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The thing Bucky likes about elephants in the room is that everyone knows there a problem but no one mentions it. Except Darcy. She always mentions it. 

When Steve’s half of the Avengers had been invited back to the tower to play nice with Stark, Darcy has already been there about two months making herself a staple according to some. She had the majority of the hero’s living there enamored, including Natalia. She already had some sort of spell cast over Barton when they get there. Probably some left over love from Natalia the two assassins were on another plain of existence and he didn’t doubt they shared a conscious. She’d made devastatingly short work of Steve and Sam, feeding and verbally abusing them into friendship, and then she was by his side. 

He had tried to fight her at first, glaring at her, snarling at her, begging Natalia to make her go away, hiding from her. All to no avail. 

“You know Jarvis just tells me where you’re hiding right?” She said conversationally after she opened the janitors closet he was standing stock still in. Bucky gives her a dirty look. “It’s true he’s always watching.” She wiggles her fingers like it should scare him. 

“And?” He rumbled irritated. 

“And I’m his favorite human so he tells me where you’re avoiding me.” She shrugs.”Wanna eat?”  Bucky gives a heavy sigh, If anyone could charm a robot it would be this girl. 

And for the most part having the twenty something tag along isn’t terrible. Until it is. Like the time they’re at team dinner and it’s awkwardly silent and uncomfortable for everyone but Bruce, who’s reading, and Darcy who’s unflappable. 

“So you and Nat used to bang?” Bucky and a third of the other people at the table choke on their food. His eyes water and he coughs strongly, silver hand clenching until he regains the ability to breath. He gives her a wild look but apparently she’s done waiting for him. 

“Was it like sweethearts-going-steady-fifties-making-love? or like mad-hot- assassin-ass-slappin?” She asks Natalia. The team is chucking. Natalia arches a single brow a move that has most cowering with fear.

“Bit of both. He used to take her to the sock hop all the time” Barton deadpans around a mouthful of food. Sam and Steve are practically rolling at their end of the table. It makes Bucky a little uncomfortable Barton answers but Natalia nods.

“Ten out of Ten, would bang again” She says coolly.

Or the time when she signed him up to start for over 50s dating websites. Or the time she pointed out he couldn’t avoid Stark forever. But apparently he could because when she mentioned it at move night Stark had promptly exited the room. Bucky had been enjoying the fact they all avoided talking about the “civil war”. That Tony really really hated him and had only allowed him here as a gift to Steve. She only brought it up after they had gone to get a tune up on his arm and it had just been Bruce with some instructions from Tony. Apparently he wasn’t even persuaded by the tech in his arm. Harsh. This trend continued for the next several days, Tony pointedly leaving anytime Bucky and Darcy entered a room. So Bucky was left feeling like an intrusion and fervently wishing his personal beggar-weed would scram. 

“Will you stop following me?” He whirls around so suddenly that she collides with his chest. His hands grip her upper arms. He just wants to pout in peace and avoid everyone. Especially her and Stark. He gives her a good shake before he realizes he’s done it. “Leave. Me, Be,”  and then he runs away.

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He’s sitting in the lobby where it’s loud enough he doesn’t have to think. Doesn’t have to remember that he laid hands on the annoying girl. He laid hands on her, not a relapse, not a brainwashed assassin. Him, Bucky Barnes.  

“Guess Stark was right” He sighs and stands to go. where he hasn’t decided back upstairs to face Darcy and everyone who probably knew by now or out to.. to what?

“Don’t let him hear you say that” A soft voice teases and a coffee is pressed into his hand. It’s Pepper. and beside her Darcy. She gives him a weak smile and waves but doesn’t speak. Which is unheard of for her. “He’s damn near impossible as is” Pepper gives him a warm smile. Bucky struggles for what he hopes is a smile but something catches his eye over he shoulder. and that’s all the warning they get. 

Bucky shoves the two women to either side stepping forward so that the bullet meant for the CEO  slams into his chest. It’s on the right side between some ribs, a fatality for the woman it was meant for. He falls quickly to his knees pain and ringing in his ears. It’s been a while since he’s been shot and he doesn’t remember it hurting exactly like this last time. People are screaming and Pepper is kneeling above him pressing on his wound calling his name loudly. Darcy is standing above them taser in hand and Bucky would laugh if he could find the breath. That dame’s the real hero.

And he passes out.

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She’s got her feet propped up on his hospital bed flipping threw a magazine when he wakes up. He just watches her for a moment. The arm nearest him has dark purple bruises he knows are his fault. They look even worse against her pale skin. 

“Tony got you like an all new rib cage. Parts from Romania to match the original” She says without looking up. He struggles to laugh because she makes it sound like he’s a car. “He also did some whiz kid business on your arm while you were asleep to show his undying gratitude for saving his much better half.” She says and Bucky flexes his arm a little to find it does feel smoother. 

“That is not how it happened” A voice buzzes over the PA where Jarvis would normally be. It’s Stark. Bucky gives her a weak smile. 

“And he wants to know if it’s cool if he taps Steve, for America.” She adds. Bucky barks out a laugh and his ribs fucking burn. 

“THAT IS 100 PERCENT FALSE!!!” The billionaire says. “I don’t know how to evict people, but I will have Pepper find out, and you can consider yourself evicted!” He pouts. Darcy smirks and puts down her magazine. 

“I mean yea if your lady doesn’t mind and you can swing him, he’s all yours” Bucky lets his left arm shrug enjoying the finer points on the movement. Definitely an upgrade. “Thanks for being here” He adds to Darcy. 

“No sweat you can make it up to me by letting me bunk with you because I just got evicted by my evil slumlord landlord” She winks at him and Bucky relaxes. If she was upset she would have brought it up. Nothing goes unspoken with her.

SLUMLORD?!?!?!” 

Bucky’s ribs are never heal if he keeps laughing like this.

“Told you he’s always watching”

All I Want For Christmas Is You

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true oh
All I want for Christmas is you

Marinette looked at the small Christmas tree in her apartment and sighed. It had been a mistake moving out of her parents’ home just before the holidays. At least there she could be surrounded by loved ones. Instead it was her, Tikki, and her projects. When she first decided to move out it had seemed like the best plan. She was up all night, her parents were bakers and started their day early. Everyone was constantly trying to be quiet for the other and over time it just became tense. Moving out was really the best idea and where she was moving to better still.

That was until Alya got transferred to an office in Munich. Alya’s German wasn’t even that good! Yet her journalism skills had her working for the Associated Press, and they needed her skill and energy there. Nino had joined her less than a week after she’d moved and Marinette couldn’t have been happier for the couple.

That was still okay though. She had her boyfriend at least. Or well, her almost boyfriend. Oh who was she kidding! Her and Adrien were in this weird quasi-relationship thing that needed to be sorted out because they were partners, best friends, and had been tiptoeing on exactly what they wanted to do with their relationship!

She was Ladybug for goodness sakes! She needed to pull up her spotted panties and act like it! Marinette was all ready to get the ball rolling on the conversation of what ‘they’ were, but Adrien had pulled the rug out from under her by saying he was living the country for a while. It wasn’t a bad thing really. Adrien and his father were working on repairing their relationship and when Gabriel said he was going to be in Manila for the next several months to oversee the new line Adrien had volunteered to go with him. It was a good way for him to observe the business side of the fashion company, though of course he would be pulled in for some modeling as well. Adrien didn’t mind any of that though.

Still it was now December and Marinette was feeling a lot more lonesome that she had expected to feel.


I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need, and I
Don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don’t need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won’t make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day

Marinette was knitting on the couch, Tikki sitting in front of her in a cookie coma. On her laptop Christmas music was playing and the image of a fireplace was keeping her company. It was relaxing knitting, her design sketches forgotten for the moment. She had picked out a particular ball of blue yarn and knew who she would be making a hat for. It had been an age since the truth of Adrien’s first gift from her came to light, but she had never touched on the topic since. Now however as she missed the man with a smile that could light up a room, she felt the urge to make a companion to the scarf that likely needed to be retired.

Soft music, crackling fire, light snoring and the clicking of knitting needles. A peaceful scene for anyone that from the outside would observe it. It was not so peaceful inside Marinette’s mind. The conversation still needed to happen, and with him not being here all the worse case scenarios were playing out in her mind. She didn’t realize she was crying until Tikki’s drowsy voice came to her. “Are you alright Marinette?”

“Hu? Oh, oh yeah Tikki!” Marinette rubbed her face with the heel of her hand. “I’m just cold. I should put some stocking on.”

“Oh, okay,” Tikki said, not sounding convinced as Marinette carefully put her knitting to the side. “Maybe you should play a game,” the kwami suggested pointing to the game system.

In all honesty Marinette didn’t feel much like gaming, but it might be a good distraction. “Okay!”

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you

“I’m so glad things are going well there,” Marinette said with all the enthusiasm that she could muster.

“But,” Adrien asked, not missing a beat. That was the disadvantage of knowing each other so well.

Marinette gave a short laugh. “I just miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too Marinette,” he said earnestly over the phone.

I won’t ask for much this Christmas
I won’t even wish for snow, and I
I just wanna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe

“Marinette, thank you so much for helping us with the decorations,” Sabine said from the other side of front of the bakery.

Marinette turned her head, having just tapped the nail that put the mistletoe over the doorframe of the front entrance and grinned at her mother, then slowly stepped down. They had waited until the shop was closed for the evening to get all the garland and other decorations out from the storage. It was one of her favorite activities to do during the month. Tom and Sabine had been slowly pulling out the decorations, but today had been the big day for them to make the shop look as Christmasy as possible.

Pulling the ladder away she looked out the door. Tom had finished up putting greenery on the outside of the bakery. “Papa, it looks great out here!”

“Thank you sweetheart,” he said as he came inside, giving her a side hug in the process. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“I,” she paused and looked up as she saw small fluttering white lazily falling from the sky. “I probably should head home. It looks like it might actually stick tonight.”

“That it might. A shame. You could stay the night you know.” Her mother was nodding her agreement and Marinette was tempted.

In the end she shook her head and soon left her family home, for the first time that she could recall hating the snow falling.

I won’t make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won’t even stay awake
To hear those magic reindeer click

“Are you making a list Marinette?” Tikki asked, looking over her shoulder.

It was a list of sorts, but not a Christmas list. It was a pro and con list on telling Adrien how she felt. She knew something needed to happen, and she also knew her worries were exaggerated, but with only Tikki to confide in it was hard to think about any of this rationally. So she was making a list and any time she wrote something in the con list she’d go to a second page to write out why she thought it could happen and how likely it was. Because the things she wrote down would not happen with the Adrien she knew. They were by and large a product of her insecurities and imagination. Even if Adrien did not see eye to eye with her, he would never… ‘send a letter to every design house in Europe denouncing her’ or other crazy notions. The list would be burned later that night in the kitchen! Hopefully she would be done with the project before midnight.

Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Oh, Baby all I want for Christmas is you

Okay, she had been handling things pretty well, or so she thought, but tonight she went to bed early and cried herself to sleep. The whole day had been one reminder after another of those she was missing. A shirt she thought Alya would like in a store front, a street musician she would have loved to tell Nino about, and all too many things that just reminded her of Adrien. It was pathetic. In the end all she wanted was a hug! Tikki patted her cheek in consolation and that just made her feel more guilty because honestly Tikki was a delight to have around and honest to goodness one of her dearest friends, but she wasn’t human. But it was more than that she realized because even with her parents it just wasn’t the same. Though if she did go to the bakery wanting a hug she would have gotten it and she would have felt better, but she didn’t have the energy for that.

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air

The day had been bright and sunny, but slowly the sky had darken. Even still there were lights everywhere. This was Paris and one had to hunt for a dark corner in this city even at the best of times. During Christmas it was nearly impossible. The air was crisp and everywhere people were bustling about. As she passed her old neighborhood park she looked at the statue of her and her partner and smiled.

Around the statue were kids playing tag, or parents sitting nearby and watching, or older people bundled up enjoying the fresh air before it got to be truly night. The murmuring of voices and the laughter of children warmed her heart. This was what Ladybug and Chat Noir protected. This was what the holiday season was about. This was one of oh so many things that made her happy.

And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won’t you bring me
The one I really need
Won’t you please bring my baby to me quickly

Marinette leaned on her balcony looking out at the city. It was one of the things she couldn’t live without. What was Ladybug without a secure place to swing out from after all? It was impossible not to know it was nearly Christmas by now. Even if her own apartment wasn’t decorated all the sights, the sounds, even the smell of the city told her it was the holidays. In the distance she thought she could hear people singing.

Earlier in the day she had seen a horse and carriage for tourist to ride in. The carriage looked like a sleigh, with the wheels nearly covered and bells on the reigns. It had been the catalyst for her impulse to buy a single golden bell herself. At the moment in the cold of night, looking out at the sky she held it even as she looked up passed the rooftops to the sky, trying to find a star to wish upon. If only there was a way Adrien could come back home sooner.

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
This is all I’m asking for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door

It was cold and she knew it was unwise to stay out on the balcony all night. She turned to go back inside and was shutting the door when she heard a soft thump and the darkness she could see though the glass was blacker than Paris ever could be at night. With a gasp she pulled the door back open and there standing before her was Chat Noir.

“Adrien!” she cried out wrapping her around around his neck as she nearly tackled him. The cat themed super hero was ready for such a response and was steady enough on his feet to not stumble back at all, simply wrap his arms around her back. “When? Why? How?”

Adrien chuckled even as he detransformed. “It was my father’s idea,” he said to her, rubbing his cheek to the top of her head. “He suggested a few days ago I ought to come home. At first I thought he didn’t want to spend the holidays with me, but then…”

Marinette pulled back to look at him as he looked down at her. All of the sudden she felt nervous and scared and exhilarated. “Then…?”

Adrien smiled at her. “Then I realized he wanted me to have the best Christmas possible, with you!”

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you

The kwami’s were cuddled up together in the black and green stocking that was nailed to the wall near the Christmas tree. While the two humans were doing the same on the couch with a large blanket covering the both of them. Adrien was wearing his new stocking hat, and Marinette was now properly wearing the bell she had bought. On the laptop screen was an old Christmas movie there were not watching.

“Do you think anyone would understand?” Adrien asked in a groggy voice, a near whisper in her ear.

Marinette shook her head slightly. “No, but when has anyone really understood us? Our relationship is just that, ours.”

“Agreed, just we will have people asking questions.” Adrien was doing his best to stay awake Marinette could tell.

“I don’t know, we can try explaining it to the important people. Alya, Nino, our parents. As for the rest of the world…?” She shrugged.

“Just as long as you’re okay with people making assumptions,” Adrien said, obviously not pleased with that himself.

Marinette sat up a little bit and turned to look Adrien in the eyes. “I won’t be okay, but I also have better things to worry about. Let them think we’re a couple, in a way we are. If they want to believe we’re engaged or whatever so be it. You know, and I know what our relationship is now and that’s all that matters.”

All I want for Christmas is you, baby

“Partners in life, no matter how unconventional the world sees our relationship.”

“It might be queer.”

“It might be platonic.”

“But it’s our partnership.”

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That beautiful smile…

600 kudos yay!!!

So I reached 600 kudos today on my novel-length fic Gold Rush! :) :) :)

Thanks everyone for reading and leaving kudos and of course also for all the wonderful comments that I have received! Best feeling in the world to have people appreciate your work like this. :D

(And I had secretly been hoping to reach the number 600 before the year ended, so an extra YAY for that!)

People may mock the name Bughead

But at least it’s an established long time recognized ship name for Betty and Jughead (platonic or otherwise) since it was formed from the comics and not from the Riverdale TV show. 

Before the show, there’s hardly any pairing name coined for Betty/Archie, Betty/Veronica but there’s already a long established Betty/Jughead Bughead fanfic archive on ff.net since 2010. 

Bugheads: Jughead & Betty  // https://www.fanfiction.net/community/Bugheads-Jughead-Betty/87036/ 

Betty/Jughead ff.net search

Well, if some still havent’ warmed up to the name, we could also coin another name for the Betty/Jughead pairing, be it platonic or otherwise, and my suggestion is Blue & Gold. ;)

Some fanfiction.net recommendations that are really well written and my all time favorites: 

✎ Playlist Amour By: ElfPrincessKitty  ❧ Betty slowly begins to realize that there are only so many times one can have their heart broken before there are too many pieces to pick up alone. Jughead begins to understand that a constant supply of food isn’t the only thing he needs in his life.  //  This is one of my all time favorites, particularly of how they didn’t make the Betty/Jughead dynamic too OOC….and it’s the most realistic potential progression for how Betty and Jughead’s relationship might evolve….. it’s incomplete but it’s definitely a must read if you’re a fan of Bughead. It has 32 Chapters so it’s pretty satisfying read….albeit still incomplete.

✎ Of Peculiar Hats and Pretty Blondes  By: Drowning.Octopus  ❧ Jughead and Betty are best friends, but that’s just not enough for him. What happens between the two of them when Archie’s out of the picture? And what the hell does “best friends” mean, anyway? Complete. // Another great one with cute interpretation of how Betty/Jughead may interact with underlying feelings….Check it out

✎ We Can Be As Big As Dinosaurs By: Drowning.Octopus  ❧ Jughead has a secret and he’s never told anyone. Betty’s always been hung up on Archie, so when she tries to break ties with him, maybe it’ll be time for Jughead to finally spill his guts-among other things. Resumed! (6/5/14)    // A really funny bughead fic with great sassy banter….but beware the M rating. xD

Morbid Curiosity By: amaretto and cokeTrying to help salvage Betty’s feelings after Archie ditches her yet again, Jughead offers to escort her to the prom. But when push comes to shove, will the renowned womanhater keep his promise?

Next Time By: Naoko Asakura ❧ Jughead eats. Betty cooks. He remembers how much she means to him. She remembers that sometimes, the best things in life are right under your nose.

✎ Kisses That Taste Like Chocolates and Cherries By: The blackdash  ❧ “Kiss me,” she said to him and he was honestly caught off guard. He then wondered if Betty Cooper had become insane.  // This is a funny fluff piece that’s pretty entertaining to read on how it’s like to kiss Jughead.

✎ Crossroads By: Orangeade❧ How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man? Jughead x Betty - V.2 up! // This one is pretty intense…and how it’ll be like if the gang grew up and grew apart….but there’s always something underlying between B & J.

✎ At Last By: Gethsemane ❧ Juggie muses on a certain special someone from high school. A Jughead story. // An interesting take of Bughead in teenhood and adulthood. Check it out.

Dry Run By: Naoko Asakura ❧   (B/J) She drew a line and offered to let him cross it. dry run: noun (informal) - a practice event that is done to prepare for the actual event that will happen in the future.  // This is too cute.

Riverdale: Changes By: Lzsmith8❧   Riverdale is about to see some changes! Will Jughead Jones realizes that a certain blonde friend means more to him than keeping up his girl-hating image? Will Betty Cooper discover where her heart really lies?

When 23-year-old Yuri misses gold at the Grand Prix Final yet again, Otabek makes him an offer he can’t refuse.

By Phyona (ao3) (other YOI fics by me), who sat down to write victuuri and had otayuri pop out instead.


Yuri bursts into the locker room and grabs the first thing he sees, a folding chair, and launches it across the room.  It hits a wall of lockers with a satisfying crash. He pursues the feeling, snatching up everything in reach and chucking it indiscriminately.  He kicks a bench, smashes a flower vase, and slams a locker door shut over and over until the fight drains out of him.

“Redecorating?” says a familiar voice from behind him. Yuri’s shoulder’s sag.

“Get out of here, Otabek.  I don’t want to talk to you.”

Silence.

With a sigh, he turns.  He doesn’t want to yell at his best friend, but he will if it means being left alone to wallow in his failure.

He startles upon turning, Otabek having crossed the room to stand directly in front of him.  The man always did move like a cat, something that endeared him to Yuri more than he’d ever admit.

“I’m sorry, Yuri.”  It’s the wrong thing to say.  Yuri’s anger flares.

“Oh, you’re sorry?  Sorry for what?  Sorry that you just won gold, again? Sorry that I couldn’t even beat fucking J.J. this time?  Sorry that I’m 23 and probably have to retire soon, and I’ve only won one Grand Prix Final when I was fifteen, and I was supposed to be a goddamn prodigy?  Is that what you’re sorry for?”

Yuri’s panting. His face must be beet red.  Otabek just stares down at him with his usual calm, piercing gaze.

“I’m sorry that you’re unhappy.”

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New Anthology Fic! - The Rebel and the Royal

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SUPER SERIOUS ICE BOY!

Frowning even when someone throws you a compliment? Oh Camus, that’s so you.

Of course, the fandom would easily say- what’s the birthday boy without his sidekick, the Sassy Scorpion?

But haven’t you ever wondered how these two met? Or even more so, how they became the Gold Saints they are today?

Luckily for you, you don’t have to wonder any longer! 

Check out my latest fic in the anthology series for all the questions you’ve wanted answered about this unexpected duo! 


THE REBEL AND THE ROYAL

It had been years since two acquaintances, Camus and Milo, had seen each other in the Sanctuary. Finally meeting in Siberia, the two butt heads on everything- from their lexicon to the value of life, it would seem they have little common ground. Yet, they need each other more than they’re willing to admit.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Death, Crude Humor.

Click here to check it out on A03!

I’m also pleased to announce that I am now HALFWAY THROUGH THE SERIES! Thank you all so much for your support and I look forward to giving you the second half of the series for your enjoyment!

What can you expect from this fic in particular? Well, a lot of things actually:

A lot of smugness

A fair hint of melodrama

Some shared laughs

Balanced with a couple of spats

If it sounds like something you’d like to read about, please check out the fic and let me know your thoughts!

And while you’re at it, feel free to check out the other fics in my Anthology Series if you’d like to know more about how the Gold Saints came to be!

Mu and Alebaran - The Horn and the Hammer


Capricorn Shura - The Blessed


Virgo Shaka - The Listener


Cancer Deathmask - The Patient

As always, thank you so much to the team at Overactive Imagination for helping me with this fic! 

If you do read the fic, please let me know your thoughts and give it a like/kudos, and reblog to spread the word!

Evaluation (tag to The Gold Job)

Note: Sorry followers who are here for sterek, this is Leverage fanfiction! (Don’t worry, we will be back to your usually scheduled programming later tonight with more of It’s Insanity, but…)

Evaluation:

 For the record, Hardison is not snooping through Elliot’s things.

 He’s not. He’s learned his lesson with the whole sandwich fiasco of a few months ago. Well, he’s learned that if you want to eat some of Elliot’s food, you really have to plan on doing it when you can frame Nate for the transgression and you have to accept that Elliot will probably see right through that plan and be angry with you for at least three days afterwards.

 (Or less. Last time, Hardison had weaseled back into Elliot’s good graces in only two days. He’d just had to spent twelve hours putting Elliot in another Japanese style commercial.)

 So, back to the moment at hand, he is not snooping. He is merely going through Elliot’s bookshelf because they had somehow ended up in some strange challenge as to who can cook the best pesto and if Hardison were to find Elliot’s recipe, then he could conceivably wind up on top.

 And by recipe, Hardison means grocery list. Because Elliot is much too smart to leave the recipe lying around but one of his strange, provincial qualities is his love of shopping lists (especially when food is involved).

 That’s right- a man who can make a mental map of distance travelled when he is blindfolded in the back of a car still uses grocery lists. It’s adora-

 Funny. Hardison shakes his head for a second. Elliot would beat his ass if he knew there was any part of Hardison that had started describing him with words like “adorable” or “cute.”

 Hardison doesn’t really know why he keeps doing that in his head anyway.

 The point is that Hardison is positive he saw Elliot scribble down a list a few moments after their bet and if he could just find it…

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Will you take care of me?

day 15: secret dating

(cutting because ONCE AGAIN this is nearly 700 words alksdjafk)

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Hope

Pairing: FilixReader

Length: 2,266 words

Based on: “Imagine cuddling with Fili  by the campfire with your head on his chest, listening to his heart.” and “Imagine being held captive by orcs and Fili coming to your rescue.” from imaginexhobbit

A/N: Third part to “In Sickness” and “A Promise”. Also on AO3.

     You had not meant for this to happen, not at all. Then again, it was not as if anything had been going to plan as of late. Had things gone the way you had intended, you would be laying beside your beloved, cradled in his arms as the two of you whispered sweet jokes in each others’ ear, giggling until his brother might burst in, bearing urgent news which would soon prove none too urgent. Not rotting away in some orc’s horde, trapped in a crudely barred cave, stripped of all weapons.

    It was hard to admit, but for a time, you had considered surrendering to death, fully and truly giving in. After all, what was left? You had banished yourself from Erebor, your One apparently gone past your reach, descended into the same madness which had taken his Uncle only shortly before. Dale, too, was not home - Bard had been kind enough, more than he needed to be, and his children had taken to you as well, but the proximity to the Dwarven kingdom proved a constant reminder, particularly during certain diplomatic exchanges. Your king would pass through, both of you awkwardly hiding your eyes from the other. Leaving had been your only choice, honestly.

    Taking to travelling again, consenting to an adventurous instinct once more, you had wandered. At least, until a random night of ambush which found you awakening in a cell. The immediate confusion passing, and acceptance settling in, you began to hope for some miracle, as if calling out in your mind might somehow bring about a solution. However, such feeble attempts lasted not long. Survival kicked in somehow, and your abundant free time found you considering the possibilities.

    This was of no elven quality, after all - the bars might break if given the proper tools, something denied to you. Or, perhaps causing enough ruckus to attract attention, bring one beast close enough to land a hard hit at its face through the bars, search it in hopes of a key. Except that you had already tried that twice, and without luck; you perhaps had only one more chance before your sentries wisened up. The walls and floors, too, you had searched for the possibility of finding anything of even marginal usefulness.

    No such luck.

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Send Me the Moon: Part 2

Here is part two. Please remember this is based off Nalini Singh’s books, so some of the concepts are borrowed.

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“You’re drunk.”

Klaus cracked open an eye. From the muted colors and the unfamiliar mattress beneath his back, he figured he was still in the infirmary. Wincing a little at the sight of Rebekah and Enzo, he forced the other eye open.

“Not anymore,” Klaus muttered before sitting up and rubbing his forehead. “What time is it?”

“Why are you drunk?” Rebekah asked in disbelief. “You’re never drunk. Does Kol know about this?”

Enzo made an amused noise and bumped his mate with his hip. “Sweetness, that’s the expression of a man who’s hungover. Why don’t you go fetch our fearless leader some breakfast and I’ll wrangle details?”

Rebekah narrowed her eyes and scowled. “Why am I getting the food?”

“Because there are some things a man just doesn’t tell his sister,” Enzo replied in amusement. “And we both know you want answers, so why not let me get them?”

Pursing her lips, Rebekah finally sighed and poked his jaw with her finger. “Don’t screw it up or take one of those stupid male code promises.”

Enzo kissed her finger and grinned. “No promises, better hurry. We’ve got half an hour to make him presentable.”

“Fine, but I’m bringing Henrik with me. I’ve already had to deal with him pouting once this morning, do not make me do it again.” Rebekah warned before striding out of the room.

“Henrik missed you,” Enzo said before arching a brow. “Who is she?”

“Making an assumption there, Enzo.” Klaus growled as he glanced for the bottles from the night before. Since he didn’t see any, either Kol had come by after he’d finally passed out, or Enzo had made a sweep.

“A man only gets pissed like this over a woman,” Enzo said cheerfully. “Since you peeled my sloshed arse off the floor around the time I realized I wanted your sister, fair is fair.”

Remembering that particular occasion, Klaus sighed. As the pack Hunter, Enzo was careful with his attachments and painfully loyal. Finding himself attracted and then firmly pulled into the mating dance had been a shock. More importantly, they’d been friends long before he joined Klaus’ makeshift family.

Klaus rubbed his eyes, “Caroline.”

Both of Enzo’s brows flew up. “The little maternal who we rescued from the Psy cages?”

Head and body aching, his temper flared to life. They’d killed the Psy involved, and none of those who’d been performing the experiments had been teleporters; another sign that the small facility had been rogue. If they’d been funded by the Council, they’d have managed a way to get the information out.

The idea, knowing what Caroline had gone through left claws digging into his skin, his wolf a rough bristle of fur and bared fangs. It didn’t matter that he’d only laid eyes on her once, that he hadn’t known she was there.

Caroline been a kick to the gut.

Tired, impatient to find a bed, but knowing that Kol was right about checking in on her, he’d waited for the door to open. He hadn’t expected rumpled curls and snapping eyes, that lovely face that was still a too thin. Hadn’t realized that his wolf would push so hard against his skin, with sudden, unmistakable need clawing at his gut. Every part of him had reacted with the unmistakable knowledge that she was his.

Those big, blue eyes had widened - paler streaks of wolf-blue turning them wild just before she’d slammed the door in his face. The only thing that kept him from ripping that door open had been that gut-twisting flash of fear.

Which was why he’d returned to the infirmary and raided Kol’s stash. He couldn’t shake that look. Falling down drunk, he’d shut his eyes and still been haunted by it.

“She’s mine.”

Enzo nodded. “Okay.”

Klaus looked at him. “That’s it?”

Enzo clapped him on the back, smile rueful. “Good luck.”


Belle French is on the road, running away to begin a new life, far from the mundane life she was living. She had to get out, away from the stress of her overprotective father and the pressure of a dead end job at his flower shop. Being overworked, under appreciated, and feeling alone, has finally driven her out of his life.

She has no real destination, willing to go where the road takes her, proud to be on her own and live the life she wants. She’s never felt this way about herself, alive and free, finally being able to take chances and do whatever she chooses.

Belle’s been on the road for days, making stops every few hours at rest stops and gas stations, quickly coming aware that living on the road is rough.

As she searches for a proper place to rest her head, day gives way to night and Belle is starting to fall asleep at the wheel. Failing to find a place to go, exhausted and fearful that she may crash her car, Belle makes the decision to pull over to the side of the road and sleep for the night.

Night breaks away to welcomes the morning sun, and suddenly there’s a knock on the window of Belle’s car. She swiftly awakes and wipes the drool from her lip, spotting a Sheriff peering through the glass.

The Sheriff is a tall, green eyed, blond, with the name Swan etched on her badge.

Belle rolls down the car window and greets the officer. “Umm, hello, Sheriff.” She rubs her eyes and shields them from the bright sun.

“You didn’t sleep here all night, did you?” Sheriff Swan inquires, peeking further into the yellow bug.

“Yes, Ma'am, I did. I drove for hours last night and couldn’t find a place to stop.“

“Well, it’s very dangerous for you to be out here alone, sleeping on the side of the road is not a smart thing to do. May I see your license, miss?” Sheriff Swan holds out her hand.

“I’m sorry… Sheriff Swan?” She reads the name tag. “But did I break any law?” Belle is a bit defensive.

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