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This is Me Trying

Part one and two

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers!

Synopsis: it’s time for secrets to come out

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“How’s the project coming along?” You asked as you laid your head in Peter’s lap. You were in his room, like you always were, a month after you officially started dating.

“Just about done.” He answered you. “I made the periods bigger so we’d hit the maximum page length.”

“Ooo.” You snickered. “What a bad boy.”

“I’m really not.” He chuckled and began to play with your hair. “This is the most incriminating thing I’ve done all year.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you were.” You shrugged. “I like bad boys.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. Remember that guy that like died in the war but then came back to life as an assassin? From a few years ago?” You asked as you looked up at him.

“The Winter Soldier?” Peter wondered.

“Yeah. Him.” You nodded. “I wanted to fuck him.”

The bluntness in your tone knocked the wind out of Peter’s chest. Nothing could have prepared him for what you had just said. You were too busy laughing to notice how shaken he was.

“W-what?” He stuttered as you sat up.

“I don’t know.” You laughed. “Like, I knew he was a murderer but I was into it. I wanted to spread him on a cracker.”

Peter pouted and folded his arms, his jealously getting the better of him.

“He’s not as strong as he looks, you know.” Peter got defensive. “And his hair is super greasy. It’s like a freaking slip and slide up there.”

“Hm. That’s a problem for me. I’m more into curls.” You smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair. “And how would you know how strong he is?”

Peter gulped, realizing he had said a little too much. Spider-Man knew how strong Bucky was, but you didn’t know about that.

“I don’t.” He lied. “I’m just assuming.”

“You don’t think he’s strong with that metal arm?” You asked as you pulled up a picture of him on your phone. “His biceps are like the size of my head.”

“They’re only bigger than mine because he’s older. A lot older.” Peter insisted. “Like, he’s geriatric.”

“Oh my God. Look at him!” You ignored Peter’s comment and showed him a picture of Bucky. “I want to suck on his thighs.”

“Ew.” Peter whined. “He’s like 400 years old.”

“So what you’re telling me is he’s experienced.” You raised your eyebrows suggestively. Peter let out an angry huff, jealousy bubbling in his stomach.

“Gross.” He groaned. “Why are you saying this in front of me? I’m your boyfriend. Not him.”

“I’m just kidding, Pete.” You chuckled and cupped his chin. “Plus, he’s basically a fictional character to us. It’s not like he’s some guy we know.”

Peter looked to the side, hating when he had to lie to you. Bucky was someone he knew personally, but you didn’t know that.

“Hm.” Peter mumbled quietly. You noticed Peter’s expression and climbed into lab, straddling his hips.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” You cupped his face and rubbed your nose against his. “I didn’t mean to make you all pouty. I’m only kidding about the Summer Soldier.”

“Winter Soldier.” Peter halfheartedly corrected you.

“Winter Soldier. See?” You shrugged. “I don’t even know his name.”

“You still said you would fuck him, though.” Peter pouted as he looked down at his lap.

“I said I wanted to. Past tense.” You corrected. “I had crush on him when I was like 14. I don’t even think of him or his thunder thighs anymore.”

“I have a hard time believing that.” Peter grumbled. You could tell he was still jealous so you pulled him in for a long kiss.

“It’s true. I only have eyes for you, Pete.” You whispered once you pulled away. He cracked a smile before rolling his eyes at you.

“Right.” He said sarcastically. “Just me and the murderer you want in your pants.”

“Come on.” You whined when he didn’t let up. “Can you even blame me? He works with the Avengers. You have to admit, that’s hot.”

Peter stopped pouting when he heard this. He may not be able to be the kind of bad boy you liked, but he was an Avenger.

“You really think that’s hot?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Duh.” You stated. “Don’t you like the Avengers?”

“Most of them.” He nodded. “But not Bucky.”

“Who’s Bucky?” You asked.

“Sorry.” He shook his head. “The Winter Soldier.”

“Why did you call him Bucky?” You laughed in confusion. You had no idea who James “Bucky” Barnes was. Unlike Peter, who sat across from him at dinner a week before.

“That’s his nickname.” Peter explained without thinking it through.

“I didn’t realize you and the Winter Soldier were on a nickname basis.” You teased. “What does he call you?”

“He doesn’t really talk to me.” Peter shrugged. “He’s really quiet, except when he’s with Cap.”

You sat back suddenly, looking at Peter like he was crazy. He was forgetting who his audience was and how you knew nothing of his double life.

“What?” Peter asked when he saw your face.

“Bucky? Cap?” You repeated his words. “Who are these people? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Bucky goes by, well, Bucky. And most of us call Steve, Cap.” Peter explained. “Well, except for Mr. Stark. He calls him Blondie most of the time.”

“So you’re hanging out with the avengers now?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Well, yeah, when when I’m…” Peter trailed off when he realized his mistake.

“When you’re what?” You asked. Peter knew he backed himself into a corner here. He didn’t want to lie to you anymore, so he figured it was time to tell you the truth. Not that he has much of a choice.

“I have something to tell you.” He stated. “It’s kinda important.”

“Okay.” You nodded and held his hand. “What’s up?”

“Don’t freak out, okay?” He prefaced. “It’s not as crazy as it sounds.”

“Oh.” You gasped. “Are you gay?”

“What? No.” Peter answered immediately. “Why was that your first guess?”

“Well my first guess was steroids but I know how you feel about that.” You mumbled out of the corner of your mouth.

“It’s neither of those things. I’ve Uh…I’ve been bitten.” Peter began, not sure how else to phrase it. You smiled a little, thinking he was flirting.

“So have I.” You mumbled as you brought his hand to your lips to kiss the back of it.

“No. Not like that.” He waved his hand and your face fell. “I mean, yes like that. But that’s not what I’m talking about right now.”

“Then what is it, Peter?”

“They do a lot of experimental science at Oscorp. Genetic mutations, stuff like that.” He explained, beating around the bush.

“Why are we talking about Oscorp?” You wondered.

“I broke into one of the labs freshman year.” He explained. “I was trying to figure out some equation my father was working on.”

“Okay.” You said skeptically.

“I ended up in this weird room with all these modified spiders and one bit me. Right here.” He showed you his knuckles, which had a tiny scar on the center. You took his hand and examined the scar closer.

“What is this leading to?”

“After I was bitten, I could do all these things I couldn’t do before.” He told you. “I could climb walls, lift buses, and you know, my biceps grew.”

“You’re telling me a spider bite gave you muscles?”

“I’m telling you that I’m Spider-Man.” He said finally, making the room go silent. It was his first time telling a person on purpose, so it meant a lot to him. Your expression changed from skeptical to serious as you dropped his hand. You reached forward slowly and touched his face, staring at him like you were seeing him for the first time.

“Oh my God.” You whispered. “Peter, you’re…”

He put his hand over yours when you trailed off, anticipating the end of your sentence. Suddenly, you pushed his face away with a smirk.

“Full of shit.” You finished. “You are so full of shit. You almost had me.”

“I’m not.” Peter insisted. “I am Spiderman. I swear.”

“Peter. Be serious.” You whined as you got off his bed. “I thought you had something real to tell me.”

“I am being serious.” He told you. “This is the truth.”

“This is the truth.” You mimicked his voiced, like you used to. “Why would I believe that? Because you called the Fall Fighter by his nickname? Please.”

Peter was starting to grow frustrated. He always feared someone would find out his secret and he’s have to beg them not to tell. He never imagined he’d be sitting in front of his girlfriend, trying to convince her he was Spiderman.

“I know Bucky’s nickname because I know him.” Peter explained as he got off his bed. “It’s the same reason I know how strong he isn’t. He tried to punch me once and I caught his fist before he could. And that thing is made of vibranium. My hand hurt for a week.”

“I don’t get it.” You shrugged. “I don’t get the joke.”

“It’s not a joke. I really am Spiderman.” He insisted. “Mr. Stark recruited me back in 2016 to help him fight Captain America at an airport in Germany.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “And I killed Princess Diana. I killed her and framed John-“

Peter grabbed your face and kissed you to shut you up, not wanting to hear your jokes when he was trying to tell you the biggest secret of his life.

“Can you shut up for a second?” He asked sweetly when he pulled away. “I’m trying to talk to you about something important. And we both know who really killed her.”

“No you’re not.” You snorted. “You’re trying to mess with me.”

“I’m telling you the truth.” He whined. “Why won’t you believe me?”

“Because you’re saying ridiculous things.” You chuckled as you walked over to your phone, which had been resting on his desk.

“May’s asking what we want for dinner.” You read her text off your screen. “Do you want Chinese again or-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Peter shot a web at your waist and pulled you towards him. You stumbled into his arms before looking down in confusion. You saw the web attached to your hip and tugged at it, but it didn’t come off. You looked at Peter with wide eyes for some answers.

“What the fuck?” You whispered harshly as you yanked on the web.

“Do you believe me now?” He asked as he held up his wrist. You saw the web shooter he had slipped on and touched it carefully. Between the web on your hip and his crazy story, you had no choice but to believe him.

“Well now I’m just embarrassed.” You mumbled sheepishly. “I was pretty sure I was right.”

“I told you you’d have to get used to be being right.” Peter smirked as he helped pull the web off of you. You put your hands on your hips and sighed loudly as you processes the information.

“Okay, wait.” You began. “How have you been Spider-Man this whole time? I’ve seen you fall up the stairs.”

“It’s different when I have the suit on.” He told you. “It gives me confidence.”

“Can I see it?” You asked, a childlike smile on your lips.

“The suit? Sure.” Peter went to his closet and pulled it out of his hiding spot. He brought it over to you, noticing your awestruck expression and smiling.

“Wow.” You whispered as you stared at the folded suit. “Can I touch it?”

“Go ahead.” He smiled, loving how impressed you were. He watched you fondly as you carefully ran your fingertips along the suit, tracing all the lines and details.

“It feels like a football.” You commented, making him laugh.

“Yeah.” He agreed. “I’m not sure what material it is. Mr. Stark made it for me.”

“Tony Stark made this for you?” You gasped.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “A few years ago.”

“Is that when he recruited you?” You wondered. “For Germany?”

“Is it. You listened.” He smiled happily when you remembered little details he had told you.

“Well I can’t tune you out anymore if you’re my boyfriend.” You winked at him before returning your attention to the suit. He blushed a little, appreciating how far you’ve come in your relationship.

“Can you put it on for me?” You asked suddenly as you looked up at him. Peter didn’t expect this reaction, especially not this request.

“Really? You want me to put it on?” He smiled shyly.

“Please?” Your eyes lit up. “I want to see you in it.”

“Okay.” He nodded as he tried to hide his excitement. “I’ll go put it on.”

Peter went into his bathroom and slipped into the suit. He didn’t know why he was as excited as he was to show you. Maybe because you hadn’t caught him in the suit like May and Ned had. He told you his secret willingly, and you asked to know more.

“Are you ready?” You called from the other side of the door. “I feel like I’m waiting to see you walk down the aisle.”

“I’m ready.” He called back as he pressed the center of the suit so it tightened against his skin. He gave himself one last look in the mirror before going back to his bedroom.

“Here it is.” He said sheepishly as he walked towards you. “What do you think?”

Your jaw dropped a little when you saw him. He seemed taller, but you realized it was just because he wasn’t slouching. In his suit, he looked more confident then you had ever seen him. He looked like a hero, and it brought a smile to your face.

“Holy shit.” You whispered as you walked closer to him. You reached forward to touch him, but quickly moved withdrew your hand.

“Are you scared?” He worried when he saw you pull away.

“No. Not of you.” You assured him. “But sometimes I find random glitter on my hands and I’m scared of getting anything on the suit.”

Peter chuckled at your reasoning and picked up your hand.

“It’s okay. You can touch me.” He whispered as he put his hand on his chest. Your eyebrows went up when you felt his warmth through the suit.

“Wow.” You smiled softly. “I didn’t think I’d be able to feel your heartbeat through it”.

“Well you make it beat pretty fast.” He told you as he put his hand over yours.

“Wait.” You pulled away a little. “If you’re Spider-Man, does that mean…”

“Yes?” Peter asked when you trailed off.

“You can set me up with Bucky.” You finished your sentence. “Do you have his number? Tell him I want to wash his hair.”

Peter let out a loud groan, not finding your joke funny. You laughed and tried to pull him back to you, but he kept pulling away.

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding. Come back.” You laughed and tugged on his arm. “Come here. I love you.”

Peter stopped pulling away and froze. When you saw the bewildered look on his face, your smile fell.

“What?” He asked, his voice coming out in a whisper. That shit eating grin you used to hate broke through, lighting up his features. You tried not to let your shock show as you realized what you had said.

“Hm?” You pretended not to understand. “What?”

“What did you just say?” Peter again, now unsure he has heard you correctly.

“I didn’t say anything.” You shrugged, trying to act like you didn’t just tell your boyfriend that you loved him. It’s not that you didn’t mean it, but you didn’t mean to tell him that soon.

“Did you just tell me you loved me?” Peter asked hopefully as he pulled your closer to him.

“Hm. No. Wasn’t me.” You shook your head. “Must have been the wind.”

“My windows are closed.”

“Air conditioning.” You corrected.

“It’s off.”

“Then I don’t know what to tell you. I didn’t tell you I loved you. That would be ridiculous. How could I have fallen in love with the most annoying person on the planet?” You asked, questioning yourself more then him. You didn’t know how you had fallen for Peter in such a short amount of time. Just a few months ago, you couldn’t stand him. Now, you were standing in front of him, hoping he loved you back.

“I ask myself that every time I look at you.” He said, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Are you saying you love me too?” You asked slowly.

“I thought you didn’t tell me you loved me?” He smirked, always taking a chance to tease you.

“I didn’t.” You lied, but you knew you were caught.

“Damn. That’s a shame.” Peter smiled softly. “Because I love you.”

“Yeah.” You smiled back once he confessed his feelings. “I bet you do, loser.”

Peter laughed at your never ending need to insult him before pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close. You could feel his gloved hands on the bare skin of your waist and shivered. When you pulled away, you kept your foreheads pressed together.

“I never thought it would be you.” You mumbled as you twirled one of his curls around your finger. “I never thought I’d fall in love with you.”

“It surprised me too.” He chuckled. “I’m glad this happened though. You weren’t just who I wanted to be. You were who I wanted to be with.”

“Promise me you’ll be careful.” You whispered. “I don’t ever want to get a call at three am telling me I need to come to the hospital. And I don’t want to start bringing three roses to the cemetery instead of two.”

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” He assured you as he held your face between his hands. He wiped your tears away with his gloves hands and kissed your nose. “I would never go anywhere where you couldn’t follow”.

“Ew.” You sniffled as you wiped your eyes.

“Why ew?” He chuckled.

“We’re gross.” You said. “We fell in love and now we’re gross.”

“It’s okay.” He smiled. “I like being gross with you.”

“I’m gonna throw up.” You gagged, making you both laugh.

“You’ll be okay.” He told you, and you believed him.

“Okay, now that we got that conversation out of the way, I have a lot of questions about all of this.” You said as you gestured to his suit.

“Ask me anything.” He said. “I’ll answer.”

“What did you wear before this?” You wondered. “I saw Spider-Man sightings on the news before 2016.”

Peter went to his closet and pulled out his original Spider-Man suit, the makeshift hoodie he used to wear.

“This. I made it myself.” He said as he handed it to you.

“No kidding.” You teased as you took it from him. “Did you sew this with your feet?”

“It was the best I could do.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m so lucky he made me a real suit. This one was not very protective.”

“Actually, I kind of like it.” You smiled as you held it up. It had bullet holes and tears everywhere. “It shows where you’ve been. And how far you’ve come.”

“I like your way of looking at it.” He smiled. “It’s yours, if you like it so much. I don’t need it anymore.”

“Why don’t you tell people that its you? This would make you famous. Like, Tony Stark famous.” You said as you put the hoodie on. “Don’t you want that? You know, since you’re such a loser at school.”

“Very funny”. He narrowed his eyes at you. “And no, actually. I’m safer this way. Plus, the bad guys can’t tell if I’m scared with the mask on. And it’s fun to have a secret. It gives me an edge.”

“Wow. I did not think me telling you I wanted to fuck the Winter Soldier would lead to all of this.” You poked fun at the situation.

“Me either but I’m glad it did.” He remarked. “I’m happy that you know. And I’m happy that you love me.”

“Well don’t make a big deal out of it.” You mumbled. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He laughed. “This is exciting. It’s all exciting.”

“We get it.” You teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re an Avenger, I’m in love with you, yada yada. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It’s the hugest deal.” He insisted. “I want you to meet them. Come meet my team.”

“You want me to meet the Avengers?” You gulped.

“Yeah. I’m supposed to stop by the tower later for a meeting. Why don’t you come with me? This is one of the rare days where everyone is in the tower.”

“Are you sure about this?” You asked him. “What if they don’t like me?”

“They probably won’t.” He said simply. “Since you’re so irritating and everything.”

“Shut up.” You shoved him playfully. “I’m serious. This is way more intimidating than meeting someone’s parents.”

“Don’t be scared. I’ll be holding your hand the entire time.” He said as he kissed your knuckles. “And they’re way less intimidating than they seem. I promise, you’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” You reluctantly agreed. “I’ll meet them. But if I see Bucket, I can’t promise I’ll be able to control my hormones.”

“It’s Bucky.” He corrected. “And I’ll know if you’re getting too, you know, hot and bothered.”

“How would you know?” You asked, and his face flushed.

“Well, one of the powers I got was super smell. I can smell when people are scared or happy or…” He trialed off, too much or a gentleman to say the word.

“Horny?” You asked with a dropped jaw. “You can smell when people are horny?”

“I prefer the term aroused.” He said sheepishly, making you laugh loudly.

“Oh my God. What a pervert.” You teased him.

“It’s not my fault!” He was flustered now. “I didn’t ask for this power.”

“Wait.” You realized. “Can you smell when I’m aroused?”

Peter didn’t answer, but his silence spoke volumes. Your jaw dropped as you playfully smacked him.

“You pervert!” You painfully scolded. “You could smell that and never told me?”

“It’s my my fault.” He whined. “Not all the time, anyway.”

“So when is it your fault?” You folded your arms and he gulped.

“It’s only my fault when I purposefully wear that one white shirt.” He said quietly. “Whenever I’m wearing it, I can always, you know...”

“Smell me?” You nearly screamed. “You wear that shirt just to get a rise out of me? You little slut.”

“I’m not a slut.” Peter laughed. “I could just smell how much you liked it, so I started wearing it more. And in the name of being honest, I can smell you right now.”

“Oh my God. You whore. You little minx.” You taunted playfully. “Using your body for attention like that. What a dirty little slut.”

“I’m not dirty or a slut.” Peter insisted. “You’re the one who gets worked up over a t shirt.”

“Excuse me?” You let out a shocked laugh. “Don’t turn this around on me, mister. I can’t control how I react to your erotic clothing. Especially when you’re the one who can’t even form a sentence around me when I wear that one red skirt.”

“Erotic?” He shot back. “It’s literally a $5 shirt from Target. It’s shapeless. And that skirt could not be shorter. I can literally see your ovaries in it.”

“You give it shape with your stupid spider muscles.” You said as you pointed an accusing finger at him.

“Oh my God.” He gasped. “You’re thinking about the shirt now, aren’t you?”

“No I’m not.” You said quickly.

“Really?” He cocked his head. “Smells like you are.”

Before you could respond, and you had a lot to say, Peter’s phone buzzed.

“It’s Mr. Stark.” He told you. “He said I should come now.”

“We’re finishing this conversation later.” You said as you grabbed your phone. “You’re still in trouble.”

“Whatever you say.” Peter chuckled as he lead you out the door. You thought you were going to the elevator, but Peter brought you to the staircase.

“I don’t walk there.” He said as he lead you up the stairs. He opened the door to the roof and gestured to the edge. “I swing.”

The next thing you knew, you were swinging towards the Avengers tower in Peter’s arms. You held on tightly to him as you tried not to scream in his ear. He was loving how he finally got to show someone what his life was like while you were fearing for your life. Finally, you landed on the balcony of the tower and Peter set you down.

“So?” He asked excitedly. “Did you have fun?”

“You tell me. Can’t you smell my excitement?” You jeered as you caught your breath. Peter knew you weren’t going to drop that for a long time. He took his mask off and lead you inside, not wanting to tell you that he could smell how scared you were.

Finally, he brought you to the conference room where the rest of the Avengers were. Their causal chatter came to a stop when you walked in together and all eyes were on you.

“Hey everyone.” Peter said shyly. “This is my girlfriend, Y/n. Shes gonna sit in on the meeting today.”

“Y/n?” Nat jumped in immediately. “The one who’s hair you used to stick gum in when you were little?”

“I thought Y/n was the girl who filled your locker with extra small condoms and the filmed you when they all fell out.” Sam chuckled, giving you an impressed smile.

“No, wait.” Bruce cut in. “I thought she was the one who started the rumor that Peter didn’t know how to swim.”

“You’re all wrong.” Steve sighed. “Y/n is the one Peter blamed losing the class pet on. Remember? The little rat escaped and he told the class it was her fault.”

“It was a hamster.” Peter cringed. “And it was my fault. Sorry about that.”

“I love you, but I will never forgive you for that.” You smiled softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. The team looked at each knowingly at this display of affection.

“Love?” Tony asked as he entered the room. “Are we talking about how much you all love me?”

Tony stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing there. You had forgotten to take off Peter’s original Spider-man hoodie, and it caught Tony off guard. He never thought he’d see that hoodie again, the one that brought him to Peter in the first place. The one he studied and tried to replicate when he made Peter a new suit. The corners of his mouth turned down as he appreciated how much Peter had grown.

“Oh. I see Peter brought a friend.” Tony remarked. “Please, make yourself at home in our top secret facility that no one unauthorized personnel is supposed to enter.”

“Mr. Stark, this is my girlfriend Y/n.” Peter introduced you. You held out your hand for Tony to shake, and he did so without taking his eyes off of you.

“Y/n?” He asked. “The one-“

“Yeah. Probably.” You nodded, making him laugh.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He said as he straightened himself out. “You’re welcome to sit in on the meeting. But if you make any noise, you will be taken out by a sniper.”

“He’s kidding.” Peter whispered to you, but he wasn’t entirely sure. Peter took a seat and you sat on his lap, making him fight back a smile. He was now at an Avengers meeting with his former enemy sitting on his lap, wearing his clothes.

“Thank you, sir.” You smiled at him. “It’s nice to meet you too. All of you. I appreciate everything you guys have done for the world. You’re all really brave.”

“Your boyfriend is pretty brave too.” Steve commented. “He surprises me everytime we work together.”

“I was surprised too.” You agreed. “I didn’t think the biggest loser I knew was protecting Queens.”

Everyone raised their eyebrows at your subtle jab at Peter and it suddenly made sense why the girl he’d been complaint about all these years had the same name as his girlfriend.

“You let her talk to you like that?” Sam teased.

“She can say whatever she wants.” Peter shrugged. “And she does. Do you know how hard it is to get her to stop talking?”

“Not nearly as hard as it is to get you to clean up after yourself, put the toilet seat down, or show up on time for dates.” You replied with a cheery smile. Peter smiled back and took the loss, not wanting to get into it in front of his team. He turned back to Tony and gave him his full attention as the meeting began. You stayed quiet on Peter’s lap as the team discussed their next mission and who would be covering what territory. You made a small noise when Tony gave Peter his assignment, making everyone look at you.

“Whats the matter?” Peter asked as he bounced you a little on his knee.

“I just didn’t realize you were such an important part of the team.” You said. Peter had a big role that required a lot more responsibility than you thought he was capable of. He didn’t seem worried in the slightest, which told you he was used to this much responsibility. Something about Peter’s ambition and ability to take on Avenger level tasks for very appealing to you.

So appealing, in fact, that Peter noticed.

“Hm.” Peter said and he sniffed the air. You folded your lips in, knowing exactly what he was doing. The rest of the team had no idea what was happening, but you knew Peter was trying to get a rise out of you.

“What’s wrong?” Nat took the bait. You pinched Peter’s leg under the table as he took another loud whiff.

“Nothing.” Peter smirked. “It just smells funny in here.”

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Hello there! Can you write hcs for Tim with a demigodess!reader please? Congrats on your 600 followers btw^^

Tim Drake x Demigoddess!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much! So I’m totally dense about greek myths and stuff and I was gonna make her Thor’s daughter at first but then I forgot about that I did Hades but when I remembered it was already written so oh well

You were the daughter of Hades and Persephone

You had kind of a weird childhood

Don’t get me wrong, it was a great childhood

Being princess of the underworld and the daughter of the only sane people in all of Olympus had its perks

But compared to everyone else, it was weird

Hades was extremely protective of you because you were a mortal

Meaning that you could die

The thought of having to greet your soul when you died filled him with so much grief

So, he kept you sheltered, kept you safe

Never letting you lift a finger

As princess you had everything you ever needed and everything your heart desired

Since birth you had been trained by Athena and Aries under your father’s watchful eyes

When you were 16 and you finally wanted to see the rest of the world, you begged your parents to let you go to the mortal world

It took months of begging and when they said no, you’d get so upset that all the flowers in the underworld would wither

Persephone seeing how much you wanted to see the world

So, she convinces Hades to let you go

And he agrees but just as long as you promise to visit

You go to the human world and you’re so oblivious about human life that it’s concerning

Walking around in a floor length dress wondering why everyone else wasn’t dressed the same way

This is how you meet Diana Prince

She recognizes you immediately when you arrive at the Smithsonian, looking mildly confused

Your eyes light up when you see a familiar face

You stay with her for a couple of days before she decides that you’d be better off at the cave

That’s exactly what happens

Even though you whine a little and say you want to stay with her

She just knows it’s because you’re nervous about being in a new place

You know that if you were in any real danger your parents would inflict rage on the mortal world

Feeling mildly comforted at the idea

Diana doesn’t tell them to add you to the group

She just tells them that you need a place to stay and someone to help you find your way around

The first people you meet are Batman, Nightwing and Robin

Immediately being comforted just by looking at them

Batman reminded you of your dad and Nightwing of your mom

And Diana trusted them so you did too

You end up following Tim and Dick around for the next couple of days like a lost puppy

Dick finds it amusing

Tim is kinda unsettled but thinks you’re stupid for some reason

It isn’t until he actually talks to you, he realizes you’re much more profound than he gave you credit for

You don’t officially join the team

You just live there

Everyone thinks that you have no training whatsoever

And that you’re just a princess

Which you technically are but

Until you’re watching them train one day and then remember the days you would spar with Athena

It looked like so much fun

Immediately you wanted to join in

Some of them rolled their eyes and thought you were wasting their time

The others were happy to let you join in

They wanted to make Bart spar you but you looked around contemplatively before pointing at Tim

“If it is alright with you, I wish for you to be my partner.”

Tim blushing because what you said sounded like you were choosing him as a life partner, rather than sparring partner

Of course, Bart teases him for it as well as the others

When Tim walks up to the middle, Dick subtlety tells him to take it easy on you and he nods

The match is over before he can even make a move

You had the speed and strength of a god, it wasn’t a surprise

Not to you at least

To everyone else, kind of a huge surprise

Standing over him and giggling

“I want a rematch.”

“But of course.”

Spending the rest of the day sparring with him

He doesn’t beat you even once

And the others just watch you throw him around for an afternoon

After a while it stops being funny and Nightwing is almost concerned

It kind of hurts his pride but you still acknowledge him

“You know, for a human, you’re very skilled.”

“Uh, thank you?”

After that you go through the other members quite quickly

Some of them gave you a little trouble, like Conner

But you managed to be undefeated

They all think you should join the team after that and you agree

Spending more time with Tim that way

Always talking to him about your family’s history and stuff

Telling him all about your parents love story when he asked to hear about it

You talk so fondly of it and he’s honestly just kind of shocked that Greek Mythology isn’t mythology

I mean, he knew it was real because of Diana

But he never really understood how real these gods were

He falls for you

He loves the way your eyes light up and you smile at him

He loves the way you’re always eager to learn

He loves that you’re so kind and gentle but can also beat people up without even trying

He asks you out but it didn’t go as well as he was hoping

“Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes, a walk sounds lovely.”

“(Y/N), I like you.”

“Aw that’s so sweet Tim, I like you too, friend.”

Everyone else starts enjoying the way he crashes and burns all the time

And Tim would stop asking usually

But he knows it in his bones that you like him too

But he has no other way to tell you aside from marching up to you and kissing you

Makes that Plan B tho

Plan A is getting you a bouquet of your favourite flowers and telling you that he likes you

Romantically

Not platonically

You grin widely and tell him you like him too

Kissing you just as the sun set that day

It’s one of your favourite memories

His too

Everyone being extremely happy and supporting of your relationship

You can tell Batman is trying to threaten you

But your father is god of the underworld and you have a three headed dog

So, when you and Tim are caught kissing in some hidden crevice in the cave by him and he tries telling you off, you can’t help you smile adorably

“Don’t worry Batman, I have no intention of dishonouring your son.”

Batman is like ???

And Tim is either like “Please don’t speak like we’re in the 1800s.”

or “Please dishonour me.”

He buys you pomegranates as a joke but then you prank him saying that if he eats them, he has to return to the underworld with you

Dick (Nightwing) approves

You like falling asleep in his arms so more often than not you plead with him to stay at the cave and sleep with you

He knows relationships in Olympus generally move a lot quicker so he ends up having to sit you down and explain everything to you so you know his boundaries

Totally accepting them and never going farther than he wants

You appreciate the small things

Like sitting in his lap and eating breakfast

Or being the small spoon

You become the team’s resident couple

Being part of a team, a family is honestly so much fun

Everyone thinking your invincible and practically indestructible

Until one day you’re hurt on the battlefield

Everyone freaking out and getting you back to the cave so you could be treated

The next morning, Tim goes to check up on you and finds something shocking

He’s not sure what to be more surprised by

Cerberus napping at the foot of your bed

Or you crying

Even though the giant, three-headed dog freaks him out, he still sits beside you and asks what’s wrong

“My father demands that I return home. He cannot stand the thought of me being hurt.”

His heart stops

He likes you so much, even bordering on love

And he doesn’t want you to leave

But who was he to stop the God of the Underworld?

Comforting you when you cried, hugging you tightly

“Shh it’s gonna be okay.”

You return home after that and it breaks Tim’s heart

You don’t officially break up but it’s kind of implied because you can never return back to the mortal world

Him being depressed for the next few months but he hides it well

Even though everyone knows how he’s feeling

Things aren’t any better on your end

Your heart aches with every second your away from him

Until one day it happens

Your soul wants to be with Tim

So, it tries to leave your body

You have a heart attack that night and nearly die and it horrifies Hades

He goes all the way to the mortal world to find Tim

Tim doesn’t quite understand how you could have a heart attack from missing him

But is still worried and agrees to go to the Underworld to see you

When he gets there, you’re in so much pain

But once he brings you into his arms you feel sated

When he kisses you, everything fades into a dull ache

Hades wants Tim to stay in the Underworld after that but you argue and tell him to go back to the land of the living

This wasn’t the place for him

“I’ll give up on you, I promise, but you can’t stay here any longer my love.”

“I don’t want to leave your side.”

“I’m sorry, but you know we can’t be.”

Tim goes the next morning and it breaks your heart but you know that it’s for the best

You spend the next few weeks in such sorrow that all of Persephone’s plants die

Hades and Persephone both see how much you love Tim and they are reminded of themselves when they were younger

Making a joint decision to let you go back to the mortal world

But you have to live a long life

That’s the one condition

You running into the cave and crashing into Tim’s arms

Kissing him there and feeling everything go right in the world

You fulfil your parents wish

And live a long, happy life by Tim’s side

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader] — Twelve: Family

Summary: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person’s relationship with his son. You’ve heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You’ve felt his pain and anguish and you’ve never been able to relate to anything more. But things don’t come easy for you, and they certainly don’t come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].

Warnings: THE FINAL CHAPTER! very emotional, new beginnings, bullying mention, poverty mention, abuse mention, allusions to pregnancy.

Word count: 3000>

REBLOGS APPRECIATED.

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Previous - Chapter Twelve - Epilogue [coming soon!]

“I don’t know if I could do it,” Maxwell sighed, pacing around in anxious circles. He looked different, in his denim jeans and khaki-green cable knit sweater. It made a change from the oversized powersuits he once donned. Alistair was sat at the dining room table, colouring in, and Max was having a nervous breakdown about getting his haircut. “I’ve had the blonde in for so long.”

You smiled, running your fingers through his shaggy and unstyled hair. When it wasn’t perfectly coiffed, it was wavy and glossy, and smelled distinctly like the freshest green apples. “It’ll be okay. Think of it as washing away all the terrible things that went on in the past and starting anew. Like… turning over a new leaf.”

You made a very good point. Maxwell knew he had to suck it up and just do it. It would be okay. He didn’t have to be Max Lord anymore, and he didn’t have this television persona to live up to. His main focus now was just being a father, and that’s all that mattered. All he needed to be, was himself. Maxwell Lorenzano.

“Daddy look!” Alistair smiled, waving around the piece of paper he’d spent the morning drawing on. It was stained slightly from his breakfast, and crinkled in the corners for where he’d applied slightly too much pressure when colouring, but all-in-all, it was perfect. Maxwell took the artwork and looked closely at it. Another typical family portrait of you, Alistair and Max. But this time, Maxwell was doting brown hair, and it reminded him of his younger days when he was first starting out as a businessman. “This is how you’ll look when you come home from the salon!”

“Wow Alistair, I love it!” Maxwell praised, unable to contain his grin. He held the portrait to his face and showed it off. “What do you think?” he asked you. “Do you think I’ll look good with the brown hair?”

You giggled and nodded your head, before pressing the palm of your hand flat against Maxwell’s chest and brushing your lips against his. “You’ll look so handsome, I’m sure.”

“Ew!” Alistair cried, pulling the paper from his father’s hand as you kissed him softly on the lips. The curve of Max’s nose nudged against yours and he laughed at his son’s reaction.

“Alright,” you said, pointing your finger. “You better go. Don’t want to miss your appointment.”

Maxwell nodded and took a deep breath. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” he announced.

The second Maxwell left the house, your stomach began to twist. You’d been living at Lord manor for a month now but truthfully, it felt like a lifetime. It felt like you had always been there. You were adjusting to your new life pretty well, but this morning sickness that you had started to get was an unwelcome experience. Amazon’s never got ill, so this was brand new to you, and you weren’t enjoying it one bit.

You rubbed your stomach and took a sip of the glass of water that you’d been nursing. Sliding down to sit next to Alistair, you watched as he finished his drawing, adding a few final perfections. Once it was done, you hung it to the refrigerator and praised him for his hard work.

“Ali, why don’t you grab your shoes and we’ll have a walk down to the Smithsonian?” you smiled, grabbing your jacket that was hanging over the kitchen door.

“Ooh! Is there a new exhibition?” He enquired curiously, hopping onto his feet and fastening his shoe laces.

“I don’t think so,” you admitted sheepishly. “I have to go meet with some friends.”

Taking the bus was a new experience for both you and Alistair. Joe, Maxwell’s driver, would normally drive Alistair around to and from places. But not today. The bus was slightly smelly and the seats were sticky, but by the looks of it, Alistair was having the time of his life. He pointed out the window, grinning, and talked to you about all the different D.C. landmarks the both of you passed as you were driven into the city centre. He might have only been six years old, but that was six years of living in the world of man. You’d only been here for a month, and so Alistair could teach you a lot.

Driving past the park, Alistair gasped, and shuffled into your body. “That’s the park where we first met,” Alistair pointed. You narrowed your eyes as you took in the sight of tall green trees and shrubbery. He was right. “Do you remember that day? You were wearing an awesome superhero costume like something out of my comic books. And you wore a tiara, and I asked if you were a princess. And you scared my bullies away, and helped me look for dad.”

“I remember.” you smiled, ruffling Alistair’s dark hair.

You remembered asking Alistair what his father looked like, and the only thing the boy could say was ‘strong, cool, and the best dad in the world’. Counting your lucky stars, you were so thankful you had found your forever family. You had come so far from that moment.

“Did you ever tell daddy… about those bullies in the park?” Alistair asked you hesitantly, his voice suddenly small and timid.

You pulled off him and looked him in the eyes. “No. Why?”

Alistair paused for a moment and glanced back out the window. “I was afraid he’d be disappointed in me.”

Your heart shattered in your chest. “Ali,” you said quietly, tears threatening to prick your eyes. “Your father could never, ever be disappointed in you. You know that, yes?”

Alistair nodded his head silently.

“He loves you so much,” you continued. “And the whole bullying thing… I think he’d understand better than anyone else.”

You remembered all the visions you had of Maxwell, even seeing him as a child at one point. You remembered him wearing rugged clothes that were too small for him and how he was picked on for his broken shoes.

“Really? You think so?” Alistair asked.

“I know so,” you confirmed, pressing a kiss into Alistair’s hair. “Those bullies will never amount to anything if they continue doing what they’re doing. But you are so much better than them. Stronger. Your power lies in your heart, and in the truth, and in love.”

Alistair smiled. “You’re a real hero, aren’t you?”

“We’re all heroes.”

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Yourself, Maxwell and Alistair loved trips to the Smithsonian. Diana always organised special access for the three of you, to go after hours when the entire museum was empty. Alistair was admiring the fish in the aquarium, when you noticed Barbara and Diana, and waved them over.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” Diana smiled.

“It was sort of an impulse thing,” you explained. “Uhm, actually, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

You pulled Diana to one side and left Barbara with Alistair. “Remember how you said ‘I owe you one’, since I like… got your girlfriend to renounce her wish and kinda helped you save the world by destroying the second dreamstone?” you grinned, trying to hold back a laugh.

Diana rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. “What are you plotting?”

“Max has been… worried, to say the least. We’re going to have to sell Black Gold and it’s a real shame because-- he worked so hard on it. We have some money and well, I haven’t exactly ran this by him yet but I was thinking about investing what we do have into the Smithsonian. Just like what Maxwell promised to do in the first place.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Diana sighed. “The gemology department is doing just fine.”

You shook your head, your smile only growing. “No Di, that’s not what I was getting at. How would you feel about… expanding the gemology department?”

“I’m not quite sure I follow…”

“I’ve heard Barbara talk about how there’s a lack of space to facilitate all the rocks and stones the Smithsonian keeps bringing in. She has a real fear that the entire paleontology department could be shut down and replaced with something else.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“That’s true…”

“So what if we use the Black Gold building as an extension for the Smithsonian, and have it specialise in all these fancy rocks and gems and stones. We could transport everything over and then we could utilize the leftover funds that Maxwell has, to keep all the palaeontologists and geologists employed. Hell, with a whole new building, we could even create more jobs for people. It would also mean that we wouldn’t have to fire Max’s old employees and-- Oh Di, I just know Max would love it. He really does have a passion for gemology. And his son, Ali… he has an interest too.”

“So I heard,” Diana rolled her eyes, but, to be frank, she liked what you were getting at. An expansion wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing… “It’s a big responsibility though, and it seems you haven’t even spoken to Maxwell about it. You would get funding from the Smithsonian as an institution, yes, but… it would still be Max’s business. Do you really think he could handle that? After what happened to his last business?”

“He’s smart,” you assured her. “And he’s a good businessman. He knows all these things I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Last time he just got unlucky. But this, this could really be something great. We have the building, and the passion, and enough money to get started. Please Diana… I know you could make this happen. Please.”

Diana spent a moment pondering the possibilities before shrugging her shoulders in defeat. “Alright,” She sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

You grinned and squealed excitedly, wrapping your arms around your half sister and squeezing her tight. “Thank you Di!” She laughed and rubbed your back before you pulled off her. “Oh, and Di… there’s one more thing.”

Diana tilted her head and gazed at you with fresh bewilderment. Looking around the museum to make sure no one was around to hear what you had to say, you leaned into the Amazon and whispered a confession you’d been keeping to yourself for the past month.

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Maxwell sat in the chair and frowned upon seeing his reflection in the mirror. “What can I do for you?” asked the stylist as she smacked her lips on a piece of gum. Max wasn’t sure if he could really bring himself to do this, until he remembered your words. This was ‘turning over a new leaf’-- a new start and fresh beginnings.

“Uh, a trim please,” Maxwell requested before taking a shaky exhale. It was now or never, he just had to take the leap. “No, that’s not everything,” he sighed. “Could you perhaps take the blonde… out of my hair?” The question left his lips with an air of unsurity. Could one even do that? Take the colour out of hair?

“You want the colour stripped?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest. Maxwell supposed that was one way of putting it.

“Yes, I do.” he confirmed.

The stylist processed Maxwell’s words for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. “As you wish.”

As the stylist wrapped Max’s shaggy golden locks into foil, he closed his eyes. He’d come so far since the whole dreamstone debacle. His whole life had been a rollercoaster of up and down events but now, finally, things were evening out for him -- in the best way possible. He’d fallen in love and secured his family and home. The only thing he was mildly worried about, was the issue with Black Gold. But he knew that he’d somehow figure it out, especially now that he had you by his side to help him.

He’d always seen himself as an independent man. He fought hard to be as successful. He escaped his hometown, his abusive father, he ran away from poverty and was discriminated against by upper class white businessmen who told him he could never amount to anything. He proved all of them wrong. Because now, he had everything he could ever want. He didn’t need stacks of money or material possessions when he had you and Alistair. Maybe he wasn’t as independent as he once thought he was. Maybe, just maybe, he liked the company of others. He liked having you and his son around.

In his fight for wealth and success, he’d lost everything that mattered the most. But most importantly, he had lost himself. Maxwell swore that he’d never let that happen again.

As the stylist removed the silver foil from his hair, Maxwell nervously anticipated the result. His once bottle blonde hair was now a chocolate brown colour, and it reminded him distinctly of his youth. Max couldn’t help but feel like he looked younger, and he wasn’t going to complain about that.

He just hoped you liked it as much as he did.

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“I just don’t understand why mommy is taking so long,” Alistair grumbled as he and Barbara waited outside the ladies restroom. “And why did auntie Diana have to go into the toilet with her?”

Barbara stifled a laugh. “You’re inpatient, just like your dad.”

Impatience must’ve run in the family because you were sitting on the toilet seat, tapping your food as anxiety flooded your body. You didn’t expect to be this nervous. You’d wanted a child for so long -- in fact, your whole life to be exact. But now that there was a chance of it actually happening, you were beyond terrified. Maybe it was the fact Maxwell didn’t know about your symptoms, but you knew better than to feel alone. You were never going to be alone.

“How long left?” you asked Diana, who checked her wristwatch. It was an antique from the early 1900’s, something very special and something she kept very close to her heart.

“It should be ready now.” she told you, handing you the stick you had just peed on.

“I don’t want to look.” you squirmed, covering your face with your hands.

“Wow,” Diana hummed, her jaw parting slightly when she took in the results.

“Wh-- what is it?” you asked, nervously.

“You’re pregnant.”

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When Maxwell came home, you were shocked to say the least. His brown hair was absolutely gorgeous, and it suited him better than you’d expected. The deep shade was identical to the colour in his sparkling eyes. Jokingly, he tossed his hair and you let out a laugh.

“I was right,” you giggled, running your fingers through his locks. “So handsome.”

“I love it daddy!” Alistair cheered.

“Thanks buddy,” Maxwell grinned. “I like it too.”

Taking a deep breath, you took Max’s hand and pulled him into the living room, shutting the door behind you. It was quiet in there -- the perfect place to tell Maxwell your news. It had been a nostalgic day, and even standing in the living room reminded you of the time Max first brought you home.

“Is everything alright?” he asked you, slightly concerned. But your warm smile soon eased him. You felt the need to wrap your arms around him and envelop him into a hug. Max had taken a big step today, and you were proud of him, but now it was your moment. It was now or never.

Harnessing every ounce of confidence within you, you took his hands and looked him in the eye. “Max, I’m pregnant.”

Max’s brown eyes widened and he was completely lost for words. “I-- you-- you’re--”

“Yes.” you smiled, taking his hands and placing them on your stomach.

His shocked expression turned into an elated grin as he processed the good news. “You’re really--”

“I am.” you confirmed.

You didn’t think you’d ever seen Maxwell so happy in your life. He wrapped his arms around you and held you so tight, like he was afraid to let you go. He swore in that moment he would never leave you, or his growing family, ever again.

This was it for him.

This was the start of Maxwell Lorenzano’s new life.

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THE END.

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Author’s Note: “I won’t cry” she says while sobbing into her Google Docs document. Thank you all for reading I Believe In Love. It’s a story I have wanted to share with you since I saw WW84 in the theatre, and I just can’t believe it’s finally over. This fic will always have a special place in my heart. The themes and plot points mean so much to me, but not only that, I’ve had the most amazing feedback on this fic and I will honestly cherish that for the rest of my life. I poured my heart and soul into writing I Believe In Love and it honestly one of my biggest comforts. I want you all to know that an epilogue is coming and if you have any requests for these characters I have created, feel free to send them my way. I adore my Amazon Goddess!Reader and I would absolutely love to continue their story at some point in the future. If you’ve followed me on this journey over the past four months, all I can really say is thank you. I love you so so much.

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Drink and make merry, my friend (you'll be gone come morning)

Day four: historical- pirates // sci-fi- space

There are three pirates chilling in the dungeons. None seem overly concerned about the fact that they’ll be hanged come morning.

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Bartholomew H. Allen. Bart for the friends. ‘The red nuisance’ for everyone else. Wasn’t the first time he’d been inside this very same prison cell; probably won’t be the last. The guards stationed in front of his door were the quickest on their feet, so maybe they’d have a minimum chance of catching the fucker should he escape again. Probably not, but the Arch Duke had been particularly displeased the last time he’d weaseled his way out of their prison, so they had to at least pretend to try.

He’d been unconcernedly chewing on dried meat for hours now. How did he manage to smuggle it into the cell, no one knows, but after he bit the first few hands that tried to take his treasure away, the general consensus was to let him be.

Similarly, anyone who held any notions of spending a fun afternoon with the only woman among the sea bandits was quick to be corrected, either by a broken hand or a kick that stole the air from their lungs like it was gold from a ship’s treasury.

Her name? Cassandra Sandsmark. She did not fuck around, and really, considering she would be dead by that time the next night, it was’t worth it to punish her for ‘prisoner misconduct’. That was why they left her be. Not because she scared their balls back into their bodies. The fact that she was Princess Diana’s wayward niece and, death row or not, the noble Lady would murder them all for even breathing in her direction, was a notable plus.

The last pirate, well… He’d chosen to spend his last night on earth doing push ups. It was probably better to leave him to his own devices.

Conner Kent. Whether or not he had any relation to Crown Prince Kal was anyone’s guess, but they did look startlingly similar; something the younger man had taken advantage of to avoid capture multiple times in the past.

To catch any of them wasn’t an easy task. The fact that they were all there thanks to the same man was beyond amazing.

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An auburn haired boy ran through busy port streets, his form almost a blur between passerbys. Jumping over crates, avoiding street vendors, sliding over banisters and landing at the very last step of any stair in his way, the youngster made a truly astounding escape.

Tough luck his opponent had accounted for that.

Just as he was rounding that last corner separating him from the port (and his freedom), a foot struck out. Quick thinking saved him from face planting on the disgustingly dirty streets, but his surprise and momentum cost him precious seconds of stumbling.

The swords pointing him from every direction when he straightened weren’t as threatening as the lone young man standing behind the National Guard, unarmed but from the cutting edge on his glare. Without breaking eye contact, the runner threw both hands up in surrender.

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The guards barely even glanced up when the servant girl let herself in, softly pushing the trolley. They did, however, when the scent of food caught their attention.

“That for us, pretty lady?”

Blushing, the girl looked at both men from under her brown fringe.

“The… the prisoners…”

Elbowing each other, they smiled, sharks smelling blood in the water as they eyed the delicacies on display.

“It’d be a waste to let people who are gonna be fish food by this time tomorrow eat such an amazing feast.”

The girl hesitated again, her duty to feed the prisoners at war with the populace general unwillingness to disobey their military enforcers.

“Come on, pretty lady”, the other one edged on. “Who’s gonna tell the higher ups?”

Something flashed behind her beautiful blue eyes, and she nodded, gently pushing the trolley in their direction.

From within their cells, the three pirates watched in silence.

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If anyone were to ask, he’d been minding his own damn business when shit went down.

He had only wanted a beer. Really, life just wasn’t fair to wanted criminals.

It was just his luck that his crew chose this particular tavern to drink and make merry. Though, Kon supposes, it wasn’t their fault either. How would they know that the Lavender Throne pirates favored the same establishment?

He’d only been a member of the Renegades’ crew for about two months now, but he already knew how this fight would turn out. He was easily their best fighter, and the Lavenders were all about the same level of well trained; so here he was, alone in a circle of enemies, fist held high and feet doing their best not to trip over fallen crewmates.

Or maybe not so alone. A smaller back pressed against his, and he could see from the corner of his eye how the men trying to get his blind spot fell like flies. Not one to doubt his blessings, he doubled his efforts.

When things died down, Kon relaxed, marveling at the fact that just two of them were enough to deal with a full tavern of enemies. The bar maidens started to rise from under the tables they chose to hide behind, and Conner was about to turn around and thank his surprise saviour, when the feeling of cold metal against his neck stopped him in his tracks.

Uniformed men started bleeding into the room, dragging unconscious pirates away. When one approached him and his mysterious capturer, he almost felt the man behind him shaking his head.

“This one is high risk. I’ll take him myself.”

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“Are you sure? There’s plenty enough for all of us”, asked Dumb Guard Number one again, words almost unrecognizeable under his chewing.

The girl, sitting primly in the chair they oh so gentlemanly had offered for her to wait on until they finished their impromptu dinner, shook her head.

Dumb Guard Number two didn’t need to be told twice and snagged the last piece of bread.

“Is it just you two for the night?”, she asked, apropos of nothing.

The more sharing of the two nodded. “Yeah, until the morning shift guys come and take them away to the plaza for their sentence.”

She whistled softly.

“Seems kind of mean, having only you two to guard three of the most wanted pirates of the last few years.”

The second one smiled a bit. “Nah, we got dealt a nice hand. We get to eat and laze around, and as good as they are, they can’t weasel their way between those bars. No excitement here. The day guards are the unlucky ones here.”

“How so? Aren’t them, like, a lot more? Seems like it’d be easier, sharing the weight of it.”

“Yeah, but Lieutenant Drake will be with them, ‘s going to personally oversee the executions. Can’t exactly slack off with the favored son of Archduke Wayne breathing over your shoulder, now can you?”

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“Cassandra!”

“Go! I’ll hold them off!”

The older woman, holding desperately to the other’s hand, made a sound of profound distress.

“But-!”

“Donna, just go! If they catch you- just how much do you think Diana is going to suffer?”

“It’s the same with you! We can run together, there’s space in the spare boat”

They were running out of time. She knew convincing her older sister figure to leave her behind was not going to end well or happen quickly, so the blonde pirate shot a look to vice captain Artemis. They both knew Donna was just too important to risk like this, her relationship to Diana recognizable enough to use her as leverage against their Princess. Cassandra, as beloved as she was by the women who took her in, had spent the better half of her childhood hiding her real identity and running amok where few would be able to point her out as Princess Diana’s protegeè.

Ignoring her mistress’s screams, Vice captain Artemis’s arms went around her waist, lifting her clear off her feet and dragging her away, her strength forcing Donna’s hand free of Cassandra’s arm.

Soon, Cassie stood alone in an empty ship, sword in hand as she watched the sun setting over the horizon, the distant figure of dozens of escape boats a mere shadow in the distance.

When the sound of boards and then feet hitting the deck reached her, her hand tightened on the sword’s hilt, but she didn’t turn to see.

“It was a bold move. Brave, though.”

The words made her startle, spoken so closely to her ear, the approaching presence absolutely unnoticed until that exact second.

Breathing in deeply, Cassandra spun on her feet, sword raised. Her enemy was already a few feet away, safe from her board attack. His cold stare clashed with her feral growl, an ice prince facing off against an amazon fighter.

No other soldier dared approach them, as the sound of their clashing swords echoed in the quiet of the night as thunder.

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Just as a distant clock was about to point both arms to its highest point, both guards fell asleep. Literally fell, face planting in the dirty prison ground.

Sighing tiredly, the young serving girl rose to her feet. Walking towards Dumn Guard Numer 2 (stopping only barely on her way to nudge Dumb Guard Numer one to the side, so he wouldn’t drown in the puddle his face had landed on), she crouched down and took the keys from his belt.

When she stood again, all three pirates were on their feet near their doors, waiting.

“Who’s first this time?” asked the youngest, voice vibrating in his excitement, smile bright.

“Me, for sure”, crowed Conner, hands on his hips.

“What are you talking about? I made him fight for it. Drew blood, even.” Cassandra, proud smile and raise hand, threw back in challenge.

To all their surprises, the maiden went straight for Allen’s door.

“What? Me?”

“What the fuck?”

“Are you seriously telling us IMP is the one who gave you the most trouble this time?”

The girl shrugged, but a small smile could be spotted under her calm facade if one cared enough to look for it (which they all did).

“I had to chase him all through Star Port city. I was tired afterwards. The two of you made me fight, but it wasn’t nearly as exhausting.”

The boy jumped out of his cell as soon as the door was opened, fist raised in victory.

“Yessss! Free booze!”

“It’s a stupid bet”, the girl shrugged at the other two’s upset frowns. “None of you are an actual challenge, after all.”

“Oh, shut up, asshole. Get us out of here before those dumbasses wake up.”

Before long, all three pirates and the young castle maid were running through empty streets towards the port.

“The ship is ready for you to take. I made it look like you stole it from a very drunk, very unsuspecting crew of beginners.” As they all ran, she… he, took his hand to his head, snatching away the brown wig. Hair, black like a raven’s wings, fell over his icy blue eyes.

Cassandra, keeping pace with him, accepted the disguise. “Where to, after?”

“There’s instructions on your next mission already written down on the back of the map, on the captain’s cabin. I left the key to the cellar as a paperweight over it, so there’s no way you’ll miss it.”

Behind them, the other two boys crowed in delight. Bart even makes a small little jump, never slowing their pace.

“Is it fully stoked?”

Turning to look at the bigger man over his shoulder, the maid-turned-criminal rolled his eyes.

“Half. I do need you all lucid enough to do your chores. But whatever you find along your way that doesn’t slow your progress on the mission, you can loot for yourselves. There’s an empty treasury on the right side of the ship just for that.”

Another jump, this time from the other pirate. The two running ahead shared an exasperated, though fond, look.

They reached the promised ship before long. It sat there, beautifully tilting this way and that thanks to the gentle waves reaching shore.

They stopped there for a second, the three pirates facing their rescuer.

“Will you be alright? Won’t anyone suspect?”

He shook his head, hands demurely raising his dress a slight inch from the ground in a small courtesy.

“Caroline Hill has a perfectly solid cover, and there are lots of people who’ll vouch for her if she’s ever suspected for tonight. Also, the guards chosen for the night shift are known for slacking off in their duty. Falling asleep close enough to the cells for one of you to snatch the keys and free themselves won’t be too much of a stretch for anyone to imagine.”

They smiled back at him.

“Do try to catch some sleep before going back there as Lieutenant Drake. You’ll need your beauty rest to give a convincing ‘I left those criminals in your care and you LOST THEM?!’ show.”

“The laughable state of the kingdom’s military is perpetually infuriating to me. Don’t worry, I’ll be believable. And I can use this as an excuse to fire the most incompetent guards in the history of ever.”

“Do you ever do anything without at least two different reasons and multiple plans banking on it?”

“Why would I, that just sounds like a waste of my time. Now go, run off, before someone sees four people hanging by the port and gets curious enough to remember faces.”

“When will we see you again?”, asks Conner, hand catching his friend’s shoulder before the man in the dress can turn around and leave.

“This mission should last a month or so, and after you hid the objective in the safe place I designated for it for me to pick up later, you’ll need to scatter. I’ll catch you again soo after that, so in total… maybe two months? Three if any of you give me an actual challenge, but I’m not holding my breath for that one.”

“Bastard. See you soon.”

“Make sure to take us drinking next time, Tim. We barely see you now that you have to play good lawful boy with your dad.”

“Only if you idiots take good care of the ship. The Red Bird is a delicate lady and I’ll hang you myself if there’s even a scratch on her beautiful shell.”

“It’s almost as if you care more about a bunch of wood and metal than us.”

“Because I do. Now fuck off.”

[In which Tim is a privateer (Basically a pirate with papers. As the name suggests, privateers were private individuals commissioned by governments to carry out quasi-military activities; in this case, Tim does illegal things for the greater good. As a military agent, he’s hiring himself lol) and the other three are pirates working for and with him, because they like to help him do good things and they also get a chance at fighting people, drinking and looting treasure outside their missions. Tim catching and then freeing them is how they exchange information or he gives them his orders.]

#my writting #core disaster week #day 4 #historical-pirates #pirates #privateers #tim drake #kon el kent #bart allen #cassie sandsmark #humor maybe?#action i guess #a little bit at least #no angst #that's for sure #weird if you know me lol

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simsroyallegacy · 3 years

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Windenburg Palace, the Blue Hall - Crown Prince Arden’s Wedding Reception

Nicholas: If you’re serious about sightseeing here in Lunaria, definitely check out the MAC in San Myshuno! They just opened an interactive Georgina O’Reef exhibit; it’s like you’re actually walking through her paintings!

Elizabeth: That sounds lovely! I’ve always wanted to go and see your mother’s sculpture there; the Brilliance.

Diana: I saw it when they swapped exhibits with the Rivenian Art History Museum last year, it was truly worth it’s fame.

Elizabeth: Let’s go before we head back to Simcago Di; Nicky you should be our tour guide!

Nicholas: I’ll have to give a rain check on this one Lizzy, Isa and are going on a trip after the wedding.

Elizabeth: Oh no! And we finally had time to catch up, it’s like you never have time for your friends anymore.

Nicholas: Well I don’t think I don’t have the time...

Elizabeth: Nicky, every time we try to get together you always come up with some excuse involving Isa-

Diana: Why don’t I get us all a drink? Liz? Behave yourself.

Elizabeth: Now that my sister is gone I must tell you about the surprise trip I’m planning for our upcoming birthday. I want you to come too!

Nicholas: You know I wouldn’t miss your birthdays.

Elizabeth: I’m planning a long weekend in Montgomery Castle in Glimmerbrook, bring your camping gear!

Annaliese: Do you mind if I interrupt?

Nicholas: Ana! It’s been a while little sis!

Annaliese: Only because you’ve been avoiding coming home lately, Nick.

Nicholas: What? Me? Never!

Elizabeth: I’ll let you two catch up; I think I see my sister getting hit on by the ambassador from Dhuri so I’ll go save her now. Nice to see you again Annaliese!

Annaliese: Goodbye Elizabeth, let’s catch up soon.

Nicholas: Now that you have me to yourself, what do you want to talk about Ana?

Annaliese: I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine!

Nicholas: A new friend?

Annaliese: Yes we met at a Ladies for Change event in Pierreland, it was one of our fundraisers for animal rights...oh, here she is now! Minnie! Over here!

Nicholas:...!

Nicholas: Hello Miss...?

Annaliese: Lady Minerva Valois.

Minerva: It’s nice to meet you, Your Royal Highness.

Nicholas: No need to be so formal with me; just Nicholas is fine.

Minerva: Then you must call me Minerva.

Annaliese: I thought you two would like to discuss your philanthropic work together; Minnie was telling me all about how she wants to help the Pups for Life organization set up a branch here in Windenburg!

Nicholas: Oh?

Annaliese: I know you’ve been trying to get PAWS to set up a branch here as well and they’ve been reluctant, maybe you two could work on something together? What do you think?

Minerva: Perhaps we should actually get to know each other first Ana? I only work with truly dedicated individuals...

Nicholas: I’d be happy to prove my dedication to helping animals Minerva. It’s become quite the passion of mine after little Ana here filled our childhood home with strays...

Annaliese: *laughing* Hey! It’s not like I turned our house into a farm!

Nicholas: So you think!

Isadora: *internally* Who the hell is he talking with now? I told him not to leave my side tonight! I better go over there...

Nicholas: When she was twelve, Ana brought home what she quoted was a “homeless puppy” that turned out to be a coyote! Our dad had a meltdown after it destroyed her room and he found out what it really was! We had to call for a wildlife rehabilitation officer to come pick the little guy up and take him to a preserve!

Annaliese: He seemed so pitiful and alone at the park! And he looked just like a puppy to me; I just had to take him home and nurse him back to health!

Nicholas: Charlie and I helped her hide him from our dad and his aides for as long as we could, but of course we were found out. *laughs* We all started volunteering at animal shelters after that; Ana is the only one who has pets though.

Minerva: And what of-

Isadora: *Ahem* Nicky my love, can I have a word with you? In private?

Nicholas: Oh, um, if you could excuse me ladies?

Annaliese: *whispering* Nicky wait! You don’t have to go running every time she calls! We haven’t been able to hang out together in ages!

Nicholas: Sorry sis, Lady Minerva, I’ll see you later?

Isadora: Hurry up Nicholas, dear, the little children can entertain themselves now.

Minerva: Pardon you?

Isadora: You heard me.

Nicholas: Stop it Isa, you wanted to go right?

Isadora: *snidely* Have a nice evening Annaliese!

Minerva: Well she was incredibly rude. Are you all right?

Annaliese: I’ll be fine. She’s always like that.

Minerva: Who was she? I’ve never met her before.

Annaliese: Princess Isadora of Castille; she’s been dating my brother for a few years now. She’s always hated me...and every other girl who has ever approached Nicky.

Minerva: Your brother seems too nice to be involved with someone so petty.

Annaliese: Nicky doesn’t have the best judgement when it comes to lovers, his last girlfriend was a brat too.

Minerva: That’s too bad, I guess.

Annaliese: Yeah, be sure to steer clear of Isadora though; she’s dangerous.

Minerva: How so?

Annaliese: I can’t prove it but...last year Nicky took my brother Charles and I on a trip to Windsor to visit our aunt. Isadora wasn’t invited but she came with us anyway and dragged Nicky away every chance she got. It got to the point where I confronted my brother over lunch after she had gotten up to use the restroom; we had started arguing about Isadora’s possessiveness when she came back.

Minerva: Oh dear! Did she say anything?

Annaliese: No...we left the restaurant and Charlie and Nick went to pull around the car. I was answering a text from a friend while waiting with Isadora when I felt a push from behind; I stumbled into the road and was almost hit by a car!

Minerva: Oh my Watcher!

Annaliese: I was able to avoid it but it really could have been a bad accident! And Isadora just stood there laughing!

Minerva: How terrifying! What did your brother say about it?

Annaliese: She was able to convince him that I tripped...and for a while I thought maybe that’s what happened too...but she was laughing so hard when I could have died...

Annaliese: Anyway, I hope you don’t have any run-ins with her; she gets nasty towards women whom she’s seen with Nicky, whether or not they’re romantically involved.

Minerva: I’d like to see her try something on me!

Annaliese: *laughs* Me too! And I promise to get my brother to help with opening up an animal shelter here in Windenburg; he’s been trying to get a popular animal charity to open one for a couple years now but they’re Brindleton based and we don’t have the best international relations with them...

Minerva: It’s a great opportunity to have Pups for Life go international, but why your brother?

Annaliese: *smiles innocently* Let’s just say I have a feeling you could be good friends...

Lady Minerva belongs to @officalroyalsofpierreland. Thanks for allowing me to use her!

#ts4 monarchy #sims 4 royal family #sims 4 royal legacy #sims4 royal family #sims4 royal legacy #sims 4 monarchy #sims4 monarchy

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losolvidad0s · 4 years

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Dangerous Liaisons, Ch.1

Summary: Catalina Romero has finally built the courage to return to Santo Padre, California after nearly 5 years. What is left in the rubble of her past?

pairing: Angel Reyes x Catalina “Lina” Romero x Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes

a/n: It’s finally happening, chapter 1! I’m excited to share this with you all, let me know if you’ll be #teamAngel or #teamEZ? Please enjoy, don’t forget to follow, turn on the notifs, heart, commmet, and reblog! Follow the tag #dangerous liaisons* for updates!

(gif credit belongs to @angels-reyes ✨)

“One, two, three, four, five, si... one, two, three...”

It doesn’t take much for someone like Catalina Romero to get distracted. She is convinced that her attention span is of a dog with a bone in a squirrel infested area. The bone is long forgotten, just as counting the amount of boxes while listening to a random podcast.The moving truck will arrive anytime soon and it must be precise in how much she is moving.

Despite it being 3 weeks since she quit her job and informed her landlord that she will not be renewing her upcoming lease, it still sounds funny to her that she is moving. After 4 1/2 years living in the Northern California, Catalina is heading back down to Southern California to the small town of Santo Padre.

The distant sound of motorcycles catch her attention as tries to recount the boxes once more. She stops in her movements to listen if they are just passing by, however when the engine sounds get louder and much closer, eventually idling, she knows they’ve stopped right under her apartment unit.

She sticks her head out of the open window, the shine of two beautifully crafted harleys beaming back at her thanks to the scorching sun. The two men remove their helmets and swing their legs behind them and on the ground below.

“You couldn’t wait one more day, I know the drive just fine!” Catalina calls out and the two men look up. The taller of the two removing his dark shades. “Not I, mija, Tu padrino.” That’s when the other man looks up, smiling ear to ear.

Taza Romero and Obispo Losa look to each other as they see the young girl disappear from above them, smiling in excitement knowing that they won’t need to commute to see her anymore.

Once the screen door opens, it’s an ambush. Catalina jumps into her father’s arms and quickly encasing him a tight hug. His hearty laugh rumbles and he squeezes, leaning back to get a good look at his little girl. It’s been a few months since he’s seen her. Business with the motorcycle club has had him more busy in the past few months than it ever has in the last decade. But with her now deciding to move to Santo Padre, he is thrilled.

“And me?”

She releases her hold on her dad and jumps right into her godfather’s embrace. Bishop feels a large weight lift off his chest as he holds one of the most important people in his arms again.

When Catalina was younger. Bishop acted as a father figure for her as well. He didn’t have a family himself so when Taza had asked him to be her godfather, he vowed to love her as if she were his own. It broke his heart when she decided to move up north with her mother’s family those few years back. And as the club business grew bigger and more dangerous, he and her father also carried a small worry that they didn’t have her in arms reach to keep her safe.

“You two didn’t need to come all the way out here to escort me like I’m Princess Diana.” After a few more seconds of hugging, the two release. “Bad example as she died in a car accident, but I would have been just fine.”

She rolls her eyes as they give her a look reminding her that it’ll ease their mind to be there. They all share a laugh and head into her nearly packed up apartment to get ready to load her life she’s built onto a moving truck.

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Like always, her dad and godfather are all knowing. The drive was long but the occasional looking in the mirrors and seeing the bikes follow gave her a sense of security. After a pit stop for some early dinner, they arrive at the Romero family house that is a few streets away from the Mayans MC clubhouse. The crickets were the only sound after the engines of the bikes cutoff.

“Finally. No more moan and groan from these two.” A new voice fills the air as Hank Loza stands on the porch, smiling at how grown she has gotten. In Catalina’s defense, she hasn’t grown much since the last time everyone has seen her but it is obvious that she surely isn’t the same young lady from all those years ago.

“I apologize for that, hey Hank!” They embrace in a hug. He takes a good look at her and everyone starts to pile out of the house. Bishop had let the club know of her arrival tonight and to make themselves available to help out.

Gilly, Coco and Riz has ambushed her the second they exit the house. The smell of leather and tobacco smother as she is bear hugged. “Oh god, too much love. Too much!” A harmony of laughter as they mess her hair up.

Despite being an attractive girl from the get go, none of the guys saw her as anything but a young sister to protect. It was mostly from the threats from the president and his vp, but also because they all knew better than to do so especially because during the last few years of her stay in Santo Padre, she was Angel’s girl. Angel Ignacio Reyes, she couldn’t help but look around for him.

Catalina didn’t grow up much around her dad’s lifestyle. The occasional stops by the clubhouse but she never lived around them. She lived with her dad’s sister right outside of town. But the older she got, the less she saw her dad, the more she longed to be around him. When she turned 18, she made a promise with Taza that should she go to college for at least 4 years, she could be around the MC as much as she desired.

And when she did so, she moved where she stands now at 22 years old. When she met the one of the three prospects at the time, Angel Reyes.

“I hope you are hungry, we got meat cooking on the grill!” Gilly calls out as she is pulled out from the memories that flood her mind. Catalina pat her stomach and rubs her hands as they head around the house to the backyard.

She is shocked to see how much things have changed, how well kept the backyard is. Not that she ever doubted that he father could keep it up on his own. Which is probably also thanks to muscle of the club.

A cold bottle of beer is handed to her as everyone settles in the back and the music is resumed. GIlly and Coco at the grill, Bishop and Hank chatting. It’s almost like she hadn’t left.

The gate of the fence opens and a pile a girls come through. Ah, Vicki’s girls. She says to herself as they each head to a Mayan. Catalina almost gag when a young girl, who must not even be much older than herself, leans into her dad’s side.

“5 fuckin’ years and you still haven’t changed your hair?” The voice makes her jump as she turns on her heel to see him towering over her. A bottle pressed against his lips and tipped up, though he still has his eyes on her.

It takes her a moment to say something, he watches her with a confused face. ‘I could never figure out what I want so, I stuck with what I know. Hey, Angel.” When his name sounds from her, he feels the same thing he use to feel. He scratches the back of his head, “Pres says your back for good. How long is that for?”

She smiles and looks away from him, meeting his eyes just as quick again. “I’m here for good. Promise.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Though his voice sounds cold, his face shows the opposite. The smile and his relaxed body stance. Angel feels at peace. To see her again. This makes her relinquish any worries that things between the two would be rocky with her return after how things had ended.

“Welcome back, mi dulce.” He leans down and presses a kiss to her cheek. His hand lingers on the side of her neck where he held onto. He lets it fall off as he steps behind her and towards the others. She turns and watches him hug his club brothers.

Catalina feels hopeful of being back home in Santo Padre.

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After a night of good food and company, Catalina wakes the next day later than she normally would considering she drank quite a bit after not doing so in a couple weeks. The house empty and quiet, she finds a plate of breakfast wrapped up for her. Just like old times, despite her being able to do so herself, her father takes care of her.

She remembers her way to the clubhouse like nothing. The large gate being pushed back by Angel as she drives her car through. It’s a lot to take in. She takes a deep breath in and reminds herself that she really is here. Angel jogs over to the driver’s side after closing the gate to open the door for her.

“Mornin’.” He leans on the door as she gets out and stands in front of him. Their eyes never leaving each other as Angel shuts the door.

“You get as much sleep as me?”

He says to her. His voice but a whisper as she licks her lips looking at his. This use to be a habit of hers; staring at his lips. It wasn’t just the fact that she liked them against her own, no. It became a defense tactic for her. A way to stop staring into his deep dark eyes since she tends to get lost into them too quickly.

“A few good hours but not much considering I’m back....here.” She looks around them, taking in the sight of the closed into clubhouse and nearby scrap yard. It is Angel’s turn to look at her lips. His heart hammering as he looks at the small space between them.

He opens his mouth to say something to her, anything. That he missed her? He is both excited but hesitant the she is back and back for good? That she still looks like the same one who up and left with a piece of his heart all those years ago? Angel didn’t want their reunion to start of with questions of the past. But he didn’t have a chance to talk with her.

“Templo!”

Bishops voices pulls their attention to the porch of the clubhouse. Angel groans and nods towards his president. Catalina lifts her arm to wave at him as he does so stepping back through the door.

Angel turns back to her and brushes his hand against her arm before backing up and heading in with the rest of the guys.Catalina remembers that is their sacred time as a club, no one else allowed. She decides to admire everyone’s bikes up close. She can recognize her father’s, Bishop’s and Angel’s instantly. Her hand rests on the handles as she looks over the green harley. It looks like a few more designs were added onto it.

Catalina swings her leg over as she sits on the bike. She reaches up and places her hands on the high rising handles. A few memories begin to play in her mind as she closes her eyes. She can remember the first time Angel took her on a ride. It wasn’t her first one but her first one on his bike. The way she held onto him as he sped up every chance he got.

The sound of the screen door slamming pulls her from the thought, her eyes following the sound.

EZ Reyes exits the clubhouse as the rest of the club sits in for the meeting. With him being a fresh Prospect, he didn’t have a seat yet. Catalina’s eyes meets his as he descends down the few steps and towards the bikes. She hadn’t recognized him and confirmed the suspicion that he must a be new prospect.

“One of the nicest but not the best of the group if you ask me.” EZ says as he gets closer, pointing to his brothers bike. She snickers as she looks down at the bike and shakes her head in disagreement.

“Bishop’s has the be the nicest. I mean, that color? Angel went safe with green.” She looks between the two bikes then back at the unfamiliar face. “Lina.”

“Ezekiel, EZ.” He shakes her hand as she smiles at him. To him, he knew she was Taza’s daughter. Then the longer he stared did he realize this is her. This is the her that his brother has mentioned a few times. Angel never went into the detail about the mysterious Lina.

“Angel’s kid bother, yeah he’s mentioned you before.” She says as they release the grip from the handshake. Catalina looks over the younger Reyes. In her years being in Santo Padre. she never put a face to the name. Angel only briefly mention he had younger brother who got himself locked up and that was that.

He isn’t a tall as his older brother but not too far off either. Truthfully the two had little resemblance. But as her mind tried to remember their mother from pictures she was shown, she could see a little of the beautiful lady in EZ. She gives him a tight-lipped smile as he hangs his hand on the front of kutte.

She notices his big arms, ones that could have any girl with weak knees. She won’t lie to herself that she didn’t feel the slight weakness hit hers as he approached her a few moments ago.

“How’s that going?” She nods to the prospect patch.

EZ follows her line of sight and looks down at it as well. His chest fills with air as he ponders what to say. He thought to himself to answer carefully. She can easily report back to her dad, to the president, to his sponsor which is his brother. With an exhale he smirks looking back at her, “It’s new still so I can’t form a honest opinion just yet.”

“Good answer.” They both laugh. The moment between them interrupted by the commotion of the club piling out. They turn their attention to the guys, Angel noticing the close proximity of Catalina and EZ.

She walks up to the group of guys who greet her. Angel smiling at her as he passes by to head to his bike, “Com’n prospect, we got business.”

Catalina watches the two brothers stride next to each other. Her focus solely on Angel as he straps on his helmet. He looks over at her as he puts on his shades and starts up his bike.

“Feels like yesterday, huh?” Taza says now standing beside her. She hums in response as she watches the gate open for them, the Reyes brothers riding out.

Things do have a nostalgic feel to them. She prepared herself for a warm as well as a possible cold welcome. Not just from the obvious,Angel, but the entire club as well. Though it was nothing but a sweet ease in. Capable of taking things into her own hands, she is a liability to club should she get herself into trouble.And her reunion with Angel had gone a lot smoother than she anticipated with their departure being of a messy nature. But things seem like it will be possible to go as they were.

So she thinks.

chapter 2

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simply-ellas-stuff · 3 years

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My thoughts on Zack Snyder's Justice League because I watched it

The opening sequence, bc even tho the repeated scream audio was stuipid this opening was better

The new meeting between batman and Aquaman - that drawing on the wall in the og was unnecessary

Diana's extra badassery

The design of Stephen Wolf, because now he actually looks scaryish

The Queens emotions about losing her sisters of Themyscira - QUEENS DON'T JUST SEND THEIR PEOPLE INTO BATTLE EMOTIONLESSLY THESE SCENES WERE NEEDED - FUCK

THE BIGGER WITH IN THEMYSCIRA WHY THE FUCK DID THEY CUT THAT OUT?! - oh right, its because the previous director is sexist as fuck,

Stephen Wolf's Daddy Issues because that's fucking hilarious

Bruce explaining his want to find everyone bc of his promise

The close up on the fly things because that actually made it scary

THE FUCKING LIGHTING CEREMONY IN THEMESCERIA HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT

Diana's extra badassery after getting the Arrow because WHY THE FUCK WAS THAT CUT?! This explains SO MUCH about how Diana knows SO MUCH about a time she wasn't alive in and I have NO FUCKING CLUE why it was cut!?

Arthur Curry is a Stripper - Confirmed!

Arthur and his trainer talking, but idfk why they kept the bubble thing Although I do like that they clarify that it's not just Mera who can do that bubble thingy

The scene between Stephen Wolf and the stone-wall dude person was cool and it explained why Stephen Wolf was so desperate

Zeus, Ares, and Artemis prepped for battle along with Poseidon in the flashback was FUCKING AWESOME!!! Diana's Aunt as well, the shows of the Green Lanterns, and the ring returning to the planet [Although they should've named Artemis, bc she can easily be mistaken for Athena - Also; Artemis' roman equivalent in the goddess Diana ]

Darkseid being in the flashback, which explains a lot

The Gods vs Darkseid was FUCKING AWESOME

Barry's awkward rambling after running into Iris

ALSO IRIS FUCKING WEST!!!

The Big Belly Burger Reference, nicely done

My dad says Iris' car is beautiful

BARRY SAVED IRIS BITCHES

The slow-mo crash gave me anxiety

My dad says, "I know you got all the time in the world but c'mon this is ridiculous" about that scene then "That beautiful car..."

THE SCENE WITH STEPHEN WOLF AND THE ALTLANTIAN MAKES EVERYTHING MAKE SO MUCH MORE SENSE BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK DID STEPHEN WOLF KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE MOTHER BOX IN ATLANTIS

Do. Not. Make. Diana. And. Bruce. Romantic. Don't. Fucking. Do. It.

The use of slow-mo is kind of redundant

Victor being fucking AMAZING even tho he's getting in trouble at school

Victor and Mama's discussion gives some life to the 2-Dlike Cyborg from the og movie, WHY THE FUCK WAS IT CUT?!

Victor's inner-world where he's still fully human

Barry being sarcastic as fuck towards his father lmfao

"Very attractive Jewish boy"

The reference to Grodd YAAAAAAAS

I still hate that Barry's lightning is blue and not red

The explanation of the Speedforce and Snacks

"What are your super powers again?" "I'm Rich" Still one of the best lines

I love Diana's shirt in the scene with Alfred

"Looks like you have a date, Ms. Prince" lmfao - Unless his name is Steve, I doubt it

I feel like Victor and Diana would be a good brother/sister duo, ngl

Burying the fucking box at your mothers grave was the stupidest shit I have ever fucking seen Victor.

COMMISIONER GORDON HELL YES

Barry's utter fail at being normal around Diana

The underwater click-like dolphin speak was cool, but still kinda dumb knowing that later Aquaman speaks underwater just fine - ngl

Nice Liquidkinetics, Mera. Amber you're still a cunt.

Also, Mera says her parents died - Wasn't her father alive in Aquaman??

Victor seeing the bat-signal explains how he knew how to find them, honest

The badass entry of Bruce, Diana, and Barry makes me laugh

Barry is far too close to Bruce

Victor scared Barry LMFAOOOO

If Victor's father is the head of STAR Labs where the fuck is Harrison Wells?????

THEY LEFT BARRY BEHIND, ASSHOLES

Diana's annoyance at Barry running ahead is such a Mom thing

Stephen using the bug thing makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE

Diana trying to make a plan and it getting ruined fits with the exasperated Mom theme she's got going on.

THE SONG HEN DIANA GOES AGAINST STEPHEN WOLF, THE FUCKING VOCALS ALONG MAKE ME HYPE AS SHIIIIIIIIT

"I Belong To No One" I FUCKING LOVE IT

HEEEEEEEEELL of a push Barry lmfaooo

"Thank you Alfred" "Don't mention it" Mans is bored of your shit

"Sword Lady" LMFAOOOOOOO

Diana's x-move thing against Stephen Wolf YAAAAAAAAS BITCH

Diana saving Barry's ass - Accurate!

Victor taking over the Crawler makes more sense this way, honest

OKAY YOU AN ACTUALLY SEE AQUAMAN IN THE WATER AND IT MAKES IT MAKE SO MUCH MORE SENSE

That jump onto the crawler was smooth as fuck Diana!

Stephen Wolf getting visions from the boxes also explains a lot about some shit

"I know the requirements, I wrote them" Suuuuuuubtle lmfaoo

Victor brining the box them also fits better

Why is this Stone looking mother fucker speaking Latin?

Hello Darkseid, you look particularly dramatic this evening

Victor's explaining how he knows about the box makes a lot of sense, why was this cut again??

Actually explaining the fucking Mother Box was Helpful

Mrs. Kent and Lois having a heart to heart holy shiiiit

Martha talking about how Clark's death was drowned out by Superman's - wooow

WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH MARTHA'S EYES IS THAT J'ONN J'ONZZ?! THATS THE MARTIAN MANHUNTER HOLY FUCK IT'S J'ONN J'ONZZ

Ironic that Ezra-Flash's hero is Superman while Grant Gustin's hero is superman lmfao

Diana and Arthur chatting was cute, the quote was awesome and the Atlantians totally copped that quote from the Amazonians

Alfred being a sarcastic fuck is my favorite

Alfred being the voice of reason, as always

Arthur helping Barry pick a hat is AMAZING

Diana telling the boys to change, mom or big sister?? lmfaoo

Barry's social awkwardness gives me second hand embarrassment

This little infiltration arc makes SO MUCH more fucking sense

Every one being suited up and triggering the alarm is amazing

Mr. Stone fucking trusting his son is my faaaaaavorite

THE SUITS ACTIVATED AND CAME OUT WHEN CLARK WAS MOVED PAST THEM DUDE WTF

IS LOIS PREGNANT?!?!?!

Barry looks like he's about to throw up

BARRY HAS ALREADY TIME TRAVELLED THAT LINE SHOULDVE BEEN KEPT IN

Arthur being antsy about not doing the resurrection makes so much sense

VICTOR SEEING A POSSIBLE FUTURE IS THE BEST SHIT

I love vision-Diana's Norse burial

EVIL VISION-SUPERMAN DUDE CMON

THE MISUNDERSTANDING MAKES THIS WORSE AND BETTER AT THE SAME TIME

HE REVERSED TIME WHEN HE RESURRECTED SUPERMAN WHAAAAAAAAT

The Military arriving was a sensible addition

The fancy ass dramatic ass arrival of Aquaman, Wonder Woman, Flash, and Cyborg when Superman gets to the monument is hilarious

Victor loosing control is the woooooorst

The Lasso of Truth almost got through to him but he's a stubborn fuck

Superman functioning in Flashtime is something I will never understand

Yeah lets shoot at the guy whose indestructible, right

"you should probably move" LMFAOOOO

Batman v. Superman part 2 insert eye roll here

headbutts like children - and that's cheating on the playground Clark.

Heat vision makes so much more sense than "do you bleed?"

Lois coming in cluuuuutch

I like Lois' appearance better than Alfred bringing her, it fits Lois better

Arthur and Barry now have rivalry lmfaooo

Mr. Stone being obsessed with the mother box is annoying as fuck

Mr. Stone is an idiot and he should've fucking left the box alone

That was a horrible death why was that necessary?!

Arthur being a pessimist in this movie is honestly hilarious, tho why is he anti-love??

Barry being surprised at Batman's richness is never not funny

"I'll take that as a yes" okay Clark, don't show off

IS LOIS PREGNANT OR NOT?!

"Its really me Ma" Best scene of the whole fucking movie

Barry and Arthur heart-to -heart "I thought you didn't car" "I never said that" BUILD THIS FRIENDSHIP

BRUCE TELLS DIANA OF THE VISION

Bruce talking about faith never bodes well

THE QUEEN LOOKS BEAUTIFUL

"uh with the power of love" "Barry" LMFAOOOOOO

THE KRYPTONIAN SUITS LOOK AMAZING

Since when does Superman have Geokinesis??

I LOVE HOW BOTH OF HIS FATHERS ARE TALKING TO HIM I FUCKING LOVE IT

THE SUIT UP SCENE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME IT LOOKS AWESOME

"just have to knock a little louder" Well, that's one way to knock Bruce

Nice crash boy

Straight up sounded like "Loud and queer" lmfaoooo

Diana leading the teeeeeeeaaaam Hell Yes!

I do miss the "I think we're all gonna die" lasso-Arthur scene tho. it was stupid - but funny.

DIANA COMING IN FOR THAT SLICE AND DICE BAYBEEEEY

THE TEAM SHOOOOT YES totally taken from Marvel but fuck did it look good

"you really are out of your mind" says the idiot who talks to fish

"not done yet" vs "your welcome" I like the second one better

Glorious hair Arthur lmfaoo

Fucking chair eject

NICE SHISH-KA-BOB ARTHUR FUCK

Alfred doesn't even fucking blink when Clark arrives

ARTHURS TRIDENT DOES THE WAVY THING ON LAND TOO BROOOO

Oh yeah, step back for the demi-god princess

DONT PISS OFF DIANA AND DO NOT USE HER FAMILY TO FUCK WITH HER IT NEVER ENDS WELL

The familiar flash buildup power ring will never not make me happy

Daaaaaayum Diana!!

Nice catch Arthur

Diana knows her mother and sisters are alive bc they sent the arrow to her, so why is he even trying it??

NICE SAVE SUPERMAN!!

"Not impressed" Smooooooth

THAT FINAL BATTLE IS FUCKING AWESOME

TIME TRAVEL

BADASS DIANA WITH THAT DEPCAPITATION

You sent Today at 5:44 PM

Them all standing there was straight up "Fuck with us, I dare you"

The epilogue was great but that dream was confusing, are we doing Alt-universe shit??

MARTIAN MOTHER FUCKING MANHUNTER BITCHEEEEEEEEEEZZ

IS LOIS PREGNANT OR NOT?!

#Justice League #Justice League Snyder Cut #Snyder Cut

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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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Look To The Stars

This takes place far on the future of the Supreme Family Chaos series!

She wanted to scream. To cry. But she couldn't find it in herself to do so. She had to watch her mother die in front of her and couldn't do a single thing about it. Stephen came through a portal mortally wounded with Athena and had just enough strength to tell her that she still had Quill and Hunter. He used a spell that would alert them to the situation and said his goodbyes to Valerie before breathing his last. Athena, Stephen's ever loyal wolf, had been connected to the sorcerer's lifeline and died with him with her head on his leg. It was almost poetic.

The rest of her family and the team had died a long time ago, and she was left alone in the tower that was far too quiet. She remembered a time when it was always chaotic and full of love, friends, and camaraderie. Now it was desolate and cold with no one to fill the silence. The Earth's Sorcerer Supreme finally fell to a greater being after decades of defending this reality and it was when Valerie truly hated the gift of longevity she was born with. Her parents were gone, her siblings, her aunts and uncles...all gone. She was alone and scared with no idea if her Uncle Quill got Stephen's message. So she did the only thing she could think of.

She stayed with her mother's body and cried into his shoulder even long after he had grown cold. Valerie didn't know how long she stayed like that. Time was inconsequential to her like it had been for Stephen for quite a while. Diana would have stepped up as the next Sorcerer Supreme but she had fallen in battle years ago. Everyone had been a fighter but Valerie and that's why she was still alive. She stayed out of harm's way.

"I don't know what to do Mama...I'm scared...so scared. I don't want to be alone."

She cried for days...and cried harder when a spell that Stephen had cast on himself and Athena finally activated and turned their bodies into a swarm of blue butterflies. One by one they disappeared to return to the magic in the world until finally none remained. Her mother was truly gone then...and was what got her to scream in despair. Days passed with seemingly endless tears and no hint of a celestial coming to get her, and she finally cried herself out at the end of the first week.

She felt nothing after that.

Valerie just went up to her room and laid down to wait for whatever happened first. Starvation... sickness...end of the world? She didn't care anymore. Valerie just curled up into a ball. She didn't have to wait long though. The next day, the eighth day, she heard voices in the tower since she had left her bedroom door open. Heavy footsteps raced up the stairs to her room and the next thing she knew, she was looking at green eyes full of worry and sympathy.

"Oh baby girl…" Quill whispers before getting up from his crouch and sitting on her bed to gather her into strong arms. Fresh tears of relief and sadness spilled from her eyes as the god held her close to familiar warmth. "Pack up her stuff. Clothes, necessities...whatever. Get it all and put it on the ship."

Valerie didn't pay any more attention after that. She was completely exhausted and finally had someone familiar taking care of her and let herself fall asleep with that knowledge.

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Quill sighs and rubs the back of his neck after he silently closes the door to the captain's quarters. Valerie would stay in there for now until they got back to the bigger ship that was home to the Ravagers he led, and there he would have to open up a room by his. One word and the crew wouldn't touch her but Quill would still want her nearby.

"Dad."

The celestial looks up at his son who had put the last box full of Valerie's belongings aside in a storage room. "You got everything?"

"I think so."

"Alright. Stay and keep an eye on her while I go...close up shop."

Hunter nods and Quill exits the ship to go back up to the penthouse and looks around once more. Just after grabbing Valerie's stuffed cow and teddy bear from the couch, a couple of things she never grew out of, he turned and stopped immediately. There in the corner by the elevator was the cloak of levitation floating listlessly...almost like it was depressed. Well, it did lose its most recent master.

"What do I do about you?" Quill asks it. "Do you want to stick with Val?" Levi perks up at his question and he smirks. "Alright. You can come. Friday...initiate Celestial Protocol after we leave."

"Yes, Mr. Quill." The AI responds softly.

Quill leaves the penthouse and takes the elevator back to the hangar and reboards the ship with Levi. The Celestial Protocol would shut down the tower completely and activate a defense barrier that only Hunter or Quill could deactivate in case they came back to Earth. It was one of the last protocols Tony made before he passed...before Scott was…

The god shakes the thought out of his head as he sits at the helm on the flight deck and takes off toward space. It only took about twenty minutes to leave the planet's atmosphere and dock the Milano on the home ship, and Hunter started taking Valerie's things to the room she would be staying in once Quill told him which one. For now, he would take her to his room until she was feeling better and starting to adjust. So he retrieves her from the bedroom on the Milano and takes her to the much bigger Captain's Quarters on the Ravager ship and gets her tucked in before sitting beside her on the bed.

Hunter joined them a couple of hours later and sat on Valerie's other side so that she was safely between the two of them.

"I'm going to have to talk to the crew." Quill finally says after about half an hour of watching TV in silence.

"You mean you're going to threaten them."

"Nah. They can be assholes but they know how to treat a girl. If I ask them to treat her like a princess, they will. No questions asked." Quill sighs and gets up. "Keep and eye on her while I go talk to them."

"Sure." Hunter nods and fixes the heavy blanket over his friend as his father leaves the room.

Quill gathered all the Ravagers and asked them to treat Valerie with respect, and he didn't get a single protest. In fact, they seemed determined to keep her safe which came as no surprise. He told them story after story about his life on Earth, and when he got the notification of Stephen's passing, he told them all about the girl. The god told them of her kindness and her timid nature, and that she was not a fighter. It would probably take time for her to warm up to them, especially after losing someone so dear to her, but they seemed to understand.

They actually went out of their way to make her feel at home when Valerie finally decided to explore the ship. They gave her directions to areas she might enjoy, and if she looked lost, they dropped everything and helped her find her way. They treated her like a princess and Quill never actually used that term. In a way, she was their princess. They taught her about space food and when she had a good idea of what everything was and how the kitchen in the mess hall worked, she even cooked for them.

Not only did it bring some life back into her eyes, but their usual cook was practically banned from the kitchen. Valerie had always been an amazing cook and it carried over to foreign space food. Even Quill was impressed. He and Hunter took her to planets they deemed safe, and she enjoyed looking at all the different types of wildlife and foliage. When she was on the ship, she enjoyed sitting with Flynn and Emir who were both still alive and kicking after so many years, thanks to Quill. She supposed Flynn still nibbled on Quill's fingers, and Emir got a few bites in whenever they rough houses.

Poor Emir though, he had the same sadness in his eyes that Quill had. Scott had been his human and the man was gone. The tiger took pride in protecting and comforting Scott when the god was away, and that behavior seemed to redirect itself to Flynn and then eventually Valerie. It wasn't uncommon for her to wake up and find both animals and Levi surrounding her in a warm and safe cocoon. Those were the days that made it feel like she was back at home sometimes.

Having Hunter around helped as well. They'd always been close and they were the same age so they had a lot more in common. He did his very best to make her feel at home too and usually his presence was more than enough. The two always had a special bond. One formed over years and years of growing up together. It was a shame Hailey didn't inherit Quill's celestial gene like Hunter did. They both missed her.

Valerie did feel better over time. Something she had plenty of. She never put herself in danger, and if she ever found herself in any, she was always herded away to safety whether it was by a Ravager, Quill, or even Hunter. If they were going to a dangerous planet for a job, she stayed on the main ship and usually Hunter stayed behind with her just to keep her company. There were times he went with his father to help though.

Now was one of the times Hunter stayed behind. They were sitting in the observation deck looking out the large domed window at the stars when Valerie sighed.

"You okay?" Hunter asks softly.

"It's... really beautiful out here but at the same time...it feels cold and lonely." Valerie says.

"I guess it would if you're stuck here." He replies. "It's why we try to take you with us on some planets. Even we can get tired of all of this."

"I guess I can kind of see why uncle Quill didn't want to bring your dad and Hailey out here."

"He didn't want to bring you either, but more than that, he didn't want to leave you alone."

Valerie lays her head on his shoulder. "I don't want to be alone. I hate it."

"You won't be." He wraps an arm around her. "Never again."

#valerie stark strange (oc)#hunter harris quill (oc)#peter quill #mama bear au

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hildorien · 4 years

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Mariner’s Wife might look pretty out of place in the Lost Tales. It’s a story about some random failing marriage, you may say, but you are wrong. In my thesis, the story of the Mariner’s wife is basically a giant metaphor for the two paths that Numenor could take in terms of its foreign policy, as well as how morality and religion play into this choice. That’s why this quote is so freaking awesome.

Basically, you have two sides in this conflict; expansionism or isolationism, represented by Aldarion and Erendis. Aldarion propels Numenor (his father is on the throne for most of the piece) to go back to Middle-earth and get involved (he loves the sea, he loves adventure, etc) while Erendis doesn’t love the sea, he hates it. She loves Numenor, their little valinor like Paradise, she doesn’t see the profit in expansion nor in looking east-ward. She wishes for isolation. At different times, the two viewpoints are supported by the people of Numenor. Erendis more so, as their beloved almost princess Diana-like celebrity, but Aldarion is loved by the people who gravitate towards that sense of adventure.

It’s easy to assume that this is a case in which, through hindsight Erendis has the right idea, because we know what kind of empire Numenor will turn into, even in this we are seen that the mannish peoples of middle earth are already fucking done with numenor bumping into their buisness, but that’s ignoring the straight up fact that without Numenor’s involvement in Middle-earth, the elves’ are straight fucked. Just completely fucked. Sauron is beating down on them, Gil-galad is sending a letter to Aldarion’s father for help, they need aid. It’s not as simple as Erendis is right because hindsight, in the world the second age Numenor not taking action would be abandoning fav favorites Gil-galad and Elrond and many other elves’ to Sauron, and that would suck. Erendis’ stance would have them do that though, stay isolationist and let Middle-earth deal with their own issues and shortcomings. They are not Numenor’s problem. So that begs the question; what should they do?

This comes to ahead here; “am in too great doubt to rule. To prepare or to let be? To prepare for war, which is yet only guessed: train craftsmen and tillers in the midst of peace for bloodspilling and battle: put iron in the hands of greedy captains who will love only conquest, and count the slain as their glory? Will they say to Eru: At least your enemies were amongst them? Or to fold hands, while friends die unjustly: let men live in blind peace, until the ravisher is at the gate? What then will they do: match naked hands against iron and die in vain, or flee leaving the cries of women behind them? Will they say to Eru: At least I spilled no blood?”

If you are the leader in this situation, it’s very clear that there isn’t an easy win here. The logic behind each action will come with consequences. Like the use of Eru here is palpable because it’s relating in a way to the concept that the only one who will truly know which was the better choice here is god herself who holds all the answers anyway.

[There is also a very interesting angle here religiously this is the best subtle use of Tolkien’s religious underpinnings in his work that’s there ever been. Like with the edain we have an idea that they have their own concepts of what happens after death but we don’t have a lot of concrete concepts to what those concepts are sorta a speak; we know that they have a messiah myth (i.e. jesus) but we don’t know much else, however, here we see a character just speak of religion freely and as if it was common. Here we see that at least the people of numenor and maybe the edain) believe that in the end they will see god herself and get to even talk to god/god will have some opinions (tm) about their actions. I think it’s just a cool subtle thing as someone who loves edain religion (along with edain in general) it’s nice to see some of the themes we see in other edainic works come back around in their descendants because frankly it’s pretty rare as the numenoreans and later on the other elf kin humans tend to try and be eldar lite than edain but sigh)]

We know how it ends though; Numenor makes the choice to go with Expansionism/Aldarion and that carries them into their twilight years and eventual pompeii-ing by god. Erendis and her way of life is replaced and eventually dies a very slow, very long death. It’s easy to feel like they made the wrong choice; but I don’t think either choice was going to yield good long-term returns. Isolationism that is represented by Erendis doesn’t make her happy. Neither Aldarion or Erendis are happy, their lives both suck in the end which I think is a metaphor for the fact that neither choice was going to be for the best. Isolation in Tolkien is always seen with nostalgia for me, like “woah what a great time that was,”but looking at it in practice, no isolationist society in Tolkien will ever win.

Dorirath and Gondolin stand out to me, that they have a “fuck you, got mine” until evil is at their door and all their allies are already gone and no one can help them so they are destroyed. It’s even referenced here as one of the options to what is probably going to happen if they remain isolationist by the upper quote. This kind of nuance is why I don’t feel comfortable with being #TeamAldarion or #TeamErendis in regards to their foreign policy (in terms of gender theory, Erendis all the fucking way, oh boy.); because I just don’t know if it is that simple to boil it down to one or the other.

IN CONCLUSION; The mariners wife is about a very flawed marriage but even more than that it is about a very flawed political system full of just what seems like bad choices all with secondary effects. This quote will continue to resonate with me for how it perfectly illustrates that when it comes to politics not everything is so simply easy. In the end, the only person who truly knows what is going to happen is God, because she holds all the cards.

#edain #numenor #mariner's wife #silm #second age #tea with milk #edain quote round up #meta

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razieltwelve · 4 years

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Exile (Final Rose)

Anna folded her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry, Diana, but we have to kick you out of the group.” Behind her, Rikku, Yuffie, and Neo all nodded in agreement. “This just isn’t working anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Diana asked.

Anna sighed. “When this group was first founded, it was with a single purpose: to complain about tall people.” Again, Rikku, Yuffie, and Neo all nodded in agreement. Neo, in particular, was nodding with great enthusiasm. “Unfortunately, you just don’t fit in anymore.”

“Why not?”

Anna’s eye twitched. “Diana, let me ask you a question. Are you currently looking down at me?”

“What are you... oh.” Diana snickered. “That’s right. I finally got my growth spurt, so I’m not short anymore.”

It was true. Over the past year, Diana had gone from being a scrawny, tiny ragamuffin of a teen into someone who looked a great deal like her mom, albeit not quite as tall yet.

Anna’s eye twitched again. “Yes. That’s right. While the rest of us appear to have stopped growing, you have shot up like a weed. As such, you no longer qualify for membership in this exclusive group.”

“Are you just bitter because I’m not short anymore, but you’ll all be short forever?” Diana was handling this most delicate area of inquiry with all the subtlety of an avalanche. “Because I can totally live with that since, you know, I’m finally not tiny.”

Anna’s face contorted. “We are not bitter. We just don’t think it would be appropriate to have someone as tall as you in our group. It just wouldn’t be right.”

Diana tried to keep herself from laughing and failed miserably. Ignoring the glares she got from the other four girls, she just gave in and laughed her ass off. “Oh, this is too good. Now, I finally understand why Averia used to tease me about my height.” Diana straightened and then reached over to pat Anna on the head. “It’s all right. I wouldn’t want to intrude. After all, I’m no longer as short as the rest of you. I suppose I’ll have to hang out with the tall people from now on.”

“...” Anna’s jaw clenched. “Yes. I suppose you will.”

“Farewell, my old friends,” Diana said, waving dramatically. “I shall always look back on the time we shared with great fondness.” She smirked. “Or should I say that I will always look down on the time we shared with great fondness.”

Anna took a deep breath to calm herself. It didn’t work. “Diana, has anyone told you that you can be utterly insufferable.”

“On this particular issue? Yes. Many people have.” Diana put her hands on her hips and loomed to her full height. “But, you know what, I could get used to being the tall person in a room. The view is so much better from up here.” She smiled benevolently. “I honestly don’t know how you short people manage - oof!”

Anna tackled Diana to the ground. “Stop teasing me about being short!”

X X X

“So... let me get this straight,” Claire said as she pried Anna off Diana. The princess could no longer reach Diana, but that didn’t stop her from kicking one leg out and hurling her shoe at her teammate. “Anna is trying to murder you because you literally outgrew the club full of short people that you formed to complain about tall people.”

“That’s right.” Diana caught the shoe out of the air. “Anna just can’t deal with the fact that I’ve outgrown her in both a physical and figurative sense.”

“Keep talking,” Anna hissed. “You’re just digging your grave deeper.”

“Could you stop trying to break free?” Claire asked. The other three had decided to simply stand back and watch. Apparently, any ire they felt toward Diana was outweighed by the amusement they derived from watching Anna try to murder her. “Honestly, this is what I get for trying to help.” She shook her head at Diana. “The next time I see someone trying to kill you, maybe I should just keep walking.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that Anna is sensitive about her lack of height. I mean, you’d think she would have outgrown her shortcomings by now, but I guess you can’t always live up to your ideals - gah!” Diana ducked as Anna somehow managed to kick her other shoe at her.

“Let me go right now,” Anna growled at Claire.

“Not happening,” Claire replied flatly. “And, please, stop struggling. We both know that you’re not getting free until I let go.”

“I am a princess.”

“Yes, and you look like you’re about to bite me in a bid to get free.”

“Would it work?” Anna bared her teeth. “Because I am totally willing to try.”

“Nope,” Claire replied. “I’ve got enough Aura to reinforce my arm. The only thing you’d do is hurt your jaw.”

“I see.” Anna went limp and then tried to wrench herself free. “Rikku, Yuffie, Neo, help me!”

“Nope,” Yuffie shook her head. “This is way too fun to interrupt.”

“It’s okay.” Diana patted Anna on the head and then jerked her hand back to avoid Anna’s teeth. “One of these days, when you’re a big girl, you’ll understand that sometimes, you just have to accept that some things - like your height - stay the same but others - like my height - change.”

“Your cousin won’t be around all the time.” Anna scowled. “And when she finally let’s go of me...”

“Yes, yes, you’ll have your revenge.” Diana shrugged. “I think I can handle your revenge, Anna.”

“We’ll see.” Anna did her best to cackle malevolently. Unfortunately, her awkward position - held off the ground by Claire - made it come out as more of a ragged wheeze. “You’ll pay for this, Diana. Believe me, you’ll pay for this.”

X X X

Author’s Notes

Diana really did shoot up like a weed once she reached a certain point. This was due to Ragnarok finally completing all of the groundwork it had been doing, freeing up the resources necessary for Diana to finally begin growing like a normal person. As a result, Diana went from being the shortest person on her team to the tallest in the span of a year. By the time she turned eighteen, she was the same height as Fang and was an inch taller than Lightning and Averia. She did not accept her ‘victory’ with good grace. Oh no. After years of being the short one and being teased about it, she mercilessly teased both Lightning and Averia, which resulted in her running for her life and using Fang as a human shield. She almost died, but it was totally worth it for her.

Incidentally, when Anna and Claire have kids, Anna is inordinately pleased by the fact that her kids end up taller than Diana’s kids (those Snow height genes are very powerful). Sure, it’s not like she ‘beat’ Diana, but her kids being taller is the next best thing... at least until her kids start asking her why they’re so tall and she’s so short.

I also write original fiction, which you can find on Amazon here. I’ve recently released two stories, Attempted Adventuring and Surviving Quarantine, as well as two audiobooks, Two Necromancers, a Bureaucrat, and an Army of Golems and Two Necromancers, a Dragon, and a Vampire. If you like humour, action, and adventure, be sure to check them out.

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enchantingkittengaditor · 4 years

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The Charmed | 01: Lovely

POV: Olivia Rodriguez

They’d sent a private jet to pick me and one of the other girls up from Australia and Canada respectfully. Over the course of the near 28 hours of the flight, I’d read up on the other three scholarship girls and the school hoping that I’d be able to talk to them about something.

I’d packed everything I could have ever needed from my surfboard to all of my clothes that I could fit into my suitcase. I’d been given a bunch of snacks and mementos from my friends, from Tim Tams and friendship necklaces to vegemite to photos of us when we were younger.

While we were waiting for the final girl at a train station we were chatting about nothing and getting stared at by passers-by for the fact we were sitting in a horse-drawn carriage.

“Wait so you grew up here in London?” Lucy asked the girl who’d been waiting in the carriage when we’d arrived at the airport.

“Yeah but not this side of London. Mainly what I guess people would call the wrong side of the tracks,” Catina responded.

“Would either of you be interested in trying a Tim Tam with your tea and crumpets?” I asked them, pulling out the packet from my backpack.

“What are they?” Lucy asked me.

“They look like Penguins,” Catina said looking at them suspiciously.

“Do you both know why people in the northern hemisphere call snacks after animals?” I asked them.

“I don’t know,” a new voice said. “Hi, I’m Holly. I’m guessing this is the ride to princess charm school?”

“You’ve got the right horse-drawn carriage,” I joked to her, Catina scooting over to allow her to sit next to her.

“Do any of you know anything about Princess Charm School except what’s broadcast?” She asked as the scary security guard placed her bags on the back of the carriage. “I mean what does the public truly know about this place except royalty goes there?”

“I wish I could tell you, my little sister Chloe could answer all of your questions,” Catina spoke up.

“You miss her?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah but this is a chance for a better life for her and my mum. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her,” Catina said smiling at the thought of her sister.

“She means a lot to you doesn’t she?” Holly asked.

“She’s my whole world. I love her to bits,” She responded.

“That’s really sweet,” Lucy said.

The rest of the trip was like this each of us sharing things about our lives and our families. That was until we saw the gates of the school where we all became silent at the sight.

“Two days ago we were normal teenagers worrying about normal things, and now we’re here at Princess Charm School waiting to meet the next stage of our lives as Lady Royals,” Holly said what we were all thinking inside, “We’re screwed aren’t we?”

“Yup,” we all said in unison staring at the intimidating walls of the school.

POV: Catina Williams

“What should we do?” Lucy piped up after about ten minutes of us just standing in front of the doors too intimidated to go in.

“I think we should go in. People are starting to stare at us. It’s not like we weren’t sticking out before but we definitely are now,” I told them. “On three.” We looked at each other.

“Two,” Lucy said.

“One,” Holly said.

“Now,” we all said, Holly and Olivia pushed the door open as we all stepped forward.

“That was dramatic,” Olivia said, as we burst out laughing.

“Maybe we should try to find someone to help us,” Holly suggested while we looked around in awe.

WROOF! And I’m on the floor.

“Hello! Aren’t you a cute little doggo,” I smile down at the golden retriever that jumped on me, causing me to fall on the floor. “Prince is that your name buddy.”

“You must be the scholarship girls. We don’t usually find our future lady royals sprawled on the floor,” A shortish brunette lady said.

“I’m so sorry, he’s just so energetic and sociable,” I said getting up and brushing myself off.

“Not usually. He’s always quite shy. Go lie down, Prince! Welcome to Princess Charm School, ladies. I’m Danielle Anderson, and I’m the headmistress here.” She said as we started moving.

“Thank you it’s an honour,” Lucy spoke up for all of us as we stepped in unison.

“Shall I take you to your locker?” she asked us as we kept moving forward, “Princess Charm School was founded on the principals of building young ladies with character and confidence. Preparing them for royal life, for nearly six centuries. Some of our notable graduates include Princess Diana, the six wives of King Henry VIII and Queen Elizabeth.

“In fact, we were founded by Catalina de Aragon as she believed in the education of women at least to the extent this school offered at the time. The lottery began in 1952, it was one of Queen Elizabeth’s first acts as queen. So that normal girls like you could have the chance to improve their social standing and help their families.”

“Wow! This is incredible,” Lucy said spinning, “I can’t wait till we’re all Lady Royals and live in castles!”

“Ah. You all know that only 27% of the lottery girls make it through to graduation each year. Do you all have what it takes?” She asked.

“I think we all do,” Holly said looking at each of us as she said it.

“Good. Ahh, here they are. Here are your lockers and three of your personal princess assistants. Where’s Grace?” she asked as we looked at the fairies in front of us.

“Catina Williams? I’m looking for Catina Williams,” a pink flying fairy said before she hit me with a cupcake.

“Hi. You must be Grace, I’m Catina Williams,” I said catching the fairy as she fell.

“At your service? You want a change of clothes?” the fairy asked

“Sure,” I told her, unsure of what was going to happen.

POV: Lucy Davis

“Time for a locker tour!” the orange fairy said. “It has everything a princess student needs. Books, pens, paper, makeup mirrors, sparkle purse collection and of course, emergency pumps! Then, we’ve got your beauty supplies. Jewel-encrusted hairbrush, shiny lipstick… Oh, I love this perfume!”

“Slow down, maybe we should introduce ourselves first. I’m Harmony, I’m Olivia’s assistant,” The purple fairy said, “This is Caprice, she’s Lucy’s assistant,” she pointed to the blue fairy, “This is Rina, she’s Holly’s assistant,” pointing to the purple fairy this time, “And you’ve all meet Grace, she’s Catina’s assistant as you may have gathered.” They all waved as we waved back.

“OK, do you want us to help you with your bags and show you your dorm, your roommates are already there,” said Caprice.

“Sure let’s go,” I said, “So who are our roommates?”

“Princess Sophie of Maurya and Princess Naomi of Van Lang. They were the only princesses who wanted the scholarship kids, sorry,” Rina said as she directed us to our dorms.

“You’re next to each other. In adjoining rooms actually,” Caprice said as she tried to push open a door.

“Let me help,” I said pushing the door open.

“This place is incredible,” Olivia said staring at the room.

“You must be our new roommates,” a girl said coming from one of the two adjoining rooms, “I’m Sophie and that’s Naomi, she’s currently editing her music. I’m sorry I don’t know your names, well I do but not to the faces.”

“I guess I’ll introduce us,” I said to them as Sophie got Naomi to pay attention, “I’m Lucy, I’m from Canada. The one with the crazy hair is Holly, from Oxford. The brunette’s Olivia, from Australia. And then goldie locks is Catina and she’s actually from London.”

“Hi,” Catina said offering her hand form them to shake, “Call me Cat if you want. Can I ask which room are we each in?”

“I think Cat and Holly are with me and you two are with Naomi. I can show you where you can put your stuff away and find your uniform, we have to be at the opening assembly in 5 minutes.”

They walked into the room on the right of the small living room between the two rooms. While we walked into the other one.

Once we were finished getting changed into our uniforms we had to run toward the pavilion where the assembly was being held, grabbing the last seats at the back.

“You guys need your training tiara’s,” one of the older girls said passing us each a very plain tiara. “Don’t lose them. Angela is a devil about keeping them, you don’t you’ll get detention for the rest of the year. Take it from me, I lost mine in my first year. I’m a scholarship kid too. These guys’ parents can afford to replace them ours can’t, trust me on that one.”

“Thank you,” we said in unison to her turning our attention towards headmistress Anderson and Dame Jones on the stage.

POV: Holly Smith

“Welcome, students. And dogs. Tonight, you begin the greatest challenge of your life. Training to be a princess or lady royal. The most important jobs in the realm. Don’t get too used to them. Only those that succeed this year will earn more realistic ones. Fail as a princess-in-training and you will lose that privilege forever. We have very high expectations of you. Everyone must attend every class on time and in uniform. And your grades must be excellent! That said, I believe every one of you has princess talent inside of them. Work hard and you will succeed,” She said before Dame Jones coughed, “ I’m so sorry, Dame Devon. Do you have a nasty little tickle in your throat there? Would you like a glass of water?”

“I want a proper introduction!” she responded to headmistress Anderson.

“Of course. Students, Dame Anderson, everyone,” Headmistress Anderson said to all of us.

“I have an earth-shattering announcement!! This will be my last year group I teach here at PCS, before I- Uh, I mean, my daughter- becomes Queen of Magna! No, no. Hold back your tears! Miss Anderson will take over my classes in her own, little way for all future generations,” She said while Miss Anderson rolled her eyes in the background, “Of course, no one knows the royal life as I do. I’ve lived at the palace ever since my dear sister Queen Isabella and her family died. And it has been my pleasure greatly.”

“IF they died! Do you know the legend?” Naomi said to us.

“What legend?” We asked in sync.

“There is a legend that Queen Isabella and her family didn’t all die in that accident,” Sophie said to us.

“And so I welcome you all to Princess Charm School. May your time be magical!” Dame Anderson finished.

“Alright, everyone! Curtsies to all then it’s time for bed!” Headmistress Anderson said to everyone.

“Favourite legend about Queen Isabella and her family? Go!” Naomi said.

“I don’t know any,” Cat responded for all of us.

“So missing out! Sophie, go!” Naomi said.

“My fave’s a simple one. Magna’s magical crown,” Sophie said.

“Mine too,” Lucy said, “It’s the only one I know.”

Just as we finished talking the bell rang and we walked back to our rooms for the night.

“So do four want to unpack or find out more about the legend of the royal family of Magna?” Naomi asked us once we got back to our room.

“I’m going to unpack and call my mum before I go to bed,” Cat told us.

“Well I for one want to know more about these legends,” Lucy said sitting down.

“Me too,” Olivia said sitting down.

“Cool, see you tomorrow Cat,” Lucy said waving to Cat before we disappeared into our room for Cat to call her family and me to call my mine while we unpacked all of our worldly possessions into our small room and closet while chatting with the people that mean the most to us and each other.

POV: Buzzfeed Unsolved Video

“That was their first night at Princess Charm School from their new book but the majority of our story takes place in their second year and the discovery that has lead one of our old Unsolved mysteries to be solved, which is what we’re going to be talking today,” Ryan said to Shane who was playing with his pencil.

“Wait, one of our unsolved mysteries got solved?”

“Yeah. It was, by six 17-year-olds who attended the PCS in London, England.”

“Wait they solved it and we couldn’t?”

“I think the biggest mystery is how Interpol didn’t.”

“I mean that is a big mystery. Like they get paid to do this and actually solve them and they got beat by six teenagers who attend a school for Princesses.”

“I mean four of them were scholarship kids and they did have the help of two teachers and some of the best facilities in the world and labs.”

“This is just bizarre. Please continue with this.”

“Is it more bizarre than ghosts and demons?”

“No. But it’s up there.”

“You think that the fact six teens solved this is crazier than ghosts existing?”

“Yes, Ryan.”

#barbie princess charm school #barbie #buzzfeed unsolved #h2o just add water #high school #writing #My writing #england #royalty #royalty!au #royalty au

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carrotsofavonlea · 5 years

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You Can’t Thwart Destiny

Chapter nine: Fool’s Gold

Anne and Gilbert agreed to meet Nate at the mines before returning back to the palace so they could get the money.

Gilbert kept some money hidden in his room, so he and Anne decided to sneak up, knowing Bash was usually busy during the day.

Anne felt a little awkward being in Gilbert's room. It was just a room in her palace, but it still seemed so private like she was trespassing. He had left a sweater discarded on the back of a chair and her copy of Jane Eyre that she'd given back to him to borrow was left on the desk. It was nice, like seeing pieces of his personality scattered about the place. She noticed a small photograph on his bedside table and carefully picked it up.

It was a younger Gilbert, looking about six years old and smiling a goofy grin, missing one of his front teeth. He was with what looked like his father. The man also had a smile. It wasn't an official royal photo, it was a private, family photo.

"That's me and my father." Gilbert came up behind her, pointing the the photo.

She could feel he was stood very close to her, and couldn't bring herself to turn around.

"What about your mother?"

He stepped back and she finally turned around. "She died when I was born. It was just my father and I for so long. But he also got sick...so the kingdom is my responsibility now."

Anne looked down a moment and then met his eyes. "My parents both died when I was a baby too. That's why Marilla is in charge, until I'm old enough and married."

She felt herself blush at the word "married" for some reason. "But I think I'm capable of running the kingdom by myself. And this money will prove that to Marilla."

"I don't doubt for a second you'll be the greatest Queen this Kingdom has ever known."

They held each other's gaze again, Anne feeling her heart in her throat.

"Anne?" Gilbert whispered, stepping closer to her.

"Yeah?" She looked up at him, deciding that whatever was about to happen she would let happen.

"I...I uh," he tilted his head and she began to lean in to.

"Blythe?" Bash's voice made them jump about ten feet apart.

"Bash?" Gilbert's voice increased an octave. "Why are you here? You're normally busy helping with wedding prep."

Bash looked at Anne and then grinned. "Glad to see you two finally getting along. Maybe too well?"

Gilbert and Anne exchanged an awkward glance.

"What? No. Ew!"

"Gross. We're not-"

They started talking over each other and Bash just laughed. "Ah, young lovers."

"We're not-" Anne began to say but Bash had already started leaving.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. I won't tell the Duchess."

Anne hid her burning face in her hands. Gilbert awkwardly shuffled on his feet.

"I'll uh...get the money." He said and disappeared to find a bag of coins.

Anne put her hand over her heart, trying to calm it down. That was a close call…

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"Anne?" Diana caught Anne and Gilbert sneaking down the staircase. "Are you going somewhere?"

Anne froze but Gilbert handled the situation. "We're going on a stroll around the castle grounds."

Diana looked at Anne, "Is that true?"

Anne nodded, "Uh huh, yep. We're going on a platonic stroll. As friends."

Diana narrowed her eyes and Anne knew she couldn't lie.

"Fine. We're going to the mines. We have a way to end this marriage."

"Anne this is dangerous." Diana grabbed her hand but Anne shook her off.

"Diana, we'll be fine. I promise."

Diana nodded, letting them go.

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Gilbert and Anne took two of the palace horses and made their way to the mines. When they arrived, Nate had already set up equipment.

He took the money from Gilbert, grinning as he did so. "This should cover the expenses. Thank you."

Gilbert seemed skeptical, but Anne placed her hand over his. "This will work. And then we'll be free. We won't have to get married."

He gave her a fake smile, his stomach sinking a little.

"Freedom." He tried to laugh and Anne smiled back.

"You ready?" Nate clapped his hands together enthusiastically. "I'll show you where the gold is."

Gilbert gestured for Anne to follow Nate and he followed behind them into the darkness. They each had a lantern.

Nate suddenly stopped walking when they reached an open cavern in the mine. There was an old mine cart, a few barrels, and some pickaxes. There were a few rocks lying about on the floor, but along the walls were flecks of gold shining from the tiny beam of light from the tunnel behind them.

Anne's eyes grew wide. She ran her hand along the walls, holding the lantern up to see better.

Nate picked up an axe and pulled some gold out of the wall, placing it in Gilbert's hand.

"Wow." He studied it, but then he noticed something. It didn't seem quite right.

"I'm going to go get some of the other guys and we'll get mining. Feel free to have a look around." Nate tipped his cap and left the mine.

Once Nate was gone, Gilbert turned to Anne. "We've been tricked."

"What? Gilbert stop being ridiculous."

He held up the gold. "This isn't real gold. It's too sparkly, a bit like a diamond. Gold isn't like this. It's pyrite."

"Pyrite?"

"More commonly known as-"

"Fool's Gold…" Anne finished his sentence.

There came a loud noise of what sounded like rocks caving in.

Gilbert dropped the pyrite and ran through the tunnel, Anne quickly following behind.

But when they got there, they found only darkness. The entrance to the mine had fallen in.

"What the…?" Gilbert pushed against the wall. "He's locked us in?"

Anne hit the wall with her fists. "LET US OUT!" she started screaming.

"HELP!" Gilbert shouted.

"Thank you for your generous donation." Nate shouted from behind the rocks. He had tricked them.

"By order of the Princess of Avonlea I demand you let us out!"

But it was no use.

"He's probably long gone with our money." Gilbert slumped to the floor, running a hand through his hair.

" Your money." Anne corrected.

She hadn't seen him so down. Suddenly, Gilbert stood up, marching through the tunnels.

"Gilbert what are you doing?"

He kicked a rock against the wall and it broke.

"He took the pickaxe!" Gilbert became frantic. She thought he'd remain calm but he wasn't. He was angry. It was so unlike him. "We can't dig our way out. We're trapped."

He sunk to the floor, leaning back against the wall.

"I'm sorry Anne. I should've stopped this."

Anne sat down next to him. "Gilbert, Diana knows we're here. I don't doubt she's on her way right now with Jerry to come save us."

He sighed. "I know. But it's still my fault for giving him the money. I should've...I should've just grabbed your hand and run when I had a bad feeling."

"No it's my fault. I should've just done my duty and gotten married." She leaned her head back against the wall.

"You did what you thought was best for your kingdom." He looked down at his hands. "Having some random prince interfering isn't what they need. But being stuck down here with him isn't helping either."

She smiled a little, looking at him out the corner of her eye. "For what it's worth, you're not the worst person to be stuck with."

He looked down at her, "Is Princess Anne giving me an almost compliment?"

"Shut up." She playfully nudged him.

"You can't deny we're at least friends now."

She shrugged. "I don't know."

He laughed, "You know we were born to be the best of friends Anne. You've thwarted destiny long enough."

She rolled her eyes, "Is that so?"

He smiled his cheesy grin, "You can't thwart destiny Anne, no matter how hard you try."

She laughed, then sighed, letting her head fall against his shoulder. Part of her wished Diana would take her time. Once they were out of here, Anne didn't know what would happen. The wedding would probably be called off, Gilbert lost a lot of money and Marilla would no doubt start looking for a richer prince, maybe that Roy again. She shuddered at the thought.

Gilbert watched her, scared to move in case he frightened her away. He didn't know when it had started, but he knew he'd fallen for her. She wasn't afraid to challenge him, but when it came down to the important stuff, they'd found common ground. He liked how passionate she was about things, how she was willing to do whatever it takes for her kingdom.

He took a deep breath, preparing himself to tell her how he felt. "Anne, I-"

But once again he was interrupted. Anne's eye had landed on something shining on the floor and she leapt up.

"Gilbert look!"

He followed her over to where she had crouched down. It was the rock he had kicked earlier. He hadn't thought anything of it other than that it had broken when it smashed against the wall.

Anne turned it over in her hands, revealing the sparkling from inside.

"Are these-"

"Geodes." Anne smiled, holding up half of the rock, brimming with crystals.

They gave each other a knowing smile. Maybe they hadn't found gold, but they'd found crystals. The kingdom would be saved.

She dropped it, throwing her arms around Gilbert's neck. He picked her up, spinning her around. They were both caught up in the moment, forgetting that this meant they wouldn't have to get married anymore.

When Gilbert remembered, he let her down. "Congratulations." He held out his hand to her. "You're kingdom can trade these. You won't need our money...or what's left of it…"

She felt cold wash over her. "Oh...oh of course."

"We'll still be friends."

Anne looked down, "Sure... friends."

They looked at each other in silence.

"I'm going to miss you." Gilbert suddenly said. Anne looked up at him. At his stupid sad, handsome eyes. She thought about how every other prince she'd met had been stuck up and shallow. But not Gilbert. Sure they'd gotten off on the wrong foot, but that Gilbert she'd met in the market place was the real Gilbert. He was kind, he was genuine, he had ambitions. He seemed to care about things that interested her. When was she going to find a better prince?

Without thinking she stepped closer. Anne's hands clasped the back of Gilbert's neck, pulling him towards her and pressed on her tiptoes to kiss him.

His dumbstruck look when they pulled apart almost made Anne kiss him again.

"What if you stayed in Avonlea?" She scanned his face trying to read any potential signs of him rejecting her. But there was nothing but sincerity in his face. "You could still study to be a doctor, and we could rule as equals. Bash is welcome and-"

He cut her off, this time being the one to initiate the kiss. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against hers. "I thought you didn't need a prince?"

She laughed, "I don't. I just want you ."

He was about to lean in again when a muffled shout came from outside.

They ran hand in hand to the collapsed entrance.

"Anne?" Diana's voice could be heard.

"Blythe?" Bash.

"We're here!" They shouted.

"We'll get you out! Hold on!" Diana shouted.

Gilbert and Anne stood back, their hands interlocked.

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redrikki · 4 years

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Born to Float - Octavia became a criminal with her first breath. Some people are just born to float. (Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Aurora Blake)

Post-Apocalyptic Ethics 101 - Collection of dribbles & short stories. (Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, Marcus Kane, Jasper Jordan)

Coin Operated Boy - The things John Murphy does to survive. Tag to 3.10. Trigger Warning: RAPE. (John Murphy/Emori, Murphy/Ontari)

Battlestar Galactica

Persephone on New Caprica - It’s winter on New Caprica and they’re all Persephone here. A collection of short stories. (Gaius Baltar/Caprica Six, Felix Gaeta/Eight, Kara Tharce/Leoben Conroy)

Four Loves (The Canoodling on New Caprica Remix) - Three loves which died on New Caprica and one which flourished. Remix of Canoodling & Conspiracies Oh My! by raktajino. (Maya & Isis, Diana Seelix & Jammer, Boomer & God, Laura Roslin/William Adama)

The Broken Earth series Seismic Shift - Schaffa tells himself he will stop if Eitz says no. This one will be allowed to say no. The boy says nothing at all. (Schaffa, Eitz) WARNING: Child Sexual Abuse

Dark Angel

Tricks & Treats - Joshua and Alec go to a party. Joshua eats little hot dogs and is diverting. (Joshua, Alec, Rita)

Another Day at the Office - Insert zombie apocalypse. (Alec, Original Cindy, Normal)

Pooka Boo - Maybe Ben’s hallucinations started out random and fluffy too. (Alec, Max, Logan, Original Cindy, Pooka)

Dollhouse

Ms. Lonelyhearts - Adelle knew Victor was a lover at heart. (Adelle Dewitt/Victor, Sierra/Victor)

Downton Abbey

The Hedgehog’s Dilemma - “Mind my spikes.” Five warnings, four relationships and one revelation. Daemons AU. (Thomas Barrow/Duke, Thomas & Sara O'Brien, Thomas/Edward Courtney, Thomas/Jimmy Kent)

Bluestocking Girl - Four books which didn’t change Edith’s life and one letter to the editor which did. (Edith Crawley, Crawley family)

Snakes & Lions - In Thomas, Jimmy finds that courage isn’t exclusive to Gryffindors. Now if only he could find some himself. Harry Potter fusion. Part one of Houses Alike In Dignity (Thomas Barrow/Jimmy Kent)

The House Elf and the Lioness - “Honestly Sybil, he’s practically a house elf,” Mary exclaimed when she caught them kissing in the stacks. Harry Potter fusion. Part two of Houses Alike In Dignity (Sybil Crawley/Tom Branson, Mary Crawley)

The Owl & the Son-of-a-Squib - Matthew Crawley is quite shocked when an owl swoops down and drops off a letter which changes his life. Harry Potter fusion. Part three of Houses Alike In Dignity (Matthew Crawley, Isobel Crawley, Violet Crawley)

The Dragon Prince

Dragon Scales - Collection of short tumblr prompts. (Rayla, Callum, Ezran, Amaya, Soren) You Fight Like You Practice - Callum’s never been good with a sword, but the right teacher can make all the difference. Two lessons, two teachers, and one real fight. (Callum, Soren, Rayla) The Talk - Rayla and Callum finally talk about what happened the night of the assassination. (Rayla, Callum, Ezran)

Firefly

Firefly, In Brief - Collection of short stories and dribbles. (Firefly crew)

Will to Be Well (The Psychosomatic Remix) - Studies on the efficacy of acupuncture are inconclusive but, if River believes hard enough, learning the art might make her better. Remix of If I Could Will You Whole by Spiralleds (River, Inara, Jayne)

Harry Potter

Have to Start Somewhere (The Words to Rebuild Remix) - This diary belongs to Ginevra Molly Weasley and no one else. Remix of Words to Build by Elennare. (Ginny Weasley)

Interstellar

Eureka Moment - The night she solved the equation, Murph had unprotected sex for the first time in her life. (Murph/Getty)

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell

Requiescat in pace - In which Jonathan Strange discovers that returning the dead to their natural state is more difficult than he would imagine. (Jonathan Strange, dead Neapolitans)

Miraculous Ladybug

Intrepid Reporter - Alya won’t let a little thing like danger stop her from reporting the truth. (Alya, Marinette, Nino) Better Than Ice Cream - Orange, mint, and raspberry could be a tasty combination. The solution to every love triangle should be polyamory, but sometimes it’s just not that simple. (Marinette, Adrien) St. Athanase Day - Adrien and Marinette’s beret the second time around. She forgets the card but still signs her work. (Adrien, Plagg) No Sleep Til Hawkmoth - An overly-caffeinated revelation helps narrow Alya’s search for Hawkmoth (Alya, Marinette, Adrien, Nino, Chloé)

Misfits

Good Housekeeping - It’s been months since his mum kicked him out, but at least Nathan hasn’t sunk to sleeping under the flyover. He’s got a good thing going at the community center and means to keep it. (Nathan Young)

The (Non)Haunting of Nathan Young -And to think he’d scoffed when Simon had tried to warn him. Everyone you love will die. What a laugh, right? Christ, he’s been such an idiot. (Nathan Young/Kelly Bailey)

Pushing Daisies

Li'l Gumshoe - Young Penny Cod was nine years, two hours, and forty-three minutes old when she found the book which changed her life. Like hundreds of other little black girls who would encounter Li’l Gumshoe, she felt as though it had been written just for her. The difference was, Penny Cod was right. (Penny Cod, Emerson Cod, Lila Robinson, Pie Hole gang)

Orphan Black

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - There’s something magical about Uncle Felix’s flat. Maybe it’s all the art. (Kira, Felix, Cosima)

Devil’s Trap - Helena and Grace have a lot in common. (Helena, Grace)

Despite All My Rage - Rachel is still just a rat in a cage. So much for self-directed evolution. (Rachel, Aldous Leekie, Ethan Duncan)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Shadow Over Mystacor - After Shadow Weaver’s attack on Mystacor, Adora just wants to relax, but that’s hard to do when it’s all her fault. (Adora, Glimmer, Bow)

Parting Strands - Looking out for each other had been their thing, but Adora’s starting to suspect that’s over. Her thoughts during that scene in “Promise.” (Adora, Catra)

The Good Soldier On the sliding scale between perfect soldier Adora and useless malcontent Catra, Lonnie was closer to the Adora end of the spectrum. How the hell had Catra made Force Captain before her? Catra was just going crash and burn and Lonnie? Lonnie would let her. (Lonnie, Catra, Team Horde)

She-Ra (Modesty) Shorts - Adora/Catra shorts written for the 3 Sentence Ficathon. (Adora/Catra)

A Song of Ice and Fire

The Return - Robb sends Theon home to Pyke. If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention. (Asha Greyjoy, Greyjoy family)

Stranger Things

Smurfete Principle - There can be more than one girl in the party. El and Max work things out at the Snow Ball. (Max, El)

Stranger Side of the Force - While watching Star Wars, El notices she and Vader have a lot in common. (El, Mike, Max, Lucas, Dustin, Will)

It Lingers - The Mind Flayer is gone, but El can still feel it clawing underneath her skin. (El, Joyce, Will, Jonathan) Date Night - Everyone and her mother seems to think they’re together and Robin’s getting pretty sick of it. (Robin, Steve, The Party)

Temeraire

Epistolary - Dear Lady Allendale….yours, etc., Emily Roland (Emily Roland)

Umbrella Academy

Heroes for Ghosts - Eudora waits for Diego and things at the hotel go very differently. (Klaus, Diego, Ben, Eudora, Hazel, Cha-Cha, Ghosts)

Peanut Butter and Marshmallows - Stuck in the apocalypse, Five reads about Vanya leaving him sandwiches. (Five, Delores)

Iconic - When Vanya learns Klaus is gay from an article in a teen magazine, she’s upset for more than a few reasons. (Vanya, Klaus) Feed Your Head - Three shitty things young Klaus did for drugs and one thing they did for him. (Klaus, Reginald, Grace) When Evil Rains - Umbrella Academy shorts (Klaus, Diego)

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Players Only Love You When They’re Playing - Coran kept staring at Romelle like she was walking miracle, but Allura couldn’t look at her without thinking of Lotor and his betrayal.

White Collar

Eyes on the Target (The Solid Ground Remix) - Peter asked her to keep an eye on Neal for him while he’s stuck in jail. It could be going better. Remix of Keep Your Feet on Solid Ground by frith_in_thorns. (Dianna Berrigan, Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke)

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Avalanche

Part one: http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167766473412/united

- So, how’s the meal? - Alfred asked Barry who was already finishing his second plate.

- Mhm - he nodded a ‘yes’.

- Don’t speak witha mouth full!

- Aaahm!

- I know you didn’t technically spoke, but still. - Barry faced Diana with a full mouth and a smile.

- He is so cute - she pet his hair.

Bruce had invited the team to dinner, unfortunately the now King of Atlantis had duties, and Victor was somewhere on a personal quest. So it was just him on the main spot, Barry and Diana on his left, Clark and Louis on the right. Alfred was beyond happy, to cook for people who actually bothered not only to eat, while it’s warm, but to eat at all.

- Somebody is at the door! - Clark said. - They know the code, and just entered.

- Who is it? - Barry asked while cheweing.

- I have no idea, because of the lead in the wallpapers.

- Oh that’s why your fancy place have this old fashion things? - Louis joked.

- Heyyyy… - a green haired figure rushed through the dinery.

- J… - Bruce chokes on his drink… - Nice to see you. - he felt himself sweating. Working with the Clown was one thing, but him comong in the house was a bit different feeling.

- Sorry we didn’t called earlier, he needed to pee… - El laughed. - We were just driving home after a family holiday. - El was now having the new born baby in a scarf carrier.

- Cool place! - the older girl said.

- This is old people’s style! - her sister pointed the the tapestry.

- Uncle… - the twins screams and ran towards Alfred.

- Mom, I am hungry! - Brandon whined.

El kneeled next to him.

- This boy over there with the red shirt, he has food, go there and bother him, mommy has food only for the baby. – she calmly explained.

Brandon ran towards Barry. When he arrived he poked his leg and yelled “food”. Barry was startled and just gave him the plate to pick. He only took several stuff and sat at the nearby couch to eat them.

- That’s the one named after you, right? - he asked.

- Yes. He is. - Bruce sighed.

- Ok, I am done! - the Joker returned. - How are the twins? - he asked Alfred, who has been punched and bitten by the girls. He just managed to nod.

The joker turned to El.

- Let me free your hands. - he took the baby from the scarf carrier. - It’s quite comfortable, isn’t it! - He looked at the guests and laughed. The baby screamed while he pretended to throw him in the air, then they both laughed. - he walked to Briuce. - Look! - he unwrapped the present wrapped baby. - Look!

- His hair grows green?

- Yes!

- No!

- Shut it El!

- You dyed the baby’s hair green? Are you insane?!

- It’s food coloring, chill.

- You died the baby’s hair? - El yelled and the girl just shrugged.

- It’s OK, that’s not poisonous or anything.

- She is on my team! - J purred happy.

- I am the only one without that gift! - his first born protested.

- Princess, that’s the only gift you missed.

- Yes… look, we are alike! - he held the baby next to himself, to show Bruce how alike thyley were.

- All your kids look like you Joker. Same eyes and manners and gifts.

- Right! - he leaned closer to Bruce - She is like a copy paste machine. - he got away and winkes at him!

- They look like me too! The noses and the lips.

- Yes. And your charm. - he hissed.

- Just mother-kids stuff. - the girl laughed.

- Are you on her team now?

- Duh!

- Seriously?! – he yelled in high voice.

- Well they all got out of my va…

- Shush, not in front of the children! - J waved with one free hand.

- Which children! Who’s children? I am raising adults, not retards. Besides taht “vagina” is not inappropriate word…

While El was yelling everyone got red, from the mentioning of the V-word.

- No, baby, it isn’t, now stop yelling, I meant that Bats… Sorry, Bruce feels like adopting Barry.

- Oh… OK then, but information is important.

- Of course it is… I have 4 girls and I don’t want them to give birth at the age if 12!

- Hey… - his daughter screamed.

- I was 14! - El hissed.

- It’s too late… You loose! - he pointed at the older one - And you! - he pointed to the 6 years old - Don’t even thing about it!

- Whaaa… - she was plucking the tapestry, but stopped.

- I am not talking about this!

- Then I don’t care! - she proceed with what she was doing.

Brandon was stealing people’s food while they were too occupied to observe the drama. The twins were pinching Alfred’s cheeks and laughed at his painful grimaces.

- Look, Bats, my creation! - J again pointed at the baby.

- Also the hair… Is mine! - El wasn’t giving up on the argument - … Since Mr. Madness, refused to share what his original hair color was…

- I already told you, it’s green! - he yelled.

- If you make the baby cry…

- I won’t! - he rocked the baby.

- So… - Bruce tried to change the subject. - A boy.

- Yes, thank whichever god you pick. We’ve been outnumbered! - he said roocking the sleepy baby.

- We?

- Yes, we! You and me! - he pointed at his pissed wife - Well we have one El in her lovely late 20s, next to her one Niq who is 12, she is getting places – he whispered the last one - one Em, 6 years experience at plucking your tapestry… Btw I will buy you new one I promise, one Brandon 4 years of ravishing other people’s food, Alfred, tortured by the twins - Rose and Ava – almost 3, like Eva, but better, and this one is Daniel. Only several months, but with the best Superpower - keeping mamma exhausted so daddy could be safe. - he poked the baby’s nose and he laughed.

- Splendid. - El said and started gathering her stuff and the children.

- Cool! - Bruce cleared his throat - What if the next one is a boy as well?

- Don’t joke on me B-man… No more, I can’t risk it, with her luck she will have a girl just to be in her favor and to annoy me, back me up on this! One little advice, don’t have children, it’s avalanche! - he looked at her and she flushed him a charming smile and a middle finger. - Let’s go home! - he gave the baby to his wife. – Avalanche man! – he laughed while getting Daniel’s bag.

Bruce nodded.

- Did you get it?

- Miss Lane, my husband was talking to you!

- What?

- Did you take notes, darling?

She frowned her eyebrows.

- You have special glow on your faces, I have seen it… Only 6 times.

They gathered their children and left. After the front door was close this a loud thud. Louis spoke.

- Well… I guess I can share it with you, I am pregnant.

- Oh… - Barry yelled and rushed to hug her. - That’s so awesome! - he said with mouth full.

They all went to hug her and greet her.

- Congratulations! - Bruise said. - You know… They are crazy and all, but they have 6 kids, if you need advice, I highly recommend asking El.

- Seriously? - Louis asked sarcastically.

- Well if I ever have kids, I will ask them too.

- Maybe it’s time! - Diana teased.

- It’s been time through the past 10 years. - Alfred joined and laughed.

- Yes, it might be avalanche, but I believe I can handle this. – Bruce mumbled to himself.

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