see you try and stop me.”

Another growl sounded out, this time from behind them. The pair turned to find Bepo with his teeth bared, fists clenched and ready to fight. “Captain’s right; you’re not taking her.”

Ikkaku was torn between cheering the Mink on for standing up to someone and screaming at both him and Law for taking such a stupid risk. Clearly, their captain wasn’t the only hot-headed idiot when it came to protecting his crew. In fact, she was positive Penguin, Shachi, and the rest of the Hearts were already drawing their weapons. The whole crew is full of idiots! she thought, desperately trying to come up with a way to stop a massacre from breaking out. Apparently, it was up to her to be the smart, responsible one for once.

Finally, she grabbed Ace’s wrist and lifted it off her shoulder. “Here’s an idea; how about everyone stops acting like macho idiots so I can actually give an answer?”

Ace blinked in surprise before giving her a warm smile. “Heh. Sorry about that. Guess we got a little carried away, huh?” he replied, rubbing the back of his head.

“Bit of an understatement,” she replied dryly, though it was hard not to return his smile. He was just so charming without even trying; if Whitebeard really wanted daughters, Ace could probably recruit a whole army of them with just a wink and a grin.

Encouraged by her expression, he said, “So, can we get that answer? I promise you won’t regret joining us; Pops is going to become the King of the Pirates, after all,” he stated proudly.

At that, Ikkaku glanced at Law and saw his jaw had tightened to the point where she could see the veins underneath pulse in irritation. Man, Ace had only known Law for about fifteen minutes and he’d already managed to push nearly half a dozen of his buttons.

Turning back to the fiery pirate, Ikkaku gave him a warm, sincere smile. “Don’t get me wrong; you’re sweet. And you’re cute. And you took me on one hell of a ride,” she added with a wink, pleased when she saw Ace flush and heard Law’s teeth grind behind her. Before either of them could get the wrong idea, though, she cocked her hip and jerked her thumb towards her captain, pure confidence in her voice. “But I’ve already got a boss, and he’s the guy who’s going to be the next King of the Pirates.”

There was a moment of silence, and Ikkaku’s heart stopped briefly as she waited for the inevitable fallout. Ok, maybe her plan sounded less idiotic in her head. Had she really just sassed one of Whitebeard’s sons? Had she really just said, in front of Whitebeard, that some young upstart was going to become the Pirate King instead of him?

Gramps was going to be so ticked when he found out she’d died because she’d ignored his advice.

“Gurararara!” Whitebeard laughed, breaking the tension. His head was thrown back, and his chest shook so hard it was a wonder he didn’t knock his chair over. “Damn, boy! Your mechanic has guts!” There was a pause as he had a brief coughing fit from the exertion, though it failed to erase the grin from his mustached face. “Loyal, too.”

“Yeah. She is at that. My whole crew seems to consist of loyal, reckless idiots,” Law stated, relaxing a bit. He slung his sword over his shoulder and gave the gaping Ace a smug smirk. “Especially her. She might get briefly distracted by a new plaything,” he said, emphasizing the word scathingly as he gently grabbed Ikkaku’s arm and pulled her to his side, “but she always comes back to where she belongs.”

Ace glared at Law, but Whitebeard just continued to laugh. “My sons are much the same,” he said fondly, grinning at his men who seemed torn between defending their Pops’ honor and laughing along with him at the sheer audacity of these rookies. “Makes me think you’d fit right in. So, I’ll ask you, and the rest of your crew, again; become my sons and daughters.”

“Sorry,” Law said, his natural cockiness returning. “Still gonna have to refuse. I don’t take orders from others. More importantly, joining you would mean I couldn’t be Pirate King, and that would mean letting my gutsy mechanic down.” To emphasize his point, Law gave her head a little pat.

At last Whitebeard stood up from his seat, though instead of starting a fight, he grinned down at Law and the Hearts. “Heh. Guess I can respect that. Plus, I don’t need you and Marco squawking at me about my drinking. But the offer’s on the table if you change your mind. In fact, if we meet again, don’t think you’ll get off so easily. Now, can we hurry up and have dinner already? Might as well send you upstarts off with a full stomach as thanks for the entertainment. And I need sake.”

Rolling his eyes at his continued disregard for diagnosis but nodding in agreement, Law motioned for Whitebeard to lead the way. Cocky as he was, he knew he’d already been ridiculously lucky enough to avoid at least three fights with the Whitebeard Pirates and was not willing to chance a fourth.

As the majority of the Whitebeard and Heart Pirates, hungry after all the excitement, cleared the deck, Law hung back with Ikkaku.

“Your cleaning punishment’s cut down to two weeks,” he mumbled, trying very hard to hide a fond smile, “though I should really give you more for nearly starting a war with Whitebeard.”

“Then you’d be cleaning the deck with me, Captain,” she said sweetly, grinning like the cat who ate the canary. “I mean, clearly I was only following your example.”

“Smartass,” he replied with a chuckle, giving her head another pat before walking off, motioning for Bepo to follow him. “Get lured away again and I’m leaving you behind. You’ll be Whitebeard’s problem.”

“Whatever you say, Boss,” she laughed, knowing it was an empty threat. She paused as she felt a familiar heat against her back and looked up over her shoulder at Ace.

“Your boss is a real asshole, isn’t he?” he said, eyebrow raised critically, a look of disdain on his handsome face.

Her responding smile was full of fond exasperation. “Yeah, but he’s my asshole boss. And you may be able to rev my engine,” she teased, pleased to see him blush a little, “but I’m not so easily swayed by a pretty face, even if it does come with a sweet ride.”

He laughed easily at that, just as she’d hoped. “Just so you know, my offer stands, too,” Ace said warmly, friendly grin returning. “I’d love to have a mechanic like you around, and Pops is the greatest pirate in the world. You’d be treated well here.” Despite his words, his eyes held nothing but acceptance, already anticipating her answer.

“I don’t doubt that,” she said, nudging him lightly as they headed towards the dining hall, “but I’m as loyal to Law as you are to Whitebeard.”

“So, no chance I could change your mind, huh?” he said, smile becoming a bit melancholy.

Raising an eyebrow and looping her arm through his, she gave him a saucy grin. “Tell you what; if we ever get stranded on that desert island together, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to convince me.”

That brought the heat back into his smirk, and the red of the setting sun nearly hid the rosiness across his freckled cheeks. “It’s a date.”

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ordinaryschmuck · 4 years ago

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What I Thought About the MCU (Phase Three Part One)

...I’m gonna have to split this one into two parts. Because Phase three is when these movies start getting good, and which in turn results in my have a LOT to talk about. So, here’s the first half of this phase.

10th place: Captian Marvel (6/10)

This is not the worst MCU movie. This isn't even close to the worst thing in the MCU. THAT honor goes to Inhumans, which might just be the most boring TV show that I ever had the displeasure of watching. And if you're a person who only counts the movies as part of the MCU, then there is no way you can look me in the eye and tell me that Captain Marvel is worse than Thor: The Dark World. Because this movie actually has better action, a handful of funny moments, a decent (albeit predictable) story, a fantastic tribute to Stan Lee, and Goose the Cat. Who is free from any criticism due to being equal parts adorable, hilarious, and awesome.

However, there is one major issue that this movie has, and that is Brie Larson's Captain Marvel. Before you say anything, no, it's not because she barely smiles (shut it, if you think that's actually the problem). The problem is that I just don't know what they want her character to be. Is she meant to be playful yet mysterious, like Marceline from Adventure Time? Is she meant to be a stoic badass with a deadpan sense of humor like Garnet from Steven Universe? Or is she supposed to be this perfect hero with witty remarks like Kim Possible from Kim Possible? Because at times, it feels like the people behind this movie are trying to do all three personalities at once, which makes the character feel disjointed. Plus, it's probably not a good thing that I listed three female characters in children's shows better than this character in this movie for teens and adults. Nor is it a good thing that every actor, including the males, act circles around Brie Larson, who is known for giving Oscar-worthy performances. Still, I'm willing to allow the benefit of the doubt that this issue will be solved in time for Captain Marvel 2, as it took both Captain America and Thor a while before they finally became fan favorites. For now, while Captain Marvel is nowhere near the worst, I wouldn't exactly jump the gun and call it the best, either.

9th place: Doctor Strange (6/10)

This movie is somehow both memorable and forgettable at the same time. The visuals alone help make Doctor Strange memorable, seeing the world bend and morph in a way that is best experienced on the most gigantic screen you can find. The visuals even lend to making the fight scenes unforgetable, resulting in action that's hard to forget. It's still just punching and kicking, but the way this movie uses punching and kicking that makes it fun to watch. Such as having Strange fight wizards as astral projections, or while the world is reversing in on itself, dodging debris as it puts itself back into place. Plus, that ending is not only the most unique defeat of a bad guy that any MCU movie has done, but it also proves how selfless Doctor Strange can be as a hero. So I won't be able to forget bits and pieces of this movie...but I can easily forget everything else. The jokes, plot, characters, and especially the villain are things I tend to lose track of on each rewatch. Which might honestly be worse than it sounds. Because while it's still a fun movie that I recommend, it's not a good thing that I constantly forget it, even as I'm writing this.

8th place: Ant-Man and the Wasp (7.5/10)

How is Ant-Man and the Wasp a dividing movie for MCU fans? People either really hate it or just think it's ok, and I don't get that. Because personally, I think this movie is really good. Yeah, there are leaps in logic, and the ending is a huge cop-out, especially since this movie came after Avengers: Infinity War. But I think Ant-Man and the Wasp incredibly improve upon the original with a tighter story and better-written characters, who all have great personalities and fantastic chemistry. Sure, these characters fall flat during certain dramatic moments, but really succeed when written for comedy. My personal favorite is Cassie, who might just be my favorite little girl character in fiction. She admires her father for everything he does, going so far as to smile with glee as he's wreaking shop in the finale.

Speaking of her father, I really love how Ant-Man and the Wasp differentiate Scott Lang from the rest of the Avengers. In a world of gods and supersoldiers, you have Ant-Man, who's basically just a regular guy. The best example that shows how it that montage of him doing stuff while under house arrest. If any of our other heroes were in this situation, they would take advantage of the time to train, build cool s**t, and maybe even meditate. But for Scott? He wastes time singing karaoke, practicing close-up magic, and crying himself to sleep while reading The Fault in our Stars. It's a great way of showing how he's a little fish in the world's biggest pond. And I like that.

This movie may not be perfect, but every now and again, it's nice to get something small-scale (get it) and personal within the grand adventures in the MCU.

7th Place: Captain America: Civil War (8/10)

There are three camps of people who argue about this movie. The first camp is the people who fight about whether this is a Captain America movie or an Avengers movie. The second camp is the people who disagree on how Captain America: Civil War is the same as Batman v. Superman-Dawn of Justice. The third and final camp argues whether or not the movie is better than the comics. And I'm about to address each and every one of these camps.

First off, this is an Avengers movie. Captain America may take a more primary role, but consider that Thanos is easily the main character in Avengers: Infinity War, and how that movie isn't called Thanos: Infinity War. The fact that Cap barely takes center stage kind of ruins this being his movie, which is why it's arguably the worst Captain America movie by default, but that doesn't change how good this is. Mostly because it's easily a better Avengers movie than Age of Ultron.

As for how this movie is the same as Batman v. Superman, I can tell you right now that it isn't. They're similar in concept, I'll give you that, but their differences meet with the execution of said concepts. Yes, both movies have two people with different ideas fighting it out due to heroes causing collateral damage while inadvertently doing what an evil mastermind, with a tediously complicated plan, expects them to do. But you wanna know what Civil War has that BvS doesn't? Comedy. Marvel's ability to laugh at itself, to realize that what they're making shouldn't be taken too seriously, is what makes it worth the watch. Every. Time. Plus, I find it hilarious that a movie with four times the amount of superheroes manages to give each character a proper story and subplot than the film with just three.

This leads me to my third point: The movie is much better than the comics. Would it have been more awesome to see the number of characters we have now battle it out than seeing the relatively small one in this movie? Maybe. But look at Infinity War and Endgame. As good as those movies are, there were still many characters that got the short end of the stick. By keeping the cast small, Civil War gives each hero time to have an understandable motivation to pick one side or the other while giving each of their stories a proper conclusion. Even Black Panther and Spider-Man, introduced in this movie as sequel bait, still somehow manage to have clear motives and satisfying stories. Plus, where the comics make it hard to pick a side between Captain America and Iron Man because both made awful decisions after awful decisions, the movie makes it hard to pick and choose because both have to make hard decisions. Both Cap and Iron Man have clear reasons for their choices as well as hesitations. But they still see the point of view of the opposing side and try to talk things out. Which makes things all the more heartbreaking when they finally disagree. Something that never happened in the comics even once.

Overall, Captain America: Civil War is a great movie. It may not entirely be a Captain America movie, and the villain's plan is, again, tediously complicated. But it's still good because it understands the importance of characters and even a sense of humor. Which is something that I wish I could say about Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice.

6th place: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 (9/10)

It's not every day that the sequel is better than the original, let alone being equally good. And yet, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 is just as fun as its predecessor, if not a smidge better. Everything that I love about the first movie is here in spades, with a few improvements added to the appeal. Like the visuals, which not only have the colors and gradient turned up to thousand, but there are also some spectacular shots that at times look like they could be panels in a comic book. Plus, Ego the Living Planet is a much better villain than Ronan ever could be. Ego's motivations are typical, but his charming personality creates a character that's fun to watch while also showing how dangerous a person like Ego could be when his true motivations are revealed. Although, despite improvements, there are still some elements that Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 takes away. Because while most of the jokes are funny, there are some scenes where it's hard to tell if I'm supposed to be laughing or feeling emotional. Also, I just hate what they did to Drax in this movie. In the first one, he was a stoic badass with a deadpan sense of humor. Here, he's written as a dumb a**hole who gets one emotional scene. And it's a powerful one, sure, but it's not enough. Still, I love this movie. If I had to pick which one is better, I would probably say it's Vol 2, but even then, it's a close race, in my opinion.

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And that’s all for now. Here’s part two.

#marvel cinematic universe #mcu review #captain america #doctor strange #ant-man #the wasp #gaurdians of the galaxy #captain marvel #what i thought about

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rosie-janeposie · 5 years ago

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Quaffles, Bludgers, and Quarrels Part 1

Quaffles, Bludgers, and Quarrels

alleychaton

Can also be found below: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25485595/chapters/61822492

Summary:

“It’s a long shot kid…” The tall brute tossed his bat over his shoulder before he started to walk away. “My suggestion, prove you can do more than simply swing a bat…” He gave a half-ass wave,"Best of luck, little girl!"

Ellie felt her eye twitched, honestly her name isn't that hard to remember.

When she was through with tryouts she would make sure people remembered her name. Hogwarts would know the name, Ellana Bennett, for more then detentions and curse-breaking.

Notes:

Hello my Lovelies! I was finally able to sneak some writing in...

Ellie is back! Back in her second year of Hogwarts, and she is ready to play some Quidditch! I know the new timed-event with Rath was just added to the game. However, I may tweaked with some characters just for plot purposes.

Don't get me wrong I like Rath, (so no Rath bashing please!) But, she may have a slightly different role in Ellie journey. Plus, where there is Ellie there is Murphy, Rowan, and Skye. :-P

But let's not too wrapped up in the side details.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hogwarts Mystery Characters

I do, however, own Ellie (Ellana) Bennett.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Oh Bludger!

XxX

"What the bloody hell were Flitwick and Demerres thinking…" A rough voice muttered, flipping around in his right hand a Beater's bat.

Unbeknownst to him, a small redhead and her blond companion were making their way, arguing in hushed tones, to his spot in the field. Ellie's eyes widened at the unfriendly appearance of the Ravenclaw boy in front of her. Ellie eyed the older dark-haired boy; he was undoubtedly muscular compared to the boys in her year. This boy standing in the middle of the Quidditch field, appeared to be anything but friendly, "McNully, are you sure about this?" Ellie whispered.

The blond smirked, looking up at the girl, "What, you don't trust me?"

"McNully, let's review. My only experience with you is that you like to throw playbooks onto people and play wizard's chess." Ellie quirked an eyebrow at the older boy, "I am reserving judgment on whether I should trust you."

McNully rolled his eyes before pushing ahead of the younger Ravenclaw, "Then you should note that 87.1% of the time, you should trust me."

"And the rest?" Ellie asked as her curiosity peaked.

McNully stopped as he used his hand to direct her towards the only other person on the field. "If you wish to be Ravenclaw's next Beater, Arthur Williams, will be able to provide you with a little more insight. He may look like a brute, but he does have some wisdom under all that gruff."

"Charming…" Ellie took a step forward, before whipping around. She was stopped by the serious look on McNully's usually cheerful face, "But…how about?"

"Don't worry about it." The blond started as he crossed his arms, "Go!"

"Evil…" the redhead muttered, glaring at the Quidditch commentator. She took a deep breath, turning to walk towards this apparently agitated male.

"Amari showed a little promise last year…" The dark-haired male mumbled as he paced back and forth on his segment of the field. "Travers was a better option. Hell! Demerres should have made Flanigan Captain before that sniveling third year…" Ellie watched the bat; he was wearily swinging around in his hand.

"Excuse me…" Ellie stated politely, adjusting her glasses on her nose.

"Honestly, the kid has his head in the clouds…"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your rant."

"But, now we have little Miss Parkin throwing a tizzy. These kids need to be knocked down a peg or two..."

"HELLO!"

"What?" The dark-haired boy turned to stare at the girl looking cautiously at him. "Oi, you're that little second-year Bennett, right?"

Ellie looked back at him with surprise; he knew who she was, "Ah yeah, that's right?"

"I remember, your brother, a bit of a loud-mouth always cost Ravenclaw points while he searched for the school's urban legend…" Williams started as he looked at her thoroughly, "Davies mentioned you went wandering in the corridor. Rather stupid if you ask me."

Ellie huffed. She could feel her ears starting to match her hair, "Well, no asked you, did they?"

"I'm just telling you the rumors that are circulating." This boy had a lot of nerve. Though, she probably would not have any chance if she ripped him a new one. At least not before asking for his help. She was supposed to play nice right now as per orders of McNully.

"Okay, thanks!" Ellie stated as she tilted her head, "Yes, thank you for reminding me that my adventures here are public knowledge."

Williams raised an eyebrow, "You asked… Besides, why are you here, anyway? Don't you need to be gallivanting around or something? I don't think there is a vault of the quidditch pitch."

"I only hunt for vaults when the stars align, so it is a little boring at the moment," Ellie noted through her teeth. She wasn't even sure that she had found a vault. She simply found runes scratched into the wall. Seriously, though, who is this prick? "Anyway, I have a question for you."

"Am I all this amazing, all the time? Yes," Williams noted the glare that the young Ravenclaw was determined to direct his way. Williams sighed, He straightened his back, and Ellie noted how big he was compared to her. It was honestly, his height indeed was intimating, "Alright, what is it?"

Ellie pushed her glasses further up her nose to look at the older male, "I am interested in playing for Ravenclaw, Beater specifically…"

"You are a little…" He narrowed his eyes, scanning the girl's frame, "small."

"Rude!"

His hands quickly came up in defense; he waved them frantically, "Oi, Oi, Oi. I didn' mean it like that...Just…" He paused with one hand up, "Beaters typically are bulkier… You are built more like a Chaser if anything."

"Just because it is the stereotype doesn't mean it is the only type." Ellie jumped as an Irish accent interjected, McNully rolled into sight of the two, " Little Miss Curse-breaker , has potential. This whole idea that Beaters need to be strictly muscle. There is a 57.9% chance that Curse-breaker is the change the team needs."

Ellie felt her eye twitched; honestly, her name isn't that hard to remember, everyone… Everyone! Seemed to avoid using her name. Curse-breaker, troublemaker, Little Bennett, or Jacob's sister. It pissed her off.

"Curse-breaker has a name," Ellie hissed, "It is Bennett for those who have forgotten. And, Bennett can speak for herself as well." McNully leaned away from her, his eyes slightly fuller.

Williams rolled his eyes, "It's a long shot kid…" Williams tossed his bat over his shoulder before he started to walk away from the pair. "My suggestion, prove you can do more than simply swing a bat…" Williams turned to see the redhead glaring furiously at him, "I'm sure McNully has some ideas…"

"Great brute."

Williams paused before he turned back to the pair, "Fruit, huh?" He questioned, Ellie, saw a brief smirked cross his face.

Ellie's eyes widened as she shook her hands, "That is not what I said..." Ellie muttered the next phrase, "Deaf Brute…"

"Well, then, this Brute will be watching… Maybe you can change his mind." Ellie watched as he mockingly bowed to her, "But, my point still stands." The tall boy gave a lazy wave as he slowly walked towards the changing room. Ellie wanted to take her shoe off and chuck it at the obnoxious boy walking away. "Best of luck, little girl!"

"Settle down Bennett," She paused at the tugging at the back of her green hoodie. McNully was holding her back as best as he could.

Ellie glared before she whipped her head towards the Quidditch Commentator, "What was it you said? Oh yes! 'You should trust me' and 'He may look like a brute but, he does have some wisdom under all that gruff.'"

The blond crossed his arms and gave her a look back, "So we hit a snag." He shrugged as he directed her out of the arena, "He didn't say no exactly."

"He didn't exactly say yes, either…" Ellie huffed.

"Look," McNully pinched the bridge of his nose, "He will come around. Once he sees what you can do already. Give it time."

"But time is not on my side McNully…"

McNully looked up at the redhead to see her anxiously chewing on her nails. She was looking everywhere, "I know you have been training with Skye. She is training you to be a Chaser. We just need you to work on thinking like a true Beater." He rolled closer to the girl. His hand gently touched her forearm, "and despite what everyone says, the Quidditch teams are not permanent. If you don't make the team, it gives you another year to train."

McNully watched her face morph as he discussed the possibilities, "You don't need to be perfect, Curse-Breaker…" He backed away from Ellie, watching her reaction.

"Ellie…" she whispered.

"Pardon?"

"Please just call me, Ellie or Bennett." She stated, she let her hair fall in her face, "People seem to be forgetting that I have an actual name. So, I would prefer it if you would use my name."

McNully gave her his usual smile, "Well then Bennett. You don't need to be perfect." He rolled ahead of her as they went to the Commentator's box, "We just need to do a little reconnaissance." He made a motion for her to follow. "There is a 79.4% chance you will learn something by watching tonight's practice."

"Alright…" Ellie briefly jogged to catch up with the blond.

McNully reached out and gently punched her arm, "And I will sign you up for tonight's friendly." She raised her eyebrow at him, she stopped to open her mouth. She paused when McNully raised a finger, "You need flying time too."

"Thanks, coach…" she muttered, rolling her eyes. McNully smiled at the playfulness back into her face.

"I am 97.3% sure that was sarcasm but, I'll take it."

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Notes:

Alright, my lovelies!

Please leave a Kudos and/or comment down below!

See y'all next time

~Rosie

#hogwarts #Harry Potter #hogwarts mystery #Ellie Bennett #Ellana Bennett #Murphy mcnully #quidditch #beater #Quaffles #bludgers #Quarrels #fanfiction #ravenclaw #Second year #hphm #hphm mc

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writingstarling · 6 years ago

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A bit of Insult to Injury from me about Endgame, but don't worry, I'm not that heartless

So basically, this is an imagine scenario where Peter finds out Tony's motivation to fight for their chance to get him and the people that were dusted back. And honestly, you won't be the only one suffering cuz this is gonna hurt me too. So this is basically my double-edged blade of Endgame. And I totally didn't cry when I wrote this, shut up.

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After Tony's funeral, Peter spent most of his time with Morgan and Pepper. Helping Pepper with household work or just talk to her and helping Morgan with homework, playing with her, and telling her stories of her father.

Peter tucked Morgan in after a story of his internship with Tony. As Peter was about to walk out, Morgan called out to him.

"Peter," she called.

In a swift move Peter faced her, "Yes?"

"I love you 3000," Morgan grinned, her eyes drooping sleepily. Her grin showed her missing tooth at the front that just came off that morning.

Peter replied to her with a soft smile and whispered, "I love you 3001, good night, Morgan."

Peter turned the lights off before quietly exiting the room.

Peter went to the living room, hoping to silently exit the house without waking up Pepper or Morgan. As he was about to go out the window, footsteps were heard behind him.

"Leaving so soon?"

Peter turned to see Pepper with her hand holding a picture frame -- that Peter could only guess to be a picture of Tony -- and her other hand on her hips with a small smile across her face.

"And without saying goodbye?" Pepper continued.

Peter nervously chuckled before pulling his foot off the window frame and facing Pepper fully.

"Sorry, Ms. Potts -- I mean, Mrs. Stark," Peter rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness and in slight embarrassment.

Pepper's smile widened, "Just call me Pepper, and Peter."

"Yes?" he returned her smile.

Pepper sat down on the sofa and tapped the spot next to her, "Come sit here for awhile, I'm sure Aunt May won't mind if I keep you here a bit longer."

With slight hesitation, Peter sat down next to her. He eyed the picture frame, but couldn't quite see the picture inside due to the lighting of the room that bounced off the glass of the frame.

Pepper noticed Peter eyeing the picture in her hand and her smile morphed into a sad one.

"Pete, do you know what this picture is?" Pepper questioned, despite knowing that Peter is incapable of seeing it.

"Um, no, what picture is it?"

Instead of answering him, Pepper showed Peter the picture fully. The picture that brought tears to the corner of his eyes and a slight part of his lips. It was the picture of his internship with Tony. Both wearing peace signs behind the others' head while holding up Peter's internship certificate at Stark Industries.

"M-Mr. Stark still has this?" his voice cracking. Pepper nodded in reply.

Peter's hand reached out to the picture. His fingers softly caressing his younger self in the picture -- chuckling a little at how they held the certificate upside-down -- before glancing at Tony's neutral expression and the bunny ears he made behind Peter's head. The sight of it gave him mixed feelings, but one thing for sure is, he missed that sight.

Seeing how entranced Peter was brought a smile to Pepper's lips.

"Y'know, several times when he came home from seeing or training you, he'd always say the same thing to me."

"What is it, if I may ask?" Peter pulled his eyes off the picture to make eye contact with Pepper.

Pepper's smile widened at the memory, "He would say that you're a pain in his ass."

Peter's eyes widened and he looked away in embarrassment. He didn't know that he was that much of an inconvenience to Tony.

"But," Pepper trailed off, sparking Peter's curiosity.

"Everytime he said that, I could see it. I could see a glimpse of a smile, a smile that actually reached his eyes. A smile that rarely appears."

Blood rushed to Peter's cheeks, tinting them with a slight pink hue.

"Pete," Pepper called, her tone slightly empty, "I didn't keep you here just to show you this."

That caught Peter's attention and rerouted it back to Pepper.

"Peter, the picture you see here, is the reason Tony chose to help the Avengers."

Peter's eyes widened like saucers. What does Mrs. Stark mean by that was the question replaying inside his head like a broken radio.

"W-what do you mean?" he finally voiced his confusion. To him, the words that flowed out of Pepper's lips are much more confusing than any scientific problem he has ever worked on.

"At first, when Captain America invited him, Tony didn't want any part of it. But, when he was doing the dishes, he accidentally sprayed water on this picture of the both of you. It made him doubt his earlier decision. He consulted to me, his doubts and calculations, but in the end, I supported him to help them.

I always knew that Iron Man would be the death of him, I just hoped that such thing won't happen. I know that telling you this would have its side effects, but, I have a feeling that it's better for you to know."

Big fat tears filled Peter's eyes. His lips parted from the shock. He felt as if the world had stopped spinning. The world didn't quite make sense to him anymore. Tony Stark left his family and joined the Avengers with the chance of death because of him -- for him. It made no sense to him. But one realization hit Peter like a speeding train from his discovery.

He's the reason Tony is gone.

He is the reason Morgan lost her father and Pepper lost her husband.

He is the reason...

he lost another father figure.

The demonic thoughts swirled inside his head, whispering -- yelling, accusations to him. Accusations that he saw as truth. He grasped his head with both of his hands, trying to stop the pounding of poisonous words in his head. Without really knowing it, his tears kept falling like a waterfall.

Sobs came from him, sobs and mumbles.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, this-this is my fault, this is my fault, if-if it wasn't for that picture, he w-would still be here! Y-you would still have your husband and-and M-morgan would still have her father. It's my --!"

"Peter! Stop!" Peter was cut off by a pair of hands on his shoulders, shaking him to reality.

Peter stared at Pepper with tears still streaming down his cheeks. Pepper moved her hands to cup Peter's cheeks, wiping the tears on his face before pulling him into a hug.

Pepper rubbed calming circles on his back, "It's not your fault, Peter. It's not. No one blames you, not the Avengers, not me, and definitely not Morgan."

Slowly, Peter hugged her back. As Peter was about to thank Pepper, he felt two tiny arms snaking around his torso.

"I don't blame you, Peter," Morgan buried her face in Peter's back. Her words fillled him with warmth, the same warmth that he felt radiating from Tony, even though Tony himself didn't know.

A smile graced his lips, and a soft whisper, "Thank you, both of you."

Tears poured again from his eyes, but it wasn't tears of sadness and guilt. No, it was tears of relief and happiness.

After they felt like it was enough, Pepper and Peter let go of the embrace. However, Morgan still clung herself onto Peter's back, making him chuckle lightly.

"I thought I tucked you in already," Peter whispered, ruffling Morgan's hair, receiving a giggle from it.

"You didn't finish your story!" Morgan grinned.

"Oh, didn't I? Then I suppose we should head back to your room and finish it, huh?"

"We should!" Morgan cheered, before running off to her room.

Pepper and Peter chuckled at Morgan's innocent and childlike behaviour.

Peter stood up from the couch, "Guess I should go and tuck her in again before she can't sleep anymore."

"Yeah, and Peter," Pepper held the previous picture, "this is for you, I'm sure Tony would want you to have it, not as a bad reminder, but as a reminder of your achievements. And since it's late, how about you stay here? I'll contact your aunt."

Peter hesitantly accepted it and smiled, "Thank you, Mrs. Stark. And that would be nice."

After finishing his story and tucking Morgan in one last time. Pepper lead him to their guest bedroom. In the guest bedroom, Peter sat on his bed and held the picture, staring at it.

"I promise that I will protect Morgan and Mrs. Stark for you Mr. Stark so that you don't have to worry and can rest. Just watch me, Mr. Stark, I will try make you proud," Peter whispered, his eyes getting teary again, but a smile remained on his lips.

Peter put the picture near his nightstand, before retiring to bed. And as he fell asleep he could've sworn to hear Tony spoke in the form of a soft breeze saying,

"I know you will, kid."

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K, I'm done. I'm finally done. This is honestly the first time I wrote something until it's finished just in the time span of 3 days. I'm actually proud of myself.

Oh and, thank you for reading and if any of the characters are OOC I am so sorry cuz this is the first time for me to write something Marvel related and not DC related, but still, I love both. And I apologize if it's bad and/or I made you go through a roller coaster of emotions up there.

Welp, thanks for reading.

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takaraphoenix · 6 years ago

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Thor/Tony. What if Thor is courting Tony Asgardian style, but Tony being well Tony doesn't totally understand but is all kinds of confused/smitten. Bruce is just watching amused before stepping in to tell Thor that Tony is not good with subtle and needs a more direct approach? Smut is welcome but fluff is fine as well :)

The Avengers had defeated Loki and his army of aliens. They had secured the Tesseract. They had been ready to celebrate victory – and then everything had gone awry.

Tony had a heart-attack, probably an aftermath of going through the portal and temporarily dying there. Thor revived him using his lightning, but Loki used the distraction and turmoil to escape – stealing the Tesseract in the process. Steve, all the while, was busy battling Loki who had shapeshifted into Steve to mess with his head.

That, of course, changed their plans. What was only supposed to be one mission, one fight, turned into an actual... team. A project. They had to track down Loki and they had to find the Tesseract.

For convenience purposes, the team moved into Stark Tower, to have a headquarters. Tony easily designed floors for each of the Avengers, which was honestly all he got to do being tied to the bed. Figuratively, sadly, because literally would at least be fun. But oh no, you nearly die twice in one day and everyone suddenly fusses over you. How annoying.

It wasn't that annoying though, if Tony was honest. Nat had bought shawarma for them all and they ate around Tony's hospital bed, with Clint in the next bed over to get checked over after the mind-control. It had been the very first moment of team-bonding, actual bonding.

/break\

"Blueberries?"

"Thank you, Tony", smiled Jane in amusement as she accepted the treat.

She popped the blueberry into her mouth before returning her attention to the blackboard. Old-fashioned. It was more fun that way, or so Jane claimed. Tony and Bruce rolled with it and honestly, it really was more fun than a white-board. This was how the science trio had been sciencing for the past three months now. Ever since the battle of New York.

They had brought Jane Foster in, as the Earthly expert on Asgard and Loki. Honestly, Tony didn't understand why they hadn't called her during the battle of New York already, she would have been an asset to Tony and Bruce. Well, better late than never, Tony supposed.

Now Tony had two live-in scientists to science with. Even though Jane had started out as being Thor's ex-girlfriend (disappearing to Asgard for months without calling was a sure way to end a relationship), there was no ill-will between them. Jane and Thor still shared a deep connection, a deep friendship, and Thor respected her scientific knowledge and was grateful to have her help them try to track down Loki. Tony loved it. Loved having Bruce and Jane with him here.

Well, he loved having the Avengers here in general. Tony Stark had never been a pack-person. His parents had lived isolated, the closest he had ever come to having a pack had been his parents and the Jarvises. Then his parents had died in a car accident and Ana and Edwin... Tony was alone.

He had met Rhodey at MIT and he had Obie, but then Rhodey left for the army and further down the road, Obie betrayed Tony, betrayed him so deeply. And Tony, he found it hard to trust anyone. Only those he knew he could trust, even more so than he had thought to trust Obie. Rhodey, Pepper, Happy. Those were his people, but it was hardly a pack.

They said omegas needed a pack. Tony had always scoffed at that, because he never knew pack.

Now? Now that he had a pack? He finally understood. He understood what it meant to have a pack and he understood how much it meant. The safety, the comfort, the warmth.

It was the first time, since Edwin and Ana Jarvis had died, that Tony felt like he had a family. Yes, sure, he had Rhodey, Pepper and Happy, but – Rhodey was mostly gone, the job required it, and Tony had never actually lived with a pack before; Pepper and Happy lived together somewhere else, a happy couple. Now however, Tony had a pack, had a pack living with him.

"I don't think we'll ever find Loki", sighed Bruce exhausted.

He collapsed backward in his chair some, tilting his head back. Tony nudged him and pushed the bowl of blueberries toward him as a pick-me-up. It earned him a wry smile from the exhausted scientist and Bruce grabbed a handful of blueberries to eat.

"I mean, sure, we've been hunting him for over three months yet and sure, he keeps slipping away and sure, he is constantly making fun of us and—I think I lost my train of thought..."

"Your point, Tony", sighed Jane fondly. "Was that we can't just give up."

"Right. That. Thank you, star lady", nodded Tony pleased.

Jane smiled and shook her head as she exchanged a look with Bruce.

/break\

"What's with the pacing?", asked Clint.

The omega had his feet in his alpha's lap, with Nat having the fingers of one hand circled around one of Clint's ankles, while Clint was sharpening an arrow. It was a nice, calm afternoon where most of the Avengers were gathered in the common room. Natasha was holding a controller with her other hand, single-handedly beating Steve at Mario Kart.

"Thor's due to return today", replied Bruce without looking up. "And Nat, I really think you should let Steve win every now and again. This isn't good for the captain's morale."

"My morale is fine, Banner!", countered Steve. "I'll win the next round."

Bruce chuckled softly and exchanged a knowing look with Natasha. Jane and Darcy were sitting at the table with Bruce, sorting through newspapers, printed articles and magazines – most recent mentions and sightings of Loki. Darcy was mostly looking on the internet usually, though she often admitted defeat because sorting between legitimate sightings and thirst posts was hard.

"Wait. You people are talking about me", stated Tony as he abruptly stopped pacing.

"Truly, your genius is astonishing", quipped Darcy with a grin.

Tony scowled. He liked the girl. Darcy was a beta with snark and personality. She had come as a package deal with Jane and by now, he was happy about that. She was an excellent addition to the pack – and to the team. Not as an active Avenger, but as the PR manager of the Avengers, specifically their social media presence. After all, this new team made up of spies and a god and a science experiment gone wrong and a sober alcoholic playboy philanthropist, it didn't necessarily invoke confidence or trust. They had been a ragtag team thrown together by circumstances, so aside from internal team-bonding they also needed press and a good image for the public. Thanks to Darcy's posts online, they had gained a lot of favor (and fans).

"I'm not pacing about Thor returning. It's just, we're pack. I'm not particularly fond of a pack-mate being on another planet", grunted Tony defensively and annoyed.

"I dunno. No one else is that antsy about his return", quipped Darcy teasingly.

"It's an omega-thing", tried Tony irritated.

"Yeah, I'll debunk that for you", countered Clint. "I'm not antsy either."

Tony scowled at them, but at least Jane had mercy on him. "Thor's been bringing back books and technology for Tony. I think that's... more so what Tony's antsy about."

"Thank you. You're my new favorite Avenger", huffed Tony.

"That hurts. That hurts deeply, Tony", stated Steve with that sad puppy-pout. "I didn't even-"

"You didn't defend me either", argued Tony.

"I mean, they're right, so...", drawled Steve. "You always pace in particular when Thor's about to return. Not so much when Clint and Natasha return from a mission with the agents, or-"

"You're a traitor, Steve Rogers", accused Tony. "I think we need a divorce. I'm taking Bruce and Jane. You can keep the archer and the smirking widow."

Darcy snorted amused, though before anyone else could tease Tony about it, Thor landed not so lightly in the backyard – they had a special landing area closed off for this very occasion. Darcy's expression morphed into a teasing grin as she saw how much Tony perked up. She liked to consider herself the local Thor Odinson Expert and she knew what someone smitten with Thor looked like; had lived with Jane for long enough during her relationship with Thor. Tony Stark was smitten with Thor, maybe even more than just smitten. And considering all the gifts Thor brought back from Asgard – gifts very specifically for Tony – Darcy would bet it was not so one-sided.

The Avengers put what they did aside to get up and walk outside to greet Thor. Despite teasing Tony about it, they all had been looking forward to Thor's return, in some way or another. They were a team, they were a pack. The battle of New York and thrown them together, but the months that followed of searching for Loki had actually forged them into a team.

"Welcome home", greeted Jane with a smile.

"My friends!", exclaimed Thor with the usual joyous laughter bubbling in his chest. "It is truly good to be home again! I have missed you dearly! You have to tell me all about the glorious battles you have fought while I was gone. And do you have news on my brother?"

"Well, news yes, but...", drawled Darcy.

"He keeps getting away", supplied Natasha. "But let's not worry about that yet. Come on in. Let's order some food and catch each other up. I'm sure you're hungry."

That was a safe bet with Thor, always. At the prospect of eating Earth food, Thor perked up even more. He loved Asgard, he truly did, but every time he was there, he found himself missing Earth. Missing humans – especially his humans. And speaking of his humans, his eyes found Tony. The small, brilliant omega looked up at him with excitement sparkling in his honey-eyes.

"I brought more books for you, Tony", stated Thor, putting down a bag.

If possible, Tony's eyes sparkled even more at that and he eagerly went to look at them. "You don't have to, Thor. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble with your father-"

"Nonsense. These are merely school books for our youngest, he would not even notice."

"Who'd have thought Tony Stark would be excited about elementary school books?", teased Clint.

"Elementary school on a whole other planet", countered Tony pointedly, waving the book in Clint's face. "This contains mathematical equations that have never been seen like it on Earth!"

"The biology. Evolution on Asgard. Plant life", mused Bruce eagerly.

Of course did Tony share the shiny new wisdom that Thor was giving him. Half the time the science trio spent together was spent on the texts Thor brought him. Even though Thor always made rather sure to let Tony know it was for him. Which was flattering and nice. It was rare for Tony to get stuff. Most people didn't bother, because he was a billionaire – what was it that he couldn't just buy himself? Pepper, Happy and Rhodey were the only exceptions. Or used to be the only exceptions.

Darcy would make awful collages of pictures she had taken of the science trio, even with a hand-made frame. Steve sometimes gave him drawings he made – mostly those he made in the lab, of Tony with his bots. Tony had them pinned up all over the lab by now.

It was nice, having a pack. A pack that really cared for him, accepted him as part of them.

"And I bring food, for everyone", stated Thor after a long moment. "With greetings from mother."

Because while Thor was excited about human food? His human pack was very excited about Asgardian food. His mother liked to pack him a feast to go, a thanks for the people who took such good care of her son and accepted him among them, aided him, gave him a home.

"I love your mom", stated Darcy seriously. "That lady is amazing and knows exactly how to bribe."

The Avengers made their way back inside and set the table for them all, before they sat down together, as a family, to eat and catch each other up on their progress, or lack thereof.

/break\

Thor heaved a forlorn sigh as he grabbed his mead and took a long gulp from it. He was sitting together with Steve, Clint and Natasha. They held a party at the tower – not a rare thing, especially not when Thor would return from a stay on Asgard. Tony was standing off over with Jane, Bruce and Darcy, laughing and talking. They had many visitors, fans mostly.

"You know, relationships among the team aren't a problem", noted Natasha casually.

Thor hummed and turned his attention over to the Black Widow. She and Clint were in a relationship, Thor knew that. Every Avenger knew that. They weren't overly affectionate in public, they didn't make a big show of their relationship, but fighting alongside them made the deep bond they shared very obvious. They shared so much, a long history of suffering, missions and only being able to rely on each other. Thor felt humbled being among the limited number of people they both trusted, the people they now called pack and family.

"Of course it's not", stated Thor a little confused.

Clint sighed and rolled his eyes where he was leaning closely against Natasha. "Then what is it? Because if it's Jane, boy I got some news for you. She is so not hung up on you anymore."

Thor furrowed his brows at that and returned his attention back to the scientists and Darcy. Jane and Bruce stood close, very close, with Jane resting a hand on Bruce's arm as she leaned forward in laughter at something Tony had just said. Of course was Jane not hung up on him anymore. It had been over half a year ago that they had broken off and even before that, for a long while their relationship had barely counted as such, with him disappearing for months on end to Asgard, not calling or giving notice. It was for the best for the both of them to be friends.

"Jane is not a vengeful woman, she would never hold it against me to move on, no more than I would hold it against her to move on. She is very deserving of happiness", stated Thor.

"Thor, buddy", started Steve with a sigh and clapped Thor on the back. "Why haven't you asked Tony out on a date yet? That's what the spies are asking."

"Ah", nodded Thor in understanding. "I have yet to complete the first courting stage before I could move on to something so daring."

The other three didn't quite know what to make of that and just exchanged a confused look.

/break\

"I had a lot of fun tonight, Bruce."

"So did I", replied Bruce with a gentle smile.

Jane was holding onto his arm, returning his smile. The two had gone out for dinner, were now walking through the park. It was nice, having someone gentle, soft and yet fiercely brilliant to share everything with. They had slowly orbited closer over the past months until they reached this point.

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask", sighed Bruce as they returned to the tower. "I know you're not... interested in Thor anymore in that way, but I do wonder... is it awkward for you, to see your ex every day and now to see him clearly interested in one of your friends?"

Jane laughed a little at that and shook her head. "I mean, I suppose it was odd when I first realized it. But Thor is... He's a good guy. I care deeply about him. I want to see him happy. And, I suppose, he has a type, mh? The brilliant, brunette scientists from Earth."

Bruce hummed softly, fingers linked with Jane's as they reached the floor Jane and Darcy were sharing. He smiled when he leaned in to kiss her briefly before biding his goodbye. There was someone else he wanted to ask the same question. He had heard from Natasha that they already had asked Thor this very question, but it had apparently left the two spies and the super soldier confused. So Bruce had done a bit more digging, digging through the textbooks about Asgardian culture and then talking to Jane and Darcy a bit more.

"Thor. Are you... busy?", asked Bruce when he reached Thor's floor.

Clint and Natasha shared a floor, so did Jane and Darcy, Bruce had a private lab in his floor and thus no floor-mate, while Thor and Steve also shared one. Tony was far too generous to be real, most of the time. It would have already been a grand gesture of him to give them rooms, but the specifically designed floors? Tony, he had so much to give – not just money and material stuff, he had so much love to give and the Avengers were lucky. Not to be spoiled but because they were being loved this way. Tony did his everything to protect them, to make them happy.

"Ah, no, my friend. I was just considering if I should join the captain in the training facilities", replied Thor with a smile. "Or would the Hulk like to come out and train with me?"

"No. No, he wouldn't", chuckled Bruce and shook his head.

"Then what can I do for you?", inquired Thor, motioning for Bruce to walk with him.

"I... I didn't ask you this before because I didn't want it to look to Jane like I'm asking your permission to date her, but as your friend and pack-mate, I still wanted to know how you feel about me and Jane", replied Bruce honestly, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"I think that you are a wonderful match", laughed Thor joyfully, slapping Bruce's back.

Bruce stumbled a little under the force, though he smiled to himself. Thor was a good guy, a kind man. Bruce thought he too deserved to find happiness. But judging by everything he had been witnessing over the past three months, Thor would need a bit help there.

"I think you and Tony are a good match", offered Bruce after a moment.

And it was true. Thor and Tony had been particularly close ever since New York – after Tony had nearly died the second time in one day when he had the heart-attack and Thor restarted his heart with lightning. The two sparred together, Tony had developed technology capable of channeling and using Thor's lightning, enabling them to perform some spectacular attacks together.

"Why, thank you", smiled Thor, though it was a bit of a sad smile. "I wish Tony would see it that way too. Alas, I think... my courting is futile."

"That's... what I wanted to talk to you about", replied Bruce. "I think what you're not accounting for is that Asgardian customs and Earthly customs are... very different. What I'm saying is that I don't think Tony even knows you're courting him. He thinks that you are being a good friend and team-mate by bringing him all those books and all the technology and by getting to know his family. He doesn't know what those actions mean in your culture."

"...Oh", grunted Thor and paused, blinking slowly. "I... had truly not... considered that."

"Tony is a bit oblivious when it comes to those things, so that's not helping either", continued Bruce with an encouraging smile. "Maybe you should go and talk to him, put your feelings to words."

Bruce huffed as he was suddenly pulled into a hug by a very enthusiastic Thor. "Thank you for the advise, my friend! Can you tell Steve that I won't be able to make our sparring session after all?"

"Of course. And, good luck, Thor", chuckled Bruce as he watched Thor run off.

/break\

Tony was in his labs, hunched over the piece of Asgardian technology that Thor had brought him this time. Tony loved dissecting them, figuring out how they worked, what made them tick, what their function was. It was so exciting. He was grinning like a maniac in joy.

"Sir, Thor asks for access to the lab."

Blinking curiously, Tony put the tech aside and looked up. "Uh. Let him in, Jay."

Thor was not exactly a frequent visitor of the lab – mainly, and he knew that, because Thor was not exactly big on the fine-motor skills and he didn't want to break anything. Steve very often sat with Tony and drew here, Jane and Bruce of course for their own projects. But Thor...?

"I wish to take you out to dinner!", exclaimed Thor as soon as he entered the lab.

Again, Tony blinked, tilting his head a little. "I think Darcy dropped sandwiches for me off like an hour ago. You don't need to drag me out to eat. Though it's... nice you all care so much."

"No", huffed Thor, looking troubled. "Bruce said I need to put it into words for you don't understand Asgardian courting rituals. Which makes sense, of course, now that I think of it. I just... didn't. I wish to take you out to dinner, as a date. That is... how humans court, yes?"

"Court...? I... what?", asked Tony slowly, staring up at the tall alpha.

"You are truly the most impressive omega I have ever met", stated Thor seriously. "You are kind, brave, strong and brilliant. I have... cared deeply for Jane, but nothing I ever felt was this intense. I have been courting you for weeks and thought you were not interested and politely declining by not acting on my courting attempts. On Asgard, we court – we share knowledge with the one we love, we bring them food, especially that they enjoy truly, we make them gifts, all of the little machines I kept bringing to you from Asgard and the fabrics and clothes, they were not just for you to study, they were also simply for you to... enjoy."

"...Oh", whispered Tony. "I, we don't... We don't really court. We just date and the only kind of courting gift given is an engagement ring. I didn't... huh. You. Uhm. Okay."

"Okay?", echoed Thor unsure.

"Date. Okay", clarified Tony with a deep flush. "You... uh... I mean, come on, look at you. You're really out of this world. And you're not just... really nice to look at, Thor. You're... like an over-sized puppy. You're soft and sweet and kind. You're... unlike any alpha I ever met."

The smile on Thor's face grew with every word and he looked ready to explode from joy at the end. Unable to hold back, he grabbed Tony around the waist and lifted him up to whirl him around.

"Wonderful! Tonight?", asked Thor with a smile, kissing Tony's cheek softly.

(due to tumblr not allowing the NSFW tag anymore, the NSFW part is below the line, so consider this your warning.)

/break\

Thor really was like an over-sized puppy. He loved following Tony around eagerly, happy for every time he got Tony's undivided attention. He loved cuddling with Tony, very often the two would simply be curled together on the couch. Thor was very comfortable for cuddling, he was so large and safe and yet so gentle. Now that Tony understood what Thor was doing, he had far more intense reactions to every time Thor brought him something from Asgard. By now, Tony had also been to Asgard before – because Queen Frigga had insisted on meeting the omega her son was courting. And Frigga was amazing, a wonderful lady, while Odin was slightly unsettling, but in the end there was nothing Odin could do to change Thor's mind (and Frigga had her husband enough under control to make him back off). So, Tony had accepted this bizarre new reality of him being courted by an alien prince. In the end, it was just... Thor. His Thor. Royalty and alien origins didn't matter.

"Ye—es!", exclaimed Thor excitedly as their attack landed.

Him and Tony were the perfect team. The updates on his suit that Tony had developed – with the help of the Asgardian technology that Thor had brought him – were perfect to channel Thor's lightning. They managed stronger attacks, better hits, when Thor summoned lightning in the clouds, he was no longer the only one able to wield it. The armor landed and opened up and Tony stumbled out of it, a grin matching Thor's on his face. Though when Thor turned toward Tony, his eyes darkened. The armor was impressive, but the skin-tight black under-suit that Tony wore beneath it?

"You truly are brilliant, Tony", stated Thor with a smile, grasping Tony by the hips.

Tony gasped breathlessly as his strong, tall alpha lifted him up with ease and pinned him against the nearest wall. Thor's hands cupped Tony's ass, Tony's legs wrapping around Thor's waist as the two kissed deeply. Clumsily, they tugged each other free of their clothes, at least enough to make this work. Thor slipped a thick finger into Tony's hole, already wet just from the display of strength from his to-be-mate. A second finger followed soon enough and Tony was writhing on them, moaning loudly. Thor pulled out of Tony, his hand soaked with the omega's slick. He wrapped that hand around his own cock, lubing it up with his lover's slick while kissing Tony deeply.

"You are truly the most astonishing omega I ever met", whispered Thor gently.

He grabbed Tony safely with both hands on his hips and slowly lowered the omega onto his hard cock, effectively distracting Tony from any thought. Tony's eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned back against the wall. Thor was gigantic, which figured considering everything else about the alien. It always stole the breath right out of Tony's lungs when the thick, large cock invaded him like that, filled him up like that. Once Tony was fully seated on Thor's length, they paused. Giving Tony the time to adjust. Tony wrapped his arms around Thor's neck and kissed him again.

"You know, we can't let every sparring session end in sex in the training room..."

"What? Why not?", asked Thor, looking genuinely put off by that as he started fucking into Tony. "Do you not enjoy our little tradition of blowing off the last left-over adrenaline."

"I enjoy it a lot", groaned Tony, gasping as Thor hit his prostate. "But Clint's been giving me shit about it reeking like sex and everybody else is snickering about it too."

"So let. Them. Snicker", huffed Thor, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust.

Tony gave a strangled little sound at that, arching into his alpha. Thor thrust in harder and deeper, until the alpha's knot was pushed into him, making Tony moan in a drawn-out way. He loved being knotted by Thor, because if his dick was big? Damn, his knot really was something else.

"Okay, yeah", gasped Tony. "You're right."

"Of course I am", hummed Thor, kissing Tony's neck gently.

He let go of Tony's waist with one hand to jerk him off while his knot swelled to its full size and the two of them came together, Tony spraying his cum all over Thor's chest and Thor filling his omega up. Gasping for breath, Tony leaned forward to rest his head on Thor's shoulder.

"I really love our sparring sessions", laughed Tony breathlessly.

"Aye. So do I", replied Thor with a pleased look on his face.

He slowly lowered them both onto a training mat so they could cuddle until Thor's knot would deflate. Tony tucked his head under Thor's chin, his cheek resting against Thor's chest. Smiling pleased, he closed his eyes while his alpha wrapped his arms around Tony's waist. Who'd have thought that Loki escaping would lead to Tony getting all of this? Fate truly was twisted.

#Fanfiction #Marvel #Tony Stark #Thor Odinson #IronThunder #Lemon #can't believe we're back on the citrus scale #Naughty List #fallenqueen2

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up-among-the-stars · 8 years ago

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Cycle 307

The five times Kaizo forgets his birthday, and the one time he doesn’t.

Kaizo is sixteen when he first forgets.

Granted, he forgets a lot of things these days, but none of which he actually means to. He's taking his time with the mask, and while the side-effects aren't disabling, they're not exactly productive, either. It's annoying, how the memories he wants buried stay vividly clear, but Imus forbid he remember his own naming day.

So when his grandfather walks in the training room, a whole shift early and wondering why he hasn't started cleaning up, his first response is a very eloquent, "What?"

The general stares at him. "We're going to the plaza."

"...why?"

"It's your naming day," the man says with a slight frown, watching as Kaizo blinks in realization.

"Oh. Right."

"You forgot." It's not a question.

Kaizo hums, looking back at the sentinel he's pinning on the wall. He releases his hold and ends the simulation with a quick command, idly watching the bot sink back to the floor. He can still feel his grandfather watching him, but he honestly doesn't know what to say.

It was his choice to keep the mask, and the consequences were something he just had to live with.

He settles with a simple, "It's a work in progress."

Kaizo meets his grandfather's eyes, lets the other search his face for a few moments, and waits. His mouth quirks upward when he gets a small nod, knowing that the general has seen his resolve. Out of habit, he does a quick salute, before heading off to his room for a quick shower.

Training can wait; for now, he has a celebration to attend.

ii.

There are... things outside his room.

Kaizo is barely back from his latest mission when he spots the colorful mess in the hallway. He was gone for a couple of lunar cycles to patrol the Latsyrk quadrants, having picked up a couple of frequencies that belonged to powerspheres.

He'd managed to collect five of them before deciding to head home, which is how he finds himself in this current situation.

Frowning at the storage blocks scattered at his doorway, Kaizo wonders if someone dropped them, before pushing the thought away. Everyone in the East Wing knows where his room is, if only to avoid it. He's not the... kindest of people, especially after long-term missions. He blames Bora Ra for that one.

Upon closer inspection, he notices one that looks like Maya's. Bronze has always been the mechanic's color, so he picks that one up, half convinced that it's safe. If anything ever happens to him, he can always drop by her shop for an unannounced visit.

He's turning the cube over when he notices the storage date, then everything clicks.

Oh, Kaizo thinks. It was my naming day.

He hadn't really been paying attention to the date recently, but he supposed those close to him still did. Pressing the release button, Kaizo steps back just in time to catch a metallic blue slab, sleek sides tapered off to a handle.

He shifts to hold it properly and watches as it morphs around his arm to form an ion blaster.

Maya really doesn't hold back, Kaizo thinks, smirking at the possibilities for his next mission. The sword may be his preferred medium, but even he wouldn't refuse something with twice the power. He shuts it down before grabbing the other blocks still at his feet, wondering what the others got him as he finally enters his room.

iii

He's still bleeding.

Kaizo pants as he stares at the wound on his side. With a grunt, he lets his head thunk back on the tree behind him and tries to catch his breath, fairly content with being idle for the first time in two cycles. He knows Lahap enough to assume that the lieutenant has kept the data chip safe, so for now, he has only one problem.

He counts to ten before trying again.

"Xek'trs," Kaizo hisses, voice sharp in his mother tongue as he presses his activated sword against his side. It's one of the messier ways to deal with his injuries, but the wound has been bleeding enough to make him worried. He'll have to clean up better once they get out of the system.

It's after the fourth try that he finally manages to cauterize the cut successfully.

Damn Iaku and their traps, he thinks darkly, remembering how their target had worked with bounty hunters. It's not every day that they went to a mission with half the specs they needed, but this one happened to be more of a surprise than the captain was expecting.

Absentmindedly, he thinks how bad of a surprise it was.

He doesn't exactly remember the day.

iv.

There's a missed call, and from a direct line.

Kaizo narrows his eyes at the yellow triangle blinking on the screen. There are three options: either he's been found out, his planet is under attack, or it's a really important tip that he's been waiting for from the few contacts he has.

Whichever it is, he's going to have to call back.

Pulling up a few lines of code, Kaizo sets a frequency. The holographic display lights up a few moments later, and on it is -

"Aeron?"

From the screen, a guy visibly lights up as he signs a greeting. Kaizo offers a quick smile, before asking, "What's with the call?" He watches as the other signs, brows raising with the speed and every cut-off sentence as the man on the other line turns more sheepish.

"A," Kaizo interrupts after the fifth attempt is waved off, "As funny as this is, can you at least tell me if there's a problem?"

Aeron freezes mid-motion, before slowly signing, 'no.'

"Okay." Kaizo blinks. "Why'd you call, then?"

"He wanted to greet you, idiot."

Kaizo can't help the smirk that makes its way on his face at the reply. "Still ratting people out, greaser?" he asks, waving off Aeron's panic at Maya's sudden comment, "Same as always, I see." There's a snort, and Kaizo can practically hear the eyeroll in her reply.

"So are you. You would've forgotten your naming day if A hadn't called."

"Fair enough."

"Captain?"

"Yes?"

"Do you... think we could visit home?"

Kaizo looks up to see Fang staring at the ground, hands fiddling with his gloves. It's a little amusing how nervous his brother still gets around him, though it's not surprising, with all that he's done. He's not exactly the best sibling in the world.

Although -

"I don't see why not," he says, tilting his head at how the other seems to perk up at that. "Something important?"

Fang blinks at his question, before looking away and mumbling, "Sort of."

Interesting.

If he's going to be honest, the last thing Kaizo expected Fang to be worried about was his naming day celebration.

Their parents had been surprised, to say at least, but so was he when Fang pressed to have the trip in a cycle. Kaizo watches as his brother talks animatedly with their parents, telling them about adventures he had with his friends.

It's... nice, seeing them again.

Though it's not something I can always afford, Kaizo thinks.

He stares at his soup as he takes another sip.

(+ i.)

So, the kids know when his naming day is.

But did they really have to do this? Kaizo thinks, three parts amused as he stares down at the pile of... presents outside his ship's control room. The other fourth of him is feeling an odd sense of déjà vu, but that's mostly ignored for the shocked look on his lieutenant's face.

"Lahap," he says, startling the other to attention, "You start the ship."

The lieutenant makes a face. "Captain?"

"I'll deal with it," he replies, crouching to pick up the a-little-too-bright bundle. Color-coded, he assumes, eyes automatically finding his brother's gift, as well as Boboiboy's. There are three green packages, though, so he assumes that the twins were in this, too.

Really, what is it with people and naming days.

a bunch of important notes (read: headcanons) for those who are confused:

- i have this headcanon that kaizo’s grandfather is a general??? idk, it sounded pretty cool, and kaizo had to get his military background from someone

- another headcanon: kaizo’s mask is an incomplete weapon, kind of like a prototype, so sometimes it messes with his brain and makes him forget things

- birthdays are called naming days in their planet (as features in another fic of mine).

- edit because i forgot ajjsjahs: Imus is one of their planet’s three major deities

- when he’s not at home, kaizo stays in the garrison. his room is in the east wing.

- Latsyrk quadrants: a bunch of quadrants opposite from the one that has kaizo’s planet.

- Xek'trs: made up curse word because i want kaizo and fang to speak alien languages!!! or something, just let them have a mother language, please.

- Iaku: another made up thing, but now an alien race. they’re known for hunting, hence the traps.

- maya and aeron are my ocs!!! read more about them here.

- ps. i know very little about interstellar communication omg, im sorry sdjfhsdak

- the kids would totally give the captain gifts, if they found out about his birthday. they’d throw him a party, but they’re not close enough, and most of them can see that kaizo isn’t one for huge celebrations.

- gifts the kids probably gave: tea (from boboiboy, and yes, he asked fang to help), a cupcake (from yaya, bUT DON’T WORRY, THE OTHERS HELPED), a pin (from ying, and it definitely says ‘rebel’), a glass figurine (it’s kaizo’s sword, gopal didn’t know what to give but his friends kept bothering him, give him a break), new gloves (from fang, because kaizo actually goes through them pretty quickly), and alien tech (sai gave him the latest comm link in the market, and shielda gave him a holopad, also the latest in the market)

a/n: i feel very conflicted about this because i feel like i haven’t shown my view of kaizo as well as i wished??? but thats because too much of what i have are headcanons and i cant write well enough without making you guys confused??? anyway, this doesnt look like it fits the theme much either, but hear me out: the thing that makes it not-so-happy is that kaizo doesnt really care for his naming day. it - it would’ve made sense had i published my first entry for kaizo week, but then it would need more explaining and its 1 am and i need to sleep. bUT ANYWAY, i hope u guys at least enjoyed the fic skdjfhjksa

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wantingtobekorra · 8 years ago

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The Music I Can Give You - Part 6

Summary: Generally, you’re a fairly open person with the team. You tell them about your past and in turn they seem to open up to you as well. The only thing is, is that no one on the team knew of your intense love of music. It was something incredibly personal to you and you kept it close to your heart, not willing to open yourself up to other people’s judgement. That is, until Bucky Barnes came to the Tower. You never spoke to Bucky but the more you watched and observed him, the faster you found yourself falling for the kind, strong man. It’s only after seeing Bucky being tormented by one of his nightmares do you realize that maybe there is something that you can do to help him, and quietly show your love for him at the same time.

Word Count: 1.7K(oooohhhh yes I did!)

Warnings: None really.

A/N: This is the biggest chapter yet! It’s in Bucky’s POV so things are going to get interesting!! I hope you enjoy! And feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

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Bucky’s POV

Sitting in the common room I watched as the rest of the team chatted and laughed with each other, well

most

of the team. I hadn’t seen you since last night and you hadn’t shown up to training with me and Steve this morning either. I was somehow completely in tune with your schedule and it scared the ever loving shit out of me. It didn’t help that you were gorgeous in an old 1940’s way, thick and full and strong in places that most girls felt they had to be stick thin nowadays. Staring out into space, Steve’s big hand on my shoulder snapped my focus back to reality.

“You want anything?” he asked, gesturing with his head towards the kitchen. Glancing back quickly I shook my head, giving him a half-smile. Clapping my shoulder lightly, he got up and moved around Wanda and Clint as they talked animatedly on the chairs next to us. Sighing I went` back to staring into space.

“You missed our training session this morning Y/N” I heard Steve say. Turning around, I just caught you winking at Steve while you took a bite of an apple. A flare of jealously flared up in my chest, making me inwardly wince. You had hardly ever spoken to me and yet, somehow you had caught my attention. Sometimes I caught you looking at me before quickly looking away and the only I could think of why is because of who I used to be. The rest of the team had seemed to accept me fairly quickly, parroting the same condolences and assurances that Steve had while I had been recovering. It was nice but honestly it was getting tiresome. But you hadn’t approached me at, seeming to avoid me at every turn. Snapping my eyes back to you and Steve in the kitchen, I overheard you answer,

“Yeah, sometimes I actually like to start my day with your star-spangled ass not kicking mine” you snarked. Throwing my arm around the back of the couch I almost smiled at your sass, knowing what was following your bad.

“Language”. I almost laughed out loud at your sass as you stole Steve’s catchphrase right out of his mouth. Watching both of you interact was hilarious. As you pushed his buttons, I could see as Steve fought to hold onto the control he held onto so successfully with everyone else. Rolling his eyes, Steve tried to hold in his smile but I could see him struggling. As you turned away from Steve your eyes caught mine and I froze, seeing what you would do. Instead of turning away as you always did though you held my gaze. Not know what to do, I did the same, noticing how your eyes were more beautiful than I had initially thought, with flecks of something in them that I couldn’t place. But what ruined the picture was that you looked almost sad but not quite. Something was definitely bothering you, something that shouldn’t. Even if I had never really spoken to you and knew hardly anything about you, I knew that I never wanted to see that look on your face again. Working up the courage to ask you what was wrong I opened my mouth to ask but you broke eye contact and turned back towards Steve, answering something that he has asked you. Blinking a few times, I saw Steve’s eyes bounce between you and me before I turned my head away, though I kept listening as Steve repeated what he had said to you,

“All I was saying was that I won’t be here for the next few mornings to train with you. I just wanted to give you a heads up”. Steve had told me about his visiting the VA with Sam, making sure that I was going to be okay at the Tower without him. Honestly, he was worse than my mom used to be. I had to admit though, the Punk did go out of his way to try and make things easier on me, even inviting me to listen in on the talks he was doing at the VA, but I had declined. As much as I had recovered, I still wasn’t nearly enough ready to face talking about my issues out loud with strangers. Turning my head slightly, I could hear you answer,

“This isn’t about me missing this morning’s session is it?” I knew Steve was too demanding when it came to training even if I knew the real reason why he wasn’t going to be at the Tower. Turning around, I opened my mouth to deny the anxiousness and self-doubt I could hear in your voice but Steve beat me to it.

“No, geez no that’s not it all doll,” Steve put his hand on your shoulder, comforting you in a way I could only wish of. Maybe in the distant future but no way that could happen while you were scared of me. “Sam’s just got a thing going on down at the VA and asked me to help out a bit. He said they’re having a series of discussion about feeling displaced when you get back home from war, like you have nothing to ground you”. Steve laughed and looked away, shrugging. I knew he had had trouble finding that something to ground him, but the team helped, it gave him a definite, achievable goal in a world that didn’t make sense anymore, to either of us. “I guess with 70 years of time passing and the war ending, Sam thinks I’ll have an extreme perspective that’ll help the other vets deal with theirs”. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Steve may have been able to find something to ground him but I still struggled, nothing I tried seemed to help, with the nightmares or the flashbacks. Initially, Steve had helped me with both but after seeing how much of a toll the stress and long nights were taking on him, I had moved my room to the same level as the kitchen, away from everyone else’s rooms on the floor above. The nightmares didn’t stop but I managed to hide them; Steve had enough on his plate without me adding my problems to it. Opening my eyes I saw you place your hand over Steve’s on the kitchen counter,

“Steve,” you called, your tone soft and demanding at the same time. You gripped his hand in both of your smaller ones. “Are you okay Steve?” you asked quietly, making sure to not draw attention to yourselves. Turning my gaze towards Steve, I could see confusion painted across his face.

“What?”

You kept your voice low but I could still hear you, for once making me thankful for the damn serum.

“I just want to make sure that you’re okay,” you explained, shrugging your shoulders. “Just with you talking about helping the other vets with finding what grounds them, I – I just want to make sure that you’re okay, you know? Like, that you have something to ground you”. Staring at you I could only shake my head, stunned. I had known that you were kind and decently observant but at no time had I given you the credit you obviously deserved. It was so rare that anyone bothered to look past the front that Captain America offered, and even less often that people then asked after the well-being of the man, yet here you were, doing both as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Looking at Steve’s face, I could just catch the same look of awed shock and quiet joy before he pulled you into a hug. Steve’s next words were muffled by your hair but I had stopped listening. That was it, I was a goner. Even while you hated me, or even were scared of me, you had reached in and frickin grabbed my heart, or at least what was left of it. I knew you would probably never trust me, or for that matter love me back but right now, I couldn’t help but love you. Your kindness, quiet strength, and honestly, your sass that only made appearances in special places or with certain people. The final thing though? The final piece to him being a goner was how you treated Steve. The kid was his brother, someone he could rely on in his past life and in this new one and seeing you show such love towards him, just sealed the deal.

Seeing a blur of movement, I looked up from where I had been blankly staring at Wanda and Clint talking in time to see you sprint out of the room, biting your lip. Sitting up, I looked between where you had just left and Steve who stared after you, confusion covering his face. Jumping over the back of the couch I strode towards Steve but kept my eyes on the door where you had just been, hoping that you would return so I could make sure you were alright,

“What did you say to her?” I demanded, turning to stare at Steve. Looking away from the door, Steve frowned at me,

“What makes you think I said anything to make her run off!?” he countered. “And why do you care?”

Turning away I huffed out a breath, not willing to reply to the question that I had just figured out the answer to myself not five minutes ago. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I could Steve’s face slowly morph from anger to understanding and barely contained glee. “I don’t want to hear it Punk” I muttered, crossing my arms. Steve raised his arms in mock surrender, a grin spreading across his face. Rolling my eyes, I walked out the kitchen but not before I heard Steve almost laugh out,

“I didn’t say anything Jerk!”

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winterbaby89 · 8 years ago

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As Destiny Has Its Eyes On You Chapter 7/?

All the thanks to @hollyethecurious for making this lovely aesthetic/collage.

Summary: Princess Emma Swan of Misthaven has been prophesied as the Savior since before her birth. Now with the help of a Lieutenant from her past she is going to take her destiny into her own hands, to defeat the Evil Queen.

A/N: This story is inspired by ’Destiny has its eyes on you’ by the lovely @seriouslyhooked (EmilyBea on AO3 and FF). With the overwhelming support and love from EmilyBea and @ilovemesomekillianjones (who has graciously agreed to be my beta on this entire project, she can also be found on: AO3, and FF), I am presenting this to the public.

This story is rated ‘M’. I hope you enjoy, and if you haven’t read the works from these lovely ladies, I highly recommend you do so. Chapters 1-4 are based on chapters 1&2 of ‘Destiny Has Its Eyes on You’

**This chapter does contain mild violence**

AO3 FF.net Prologue/Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A Few weeks Later

Emma is walking through the ship heading towards the deck to meet Killian for the evening meal. As she reaches the corridor containing her and Killian’s cabins, stairs in sight, she hears shuffling in the shadows of the Captain’s private storage room. Paying no mind to the brief noise she continues to move towards the stairs, as she’s passing the doorway a pair of rough hands reach out to grab her and drag her into the storage room. One of the large hands is covering her mouth, as the other strong arm wraps around her middle pinning both arms to her sides. Once she’s in the room she starts looking for anything to help her get the brute to let go of her, but her eyes land on Walsh grinning at her, leering.

Emma’s mind races as she recalls yesterday’s run in...

“Hey there sweetheart, what say you show a man a good time?”

“Excuse you? I don’t know who you think you are, but I am NOT a whore, and that is NEVER going to happen.”

“Name’s Walsh miss, and there’s no need to be like that. I know the Captain brought you along for entertainment, no need to be acting like we don’t both know why you’re here. We all know that you’re not really a princess, that’s just the Captain’s way of keeping you all to himself. I’m just saying it’s past time I get my turn with you.”

Emma had been completely stunned by Walsh’s attitude, so she’d walked away before anything happened. Since he let her walk away without further consequence, Emma didn’t think to tell Killian about it. No need to upset him when it’d been handled, she had thought.

Well, she thinks to herself, this is going to be interesting.

“So sweetheart, can you be quiet?” Emma nods her head hoping the guy behind her will let go so she can try to get out of there. If only I had thought to wear my sword, she berates herself. Though she honestly hadn’t thought there was a man on this ship idiotic enough to cross Killian.

“It’s okay Murdoch, I think she’ll play nice, if she knows what’s good for her.” Murdoch takes his hand off her mouth slowly, in case she decides to scream, but he doesn’t move from between her and the open door.

Putting on a strong face she stares Walsh down. “What do you want Walsh?”

“I told you yesterday sweetheart, I just want my turn, and I will get it. Once I get mine, Murdoch here will get his.”

“And I told you yesterday; I’m not a whore. Even if I were, you still wouldn’t have a snowball's chance in hell, so just stop this and let me leave, before you do something you will regret.”

“Big words for a whore. But I don’t allow back talk from my whores, even if they are as pretty as you.” During their back and forth Emma had continued scanning the room for something to help her.

Emma didn’t want to use her magic against seemingly unarmed men, even if they were larger than her. She also didn’t like the idea of using her magic to punish – it would make her feel too much like the Evil Queen, even if it is in self-defense. Having faith in her training, and tenacity, Emma spots a solid looking piece of wood she can use as a club, only a few steps away.

As Walsh finishes talking, Emma quickly lunges for the makeshift club, grabbing ahold of it at the same time Murdoch reaches her. Her first swing doesn’t have much power behind it because he is so close, but because he stumbles backwards from the first hit, she is able to land a solid blow on the side of his head effectively knocking him out.

Walsh isn’t going to be so easy.

As Emma turns to face Walsh, he is already there, and lands a glancing blow to the side of her face, knocking her back a step. Shaking her head to keep her wits about her, she squares back up to face Walsh, swinging her club out, trying to finish this quickly. Emma lands a solid blow to his left shoulder and hears the crunch of bone on impact, causing Walsh to crumple into a heap on the floor cursing.

Trying to run past him Emma feels his hand wrap around her ankle causing her to stumble sideways into the wall. Regaining her balance quickly she smashes a foot down on his wrist making him scream in pain, and immediately release her. Walsh clutches his arm to his chest and sneers up at her from his prone position. Before he can spew anymore verbal abuse her way she swiftly kicks him in the head, finally knocking him out, then Emma runs out of the room closing the door. She secures the door, wedging her club under the handle so her would be assailants won’t be able to get out before she runs to find Killian.

Killian is trying not to worry about Emma being late coming up on deck, so relief floods through him when he sees her golden locks ascending the stairs. Relief morphs into white hot rage as soon as he notices the beginnings of a bruise forming on her right cheek, and she’s cradling her right arm. Killian’s next to her in an instant.

“Love, what the bloody hell happened to you?”

“Killian… I’m sorry.” As Emma’s adrenaline levels begin to fall, the gravity of what just happened begins to sink in, tears form in her eyes, and she begins to shake.

Killian gently wraps her in a hug. “It’s okay my love, I’m here, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. What happened, who did this to you?”

Emma has to take a few shuddering breaths before answering him. “It was Walsh and Murdoch… they… they attacked me. Walsh kept saying it was… it was his turn with the whore… that he and Murdoch were going to get theirs because that’s what I was here for… I was able to knock them out and lock them in your storage room, where they tried to trap me. I’m so sorry Killian.”

“Emma stop apologizing, you defended yourself when I should have been there to protect you. For that I am sorry love, but I won’t let anything else happen to you.”

Emma disentangles herself from his embrace to run to the railing throwing up over the side as soon as she gets there. Killian comes up beside her and rubs soothing circles on her back as she continues to heave. His anger returning ten-fold he yells out, “MR. SMEE! TO ME! NOW!”

Looking apprehensive in the face of his Captain’s anger, Smee approaches cautiously. “Y-Yes Captain.”

“Smee take a few crew members to my storage room and collect Murdoch and Walsh, then bring their sorry arses to me; I’d like the entire crew present. Is that understood Mr. Smee?”

“Y-Yes Captain, I’ll send Pip to notify the crew they need to be on deck immediately, while I collect Walsh and Murdoch.”

“Thank you Smee.” Turning back to Emma, Killian sees that she has finally stopped heaving, but is looking rather weak. “Love, are you going to be okay to stay here with me while I handle the pieces of filth that attacked you? Then I can take you down to my quarters.” Emma nods weakly, snuggling further into his side, reveling in the safety of his embrace.

Within five minutes the entire crew is assembled on the deck, an expectant hush falls over everyone as Smee and Mitchell come up the stairs with Walsh and Murdoch slung over their shoulders in a fireman’s hold. Smee and Mitchell unceremoniously drop the scum to the deck at their Captain’s feet. The hard landing causes the two men to stir, as they come to they notice the assembled crew staring at them and their Captain with Emma tucked into his side scowling down at them.

Although Walsh and Murdoch do not speak, the look upon their faces makes it obvious that they know they are screwed.

“Welcome to the party gentlemen.” Although Killian’s voice is calm, it still drips venom as he speaks. “Every man aboard the Jolly knows that I do not tolerate bad form. There are a great many offenses that could be considered bad form, men. For example, it would be bad form to attack your Captain’s guest… but these two here decided to take bad form to the highest level… by attacking their Captain’s wife.” As Killian finishes his speech not a sound is uttered across the deck of the ship, every eye blown wide, alternately looking between their Captain with Emma tucked protectively to his side, and the two men lying on the deck, too afraid to even breathe.

“A quick death would be too kind a fate for you two, so until I decide what your punishment will be, you are both going to be our guests in the brig. If any man here decides they want to help these traitors, you are welcome to join them in their cell, or WALK THE BLOODY PLANK! … Am I understood?” Killian tears his death glare away from the two men lying on deck to look at his crew.

“WELL? AM I UNDERSTOOD?”

“Aye, Captain,” is the resounding answer he gets.

“Good. Now somebody get this filth out of my sight.” As Killian finishes speaking several crew members move to haul away the petrified prisoners, and everyone that passes he and Emma wish her a quick recovery and a good night's rest. “Smee you are in charge for the night, come to me if I am needed, otherwise I will see you tomorrow,” Killian calls over his shoulder before helping Emma down the stairs.

“Aye, Captain.”

Back in his quarters he helps Emma into bed to get a better look at her. The bruise on her cheek has turned a deep purple, and stretches across her entire cheek, all the way down to her chin, effectively taking up the right side of her face. He looks at her shoulder, making sure it’s not dislocated, only to find a bruise has formed from her shoulder to her elbow.

“Oh love. I’m so sorry you had to go through this. I’m sorry I was unable to protect you from this, can you forgive me.” Killian goes to his desk drawer and retrieves his jar of healing salve. Having the lid off by time he makes it back to her side, he gently applies it to her bruises. “This will speed up your healing, the bruises should be gone in a day or two.”

“Thank you, Killian, but there’s nothing to forgive, neither of us knew this was going to happen. And… I’m not complaining… but why did you tell the crew I am your wife?”

Killian blushes all the way to the tips of his ears, in a shade deeper than she’s ever seen before, as he rubs that spot behind his ear. A nervous tick of his. “Ah that; forgive me love. It was the only way I could ensure not another soul on this ship would dare to harm you. It also assures that those two realize the full extent of the wrath they have just pulled down upon their heads. I’m sorry I didn’t discuss it with you first.”

“Killian, stop apologizing please, and as crazy as it may sound, it’s the only time I haven’t been opposed to marriage.” She gives him a shy smile before looking away from the shocked expression on his face, trying not to giggle.

Killian finally finds his voice again, “What are you saying love?”

She finally does giggle. “What I’m saying is that if we were both ready and willing, I would happily be your wife.” Emma bursts into full on laughter at the way his face lights up, while his mouth opens and closes having been rendered speechless. Again.

Suddenly she looks at him a little stricken. “Bucket?!” Is all Emma manages to get out.

It’s enough to snap him out of his deliriously blissful state. Killian quickly retrieves the bucket he keeps by his desk just in time as she begins throwing up again. After a few minutes, she’s just dry heaving, nothing left to come up.

“Emma how long have you been sick?”

Still heaving she just shakes her head.

“Perhaps it is from everything that happened today, but until we know for sure you’re going to be locked in here, where only I have the key, or you will stay by my side up on deck. Do you hear me love?”

She is done heaving by the time Killian finishes listing his overprotective demands. Emma gives him an exasperated look as she responds, “I’m not sick! I’ve just been overly tired, and with what happened today I think I am just overwrought. I don’t need to be hovered over Killian, I’m sure I’m fine, everything will be better after I sleep.”

“Nonsense, love. I want to make sure you’re completely well, especially after tonight.”

“Fine,” she agrees, rolling her eyes, “for now, not forever.”

“We have an accord, Princess,” he says smugly, then lovingly adds, “if you wish to eat, I can have some food brought down.”

“No, thank you. I’m really tired, I think I just want to sleep, if that’s okay.”

“Of course love, I will go get your belongings and bring them to you.” By the time he makes it back, she has stripped out of her clothes and is wearing one of his shirts. She is curled up, under the covers, sound asleep. He finds an empty bucket, and places it next to the bed, then has a crew member take the other to be dumped out and brought back, just in case. Killian doesn’t sleep well, too worried about his love, which isn’t helped any when she wakes up to be ill twice more before dawn.

He only leaves her for a few minutes, just long enough to have Pip start making her some broth, and slice some ginger for her. By the time he makes it back she’s throwing up again, looking exhausted and weak. He waits until she has finished before he speaks up. “Love, it’s obvious you’re more ill than you think. I have Pip making you broth, and preparing some ginger so that you can at least have something in your stomach. I would feel better if you stayed in bed today, and try to sleep this off. I hate to see you feeling so miserable.”

“Thank you, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. And you’re right, it’s probably best, maybe if I just rest, whatever this is will go away.”

There is a knock at the door as Killian places a kiss on Emma’s forehead. When he goes to open the door, Emma quickly bundles herself back up in the coverlet to maintain her modesty. Killian lets Pip enter carrying a tray containing a large bowl of broth and a plate of sliced ginger.

“Thank you Pip, I appreciate it. I’m sorry I won’t be there to help you today,” Emma tells the young man.

“That’s quite alright Mistress, I just hope you get to feeling better. I have prepared a full pot of broth for you if you would like more, and there’s plenty more ginger, please just let me know. I probably should get back to the galley though, or else the men might be calling for my head for not having their breakfast ready.” Pip bows his head slightly as he bids his farewells, “Captain. Mistress.”

“Thank you lad,” Killian says as he closes the door behind Pip.

“Pip is a good kid. I guess I should try some of this before trying to go back to sleep. Will I see you much today?”

“I will come by to check on you as much as I’m able my love, but please do try to rest.”

The day passes rather uneventfully for Emma, it seems the broth and ginger help. She alternates between reading and napping, unable to shake the fatigue. Killian sends Pip by to bring her more of the same around lunch time, entrusting him with the key, in case Emma’s asleep when he stops by. Which she is.

Come time for the evening meal Killian opts to eat in his cabin, Pip brings Emma more broth and ginger when he drops off the Captain’s dinner. After finishing their food they both crawl into bed and fall asleep, both of them managing to sleep through the night. The next morning Killian gives Emma the option of being up on deck with him or staying in the cabin again, since she’s feeling better, she opts to go up on deck to enjoy the breeze. Killian makes sure Pip keeps Emma supplied with broth and ginger throughout the day, because even though she is feeling better she does get sick a couple of times throughout the day.

The next few days pass in similar fashion, and Emma appears to be getting better, despite still getting sick once or twice a day.

All the thanks to @artistic-writer for making this lovely pic.

Chapter Eight

If you are so inclined you can look at the lovely sketch of the cabin level my husband drew as a companion to this fic HERE.

Tagging some lovelies to enjoy: @ilovemesomekillianjones, @seriouslyhooked, @jennjenn615, @flslp87, @laschatzi, @ultraluckycatnd, @kmomof4, @xhookswenchx @hollyethecurious

#cs ff #CS fanfics #cs smut #lieutenant duckling #cs ff au #As Destiny Has Its Eyes On You #winterbaby89writes #Captain Swan #killian jones #emma swan

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asynca · 8 years ago

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Respect Your Leader - Mercy (POV) x the whole team - SFW

Mercy is sick of her team bickering, and decides to assume control of them. Crack humour, with implied F/F/F/F/F.

Speed prompt, written in 120 minutes.

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I’d hardly collected all my medical supplies and disembarked from the ship, and already I could hear that my ‘team’ were at it. Not this again, I thought, sighing at length. I’d just about had it with all their senseless bickering.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Tracer didn’t sound at all happy about discovering who else had been assigned to our mission. “I thought spiders preferred dark and damp environments. You know, like toilets.”

Widowmaker—who was actually keeping mostly to herself today, I thought—looked equally as unimpressed to be grouped up with Tracer. “I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about ‘damp’,” she fired right back, “You haven’t been near anything wet in your entire life.”

A third voice—Pharah, thankfully, she was mostly far less petty than those two—interrupted their little tiff. “Can we please focus?” she asked. “Save the childish bickering for after we’ve completed the objective.”

Widowmaker did not take well to that wording. “Sorry, ‘childish’?” Her voice was dry as a bone. “Me, or the person who spent the entire last objective throwing a tantrum and refusing to use comms because her mother politely suggested she should wait for the rest of the team before drawing fire?”

Pharah stiffened. “She wasn’t there, she didn’t know what I was planning. Her advice was just distracting me, that’s all.”

Widow was unmoved. “The highlight was when your voice cracked as you said, ‘You never trust me with anything, Mother,’ before switching off your headset.”

The vein in Pharah’s forehead popped out. “It was a strictly business decision. I was trying to concentrate.”

Widowmaker scoffed. “Will you make a business decision to throw a tantrum and switch off comms if someone tells you to stop running a one man team on this mission, too?” she asked. “Perhaps it’s too much of an adjustment to go back to taking orders when you were giving them for so long, Amari? Is that it?”

Pharah looked dangerously close to just flat out decking Widowmaker. “Well, it’s a moot point, Lacroix, because I’m leading this mission, so everyone will be following my orders. Including you.”

“Well, you’re not going to get very far if you don’t listen to the advice of your sniper this time,” Widowmaker told her, taking a casual, inflammatory step towards Pharah. “Just saying.”

“Actually,” that was Tracer’s primmest voice, and she took the opportunity to blink in between Widowmaker and Pharah and jab Widowmaker’s chest with the point of a finger, “I’m the scout, and we’ve run loads of successful missions before without a sniper. We don’t need one, and if you’re going to be such a twat about everything, you can just stay on the damn ship.”

Widowmaker acted as if Tracer hadn’t even spoken, her eyes still on Pharah. “Are you going to switch of comms in this mission, too, Amari?” She paused theatrically and feigned concern. “Wait a minute, should I not call you that? ‘Amari’? I don’t want people confused that I’m talking about the actual Captain Amari. You know, the Amari who won all the medals and saved so many lives…” Another pause. “Not the Amari who is essentially just an over-militarised mall security guard who actually thinks she can run a one-man strike team and bursts into tears when mummy says she can’t.”

Beside me on the bridge, Zarya made a gruff noise. “Some team,” she commented in her charming accent, and then looked down at me, jerking her thumb behind us with her eyes twinkling. “You know, it’s not too late to just get back on the ship and go home.”

I laughed. I’d forgotten how much I liked her. “I don’t really think that’s an option,” I admitted, “although it’s tempting, given this lot.” I looked down by the hanger door; the three of them were about a moment away from tearing each other to pieces.

Oh, dear. Well, I couldn’t just let them murder each other before the mission had even started, could I? My Caduceus staff was nearly at 0%. Someone needed to take charge of this lot. I sighed; I supposed that would have to be me. Why was it always me?

“I’m going to need your help,” I told Zarya over my shoulder as I left the bridge to approach my ‘team’.

She chuckled, hoisting her absolutely enormous gun over one shoulder like it weighed nothing at all. “Understood.”

I don’t know what the rest of them were bickering about, but whatever it was, I called cheerfully over it, “Alright, that’s quite enough of that!”

They all paused for a second, looked at each other, and then all at once began to try and tell me what was wrong with each other. I wasn’t going to have it, so I held up a hand. “No, I don’t care,” I told them as pleasantly as I could. “I don’t care who did what. We’re a team, we’re going to act like one. And, if none of the actual soldiers is able to get along for five seconds and actually lead the mission, I’m going to.” I looked back over my shoulder. “That’s alright with you, Zarya, isn’t it?”

Leaning casually on her upright gun, Zarya chuckled and saluted me.

That’s what I liked to see! “Excellent,” I told her with a smile, and then turned back to the others.

Widowmaker looked even more unimpressed than she had when she and Tracer were at it. “What make you think you have the skill or the knowledge to—”

I talked over her. “That’s quite enough.”

Looking disgusted, tried again anyway. “What does a doctor think she’s doing by—”

I wasn’t going to argue with her. I put one gloved finger firmly over those bee-stung lips of hers. “I said that’s enough, Amélie,” I told her, and left my hand there for just a moment. “We’re a team. I’m leading the team. You won’t talk over me.”

Pharah, proving that despite the best training she sometimes could be baited to be a little immature, said dryly beside me, “What’s the matter, Widowmaker? Having trouble taking orders from someone?”

Privately, I actually found Pharah turning Widowmaker’s words back on her to be rather well-placed and I’d probably laugh about it with her later; now, though, I couldn’t. Everyone on the team needed to get the same treatment from me; favouritism wouldn’t do at all. “You too, Pharah,” I said pleasantly. “Keep your mouth shut unless it’s to do with the mission.”

I don’t think she’d expected that—we were friends, after all. She looked at me with genuine surprise for a moment but then, understanding my methods, stood to attention, saluted, and looked straight past me with military-level discipline.

Huh. I always did like it when she was like this. Especially when she was wearing uniform; very appealing.

Tracer, looking between Widowmaker and Pharah, made a decision to copy Pharah and stood to attention too, her chest all puffed out. It was perhaps the most adorable thing I’d ever seen, and it was nice to be able to give orders to someone who’d immediately take them. “Good girl,” I told her. She beamed.

Widowmaker practically gagged at it. “’Good girl’?” she repeated, sounding ill. “’Good girl?’ What are you running her, Doctor, is it a strike team, or is a pre-school for wayward—?”

Beside me, there was a heavy thump. We all jumped. Zarya had let her weapon fall to the ground and was approaching Widowmaker with long, heavy strides and a glum expression. “That’s enough from you,” she told Widowmaker. “I don’t know about France, but in Russia, we don’t play games. We respect our leader.” She only stopped when she was toe-to-toe with Widowmaker, looming over her and peering down at her. “So, show her some respect.”

Well, this was certainly an interesting turn of events. I decided not to interfere.

Widowmaker looked straight back up at her. “Or what? You’ll ‘crush me like big Siberian bear’?” she asked, rather rudely imitating Zarya’s accent.

Zarya wasn’t baited at all. “Or I’ll do whatever Mercy tells me to do to you,” she said calmly. “Because she’s the leader. Now,” she said, putting two huge hands on either one of Widowmaker’s shoulders. “Kneel. Show some respect to your leader.”

Widowmaker’s arrogant veneer faded somewhat. “W-What?”

Beside them, Pharah and Tracer glanced at each other, wide-eyed and tittering, and then smothered their amusement and hopped back to attention when I gave them a chastising look.

Zarya’s booming voice made us all jump. “I said kneel!” she said, and then forced Widowmaker to her knees.

Honestly, I think Widowmaker was too surprised to retaliate, because I can’t imagine she’d ordinarily allow herself to be treated like that. It was so ridiculously over the top—were they really like that in Russia?

“That’s better,” Zarya said far more moderately once Widowmaker was actually on her knees, “and if you get up, I will be the one to tell Talon that you are why we failed our mission, because you were unable to swallow your pride and engage in proper, efficient teamwork.”

With that, she gave Widowmaker one more look of warning, and then turned to walk past me to where she’d left her gun.

“Are this really how you do it in Russia?” I whispered to her on the way past.

She chuckled; a low and rich sound. “No,” she said simply, and then flashed me a white-teethed grin. “At least, not on the battlefield.”

My eyebrows shot up; oh, my. I wasn’t able to stop myself from laughing at little.

It didn’t take long for Widowmaker’s transparent surprise to morph into deep displeasure. “This is ridiculous,” she hissed. “Is humiliating your teammates on the Overwatch charter? No wonder it was decommissioned. Talon never forces its agents to submit to tactics like this.”

Tracer was busy scoffing behind her. “They wouldn’t need to force you, I bet you happily kneel in front of loads of random people all the time,” she said, and then began to giggle at her own joke.

She stopped immediately when we all looked at her, though, panicking. “Oh, um, ‘silence’. Got it, Doc! Sorry!” she said, and then immediately knelt, too.

Since they were both kneeling, and since this was all far more interesting that I’d thought it would be, I looked up at the last soldier standing, so to speak: Pharah.

She looked down at me, confused. There were beads of sweat on her forehead.

I cleared my throat, and then smiled pointedly at her.

She finally realised what I meant. “Oh! Oh.” She knelt, too.

And, just like that, I had three previously very troublesome teammates silent, compliant, and kneeling in front of me.

Well, this had all turned out rather nicely! I almost wanted to take a seat here, sip tea, and admire my handiwork. Perhaps I should try my hand at leading more often?

There weren’t any seats, however, so I just walked a slow, leisurely circle around the three of them, appreciating the peaceful (alright, extremely tense) silence. It was nice to be able to hear myself think for once, and—if I’ll admit it—it was rather nice having such attractive teammates all doing exactly as I told them, even if it would be very unprofessional of me to say it aloud.

Unfortunately for me and my private enjoyment, Athena started a count-down, which meant my fun was over.

“Well, let’s get ready then, shall we?” I asked, motioning for them to stand.

“Oh, I’m allowed to stand up now?” Widowmaker asked me, her voice dripping with sarcasm, but she dropped the snark immediately when Zarya casually slammed the base of her weapon on the ground next to her and made her jump.

I smiled at Zarya. “After you,” I offered her as the door opened.

“No, no,” she said easily, insisting I exit before her, “after you, Leader.”

I laughed. Wasn’t she obliging! “Very well!” I told her, accepting her invitation. “I suppose if I draw fire, that just helps things for you, doesn’t it?”

With that, I led possibly the most subdued and compliant team I’d ever been in out on the battlefield and to a rather easy victory, and—not that I’d say so aloud!—I took some rather pleasant mental images back to my quarters that night.

#mercy #lesbians #LESBIAAANNNNSSS #well it's a genfic but there's implied gayness and nice gay imagery #my writing #overwatch

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bkwrm523 · 8 years ago

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On the Futility of Revenge

Title: On the Futility of Revenge Rating: Explicit Pairing: Leonard McCoy/reader Word Count: 5901 Warnings: There’s a very brief daddy kink. Two sentences, that’s it. Bondage, sex toys, kidnapping, torture, chases, escapes, revenge, true love, miracles! (nobody’s going to get that, it’s too obscure) Seriously, though, just competitiveness and lots of sex. Tags: @sebbytrash @vintagevalentinexx @mrswhozeewhatsis @mysupernaturalfics @outside-the-government @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @imoutofmyvulcanmind @starshiphufflebadger @wonders-of-the-enterprise @yourtropegirl @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Summary: Leonard and Jim get competitive. The reader places a bet. Leonard gets revenge for the bet, and later regrets it. Author’s Note: It’s not specifically mentioned, but Leonard and the reader DO have a safe word. Also, this started as a prompt by @trekken81 and kinda morphed in a different direction. Beta’d by @medicatemedrmccoy and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing . Look for the cameo by @vintagevalentinexx @splendidcas this makes me think of that conversation we had about orgasm denial.

Laser tag, oddly, was one of those activities that had just endured over time. You weren’t really sure why. You were even less sure how your Captain, James Kirk, had convinced Starfleet to let the crew of the Enterprise play laser tag as a training exercise. Probably something about teamwork and combat readiness.

For most of today, they’d split into two teams. Naturally not everyone played at once; the arena wasn’t big enough for that. This was mostly the command crew. One team consisted of Jim, Spock, Uhura, and Chekov. The other was Leonard McCoy, Scotty and Keenser, and Sulu. You were sitting this round out; you’d gotten your fill before, and the competitive spirit was running so high, you thought it best to stay out. Besides, it was funny to watch your gruff and cynical boyfriend, Leonard McCoy, get invested in the game. You watched his argument with Jim Kirk with bemusement from your perch in the waiting area, just near the screens that let you watch any ongoing match.

“Well, this ought to be good.” Rachel, a friend from engineering, said as she plopped down next to you.

“Don’t you think they’re taking this a little too seriously?” You asked, amused, as you gestured towards the ongoing shit-talking.

“Nah.” Rachel replied. “They’re just goofing around. Just their way of blowing off steam.”

“If you say so.” You replied with a smile and a shrug.

“Our guys are gonna kick Jim’s ass.” Rachel spoke again after a few moments, both of you watching the teams gear up and get ready to go into the arena.

“You kiss Scotty for luck?” You asked her, slightly teasingly. She’d been dating the engineer for a few months now.

Rachel just smirked at you in reply. “And put a nice bet down on his team. Oh, hey! Do you want in? Put some money down on our boys? We’ve got good odds!”

“Well,” you hesitated. Honestly, with Scotty, Rachel was right. There were good odds. “I don’t know. Jim and Spock are a pretty unstoppable duo.” You told her, mostly serious.

“Dude.” Rachel replied, her eyes widening a little. “Do it. Bet against them.”

“Seriously?” You asked with a laugh. “You’re not mad I’m thinking about betting against Scotty?”

“You’re not betting against Scotty.” Rachel informed you seriously. “You’re betting against Leonard. Do it. Put some money down.”

“I’m not betting against anyone!” You tried to protest, but couldn’t help but smile at the idiocy of the conversation. “It’s just… Jim’s wiley.”

“Exactly!” Rachel agreed. “You’re just showing your support for our Captain, backed up by I don’t know HOW many missions of him always winning. So how much are you betting?”

“Ugh.” You rubbed your forehead with a hand. Backed into a corner. You spent a moment or two haranguing with Rachel over how much you were betting, before the buzzer sounded and you were committed.

“I am going to regret this.” You muttered quietly.

“Nah. No matter what, it’ll lead to great sex. You’re set.” Rachel corrected you matter-of-factly.

“Do not tell Leonard I bet against him.” You warned Rachel, the smile on your face belying the slight tension in your voice.

“There’s no way you can keep it from him. Don’t even try; you’ll just make it worse.” Rachel giggled at you.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“I mean, I still won’t say anything.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You both watched the match unfold over the screens, as did the majority of the Enterprise crew in the lobby. Both sides put up a valiant fight, but in the end…

Jim won.

You sunk down in your seat as half the lobby cheered.

“I’m so going to regret this.” You muttered.

“Yep!” Rachel replied cheerfully.

“I hate you.”

“Aww, I love you too.”

Rachel lept out of her chair as soon as they started filing out, going right to her boyfriend for some mutual consolation. You followed, a little slower, looking for your defeated boyfriend.

He found you first; you were wading through the crowd when an arm snuck around your waist, pulling you backwards until you hit a warm, hard chest. You craned your head around, a familiar rueful grin making you relax into him.

“Lee! I’m sorry, baby.” You smiled at him, trying to sound consoling.

“He’s going to be smug about this forever.” Leonard replied, the annoyance in his voice belied by the grin he couldn’t seem to wipe.

“Y/n!” Rachel’s voice interrupted you, and she pressed a chip into your hands. “Here’s your winnings.” She flashed you a grin before disappearing into the crowd. You glared after her, trying not to look at you boyfriend as though that would delay what was coming.

“Y/n…” Leonard’s voice was low and dangerous. Playful, but he wasn’t happy. “Why did you win money?”

“Have I mentioned that I love you?” You asked, turning back to look at him, smiling and wincing a little.

“Did you bet on Jim?” Leonard demanded, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Oh, go easy on her, Bones.” Jim came out of nowhere to clap a hand on Leonard’s shoulder. “She was just supporting her Captain. Besides, I’ve got a proven record! You really didn’t stand a chance.”

“The Captain is correct, Doctor. Statistically, the Captain and I have proven a more effective team than-”

“Come on, Spock.” Jim interrupted. “You’re gonna make him turn purple.” Jim dragged Spock away before your speechless boyfriend could explode at them. You’d started to back away from Leonard while he was distracted by Jim and Spock, and he turned to you now. Leonard just shook his head at you and exhaled, making you relax a little.

“I cannot believe you bet against me.” Leonard glared at you.

“I’m sorry, baby! Jim’s… wiley.” Your excuse didn’t sound convincing even to your ears, but you offered him a smile regardless. Leonard’s frown at you was like a thundercloud, but he said no more on the subject.

His frown only got darker when Jim pulled most of the command team to come have dinner together.

It was hardly one of the best restaurants in the city, but it was cheap, greasy, and they easily found a large enough table for everyone. The more the Romulan Ale flowed, the more Jim wouldn’t shut up about his team’s victory, earning you more sour looks from Leonard. You tried cuddling into him, but he didn’t seem terribly interested. A tiny smile and he just went back to his food.

Glancing around the table; Kirk was at the bar, chatting with an attractive blonde. You smiled a little and shook your head; Jim was predictable at times. Uhura and Spock were chatting softly, and the occasional smiles on their faces made you smile. Half the ship was still rooting for them as a couple; maybe this was a sign they were starting to repair their relationship?

You made yourself look away quickly, not wanting to intrude on Spock and Uhura’s privacy. Scotty and Checkov were engaged in a vigorous slurred debate over… something mechanical. They were too far away and slurring too much for you to make out the words. Scotty kept trying to appeal to Keenser for help, but Keenser was avidly engaged in listening to a very drunk Sulu lecture him on something. You stifled a giggle at the scene, before returning your attention to Leonard.

He’d finished his meal, as had you, and was nursing a glass of bourbon.

“How many of those have you had?” You blurted out, blushing a little when you realized how it sounded. Leonard glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow, and smirked.

“Just this one. I'm not drunk, if that's what you're asking.” Leonard replied dryly; there was enough humor in his voice that you could tell you hadn't offended him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean - I was just-”

“Wondering if I was sober enough to seduce later?” Leonard finished for you, that damned smirk still on his face. The din in the place was loud enough that you both had to speak up to hear each other, and you were reasonably confident no one else was listening.

“Well, are you?” You replied, meeting his unspoken challenge. Your voice dropped a little involuntarily into a lower, seductive register.

“Darlin’, I'm not gonna get drunk off of one glass. I'm barely buzzed.” Leonard’s knowing smirk went right through you, making you wet for him.

“Does that mean my way is clear?”

“We’ll see. There’s still the matter of you betting on Jim today.”

“How many times am I going to have to apologize for that?” You demanded with an eyeroll. Leonard just shook his head and smirked in reply, draining his glass.

The two of you left shortly thereafter; you both had morning shifts the next day, so waking up with a hangover was less than appealing.

Leonard sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing at his eyes with one hand. You seized the opportunity and straddled his lap. As you settled over him, your weight making the bed shift, and he felt you settle against him, Leonard dropped his hands, moving one behind him as he leaned back and looked at you. A tiny smile quirked at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes roamed your figure.

“Need somethin’?” Leonard asked softly, and you knew you had him.

“I just wanted to reiterate,” you began, kissing his temple gently. “That I’m really,” you kissed his cheek. “Really,” your lips moved to his jawline, dropping a gentle kiss and barely sucking on his skin. “Sorry.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you started gently kissing his neck. He swallowed, and you heard him give a small rumble, making your lips twist a little into a smile.

Leonard sat forward into you, and you felt him bury a hand in your hair and gently pull you off his neck. His face was inches from yours, and he nuzzled you a little. Your eyelids drooped a little and as always, you felt the urge to just melt into him and cuddle.

“Now how could I refuse such a sweet apology?” Leonard murmured, kissing you as soon as the words left his mouth. The kiss was slow, gentle, and lazy as you both explored each others’ mouths. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hips grinding just a little into his. You felt his cock, already half hard, grind deliciously against you even muffled through the layers of clothes. Little moans and whimpers kept dropping from your lips as his hand tightened in your hair, holding you prisoner as the lazy kiss gradually turned into an all-out ravishing. His breath mingled with yours, you whined with a sudden burning need for more, and he chuckled a little. Sadistic ass.

Leonard finally released you from the kiss, his arms around your back keeping you from falling as you slumped and gasped for air. He gave you only a moment before he was on you again, his lips devouring your neck. His hot breath on you, his lips licking and nipping and sucking, his arms keeping you prisoner… you were quickly overcome; you dropped your head to his shoulder and gasped. You squirmed on his lap, instinctively trying to get away. Leonard let out a breathless chuckle, tightening his arms around you and pulling you back into him as he attacked your neck. Your arms were around his shoulders (you’re not sure when that happened); one hand scratched at his back as the other buried in his hair, enjoying the feeling of his smooth locks between your fingers. You loved the feeling of being held by him, tight and secure, as he overwhelmed you with pleasurable torture.

When his mouth finally left your neck, you were actually dizzy, swaying a little in his arms as you attempted to get your bearings. His hands swiftly stripped your upper half of clothes, tossing them to the floor, before he lifted you, plopping you down on your back in the middle of the bed. Leonard stood then, and you smirked and watched as he quickly stripped off his own clothes before crawling onto the bed after you, his eyes eager and hungry. He pulled off your pants and panties, tossing them off the bed. Your mouth went dry as he crawled up your body, the hunger in his eyes taking away your ability to speak or resist. Not that you’d want to.

He stopped, face to face with your belly, and started nuzzling and kissing it. You gave a loud groan, dropping your head back to the pillow and squirming. Two parts ticklish, three parts amazing.

“L-Lee,” you breathed, laughing a little. “Please!”

“Please what?” Leonard murmured impishly, never ceasing his torture. “What do you need, darlin’?”

“Leonard!” You cried, still smiling and now trying (unsuccessfully) to squirm away from his lips. The teasing bastard just laughed. He moved, finally, down to your thighs, and gave a teasing lick in the crease where thigh met hip. His hands locked on your hips, holding you in place as he continued to nuzzle and lick at your thighs, inches from where you really wanted him to be. You started babbling, hardly hearing yourself as you pleaded him for more.

“Mmmmm,” Leonard moaned, stopping his teasing for a moment. You felt his breath on your pussy as he just inhaled, breathing you in. “You smell delicious down here, sweetheart.”

“Then stop fucking teasing me and fucking eat me already!” You snarled at him, your patience entirely spent.

“And what do we say?”

“LEONARD!!” You practically screamed.

“Eh. Close enough.” Leonard replied casually. You had a moment to take in the words, before you felt him bury his face in you.

You screamed his name and arched your back, burying your hands in the sheets and clenching them so hard your fingers hurt. You were already so close…

Tears leaked from your eyes, and you distantly heard yourself babbling to him. You cried out, pleading with him to just let you come already!

So, naturally, that’s when he backed off.

You gave a wounded cry, and it took you a minute or two to remember how to reach for him. He grabbed your outstretched hand and kissed the palm, smiling smugly up at you. You pleaded more with him, finally remembering how much he usually liked that. Leonard waited long enough for you to come down before he started nuzzling your thighs again. His hands drifted to your hips, grabbing them again to keep you from thrashing into him.

Two more times Leonard brought you to the edge, only to stop moments before you came. The last time, you heard him groan, one hand wrapped around his own cock. When he came, you nearly came yourself, needy and desperate. But again, he backed off just in time, and you just lay there, panting.

“All right.” Leonard groaned, moving up the bed to lie next to you. You frowned a little trying to decipher his plan. He pulled you into his arms, spooning you from behind, pinning your arms beneath his.

Your eyes narrowed.

“What.” You said, your voice dark and angry and frustrated.

“What’s wrong?” Leonard teased, his voice a little slurred as he was closer to sleep.

“What do you mean what’s wrong?!” You demanded. “Are we just done?!”

“For tonight, yeah. Early morning. And you can consider yourself forgiven.”

You lost it. You wiggled in his arms, trying to free a hand enough to at least get yourself off. But his grip on you was too strong, and you resorted to just cussing him out until you felt him shaking with laughter.

You gave up after a few minutes. Okay. He’d regret this later.

***

You didn’t speak to Leonard at all that morning, unbearably grumpy as you went about your morning routine. He kissed your forehead just before he left, murmuring a “love you”. You returned it, not wanting him to worry too much, but you practically growled the words. He laughed again, and the sound chased you as you went to your duty station that morning.

You spent half the morning stopping yourself from snapping at everyone; it wasn’t their fault Leonard was an awful tease, after all.

“Bad hangover?” Captain Kirk asked you quietly at one point.

“Something like that.” You shrugged.

“If you need to go to medbay,” Kirk asked quietly, looking a little concerned.

“Thank you Captain, I’m all right.” You reassured him. Kirk let it drop after that, returning his focus to the ship.

You spent the remaining half of your shift plotting your revenge. And you thought you’d be able to put it in place tonight.

***

You watched Leonard carefully when he came to your shared quarters at the end of the day. If he was too tired, you’d make your plans for revenge wait. He seemed cheerful enough, however; probably still amused at the memory of last night. You returned his hug, a little startled when it graduated into making out. Evidently you weren’t the only one in the mood tonight.

Clothes were discarded, and Leonard lifted you up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, and carried you into the bedroom wearing only a skirt. You’d managed to get his shirt off and had started on his pants when he’d lifted you.

You were deposited on the bed again, Leonard standing up and went to work on his pants. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as his cock was exposed to the air, erect and leaking.

“If I remember right, I owe you a few.” Leonard teased, stalking back towards you. You wanted badly to suck his cock… but that’d utterly ruin your plans. You retreated back to the center of the bed, crooking a finger at him. Leonard crawled over you, kissing you fiercely until all you could do was cling to him.

He finally released your lips, and you quickly started pushing his shoulders. If he got started on your neck, you’d lose the ability to concentrate entirely and would lose your window for revenge. You pushed him onto his back, relishing the surprised arousal on his face as he lounged back on the bed. You straddled his hips, letting your hands roam his bare torso for a moment. All that glorious bare skin. You came back to yourself, putting his hands on your hips to steady you as you leaned over to the nightstand. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you stable as you twisted.

“What are you doing over there?” Leonard asked, curiosity and laughter in his voice.

“You’ll see.” Was all you told him. No sense in spoiling things now.

You pulled out the restraints (not the handcuffs; they were wrong for this) and the blindfold, holding them where he could see and waiting before you used them. He grinned up at you, lifting his arms obediently over his head. You leaned up to tie his wrists to the headboard, biting your lip; you’d have to be very careful what knot you used here.

Naturally, it had escaped your notice that your current position put your breasts right above Leonard’s face. You were forcefully reminded of that, however, when he took a nipple into his mouth. Your eyes crossed a little; after all the teasing, it had been entirely too long since you’d orgasmed, and you almost lost your willpower right there. You moaned and inhaled shakily, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to concentrate. It was a bit harder, but you forced your eyes back up to his wrists, and somehow managed to tie them with shaking hands. You sat up, the disappointed little whine he made when your breast slipped from his mouth sending spasms of pleasure through you.

“Can you get out if you need to?” You asked him, serious and stern.

“Yeah, darlin’, I’m fine.” He reassured you, fixing his eyes on your flushed, heaving body.

“Be sure.” You ordered him. He sighed, looking up at his wrists reluctantly. His arms shifted, and he tugged on the restraints experimentally.

“Yeah.” Leonard confirmed after a moment. “You tied it a bit tight, but I can get it if I need to.”

“Good boy.” You praised him softly, drawing a smile from your boyfriend. You tied the blindfold around his face, finally letting yourself grin when you took away his sight.

For the next part of your plan, you had to actually dismount from him. He gave another little disappointed whine when you did, his cock still erect and eager. You sighed, forcing your eyes back to the nightstand with your toys. You could see him straining to see and hear what you were doing, his mind working frantically to try and figure you out. You just smirked as you retrieved the items you needed.

Putting the cock ring on him was relatively easy. But tying the hitachi wand so that it was at the perfect angle on his balls took a little longer.

“What the HELL are you doing down there?” Leonard whimpered just as you finished. You smirked again, but didn’t answer, moving instead to retrieve your clothes.

When you removed his blindfold, you were holding two remotes and standing next to the bed fully dressed. Leonard narrowed his eyes.

“Sweetheart? What’s going on?” Leonard asked, suspicion and dread in his voice.

“Nothing much, baby. Just a little payback for last night.” You told him cheerfully. You clicked both of the remotes in your hand, starting both the cock ring and the wand vibrating. And then you kept clicking them until they were going at top speed. Leonard’s eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped his head to the pillow, a strangled moan all he could manage. “Have fun!” You told him.

Then you left. And went to the mess hall.

Kirk found you there, eating alone and in better spirits than you’d been all day.

“Looks like you got over that hangover.” Jim greeted you as he sat down next to you.

“Evening, Captain! Yes, I feel much better, thank you!” You replied. You still hadn’t finished in far too long, but your act of revenge had a way of lifting your spirits regardless.

“I take it Bones finally forgave you?” Jim asked, giving you a knowing smirk.

“Let’s just say he’s regretting how long he stayed angry.” You tried to return his knowing smirk, but it came out more of an evil grin.

“Why?” Jim asked, a curious smile growing on his face. “What’d you do?”

“Tied him up with a sex toy and left him there.” You replied to Jim, still cheerful, and took another bite.

Jim choked on his food.

“Um, couldn’t that, uh, be… dangerous?” Jim asked, once he’d stopped coughing.

“Relax. He can get free if he needs to.” You replied to Jim, waving off his concern.

“Wow. Okay, remind me not to piss you off,” Jim chuckled. You just grinned at him.

You made smalltalk with Jim, just eating and chatting. With every minute that passed, your spirits rose more. Until an hour later, Jim’s expression shifted, and you turned to look at what had his attention.

Leonard had finally made his way down to you. He stood at the entrance to the room, scanning it, indubitably for you. He was fully dressed, but his clothes were rumpled and messy. His hair was mussed, and he was sweaty and breathing hard. Your pussy clenched in eager anticipation, and just then he saw you. His eyes narrowed as they met yours, and he started making his way over to you.

“Incoming.” Jim warned you softly as you turned back to your now empty plate.

“You are unbelievable.” Leonard said when he finally reached you, his voice gruff and tired.

“Hi, sweetie!” You greeted him, now having to fake cheerful as you were surprisingly nervous with him standing right there, gorgeous and angry.

“Hey, Bones. Thought you were still tied up at Medbay?” Jim greeted Leonard, a smug, knowing smirk on his face as he teased his friend. Leonard’s eyes widened momentarily in recognition of Jim’s meaning. Then he leveled a wordless glare at you. He didn’t say anything, not in public, but there were worlds of meaning in his eyes.

You didn’t speak either. Moments like that, all you can do is grin. So you just gave Leonard an enormous smile. Leonard let out a low growl, grabbed your elbow and forced you to stand.

“Make sure she can still sit down tomorrow.” Jim told Leonard, his voice low enough that no one but you two heard him, right before Leonard hauled you out of the medbay.

He didn’t speak the whole ride up the lift to your quarters, worrying you a little.

“You want these back?” You finally broke the silence as the elevator traveled up, offering him the remotes. He quickly snatched them, hiding them in a pocket without a word. He looked at you taking in your physical and mental state with an effortless look, and shook his head.

“Okay, darlin’. My turn.” He finally spoke, giving you a tiny little smirk as the lift came to a stop. You smiled back at him as he tugged you towards your room, reassured. No, he wasn’t seriously angry at you. And his “turn” would prove to be entertaining, at least. You couldn’t wait.

As soon as you both got back to your room, he turned and kissed you, short and gentle. Then his hands efficiently stripped off all your clothes. You smirked a little as he pulled your naked form into the bedroom, excited despite yourself.

“Thanks to your little payback, I’m used up.” Leonard snipped at you, sounding mildly irritated. “Gonna have to get a little creative here.”

Your brain stopped working when he pulled you into him and nuzzled his face into your neck. You were too wound up after the events of the past few days, and Leonard knew by now just how to lick and kiss you. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you melted into him as your breath came in short pants. His hands roamed your back, one drifting down to clench your ass.

“Lee,” you moaned breathlessly. You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. The hand that wasn’t on your ass moved between you two, testing the wetness between your legs.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet.” Leonard groaned, his fingers stroking you gently.

“Been so long, Lee.” You pleaded, desperate for more. He stepped away from you, the action drawing a piteous whine from you. You ached for him, following him with pleading eyes as he walked over to the nightstand. He retrieved something, holding it carefully just out of your sight, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He quirked an eyebrow at you, making a small gesture to his lap, and you knew what he wanted. You bit your lip and took a half step back, suddenly re-thinking your easy submission so far. Leonard stared at you for a moment, his lips quirking up into a slow, mischievous smirk, making your stomach flutter with the best kind of nerves. You found yourself unconsciously returning his smile, despite your efforts to suppress it.

“Leonard,” you began, slow and cautious as you took another half step back.

“Don’t you wanna lay on daddy’s lap?” Leonard purred at you.

“You fucker.” You breathed, eyes wide as you were momentarily frozen in place.

Leonard, still grinning, crooked a finger at you. “C’mere, darlin’. Be a good girl for daddy.”

Your chest felt a little heavy as your breathing came faster, and your vision narrowed to the amazingly sexy man in front of you. Your feet barely lifted, dragging against the carpet as you reluctantly walked forward, feeling like he had you in a tractor beam.

“Good girl,” Leonard murmured softly as you came within reach. You couldn’t help the happiness swelling in you at the praise. He grabbed your hips, gently moving your unresisting body until you were laying over his lap, ass up. You bit your lip, absently wondering if it was too late to run.

Your question was answered when he rested a hand on your back, just above your ass. His other hand made his presence known, slowly and carefully pushing something into you. You gave a startled gasp, whimpering softly when you realized what it was; your vibrator.

Leonard finished seating the rabbit vibrator in you; the brush of his fingers against your thigh making you realize he intended to keep holding said vibrator in place. You shivered a little, arousal and need racing through you in anticipation of what was to come. Leonard clicked the vibrator onto its highest setting, drawing a startled moan from you. You dropped your head until your forehead was resting on the bed, panting as the vibrations raced through you, stimulating your neglected parts.

His hand cracked down on your ass, stinging. You gave a startled cry and jerked, but there was nowhere to go. He spanked you again, making your hips jerk into the vibrator. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you gave a strangled moan.

He kept spanking you until your ass was red and sore, and you were jumping the vibrator. The mild pain drove you higher, and you whined.

“You gonna come for me, baby girl?” Leonard asked, bringing his hand down harder on your abused skin.

“Lee, please.” You whined desperately.

“You gonna be a good girl from now on?” He asked, his voice vaguely threatening.

“Yes, Lee, please!”

The hand holding the vibrator jerked, thrusting it into you. You gave a startled cry, grinding down onto it as best you could at that angle. His hand came down again on your ass, the stinging pain throwing you suddenly over the edge. You arched up away from the vibrator, his hand following you and pumping it faster in you as you cried his name, muffled by the comforter on the bed. The rabbit vibrator kept churning inside of you, stimulating your gspot and clit until tears formed in your eyes. You gave broken pleas for him to just stop, to let you down already. You didn't need to look at him to see the smirk on his face as he ignored your pitiful begging until one orgasm led right to another, and you were screaming his name again.

Finally, what felt like hours later, your hips fell back down onto his lap. Leonard clicked the vibrator off, slowly and gently pulling it out of you. You gave a grateful moan as it vanished, utterly unable to move.

“How’re you feelin’, darlin’?” His voice was soft and gentle, and you felt his hand rest lightly on your lower back, his fingers stroking the skin soothingly. You didn't reply verbally, just gave a contented moan. He chuckled, scooting backwards on the bed and carefully moving your limp, exhausted body around until you were lying on your back in the center of the bed.

He stood then, swiftly stripping himself down, his eyes rarely leaving you, before he crawled back onto the bed over you. You smiled lazily up at him, humming a little before his lips claimed yours. He kissed you, gentle and thorough, stealing your breath as his tongue explored your mouth. You moaned a little; it was always too easy to surrender to him; you tried to pour your love and trust into the kiss.

“Love you,” you murmured when he released your lips.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He replied softly, a small smile lighting up his face. His hands pushed himself off the bed a little, and crawled down your body. Your eyes got huge, as he crawled between your legs.

“Lee,” you began, arousal relighting in your belly at his mischievous grin.

“Oh, I'm not done with you yet, baby girl. Did you think you’d get off that easy?” Leonard growled at you. You whimpered helplessly, dropping your head back to the pillows. It was starting to look like you’d need to save your strength.

You felt his tongue first, the wet muscle lapping at your outer folds, seeking and licking up every drop of come that had oozed out of you. You whined, your hips shifting restlessly as he slowly and methodically teased you. Your body couldn't quite decide what it wanted; part of you was tired and overstimulated from his work with the vibrator, and the rest of you just wanted more, now.

You felt his hands on your hips then, holding you firmly and keeping you from moving as he continued to lick and suck at your outer folds.

His tongue found your clit then, licking around it gently until you were whimpering steadily on every exhale. He sucked your clit into his mouth, drawing a sharp cry from you. You tried to arch into him, but his restraining hands held you motionless, helpless against his assault. Your legs kicked at the blankets, and your hands clenched handfuls of them as your eyes rolled back in your head. You tried to beg him to stop teasing, but you were already long past the point of intelligible speech. He hummed, the vibrations drawing a tortured cry from you.

“You close already, sweetheart?” Leonard murmured, amusement in his voice.

“Lee, you - ahh!” You tried to reply, but Leonard buried his face in you, thrusting his tongue inside you to lick at your fluttering walls. You cried again, coming helplessly into his mouth. Your back arched off the bed and your hips strained against his hands as his nose nudged your clit, driving you higher. You screamed his name, lost to everything except the bursts of pleasure taking over your brain. He never let up, keeping face and tongue buried in you until you gave little whines of oversensitivity.

You released the blankets from your white-knuckled grip, pushing on the bed and trying to wiggle away from his mouth.

“Get back over here,” Leonard murmured, laughter in his voice, and the hands on your hips easily pulled you back down the bed and into him. He eagerly buried his face in you, murmuring happily as his tongue pushed back into you. Your feet kicked at the bed, and your back arched as you whined torturously. Leonard was relentless, his tongue quickly finding your gspot and attacking it with vigor. You gave a broken cry of his name; you barely even had to make the climb again, your body still buzzing from the last orgasm.

Leonard knew your body well by now, knew just how to lick and suck at you to play you like a fiddle. He used all of that knowledge, holding you steady as he drove you mad.

Two orgasms later, he finally let you go, panting hard as your back dropped back to the bed. Leonard moved up next to you, pulling your unresisting body into him and cuddling you.

“You still with me, hon?” He asked softly, his voice gentle. You didn't try to speak, knowing the effort required was beyond you, and just nodded into his chest, sighing contentedly. He shifted around a little, until you were both comfortable in each other's arms, making a contented little rumble.

You’d figure out who’d won that competition in the morning.

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