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You Can See Me As A Secret Mission

(Kate Bishop/Reader)

Content: (SMUT, 18+, wlw, top Kate bishop, bottom reader, enemies to lovers, hate sex (kinda??), fake dating/relationship, making out, finger bLASTING, strap on sex, reader has pierced tits because I do)

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Kate bishop has been a pain in your ass since she joined the “new avengers”. Perky, talented, caring, but only you saw what she actually was, a rich girl that always got her way.

After being put on a undercover mission together, will pretending to be in a relationship with her for the sake of the mission push you farther apart, or will it make your realize maybe your feelings are more than meets the eye?

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“Does it always take you this long to get ready?”

Your eye twitched in annoyance as you put the final coat of mascara on your lashes. You knew if you were to walk out of the bathroom you’d see Kate Bishop, sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone looking bored.

You could’ve been paired with anyone on the team. Sam, Bucky..Yelena even. Her experience in the field would be appreciated. But instead you were paired with Kate bishop, the rookie. Clint had said that she was ready to take over his role as sharpshooter on the team but you think he really just wanted to retire. Lucky son of a bitch.

Kate was fine, she was good with a bow and could throw a punch, but she lacked precision. Often going out on her own and putting the whole mission at risk. It was extremely frustrating for someone who had worked most of their late teens and early twenties to be where you were. Her rich girl attitude showed through on more than one occasion, like when she forgot that not everyone didn’t go to a private school for all of their school career, or that most people rely on the subway to go from place to place and don’t get chauffeured.

In return to your shitty attitude to her, Kate had taken a liking to rolling her eyes and scoffing at things you said. Proving to you that she was smarter than you by correcting things you had said, and you most favorite of all, taking any chance she could to embarrass you. The endless nicknames that spew from her lips never ceased to make you want to punch her perfect teeth out.

You needed no further proof that Kate Bishop was an overgrown child, and not ready to be an Avenger.

“I have to look the part, do I not?”, you poked your head around the corner, you were correct with your prediction. Kate rolled her eyes and gave a weak glance up from her phone at you. Her eyes lit up at the sight of you however.She took in your figure, covered in some slinky black dress that showed way too much cleavage for your liking.

You could’ve sworn she licked her lips after she checked you out for what seemed to be the second time. You hated to admit it, but she looked good, too good for your liking.

Gone was the athleisure you normally saw her in, traded in for a black suit, her black undershirt’s top two buttons undone and a thin silver chain was visible hanging over her collarbones. Her hair still up on her usual ponytail and a dark purple polish on her nails. You stared for probably too long than was normal for someone who didn’t like their mission partner.

The two of you were supposed to play the roles of a young millionaire and her fiancé that were interested in purchasing some illegal weapons that were rumored to be made out of vibrainium. Tonight was a party at some exclusive bar for potential clients of the group, so you were to look your best so the two of you could scope out the scene. If your cover was blown tonight, the whole mission would go up in smoke.

Luckily for Kate, the role would come naturally. For you? Not so much. Pretending to be in love with Kate was difficult. Sure she was attractive and funny and considerate for the most part, but you were all business whereas Kate wanted to dilly dally a bit too much. Too different for anything to actually work.

The click of a camera brought you back to your senses.

“Yelena is never going to believe you’re wearing that”, Kate snickers and snaps another picture.

“Kate are you serious!? Cut it out!” You take a step forward and reach for her phone, which she holds out of your reach.

“Aw cmon, you look nice. Gimme a twirl” she gestures a twirling motion with her fingers. she’s sincere with her words, but her actions speak louder as she continues to play keep away with you.

“I’m serious Kate DO NOT send that” you reach across her, cleavage in her face, her phone almost in hand. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was looking.

With one slip of your hand off of the arm rest of the couch you were falling. Falling directly into Kate Bishops lap.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, not sure what to do. Searching each others faces for some sort of answer. You took in beauty marks splashed across her face that you’d never seen before, her full lips slightly parted.

Stormy blue eyes that looked into yours. She was prettier up close. You could smell the expensive perfume she had put on earlier for the first time. She had your stomach doing summersaults. Kate flashes you a million dollar smile and your senses come slamming into you like a semi truck. You’re scrambling back up in an instant before she gets the wrong idea.

“I’ll uh, delete the pictures, sorry for embarrassing you “ she looks like a scolded puppy. She avoids looking at you, choosing to fiddle with the hem of her jacket.

“We’re going to be late”, you say ignoring her apology as you rush over to put on your shoes. Your eyes stayed on the floor as you moved. Kate cleared her throat and readjusted her jacket Trying to brush off what had just happened.

You’re grabbing your purse containing the things you need for the night when you hear Kate rifling through all of her pockets.

“What’s wrong?” You say looking up at her. She’s tapping her her suit pockets aggressively, brows furrowed in concentration.

“We’re missing something”

“I don’t think we are, Kate we’re going to be late and it’s gonna blow our cov-“ Kate pulls something small and shiny out of her pocket with a small “aha!”. Your eyes lock with a diamond engagement ring she’s holding up to the light.

“Can’t blow our cover now can we?” Kate says as she positions herself in front of you on one knee, as If she was proposing. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as she shook her arms out, and cleared her throat once more.

“Will you do me the honor of making me the happiest girl on the planet, and being my fiancé?” Kate holds out the ring, and looks up at you. Batting her thick eyelashes a few times, lower lip caught in between her teeth as she smirks at you. She’s completely over the top and ridiculous with it, as she is with most things. But it feels a little too real for your liking.

You swallow hard, why were you nervous? You rub your clammy hand down the front of your dress and hold out your hand,Kate obliges and slips the ring on your index finger. She briefly squeezes your hand before she stands back up. You stand there, becoming accustomed to the ring you now bore on your finger.

“We’re gonna be late!!” Kate nags you, mocking your words from earlier. This snaps you out of your thought and you turn around, letting Kate slip a hand on your lower back, not even minding the gesture, as you’re guided out the door.

Kate bishop is going to be the death of you.

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Sam had given you specific instructions that tonight was for observing and surveying what exactly these people had on the market. No contact was supposed to be made with anyone. So here you sat, leaned up against a bar holding some drink that was sweating against your hand and had been for far too long.

The music was loud, it was too dark to see much, except for the few vibrainium weapons that were on pedestals illuminated with a blue light, giving the room a blue hue. You scanned the room once, then twice. Looking for anyone that might be of interest. But as for now, it seemed to be yuppy rich people wanting expensive and deadly toys to play with .

Kate fit right in. You watched her leaned up against the bar across from you, laughing and drinking with two girls that were on either side of you. She wasn’t even doing her job, instead taking the mission as a chance to party. You finished the rest of your drink, slamming it on the bar hard enough to make the remaining ice cubes jostle about.

A strange feeling bubbles in your stomach, one that you almost could call jealousy. Maybe it was that or the expensive tequila that had been in your drink. You smoothed your dress down, starting your way towards Kate and her new comrades. If she was going to not take this job seriously, then you might as well embarrass her a little.

Coming up behind Kate, you latch yourself onto one of her arms. Looking at her with doe eyes. She jumps a bit , but turns slightly to face you.

“There she is!! I was just talking about you!”

She smiles at you, pulling the arm you had grabbed from you and wrapping it around your waist. Kate’s hand found its resting place on your ass as she pulled you into her, giving it a light squeeze. Before you could have any reaction to the previous action, the other of Kate’s hands found its way to your chin. She held your face in place as she leaned down, connecting your lips . A surprised noise escaped your mouth and she deepens the kiss, letting her tongue push into your mouth. You couldn’t do anything but kiss back, not wanting to blow your cover and not wanting to let her win in whatever game she was trying to play.

She pulls away and you’re breathless. Kates face is flushed , eyes wide as she looks from you to her new friends.

“I was just telling these nice girls about how you so badly wanted to come to the party tonight and look at the new catalog they have this season!” Kates demeanor has changed from the goofy archer you normally know, to a socialite who knows what she wants.

“We just LOVE this years catalog, we’ve been buying all the latest models from this company for years!” The blonde across from you says excitedly.

Kate side eyes you, and you pick up what she’s trying to get you to notice. This company isn’t new, They’re just getting sloppy covering up their tracks, letting too many of the wrong people into their inner circle.

The two of you converse for some time more, digging up as much information as you can from the girls. Having moved from the bar to a small area of lounge tables and chairs. You watch as people trickle in and out of the party, some looking more important than others. Your eyes are constantly scanning the world around you.

You’re going to sit in the chair next to Kate when she grabs your hand, yanking you down on top of her. She gives a pat to your thigh and continues talking business with the ever growing crowd of people that surround you. This had somehow turned into Kates mission without you even realizing it.

Two can play at this game, let’s kick it up a notch. You lean back a bit, resting your arm around her shoulders, playing with the ends of her ponytail flirtily. Kate looks up at you and smiles a bit.

She rubs her thumb over your bare thigh in a comforting manner and goes back to the conversation. It’s amazing watching her run the conversation. Somehow knowing just what to say to everyone to get the information she wants out of them. She’s dazzling in the dim light of the party. You could almost get used to this.

“Show them your ring, babe” you’re snapped out of your thoughts by Kate giving you another pat to your thigh.

“Huh?” You blink at her. She shakes her head and laughs a little, her eyes flashing you the “ go along or we’ll blow our cover” look.

“Awh don’t be shy, show them the pretty rock I bought you” she removes your arm from around her shoulders and shows off the glittering ring on your finger.

“Oh my ring of course!” You laugh off your panic and wiggle your fingers in an attempt to show off how shiny the ring actually was. The group is filled with “oohs” and “ahhs” as you show it off, Kate smiling proudly at you the whole time. Your heart swells a bit at the attention. Almost believing for a bit that you’re actually engaged and in love, not in some rich guys warehouse on a mission for work.

You didn’t like Kate bishop. She was aggravating, the definition of a spoiled rich girl. Where were these feelings coming from?

“Where did you two first meet?” A voice from the group catches you off guard. You lock eyes with an older woman who has had way too much plastic surgery done.

“We uh…” Kate starts, you can see her losing her cool. You hadn’t come up with a backstory. Rookie move.

“We actually met in school!” You save the day by stepping in with your quick thinking skills. She lets out a barely noticeable breath of relief it technically wasn’t a lie. You HAD met in a class, a class about hand to hand combat, but a class nonetheless.

“And I guess it was just love at first sight” you say through almost gritted teeth. It pains you to say that, because it wasnt. This wasn’t real love, and you two have never gotten along. Physical attraction maybe, but your personalities continuously clashed.

Kate looks up at you once more, a small smile on her lips, “yeah….love at first sight”.

Your eyes meet each other. Her eyes are soft, pupils blown a bit. She continuously strokes her thumb on your leg. Kates acting is a bit too good for your liking.

A ding from Kate’s phone pulls your attention from each other and the other guests continue to chat amongst themselves. She reads it, biting her lip a little. You scoot yourself closer to her, wrapping your arms around Kate neck and reading the message on her phone.

Party’s over. Get outta there. Put together all information collected and send in a mission report by 9am.

It’s a text from Sam, updating you on what to do next. Kate looks at you, giving you a slightly disappointed look before she plants a kiss on your cheek. It’s a long kiss, one that only lovers share when they know they won’t see each other for a while.

She taps your leg to signal for you to stand up, so You oblige. Kate goes around the circle saying goodbye to the people you had met over the course of the night. You trailing behind her, admiring the way she looked in her suit.

God she was aggravating. Was there anything she wasn’t good at? She could charm people with the bat of her eyelashes. Flirt successfully with strangers. Shoot an arrow with a blindfold across her eyes. She was hot and you hated to admit it. She was perfect and that’s what you hated.

It was like you had come out of a haze now that you were off her lap. You were mad that she had charmed you THAT easily. Just like every other person in the Kate Bishop fanclub. You huff, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the exit, not wanting to play the roles of young lovers anymore.

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The room was eerily quiet as you both got unready. Fleeting glances towards each other, never meeting the others eyes.

You swallowed hard as you sat down on one of the couches to take off your heels, “Was tongue really necessary?”. You had broken the silence and now there was no going back.

“What?” Kate looked up from fiddling with her shirt buttons.

“The kiss, at the bar. Did you REALLY need to swap spit with me like that ?”

“Well I thought it was funny”

you scoffed at her. In shock that an hour ago you were thinking about how maybe you could get along and maybe have something more.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You say with a dirty look in her direction.

“Lyings not a good look on you. The noise you made told me that you were into it”

She laughs at her comment and you roll your eyes, letting a more awkward silence fall over the room.

“I think you might actually like me a little bit, she jokes half to herself and half to you.

She looks over to you, lightly biting her lip a little.

“You seemed a little into the act tonight, that’s all I’m trying to say”

“Shut the fuck up”, you snap at her.

Kate puts her hands up defensively and continues to unbutton her shirt. You sneak a glance at her, catching a look at her toned stomach. It made your face flush a bit before you continued working on unzipping your dress.

The zipper catches midway through your back and you groan. You tug it up and down a few more times in an attempt to free yourself. Kates eyes follow the noise of the zipper and she sees you struggling. She makes her way across the room, her black dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging untucked around her form. The purple lace bra she wore under it being exposed ever so slightly.

You attempted to ignore her, confining to tug on the zipper. But her exposed skin was so tempting to look at.

“Do you need some help?”

“No I don’t need your hel-“, you start to protest her intervention.

“Turn around” Kate demands.

You shut up, listening to her and turning around. Kate sighs and gently moves your hair to one shoulder. Her fingertips are gentle on your exposed back, touching you like you’d break.

You don’t dare to look back at her or else you might do something you regret. You feel her grab the zipper as she begins to work it free.

“Why do you hate me?”

Kate asks casually as she continues her work. It catches you off guard. In the time you’ve known her you’ve never known her to be this blunt. Your voice catches in your throat. The big and bad attitude you had five minutes ago slipping away quickly.

“I don’t hate you”

“Then what’s with the attitude”

You weren’t sure if you were lying or telling the truth when you say you didn’t hate her. The last few hours have been making You rethink everything.

Kate gives a yank to the zipper and it moves freely. Once she’s done you turn to meet her, still holding your dress up. She hasn’t moved, opting to stand and stare at you.

“Kate I-“

What were you going to say? You hated her? She drove you insane? You weren’t even sure anymore. You take a closer step to her,

“You make me feel frustrated. I’m not sure in what way, but I’m frustrated beyond belief by you”

She she searches your face, saying nothing.

“I’m confused, okay? There..are you happy?Did you get what you wanted out of me?” You’re exasperated with her lack of response.

You wait for a response from her for what feels like forever. Her brows are furrowed as she stares at you. You almost could swear that she was looking into your head. You couldn’t decipher what she was thinking. Her blue eyes dark, consumed in consideration. You’re about to walk away when she finally opens her mouth to say something.

“Do you want to find out exactly how I frustrate you?”

She’s close. Closer than you’ve ever been. She’s close and the air is tense, like a bomb ticking about to go off. Her eyes are on your lips, flicking between them and your eyes. She fiddles with a stray piece of hair resting over your shoulder.

“Kate what does that mea-“

She’s grabbing your face, colliding your lips in an explosion of frustrated passion.

You kiss her back hard, harder than you’ve ever kissed anyone before. A whine escapes your mouth. You’re fighting for dominance, and losing pathetically. Your arms are slung over her shoulders. Desperately clawing at her hair.

“Yes-“ you gasp for air when she pulls away, “I want to find out so fucking badly “

Atleast two years of tension had just blown up in your face. Two years of tension that you couldn’t name for the longest time, and now you could.

Kate had upset you so much because you liked her. You liked her giddiness for new things, her almost naivety to how non rich people live. You loved the millions of questions she asked Sam. How she teased you, even if it drove you up the wall. This girl drove you insane and you loved it.

She pounces on you, shoving you up against the nearest wall. Biting at your lip, you submit to her. This was a losing game, there was no point to fighting her. Kate would win, like she always did.

You’re panting when she pulls her mouth off of yours, dragging your bottom lip a little with her. Your unzipped dress finally gives way and falls to the floor. Kates eyes meet yours and then look down to the black dress pooled on the floor. She moans a little, seeing you in just your bra and underwear.

She’s kissing down your neck, leaving little bites in her wake and you’re breathless. Head spinning over the predicament at hand.

“You think I’m insufferable, but..” she trails off, planting a kiss on your collarbone. Her eyes flick up to yours, looking at you through dark lashes.

“The most insufferable thing is how insanely horny you’ve made me all night”

Your breath catches in your throat at her confession. She kisses down the valley of your breasts, her hands gripping your hips. You moan at her actions. A kiss to your ribs, to your stomach, to just above your underwear.

“Kate..”, your hands are caught in her black waves.

“What Princess? No snappy comebacks now?”

Another moan from your mouth. The nickname slips from her mouth so effortlessly, like she had been just waiting to call you it. She was right though, you had nothing to say for once. You looked down at her, Kate’s mouth mere inches from your aching cunt.

She smirks at you, hooking two fingers around the waistband of your underwear.

“Should I take these off?” She asks so innocently. She punctuates her words with a tug on the band. Her blue eyes burn into yours. You nod your head.

“Words please” she’s playing a game with you. Dangling your pleasure right in front of you.

You don’t want to give her the verbal satisfaction. She is still Kate Bishop after all. And she still presses all your buttons. You press your lips into a thin line and stick your chin up hoping she gets the hint. You are not going to use your words. intertwining your fingers with her hair, you give a harsh tug in an effort to show her what you want. Kate moans.

It makes you wetter.

“Oh and I’m the one who’s a spoiled brat” she lets go of your underwear,snapping it back in place and standing at her full height.

“Kate..” you pout at her jutting your lower lip out at her. She wipes her thumb over your lip, keeping it there. She forces you to keep your eyes on her.

You admire her. The freckle that seems to be right under her right eye. The way her eyes are lined with a darker blue than the rest. Her already kiss swollen lips. She’s close to you as she supports herself against the wall. You reach out, running your hand down her abs, almost letting your fingers reach the top button of her slacks. Kate grabs your hand and holds it in place.

“You knew what you were doing tonight” she smirks at you. You look at her through half lidded eyes and smile.

Kate laughs a little at you. It’s crazy hot.

“Sitting on my lap all night,” she removes your hands from her abs, holding them together in front of you, “in that little dress, clinging to me”

She leans close to your ear and whispers in a low voice,

“I am going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk”

“In your dreams, Bishop”

You had finally found your voice, her charm had worn off. She laughs again. Looking your face up and down.

You’re whining as she crashes your lips together. It’s messy. Teeth clacking here and there, Kate’s hands grabbing at your ass . You’re grabbing at her back, leaving indents where your nails meet her pale skin.

“And everyone at HQ is going to know that you let Kate bishop, the girl you hate, ruin you” That ignited something in you. Your ongoing feud was no secret, and having everyone know you fucked your feelings out was a little too tempting.

She’s kissing down your neck, sucking bruises that will last longer than you want them to.

“And what if I fuck you?”, You pant, grabbing at the back of Kate’s neck.

“I’d like to see you try”

Kate grabs your ass, picking you up quickly and moving you to the nearest bed. She’s reaching behind you to undo your bra.

“Hardly seems fair that I’m almost fully naked

And you still have your pants on”

Kate snorts at your remark, popping the back of your bra and removing it from your body swiftly. Your nipples perk up at the cold air of the hotel room. The metal bars in them glinting in the light, catching Kates eye. She looks at them, briefly licking her lips, and then back to you.

“Is this what you want?”

Kate stares into your eyes as she undoes the top button of her pants. She steps out of them, leaving her in just the matching lace bra, underwear and and her black button up.

“ shirt off too, please” you sit up, batting your eyes at her and jutting out your lower lip in a pout. She shakes her head as she reaches to take the button up off .

“Now you have manners…but remember.. IM the spoiled brat here” she rolls her eyes and throws the bunched up black shirt at you.

You catch it and toss it off the bed, welcoming Kate back as she crawls her way on top of you. She kisses you again , letting her hands explore down your chest. She kneads on your boobs, grabbing fistfuls of each.

You moan into her mouth, pushing your chest into her hands more.

“Eager much?” She pulls away, letting her breathe fan across your face.

“No chance” you laugh at her, your hands grasp both sides of her face as she leans over you. She rolls her eyes at you again, letting one of her hands stroke down to your nipple, where she takes the bar and gives a sharp tug.

You inhale through your teeth holding back a moan, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

She gives another tug, this time flicking her thumb over the bud of your nipple. She keeps her eyes locked with yours, smirking at you. She’s expecting you to show some sort of reaction.

Your chest lurches forward, seeking more friction from her calloused hands.

The damp spot in your underwear continues to grow as you rub your legs together in an effort to soothe the ache that’s ever growing in your cunt.

She glances down at the movement and looks back to you while biting her lip.

Kate lets her hand travel from your tit, down your stomach and ending right above the elastic to your underwear.

“This where you want me?” One finger slides its way under. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to confirm you wanted her fingers. Lips pressed into a fine line, you say nothing.

She huffs and leans forward, kissing her way up your neck.

“Cmon…you know it’ll feel good” , two fingers push farther down.

You’re holding back moans. Noises only Kate Bishop has been able to elicit from you and you haven’t even fucked yet.

She’s so warm and inviting. You know it would feel so good if she just stuffed her fingers in your cunt and fucked you stupid. But you can’t let her win. She’s always winning, running circles around you.

Kate bites at your earlobe, those two fingers dangerously close to your throbbing cunt.

You whine,not being able to contain the kind anymore. The scent of her lavender body wash looming around you, clouding your better judgement.

“Kate…” you whine her name out. Kate moans at the sound of your voice, needy and desperate.

“Yeah?” She asks, her thumb stroking gentle circles on your skin, a smile on her lips as they’re pressed to your neck.

How could the girl you had hated for so long be treating you so good right now?

“Please…” you whisper out, letting your resolve break.

Kate bishop had won this round.

Those wandering fingers abruptly enter your pussy, earning a loud moan from your mouth.

You jolt upwards, back arching and pressing your nipples against Kate’s lace covered chest. She continues to thrust her fingers in and out of you, occasionally letting her thumb brush up against your clit.

“I told you it’d feel good” she whispers into your ear. You moan at her words, she’s right. It feels fucking fantastic. She’s managing to hit all the spots that make you see stars. Your head leans back, making eye contact with the ceiling as Kate picks up her speed. She’s curling her fingers as she sucks marks down your neck, eventually leaving a few on your breasts.

You grab at her head, threading your fingers into her hair and pull her face into you chest. Kate gives a groan at that as she latches onto one of your nipples. She slides the bar in your nipple around with her tongue, making you groan loudly and tug at the strands of dark hair clutched in your hand.

She continues her ministrations at your core. Every press of her fingers has your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I’m gonna..”

“You’re gonna what? Cum?” Kate laughs as she pulls off of you. You nod frantically at her. She’s slamming her fingers into you at this point and you’re a moaning mess, only wanting to finish.

Kate’s moving up closer to your face. She presses her forehead against yours, your noses grazing the other.

“Cum on my fingers then”

She thrusts her fingers into your cunt, your juices leaking down her arm.

“Shit, shit Katie”, you’re grabbing at the hand that’s thrusting in and out of you, curling upwards towards her.

Her thumb brushed against your clit, a purposeful circle and you’re unraveling into her.

Her lips find yours again, silencing the pathetic moans that you’re making. Kate moans into you as you finish on her fingers, exactly how she wanted you to. She works you through your orgasm for a moment, giving a few gentle thrusts before pulling her fingers out of you.

You wince a little as her fingers exit you, not letting the grip you had on her wrist go. Kate gently removes your hand from her wrist as she sits up. She gives it a light kiss before she turns her own hand towards her mouth.

Kate locks eyes with you as she slides her tongue up her wrist, collecting your slick before inserting her fingers in her own mouth. She moans a little as she wraps her lips around her fingers, sucking your juice from her fingers for a second before releasing them with a slight ‘pop’.

You blink a couple times, panting. Kate looks at you, and smiles a bit. A cocky, all knowing smile.

“Enjoy the show?” She smirks as she leans back towards you. Her dark hair falls around your face, pieces of it tickling your cheeks.

“Kate Bishop…” you pant a little, looking up at her, “I didn’t know you were such…”, your hands start to explore the plane of her stomach, touching the toned abs that lay there,

“…..a whore”, you smile at her. Your tone laced with malice as you spit out your last word.

Kate scoffs a bit, stopping your hand before you could get your fingers under the waistband of her underwear.

“I could say the same about you, based off the noises you were making”

She gets off the bed, but not before tweaking the jewelry that sat pretty in your nipples. You jump a little, moaning in pleasure.

“Brat”, she says, flashing a smile and laughing slightly before going to her bag and beginning to dig through it.

You sit up a little, admiring the way her purple underwear fits her ass. Your mind wanders to all the times you checked it out during training. God damn Kate bishop and her too tight leggings.

Kates digging goes on for a little too long and your curiosity begins to peak.

“Is your dick in there or something?” You half joke, wanting to know what she was looking for. You laid there, completely exposed to the too cold AC of the hotel room. You already missed Kate being in the bed with you.

“Yeah…Or something” Kate mumbles quietly. The sound of her zipping up her bag catches your attention.

“Kate is that a fucking strap on?”

“You never know when duty is gonna call!”

You sit up slightly, watching as Kate steps into her harness. The purple silicone dick bobs in between her legs, and you swallow slightly.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”, Kate joins you back on the bed, crawling over you.

“I know I am, and you’re obsessed with me because of it”, she kisses up your neck. Her confidence oozing out of her, you could almost swear you were breathing it in and letting it cloud your mind.

You grab at the ponytail at the back of her head, pulling her mouth off your neck. Kate gives a groan before her blue eyes meet yours.

“I told you I was going to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. I’m a lady of my word”

Kate teases your entrance with her strap, letting it run through your folds.

“Shit Kate..” you half moan half whine as she positions her dick.

“God say that again” Kate moans into your ear . She begins to push her strap into you and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your throat.

You’re pulling on her ponytail, pulling her head away from you when all Kate wants to do is mark you, claim you as hers.

“Fucking shit Kate..” you repeat, more enthusiastically this time as Kate’s strap finally enters you, fully.

She fills you to the hilt of her strap, your hips almost flush with each another. The base of her dick rubbing sweetly against her clit.

She whines a little, resting her head into the crook of your neck.

“Aw poor baby, do you want to swap?” You coo sarcastically as you rub her back, finding your way to the clasp of her bra.

Kate gives an annoyed groan, punctuated by a hard thrust into your pulsating cunt.

You yelp in surprise, popping the clasps of her bra, watching the straps fall loose around her shoulders. Kate pulls out again and thrusts her hips once more,relishing in the friction she also receives from the motion.

“Just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh?” Kate begins to take off her bra, discarding it to wherever your clothes also lay.

Your hands find her nipples, twisting and pinching them as she snaps her hips into you.

You lean up, swallowing the beautiful whines she’s giving to you as you play with her tits with your mouth.

She kisses you back, letting herself submit to your suddenly surge of dominance.

“So fucking hot..” you mutter as you pull away, letting your eyes drift to Kate’s lust blown pupils, down to where her dick was splitting you in two.

“Could say the same about you” Kate watches your tits bounce with each thrust she gives. Her eyes following the shiny jewelry in your tits. she leans down a bit, taking one of your nipples in her mouth. Her teeth close in one of the bars and she pulls every so gently.

You’re moaning as you grasp at her back, letting your dominant facade fall and letting Kate have the full power once again.

Her hips are slamming into yours, practically humping you like a dog in heat. Your legs wrap around her hips, attempting to put you two closer than you already were.

Kates whining, actually whining. You can see sweat drip down the side of her face, baby hairs sticking to her forehead.

You’re in no better shape. Your back arched up, legs locked around Kate’s waist, sweat traveling down your back and into your asscrack.

“I’m gonna fucking-“ you moan, your sentence not even getting finished as Kate reaches down to rub your clit while continuing her ministrations with her hips.

“Me too…oh my god me too” Kate’s going hard now, chasing her own high. Her thrusts are spastic and uncalculated.

The floodgates open in a minute, and you’re gushing all over Kates cock, and hand once again. A whining, moaning, drooling mess.

She works you through your high, only taking a few more pumps until she’s also finishing. Kate gives a few weak pumps, almost pushing you towards overstimulation before she falls on top of you, leaving her strap on inside.

She gives you a few weak kisses on your chest as you run your fingers through her hair, releasing it from the ponytail.

Kate reached down to remove her strap, making you suck in a breath of air as you an adjust to the feeling.

Once the harness and silicone dick had been removed, she sighs, content as she sinks her face into your chest, fingers rubbing small circles in your stomach.

“I still don’t like you, you know that, right?”, you break the silence first, still playing with Kates dark locks.

“Mhm, and I hate you “ Kate smiles lazily up at you.

You roll your eyes at her. Kate turns to look at you, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Do you think we have to put this on the mission report to Sam?”

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Kate bishop simp nation, I have returned.

My apologies, this is not proofread in the slightest lmao

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HELLO if shaun became Narinder’s vessel instead of Jacob, would anything have changed?

Oh gosh, lots.

For starters, Shaun would be a terrible cult leader. Even if they were fueled by the same rage Jacob was I don't think they would have ever had it in them to fall as deeply as their twin did. They would have to kill the bishops of course--fate is a real bitch like that--but I think they would have had a much harder time of it. Probably walked away with far more trauma than Jacob did.

Shaun would have killed Narinder too, of course, and shown him that same mercy he did not deserve. I think Shaun's betrayal wouldn't have hurt Narinder as much. There was no love here, simple a God and their vessel. Narinder probably saw it as Shaun failing him yet again (after failing at the whole cult thing).

Over time Narinder and Shaun would become friends, and Narinder would probably take over as being actually in charge of the cult. Sure Shaun has the crown but Narinder actually knows how to run a tight ship. Shaun would have to get Narinder to be less...scary-vengeful-God-y and balance him out a little with his kind nature. They would make a good team, I think.

By the time The Bishops came back Shaun would probably be too emotionally exhausted to hate them anymore. While Jacob found kinship with their and the Bishop's vile deeds Shaun takes more of a "well at least they're harmless now. And it's not like they can murder all the lambs a second time." Although distrustful of them at first Shaun slowly becomes friends with The Bishops over time.

Well, it wasn't that slow with Kallamar. Something about that squid made Shaun finally feel like his old self again. He could laugh and smile for the first time in almost a hundred years when Kallamar was around. He even picked up 'speaking with hands' just so he could find ways to playfully annoy Kallamar even more.

Shaun doesn't realize he's fallen for him until Kallamar and Narinder go off to find the ear relic, leaving Shaun alone and terrified over the idea of losing his squid. He knocks Kallamar right off his tendrils the second he returned to the cult with a kiss, and they're inseparable after that. Annoyingly so, even.

Then roughly a hundred years later Narinder, the new God of Life, brings Shaun's twin back to life. Jacob immediately gets off on the wrong foot with Narinder and they take a swift and almost violent disliking to each other.

Shaun isn't that shocked when Jacob and Narinder get married less than a year later.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl kallamar #cotl shaun #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #narilamb

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Ice Cream

Kate Bishop x Reader

Kate wants to get ice cream with you when it’s freezing cold outside

Note: Yay soft Kate comfort! Enjoy!

Kate Bishop Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You watch as your girlfriend gets a perfect bullseye and wins the archery tournament for her team. Kate is lifted up on her teammates’ shoulders and they’re shouting her name. You take a video for her to remember this moment.

“Congratulations baby!” You tell her as she climbs down from their shoulders and she pulls you into a hug.

“Thank you!” Kate says. You bury your face in her chest and soak up the warmth from her.

It happens to be one of the coldest days of the season so far, but you had to support your girl.

“How are you not cold?” You ask Kate, your voice is muffled by her archery suit.

“The adrenaline I guess. Let’s go get ice cream to celebrate?” Kate suggests.

You lift your head from her chest and examine her face. You find nothing but seriousness.

“Katherine Bishop it’s like two degrees outside. Why do you want ice cream?”

“Damn, full naming me, huh?” Kate asks with a laugh.

“Yeah baby because you’re crazy,” you say.

“Alright, fine,” Kate says. Her tone is full of humor, but she pouts.

Naturally, you lean towards her and kiss the pout off of her lips. She reciprocates the kiss until you both break apart from smiling too much.

“Come on all star, let me get you some hot chocolate like a normal person would have in this weather,” you as you take her hand and walk towards the car.

You open the car door for her and close it behind her. By the time you get to your side of the car, Kate is already reaching for the aux chord. You laugh and start on the car so she can play her music. She sings along to the songs the whole way to the coffee shop.

You park the car and go into the shop hand in hand. As you order the hot chocolate, you notice Kate eyeing the treats that are displayed at the counter.

“Do you want donuts too, my love?”

“Yes please,” Kate says. You smile at her cuteness and order the donuts too.

Once you get your food and drinks you and Kate sit at a table together. It’s an easy conversation as you talk about her tournament and everything else happening in your lives.

Kate suddenly gets a really serious look on her face and you reach for her hand.

“Are you alright?” You ask her. Your voice is soft with worry.

“Yeah, it’s just- I’m so lucky to have you,” Kate says.

“Oh babe.”

“No, I know it’s cheesy but just sitting here with you is everything I could ever want. I love you,” Kate says.

“I love you too, Kate.”

You hold her hand on the table tight and bring it up to your lips to kiss it. She grins at you.

“You still want ice cream, don’t you?”

“So badly,” Kate admits.

“Only because you’re so cute, let’s go,” you say.

“Yay!” Kate shouts as you stand up.

You take her hand and are off to find ice cream in freezing weather for your crazy girl. You wouldn’t miss the opportunity to be with her for the world.

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royalswordconfessions · 6 months

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What is Usqturnum? What's wrong with it? And why does the swim team hate you? I'm kinda new to all this and I'm starting RSA tomorrow. What are the dorms here?

-🦇👻

Usqturnum is my dorm (inspired by the creativity of the immortal boy...) , Pandora is my house warden. He has this... welcoming ritual which involves playing pranks on the new students/first years when they step foot in the dorm yard for the first time. He tied me upside down from the ceiling of my dorm.... "To dry me off." he said.... I was drenched cause i got dragged into the ocean by the sea life. Fishes don't like me. I think the swim team doesn't like me since I'm always around Pandora, who is a reasonably handsome young man. Other than that, he calls me his honey. So it may seem as if he is attracted to me in a way. I do not see him in that light, He is like my son. I have eyes for someone else anyways. As for the dorms....

From what I remember, Sujitschen- for the Queen of Sweet's perseverance. The housewarden, since after the overblot, is Lucille Zuckerrausch. The vice-housewarden is Agrio Verde. Although I hear he might be stepping down. Whitecastle: for the White Queen's Kindness. Housewarden: Chiffon Dove, a very lovely person. He is very nice, he falls easily ill though. His half-brother goes to NRC, you may know him as Riddle Rosehearts. Vice-Housewarden: Ludus "Lud" Hatter. 🐰says he is quite "a weird ass bitch." since he would, if you have too many missing classes, make a cookie of you and continuously dunk its head in tea until it disintegrates.

Sahdjinn, which i do not know much of but a student there caused a... grayscaling spell....

Retwar: For the great Wizard's power. Housewarden: Howard Bishop, an eccentric man. He cares about his looks... actually, all of Retwar do. Retwar students care for their appearances. Vice-Housewarden: Ryu Shimizu, a very aloof man from my experience. He's very stoic. Dìonmathain: For the King of Bear's Strength

Housewarden: Art... I don't know her last name. But, se is the princess to a kingdom and is the leader to magift, spelldrive, archery, the newly opened hunting club, and the wildlife preservation club. Vice-Housewarden: Xiuying, forgot her last name also, she is the more cooler side of Art. She is the leader to the fencing club, the boxing team, martial-arts club, and literature club. She is the daughter of a general that is currently working in Briar Valley. That's most of the dorms i can remember. Some might comeback to me and I'll repost this.

#twst rp #rsa oc #twst oc #rsa rp #twst rsa #mod: 📖#Twisted wonderland roleplay #twisted wonderland rp #Anon: 🦇👻

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Daphne Sophia Bishop a playlis| listen here x.

chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love There's nothing wrong contemplating God Under the chemtrails over the country club Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool Me and my sister just playing it cool Under the chemtrails over the country club

vanilla baby - billie marten

I am only as good as you want me to be I don't pick up the phone if I don't want to speak I am only as good as you want me to be I don't know what I'm doing It's easy to see

bad man - sophie may

My baby told me that I'd been a bad girl He said the world's my oyster Boy, then where's my pearl? It's funny 'cause they all sound the same, oh Just call out my name, oh Flashing a smile in his direction, oh Got him queuing for my consideration, oh

nothing matters - the last dinner part

Even when the cold comes crashing through I'm putting all my bets on you I hope they never understand us I put my heart inside your palms My home in your arms Now we know nothing matters Nothing matters

the bolter- taylor swift

Started with a kiss "Oh, we must stop meeting like this" But it always ends up with a Town Car speeding Out the drive one evening Ended with the slam of a door Then he'll call her a whore Wish he wouldn't be sore But as she was leaving It felt like breathing

youth - daughter

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone Setting fire to our insides for fun To distract our hearts from ever missing them But I'm forever missing him

rich girl - daryl hall & john oates

You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old man's money You can rely on the old man's money It's a bitch, girl, but it's gone too far

omg - suki waterhouse

My baby, don't look for me When I get lost on all these streets See myself, but it's not me I'm with the crowd, I cannot breathe

melrose meltdown - suki waterhouse

Handing out gold stars For tailor-made behavior I can see your team is Shining like prizes I'm sat out on the balcony Too sad to go to the party It's a crime loving you so It's a crime letting you go

king - florence + the machine

But you need your rotten heart Your dazzling pain like diamond rings You need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I need my golden crown of sorrow My bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

baby you're a haunted house - gerad way

And the nights, they last forever And days are always making you blue In the dark we laugh together 'Cause the misery's funny to you

clementine - halsey

I don't need anyone I just need everyone and then some

#eyes full of stars mind of silk. daphne #melodies

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Post time? how peculiar: Rangers in Another RPG World

Seeing that my mind finally got this idea to work I want to share it. A sentai team iseaki'd into a videogame, specifically some jrpg (maybe). I don't care if the market is overblown I want more tokusatsu-related content, like those two romcoms. Our Team (THE CANNONEERS) is: Red Hero (specialty auras): former streamer and team leader because he is the only one with experience interacting and planning with such different personalities. Knew Yellow Thief before being transported into another world to play leader to these gaggle of gaming idiots. Has no idea how he's doing because other members take up the lead when their specialty shows up. watched Pink Magicians videos in the background and watched some of Blue Mages so chat would stop telling him he sucked. Wish he could stream rpgs without making them podcasts. Blue Mage (specialty manipulations of the elements): A bitch, and build specialist. The desire to know the mechanics of something and how they interact is born from people surrounding her being fake as fuck. Thus why she currently hates the Red Hero. Tries to advise Pink Magician on how to navigate through court politics. Yellow Thief (specialty warp daggers): Speedrunner, and still carries himself as such because it is the only way he can process this entire situation. Thus tries to find the most straightforward plan. The fear of death, adrenaline, and the ZONE is the only thing that makes him move forward. Green Knight(specialty shields): The GAMER, plays games like an absolute idiot but still has a love for them. has no idea what the Pink Magician, Blue Mage, or the Yellow Thief are talking about when they talk about games. Plays them just cuz. He is the one who figured out their base is also a mech, the resident sentai nerd, and the acting captain when the mech is on the field. (also literally me so I can flashbang my weirdness to people other than myself) Pink Magician (specialty illusions): A roleplayer, lore nerd and chunibyo. the face of the cannoneers because she is the only one who can speak medieval nonsense and understand what exactly the nobles are even saying. Slowly has her spirit being destroyed by seeing how bloodthirsty and backstabby they are. Our villain is an alien bug chess gang. Pawns are grunts, rooks knights and bishops being specialty troops, and the king being the tactical leader of the entire organization. The (true) queen is the reason why they are being evil due to being somewhat dead, only being able to provide new troops. Something specal I want to do when the last grunt is about to be defeated they transform into a (false) queen that is influenced by their surroundings. fire, ice, wood, etc. Combined with the specialty troops being in her presence they also get the theming, making a rpg party of evildoers and making the villain of the week. Their base is a flying castle with cannons all over where they can launch out of to enter wherever the Monster Invasion spawned. Their Team bazooka is also a cannon they summon with their combined energies. Does anyone have any suggestions? Thinking Dwarves control the trains and banks and currently it's the elf at the height of their power, humans barely being villages while most are enslaved by the elves.

#super sentai #power rangers #rpg #writing ideas #isekai

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Idk if you’re still open to answering specific questions or if it was just during your drugged up sick days? I know we’re also on timeout but if you’re feeling generous and up for it, how do Kate and Yelena meet in kymau? Was it because of her daughter interacting with Yelena or is that later on?

So a huge chunk of the legal team at Yelena’s company goes down with a nasty bug and they’re out sick. There’s a time sensitive and potentially highly controversial marketing campaign they’re considering and the company needs a lawyer’s eyes on it. ANY lawyer. Obviously this isn’t Yelena’s area but they push her on it because she’s one of the few attorneys still left standing in the office. They tell her she has to go to the ad agency to listen to this campaign pitch….a campaign that happens to be spearheaded by successful creative exec and advertising wunderkind Kate Bishop (26). Thing is, Kate also doesn’t want to be overseeing this because she has serious moral issues when it comes to working with a shady af oil company. They’re both salty about having to be doing this.

On the way into the agency Yelena stops at a packed coffee shop. The person making coffee next to her forgets their phone on the counter as they finish putting milk and shit in their drink. Yelena notices and looks around the room, trying to figure out if whoever it was is coming back for it. She doesn’t see anyone. She clicks the home button to see if it’ll give her a clue as to who it belongs to/who she has to be looking for. A picture of a gorgeous brunette, a little blonde girl…and a man comes up. They look pretty cozy. Obvious family photo. Right then the woman from the photo doubles back to get the phone. They look at each other. Yelena, being a bit of a bitch just goes: “Be more careful with your stuff.” And Kate is equally passive aggressive back as she yanks the phone away and rushes off. She’s late to a big meeting. She doesn’t have time for a dickhead stranger.

Ten minutes later, the entire teams from both companies sit in a conference room waiting for the one person who’s late: the fucking lawyer. Yelena casually waltzes in, holding her coffee, as if nothing. Aaaaaaand…there’s the woman from the coffee shop sitting at the head of the table. WELL…

Kate and Yelena try to get through this shit but they’re already both pissy and not having the other’s vibe. It gets feisty reallllllllll quick. Yelena thinks Kate is a shill who will sell anything for money. Who would want to be promoting oil companies in the current state of the world? Kate thinks Yelena has no morals. Who the fuck works for one of the worst global companies and how do they live with themselves? Neither of them knows the other doesn’t want anything to do with this lol.

Ultimately, Kate makes some lowkey snide comment about oil that Yelena overhears and barks back. Yelena’s leaving anyway. She doesn’t give a fuck anymore. The meeting quickly wraps up after that and they both huff out.

Yelena’s waits in the lobby for the coworkers who stay behind to politely wrap this shit up in a cordial manner. While Yelena hovers she meets the most charming kiddo waiting for her mom. Even Yelena’s bitch self has to admit the kid is pretty fucking cute. Yelena and Ereka have a moment. Yelena’s people come down and they all peace out.

Days later, Yelena accidentally starts a kitchen fire in her place while trying to cook. Her place is totaled and she doesn't see the point in signing a new lease when she has less than four months left in the city so…she rents an airbnb for the time she has remaining.

One afternoon, Riri and the sitter get locked out of their apartment. They end up hanging out at the neighbor’s place until Kate can get away and come let them back in………

…and Yelena is the neighbor. She rented the airbnb next to Kate’s place :)

#im still sick but we might keep control of one of the chambers and that is cause to fucking celebrate #i will take it #so im feeling very giving lol #kymau #kymaup #anonymous #answers

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Once again i’m here with the latest of Station 6x02 (a bit later than expected bc life gets in the way sometimes) with my thoughts about the episode (i literally just watched it so i think i won’t forget many details as usual spoilers ahead:

Maya and Carina going through a rough time is not even annoying me as much as what the team is treating her. Yes, i love Maya Bishop and yes we’ve already established the whole blackmailing thing was wrong but is she going to be punished forever for that? For wanting her job back? For being ambitious? Are women just supposed to sit back and wait for oportunities to come? That’s not gonna happen, so i still don’t know why they call her ruthless for going at a job she was damn good. Like honestly i’m just so annoyed at it. Like if Andy was able to move on from that, why don’t the others move on too

Beckett, the chief & Sullivan is a thing that sooner or later will come out and will blow up in everyone’s faces and i’m so ready for it. I hate how they will go: oh we’re a family and we stick together and we’ll fight anyone that tries to hurt our family but the same thing does not apply to Maya, go figure. With that being said, i get that Jack needs help and he does but it’s quite difficult to help someone who does not want to change, it takes effort, and it’s hard and painful but it’s worth it.

Which brings me to: Carina i adore you with my soul, and you’re too kind for your own good. Talk to your wife, when you’re home try to figure this out on your own. Not in the middle of the station, not with Jack who already has a lot going on and should be on his way to get help, not with Andy or Ben, with your wife. As much as i love Carina i don’t want to see her in this role of “fixing people” you don’t fix people, they get the help they need and all you can do is support them, it goes for Jack and it goes for Maya, Carina’s character should go beyond the whole “fixing people thing”

I like how Travis is aware of how dangerous politics can be because power corrupts people, he just wants to help and i love him for it. We’ll see how this goes + i just want the team to go back to their old self with the teasing and banter they used to have + it was nice to see Andy defending(ish) Maya like things could have been better but oh well

I hate Beckett and Dixon. No need to elaborate on that one

That last scene got me thinking so much, if you see that without context you’re going to think: wow she’s a bitch for playing with someone’s addiction like it’s nothing but knowing all of it i like the huge scale of a gray area this covers. Beckett dealing with that type of problem doesn’t make me jump up and down since alcoholism is super dangerous but he’s not playing nice either, Maya has always played by the rules and that lead her to her team kinda turning their backs on her (that episode where two black girls where kidnapped) and when she decides she’s gonna ignore that because of the greater good it costs her job so i get how she’s pissed because she was dismissed so hard by everyone, but knowing how addiction hits too close to home for her i don’t think that’s in character for her. I’m interesting to see how this is going to unfold, i enjoy those situations where morality can be put up to test.

Overall drama has been escalating i can only hope the truth comes out because dear lord i am tired of beckett

#station 19 #station 19 spoilers #maya bishop #carina deluca #andy herrera #natasha ross #vic hughes #travis montgomery #ben warren #theo ruiz #shane beckett #jack gibson #robert sullivan #ale watches station 19

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Bishop & Pan vs MJF & Swerve

It all comes down to this.

Joshua Bishop & Pandemonium, after weeks of fighting back against the system, the system that screwed Joshua Bishop out of the MPW World Title, and Pandemonium out of her shot at the MPW world title, have finally gotten their wish. It’s last chance saloon for their title hopes tonight, though, as this will be the last chance they get to punch their tickets to Hell on Earth. If they can beat the team of the MPW World Champion, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, and his challenger, Swerve Strickland tonight, we will have a four way dance Main Event for the MPW World Title at Hell on Earth.

If they cannot, MJF vs Swerve will commence as planned, and Josh & Pan may find themselves left off the card entirely.

Starting in the ring tonight, two men who have a lot of history with one another, including one of the biggest heists in MPW history, Joshua Bishop & Maxwell Jacob Friedman, Max having stolen the MPW World Title from Josh Bishop just a couple of weeks ago. The two of them starting in the ring with their teammates on the apron. Referee Jake Clemons calls for the bell, and we are officially underway! The two competitors get nose to nose, continuing to trash talk one another. Bishop shoves Max in the face, but MJF simply spins around, laughs, and walks back over, giving Bishop another shove. “What you got, bitch?” Max shouts, practically right in Bishop’s face, who responds by shoving Max down to the mat. MJF gets back up, and shoves Bishop again, but this time as Bishop tries to shove MJF, MJF spins and slips behind Bishop, trapping him in a waist lock. Bishop manages to pull MJF’s hands apart and trap his arm, before twisting it around and applying a wrist lock. MJF manages to roll through though, and trapping Bishop’s leg, is able to gain the leverage to reverse it and put Bishop in a wrist lock of his own, wrenching the arm and applying pressure to Bishop’s shoulder. Bishop twists it around, though, and manages to trap MJF in a hammer lock, getting behind him and really twisting the arm. MJF manages to pick his way out of it though, and slips behind Bishop, pulling him into a headlock, wrenching down on Bishop’s head and neck as much as possible. Bishop puts his foot on the back of MJF’s knee to force MJF down to a knee, before managing to slip out of the headlock and apply one of his own.

MJF manages to twist out of the headlock, with a little bit of help from grabbing and pulling on Bishop’s hair, before twisting around and trapping Bishop’s arm in a half Kimura, forcing Bishop down to the mat, and actually getting Bishop’s shoulders down!

1… Kickout!

Bishop manages to roll over and kick out, but that just gives MJF better control and leverage over the arm, which is what he could’ve been going for. MJF twists Bishop’s arm around for a wrist lock and controls the elbow as well, twisting the arm in a painful angle! Bishop manages to twist out of it though, and gets MJF to the mat with a headlock takedown. Bishop wrenches down on that until MJF manages to roll Josh over and get his shoulders down on the mat.

1… Kickout!

Bishop rolls back over and continues wrenching down on the headlock. MJF manages to fight back up to his knees, though, and once again slip out and goes right after Bishop’s arm, twisting it painfully. Bishop’s strength is the core of his offense, consisting of many powerful slams, and of course, the Bishop Bomb. If MJF takes the arm away, most of Bishop’s offense goes out the window, and that appears to be the gameplan tonight. Bishop manages to roll through, and slip behind MJF, before picking MJF up and throwing him across the ring! The strength of Bishop is astonishing! MJF rolls to the corner as Bishop tries to roll his shoulder, trying to work the pain out of his arm. Bishop goes back at MJF, but MJF reaches up and rakes Bishop’s eyes! Bishop stumbles away, clutching at his eyes as Clemons lectures MJF about staying away from the eyes. MJF goes over to his corner, and demands Swerve take over for him, before MJF tags in Swerve Strickland.

Swerve rolls his eyes before getting into the ring and nailing Bishop in the face with a big forearm to the jaw. Bishop tries to get back to his feet, but Swerve Strickland answers by peppering Josh Bishop with a couple of chops to the chest. Bishop answers with a chop of his own, and Swerve actually walks to the corner, and lets out a very visible “OW!” in response to that chop. Bishop catches Swerve with an axe handle to the back, causing Swerve’s knees to buckle, but Swerve turns around and catches Bishop with a boot to the gut to get Bishop to back up. Swerve grabs a handful of Bishop’s hair and slams it into the turnbuckle, causing Bishop to stumble back into the ropes. Swerve tries to go after him, but Bishop catches Swerve with a boot to the gut. He follows it up with an elbow to the back of the neck, dropping Swerve to his knees! Bishop tries to pick Swerve back up, but Swerve responds with two stiff forearms, before Bishop tries to send Swerve into the ropes, but on the rebound Swerve manages to spin and drop Joshua Bishop with a Rolling Elbow, taking the Intense Icon down! Swerve into the cover now!

1…2… Broken up!

Pan got into the ring and kicked Swerve right in the back of the head, before flipping Swerve off as he turns around. Swerve growls and goes to take a swing at Pan, but Pan is already back on the other side of the ropes, back on the apron, and taunts Swerve by showing him that she’s holding the tag rope. Swerve takes a long moment to stare Pan down, flaring his nostrils at her, before smirking at her. “Yeah, you stay on that apron, lil girl. This is man’s business in here.”

Well, all that flexing and grandstanding means Swerve is wasting a ton of time, and when he turns around to grab Josh Bishop again, Bishop nails Swerve with a chop so hard, it drops Swerve to the mat! Bishop makes the tag to Pan, and now it might be time for Swerve to eat his words! Swerve gets up, just to eat a flying kick from Pandemonium!

Pan picked Swerve’s arm and trapped him in a wrist lock, trying to turn it around into a hammerlock, but Swerve managed to drop down and escape, trapping Pan in a headlock, and squeezing it, putting a lot of pressure down on Pan’s head. Swerve continued to apply pressure until Pan managed to worm her way out of it, and pick Swerve’s arm again, trying to twist it before trapping it and hammering away at Swerve’s head with a couple of elbows, before trying to lock in an arm bar that Swerve blocks by locking his hands. Swerve manages to scoot himself over to the ropes on the outside and used those to pull himself out of the ring, and away from Pandemonium, saving his arm for the time being. Swerve rolled to the outside and shook his arm out, creating some space between him and the former Stardust Champion. Pandemonium rolled to the outside and went right after Swerve, grabbing him and catching him with a chop to the chest, but Swerve fired back and sent Pandemonium stumbling backwards. Swerve grabbed a chair from ringside and swung, cracking it over Pandemonium’s back, causing Pandemonium to drop to his knees and cry out in pain. Pan has to grit her teeth and fight through it. Hardcore matches weren’t her forte, but she’d be damned if she backed down from any member of the Fallen, no matter who. Swerve smirks before whacking Pandemonium with the chair again before tossing it into the ring. Swerve grabbed Pandemonium and whipped her into the guardrail, sending Pandemonium’s back crashing against the steel! Swerve began to dig under the ring, looking for some other weapons he could use to punish Pandemonium. Swerve grabbed a door out from under the ring, and went to toss that into the ring as well, but as he turned around looking for another chair from the ringside area, he was tossed one by Pandemonium. Before he could realize what was happening, Pandemonium jumped up and dropkicked the chair, sending it right into Swerve’s face! Swerve’s head snapped back as steel bounced off skull, and Swerve looked like he might have been knocked unconscious by that!

Pandemonium grabbed Swerve and rolled him back into the ring, before Pandemonium began to dig around underneath the ring for another weapon to use. In for a penny, in for a pound, and if Swerve wanted to get hardcore tonight, Pan would meet him in the middle on it. Pandemonium pulled a door out from underneath the ring, and slides it into the ring, taking the time to set up the door in the corner of the ring. Pan pounds on the door a few times, trying to get the crowd behind her, but Pandemonium turned around and marched up to Swerve to grab him, before Pandemonium could do anything, Swerve scooped her up into a fireman’s carry, before driving her through the door in the corner with a Death Valley Driver! Swerve dragged Pan out of the corner and went for the cover!

1….2… Broken up!

Josh Bishop saves the day! Swerve clutches the back of his head, before Bishop grabs one of the halves of the door Swerve broke, smashing it over Swerve’s head! Swerve crumples as Bishop gets Pan back into the team’s corner, making an official tag, Bishop now legal as he gets back into the ring and goes back at Swerve. Swerve crawled towards the middle of the ring, but he’s stopped by Bishop, who traps him in a waist lock, trying to lift him up into a German Suplex, but Swerve manages to fight out of it, before sliding out behind Bishop, and grabbing one of the steel chairs. Swerve tosses the chair, connecting with Bishop in the head as Bishop turns around, staggering the champion! Swerve quickly grabs another chair, setting it up, before charging at Bishop, jumping up onto him, and driving Bishop’s head into the chair with a leaping DDT! Swerve makes the cover!

1….2…Kickout!

Bishop gets the shoulder up, retaining his title for the moment. Swerve gets himself back to his feet and grabs at his kneepad, perching himself in the corner and waiting for Bishop to start to stir. Once Bishop gets himself up on his hands and knees, Swerve grabs at a chair, and lays it in front of Josh’s head, before measuring, charging, and crashing down on the chair with a dropkick! The little trickle of blood on Josh’s forehead before had to have become a gusher after that! Swerve covers!

1….2… Kickout!

Swerve sighs as he sits up on his knees, getting up and tagging in MJF rather forcefully, telling MJF to handle this as he needs a breather. Max looks at Swerve with a look, and a rather loud “how dare you!” but Max does relent as Swerve brushes him off and walks around the ringside area, retrieving a bottle of water from Prince Nana. Both Max & Paul Heyman look appalled from the brazenness of Swerve, but Max, not wanting to lose the advantage, does get into the ring and try to go after Josh Bishop… only for Bishop to send Max sky high with a big back drop! Max screams as he goes flying, and lands with a hard thud right onto the mat! Max clutches his back and rolls to the ropes, trying to roll up to his feet as Bishop grabs one half of the door, and tags Pan into the match again. Bishop waits for Max to turn around before throwing him half of the door, before Pan charges in, and kicks the half door into Max’s face with a HUGE Dropkick! Pan makes the cover, Max’s shoulders are down, Pan and Josh looking to go to Hell on Earth!

1….2… Kickout!

Max survives! Pan sits up on her knees, and looks to Josh, shaking her head, cursing to herself as this match threatens to spew into deep water territory. Pan gets back to her feet, and tries to go over and tag Bishop, when Josh Bishop is pulled off the apron from behind! Sister Abigail, wherever the fuck she came from, grabs Bishop off the apron, and throws Bishop into the steel guardrail! Pan looks like she wants to get out of the ring and help, when Syn DRILLS her in the back with a steel chair! Paul Heyman has called out the reinforcements with things starting to falter for his meal ticket, and the MPW World Tag Team Champs are here to turn the tides! Syn throws the chair aside as he picks Pan up onto his shoulders, looking for a Death Valley Driver, but suddenly, Pan is yanked off Syn’s shoulders, and as Syn turns around, he eats a right hand from Samoa Joe! Joe runs down to try and even the odds out here, as he pops Syn in the jaw a couple of times with a couple of right hands, and as Syn stumbles into the ropes, Joe clotheslines him over the top, and to the floor! Joe turns and hits the ropes, before diving through them, 300 pounds flying through the air, and crashing onto Syn on the outside! Joe takes down Syn!

Joe gets back to his feet, just in time for him to turn around, and get BLASTED by a Big Boot from Abigail! Abigail drops Joe, and back in the ring, as Pan fights back to her feet, MJF grabs her, lifts her up high, and plants her with a big powerbomb! MJF sits it out, and keeps Pan’s shoulders down, looking for the cover!

1….2… Kickout!

Pan kicks out at two! MJF rolls to the side, clearly frustrated by Pan’s resilience here tonight. MJF drags Pan back to her feet, before he caught Pan with a knife edge chop to the chest, before dropping her down to a seated position with a snapmare, and running off the ropes, catching Pan with a sharp penalty kick to the back, before dropping down and trapping Pan in a chin lock. MJF continued to drive his knee right into Pandemonium’s spine, using it as a focal point to apply pressure. Pan first tried to reach for the ropes, but when she realized she wasn’t going anywhere, he began to pick at MJF’s fingers, eventually managing to pry MJF off of her, before catching MJF with a back elbow, staggering him, before getting up, running off the ropes, and trying for a Frankensteiner, which MJF caught and turned into a powerbomb! MJF planted Pan down to the mat, before grabbing control of the legs, and twisting them together, turning Pan over and locking in a brutal and deep looking Cloverleaf! Pan cried out in pain, and tried desperately to reach out for the ropes! MJF sat all the way down, but kept an eye on Pan, making sure he wasn’t drawing too close to the ropes. While Pan wasn’t going anywhere, MJF did notice what he thought to be an opening. MJF released the hold and quickly tried to transition into a Salt of the Earth, but Pan was too quick, and quickly rolled MJF over onto his shoulders!

1..2… Kickout!

MJF managed to escape, and was quickly back up to his feet, only to be blasted by a superkick from Pan! MJF’s head snapped back from the impact, and Pan quickly tried to grab MJF and toss him overhead with a half and half suplex, but MJF caught Pan with an elbow to break the hold, before grabbing Pan by the head, and charging for the corner, using the turnbuckles as steps to climb up and over, driving Pan’s head back into the mat with a Tornado DDT! MJF hooked both legs as he tried to finish this one!

1...2… Kickout!

Pan out again! MJF huffs in frustration, and grabs a handful of Pandemonium’s hair, and drags her up to his feet, before throwing Pan on the apron, looking to set up the Heatseeker, but Pan manages to shove him away, and catch him with a forearm, sending MJF stumbling away. Pan sets her feet on the apron, and looks for something of a springboard, but suddenly, something catches her foot, and pulls her back down. Pan turns to see who it was, only to get a face full of black mist from Julia Hart! Pan is blinded, as MJF drags her halfway through the ropes, and plants Pan head first with a HUGE Heatseeker! Pan gets her head driven into the mat, and MJF drags her away from the ropes, hooking the leg, looking to end Pan’s title hopes!

1….2… KICKOUT!

Pandemonium kicks out of the Heatseeker! Holy shit! MJF can’t believe it! Max sits up and tries to figure out what he’s going to do next, but he elects to do what MJF always defaults to doing… Yelling.

“Julia! Get your fucking ass in here and finish her off! Mist her again, I don’t care, just get your ass in here!”

Max apparently doesn’t wanna get his hands dirty anymore, making room as Julia slides into the ring, and goes to grab Pandemonium. As Julia does, though, the lights cut out!

The lights return, and the crowd are ON THEIR FEET as Malakai Black & Prince Devitt are here! Devitt surprises Max, charging him and dropping him with a Slingblade, and as Julia tries to mist Malakai, Malakai is quicker on the draw, dropping Julia with a Black Mass!

Pan back to her feet, and as Malakai & Devitt clear out, Bishop gets back onto the apron, as Pan reaches out, and finally gets the tag to Joshua Bishop!

Bishop gets into the ring, and drops Max with a big shoulder tackle, before Bishop charges and kicks Swerve Strickland off the apron with a big pump kick, before Bishop turns and grabs MJF, shooting him off the ropes, and catching him on the rebound with a MASSIVE Black Hole Slam! Bishop wastes little time, wanting to put this one to bed, looking for a Bishop Bomb…

But Syn cracks a chair over Bishop’s back, causing Bishop to drop down to a knee! Syn raises the chair up, and cracks it over Bishop’s head this time, completely dropping Bishop down to the mat!

Max gets back to his feet, and Swerve joins them in the ring, Syn lays the chair down, and Swerve heads up to the top rope, as Max tries to lift Bishop up for a piledriver on the chair, apparently with Swerve looking to assist…

But here comes Wes Barkley and Blade! Blade slides into the ring and knocks Swerve Strickland off the top rope, as Wes rolls forward and drops Syn with a huge Somersault Senton! Wes knocks Syn out of the ring, and Bishop manages to backdrop MJF, dropping him back to the mat! Bishop clutches his back as he falls, as Blade and Wes slide out of the ring, and go right after Syn.

Max manages to crawl to his corner, and get a blind tag off to Swerve, just in time for Bishop to turn around and charge. Bishop crushes Max in the corner with a splash, and grabs Max by the throat, dragging him back to the middle of the ring, before planting MJF with a HUGE Chokeslam! Josh drops down, and looks for the cover, not realizing that Max isn’t the legal man, which allows Swerve to sneak up from behind and BLAST Josh with a House Call! Bishop looks like he might be out cold, this might be it. Swerve preserves his one on one match for the MPW World title! Cover!

1….2… KICKOUT!

Josh Bishop kicks out of a House Call! And no one in this building, especially Swerve, can believe it! Swerve gets up, huffing in frustration, perching himself in the corner, as he waits for Bishop to get back up. Looking for the kill shot that would end this thing, Swerve measures… but before Swerve can strike, MJF tags himself in!

Swerve’s attention quickly shifts from his opponent to his partner, as he looks for an explanation as to just what the hell Max thinks he’s doing! Max blows Swerve off, and quickly tries to grab Josh Bishop, which actually causes Swerve to leave the ring! Swerve grabs Prince Nana, and they’re leaving! Paul shouts at them, trying to tell them to come back, but Max doesn’t seem aware that he’s just been left high and dry at all! Max looks for a Heatseeker on Josh, but Josh shoves Max off! Mad spins around, right into a Superkick from Pan, which nearly takes his head off! The kick spins Max around, right into Bishop, who kicks him in the gut, before lifting the MPW World Champ up, and drives him into the mat with a huge Bishop Bomb! Bishop folds Max up, and Pan jumps on top too, Max’s shoulders are down!

1…2…3!

They did it!

“Here are your winners, the team of Joshua Bishop & Pandemonium!”

Josh and Pan have punched their tickets to Hell on Earth!

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Fan Forum > TV Shows - Past > Fringe > Kirk Acevedo/Agent Charlie Francis #5 "Hey kiddo", when will we see you again?

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Paradise is where I am

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♥ Please, you couldn't handle it...Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it ♥

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~Peter & Olivia~

Purpose. Meaning. Happiness. Love.

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Fun Fact: Charlie France was born on June 22 1978 in both universes.

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Charlie Francis Season One Scenes Survivor - Part Two

Bound

Scene 17

CHARLIE: Liv. Are you okay?

OLIVIA: Yep.

CHARLIE: Hey, Liv, you know I had nothing to do with the way you were taken in, right?

OLIVIA: Yeah, I know that. That son of a bitch Harris, he molested three women. I put him away, and that's what this is about. I am not gonna ask him for a thing. I'm gonna go to that building myself.

CHARLIE: We sent a team to the address, to the building where you were being held. It was empty. There was nothing there.

OLIVIA: What about the phone I got? The car I took? Did you trace...

CHARLIE: They're clean. The only prints were you. Oh, there's something else. There's a woman here to see you-- Rachel. She says that you're expecting her. Who is she?

OLIVIA: She's my sister.

Scene 18

CHARLIE: (enters the lab for a quiet conversation) Peter. You got a moment?

PETER: What's up?

CHARLIE: Olivia may have a lead on who abducted her. Only she can't pursue it without some help. I can't help her.

PETER: Why not?

CHARLIE: Suffice it to say that sometimes a problem with being in law enforcement is that you gotta obey the law yourself.

PETER: And you think I'm the guy to break the law for you?

CHARLIE: I'm sorry, I didn't--

PETER: No, look, you're right. I am the guy to break the law for you. What do we need?

CHARLIE: I need a wiretap.

PETER: On who?

CHARLIE: Mitchell Loeb... FBI.

Transformation

Scene 20

OLIVIA: Charlie. Come here a second. See this guy? Daniel Hicks, he owns an import export company based in Chelsea. He's the guy that Marshall Bowman was flying in to meet. We need to bring him in for questioning.

CHARLIE: This your gut again? What's going on, Liv?

OLIVIA: Okay, this is going to sound insane. So let's just put it in the category of "crazy things happening in Walter Bishop's lab."

CHARLIE: Okay.

OLIVIA: (quietly) John Scott and I shared consciousness. Our minds were connected through a procedure before he died, and... some of his memories are still in my head.

CHARLIE: His memories?

OLIVIA: And sometimes I get flashes. I see what he saw in the memory. And in one of these flashes, I saw him with Marshall Bowman and this guy... Hicks. I think they were all working together.

CHARLIE: On what?

OLIVIA: I don't know. A weapons sale of some kind?

CHARLIE: Okay. I'll bring him in.

OLIVIA: That's it?

CHARLIE: Despite the thousand questions I have in my head right now, I'm going to bite my tongue.

OLIVIA: Thank you.

[B][COLOR="Purple"]Unleashed

Scene 25

SONIA FRANCIS: Do you hear this? There's some kind of mountain lion on the loose.

CHARLIE: Mountain lion?

SONIA FRANCIS: Yeah, in Boston. Where does a mountain lion come from in Boston.

CHARLIE: Maybe it escaped from the zoo.

SONIA FRANCIS: Well, I doubt that, otherwise they would just say so.

REPORTER: ...local authorities advise that if you do spot the mountain lion that you should not try to approach it...

CHARLIE: Well, baby, that's why you married me.

SONIA FRANCIS: Why?

CHARLIE: 'cause I can protect you from all the scary things that are out there.

SONIA FRANCIS: And, uh, who's gonna protect you?

CHARLIE: I told you, it's just a scrape. Bad guy, broken bottle.

SONIA FRANCIS: Ohh.

CHARLIE: Nothing I haven't handled before a dozen times.

SONIA FRANCIS: Who's that?

CHARLIE: (answers the ringing doorbell) Liv.

OLIVIA: Charlie, hey.

CHARLIE: What's up?

OLIVIA: ...uh.

CHARLIE: You okay?

OLIVIA: Yeah, Charlie, um -- but you may not be.

Scene 27

OLIVIA: You need anything?

CHARLIE: A shot of J.D. and a chaser of beer would be nice. You know, hunting this thing in the sewers... It's not a good idea, Liv.

OLIVIA: You got a better idea?

CHARLIE: Yeah. Don't get hurt for me.

OLIVIA: Well, that's not really very fair considering you would do the same thing for me. I'll be back soon... promise.

Scene 28

SONIA FRANCIS: Hello.

CHARLIE: You just get in?

SONIA FRANCIS: Hi. I thought it might be you. I just got in from the market. I ran into Jody.

CHARLIE: What is it?

SONIA FRANCIS: Oh, uh, she just told me a really funny joke.

CHARLIE: Tell me.

SONIA FRANCIS: ...so the patient goes to his doctor and he says, ‘Doctor, if I give up wine, women, and song, will I live longer?’ and the doctor says, ‘Well, no. But it'll feel longer.’

CHARLIE: (laughs, wheezes in discomfort)

SONIA FRANCIS: You don't think that's funny.

CHARLIE: I do.

SONIA FRANCIS: No, you don't. Are you gonna be home for dinner?

CHARLIE: I don't know.

SONIA FRANCIS: Okay, alright. Well, I will see you when you get home. And I love you, babe, even more for laughing at that joke.

CHARLIE: And I love you too.

SONIA FRANCIS: Bye-bye.

Scene 29

CHARLIE: That's it then?

WALTER: Now we wait. Prepare Agent Francis for the ultrasound.

OLIVIA: What?

CHARLIE: Sonia and I, we've been talking a lot lately about having a baby.

ASTRID: Sorry, I gotta gel you up.

WALTER: You were right. What you said before about the consequences, I don't think of them, never have. Don't know if I can. That's not who I am.

PETER: I know. But you were brave today.

WALTER: Yeah. Check in on Agent Francis. Let's look in on our little friends.

ASTRID: It didn't work.

WALTER: Ever the pessimist. Look.

OLIVIA: They're dying.

CHARLIE: What happens now?

WALTER: Now you crap 'em out.

Scene 30

SONIA FRANCIS: Hey, you're home.

CHARLIE: I didn't mean to wake you.

SONIA FRANCIS: You feel good.

CHARLIE: So do you.

SONIA FRANCIS: um-huh

The Road Not Taken

Scene 31

CHARLIE: No movement. Why am I not surprised you brought one of those? (lock pick)

OLIVIA: Because you know me too well.

CHARLIE: If we get caught, I don't know you at all. Looks like somebody left in a hurry.

ANSWERING MACHINE: You have four new messages.

SUSAN PRATT: Mister Winters, this is Susan. Susan Pratt. You told me to call you if anything odd started happening. Well, it did, after I took the tests. Please call me back.

CHARLIE: I'm gonna call ERT, have them dust for prints.

There’s More Than One of Everything

Scene 33

CHARLIE: You're saying that William Bell disappeared into a different universe? Like Dorothy going to Oz?

OLIVIA: Well, Walter calls it an alternate reality. Do you understand?

CHARLIE: Not remotely. You're saying that William Bell is not on this planet.

NINA: No, he is. Just another version of this planet.

OLIVIA: Have you ever had déjà vu?

CHARLIE: Living a moment you've already lived before? Yes. What does this have to do with where Bell is?

OLIVIA: Well, déjà vu is like a glimpse into the other side. You feel like you've been somewhere before because actually in another reality you have.

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"Admit it. You like me..."

BOlivia

#fringe #charlie francis #olivia dunham #peter bishop #walter bishop #nina sharp #lincoln lee #astrid farnsworth #gene the cow

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The Forgotten - Chapter Seven - Hope Renewed

God this took forever but motivation hit me like a truck the past few days.

Full story here

He knew where to go, making all the right turns and slipping into the secret entrance of the well-hidden base. The heavy door swung open for them and the guard behind it sat staring wide eyed at the tall genius his mouth opening wide with happiness.

“Don.” He quipped launching at the mutant to embrace him.

The green arms opened wide accepting the human happily, “Josh, it’s so good to see you. After all these years of not knowing how the war was going, I was afraid of how everyone was fairing.” Pulling the man back Don eyed him up and down. “All intact, no missing limbs. Good, good.”

Then a high-pitched squeal came from down the hall, a long-winded happy screech that echoed throughout the entire compound. Donnie’s brown eyes left his friend and watched with glee as April came bounding down the long corridor tears streaming down her face. “Donatello!” she screamed elongating her strides until she leaped up and into Donnie arms with everything she was.

Don caught her with ease swinging April around as she pressed happy kisses to his whole entire face.

“You son of a bitch!” Came another ecstatic cry. “Get those nerd hands off my wife!”

Donnie slowed his movements and set April down to greet Casey as he barreled into his plastron. April was smart enough to back up from him because the speed and momentum of the human nearly knocked Donnie from his feet. A steadying hand of Aurora on Don’s carapace kept the two men from tumbling to the ground in a heap.

“Gods man, you are a sight for sore eyes.” Casey laughed wiping away spent tears. “Where the fuck have you been brainiac? Shits gone sideways since you vanished.”

“It has something to do with that arch in the lair, doesn’t it?” April interjected snuggling back into Donnie’s arms now that Casey was a hair length away from him.

By now the commotion had brought a herd of onlookers all excited to see Donatello back in the flesh. One of the brothers back in the fold; one that had been missing for several years.

“Yes April,” he started slowly watching as the crowed got bigger. “I’ve been in another dimension this whole time.” He filled everyone in on his last few years telling them about the other four mutant brothers and the possibility of more across more dimensions. How surreal it was to work with another Donatello sharing ideas and figuring out ways to get him home. It took nearly three hours for the mob to recede and disperse after the story was finished leaving Donnie, Aurora, April, and Casey walking towards R&D.

April ran her hand up and down Donnie’s shell. “I know you just got back but we need to figure this thing out. The sooner you can figure out how this thing works the sooner we can get your brothers back and the rest of Bishop’s zombies.”

“Don’t worry April; I’ve been waiting for this moment for four years. I’m ready to get back to work.”

Pushing the doors open to R&D the small team of scientists nearly choked out a sigh of relief at the familiar frame of the man who had started the lab. They took the explanation for his absence and suddenly became very interested in the machine that sent him across the multiverse.

Aurora stayed right behind Donnie, unwilling to let him out her sight for a second. She was pretty sure she’d accompany him into the bathroom just to make sure he didn’t vanish in thin air again. She was going to be clingy as fuck but at this point, she didn’t care, and he would have to deal with it. She’d crawl into his shell with him if he allowed it. At least she would be his shadow for a little bit, who could blame her?

April slid besides her wrapping her arm around Aurora’s waist for comfort. Her fingers drug Aurora close pressing their sides together and April stifled back a sob.

“He’s here, D is really here.” One hand clumsily wiped away tears as she leaned her head on Aurora’s shoulder to watch the scientists fawn over the return of the nerd. “I bet that was a fun reunion.” She giggled only to the kunoichi.

The blonde bit her lip reminiscing and savoring the ache between her legs. “It was.” She whispered almost breathlessly. “I’m far from through with Don; I hope his stamina hasn’t wavered over the years.”

The tilt of Donnie’s head indicated he had heard her response and the smile that curled the corner of his mouth verified it. He turned away from the scientists and moved to Aurora. A long digit slipped under her chin and tilted her head back to gain access to her mouth.

Opening her mouth to give access to his warm tongue Aurora mewled at the impromptu kiss. Her fingers cupped his cheeks and rubbed her thumb long his bottom lip as they pulled apart. Another quick peck and wink the genius went back to the scientists who were now pulling the item in question from its locked prison.

Being handed the glass tube with the prone metal object inside Donnie’s face scrunched up into confusion. He shook it softly clinking the item around in the glass. “Is it broken?”

“Nope.” Aurora smiled taking the glass cylinder from his large green mitts. Flipping a knife free from her belt she dug the sharp tip into the flesh of her thumb allowing a burst of fresh blood to ooze forth. She unlatched the top and offer a few drops to the thing inside. As the crimson slid down the side Aurora closed the container quickly handing it back to Donatello.

As the warm liquid reached its destination the tiny limbs of the metal object began to search out the blood. Soon the tips of the tentacles were coated in red, and the head began to bob around and moved towards the fresh plasma.

“They’re attracted to blood?” Donne’s eyes were big as saucers observing the now moving specimen with keen interest. “What else do you know about them? How did you come across it? Everything….I need everything.”

Casey took point and filled Don on how they found it and how it searched for living tissue and blood. The scientists followed with their findings since they had taken possession of it and assured there was no tracking device inside. Its sole purpose was to control its host.

As Donnie moved to the equipment in the back of the large room to begin his own assessment one of the scientists came out with the terrapin’s old lab coat. He set the specimen down in a tray and put on his coat and let out a heavy sigh. “Now let’s get this thing figured out.” He watched Aurora take a seat in one of the chairs and made herself comfortable. “You know you don’t have to stay here. I’m sure you hav….”

Aurora quickly cut him off. “I’m not letting you out of my site for quite a while nerd, so concentrate on that thing so we can be done with this mess once and for all.”

Donatello’s smile widened and nodded, “Very well my lady.” Then he turned to begin the work that would bring this war to an end.

As the purple terrapin continued with his work, an array of people cycled through the lab. Most were soldiers confirming orders or asking for leave but Aurora was pretty sure it was to gawk at the mutant. Honestly, she didn’t care she knew Donnie was eating up the attention. The genius was always the one with the confidence issues so knowing he had been missed was a boost to his ego.

Casey made a few appearances just making sure Donnie was really home, coming up next the turtle to pat him on the oversized shell.

“God damn it’s good to have you back D.” Aurora heard Casey exclaim.

April came in late as Aurora began to drift in and out in her chair. Warm hands slipped over her shoulders squeezing at the tense muscles. April’s thumbs dug deep into the tissue getting a soft hiss of blissful discomfort from the kunoichi. Her head lulled back and forth while April continued her work moving between her shoulder blades. “I’ll give you all night to stop that.” Aurora mumbled softly.

April watched the other scientists bid the terrapin goodnight while genius continued to work at the computer, fingers typing away at the data he had just gathered. His long green fingers worked so elegantly over the keys. they were oversized which you would think they would mash clumsily at the small plastic keys, but Donnie had mastered the technique of maneuvering his massive finger pads over the keyboard. “He looks tired.” She leaned down to whisper in Aurora’s ear. “You should take him to bed.”

As April’s fingers stopped and moved down her arms Aurora pushed up from her seat and noticed the tired look on Don’s face. “Yeah, you’re right it’s time for bed. Anything going on tomorrow I should know about?”

“There’s a supply run tomorrow; Casey wants you on it. With the guys more active he wants you around to distract them if they come across the run.”

“Sounds like a plan, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Nite.”

Aurora moved behind the mutant running her nails over the white coat catching the scrutes of his carapace. “Let’s not over work you on the first night back D, let’s go to bed.”

His large hand moved over the back of his neck and turned to the blonde. His golden eyes were tired, but his smile was genuine and warm. Moving closer his arms wrapped around her waist hoisting her up into his lap and his beak nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Warm lips pressed gently against her skin and Aurora tilted her head to give him better access. “Our Bed.” He hummed into her flesh with another kiss. “Next to you.” He continued grazing his teeth as he moved lower. “I would be delighted.”

With one fluid motion the terrapin lifted both of them to his feet and a testament to his strength Donatello moved Aurora to one arm to shed his coat setting it on the nearest chair. Reaching down he grabbed his discarded duffle and headed out into the halls and to their room. As they moved to their destination Aurora’s hand moved over his green crown running her fingers over the purple mask.

Entering their room, Donatello shut the door and deposited his bag on the bed. “I think a shower is in order first.” His steps faulted just for a second scenting the room. “I can smell Leonardo.”

“He paid the compound a visit the other night under the ruse of being “captured”. Thankfully the men weren’t complete idiots and put precautions in place, but he of course escaped and paid me a visit.”

Donnie’s legs stopped setting the woman down to get a look at her face, “Did, did he hurt you?”

“No, not this particular meeting.” Aurora started slowly. “Let’s just say he came for answers, and I obliged, amongst other things. But you know my lack of will power when it comes to you and your brothers. Then when he was docile I used pressure points to prepare him for transport and Casey got him out without compromising our location.”

“Smart.” Brushing a lock of hair form her eyes the genius gave her a knowing smile. “You did always have a way with diffusing any situation when it came to us.” Don whispered against her forehead.

Aurora wriggled from his grasp and began to strip, “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how to bring you four to your knees. You four run on sex….well coffee and sex with you, you big nerd.”

“What can I say, I’m a complex man compared to my brothers.”

Gripping his hands Aurora pulled Donatello into the adjoining bathroom, “Come on, how long has it been since you’ve had someone scrub your shell?”

“Years.” Donnie sighed kicking his boots free and unhooking his tech. “That Donnie had invented an extension so we could do it ourselves but it’s never the same as when someone else is doing it.” Suspenders slipped from his shoulders and Donatello’s fingers unfastened his pants allowing them to fall to the tile floor. “I was hoping you could help a turtle out.”

Now fully naked Aurora opened a drawer pulling out the large brush she had used so many times on all their shells. It had laid unused for years and now she was so ready to bring it out of retirement.

His eyes widened along with his smile, “You kept Susan after all these years?”

Her fingers ran over the bristles following the tall terrapin into the massive shower. “I may have packed some things away to help with my sanity, but I kept everything. I just couldn’t get myself to part with your stuff, it felt like I was giving up on you which I was never prepared to do……ever. Thankfully April was behind the madness and allowed me to keep you and your brothers hoard of belongings.”

Hot water poured from the shower as Donatello turned the shower knobs on to the desired temp and stepped under the spray. “I am thankful for that, you have no idea.”

As the genius got used to the water Aurora set to her task and began scrubbing away at the dingy carapace. With all his gear gone she could only see a few specks of paint that remained from Michelangelo’s artwork he had done a few days before Don had disappeared. She pressed gently on those spots trying to preserve it just a little longer. Mikey would be home soon to create another masterpiece.

After a few strokes Don’s hands moved to the shower walls and hung his head fully enjoying the treatment. A few more and he was groaning voicing his bliss until Aurora came across a loose section. Reaching up above his head Aurora pulled a knife from its hiding spot.

“Got a loose one D, give me a minute.”

He made no noise only nodded as the tip of the blade worked under the loose scrute. Just like she had performed this task yesterday the delicate procedure came back to her with ease. Working it side to side the thin plate of finally slipped free floating to the water at their feet. Her fingers ran over the back of his shell searching for anymore loose keratin. She was about to stop when the turtle let out a shuttering breath.

“Please don’t stop, it’s been so long since I’ve felt your hands back there, anyone’s hands back there. A few more minutes please.” His voice was a desperate whisper, who was she to deny him when she was so happy to give.

Letting out a soft chuckle Aurora pressed her lips to a ridge and returned her wandering fingers to the task. Through the grooves and valleys Donnie hummed softly at the gentle contact of the pads from Aurora’s fingers. His head hung low while his stance widened to enjoy the touch. She watched the muscles lose their tension below the taught green scales as he gave into her ministrations. The water cascading over his flesh was mesmerizing, the water traveled through the scales and valleys of the dense visceral tissue. Aurora had forgotten just how long it had been since she was able to enjoy the view of any of them.

“I’ve missed you.” She whispered resting her cheek on his shell.

Standing back to his full height Donatello turned around and wrapped his arms around her pulling Aurora into the warm spray. His large hands ran up and down her back while nestling his chin on the top of her head. “I’ll never leave you again.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

After the shower Donnie pulled Aurora into bed and atop his plastron wrapping his arms around her frame. She adjusted herself resting her ear just above his heart listening to the steady thump of the large muscle.

After a few moments of silence, the rhythm of his breathing indicated Donatello had fallen asleep. Lifting her head Aurora rested her chin on her hands watching the long-lost terrapin slumber. His mask was hanging in the bathroom, so his features were easily viewed. Time seemed to favor them, no wrinkles so signs of aging, still as handsome and young as ever. As her eyes began to droop her fingers reached up cupping his cheek smiling as he leaned into the touch.

“Nite D. Love you.”

Early in the morning she remembered Donnie slipping her from his chest saying he was going back to R & D because he had an idea. With a quick kiss to her lips Don covered Aurora back up and exited into the hallway. When she finally did rouse a note in her palm confirmed his location and lessened the initial panic attack of waking up alone……again. One night, the nerd couldn’t give her one full night, but she couldn’t be too mad if it meant progress.

Getting dressed and ready for the day she hurried to R & D. There Donnie sat at the table, eyes focused on whatever was on the slab in the microscope. Next to him was the metal parasite disassembled with parts marked for identification.

The notepad under his palm as he scribbled with a pencil was littered with notes and code, some illegible only readable to D and other scribble she could make out from her years watching the genius work. Making her way over to him her hands ran up to his shoulders squeezing at the muscles.

“Morning handsome.”

“Goo…..” his voice cut off and his hand begin to write faster, there was no way to decipher it herself. The pencil fell to the note pad and the mutant scooted his chair over the computer and began to type pulling up programs and scrolling through code.

“D?”

His eyes never left the screen but the smile engulfing his face was a good sign, a great sign.

“That son of a bitch!”

“What Don?”

“He’s using the radio waves to send and mask his signal! I was looking for everything and anything that he could use for a signal not even considering something as primitive as radio waves.” Donatello rolled back over to the microscope and looked back at item in its view. “Here look.” Ushering her forward Don pointed to the viewing glass. “Do you know what an EEG is?”

“Yes, I believe so. You did a test on Leonardo once measuring his brain waves when he meditated with EEG technology.”

“Correct, that little device is like an electroencephalograph but instead measuring brain waves it has been modified to manipulate them. But you can’t just send those frequencies out without some sort of carrier. That little blue box at the top left is the tiniest radio receiver I have ever seen. He’s using the radio waves to transmit the frequency to keep them under his control.”

Aurora looked back up at Donnie who was hovering over her. Her fingers found his lab coat and pulled herself up and into his arms. “D you beautiful nerd! Can you stop all this?” her excitement rose as his smile broadened and pressed his lips to hers.

“I still need to get to that base and stop the transmission but I should be able to make some sort of electronic pulse to hopefully permanently disable the devices without causing any damage to its hosts…….hopefully.”

“Fuck after all these years I’ll take it! You just let us know what you need from us.”

“Before you go out to help Casey, I’m going to make a radio jammer for the time being. It won’t disable it but it should block the signal while they are within range of it. I was down in the supply room and saw something that I can jimmyrig to my specks. I don’t know if it will stop the whole transmission, I don’t know the strength of his machine so it might only confuse them enough to get away or they might get their full memory back. Either way it will be a good test.” Moving away from Aurora Donnie made his way to the door. “I’ll start working on it right away. I know Case wants to get going soon.”

Leo rolled to his side bringing his brute brother into view just beside him. Bishop was becoming more and more unhinged with his plan to uproot the remaining resistance and eradicate them. But the man’s aim was still spot on. If that blade, he had plunged into Raphael’s side was 3 millimeters to the left it would have punctured his lung. Thankfully whatever those scientists have injected into them had advanced healing properties. So, the lacerations on Raph’s arms had already begun to heal adding to his many scars but the internal wound would take a little longer.

The leader watched his brother’s chest rise and fall, steady, deep in slumber; the sedative he had given him was doing the trick. If he had just followed orders Raphael wouldn’t have had to endure that. How could he have been so weak; his brother’s safety was his first priority. He couldn’t fail Bishop again; if he did Mikey would be next to butcher.

Speaking of his youngest brother, Mike had been acting a little different since he had gotten back with medical supplies. It had taken him longer than it should, but Michelangelo insisted he couldn’t find the right items and had to ask someone to help to locate what he needed in the warehouse. It was plausible but the one thing that stood out was when he left, he was covered in Raphael’s blood and when he returned his hands were clean smelling of strong chemicals, potent enough to burn his nostrils. And he seemed to keep rubbing at the back of his skull and looking at his arms. It was peculiar but Michelangelo could be an odd duck at times so Leo he didn’t waste too much time thinking about it. But he was now on the leader’s radar, more than usual at least.

He closed his eyes regulating his breathing hoping to find some peace in order to sleep, he focused on his brothers breathing which usually helped but those damn purple eyes, the sounds she made while he took her, marked, claimed, like it was the only thing he was meant to do. But something darker nagged at him something Leo couldn’t quite understand. After she had rendered him unconscious Aurora could have easily ended his life, the top general in her enemy’s army yet she released him…..unharmed. It made her accusations towards Bishop a little more credible. If she was as ruthless as Bishop made the Commander out to be he wouldn’t have been allowed to leave….alive. That he was sure of.

Eventually his mind began to quiet as he played with scenarios in his head, the ones that eased him into slumber involved blonde hair wound between his fingers and a soft body warming his plastron.

Casey and Aurora were going over the plan for the supply run when Donnie came with a small device dwarfed by his large mitts.

“Is that it?” Casey asked turning to give the terrapin his full attention.

Don shook his head giving him the device. “No, it’s something temporary. It will jam the signal theoretically. I’m not sure of the strength of the signal so it could block it completely within a few hundred feet or it could just muddle it enough to confuse them. Plus, I don’t know how much juice this thing will eat up so once you press that little red button you are on borrowed time. We’ll still need to infiltrate the main base to shut the machine down and destroy the servers with the code on there. But at least we know how he’s controlling them.”

Casey rolled the thing around in his hands gently running the tip of his fingers along the old metal. He was quiet for a few beats before he took a long heavy sigh and squeezed at the back of his neck. “Fuck…..it’s been so long since we’ve had hope, like real hope…… I know we’re far from the end of this but jesus fuckin christ this little thing is so beautiful.” His eyes moved back up to Donnie tears brimming in the corners. “You’re beautiful D, I knew you’d figure this shit out.” The man launched forward wrapping his arms around the tall turtle’s neck in an awkward man hug.

Donatello gladly returned the hug picking his friend up off the floor with this height. “We’ll get them all back Case, I promise.” With a quick swing of the man’s free falling legs Don set Casey back on the ground. “I want to go with you guys today.”

Aurora’s fingers hooked around the waist of Donatello’s pants and wiggled his hips, “As much I don’t want to be apart from you, we need you here working on an upgrade for this thing. If we come in contact with anyone, we’ll let you know how it worked and how long it worked for. When we get back, we’ll start on a plan on how to get into the base. I’m hoping I may have an idea on how, but I need to test the theory more.”

“Care to enlighten us?” Donnie asked folding his arms over his chest in suspicion.

“Um….maybe Mikey…..”

Casey’s face scrunched up in disbelief, “What in the fuck are you talking about? Mikey is one of them?”

“Well……I was so caught up in Donnie returning that I forgot to mention that I encountered Mike in the base. He saw me, the little shit and cornered me in a room. Thankfully he didn’t alert anyone because you know him, always with the questions and without big brother there to intimidate him Mikey wanted his answers. He asked about his birthmark as a test.”

“The slice of watermelon?” the chuckle was hard to disguise in Don’s voice.

“Yes.”

“The one you like to chew on after he gets out of the shower?”

“The very one.”

“GUYS!”

“Sorry, that and the way I looked at them when we first encountered them a few months ago on the truck. You know how intuitive Mike is; he can read a soul like a god damn book. He could see that I was happy to see them when I should have been scared. Well, that was until they tried to kill me. But he knew something was up and it had been bugging him ever since. Long story short I confirmed his suspicions and he helped me get out undetected. But while we were finishing our conversation, I mentioned Don here and Mikey’s head began to hurt. At that very moment that thing inside him was making its rounds around the back of his skull and he could feel it. Freaked him the fuck out but it was proof enough. I think even though that thing is still inside him he’s ready to help. At least I hope he is.”

She watched their faces as the two men processed the information she had just given them. Casey was still skeptical, but she couldn’t blame him and Donnie…there was hope in his eyes but he hadn’t seen the viciousness his brothers had exhibited a few months back. Aurora was hopeful too, but she knew not to get too excited.

As the trucks were prepped Casey and Aurora loaded up in the front cab. Aurora set the precious cargo on the seat between them ready to test out its usefulness if need be tonight. Her katanas hung at her side and as she adjusted them two large hands reached into the cab.

“I still want to go with you.” Donatello’s hands encircled her wrists bringing her hands to his mouth. His lips moved across her knuckles quickly before setting them back in her lap. “I should be going with you.”

Aurora leaned out into the tall terrapin’s personal space and kissed him. “I know, but you have important work to do. We’re just going for a supply run, food and medical supplies are running low and we heard the warehouse on 7th and Juniper just got nice big shipments. We’ll be in and out and back before you know it.”

He huffed his frustration and nodded stepping back from the truck. “Be careful.” Both Casey and Aurora waved to the genius as they pulled out from their secure location.

Per usual they took to the streets using the overpopulated city as cover. Their route was set before they left the compound separating the convey for a bit to make sure they weren’t followed and to keep their profile low. Lefts and rights accompanied by a few back tracks, and they met at their first destination on 7th.

Cameras were disabled before they pulled into position and guards rendered unconscious by their resident kunoichi with ease. Aurora took point on the roof tops keeping watch on the shadows as the men infiltrated the warehouse and took what they needed. The first truck was loaded with much needed food and water, taking care not to pilfer too much. They broke nothing, killed no one and were out within 10 minutes leaving only the missing crates as proof of their presence.

As Casey pulled the truck out of the dock the hockey nut signaled for his silent partner to return to the cab. With less than a light shuffle on the top of the cab Aurora slipped in through the open window soundlessly.

“To Juniper next.” Casey smiled setting out to their next location. “Should be there in 20 minutes.”

Before they got close Aurora slipped from the truck once again taking to the shadows for cover. She moved silently over the rooftops before slipping down to the guards below sending them to dreamland in a matter of seconds.

Pressing the com in her ear she made the all clear. “The chickens are put to bed.”

“Thanks, take to the roof and make sure no coyotes get close.”

The truck was docked, and their men took to task while Aurora moved to the rooftops to keep a look out. This haul would take longer; Donnie had made a few adjustments to the list of supplies. He needed a few special components to make his tech so some searching would be in order.

Slipping the backpack from her shoulders making sure not to jostle the device too much the kunoichi opened the bag setting Donnie’s device within arm’s reach but hidden in the shadows. The last thing she needed to do was break the thing. They needed to test it, but she didn’t want to chance it on the guards and potentially ruin tonight’s mission.

No, secretly she hoped they would get a visit from the three brothers to really test Don’s theory. But as time ticked by tonight’s run was going smoothly with little effort. Then as if on cue the shadows to her left moved and Aurora knew tonight would be anything but easy.

Then she heard it, the soft sing of katana leaving its scabbard alongside the clink of chains from a nunchaku. Her heart immediately began to race but on instinct her hands rested on the hilts of her weapons but kept them seated in their sheaths. Swallowing the lump in her throat Aurora leaned against the cooling unit and called for her guests. “Gentlemen.”

“Evening Aurora.” The imposing voice of Leonardo cut through the chill of the night.

They emerged from the darkness; three ominous figures weapons drawn. Bottom halves were wrapped in black, along with massive black boots on their feet. Their chests were bare, minus harnesses for their deadly equipment.

Aurora stood her ground waiting for them to make their move, there was a reason they didn’t immediately attack her. Her last interactions with each turtle hadn’t resulted in bodily harm so she didn’t immediately sense danger. But the readiness of their weapons wasn’t the best indication of a peaceful ending. Either way she needed to let Casey know they were in danger. So carefully she lifted one hand from its weapon to press her ear com under the guise of pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Let’s leave them out of this shall we?” Leo mused forebodingly as he took a step closer to his prey. “We are not here for them; they can continue with their mission as planned. Unless you alert them to our presence then there will be no mercy.”

Raphael moved up to left side his leader resting his arm on Leo’s shoulder twisting his sia in his three fingered grasp. “So, blondie, let’s just keep this between us. We don’t want this to get out of hand and end in blood shed.”

Aurora’s eyes moved from Raph to Leo then to Mikey seeing the uncertainly behind those baby blues but those chucks hung at his side non the less. “No, I don’t want this to escalate to a fight.” Her hand returned to the hilt of her katana and let out a sigh to try and release some tension that was growing in her chest. She wanted this right? To test the device. But the way they were looking at her, to access the thing might prove to be difficult without rousing suspicion. “If you’re not here to stop us then what can I assist you with tonight?”

Leonardo began to move towards the kunoichi, but something embed into the tar of the rooftop just at the tip of his boot. Now on high alert they focused in on the shiny kunai just millimeters from Leo’s boot and looked up just in time to see a large mass spin through the air and land just before Aurora.

All three of the mutants froze watching in shock and aww as a 6’8’ foot tall mutant turtle now blocked their view of the blonde. He looked like them but wore purple around his crown with what looked like an electric staff out and ready. A new familiar feeling began to bubble in the threes chests like they knew who he was, missed him. But the new mutant was obviously protecting the woman, one hand on her lower abdomen to keep her away but his sole focus was on them. He was protecting her like he loved her, like she said they should. What was this feeling?

Then the woman behind them lunged for something to her side and every cell of their bodies screamed in pain. Weapons clattered to the ground as they clutched their heads screaming, bellowed until their knees gave out.

In the distance Aurora and Donnie could hear more screaming, hundreds of people crying out in pain as the device blocked the signal that had been streaming into their bodies for years.

Aurora moved around Donnie, but his fingers reached for her arm to stop her from running to the three writhing brothers.

“Wait.”

What felt like years the sounds of screaming finally stopped leaving the three mutants breathing heavily on their knees. One by one each looked up with tears in their eyes and locked in on the genius.

“Donnie?!”

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of whisky, witchcraft and what lies between

When Lena walked into Peggy's bar she'd been ready to tear shreds from her. Elizabeth Walsh was out of Peggy's reach, there was no way for her to pay for what she'd done, she she'd been prepared to hae the daughter pay for the sins of the mother.

But Lena just looks too sad. A couple of drinks couldn't hurt or lead to something more, could it?

read on A03 or please continue...

There was a momentary sense of satisfaction to popping that entitled rich bitch’s idea of her fairytail reunion with her mother’s memory. But it had only lasted a brief moment. Five minutes after Lena Luthor had left the regret had set in. The feeling of unease lying heavy in her gut and the second guessing rattling around in her mind. Now Peggy was pulling pints and serving customers with a churning stomach and knowing that she’d never get the chance to apologise for her harsh words.

Not that she would apologise. Elizabeth Walsh had been rotten to her core and it was better for the Luthor woman to know that then continue to believe her mother was a saint. But she still felt bad. That was her own mother’s fault for raising her to be empathetic. Still. The guilt was eased by the knowledge that someone with Lena Luthor’s money would likely be sleeping on the finest cotton sheets and returning to her life of wealth and luxury. She’d hurt for a bit but what did someone of her stature know about real suffering? So Peggy continued to work and tried to put it out of her mind. It wasn’t like she was ever going to see her again.

Life sure did like its little jokes.

It was later in the evening when Lena Luthor walked back in.

Peggy dropped her bar towel across her shoulder and placed her hands on her hips and watched as Lena approached the bar meekly. Her head lowered, shoulders up, and a definite drag to her steps. For someone so neatly put together she looked a mess.

“Ya look like yer’ve seen some stuff.” It was impossible to hide the nasty satisfaction. Her dear departed mother would be so disappointed. She didn’t remember him well, but she knew her father could hold a grudge, and well, maybe the vindictiveness came form him.

Lena stopped at the bar and placed her arms across the top. She raised her head and it was immediately apparent that she’d been crying. Peggy fought down the urge to immediately try and soothe her.

“You could say that,” Lena said then laughed wetly. She wiped her hand under one eye. “Sorry, I don’t usually — no. Actually I cry a lot these days.”

“Really? Doesn’t come across when I see ya on TV.”

“Public persona’s aren’t real. They’re just carefully crafted fantasy.” She drew in several shaky breaths and finally, once satisfied that she was under control, looked up to meet Peggy’s eye. “I’m surprised you’re not kicking me out.”

Peggy smirked. So, whatever it was Lena had found out it had corroborated what Peggy had told her. That was satisfying. But Peggy wasn’t one to gloat. She could be magnanimous in her grim satisfaction.

“You got cash?”

“More then I know what to do with.”

“Then you can buy yourself a drink. I’m not gonna kick ya out.” Peggy cursed her dear old dead mum and her stringent teaching on hospitality. It’s old magic Peggy, there are rules. Peggy barely resisted the urge to huff in annoyance. “Whisky neat?” she guessed.

Actually…” Lena stared at the pumps. “I’m trying to be better about drinking and wallowing. Whisky is too contemplative. What beer would your recommend for someone who rarely drinks it?”

“YellowBelly’s Fighting Irish is the most popular.”

“That is…” Lena blew out a breath eyeing the pump warily. “Strangely apt. I’ll have that.”

Lena took her half of ale and retreated to the far corner, sliding into a booth and pulling out her phone to make a call. Peggy went about her work. She served customers, took orders, piled dirty glasses into the drawer for the wash, and wiped down tables. Lena remained at her table slowly sipping her beer and talking softly on the phone.

Peggy resolved to ignore her but her eyes were continually drawn to the woman in the corner. She hadn’t even taken her coat off. She sat stiffly, chin tight and head held high. She cut a strange and lonely figure. Dark coat and dark hair stark against her pale skin. She must have burn on overcast days with a complexion like that. She looked smaller in person than she did on television. Maybe it was standing next to Supergirl that made her look taller, more in control, maybe it was just camera trickery and a great stylist team. Whatever it was, Lena Luthor hadn’t brought it with her. SHe looked tired and defeated.

Her call finished her phone lay on the table before her and her glass was finally empty. Peggy walked over.

“Another?” she indicated to the empty glass.

“I’ll take that whisky now please.”

“Thought ya didn’t want to wallow.” Peggy picked up the empty glass and stared down at Lena. She looked tired, and not just the usual jet lagged tired that tourists did around here but a bone deep tired hat she’d be carrying about for the rest of her life. Weary with life as her dear departed mum would say.

“I didn’t but I just chickened out on a phone call so now I do want to wallow.” She smiled sardonically and rolled her eyes. “A bit of whisky to help with the self-deprecation.”

“You rich folk have it so rough.” Peggy marched to the bar and poured Lena her drink, making it a double because she looked like she needed it. On a whim she poured herself one. It was coming up to the end of her shift and she didn’t need to be the one to close up. Perks of being the boss. She went back to Lena’s table where the woman was staring down at her phone as she picked at her finger nail.

Peggy clunked both glasses down loudly and Lena jumped. She stared wide eyed as Peggy sat opposite her and slid her drink across the tale to her. She sipped her own.

“What are you..?” Lena trailed off. Then she closed her eyes and exhaled heavily. When she opened her eyes again her gaze had hardened. “I’m not in the mood for a fight.”

“Yer sure? Yer look like ya gearing up for one.”

The muscle along Lena’s jaw twitched. She had a hell of a jawline on her. One that could probably cut steel. That maniac of brother of hers must have been right jealous. He was clearly hiding a weak chin beneath his beard.

“I’m being neighbourly. Didn’t want ya drinking alone.”

Lena finally picked up her whisky and took a sip. She put the glass back down and murmured a thank you.

“Saw yer on the phone before. Take it that wasn’t the phone call ya chickened out on.”

“No. That was my friend Andrea. She’s been instrumental in my taking this journey or self discovery.” She rolled her eyes again.

“Then who yer trying to call? “

“Just… A friend. A former, well…” She exhaled, her jaw working. She rubbed her finger against the wooden table top, following the pattern of the grain. Finally she looked up. “She is a friend but for a time I wasn’t a very good friend to her. We fell out. And I did some awful, terrible, arguably unforgivable things to her.”

“But she still calls yer a friend?”

“She’s very understanding. Even to those who least deserve it.”

“Then why aren’t ya calling her? Sounds like if she forgave yer after all that then the least ya could do is call her.”

Lena’s eyes flickered fearfully towards her phone.

“It feels selfish to waste her time with my worries,” she said. She licked her lips nervously. Peggy followed the movement of her tongue and took a long, slow sip of her whisky. She set her glass down gently.

“Sounds more selfish to not call her.” She tapped her fingers against the side of the glass. Lena’s eyes widened and she drew back. Her pale skin going whiter by the second. She was the spitting image of her mother and it made Peggy’s blood boil. She was staring into the face of her father’s murderer and offering her friendly advice when she should have been throwing her drink in her face and cursing her out. “She cares about yer as much as yer make it sound then ya should call her. She’d want to hear how it’s going.”

“You’re right.” Lena picked up her phone and stood up. She stepped out from the booth, paused, turned and grabbed her whisky. She downed it in one swift gulp, lips twisting at the taste. It was a sipping whisky and that was a waste. She wanted to do that then Peggy had some cheap shit behind the bar she could have given her. Lena set the glass down and hurried outside, thumb already moving across her phone.

Peggy sipped her own whisky. With a huff she stood up, took Lena’s empty glass to the bar and refilled it, bringing it back.

From what Lena had told her it sounded like the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. Elizabeth had been a terrible friend as well. She’d abandoned Peggy’s mother when she’d needed her the most. Left her to shoulder the looks of pity and incrimination. Peggy had been forced to watch her mother wither under the stress of what had happened to her husband, under the guilt, until she hadn’t been able to stand it anymore and she had given up. She had as good as killed Margaret Bishop as she had her husband.

She swirled her whisky. It wasn’t true what they said, children were stained by the sins of their parents. Elizabeth’s Walsh’s selfishness was written deep into Lena Luthor’s blood. That was also old magic.

She looked up from her drink as Lena returned, shoulders still hunched and her coat still on. She paused when she reached the table, no doubt surprised that Peggy was still there.

“Well. Don’t keep me in suspense.” Peggy raised both brows at Lena. Slowly Lena slid back into the booth. She placed her phone down on the table.

“She was busy. But I gave her a quick rundown of what I’d found out.”

That her long thought exalted mother was a liar, a murderer and a gold digger. She’d probably already known the last one, being the product of an affair and all.

“And?”

Lena looked uncomfortable. “And she was happy that I was getting answers. But she was busy and couldn’t talk for long.”

Maybe Lena wasn’t quite as forgiven as she’d thought.

“Honestly, I’m amazed she’s taking my calls at all.” Lena smiled sadly. She picked up her glass and took a sip. “Thank you. I think after this I’ll try and find somewhere to stay. If anywhere will have me.”

“Might have to go a few towns over.” Elizabeth’s crimes were well known in the area. “Didn’t think you’d be staying.”

“There’s some more questions I want to ask Florence,” Lena said.

Peggy slammed her hand down on the table top. “Y’what?”

Lena had found Florence Abbott. She’d found the other witch that had made up her mother’s coven. Who had left her mother to die.

“I — I have more questions for Florence. Assuming she’s willing to answer them.”

Peggy dragged her nails across the table top. All these years. All these years and Florence had apparently just been hanging around waiting for Lena Luthor to show up. Where the hell had she been Peggy’s entire life? She remembered her vaguely from when she was a child. That she’d been kind, a little stern, tutting when Peggy had begged for sweets but giving her them regardless. She’d left after her father’s funeral. Left rather than face justice.

There were so many things she wanted to say to Florence Abbott and every single one of them would be far harsher then what she’d thrown at Lena.

“Peggy?”

She looked up at Lena’s curious watery gaze. This woman cried at the drop of a hat.

“Enjoy yer drink.” Peggy pushed her half finished drink towards Lena and stood up. She stalked back towards the bar and went back to work guilrt replaced by the old familiar burning twist of anger.

More fool her for ever speaking to Lena Luthor again.

Last orders came and went and Lena Luthor was still at her booth only just finishing off her whisky. Peggy stomped over and stood by the booth, fists on her hips.

“Drink up, settle up and get out.”

“Right.” Lena startled. She slung back the last dregs of her whisky and stood, following Peggy to the bar. She dropped her card on the bar top and Peggy ignored the name of the bank printed on it as she swiped it. To her immense surprise and annoyance Lena dropped a hundred dollar tip.

“Yer driver waiting outside?” Peggy asked. She didn’t really care but it was a force of habit to make sure her patrons made it home safe.

“He’s back at the B&B. He was tired so I told him to get some rest. Use the room I was meant to be staying in.”

“Sounds real smart. Guess that’s why you’re the scientist and I’m just pulling pints. Where you sleeping, genius?”

Lena smiled and shrugged. “I’ll work something out. It’s a nice night for a walk.”

She left. Not that Peggy cared where she slept. It was none of her business. City girl wanted to curl up beneath a tree then more power to her. She had an alien who could fly on her frequent called log, she’d be okay. She probably had the keys to a spaceship in her pocket.

Peggy cashed up, wiped down the bar, said goodbye to her staff and stepped out front to lock up. As she was turning the key she felt the prickle on the back of her neck, the fine hairs rising.

“I’m gonna tell yer now, attacking me would be a serious mistake.” Her voice didn’t tremble. Her fingers tips did. The magic humming beneath her skin.

“Good job that’s not what I’m doing then.”

Peggy spun round. Sure enough Lena Luthor was waiting for her, eyes bright in the light from the bar. “What is it yer want?”

“To talk.”

“Think we talked enough. I’m going home to get some sleep.” She stomped down the steps and brushed past Lena. She was rounding the corner of the bar to the steps for her apartment when Lena called out.

“Florence Abbott had a lot of interesting things to say. Some of them corroborated what you told me.”

“Oh, aye?” Peggy turned. Jaw clenched and fingers curling to fists. “What was it old Florence had to say?”

“Much the same you did. Witchcraft and cauldrons. Hopping over brooms and running naked in the moonlight,” Lena sneered. “I’ve seen a lot of strange things. Even what aliens have passed off as magic but there always a scientific explanation.” She took a step towards Peggy. “What I find interesting is that you believe in it. Even with Supergirl and Superman flying around you still get those that deny the existence of aliens. Why would you ever believe that your mother and mine were witches? Unless…”

“You’re chatty. Where was all this when we were enjoying our drink?”

“I’ve…” Lena tipped her head side to side, wrinkling her nose in thought. “I’ve had time to contemplate. To put some things together.”

Peggy tilted her head back and stared up at the night sky. It was a small town with little light pollution so she could see the stars. For all of her guilt and shame, for all of the blame she took on herself and allowed to grind her down, her mother had always preached kindness.

“Damn ye mum,” she hissed at the stars. She dropped her head, sighing loudly. “Where yer staying tonight?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on. The couch is a pull-out.” Peggy turned and went to the stairs leading up to her apartment. She didn’t look back but knew that Lena was following. She put her keys in the door and unlocked it. Behind her she could hear Lena breathing heavily, her teeth nearly chattering even though it wasn’t all that cold. She pushed the door open and stepped in, flicking the light on and kicking off her boots. “Shoes,” she told Lena not waiting to see if she complied.

She walked through to the kitchen and turned on the lights there as well. Lena wandered in after her, looking about the small apartment. She froze in the kitchen door way, her eyes widening.

“You have children,” She said. Peggy followed her gaze to the toys that had been left on the floor.

“Two boys,” she answered. She filled the kettle and placed it on the stove not lighting it yet. “Don’t worry. It’s the holidays and they’re with their father. Tea?”.

“Yes, please.” Lena finally stepped inside the kitchen. “You have a very nice home.”

Peggy snorted. “Ya taught to say that at yer fancy schools?”

“Yes.” Lena unbuttoned her coat, slipped it off revealing a black blouse. She hunger the coat across the back of one of the kitchen tables before pulling it out and sitting down. She rested her forearms on the table, fingers lacing together.

“What did Florence tell ya?”

Lena met her gaze steadily. “That she and my mother and yours were witches.”

“You believe her?”

“I believe what I can see.”

“Can’t see atoms but you believe in them.”

“You can see — of course you can seem atoms.” Lena screwed her brows up, confused. Peggy had never claimed to be good at science. It was one of those subjects that had never clicked for her. “You can’t see magic.”

“You feel magic,” Peggy told her. “Why are yer here?”

“Because.” Lena heaved in a breath. “Because Florence says that I have my mother’s…” her lips twisted into a sneer. “Gift.”

She made the word sound dirty rather than something to cherish. Like it was a shackle she would have to bear always chafing at her flesh. Irritation flashed white hot through Peggy. This woman. With all her money and her airs, with her super powered friends, was looking down on one of the last connections Peggy had to her mother. She saw it as best a joke and worst something to turn her nose up at.

“Doesn’t explain why yer’ve come crawling to me.” She crossed her arms, glared at Lena. “I don’t have answers for ya.”

“Sounds like this ‘gift’ is hereditary.”

“So yer wondering if I have it? Even though you don’t believe in magic.”

“I’m not going to believe in something without evidence.”

She should kick her out. Tell her not to darken her doorstep ever again. Instead without breaking eye contact, Peggy turned the gas on for the stove top and put her finger to the ring. Lena’s brows drew down, her lips parting. It took so little effort. No will at all. Just the barest hint of a tingle in her fingertips. It was more a parlour trick than real magic. A small flame flickered from Peggy’s fingertip lighting the gas.

Lena twitched but to her credit didn’t leap from her seat. Didn’t start screeching for the villagers to get their pitchforks. She raised her eyes to meet Peggy’s and exhaled slowly.

“I suspected,” she breathed. “It passes from mother to daughter?”

“Not always. It’s dying out, there aren’t enough of us left.”

Lena nodded, absorbing the information. “I don’t want it,” she said finally.

“Tough shit.” Peggy turned to her cupboards and pulled out two mugs. She set about preparing the tea pot as the kettle on the stove started boiling.

“I won’t do anything with it. It doesn’t matter if it’s… there. I don’t want it and I won’t use it.”

The kettle boiled and Peggy poured the water into the waiting pot. She set it down on the table before Lena, ignoring the frown and pout she was sporting. She pushed one mug towards Lena and kept the other for herself.

“I don’t have any fancy china to break out for ya,” she explained. Lena curled her long fingers around the empty mug, seemingly not caring that it was chipped. “Good news for yer is that it’s probably too late for ya t’learn. Normally mother teaches daughter. That usually happens young. Yer mother not being here, yer age, well…” She shrugged. “You might have the gift but I doubt you’ll ever learn to use it.”

Not more then cheap tricks anyway. Very few learnt instinctively and without a teacher Lena’s power, whatever it might be, would eventually wither.

Lena seemed troubled at the news. She shrunk down, shoulders up again and head lowering. Biting back the umpteenth sigh for the night, Peggy poured both their teas. Much like Peggy, the gift was probably Lena’s only real connection to her mother. Her real mother, not the Luthor matriarch who spoke in syrupy sweet tones on the television but couldn’t hide the cold contempt in her eyes.

Peggy poured them both half a cup of tea. Lena lifted it and inhaled the aroma, closing her eyes.

“Its fennel and ginger,” Peggy said. “It’ll soothe ya and help ya sleep. Good for the bowels too.”

“Thank you.” Lena smiled at her over the top of her mug. The stress lines around her eyes melted away, the hardened edge of her lips softened, and she looked like she should. A beautiful young woman. One who likely shouldn’t be looking like she was trying to carry the weight of the world on her shoulder.

“You got no luggage?”

“I left it in the car,” Lena admitted. Her smile turned a little sheepish as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

They sat in a not completely uncomfortable silence drinking their tea. Finally Peggy drained the last of her mug and stood up.

“I’ll lend ya a shirt or something.” She quickly cleaned up. Pointed Lena in the direction of the bathroom while she went to the den and pulled out the couch and found some blankets that didn’t smell too fusty. She’d just finished making up the couch when Lean reappeared, her face freshly washed and hair out of it’s neat braid.

Without the make up she looked softer. Younger. Less fake and more like a real person. Even more like her mother. She favoured the Luthor’s colouring but the eyes and the jaw line were all Elizabeth.

Peggy hated her.

Lena pulled at her own fingers as she approached. “Thank you for this. It means a lot to me.”

Peggy pulled a shaky breath in through her nose and held it.

Magic was a strange and unpredictable thing. Peggy hadn’t always been the best student of the craft, her mother had only shared enough so Peggy wouldn’t hurt herself, and anything else Peggy had taught herself through painful trial and error. But she knew that when magic called you answered. And she was drawn to Lena. Felt it in every moment where she’d wanted to turn her away but had pulled her in. Had anted to cast her out but invited her into her home. Served her tea and invoked old magic that meant she couldn’t kick her out.

Her eyes dropped to Lena’s parted lips.

“Fuck.”

Lena’s eyes widened a fraction just before Peggy kissed her. Her lips were soft. They parted further, a surprised “oh,” breathed against Peggy’s mouth. She stumbled back, her fingers going to her mouth.

Peggy’s heart was thundering. What was she thinking? What the actual fuck was she thinking? This woman was everything she despised and yet Peggy wanted her.

Lena stepped back into her and pressed her lips to Peggy’s. They stood in the low light of the den, hands y their sides, bodies apart, but leaning into one another, lips moving against and with one another. Lena tasted like her tea and whisky, with a hint of mint that suggested she’d slipped a mint at some point. Peggy brushed her tongue against Lena’s and the small whimper that Lena emitted made her break the kiss.

She stared into Lena’s eye. The faded moss green of one and the gentle washed out blue of the other.

“This way.” Peggy walked past her, not waiting for a response. Lena followed behind her as she led her to the bedroom.

Peggy switched on the bedside lamp and pushed the door closed behind Lena. She didn’t reach for her but she turned, stepping back till her knees met the edge of her bed. Lena swallowed, eyes tracking over Peggy.

It wasn’t about romance. Certainly not about love. It was something older and more primal than that. It was about the pull that Peggy felt and that she was sure Lena felt too. Old magic drawing them to one another.

She didn’t go to Lena and Lena didn’t come to her. They stood apart and each stripped off their own clothes dropping them to the floor until they were both bare and only then did they close the gap between them. Only then did Peggy curl her hand around the back of Lena’s neck and draw her towards her, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

She pressed Lena down atop the sheets on her bed. Kissed her as she cupped her breasts, thumbs skimming over already stiffened nipples.

Part of her wanted to wrap her hands around Lena’s exquisite neck. To throttle her the way someone should have done her mother. But Lena gasped and trembled beneath her like it had been age since she’d been touched with anything resembling kindness so the urge was smothered. It had been a long time for Peggy as well. Not for the kindness, but the gratification of sex. So she kissed Lena and let her hands roam over soft skin, she rolled her hips and moaned at the feel of long strong fingers exploring the length of her body. They gasped wetly into one another mouths, legs twisted together as their hands delved between on anothers legs.

Then it was a race to the finish. They breathed hot and wet, fingers pressing, hips pushing. Messy and beautiful and heart pounding.

Lena came first. Her hips shuddering against Peggy’s hand and letting out a small broken cry. She shook, twitching away from Peggy’s touch. She gulped down several breaths. Just as Peggy was starting to suspect she was going to have to finish herself off, Lena rolled her over to her back, lowered her head and took a nipple in her mouth. She pressed two finger inside her and ground down on her clit with the heel of her hand and — <em>oh!</em> — She had impressively long fingers.

Peggy’s orgasm was almost overwhelming. It rolled white hot through her, liquid heat and all those over used flowery imagery, with stars bursting behind her eyelids. Really she came so fucking hard that she yelled and slicked wetly against Lena’s hand.

When she opened her eyes Lena was leaning over her. Eyes wide and shining, red blooming in her cheeks and chest, her hair in disarray.

She was beautiful. And broken. Peggy could see the cracks running though her and the way she was desperately trying to hold onto herself.

“Well that was something.” Peggy wiped her own hand down her stomach and settled back on the pillows.

Lena laughed. The smile curling a the edge of her lips a little shy. She dropped onto the bed next to Peggy and stared up at the ceiling.

“This wasn’t what I was expecting when I followed you home,” she admitted.

If she had a better understanding of her gift then she would have seen that it was inevitable.

“Come with me to see Florence tomorrow,” Lena said.

Peggy shook her head. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Maybe one day she would be ready to face that woman but she refused to be part of it now.

“I’ll just get in the way,” she said. She turned her head so she could watch Lena, took in the frown pulling at her lips. She wanted her again. To touch her. To taste her. Sex was a kind of magic in it’s own way. People never really understood how much of themselves they gave away in the act.

“Right.” Lena licked her lips. She sat up, swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Stay,” Peggy said. Lena looked back at her, surprised. Like she thought Peggy would kick her out. Which to be fair was probably exactly what she was used to in these situations. She knew nothing of the old ways. Peggy reached out and trailed a finger down her spine. “Stay and make me come like that again. I’ll make ya breakfast in the morning.”

The smile that broke across Lena’s face was the best yet. Her cheeks dimpled and eyes squinted closed. She turned and leaned over Peggy, buried her face to her exposed throat and pressed her lips to her pulse.

She wouldn’t go with Lena to see Florence. She already knew this was a fleeting moment not meant to last. That Lena would leave, go back to her friend whom she had hurt and work on her forgiving herself. Likely she would rarely think of Peggy.

She didn’t know it but she had smoothed the jagged edges of Peggy’s hurt. Made the ache where she kept the memory of her mother that little bit less.

But it didn’t hurt to hope that Lena might think of her again one day.

#lena luthor #peggy bishop #supergirl #fic #you ever write something that you know noone is going to read?#I do it all the time!#hoo boy do I hate this witch business #witchcorp?#pegcorp?#I refuse to write out that accent phonetically #femslash

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Just Right (2)

Part 1

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!plussized!reader

Chapter Summary: As he gets trained Angel starts feeling feelings.

Chapter Warning: Fluff, smut

A/N: Again shoutout to @starrynite7114 for being a wonderful friend, sounding board, and muse. Thank you girlie 😘

A/N (2): Since I got a chapter left, I’m gonna post one chapter a day.

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Angel was wrong and you were right. He hated you. While he was dying from the suicides you made him do you were standing there eating a taco and drinking water.

“Ain’t that enough?” Angel looked up at you during his break. “Nah, you’re gonna keep running until I feel skinny.” You took another bite of the taco.

“You’re fucking evil.” He lifted himself up for the next round torture. “I mean you could always use the safe word.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Angel glared at you for your suggestion. He promised himself he would never speak Adelita’s name again and that’s why he decided to use it as his safe word during training. That way he wouldn’t give up. “Fuck no!” He shivered and started running again.

That’s exactly how training went for weeks. You push Angel until he voiced his hatred for you and then you pushed him some more. But in the evenings, you were each other’s company except for the occasional appearance by his brother and dad.

During this time Angel got to appreciate you more. You were attractive, funny, smart, and kind. How in the hell did he not see that before?

He was down in his garage working on his bike when you entered. “I always wanted to know what was in here.”

Angel shifted his gaze from his bike to you. He had to hold back a groan. Dressed in an oversized T-shirt of his team and shorts, a messy bun and your glasses with a plate of cookies in your hand you looked delectable. Again, he questioned himself on how Adelita was the one to capture his attention when you were right there all along.

“Ummmmm…cars.”

“Okay, smartass.” You chuckled as you rounded the corner. There you found Angel crouched on the ground working on a motorcycle. You weren’t able to see it earlier due to one of his cars blocking it. “Oh my god,” your fingers caressed the vehicle. “I didn’t know you had a bike.”

This wasn’t something Angel was used to. None of the women he dealt with including Adelita shared an interest in it. “Yeah, she’s my pride and joy.”

Finally standing up you got to enjoy Angel’s shirtless body. Yeah, he’s worked out shirtless before and you had to keep your composure then, but this, this was different. Maybe it had to do with him working with his hands or maybe it was because of his low-slung jeans that hugged his hips. Either way you were a mess.

Taking a deep breath, you purged your mind of any dirty thoughts of Angel Reyes. “Dude, you gotta take me for a ride.”

“Yeah?” Angel smiled at you, while wiping the grease off his hands. No matter how hard he asked, Adelita never agreed to ride with him, but here comes you and you’re practically begging him.

“Hell yeah! I mean I do have a fear of wiping out so I’m gonna be clutching hella hard.” Having your own bike was too nerve-wracking for you, so you settled for riding with someone, but the fear was still there.

“Don’t worry,” Angel lifted your chin and then stole a cookie from the plate. “I wouldn’t mind your arms wrapped around me.”

Your cheeks heated up. Every now and then Angel would make these types of comments, leaving you in a ditzy state. You have to convince yourself that that’s just how he is. From his interviews you could tell Angel was naturally flirtatious and charismatic.

Clearing your throat, you decided to change the subject. “So, what are you doing up this late? Don’t you have a game to rest for?”

Angel scratched the back of his head and knelt down to start working on his bike again. “Yeah, it’s just,” Angel threw his head back and let out a deep exhale. “What if I’m not ready? What if my knee gives out?”

Your heart cried out for Angel. Setting down the plate, you crouched down next to Angel and lifted his chin. “It won’t. I cleared you, the team doctor cleared you, and Coach Losa cleared you. You gotta trust the process, you gotta trust yourself.”

Angel tucked some stray hair behind your ear. “You’re amazing you know that, right? Practically a saint. Saint Y/N.”

“Oh no no no. I’m far from a saint.”

“Oh, so you’re one of them girls?” Angel arched his eyebrows suggestively.

You swatted Angel’s hands away. “No, I am not! I’m a good girl.”

Angel’s chocolate eyes darkened as his voice got deeper. “I know you’re a good girl.”

Your thighs clenched at his words. Now all you could think about is Angel on top of you calling you a good girl while he’s giving you that pipe.

“Anyway, why are you over here so late? Don’t you have a roster of men to be hitting up and making to take you out?” Angel knew you were single or at least he hoped you were. Every weekend you were here or with your parents and unlike everyone else your nose wasn’t stuck in your phone.

“Boy, I am single as Pringle.”

“Why?” Angel just had to know. You were too perfect not to be worshipped.

“Umm,” your phone buzzed, and you pulled it out to see a text from Rio. Smiling you texted him back and put your phone away. “I guess I just haven’t found the one, as corny as it sounds.”

He shouldn’t pry. It’s none of his damn business, but it was eating up at him as soon as he saw you smiling into your phone. “Who was that?”

“Oh, just Rio.” You threw out like nothing.

Of all the names, Angel didn’t expect that one. Turning away from you, Angel continued working on his bike, giving you the cold shoulder. “It’s getting late. You should go to bed and talk to Rio.”

The switch up was dizzying. One moment Angel was warm and soft and the next he was cold and hard. You just knew that it was best to leave him to sort out his feelings alone. “Well, I leave the cookies there if you want some more. Good night,” you said softly, feeling hurt.

When Angel heard the door closed, he kicked his toolbox across the room. Leave it to him to hurt the one person whose been by his side the whole time. “Way to go, Reyes.” Angel palmed his forehead, already thinking of a way to apologize.

Angel’s first game back was nerve wracking. He was playing safe, not trusting his knee fully. If he didn’t get it together right now his team would lose and be out the playoffs. “Hermosa, you gotta talk to him.” Bishop pleaded with you.

Hopping down from the stands you sat next to Angel on the bench. Feeling you next to him, Angel slid down to get away from you, but you just followed him to the end of the bench. “You go any further and you’re gonna end up on your ass.”

“Can’t you take a hint and go away?”

“Aww, someone’s cranky.” You pinched Angel’s cheek and he slapped your hands away. “Don’t be doing that shit on national tv.” Flicking his ear, you whispered in it. “Then stop acting like a fucking baby and do what needs to be done.”

Angel storms off from the bench and goes to the water cooler hoping to shake you, but you followed him anyway. “God, you’re like a fucking fly. So damn annoying.” Coco, Angel’s teammate and best friend was drinking his water when he heard Angel. He was about to defend you, but you held up your hand letting him know you got it.

Slapping the cup of water out of Angel’s hand you got in his space. “I’m not here to fucking coddle you, Reyes. I’m here to push you. You’re not a loser and I’m damn sure not a loser. So, what are you gonna do? Prove everyone else right and let your career go down in the drain or make the biggest comeback ever?”

The whistle blew signaling it was time for Angel to get back on the field. Angel kissed your cheek and snapped his helmet back on, running backwards to the field. “You know if the physical therapy thing doesn’t work out, you should ask coach about joining the coaching staff.” Rolling your eyes you flipped him the bird and he just laughed.

Bishop came up to you and put a headset on you. “Not the pep talk I was expecting, but it got the job done.” You nudge his shoulder and watched the team get a down. “What can I say? My mama ain’t raise no bitch.”

Bishop chuckled as the two of you watch Angel get the most yards he has in the entire game, making victory that much closer. He turned around and hugged you. “And maybe Angel is right. I might need you on my coaching staff.”

“Let’s get this W first and then we can talk about my salary.” You nudged Bishop’s shoulder.

There were 30 yards and one down left. They really needed a Hail Mary.

The whistle blew and for a moment you thought that Coco was about to get sacked, but the ball left his hands before they got to him. It was over. Coco overthrew the ball, there was no way Angel could catch it. You couldn’t watch this, it was making you too anxious. But then you heard the screams and you removed your fingers from your face. Angel caught the ball! He caught the freaking ball and was almost at the endzone with no one behind.

“AND THAT’S GAME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” The announcer informed over the intercom. “ANGEL REYES MAKES THE COMEBACK OF THE YEAR AND LEADS HIS TEAM TO THE GAME WINNING TOUCHDOWN AND TO THE PLAYOFFFS!”

Caught up in the commotion you were jumping around with the team on the sidelines, but suddenly you were lifted off the ground. “Oh my god, we did it!” Angel spun you around. “Don’t you mean you did it?” You giggled as Angel set you down on your feet. “Nah, mi dulce, we did it. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.” Angel kissed you on the cheek, but then he was pulled away for a post-game interview.

Gilly came up to you and wrapped his sweaty arm around your shoulder. “Get ready?”

“For what?” You arched an eyebrow at him. “To become the hottest commodity in sports history.” Then he left to join his teammates, leaving you to contemplate the next step of your career.

After the game, Angel made you go out and celebrate with the team. He claimed you were just as important to their success, even though you insisted you had nothing to do with it.

Man, these dudes can drink. “Slow down, Angel. Its not off-season.” You took his beer and finished it for him. Angel just sat back and smiled at you. “You’re right, let’s go.”

“Let me go to the restroom real quick.” You hopped up and ran to the ladies’ room. His friends gave him knowing smirks. “Cut it out.” He pointed to them.

“Nah, its not like that. We’re proud of you ‘mano. She’s a good one.” Coco smiled as you came back up to the VIP section.

Angel couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you came up the stairs. The heels made your legs seem longer, the shorts made your ass look extra delectable, and the crop top bralette made it hard for him to keep his eyes off your cleavage. “Ready?”

“Yeah, lets go querida.” Angel took your hand and led you down the stairs to the rideshare pickup spot.

“You ordered the Uber yet?”

“Nah, I got something better.” He led you a couple of feet down to his motorcycle. “For real?” You squealed. “Yeah, I thought we go get some ice cream and then I’ll take you for a ride.”

Jumping up and down, you hugged Angel and kissed his cheek. “Oh my god, thank you! You’re the best!” Angel snapped the extra helmet on your head. “It’s the least you deserve. C’mon, hop on.”

Giddily you got on behind Angel, but you were tentative about wrapping your arms around him tightly. Already being pressed up against him was tantalizing enough. “You’re really gonna fall off if you hold onto me like that. Hold on tighter.” At his insistence, you followed his directions. “Good girl.” He said as he revved up his bike.

It was everything you wanted and more. The wind wiping through your hair, the zipping in and out of lanes, and the vibration of the bike underneath you.

Once, Angel got the ice cream, he took you to his favorite spot in the city. It was the biggest hill overlooking the city and also a well-known makeout spot for kids.

“Cloud 9, huh?” You lifted your eyebrow to him as you went to sit on the big rock out there. “Don’t think you’re gonna get lucky mister.” Angel chuckled and lifted his hands in surrender. “Never. My attentions are pure. Its all in my name.”

Kissing your teeth, you lightly shoved him. “Boy, you are far from an Angel according to the blogs.”

“What do the blogs say?” He asked lowly, taking his ice cream cup from you. “According to them you are exceptionally blessed and your tongue isn’t just used for talking.” Angel had a shit-eating grin, but you just had to wipe it off his face. “But I think its all bullshit.” You smiled at his dropped jaw and wiggled in your seat to celebrate for catching him off-guard.

Angel invaded your space and whispered against your skin. “You could always find out for yourself.” Nervously, you began laughing and mushed Angel in his face. He had to be joking.

Sensing your uneasiness, Angel changed the topic. “So, all this time together and I’ve never asked you how you got into physical therapy.”

“Oh, easy! My dad was a war vet and on his last tour he got seriously injured. Man, when I found out I buried my head in books looking for a treatment plan. His PT asked me more than once if I wanted his job. And the rest was history and now I’m working at the VA.”

“Wow, you sure you’re not the angel?” Could you get any better, he thought. Opposite of Adelita, your kindness didn’t come with stipulations. You gave with expecting nothing in return.

“Mmm, maybe,” you stretched out your body and yawned. “Sleepy, cariño?” He brushed back some of your hair. “Noooo,” you yawned out.

Angel took your ice cream cup and threw it in the trash. “Yes, you are, sleepyhead. Let’s go home.” You allowed Angel to move your body however he pleased. The tiredness was already seeping throughout your body. “Hold on tight. I’ll have us home in no time.”

Racing down the street Angel got you home quickly, though you weren’t as tired as you were earlier. The wind whipping you in the face woke you up some more.

“Thank you for tonight, Angel. Everything was perfect.” You didn’t know if it was the sleepiness, the alcohol, or just the heat of the moment, but whatever it was it led you to kiss Angel. It only lasted for a couple of seconds but as soon as you tried to back away he pulled you back in for a much longer, much more passionate kiss. “Come to bed with me,” he sorta asked, sorta ordered you once he let you up for air.

You nodded at him and he picked you up. “Angel, put me down! You’re gonna hurt yourself going up these stairs while carrying me.” Angel stopped mid-stride and tilted your chin to get a good look at you. “I don’t know what type of dudes you messed with before, but I ain’t them. I can handle of this,” he smacked your backside making you yelp. “Entiendes?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, nuzzling your face in his neck. Angel finished his trek to his room and laid you on his bed. Leaning back on you elbows, you appreciated Angel’s look for the night. He wore a simple black tee with ripped black jeans, but the pièce de resistance was his chain. There was something about it that made you hungrier for him. “Keep the chain on,” you meekly ordered him while he was taking off his clothes.

The corner of his mouth quirked up as he crawled over your body. “Yeah? You like it?” You nodded your head and bent down to kiss you while his hands slithered to your shorts to undo them. His fingers slid down your panties and right into your weeping core. “Shit, this all for me baby?”

“Yesss,” you mewled, your legs already thrashing against the bed. “How long has it been, querida? It’s a struggle to get two fingers in.”

You shook your head no, too embarrassed to tell him the truth. “Tell me.” He nipped at your chin. “Or you don’t get to cum and I wanna make you cum, pretty baby.” Angel stopped his fingers, even though he desperately wanted to continue.

“Please Angel,” you ran your fingers up and down his back. “Nah, baby. You gotta tell me first,” he kissed your pulse point. “Alright, you huffed, “three years.”

“See it wasn’t that hard.” Angel began his ministrations again. “We got three years to make up for.” The rough pad of his thumb found your clit and he began rubbing little circles.

“Angel.” You cried out and held onto his wrist. “God, you’re beautiful. You think you can handle another finger?”

It slipped out before you noticed. “Yes daddy.” Angel eyes darkened and he crashed his lips into yours, swallowing your cries. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight. Daddy’s gonna fuck this little pussy up.”

The delicious stretch from his fingers and the never ending assault on your clit had you on cloud nine. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, circling your hips. “Cum then.” Angel pressed all three fingers against your walls, triggering a white hit explosion you never felt in your entire life.

“Suck ‘em.” Angel tapped his fingers against your lips. Opening them up, you took them in your mouth catching a hint of metal due to his rings. You swore you tasted better on his fingers than on yours.

“Take off your top.” As you did what Angel said, he slid your shorts and panties off. While he took off your heels, he kissed the inside of your ankle. “I can’t wait to have this dangling in the air.” He fingered your anklet.

Pushing your knees to your chest, Angel slid down your body. He took a deep inhale of your pussy, committing your scent to memory.

The first lick was a little tentative, like he was sampling the goods first . But after a couple more swipes, he had your whole clit in his mouth making you go crazy. “Mi dulce, you just became my favorite meal.”

The combination of Angel’s tongue on your bundle of nerves and his fingers sliding in and out of you was maddening. “Oh no, not another one.” You said to no one in particular. Angel chuckled with your clit still in his mouth. “Oh yes, another one.”

Grabbing onto his raven locks, you tried to pull him up, but he hunkered down instead, Angel wrapped his hands around your hips and pinned you down, diving deeper into your folds. “Fuck Angel! I’m I’m I’m,” it felt like a dam broke as your orgasm overcame you.

Then the damn demon wouldn’t let you go. Angel continued to eat you out even though you already came and was beating down on his back.

Finally Angel came back up for some air and the sight before you was beautiful. His beard was glistening all because of you. Your essence was dripping all over his beard.

“Give me a taste, daddy.” You ordered Angel, crooking your finger. “As you wish.” Angel came up and kissed you. Your tongue swiped at the seam of his mouth. Angel complied with your silent order and opened his mouth, where you and him fought for dominance.

Keeping Angel focused, your hands traveled to his boxers, setting his dick free. “Oh my!” Just from the feel of it, you could tell Angel was hung. Guess those blogs were right. “Are you gonna fit, daddy?”

Angel laughed and reached out for a condom. Slipping on the condom, Angel tapped his dick against your clique. “Ohh, he’s gonna fit.”

Feeling confident that he gathered enough lubrication to slide in. “Fuck, mami, you’re tight.” Angel bent down to swallow your whimpers. As hard as it was for him not to cum, the pain had to be worse for you.

“I’m not hurting you, am I baby?” Angel didn’t dare to begin to move once he was fully seated. “No. I need you to give it to me, Angel.”

Angel pecked your lips and sat up on his arms with his hands on your hips. “This pussy is mines now! You ain’t going nowhere after this.”

He began brutally snapping his hips into yours while singing your praises. ‘Cum on my cock, pretty baby.’ ‘You make the cutest sounds while I’m beating this pretty pussy up.’ ‘You look so beautiful coming on my dick.’

Angel intertwined his fingers with yours and nipped at your lips. “Angel please let me cum.” He took your bottom lip and dragged it it in between his teeth. “Not until you tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Mines,” you gasped as he hit a new spot. “I knew there was a little brat in there.” Angel wrapped his free hand around your throat. His cool rings starkly contrasted the heat emitting from your body. “You like that shit, huh?” Angel commented when he felt you clench around him after he put his hand on your neck.

“Whose. Pussy. Is. This?” Angel growled, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust. “Damn it, yours Angel! It’s all yours!” You scratched down his back.

“Damn right it is,” he bit on your shoulder. “Cum on daddy’s dick, pretty girl.”

Throwing your head back, arching your back you let the orgasm wash over you. “Angel,” you screamed clutching onto him. “I’m right here, baby.” He kissed you all over face, letting you know he was right there with you.

“Shit,” Angel groaned, his strokes began to get sloppy. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth.” You just had to get a taste of him, especially since he already knew what you tasted like.

Quickly both of you got off the bed. You on your knees and Angel hovering over you. Throwing the condom off, he began stroking his veiny masterpiece he called a dick. “You’re gonna look so pretty with my cum all over your face.” Angel stroked your cheek lovingly like he wasn’t just about to paint your face with his load.

Out of nowhere, you got jealous of Angel’s hand and instead of letting him jerk himself off to completion, you wrapped your mouth around his dick. “Oh shit,” Angel moaned, throwing his head back. “Keep sucking Daddy’s dick like that.” He buried his hands in your hair as he tried his hardest not to fuck your face.

“Aww fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna, shit!” Angel exploded in your mouth, making you take every drop. But you didn’t stop after that, you kept sucking and swiping across his tip. Angel had to push your head back to get you to stop. “Think that’s funny?”

Wiping the corners of your mouth you smiled up at him. “Yeah.”

“Nasty bitch,” Angel pulled you up by the hair and kissed you, loving the taste of himself on your tongue. “So, did I live up to the blogs?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. I need to conduct further research.” Angel pushed you back onto the bed. “That can be arranged.” He smiled as he climbed back on top of you to ensure he blew past your expectations.

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