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pillage-and-lute · 3 years

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The Stars Are Not Wanted Now

Was this among my list of WIPs I posted recently? No. Not at all. Because it popped into my head fully formed and hurt my feelings so I decided to make it everyone’s problem.

TW: Believed character death (not real) ,grief, discussions of hallucinations.

Title cheerfully stolen from W. H. Auden’s Funeral Blues

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It took Geralt almost an hour to realize what he’d done. He’d sat and stewed and wished his tearducts would give him more catharsis than a handful of small drops. He wanted to sob, really cry, eyes red and face wet, but his body let him down. He stared for a while at the dirt. At the footprints in the dirt.

They weren’t his. They were from Jaskier’s stupid shiny boots. Impractical boots that gave him blisters, but he’d only had enough money for one pair and he needed ‘court boots’ apparently. And he was walking down the mountain in those silly boots and a doublet that wouldn’t keep him warm as the mountain air chilled with night and Geralt had just let him go. Geralt had made him go. He didn’t have any gear, they shared gear and Geralt had made him leave.

Geralt’s slow, witcher heart beat double time as he realized he might have murdered his bard.

Roach huffed at him for being gone so long but he shushed her and loaded her up as quickly as he could. He needed her, and Jaskier needed him.

Geralt followed the footprints like a bloodhound, eyes and senses searching, but his mind wandered behind. Their relationship was such an odd one, Jaskier always traveling ahead or staying behind. Bards needed audiences and witchers needed wilderness, but they were never more than a few days from eachother, and every town Geralt went into he could be sure Jaskier was there. There had been exceptions of course, when bardic festivals or court appointments swayed Jaskier’s path, but he always came back. It was down to the separate nature of Geralt’s Path, with the capital P, and Jaskier’s path. Bards traveled between towns, straight shots, rarely sleeping rough, so his bard didn’t need gear, and it would only slow him down. Witchers wandered, fighting a monster here, collecting potion ingredients there, and coming to towns only for contracts and coin.

Geralt’s eyes scanned every inch of the track, never missing the boot prints, noting the depth of them, the scent of sadness lingering. A human would have missed the single, red thread caught on a bush, the shade of Jaskier’s stupid, too thin doublet. Geralt’s fingers plucked it from a branch.

He remembered how, in the first years of their acquaintance, he’d watched the bard walk away each time, believing he’d never see him again. But Jaskier had always come back. He’d circle around or wait in the next tiny village, playing ditties for barmaids and he’d greet Geralt with a smile that struck something sensitive and previously well protected in Geralt’s chest. Slowly Geralt had started expecting Jaskier’s presence and those treasured smiles.

It had come with detriments, that was true, Jaskier talked so much Geralt wondered how he found the air and he was foppish and disinclined to wake before noon. It was just that, so slowly that Geralt didn’t know how it had happened, those faults found favor in Geralt’s eyes.

And now he’d told Jaskier he was a burden. That he wanted him gone. As Geralt had grown to treasure his bard he’d stopped expecting Jaskier would leave him and started fearing he would instead. Geralt had just been the creator of his own nightmares, doing to their friendship what wind, weather, time, and age could not.

That was the thing, Geralt thought as his eyes scanned the trail, near invisible in the dark. Age. Jaskier was forty at least. Crow’s feet, Yennefer had said. He would have to leave Geralt sooner or later, settle in some city and see him only if Geralt sought him out. The impending end to their precious routine rolled Geralt’s stomach and took over his thoughts. Now, though, well, how weak was a forty year old human? Strong enough to go down the mountain in the dark? It seemed so, which was frustrating. Geralt was going as fast as he could while tracking Jaskier’s every footstep, but even his magical eyes only saw so much in total darkness. Jaskier was hiking blind.

A new scent drifted to Geralt’s nose. Wolf. A mixture of fur and wilderness and wet dog.

And blood.

Geralt let go of Roach’s reigns, sprinting as best he could, letting his nose lead him. He could smell blood. He followed it into the trees, crashing through the brush, careless of the briars that tore at him. He didn’t even smell his own blood, it didn’t matter, he didn’t care. All his senses narrowed down to the smell of Jaskier’s blood and...

and his eyes saw red. a torn doublet,

Geralt lurched forward, hoping, praying that it didn’t mean what he knew it meant. He clutched the rags to him and he stumbled. His foot hit something.

A boot. A stupid, shiny boot and it reeked of blood. Geralt let it fall from numb fingers. A tiny beam of moonlight struggled down, gleaming dully off of leather. Geralt knelt before the instrument case, smelling blood on the strap, feeling the contours of it. When he lifted it it was heavy. Jaskier had died alone on a vicious mountainside, devoid of his beautiful doublet and his lute.

Geralt felt a puff of breath on the back of his head. Roach had followed after him, picking her way through the forest in the wake of his mad dash. He pressed his face into her mane and finally felt tears flood his cheeks. She settled beside him when he no longer had enough water to cry and he just stayed there, knelt between tree roots and bushes, cradling the lute and a scrap of doublet that still smelled like chamomile.

He didn’t move until dawn.

When the runny light of morning came Geralt just moved on. Whatever had happened to Jaskier’s body, he couldn’t see it. Of course the bard deserved a proper burial, and Geralt cursed his weakness all the way down the mountain, but there mightn’t be much of Jaskier left to find. Geralt felt sure that if he saw his friend like that he’d simply lay down next to him and die too.

He already felt like he might.

Geralt moved on, physically. He moved around, slinging Jaskier’s lute up with his saddlebags. He wandered between towns and fought monsters, going north in a roundabout way. Going home.

Kaer Morhen was going to be cold that year, it always was, and Jaskier was never there, but without the hope of Jaskier’s smile in the spring the cold seemed to have taken residence in his soul.

Geralt wasn’t eating well. He couldn’t bring himself to do more than chew a few pieces of dried meat. He drank a lot and didn’t sleep and took too many risks when fighting monsters. It was foolish, he knew, it was how witchers died, getting sloppy like that. He did it anyway. And on the rare nights he did sleep, he clutched the tattered piece of doublet. The chamomile scent was slowly fading and Geralt feared when it left entirely. It and the doublet were all he had.

In light of all of this, Geralt wasn’t that surprised when he finally lost it. He heard music in a tavern and it sounded like Jaskier. Every bard sounded like Jaskier now. There were no instruments, just an achingly familiar voice. Of course, Geralt still had the lute.

When he walked into the tavern and saw a bard turn, saw Jaskier smile wide at him, Geralt didn’t even flinch. His medallion was still on his chest. This was no ghost, he had simply lost his mind.

Geralt sat at the bar without looking away from the apparition, and his heart swelled as it sauntered towards him. Jaskier looked so lifelike, so alive. There wasn’t a scratch on him. He was exactly the bard Geralt remebered, no crows feet to be seen. He was dressed in blue, not unlike when they had first met. Geralt’s heart twisted as he remebered all things he’d said, and, even worse, the things he hadn’t. His heart was thundering in his ears, blood rushing, everything else tuned out. It didn’t matter that Geralt had gone crazy, Jaskier was here and so beautiful and Geralt loved him so much that it hurt.

“Mind if I join you?” The hallucination said. Geralt just stared. He wasn’t going to talk to it, there were enough rumors about witchers without the townsfolk knowing he was crazy.

“C’mon, now, Geralt,” the faux Jaskier said. “You wouldn’t keep a man with bread in his pants waiting.”

Geralt just stared as the bard pulled a half-eaten roll from his pocket and winked. The hallucination stopped smiling, shoulders slumping. “I’ll go,” it said.

“Stay,” Geralt whipsered immediately. He was alright with going crazy because this last bit of comfort was so tantalizing, so real Geralt could almost reach out and touch. “Please,” he said, even quieter. “I’m sorry.”

Jaskier beamed and sat and ate and Geralt wondered idly who the bartender served in place of the man he knew couldn’t be there.

Geralt had thought the hallucination would be gone in the morning, but the vision of Jaskier was standing by Roach the next day, a travel bag over one shoulder. Okay, Geralt’s brain was in it for the long haul. Fine, but there had to be rules. That momentary weakness last night couldn’t happen again. He needed to get to Kaer Morhen soon if he wanted to beat the snows and there could be no distractions. So, no talking to the bard.

It was very hard not to talk to the hallucination. It traipsed and danced and prodded and teased, but when it got not even a hum in response the exhuberance dimmed. That was horrible. Geralt didn’t need the reminder that he’d hurt Jaskier’s feelings, he’d already killed him. The proof was walking right beside him.

Something in Geralt felt healed, though. It was why he didn’t try to fix this. Having Jaskier, even if it wasn’t real, was nice. He wondered what would happen if he reached out and kissed the bard. It was his hallucination after all. The thought, though, that he would reach out to Jaskier, who looked so real and alive, and feel nothing but air....Geralt would rather go through the trials again. It would be like losing Jaskier all over.

One night, when the hallucination reached out for the instrument strung on Roach’s saddle Geralt tensed. Some part of him believed that if this shade of Jaskier was reunited with his beloved lute he’d go, dissappear and leave Geralt all alone again. He didn’t, of course. This wasn’t a spirit, Jaskier wasn’t tied to this realm by the lute. He was a figment of Geralt’s tortured mind.

He played Toss a Coin and Her Sweet Kiss. As far as Geralt knew, Jaskier hadn’t finished the latter, but his imagination finished it anyway. It hurt to hear Jaskier singing about love unrequited, it was obviously about Yennefer but that...that wasn’t Geralt’s love. Geralt’s love had be eaten by a mountain. Red sky at dawning, Geralt had had enough of red. It didn’t put him in mind of Yennefer’s lips or of rubies or harpies or anything else, but Jaskier’s doublet, the scrap still hidden in Geralt’s bags, and some words. “See you around, Geralt”

The apparition continued to play, but Geralt turned his face away. Maybe this was torturing him for killing his only blessing.

At the crossroads of the northern mountains Geralt paused. He had been walking besde Roach, resting her for the trek up the Killer, with Jaskier’s lute across the saddlebags and his hallucination trailing along behind. This was where Jaskier always parted from him in the autumn, and the hallucination stepped forward, reaching toward the lute on Roach’s back. Geralt felt ice down his spine.

His hallucination was going to leave, of course it was, Geralt had never brought Jaskier to the keep, but to be there all winter without this small, fake comfort would kill him.

Geralt wrapped his hand around the lute strap, ready to pull it from the nonexistant fingers of his dead companion. “No,” he said.

He slung the lute over his shoulder and walked toward the Killer, praying that his failing mind wouldn’t choose now to become sane. To his relief, the hallucination followed.

On the way to the keep the vision changed into a warmer cloak and gloves and Geralt marveled at the detail. He wondered if he wasn’t dead himself, or asleep and simply dreaming, but he kept going up the trail, hearing the crunch of Jaskier’s shiny boots on frost. The vision talked and Geralt loved its voice and cursed the sound.

Night was falling when they reached the gate of the keep, and Geralt could see three lit lanterns, one for each brother and another for Vesemir. He paused, watching the lights come closer. He drew a breath, in through his nose, smelling pine and chamomile, out through his mouth. He couldn’t let the others know. He had to pretend that the ghost of all his regrets wasn’t doggin his steps. He flexed his fingers on the strap of the lute.

“Don’t just stand there, idiot, get in here, it’s cold,” Lambert called. Eskel smiled at Geralt and took Roach’s reigns, cooing to her as Geralt followed Vesemir and Lambert into the hall.

The fire was lit and warmth seeped into Geralt’s numb fingers and toes. Vesemir raised an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you going to introduce your guest?”

“What?”

“Vesemir shook his head. “Gods almighty, Geralt, I didn’t raise you boys with much manners but I thought you had some.” Then Vesemir turned to where the vision of Jaskier stood. “You Geralt’s bard?” he asked.

“There’s no one there, Ves,” Geralt hazarded.

Vesemir scowled at him. “Stupid prank to play on your old teacher. Never get an apprentice, lad, they’ll take your sanity and all your time.” That last part wasn’t aimed at Geralt. It was like someone had poured fire into Geralt’s veins.

“You can see him too?” he asked, quietly.

“What game are you--” Vesemir began, but Jaskier’s eyes had gone soft with understanding.

“Oh, Geralt,” he whispered.

Geralt stretched out one shaking hand and caressed his bard’s chilly cheek. Jaskier leaned his face into it and brushed a kiss against the palm. “I’m so sorry, dear heart,” he said, stepping closer to Geralt and wrapping his arms around his neck. “I should have known something was off.”

“You were dead,” Geralt said into the crook of his neck. “There was blood and your doublet was shredded, and you left your lute behind.”

“You truly thought...all this time? Geralt, I thought you knew,” Jaskier said, warm breath brushing Geralt’s ear. To his surprise, Geralt was crying, tiny, bare tears and shoulders shaking.

“Knew you were alive?”

“That too, but dearest, I’m a changeling, on the mountain I...I was so sad I just wanted to run away, and I was so tired, so I became a wolf.”

“Changeling...you’re fae?”

“Only half,” Jaskier said. “Or less, I’m not sure, but I can change into all the animal of the forest.”

“You never have.”

“It’s a painful feeling and you can’t play a lute with wings or paws but I was overwhelmed so I just...oh darling I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to think--”

“I smelled blood.”

“My boots, you told me to buy the practical ones, but I didn’t listen.”

Geralt pressed his forehead against Jaskier’s and felt the warmth of him. “You’re alive,” he said. “You’re real and you’re alive.”

“You thought all this time I was a ghost?”

“A hallucination,” Geralt said. “A good dream, or torture for killing my...”

“Killing your what, darling?”

“Killing my love. Letting my greatest blessing be taken from my hands. I thought it was penance, my love.”

Jaskier leaned in and kissed Geralt softly. His lips were soft and perfect and too chapped to be a dream. His breath tasted like the jerky they’d eaten on the trail and it was real. When he pulled away Geralt leaned back in and kissed him again.

“Nothing I said on the mountain was true,” he mumbled against dry lips. “Not a word. I love you more than life itself.”

“I love you too,” Jaskier said. “And I won’t leave again, not even if you tell me to.”

“I won’t,” Geralt said. “Never again.”

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miraculous-trinity-leo · 3 years

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment." Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Chapter 5 complete. Hope everyone is stayin' safe, Rockin' those Positive Vibes, and havin' an absolutely wonderful day. BUG-OUT 🐞💮🐞

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pilot-boi · 2 years

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*whipsers in Ren's ear* Jaune's downstairs. Yang and her family are keeping him safe from the people who've had him this whole time. Be careful, he's spent the last dozen or so years being a science experiment, and he doesn't remember anything from before he was taken...

Trying to cause some chaos lol

Ren’s face pales dramatically when you say this. A strange buzzing fills his ears, so much so that he can’t hear what the others are arguing about. Something about ghosts?

He sure feels like he’s seen a ghost.

While the others are arguing, he slips past Ruby. She’s so enthusiastically explaining something to the others that she doesn’t even notice him slip past her. He quietly shuts the door behind him and descends the stairs.

When Ren reaches the bottom of the stairs, he looks around and doesn’t see anyone. “Jaune…?” He calls softly, tentatively. Ruby and Yang keeping him safe… a lab experiment this whole time… Ren’s head is spinning and he hasn’t even seen his friend yet.

And then someone with buttery white wings, scared blue eyes, and wheat yellow hair emerges from behind a bookcase. He’s holding his hands up and shaking, even though he’s almost a head taller than Ren.

As soon as Ren spots him, his heart stops.

“That’s- that’s my name,” Jaune says cautiously. Zwei stands at his heels, wagging his tail, and Jaune seems to take comfort from this. “Ruby and Yang said they’re talking to their friends, and… and you must be one of them.” He smiles nervously. “What’s your name?”

It’s been so long that Ren almost doesn’t recognize him. He’s got none of the same traits, and he acts so different, and he’s taller than Ren.

And that shouldn't be as important or as high up on the list as it is. But Ren used to be taller than Jaune. They’d stand back to back, with Jaune on his tip toes to match their heights. And now it’s the other way around, with Jaune standing tall and confident and he doesn’t recognize Ren. And somehow the fact that Jaune’s looking down at Ren with glowing blue eyes when he asks what Ren’s name is.

That’s what breaks him.

He can’t take his childhood friend not even knowing his name.

And Jaune looks so broken, he’s covered with scars, hiding from the government in Ruby’s basement but he sounds so naive when he asks what Ren’s name is. His smile is the same, his voice is the same, but everything else is so different it feels like Ren is looking at his friend through a fun house mirror.

#rwby #jaune arc #lie ren #questions from the facility #faau #fenn blr #outcasts redeemer #mine #asks

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frog-was-taken · 3 years

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y/n - your name

warning: swearing, use of the word stupid, thats all i think

y/n, adriens twin sister tells him what she really thinks of his new relationship with lila. based off/inspired by the song ‘What a shame’ by Leyla Blue

a/n - i know that this would probably never happen but its been in my head for a couple of days so i need to let it out.

if there was one thing that you could wish for, it would be to wipe that stupid smirk off of lila’s stupid face. your hatred for her grew greater and greater with every breath she took. not only was she a liar, she was also just downright horrible! you looked over at marinette, and saw that she had a similar expression to yours. suddenly an idea popped into your head, smiling at lila you said, ‘adrien.?’. ‘yeah y/n?’ he answered, smiling at you warmly. ‘i dont like or approve of your relationship ’, you said calmly, still looking at lila. you looked over at him as his face fell slightly, and you couldn’t help but wonder if what you were going to say was going to hurt his feelings. you carried on, ‘the only thing that’s left to say is ..’

‘what a shame’ you said calmly. ‘baby-‘, lila started, ‘what a shame?’ he questioned. ‘could’ve been with mari, instead of whats her fucking name’ you said with a smug smile. marinette gave you a ‘what are you doing?!’ look, her face as red as ever. ‘its a shame, yeah its fucking shame!’ your voice echoeing around the now silent class. ‘you had a winning hand but you threw away the game’, you finished. the class knew what you meant, even if your brother was as blind as a bat. you were known for being outspoken but no one had expected this. everyone could see the shock on adrien’s face, and the rage on lila’s.

‘yo- you bitch!’ she screamed. ‘whats the matter layla? or was it lily? i really can’t remember anymore’, you put on a thinking face, a smirk dancing on your lips. lila stormed out of her seat and straight over to you, ‘you’ll regret that! she snarled. and right as the door opened a loud SLAP echoed around the class. ‘what is going on here?!’ yelled miss bustier, holding a stack of papers she went to photocopy. ‘i-i- uh no-noth-‘ lila stuttered. ‘miss bustier!’, you cried ‘ sh-she slapped me! lila slapped me!’ you said with tears spilling down your cheeks. truth to be told the slap hadnt hurt much, but since you knew there would be a red mark you decided you’d milk this opportunity, after all lila wasnt the only actress in the class. ‘lila?! go staight to the principal’s office!’ miss bustier said with shock and slight disgust at her behaviour. ‘are you all right y/n?’ her voice becoming as sweet as sugar again. ‘im fine, but do you think i could have a minute to talk to my brother?’ you asked with tears still threatening to spill. ‘of course, take as long as you need’. ‘thank you’ you sniffled

you turned your head to look at adrien and the class, a big smile gracing your face as if nothing just happened. you walked out with adrien following suit. ‘are you okay?’ he asked worriedly, ‘im fine adrien’, you smiled up at him but his worried eyes turned harsher. ‘so why did you do that?!’ he shouted in a hushed tone, ‘because she isnt the right girl for you, you dummy!’,you whipser-shouted back. he looked at you confused, head tilted slightly to the side. ‘open your eyes, everything you need is right infront of you, or well behind you considering our seating plan’. you said rolling your eyes. ‘m-marinette?’ he said quietly. ‘yes adrien, the whole class can see that you guys are perfect for eachother’ you spoke, pulling him into a hug. ‘thanks y/n’ he mumbled into your hair, ‘thanks for what?’ you asked. ‘for being the world’s best sister’ he said pulling away slighty. ‘ugh stop being so sappy’ you grumbled though you had a smile in your face, ‘you have a girl to ask out’. ‘i do?’ he said tilting his head. ‘ADRIEN!’, ‘im joking, i get it now’ he said with a laugh pulling you back into the class. you gave him one last smile before getting to your seat, ‘looks like he finally got the hint’ you thought to yourself.

a/n - this is my first fic since ive started writing again so i hope there isnt too many mistakes, id appreciate it if you could leave a like if you enjoyed it :)

#mlb #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #fanfic #adrien x marinette #sister reader #lila rossi #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miss bustier #alya cesaire #ladybug #chat noir #viperion #luka couffaine #miraculous ladybug

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angstysebfan · 4 years

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Secrets Are No Fun (One-Shot)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have been in a secret relationship for several months. When Nat sets you up on a blind date for Tony’s party, Bucky has a melt down. Feelings are hurt, but fluff ensues.

You wake up when you feel movement next to you. You look at the clock next to your bed and see that it reads 6:00 am. You turn over and look at your boyfriend as he rises from your bed in his naked glory and starts putting his clothes back on.

“Ya know, life and sleep would be so much better if we just told everyone we are together.” You say in your raspy wake up voice. Bucky turns around and smiles at you.

“I know doll, but I am not ready yet.” He says matter of factually. You sit up and clutch the sheet to your naked body. You pull yourself up to a sitting position and lean against the headboard. “I just don’t understand why. I mean I get the public, but our friends? I mean you don’t think they would be supportive?”

Bucky looks at you and sits on the bed next to you. “Doll, I have no doubt they would, but I just want to keep this between us.” He says pecking your lips. You look at him in frustration, and pull away and get up out of bed. You grab your sweats and tank top and put them on.

“I don’t know how much longer I will be able to do this. I want a boyfriend who wants to be with me, no matter what. You don’t seem to, so maybe we should just stop.” You say. Bucky’s eyes widen. He gets up and walks over to you grabbing your hands.

“Doll, you know how much you mean to me. Please, just give me a little more time.” He begs looking at you. You refuse to look at him and scoff. “Fine. See you later.” You say and you quickly go into your bathroom and lock the door.

Bucky shakes his head, and leaves your room. When you hear the door close you come back into your room, tears running down your face. You get back into bed and grab Bucky’s pillow, snuggling into it so you can smell his scent. You eventually fall back asleep.

You come into the kitchen around 9:30 am, to see the whole Avengers group sitting down to breakfast. You go over the pour yourself coffee and sit down at the table, ignoring the brunette super soldier who is burning holes in your head.

You quietly sip your coffee, holding your head in your hand, when you hear Nat speaking to you. “I found you a great guy Y/N!” She said excitedly. You sneak a peek at Bucky, who has his brows furrowed, listening to this conversation.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “O-oh yea?” You say to Nat, trying to act normal. She nods enthusiastically, “Yup and don’t be mad, but I invited him to the party tonight to meet you.” You sat up straight, looking at Nat in surprised.

“Like a blind date?” You ask the redhead. She shrugs, “yeah, kinda like that. He is so cute, Y/N. I think you are going to like him a lot.” Before you can say anything, Nat gets up and heads to the gym. You look at Bucky who looks pissed. You quickly get up and run to your room.

You knew that he would follow when the coast was clear. You spent your time pacing your room, wondering how you could get out of this. 5 minutes later there is a light knock on your door. You open the door to see you boyfriend, who looks pissed. He walks in and sits on the bed.

“Why didn’t you say no?” he asks. You are taken aback by his question. “She didn’t give me a chance. I am trying to come up with a way to get out of this.” You say frustrated. You continue your pacing before you look at Bucky. He still looks pissed, staring at the floor.

“Buck...” You say as you kneel in front of him, taking his hands. “You know I don’t want anyone else but you. I was fighting with you this morning because I want people to know. Please don’t be mad at me.”

Bucky pulls his hands away from you and stands. “I... I gotta go. Enjoy your date.” He quickly walks out of the room, ignoring your calls. You sit there on the floor crying. You don’t know what to do.

You walk into the party on the top floor of the tower. You are wearing a navy blue strapless a-line floor length dress. You automatically start looking for Bucky. You want to talk to him about this. He doesn’t seem to be there, maybe he is skipping the party. You figured you will stay for an hour then go to his room and make up.

You suddenly see red hair coming toward you. You suck in a breath, not ready for this. Nat runs up to you, “You’re here! Come on, I want to introduce you to Matt!”

She grabs your arm and drags you through the crowd toward the bar. She brings you right up to a man with light brown hair in a dark suit. When he turns around you see he has beautiful green eyes and a soft smile. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome, but you were not interested.

“Y/N, this is Matt. Matt this is the girl I was telling you about, Y/N” Nat says. Matt hold out his hand to shake your hand. When you place your hand in his, he brings it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “Nice to finally meet you Y/N.” He says.

You can’t help but blush. “Nice to meet you also.” you say as you take your hand back. You wipe your hand off on the back of your dress so Matt does not see. Nat smiles at you both. “Okay, have fun!” she says, then leaves.

“Would you like a drink?” Matt asks motioning toward the bar. “Champagne please,” you say, turning around to look around the room for your man. You finally spot him across the room, talking to a tall blonde. She looks like she just walked off a photo shoot. You can’t help the gut-wrenching feeling you have in your stomach. You feel tears surfacing, but shake them away and turn back toward Matt.

After he hands you your drink he asks questions about being an Avenger, and what other fan based questions. You give your answers like were being interviewed. Then you asked him about himself. He started rambling on about one thing or the other. You try to act like you were interested, but you kept looking over to Bucky talking to the tall blonde. You see him giving her his signature smirk, which really pisses you off. He looks over and meets your eyes for a second, before bringing his attention back to her.

You look back at Matt, who is still going on and on about himself. You nod to be polite, but are not listening. You look over at Bucky and see the blonds lips on your boyfriend. Your heart completely breaks, as tears start trickling down your face.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Matt asks concerned. You put your glass on the bar and apologize to Matt, before turning on your heels and running out of the room. You make it to the elevator and go back to your room. You slam your door and inform FRIDAY to not let anyone in. You throw yourself on your bed and sob.

Two minutes later you hear frantic knocking followed by Bucky’s voice. “Y/N, please open the door! Please!” He sounds panicked, but you don’t care. “Go away!” you yell at the door. “Please baby, it wasn’t what you think. Please let me explain!” He yells at the door.

You roll your eyes and march to the door. You open the door aggressively to see Bucky standing in front of the door. He looks out of control, with his hair going in all different directions from running his hands through it. You don’t open the door enough to let him in.

“Explain?!” You scream, making his eyes widen. “Explain how you were pissed at me this afternoon, when it wasn’t my fault and I didn’t ask for this “date”. Or explain how you were flirting with the blonde model in front of me, on purpose and then cheat on me by making out with her.” You are sobbing at this point.

Bucky takes you into his arms and lifts you off the floor. He walks into the room and closes your door behind him. He lays you on your bed and holds you while you cry, kissing your head every few seconds. When you finally calm down, you pull out of his embrace and look at him. You see nothing but regret and sadness in his beautiful blue eyes.

“i’m so sorry baby.” Bucky whipsers, running a hand through your now messed up hair. You sniff and close your eyes, trying calm yourself. “Why did you do that?” You ask, your voice shaking from crying. You still have tears coming down your eyes. Bucky wipes them away with his thumb, and sighs.

“I was mad earlier, but not at you. I was mad at me. I could have prevented this whole thing if we just came out to our friends. I don’t even know why I don’t want to anymore.” He looks at you for a moment. “When Nat said she had a guy for you, all I kept thinking was how you deserved to be with a normal guy who won’t hide your relationship. I thought a part of you wanted the date.”

You shake your head. “Bucky, all I’ve ever wanted was you. I love you!” Bucky’s eyes widen. “Y-you love me?” he asks breathlessly. You nod, tears starting to come down even more. You look at Bucky and notice he now has tears falling too.

“I-I thought I could make you jealous with that blonde. But I swear I didn’t want to kiss her. I didn’t even put a hand on her. She was the one who kissed me, but I pushed her away. When I looked over to where you were standing and saw you were gone, I panicked and ran to find you. That guy Matt told me you left and I ran after you. I would never hurt you like that, and I am so sorry for being stupid. I... I love you more than anything in this world, and I don’t want to lose you.”

You smile as your bring her hand up to Bucky’s cheek. He closes his eyes at your touch. “Please forgive me, baby. Please.” He says quietly. You pull him toward you and rest his forehead on yours. “On one condition” you say.

“Anything,” he whispers. You look into his eyes, “We tell our friends that we are dating.” He cups your face in his hands, “You got it, tomorrow. Tonight, I want do a little making up with you.” He says bringing your lips to his.

You spent the whole night in each others embrace. The only sounds in your room were the moans and sighs of two people in love. Tomorrow your friends will know the truth and you will never have to be set up on another blind date again.

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specialagentlokitty · 4 years

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Steve x reader - The Spirit of the forest

Pre serum Steve x reader?? Something fluffy or really angsty - Anon❤️

Steve ran to the edge of Brooklyn, a large smile on his face as he saw you figure standing there. Ever since he could remember he’s been coming here, and he’s gotten older since then, but you, you never changed a bit.

You still wore the same orange dress that brushed the floor, the same playfulness in your eyes. You still had the mask you wore when he first met you.

“(Y/N)!”

You turned, a soft smile on your face as your saw him. Your (E/C) eyes gleaming with happiness behind your fox mask, which you moved from your face.

It covered the whole of your face, but when he was here you moved it to the back of your head like you had just down.

He jogged over and you waved at him, he waved back.

“Hello again Steve, I missed you dearly.”

“I missed you too.” He sighed.

Steve smiled brightly as you offered him the other end of the cloth that was tied around your wrist.

He blushed slightly but took it, remembering what you had told him when he first met you as a child. He could never, ever, under any circumstances, touch you.

You were taller than him, but that wasn’t hard. Most woman rejected him because of how sickly he was, but not you, and he loved you for that, but he was too shy to tell you.

“Will you come into the city one day?” He asked.

You tilted your head down to look at him, then shrugged your shoulders a little as the pair of you started to walk.

“I’m not sure, perhaps after the war.”

“Do you like the war?”

You shook your head, faltering a little but not fully.

“No, it... makes me sad.”

Steve knew it made you sad, although you stayed away from people, you knew all about the war going on.

“What will you do? If I can become a soldier what will you do then?”

“I’ll wait for your return of course.” You laughed softly.

Both you and Steve found a nice place to sit down and sat there, facing each other, mindful that you weren’t too close to one another.

You brushed some of your hair from your face, and clasped your hands in your lap as you bit your lip.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Steve asked worried.

You sighed softly and shook your head.

“Steve, I can’t.. I can’t stay here for much longer...”

Steve’s heart started to beat a little faster, his brain went blank. His blue eyes tested up a little and he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Wh.. What... why?” He stuttered out.

“The soldiers.. they’re.. getting too close.. it’s not safe for me..”

Steve felt like bursting out crying, he was going to lose you. One of the two people he didn’t want to be without now. You and Bucky. Bucky has gone to war and now you were leaving too?

“Y.. you can hide!”

You gave Steve a strained smile and fiddled with your fingers, shaking your head.

“I can’t, it’s not safe... if they find out what I am.. they’ll take me.. I can’t let them get too close..”

Steve wiped his eyes, and your heart broke. You wanted to hug him, to hold him and wipe all his tears away, but you couldn’t.

Instead you had to sit there, biting your lip as you tried not to cry as well.

“Where will you go..?” He whipsered.

“Far away, the the biggest forest in the whole of America, back home...”

Steve let out a sob and you took a deep breath, hoping to hold the tears at bay.

“I.. I won’t see you again...”

“No, no you might Steve, you might see me again. I’m.. I’m dying Steve..”

Steve’s head snapped up, you couldn’t be.. there’s no way... you couldn’t... why wouldn’t you tell him this before?

“What...?” He asked quietly.

“I am dying... I’ve been away for far to long... the forest... I must be there.” You sighed.

Steve stared at you, heartbroken. You really had no choice, you either stayed with him and died, or you went back and lived. He wanted you to live, so he nodded his head.

“I can’t say I.. I understand.. because I don’t.. but.. I want you to live.. so go back home...”

“Tongass Forest... remember this Steve.”

Steve nodded his head, watching as you flicked your gaze towards the sky then back towards him.

“I’ll miss you...”

Steve shyly looked away, he stripped off his jacket and placed it on the floor near you, gesturing for you to take it.

With shaky hands, you took the jacket and held it close to your chest.

“Thank you...”

You reached up, taking the mask from the back of your head, you held it in your hands for a moment.

“Close your eyes Steve.”

Steve gulped nervously and did as you said, he closed his eyes, and he felt you put the mask over his face, he could feel your hand trembling as he did.

“Open them.” You said softly.

He slowly opened his eyes and found you only inches in front of his face. Up close you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He watched you close your eyes, you leant in and kissed the part of the mask where his lips were and pulled away, untying the cloth from your hand.

“I love you Steve, I shouldn’t, but I love you with all my heart. I pray that someday, after the war you shall visit me in my forest...”

You slipped his jacket on and smiled warmly before standing up.

Frantically, Steve took the mask off, holding it in his hands as he gazed at you, tears streaming down his face.

“What are you (Y/N), really?”

You let out an airy laugh, clasping your hands behind your back as you took a few steps away, a single tear running down your face.

“I am the spirit of Tongass Forest, and I am very far from home indeed.”

“The spirit of the forest..” Steve whispered.

You nodded slowly, still walking backwards.

“I pray I see you again Steve, remember to stay safe. Remember where to find me, and most importantly, remember I shall always, always love you my frail soldier.”

Steve’s mind went blank, and you got further and further away. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again you were gone, as if the wind blew you away.

“I love you (Y/N)!” He yelled to the sky.

Steve dropped to his knees, body wracking with sobs as he held you mask close to his chest. He wanted to win this war, for freedom, for equality, the happiness of everyone, and most importantly he wanted to win so he could see you again, his forest spirit, so he could see your face one more time

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rodgers imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers

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War of the Roses: Domesticity: Part II/II

Ruby: *nervously stands outside a lingerie store*

Ruby: Are you sure this is... for us?.. Because it seems like it's for Jaune.

Weiss: Don't tell me your heart doesn't flutter when Jaune tells you that you are gorgeous.

Ruby: *blushes*

Weiss: The secret about girls is that we feel our best when we look our best, and we look our best when we feel our best.

Ruby: You lost me.

Weiss: *tugs her into the store*

* * *

Ruby: *blushes looking at herself in the mirror*

Weiss (whispering into her ear): You look gorgeous.

Ruby: Do you... do you think Jaune will love it?..

Weiss (whispering): Do you?

Ruby: *nods*

Weiss (whipsering): Then I think he'll agree.

* * * Weiss: *stops in front of a shoe store, tugging Ruby to a stop beside her*

Ruby: What is it?

Ruby: *sees Weiss staring at black slants*

Ruby: Wait...

Weiss: *smiles as she looks Ruby in the eyes*

Weiss: *kisses Ruby on the lips*

Ruby: *let's herself get pulled into the store*

* * *

Ruby: *spends a couple minutes unbuckling her boots*

Ruby: *nervously sits on a bench*

Weiss: *slips the slants onto her feet*

Weiss: *starts attaching the straps going up Ruby's leg*

Ruby: Okay, I like the straps.

Weiss: *wry smile*

Weiss: *helps Ruby to her feet*

Ruby: Okay, so the plan is for you to hold me up while I wear my ladystilts... even if they are pretty badass.

Weiss: Once you get used to this, we could maybe get you ones that have spikes.

Ruby: That would be pretty badass.

Ruby: *turns away from the mirror, looking over her shoulder*

Ruby: And my butt does look really good.

Weiss: *swats Ruby's butt*

Ruby: Alright, alright, I'll try them.

Weiss: *wry smile*

* * *

Jaune: *walks around the corner with bags in his hands*

Jaune: Oh, my...

Weiss: *nudges Ruby*

Weiss: See?, I told you.

Ruby: *nervously looks around*

Jaune: *stares*

Weiss: *kisses Ruby on the cheek, forcing her to look at Jaune*

Jaune: So, uh... you... you look good...

Ruby: You don't think it's too much? I don't know... I don't have the best track record in ladystilts.

Ruby: *wobbles a bit*

Jaune: *steps towards her, briefly moving his hands towards her before remembering all of the bags*

Jaune: Uh?..

Weiss: *looks over to a bench*

Weiss: Perhaps over here?

Jaune: *nods and walks over*

Jaune: *starts putting down his bags, before digging his fingers into one of them*

Jaune: *pulls out a pair of chokers, holding them out to the girls*

Weiss: It's lovely.

Weiss: *grabs the white and blue choker*

Ruby: *grabs the black and red choker*

Ruby: I know what this is for?

Weiss: *gives Ruby a questioning look*

Weiss: It is not... to make us look good?

Weiss: *affixes her choker*

Ruby: I saw it in movies on Jaune's tablet.

Jaune: *nearly coughs up a lung*

Jaune: One, private, two, this is NOT what this is about?

Weiss: *gives the pair of them a questioning look*

Ruby: Oh, come, I love the videos you watch.

Jaune: *looks about nervously*

Weiss: *breathes in deeply*

Weiss: Perhaps this is not the best place to have this conversation?

* * *

Jaune: *puts away the food in the kitchen and walks to the living room*

Jaune: *nervously looks around the corner*

Weiss: We ARE having this conversation, thank you very much.

Jaune: *slinks into the living room and sits down without looking up*

Weiss: So, Ruby showed me a few of these videos, and I have to say I'm disappointed. I mean, we're your wives... why didn't you just ask us to do these things?..

Jaune: *looks at up her with a shocked look*

Weiss: I know... I have a bit of a reputation for being an... ice... princess... but...

Weiss: *blushes and looks away*

Weiss: Did you think I didn't want to try some of these things? Some of these things that can only be done with one man and two... or more... women...

Jaune: Uh?..

Weiss: You are our beau, and we wish to treat you as such.

Jaune: *shyly nods*

Weiss: And Ruby, Jaune is upset that you violated his privacy.

Ruby: Okay, but he left them on his tablet, and I was just curious... and oh - my - good - god are they hot?

Weiss: Then perhaps the good gentleman can share?

Jaune: *looks at her questioning*

Jaune: You just... made gentleman... and sharing porn... the... I honestly don't know...

Weiss: We want you to share... and you want us to respect your privacy. If you could share more, I'm sure I could convince our belle to be a bit less curious.

Ruby: But... the porn... so hot... want to try some of it...

Weiss: Then we shall. Why don't we start with this one?

Weiss: *lifts up a video and briefly plays it, showing two women, one laying on the other, kissing as a man thrusts from behind*

Jaune: *jaw slack, but finds himself nodding*

Ruby: *bends down to start unbuckling her slants*

Jaune: No, leave them on.

Weiss: *self-assured smile*

Weiss: I told you.

* * *

Ruby and Jaune sat on a couch, with Weiss bringing in coffee.

Weiss (while pouring coffee): So, what did we learn?

Ruby: That you're as kinky as we are.

Weiss: Not exactly the lesson I wanted to teach you... but true, none the less.

Weiss: *passes a cup to Jaune*

Jaune: *takes a sip*

Weiss: *looks him in the eyes*

Jaune: *gives Weiss a questioning look*

Weiss: You learned to try to open up to us more about your desires?

Weiss: *supportive huff*

Jaune: *nods and sips his black coffee*

Weiss: *starts shoveling sugar into a cup, while looking at Ruby*

Ruby: *awkward smile*

Weiss: And you learned to simply ask instead of taking.

Weiss: *holds the cup to Ruby*

Ruby: *nervously reaches out to it*

Weiss: *does not give Ruby the cup*

Ruby: *eyes wide with recognition*

Ruby: Please!

Weiss: *hands Ruby the cup*

Weiss: I swear you two will be the death of me. Perhaps a little death, but that is neither here nor there...

Weiss: *nervously looks between the two*

Weiss: *breathes a sigh of relief as neither get the reference*

#rwby #war of the roses #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee

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