Since most show watchers at this point seem to think Littlefinger was the one to order the assasination on Bran in season one with the Valyrian steel dagger, and the show seems to be framing it that way as well (and the books are incredibly subtle about the true story behind it anyway to the point where it goes over even book readers heads) I want to try and clear it up.
So Catelyn goes to Kings Landing to find the truth behind her sons attempted assassination. She brings the dagger and shows it to Petyr and Vary’s. Petyr reveals it is his.
“I would have told you that there was only one knife like this at King’s Landing.” He grasped the blade between thumb and forefinger, drew it back over his shoulder, and threw it across the room with a practiced flick of his wrist. It struck the door and buried itself deep in the oak, quivering. “It’s mine.” “Yours?” It made no sense. Petyr had not been at Winterfell. “Until the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day,” he said, crossing the room to wrench the dagger from the wood. “I backed Ser Jaime in the jousting, along with half the court.” Petyr’s sheepish grin made him look half a boy again. “When Loras Tyrell unhorsed him, many of us became a trifle poorer. Ser Jaime lost a hundred golden dragons, the queen lost an emerald pendant, and I lost my knife.”
He claims he lost the dagger to Tyrion Lannister in a tourney bet. This is a Lie he tells in order to further the conflict between the Starks and the Lannisters. Tyrion is later confronted by Catelyn and knows nothing about it.
"Tyrion felt the heat rise in him. "It was not my dagger,” he insisted. “How many times must I swear to that? Lady Stark, whatever you may believe of me, I am not a stupid man. Only a fool would arm a common footpad with his own blade.”
Once Catelyn doubts that Tyrion was behind it, she later confronts Jamie about the dagger, accusing him.
“And when he did not, you knew your danger was worse than ever, so you gave your catspaw a bag of silver to make certain Bran would never wake.”“Did I now?” Jaime lifted his cup and took a long swallow. “I won’t deny we talked of it, but you were with the boy day and night, your maester and Lord Eddard attended him frequently, and there were guards, even those damned direwolves … it would have required cutting my way through half of Winterfell. And why bother, when the boy seemed like to die of his own accord?”
He denies it too. He claims evidence in the fact that Tyrion always backed him in the tourneys. Tyrion couldn’t have gained anything that day, since Jaime lost against Loras. Its then that he has the revelation that he did recognise the dagger. it was Roberts.
Tyrion always backed me in the lists,“ Jaime said, "but that day Ser Loras unhorsed me. A mischance, I took the boy too lightly, but no matter. Whatever my brother wagered, he lost … but that dagger did change hands, I recall it now. Robert showed it to me that night at the feast. His Grace loved to salt my wounds, especially when drunk. And when was he not drunk?”
So it’s been revealed it was in Roberts possession just BEFORE the begginning of the story. Robert would have taken it with him to Winterfell. This is when it falls into place what has happened, and Tyrion understands. It was Joffrey who sent the catspaw to kill Bran. He overhears Robert mention it would be a mercy for Bran to die after Bran is crippled from his fall. Joffrey wanted to gain favour with his distant ‘father’ by sending the assassin. This is confirmed in this quote.
The prince’s own dagger had a jeweled pommel and inlaid goldwork on the blade, Tyrion seemed to recall. At least Joff had not been stupid enough to use that. Instead he went poking among his father’s weapons. Robert Baratheon was a man of careless generosity, and would have given his son any dagger he wanted … but Tyrion guessed that the boy had just taken it. Robert had come to Winterfell with a long tail of knights and retainers, a huge wheelhouse, and a baggage train. No doubt some diligent servant had made certain that the king’s weapons went with him, in case he should desire any of them.
And in this exchange between Tyrion and Jaime.
"Joffrey would have been a worse king than Aerys ever was. He stole his father’s dagger and gave it to a footpad to slit the throat of Brandon Stark, did you know that?“"I … I thought he might have.”
SO THERE WE GO.
The only questions we have to Littlefingers involvement was wether he ever owned the dagger to start with, and made the lie involving any bet up entirely, OR there was a bet, but it was between himself and Robert perhaps. Either way, its been confirmed that the dagger WAS in Roberts possession in Winterfell, and JOFFREY was the one with the grand idea to try and have Bran murdered with it.
Summary: Theo and (Y/N) have hated each other since the beginning of time and it doesn’t help that he’s with the pack now. Scott and Stiles’ have a bright idea to lock the two in a room together until they make up, but they never expected things to get so heated.
Pairing: Theo x Reader
Word Count: About 2.1K
Warning: Handcuffs, orgasm denial, smut
A/N: Let’s all pretend Theo helped them defeat the Dread Doctors.
Credit to the creator of the gif!
“That’s enough!”, Scott yelled, “You two have been going at it for weeks and it’s starting to get annoying”
“It’s just starting?”, Stiles let out
Scott glared at his best friend before he could continue to chastise Theo and I. Ever since he tried to have Scott killed, I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury him. In the end, he did help us defeat the Dread Doctors, but that didn’t mean I’d just start trusting him.
“She started all of this. It’s not my fault!”, Theo yelled back
“Just like it wasn’t your fault Scott died!?”, I countered
“How many times do I have to apologize? I’m so-”
“Your apologies don’t mean shi-”
“Enough!”, Scott yelled again, his eyes beginning to glow. I knew better then to start yelling again, but this argument was far from over. No one should trust Theo.
“(Y/N) I know this is difficult for you to accept, but he’s a part of our pack now. And Theo, you need to give it time. I’m aware that you two have a history, but somehow you’ll work through it”, Scott reasoned
“That’s not even the reason why!”
“How about some time alone?”, Stiles suggested
Theo groaned, then shook his head, “No, not a good idea”
“You’re right! It’s a great idea”, Scott grins, “Meet me in my room”
I grimaced as Theo smiled politely and led the way. Once we reached his room, Theo plopped down on the bed and made himself at home.
“What?”, he sighed when I glared in his direction
Before I could tear him a new one, Scott and Stiles entered the bedroom with a familiar sac in Stiles’ hand.
“We’ve decided to go on the mission without you”, Scott finally says
“What?”, we yelled in unison
“We don’t need this many people for it anyway. Stiles and I can handle this”
“What if you need backup?”, Theo fired back
“We have a hellhound, banshee, and two betas. In case you forgot”, Stiles replied
“What makes you think we’ll stay put?”, I nearly yelled as Stiles walked closer to the door
He faced my direction as a giant grin spread across his face. Scott quickly grabbed my right wrist and handcuffed it to his headboard, then moved out the door. I frantically pulled my wrist to and fro trying to get out of it.
“Whoa, calm down sweetheart. You might hurt yourself”, Theo said trying to get me to relax, “You know handcuffs won’t work on me. So I might as well leave”
As he began to stand, Stiles dumped the contents of the sac in a line front of the door.
“I doubt you will be anytime soon”, Stiles replied, “Try not to break anything kids”
“Scott be reasonable!”
“I am being reasonable! We’re a team and we need to stick together. Whatever is going on between the two of you you need to work through it. We shouldn’t be gone too long. Don’t destroy my room either”, he said as he shut the door and left the house, effectively trapping Theo and I inside
“Sooooo…:”, I let out to break the silence
“Don’t”, he quickly said, “No small talk”
“Oh so I take it you’re in charge now?”
“Someone should be”, he mumbles
“Aww is someone still mad they aren’t the alpha?”, I smirked as Theo got off the bed to put some distance between us
“Will you quit bringing that up!?”, he shouted
“Why would I do that? You came along and pulled our pack apart piece by piece. Scott died, Lydia was stuck in Eichen House, you blackmailed Stiles-”
Theo stood near the bed with his hands balled into fists, the rise and fall of his chest slightly increasing.
“And you took Hayden from Liam. All because you crave power! Was it really worth it Theo?”
“Be. Quiet”, he sneered
“It must have been worth while since you still ended up on the side of the good guys. Even though it doesn’t wipe away all the bad you’ve done”, I finished
Theo began to tremble as if he was going to break down right in front of me. His eyes flashed yellow and blood dripped from his clenched fist. I’m sure it hurts, but I really don’t care enough to say anything.
“You’re never going to trust me are you?”, he asked quietly
“Not in this lifetime”, I replied, “If you get these cuffs off me, I can break the seal and we’ll never speak of this again”
“No”, he was pacing back and forth, “We’re going to get through this like he said. I know this will take a while, but that’s a risk I’ll have to take”
He was either crazy or cared too much about what happened between us.
“You’re still angry”, he continued, “I know it’s my fault that you’re hurting. Believe me I want to make it up to you, if you’ll let me”
This was a side of Theo I didn’t get to see often. He felt bad for being an ass and wanted to be forgiven.
“No”, I said hesitantly, “You’ve said that before and it didn’t end so well”
He lowered his head and let out a frustrated groan.
“I didn’t know they would take you. If I had known I would have left a while ago”, he said softly
“The only reason you decided to help our pack was because they took me. What if they didn’t? Would you still have helped or let us suffer? You make terrible decisions and I’m always going to be the one to pay for them”
“The Dread Doctors used you to get to me. They thought if they got you out the way, I would be compliant, but it only made things worse. The thought of them harming you drove me crazy and I knew it was all my fault. I stopped at nothing to make sure you would be safe”
He hesitantly moved closer to me and sat on the bed.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you (Y/N). I thought I was doing the right thing until you were kidnapped. Out of all the crap that has been going on you’re the only thing that makes sense and I can’t lose you. That’s why I stayed”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Honestly, you shouldn’t. You have no reason to, but I want to work on us. Find a way to right my wrongs with everyone and that starts with you sweetheart”
He’s never been this forward with me. It was a start and I did miss spending time with him. The late nights. The kissing. God the kissing. It drives me crazy just thinking about it. He leaned forward, his face inches from mine. He was lingering in front of me, eyeing my lips down to my neck and chest. His hands ran slowly up my arms up to my wrists. They ran across the handcuffs, but he didn’t take them off. Confusion spread across my face as he smiled.
Theo moved so he was sitting between my legs and unbuttoned my shirt. As he got closer, he ran the tip of his nose along my neck, I let out a moan. He kissed up my neck as his hand trailed down sliding into my leggings. I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping my mouth. The tip of his finger brushed across my clit and I pulled against the restraints. He smirked as he saw my reaction and began moving his finger in slow circles, but soon picked up the pace. My back arched from against the headboard. He positioned two fingers at my entrance and slowly pushed them in.
“(Y/N) you’re soaked”, he groaned as he finally started to pull out, then push them back in. His fingers went in farther until he found my spot. My legs shook uncontrollably as he continued to rub his fingers against it. Theo kissed me to silence my screams, but soon moved away to watch my reaction. I was getting closer and closer to the edge when he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.
“Theo please”, I groaned
“Not yet sweetheart”, he smirked as he pulled off my leggings and threw my panties aside
He lowered himself between my legs and softly bit the insides of my thighs. He moved at a painstakingly slow pace as he teased me. Finally, he leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his tongue in circles on my clit. I wanted to keep myself from screaming too loud as I pulled the restraints once again.
“Theo”, I moaned as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked gently
His hand yanked my bra down and he rolled my nipple between my fingers. My core began to throb as my moans got louder, then he pulled away with a grin.
“You can’t get too loud, you might wake the neighbors”, he winked
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine once again. He pulled away and his pants and boxers were on the floor. He stroked himself as he stared into my eyes.
“I should have asked you before. Are you okay with this?”, he asked hesitantly
“Yes”, I gasped, “I want this. I want you”
“Thank God because this would have turned out so awkward”, he laughed
His laugh was infectious and I felt myself smiling at him once again.
He leaned over me once more, positioning himself between my legs. Theo pushed himself inside halfway and began to shake. He groaned at the feeling of me being wrapped around him before pushing himself in completely. It didn’t take long to adjust to his length.
He pulled back, then slowly pushed himself in again. His lips met mine once again. Everything he needed to say was in the kiss. The last thing I expected was to have Theo between my legs this evening.
My legs began to tremble. He may have been taking his time, but I could feel my release slowly building up. Just when I thought I reach an orgasm again, he pulled away.
“Are you trying to kill me?”, I gasped
When grinned at me I knew I was in trouble. He lifted one of my legs up, then slammed into me. I barely had enough time to adjust, let alone get a word out. As he continued his pace, I was far from able to form a coherent sentence.
He moved his hand to get a hold of my waist at an angle. As he began to hit my spot again, I let out another moan, barely able to control myself. By now I was screaming his name.
Theo leaned down to kiss my neck when I heard him growling softly in my ear. He couldn’t control himself either. I pushed my hips up to meet his pace and he growled even louder.
“(Y/N) I’m so close”, he groaned
The look on my face told it all. With my movements matching his torturous pace and his lips on my neck, I was pushed over the edge and Theo quickly followed suit. He collapsed on top of me trying to catch his breath.
Soon the cuffs were broken and we scrambled to put our clothes on once we heard the front door open. Theo and I smiled as we raced to put Scott’s bed back together. As soon as we finished, the door pushed open.
“We’re back”, Stiles called as he broke the seal
Scott hesitantly stepped into his room and looked around, “You took her cuffs off”
“Yeah. They weren’t needed…after a while”, Theo said, a knowing grin spreading across his room
Scott paused again, then breathed in. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on the both of us holding hands.
“Did you two…in my bed!?”
Stiles doubled over in laughter, “I never saw that coming”
“Scott, I never planned on this happening, but one thing led to another and…”, Theo stated
“Look in the bright side. We get along now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”, I said grinning from ear to ear
Scott opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he glared at the both of us.
“Babe”, Theo said as he squeezed my hand, “We should run”
With that being said he pulled me out of Scott’s room and run like hell with Scott chasing right behind us.
i think social media (aka instagram) has made things worse for girls. my ex boyfriend used to always be looking at models on it, or showing me photos of other girls, and its like…. the expectations are SO DAMN HIGH for girls because we have these wholly unrealistic ideals shoved at us in all directions - tiny waist, perfect teeth, long hair, big boobs, etc. and i feel like guys suddenly hold more girls to this expectation and its like? um? there is nothing like that for guys. honestly, i’d just be impressed if a guy held a door open for me. but suddenly now us girls have to all be looking like instagram models, because thats what they see. fuck instagram and fuck unrealistic expectations
Requests are open? Yay! Could we get one where reader has real feathery
wings and her and Sam get into a argument about whose wings are better?
Meanwhile Clint is freaking out that the Bird Squad is arguing (him,
y/n, and Sam) and the rest of the team gets dragged into the argument.
Sam has created a chatroom: Birds Assemble
Sam has added Y/N, Clint.
Clint: Caw caw?
You: Caw, caw caw?
Sam: Omg guys stop.
Clint: You did name the chat “Birds Assemble.”
You: You have no one else but yourself to blame.
Clint: Why are we assembling?
Sam: I need you to finally decide who has the best wings.
You: Clint doesn’t need to decide because he knows my wings are the best. RIGHT, CLINT?
Clint: Let’s not argue. You both have beautiful wings.
Sam: Majestic wings, equally majestic booty.
Clint: Did you have a photoshoot just for your wings?
Sam: Here’s Y/N, and her wings. I think this speaks for itself. Spotted next to her is Clint. Too afraid to agree with me.
You: BECKY MEANS WELL, DON’T BRING HER INTO THIS.
You: Your wings are basically a glorified jetpack.
Sam: Excuse me, BECKY?
You: IT’S A JETPACK, SAM, WITH RETRACTABLE WINGS.
Clint: C'mon, man, leave Y/N alone. And Y/N, don’t you know you shouldn’t call his wings a jetpack!
You: Yeah, leave my MORE MAJESTIC WINGS ALONE. I won’t listen to HIS LIES.
Sam: Talking LIKE THIS won’t help your DENIAL about MY WINGS.
You: It’s for EMPHASIS. I have ACTUAL wings. With feathers! Not some metal contraption!
Sam: Look at how
SLEEK and ELEGANT mine are. One gust of wind and all your feathers are
ruffled. Not to mention you’re always dropping a few around the base.
i was talking to a friend about skyward sword and he asked me “you know the grooses in sky keep that walk around on the walls and stuff?” to which I replied “what the FUCK are you talking about” then he tried to clarify by saying “the birds with human heads” and i realized he meant the oocca in the city in the sky from twilight princess but it gave me an idea and now im the proud creator of this monstrosity
I used to make weapons for a living. I sold things that killed people. All I do is think about the lives I’ve destroyed. The only thing that used to give me a break from it was alcohol. But that only made things worse. You know what I learned, though, from all that drinking? That it’s real easy to blame everyone else for what’s gone wrong with your life. That’s what I used to do, until the day I finally woke up and realized… Buddy, you brought this on yourself. - Quote from Iron Man Special, Vol. 1, #1.
“So now you are giving me the silent treatment? Real mature, Summers.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You stared at Alex. His back was turned to you while he was looking down at the party that was happening below you. He had taken the tux jacket off and loosened some of his buttons from his shirt. His hands were gripping the railings, allowing you a less than generous view of his toned arms. You huffed, knowing that you weren’t going to get much out of him.
“When your’e ready to stop acting like a three year old, then come and talk to me.” You grabbed your dress, lifting it up slightly so you can see your heels. You walked down the stairs of the Xavier mansion, getting ready to go back down the the formal welcome party that Charles was throwing for the parents of the new students. It was to help raise money to get more and better things for the students (and partially so people can see that they shouldn’t be afraid of mutants). Once you reached the bottom, you let go of your dress, turning to give Alex one last glance. You looked up and saw him glaring down at your through your lashes. You shook your head, rolling your eyes and walking away from him. You spotted Hank, smiling at him. He gave a small wave to you.
“Still haven’t found Alex?” He asked, knowing that you left in the first place to go search for the stubborn man.
“No, I found him. He won’t talk to me though.” You grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray that was walking by.
“He’s probably jealous.” Hank stated, drinking his own glass. You rolled your eyes for the second time that night.
“Yeah right. He’s the one who hasn’t stopped talking to the trophy wives. He knows he’s flirting with them and I know he tries extra hard when I’m looking. It makes me so mad because I can’t lash out when he casually “talks” to girls but he can go out and throw a fit because one guy even looks at me the wrong way.”
“Y/N, I don’t think that he’s mad because you talked to that one guy. I think he’s mad because you haven’t really been paying that much attention to him lately. You’ve kind of been running off with Ben and Elliot and had to cancel more that a few times on him.” Hank informed. You turned to look at Hank.
“You’re kidding right?” You said louder than you should have. A few heads turned in your direction. You apologized to them, before looking back at Hank.
“I haven’t been running off with anyone. Elliot and Ben have complicated mutations and considering that mine is complicated they have come to me for advice. I help them train a few times a week and sometimes we just hang out and talk. Since when was it such an issue for girls to be friends with guys?”
Hank shrugged. “I don’t know. But you know how Alex can get when he interprets things the wrong way.” He took a drink from his own glass of champagne.
“Why does it even matter to him? He’s been very obvious in reminding me that we are JUST friends.” You sighed.
“I think you should go talk to him. Regardless of the way he’s acting.” “I’ll go talk to him but I’m pretty sure that he won’t talk to me.” You said goodbye to Hank before leaving to go upstairs towards Alex’s room.
You knocked on his door, switching your weight from heel to heel to relieve your feet from the slight pain that the heels caused. You heard footsteps on the other side of the door before seeing the door swing open. Alex was standing there, brushing his teeth. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned down, allowing you a nice view of his chest. You let your eyes linger on his chest before moving back up towards his face.
“What?” He asked, sounding annoyed that you interrupted him.
“Wow, he talks.” You replied sarcastically. Alex rolled his eyes, moving his arm to close the door before you stopped him.
“No! Alex please just talk to me.” You pleaded, resisting his attempt to close the door with both your hands. Alex looked at you, moving away from the door to allow you in. You walked in, looking around his room. He was neater than you imagined him to be. There was a small pile of books stacked on his bedside table. Before you got a chance to read them, Alex called out to you. You turned to look at him, realizing that he didn’t have a shirt on now. You widened your eyes, letting out a gasp. You felt your face heat up before you turned your attention away from him.
“What’s wrong princess? Can’t handle the heat?” You heard him tease. You refrained from snapping at him. You took a deep breath. “Alex I just want to know why you have these sudden outbursts with me. We used to be so close and suddenly you give the silent treatment unless there is absolutely no way for you to avoid conversation with me. Then I stop bothering you for a while and hang out with other people and it just seems like I made things worse somehow. I don’t understand. What did I do?” You let out, turning to face him again. His eyebrows were furrowed, as he stood there deep in thought. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, as if he was debating what to say or how to word what he was going to say. You waited there eagerly, waiting to see what he would come up with. He kept walking towards you, causing you to step back a few steps. His pace increased, until he was pushing you up against the wall next the door of his bedroom. Your breath hitched, eyes alternating from looking at his eyes to down at his lips. His tongue came out and glazed over his bottom lip. His breaths were quiet, calm. Compared to yours, his were a calm sea, and yours were the incoming storm. Every time that you inhaled, your chest barely grazed his. Your heart beat a little faster knowing about the energy blasts that he produced from his core.
“I get…jealous.” He said after a few breaths. “I get jealous that Elliot and Ben have all this time with you. They spend all this time training with you and I know I have mentioned that we’re friends in the past but that was really just for me. I don’t think that I would stand a chance so I tell myself that I am happy with being friends. But I’m not.” Alex mumbles. His voice was slightly raspy from how late it was. His hot minty breath fanned over your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at his next exhale. Your heart was racing. You have dreamed about being this close to him. About being so close to his lips. You parted your lips, the room getting hotter from the close distance. You opened your eyes again, staring up at Alex. His blue eyes were peering into your own. His hands slowly made their way down to grab your hips, pinning them gently to the wall. You craned your neck up to crash your lips against his, moving your own arms up to grab Alex’s hair. You felt him groan against your lips, bringing your hips from the wall to be held against his own. He pushed you back into the wall as he deepend the kiss. There was little to no space between the two of you, but you didn’t care. You were finally getting some answers from Alex’s distance, only these answers are way better than you possibly could have imagines.
A/N: its not my best writing and I’m sorry but I love you amores xox
Nice to see y'all are enjoying these time traveling shenanigans just as much as I am! (・ω・)ノ
He was assigned to you in the beginning, as a councilor of sorts. That was something he would never mind doing; he enjoyed helping anyone who wanted it.
However, something about you seemed different than others he had worked with.
Yes, you were frazzled- an expected response- but you accepted him, trusted him, at a much faster rate than he was used to.
Either way, you quickly became one of his favorite students and closest friends. His team of two suddenly became a group of three, and he was left with a confusing feeling, striking him silent in the most peculiar moments.
“You called me master?” Genji peaks around the open door leading out to a close grassy cliff side, perfect for meditation.
“Yes, do you have time to speak with me?” Zenyatta sits there, petting a stray cat in his lap, under the shade of a large tree.
“I do.” He settles next to his master, cross legged as always. “May I ask about what?”
“Of course,” he rests his hand on the back of the purring cat, “I wish to speak of my emotions. They have become more and more confusing as time passes.”
Genji nods in agreement. “I understand. I will do my best to help you master.” He folds his hands in his lap. If he was being honest, he didn’t feel anywhere near qualified to assist him.
“I am glad.” He hums, “Now where to begin?” He taps his chin. “Perhaps the warmth in my chest.”
“Warmth? Are you sure it is emotion causing it?”
“Yes. I had a doctor check it.” He sets his hand on his chest plate, “I believe it is caused by my body overworking itself due to unknown circumstances. It is a feeling akin to a fierce battle; though, one is not occurring at the time.”
“And, when does it happen?”
“During the normalities of my daily routine.” He lowers his hand and glances at it, “There are times as well were I cannot think, or am forgetful. Though, it is not happening now.”
“That is interesting. You still have no idea what the cause is?”
“No.” He sighs. “Do you have any suggestions, my student?”
“I am not sure. Human and Omnic emotions sometimes differ,” he pauses, “however, if you were human, I would think that you were either sick, or had a crush.”
“A crush?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Yes, that would make sense.”
“It would? But, on who?” Though he tried to hide it, his extreme curiosity coated his words.
“Hmm. Perhaps [y/n].” He begins to pet the cat again, and it lets out a contempt chirp. “Yes, as I think about it, I believe it is correct.” He beams at Genji. “Thank you.”
“It is no problem.”
Good friends, to Genji, were hard to come by. Sure, he had many acquaintances, but not many people above that.
It took maybe a day of knowing each other to move into friendship. He was ecstatic, to say the least, to find someone so fond of his presence, and who would also laugh at his lame jokes (to which he told a lot).
“High five!” You boast, and he complies, following it up with a fist bump. Childish, he knew, but he was allowed to be such. “Haha! Nice.”
“No fair!” Lúcio fakes a huff. “I’m not used to going on three! I panicked!”
“Okay, my turn.” You place your fist in your palm, determination in your eyes, “Me and you, death match.”
“I will not lose to you again!” He readies his stance, Angela counts down, and you both release your weapons.
“Paper beats rock, Genji wins.” She announces.
Lúcio knowingly sets his hand on your shoulder as your head falls. “Looks like we got cleaning duty.” You groan loudly and he nods solemnly, “Me too.”
“It’s best to get started now.” Angela starts, shooing the two of you out. “The storage room needs a lot of work.”
“We know,” you sigh and turn to leave, “c'mon Lúcio.”
As soon as the door shuts behind you, Genji begins his speed walk out, only to be stopped by Mercy’s expecting hum.
“You weren’t expecting to leave without giving me an update, now were you?” His shoulders droop, knowing he’s already lost.
“No, of course not Doctor Ziegler.” Curse his polite nature! He knew she only wanted to gossip, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be rude enough to lie in order then leave.
She clasps her hands excitedly and smiles wide. “So, any new developments?”
“No, nothing has changed.” Her smile disappears slightly.
“Still nothing?” He nods and she frowns, “Genji, I thought Saturday was the day!”
“It was.” He crossed his arms, pausing his thought, carefully choosing his words. “Until I accidentally spilled juice on them.”
She was struck with silence. “I- and how did that happen?”
He places his head into his hand, “I was……….showing off…….”
“Genji,” he hears her scolding him, “we talked about this!”
“Yes, I recall.” He runs his hand down his faceplate, “I was nervous and not thinking. I did apologize, but that may have made things worse.”
“Is that why there was broken glass on the floor?”
She let out a short sigh, “You do tend to make a big fuss around them.” Steam leaks from his shoulders and he turns his head away. She shakes her head, tapping her foot against the floor. “Maybe it would be easier if you didn’t try so hard. I’m afraid, at this rate, you might end up really hurting someone.”
He shifts on his feet and nods slightly. “You are right. I should try to handle this less forcibly.”
“Do you want me to brain storm ideas with you?” She offers.
He perks up a small bit, “It would be most appreciated.”
It was no secret that you were immediately shy upon meeting the cowboy. But there was something else about you, something……..odd.
Maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it- yet he didn’t know what else it would be. So, his curiosity drove him to you. He needed to know what it was.
Now, believe it or not, Jesse was a smart man; and when feelings started to occur, he immediately started to distance himself, only to realize that he was in too deep.
For him, a fling was something he could handle. Real romance? Haha! No.
“Hey! Mr. Jesse, any chance I could talk with you?” Oh, it was that Lúcio kid. What could he want to talk about? They weren’t exactly friends; more like acquaintances.
“Sure, I guess?” He shoves his hand into his pocket, and uses the other one to scratch his beard. “‘Bout what, exactly?”
“[y/n]-” Why you? What about you would he want to talk about? Oh. Oh god! The jig is up, he knows; he’s gonna tell you! Abort, ABORT.
“You doin’ okay over there, buddy?” Lúcio sways slightly on his heels, “You’re getting a little pale.”
He coughs in his hand to rid himself of nerves. “Yeah, just dehydrated, I reckon.” His body feels a bit more clunky, “I didn’t quite catch what you said there before.”
Moment of truth. He knew this day was coming, but did he prepare for it? No.
“If you say so…” He wasn’t entirely convinced; it was written all over his eyes.
He distantly remember you telling him that Lúcio was incredible at reading people, and that wasn’t helping him calm down one bit.
“I was just asking what you thought I should get for their birthday?”
Well, doesn’t he just feel like an idiot.
“I’m sure whatever’s fine.” He wanted this conversation to end so that he could go to his room and scold himself for getting so worked up over nothing.
“Are you sure your okay? Nothing’s up?” There was a pause, not long enough for him to respond. “Is it about [y/n]?”
“It is!” He exclaims, pointing. Man, he was good at reading people.
“No, it’s not!” Jesse crosses his arm, glancing around the room. He’d rather not talk about this in a public place.
“I promise I won’t tell no body!” This boy was getting excited. He shuffles over to him and jokingly jabs his side with his elbow. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be my present to them, huh?”
“Now that’s just ridic-”
“Oh my god. I was just joking! I didn’t know that you actually liked them!” How much more excited could this kid get?
“Look, I don’t really want to talk about it.” He lifts his hat off his head, runs his fingers through his hair, and places it back on his head. “Not here, anyway.” He gestures to the open, and thankfully empty, lounge.
“Oh yeah, got it!” The Dj whispers at him with a wink. “I’m totally willing to help you out, dude!”
“I….. just might take you up on that offer.”
“Not if you keep shouting!”
I really like writing Lúcio……. Can you tell?
(I’m also really tired, so please excuse my mistakes ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ)