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New Tricks - Chapter 17

Status: Work In Progress Version: 1.01 Pairing: Rugan x AFAB!OC Rating: NC-17 (This chapter PG-13) Genre: Adventure/Romance Summary: Misadventures of Rugan and the original Zhentarim Gate's crew before and during the year of three sailing ships.

Notes: This one went through a few rewrites and I'm still not 100% happy with it but them's the breaks. As always thank you to @fistfuloftarenths and @dustdeepsea my kind-hearted beta readers who put up with my constant spam, much love you guys <3

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Chapter Seventeen

Passage had been booked on the next ship to the Gate, which luckily—or unluckily if one hated sailing—was leaving at dawn the following day.

Bellar and Olly had since turned in for the night, but Rugan, who knew sleep wouldn't come easily to him, opted to not sleep at all. So he found himself at the Mug’s bar with Salazon.

The pair had mused about Moonglow’s motives in their coded cant for a time, but neither had any good theories for what was coming out of Moonrise. Drugs mayhaps? Perhaps some new strain of Silk Root? Not something Harpers would care about surely.

When they had exhausted their theories Sal got around to what he had been truly curious about.

“How's Izzy then?”

“Still an excellent shag,” Rugan deflected. He wasn't yet drunk enough to be sharing with the wizard.

“I meant how does she fare?”

“So did I.”

“Unbelievable, girl nurses you back to health and that's the thanks she gets.”

“How did you think I thanked her?” Rugan replied with a rakish smile.

Sal sighed and shook his head. “Take it you're not gonna tell me what you fought about then.”

“Clever one you are.” There was an edge to Rugan's voice now.

“Clever enough to know that cloak of yours is enchanted. Did you know that? She must really like you, that poor fool girl.”

Rugan grimaced and downed the rest of his drink. The point of being at the bar was to not think about these things. Still his curiosity got the better of him.

“What is it then?”

“What's what?” Sal feigned ignorance.

“The damned enchantment, what's it for?”

“Going to have to buy me a few drinks before I give that up.”

Rugan huffed. “I know what you're doing, wizard, and it won't work.”

“We'll see.”

“Another ale for me,” Rugan said, lifting his hand as the bartender turned to him. “And whatever the hells the wizard wants.”

“No you don't,” interrupted Sal. “It'll be rum for the both of us.”

“Oh?” Rugan quirked his eyebrow at Sal, bemused. “Why, pray tell, is that?”

“Because I want to feel like shit tomorrow morning, and more importantly I want you to feel like shit tomorrow morning.”

“Petty bastard, we'll see. Rum it is.”

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Rugan had been confident he could out drink Salazon with ease, but by the time they had finished the bottle he was beginning to wonder.

He still felt in control of himself, a bit buzzed sure, slurring his words a little, and dropping others almost entirely.

The wizard was much the same, dropping his haitches but seemingly holding it together, at least to Rugan’s eye.

“Considering she bought you that fancy cloak, you two must’ve made up.” Sal mused aloud.

“Suppose we did.”

“Then you apologised?”

“Well not in so many words…”

Sal clicked his tongue in disapproval, then shook his head with a laugh. “Taking into account what she said, I guess it’s better that you didn’t use your words.”

Rugan paused mid sip to consider this, fingers tapping anxiously at his glass. “What did Iz say about me exactly?”

“Hmmm… something about you needing to hold your tongue or she was going to send you packing.” Sal had begun to chuckle before he saw Rugan’s solemn expression.

“I deserved that. Deserved worse than that.”

“Why did you fight with her in any case?”

“I don't know.” Rugan sighed, exasperated, pressing his palm to the bridge of his nose. “Because it was unprofessional to find myself in that position? Halfway to Myrkul’s embrace because I was too soft on the boy. Needing help I couldn't afford to pay back and could even less afford to refuse.”

Sal nodded sagely and patiently waited for Rugan to continue.

“Seen so many caught up by their debts, in Luskan, with Nine Fingers, or, hells, even with Zarys. Always swore that wouldn't be me. I'd work hard, be smart. Maybe I'd die in a ditch somewhere, but I wouldn't have debts, wouldn't be beholden to anyone.”

The drink must've gone to his head. Spilling things to Sal he hadn't even dared to articulate in his own thoughts.

“Despite all that effort, all of Tymora's blessings, still wound up no better than the rest. But instead of some Zhentarim loan shark there it's Iz. It's Iz and she wouldn't tell me what she wanted in return.”

Sal laughed and shook his head. “You really have been Black Network too long, not everything is business.”

“Now what's that supposed to mean?” An edge to his voice.

“It means, she's in love with you, you bloody idiot.”

“This isn't some lonely barmaid we're talking about. It's one thing to want a bit of a rough with a Zhent, but a clever thing like her will have better suitors than me.”

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you,” Sal insisted. “Get the feeling if there are other suitors she's not looking at them like that.”

“Maybe I've been a Zhent too long, but I've a feeling you've not been one long enough. There's more practical things to consider.”

“So it's her coin, not her cleverness, that makes you doubt.” Sal could be too astute sometimes.

“Only thing that gets you anywhere.” Rugan agreed dejectedly.

“So, you think she's too good for you?”

“I didn't say she was too good for me.” Rugan narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

“But that's what you're thinking, going on about the coin.”

“That's the only thing that matters. Even if she's not some rich little prat like the rest of them, she could probably find one to bankroll her. What could she want from me?”

“Did I ever tell you how I got joined up?”

“Never cared to ask.”

“I was at Blackstaff Academy before all this. A proper wizarding university in Waterdeep.”

“You were?” He asked, incredulous. “Never told me that. Thought you were a hedge wizard.”

“Pretend I didn't hear that last bit, but yeah. How do you think I got stuck with you lot? Got a loan with Zhents out of Waterdeep for my studies, they shipped me down to the Gate, and Zarys has had her hooks in me ever since.”

“Thought an educated wizard would be too smart for that.” He gave an amused puff.

“They teach us spellcasting, not accounting.” Sal laughed.

Rugan thought on that a moment, if Izzy had finished her studies, gotten a Zhent loan to do so. Would they have worked together? What would that life have been like?

But she hadn't. She wasn't beholden to the network like Sal.

“They're almost as cut-throat as the Zhents in academia. Though the stakes are a bit lower.” Sal continued.

Rugan snorted. “Doubt that.”

“It's true. Academic plagiarism, bribes, theft. Some bastard skewing the bell curve for class? Well maybe his hand gets broken the week before the test, and he has to sit out the semester. Compounding that, half the student body are nobles so you've got to manage their politics as well if you want to be able to find work once you graduate, if you graduate.”

“Mayhaps I've not given you wizards your proper due.” Rugan replied sarcastically.

“My point is,” Sal pressed on, ignoring the jab. “For all the shite I have to put up with being a Zhent, I like you lot far more than I liked most of my classmates. I wouldn’t be surprised if your girl has similar sentiments. And coin or no, there’s something to be said for actually liking the person you’re bedding.”

Rugan took a deep draught from his glass. He’d definitely had too much, he could tell because the wizard was almost sounding sensible.

“Of course.” Sal continued. “None of that really matters unless you actually want the girl.” “I do,” he replied solemnly.

Sal looked at him, glassy eyed and pensive for a moment. He then clapped him on that back causing Rugan to cough up his next drink. “Well then, you're fucked mate.”

“No shite.” Rugan grunted, wiping the dribble from his chin.

“I like you better when you drink. You’re more honest.”

“Well I don’t like it one bit.” Rugan huffed over his drink.

“It's protection by the way.”

“What is?”

“The charm on your cloak. Whole thing probably set her back eight-hundred wolves.”

“Fuck me,” Rugan breathed. Eight hundred gold pieces was damn near what he made in a year.

“Like I said, she's in love with you.”

Sal looked so smug then that Rugan would've clapped him at the back of his head if he wasn't busy considering his cloak. “Fuck me.” He repeated this time as a half-whisper. “Iz, you are a fool girl.”

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Sal had fallen asleep at the bar, collapsed across the counter top. Rugan on the other hand had managed to remain conscious until Godswake. The hour when it was not yet dawn, but the sky brightened ever so slightly into that strange dreamy blue that reminded him of the sea, or a winter sunset back home in Luskan.

He shook the grumpy wizard awake just as Bellar and Olly descended the stairs. They made their way to the docks through the icy streets. Most folks were still asleep, and the city seemed to exist in a reverent silence, in awe of the coming dawn.

The light was growing stronger as they came down to the docks. While the rest of the city lay in sleep, the harbour was alive with the shouts of sailors and the cries of gulls. Deckhands hopped to their tasks as the various ships prepared to disembark. Out on the waves, Rugan could see there were already several fishing boats after the first catch of the day.

The party put their things down on the docks next to the caravel that was set to bring them back to the Gate. A still-groggy Sal draped himself over his pack and fell asleep right there in the open docks.

Rugan sighed and shook his head, hands on hips. Sal might've been able to sling a good fireball or two but his mercenary instincts left something to be desired.

Bellar sat back on the stack of crates behind the wizard. “I can watch Sal if’n you're wanting to stretch your legs before they're done loading up.”

“Aye, my thanks. C’mon then lad.” Rugan gestured to Olly with a nod of his head to the end of the long pier.

Olly hurried to follow Rugan down the length of the dock. When they reached the end, Rugan looked out over the sea and let out a deep sigh. His head still felt like it was pressed inside a vice but he had put the conversation off long enough.

“Know you didn't lose your cloak Olly.”

Behind him Olly flinched as if struck. Rugan looked back to regard him. “But if Zarys asks you, stick to that story no matter what and I will too. Understood?”

The boy nodded fervently. “Yes, Rugan.”

“You're a good lad and certainly a better recruit than I deserve. But you need to start looking out for yourself.

Again Olly nodded.

“Now I'm not saying to go around burning orphanages to keep warm. No sense in being cruel unless you're a twisted bastard like Bellar. And a bit of friendliness can get you far with the locals, as you well know. But you need to be more judicious in your generosity, and as it goes, just be less generous in general.”

“Right.”

Rugan stared at him hard. “I mean it, Olly, no one here is gonna catch a blade or an arrow for you. The time comes, you choose your skin over someone else's. Choose yourself, every time. Understood?”

“You caught a fever for me.” Olly winced at the resulting glare he got from that comment.

“And that was right stupid of me wasn't it? Don't make me backhand you, lad.” Rugan turned back towards the open sea. “Besides I wasn't meaning to catch a damn thing.”

Rugan closed his eyes and chose his next words with care. “The truth is, Olly, I've been meaning to have this chat with you for a long while now. Since before Crimmor—hells, should've had it before Waterdeep most likely.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you're soft, Olly.”

“I don't flinch from the killing,” the boy replied defensively.

“No, but your little heart softens every time you see an urchin or hear someone cry for help.”

Olly turned away, teeth clenched in anger and embarrassment. “I'm not soft,” he muttered bitterly.

Rugan turned back to take measure of him. “I'm not saying you're cowardly, you're braver than most and if not, then you hide it well. But you're not as mean as the others. Like I said, you're a good lad. Probably be a Harper or Adventurer if you weren't so smart.”

“A Harper–” Olly's head had snapped back to glare indignantly.

“I said if you were more stupid. But you're not stupid, Olly, except when it comes to this.” Rugan let out a long sigh. “One day there's going to come a moment where the choice is between your life and someone else's. Not a Fist’s or a Harper’s, but a friend's or a civilian’s or some other Zhent. When that time comes, you need to be willing to step on that other person, choose to save yourself.”

“Even if it's you?”

“Especially if it's me.”

Olly held his gaze for a long agonising moment before asking, “Did you have to make that choice, Rugan?”

“Anyone that's been around as long as I have has made that decision more than once, lad.”

They both stood in silence until shouts from up the docks let them know it was about time to head back. Rugan sighed and turned fully before putting his hand on Olly's shoulder. “I'm not saying these things because I'm angry with you, though I was and rightly so. I'm saying these things because we're Zhents, we don't have the luxury of the moral high ground. Sometimes you can be right, or you can be a survivor, and that's it.”

Olly held his gaze and did not comment, though he looked like he wanted to.

Rugan sighed before continuing with what he hoped was a bit of levity. “I like you, Olly, and I'd prefer you didn't die on me before you’ve at least grown your first chin hair.”

“I grow chin hairs just fine!” Olly replied indignantly, but based upon the ghosting of fuzz along his lip, Rugan had to wonder.

“That so? Well let me know when your balls drop then, lad. We'll take you out whoring.” Rugan clapped him once more on the back and started back towards the ship.

“There's nothing wrong with– they've already–” Olly stuttered behind him, hurrying to catch up.

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When they finally arrived in the Gate a tenday later, Rugan was tempted to kiss the dock. His stomach had roiled and lurched the whole trip and the others had thought this the peak of comedy.

Solid ground under his feet was such a relief that he forgot the report he would have to give Zarys upon their return to the warehouse. When at last she summoned him to her office, reality came crashing back down upon him.

He stood there now, a small dark room lit by a large window to his right—Zarys would never put it to her back—and a few wall sconces. There was a desk where Zarys was now seated, a chair for guests, not staff, and a roaring hearth. Considerably sparser than her office beneath Waukeen's Rest, but she rarely had duties over the winter. He had given her a full accounting of the fight with the Harpers, and she had seemed pleased with the outcome. Less pleased with other details.

“That's at least half a tenday you were out, Rugan,” Zarys said evenly. She always reserved yelling for giving orders, her sardonic tone alone conveyed her unhappiness well enough.

“I was laid up, not exactly out drinking and swiving.” He kept his own tone explanatory, accommodating. No sense getting defensive with the boss.

“The way Sal tells it, you were laid up with a pretty girl.” Rugan winced, of course Sal was too afraid of Zarys to omit anything.

“Now, I realise how that must look,” he held his hands up as if in mock surrender. “But the boys will tell you just the same that I wasn't even awake when they left me with her. And I left just as soon as I was well enough.” Unfortunately.

“Even so,” Zarys continued, “Shouldn't have been out in the first place.”

Rugan felt some relief, The boys must have already told her he was out cold, else she would've pressed him more about his stay in Crimmor.

She went on. “Just what do you think would've happened, Rugan, if the Harpers had struck before you returned?”

“Wouldn't have, they were waiting for me.”

“And if they got tired of waiting? If you hadn't gotten better? That would've left your team walking into a trap and down their senior officer.”

“I didn't plan on getting sick—”

“But you did give your cloak to the boy. Seems like the turn of events should've been clear even to one as thick as you.”

Rugan sighed. “I see what you're getting at Zarys, truly, but I had let him tough it out two days and nights like that already. Any longer and he would've been worse off than me.”

“Doubt that, he's near to half your age, can take a chill better, I'll bet.”

“Maybe. He's younger, I'll give you that, but I'm more used to the cold than any on the crew. You want the boy alive.”

“And I need my district manager alive.” Zarys replied sharply. It was a bigger admission than he was expecting and he didn't have a good response.

She didn't wait for him. "Rugan, next time why don't you make someone who's not a withered old bastard give up their cloak? Understood?”

“Perfectly.” That could've gone worse; it might be a better time than any to ask his question.

“You're dismissed.”

“Zarys, before I go…”

She looked at him steely eyed but didn't interrupt.

“Did you know the cargo was worthless?” He hadn't mentioned it till now, and the way she stiffened at the question he was confident he knew the answer.

“What you're permitted to know and what I'm permitted to know are two different things entirely.”

“You let us get set-up then?” He wasn't angry or even surprised but maybe a little disappointed.

“Let you? Do you think any other team I sent to Athkatla had a licensed wizard and my most senior officer?” She was wearing that vicious grin she wore when she was pleased with herself.

Rugan blinked in surprise. She hadn't been able to go against Roah’s orders, so she'd made her own play. Leave it to Zarys to have that sort of foresight.

“I knew there was a reason I recruited you.” Rugan grinned, and that seemed to steal her joy.

“Out of my office before I sic the wolves on you Rugan.” She turned back to the paperwork on her desk, and Rugan bowed low before taking his leave. Zarys was more sentimental than he'd thought.

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sunnydalelibrarian · 57 minutes ago

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Buffy Rewatch: Season 2, Episodes 20-22

2x20: "Go Fish"

Buffy all melancholy staring at the ocean, my poor baby

Insecure boy would rather suffer than accept help from girl. Shocking.

Is that fucking Leonard Snart?? It is, holy shit, I forget how many actors I recognise had background roles in this

The bloody shedded skin lying on the beach?? Horror movie much?

Not Snyder pressuring Willow to falsely pass a kid who's failing on account of putting in zero effort just because he's on the swim team?? You know damn well he's doing it because he thinks he can get away with intimidating the people-pleaser seventeen-year-old. Frankly, I would've liked to see him try that shit on Jenny.

Buffy, this boy ain't shit, you know that

"Oh, it's not me I'm worried about" - that's my fucking girl, y'all!!

He actually used the "look what she's wearing" justification, this whole episode makes me so fucking angry, he deserved what he got!!

"Try to dress more appropriately" - I'm going to fucking scream!

One of these days I'm going to write an essay on rape culture in Buffy

Again, one of the only times I agree with Xander

And it's the Creature from the Black Lagoon!

"From whence it came? I'm spending way too much time around you."

Ah, yes, perfect father-daughter bonding activity: fishing!

Something about the toxic sports culture

Priorities, Cordy, fucking hell

This is fucking horrific, even understanding it as a metaphor for how the patriarchy perpetuates rape culture.

So often I think of Giles' line from "I, Robot, You, Jane" - "Still, if you'd been anyone but the Slayer..." - like, I shudder to think what would have happened to Buffy in most of these situations if she'd been just a normal girl

I love Cordelia so much

2x21: "Becoming, Part 1"

Oh Liam was such an unappealing douchebag, wasn't he?

Darla was hot as fuck though, I'd let her bite me

Something about how turning a vampire is so often portrayed as a sexual act

Xander just lying there 😂

I want Angelus dead. Like, immediately. Smug motherfucker.

Giles being "the best authority on obscure relics" in the entire museum and heritage sector, that's my man

I love him so much, finally someone who doesn't just say "sure, let's open the ancient artefact we know jack shit about!"

Oh Snyder's such a killjoy

Drusilla was so sweet and scared. She deserved to kill Angel for what he did to her. My poor Cassandra-coded baby

"I don't want to be an evil thing" - he couldn't just kill her, he had to make her into the one thing she never wanted to be

"A devil child like you" "God is watching you" - he puts himself in the role of God and Drusilla in the role of the devil, even though its the opposite, but is it really? She becomes what he makes her, in his image.

The way she knows how to play him for a fool with her visions and Spike never falls for it

Buffy's little "Wah!" and tossing her pencil. It's childish, because she is a fucking child and we cannot forget that.

Willow should've become a teacher tbh

Jenny Calendar is sooooo Can't Catch Me Now coded

Xander pisses me off here. He only cared about what Angel's done when he can use it as an I told you so

Oh, I loved Kendra so much, my poor girl

"It's a big rock. I can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big!" Spike ilysm ❤️

"We're about to make history... end" is a baller line though

I don't care for the Angel flashbacks. I don't care enough about Angel to be interested in them. I'll accept it when it involves Darla or Dru or the Kalderash but not just him

Wtf do you mean you fell in love with this girl when she was 15?? That'd be like Spike getting with Dawn

Oh Buffy was just a little girl, who the hell decided to give her the fate of the world?? Even Whistler acknowledges she's just a kid.

"Look at you. She must be prettier than the last Slayer." SHE IS FIFTEEN YOU FUCKING CREEPS

"Someone wasn't worthy!" in a sing song voice I love this little shit

Mr Pointy! I love Kendra, she's also just a little girl. Oh, she should've lived long enough for Buffy to get her that stuffed animal.

The way Kendra dies for a role that was never truly hers

The way Buffy takes Kendra's hand 🥺

2x22: "Becoming, Part 2"

Ah, finally, accurate cops!

Oh fuck you Snyder

"You stupid little troll" - atta girl!! That's my baby

The way she hugs Xander though 🥺

The fact Willow does all this shit in the rest of the episode while badly concussed?? Again, that's my baby

The horror on Buffy's face when she realises Giles is unaccounted for

Angel was always a fucking creep, Whistler, let's be real

Oh, Spike coming in like the world's worst hero!

"I'm talking about your ex, pet. I'm talking about putting him in the bloody ground" - and that's why I love him

I love that Spike wears nail polish

The way he just wants his girl back 🥺

"I hate you." "And I'm all you've got." Another baller line

How it's Xander saying "You're my best friend, I love you" that brings Willow back from her coma, and it's the same thing that will eventually bring her back to herself after she goes dark

Oz and Willow are so cute

Something about how Angel always called him Giles but Angelus calls him Rupert, and the only other person who ever did that was Jenny

Spike and Joyce sitting there awkwardly 😂 "You hit me with an axe one time"

"You'll never hear from us again. I bloody well hope."

To be entirely fair to Joyce, she obvious regrets what she says to Buffy the second the words leave her mouth

"You must perform the ritual in a tutu. Pillock" - That's my fucking man.

Do we think Spike figures out what would break Giles because he knows what would break him?

Oh, seriously fuck Snyder. And fuck the Mayor too.

The fucking sad music here?? "I thought I'd lost you"?? Excuse me, I'm crying!

This is very "Suffering" from Epic the Musical coded

And Buffy right now is very "Nothing Left to Lose" by The Pretty Reckless coded

When she fucking catches the sword!!! That's my fucking girl!

Spike getting the hell outta dodge with his girl. Quite bloody right.

As much as I aggressively do not give a shit about Angel at times, this ending always makes me upset. Just the way Buffy's face goes from horror to realisation to resignation as she understands what she has to do, and she holds it together until it's over and then she breaks

The way they all just get dressed and go to school because what else are they supposed to do?

#i finally got through it guys! the last six episodes of this season are always hard for me to get through so it took some time but i made it #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #btvs rewatch #buffy rewatch #buffy season 2

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mtab2260 · 2 years ago

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Fuck everything, I’m doing all of them at once ‘cause I’m board as fuckkkkkk

1) Stealth Strike or Breaking Ranks. I can’t decide. Maybe Stealth Strike.

2) The Mysteries of Chopper Base. I don’t like spiders. I still don’t like spiders. But seeing Kanan and Ezra fucking launch Sabine completely over that cliff and yet some how she managed to not die will never not be hilariously scabby.

3) I fucking love it and I am so excited and absolutely terrified. I am holding onto that one bit Dave Filoni said in the last Rebel’s Recon with all my life. It was something like “yes, I definitely will continue the Ghost Crew’s story. But not for some time. I want to do it, but I want to take time and do it right.” It’s been five years and Dave is a bloody wizard with this crap, I trust him.

4) Zare Leonis.

5) I wouldn’t change any plot honestly.

6) Kanan and Hera no doubt. Then… Hondo and Mulch.

7) Kanan, I feel. I mean, I’m not saying the lad is totally pushed under the rug, hell no. But I just find him so interesting as a character and his backstory (Last Padawan Comic/ A New Dawn (not TBB shit) is just incredible. And I feel like a lot of people don’t truly understand what Kanan did in Jedi Knight and how big that is. He accomplished what no other Jedi had done before (cough cough Anakin cough). He had strong attachment to the crew and would do anything for them, but he was able to let it all go when it mattered.

8) I would have put an episode in season two devolving into a Kanan and Hera only mission. Just them working together like they used to back before all the kids came along. You see how well they work together and know each other. But of course there’s tons of tension and it only makes us more confused if they are actually together or not.

9) Kanan. Cowboy Jedi for the win.

10) Jedi Knight was the first piece of Star Wars that made me cry.

11) “That’s not regulation.” “I kinda like it,”

12) Season two’s hair color, but season three’s hair cut and armour. But then also Epilogue season four armour slaps and deserves a mention.

13) Chopper. It’s not even fair, mate.

14) In Shroud of Darkness in season two as Kanan and Ezra are coming back. I just remember them chillaxing in the lounge and Hera has her feet up in that wooden chair that is so out of place. I think Zeb and Sabine were there too. They just all look so cozy and chill and I imagine they have similar comfortable silences like that a lot.

15) I’m gonna go with Kanan and holo-Hera’s talk on Mandalore where Chopper says “get a room already”.

16) Former Admiral/ Former Commander/ Commander Bron Titus.

17) I love the fact that they totally introduced a canon way to time travel in Star Wars and yet it was so subtle half the fandom didn’t even realize it.

18) I think Ezra and Thrawn are stuck together in an alliance, learning from each other, scrapping by, and planet hopping and trying to find their way back but they’re so fucking lost.

19) This is so bloody random, but little Celeb and the other Initiates were getting a lecture (from space Jesus himself) about the Jedi Temple’s message system and dude spoke his intrusive thoughts and ended up saving himself (and like a bunch of other Jedi or something) when everything went to shit. I love his inquisitive nature because I am the exact bloody same.

20) Either when she out flew Darth Vader (because she is the best pilot in the galaxy, suck my dick Anakin, Han, and Rey). Or when her and her father get into a heated argument on the Ghost in season two and she code switches back into her accent. It’s such a cool little detail that really adds so much to her character.

21) In Stealth Strike when Chopper goes full rouge, turns off the gravity and then back on with no care where Ezra is. Then also he purposely runs over Ezra’s hand in legit attempted murder. And the episode of course is topped off with some glorious war crimes by yours truly.

22) Commander Meiloorun needs a mention. But truthfully when Zeb saved and kept Kallus alive on the ice moon. On the surface (hah), it seems like the normal hero thing to do, but remember in the first episode where Zeb was willing — feeling absolutely terrible about it, but willing — to leave Ezra behind. So… Character Development!

23) When Sabine was training with the darksaber and finally let loose. That final fight when she poured her heart out and knocked Kanan to the ground. Even if Kanan let that happen to not interrupt her flow, visually, it was braw and badass as hell. Plus the voice acting in that scene, my god it’s amazing.

24) His final scene in Rebels. Ezra made connections and friends everywhere and finally all his hard work paid off. He was able to bring together such a random group of people together for a cause that they wouldn’t have been a part of without their loyalty him. He avenged his parents, Kanan, and the people of Lothal. Ezra kickstarted the rebellion, telling them, yes it was possible to fight back on a larger scale. And he did it with giant Space Whales and Force Wolves which I love because it shows exactly what type of Jedi Ezra is.

25) Totally the gun-saber. That thing is pure dead brilliant. I have the plastic toy version and I adored that thing so much in an epic laser-sword battle, I smacked it against a tree and broke it.

26) Lyste for sure. Imagine how much fun it would be to mess with him? Pure gold.

27) I with there was more depth into Sabine’s character in the beginning. We know she joined up with the crew not too long before Ezra did. I’d say less than a year definitely, six months or so probably. But in that time she has come to openly say the Ghost Crew was a family to a street rat she just met, but then she also still doesn’t fully trust Hera as we see in Out Of Darkness. I would love more of a glimpse into her adjustment and background from between after The Dutchess and before the Ghost Crew.

28) Hondo. Why is this a question?

29) The music and sound effects whenever Ezra or Kanan use the Force. I don’t know what it is, but I love the Force theme. It adds so much and produces such a magical feeling when it’s used.

30) The Call. It’s such a great episode. The most important episode in the entire series is disguised as a throw-away filler episode. Brilliant.

Star Wars Rebels Ask Game

I've never made one of these before, but I haven't seen a Rebels one floating about in a while, so hey.

What is your absolute favorite episode of the show?

Which episode did you not like at first, but grew on you after one or more rewatches?

How do you feel about the Ahsoka show being live-action Rebels season 5?

Who is your favorite one-off character on the show?

If you could change one (non-death-related) plot point in the show, what would you change?

What are your two favorite ships from the show (canon or not)?

Who is one character you feel isn't appreciate enough by the fandom?

If you could've added an episode/story arc to the show, what would it be about?

Obligatory "who's your favorite member of the crew" question.

Aside from season 4 episode 10, which episode made you cry the most?

What is one joke/moment from the show that always makes you laugh?

Which design for Sabine's hair and armor is your favorite?

Chopper vs Palpatine- who's making it out alive?

What is your favorite moment of the crew being a family?

What is your favorite Kanera moment?

Who is your favorite villain/antagonist?

What is your opinion on the World Between Worlds?

Where do you think Ezra has been all this time?

What is one of your favorite Kanan moments?

What is one of your favorite Hera moments?

What is one of your favorite Chopper moments?

What is one of your favorite Zeb moments?

What is one of your favorite Sabine moments?

What is one of your favorite Ezra moments?

Which of Ezra's two lightsabers would you rather have?

Would you rather be stuck in an elevator with AP-5 or Lieutenant Lyste?

Which plot point do you wish the show had expanded on?

Favorite recurring character?

Favorite piece of music from the show?

Most under-rated episode?

#why did I do this #idk #again I am very bored #star wars rebels

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bambuwu-writes · 3 years ago

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Every now and then i remember that [for all the essays i could write ab how they deserve better from the writers and official artists] citron and guy are muslim coded and my little heart fills :)

citron teaching omi and izumi how to make roti on a well aged tawa [think crepe pan!], one of the few things citron brought with him when he fled home. Smiling quietly when he teaches them how to scoop up curry without getting toooo messy, and openly grinning and cheering when sakuya manages to do it perfectly, laughing and agreeing when misumi says the shape between his fingers looks a bit like a triangle!!!! So cool!!!!!

Heart swelling with something…just something. When he hears masumi and tenma grumble about the saffron staining their fingernails. Just like his brothers do. Well, did. I mean, probably still do…right?

Every now and again, he was viscerally reminded that he. Was not. Home.

No one recognized his spices and perfumes.

No one joined in his little songs, references from his favorite movies. They couldn't.

He always, always had to check before he ate something for the ingredients list. Something he took for granted. A comfort, a sense of safety he took for granted.

No one recognized his mumbled recitations under his breath after watching horror movies. He was never the most intently devout, but the Arabic he did know soothed his soul.

The simplest things.

Tea tasted thin, bitter. Nothing like his rich, spiced chai.

That was it.

Little things.

Nothing special he could point to and say was ‘wrong��. It just, deeply, wholly, wasn't his.

Citron felt that gut wrenching twist and claw of loneliness when holidays rolled around. He dreaded celebrating alone.

He explained Ramadan to his new family! Assured them that, yes, he was definitely eating! He just wouldn't be eating with them in the day for a while! All with this…strange smile on his face.

The first week of the first Ramadan he spent at the dorms was sad. Just plain sad.

He wanted his brothers. He wanted them near him so bad it hurt. He wanted to hear those quiet little complaints and the jokingly angry yells whenever a commercial for food came on the tv. He wanted to wake up with them. Watch everyone slowly shuffle into the kitchen before dawn. When he was alone it felt wrong. Like he was taking food when he wasn't supposed to. It just. It wasn't right. Nothing about it felt right.

And then the second week started. And Izumi was in the kitchen before him.

Bleary eyed, blanket around her shoulders [that made his heart hurt, who knows why], and wearily peering at the stove as she stirred a pan of leftover curry, rice cooker with only 3 minutes left on the counter. And the young man was struck with how soft her ‘good morning’ was. How full of love and determination her smile was.

He was not ashamed when he cried into her shoulder for a minute or so. She seemed to understand.

#author's note this post is a MESS #but i needed to get it out of my brainnn #i dont remember if ive ever mentioned it here but im muslim [not suuuper religious but ukk] and i remember when i first played a3 and #saw citron??#......#dude wow #im gonna write a follow up for guy but just...wow..these two <3 #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#a3! citron #a3! izumi #a3! guy #omi fushimi #sakuya sakuma #misumi ikaruga #masumi usui #tenma sumeragi #a3! hcs

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kelpiemomma · 3 years ago

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Kelp kelp kelp, you can not post 5+1 father adopted daughter prompts bc I see those and then I start thinking about all of your wonderful aus and how they need them! Just! They are all so good! For god fragment akarei! Little rituals are so important! They choose their dad, having to explain that! Is! Just! Angst! Fluff! Perfection! Photos! Ingo already likes physical memories! Akarei deserves so many, and ingo deserves to have a stuffed wallet! And so much of that is also true for jtr, ao, and fatw!

AND! You have so many good aus that these are perfect for because now I am also imagining phm!akari building little rituals with her train dads! And plac! Ingo and akari with their little hard won family, it also needs so many photos, rituals and good good family feels!

Also the Wild West au! That found family post! Code names! I bet akari comes up with some wild ones! (I’m also sure ingo will be disappointed and will break out the soap at some point) Hovering when akari gets injured by dawns people! Just! Found family in the Wild West tonight!!!

I just I love all of your aus and I love found families and I am having so many emotions 💜

YES YES YES YES YES RIGHT!!!!

I am honestly in the same boat every time I go looking up adoption prompts or parent prompts. My grubby little hands rub all over my aus!!!

God fragment Akarei likes physical things- before their face-off against Arceus it is because they came to with nothing but the clothes on their back. They attach memories to objects- their partner's first pokéball breaks but instead of throwing it out, they keep it because it is their first pokéball, their first partner, the first thing that was Theirs. They ask Laventon for a camera so they can take pictures as well if the things they see that are all so new for them! After they confront Arceus their items are a reminder that Akarei is their own person! They exist! They are not simply a piece of something else waiting to return to their 'rightful place'!! Akarei keeps photos on them, Just In Case, and gives plenty to Ingo as well. Ingo gets a stuffed wallet both because Akarei demands it (because what happens if he returns to his time without warning??? What if he forgets them???) and because he likes the reminder of the memories. There's one of Cyllene standing over Laventon, who fell asleep on his desk. There are several pictures of Akarei and Akari and Rei, doing silly childish things. Akarei gathers up their family and gets a whole picture, humans and pokemon both. They touch each item before going to sleep, no matter how tired they are. Physical gifts are important to them not because of their price but because of their meaning and who gave them the gift.

PHM!Akari's first ritual was the one that got her train dads, after all! Waving to them whenever they passed by! It remains a ritual even after they move to town, so they know she's still awake and alive. Friday nights become nights that they scoop her away from the farm, grab Elesa, and go out to eat. They all eat too much, the adults get a little drunk, and after Akari repairs her home she herds them back and they all crash in varying places in the living room. The boys take time off during harvest time so they can help Akari, and at the end of each day of harvest they take a food item and use it for dinner. Akari asks Elesa for a new outfit for each town festival, even once Anthe joins the town and works with Elesa; the outfit is always something verging on uncomfortably flashy (the girl's out of her overalls, anything is too flashy) and that puts her in small heels.

PLAC Ingo and Akari figuring out how to live together. Ingo now has a child to look after that is also an incredibly powerful piece of technology but is also a child, first and foremost. He had to get her to brush her teeth by brushing his with her. It becomes habit. He checks under her bed for templars each night, even and especially after her recapture (Emmet helps). He takes her to work after his return and he and Emmet get her a little coat to match theirs, so people know who to return her to if she wanders off in a piece of Eden daze. Some nights she wakes up from nightmares that leave her shaking, leave her with memories of Before she was Akari, and she always needs outside time. Emmet or Ingo typically wake up because something in the house Isn't Right (keen assassin senses, despite their living in a home filled with their literal family and friends- no nuclear family here, there's like ten people in their home) and they'll see her outside, make her either hot chocolate or coffee (whatever's on hand), and give her space to come to terms with what happened. Sometimes she drinks what she's given, sometimes she doesn't, but it's a reminder of where she is and who she's with and that's what's important. The scars will fade, the memories will stay, but she won't be alone. She won't be a tool, she will be a girl.

THE WILD WEST AU!!! Rituals, Akari dropping a curse word to see how quickly Ingo notices and loses his temper. She always asks Cam for help with her outfit on dance nights. No matter how old she gets she holds onto someone's hand for comfort as they approach the stage. Jackie brought up code names, after she was recovered from Dawn, to cheer her up. It is very much like Parks & Rec codenames, but Ingo is much more irritated than relieved at being "Eagle Two". He's got the soap on hand whenever he sees Jackie & Akari giggling, just in case. Everyone makes it a game to see how close they can badger Ingo's sensibilities around Akari, as the baby, before he uses it.

And when she gets back from being taken by Dawn, when she's still weak and fighting off starvation and being shot, when she's barely conscious for minutes at a time, they all take turns reading to her or talking to her. Telling her about the ranch, and about her pony, and what's happened in town. They don't stop working, but someone is always with her. Holding her hand. Brushing her hair back. Ensuring she's not alone, that when she wakes up there will be some part of her family with her. When she gets sick, after, years later, they do the same thing.

Cam and Akari developing a secret handshake, always done behind the backs of the others and ending in giggles. Jackie and Akari being playfully antagonistic but incredibly defensive of each other. Cloud teaching Akari about books and boys, and the best ways to break both, a mother and aunt and grandmother all in one. Ramses taking Akari out, showing her how to track, how to get by on wild plants, ensuring her survival and always being the first to ask her to dance once music starts up. Isadore and Akari sitting in silence together, doing their own things in the comfortable company of someone who doesn't need to speak. Ingo and Akari being dramatic together, teaching tricks to the horses and doing some dangerous stunts while riding, playfully acting out book scenes and plays. Emmet and Akari going out to shoot, to race the horses even while they work, checking to make sure none of the animals need doctoring before going absolutely fucking ham on messing around. Elesa teaching Akari how to run a business and let people make assumptions before rending them asunder, throwing fashion shows between the two of them.

Akari in every universe finding a family that will cherish her and love her as she is, not for who she could be or what they think she should be 💚

#Kelp tracks #Asked and answered #Plac #Pokemon harvest moon #GOD don't get me started on FaW rituals #The ones Akari and Ingo get into after AO finishes #The ones that change over JtR....#SO MANY.#Arceus fragment au

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dilfhaljordan · 4 years ago

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y’know, i think i might’ve realized why so many people gravitate towards batfam instead of flashfam

to the extent of my knowledge, most of the flashfam are related to each other either biologically or by marrying (to clarify i’m talking specifically abt pre52 flashfam rn since i haven’t actually read any of the new52 yet). you have:

barry allen, the flash

iris west, barry’s wide

wally west, iris’ nephew

linda park, wally’s wife

don and dawn allen, iris and barry’s children in the 30th century

jenni ognats, the daughter of don and jeven ognats

bart, the son of dawn and meloni thawne, making him jenni’s cousin and wally’s first cousin once removed (i think so anyways i’m not sure)

owen mercer, bart’s half-brother

thaddeus thawne II, bart’s clone and technically his twin/brother

jai and irey west, linda and wally’s kids

pretty much the only ones who aren’t biologically related in any sense are jay and joan garrick, who imo act like barry’s parents, and also temporarily had bart in their care for a while

of course, this isn’t including people like jesse chambers, max crandall, johnny chambers, etc. bc i’m mostly going through the family tree, however they are very close friends/allies who are generally considered as part of the flashfam

ANYWAYS, like i said, that list of people? they’re all biologically connected in some way, or in linda + joan + iris’s cases, they married in.

now let’s look at the batfam, which is made up almost entirely of non-biologically related people (once again, not taking into account close friends such as babs and steph):

alfred pennyworth, the wayne’s butler and the man who raised bruce (along with leslie thompkins)

bruce wayne, batman

dick grayson, bruce’s first son

jason todd, bruce’s second son

tim drake, the third son

cassandra cain, bruce’s one and only daughter

damian wayne, son of bruce and talia al ghul, and the only member with any sort of blood relation to bruce

talia al ghul, who isn’t generally considered a part of the batfam (thanks to morrison ruining her entire character smh) but was once married to bruce

this list also doesn’t take into account close friends/allies like stephanie brown, barbara gordon, selina kyle, etc. bc none of them are official members of the family, though they are counted as family by most people (including me). again, these are the official members of the batfam

it’s pretty common knowledge that the batfam is the most popular family in the entire dc franchise. the fanworks alone go to show that, and dc isn’t much better when it comes to that. it can be hard to figure out why, since the batfam can be so messed up sometimes, especially compared to the flashfam, which imo is one of the most openly loving and caring families in dc. despite that, the flashfam fandom is like a single speck of dust compared to the batfam fandom, which can honestly be really frustrating bc they deserve more recognition, but i digress

anyways, the main difference between these two families?

blood relations.

okay, let me explain. here’s the thing—the batfam fandom is mostly made up of people that are queer, neurodivergent, mentally ill, or maybe just don’t have that great of a home life. this post explains it much better than i ever could, but the general gist is that these people love the concept of found family since they usually don’t have an amazing relationship or are rejected by their blood family, and the batfam is built on found family. like i said, the only people related by blood are bruce and damian—everyone else is a) adopted or b) close enough to the family that they’re considered part of it (think steph, babs, alfred, etc.)

now, i’m pretty sure that the batfam is the only family that’s pretty much completely found family (with the exception of lanternfam, but hal, kyle, jess, simon etc. don’t fall into archetypal roles like the dad, the brother, the uncle, etc. so i feel like that plays a big role in why the lanternfam isn’t nearly as popular + the fact that most people just don’t really seem to care about them). most of dc’s other families are blood related—and this includes flashfam, which i think it actually the family that has the most blood-related members in it.

here’s the thing—some of the members of the flashfam absolutely do play at least a little bit into found family. take bart, for example—he travelled back in time from the future. iris couldn’t take care of him bc she couldn’t spoil future events for the others (i think so anyways i’m not too sure), wally was nowhere prepared to mentor a kid who was so much like him, so max was the one to take him in, and they ended up having an amazing father-son relationship, and they weren’t related to each other, either.

still, despite definitely having more healthy relationships than the batfam, most of the flashfam is blood-related, which is probably a huge part of why people gravitate towards the batfam—the idea of having a found family that, while dysfunctional and messy, is a family that loves each other, is really appealing towards people who are queer/neurodivergent/etc. not only that, a lot of the batfam members are unintentionally neurodivergent coded, which is another reason for the flashfam not being nearly as popular (though i firmly believe that most if not all speedsters are adhd i mean just look at bart’s 90s solo comic but that’s not the point)

of course there’s also the fact that dc just loves promoting the batfam for whatever reason...most of the dc animated movies have batman + nightwing in them, and god whenever i scroll down to movies that have ‘batman’ in their title on my tv list it’s so goddamn long...batman himself is one of the most well-known fictional characters ever, and while the flash is popular, it pales in comparison to batman. most forms of dc media have the batfam or at least bruce, alfred + dick or damian in them (batman and harley quinn, batman vs robin, the dcamu universe, etc.) while the flash...

i’m pretty sure barry’s the only one to really consistently appear in any sort of dc media that isn’t comics, but the one movie that could be considered a flashfam movie is justice league: the flashpoint paradox and even then i feel like it’s a stretch. other than that, all i can think of if wally making some cameos in the 2003 teen titans cartoon + his appearances in ttg. even in video games, there’s no bart, no jay, no max—only barry as the flash and wally as kid flash, even if the timeline doesn’t make sense

so yeah. that’s my reasoning for why the batfam is so much more popular than the flashfam

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #barry allen #batfam #flashfam #meta #long post #hhhh this took forever to write smh #*#*meta

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i-do-trash-fanfictions · 4 years ago

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There she was, fighting past the many hive that swarmed the Dreaming City, Saint-14 doing the same on the opposite side. It was then Saint mentioned that his Ghost, Geppetto said there was another Ghost nearby. He asked for the light-bearer to reveal themself, and he did so.

"That would be me." Crow's voice stated, suddenly coming on the communication link.

Thera was surprised. Had not Zavala told him to stay in the Tower while she and Saint-14 left to find Osiris? Saint voiced her thoughts.

"Osiris called me for help," Crow explained. "With all these hive around, I can see why. This reeks of Xivu Arath."

"He . . . called you? No. Go home." Saint ordered. "This is not your fight to take; it is mine."

"You can't keep him in a cage, Saint. You're not the only one who care's about him."

"Lectures? You know nothing!" Saint shouted. "Osiris is not himself, and I will be the one to bring him back."

The coms fell silent as Thera fought. And after falling back into cover to heal any wounds, she told her Ghost, "Open a private com with Crow, Scout."

Her Ghost did so.

"Thera?" Crow asked.

"I think you deserve to be here Crow. I want you to know that." She said.

"Thank you Thera."

After the fighting concluded, Crow came onto the open com link once more. "Still fumbling around in the overworld, old light?"

"I'm not that old."

He directed her to an awoken device nearby, explaining it would take her to the Ascendant Plane.

"Crow and I used them to hide from Wrathborn," Glint added.

"Stalk," Crow sighed. "We were stalking, not hiding."

Thera giggled.

It wasn't long before she was in the Ascendant Plane, fighting through the taken there, including the wrathborn that attacked her, and then was back on the other side. They converged at Osiris's signal, just as Saint had said.

Together, they walked, side by side, her and Saint. Crow had arrived there first. Mara Sov, Queen of the Awoken, stood in front of them, and behind her, Osiris.

"Osiris," Began Saint. "You must come home. Answer for what you have done. The Vanguard will show mercy-" He pleaded.

"Yes," said Osiris. "Ikora and Commander Zavala are nothing if not generous. Queen Mara," He looked to her. "Look how they've welcomed the Crow into their flock."

My eyes flitted to Crow, though he could not see that underneath my helmet. However, his gaze still met mine. He stepped forward.

"It isn't too late. You can still be forgiven."

"Be careful." Said Osiris, pointing at him as he backed away. "I'll hold you to it." His voice drifted into that of a feminine one.

He transformed as Mara stepped forward. Saint-14 cried out in agony. The three of us backed away as Mara outstretched her arms from her sides and a burst of power consumed the being before us.

"WHERE IS OSIRIS." Saint demanded in anger.

She stood beside Crow, fear coursing through her. He noticed her rigid stance. He had come to notice all the little details she showed when she was afraid or when she became riddled with anxiety. She wanted badly to reach out, to grab his hand for comfort. But she wouldn't. Not with Mara there.

"Lower your weapons." Said the Queen. "Osiris still lives."

"You trust this thing?" Asked Saint in disgust.

"This thing and I have come to an agreement. You need only cooperate."

"What is it?" Crow asked, staring up at it, a mixture of both awe and fear showing on his face.

"I am Savathun." The cocoon spoke. "The Witch Queen, Sister of Shapes, Deepest in the Hive Coven, etcetera, etcetera. My sister Xivu Arath hunts me on behalf of another. I wish only to be free, and Mara Sov has graciously agreed to help." She explained.

Thera did not like this. A bad feeling buried itself in her gut. This is not good.

"And Osiris?" Crow asked for all of us.

"Sweet that you should care, little bird." Savathun mused. "I have been Osiris for as long as you have known him." The three of us shared a look. "But rest assured; I will return him safely to you, in exchange for your assistance."

"Queen of lies," Saint spat. "Pray this is the one time you are telling the truth." Then on a solemn note, he said to Crow and I, "The Vanguard must know what has happened here. Stay Guardians. I will go." And he turned and transmitted away.

"Someone once told me that the line between light and dark was very thin," Mara said after he had left. "Walk it alongside me. For Osiris."

She then instructed her to take an awoken relic and return to the H.E.L.M. Thera did so.

It wasn't until way later into the night that Thera returned to her suite in the Tower. Crow was already there, dressed in casual clothes for bed, a pair of navy sweat pants, and a black long-sleeved shirt. He was sitting at Thera's working desk, hunched over a few papers. A pen was in one hand, a datapad in the other. He looked up when she walked in.

"That was-" He began.

"Terrible. All of it. Every single detail." Thera finished, laying her helmet on the small round table near her kitchenette.

Crow sighed. "Yeah. It was, wasn't it?"

"Savathun was in our City the entire time, and no one noticed. Not a single person. Not even Ikora, who's known him for the longest time. Not even Saint!"

Crow laid down the datapad and walked over to Thera to wrap her in a hug. Her bulky armor made it uncomfortable, but she loved it all the same.

"I need to change. And take a shower." Thera said after they broke apart.

"I'll heat up some food." Crow offered. "We have leftovers from that pasta you made yesterday."

Thera nodded and went to the small bathroom. When she returned, she dressed, Crow avoiding looking at her out of respect.

"Come now, it's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Still, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

She plopped down on the bed where he now sat, book open in his lap. She put her chin on his thigh and stared at the open pages.

"Is that my sweater?" Crow asked.

"Maybe."

He smiled. "I'll go get your food." He stood from the bed, placed the book on the nightstand, and grabbed the plate from the microwave."

Thera only picked at it after Crow handed it to her.

"I won't have you starving yourself." He said after he sat down beside her again and noticed the way she pushed the food around her plate. "I know you haven't had much to eat today. Just those granola bars I stocked in your ship."

Thera took a bite. Crow laid back against a pillow, his arms behind his head, eyes closed. Thera continued to sit up and eat. Beside them, on the nightstand, laid Glint and Scout, cuddled together on the blanket nest.

"Crow?"

"Hm?" He opened one eye.

"I'm scared."

"About what?" He sat up to look at her.

"Savathun. What if she gets someone else? What if she got you? Or Ann? Or-"

"That won't happen."

"How do you know?" She whispered, placing her plate on the floor beside the bed.

Crow was silent. He didn't know. And he wasn't sure how to promise that it would never happen. Then something struck him.

"Listen. Let's make ourselves a code word. Something, that if Savathun took over us, we could ask the other and if they didn't respond with that certain word, we'd know."

"What would the word be?"

"Hm. It would have to be something Savathun would never guess. Biscotti." He said.

"Biscotti?" Thera laughed.

"Yeah, biscotti. It was one of my Dawning presents from you."

"Yes. I remember." Thera smiled.

"It's getting late." Crow glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It read late into the midnight hours. "Bedtime."

Crow pulled back the sheets of the bed as Thera got up to turn out the light. Crow left the lamplight on. When Thera got back from the light switch by the bathroom door, Crow was laying right in the center of the bed, arms crossed behind his head again, eyes closed as if he were sleeping.

"Move," Thera nudged him.

He didn't. Only feigned snoring. But she saw the way his lips perked up a bit as he fought back a smile.

She grinned then threw herself on top of him.

"Uff," Crow grunted. Thera curled into his chest.

"I told you to move."

"Mmm." Crow opened his gleaming orange eyes to stare at Thera, and removed one arm from behind his head to mess with her hair.

She positioned her head under his chin, and after finally finding a comfortable spot, she relaxed. And it wasn't until seconds later that she was asleep, the hard fighting of the day taking its toll on her.

"Sleep well, darling. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, reached down and pulled the covers over them both, and then turned off the lamplight.

#season of the lost #destiny 2 #d2 #destiny #young wolf x crow #crow x young wolf #savathun #destiny crow #crow destiny

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another-fantasy-world · 5 years ago

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Strings Pt. 2

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Fem!OC

Summary: in which the true queen of vampires found love when she least expected.

Warnings: ...Light Angst? Slowburn and mentions of death,trauma and depression

Timeline: Breaking Dawn - Post-Twilight

Word count: 4, 200 words

!Extra long chapter!

GIF isn’t mine

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The witch couple somehow got Rosalie to agree to their terms, much to her distaste. She still doesn’t know what it is that irks her about the couple, she does not trust them, at all but, she trusts Carlisle. Plus, right now, they have more important matters to attend to.

Various thoughts run through Rosalie’s head, as she stands in the vast snow covered field. She may not show it, but she worries for her adoptive sister as Alice strides through the field handing Aro her hand for him to go through her thoughts and visions.

“Now you know. That’s your future, unless you decide on another course.” Alice states when Aro dropped her hand in shock

Rosalie stands rigid, observing silently as she glares and snarls at their “Royalty”, eyes pitch black. She knows in herself that she would do everything for her family, even if it costs her, her life. She stands there, watching as another hybrid walks into the field, she watches as they question him, She watches as Bella sags slightly in relief knowing that Renesmee is immortal and finally, she smiles knowing that they’ve won as the red-coated vampires blurs into the distance.

Joyous screams of victory rips through the air as she joins her family as they rejoice, happy that they did not have to fight the Volturi today. Together, they walk back to their house where their witnesses say their farewells and leaving.

“We won!” Maggie squeals are she rushed into Rosalie’s arms with Emmett trailing behind her

“Yeah, Yeah. Now I have to suffer an immortal life with the smell of wet dog wafting through the air.” Rosalie smirks

“Hey! I heard that!” Jacob complains

“Tsk. You were supposed to.” She retorts as she walks to Carlisle who was holding Esme in his arms.

But as she was walking, she was suddenly thrown into a void, cold, dark, and starry? She was confused as she looks around, panicking when she couldn’t move.

“What the fuck is going on?!” She tries to move her body but she couldn't, she then feels her body get thrown around like a rag doll.

“This is worse than being forced to ride that death machine. What was is called? Rollie? Roller coaster?” She grumbles in her head as she wills herself to not puke. She didn't even think vampires could still be nauseous.

That went on for what seemed to be hours before she was finally dropped into the ground. Opening her golden eyes, her orbs seemed to hyper focus on the gigantic trees and the creatures that live in it. Her ears then pick up the sound of groaning, turning her head, she sees the rest of her family sprawled all over the forest floor.

“Oh my God! Amore! You didn't have to paralyze them that hard!” Veronica thumps Amore in the head.

“I sincerely apologize for what she has done. We needed to take you far away from Forks, The Volturi Coven changed their minds and decided to ambush you and your witnesses. Fear not, your witnesses have been teleported to their homes safe and sound.” Veronica explains while still glaring at the pouting Amore.

“What was that anyways?” Edward groans as he sits up'

“Teleportation. I needed to paralyze you, that lowers the chance of you losing a limb.” Amore explains while Veronica cast a cloud of blue upon them, seemingly healing their “injuries”

“Cooooool. Can we do it again?” Emmett brightens like a child getting a puppy for the first time.

“No.” They all deadpanned at him making Veronica and Amore chuckle.

“Well, I suggest we get going now, even with our speed, it's still a long way to run.” Veronica dusts herself off as she and Amore help the family up and the still dazed shifters.

“Long way to run where?” Jacob asks, utterly confused.

“To the palace of course.” Veronica smiles

“It's high time you guys meet the Queen.” Amore smirks and winks as she speeds off, followed by Veronica then the Cullens and then the Black Pack.

Anastasia pinched her temples in pure stress, the Cullens were coming to visit and everything was in utter chaos. Mud was smeared all over the walls, broken dishes and glass cluttered the floor as little children run past her, screaming her ears off.

“Lance, darling. Clean this up before I rip someone's head off. Make sure this place is spotless before the guests arrive. Get the pups back to their mothers, the children back to the village and contact Maxine, there's a few shifters accompanying the Cullens. I'll be in my lab.” She orders her personal butler who scrambles around trying to get people to help him.

Anastasia ventures down, down until she reaches her own personal laboratory where she herself develops her own type of blood. She's repulsed by the thought of drinking from a clueless human no matter how annoying they are and disgusted at the thought of killing an innocent animal just so she could satiate her desire of drinking blood. And because of this artificial blood, her eyes slowly turn into the rich dark violet that it is now.

As she works, combining different substances and powders that vary colors, her mind drifts to a certain blonde girl. Anastasia for the life of her, cannot even think of what she would do where she faces the blonde beauty, not when her heart if filled with guilt.

1932 Rochester, New York

Anastasia roamed the streets as she keeps her eyes trained on the single glowing golden string attached to her, amongst the other colors. She was born this way, even when she was just a little human, she could always see strings. Of course her feeble mind at that time didn't understand what it was, but now she could. As a vampire, she practiced and willed her strings to be more color coded, since the mere chaos of tangled strings give her a headache. The strings connected each creature in this world, once you make an acquaintance, a blue string connects the two of you and that soon escalates into different colors, However, one color lets her see soulmates, and that's green, which is why she's now following this glowing gold string to wherever it may go. She was tempted to just yank the string as hard as she could and let the creature on the other side find her but somehow, something was holding her back.

As she walked the streets of New York, head held high, she also ignored the stares that she got while walking. She knew why of course, her Italian clothing much different from the posh American clothing everyone around her has, not to mention she was wearing clothes meant for “men” but she never was the one to abide to gender constructs. She also couldn't, for the life of her, think about what she would do when she meets the creature on the other end of the string. Should she kill it? Should she keep it? Should she protect it? Should she-

Her thoughts were then interrupted when her eyes suddenly tunnel visioned. There 'it' was, the 'creature' on the other end of her string, 'it' was actually a woman. An insanely attractive human, being fawned over by boys as she walks by and she was smiling at the small group girls crowding her. Anastasia could suddenly feel the emotions of the said woman: Happiness, Pride, and a little twinge of loneliness and sadness. Anastasia's heart (despite being half-dead) tightened in her chest, she wanted to do everything and anything to make the woman happy. She didn't even care that she just saw her mere minutes ago, she wanted her and only her. And that's when she realized, this woman, no, this angel was meant to be hers. But then again, Anastasia knew that the woman was too good for her, she doesn't deserve this life of pain and eternal suffering, seeing the people you once loved grow old and eventually die, yet she also knew that she cannot live without her, so she settled with being her protector.

“Mr. Lombardi? Did I pronounce that right?” Mr. Hale questioned her, she had managed to manipulate her looks to make her look like a man.

“Yes sir.” Anastasia answered, she named herself Gioele for the sake of her facade.

“And why should I let you protect my daughter?” Mr. Hale raised his eyebrows, staring at the 'guy' infront of him.

“With The Great Depression still happening, I believe your daughter might be in danger. You and your success may make you a target for those who are below you, poor unfortunate...” She trailed off, her moral compass preventing her from saying derogatory words but she knew she had to play by his personality and rules

“We do not talk about them.” Mr. Hale deadpanned

“Yes sir.” 'Gioele' agreed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

“Very well then. You have piqued my interest. One wrong move and you'll find yourself hanging on a rope by your neck.” He threatened just as someone entered.

“Father? Mother requested your presence.” Anastasia's eyes widen when she hears the soft, melodic voice right behind her.

“Rosalie! Perfect timing. This is Gioele Lombardi, he will be protecting you from those awful lowlifes scattered around the streets.” Mr. Hale introduces Anastasia to Rosalie who in turn looked at her.

“Rosalie. Rosalie Hale.” She introduces her self while Anastasia promply goes down on one knee and kisses her hand.

“My Pleasure.” She smiled, seeing the faint blush on Rosalie's cheeks.

Anastasia stood up, offering her arm to Rosalie who accepted and they both followed Mr. Hale outside, Anastasia holding up an umbrella to shield Rosalie and herself from the sun. She didn't sparkle as much as other vampires do but it would have been really suspicious when people see her faint sparkle as her marble like skin hits the rays of the sun.

And in that afternoon alone, Rosalie Hale became more popular, people talked about the attractive guard and of course Rosalie's beauty. Anastasia was annoyed at how people spoke about her and her mate, while they were walking around the city. Rosalie noticed and distracted her by asking her questions and answering questions directed to her as well.

Anastasia just felt herself fall even more as days pass by, She would sit by Rosalie's side while she reads her books, She would accompany her on walks and would help her pick flowers as well. She knew all about Rosalie but Rosalie only knew things Anastasia want her to, that doesn't include the fact that she's a woman and not a man and also the fact that she's an actual vampire. And that proved to be in her disadvantage later on.

A year pass by quickly with Anastasia enjoying every single second she spends with her soulmate, she could feel Rosalie radiating happiness whenever she's around, but of course, Rosalie was getting suspicious as well. It may be because of that one time where they were caught in the rain and their umbrella was much too small for 2 persons so Anastasia insist on Rosalie using it, leaving her wet, making her clothes stick to her body, and even under the dim light, Rosalie could make out a feminine body, toned but still feminine and that left her thinking if she truly knew her guard as well as she thought she did.

One day, Rosalie was sent on an errand to deliver her father's 'forgotten' lunch, and Anastasia knew it was a bunch of shit. She heard the couple discussing their plans to hopefully attract the attention of Royce King II and they succeeded, she had to watch as Rosalie and Royce flirt with each other, with her silently seething, forgotten. She had to hide her growls and snarls whenever flowers would be delivered at the Hale Household, but she couldn't do anything, Rosalie deserved someone who could grow old with her, and not a half-ling abomination like her. So she accepted the fate she wished upon herself and made the hardest decision of her life.

The day Rosalie was engaged, she packed her bags and set to leave but unfortunately, Rosalie caught her. And what she did that day, she still regrets up until now.

“Gioele? You are leaving.” Rosalie states, stunned.

“Don't. Don't stop me Ms. Hale. Or should I say Mrs. King?” Anastasia spat out, and she internally flinched when she saw the pain in Rosalie's eyes.

“Where did this come from Gio?” Gio, Rosalie's nickname for her alter ego. She couldn't handle it anymore and looked around before gently dragging Rosalie into an empty room in their house.

“Look, my name's not Gioele.” Anastasia removes the glamour she placed on herself and watched as Rosalie stare at her in shock.

“It's Anastasia. And yes. I am leaving. You are to be married to Royce King II and I cannot get in between that.” She stares at Rosalie's eyes, hoping to relay her feelings, but Rosalie was still much too hurt from her best friend lying to her.

“You lied. You broke two of your promises Lombardi. Is that even your real surname? It is not, is it? God. Why must I be so stupid! Go! Leave! Find some other woman to lie to!” Rosalie walks away from her

“Rosalie! Wait!” She tried to chase after her but Rosalie just turned around and slapped her, she was shocked, not only because the love of her life slapped her, it's also because Rosalie managed to crack the base of her neck. She lifted her hand to cover the cracks that were covering the base of her marble like neck.

“Rose...” She stared at Rosalie.

“Leave.” Rosalie glared, and Anastasia knew that this was her chance... to let go of her soulmate... in the most painful way possible.

“Fine...” She growled out “...I never liked you anyways, You self-centered, smug woman who only lives to please her father and the people around you. I hope you and your cold heart enjoy your loveless marriage!” She grabs her bags and walks away, not bothering to turn back, knowing that if she sees Rosalie's face and the raw emotions in her eyes, she'll just turn back and beg for forgiveness.

But of course, she couldn't stay away, no matter how hard she tried, she just can't so she lingered, hiding herself in the shadows, watching as Rosalie walked the paths they used to walk on, with Royce accompanying her, his arm hooked on hers as they chatted happily. It took everything in Anastasia to not rip off Royce's head whenever she knew he was making Rosalie uncomfortable and It took everything in her to not steal Rosalie away from him.

She was lingering around Vera's house, Rosalie was in there, cradling the baby boy in her arms as she cooed at him. Anastasia smiled as she saw her mate being all cute, she longed to have that with her, but alas she couldn't.

She was just enjoying herself when suddenly a body slammed into her, they fought for the upper hand as they kept tumbling around. Anastasia would straddle the man and he would flip her as well, she knew he was a vampire and didn't bother to pull her punches, cracking his marble like skin while he, in turn would also punch her face. The only difference they had was, Anastasia is actually bleeding. After what went on like hours, something snapped, Anastasia knew something was wrong with her mate so her eyes glowed a bright red, she threw the man off her and tied him with her strings. She growled at him before speeding off, following the slowly fading golden string. She ran as fast as she could, but she was too late.

“Rose?” she stared in horror as the body of her beloved, sprawled on the sidewalk, bleeding out.

“Stasia?” She turned her head and saw Carlisle standing behind her.

“Carlisle! I beg of you, Please save her. Turn her Carlisle please!” Anastasia begged Carlisle

“What happened? I smelt the blood.” Carlisle knelt beside the barely alive Rosalie.

“Turn her first then I'll explain.” Anastasia choked out as she closed her eyes just in time for Carlisle's teeth sinking into Rosalie's skin

She shook with anger and decided that she'll chase after whoever did this to her, her ears hyper focused, trying to find whoever did it. And that's when she heard it: Royce King II.

“I need to find a new fiancee now.” He laughed as his friends expressed their joy in letting them-

Anastasia let out a loud guttural growl as she prepared to speed away but Carlisle held her back.

“Don't. She needs you first.” Carlisle motioned to Rosalie who's writhing in pain. She immediately scooped her mate into her arms and followed Carlisle's mate string, which led her to a two floor house, she barged in with Carlisle hot on her heels.

“Lay her here.” He instructed the distressed Queen.

“Will she be okay Carlisle?” She asked the doctor as he kissed his mate in her forehead.

“Yes. Give it a couple of days, Your Highness.” Carlisle reassured her as she swallowed back her sobs.

“Very well. Uh. My apologies, I barged in without your permission. My name is Anastasia. You must be Carlisle's lover?” She offered her hand to the older woman who in turn just gave her a hug.

“It's fine. Really. You are welcome here. Carlisle told me all about you.” Esme smiled and Anastasia just smirked at Carlisle.

“Still thinking about me Cullen?” Anastasia teased, taking Rosalie's hand into hers and gripping it, calming her nerves.

“He talks about you everyday.” Esme smiled at her.

Anastasia was about to reply when the doors opened and in came...

“You.” Anastasia growled and lunged at the man. He dodged but she caught his arm and used her momentum to flip him over, throwing him through the wall and into the backyard, making him land flat on his back. The man coughed as Anastasia straddled him, planting her foot to the ground, her strings glowing a bright red as they wrap around him as she slowly ripped his head off.

“Anastasia! He's my son!” Carlisle cried out as Anastasia snapped at him, eyes widening in surprise.

“He's yours?” Anastasia's eyes glowed a bright red and Carlisle felt his entire body shiver.

“Y-Yes.” Carlisle stuttered, the murderous aura surrounding Anastasia triggering his fight or flight.

“He is the reason why I didn't get to my mate fast enough. He lunged at me for no reason, leaving my mate in a vulnerable position AND LOOK WHERE SHE IS RIGHT NOW! SHE'S FIGHTING FOR HER LIFE CARLISLE!” Anastasia's body shook in anger

Carlisle could see the cracks growing on Edward's skin, and he slowly approached the furious queen. He managed to calm Anastasia down by sending calming waves into his strings, decades of working alongside the queen was proven to be useful in this moment. The ropes that were once wrapped around Edward slowly loosened until they retreated back into her body.

Edward wheezed as he moved away from her while Anastasia composed herself.

“Teach your son better manner s, Carlisle or the next time we meet, you'll see his decapitated head decorating the Volturi Walls.” Anastasia threatened as she walks calmly back into the house through the wall that she made and sat beside her unconscious mate. She noticed the golden string slowly go back to it's natural glow, which made her sigh in relief.

A couple of hours pass by and Anastasia was feeling hungry, she asked for Carlisle's help in looking for food in the forest and he told her where the majority of the animals lived and she set off. While she was hunting, she couldn't help but feel like she failed Rosalie. She let her become something that she protected her from. A Vampire.

Once she had her fill, she slowly walked back to where Carlisle lives, delaying her arrival as much as possible, dreading the fact that she knew Rosalie was awake. She could feel it. She took a deep breath and opened the door, making everyone's head snap towards her. Her eyes caught Rosalie's and instantly, they connected, more so than before, which means that Anastasia feels what Rosalie feels 100 times more than before. Pain, Sadness, Longing and Hatred. And that's when she knew, she knew that Rosalie hated her. Her soulmate hated her. The thought weighed on top of her, slowly crushing her heart, she physically gasped for breath as she could feel Rosalie's anger increased tenfold.

“Rose. Let me-”

“Don't Anastasia. Do what you do best, leave.” Rosalie answered her, putting emphasis on her real name. She tried to move closer but Rosalie only moved and sped out of the house, with Carlisle trailing after the newborn.

She was about to follow as well when Edward stopped her.

“I apologize for my actions earlier, I truly believed that you were preying on them, that's why I attacked you, but you should really trust me when I say that you shouldn't follow her. She's angry.” Edward quickly explained

“And how do you know that?” She asked.

“I can read minds.” Edward simply states, nodding at her.

Anastasia nodded, defeated and sat on a chair with Esme right beside her.

“Give her some time.” Esme advises, rubbing the girl's back.

She gritted her teeth when she felt Rosalie's pain. Not physical, emotional. And she has the power to take it away. But with a great price. A price she was willing to take.

When the Cullen family was complete, with Rosalie, Anastasia quickly worked her gift. Wrapping her strings around them and re-writing their memories, without her in it. Except for Carlisle's, she left some memories of him working alongside her while in the Volturi. Once she finished, she quickly speeds away and forces herself to leave the memories and pain she just took into the back of her mind as she wiped her bleeding nose, her body collapsing under a big tree due to the exhaustion.

She was pulled back into reality when the beaker she was holding in her hand exploded, drenching her in artificial blood. She gritted her teeth, there were two things that could've happened. One, she mixed the wrong chemicals while day dreaming or two, Amore decided to switch the labels again.

She checked everything, and then found out the second one was the truth, she stormed out of her lab, blood dripping from every inch of her body. Her annoyance clouded her brain, forgetting that she sent Amore to pick up the Cullens and if she was here, then so were The Cullens.

She spotted Amore from afar and sped towards her, slamming her against the brick walls of her “castle” . She hated that term.

“What did I tell you about switching my labels Lewis?! Look at me! Blood is in every crevice in my body! There's blood in parts that I didn't even knew were exposed!” She growled out

“Well, to be f-fair, You aren't wearing your usual lab attire so that's partially your fault.” Amore choked out. Anastasia just growls in response.

“Stasia, calm yourself. First impressions are important.” Veronica waves her hand and Anastasia's clothes were back to normal, dry and there was no trace of blood anywhere.

First Impressions? Anastasia then mentally facepalmed herself. She had forgotten the Cullen Family. She releases Amore, then turned to the family, recalling her speech, she started to talk.

“Hello. Sorry you had to see that, but you should really get used to it. My name is Anastasia...” She drifted off as her violet orbs met golden ones. In her brief moment of surprise, she unknowingly let down her guard, causing her previously cast spell break. She knew that her mate would be there and she mentally prepared herself but turns out, she wasn’t prepared at all. When she recovered from her shock, she could feel that her spell had been broken. The entire coven looked at her with various emotions: Happiness, Confusion, Longing and Familiarity. She may or may not have met all the members before and also wiped their memories.

“Gio...” Rosalie whispered.

“Shit...” Anastasia cursed, she somehow knew this would happen, just not this soon.

“Rose...” She stared at her mate for what seemed like years before Rosalie glared at her with so much anger she didn't know it was possible, and stormed off. Again.

'She always does that.' Anastasia sighs.

“Well, that secret's out. I'll escort you to you ro-”

“We'll do it. Chase after her.” Veronica pats her back before escorting the Family to their respective chambers, but Carlisle stayed behind.

“That... was messed up Anastasiarine.” Carlisle expressed his disappointment before pulling the girl in a brief hug.

“I missed you too Cullen.” She whispered before letting go to chase after her mate.

“I'm sorry. Please forgive me.” She sent that thought to the Cullen Family, including Rosalie and went back to what she did 75 years ago.

She was once again, chasing the glowing gold string.

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 3)

Chapter Summary: You have a reason to celebrate and need a partner to do that.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 6.2k

Warnings:+18 only, smut, sex in a public place, boytoy!Bucky, casual sex, opened relationship, drinking, sorority.

A/N: Here’s one more filthy chapter for you guys. It won’t always be that way since the plot moves forward, but it will still be focused on smut for the next couple of chapters. Our reader deserves some fun before things get a bit more complicated, right? The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated. Tag list for this story is closed.

Screen after screen pops in the air in front of you as you furiously type codes and formulas on them. You’re there, you’re almost there. You’ve been working on this project for months and now it finally seems like you’re getting somewhere.

“Coffee?”

You just nod as an answer to Camilla, your partner on that project. She gets up and walks out to go get the coffee. She already told you if it was up to her, you’ve already given up. But you know you’re getting there. You haven’t stopped working ever since early hours and you’re feeling inspired and focused as ever.

When you’re satisfied with the input you add to the system which is working on the calculations, you sit back. Eyes on the screen displayed in the air. Camilla comes back with your coffees and hands one to you, fixing her eyes on the screen, too as she stands beside you.

“Come on, come on,” you whisper.

Bringing the coffee to your lips you almost choke on it when the answer you were so desperately looking for gleams on the screen.

“Holy shitballs,” you shout and swiftly gets up, letting your cup drop to the floor, splashing the liquid around.

“Oh, fuck,” Camilla gasps and you two look at each other with paired up widened eyes before letting out a cheerful scream and holding each other, jumping around as you gain the attention of the other workers from the several small offices of the Avengers/Stark Technology Department.

A clear of throat takes you and your friend out of your reverie, catching your attention. When you see Sharon Carter on your door, with a smirk on her lips, you two cease the celebration, but keep the smiles on your faces.

“Hey, Sh- Director,” you quickly correct yourself, being friends with Natasha brought you close to Sharon, too. But now she’s Director of Shield, after Nick Fury became coordinator of the Avengers, therefore you should show some respect at least at workplaces, “Remember that Shield and Avengers’ joined project? The one where we were trying to build a device that would crack alien secret services codes?”

“Yeah, sure, our tech departments have been working for months to find an algorithm.” Sharon nods.

“Well, looks like we made it.” You point at the screen right in front of you.

“What the hell?” She shoots an eyebrow high and steps into the office, eyes analyzing the screen between you two.

“We doesn’t quite cut it, Director,” Camilla says, rolling her eyes, “She worked her ass off and got to it by herself. She’s been killing it these last few days.”

You huff, shaking your head. You’ve been really inspired, indeed. And you might relate it to a certain physical activity you’ve been engaging on recently and the outrageous amount of energizing orgasms you’ve been gifted with almost daily… not a topic to be brought out now, though.

“Ooo, someone seems extra inspired…” Sharon narrows her eyes, but you try to not indulge any possible insinuation by just ignoring the comment with a smile, “Well, that’s amazing news,” she resumes, clapping her hands once, “and it kind of leads to the subject that brought me here, would you mind excuses for a second, Camilla?” She kindly asks.

“Of course, not. I’ll be in my office.” Camilla says, not holding back from hugging you and squirming in excitement one more time before walking out the room.

“This is huge, huh?” Sharon comments, pulling up the chair you pointed for her as you sit on yours.

“It is, can you imagine what Natasha will be able to do with it?” You grin, brushing your hands together.

“Thanks to your badass brain,” she compliments before narrowing her eyes at you again, “You have a weird happy face.”

“Well, something amazing just happened…”

“Yeah, yeah…” Sharon brushes you off, “You’re killing it at your job and that’s amazing… but to be honest, I expected to still see you moping around about your break up.”

“I’m still sad about it, but work has been great, and-”

“Oh, cut the crap,” Sharon interrupts with a playful snap and you frown while she crosses her arms in front of her, holding back a laugh, “I’ve been texting with Natasha, I know about you and your boytoy.”

“What the hell?” Your eyes widen as you throw your arms to the air, already feeling your cheeks warming, “She’s on a mission and you two have been talking about my… sex life?” You lean over across the table and whisper the last part.

“We can multitask,” Sharon shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“Oh, wow…” you scoff, “That’s two of the greatest spies on earth right.”

“Alright,” She chuckles, unfolding her arms and leaning over the table, “As much as I want to know all about it, that’s not why I’m here.”

“Ok,” you quickly accept the change of subject for your own relief, “Why are you here for, then?”

“To tell you that Stark is a jerk,” she deadpans.

“Ok… cool,” you drag the words, side eyeing her, “And?”

“Long story short, I lost you in a chess match and now you’re the new leader of Avengers/Stark Tech Department.”

You don’t quite assimilate what she just said as you keep your questioning stare on her, not finding the link between her words and, most of all, did she just say you’ve been promoted?

“I’m sorry, what?” You shake your head shutting your eyes for a second, finally asking for clarification after what seemed like the longest staring contest ever.

“Well,” Sharon sighs, “You know how competitive Stark and I can be and when I decided to act by ethics and told him I was considering offering you the leadership position at Shield’s tech department he decided he would do the same and dared me to a chess match, where you would be the prize.” She shrugs, “I’m sure he had some help, right Friday,” she raises her voice staring up to the air but gains plain silence as a response from the A.I, “He won and got to keep you and I got stuck with my second option which is your ex, as you might already know.”

“Wow,” you whisper, not really sure what to say or feel, trying to process all of what you just heard.

“You’re not offended by the chess match, are you?” Sharon checks, tilting her head.

“No… I’m kinda… flattered, I guess.” You frown and Sharon gives you a satisfied smile. “But… I’m confused… That’s Stark’s job.”

“It’s your job now if you should accept it.” She grins wider, “I guess he’s been thinking about it for a while now and saw my offering as an opportunity. I know Pepper has been on his ass for him to loosen up from some responsibilities, and who better than you to take over?” She points up at the screen with your recent achievement.

You let out a breathy laugh, reality finally dawning. Not in a million years you thought that would happen but now that it is, you’re not gonna be modest, you kick ass in your job and you fucking deserve it.

“He’s on a mission with Nat and Steve now, so he asked me to come talk to you, hang on…” Sharon holdsup a finger, before grabbing a small device from her pocket, which you recognize as one of your projects. “Stark,” she says.

In a second the image of a very battered Tony surfaces on the air as the camera captures his face from under the suit.

“Hey, Carter,” he greets with a smirk as you hear the sounds of blasts, shots and explosions. The man is in the middle of a damn battle while casually answering a call.

“Stark,” Sharon answers just as casually, “I have her here with me, just delivered the news,” she says, turning his image to you.

“Hey, boss,” you give him a shy wave.

“Hey, kid.” He scrunches up his face, shooting a series of blasts before you listen to something exploding. “I think you’re sort of my boss now.” He focuses on you again, smirking.

“No, I’m not,” you laugh.

“No, you’re not. But, tell me, what’s your answer?”

“I take it, of course.” You decide, why in the world, wouldn’t you.

“Great. Party to celebrate when we come back. Gotta go, these damn Kree are the worst. Will not invite them.” He turns off and his image disappears from before you.

“Well, congratulations.” Sharon places the device back on her pocket, “Our departments work a lot together, so I think I win either way.”

A mix of emotions fill up your chest. You’re excited and happy and scared. Mostly excited, though… “Holy shit,” you curse, digging your hands into your hair as a grin seems to twist your lips permanently.

“You need to celebrate…” Sharon adds, offering you a cheeky grin.

Fuck yeah, you need to celebrate. And you know exactly what, or better, who you wanna do.

~~~

“How the hell are you wet already?”

The words are spoken against your neck through licks and sucks, after Bucky’s fingers glided under your underwear and sank between your slick folds. As soon as he walked into your living room, he jumped on you with kisses and grabs, discovering you in such a state without his previous help.

Well, sort of without his help, actually. The thing is, after you got out of work that afternoon, you didn’t even need to call him or text him to propose your little celebration as you found a series of texts from “Bucky Sweet Tongue Barnes” waiting for you. In the first, he was asking if you had any plans that night, and the others… oh, the others… the fucker described all sorts of filthy things he wanted to do with you.

After a quick answer for him to come over and a long bath, all the dirty details he used on his texts refused to leave your mind and you couldn’t help but spending the rest of the time you had alone before he arrived teasing yourself with your fingers, having all those images and flashes from your last encounters in your memory to keep you going.

“I-“ you gasp as he sucks that sensitive spot in your neck and his fingers meet your clit, “Those texts you sent me…” You tilt your head to give his lips more room, your hands roaming around the hard pattern of muscles on his back, “I-I’ve been touching myself.” You confess with the lack of pudency you’re becoming familiar with when you’re around him.

In your arms, you feel when his body freezes for a second, before he sucks harder on your neck, “Fuck… did you come today already?” He gropes your ass under your dress with the hand that isn’t in your pussy.

Your eyelids flutter and you reach down to the front of his pants to feel the growing bulge, “Yes…”

“Goddammit, that’s hot,” he grunts, and then it all happens in a blur as he lifts you by hooking his hands under your thighs and places you seated over the dinner table.

He positions himself between your opened legs as lifting up your short dress out of his way and, while you swiftly work on the buttons and zipper of his jeans, he takes a condom out of his pockets and, after ripping the plastic off with his teeth he hands it to you.

His eyes cast down to see your fingers rolling off the latex around his rock hard cock and, as soon as you’re done and wrap your hand around him to feel his thickness, he wastes no time and pushes you backwards until your back meets the cold wood of your table.

Acting by the frenzy that is all over his eyes, he swiftly pulls the small fabric of your underwear to the side, exposing your cunt just enough before he holds his cock and pushes himself inside you, making you cry out and your body jerk backwards. You always knew spending an exorbitant amount of money on a good table would pay off someday and you hold yourself fisting each side of the table.

He pulls your thighs up wrapping his hands on your knees, giving you no time to adjust before starting to pound into you.

You love that he fucks you like that. Hard and raw, the sting of the stretching mixed with the pleasure brought by his expert thrusts fogging your mind and his thickness and expert moves hitting sweet spots of yours, kicking the air out of your lungs. You love that in the few times you’ve been doing it in the last week, he already seems to know what you can take and always somehow goes a little further, a little different… like he knows something about yourself that you don’t, yet. That it’s the first time that you two can’t be bothered to wait and take off clothes or get to the bedroom. You love it.

It is all new to you, yes. For you sex has always been attached to some kind of affection or romantic feelings and, while that is all good and wonderful, you’re enjoying so much finding out this other side, where the only goals are to share pleasure and have fun.

“So fucking sexy,” he groans through clenched teeth.

Your core twists in response and your cunt clenches around his cock, causing him to let out a grunt and quicken his pace even more, making it extra difficult to breathe properly. Oh, he’s found out that praise kink of yours and now he’s been using it wisely, so wisely…

He reaches over to pull down the stripe of your dress and exposes one breast. A loud moan slips out of you when he roughly kneads the soft flesh. He keeps the metal hand around one of your knees while the leg he let go in favor to give your breast some attention curls around his hips, jerking along with the punishing pace of his thrusts.

“Yeah, sweetheart, so sexy… I’ve wanted to have you like this ever since I first saw that sweet ass of yours,” he confesses right before leaning over to wrap his mouth around your nipple.

You’ve been horny the whole day waiting for the moment you would have his cock inside you just like that and the praise, as tacky as it may be, joined with the warmth of his wet tongue around your breast and the stimulation against your clit that the new position brings prompt the blast of ecstasy inside your core.

With a trembling moan, you let go the edges of the table to hold his body pressed to yours as his mouth moves from your breast to attack your neck. You roll your hips, trying to prolong the pleasure unleashed as his pace falters.

The fingers of both his hands dig into your hair, making a mess of it as he pulls out his cock almost completely before shoving it deeply and harshly one more time, grunting out his own release.

“Fuck,” it slips from under his heavy breath before he clasps his lips on yours. The kiss is wet and sloppy and lazy as you have your legs and arms curled around his body, keeping him inside you.

Still feeling a little numb from the orgasm he just gave you – a thousand times better than the one you had given yourself- you gasp and chuckle through the kiss as he straightens up and pulls you with him. You tighten the hold of your arms and legs, as he conveniently holds you by your ass until he finds the couch and sits down with you straddling his hips. He breaks the kiss and lets his head fall on the backrest, his chest moving up and down as he tries to catch his breath.

You move up to let his cock slide off but he tightens the hold on your ass, keeping you in place, “Just… let me stay in a bit more, it feels so good,” he says, eyes shut, still resting his head back on the sofa.

“Alright,” you chuckle, straddling his face with your arms as you place your hands on the backrest. You find the request a bit odd but also sexy as hell. There he is, always a step ahead on what you don’t even know you think it’s hot…

After a few more seconds, when his breath – and yours- seems to come back to normal, he straightens his head and looks down at where you still have just one breast exposed. He ticks his tongue, “Let’s not make the other one feel left out.” He pulls your other strap, letting now both of your breasts bare to him before he dips in, grabbing the up till now covered one with his lips.

You shake your head, laughing at his antics, “You seem pretty fond of them, huh?”

He lets go of the mound with a pop, looking up at you with an almost shocked expression on his face, “How could I not?” he gasps, like you’ve just offended him, “I don’t know how you see them in the mirror everyday and don’t touch yourself…” he squints at you before continuing, “You do, don’t you?”

You laugh harder, letting your head fall back and he smiles at you before going back to give your tits some attention, kissing and sucking one, then the other. Noticing that his cock never really softens completely inside you, you let him enjoy himself a bit more before speaking again, “Did you mean that?”

“What?” He leans back, looking up at you.

“You said you wanted to fuck me ever since you met me… is that serious? I didn’t even know you remembered me before we… started this.”

“First of all, I’m always serious, I never lie,” he says, adding some gravity to his tone, “Second of all, remember that night a while ago, when I chatted with you and your boyfriend at a Stark’s party and then your sexy ass talked about your work with technology with such passion… you knew exactly what you were talking about and, fuck…” he licks his lips, ”I rubbed one out for you later that night,” he smirks, clasping his hands behind his head.

Your jaw drops at the reveal before your face scrunches up, “That’s…gross?” you say the first word that comes to mind.

“But it’s true,” he shrugs, looking pretty comfortable with the confession, “and ever since I’ve been thinking about tapping that smart ass of yours.” He emphasizes his point by slapping your ass once.

Despite that and his choice of words - which makes your cheeks heat up - and your previous statement of being grossed out by the revelation, you decide you take that as kind of a compliment, which leads you to give him the news.

“You know?” you say, “I was promoted today. You just fucked the new leader of the Avengers/Stark tech department,” you grin when his practically hard cock twitches inside you.

“Wow, congratulations.” His eyes widen and he grins back at you.

“Never thought I would meet someone with a technology kink,” you comment, laughing at his first reaction to the news.

“More of a smart as fuck brain kink, sweetheart,” he reaches behind you to slap your ass for the second time that night, making you shriek and laugh a bit harder, “Ok, we need to celebrate,” he states.

“I am celebrating,” you aim a mischievous smile at him, rolling your hips for good measure.

“Damn,” he breathes, but holds your hips still, “No, I mean, you’ve been in a relationship for ten years, tell me…” he squints at you, “When was the last time you partied your ass off?”

“Ahm…” you think hard trying to remember when it was, “College, I guess?”

“Shit…” he lowers his head before swiftly getting up, making you lunge your arms on his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall back as he walks to your bedroom, “Come on, let’s freshen up. This is huge news… I’ll take you to a real party now and then we can continue our private one later,” he promises.

~~~

As soon as you walk in the rooftop bar Bucky has chosen, you already decide you did good in accepting his offer. The place is gorgeous, sporting a modern, yet cozy decoration with small tables, sofas and puffs for those who want to sit. Dazzling lights flash on the dance floor right by a huge bar and the view of the city is mesmerizing while the beat of the music reverberates through your body.

Bucky pulls you by the hand through the sea of bodies. Thank god you chose one of the fanciest dresses of your wardrobe or else you wouldn’t fit in among the beautiful people crowding the place. Every once in a while, Bucky waves and nods at someone or a group of people. You can tell he’s a regular.

He waves more excitedly to a group of women hanging on a mezzanine, before pulling you to that direction, “Come on,” he tilts his head back towards you with a smile, “You’ll love them.”

As soon as you approach the group, he puts his arm around your shoulders and introduces you to everyone, telling you the names of each stunning woman before you, Amanda, Emma, Jada, Alice and Brianna. They all friendly greet him and you with smiles, excited hellos and hugs, welcoming you two to join them, which you do.

“You know, Y/N was promoted today,” Bucky gushes and you smile at him.

“Oh, wow,” Amanda says through the cheerful congratulating words from everyone else, “This calls for champagne.” She then whistles and makes a sign for a bartender, who in a matter of seconds sends two bottles of fancy champagne to the group.

A few minutes after the toast, you’re drinking and chatting with those women like you’ve been best friends your whole life, especially with Amanda, who goes out of her way to make you feel included. You can see how close they all are to Bucky, like he’s one of the gang, talking about any kind of subject in front of him and vice versa. Bucky stays by your side, and only when you’re completely mingled with the group he excuses himself to go grab what he called “a real drink” at the bar.

“He’s incredible, isn’t he?” Amanda nudges you when Bucky is at a distance he can’t hear.

“Oh yeah,” you nod, “Bucky’s a great guy.”

“She means in bed, dear,” Brianna clarifies with a giggle.

You take a look around the group to see them all giving you mischievous and knowing stares. Oh…

“Oh, did all of you…?” you point your finger at them, but you don’t have to complete the question

“More like all of this rooftop,” Brianna laughs, followed shortly by the others.

“So, he’s amazing isn’t he?” Amanda insists, wiggling her eyebrows.

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the fact that they all seem so friendly and open minded, but something makes you blurt out, “Amazing? He’s fucking fantastic.”

They all nod and verbalize their agreement, “I tell you all something,” Jada catches your attention, “That man drinks respect women juice daily and we owe him a toast. Here’s to Bucky,” she raises her glass.

“To Bucky.” You all mimic her through laughing and make a toast to the unsuspicious man at the bar.

As the conversation moves on and they all engage in different topics your gaze wanders to where he stands, holding a glass with some liquor that looks like whiskey in hands. But he’s not alone anymore. A statuesque blond is right beside him, laughing and touching his arm. You glimpse that flirting smile of him forming on his lips.

“You don’t mind do you?” Amanda’s voice makes you turn to her, spotting a questioning look on her face, “Because if you do… Girl, run away now, Bucky isn’t right for you.” There’s no malice on her voice, just a sincere warning tone.

You seize the moment to make an honest survey through your feelings. You’ve been warned by different people, Bucky included, and if there’s anything to worry about, Amanda is right, you should run now. As you keep your eyes on the two of them by the bar, you look and look and look inside, but find nothing that could be remotely taken as jealousy or something like that. If anything, it’s kind of liberating to know that you have so much fun with him and there’s no ugly, selfish feelings pulling you back. You feel like you could encourage the blonde on the flirting, because you know how damn incredible it can be…

Who would wonder that a class A womanizer like Bucky would be the source of such sheer sorority you’ve been experiencing that night…

“No,” you turn back to Amanda, shaking your head with a satisfied smile, “I don’t mind at all.”

The night goes on and Bucky comes and goes, chatting and drinking and laughing with you and your new little group of friends, taking you to dance, but also dancing with Amanda, Emma, Alice, Jada, Brianna and some others… A number of guys also approach you, take you to dance, buy you drinks and you end up with a few new phone numbers in your contact list. You party like you haven’t in a while and like you didn’t think women your age still did, which is stupid… You’ve been so caught up in the routine of your relationship with Eddie that you’ve forgotten there’s a whole world spinning out there.

An exciting and fun world.

“Hey,” the familiar voice reaches your ear and makes you smile as you’re on the dance floor with the girls. The metal hand curls around your belly and pulls you before your back brushes against his chest, “Having fun?” Bucky asks, lips on your ears.

“Yes, so much.” You tilt your head and place your hands over his while his hips sway with yours.

“Hummm,” he pulls you closer and runs the tip of his nose over the length of your neck, “I’m glad.”

“However…” you sigh, loving how his hips move in rhythm with yours, “I think I’m ready to continue our other party at home.”

“Funny,” he chuckles and his tongue darts out before he swiftly brushes it against your neck. It’s quick and very discreet, but enough to set your core into flames, “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

With that, you promptly let go of him and proceed to say goodbye to the girls. They all tell their farewells and wishes to see you again soon with knowing and excited looks.

~~~

“You were right, I had so much fun.” You wrap an arm around his elbow as you walk side by side through the streets of New York. The bar isn’t that far from your condo and when he suggested a walk back home you thought it was a good idea to check on the lively corners of the city, even with the heels. Also, he offered his leather jacket against the cold, which you promptly accepted.

“Oh, yeah, nightlife in New York nowadays is something we shouldn’t take for granted,” he smiles down at you, “And yeah, you had fun alright, I know there are a few extra numbers in your phone,” he winks.

You analyze his face and when you understand there’s nothing but playful teasing behind it, you answer, “Oh, yeah, oh my God,” you shake your head, “That was unexpected but fun. I might delete them all, though, things might get complicated and I’m not looking for any kind of complications right now.”

He smiles, seemingly satisfied for you taking him out of the complicated category. “You and the girls seemed to get along real fine, too,” he comments.

“They’re really great,” you nod, getting cozier in his arm as a gust of wind hits you, “They all think very highly of you, by the way,” you let the smirk in your lips tell him what you mean.

“I work hard for that, sweetheart.” He chuckles and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You let out a laugh, “That you do.” You look up at him from under your lashes, before whispering, “I can’t wait to see you working hard.”

He halts his pace, making you abruptly stop with him. You shoot him a questioning look, as he gazes down at you, his face lightening up like the best of ideas has just crossed his mind. Without further notice he unwraps his arm from yours and takes your hand instead, pulling you with him at a faster pace as he turns on the corner, changing the course that would lead to your home.

“Hey,” you call out, as you try not to trip on your heels as he pulls you, deflecting from the other patrons and leading the way, “What the hell are you doing?”

He looks back at you with that sinful smile of his, “Don’t wanna leave you waiting.”

Something flips inside your stomach in anticipation at his statement and, as he turns around a few corners, the streets seem to get less busy. When you reach a particular spot, he checks each side, like surveying the area before pulling you to a dark alleyway you haven’t even seen before.

As soon as you out of the street he pins you against the wall and crashes his lips on yours, shoving his leg between yours to keep you in place with the help of the firm grip of his metal hand on your hips.

Like a puppet on his strings you wrap your arms around his neck and respond to the inebriant kiss immediately even if you’re still astonished by it all and when he squeezes one of your tits through the fabric of your dress and his mouth leaves your mouth to drag kisses over your neck, you tilt your head to see the light peeking from the streets, so close to where you’re both standing.

“Bucky…” a gasp swallows your words for a second as he presses his thigh harder against your pussy, “What the hell, someone can see us,” you remind him, knowing exactly where this will lead if you don’t stop him now. You can already feel the pool of heat in your lower body as he playfully nibbles on your lower lip before going back to your neck.

“Isn’t it exciting, to think someone can spot us while I have my dick inside you.” He licks a long stripe from your neck to behind your ear.

The mention of his dick makes you let out a wanton moan, but you’re not won over yet, “It’s a fucking dark alley in the middle of the night in New York City, Bucky. We will be murdered here.”

At this, all of his enticing movements pause, and he dips his head back with an offended glare at you, “Do I have to remind you who you’re literally fucking with?” he asks, outrage all over his voice, “The Winter Fucking Soldier, White Wolf and shit… the strongest Avenger,” he chant the names and you can’t help but chuckle a bit, “Don’t worry,” leans over to resume from where he stopped, “I can fuck you and protect you at the same time.”

You need no more convincing since that’s actually damn hot and you’re more than sold to the exciting game when he flips you over and kneels down behind you. Listening to your own erratic heartbeats prompted by the electrifying danger of it all, you sprawl your hands on the wall as he sinks his hands under your dress and pulls your underwear down your legs, placing it in his pocket once you step out of it.

He bunches your dress up high enough to give him room and you shudder and sucks in a breath as he props one kiss, then another on the back of each of your thighs, “Try to be quiet…” he says, but swiftly adds, “Not too quiet, though, I love to hear you.”

With that he spreads your legs a little farther and sinks his tongue into the apex of your thighs from behind. Your jaw drops and your knees buckle as he holds your hips still against his face. While his tongue curls around your sensitive pussy your mind blanks and you whimper, trying to suppress a moan, not forgetting you’re right in the open air of New York. Your hips roll against his face, seeking for more friction to untie the knot forming inside you.

But too soon he ceases contact and stands up. You express your disappointment with a whine, face snapping to glare at him behind you.

He’s wearing a smirk on his face as he grabs another condom from his pocket. You wonder how many he has in stash, “You wanted to come on my mouth, didn’t you?” he teases, holding the package between his teeth as he unbuckles his pants.

“Of course,” you shamelessly admit under your breath.

“I know sweetheart… But my dick is aching for you, too,” letting his pants and boxes fall along his legs, he unleashes his hard cock and proceeds on putting on the condom, throwing the plastic package aside, “I was prepping you for it,” he continues, eyes fastened on yours as he speaks, “You want it, don’t you? You want my dick? Come all over it?”

You lick your lips and your gaze falls to look at his rock hard cock, feeling your wetness dripping down your inner thighs. Now that’s an offer you can’t refuse, “Yes, I wanna soak that fucking dick,” you groan, not caring how tacky all the dirty talk may be, since it all sounds sexy as fuck now, clouding all of your senses.

“Shit… take it then, sweetheart.” Guiding his cock with his hand, he pulls your hips and in one single shove he’s inside you.

You let out a silent cry and rest your cheek on your hand against the wall, as the other reaches down to your clit, to help ease down the sumptuous twists inside your core as he pounds into you.

The sounds and lights of the cars passing by on the street right next to you reminds you how exposed you are and fuck if you’re not gonna come quicker than you ever did as Bucky holds your hips with both of his hands, moving them as fast as he pleases, thrusting them back against his cock. You can feel the fire reaching its peak inside you.

“So fucking wet,” he whispers, breathing hard as he fucks any remaining signs of better judgement out of you and you know it won’t be long for him, either.

You let out a loud moan and it prompts him to pull you pressed against his chest and cover your mouth with his hand, “Shhh.” His hot breath coats your ear and your head falls back on his shoulder as he keeps the delicious pounding of his cock inside you with no hint of mercy.

The damn alley spins around you and you wish you weren’t wearing his leather jacket now as the beads of sweat run down your forehead.

He must’ve heard something in advance because right at that moment a group of people walk by the sidewalk, chatting and laughing. All they have to do is to glance to the side and spot you two in that interesting situation. The danger, the fact that you’re so exposed while Bucky dicks you down against the wall out in the open triggers your orgasm and you let out a strangled sound, muffed by his hand, as the shocks of pleasure washes over your body and weakens your limbs.

“Shit,” Bucky whispers against your cheeks and his cock pulses inside you, reacting to your cunt squeezing and soaking his cock as you reach your climax.

You wanna feel that again and acting under the influence of a rush of boldness, you reach behind between the two of you and gently massages his bouncing balls. You feel the pulsating of his cock between your walls again and that cheeky move of yours makes him come undone. You only wish that the group is far enough to not hear the reckless and loud moan that slips out of his lips against your ear, his whole body tensing against yours.

As you fight to catch your breath and his hand leaves your mouth to descend to one of your breasts, a long line of courses is recited in your ear before you can feel his body finally relaxing.

Your eyes flutter shut when you sense the brush of his lips on your neck. The next words he breathes against your heated skin makes you beam, loving that he says that while his cock is still buried deep into you, like a damn reward.

“Congratulations on your promotion, sweetheart.”

~~~

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A lot of ways to love you (teach me through your eyes)

Hournite Week Day 7: Love Languages

Summary: Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Gifts, Quality Time, Touch. Or, Rick, Beth, and their many languages of love.

Thank you for coming along on this first HN week journey with me! ❤️

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Words of Affirmation

Beth found Rick by himself at the corner of their shared history class, carving his initials into the desk. She didn’t understand why he’d put himself there. It was like a brooding corner to be miserable.

“Hey,” she said, taking the seat in front of his desk. “What’s wrong?”

Rick dug deeper to splinter the wood. “They think I cheated on my chem test.”

Without asking, Beth unzipped Rick’s bag to pull out the test. Rick let her.

She gaped at him as she scanned over the F and comments from the teacher. He always treated Beth kindly when they passed in the halls, but she never actually had Mr. Geralds. Chemistry wasn’t her strong suit like Rick, but there wasn’t a doubt that she’d given some of the same answers with a great grade from the other science teacher. “Are you serious? That’s crazy. You’re going to contest that, right?”

“You’re not going to even ask if I did?”

“I know you didn’t, you’re too smart.”

“I used to steal shit,” he muttered under his breath and dropped his pencil. “Haven’t heard you say I’m too smart for that.”

Beth slipped his test into her folder to return to at a later time, right now focusing on Rick.

“Hey, that’s not fair.” When Rick wouldn’t meet her eyes, she leaned in closer. “Look at me.”

Rick did.

“You know you deserved a good grade. And you’ve done what you did to get by.” She glanced at the vandalism briefly. “There are people here who know you’re better than what the majority of the town thinks.” She lowered her voice to keep her next words between them. “You’re a hero. You’ve helped save everyone in this town. So show them who you really are.”

She smiled when he let out a small huff, she knew he was listening. “I’ll go to the principal’s office with you, and we can get Pat to vouch for us. We both know that for Chem you should be in AP.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” he lied, shifting uncomfortably from all her nice words.

“If it weren’t a big deal, you wouldn’t have done that.” She pointed at the roughened mess he’d made of the school desk. “I know you better than you think.”

Act of Service

“Has anyone seen Beth?”

Rick walked around the main area of Pat’s cabin. It was after 2 AM. Barbara and Jennie were making late-night comfort food in the kitchen. Pat was manning the first aid station, tending to Mike, Jakeem and Yolanda’s injuries from Sportsmaster. Courtney was bonding or something with the staff in some strange ritual she had after a life-threatening mission. Rick just stepped out of the shower, washing the grime from his arms and face.

“She’s upstairs, I think!” Yolanda called, holding her ribs from her seat on top of the table. Rick shook his head when Pat admonished her not to yell. Rick made it up the stairs two at a time, stopping when he found Beth with her packed school bag on the floor in front of the couch. She was searching through papers, openly crying. She hadn’t even taken her cape off yet.

Rick crouched down beside her. “Hey,” he said softly. She looked utterly exhausted. “Are you okay? You said you didn’t get hurt.”

“I’m not hurt.” She hiccuped, flipping through more papers, a little hysterical. It looked like it was for school. “I can’t find my math assignment. It’s due tomorrow morning.”

“Did you finish it?” he asked.

“I don’t remember.” She wiped at her tears as she cried harder. “I might’ve left it at home, I can’t find it. I’m too tired, I can’t think.”

“Yeah,” Rick agreed. His bones were weary but he had always felt the least affected after battling it out with the ISA. He suffered plenty of superficial cuts and bruises, but he hardly felt them because his hourglass really protected him. He couldn’t imagine the hit the night must’ve taken on Beth’s body. Pat was going to be driving them back to main Blue Valley at 4 or 5 o’clock in the morning to get them back to school. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a random Wednesday. It’s not like they had a choice.

“Did you ask Chuck?”

“No.” Her lip wobbled, face contorting into another sob. Rick regretted asking. It was clear she was far too drained. It would’ve been simple to have asked Chuck to scan her bag to find out, but she hadn’t thought of it.

“Okay, okay,” Rick said. “Go to bed. You’re not going to be able to do the homework now even if you found it.” Rick got up to get to the top of the stairs, calling down for Barbara.

When he returned, he helped her up and managed to get her to let go of her school bag. “We’ll look for it before we leave, okay?” Rick ran a hand through his damp hair, his own eyelids started to droop. “I promise you’ll get it done before school.”

Barb joined them upstairs and coaxed Beth to change out of her suit, leading her downstairs with her regular clothes and a promise of a warm bed and tea.

Rick followed to grab Chuck when Beth wasn’t looking, turning him on once alone to help identify if this alleged math homework was even in her bag. Together they found what she was talking about. Ten problems of pre-calc. She was right. It was rushed and not done.

Rick sighed, tucking it under his arm. He said goodnight to the rest and retired to his assigned room. He turned on the lamp on the desk where he first solved the code of his father’s journal, spreading out the assignment and using Chuck as a calculator. It dawned on him an hour later as he rubbed at his tired eyes how he would be staying up all night to finish homework that wasn’t even his.

Gifts

Beth was immersed in her book when two hands landed on her collarbone. She looked down, touching the skin at the opening of her shirt when she felt the weight of something new at the base of her throat.

“What’s this?”

Rick murmured in her ear from behind. “An early birthday present.”

She let out a soft gasp when he finished with the clasp. A tiny brass hourglass pendant with sand just like Hourman’s trickled steadily beside her rainbow pendant.

“Woah.” She glanced up at him. “You got me an hourglass?” She bit down on her lip, dread creeping into her mind when she realized this had to be expensive. She struggled to voice what she was feeling out loud, but Rick must’ve caught the complicated expression on her face. He smoothed his hand along the sleeve of her cardigan and reassured her the cost didn’t push him into any kind of financial ruin.

“Did you not realize I’ve been working for Pat before school? I had some spare cash. Trust me, there’s nothing better I’d spend my money on.”

The puzzle clicked into place. Beth had been meeting Rick at the Pit Stop every morning before school for what felt like months now. It made sense he was there to work on the cars. Beth felt her face heat up at his implicit soft-spoken confession. “Thank you,” she said in a whisper, still in awe. The necklace was beautiful and she felt fuzzy ever since his hands were on her neck. “I love it.”

His eyes, usually hardened and defensive, skilled at warding off unwanted attention, now creased at the corners. Gentle, quiet, yearning, he watched her accept his gift. “I’m glad.”

Impulsively she asked, “Could you unclasp the rainbow one?”

Rick did. The chain pooled in her palm. She shook her head, pushing it to his chest. “You should have it.”

His brows furrowed in response. “You want to give me your... rainbow necklace?”

She flushed when he said it like that. She toyed with her new one, looking at him from beneath her lashes. “Well…” she said. “I have something of you, now you can have a symbol of me.”

Rick let out a small laugh. Beth was pretty sure if this were anyone else he’d say it was stupid, so she couldn’t help the surge of pride when he nestled her necklace around his own neck.

“How does it look?”

It was actually twisted. She flattened it so it would look the way it was supposed to over the collar of his shirt. Rick didn’t complain, but it was bright and cheery and clashed with his entire self. Beth bit her lip, withholding another laugh, and took pity on him, changing her mind to tuck the necklace underneath. “Perfect now.”

“Beth, I hate to interrupt this moment but you will be late for school if you don’t leave the Pit Stop in the next five minutes.”

Chuck broke them out of their weird double transfixion. They both found themselves smiling shyly at each other, neither truly wanting to move.

“Come on,” he said after another few moments of them smiling at each other without moving. “Put your bike in my trunk. I’ll drive you.”

Quality Time

When Rick stopped by at Beth’s locker, she was talking to Charity, a new close friend she made over the summer volunteering at the Blue Valley Community Centre.

“Hey,” Rick greeted, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting for Beth to visit.

“Hey,” Charity said back. She swept her blonde bangs out of her face to continue their conversation.

“Charity had a great idea that we should enter for the sustainability case competition,” Beth filled in.

“We’re going to need at least a month to prepare. I was thinking we could meet Tuesdays and Thursdays after school?”

Rick stuck a hand in his pocket, sullen. Thursdays were their days, unofficially. Not that they’ve ever said so out loud, but with JSA training afternoons the rest of the week, Beth working on a case competition their days off basically meant not getting to see her. Which was fine. It happened. Rick just wishes it didn’t have to.

“I can’t on Thursdays,” Beth told her. She glanced up at Rick to give him a smile. He straightened up, meeting her gaze with obvious surprise. “Those are our nights.”

Charity paused, watching the two with curious eyes.

“We can cancel,” Rick found himself saying and actually meaning it. “You don’t have to stay on my account.”

Beth’s nose scrunched up as she shook her head, mind already made. “Nah. Sorry Charity, Thursday doesn’t work for me. Take out your schedule, maybe we have a shared free period somewhere.”

“Oh, yeah, sure! Okay!”

Rick ducked his head to hide his smile as Charity fished through her bag for her agenda.

Touch

When Beth stumbled out of the cell she’d been bound in, she hadn’t realized just how long she’d been gone. She was hungry and exhausted and felt horrifically dirty in her soiled Dr. Mid-Nite suit, but then she got a glimpse of Hourman nearly pushing the others in his rush to get to her all she could feel was relief.

Rick cupped her face, eyes squeezed shut as he held her close, his thumbs brushed along her cheeks, under her dry eyes. She felt the buzz of adrenaline rushing through him just by being so near, but the way he touched her was gentle, so gentle.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered, a startling unfamiliar word to fall in succession like that, coming from Rick. His hands flew to the crown of her cowl, tugging it down to kiss her forehead again and again. “Thank you.”

I’m okay now, she tried to comfort him, though her words were choked, smothered out by the crushing weight of it all. He was crying as his lips brushed over her face. It wasn’t his stamina. The buzz, she felt. Rick was shaking. It hit her then, that maybe he wasn’t sure Beth was ever going to come back. Beth had scared him. He was scared.

Beth vaulted with her tired, numb legs, reaching to wrap her arms around his neck. Her mind went calm for the first time since before they left home, muscles relaxing as she let Rick scoop her up.

She was safe. She was home.

Beth was loved.

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