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hughjidiot · 3 years

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Long Live the King (Working Title) An Amphibia Fanfiction Sneak Peak

Hey guys, Hugh Jidiot here back with something... a little different. So not long after True Colors (god that feels like a lifetime ago) I came up for an idea for an AU fanfiction, with the point of divergence being that Anne’s final blow kills Andrias. So his threat is eliminated, but Anne is still understandably pissed off an Sasha and Marcy for, well, everything. Despite having the means to go home the three hold off while they work out their issues, with Anne stating she needs time away from Sasha and Marcy to think. Of course things get complicated when The Night, now with its main pawn dead, uses Anne’s link with the heart gem to reach out and form a connection with her, whispering in her ear and fueling her feelings of betrayal and fury...

It’ll still be a while before I actually write this story. Wanna see The Night in action in season three, learn what it is, what it’s plan is and how it works with possessed Marcy before I try writing possessed/corrupted Anne. But I do have this beginning section typed up, written shortly after I watched True Colors and wanted to let off a little steam. Figured I’d give my readers a taste of what’s to come, see what you all think of my little AU idea. TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD AND GORE

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“No, it can’t be…” King Andrias Leviathan said in what would be the final few minutes of his life.

The Ruler of Amphibia, Peacekeeper of A Thousand Years and First of His Name stared in shock as a glowing blue aura emanated from the heart gemstone of the Calamity Box, reaching out to envelop the human girl kneeling on the floor of the throne room. The cloud of energy wrapped itself around Anne Boonchuy, shimmering and flickering. Behind her, the Plantars Hopediah and Polly, rebellion leader Grime and his human collaborator Sasha Waybright watched with wide eyes and gaping mouths, equally stunned. Everyone was so engrossed that no one noticed Marcy Wu leap out of the window where Andrias had tossed Sprig Plantar just moments before, whistling for her trusty sparrow steed.

“She’s still connected to the stone!” Andrias said, more to himself than anything. “But that’s impossible!”

This wasn’t supposed to happen. The girls were supposed to have completely severed their connections to the Calamity Gems, undoing the prophecy and finally allowing Andrias to finish the work his ancestors began a millennia ago.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He was supposed to be in control!

“What’s going on?!” Hop Pop half-asked, half-yelled.

“I don’t know!” Grime replied, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the harsh azure light. “Maybe it’s a human thing!”

Anne’s hair began to glow a bright blue. The branches in her hair grew longer, leaves sprouting from the long-dead wood. Her hair writhed and danced like a campfire as she slowly stood up.

“This is not a human thing,” Sasha said quietly.

“Give him back,” Anne snarled, an echoing reverb to her voice. A single tear ran down her cheek as her raised hands clenched into fists. “Give… him… back!”

The last word came out as a furious scream. Anne’s eyes shone blue like searchlights as a wave of pure energy shot up from her body. Sensing a hostile target, two of Andrais’s frog robots raised their glowing arm cannons as Anne knelt back down and pushed up with both hands.

Anne launched herself into the air with blinding speed, the sheer force of the shockwave blasting the robots to bits before they even had a chance to fire.

Andrias blinked, staring at the empty space where Anne had been just milliseconds before. “Where’d she-”

His words were cut short as Anne flew back down in a blue blur, extended fist slamming into Andrias’ face with the force of a cannonball. Anne flew back, tears of rage streaming from glowing eyes. The king tasted blood and felt several of his teeth crack as he stumbled backwards, his crown flying off with such force that it embedded itself in the wall across the room.

Hop Pop, Polly, Grime and Sasha gasped.

Anne landed in a crouch on the floor as Andrias regained his footing. He glared down at her, murderous intent in his steely gaze.

I’m still in control, Andrias thought, unwavering.

This was just a minor setback. Easily fixed.

Snarling, he clasped his hands together over his head and brought them down onto Anne in a furious overhead blow, striking with enough force to shatter the stone floor. With a wicked smile Andrias opened his hands, expecting to find them covered in gore.

And finding nothing.

Andrias gasped, then noticed the orange and brown leaves drifting down from below. He looked up to see that blasted human girl crouching on the ceiling, glaring down at him with those piercing blue eyes as her glowing aura flared.

Anne launched herself downwards with a blue flash.

I’m still in control, Andrias thought, enraged.

He could still turn this around.

“Fire!” Andrias ordered his few remaining robots. The frog robots raised their arm cannons, unleashing a barrage of crimson energy bolts. Dozens of blasts were fired in a fraction of a second, called forth to kill.

Anne dodged each and every one, her body twisting in the air as she weaved around the deadly beams like wind through a forest. She let out a war cry as she spiraled downwards with a glowing blue fist.

At the last possible second Andrias raised his arm and activated his energy shield, a piece of Amphibian technology from a long-forgotten age that he kept hidden under his armor at all times. A glowing orange shield sprang forth, and Anne’s fist collided with it in an explosion of light and energy that forced Andrias to shut his eyes tight. The robots surrounding Andrias were blown to bits by the shockwave, the spectators struggling to stay on their feet.

Andrias felt a weight like a boulder bearing down on him. From his sleeve came a faint and rapid beeping, the metal and wires warm against his skin. Already the tech was being pushed to its absolute limit.

Andrias opened his eyes to see Anne glowering down at him, fist still pressed against his shield, her body at an angle as the force of her new powers propelled her downwards.

The weight increased, forcing Andrias to one knee as he braced his shield with his other arm. Anne’s aura crackled, beams of lightning arcing from her body that exploded against the throne room’s stone pillars. The beeping became faster, the device itself uncomfortably hot.

I’m in control, Andrias thought desperately.

He’d worked too hard, come too far, sacrificed too much to be stopped now.

Andrias let out a roar of pure rage, blood and spit spraying as he glared up at Anne.

Anne glared right back, pressing down even harder.

I’m in control!

The beeps blended together in one continuous drone. The shielding device burned like fire.

I’m in-

Anne opened her fist, sending down a shockwave.

Andrias’ shield exploded.

The beeps cut out as the emitter short-circuited.

The force of the blast knocked Andrias prone, the floor cratering beneath him.

He saw Anne rocketing down towards him, leaving a shimmering coattail behind her.

Fist cocked back.

Teeth bared in a snarl.

Glowing blue eyes filled with unfiltered fury.

Those were the last things Andrias Leviathan would ever see.

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Anne crashed down onto Andrias like a meteor from the heavens. The rumble of the impact echoed through the throne room, kicking up a cloud of debris. Sasha, Grime, Hop Pop and Polly quickly raised their arms to shield their faces from the dust, staggering from the force of the shockwave.

The chamber fell silent.

Slowly, one by one, the spectators lowered their arms as the dust settled.

The king of Amphibia lay surrounded by a jagged ring of shattered stone floor, his massive blue fingers twitching as blood pooled beneath him.

Anne slowly rose up from the ruined pile of pulp. Bright crimson was splattered across her heaving frame, dripping from her clenched and shaking fist, mixing with the tears that ran down her face.

“Give him back,” Anne repeated. Weariness filled her voice as she stumbled, the blue glow fading from her hair and eyes. “Give him… back…”

#amphibia #amphibia fanfiction #amphibia fanfic #true colors #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #hop pop plantar #polly plantar #sprig plantar #captain grime #king andrias

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straightlikewetspaghettiold · 3 years

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Bet, Prologue

Mainly Poppy x MC, Chloe x Veronica

Warnings: none beside slow burn and cheap humor (it could change in the future, there may be some errors)

Starring:

Bea ‘Gayville’ Hughes as the Dumb Jock

Poppy Min Sinclair as the Ice Queen

Veronica Lombardi as the Voice of Reason (mostly)

And Chloe St. James as the Precious Cinnamon Roll.

- Watch it Gayville! - Poppy yelled as her coffee was almost knocked out of her hands by Bea's clumsiness. - These clothes are worth more than you’ll ever be.

- Sorry, I didn't see 'ya there! - She yelled back, smiling cheekily.

- Impossible - Poppy chirped and tossed her perfect hair behind shoulder, with a devilish smirk painted on her face.

Bea's eyes trailed from head to toe, admiring, almost devouring Poppy's body. If you ignore their mutual hatred for each other, the sexual tension between them could be cut with a knife. The topic of Poppy's relationship with Bea was a taboo at Belvoire for everyone. Everyone except...

- Ugh it's so gross - Veronica sighed watching the two awkwardly flirt-fighting with each other.

She had been watching this charade from the very beginning, when Bea first ran into Poppy. Since that day, the two girls had acted idiotic in each other's company, hurling insults at each other, but everyone has known that if they have had the chance, they would have jumped into bed with each other.

- What are you doing in the bushes, Veronica?

Veronica's heart leaped in her throat, when she heard familiar voice. She instinctively grabbed Chloe and pulled her closer to her, covering her mouth with free hand. Her nose was immediately blessed with sweet floral scent and for a brief moment she forgot what she was doing.

- Be quiet, damn it! - Veronica whispered when she snapped out of it, still holding the other close, not bothering to free her anytime soon. Blonde's scent was too captivating and the sight of wide-eyed, vulnerable Chloe under her made her heart skip a beat.

But as she was starring at Chloe, drowning helplessly in her eyes, her body jerked awkwardly when she felt something wet on her hand.

- Dude! - she shoved blonde away, maniacally wiping her hand on the grass. - Did you just licked me?

Chloe, on the other hand, was calmly wiping her tongue in a handkerchief, avoiding ruining her perfect applied lipstick, like licking her friend was something she does on a daily basis. Veronica didn't even bother to ask nor she really even wanted to know.

- What are you doing here V? - Blonde cough awkwardly, trying to compose herself and hide her a little flushed face.

- Do you see that two dumbasses over there? - Veronica brought binoculars to Chloe's face, and pointed towards Poppy and Bea still arguing. - We already know that our queen has hots for Mrs. Farm-snack. And I - she pulled blonde closer in onesided hug - have a plan.

- Last time when you had a plan, we ended up in a detention... - Chloe started, anxiously playing with a loose strand of her hair.

- Details, details - Veronica waved her hand dismissively. - In my defense, that girl started it!

Chloe chuckled sweetly seeing her friend became serious. She patted the other's shoulder gently, holding her hand a little to long, but a little to short for her liking.

- Yeah V - she smiled even wider at the memories playing in her head - Besides she threw her dog at you first.

- I know, right? The audacity of that stupid bi... - she bit her tongue, to stop words from pouring out. She didn't mind swearing, but with Chloe, while she was looking at her with big, puppy eyes, she couldn't act like total jerk. - Anyway, here's the plan...

-*-

After a short phone call and some pleading, Veronica managed to persuade Poppy to meet her on the courtyard. The ice queen was walking towards them, intimidating like always. Chloe looked at Veronica, who winked at her and put her mask of typical disinterest on her face.

- I promise to kill that total clueless idiot one day - Poppy sat down on the bench with a thud. Her rage made Chloe feel like forgetting about the bet and hiding somewhere far, far away from her.

- I have a proposition for you - Veronica began, grabbing Chloe's hand under the table and gently drawing circles with her thumb to relax her.

Poppy's murderous face didn't impress Veronica, so she didn't look away from the blonde, who was hurling lightning bolts with her gaze, but she could feel Chloe was already halfway out of the table.

- Let's bet...

- Chloe gets me some water, chilled but not cold - she ordered, interrupting Veronica. When the other blonde was no longer in sight, Poppy leaned over and lowered her voice. - When there are no more children around. What do you want to bet on?

- That Hughes will fall in love with you within a month - She said and in one breath continued with the rest of the idea. - If you win, my vlogs will be only about you for a month, and if you lose - at this point, her voice betrayed a slight note of excitement - You give me your Lamborghini for month.

- It's not worth it - Poppy snorted ironically and crossed her arms over her chest. Her face showed irritation at the very sound of her enemy's name. - And it's pointless really, everybody loves me - she smiled brightly, but it never reaches her cold eyes.

- You're afraid you're going to lose - she drilled, knowing which strings to pull to make Poppy fall into the trap she had prepared for her.

- Excuse me? - Shocked and ofended by her friend's boldness statement, she didn't even know what to say for a moment, but she quickly recovered. - I'm Poppy Min Sinclair and no one, I mean no one, can resist me!

- Prove it.

Check...

- Maybe I'll prove it!

...mate.

Veronica's lips twisted into a huge, almost unnatural smile as they exchanged a handshake, knowing that blonde would lose the bet. There was no option they will fall in love within a month, and having sex doesn't define being in love. In her head she already had several ideas where to take Chloe, when she wins.

- Where's that stupid girl with my water - Poppy muttered under her breath as she stood up abruptly and started heading towards the entrance of the school building, completely ignoring the black-haired girl.

After waiting for a few moments to make sure Poppy couldn't hear her anymore, Veronica pulled out her phone and almost jumping from joy, dialed Chloe's number.

- Fish took the bait - Veronica said quietly when Poppy wasn't in the earshot anymore.

- What fish V? You didn't tell me we were going fishing, gross.

- What? - she asked dumbfounded. - Actually, nevermind. The eagle has landed.

- I'm not some kind of gynecologist, can you be more specific?

- Ornithologist Chlo... - Veronica sighed, rubbing her temple with the other hand. - Poppy agreed to the bet!

- Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Veronica was screaming internally at Chloe obliviousness, but she kept her most serious expression, even if the blonde couldn't see her.

- How did you manage to live so long on your own?

- By breathing maybe? Duh - Chloe answered proudly, making the other cringe even more.

- Why do I even bother...

#playchoices #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #poppy fic #bea hughes #veronica x chloe #veronica lombardi #chloe st james #choices #queen b #choices fic

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 3 years

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Thoughts on Taskmaster s04e04, written as I re-watch it:

- I love this prize task. There should be more “most [something] picture of yourself” prize tasks. It gives contestants the chance to go in so many different directions and can turn up really funny results.

- It was a great idea to have Joe go first on this one. The mundane image of someone in a hammock juxtaposed with the shock value of how fucked up the picture is just pulls you right into the episode. Whenever I watch this episode, I wonder whether someone took that picture of Joe to show him (and other people) how weird his back looked through the hammock, or whether they just took a picture of Joe having a good time in a hammock and later they noticed how weird it was. It’s hard to tell from the expression on his face:

- I just want to know where Hugh got the idea for his prize task. What sort of mind does one have to have for that to be the reaction to those instructions? “I’m supposed to bring in a surprising picture of myself? Okay... get me a mask that’s just a picture of my face. I’m going to tell a story about how I wear it when I run errands to avoid getting recognized.” I want to know how many years of working in comedy it took him to develop a mind that makes those kinds of leaps.

- I completely agree with Greg’s response to Mel’s picture: it doesn’t qualify as surprising because she looks completely natural in that situation and I have no trouble imagining her being there.

- Obviously, Lolly absolutely deserved the five points for this one. Immaculate. I love the level of detail. I love the creepy look in her eyes combined with the strange position of her mouth. I love that they made her face just completely white except for a couple of patches on her cheeks. I love that her earrings match her necklace. Getting into that costume must have taken a lot of planning, time, and effort. I’m so impressed.

- Greg Davies: Okay, I’m not putting Hugh last. Because... oh God, it’s so... I think I am going to put Hugh last. Because it’s rubbish! Absolutely rubbish. Mel Giedroyc: Oh, Desky! Greg Davies: Sorry, Desky.

- I love that the telescope through which they all looked to see the first pre-recorded task isn’t even related to the task in any way. If it were a task related to making something look close or far away, then the presence of the telescope would make sense. But it isn’t. That telescope is just there like an experiment that a first-year university student would do for their Intro to Psychology course. Put a telescope a ways away from a paper, tell people to read what’s on the paper, see if they read it through the telescope even though no one told them that they couldn’t just go right up to the paper and read it. Record the results. Use them to divine something about the way the human mind makes assumptions based on physical cues.

- Making the contestants guess who will win a task for extra points is something they should do again; that made the task extra fun. I can imagine it getting stale fairly quickly if it were overused, so I’m not saying they should do it all the time. Certainly not more than once a season. But it’s a good enough idea to be worth using again at some point.

- It led to a funny moment, with Mel saying she wasn’t sure about Noel and Noel getting offended in the studio because he believed in her but she didn’t believe in him, and Mel comparing Noel to a crow. But aside from all that, it is genuinely fucking adorable that Noel got asked who he thought would make the highest splash, and he immediately looked up and said, “Mel”. And then broke into this confident grin. No hesitation. He just knew that no one should ever underestimate Mel Giedroyc.

- Less than a minute into the first pre-recorded task, and I’ve already seen something that made me say (out loud, in my bedroom, to no one, I’m doing fine), “I require a gif”.

- Taskmaster moments don’t get much more classic than Hugh Dennis tucking a brick into his shirt before climbing up whatever the fuck this is:

Especially as all that worked was followed by him doing some sort of low-tech scientific-looking stuff with a hammer on a string to make sure he aimed properly, and then missing the bucket almost completely. So it was pretty much all for nothing. I think I might require another gif.

- “All right, watch yourself, because I’ve got a bowling ball.” - Noel Fielding

- It’s hard to tell, but I think there’s an argument to be made that the spray from Lolly’s hose did hit the weathervane and therefore should have counted as a splash.

- I really am trying not to just document this entire episode, but what else am I supposed to do with this part? Not turn it into a gif?

- You also cannot expect me to not screenshot this:

- Noel walking into a room and saying, “My old friend, the green screen,” made a lot more sense the first time I re-watched this episode after watching The Mighty Boosh’s television show.

- I absolutely love that Alex did Mel’s entire “Is This Censure?” dance, took it very seriously and completed it with such focused movements and facial expressions, and waited until they got to the studio to tell her that the track she’d picked wasn’t actually Censure.

- When the contestants were initially reading out the track names on the back of the CD case, they read them in alphabetical order, which suggests that they were written in alphabetical order. So how did Mel mix up “Censure” with “Radiate”?

- I love that Joe used the same tactic for his ringtone dance as he did for the “new handshake” task later in the season. Just pick one action and repeat it for a weirdly long time. That’s quite on brand for Joe.

- I also love that Lolly used the trick that’s an easy way to points on Taskmaster, because it appeals so strongly to Greg’s tastes: she created a narrative into which he could drill down. And it did get her one more point than she would have had otherwise, according to Greg’s explanation of his scoring (though I think this task was horribly scored in general). Also, it’s another great episode title drop. “Friendship is truth” is such a brilliantly meaningless phrase. Solid comedy.

- This isn’t important to Taskmaster or anything, but I do know something about the proper way to lift people up, and I can declare that Hugh clearly doesn’t know anything about this but Alex actually sort of does. In Hugh’s dance, the way Hugh lifted Alex was what one would expect from someone whose Oxbridge nickname was Desky; he did not look like he’d ever lifted anything before. But the way Alex lifted Hugh up and then balanced Hugh on his shoulders was surprisingly close to the correct way to do it, in terms of safety and efficiency. Either Alex has done some sort of job or sport before that involves lifting people up, or he should take up one of those because he’s a natural at it.

- Greg calling Hugh’s video “horseshit” right after we saw how much work he put into it was quite funny. But Greg should have made that joke and then admitted he was joking and given Hugh a bunch of points, I think there’s a good argument for giving him five. The criterion was “most stylish dance”, and I think he did that better than anyone. It’s well established that Hugh got repeatedly under-scored during this season, and I think this was a particularly egregious example of that. Even though he didn’t know how to properly lift a human being.

- This is also an example of another thing that happened more than once during this season, which is Noel getting over-scored. I can see a good argument for Mel getting five points, because her dance was so intricate. I can see an argument for Hugh, because of the ambition he showed in creating a dance that required athleticism (even if he did it badly, he still got Alex onto his shoulders). I can even see an argument for giving that to Lolly for her narrative. Noel just moved his hands in circles for a while and had the editors stick different backgrounds on it.

But to be fair, how can we except Greg not be seduced into giving extra points to someone who looks like this?

- Lolly’s toilet paper picture was a genuinely good image of Harry Potter and Greg should have given her credit for that. That would be clearly recognizable as Harry Potter even to someone who hadn’t read the book sand didn’t know “Accio” meant. Everyone knows round glasses, lightning bolt scar, and messy hair means Harry Potter. The same way I know that time-travelling phone booths and R2-D2-looking villains mean Doctor Who, even though I haven’t seen that show.

I realize someone could make an argument that Harry Potter is a fictional character and not a celebrity. That picture doesn’t look much like Daniel Radcliffe. But within the Harry Potter canon, Harry is a celebrity. He’s an in-universe celebrity and a real-life celebrity; if anything that should count for extra points.

- Kris Kristofferson is my favourite country singer, and I love that Mel meant to make a picture of him, even if at some point she changed its identity and then forgot that she did so (which I assume is what happened, and why in the studio she said it was Kris Kristofferson but Alex said that in the house she’d declared it to be Barry Gibb).

Also, it’s not that bad a likeness. It looks more like Kris Kristofferson than like Barry Gibb.

- Noel’s self-portrait was good (I especially liked the Hitcher eyes), but I think giving him five points again was generous. I’d probably have scored Joe and Lolly higher than him, as theirs were so immediately recognizable.

- Hugh’s attempt at the pummel horse task is so much more fun to watch now that I’ve heard him on last week’s Taskmaster podcast episode, when he said the reason he kept repeating the same move is he was trying to get the dismount perfect but that was hard to do on a crash mat.

I also feel like, after I talked shit about his athletic abilities in the dancing task, it’s only fair for me to acknowledge that he shows genuine athleticism here. Not incredible athleticism or anything (and “incredible” was what the task required). But it was impressive for a fifty-five-year-old who’s not an athlete or anything to do that many jumping front rolls in a row with decent form. He did also scramble up that fence-like thing earlier in this episode, and when I watched Duck Quacks Don’t Echo a few weeks ago I saw him hold up two 80-kilo columns for an impressive number of seconds. So I guess I shouldn’t call him an Oxbridge nerd with no physical abilities. He just doesn’t know how to lift people up.

- Lolly’s attempt at the pummel horse task should really be mentioned alongside things like James Acaster’s “my eyes are circles” on the list of worst attempts at any task in Taskmaster history.

- Joe, like Lolly, has gotten a narrative into one of his tasks in this episode. But Joe decided that his narrative would involve the death of an elderly man in proximity to a giant horse penis. Again, Joe Lycett is on brand.

Greg Davies: I was really moved by the story of the old guy. I just wonder if you think, on reflection, that the sadness inherent within that story was slightly diluted by the weird, pummel horse, Wellie-wearing, tennis racket dick cone horse? Joe Lycett: I think if anything that adds to the beauty. Greg Davies: How so? Joe Lycett: I think if I put it into words, then the beauty will be diminished.

- Mel didn’t have to cover herself in an entire tarp like a magician’s cape before making the pummel horse disappear. Mel didn’t have to throw kicks into the air. But I’m so glad she did. Also, the editing on that one was really well done. I usually think using editing makes a task less impressive, but in this one, it’s not like Mel just did a bit and then got the editors to make the video for her afterwards. She was spectacular before and after the disappearance, and all the editors had to do was cut those parts together.

- I mostly agree with the scoring on this one, though I think I’d have given Noel four points instead of tying him with Joe for three points. His costume and little magic trick were good, even if they didn’t hold a candle to Mel’s stage presence. But he’s been given too many points in a couple of other tasks from this episode, so I think it’s okay that he got marked down a bit on this one.

- Good idea for a studio task. Would have been more interesting if all the contestants had realized right away that it gets measured from the base of the tower and not from the floor, as a few people (Joe and Noel at least, and maybe Lolly too) seemed to only work that out partway in. Good job to the old people for being able to comprehend instructions. And Hugh certainly deserved a win after getting fucked over in the dancing task earlier.

- Season four now has its first two-episode champion, and it’s lovely. Would you like to see a picture of Mel Giedroyc wearing Hugh Dennis’ face?

Of course you fucking would.

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generallynerdy · 3 years

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I wonder if he can taste the sadness (Ahsoka Tano & Anakin Skywalker & Rex)

Summary: Ahsoka motions for the younglings to stay behind what little cover she was able to provide as the door wheezes open. She pokes her head out just enough to see and— “Master!” she cries, leaping up. Anakin is at the door, his lightsaber in his hand but unlit. He looks mildly surprised to see her, but takes her hug without hesitation. “Thank the Force,” she breathes out. “We heard blasters and then Master Nu told us to hide. What’s happening?” In her embrace, Anakin is unmoved. She frowns, looking up at him. “Master?”

Warnings: major character death, lightsaber wounds, lots of children die but only one is shown, canon genocide, canon divergence but only to make it sadder Word Count: 1,826

Prompt: Angstpril Day 4 - Betrayal

Author’s Note: WOWWW why do I do this to myself lmfao. I was like ‘oh hey what if Ahsoka was in the Temple during Order 66 would that suck or what’ and then I. Wrote it. For some reason. I’m sick and twisted. Also, not to make you sadder or anything, but can you imagine Obi-Wan finding her body? Shit dude. Anyway, you might think Anakin wouldn’t go to the dark side if the whole Ahsoka thing hadn’t happened, but, like...he already murdered a village of Tuskens before the Clone Wars. I do not doubt that it would’ve happened somehow. I know this is super late but I wanna get all my Angstpril stuff written down no matter how late it is or else I’m gonna feel terrible about it. Title is from My Mother, My Mother by Luther Hughes. (Also, Jinnel, the Kiffar, and her future Master are my ocs. Zett is a canon character but he has barely any appearances so, uh, dibs.)

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“Master Nu! I was just looking for you in the archives.”

Ahsoka bears a wide smile as the old Master of the archives turns to her. The young Padawan, though not so young now she thinks, bears a couple of datapads, old ones she’d borrowed before her last assignment.

“Ah, Padawan Tano. Apologies, but I’m a bit occupied at the moment.”

She gestures behind her, where a youngling Clan chatters excitedly. At the sight of Ahsoka, one Nautolan girl lights up and turns to her friend, whispering furiously.

Ahsoka smiles and waves a little, getting a few waves back. “Sorry, Master, I didn’t realise. I can come back later,” she offers.

“That’s quite alright.” Master Nu waves her off. “Just leave it on my desk, and I—”

She stops. Her gaze drifts to the far end of the hallway, but when Ahsoka follows it, she finds nothing there. She’s about to ask what’s wrong, but then she feels it, too: a roil of darkness and fear.

“What is that?” she whispers, unmoving.

The younglings finally notice, a long moment after their seniors, and begin speaking frantically.

“Is the Temple under attack?”

“What do we do, Master Nu?”

“What’s happening?”

“I have to go find my Master!”

With a raised hand, Master Nu silences them all. “Quiet.” Quickly glancing around, she spots a meditation room with an open door. “Quickly, into the meditation room. Padawan Tano, watch our backs.”

“Yes, Master.”

The younglings file into the room obediently, still whispering to one another. One girl, a young Kiffar, bursts into tears, so Ahsoka pulls her aside immediately.

“My Master left to go to the Senate Building,” the Initiate blubbers. “She doesn’t know we’re in danger! I have to find her!”

(She’s too young to have a Master, Ahsoka realises, and doesn’t have a Padawan braid. The Master must’ve found her on a Search and bonded with her.)

“See if you can contact her on your comm, but you need to stay here until we know what’s going on, okay?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t leave her!”

“I understand. My Master is out there somewhere, too,” Ahsoka tries to reassure. “But I can’t let you leave alone, either. As soon as it’s safe, we’ll go find her together.”

The Initiate wipes at her eyes and nods, following the rest of her clan into the meditation room. Ahsoka looks back to Master Nu, who is glancing down the hall with wide, horrified eyes. Something has pulled in the Force.

Someone skids to a stop around the corner.

It’s a young human boy, a Padawan that Ahsoka has seen trailing behind Master Drallig for the last few weeks. On his sleeve, a scorch mark has burned through the fabric to his skin: a blaster wound.

At the sight of Master Nu and Ahsoka, his face twists in relief and he runs toward them.

“Zett,” Master Nu breathes out, taking his arm as soon as he’s close. “What’s going on?”

Through panting breaths, he speaks the impossible. “The clones—the clones are killing us!” he cries. “They got Master Drallig and I can’t find the Council—”

“What?” Ahsoka questions fiercely. “What are you talking about?”

“I know you won’t believe me, but I really saw it! It’s the 501st, they have their armour and everything and they’re killing everybody—!”

Master Nu squeezes his uninjured shoulder. “Breathe, Padawan. I believe you.”

“What!?” Ahsoka turns on her. “They would never—!”

“It may be someone else in that armour, but you know he’s telling the truth, Ahsoka. You can feel it,” she says warningly. “Don’t let emotion cloud your instincts.”

She backs down, but her chest tightens. “Yes, Master,” she says quickly.

“How many of them are there?”

“All of them. Master Drallig—” Zett chokes on his name. “—he told me to go to the landing pad, to get out and find help.”

“I’ll go with you!”

Ahsoka jumps when the young Kiffar reappears, running up to Zett.

“I’m a good tracker,” she says quickly, “and I know where my Master’s going! We can find her!”

Zett looks to Master Nu at the same time she does, uncertainty in his bright eyes. The old archivist casts her gaze to the end of the hall, where the chaos is starting to get louder. With a deep breath, she kneels before the younglings, a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Do not stop, especially for anyone in clone armour. Don’t trust anyone you don’t recognise and whatever you do, do not return to the Temple until you are given the all-clear, do you understand?” When they both nod, she reaches for their hands and presses them together, letting Zett take the girl’s. Master Nu gives him a firm look. “Hold onto each other. Do not let go. This is not a game.”

“Yes, Master,” they say at the same time, equally shaky.

She stands. “Go.”

The pair run off, Zett tugging the Kiffar girl closer to him as they dash down the hall. Ahsoka watches them go, waiting until they’re around the corner to turn her attention back to Master Nu, who has apparently done the same. Before she can speak, the archivist puts a hand on her shoulder as well.

“Stay with the younglings. Lock the door behind you and defend them with your life,” she instructs.

The girl’s eyes widen. “What? You’re leaving?”

“If the Temple is being attacked, there are things I have to do,” is her grim reply. “No one can get their hands on the archives, Padawan, no one. I’ll come find you when I get the chance.”

If I get the chance. The thought is there, though unspoken.

Steeling herself, Ahsoka swallows roughly but nods. “Yes, Master.”

With a glance over the Padawan’s shoulder, Master Nu lowers her voice. “Above all, make sure they make it out.”

“May the Force be with you,” she says quietly, a hope more than a comfort.

Master Nu smiles, a little sad, a little proud. “It is always with us, Ahsoka. It is always with you. Be brave.”

Her words echo in the young Togruta’s mind even as she departs. When she finally pulls herself together, she rushes into the meditation room, counting heads and closing the door behind her. She enters a code to lock it down completely before turning back to her charges.

“I need you all to listen carefully and do exactly as I say, okay?”

There are scattered nods and ‘yes, Padawan Tano’s, so she gives out instructions.

They build barricades throughout the room, providing cover for themselves. Initiates with lightsabers pair up with those without and the latter group gets a few weapons from Ahsoka. Her clone troopers—the ones killing Jedi—gave her quite a few vibroblades and pocket blasters over the years and she’s kept them all. It’s more than a little useful right now, she thinks as she hands them to the younglings.

“Keep your heads down and trust in the Force,” Ahsoka orders, ducking behind a gathering of meditation chairs and tables with three Initiates. She places a hand on the shoulder of the youngest, a small Mirialan with teary eyes. “It’s going to be okay.”

Footsteps thunder from the hallway outside. The younglings fall silent in an instant, poised for battle.

Something catches in Ahsoka’s chest. They’re ready for this. They’re children and terrified but they’re ready for a fight. Is this what her Master used to feel when he looked at her, 14 standard and standing on the front lines? Like something was desperately wrong with this picture?

“The scanners indicate life forms in this room, sir.”

Ahsoka freezes.

It sounds like a clone, though she can't place who. Could Zett have been right? Are the clones—the 501st, of all battalions—turning against them? What in the Force would make them do that? Something here is horribly, horribly wrong.

There's some beeping on the other side of the wall and someone out there must have the codes, because the door starts to slide open.

Ahsoka motions for the younglings to stay behind what little cover she was able to provide as the door wheezes open. She pokes her head out just enough to see and—

“Master!” she cries, leaping up.

Anakin is at the door, his lightsaber in his hand but unlit. He looks mildly surprised to see her, but takes her hug without hesitation.

“Thank the Force,” she breathes out. “We heard blasters and then Master Nu told us to hide. What’s happening?”

In her embrace, Anakin is unmoved.

She frowns, looking up at him. “Master?”

Light washes over her, the stark blue of his lightsaber being lit. She glances down to get a look at where he’s pointing it, what he could possibly be defending her from in a room of younglings. But then pain strikes her abdomen, squeezing her lungs. A choked gasp drags itself from her lips and she finally sees it.

The saber in her chest. Anakin’s saber in her chest.

A youngling screams and blaster fire echoes throughout the room, but Ahsoka can’t see what happens. She can’t even cry out for the Initiates she was meant to protect. All she can do is look back up at him.

His expression is blank, untouched by her apparent agony. He stares down at her with those yellow eyes—

Yellow eyes?

Her mouth falls open a little, her legs wobbling. She loses her balance, falling into him. And he catches her. There isn’t any sort of purpose to the movement, but he catches her.

He has yellow eyes.

Ahsoka thinks of Dooku, of his last moments spent glaring at her and her Master, those burning yellow eyes. She thinks of his red lightsaber fitting perfectly into Anakin’s hand and how nauseous she’d become at the sight.

“Anakin?”

It’s weak, hardly there. She doesn’t even know if he hears it.

And then she’s falling, falling to the floor. He drops her, lets her crumble underneath him, unable to hold herself up.

He walks away.

Breathing raggedly, Ahsoka wants to reach out, wants to grab the bottom of his robe before he can leave her. But her hands won’t cooperate, her entire body screaming at the scorched wound she bears.

The meditation room has fallen silent, leaving the troopers to follow after Anakin. They start to leave, but one notices she’s still breathing, still trying to move.

He lifts his blaster and she finally sees him.

“Rex,” she breathes out.

The jaig eyes on his helmet, carefully painted, give him away instantly. He lifts his pistols and she wants to cry. She doesn’t have the strength for even that. But she doesn’t need any strength to see that his hands are shaking. Ahsoka will never know what’s going on in his head, what’s driving him to lift his blasters in her direction. All she knows is that his hands are shaking.

“It’s okay, Rex,” she says, sounding far from it. “It’s okay.”

He fires.

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randomsevans · 4 years

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Maid to be

part one

RANSOM DRYSDALE X READER

You share a secret with a trust fund playboy what happens when one family dinner ,may or may not reveal your secret

The loud chatter and screams filled the manner , allowing everyone to hear the usual fights the bust out of no where with this family . Ransom sat there in shame of his family members , sharing the same look as his grandfather on the other side of the dinner table .Usual Ransom would of joined in or even start an argument or two . But not this time he sat quietly awaiting the food .

the help one by one started to come in and silenced the family , placing the food on the table neatly , to then some would remained in the room if there was anything more the up tight needed . But their were more likely there for Harlan make a quick get away when things get to much .The tension in the air thick from the daggers everyone was sending to each other .

Walt began to plate up his food and soon everyone followed . coursing a few mumbles and cures , the chatter began to build up. Ransoms was in a mind of his own as he heard his family began to complain again , that was until he heard your name .

“arrr where is she ?” Linda ,Ransoms mother demanded “y/n ?”

Ransom blood began to boil at the tone his mother was using , but it was no different to how he sounded to everyone else.Ransom became calm as he saw you pop your head around the door way and made you way in .Ransom heart began to flutter as you looked just as beautiful the first day he met you (well saw you , you had worked for Harlan for 4 months until he notice you ) you began working for Harlan to pay of debts and keep you a float .

Ransom was walking towards his grandfather office , getting ready for a lovely. even of go and disapproval of Ransoms life style , but still whats new . He was scrolling threw his phone , with his brown coat hanged over his arm as he remained outside the office door for a second as he finished sending his message to some random girl . Ransom heard the door open , and went to walk in with his eyes still glued to his phone . That was until someone walked into him, causing the plates that were being carried to clash against the floor , followed by a girl that fell to her knees to collect them up .

“ im so sorry sir “ her sweet voice , made Ransom titled his head in curiosity

“you should be !” he snapped , as she got back up with the plates in her hand , As she slowly brought her head up , Ransom breath hitched as his blue orbs meet yous . Your hair was plied up on top of your head with loose strains surroundings your face , Your cheeks flushed with either embarrassment or fear . “ i was an accident sir , sorry once again “

“ you new here “ Ransom question

“ no sir ive worked here for four months now “ you stated . That shocked Ransom a little surly he would of notice such a pretty face ..

“then you should know to call me Hugh , and nothing else “ Her eyes widen , and she nodded her head .

“yes Hugh , once again i apologise “ you said exiting the door frame and heading back to go knows where , But Ransom couldn't help his eyes wonder over you . He knows he will have you one way or another . He just didn't realise how addicting you would become to him , much more then any drug or alcohol . You would soon enough become a life line to the trust fund playboy

“Yes Mrs Drysdale ?” you asked in your usual innocent tone .

“fill my cup up would you “

“sure ma am “

“can she not do it her self “ Ransom thought

Ransom kept his eyes locked on you as you made your way to the bar and grabbed a bottle of wine , you walked back and filled Linda's cup up

“mine too” Walt demand at the other side of Linda across the table , you nodded your head and made you way past Harlan , You were nearly there when you tripped over Harlan chair leg and banged your stomach on the corner of the dinner table , your hands automatically flew to your stomach dropping the bottle of wine . Making the glass shatter and the wine run like blood .

it all happened so quick the only thing Ransom knew was his heart leaped out of his chest and he stood up , shaking the whole table and he pushed it forward .His family made gasp and started scolding you .

Ransom was by your side in second a hand on your back and one on your stomach , you both shared the same panic look.

“you okay ?” Ransom asked softly as anxiety and dread started to creep up rather quickly

you were staring at the ground for what felt like forever , until you looked at those ocean blue eyes .

“oh shes just being dramatic “ Joni barked

“ fuck off !” Ransom yelled silencing everyone in the room as all eyes were on the two of you , but neither of you cared , you were both to scared deep down ,. As Ransom removed his hand on your back and brought it to your cheek,

“are you okay ?” he asked again as he stared at your glossy eyes full of fear and embarrassment .

“im okay “ you whispered so quietly it was almost unheard

Ransom sighted “im not taking any chances “ and with that he picked you up and carried you bridal style over the broken glass and towards the kitchen ignoring the yells of his family .You buried your head in his neck and let out a quiet sob .

When you and Ransom entered the kitchen he placed you down on the kitchen isle . His hands tucking your hair away from your face and wiping the few tears that escaped your eyes .

“you got to be more careful” Ransom sighed

“i know , i know , im sorry “ you hiccuped

“its not me you should be saying sorry to “ he placed one of his large hands of your small bloated bump “ him or her just had a bumpy ride , you should be saying sorry to them “ he said with a small smile on his face .

you let out a little giggle and look down as you place your hand over Ransoms “ im sorry “

“see now the worlds back on track “ he laughed

“ im also sorry for giving daddy a heartache “ you whisper slowly

“your damn right , “

you looked up at him with your big innocent eyes “ i only tripped , i didnt mean to “

“ i know , but please for the sake of me and our baby can you be more careful , i dont get why you still work i could look after you , both you of you “

you sighed , you've had this argument over and over again “ i like my job Hugh “

“ oh no you didn't “ he give you a smirk

“ do what ?” you asked as if you dint know

“call me Hugh “

“so what if i did “ you said with the same playful smirk as him

“ only the help calls me Hugh “

“ iam the help “ you said as a matter of fact

“not to me your not “

“and what am i to you” you raised an eyebrow

he placed his hands on your hips “ the beautiful mother of my child and ....”

“and?”

he reached for the necklace around your neck and un-tucked it out of your dress “ my future wife “ he smirked as he placed a kiss the ring that sat on the chain as he kept his eyes connect with your .

“ is that so “ you giggled as your heart melt at his words

“lt is , seen as you were my ring around your neck “ he smirk

he gave you the necklace on one random night , where you mange to have a day off .He gave you it as a promise , to show his love and that you are his

You and Ransom were laying down on his couch , with your head on his chest , you were tucked in under his chin , with your finger laced together , creating shapes and patterns .The house was silent , no TV , no music , no chatter , it was a peace full silence ,one that made everything okay . Apart from a deep chuckle form Ransom now and then when your hands got tingled together . You titled your head slight to look up to the blue eyed man that stole your heart . As you did Ransom eyes lazily glanced down at you , with small sweet smile only for you. He learned down and pecked your lips .

“ i have something for you “his voice deep and relaxed .

“huh ?” you asked as Ransom as he sat you both up , you tucked your knees to your chest , as you sat on his lap .

“its not much a promise “ he chuckled he said that every time , you didnt like it went he brought you gift , because that’s not what you want him for . As well as you feel bad not being able to get him something , even though he already has everything he could want or need .

you nodded you head , you learnt that trying to fight him on it wont work , he will keep treating you no matter what .

Ransom titled his body slightly , so his arm could reach under the coach , he spent a few seconds trying to find what ever it was , until he did , a wide smile played on his lips as he brought his self back up . He pecked you cheek .

“here love “ he place a small black box into your hands , you slowly lifted the lid , and glanced at Ransom who was looking at you instantly , almost nervous . You looked back down and saw , a sliver chain in a mixture of packaging , You picked it up with you thumb and index finger , You raised your hand , pulling the chain out of the box untill in will dangling in the air . You brought your other hand up the what looked like a ring that the chain threaded threw . as you looked closer it was indeed a ring , with a simple yet big diamond at the centre with a silver band

“Hugh “ you simple whisper , you felt Ransom shift under you , bring on hand to you hip which the other reached for the necklace , you followed his arm untill you met his eyes

“what is this ?” you asked with wide eyes

“ i ... “ he paused taking in a deep breath “ your it for me y/n “ he brought the hand on your hip up to your cheek . “ its a promise shall we say , i promise that i will love you till my last breath , to show you how much a love you , And i promise that one day i will be your husband “ you had tears in your eyes as you felt Ransom hand shake against your cheek “if you’ll have me ?”

there was a moment of silence before you leap on to his shoulder , placing your lips to his over and over again . He brought his hands to your hips once again with one hand fisted holding onto the necklace ,

“yes !” you softly whispered

“yes ?” he swapped hair from you shoulder

“ im your Hugh Ransom Drysalde “

. Not long after that you found out you were pregnant .You panicked you didnt know how Ransom would reacted since things between you were secret and he has a reputation .but you couldnt of dream of better , he was silence for a while but then broke down into tears , as he picked you put and spun you around the room . Since that day he has changed so much showing more of his softer side and being way more productive .

"You do realise you caused a scene there gonna have question, think you have went all soft on the help "

"Well I have well ... only you ... I dont give a fuck I'll just distracted them with something else " he laughed .

"I'm sure you will " you giggled

He placed a chase kiss on your lips , you pushed him away slightly, with the fear of being caught . Ransom pulled back and rest his forehead on your

"Mmmm . You Missy are going upstairs , lay down and have a nap ."

"But Ransom ... " you whined

:AND then I'm going to take you home after iv dealt with my shit show of a family " he softly demand

"But my job "

"Harlan will understand... I'll say some glass got into your leg or something... it's just for today ... I need to keep an eye on you , both of you " he sighed

“but Ransom “

“but nothing “ Ransom used his stern intimating voice leaving no room for argument .

“my grandsons right !”

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firewoodfigs · 4 years

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25 for royai, it fits them WAY too well :D

25. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

(for @brucestephenbucky - thank you for the prompt, lovely!! sorry this took awhile I wrote it on my phone and forgot about it existed AHAHA but I hope you enjoy <3)

“Sorry to trouble you like this, Lieutenant,” Mustang grimaced. They’d ended up seeking shelter at her apartment after they’d met before Hughes’ grave from the sudden downpour, as it was closer. And while he had no qualms about being reunited with his Lieutenant - in her home, of all places - especially after they’d been separated for months, he couldn’t help but feel a little bad. Here he was, dripping all over her rug like a drenched kitten while she dealt with cleaning up the mess he made.

Not quite how he’d envisioned their reunion to go, but here they were now.

“It’s alright,” Hawkeye replied, a playful twinkle in her eyes even as her fringe clung to her forehead, damp from the rain. “What’s new?”

Mustang grinned unabashedly. “You make a fair point.”

She simply smiled in return before heading towards her room, presumably to rummage through her wardrobe.

Mustang, on the other hand, stood in her living room, freezing and thinking. The brief time they’d spent apart had certainly given him space to mull over the what ifs, the could have beens. The feelings he’d harboured for her, even as he tried desperately to cheat himself over the years. Even as he allowed poorly-crafted lies and man-made guidelines to suppress how he truly felt about her.

Typically, Mustang prided himself for his self-control. But the opportunity presented itself in the privacy of her home now, so to speak. Now, reunited with her away from prying eyes, he had the chance to let her know the true extent of his affection. Suppose he never had the chance to after this, because he died (the alternative where she died was simply unfathomable) in the course of the dangerous mission awaiting them?

“Sir,” Riza called gently, appearing with a fresh towel slung over her arm.

Under the dim, yellow light, she was a bit of a mess herself. Her hair was dishevelled, her eyes sunken and complexion pasty from an obvious lack of sleep. Still, something in him swelled as he revelled in the sight of her. Her. His dearest subordinate, his childhood friend, his comrade during the war and everything in between. (Everything that he’d only dared to dream about for so long - his lover, his partner, his equal.)

And suddenly the temptation of it all was all too much to bear. Roy caved, pulling her close to his chest as she approached.

Startled, Riza immediately made a move to resist. “You’re drenched, sir. This is hardly the time for this,” she protested, though her struggle was half-hearted.

“Sorry,” he grinned, not sounding the least bit apologetic as he pulled her closer. Tighter. Riza only rolled her eyes and huffed, turning away to hide the traitorous hints of pink in her cheeks. “So it’d be alright, then, if I wasn’t a wet, sodding mess?”

“I didn’t say that,” Riza quipped back, her voice carefully neutral.

“You were thinking of it.”

“I wasn’t. Now go take a warm shower before you catch a cold,” she admonished. “I’d prefer if you were useless only on rainy days.”

“I don’t mind being useless if it means I can do this,” and Roy leaned in to rest his forehead, damp from rain and sweat, against hers before pressing a kiss to her lips. Like a refuge from the storm raging outside, it soothed and comforted his heart, which had been aching, yearning for her during her assignment. Mustang smiled, about to pull back. (He’d only intended for it to be quick, chaste. A momentary breach of the rules.) But her lips part invitingly, beckoning exploration, and immediately a carnal ecstasy leaps up in his throat. Desire brims on the cusp, spilling from the edges of his mouth as he continues to kiss her with desperate passion and overwhelming gratitude. Where he’d once known her as a friend, a subordinate, he now had the privilege of knowing her as a lover. Knowing the taste of her lips beneath his and the sweetness of finally, finally having a space for an outpouring of desire. Of devotion and love.

When he pulled back at last, her cheeks were flushed crimson, but relief flooded her honeyed eyes and came out in the form of a soft, contented sigh.

“Time for that bath. Later, Lieutenant.”

“Later, sir,” Riza affirmed, catching on to his intended message like she always did. (There would be a later. He’d make sure they would both live to see the future after this.)

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star-sailor-tales · 4 years

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Hugs

[So I think that its basically rule of thumb now that aliens dont do a lot of physical affection, or just dont see the point of it]

Adam had been on sick leave for two months now, getting rid of a fungi infection he somehow picked up on a expedition. Thankfully, it wasn't anything to worry about, but just to be safe and to prevent any chance of passing it to someone else, he was put on a medical house arrest.

Now, he was waiting at earths extraterrestrial loading bay, eagerly awaiting to rejoin his team. They were a little late but it wasn't too long until he saw the familiar shape of the S.S Mantis float below the clouds and head towards the hub.

Excited, he practically leaped to his feet, fumbling his luggage handle in his rush. It took all the self control he had not to run past the yellow warning line as the shuttle landed. As soon as it was safe to do so though he was racing towards that ship. He couldn't wait to get back to working with his crew.

The side door to the ship opened and out strode Silv'ir, Maple and Captain Sharc. Adam put down his luggage and ran to his friends.

"Hello! Its so good to see you all again! I missed you! I missed y'all!"

"It's good to see you t-OOF!" Sharc was cut off as Adam engulfed him in a bear hug. Unsure how to react, he just stood there, dumbfounded and somewhat flustered.

"I hope you guys didn't have too much fun without me!" Adam chirped as he let Sharc go, who was still trying to comprehend what just happened. Silv'ir, ever the humanologist, just scoffed in amusement.

"We had a lot of 'phun'! We even stopped a flameborn prairie beast!" They boasted, obviously fibbing just to rile Him up.

It worked though.

"WITHOUT MEEEEE?!" Adam whined, then laughed, knowing it was a joke.

During this, maple was looking anxiously at sharc.

"Uhm..m Captain are you okay?" Maple inquired.

Sharc shook himself, as if breaking free of whatever trance he had been in.

"I... human Adam, what was that you did just now?" Sharc asked.

"Huh?"

Sharc shifted nervously.

"You embraced me just now? Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh! Sorry, it was just a hug! In human culture, it is used a show of either affection or endearment! Often, when two human friends see eachother after time spent apart, a hug can often be used as a sort of greeting." Adam explained. Sharc relaxed.

"Ah, I see. Well then, thank you for the... hugh?"

"Hug."

"Hug. Thank you for the hug." Sharc smiled.

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Maple was a little surprised by how warmly Adam had greeted them all. Maple hadn't thought that Adam had been so fond of them, although, thinking about it.

"Hmm..." Maple mused aloud.

"Something on your mind?" Silv'ir inquired. They often shared spaces, with Silv'ir being a biologist and Maple being the ships medic, they had much to offer eachother in terms of information.

"Isn't it true that humans will often shown more physical affection to those they are more affectionate to?" Maple asked, looking for either confirmation or to be corrected.

"That is true, though it goes further than that. Typically, when a human is interested in another human being in terms of companionship and partnership, they become more physical,either through small touches or closer proximity. Their voice will raise in pitch and their pupils will get bigger when they see the human they are interested in."

"Ah, I see..."

"You're asking because of how Adam hugged the captain." Silv'ir deduced, smiling mischievously. Silv'ir had noticed that both Adam and Sharc acted a little... differently around eachother. Verilian romance was much more modest and to the point. Usually, two Verilians would only stay together for a short time, long enough to bear and raise a youngling, then look for another mate. However, it wasn't uncommon for Verilians to stay together for life.

But there wasn't as much... chivalry and show as there was to human romances. Silv'ir had seen moving cinematic films of such, and it was amazing all the things that one human would do for another.

"So you noticed too?" Maple was relieved, thinkign that they were just looking to deep into things.

"Its not exactly hard with Adam, he, as humans say, 'wears his emotions on his sleeve'. And Sharc certainly treats him differently, and I don't think it's just because they're differents species." Silv'ir confirmed.

A moment of silence passed between them.

"Are you familiar with the human term, 'wing man'?"

To be continued

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Michelle Dockery on her new dog Alfie, directing, and whiskey

‘Lockdown? It was an interesting time,’ says Michelle Dockery at the start of our Covid-compliant phone conversation about acting, the pandemic and her favourite whisky.

‘It certainly became an opportunity to ponder on things that I took for granted. We were in our “bubble” and I watched TV way more than I usually do. Hugh Laurie was brilliant in Roadkill [the BBC’s political drama written by Sir David Hare]. I loved that. And I became a big fan of podcasts.’

Which one in particular?

‘Desert Island Discs.’

She was close to tears listening to the actor and director Samantha Morton on the show.

‘She was a big inspiration to me in my teens.’

Has Dockery been invited to become a castaway?

‘I would leap at the chance,’ she says. And she’s drafted her list of favourite tunes already. ‘There’ll be a lot of Joni Mitchell.’

Dockery is best known to British audiences for portraying Lady Mary Crawley in Downton Abbey. But her origins are far from aristocratic. She was brought up in Romford in Essex. Her father was a lorry driver and her mother worked in care-homes. They were keen for their daughter to expand her interests and they enrolled her in a local dance-school.

‘It was at the end of the street where I was growing up. My mum and dad encouraged me to have confidence and I loved dancing. It was my first passion.’

She saw her future as a ballerina. At school an influential teacher, Miss Birt, was keen to develop her pupils’ interest in the theatre and she arranged a school-outing to see Helen Mirren in Antony and Cleopatra. Dockery was hooked.

‘At a very early age I realised it wasn’t actually dance I wanted to do. It was acting, taking on characters. Miss Birt encouraged me to audition for the National Youth Theatre. And I loved it.’

But things weren’t easy after leaving drama school. She describes the uncertainty of an acting career as ‘like jumping off into a very unknown abyss. I went through phases of time-off and not knowing if the next part is around the corner. I gave in to the unpredictability of it all.’

The turning point was Downton Abbey and the part of Lady Mary. After that the offers started rolling in.

‘I enjoy playing complex characters and embodying people who are very far from who I am,’

Unlike some actors, she doesn’t deliberately set out to surprise audiences with dramatic transformations.

‘I don’t plan too much. I don’t think “now I’ve done that character I need to do something completely different.”’

She’s also a gifted singer. She was invited to perform at the 50th anniversary of Ronnie Scott’s in Soho and she occasionally appears with Sadie and the Hotheads, a band formed by Elizabeth McGovern who plays her mother in Downton.

Samantha Morton, her role-model, began as an actor and branched out into directing. Would she follow that path?

‘I’ve seen enough of the way in which directors work to give it a go,’ she says. The essence of the job is ‘forming a relationship with the actors.’ Her plan would be to ‘start small and build up my experience with an episode [of a TV series].’

Could she direct a film about the life of Joni Mitchell?

‘Maybe. If she’d let me.’

She’s in no hurry to abandon her on-screen career just yet. ‘Acting is still my main course.’

When not at work she enjoys visiting Hampstead Heath where she exercises her dog, ‘a Bedlington whippet with a bit of Saluki in him’. She chose the name Alfie – ‘as in, “what’s it all about, Alfie?”’ – after the iconic 1960s movie starring Michael Caine and Shelley Winters. Her other passion is reading which she finds hard to concentrate on while acting.

‘Your head’s in the script and that’s a distraction.’

She’s also partial to the odd dram of whisky.

‘My dad’s half-Irish so whisky has featured in his life, shall we say.’

She’s proud to have been asked to front a new campaign for Glenfiddich.

‘I’m keen on their readiness to progress the perception of whisky to new audiences and, as a woman, to encourage gender inclusivity in the industry.’

The campaign images were created by Misa Harriman, a UK-born Nigerian cameraman who was the first black photographer to shoot a cover for British Vogue.

‘A photographer for our time,’ she says.

The centrepiece of the campaign is the Glenfiddich Grand Cru 23-Year-Old. This rich single-malt is matured for over two decades in American and European oak casks.

How would she take the Grand Cru – with ice, water, soda or ginger?

‘Neat,’ she says.

https://life.spectator.co.uk/articles/michelle-dockery-acting-is-unpredictable-but-i-love-it/

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Bah Hiddleston | Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Tamra Harmon) | Chapter 10 | Blue Christmas

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Tamra Harmon)

Summary: Tamra Harmon has no mind to mess with Christmas. All that talk about Christmas magic and the joy of the holidays is just a bunch of mumbo jumbo. But will a chance encounter with perennial Christmas lover Tom Hiddleston change all that?

This chapter: Tom and Tamra both realized they have screwed this up, but Mother Nature provides a new stumbling block.

Warnings for story: smut, oral sex, implied smut, vaginal sex, light angst

Tamra cried the whole way back to her rented flat. The Uber driver asking her more than once if she was okay through the rearview mirror.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” she lied.

It was still dark which she reached the Airbnb. She fumbled with the keys and juggled her suitcase through the door. The room seemed cold and sterile after having spent the last several days at Tom’s. She sobbed as she thought of Bobby curled up at her feet and how the place always smelled of books and coffee.

Tamra pulled back the covers and slid between the cool sheets. She didn’t even bother to change into pajamas. As she drifted into an uneasy slumber, Tamra’s mind played over the note she left. She feared she made some sort of mistake. Her heart already realized the answer.

Once Diana called, Luke made it over to the house within the hour; Benedict and Sophie soon followed, children in tow. Waves of guilt rolled over Tom at the thought of ruining everyone’s Christmas with his problems. Especially since this was all his fault.

Diana kept the kettle warm and everyone took a seat around the kitchen table while the children playing with their newly acquired toys in the living room. Bobby, sensing something was amiss, stayed close to Tom’s feet.

“I fucked up.” Tom commented with a flat affect.

“How is that different from—” Luke started in but Diana’s hand gripping his shoulder like a vise silenced him.

“Luke dear, I normally would love nothing more than to watch a signature Windsor dressing down of my twat of a son, but perhaps today we can keep the conversation to helpful suggestions.” Diana commented, her hand never leaving his shoulder.

Luke glanced over at Tom still seated in the chair he fell into earlier. Sat before him was a haunting shadow of the famous Tom Hiddleston. His eyes still sparkling blue but now bloodshot and rimmed with red. His ginger curls laid in a disheveled mop. If his fans could catch him now, they would be appalled.

“Of course, Diana.” he responded and only then did she release her grip.

They each read the note while Tom took to chewing on his thumbnail. A nasty habit he long broke but manifested itself in times of extreme stress.

“I don’t understand what the problem is?” Ben questioned. “She loves you and you love her.”

Tom’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know I love her? How can you possibly know that?!” His voice rising and accusatory.

“For one, you made me throw a Christmas party in less than 24 hours for a girl you barely met.” Benedict responded, ignoring his friend’s tone.

“You did what Thomas?!” Diana exclaimed.

“Not the time, Mother.” Tom interjected.

“Two, I am sitting at your dining table on Christmas rather than being at my home. And three, Luke told me.”

Tom shot daggers at his publicist.

“Not the time, Tom..” Diana echoed his words. “So how do we fix it?”

“Ritual suicide?” offered Luke.

“Grand gesture of love?” countered Benedict.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Men. Always going to extremes. Suicide, grand gestures.” she tsked. “How about a radical idea of telling her how you feel?”

“I agree, Sophie. The simplest solution is generally the best one.” Diana agree, moving to hold Tom’s hand, giving it a small squeeze

Tom picked his head up to look at his friends and mother. He pushed the chair away from the table and rose.

“Thank you all for the food for thought. I don’t want to keep you from your homes and families. Now if you’ll excuse me.” He kept the facade together until he stepped away and only then did he cried for the infinite time that morning. He slammed the door to the bedroom on his way. The sound reverberating off the walls.

Everyone stood as well and Diana walked each of them out.

“Thank you for coming. Merry Christmas. I’ll keep you posted.” She made apologies and excuses before shutting the door.

She headed down the hallway and knocked softly against the door. When she heard no response, she pushed the door opened. She found Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to the door and his head in his hands.

She sat down next to him, placing her hand on his knee. He turned and cried.

“Mum, I’m scared.”

“I noticed, dear.”

“Why am I so scared? I’m been in relationships before. Why is this different?”

Diana gave his knee a squeeze. “Because…” she sighed. “…you recognize that this is the beginning of the last relationship you’ll have and you are not sure you’re ready to take that leap, no matter how much you want that life. Forever is a long time.”

“You really believe it will all work out, don’t you?”

“Yes I do.” Diana stood and walked to his nightstand. “You never throw a bet. Particularly a bet that requires you to cook. That means this is something much more than a fling.”

Tom managed a laugh. “How did you figure it out?”

“You are my son.” She handed him his phone. “Now go get the girl and start the rest of your life.”

Tom nodded. He unlocked the phone and tapped the screen. Diana slipped out the room and shut the door behind her.

Tamra dragged herself out of bed just before noon. She found some cereal and milk. Tamra gave the milk and sniff and decided she wouldn’t die before pouring. She found her phone and the battery indicator teetered close to 1%.

“Shit!” she fished through her purse for the charger cord and came up empty. She dug through her suitcase, dumping the contents onto the floor.

“Fuck!” she yelled as her hunt came up empty. Her brain flashed to the cord plugged into a socket in Tom’s kitchen. “FUCK!!!”

As she prepared to go into another cursed filled tirade, her phone buzzed in her hand.

“What?!” she snapped to the other person on the end of the call.

“Did I catch you at a bad time, honey?” her mom asked, worry in her voice.

Tamra took a deep breath to collect herself. “Not at all. What can I do for you?”

“Merry Christmas, honey!”

“Merry Christmas, Mom.”

“No bah humbug? Are you feeling okay? You sound sick. Are you sick?”

Tamra choked back tears. “No, I’m not sick.” her voice cracked. “But I’m not okay.” She sobbed.

“What happened? Do I need to fly out?”

“I meet a guy. Not just any guy, THE GUY. And he is amazing and smart and talented. And… and…” her voice trailed off again. “Why do I screw up everything?!?” she wailed.

“Love is complicated, darling. It causes something with the dopamine levels in the brain. Makes people act all loopy.”

“You read that in a magazine somewhere, didn’t you?”

“I’m sure. But if this guy is as special as you describe. He is worth the fight.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Any time dear. Now tell me more about this guy.”

“Well you might know him.” Tamra started.

“Really? How would I—” the line clicked dead.

“Mom? Mom?” Tamra looked down at a black screen.

“Fuck!” she threw the phone onto the bed. She thought about heading out to see if any place was open to buy a charging cord. She was dismayed to stare out the window to find it snowing heavily once again.

“Merry fucking Christmas.” she whispered as she crawled back under the covers.

Tom threw his bedroom door open, startling his mother watching the television.

“It keeps going to voicemail. I’m going over there.” He grabbed his pea coat.

“No you’re not.”

“And who is going to stop me?” he demanded.

“Mother Nature. Look out the window.” Tom pulled aside the curtain to the nearest window.

“No, No!” he cried in anguish as he saw the landscape buried in snow and it continuing to fall with no end in sight. “I hate snow.”

“Keep trying the phone. She can’t ignore you forever. It’s Christmas.”

But she never answered and with each unanswered call, Tom grew more and more frantic, almost unhinged. If it had not been for Diana, he would have braved the storm and most likely froze in the process.

Phone calls from friends and family offered him little comfort. Only the news of both Emma and Sarah joining the family tomorrow elicited any happy response. He attempted to put on a good show but inside he was dying. His mother comforted when he allowed her.

“Have faith, dear.”

“I’m calling the police.” he declared after the phone once again went to voicemail.

“You will not. What would Luke say?”

Tom sighed. “He would say ‘don’t be stupid’.”

“Luke is a wise man. So sit down and watch the movie. It’s my favorite.”

He picked up Hugh Grant’s monologue come over the TV and he excused himself.

Tamra found a frozen dinner buried in the freezer. Not the Christmas dinner she had hoped for. But with the snowstorm and the holiday, nothing was open. She longed to call Tom, to apologize and beg forgiveness but there was nothing she could do with her phone dead. She didn’t remember his number.

She alternated between the bed and the sofa, catching snippets of restless sleep between crying jags. The day reached a low point when she flicked on the TV and heard the Pointer Sisters Jump! playing and saw Hugh Grant dancing over the screen. She flashed back to that day at Tom’s, the movies, the tree, that kiss. She switched off the TV and threw the remote in disgust.

Tom and Tamra tossed and turned that night, chasing sleep. Tom finally dozed off sometime around midnight, Bobby never leaving his side. Tamra lied awake until well after one in the morning, clutching the pillow for comfort and wondering how she screwed up the best thing that happened to her.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston angst #tom hiddleston smut #bah hiddleston

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morgansyorkie · 4 years

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All I Ever Wanted Was You- Philippe Myers

Summary: Who breaks the silence first? Who will finally crave and let every single emotion pour out about how one another feels about each other. Will Philippe’s temp and protectiveness get the best of him? All that is known for sure is that no one will forever forget this night out.

Word Count: 5,560

Disclaimer: Night out of the town drinking, language (thank you @quinny-boy-hughes for helping me with the Title)

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The first time you laid eyes on him you thought that it was impossible for him to even be real. He looked like he should be cast in some romantic Disney movie as the handsome prince.

The extremely tall guy sat in the seat beside you and right away you kept coming up with different scenarios in your head on what would be the best way to introduce yourself and talk to him. Unfortunately, you never got the chance to play any of that out because one you knew that a guy like him would never want to give a girl like you the time of day. Secondly, it didn’t help that your twin brother got to him before you could even give him a smile and let's just say it went downhill from there because how are you supposed to not fall in love with your twin’s best friend.

But here you were five years later walking into the crowded downtown bar to celebrate your twin brothers' best friends 23rd birthday. Philippe and some of his closest team-mates were already on a driven high after winning a tough game earlier that night. You walked over to the group of young guys who were dressed way nicer than you and had way more energy than you. Your eyes immediately caught Phil’s and you couldn’t comprehend how handsome he looked especially right after a rough game. You were about to walk up to him and wish him a happy birthday but once again your brother beat you to it. He went full speed ahead and jumped on top of Phil and started yelling “Happy Birthday My Brother” to him. You on the other hand stood there and waited for your annoying brother to be done so you could quickly say hi and happy birthday before adventuring off and doing your own thing. Even some of Phil’s team-mates could sense how tense and awkward you felt at that very moment, so they even tried their best to get Philippe’s attention for you.

Your brother than proceed to tell Phil about how some girls around your guys section couldn’t stop talking about him throughout the game and how he took it upon himself to let the “good looking” girls know that he would be here at this very bar tonight celebrating his birthday if they wanted to come make an appearance. Phil just shook his head and laughed.

“I’m going to get a drink,” you said to no one in particular and though some of the players standing around you guys nodded like they actually cared, when deep down inside you knew no one care especially Phil. But out of the corner of Phil’s eye he could see you uncross your arms and head towards the bar. He doesn’t get it; he doesn’t understand why you couldn’t have just blurted out happy birthday before ditching him to go to the bar.

“Where ya going, y/n? Don’t talk to any strangers or get into any trouble and while you're at it can you get me a beer...oh might as well make that two beers for me” Your brother said while shouting and grinning at you half way across the bar.

“Stop being a fucking dick! If you want drinks so bad walk to the bar and grab them yourself, I’m not your fucking maid y/b/n” is all you managed to say back before the snickers started around the group and you’re not even embarrassed by it. You’re annoyed and over it and decided in that moment that you’re not going to have the chance at getting any attention from Phil for the rest of the night and that you’re just going to have to keep your feelings for him aside like you have been for the past five years.

While waiting at the bar to get served on you kept going over in your head the many of times you had pushed your feelings for the young pro hockey player aside. You remember all of the countless house parties, bon fires, beach days where you thought that today was going to be the day to finally shoot your shot with Phil and tell him how you truly feel about him, but of course it never happened and you can thank y/b/n mostly for it. It’s like he somehow knew what you were planning to do and he just wanted to ruin it so badly for you. Every time you are around Phil you can’t help but feel some type of way whether it’s seeing him after games back at home in Canada or the games he fly's you guys into Philly for, or after nights out on the town with just the guys and he comes back your guys place to crash instead of going to the hotel to crash with his team or even on lazy Sundays during the summer break when it was just the two of you sitting around watching TV or catching up with life while his best friend is asleep. You’d both cooked together and sang along to stupid songs anywhere from rap to country to pop in the kitchen together and you’d told him that any girl would be lucky to have him in their life and as their boyfriend right after his horrible breakup with his last girlfriend Sophie in hopes that he would get the hint that you wanted so bad to be that lucky girl of his.

At the bar you find yourself nursing a cranberry and vodka even though you promised yourself that it was just going to be a few beers and call it a night, but way deep down inside you knew that this is what you needed, just a few minutes to yourself and then you’ll come around - you always do in the end but this one hurts a bit more and you’re struggling to pin point exactly why.

The stool scrapes on the tile floor beside you and you’re not even halfway done your drink - you’re not quite ready to talk yet, but you always knew that both your brother and Phil have never been good with timing and though your brother would apologize you just feel like it doesn’t like seem to matter much in the moment.

“Don’t worry about it, y/b/n” you tell him, eyes on your drink. “I’m just going to finish this over here but I’ll come back over to the group,” you sighed.

You wonder if they had even heard you, you were surprised at how quiet they both were. “Umm, I think that you have mistaken me for someone else” You heard a stranger's voice say aloud.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I...I thought you were someone else that I am here with.” You said whipping your head over to the direction of the unfamiliar voice.

“No worries and wow what is a gorgeous young lady like you doing at the bar all by her lonesome?” The strange male asked while trying to get the bartenders attention

“On no no no I am here with a group of people, just needed to get away for a few to collect my thoughts and just have a drink alone. But it’s totally fine, my thoughts about him can wait another day I shouldn’t let them take control over the night anyways.” You said taking another sip of your drink

Phil leans against the table and looks over in your direction but tries not to make it obviously to the guys that he standing there watching your every move. His mind totally goes blank during the story that Travis was in the middle of telling when he sees you talking to some random guy next to you at the bar. His chest starts to tighten at the site of you talking to another dude instead of being right next to him or at least around him. He wonders to himself is he ever going to get the courage to tell you how feels about you without his best friend wanting to rip his head off or will someday he just be able to shake all of these feelings and just get over you.

You sit there still making small talk to the guy whose name you don’t remember and could care less about even though he will probably be trying to give you his name again along with his number eventually. Your mind was doing many actions at once that you didn’t even notice the bartender placing a couple of drinks to the side of you, if you figured it was for another customer so just completely ignored it and tried focusing on what the dude was blabbing on about.

Phil doesn’t leave your side though and he knows that you don’t know that it’s him standing there next to you, which he is kind of glad about since he is trying to ease drop on the conversation that you're having with this random dude. When Phil see’s the guy fixing the bar stool so he could get closer to you, that is when he decided to leap into action. He picks up his beer that he just got and took a quick sip of it before sliding over a new order of cranberry and vodka in front of where your hands are running through the condensation on the glass and rested his other hand on top of your shoulder.

You jumped immediately when you felt a hand lay on your shoulder and your eyes bugged out when you saw a freshly new drink sitting in front you. You quickly snapped your head around to see Philippe standing there with an adorable goofy grin on his face.

“Philippe Myers you scared the living hell out of me!” You said yelling at him while smacking his arm playfully

Phil just smiled and laughed back at you while rubbing your shoulder. “Sorry princess I didn’t mean to startle you, I was just wanted to come over and make sure that you were okay since you never returned with your drink nor did I receive my happy birthday and hug from you.” He said with arms wide open waiting for his hug like a little kid

“Happy Birthday you leaf eater” You said giggling aloud and giving Phil a huge hug

“I swear I’m going to kill Kevin for that awful nickname”. Phil said shaking his head and taking another sip of his beer

“Also thank you for the drink you didn’t have to do that, you’re the birthday boy. I should be the one buying you drinks.” You said shaking your head and rolling your eyes at him

You completely forget you were in the middle of talking to the random guy next to you, until he cleared his throat and got your attention back.

“I didn’t realize you had, um,” The random guy said trying to figure out how to address the situation next to you

“I don’t,” you say even though you badly wanted to be like yup this is Phil my talented handsome and athletic boyfriend who could kick your ass in a heartbeat. Instead you told him that Phil was your brothers' best friend whose birthday it is and that you are all out here celebrating it.

Phil isn’t sure what to say though, not sure what he should do in this type of situation even though he so badly wants to grab you and say “yeah buddy she’s taken so kindly back off before it gets ugly”. But he doesn’t know how you would feel about that or how you truly feel about him at all. He’s pretty sure he does love you, wait he knows that he is madly in love with you, he just doesn’t know how to express it to you or how to get you to express your feelings towards him. He’s pretty sure that’s why the boys tell him he’s an idiot all the time for not being honest with his emotions or why Kevin gave him that ridiculous lecture a few weeks ago stating that he needs to have a serious talk with both y/b/n and you and let everything off of his chest. He always thought that Sophie was the one for him and that it would be the both of them at the end of time and that they’d have kids who would grow up watching their dad play hockey and spend their summer back home surrounded by friends and family. But now Phil sees how Sophie was never truly the one for him that in fact you have been the dream girl that he has been waiting for his whole life for. Sophie hated when he lost his temper on the ice and hated how he was always in a bad mood after a tough loss and would rather drive home in silence than to pay attention and have a conversation with her the whole way home to his apartment. But again, you completely understood it all and would text him letting him know that you watched the game and that you were always going to be there for him no matter what. Sophie couldn’t stand nor did she want to listen to country or ridiculous poppy music in the kitchen while showing him how to properly bake cookies or whatever else he was in the mood for. Phil suddenly knew that Sophie wasn’t in the relationship for the right reasons anymore, he couldn’t see he himself sitting on the porch swing all morning back in Moncton, New-Brunswick with Sophie and though Phil hasn’t had the chance to enjoy that moment with you yet, you’ve surely had coffee with him enough times on the balcony at his apartment that he knows you’ll love it and now he can’t think of anything he wants more in the world than to see you beside him while the sun rises each and every single day.

Y/n almost finished the drink that you got for her while you lose yourself in visions of your guys friendship and visions of the future and when you pull yourself back where you are still standing behind y/n making the random guy still sitting next to her feel rather awkward while trying his best to hit on her without pissing you off. If only a few of the guys could walk by right about now because they surely would be living for this situation that is brewing.

“Hey man, I know she's your friend and all, and that it’s your birthday but can you just leave us alone for a little while longer and get back to your boys. I promise I’ll send her over to you guys once we are done.” The random said guy said while trying to place his hand on top of your thigh.

“Excuse me what?!” You said practically choking on your drink.

“Oh god are you okay? The guy at the bar asked as he went to go pat your back

But Phil was already on it, patting and rubbing your back. He wasn’t going to let this creep guy touch you in any type of way.

“I’m so sorry y/n I didn’t mean for that to happen. But what I was trying to say is that I liked where are conversation was going and I want to continue to talk to you but it be more of just us. I want to get to know you more and see why you have such a horrible taste in a hockey team.” The guy said with a laugh while pointing out your Philadelphia Flyers shirt underneath your black leather jacket.

You could feel Philippe starting to get uncomfortable behind you, you felt his hand go from your shoulder to your waist. In that very moment, his touch had sent chills down your spine and lit a fire in your chest and you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t love the way he rested his hand on your waist. It felt like complete home and you just wanted him to keep it there forever, but even more now in this moment because you didn’t like where this was going with the guy next to you.

“Excuse me, what is so wrong with my choice of hockey team? You do realize you're sitting in a bar in downtown Philadelphia where like 95% of this place is Flyers fans right? You said side eyeing him while you finish off your drink.

“I do realize that, but to me they are utter trash especially the defense. I don’t know the guy's name or anything, but the one defensive player is a complete waste of talent.” The guy said shaking his head in utter disgust “But I have a feeling that I could totally change your mind and make you switch teams just like that.” He said with a playful smile and a pat to your thigh.

“Which defensive player are you talking about? This whole team has such an amazing talent, especially on defense so I don’t know what you are on about buddy and no, never in a million years will anyone make me switch my team thank you very much.” You said to him and quickly glance back at Phil to give him a reassurance smile that you will never ever let anyone diss him or his team mates like that

“Alright for real man! You gotta go, you keep distracting her from our lovely conversation. Go back and hangout with the boys and like I said once we are done and we both get what we want from this, then she’ll make her way back over.” The guy said with a cocky grin plastered on his face

Phil had enough of this guy, he had enough of him talking about you in that type of way. You weren’t some pawn or game piece to be played with like that.

Phil stepped away from you and your veins immediately went to ice, you missed his touch you tried grabbing for his hand to hold just so you could get warmth back into your body.

“Don’t you ever and I mean EVER talk about her like that again! She isn’t a toy and no you will not send her back when you are “done” because your time is up and I’m not letting her be alone with you anymore you fucking creep.” Phil said between clenched teeth

“Really my dude you want to go there?” The guy said getting off the bar stool and standing in front of Phil. “I haven’t done anything wrong and everything was going perfectly fine until you showed up.” The guy said poking at Phil’s chest

You looked up at the two men, the random guy which you think his name is Brad who knows like you said earlier you weren’t totally paying any attention when he first introduced himself. Anyways this Brad guy had some height and size to him but Phil still had a good five plus inches on the guy and by the way you saw his jaw clench you knew this wasn’t going to end well for Brad or whatever his name is.

“Don’t touch me...don’t touch her...don’t touch anyone and just leave before you regret everything.” Phil said with vile boiling up in his throat

“Enough! The both of you please stop, not right here and not tonight. It’s not worth it, you both are crossing the line right now.” You said jumping to your feet and squeezing yourself in between both men before a punch is thrown.

Thankfully in the meantime your twin brother looked over in your direction and could sense and see the pleading look in both your eyes and your body figure. “Dude something doesn’t seem right.” Y/b/n said while tapping on Kevin’s shoulder and pointing him into the direction at the bar

“Let’s go check it out.” Kevin said in a hurry and headed over to bar where you and Phil were

“Everything alright over here?” Y/b/n said with Kevin right by his side

“Actually, no everything is not okay! This guy couldn’t mind his own damn business and had to ruin a great time and conversation I was having with this lovely lady over here.” Brad had said while pointing his finger over at Phil

“Fuck off dude, you were acting like a complete scum and was treating her like she was a little kid.” Phil spat back

Brad went to go grab his drink off the bar to chuck it at Phil not realizing that you were still standing in between them

“y/n watch out!” Your brother said grabbing and pulling you out of the way and tossing you over to Kevin

At this point, Phil’s blood had boiled over. Every emotion he was feeling that evening was suddenly washed away with anger

“You got to be fucking kidding me, right?” He yelled while trying to go after Brad

“TK come get y/n and bring her outside for some fresh air.” Kevin said calling Travis over

“Come on y/n let's get out of here for a few minutes and get some much-needed fresh air.” Travis said grabbing your waist lightly and walking outside to sit on a bench out front of the bar

You and Travis are sitting on the bench outside in silence at first in the brisk cold Philly air, until you finally spoke up. “This is all my fault...I ruined the night...I ruined his birthday. I should never have come out to begin with, it’s not like he would have cared if I didn’t show up. He is my brother’s best friend, not mine.” You said while picking at the strings from the rip in your jeans.

“Don’t say that y/n you didn’t ruin anything especially Phil’s birthday, and of course he would have cared if you didn’t show up. If he didn’t care if you were here or not than he surely would have not have tried to fight some guy in the bar for you tonight.” Travis said while putting his hand onto your shoulder to ease your mind.

“Maybe it’s for the best if I just go, I’ll order myself an Uber and head to the hotel so you guys can enjoy the rest of the night and Phil can enjoy what’s left of his birthday without me being around to cause any trouble.” You say as you pull out your phone and order an Uber.

Phil doesn’t know what to do and though Kevin, Nolan and your brother all tell him what a moron he is from practically almost killing a guy in a bar.

“Dude, I know how much you like my sister. I’m not stupid nor was I just born yesterday, but man violence isn’t the way of showing her how much she means to you.” Y/b/n said while patting Phil on the head as he is sitting down for once. “Just go outside and talk to her, let her finally know how you feel.”

“I guess you're right, even though I don’t think I can handle any type of rejection right now.” Phil said as he grabs his own coat and heads for the door before anybody else can add on to the chirping.

“y/n before you order yourself an uber, just talk to him. Everything was just a big misunderstanding tonight; I’m sure Phil wouldn’t want to see you leave either.” Travis said while standing up so Phil could sit on the bench next to you.

You don’t even answer Travis or look up from your phone or even realize that Travis had left and that now Phil was the one sitting next to you on the bench until he broke the silence between you two.

“You’re leaving?” He said in a hurt whisper voice

His voice made you snap out of it. “Yeah, I’m going to order an Uber home, it’s better if I just go. I ruined the night and ruined your birthday Phil. I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to cause any drama.” You said while staring at the phone laying in your lap

Phil couldn’t get over how you managed to look so beautiful while you were in a distress state and he hates how you are putting all of the blame on yourself; he knows that you didn’t do anything wrong. “y/n please don’t go...please stay. I’m begging you to stay, I need you to stay.” He said as he reaches for your hand

“I shouldn’t have come, I should have just let you enjoy your birthday night with just the guys and then I could have just seen you tomorrow for brunch or something.” That way you could been talking and flirting with girls, instead of trying to look out for me.” You said as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“Are you kidding me? Out of everyone here, you’re the only one that matters to me, you’re the only one that I care about. That’s why I got so defensive and protective over you when I saw you talking to that guy.” He said while finally grabbing your hand and lacing it with his hoping that you wouldn’t pull away

"I think the word you are looking for is jealous Phil...I have never seen that side of you before. Sure, I have seen you in a protective state many of times, but I have never seen you so damn jealous...especially over a girl like me.” You said slowly looking up at him

You’re just now sitting there staring at him, waiting for a reason to why he acted out in pure jealously tonight. For the past five years Philippe has been nothing more than your brother’s best friend, nothing more than the guy that you had to keep pushing away feelings for because god forbid someone as attractive as him and someone who is way more richer than you could ever fall for a simple average girl like you.

Phil looks right into your eyes, his head cocked a little to the side on the fact that you did in fact call him out for his jealously, but mostly he is confused on why you think that he wouldn’t find you attractive. You’re smart, funny and drop dead gorgeous in his eyes, he doesn’t understand why no guy has made you theirs yet, but again he is glad because the only guy you deserve to be with is him.

Phil isn’t exactly sure what to do or say next, he catches your beauty in the lit light from the street lights and just pulled you in closer to his body.

“I’ve never been in love; you know that right” he said out of the blue and you’re not sure what you were expecting for him to say but it’s not that and Phil can see your brow furrow as he keeps speaking. “I’ve never been in love but I think I could be, or I think that I am in love in already” He said in like a question and now you’re really confused because he could be talking about anyone and from experience love is a thing you know for sure, so you really don’t understand what he is getting at.

“Philippe Myers, what in the fuck are you trying to get at? Why are you bringing this up and where is this coming from? Are you considering reaching back out to Sophie?” You ask with a confused look trying to see if you can get any answers from the look in his eyes.

“God no y/n! It’s you, you’re the one who I am in love with! You’re all the good things somebody could ever want, you’re beautiful and sexy as hell and you’re smarter than everyone else I know combined and yet you’re always there for me when I need someone the most. I have taken our friendship for granted at times, I have let my emotions eat me alive because of what y/b/n might think or react if I told you how I truly felt.”

You simply stared at each other now while holding each others hands with inter lock fingers because you’re trying to process what he’s said and honestly your mind is completely blown away.

“What? You love me?” They’re the first words you speak in several minutes and Phil nods like he has said the wrong thing or like he has disappointed his own mother or something. He’s never been good with feelings or explaining himself.

“Yes y/n, I have loved you since we were eighteen. I have felt feelings for you since the moment I laid eyes on you five years ago. It’s why I chose to sit next to you in class, so I could get to know you better, but your brother must have known my plan or something. I don’t really know,” Phil said as he took a piece of your hair and pushed it back behind your ear. “You’re the person I think of when something good has happened and you’re the person who I want to go to for advice. You’re the girl who I want to call me out for being a dumb idiot and the girl who I want to see in the stands wearing my jersey all the time”

��I already wear your jersey to the games that I go to Phil” you said interrupting him but he shakes his head.

“No, I want to get you the cute special girlfriend jersey that all of the other guys wives and girlfriends wear” he continues on, “I want to bring you to team events as my girl and show you off to the team. I want to move you out here and live with me in my apartment, I want to wake up to you by my side every single day of my life. I want to miss your face and face-time you until you fall asleep on me when I’m away on a road game. I can’t keep these feelings inside of me any longer y/n and I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way. I just...I just need to get all of this off of my chest before I explode.

“I love you.” Is all that you could say right now

“Don’t say it unless you mean it, y/n,” Phil whisper and you think that he might actually break down and cry, you’re not even sure yourself that you won’t break down and cry with him because you can feel the tears prick in your eyes and so you blink a few times to try and control them.

“I’m serious Phil, I’m so in love with you. These past five years I have been pushing my emotions and feelings for you away because I knew you were just my brother’s best friend and I thought that never in a million years that a guy so fucking hot would ever see a normal girl like me beautiful. Plus, I didn’t want to hear all the comments and chirping from y/b/n in case you didn’t feel the same way and ruin your guys friendship.” You said inching closer to him

Phil grabs you and pulls you into his lap, so he could wrap his arms around your waist and you could wrap your arms around his neck, with your legs hanging off to the side. The two of you stay there for what seemed like a few minutes or hours or days, you’re not really sure until Phil leans in and kisses you so very carefully. “I have been waiting for years to kiss those lips of yours”. He said leaning his forehead against yours and pushes your hair back once more, before bringing his lips back down to yours.

You kiss him back so loving and passionately, not wanting to break from him in case for some strange reason he changes his mind or says that this was all just a joke and that your brother dared him to say all of this to you and kiss you.

The rest of the guys walk out of the bar. “Let’s go love birds we are going to continue the birthday celebration at your place Myers.” Kevin said smacking him in the back of the head

“Ugh, I think I’m gonna be sick...my best friend and my twin sister...what did I ever do to anyone to deserve this.” Y/b/n said covering his face and shaking his head

“Just think about it this way my dude, if when I ever decide to propose and marry her, you will officially become my brother in law.” Phil said laughing while smacking his best friends' shoulder

The Uber pulled up in front of the bar and everyone climb in to the car, so they can all head back to Phil’s apartment. You and Phil climbed into the very back of the Uber in which he pulled you close next to him.

“This is one birthday that I will always remember and never ever forget.” He said wrapping his arm around you and smiling into your hair

You giggled softly and looked up at him with a stupid grin on your face. “Oh yeah, why is that? Is it, because you almost kicked some scumbag's ass in the bar tonight or...” You said laughing and burring your face into his shoulder

“No, it’s because I finally told my dream girl how much I am in love with her and how I never want to hide my feelings for her ever again.” Phil said leaning in and kissing you like how you imagine all the Disney princes kissed their beloved princesses.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 3 years

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You’re pretty nuts too.

Nrgh...!

*As Kaede and Shuichi rush at him, Kokichi runs to a ladder and climbs to the level above him. From his vantage point, he aims his gun down at them.

Ah! Move!

Wah!

*They dodge out the way. After firing, Kokichi continues running. Shuichi stops for a second to examine the bullets.

These are non-lethal rounds, just like mine...

He’s not trying to kill us. He’s just trying to slow us down.

Kaede, there’s some stairs that way. Take them, I’ll go up the ladder!

Got it!

*Shuichi and Kaede split up. Shuichi climbs the ladder to the second level, cornering Kokichi on a balcony.

Ah...

...

Ahaha...I guess I really am just supposed to be an Evil Supreme Leader...

After all, every time I genuinely try to do something nice, YOU always get in the way! It’s like you’re trying to make me the villain of the story!

You’re doing that to yourself!

You always have the right thing in mind Kokichi, but you always choose the worst possible method! People get hurt, and some even die because of what you do!

Mikado is too important to Tsumugi and Zetsubou. Eliminating him will deal a swift blow of justice to the Organization!

This has nothing to do with “justice!” You’re just bearing a grudge!

Tch...I don’t know why I didn’t see it sooner...

Trying to do things the right way...was a mistake! It’s always a mistake!

Mercy has always been the wrong way out of things!

What, and murder is the right way!?

Gah...!

*In the time it takes for Shuichi to confront Kokichi, Kaede makes it to the second floor.

Murder is never the answer! I-It never should be!

No matter how bad a person is, you shouldn’t take their life just because you don’t like them!

...Tell that to Rantaro, wherever he’s ended up...

I didn’t kill Rantaro!

So what!? You TRIED to, and that’s what mattered!

See this Shuichi? How can you criticize me, when a would be murderer is teaming up with you right now!? Are these really the people you’re trying to protect!?

...

Kaede! Don’t listen! He’s trying to guilt trip you!

You want to sacrifice yourself for Keebo?

GO AHEAD!

*BANG!*

UGHG!

KAEDE!

*Kokichi aims his gun at Kaede, and pulls the trigger. Instinctively, Kaede raises her hands, as if to stop the bullet or catch it. The rubber bullet hits her in her right palm, and she yelps in pain, clutching her bleeding bruise.

Nrgh!

HAP!

*BANG!*

Nrgh!

*Kokichi tries to fire another round at her, but Shuichi leaps over the railing and jumps in the way. The bullet grazes his shoulder.

Murder is wrong...Trust the system...Violence isn’t the answer...

Everyone picks and chooses what they believe!

Well, this is MY belief!

Ragh!

UGH!

*While he’s distracted, Kaede jumps out from behind Shuichi, as Kokichi aims at him. She rushes and charges into Kokichi, sending him falling off the railing.

Wah! WAAAH!

OH NO!

KOKICHI!

*Kaede very nearly knocks Kokichi into the lava vat, but she and Shuichi run and grab both his legs before he can fall.

Nrgh...dammit...

Hah!

*BANG!*

AAAH!

ACK! Yrghh!

*Kokichi aims and fire’s a rogue bullet at Shuichi, that just misses his face. It fatigues him, and he stumbles back and lets go. Kaede is supporting his whole body weight, with one brutally injured hand. Unable to hold him, she lets go.

Ragh!

*Thankfully, before Kokichi can fall into the vat, he grabs an iron pipe jutting out from the wall and swings off it. He safely lands on the first level.

Kaede, are you ok?

I’ll be alright, just don’t let him get away!

Got it!

*After ensuring she’ll be alright, Shuichi leaps off the second floor and drops and rolls to safety.

Hahaha! See ya, sucker!

Think again bitch!

Huh!?

Hoyah!

UGH!

*Before Kokichi can make it to the exit, Miu and Mii-Yu get in his way. Mii-Yu hits him back and Miu shoots him with an electro-gun.

Grgrghrghrhrh!

Phew...Thanks Miu...

No problem...

*She stands over the Ultimate Supreme Leader.

I’ve been waitin’ a long time for this, you piece of dogshit...Karma wants it’s debts paid, and I’m here to collect...

...

Shuichi...after everything we’ve been through together...This is how it ends?

It’s not over Kokichi...I won’t let you come to harm. I won’t let anything bad happen to you...

But for the love of god, please, just stop this! We can fight Mikado together, we can end things together!

...I believed in you...Like I’ve never believed in anything before...

But now...I have no more room for that...I HATE BEING LIED TOOO!!!

Huh!?

MIU! MOVE!

RAGH!

HGUH!

MIUUUUU!!

*Without a word of warning, Kokichi pulls a knife out of his pocket and stabs Miu in the shoulder!

YOU-!

RAGAGHAGHA!

Nrgh! Ugh! Ack!

*Wasting no time, Kokichi grabs a metal pipe, rips it out of place, and proceeds to beat Mii-Yu’s head in with it. The robot girl eventually recoils.

Shit! M-Mii-Yu! UGH!

*Clutching her wound, Miu crawls towards Mii-Yu, only for Kokichi to step on her hand.

Stay down Miu...I’d hate to have to “kill” you twice...ehehehe...

Hehehehehehehe...HAHAHA!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAAHAHAAAA!!!

...

HRAGH!

*BANG!*

*Steeling himself, Shuichi yanks his gun out of the holster and aims at Kokichi. He swiftly pulls the trigger, and the bullet soars towards him, but Kokichi raises his own gun and deflects it.

Eat this!

*BANG!*

*The exact same scene happens, except Shuichi blocks Kokichi’s bullet this time. The two keep firing bullets at each other, not making contact, until they are within range...

HYAH!

Hugh!

*Kokichi whips out his dagger, and tries to slice Shuichi, but Shuichi blocks with his baton.

Huh?

I learned this one from Tenko!

*Shuichi grabs Kokichi’s scarf and belt, and using all his strength, he throws him over his shoulder, slamming him face first into the ground.

Ehehehehe...HAHAHAHAHA!

Huh?

Ah!

*Unbeknownst to Kokichi, while this whole spat is going on, Kaede is hurridly trying to move Keebo from his place above the vat.

Bitch!

*Kokichi lurches up and leaps over the railings, making a charge headfirst for Kaede...

(He’s not trying to leave...? Of course he’s not...he can’t just leave Keebo here...)

Shuichi! Grab this!

Huh?

*Clutching her wound, Miu throws an object to Shuichi. After catching it, he finds out that it’s a grappling hook.

Thanks! Are you ok?

We have medkits this time, and Mii-Yu’s injuries aren’t bad! I can fix them!

*Aiming for the second layer, Shuichi firs the grappling hook and soars up!

Waaah!

Nrgh!

HAAH!

*BANG!*

Nrgh...

Huh?

Nrgh...!

*There is a loud bang, and Kaede braces for impact. However, the bullets aren’t fired from Kokichi’s gun. While airborne, Shuichi aims and shoots Kokichi’s hand as he aims.

Dammit! Take this!

*BANG!*

AAAH!

*Kokichi recovers and whirls around, shooting the line of Shuichi’s grappling hook. Shuichi falls down, thankfully missing any of the lava vats, but severely wounds his shins as he lands.

Ugh!

Shuichi!

You’re next!

Grgh!

*With rage built up inside her, Kaede defiantly runs towards Kokichi. He aims and fires at her again, but she moves out of the bullet path, and after flipping off the ledge, she kicks the gun out of his hand.

No!

*Before Kokichi can grab the gun, it tumbles into the lava vat.

Nrgh!

Hoof!

Ack! Ugh!

*Kokichi, trembling with anger, swings at Kaede, who blocks his attack. She then grabs his and slams him into the railing. With the wind knocked out of him, Kaede throws him into the parallel railing and tries to punch him out.

Nrgh!

Grr!

Nragh!

AH!

*Kokichi blocks her swing, and then grabs her by the vest collar. He thrusts her into the railing, and tries to smash her head in.

Yah!

Nrgh!

*CLANG!*

OOGH!

HIYAAAAH!

ARGCHK!

*Kaede moves out of the way, Kokichi strongly hitting the bar instead of her. Shaken off, Kaede grabs him by the back of the head and slams his face into the railing. After he’s fatiqued from that blow, Kaede delivers the strongest uppercut she can directly to his jaw. Kokichi lands in a crumped mess on the railing, just above the lava vat.

NihihihihihiHAHAHAHAHA!

Gotta say...For someone who’s never fought before, you sure know how to throw a punch...

I’m just lucky my opponent isn’t that strong...

Ooh...Low blow girl...

*Kokichi suddenly lurches up after his chuckle, and throws Kaede into the railing. He then whips out his dagger and stabs her in the lower back.

UGH!

Hahahahahahah!

*Kokichi performs a hit and run, and after removing his dagger, he beelines it for the factory control room. Kaede clutches her wound and chases him.

What the heck...?

*As soon as she steps into the room, she stumbles back, as she notices that there’s a matress, and a board with tacks stuck in it, holding up several pictures of the killing game.

...

...What? You thought I lived in the cabaret?

I’ve been planning this since Tsumugi first woke me up, you know? As soon as I found out she had an AI companion, I conspired this...

That girl put me and the rest of us through so much shit...There’s no way we could ever be friends...

...Kokichi...

You know Kaede, I’m honestly kind of envious...

Shuichi didn’t stop even after you died...He upheld his promise to you to the very end...

I spent so long looking after him...admiring him...I wanted to be like him...To be LOVED like him...

I...lost myself...

*He turns around and readies his dagger.

But now...It’s all for nothing...!

*He lunges at Kaede and swings at her a few times. She keeps dodging, and then punches Kokichi round the face.

Ugh! ehehehehe....

Kokichi, stop this! We can get you help!

Help? What, you gonna send me to a mental asylum!?

That’s not what I said! I-

Ah!

*Before Kaede can explain herself, Kokichi lurches back up and tries to attack her again. Kaede dodges and then whips out her electric taser.

Hup!

Nrgh!

*Kokichi grabs her wrist before she can shock his neck.

Have a taste of your own medicine!

Ah! AAAAAH!

*With a surprising amount of strength, Kokichi flips on the taser, and while it’s still in Kaede’s hand, he moves her wrist and makes her shock herself in the head.

Nrgh...

*Kaede flops to the floor, and Kokichi approaches her with the dagger, cackling.

Nihihihihihihi!

RAGH!

GRAAAAAGGH!

*Kaede recovers before Kokichi has a chance to stab her, and plunges the taser straight into his stomach. He falls onto the control panel, and, unmercifully, Kaede shocks him over and over again.

I don’t want to kill you! Just stay down!

NEVER!

AAAH!

*While being shocked, Kokichi musters the strength and stabs Kaede in the thigh with his dagger.

Nrgh....HRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!

AAAH!

*Suddenly, Kaede slams Kokichi’s head into the control panel, yanks the dagger out of her thigh, and...

HAAAH!

EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH

*...stabs Kokichi straight through his hand, pinning him to the panel! Kokichi screams in pain.

RRGGH!

YAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

*In a last minute effort to win, Kokichi tries to swipe at Kaede with his hand, but the amnesiac pianist simply powers up her taser to the highest level, and plunges it straight into Kokichi’s chest. With that...he slumps to the floor, hand still pinned to the control panel with his own dagger.

*heavy pained breathing*

*heavy breathing...*

*THUD!*

*With no more energy, Kaede also slumps down and leans against the opposite wall.

*heavy panting* Y-You...

are nuts...!

H-Hey...I’m not the one who went trigger happy with a taser...

Well, I’M not the one who tries to cut YOU open...

Y-You know what? T-Touche...

This hurts like shit though...just letting you know...Eheheheheee. *cough* *splutter*

...I r-really...wanted to be the hero, you know?

...

But...I guess I just...can’t...

What you’re doing...it’s heroic...You’re trying to stop Zetsubou and protect people...

But the way you’re going about it...isn’t right...Surely you don’t want to throw away any chance you have of bringing Keebo back, right?

I’m pretty sure if given the choice...*cough!* He’d...gladly make the sacrifice...

I mean...he blew himself up to end the killing game, right...?

You might be...right...You’re making it really hard for me to feel good about stopping you from causing more damage...

That’s...the point...

You know, I should hate you and Shuichi for what you’re doing right now...

But...ehehe...I don’t...I’ve had so much fun with you and Shuichi since we first met...

But...hey...I have one last question...Just one...*splutter* *cough*

What?

Do you think...Shuichi ever cared about me?

Do you think...he ever saw me as a companion...? As...a friend?

...

I...I’m probably not the one you should be asking about that...but...if I were to take a guess...

...?

Without a doubt...There’s no way he would have ever abandoned you...

Even if no one else felt that way, if we were in a dire situation, he would never leave you behind...

And I mean...Never...!

...Ehehehe...Nihihihi...

See...? You see Kaede...?

...?

You’re...ehe...*cough!*

Pretty...nuts...too...

*Kokichi falls into unconsciousness...

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #danganronpa new world order #drnwo #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #miu iruma #miiyu #m11-yu #oumasai #saimatsu #the amnesiac and the alter ego arc

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banjodanger · 3 years

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X-Men: Days Of Future Past(2014);or, How To Squander Potential Without Really Trying

Yes, I should absolutely have posted this by now. However, what I actually did was doomscroll twitter and refresh three news websites constantly for a week and a half and give myself anxiety attacks.

We live in a country where seventy million people thought Trump was anything more than dogshit in semi-human form. Three turds in a poorly-tailored suit. Ugh. Can we please get just have a candidate that supports UBI and M4A? Like, basic human rights?

Anyway.

Let’s get something out of the way. The Rogue Cut is the best version of this movie. Hell, it’s the best of the core X-Men movies. They made a mistake not releasing this in theatres, because I can easily say this movie has everything that make the X-Men team great. It’s dramatic, there are fights, the movie is horny...it is everything you would want out of this movie. It builds off of what made First Class great and continues that story, while still bringing in the characters that made the first three two movies enjoyable.

Even things that didn’t work in previous movies comes back here and get a chance to succeed. Ellen Page was used as a dramatic tool in the(ugh) third one and her version of Kitty Pryde really suffered as a result. I won’t act like she’s given much more to do in this film, but she’s a bit more clearly defined. Her conversation with Logan involves more characterization than the entirety of the third movie. And by bringing in Rogue as Kitty’s salvation at Bobby’s expense, you get a dramatic tension that Ratner either isn’t capable or has never bothered to try.

I think what really makes this movie, and The Rogue Cut specifically, distinct is the amount of world-building it does. The expanded cut gives time to suggest Quicksilver’s mother is a alcoholic, which goes to explain his own risk-taking behavior. It suggests a world that exists beyond his moments in the movie, and that’s something this series has been extremely lacking in. A flaw in this series, and indeed in the entire superhero genre, is a fear of showing these characters as anything other than ON. It’s ok to allow these characters to breathe. Do we need to see his mother’s frustration and coping mechanism? No. But it brings us further into this world

Specifically, take a look at when Beast asks Logan if he makes it in the future. In the theatrical moment it’s a brief aside during the final battle. It’s not a bad choice, Hoult has played Beast as someone who is conflicted and not extremely self-assured; it makes sense that his character would look for encouragement before running off. However, in the Rogue Cut it’s placed before any excitement. We still get the character beat but here it is allowed to breathe, given it’s own room and it’s own focus. It’s seperate and distinct and much better as a result.

All of which makes everything that comes after this movie all the more frustrating. This movie goes out of its way to put the franchise in a new spot, and then it does nothing with it. Hugh Jackman and Ryan Reynolds give us some great solo movies but Hugh Jackman has continuously been the highlight of this franchise, and Ryan Reynolds has basically been auditioning for Deadpool his whole career. There’s a reason he’s the only actor making the transition to Marvel from this series.

While I do still consider this the high point of the franchise, I do wonder if, in hindsight, the movie deserves a little reconsideration. Obviously hard work was put into making this movie, but where does the hard work go? Assume for a second Disney hadn’t consumed Fox into its gaping maw, as to go all intellectual property on its own sullen death march. Apocalypse had certain moments of fun but still brought nothing new to the series, and everything after Deadpool 2 was bogged down in reshoots and delayed releases(Dark Phoenix was originally scheduled for 2018, hardly the delay New Mutants got but by no means did it help.)

Which leads us into problematic stuff. You can’t make an X-Men movie at Fox without some problematic stuff, there’s an ancient incantation in the first movie or something. I mentioned this in the last post, but let’s go through it again. Days of Future Past is a Kitty Pryde story, not a Wolverine story. I get not introducing Rachel Summers and in fact I’m glad they didn’t. And before you get mad, Rachel Summers is a great character. But this movie introduces a half-dozen characters for their “film debuts,” and apart from Quicksilver it wastes every single one of them. Fox does this throughout the entire series too, and I’d rather they not introduce a character than use them for a cameo. This series introduced Jubilee three separate times to literally forget about it in the next scene, so yea, we should be happy they left this character for the inevitable Marvel reboot.

But they had already introduced Kitty. She’s supposed to be the main character in this story. Days of Future Past, in the comics, was Kitty Pryde’s first major story. She was coming in as the brand new character right after the Dark Phoenix Saga which(in case you somehow didn’t know) saw Jean Grey’s death and Cyclops leave the X-Men. It’s not a huge arc but it gave a brand new character a memorable introduction. And in the movie, she’s pushed to a supporting role. This isn’t to say Jackman isn’t great in his role, but that’s something that has been proven time and again. If the movie as a whole was about acknowledging the mistakes, then it stands out that they’re unable to cede the spotlight to another character. People have devoted time and energy to documenting all the ways female superheroes have gotten neglected and pushed to the side, and a lot of those thinkpieces are done by better writers than I. So I’ll just say that Kitty Pryde is absolutely a character that deserves better than this treatment.

This movie does play fast and loose with history and I’d be remiss if I didn’t make notice here. The Paris Accords were signed in January of 1973, so Peter’s Dark Side of the Moon shirt and Hello Hooray are anachronistic by about a month’s time. Though RFK stadium was there, Washington did not currently have a baseball team in 1973. So, it’s nice that guy is maintaining the baseball diamond but he’s probably doing it for free, and Erik’s probably better off not accepting his help. It deserves mention, however, that this movie doesn’t gloss over the fact that the US decisively lost the Vietnam war. It’s not a huge leap but considering Hollywood in the eighties made “winning the Vietnam War” its own subgenre the change is respectable. The advent of examining DNA is also anachronistic by about forty years. As the last two core films in this series are both set up as period pieces I believe it becomes more necessary to call out these mistakes.

Throughout all of this I feel like this is an essential movie in the franchise. I also don’t think it would have the same impact without watching the six previous movies in the franchise. Not to say people wouldn’t enjoy it, but there’s some jokes and plot beats that I don’t think would hit the same. It’s nothing compared to where the MCU is now(in half the time no less), but I think Marvel as a studio had the benefit of seeing other studios screw up. Fox, in 2000, had no blueprint. I think a move like DOFP was always going to become inevitable, but that it would turn out so well was not. In the end, this movie proves that a launching pad does nothing if you cannot grab that next rung.

Up Next: Ryan Reynolds ensures this franchise will have a second legacy, and finishes out the longest streak of solid movies in this whole franchise.

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@evanlilydanser Here is your request! i hope you enjoy it!

As the Storm’s End enters Arya’s line of sight a chill crawls up her spine. It was the first time in years that Arya felt nervous about anything. She stands proudly and grips the railing tightly. She was Arya Stark. Kingslayer, world savior, Azor Ahai to some, and the daughter of Ned and Cat Stark. She would not fear returning to a place she never called home. After all, she was heading back to Winterfell after this. Davos already swore to deliver her maps to King’s Landing once she got them to him.

“I can see the castle! It’s so big!”

“Not as big as Winterfell my little Snowflake.” Arya teases as the little girl next to her starts to get excited.

“Is this Westeros?”

“Yes, it is. You see that is just the bay up ahead but the towers in the distance are your father’s castle. Then we’ll go to visit your aunt and uncles.” Arya promises as she has promised a hundred times before.

“Like Uncle Bran. The raven man who visits my dreams?” She bends down and wraps her arms around her daughter. She didn’t fear the raven’s visits but her daughter’s behavior was often erratic afterward. The last time the Raven had visited was a week ago. The night after she had decided to sail back home to Westeros. She was twice as energetic afterward. Sometimes even picking up Needle and running throughout the ship below deck with the weapon swinging wildly in her hands. It was days before she had calmed down. Arya had had to take Needle and hid it so she didn’t hurt anybody. Now after long travels, her daughter would finally be able to put faces to all the names she knows.

Arya sets her daughter on the rail in front of her. Instinctually her hands grab for the rail. Arya wraps her arms around her daughter’s stomach as her small hands hold them both against the rail. Seven years she had been gone. Seven years she had spent mapping out the west that was West of Westeros. The mysterious seas and lands no others have had the chance to know.

Arya had seen so much of it. Almost all of it with her daughter by her side. She squeezes her daughter closer to her as they get closer to the land. She had only written Gendry one letter. A letter to tell him that she was pregnant with his child back after she had gone a third month without her moon blood. She never got a reply so she never wrote another letter. When she wrote to her sister about deciding to come back Sansa had insisted she dock south at Storm’s end first. When Ser Davos sent her a letter he wanted much the same.

So here Arya was returning home to confront her child’s father and her family. She hopes her findings are enough to smooth over any hurt with her family. Yet with Gendry she knows it won’t affect things. It won’t fix them.

“Mommy are you okay?” Her daughter asks as she squirms in her grip. She wiggles until she was able to look at her mother’s face.

“Of course it is my little kitten,” Arya promises as she pats down her daughter’s hair. Her hair was a gorgeous black. While her father’s had looked like coal her’s was an inky color. Solid, and glossier then Gendry’s ever was. Her face was long but her jaw was shaped like his as well. Arya remembers tracing her fingers along that jaw before leaving. It was all in an attempt to remember him as well as she could before she would leave. Was she remembering it well at all?

“You’re sad.” Her kitten claims as she frowns.

“No, I’m not sad. I just haven’t been back for a long time.” Arya explains.

“Docking! We’re docking!” The men shout back and forth as the crew prepares to dock and tie down the vessel. Arya squeezes her arms around her daughter once more as the men behind them start running back and forth. Her kitten always became frightened whenever the men began to run on the deck. Ever since Addam fell off and drowned when he went running. Arya had told her it was only because it was raining and the deck was extra slippery. None of that helped, however.

“Mom! There are people there!”

Arya chuckles as her daughter starts to count them. She never realized how much she took for granted that people worked on docks. This would be her daughter’s first time meeting someone who wasn’t their crew. Hopefully, it’ll be a positive experience for her. Arya lifts her little girl up, setting her on top of her shoulders.

“Is my little kitten ready to meet Westeros?”

“Yeah! I’m going to kick it!”

“You can’t kick a whole country sweetie.”

“She can try!” Shouts Durran her second in command. He was wearing his finest clothes today in anticipation of getting to see home. The Stormlands man had sailed for two decades before Arya had found and hired him in Kingslanding. He had almost as much of an interest in the West as she did.

“Uncle Durran! Wanna kick Westeros with me?” She asks excitedly basically jumping on her mother’s shoulders.

“I thought I did when I left it. Or that I would kick it before I got back at least.” Durran jokes making a swift move across his neck with his finger for Arya to see.

“Glad you survived. Now you can help guide us to the castle in Storm’s End.” Arya points out pleasantly.

He offers her a raised eyebrow. “I thought the captain would want to go North first.” He points out as her little kit reaches out for him. Durran takes her in his own arms and holds her still as Arya looks back out towards the docks.

“In time, Durran, I will.” She looks softly at her daughter. Her black hair flying in the wind. The way the strands fly reminds her of the way a squid’s tentacles move when it was first being dragged out of the water. She almost looks more like a Greyjoy then a Baratheon. Arya frowns as the thought floats through her head.

“We are going to visit my father first!” her little kit announces. Durran hugs her tighter to him careful to press a hand over the ear that wasn’t against his chest.

“Does the lord know you’re coming?”

“His Lordship probably does.” She looks over to see they were being tied down at the docks now. “I guess we’ll find out if my brother sent him notice or not.”

“Pardon me captain, but I know we were out of paper yet I feel like you should have tried to send some sort of message to him. Lords don’t like sudden interruptions.” Durran’s voice is low as he talks. His eyebrows burrow down and his usual smile was gone. He was concerned about them. After all these years away Arya’s crew had grown to be her family. Her pack. His concern was valid but Durran didn’t know Gendry. No one knows Gendry like she does.

“Don’t worry Durran. It all be okay.”

“If you say so Captain. I still insist that Coratt, Rufus, and I come with you.”

“If you three come who should we trust command of the ship with?”

“Hugh can watch it. He been taking on more responsibility as of late. I trust him not to run off with the ship.” Durran explains letting go of her daughter’s ears as the girl pulls at his hand.

“Fine.” Arya looks around to see that Hugh was currently hanging off the side of the ship. He tugs on the rope to check it’s strength. “Hugh guess what?” She shouts across the deck. Hugh looks up with surprise. He lets go of the rope for a minute only to immediately start falling back. Arya offers Durran a speculative glance. Only for him to smile proudly as Hugh scrambles back up by using the rope.

“You’re in charge while we’re gone! Corrat, Rufus, you’re both coming with us to Storm’s End!” She rolls her eyes as they Durran’s smile grows. “Happy now?”

“Yes, Captain!”

“Good. Now, do you wanna go on shore Little Cat?” Her daughter cheers as she scrambles out of Durran’s hold. Arya grabs Durran’s shoulder as her daughter runs towards the ramp the men were still setting up. She squeezes it before offering a small smile. After everyone, she lost Arya was finally home. All those years without payment, without ever knowing what would happen next he had remained steadfast. A loyal ally on the cold, un-caring seas.

“Your welcome milady.” Durran rests his hand on top of hers. He squeezes it in return as Arya watches her daughter touch Westerosi soil for the first time in her life.

“I’m no lady Durran.”

“No. I don’t imagine you ever were Captain.”

“Mother!” As her kitten’s scream fills the air Arya’s heart constricts. Feeling as if someone had just punched her square in the chest, she runs. Letting go of Durran Arya pulls out her valyrian dagger. She leaps over the side railing of her ship and lands on the edge of the boardwalk.

Almost immediately she spots her men running for her daughter. As she runs with them she finally spots her. Her daughter was standing in front of a man looking as if she was about to cry. The man however was was on his knees waving his hands up and down. His face was covered in a hood, and judging from the rest of his attire he was a commoner.

“Don’t cry! Please stop crying,” the man begs. As he looks up and sees all fourteen of the men and her running at him his face pales.

Arya grabs her kitten and pulls her away as Tomas and Brandon tackle the man down. She points her dagger at him as she looks over her daughter. “Are you hurt? Why did you scream?”

“I was running to land and then out of nowhere, the man was there. I could get past him. He looked scary. Mom I think he’s a giant!”

“He didn’t touch you, or try to pick you up?”

“No.” Her daughter looks up a ther with big, confused steel grey eyes.

“Sweetie there are going to be lots of people you won’t recognize. You should only scream like that if you feel unsafe.”

“But he’s a giant!”

“The last giants died in the last great war of Westeros. I’ve told you that my dear. Just because the men of the crew aren’t as tall as him doesn’t make him a giant.”

“You’re shorter than all your men!” The man announces boldly as he tries to push off Tomas. Brandon was barely helping to keep him down as his arm stays on the man’s shoulders.

“You should know better than to scare a little girl.” Arya retorts waving Brandon off. The brown haired riverlander motions for Tomas to let go.

“Yeah well you’re little girl shouldn’t be alone on the docks. I thought she was lost.”

Arya holds her daughter’s hand tightly as she glares at the man. “My name is Arya Stark. Sister to Queen Sansa Stark of the North. If you touch my daughter again my men won’t be the ones you have to deal with.”

Somehow the man’s hood had stayed on during the attack. His face was covered but she could see his lips make a little o shape. He hadn’t been expecting royalty to come through. Arya knew she shouldn’t be so quick to threaten a stranger, but strangers were dangerous in Westeros. They often brought death on their heels.

“Throwing titles around like that. How do I know you are who you say you are? Princess Arya has been lost for years.”

“I’ve returned.” She growls through gritted teeth.

“Aye and with a little girl!” He was angry, his tone vicious and accusatory. “From what I heard Arya Stark loved no man. Now you say you’re here and even have a child. How old is that girl?”

“I’m eight years.” Her daughter answers as Durran comes up. He rests a hand on Arya’s shoulder. His eyes asking her what she wanted to be done.

“Please take my daughter Durran. I do not want us to have to chase after her on our entire way to Storm’s End.”

“Yes Captain Stark,” Durran adds emphasis on her name as he takes her daughter.

The man was as quiet as stone now. His lip was pressed in a thin line. The edges of his frown twitching as he stares at her. “I imagine that’s the girl’s father. He should better watch her too. What if I had been someone dangerous?”

“I still don’t know that you aren’t.” She retorts lifting her blade up towards his neck. Arya doesn’t even bother to respond to the notion of Durran fathering her child. This random man had no right to that information. She takes a few steps at the man. His frown deepens as she gets closer. His arms were shaking at his sides and from the lack of bulges in his pockets he had no money. He could have been trying to ransom her little girl. Unless he spoke the truth and honestly had no idea who she was. Arya somehow doubted that. There weren’t many women who were captains around this part of Westeros. When she was only her blade’s length away from the man she realizes the sides of his face were wet. He was crying.

“Who are you?”

The man pulls his head down furiously. Wet, blue eyes meet her gaze. Arya freezes as she realizes that this was his lordship, Gendry Baratheon. He takes a step closer to her, completely ignoring the tip of the dagger. It digs into his shirt as he takes another step closer. Arya pulls the weapon away from him as Gendry speaks.

“Bran said to watch for your ship. I’ve been here for three weeks. Ever since I received his letter. Davos has been taking care of Storm’s End for me.” He explains still watching her. His tears still flowing freely from his eyes. “You have a daughter?” His voice sounds heartbroken. Arya suddenly becomes acutely aware that her men have all started heading back to the ship. All save for Durran who remained steadfastly by her side. She looks down at his feet. She knows she has to look at some part of him. Even if it wasn’t his face like he deserved.

“We have a daughter,” she explains suddenly feeling breathless. She waits a moment for him to yell, to accuse her of lying. To demand that she leaves, but when nothing happens she looks back at him. He was staring at their daughter now. Arya reaches out for his face. She stops herself and leaves her cupped hand there. In the air between them unsure of if she was even allowed to touch him anymore. She hadn’t imagined it going like this. Arya hadn’t felt so unsure of everything when she first arrived. How had he changed everything in a matter of moments? How was he always able to do that with her?

“Her name is Cat.”

“Your mother,” he realizes finally looking back at her. “Arya, why did,”

“I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure if I would ever come back. Then there was an accident and we haven’t had ink in years. We ran out of paper a year ago. So only Bran knows.” Only because Bran did not need letters to know.

Gendry looks hurt as he grabs her cupped hand. He pushes his cheek into it and holds her there.

“He should have told me. You should have,” His breath catches and Gendry squeezes his eyes shut. “Gods Arya I’ve waited so long for you to return. I thought you dead, and now,” he looks back at Little Cat. His tears slowly dry up and his lips curl up. “I’ve missed so much.”

Arya rubs her thumb over his cheek. “We’ll catch each other up.” She makes the promise without thinking. She realizes after that they may never be caught up. He had missed so much of their daughter’s life thanks to her. She had stolen it all away from him. From them.

“Little kitten, meet your father.” She nods to Durran. The man sets Cat down and whispers something into her ear.

“My father is a giant?” The girl asks in all seriousness.

The three adults laugh together at her. “She’s bull-headed,” Arya explains apologetically.

“Just like her father.” Gendry lets go of her and bends back down to Cat’s level. This time with his hood down and a smile on his face. “Hey there Cat.”

“Are you my Uncle Jon? You have dark hair like Jon is supposed to.”

Arya sighs. “Cat I just said this was your father. Don’t be rude.”

Cat laughs and holds her stomach as she bends over. “I know that. I was playing a joke. Uncle Bran said dad likes jokes.”

Gendry looks at Arya, confused. Arya shrugs and motions to her head. Bran was always doing weird mind things. Gendry smiles, half-understanding. That was as much as anyone could understand. “I have no idea where your Uncle Bran got that idea, but I am far taller than your Uncle Jon.”

Arya steps away as the two talk. Durran follows her lead. Gently he takes her arm and guides her a few feet away from them. His face was a mix of joy, and concern. “Captain?” He looks back at Gendry and Cat. “Are you sure this is okay? If this is how your Lord Gendry reacts, how will your family?”

“Better than him,” Arya admits smiling at her family. Sansa and Gendry were the two she was expecting to react the worse. If this was how little drama there was from Gendry then she expects even less from her sister. Especially since Bran had more than likely told her or Tyrion. If it was the latter then Tyrion had definitely written to her sister. Cat grabs Gendry’s hands and compares them to her own. When she grabs parts of her hair and places them on top of his head Arya realizes she was seeing how much of her father was in her. A child’s curiosity was an amazing thing.

“It’s good to be home.” As Arya speaks Durran smirks, and for a moment she thought she saw a strand of white in the first mate’s hair. As she blinks the sun out of her eyes it’s gone again.

“Welcome home Arya Stark.”

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just-a-spark · 4 years

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The Before, and The After Part 15

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content (18+ to be safe)

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Summery: A wealthy classmate of Meg’s becomes close to the family, a little too close to the playboy grandson of Harlan Thrombey. The events leading up to, and following, Harlan Thrombey’s death.

Lizzie breathed deeply, gripping the gun with shaking hands as she looked in the side mirror. She saw the police officer leading Ransom approaching. They would pass her and head to one of the squad cars parked up ahead. She’d already cut the power to the ignition, ensuring Blanc couldn’t follow her.

She had one chance to get this out without having to use the weapon.

She swallowed and adjusted her large bag on her shoulder, being extra cautious to stay silent as she unlocked the SUV and opened the door. She left the passenger door open as she slowly followed behind the police officer. Ransom didn’t look around, staring ahead blankly even when the man carefully shoved him into the backseat of the cruiser.

Lizzie stalked her prey, lifting the handle of the gun behind the officer’s head as he swung open the driver’s door. She brought the handle down against his skull as hard as she could muster, enough to knock him unconscious.

That caught Ransom’s attention, and he yelped through the open driver’s door, “Eliza? What the hell are you doing?”

She stood wordlessly over the cop for a moment, making sure he wouldn’t stir awake and see her, but he laid face down on the ground beside the car. Ransom tried to pull her back to reality, calling her name, “Eliza! Eliza, get out of here!”

Finally she shook herself awake from her daze, scooping down to grab the keys from the officer’s hand and sliding into the driver’s seat of the police cruiser with little effort. She grunted as she pulled the seat belt over her stomach, continuing to ignore Ransom’s pleads for her to leave.

“Eliza, if you do this, there’s no coming back. For either of us.” Ransom yelped, pressing his hand against the partition between them, “Eliza, don’t do this.” Despite his pleas, she turned the key in the ignition and hit the gas slowly as she began to drive away.

The voice over the police scanner began asking if anyone had eyes on the defendant, and Eliza hit the button to shut it off, swallowing hard as she looked to the left and saw another police office notice the man lying on the ground. She slowly rolled down her window and as the cops began racing to their cruiser, she aimed her gun and shot out the front right tire before slamming her foot against the gas and taking off away from the courthouse.

She heard sirens start behind her, so she looked around at the console as Ransom yelled at her, hitting a button and turning her own lights on as she steered the car toward the highway, able to fly through traffic without consequence.

“Eliza! Can you fucking listen to me! Pull over!” Ransom yelled and she finally looked up at him, so he continued once he had her attention, “I’ll tell them I threatened you to help me escape, I’ll tell them the gun is mine, I’ll do whatever I have to to get you out of this-”

“I made my choice. It’s you, Hugh.” Eliza said quietly, easily switching lanes as she flew over the asphalt, “I couldn’t do anymore. I couldn’t pretend anymore. I had to get out. And I had to save you. I’m killing two birds with one stone.”

“What about the baby?” Ransom’s voice trembled at his question, and a tear slid down Eliza’s cheek. Ransom smashed his hand against the glass, “It isn’t the same situation it was six months ago, I’m a wanted man, and now so are you. That child deserves their father-”

“That’s why I did it.” Eliza looked up and met Ransom’s stunned blue eyes. She nodded as more tears chased down her plump cheeks, “Phil isn’t the father. You are. I tried to tell you, but I didn’t trust you after Harlan died.” She lowered her head and another car blasted their horn as she swerved a little. The sound brought her attention back to the road and her knuckles started turning white from clenching the wheel so tightly. She looked at a road sign and quickly swerved to the right, taking an off ramp and turning off the siren. “I’ve had time to think. And I’ve decided that money can’t buy happiness. Because I was really miserable without you.”

“This is a mistake. You need to take me back. I’ll take care of it.” Ransom told her as she pulled off onto an old dirt road surrounded by trees, “I can’t let you throw away your life.”

“I drew up divorce papers. I left my ring, I rigged your trial, and I stole one hundred and fifty thousand dollars from my husband. I can’t go back. If you don’t want me, I’ll run alone, but I’m not going back.”

Ransom swallowed and bat back his own tears, “Damn it, Eliza.”

“We’re gonna be okay. All three of us. All you have to say is yes and we’ll run. What do you say?” Eliza asked as she pulled into a small parking lot leading to a walking trail. She turned off the car and pulled herself out to open Ransom’s door. He grunted as he struggled to get out, handcuffs still digging into his wrists in front of him.

Eliza studied the keys and found one that seemed to match the handcuff’s lock. She tried it and they clicked open, releasing Ransom. Once he was free, she took the handcuffs and shoved them in her purse, pulling off the key before chucking the car keys into the woods. “Now’s the time. Are you coming?”

Ransom grabbed her and pulled her roughly to his lips, kissing her with a desperation she’d never experienced before. His rough beard tickled her face, but she grabbed at it nonetheless to keep him connected to her. His fingers massaged her cheeks as his tongue fought for entrance into her mouth to taste her again, like she was the only thing that could satiate him.

She pushed him gently after a while, looking up at him questioningly. “Yes. I’m coming. What’s waiting for me back there? No inheritance, my family? Somewhere, somebody has the real confession, I’d be locked up for life. I’m following your lead. You’ve brought us this far.”

Eliza grabbed his hand and lead him down the walking trail, moving slowly in her heels. He held her waist, taking care to make sure she didn’t trip and fall. She looked down at her phone, then tugged Ransom into the trees, “I called in a lot of favors. I’ve got a car waiting. Fake IDs, real under the radar stuff. We have to lay low, and it won’t be fun, but we’ll be together.” Eliza promised and Ransom nodded with a grimace, wiping some sort of goop off of his suit sleeve.

After a few minutes, Eliza pushed aside some branches and they found another small parking lot by a CVS. A lanky man nodded at her and she tightened her grip on Ransom’s hand. “You sure about all this?”

“The ball’s rolling now. We either hop on or get taken out by it.” She grumbled as she approached the man. Without a word, he dropped the car keys into her hand and she opened her purse, pulling out a wad of cash. “Not a word. No matter how much money they give you.”

“If I rat you out, I lose my business. Trust me, one person’s money can’t buy me.” The man said, giving a sly smile to Ransom, “So you’re the murderer, huh?” Ransom narrowed his eyes, but didn’t answer, so the man just chuckled, “I hope you’re worth it.”

“He is.” Eliza promised, leaning over and pressing a light kiss to the man’s cheek, “Thank you. Give my love to Matthew.”

“And you to Aunt Tanya if you ever see her again.” He waved and got into his own car, driving away and leaving Eliza and Ransom to get comfortable in the modest Sedan.

Ransom pulled open the driver’s door and Eliza got into the passenger seat, looking over at him with a sigh, “Are you sad?”

“About what?” Ransom asked as he fiddled with the keys, revving the car to life before pulling on his seat belt.

Eliza’s gaze softened as she pressed her cheek to the head rest, “That you can never have your old life back?”

Ransom considered this for a moment, then leaned over to kiss Eliza, “I lost my old life the moment I decided to murder my grandfather over money. I honestly think this is the best possible outcome. I don’t deserve this.” He said quietly and she leaned her forehead against his cheek. “Can you forgive me for what I did? To Fran and to Harlan?”

Eliza stared down, considering for the first time since she’d hatched this impulsive plan that Ransom had actually killed somebody. Two people she knew and cared about were dead because of his greed. Could she forgive him for that?”

“I don’t know.” She told him honestly, pulling away to meet his gaze, “It was stupid, and to be honest, I hate you for what you did. I don’t know if I can forgive you for what you’ve done, but you are the father of my child. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved. I’m taking a leap of faith.”

“I’ll make it up to you, somehow.” Ransom promised, grabbing her hand and pulling it to his lips, “I promise.” He shifted into drive and looked ahead, blowing air out through his lips nervously, “So where to?”

Eliza chuckled, resting her hand on her stomach as she leaned back in the seat, “Wherever the hell we want. For the first time in our lives we don’t need anybody else’s opinions.”

Ransom grinned, feeling an overwhelming sense of clarity as he drove toward anywhere with his own little family to mess up... He looked over to find Eliza smiling at him softly, a look of pure contentment on her face. It wasn’t enough for Ransom to go free, she had to make sure he was hers for the taking.

Maniacal actually, Eliza had more or less kidnapped him, tricking him into throwing away any chance of getting his old life back in order to secure him as hers for the long haul. Ransom was impressed. They were made for each other.

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