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gyllenhaalstories · 7 days

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WE'RE NOT COWBOYS — DANNY SHARP

summary: danny likes his banks robberies short and sweet. he avoids collateral damage at all costs... most of the time.

warnings: reader is gender neutral! bank robbery, weapons, injury, blood, some sort of comfort/fluff mix? your guess is as good as mine. 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2515

gif credits: @/stephendorff (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i watched ambulance again and i could not resist writing whatever this is. 💵 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"Why is it taking so fucking long?" A man shouted from God knew where. "Where's Mel? Has anybody seen Mel Gibson?" More men answered 'no sir' in sync.

You sobbed, the pain stung so bad that even crying hurt. You were stuck in a cycle. The more you cried, the more it hurt and the more it made you want to cry.

A tall, bearded man stared down at you. He rubbed his knuckles, soothing the pain he caused himself by punching you in the face. You had taken him by surprise, squealing of fear while he hurried out of the vault with the last of the money and valued goods he stole. He took a better hold of his rifle, he tried to assess if your life was worth wasting a bullet on.

"I swear to God, I'm gonna kill that guy!" The first person spoke again and marked a pause before continuing, he chuckled while he specified his wish. "I won't! Okay? I won't. Not until today's precious cargo is safe and sound."

Nope, you were not worth it. He abandoned you by the bank tellers' desks, shaking like a palm tree in a storm.

"There you fucking are! Thought you got lost, that's not very Braveheart of you." You heard some mumbling you assumed came from the man who punched you. He received more reprimands and threats in exchange for his tardiness. "Do I have to tie you to one of those kiddy leashes so you don't run away? I saw some parents walk their child with that shit last week. Los Angeles, man... It'll drive you crazy!"

You heard instructions being given, the men were wrapping up and leaving the building. All men except for the one who's footsteps echoed louder and louder. You covered your mouth with your free hand, trying to be as quiet as you possibly could in this moment. You closed your eyes too, maybe if you could not see him then he would not see you. Wrong.

"Hi."

You ignored him, rocking yourself back and forth until another wave of pain made you wail.

"Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me. You're okay, you're fine."

You made the mistake of looking up and locked eyes with this man dressed in fancy attire. He looked like a manager with his tailored suit and dress pants, he even got a shiny name tag to go with it. You failed to read what the tag said.

"My name's Daniel," he offered you a smile you could barely decipher with your vision, blurry from the tears. "Everyone calls me Danny."

You did not budge, bloodshot eyes staring at his foggy figure.

"You're hurt." He noticed a drop or two of blood on your brow bone. "Who hurt you? Was it Mel Gibson?"

You nodded frantically, but stopped. It hurt too much.

"That fucker." He said under his breath, but covered it up with another disingenuous smile. "You stay there, okay? I'll be right back. Don't move."

He ordered you to stay immobile and you listened. Where would you go anyway? Maybe he had an army of Mel Gibsons out there. All you knew was that they swarmed in the bank, you froze in place and, because of your reaction (or lack thereof), you failed to follow the other workers and visitors when they were bunched up in a corner of the facility.

Danny speed-walked his way back to where he came from, instructing his men to leave without him. He'd be fine, there was just a small inconvenience he had to deal with.

The next thing you heard was his familiar footsteps hurrying back to you.

"Good job! You listened." His tone was somewhere in the middle of patronizing and comforting, but at this very moment you preferred to cling to his words and to do as he said. "I'll take a look, okay? Let me look at you." He crouched down.

You pulled your hand slowly away from the left side of your face, where you were punched. You flinched when Danny approached you.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. And I'm gonna make sure the guy who did this..." He looked at your wound then back into your eyes. "Pays for it. Got it?"

You nodded, slower this time than before. You figured out what he meant by that and the thought was sinister.

"Oh, poor little thing." He grinned, his facial expression softening when he assessed the gravity of your state. "It's just a black eye. You'll be fine."

You were starting to wonder what being fine meant to him.

"It won't hurt for long, trust me. I've gotten my fair share of those. I'm a little bit of a troublemaker." He winked at you and giggled.

The adrenaline rush started to drop, leaving you shivering.

Danny quickly noticed. He kept an eye on you, noticing how much you flinched and tensed up when he moved, while he took off his jacket and the black cashmere sweater he wore underneath. "Can ya feel that? It's soft. It's cashmere. I love cashmere." He draped the sweater over your body, hoping that it would stop you from shaking like a leaf. "I'll get you something for the pain."

Your mind began an epic race. If this guy was anything like the villains you saw in movies, he'd probably drug you or kill you the second he earned your trust. Oh God. He was earning it already! You were doomed, this was how it ended for you... Sitting on the dusty floor of the bank and being sweet talked towards your demise.

While your mind spiralled endlessly, Danny had searched the place around. He located a vending machine, probably destined for employees for their lunch break. Now, all he needed was a handful of coins. Lucky him, banks were full of coins. He scavenged through messy desks and even messier drawers until he found what he wanted. He headed towards the machine and, while waiting to select his desired item, he made a quick phone call to Castro.

"Mister Sharp, I can't do this right now! No, I'm not watching the soccer game. I'm just busy, the guys are arriving! What am I supposed to do? Okay, got it. I'll go! I'm coming! Yeah, I'll get a car! I'm running! Are you good? You seem stressed again. Stress is bad. I heard tea helped, have you tried to drink tea? Wait, how am I gonna make it back here? Mister Sharp? Do you need flamingos this time?"

You caught no word of that, despite how his employee was shouting through the phone, too busy listening to your own thoughts. Only Danny's silhouette walking towards you pulled you out of this misery.

He pressed a cold can of soda on the corner of your eye. "It will soothe the pain and you won't swell as much. First time getting punched, huh?" You shrugged, he took that as a yes. "I remember my first time... It was with my brother."

You frowned, the phrasing could not have been worse.

"No!" He yelled, clearing everything up. "I mean the first punch. He punched me. We were playing cowboys and he just popped one right in my face. He said it was an accident. I believe him. He became a Marine, maybe that moment inspired him."

You were not in the right state, both physical and psychological, to unpack what you just heard. Instead, you focused on the cold aluminum of the can and how it numbed the stinging pain.

"There's gonna be a car waiting for us soon. I'll take you back home? You can take something for the pain, lay down and sleep it off. It will turn different colours while it heals, but you'll look as pretty as ever in no time."

You swallowed the lump in your throat that was telling you to not trust him. He was a stranger. A dangerous stranger, at that. Your gut feeling rang all sorts of alarms, but still... You wanted to believe him.

"If anyone asks, you can tell them you were clumsy. Hit yourself while opening the cupboards. They'll buy it, people are so gullible."

The flag could not have been more red than that.

Speaking of red, there was a red reflection coming from the windows.

"There he fucking is, took him long enough." Danny sighed with a roll of his eyes. His demeanour changed radically when he aimed his attention back to you. "Think you can stand up? Here, let me help you." He offered you strong hands to pull you up.

Your legs were shaky, your knees barely held you up on your feet but you managed.

"I gotcha." Danny wrapped a solid arm around your waist, silently encouraging you to lean on him while he guided you towards the exit.

You held the soda can tightly, subconsciously preparing yourself to use it as a weapon if needed.

Danny's employee, Castro, held the door open for you. He drowned the both of you in a river of excuses before his boss could even speak a word. "T'was the only set of keys I found, sir! I made it as fast as I can like you told me to! I always listen so well, maybe not about the flamingos though... But you know, maybe one day you'll think of paying me more. I'm kinda like the employee of the month."

"Employees of the month wouldn't forget the first fucking rule! What is it Castro? We don't touch these cars." The two men repeated this last sentence together like a parent lecturing his child.

You looked around. Your gut was telling you to run while they were arguing, to run and save your life.

Danny's grip tightened around your waist, as if he guessed what went through your mind. He discarded of Castro, sending him off to God knew where again. He opened the door of the luxury car for you.

You sat down, let him buckle your seat belt. It oddly felt like you were a hostage he tied up to prevent you from running away. Perhaps because that was exactly what you were.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Where do you live? I'm taking you for a ride. How romantic!"

*~*~*

Danny sang along, badly if you dared to admit it, to the songs on the radio while he drove you back to your place. He parked the car and walked around to the passenger side. He most definitely overcompensated his insanity with chivalry.

You got out of the car and sighed of relief. He was right, people were gullible and you were the best example of it. "Hey, Danny." You handed him his sweater. "Thank you."

"You can keep it. As a souvenir." You sure would remember this terrifying day and you did not need an expensive cashmere sweater to remind you of it.

The two of you walked until you reached the front door. "Can you promise me something?" Danny hooked a finger under your chin and made you look in his direction. "You can keep a secret, can you?"

You nodded.

"Good. You seem like a trustworthy person."

You smiled faintly.

"Got a beautiful smile too." This hint of praise was not manipulative, well not intentionally. "Listen. We're not cowboys. Well... I'm not. I'm not a cowboy. I do things right. Nobody else got hurt today, you know? You shouldn't have gotten hurt." Danny brushed his finger gently over the bruise. "But you gotta promise me to keep this between you and I."

He felt you tense up, a breath getting caught in your throat.

"You have to. I know you can. I told you how to cover it up." It referring to the black eye, to the context and reason behind it, to this day that was taken straight out of some of your worst nightmares. "This is a day just like any other day for you."

You opened your mouth to disagree. All you wanted was to take some money out of your bank account and go about your day. You did not even get to do any of that and you got a nasty bruise as a bonus.

"By keeping this a secret, you're saving a life." He nodded slowly with a grin on his thin lips. "Yours." His eyes darkened and his smile faded. "We're not cowboys," he repeated. "I only wanted the money and I got it." He shrugged it off like it was nothing. "You don't want to become collateral damage, do you?"

You hoped there would be no other day like today.

"And you won't." He swayed between threatening you one second and, on the next, he was reassuring you. "As long as you promise me." Danny's hands, that were resting on your shoulders, dragged down your arms.

He held your hands in his, it stopped you from shaking. What was it about this man that felt so soothing? You had heard him scream at his legion of bad guys. Yet, with you, he was rather calm and composed. Almost caring.

"We got a deal? Ah, fuck, wait." He rolled his eyes, faking to have forgotten something. His other hand disappeared behind his back and, for one second yet again, you regretted not having trusted your gut feeling. You stared at a stack of cash, fresh out of the bank that he robbed not that long ago, that he pulled out from under the back of his belt. "Now. Do we have a deal?" He presented his pinkie finger to you, waiting for you to seal this promise.

You glanced at the money, then at his face. You were met with eyes as blue as the sky behind him. You locked your finger with his and took the money with you. "Deal."

He started to walk away, turning his back at you. You were left with an immense promise to keep, enough money to take your mind off it for a while... And a cashmere sweater that smelled of his cologne. "Danny!" You called out his name.

He turned to face you, too quickly to have time to put on a fake smile. Danny started to second guess if this whole thing... If you were a good idea. But you cut him short.

"Will I see you around?"

The smile that started to spread from ear to ear was anything but fake. "Fuck yeah, you will. On TV. they'll be talking about it on the news. Impressive, huh? I never get tired of that shit." He took a deep breath, his chest swollen with pride. It took him a moment to register the intention behind your question. He arched his brow, amused. "Oh, you want more of this?" He gestured towards himself.

You agreed to meet again.

He told you he'd pick you up in this same car, so you knew what to expect. It was fine when Danny broke the rules. He could break all the rules he wanted. He was not a cowboy, but he sure was an outlaw.

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final-girl96 · 8 months

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Firefly Chapter Forty-Two

The Neighborhood

After leaving the tunnels we came out to a neighborhood outside the city. We were almost home free. Ellie and Sam were walking ahead of us adults, who were talking about our old lives. “I remember when everything first happened; when they started to evacuate places,” Henry said. On the side of some houses people had spray painted messages, it was for the people who were going around looting and breaking into people’s homes to steal whatever they had. It was a warning to let them know that if they tried, they would regret it. “Yeah, I remember how everything was chaotic and out of control,” I said. We walked through the houses that hadn’t been boarded up to look for anything useful. To nobody’s surprise we didn’t find anything. We rounded the corner to the lower part of the neighborhood to see the road was blocked off and we would need to go through one of the back yards.

“What is this?” Ellie asked. Sam picked up the little pad he had around his neck and began writing before showing it to Ellie. “No way. Joel?” she called, looking back at us. “Did they really drive around in this and sell ice cream?” she asked. He nodded his head and hummed, “Sure did. They would drive around neighborhoods like this and play a creepy song that would have all the kids, even adults coming out to buy ice cream,” he told her. She looked over at me to confirm that he wasn’t just pulling her leg, and I nodded my head. “It’s true and the ice cream was always so damn good on a hot day.”

We moved past the truck and walked between two houses, down a few steps and into the lowest part of the neighborhood. Henry asked where we were going from here, which Ellie told him and then suggested that he and Sam could come along with us. Joel did not seem too happy about that, but I didn’t see a problem with it. Henry didn’t seem to be a bad guy, he was just trying to protect his little brother and give him the best life he could. Joel was about to say something when a gunshot went off. We were quick to duck behind a car just as another went off. “Is someone fucking shooting at us?” I asked. Joel looked up over the car to the house at the end of the street. “There’s someone on the top floor of that house, with a rifle."

Henry had made the decision to try and run with Sam only to be shot at. He was quick to come back and duck behind the car again. "Okay, I'm going to go up there." I looked at Joel like he was crazy. "What? No way. You can't go up there by yourself, Joel. I'll go with you," I said. He shut that down real quick though. "No. I want you to stay here with Ellie." I didn't argue. I knew I had to stay with Ellie, because if something were to happen it would be up to me to make sure she got to where she needed to go.

While Joel made his way to the house. Of course on his way there we hadn't noticed there were others hidden around the neighborhood. "Maybe you should go with him," Ellie said. "Joel will be fine, trust me. He doesn't need me to help him," I told her. It was true he didn't need my help, he was able to take those other men out easily enough as he made his way to the house at the end of the street.

I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to me and peaked around the car. There were a few more gunshots until I saw Joel standing in the window. He gave me a sign that everything was clear and we got up to get ready to move.

The four of us stood up and started towards the house when Joel started to yell at us. I couldn't hear but I could hear the sound of a vehicle. When I looked up at the house Joel was waving his hand to signal for us to hide and he was still yelling. "Get down! Now!" I pulled Ellie with me behind another car, Henry and Sam close behind us. The woman who was looking for Henry and Sam was here and she wasn't alone. She had a small army of people with her.

She wanted Sam, i didn't know exactly what for but it didn't matter at the moment. Henry decided to show himself, which wasn't good enough. She wanted to kill a child, that unsettled me, and I needed to hold myself back from doing something stupid. When she and her little group of people came charging in, Joel had shot at them. Of course he had good reason to shoot at them. They were shooting at us while we were trying to run.

He hit the driver of the lead truck, which crashed into one of the houses, and caused a fire to start growing. Everyone was now watching as that truck started to slow sink. Henry was right about FEDRA chasing all the infected underground. What he wasn't right about was them getting rid of all of them. When the ground gave way under the truck there were only a few seconds of silence before the howls of the infected echoed through the night air.

Clickers started to slip out of the giant hole in the ground, gunfire erupted, people were running to get away. Then it happened, a bloater crawled out of that hole, a huge one at that. My bones felt like they were shaking when it roared and stomped towards the man, the woman who was after Henry, was standing behind. He begged her to just run and she did.

I told Ellie to make a run for it while we had a chance. Henry had Sam as they tried to hide from the clickers. While Ellie and I made a run for it I caught a glimpse of the bloater ripping the man's head right off his shoulders. Joel was up in the house taking out any infected that got too close to me and Ellie. Clickers were getting a little too close for comfort. I helped Ellie into an open window of a van and started to take out any infected that got close.

I looked around for Henry and Sam and when my eyes landed on them my feet took over. They were both trying to crawl under a car to get away from two clickers. Kicking their feet at them as they scooted further under the car. Joel was right there the whole time, taking any infected out that got too close. I grabbed the clicker going after Sam, gripped my knife in my hand, and shoved the blade into its head. I took care of the one trying to grab Henry when Ellie came up beside me.

Once Henry and Sam were on their feet, we ran towards the house, dodging infected as we went. Joel shot a few more infected and then met us outside. We were almost there when the woman after Henry stopped us. She was going to say something when the sound of clicking caught our attention. There was a little girl, or what used to be a little girl only a few feet away. It only took a few seconds before she was punching on the woman, giving the five of us the chance to run.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 03 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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Icy Blue Eyes

For the first time in your life, you're wearing pants. And you don't feel less of a woman because of it, as they used to say in Wessex. Your upperbody is protected by a leather vest, Aslaug's idea since she doesn't like the idea of you trying to learn how to fight. You feel a little badass though, dressed like this, with your hair all braided up, away from your face. Hvitserk is already waiting for you, laughing at something this guy said. When he sees you, he quickly dismisses him, making his way to the middle of the open area.

“You look good. Ready to have your ass kicked a couple of times?” He says, a bright smile on his lips. He's having too much fun, but you must cut that off before you get badly hurt.

“Hvitserk, you gotta go easy on me, alright?” Raising both your hands at him, you tilt your head at the small deck behind you, where Aslaug will be. “Aslaug told me to pass it on to you that if you hurt me today, she'll wipe the floor with your face.”

He squints his eyes at you, taking a quick look at the deck. “Did she really–”

“No.” You burst out, giggling. “But really, I'm not used to it and I'm nowhere as strong as the women here so...” A man comes and hands both you and Hvitserk a sword and a shield before moving away. “Don't beat me up.”

“First of all, I was joking.” He starts, suddenly taking your sword away and throwing it on the ground. “Let's begin with some basic defense. I'll attack you, and you'll have to block me with the shield. It'll help you understand the amount of strength you'll need and how to avoid being cut down to pieces, alright?”

“Alright.” Fixing the shield on your arm, you hold it with both hands, keeping it in front of your body.

“I'll attack you from different directions so pay attention.”

“Alright.” When he starts to pace around, you do the same. You're on full alert, your eyes on the arm he's holding the sword. It doesn't take much time until he moves, bring the metal down on you. Thankfully, you think fast enough to lift the shield to protect your head, and the impact isn't as strong as you were expecting, so you managed to stay your ground. Hvitserk is holding back, obviously, and you're grateful he's being gentle.

“Good. You're fast.” He exclaims, and you giggle when you pull the shield down, staring at him. “I'll strike harder on each blow, alright? So keep in mind the next one will be worse. Protect your head and sides.”

Nodding, you're soon attacked many times. And he wasn't joking about that. Every hit is harder than the last, and you have to alternate between your skull and torso since the blows come from different angles. It doesn't take much until you start being pushed backward, and for some reason it makes you laugh.

Never in your life, you thought you'd be doing something like this. In a place like this, with people like this. They aren't mindless monsters, they're just people. They laugh, and love, and care about others. And, God, they live. They yell, and run, and fight. They're not restricted by some stupid made up rules. For you, right now, this is what means to be a Viking. To be free to do what you want, go where you want, be with who you want.

This is paradise on Earth, it doesn't matter how weird things still look in your eyes. As Hvitserk hits again, making you stumble back, a laugh escapes your lips as you realize you won't ever go back. Not even if Aethelwulf sent an army to rescue you. You wouldn't even consider it.

“Everything alright over there?” Hvitserk asks, and, still laughing, you lower the shield so he can see your face. He looks very confused but smiles anyway.

“Yeah, it's just...” Gasping, you shrug your shoulders. “This is crazy, you know? This is freedom. I'm doing this because I want to and if I want to stop, I will. And nobody will come and say I should or shouldn't do it.” Running a hand through your hair, you push some loose strands away from your face. “I feel great. My arm already hurts, but I feel–” You're cut short by another blow, quickly raising the shield again to block it. And another laugh escapes. “Shit, that was tough.” Regaining your balance, you mutter.

“Your reflexes are very–”

“This is not how you do it, little brother.” Bjorn's voice cuts in, and both you and Hvitserk turn to look at him. “If you want to teach her, do it properly.” He quickly takes a sword, walking fast over you. “Focus on your legs. Stand your ground.” He's barely even done speaking when the sword comes crashing down.

The same moment you raise the shield, his sword connects with the wood. But it's way too strong, and you're caught by surprise. You feel the shield slipping and hitting your head as you stumble down, falling on your ass. Using one arm to sustain the seated position, you close your eyes tight when you feel like the whole world is spinning insanely fast, and you feel what can only be blood flowing out. Throwing the shield away, you feel arms around you, and a voice slowly breaking into your head.

“(Y/N), talk to me. Hey.” A snap makes you open your eyes again, finding Hvitserk crouching before you. “There you are. Can you stand up?”

“Yeah.” You notice some people gathering around, so, despite the headache and the dizziness, you push yourself up, holding onto his arm for support.

“(Y/N), I didn't mean to–”

“To crack my head open? Yeah, I bet.” Cutting him off, you give Bjorn a look, raising a hand at him when he tries to approach, making him stop.

“Let's get you some water.” Hvitserk guides you away from the crowd, to a half construction near the deck. Lucky for Bjorn Aslaug isn't here yet, or else you're sure she'd lash out at him.

“That was certainly a show.” The voice makes you roll your eyes, and it shoots a sharp pain through your skull. Ivar's giggle makes you even angrier, but you can deal with it later.

He's seated on a piece of wood right beside the table with some buckets filled with water. “Here.” Hvitserk gives you a cup and you take a few sips from it. “I'll get something to clean the blood. Are you alright standing on your own?”

“I'm fine.” Nodding, you watch as he quickly disappears behind a corner, putting the cup down, and closing your eyes when you feel dizzy again. Using the table as a support, you feel your body falling, unable to sustain its weight.

You're ready to collapse on the floor when you feel hands grabbing you, tightly holding your waist. It takes a while until you notice it's Ivar, and when you use his shoulders to support yourself, your face ends up too close to his, close enough to feel his breath. His eyes, ice blue, in a shade you didn't even know existed, burn right through you, and... It takes you by surprise how Ivar doesn't push you away, violently, as you were expecting. Instead, it feels like everything slows down, and you stay there, balance regained, but his hands still holding you.

“Everything alright?” Hvitserk's voice snaps you out of it, and you awkwardly step away from Ivar, moving towards the table.

“Yeah, I'm alright.” Nodding you watch as he damps the small piece of fabric on one of the buckets before starting to clean up the blood. But when he starts to get closer to the wound, you start moving away. “Ouch!”

“Stop flinching.” He tells you.

“Yeah, stop flinching,” Ivar repeats, and you feel his hand on the small of your back, forcing you to stand still.

Roling your eyes before closing them, you decide to ignore it for now. But what you just can't ignore is how his touch burns, making itself known, felt, it doesn't matter how hard you try to pretend he's not there. It takes way too much time until Hvitserk is done, putting the fabric down and giving a better look at the wound.

“Well, it's not as bad as I thought it would be, but–”

“What happened?” Aslaug comes out of nowhere, pushing Hvitserk away and cupping your face, angry eyes scanning through the injury.

“Bjorn showed up.” He answers as you use the table to balance yourself when you feel dizzy once more. “He hit her so hard that the shield went right to her head.”

“He will listen to me. Come. You need to lie down.”

You were going to just walk, but the moment you move away from the table you feel yourself falling again, so you grab Hvitserk's arm, and you don't even have to ask him, he puts an arm around your waist to help you get moving again.

It still takes you by surprise to know Aslaug actually likes you. She makes her slaves have this patch made with some herbs to help the healing process and forces you to stay in bed for a while. The headache makes it easy to just do as she says.

The bad part is that there's pretty much only one thing in your head, and it's not how pissed you are at Bjorn. It's Ivar. Maybe the hit on your head is driving you crazy after all, but you swear he was... Different. Not anger as he usually seems. It takes two days until the headache starts to surrender, and you decide to spend another one in the calmness of your bedroom with no company other than Aslaug, who's often talking about her husband and their issues, or Hvtiserk, who comes to check on you at least once a day. He started to teach you to play Hnefatafl, and you soon learned your way around the game, even beating him a couple of times. The only reason why Bjorn hasn't come is that the Queen forbade him, and you don't mind that at all. He's the last person you want to see right now.

But then, it's time to finally leave the bedroom, only the ghost of the pain hovers over. It's almost time for dinner, and you're already hungry. Walking through the place, you find Hvitserk and Ubbe chatting, and they both look up from their drinks when they see you.

“Look who decided to show up,” Ubbe exclaims. “Feeling better?”

“Very much. I really enjoy walking without feeling dizzy.” Moving to the table, one that hangs from the ceiling by four sets of chains, you take a cup and the jar, pouring some drink for yourself before passing it to the guys. “Actually, I kinda need to steal your brother for a while, Ubbe. I need to talk about something.” Carefully not to make anything fall, you push yourself up, seating on the table and feeling as it softly swings.

“It's alright. Gotta get some stuff done before supper anyways.” Ubbe sighs and gets up, taking long sips straight from the jar. Then, he gives the now empty thing to his brother and leaves.

“So.” You start, taking a deep breath. “Take a chair and sit here.” Moving further to the center of the table, you tap the space on the wood on your left. “The last thing I need is anyone else listening.”

Hvitserk makes a face at you, squinting his eyes before getting to his feet and grabbing a chair, placing it on the place you gestured. “Is it some plan to kill Bjorn?”

“What? No.” Shaking your head, you suddenly realize what you're about to say. And for a moment you reconsider. But if you don't get this out, it'll keep annoying you. And Hvitserk will probably say you're getting everything wrong, so you'll let it go. “It's not about Ragnar's oldest son... It's about the youngest.” Lowering your voice, you stare at him, taking in the low giggle as he looks down at his hands.

“I knew it.”

“No, you didn't. Now shut up and listen.” Moving to playfully punch his arm, the table swings. Hvitserk nods with a dramatic eye-roll, holding the piece of wood to make it stop. “I... May be going crazy, but when you left me with Ivar that day, I felt dizzy and almost fell.” Looking down at your cup, you drum your fingers on the top of it. “And, I don't know, it felt... Weird.” The memory comes back, and for a moment you can feel his hands again, around your waist.

“Define weird.”

“A good kind of weird.” You mutter, drinking what's left and putting it down beside you. “He looked at me, and damn it, Hvitserk, it didn't felt like he hated me or something.” Whispering, you lean closer to him. “I've been trying not to think about it, but I that's everything I think about. Am I crazy?”

Hvitserk seems thoughtful for a while, and when you're just about to ask him to say something, he looks up at you. “Ivar's normal behavior would be to let you fall. Then he'd laugh.”

“Well, I didn't fall and he didn't laugh. So.”

“I don't know.” He shrugs his shoulders. “He hasn't mentioned you to me yet, which is a surprise by itself. I was expecting him to give me a hard time since we're kinda like friends now.”

Good. Neither of you can understand Ivar. “Great. Nobody knows what the hell is going on.”

“Am I getting this wrong or do you like Ivar?” Hvitserk leans backward, crossing his arms and resting his back on the chair.

“No...?” It sounds like a question as you mirror his position, arms crossed. “I mean, he's... Handsome...” Blushing, you look away. “I noticed that I'm not blind. But it doesn't mean I like him.”

“Who is it you like?” The other voice makes you turn to the hall immediately, watching as Bjorn comes from the main hall, pushing the leather curtains away.

Taking a deep breath, you jump to the floor, holding the chains to make the table stop swinging and then fixing everything that you dropped. “What do you want? Try to crack my skull open again?” Hvitserk hands you two cups that fell on his lap.

“I hope you can forgive me.” Bjorn comes over you, standing only a foot away, a hand grabbing one of the chains sustaining the table. “I thought you wanted to learn and–”

“I wanted to know how to defend myself and I was having a good time until you showed up.” Eager to put some distance between you two, you walk around Hvitserk, who's looking down, pretending as if he's not here. “I don't enjoy being hurt.”

“But in a real situation, you'd–”

“It wasn't a real situation, alright?” Running a hand through your hair, you feel your head getting a little worse.

“I'll leave you two to talk,” Hvitserk mutters as he stands up, giving Bjorn a look before disappearing somewhere behind you.

“That was the first time in my life that I got to hold a shield. You can't possibly think I had the strength or ability to deal with a stroke like that.” With both hands on your hip, something gets your attention. Entering the main hall, you see Ivar, standing this time, walking with the aid of a clutch. You don't know why you're biting the inside on your cheek to suppress a smile. Why do you want to smile in the first place?

“It's just that you look like one of us now and I forget that you're a Christian princess.” Bjorn's voice makes you look at him again, but it takes a while for you to bring sense to his words.

There are a lot of things you could say. That it's not about being a princess, or that you're not trying to look like them. But you don't feel like extending this argument. “Alright, Bjorn. I forgive you. Just leave the training to Hvitserk.”

“That's fine by me.” He nods, a small smile on his lips. The truth is that Bjorn didn't do that on purpose, this is just their way, and you're the one who's not used to it yet. So you feel good forgiving him after all.

“Alright.”

“But now, who were you talking about with Hvitserk?”

“Oh, that was just–”

“You two,” Ragnar calls from the main hall. “Come eat.”

You want to hug him for interrupting this conversation, so you immediately follow him, settling down next to the fire. Today it's just Ragnar's family, and at first, you do feel like an intruder. But with time, as they include you in the conversations, you feel better. You even tell a little about yourself, about your life in Wessex. It doesn't take much for you to feel Ivar's eyes on you. You try hard not to look too much, but it's like a freaking battle. Those blue eyes have some kind of power, and it's difficult to resist.

“And so it'll be until the twilight of the gods,” Ubbe says and everyone laughs, but you don't, unable to remember what they were talking about.

“Ragnarok,” Bjorn exclaims.

“Until Ragnarok. That asshole won't be coming back here.” By the tone of his voice, it sounds like there was a fight. Aslaug told you about a man that came into town, stealing and destroying things. Ubbe must have taught him a lesson.

“Ragnarok.” You mutter to yourself, playing with your empty cup.

“As if you knew anything about it.” Ivar sounds a little pissed, and you honestly don't understand why. “Don't speak as if you do.”

Chuckling, you stretch your arm, hand hovering above the flames. “There will be three severe winters.” You start, and for some reason, probably given the nature of the subject, a silence falls on. “And summers of black sun.” Retrieving your hand when it gets too hot, you fix your eyes on Ivar. You already had enough of him teasing you, and it happens that you know exactly what Ragnarok is. “Those will certainly be terrible times, and Jörmungandr, the world serpent will come lurching from the ocean, bringing up the tides until they flood the entire world.” Smiling, you lean forward, elbows on the table. Slowly, Ivar does the same, those powerful eyes not leaving yours. It feels like there's nobody else here, just you and him. “Fenrir will break loose of his invisible chains and the sky will open, so Surt, the fire giant can come, blazing through the bridge to face and crush the gods. Odin will come to battle one last time against the wolf Fenrir, and Thor will fight the serpent. He will kill it but die from its venom. And at last... The giant wolf Fenrir will swallow the sun, and the world will be forever in darkness.” Your lips break into a smile, and, at the same time, Ivar's lips do the same. He looks at you the same way he did a few days ago, only more intense. It's like he sees you now. “This is Ragnarok.” You add, voice barely a whisper.

“Perfect,” Ivar mutters, and everyone finally starts moving again.

“How did you learn all that?” Aslaug asks as Ragnar fills her cup once again.

“I was allowed to learn about your culture. Language, traditions.” Shrugging your shoulders, you feel when Hvitserk kicks your leg under the table, so you glance at him. Discreetly, he tilts his head towards Ivar, and you can't help but look straight at him. He's staring.

“That's interesting. But it feels like you're not really paying much attention to what we're saying, are you, Princess (Y/N)?” Aslaug holds back a smile, and by the look on her face, she knows exactly what's going on. And that's good, perhaps she can explain it to you later.

“Uhm...” Your eyes fall on one of the jars, which you know it's empty. “I'll get some more.” Moving quickly, before Aslaug can send one of her slaves, you grab the jar and walks to the kitchen. The girls there help you out, refilling the jar. But it happens way too fast, so you decide to go outside for a while, breathing in the cold night air.

Raising your head to look at the night sky, you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. But when you do, it's Ivar you see, his ice blue eyes shining against the darkness. Something is going on with you, and you wish you could understand. If you were as sure as you were before that Ivar absolutely hates you, I'd be easier. But now... You don't know anymore.

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btsfan15 · 3 years

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Love in London

It was time for the encore of the Love Yourself in London. It was the last day and the members were getting ready, so I gave them their privacy. I was also dressed like them. Black LYS t-shirt, ripped jeans, and black Converse. My hair was curled and I had little makeup on.

Finally, the members rushed to the lift and got on.

"Good luck, guys! Have fun!" I say.

They all smile at me and give me a thumbs up. The lift goes up and So What starts playing. So What is really addicting. It's so good and I love singing along. There was a TV where you can watch them perform under the stage, so I dashed there and got settled. The lights were flashing beautiful colors and I could hear ARMY cheering.

I wish I could join them on stage....

It was sad to think about not being able to join them on stage, but I didn't let that get to me. I shook the thought and enjoyed the performance. I laughed cause Jin was behind Jungkook, being silly and swinging his ARMY bomb.

The performance ended and Anpanman was next. This is one of my all-time favorite songs cause it's about superheroes and the song really gets me going, like So What. I was enjoying the performance when the camera showed Jin. My eyes widened and I gasped so much that I forgot to breathe.

His hair was thrown back, exposing his entire forehead. He looked really handsome...and hot.

Every time I see Jin with his forehead exposed, he gets more hotter and handsomer. I go feral for his gorgeous forehead and here I am, controlling myself from screaming. I manage to enjoy the rest of the song without going crazy and I clap and cheer.

Now, it was time for the boys to talk how they feel. I listened to each member carefully. What they said made my heart hurt.

Awww...they really love their fans a lot.

I cheered for each member after they finished. I gasped and jumped out of my seat when Jin appeared. He was wearing glasses and holy shit, did he look even hotter.

First the forehead, and now this?

Lord, kill me now, please.

I ignored my heart beating fast and listened to Jin's words. The rest of the members went and they performed the last song, Love Myself. They said bye to all their fans and confetti was falling all over the stage. I pouted. Saying goodbyes is always hard to see.

The lift comes down and the staff and I clap. The members all bow their heads and thank us. We head to the waiting room and I give each a member a hug.

"Amazing performance! I really loved it!" I grinned.

"Yep, we always put the best concerts ever!" Namjoon said.

"That's right! Our fans love our concerts!" Yoongi said.

We chatted for a while and the members went to do their things. Hoseok and Taehyung came up to me and we talked for a while. We talked about some funny things that happened during the concert and I laughed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jin looking at me. I wanted to look, but I was busy with Hoseok and Taehyung, so I ignored him. A few minutes later, Jin came into our conversation.

"Hyung, why do you always interrupt our conversations?" Taehyung asked.

"Yah, no I don't! I didn't even say anything!"

"Always teasing the oldest, huh?" I giggle.

"It's a daily thing for us." Hoseok said.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. Jin shakes his head.

Then, Taehyung whispers something in Hoseok's ear and he nods.

"I think we should leave you two alone. We'll go back to the others." Taehyung said.

"Oh, you guys don't have to. You can stay." Jin said.

"That's nice of you, hyung, but we have other stuff to talk about. Let's go, Taehyung." Hoseok drags Taehyung, leaving me and Jin alone.

I stare at them for a little longer and turn to Jin. My eyes widen a little. He was even more beautiful up close than on the TV screen. My breath was taken away and I was staring at him, totally zoned out.

"I heard that you had fun." His voice snaps me back to reality. I smile at him.

"Yes, I did, but I think you guys had way more fun since you were the ones up there on stage."

"Yeah, it was! I really enjoyed being our fans. It makes me really happy."

"If you're happy, then I'm happy. I just want to see you all happy."

We both smile at each other.

"But..."

"But, what?"

"It's just that...I really wish I was up there with you guys. It looked really fun singing and dancing with ARMY. I always think that whenever you have a concert, but I don't let it affect me. I want to be happy and see you all perform together. I know that it won't happen anytime soon."

I look down at my feet, not making eye contact with Jin. We just stood there for a while until Jin spoke up.

"Yes, it will."

I look up at him and there was a small smile on his lips.

"What?"

"I said it will happen."

"How? I'm not Korean or a K-Pop star and there's no way Bighit will let me."

"I'll convince them."

My eyes widen.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Jin, you don't have to-"

"No, Navya. I want to do this."

I could feel the tears coming, so I looked down. I didn't want Jin to see me cry. He took a step forward and put his finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He stared right into my eyes and my heart was pounding out of my chest.

I blinked and the tears roll down my cheeks, but Jin cups my face with both hands and wipes the tears away with his thumb. His hands felt soft and warm against my face. His face was inches away from mine.

"Navya, there's no need to cry. Don't worry. You will get to be on stage with us, okay?"

I sniffle and nod.

"Thank you, Jin." I whisper.

"You're welcome."

Then, I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him tight. He wraps his arms around my waist, squeezing me even more. I could feel my cheeks heating up, not to mention how warm and safe I felt in his arms.

"What would I do without you?"

He chuckles.

I break and look at him right in his eyes. The glasses on him...the forehead, god, he's so fine. And hot. Just looking at him made my knees weak. We both just stand there, staring into each other's orbs. Jin still had his arms wrapped around my waist and I still had my arms wrapped around his neck.

"Feeling better?" He asks.

"Yeah...I'm fine."

We both lean in and our lips touch. I feel his fingers rub circles on my waist. We break and catch our breath. I take his glasses off and put them on me. Jin laughs.

"What?"

"You look cute in them."

A blush forms on my cheeks.

"No, I look like a nerd."

"Yah, don't say that!" Jin comes to my ear and his breath tickles.

"You're beautiful just the way you are." He backs away and I smile at him. I punch him in the chest.

"You really need to stop making me blush."

"Same goes to you."

We both laugh and I shake my head. We chat for a little longer and then join the other guys.

"Finally decided to join us, huh?" Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"We just wanted to join you." I roll my eyes.

"So...what did you and hyung talk about?" Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows.

"About the concert. What else?" Jin said.

"Oh, I think you know." Jungkook giggled.

"Shut up, or no food for you tonight."

Jungkook pouted and we all laugh. We chatted together for a while. The members kept on teasing Jin and I for all that lovey dovey stuff we did. Jin kept telling them that we're just friends, but they didn't believe him.

"Hey, guys! The fireworks are going off! Come on!" Namjoon said.

We all rush outside and gasp at the beautiful fireworks.

"Wow, so pretty!" Hoseok exclaimed.

"OMG, I love all the colors!" I grin.

Then, I feel someone's fingers intertwine with mine. I gasp a little. I had a hunch on who it was and I was correct.

"They're so bright and beautiful."

I turn and see him smiling at me. I smile back and turn back. I rest my head on his shoulder and enjoy the rest of the fireworks. It felt like a dream, but it wasn't. I was standing right here, at the stadium, with my wonderful friends, enjoying the fireworks.

It was simply magnificent.

A/N: This is one of the LYS concerts I cannot forget cause of Jin's exposed forehead and glasses. I think we're all feral for his forehead and him with glasses on. 😅

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ouuuuki · 3 years

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Stormbringer ((Page 41 - 60))

Of course, I asked him to browse the government's military materials. Of course, the materials related to the research were kept confidential and were disposed of immediately after the war, but it turned out that a unit of the army was seeking donations for human experimentation in the west. That's the first clue, I'm the biggest contributor. "Chuya seemed to understand the flow of the story, and he turned his terrifying gaze toward the last man. For Iceman cold blood. "::: I'm not doing much," he said, offering the final material. "I found the sibling composition of your parents and the family tree beyond, the location of the school you attended, the report card and grade photo, and the birth record of the government office. Don't let the chief know the investigation. I could rely on the report card because I was a small finger, and I did the burglary eight times. "Iceman Nakaya made his eyes black and white while receiving the materials. The cold blood nodded, and for the first time today, with a faint smile. Iceman Odas Few people know him normally. But when he wasn't working, his cold blood was mild, and he was a mild-mannered man who loved coffee and Leonkou code. There aren't many people who know it. I know all five people here. Chuya Nakahara looked at all of them in turn. Everyone was smiling. Piano man. Stupid bird. Surgeon usually Abatros

Libman Iceman spokeswoman. Toshihide Tatsuhide of the cold-blooded port mafia "Why" Chuya saw the photo "This is ::-I think it's an action against the chief." It's a photo. As long as it was, Chuya wouldn't betray the Mafia, but the Pianoman shrugged his shoulders with a light face. "I was asked to watch if Chuya knew the secret, but it wasn't said to hide the secret." Chuya stared at the piano man to find out the intention of each bite. .. "Why" Chuya's expression makes me feel uneasy. "Why do you go that far?" "Why?" The piano man made a natural look. "I told you. 1st Anniversary 0" It's not a big deal. "The spokeswoman looked around, as if he was rather embarrassed by Chuya's attitude. "Speaking of which, that's right," the spokeswoman said with a very natural look. B. "Because they are friends, is it different for" Sheep "?" Shun ...

Chuya's upset expression was that in "Sheep", all humans relied on Chuya. The reverse never happened. "Let's think about it like this, Mr. Chuya-a spokesman opened his arms and made a gentle expression." It's not a gift. It's a flag. The army has raised the flag since the time of ancient Rome. There is only one reason, to let you know. Ku We are here, and every time any of the six of us, a party of the elected ones, are in danger, you remember the flag, and of the flag. Gather below .: I'm looking forward to it. " As expected, Libman "Fufu ::: A famous speech in the middle. As expected, a public relations officer, and countless women deceived by his speech: ・:" The surgeon said like a soliloquy. "I don't know what you mean," said a spokeswoman with a cool smile. "Oh yeah, by the way, this Flags Meisho Tsu Youngkai has the official name" Flag Association ". I took the current metaphor from there. However, only the founder, Piano Man, remembers the name and uses it. "Flagsus" "Flag Association"? "A fool bird shook his head. "It's like I heard it for the first time." "Hey, did you forget it? Hey, you're in trouble, did you explain it first?" Ito Pianoman looked around at everyone, but no one changed his expression. Wait, maybe no one really even remembers? The name Natsudon that I've been worried about for three months. "Uyo, Tsu Albatross Bensetsu Dama Ribman, everyone.

"What?" Everyone turned their eyes away from the piano man. Only Chuya was staring at the photo in his hand. It's not what you see there, but the existence of the photo itself, as if all the answers were written. "Congratulations on the first anniversary of joining the Chuya Mafia," everyone said. For a moment-for a few seconds, Chuya made a child's expression that he didn't know what to do. He compared everyone, compared the materials, and compared himself in the picture. "What happened?" Chuya suddenly returned to me when the piano man said so. "Oh, then I made an effort to make an angry face, and when I opened B and tried to yell at something, I didn't think of anything. 0 Everyone was wondering and saw Chuya. Nakaya hurried. I turned my back and shouted at the entrance. Sugu "Oh, that's right," Chuya's voice was unnecessarily loud. "In other words, if I suddenly showed this, I was impressed. I wonder if I'll cry and apologize, or that kind of aim! "Australia"

"Do you want to get on such a hand, okay, I'll never get on it!" Chuya walked toward the entrance with a rough step, with his face turned away. "I'm going home! Okay, I'm not following you! You shouldn't look at me!" The piano man looked around everyone, and then said to Chuya. "Well, it can't be helped if Chuya returns. According to my schedule, everyone would play a billard game after this ::: Will we do it alone?" Shuhin "The guest of honor will return. What? ”A spokeswoman lifts his eyebrows. Lots of "I can't help it. Fortunately, I have a lot of sake. Fortunately, there are prizes for trying to relieve my work after a long time." "It's wonderful." "Hey Chuya. "Turn it on and go home!" The stupid bird waved toward the entrance 0 "Do it yourself!" Chuya kicked the door open and went out of the store. "Hmm" Lee Everyone looked at each other's faces, and then looked at the door to say nothing. Ten seconds and twenty seconds have passed, with the silence. Abatos

Thirty seconds when no one is sick and does not relax. Forty seconds-a little less than the 丨, the door of the store opened small. "Shit. Explain the rules. I'll get all the prizes!" Chuya stood at the door with an expression that seemed to mix regret and anger equally. I have to do that. "The piano man smiled. It became. From then on, the scenery inside the store is quite natural, the sound of striking the ball, footsteps, cheers, swearing, moaning, clicking the glass, the sound of the ball falling, and the laughter of young people. A common sight all over the world. If you add the assets of everyone in the room, you can buy many lots of this city. However, such speciality could not be seen there. It was a conversation of ordinary young people everywhere. "Who was the last person at the bottom?" "It's still time to say such a light word." Su "I don't have enough alcohol." "Haha, I'm drunk and my hands are crazy! And lose." I'm crazy. It seems that I can only put balls about three times as much as you. "Sentence" I'm sorry! "Who?

Someone in the lively store played music with Juke Pox. With the music of old wind instruments in the background, billard balls, champagne glasses, and all the street corners where light mouths are exchanged are commonplace. Everybody wants it, it's not too difficult to get, and when it's lost, it disappears in an instant. It was there for a champagne foamy time. "Ufufu: ・: ・ I will decide with this" You Kinba "By the way, I saw you walking in the harbor with a blonde woman. Is it a new girlfriend?" "Ah, eh? , This is terrible "" What's wrong, you, etc., do you want to lose to me so much? "" Wow, the placement of the ball is dangerous, don't turn it to Chuya! The invincible Prince I-sama gets on with it again 2 " Who is the prince of me! "" Rabbit horns, decide! I'll ask the next guy! " It was a perfect blow. The hand ball given the rotation of the push ball rolls and hits the target ball. The target ball bounced the second ball

I'm sorry. The target ball, which became a chain of billiards, further flicked the table balls one after another, and changed its trajectory. The colorful balls that were given the power of movement drew intricate geometric patterns on the table, and "Oh," someone breathed. After a complex reflex reaction that was hard to follow, the final targets, yellow and nine-all-white No. 9, flowed into the central pocket. Kanman Ninepo City And-with a deep breathing slowness, No. 9 was in his pocket, and after a moment of silence, everyone cheered. "Wow!" "What can I see in a professional game right now!" "Artistic trajectory" "Unfortunately Chuya Nakahara, your consecutive championship was prevented by this" "The new champion "It's birth." "Who did you squeeze now?" Kimi, something strange happened there. Everyone was surprised. And everyone was looking for the person who sown. There were six people in the room until a while ago, but now there are seven people, "praise is fine," said the seventh person. Kurokami and Biiro Hitomi sentence A blue suit. Long limbs. Long black hair and dark-skinned eyes. A well-organized but serious face combination shot energy surprise

I'm just following the basics of the investigation manual, which says, "Prize is fine. To get information from humans, you should interact more and more intimately," holding the stick vertically like a ceremonial cane. So. As planned, it seems that the ritual game has deepened the relationship. Now you can move on to the mission. "The voice of the young Shinken often goes through in Hirakawa. And his eyes are forever serious. The peaceful Billard tournament ended there. Kukuri Knife-The hatchet sprinted to the young man's head, making a sound like burning the space. "Oops," the young man in a blue suit turned his head away to avoid the blade that broke through the air. It was a stupid bird who shook the Kukri knife hatchet with the tip of his hair scattered in the air when he was late to escape. The stupid bird avoiding the blade does not lose its calm expression and sinks the whole body deeply 0 Iceman What appeared from behind was a cold-blooded whole body holding a sniper and bending like a twisted sword, The young man in a blue suit, who was shot like a sniper bullet, avoided it without difficulty. In addition, a series of pursuit stab attacks are fired, and a stubborn stick grazes the skin of his nose, burns his hair, and pierces the hair growth of his ears, but there is no direct hit. All of them are avoided at intervals of several sentences. Put them in Albatos.

"Don't do it" Funny "Haha, it's funny-I think people in this shop without a wolf want to be killed by the soul! Let's make our wish come true-" This is Despite playing the game in a friendly manner, the aggression of the subject of the investigation is increasing. It is unreasonable. Why? "The wolves did not wait for the reply of the young wolf. Behind the young man who had lost his posture due to the avoidance of the stick, a thin, brilliant thread stretched out in a circle from the watch of the piano man who had already wrapped around. "Would you like me to continue the excuse on the floor?" The thread slowly fell on the young man's neck. A thread that is almost visible to the eye and can only be seen as a line of light reflection is wrapped around the young man's neck. When the piano man shakes his wrist, the circular thread contracts sharply and winds into his sleeve. It started to be taken. Naka-ya destroyed only one-armed winder. Pianoman has a winder on the sleeves of both arms. And once the electric winder hidden in the sleeves starts Subun, who is the decapitation stand for death that cannot be removed by any superhuman strength, immediately put a striking stick around his neck. However, the rolled-up piano wire is made of wooden sticks.

It was chewed and cut like sugar confectionery. The circumference of the piano wire perfectly matched the thickness of the young man's neck. Mujihi Wire After that, the ruthless steel wire did not just level the young man's neck into a table. "I didn't avoid the young man. I didn't even try to remove it from my neck. I didn't have to do that. The piano wire was slipping on the surface of the young man's skin. The plow winder roared. It digs into the skin, but that's it. It doesn't get scratched, and "detects the load on the outer skin contactor," said the young man with no expression. "I will follow the assetd self-defense routine and take an escape action," and suddenly turned sideways. The body rotated like a wheel without any preparatory movement. The piano man's take-up device, in which cute leather shoes draw a circle in the air, can withstand the rotation speed, and the pieces torn off along with the piano 0 line fly in the air. "Huh, this is wonderful." The piano man is retreating. It was. "There is only one fighting talent or one to get into the mafia's burrow." Everyone took a quicker distance than I quickly. The iron rules of normal combat do not apply to those who are incompetent in combat. It's different from a gun or a knife, an unknown

This is because it was a disaster of ease. If mishandled, the young people, who were at immediate risk of death, quickly moved away and moved into a formation of anti-combat. "No, I'm not a lonely man," said the young man, who pulled out a black emblem from the chest of his suit. "My name is Adam. That's right, I'm a detective of Europol." The air in the room changed. "Is it the police?" The piano man smiled sharply like a knife. "In that case, Mr. Yumu Adachin, as you said, there seems to have been a misunderstanding. It is wrong to think that the police power will enter this society and return alive! Public relations officer!" "I received it," said a young man in a blue suit who called himself Adam, who took out two machine guns from the back of his cloak and fired ten shots per second at high speed. , Raised the back of the hand to protect it. A nine-barrel bullet slides on the front 0 side of the back of his hand and bounces diagonally. "Detect the impact! Percentage to the limit of breaking stress!" Exclaims a European detective named Adam. "You may be doing damage to an international investigator!" "You're still a talented person who can't attack physically." Pianoman looks at the other person with a calm eye. Official, keep him in check and switch to the tactics of detention. "Nanacho, Tsu Machine Pistol Jin Yes

Iceman "Wait" Cold blood made a bitter voice while holding the stick. "Iceman's cold blood, which doesn't feel uncomfortable on his skin, made a startling expression for the first time today." For the first time, a confused expression appeared on the faces of everyone who wasn't a talented person. A human who can't pass through and even plays a nine-piece bullet with his bare hands is not an incompetent person. That is the same phenomenon that Iceman's impossible gravity reverses and the sun and moon collide. But cold blood is the intuition. (It is impossible to make a mistake), Tsukiyo, Tsumujun It was quite possible that human beings would be faced with two completely contradictory situations, and it would be difficult to maintain the front line, leading to confusion and escape. 0 But they weren't all ordinary people. The "interesting" piano man laughed. "If so, it's first come, first served! It's all about one topic! Everyone is allowed to use different abilities!" Iriyo / Tsukasa "Uncovering the secret of different abilities, I understand" S sentence "Haha! If you try to kill him, it will take a week

Immediately after "Fufu ::: Laparotomy", countless light spots appeared in the room, as light as a fist. It has no heat or weight, and it begins to rotate around Adam in a blue suit, like a revolving star. Immediately after that, Adam's posture collapsed. "Oh?" Saba', Adam's leather shoes sink into the hard floor. As if he had stepped into a soft desert. The floorboard crumbles like sand and swallows shoes. He steps on to pull out, but his other leg to step on is also beginning to sink. He involuntarily puts his left hand on the floor. His hands are also sinking. "This is ...:" Adam twisted his body and tried to grab the legs of the Pilard stand. Something grows from the back of his hand, and the skin is covered with fine scales. A bird-like slender head lined up with a lot of fangs in the cavities Mi-yo Tsuriyu, Tsusu It was a dinosaur. Above the neck of a small dinosaur, from the back of Adam's hand, it grew like a plant. B. "There is no corresponding information in the knowledge module." Adam shook his neck. A Subun dinosaur shouted and ate Adam's neck. Scales

Adam shook his head and managed to avoid it, but because of that, he lost his posture and sank into the floor. Suddenly, thin threads spewed out from the ceiling in a radial pattern. The thread was entwined with Adam and then rapidly wound up to the point of ejection. The flax-colored sand slammed on Adam's ceiling scatters the wood on the ceiling, and at the same time Adam moans, the thread disappears. Attracted by gravity, Adam crashes into the falling floor. And he is once again sunk into the flooring that has turned into sand hell. Ninshiki "The battle evaluation module can't recognize the situation." Adam's neck was entwined with the piano wire again. "Challenging the six people here alone was a daring calculation mistake, the police. "My husband" A piano man with a spare winder smiled with a stern smile. "For this reason, if you receive the different abilities of the first anniversary at the same time, it's a gift that even the world champion will not have in ten seconds. You can destroy your arms and legs, Chuya." Lee You "Chuya" Adam reacted to the new leaves and changed his expression. "Are you still?" Suishun Then it was a momentary event. Funshiyu

At Migiu, Adam deliberately sank his right arm to the floor. A dinosaur screamed and disappeared into the floor. His left leg recoiled from the floor as he sank his right arm. Adam kicked one of the nearby Billard stands with his left leg. The stroking stick on the table rolled down. The toes of Adam's toes came back to catch the stick Tsumaki Tora. And he kicked up. To even look at him. Adam's left hand grabbed the falling bar, which was kicked by his long legs, spinning in the air on his back. After turning the bar several times, his body slips out of the floor in reaction to piercing the sand floor. "Are you a musician!" Cried the stupid bird. "Don't move him to your own mountain anymore!" The piano man skips the instructions. A spokesman fired a submachine gun. Twisting in the air, Adam evaded all his bullets. Every bullet goes through 0 through the body. Adagum flies in the air as he walks through the maze of death created by the rain of bullets with a minimum of physical effort. And landing (the place where it landed-in front of Chuya, in order to prevent Chuya and others from sinking, Adam, who has not yet been desertified to the floor, raised a stick. Machine Pist Albatross

"Chuya!" Someone shouted and threw the stick on the floor. "Mr. Chuya Nakahara" Adam kneels on the floor, hangs his head, takes the most salute attitude to you, and "I came to protect you." Chuya Nakahara was confused. Seeing a European who takes a obedience attitude in front of him with an incredible look, "This machine is a first-type autonomous thinking calculator Adam Frankenstein manufactured by Dr. Walston Craft, a talented engineer. The purpose is to arrest an assassin who is aiming at you: The name of the assassin is Verleen Paul Verleen. "" Verleen, what? "Hearing that name changed Nakaya's complexion. "Why do you know the name?" 0 "Do you know Chuya" Is it an assassin? "Su" Did you use a calculator? "A. Young people buzzing. Adam stood up and was serious. I said it with my eyes. Oshu

Colorful spheres fly in the air. Mostly bruise, orange, dark green. A flock of bright colors to the eyes. All of them returned in arcs of different heights, "Suge :::", stunned by the stupid bird. Adam was throwing a ball of Pilard. It is thrown into the air and caught in the manner of a beanbag. Nine spheres draw complicated arcs of different heights and dance 0 in the air like a living thing. "Sure, it's not a work that a street performer can do." However, Adam said with a serious face. "The numbers of the two spheres in the highest position are always disjoint, that is, they are always arranged so that they do not have a common prime factor." "Mr. Chuya. You cannot repel Verlaine alone. He was dispatched. He is not just an assassin. He is the assassin king Paul Verlaine your brother. "Albatros

The piano man folded his arms and stared at the dancing ball. "Hmm. 5 and 8, next 4 and 9: ・: I'm sure." "What? Common element ・ :: ・ What?" Albatross said, "Absurd bird, I'm asking you to become a little stronger in numbers. Give me. If you go up, you need numbers. "Pia Aki Nomain said with a dismayed face. Inside the Billardo store. Six young people are sitting on the billard stand so as to surround Adam. Everyone is watching Adam's acrobatics in the center. "Is this what you are good at?" Simple "It's a simple physics operation," Adam said with no expression. "Gravitational acceleration, air resistance, rotational moment, motion, Coriolis force. The physical quantity that constantly acts on a substance is calculated over time to predict the behavior of the sphere. This kind of physical calculation ability is greater than that of the human brain. Because the computer is far better. "Wow: Do you understand?" "Hmm, awesome." The stupid bird sighed. "I don't understand at all." I understand. "Ribman with cold blood" Public relations officer, you. "What?" A "I don't know here, you're the only one," said a spokesman, looking forward. "It's the last." Adam threw the ball over his shoulder and into the rear Billard stand in the blind spot. Albatross Ribman

All the balls were exactly sucked into the pocket. In a row, all nine are blamed and quiet. "Tara!" Adam opened his arms and suddenly shouted out. Everyone was scared. Adam looked at everyone, saw the Pilard stand that threw the ball, and then shook his head. "Okokuya? No applause. It's different from the information in the external storage storage." Iceman "Um. Yahari This guy doesn't seem to be a human being." Cold blood said with no expression. "Fufu ::: European genius is more than a rumor :::" The surgeon smiled dimly. "I would like to apply the technology of the living body part to the treatment of my patients: Ukai Ue," Well, I will introduce myself again. "Adam bowed to Chuya and others. "This machine is an Adam acorn secret. I'm an artificial intelligence investigator who came to this country secretly. My favorite foods are dumplings and grass fruits. I don't like the metal detector at the airport security checkpoint. My dream is to establish a criminal mechanism consisting only of machine detectives, and to protect humans with the excellent investigative power of machines. "0" Machine-only criminal mechanism? Why? " "Of course, humans are imperfect and illogical, and we are better at being perfect machines." A "I suddenly said something scary :::" S "Well, you are a machine." Let's believe, "said the piano man. "But it's still a problem.

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