#better watch out for the wannabe assassin

[exghul]

tell us how damian would have reacted as he ran into the room if slade killed talia?

in short: slade would be dead.

damian bases his morality on his father's code because he believes in seeking the truth and he truly wants to believe in justice for all, even those who are damned. he struggles with this ideal constantly, especially in his earlier years. it eventually becomes the rift in his and bruce's relationship: damian will kill those who he believes are a detriment to society, especially any that pose a great threat to gotham (re: killing a joker wannabe because he posed the same threat as the original).

he breaks his word to his father moreso as an adult, the guilt no longer an issue. as a kid and into his teenage years, damian has a constant battle between his own sense of justice and his promise to be morally better -- to be more like his father than his mother (and co). his promise to his father is tied to his integrity and the young naivety of a child that has not grown into his own skin yet. when he comes into himself and picks up the batman mantle for the first time, this is no longer an issue: he has settled into his skin, made peace with who he truly is.

but talia? damian values his mother over literally every other person in the world. she raised him, she shielded him, she has killed for him. did she build him into a lethal weapon? absolutely. did she do it with the softest hand that she could despite her own treatment at her father's hands? absolutely. at age eight when damian demanded to meet his father, he had not spent the introspective time away from her side to understand this. he only thought she kept him from bruce out of selfishness or because she truly wanted him to beat her in a fight.

side note: it is ridiculous to pretend that damian beat her at age eight. talia is one of the best assassins the league has ever produced. when ra's is dead for the billionth time, talia takes hold of the league (we don't talk abt nyssa she's shoehorned into like 2 years in my timeline we'll come back to her). talia is a master tactician: she brought damian to bruce at a strategic time, not because her eight year old son bested her one on one (she let him win. he won't know until he is self-reflective enough to realize).

after living with bruce among the other bats, damian finally spent time around a diversity of wildly different humans which in turn forced him to begin defining himself outside of his al ghul legacy that he believes himself entitled to. in gotham, subordinates talked back. in gotham, there is a legal justice system that crime is subjected to --- it is not simply kill or be killed.

this finally gives him the space to reflect on where he came from and who was beside him. he gradually lets go of his entitled brat attitude, forced to reconcile that outside the league, he is not a prince: he is just another warm body in a city that eats and eats and eats its citizens. the doting he found annoying at a younger age, he now can look back on fondly. his memories of talia are brighter with every year as he becomes an adult: he begins to fathom the why of her each move rather than simply chalking it up to an insecurity that one's mother does not love her only son. she is more his blood than bruce or ra's ever could dream to be.

damian is only somewhat sadistic --- but that is his mother (it would be slow). killing slade would serve not only to satiate the fury at watching his mother die but also as his own way of processing it. slade would get a full villain soliloquy as damian breaks bone after bone. he has surgical accuracy in death, thanks to not only the tutoring talia ensured he had but her own experienced hand guided him more than he can count.

to summarize: slade would be dead. @pitborn <3

#pitborn #sometimes i close my eyes and open them to see my screen is full of word barf #this is sometimes #i was gonna focus on dami's hate for s.lade but - #yeah talking abt his parents seems more appropriate here #rip slade - #ANS. #⊰ ℜ ⊱ ┊ i need not for your absolution; do not hold that sword over me. ┊ DAMIAN WAYNE: CANON.

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

We’re collaborating with the nice folks at Rotten Tomato to bring you a personalized movie pairing. There’s just one small catch… Let’s see if you can figure it out.

Aries 

You know that Video Game Movies have typically been pretty bad. So for you we have 2016’s “Pixels” with Adam Sandler in the role of Billy Mitchell… Oh, sorry. The role of “Sam Brenner” trying to beat Donkey Kong. With a Tomato score of 18% think how bad this movie was if you compare it to 2019’s “Cats” rated at 19%! If you make popcorn don’t butter it - you’ll be throwing it at the TV.  

Taurus 

Assuming you’re sharing someone’s Netflix account, you can screw up their library by playing 2020’s “365 Days”. To say this was a “50 Shades of Grey” ripoff would be far kinder than it deserves… since it’s got a Tomato rating of… ZERO. If you think you can just Fast Forward to the “Good Parts”... joke’s on you; there aren’t any. If you’re that hard up for some soft-core porn find a local estate sale and ask to see the VHS tape collection.

Gemini  

Hope you like classic horror movies because you’re getting “JAWS”... sorta. Actually it’s 2022’s “Jaws”-wannabe movie, “Maneater”. This Shark-sploitation film at JUST under 90 minutes got a 17% on the TomatoMeter, meaning it’s worse than both “Cats” and “Pixels". Since the Screen Actors Guild defines a Feature Film as needing a minimum of 80 minutes, the only true victim here is the editor. This week be nicer to workers - any one of them could be working on the sequel. 

Cancer Moon-Child 

How could someone turn a beloved literary icon from 1883 into one of the greatest film flops, and with one of the best loved actors starring? With a Tomato score of 28% 2022’s “Pinocchio” is worlds better than 2000’s adaptation, “Geppetto” with Drew Carey, which has NO Tomato score at all! This week save up and rent 1999’s “Bicentennial Man” with Robin Williams. With a 36% you’ll thank us later. 

Leo 

We’ll make this simple for you. 2002’s monster-stinker, “The Master of Disguise” starring Dana Carvey comes in with a One Percent TomatoMeter rating. Even Brent Spiner couldn’t help this movie… come to think of it, Brent couldn’t help “Geppetto” either. This week don’t go buying a new Android.

Virgo 

What can we say, except… your movie couldn’t rate much lower than that. And it doesn’t! Your’s got a 6% TomatoMeter score - and keep that in mind when we remind you that one of the talented performers in it was SIR Patrick Stewart! The film? 2017’s “The Emoji Movie”. This week re-watch 2018’s “Ralph Breaks the Internet”, scoring 88%, for the seventeenth time.

Libra ()

O-o-o-oh-h-h, aren’t YOU lucky? You get to have a face-off with Taurus for the bottom rung. Skewered with a ZERO on the TomatoMeter you get 2014’s Nic Cage blockbuster, “Left Behind” aka “What Happens When An Infinitely Powerful Being Snaps Their Fingers And Disappears Part Of The Population?” Worse yet, that same year he was in “Tokarev” at 12%, “Dying of the Light” at 11%, and “Outcast” at 4%. We understand Nic’s movies are either terrible or magnificent, but DAMN, that’s a crap year for him. This week, just let Taurus have the higher rung.

Scorpio 

Remember what we said about Video Game Movies being crap? And how “Cats” was a 19% score? Well, keep that in mind since you’re getting the same 19% rated “Assassin’s Creed” from 2016. You have a choice to make; watch this 2 hour movie all the way through, or go to YouTube and watch the animation from user “2Snacks” called “Two Best Sisters Replay - Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood” 27 times. Seriously, go watch that instead.

Sagittarius 

Got Good News, and Bad News for you. The GOOD news is you get to pick between follow-up movies with a 9% or a 22% score. The BAD news is the two movies are 2015’s reboot “Fan-4-Tastic”, aka “Fantastic 4”, or 2016’s “Zoolander No. 2”, the sequel to the fAbUlOuSlY sUcCeSsFuL “Zoolander”. If you can’t choose, we'll make you watch them both at the same time!  

Capricorn 

There are a number of famous dogs in cinematic history. Scoobie-Doo, Lassie, Benji… but you are getting the worst of them all - 2022’s Zero-Rated “Marmaduke”. We’ll make it easy on you. If you want to watch a bad kid’s movie, a quick search on YouTube will bring you the 1979 release “C.H.O.M.P.S.” It’s got NO Tomato rating, but it’s free - and has Conrad Bain, Red Buttons, and Valerie Bertinelli in it.

Aquarius 

You’re also getting to choose between two horror movies: one rated 34% and one rated, believe it or not, 93%! First is Keven Bacon’s 2022 “They/Them” with an axe murderer, though it’s hard to know who to root for there… or 1954’s “THEM!” starring… a bunch of radioactively overgrown ants. Look, we’re being nice to you this time… PICK THE ANTS!

Pisces  

Wow, uhm… Remember back in 2020 when they released “The New Mutants”? Kind of a horror story built on the X-Men franchise with new, young mutants? It wasn’t well received, getting a solid 35% on the TomatoMeter. Which is, really, pretty good if you consider the last time they tried this; the 1996 Fox TV Movie, “Generation X” starring Finola Hughes, Jeremy Ratchford, and Matt Frewer. Do yourself a favour and just re-watch “Max Headroom”. It’ll have better special effects. 

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

#horrorscope #horoscope #comedy #parody #chasing glory in all the wrong places #funny

[mrsukitakekyoraku]

Damon’s mind in episode 3, as soon as he discovers who the Traveler is:

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #a6 #damon reznor #a6 damon #jes zovack #he has at least 5 plans to bring the cat into the ship and at least 5 to give us away #maybe not but who knows #better watch out for the wannabe assassin

[alleycat97]

Rival Week

Poppy x MC (Bea)

Taglist: @samanthadalton @belvoiresqueenbee @kwaj115 @baexpoppy

@somewillwin @a-ghost-girl @uhh-the-green-thing

Short Poppy x MC fic, I'm not good at Poppy, but i hope you enjoy!

There were two things that pissed Poppy Min-Sinclair off and that was Bea Hughes, and people who harmed Bea Hughes.

So, she liked the girl and would literally bestow hell on anyone who hurt her precious Bea. Now, she would never admit it, but she loved the way Bea would handle her with her strong farm hands or look at her like no one else existed. She made Poppy truly feel special.

But, being the Queen, sacrifices had to be made, and Bea was one of them. Plus it didn’t help that the girl was after her crown. Poppy had too much to lose, something that would have a new meaning soon enough.

So the Zeta’s were in a war with the crosstown Theta’s of Sagenhaft University. It was rivalry week and Poppy tried to command her troops while trying to avoid Bea and her dumb farm smells.

Bea on the other hand was head over heels for Poppy. One taste is all it took and she was hooked. Poppy didn’t have time to waste on Bea and Bea couldn’t sit by and watch Poppy fail again.

The Theta’s had slipped some nair in the girls shampoo and Poppy fell victim. It was a crippling blow, bald was so not in season.

So Bea took it upon herself to get revenge for Zeta House. Theta house sat on top of the world it seemed like. It overlooked the campus from afar and Bea finally climbed atop the mountain of concrete, arriving in her sexy ass assassin gear.

There was no one around and the door happened to be open. It was time to get in and out, “a little J-lube will do ladies.” Bea added some lube to the wash bottles and made her way to the open balcony window.

Stepping out, she ran into the entire Theta squad. “Haha, hey everyone, this must not be the library.”

Back at Belvoire, it was Zeta movie night and all the girls were interrupted by the T. It was a picture of Bea handcuffed in her underwear with Theta makeup markings all over her body.

Poppy was pissed. She scrambled the troops and got ready to retaliate when she heard loud cheering and a car’s tires squealing away from out front.

The Theta’s disposed of Bea on the front lawn of the Zeta house and everyone came to check on her.

“Move!” Poppy demanded parting the sea of bodies. “Leave us! I need to be alone with Bea.”

“What the hell where you thinking wannabe?!”

“I wanted to help you Pops. You aren’t mad are you?”

“Mad! I’m furious! You aren’t a Zeta Bea! You broke a century old tradition! I don’t need your help! I had it under control.”

“I’m…im sorry, I just wanted to…” Bea tried.

“Save it, let’s get you inside.” Poppy said trying to pick up the blonde but Bea collapsed immediately to the ground wincing in pain.

“What’s wrong!?”

“My leg, I think it’s broken. It hurts.” Bea whined. The adrenaline had finally wore off.

“Next question is, Why are you so wet?” Poppy asked flipping on her flashlight. “You’re bleeding! What did they do to you!?” Poppy screamed. Rule number two was broken now.

“I’m getting really tired Pops, and cold.” Bea yawned closing her eyes.

“Don’t you go to sleep Bea! Stay awake, I need you…” Bea faded into a tiring sleep listening to Poppy panic and woke up soon in the hospital.

The shorter girl who she thought was Poppy wearing Bea’s ball cap, and was yelling at a nurse and Bea tried to sit up in her bed to stop her.

Sensing Bea wake, Poppy shoved the nurse out of the room and checked on Bea.

“How do you feel loser?” Poppy asked grinning.

“Better, I see my leg was broken.”

“Two places. You must have taken a good fall. What did they do to you?”

“After they tied me up and took pictures, one of the Theta’s walked me to the car but they slipped and tripped me so I fell down the stairs. I guess the steps cut me open and the landing broke my leg.” I didn’t feel any of it. I guess because I was outnumbered 140 to 1.”

“They’ll pay for this. Zeta or not. No one touches you but me. You got that Farmsville?”

“You’re my hero Poptart.” Bea mocked.

“You belong to me, and as your Queen, it’s my job to protect all my followers, even you.”

“Or maybe you like me.” Bea teased.

“Maybe I just needed you for recon. That way I can plan out next attack.” Poppy smirked.

“You need me for more than recon. Oh Bea! Don’t fall asleep, I need you…” Bea teased recalling her final moments last night.

“First off, I don’t sound like that, and second, you must have hit your head, because you’re saying nonsense.”

“Just admit you like me Pops. Admit that you need me.”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I need you desperately.” Poppy spoke straddling Bea on the bed.

“Maybe I need you on my thrown, by my side as MY Queen.”

Bea grinned as she accepted Poppy’s fury of kisses.

#poppy x mc #queen b poppy #poppy min sinclair

[marvels-writings]

Colors

Yelena Belova Masterlist

Requested by Anon: imagine a very feminine reader who loves dressing up and doing her hair and makeup meeting yelena and the first thing yelena says is like “do you always dress like that?” earning a snarky response from the reader

Word Count: 1k (so damn fluffy)

A/N: So i may have edited the request a bit so it’s before their first date, and i hope you’ll still like this.

This can be read as a oneshot or a sort of a prequel to Choices

Quiet music played in the background in your room, the earrings you held in your hands glinting in the bright sunlight seeping through your windows. Your grin was unmatched by the brightness of any of the objects in your room, not even the sparkling necklace you wore.

Every part of your outfit screamed girly and cute, and you loved it, more than anyone. Your makeup matched your bright yellow sundress, which went just above your thighs. It was littered with tiny sunflower patterns, minimalistic yet cute.

Proud of your outfit, you spun a little in the mirror, grinning even wider at the way you looked. Fixing up your hair, you turned off the music and waltzed outside. The rest of the team, enjoying their day off, lounged around on the couches, finally wearing something except for mission attire.

Yet none of them were wearing something out of their way as you were. You gained their compliments along with their raised eyebrows at the sudden change. All of them seemed a little surprised at the sunshine crossing their path, all except for two Russian assassins.

Natasha smirked knowingly at the reason for your outfit, gesturing her head in the direction of her sister's room. She did not doubt that Yelena was probably panicking about what to wear today, even though it was nothing too fancy. It was just a park date you'd invited her to, but it was all the more special to her.

It was special because you'd been the one to ask her out; after the months she'd spent pining over you and struggling to impress you. It seemed that her desperate, sometimes hilarious attempts to win you over had succeeded as you skipped over to her room.

You knocked on the door, smiling as you fidgeted with the strap of the matching purse you'd carried for your phone and your wallet. Mentally checking through everything you wanted to have for this date, even the present, you stood in front of Yelena's door.

It opened to reveal Yelena standing there in a tank top and jeans, clearly expecting Natasha instead of you. Her eyes widened, the door moved to shut, hiding the clothes covering the length of her bed. Her indecision was still obvious in the way she tried to hide her disheveled state.

She licked her lips, greeting you with a timid smile, her eyes looking over your outfit. Your once proud grin dissipated to a nervous smile, no less proud but more hesitant. Her hazel eyes continued to take in every detail of your outfit, from the hoop earrings to the patterns on your dress.

"Do you always dress like that?" Yelena asked, gesturing to you with her hand. Her voice contained so much disdain for you; it wasn't the approval nor the appreciation you had been expecting. Taking offense to the comment, you raised an eyebrow, setting your hands on your hips.

"One of us has to look good for our date." You remarked, eyes narrowing at her. She flinched a little at your response, gaze falling to the ground. You frowned at the response; not thinking the comment would have much effect on her.

You knew it didn't offend her when you caught the grin she was trying to hide. Yelena shook her head at the comment, opening the door wider to usher you inside. You stepped in, eyebrow-raising in response to the clothes littering every inch of her room. Her entire closet emptied.

"Help me look good for it?" She asked, a timid smile on her face as she toyed with her fingers. A grin covered your face at her nervousness, turning around to a sight that melted your heart even more. She was so nervous to go on this date, her knowing smirk gone and replaced by the most hesitant of smiles.

You nodded in response to her request, grinning as you began to sort through the clothes on her bed. Many of them were too fancy for a party, let alone a park date. Yelena perched at the corner of her bed, watching you intently. A light frown covered her face when you marched out, only to be replaced with a bigger grin when you returned with your speaker.

An indie playlist rang through the room; you danced a little bit to it while matching outfits together. Yelena even asked you to help organize her closet, solely to watch your nose scrunch when you couldn't figure out how to arrange them. She made up tiny excuses or flaws in the outfits you chose so you could pick out other ones.

Anything so she could keep watching you. These moments of bliss were more than she could imagine, seeing you this happy just to pick out an outfit for her. Your outfit was better than anything she could pick out, but she could never pull off something that... bright.

You resembled sunshine in it, looking bright enough to light up her bleak room. Enough to light it up so she wore something except for her greys and blacks. She eventually settled on a yellow shirt that Natasha had gifted her as a joke, knowing she would never wear a color that bright, paired with black jeans and a tight leather jacket.

Quickly changing into it in the bathroom, she opened the door to her room to see you organizing the clothes into tiny piles, but the jacket on your shoulders wasn't one you were wearing before. It was hers, a black denim jacket that matched the color of the sunflower patterns on your dress.

A grin covered her face as you hooked your arm through hers, letting her guide you out of the room and toward the park. You talked about everything and nothing on the way there, smiling at the odd glances Yelena got at her choice of clothes.

Yelena watched as you proudly showed off your selection of outfits to Natasha. She rubbed the back of her neck bashfully, boasting the bright colors she wore, grinning at the jacket you wore. You didn't take it off, not even when the sun blazed down on you at the park.

Your adamance to wear her clothes stretched to even after the date, when you helped her organize her closet, stealing some sweatshirts and hoodies on the way. Her first date with you wasn't anything like she'd planned, but if these were how dates with you were.

She was happy wearing whatever you wanted her to, even if that was the most vivid colors you could find. Anything to see your bright smile.

A/N: Tell me what you think!! I did put some effort so feedback is fantastic!

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[simplysummers]

Hannah and Bea watch Star Wars

A few weeks ago, my bestie @floatyteabag (Hannah) and I (Bea) watched Star Wars: Attack of the Clones together. I, being a lifelong Star Wars nerd and a lover of all things Obi-Wan, somehow managed to rope this awesome human into watching the second sequel with me, keeping in mind she had never seen them before.

This is some of our live commentary, lacking in any context, which I felt needed to be shared with you all. I’m also leaving absolutely no indication as to who said what, to make it even funnier.

“FUCKING HELL WTF THEY BLEW UP ALREADY”

“R2 rolling about, he don’t give a fuck.”

“The face of a man who was WRONG.”

“Imagine R2 but as a hoover/vacuum. Perfection”

“‘He wouldn’t assassinate anyone’ 0-0 bro anyone named Count Dooku ain’t a good bro, bro”

“I don’t trust this man.” “I won’t spoil anything but you really shouldn’t lmao.”

“Captain Tofu?”

“Ooo someone’s in trouble. It’s me, idk why I said that”

“It’s better than my croissant attempt.”

“‘She’s a politician and they’re not to be trusted’ THAT IS THE BEST QUOTE”

“Ew look at the centipedes”

“How is she asleep like that. I would’ve had cramp in my wrist after 5 minutes.”

“HE JUST YEETED HIMSELF OUT OF THE WINDOW.”

“Anakin is me driving.” “Obi-Wan is me in your passenger seat.”

“We’d be a menace to society but that’s their problem, not ours.”

“He fully skydived out of the car.”

“Obi-Wan is so chill. He’s just ‘>_> hate it when he does that’ like he’s done this before??? Aight”

“‘I want to go home and rethink my life’ same babes.”

“Omg Bea that is legit us, me being Anakin, the underage loser.”

“Bestie we ARE Anakin and Obi-Wan.”

“ITS BOBA FETT. No it’s not. YES IT IS. Hmmm.”

“Boba Fettacini.”

“Yoda floating around on the wii fit board.”

“Padme who let you lead a country.”

“WE ARE HANNAKIN AND OBEA-WAN.”

“Rocking up to space McDonalds” “I’d order a milkshake.”

“I stg if I become attached to this Cody dude.” “I’m VERY attached to the clones and it never ends well in Star Wars, so I’m dragging you down with me.”

“Look at the Pixar lamps!”

“He VIOLATED him for no reason!”

“PADME YOU DID NOT JUST SHOOT HIM DOWN WITH NO DEFENCE.”

“All I see are some cotton earbuds”

“So there’s like 50 clones of the same person running around?” “…..much more than 50.”

“Anakin, many things are smooth on that planet and you are NOT one of them.”

“Padme was over it before it had even begun.”

“Absolute kings. They deserve their own show….wait they have their own show….they deserve MORE Then.”

“🎵 the hiiiiiiilllss are aliiiiiiiive 🎵”

“Anakin’s a communist confirmed-“

“OH MY HOLY ITS THE MEME.”

“Yes. Step on Anakin”

“Calm down Harry Potter with your floating Pear.”

“Anakin thinks he’s Shakespeare.”

“An extract from The Prelude: by Anakin Skywalker 🌺”

“I want a jet pack.”

“Ohh kick him!”

“Love how Boba, who is like ten, is just *shooty mcshooty*”

“‘Oh not good’ BABES LET GO”

“Hmmm yes ship is flying away *activates glowstick*” “it’s for the aesthetic.”

“Hey Ani, uh I kinda sold your Mom to some rando but hey we’re still cool right??”

“Boba: hehehehehe 😄”

“‘Get him dad, get him, FIRE’ this isn’t CALL OF DUTY, BOBA.”

“Mothman wannabe.”

“Obi-Wan: I’m an international…superspy. SUPERSPYYYYYY.”

“Why is Tom Jones there?”

“she can’t die! I’m actually crying…..never mind I started laughing at Anakin’s face.”

“Lmao I love how Obi-Wan was talking for a straight minute and R2 was like ‘I’m busy sir, the audacity.’”

“‘It’s all Obi-Wan’s fault!’ Babes Obi-Wan isnt with you.” “Anakin take a chill pill!”

“‘R2 what are you doing here’ that’s fucking rude. Let him be.”

“Poor Jar Jar he just wants to make friends.”

“Don’t speak of Qui-Gon you HOE.”

“Count Dooku, turning on his voice chair: I want you on my team, Obi-Wan.”

“Parliament would be so much better if they floated in those pods.”

“Padme: maybe I can find a diplomatic solution to this.’ Anakin: *grabs glowstick*”

“‘Obtuse’ 3PO HOW DARE YOU.”

“Someone put Padme on total wipeout.”

“‘I want to go home’ ‘what did I do to deserve this’ 3PO is too relatable.”

“Padme chose the wrong day to wear white.”

“‘Obi-Wan’s gonna kill me’ priorities dude”

“‘Good job’ sass king.”

“Obi-Wan- the king of puns.”

“How is Padme not crying.” “Legit. I bang my hip on the bed frame and it’s like almost waterworks.”

“Ahhhhh my kings they are coming.”

“Oooo a purple wand.”

“Jango doing the spiny gun thing. Show off.”

“I know he did NOT just decapitate jango.” “And his son was just 0-0 off to the side.”

“‘I am beside myself.’ I WISH I WAS THIS QUICK.”

“I care too much about the clones I swear to god.”

“I WANT TO BE IN THE POD WITH THE GUN.” “YOU IN THE GUNNERS NEST WOULD BE FERAL.”

“Ooooo hamster wheels.”

“‘PAHDMAHY’”

“Anakin you pleb.”

“If he has a red glowstick you know he’s a bad guy.”

“That clone just wanted an excuse to go home”

“He just straight up lost an arm. Hope he’s not right handed.”

“Bet Yoda’s glowstick is green……BAM.”

“THE CLONE WARS HAS BEGUN BABBYYYYYY.”

“PALPATINE NEEDS TO DO A BETTER JOB AT HIDING HIS CHIN.”

“‘Without the clones it wouldn’t have been a victory’ too fucking right. My boys deserve recognition.”

“The clones carried this.” “The clones carry everything these losers do.”

“MARRIAGE?!????”

“It’s like a Vegas wedding. ✨ spontaneous ✨”

This was genuinely the most fun I’ve had watching a Star Wars movie with anyone. Han’ is hilarious and together we destroyed the movie while ironically loving it. We’ve watched ROTS, up next is Solo. And I actually cannot wait for that trainwreck.

#Hannah and bea watch Star Wars #Star Wars #star wars prequels #star wars attack of the clones #attack of the clones #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #yoda #boba fett #Jango Fett #clone troopers #mace Windu #count Dooku #emperor palpatine #sheev palpatine #c 3po #r2d2 #shmi skywalker #Owen Lara #cliegg lars #beru lars #watto #captain typho #bea’s mutuals

[maxwell-grant]

Vincenzo: The Gentleman Villain Reborn

Long before there were loudmouth buff guys in spandex, there was the gentleman villain.

There once was a time when the gentleman villain, whether a gentleman thief in the Raffles or Lupin mold, or murderous arch-criminals like Fu Manchu and Fantomas, organizations like Les Vampires, and even in-between figures like Rocambole and Judex, was the coolest thing in the pop culture block. The figures right around the corner of Baker Street, when Nick Carter and Sexton Blake and any billion old serial detectives weren’t quite cutting it. Their time was not to last long in the spotlight, as the pulp heroes consolidated domain in the 30s and then the superheroes took over, but every now and then, they return in various forms, never fully gone. But I’d dare say I’d never seen a gentleman villain story quite so bold, so modern, so dynamic and so gloriously over-the-top in pride over it’s existence, until I began watching Vincenzo.

Vincenzo is BADASS and I don’t use the term lightly. Not just the titular character, but the show itself. It’s currently a couple episodes short of the finale and you should stop everything you’re doing or watching and go watch Vincenzo. It’s been an utterly glorious ride from beginning to end with no shortage of great characters, terrific writing, great relationships and jaw-dropping moments as every episode succeeds in topping each other in WOW HOLY SHIT factor. It’s a shot of adrenaline and storytelling excellence to the eyeballs and you don’t have anything better to be doing right now than watching this.

I mentioned a while ago that Black was a show that, besides being also terrific in quality, captured my interest as a Shadow fan specifically because I saw in Black what I believe is the heart of The Shadow as a character: an embodiment of evil, motivated and created and warped by social catastrophe and strife, set loose to punish true evil in order to protect humanity. In that regard, if Black is where I find the heart of The Shadow, Vincenzo is where I find the spirit of what I like about The Shadow as a series: Cathartic urban fairytales where an extraordinary agent of change, armed with incredible cunning, sleight-of-hand and combat skills, rises above a dark background to command a folk brigade of ordinary people who reveal themselves to be extraordinary through their newfound purpose, to right the wrongs of society’s predators, by being better at their tactics than they are and turning their tools against them. 

I’m gonna spoil it a bit under the cut but please go watch it. I cannot praise this show enough and I’ll do my best to try.

Vincenzo centers around the titular character, Vincenzo Cassano, an Italian lawyer who works for the mafia as a consigliere, adopted by it’s Don at the age of eight. After the death of the Don and an attempted betrayal by his son, Vincenzo flees to Seoul and ends up taking residence at a ramshackle building called Geumga Plaza. Geumga Plaza is the hiding place of a gigantic stash of gold hidden by one of Vincenzo’s former clients, and he intends to retrieve it to rebuild his life somewhere else. Naturally, not only is the hidden room completely impenetrable, but the building is occupied. by residents who are being forced out of it by criminals working for the Babel corporation, which intends to take possession of the building. And thus, Vincenzo has to put his skills into working out progressively bigger problems, as his efforts to uncover the gold turn into a fight against Babel and it’s lawyers, as the problems take on bigger and bigger proportions. 

Vincenzo’s got a lot of what you’d expect from a k-drama at first glance. The leading man is a dashing young man, the leading lady is headstrong and stubborn, you see their romance coming a mile away and they take their damn time getting there, there’s emotional backstories that take a long time to be revealed, lots of wacky side characters and comedy interspersed with the darkest moments, a focus on corporate corruption, and so on. But it’s got an intrusion of elements brought by Vincenzo’s inclusion, such as mob drama, tonal and cultural imbalance, and the gentleman villain tropes that Vincenzo brings, as the catalyst of change whose antics backflip through action hero, romantic hero, super hero and super villain, cunning puppetmaster and gun-toting warrior alike, and start to have an effect on the world around him. His allies become stronger, more determined and effective, and the villains grow smarter and more horrid as they desperately try to avoid their own downfalls.

On paper, Vincenzo is almost a textbook example of how to craft a villain protagonist. He’s a mysterious foreigner with a hidden past and incredible skills who shows up uninvited in “our” world, who starts terrorizing and manipulating people into doing his bidding. He’s got a hotheaded and foolish investigator chasing after his every move, and frequently employs misdirection and sleight-of-hand to fool the authorities. He commits crimes and employs underhanded methods in the service of stamping out people worse than himself. He never really makes any claim of being a hero and actively rejects the notion he’s fighting for justice, but instead states he’s doing it as a matter of principle. One of the characters early on even states he gives off the vibe of a movie villain, even Vincenzo himself tells Hong Cha-Young, the female lead, that he’s teaching her how to be a proper villain. In another series, Vincenzo would be the hypercompetent sidekick to the main villain, or secretly the main villain, the lone badass that the action hero would have a tough fight against before defeating and moving on. But Vincenzo does not allow himself to be dismissed so easily. 

On the first episode, when we’re introduced to him in Italy, he’s painted as the badass to end all badasses. But the minute he arrives in Seoul, he falls for a trick at the airport and is mugged by two cabbies, and has to walk around penniless and without dignity, shouting curses in Italian that nobody understands. He has to sleep in a broken down apartment, his “taking a steamy shower with classical music playing” fanservice scene keeps being interrupted because the shower doesn’t work, and a pigeon chattering outside his window keeps ruining his sleep. 

The tenants of the building are all introduced as varying levels of unsympathetic and useless, or downright creepy. The tailor screws up his favorite suit, the chef who claims to have studied in Italy is a total fraud, there’s tenants who scare us by passing as ghosts and zombies, and Hong Cha-Young is introduced as an unlikable stooge for Babel. Vincenzo is a villain protagonist who is forced out of his grand mafia epic film, where he conducts business around lavish manors while classical music plays, and stumbles onto a korean drama, a world that operates by different rules and where no one has any reason to take him seriously at first, and gradually finds out that the difference between both worlds is not as big as he’d imagined.

It’s only at the very end of the first episode, when the neighborhood gangsters show up to terrorize the tenants, that Vincenzo starts to kick ass again, and he has not stopped so far. In fact, not just him, ALL of the tenants have gradually started kicking ass with him. Hong Cha-Young severs all connections to Babel and proves to be, as his main partner in crime, just as cunning, twice as driven, and three times as batshit and kooky. The tailor who ruined his suit turns out to be an ex-gang member capable of fending off groups of thugs with only his scissors. The creepy piano girl reveals herself a hacking genius, the zombie impersonators become incredible actors, the failed wrestler and badass wannabe becomes his most active field agent along with his equally strong wife, the chef improves his cooking and lends his restaurant as a meeting center, all of the characters, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM gradually become incredible, competent, resourceful people, really no different than they were before, it just took a little courage and pushing. 

The headstrong and foolish agent pursuing Vincenzo becomes 100% smitten with him and quickly becomes one of his greatest allies. Even the neighborhood gangsters, after being left to die by Babel and forced to start anew, quickly become some of his most loyal allies, and gradually redeem themselves in the eyes of the tenants to the point they become friends. In departing from his old family, Vincenzo forms a new one, even if never by his intention. They even all get matching suits.

This incredibly potent, human core surrounding the antics of an extraordinary figure of action is part of what used to make the Agents of The Shadow such a special, meaningful and beloved part of the series, and something every adaptation since then has been 100% poorer for neglecting. But Vincenzo does it, and does it right. I could watch a billion adventures with these people and never get sick of them. 

Vincenzo is a slick, modern take on the gentleman villain that takes many of it’s oldest conventions and provides blueprints for making them work in modern times. His plans often take a performance art-edge as he employs tactics both old-fashioned and modern, like using social media to stage an event in front of the Plaza so the bulldozers set to demolish it won’t be able to pass, or copying files and passing them to his police contact while keeping the real ones when said police contact inevitably betrays him. The tenants put all of their skills to use, no matter how unusual or seemingly useless. Every episode lays the groundwork for a smashing finale where all of the threads come together and we bare witness to a grand tapestry of karmic retribution.

The villains themselves are no slouch, and also have that modern edge that gradually ramps up. They stage discreet assassinations involving gas leaks and watches meant to burst into flames. They stack the deck impossibly against all characters. They employ masked goons by the dozens, armies of lawyers to smudge any connections between themselves and their actions, and every sector of society in covering them, from journalists publishing pro-Babel propaganda to police commissioners. The assistant of the main villain does zumba classes amidst ordering assassinations, and is often likened to a snake and a witch with her "Crystal Ball” (the name she uses for ordering assassin contacts by the phone), complete with a cowardly, scheming assistant she bullies at every turn. The CEO of Babel has a dual nature not out of place in a Jekyll & Hyde/Dorian Grey kind of story. 

The main villain is often painted as a slasher villain backed by massive corporate power, murdering people with hockey equipments and even outright named “Jason” at one point, with a tense string theme song accompanying his deeds. The show hides the villain at plain sight by using one of the most familiar set-ups of romantic dramas and the tension never stops even after he’s revealed. 

Mobster films tend to paint an idealized version of it’s protagonists, not necessarily because of a genuine love or interest with mobsters (I mean, it really goes without saying that real life mobsters are obviously not admirable figures), but out of a sense of displaying a “this is what it could be” fantasy, a fantasy where the mafioso is a dark hero who will still ultimately do the right thing and stick up for the little guy, in a similar way to how superheroes often function as police officers except, y’know, actually dedicated to protecting people. 

Vincenzo does go to great lengths to address the imbalance of putting such a dark figure as it’s hero, through showing how the situation can only be addressed by the intrusion of a figure such as Vincenzo. There’s a scene where Vincenzo and Hong proceed to explain extremely succintly to their cop ally why the “bad apples” argument is horseshit.  One of the show’s characters, someone who’s spent his entire life being the best person he could, and dedicating himself 110% percent to fighting evil even at the expense of connecting with his own family, someone who absolutely should be the hero to take down Babel, admits shortly before dying that it wasn’t enough, that it was never going to be enough, and that what the situation calls for isn’t a hero, but a monster. That monster being Vincenzo, who is not only powerful and monstrous, but commands the loyalty of people high and low class alike, criminals and law enforcement agents, to fight Babel. In his words, “the ultimate monster”, something even the world’s biggest badass cannot defeat by himself. 

On most other set-ups, Vincenzo would be pretty unmistakably the villain. But here, when he’s set up against a starkly realistic depiction of how corporations actually function in our world, depicts that Vincenzo’s ability to clear his way through goons John Wick-style is nowhere near enough, and to that end, he’s gonna have to fight impossible battles using his brains and his allies. And in the end, he defeats them, time and time again, and proves that they were not that impossible after all. 

One can only hope he’s on to something.

Oh yeah and THE PIGEON BY HIS WINDOW ALSO KICKS ASS and I will not explain how, just watch the show, I can’t do it justice no matter how much I talk about it.

#k-drama #vincenzo #i've fallen in the k-drama rabbit hole and I am not getting back up #I love everything about this show so goddamn much #song joong ki #tvn vincenzo

[trulivin]

Hands Off, Please

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first fic that I wanted to share with you just so you could get a sense of my writing style and whatnot. Please let me know what you think and requests are open

Kaz Brekker X Reader, Six Of Crows

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse in the past but nothing too graphic!

*I also made this aesthetic so if you would like to use it please just tag me or give me credit for it! And yes I know my gif is janky, but it’s fine!*

Y/N sat at a table on the main floor of the Slat with Rotty and Specht, waiting for Kaz to get out of his meeting with whoever he had a deal with this time. As a long-time member of the Dregs and someone who was practically brought up by the notorious Dirtyhands, Y/N was held in high respect, partially out of fear, among her fellow Crows. Most of the time at least. Of course everyone teased her and called her ‘the bastard’s queen’ or ‘Brekker’s shadow’ because he had always left her in charge whenever he was busy, or she somehow was allowed to beat up anyone who was out of hand. People just listened to her since Kaz gave her so much power. Her reputation as the assassin of the Barrel helped as well.

It was surprising to people like Inej, Jesper, Wylan, and Nina to see Kaz get extremely close to someone, but he had let his guard down with Y/N. He could let his guard down with her. Though he would never admit it, Inej could easily notice the slight change in his demeanor when Y/N was around. Even Y/N showed a subtle difference in her eye when she was around Kaz. It was like they were the same person, always watching their own backs behind a mask, but when they were together all the disguises were disregarded. Jesper was also quite convinced the two were in a secret relationship because of how Kaz somehow always picked Y/N out in a room. On a job, Jesper noticed how he would somehow keep an eye on the dark-haired girl and make sure she was out of harm's way, especially during the raid of the Ice Court and the events following that nearly killed them all. But, sadly the two never showed any signs of physical or emotional connection. They were always together but out of each other’s reach in the slightest. However, there had always been an unsaid establishment that Y/N was Kaz’s and no one could have her.

Of course, that wasn’t known to all of the members of the Dregs. Mainly the younger boys and the newest members.

Rotty and Specht saw a couple of the new boys head over to their table and moved over a bit letting the newbies come and join them. Y/N smiled kindly and also scooted over allowing more room at the little table. “Well we did it!” a boy named Flynn said on Y/N’s right. “Oh did you now,” Specht smirked at Rotty and Y/N. Flynn and Riker were sent to shake up some filthy wannabe boss for the money he owed Kaz for getting him out of trouble.

“So you got the money then?” Y/N asked, bored already with this lot. The newbies smirked and plopped a leather bag on the table in front of her. She leaned back, slightly impressed these idiots actually did it. Of course she trailed after them, making sure they could actually get the job done. The guy may not have had a lot of people backing him, but he had two other guys that could easily take out two, arrogant teenagers.

“We sure did, sweetheart,” Riker smirked at her. Y/N raised an eyebrow at the boy. Rotty and Specht dropped their grins and their eyes went cold. “Watch your mouth,” Rotty snarled. Y/N was actually somewhat excited to see how this would unfold. No, she did not appreciate the little rat calling her that, but if a fight was about to break out she wouldn’t be opposed to that. “I didn’t do anything,” Riker said putting his hands up as if he were surrendering but Y/N could see a glint in his eye. She rolled her eyes. Boys she thought.

Y/N was undeniably a sight for sore eyes in the Barrel so she was bound to draw attention from people, but no one in the Dregs dared to make a move out of fear of what Kaz Brekker would do to them.

“So we got the money. What do we get in return?” Flynn asked. Y/N, Specht, and Rotty sent him a nasty look. “A place to crash and more jobs,” Specht snapped. “Surely we get something better,” Flynn pressed, winking at Y/N. Who the hell was this kid? It was cute at first, but the jokes were already getting old. Riker seemed content with sitting in silence and not pressing on with the jokes and almost looked as shocked as Specht, Rotty, and Y/N at his friend’s response. She glanced up at Per Haskell’s old office hoping Kaz would be finished soon, but the door remained closed. “Why don’t you keep your dicks in your pants boys,” Y/N snapped. If Rotty and Specht were dogs, the hairs on the back of their necks would be bristling. The two had been good friends of Y/N since they met, and if it weren’t for Kaz, they’d probably be the most protective of her.

“Oh come on, you’re the hottest one here,” Flynn said, “Surely you’ve shacked up with the other boys before, yeah?”. Y/N pursed her lips, “I think you hurt Anika’s feelings.” She ignored his other comment. Then Flynn did something no one was expecting: he rested a hand dangerously high on Y/N’s leg. Her cold eyes snapped to his smirking face. That did it. Rotty shoved Flynn off of her and swung. There was a definite crunch.

Riker being an idiot lunged at Rotty landing a solid hit before Specht launched himself into the fight. Everyone’s attention turned on the fight and a few of the younger members joined in trying to back up Riker and Flynn. Y/N somehow got shoved over as more people started taking sides. What the hell was happening in here? She huffed to herself before trying to tear Flynn off of Rotty. He turned and swung not realizing who was. Y/N took a hit to her eye and felt a little blood run down the side of her face.

His face drained and said, “Oh. Darling I am so sorry.” Darling? All the voices of the horrible men rang out in her head for a moment. Y/N glared at him before pulling her arm back and breaking his nose. She then kneed him in the crotch and managed to wrestle him to the ground. Everyone was practically fighting on top of each other. Y/N’s anger flared as she shoved him harder into the wooden floor and scraped his face to make sure some splinters would come up. “You ever lay your hands on me again and I will break both of your arms,” Y/N hissed in his ear digging her need further into his neck. “You crazy bitch!” He screamed in pain.

“You have no idea--” Y/N started, but a loud shot went off and everyone fell silent. “What the hell is going on here?” Kaz growled on the balcony holding a pistol in one hand and his cane in the other. I close my door for one second and this whole damn place falls apart. His eyes were darker than night, and when his eyes landed on Y/N’s partially swollen face his eyes somehow went darker. He was beyond furious. “Well?” He snapped as everyone stayed frozen where they were still holding on to their opponents. Unfortunately, Flynn had been the one to decide to open his mouth, “This psycho,” he gestured under Y/N to Rotty, “Attacked me!” “Yeah well why don’t you keep your hands to yourself then you filthy little perv,” Rotty bit back.

“All I did was flirt a bit with her! Like everyone else does!” Y/N dug Flynn’s face harder into the floor and jabbed him with her knee again. “There’s a difference between having a conversation with someone, flirting, and then trying to feel them up,” She hissed at the boy. She could feel Kaz’s hard stare on her as she seemed to be in the center of a circle now.

Y/N twisted his arm tighter and dug her nails into his skin. Flynn cried out in pain and his eyes went to Kaz. He stood there with narrowed eyes. After a bad childhood, Y/N had always been wary of a man’s touch. Much like Inej, she was picked up and taken to the Menagerie for a majority of her childhood on top of being raised by an abusive father with brothers who seemed to follow in their father’s footsteps. Kaz of course was the only one who knew about this, but Specht and Rotty had a faint idea of what happened after they found her in a closet puking her guts out, pale as a ghost after a job went awry with a nasty man who had a taste for young pretty girls.

“Well? Aren’t you going to help me?” Flynn begged Kaz. Kaz looked at the picture in front of him. Y/N was dangerous right now. He knew the boy laid a hand on her as soon as he came out of the office to see her practically smothering him. She always had that look in her eye that told Kaz when someone stepped out of line. He was screaming inside to just go and strangle the kid for laying a single finger on his girl, but he didn’t need to lose anymore newbies. They were useful for mediocre jobs that Kaz didn’t need to do himself.

Kaz pushed off of the railing and began making his way down to the main floor. “Y/N,” he said calmly, “Up you go.” She glared at Kaz but said nothing, releasing her grip on Flynn. The boy stood up and rolled his shoulders as everyone began picking things back up. Kaz didn’t even have to say anything and they all started cleaning up the mess they made. Rotty and Specht flanked Y/N’s sides as soon as she stood up. Flynn and Riker were still in between them and an approaching Kaz.

“Thank you,” Flynn scowled at Y/N. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He went on, “You’re crazy, bitch. Now I get why you didn’t acknowledge my other comment earlier,” Flynn spat, “No one would ever want to sleep with you, I mean they’d have to--” Kaz’s cane collided with the back of Flynn’s leg causing him to collapse. “Finish that sentence and I’ll let Y/N break more than just your arms,” Kaz growled quietly. He never shouted which made him more dangerous.

But Flynn ignored the pain and smirked again at Y/N. That did it. Y/N grabbed the two daggers in her belt and flipped them up before lunging at the boy. She didn’t care if she was going to kill him. Kaz wouldn’t kick her out of the gang and if he did then screw him too. Y/N knew boys like this. They’d only grow up to be monsters.

Rotty and Specht tried getting in her way because even if they didn’t like this kid, they weren’t going to let Y/N kill anyone in the gang. She easily slipped out of their arms hitting them hard in the face causing them to double over in pain. Just as she was about to slit the kid’s throat, strong arms grabbed her. She felt cool leather hands on her bare arms and a body blocking hers from the cowering boy on the floor. Just how it should be, she thought maliciously. “Let me go!” Y/N snapped, struggling to get to Flynn.

“No,” Kaz said calmly. “Get him out of here,” Kaz ordered Specht and Rotty. Y/N struggled harder against Kaz.

“You can’t just let him go! I will hunt you down and kill you!”

“No you won’t,” Kaz said coolly in her ear, but she ignored his comment.

“I will kill you if I ever see your face here again!” Y/N screamed after the boy that was being dragged out. “C’mon,” he muttered half dragging Y/N up to his room. He was considerably out of breath by the time they reached the top.

Kaz threw her in the room and stood in between her and the door. He knew she was heavily triggered by her past so he let her scream, shout, chew him out. Whatever she needed. “You’re letting him walk? You? Of all people?” She yelled, “You shouldn’t have done that! I know boys like that! They all turn out the same. Disgusting rats who find it fun to take advantage of young, helpless girls!” She hissed. Kaz watched silently observing all of her features. Even as angry as she was with him and beaten up, Kaz seemed to find Y/N even more beautiful. Practically glowing he thought to himself.

“Are you done?” he asked. Y/N stopped pacing and glared daggers at him. Yet, she let out a breath and nodded. The tunnel of red she saw was slowly fading and she came to her senses. It was simply just her and Kaz in the peace and quiet of his room. He looked at her before his gaze softened a bit. He wanted so badly to brush his bare hands across her face, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. She was intoxicating to him, and he had been slowly working on skin to skin contact with her whenever it was just them. She knew about his brother and she knew how it felt to drown.

It was so easy for her to slip back into her rage and terror over a simple gesture of affection, and Kaz didn’t want to be the one that caused her to act like this. “What happened?” He asked calmly, peeling his gloves off. Y/N caught the movement and stared at his slender hands refusing to let her fascination with them get in the way of her still bubbling rage.

“That little boy thought it would be fun to get a reward for shaking up that guy who owed you money,” Y/N scowled. “And that reward being you?” Kaz quirked a brow. “Yeah,” she spit. “How are you so calm over this?” she growled a moment later. Usually he was more worked up about this and deep down it stung that he didn’t seem to care about her well-being right now. Of course she had no right to care about what he thinks of her. He’s not your boyfriend she scolded herself waiting for his response.

Kaz eyed her for a moment and sighed, “You can take care of yourself.” That wasn’t the answer she was really expecting, but what was it she wanted him to say? He approached her slowly, never taking his eyes off of hers. Y/N stood still, her heart skipping a beat as he stopped in front of her. She saw him take a breath before allowing his hand to brush up against hers. The pain in his eyes over the smallest touch made Y/N pull away. She didn’t want to put him through this. He didn’t owe her anything. “Wait,” He said when she moved her hand.

Kaz’s warm fingers grazed hers before he ran them up her wrist. Any left over anger had subsided as a chill ran down her spine. His dark eyes studied her face and he noticed how her eye now had a purplish tint starting to form, and then he saw where her perfect skin had split and a little blood ran down the side of her face. Kaz gritted his teeth, allowing his temper to begin to rise. In all honesty, he didn’t really know what to think when he saw Y/N on top of the boy digging his skull into the floor. And even worse, for a fleeting moment Kaz had wished it was he who was under her under different circumstances. But he quickly pushed aside any thoughts that weren’t relevant to the event of her killing one of the Dregs in front of everyone.

After a moment, Kaz slowly moved his hand to her face running his fingers lightly across the cut. He allowed his hand to trail down her face as she watched him trace her features. Eventually, his hand fell back next to hers as he allowed himself to intertwine it with her own small hand. Y/N watched as he took a moment to collect himself. She waited for his outburst, but it never came. It was always like this with them. The seclusion of his room, unspoken words that needed to be said, and the smallest touches that left both of them with a burning sensation.

Kaz was getting better at this. After the whole heist and everything, he was getting better with physical contact, but it was still a struggle for him. Even if it was Y/N. He longed to be able to run his hands through her hair, kiss her skin, and just be able to touch her. But somehow, Jordie seemed to slip in his mind as soon as he’d lay a finger on her.

“No one is allowed to lay a hand on you” Kaz murmured partially to himself. She was his and he preferably didn’t want to share. Those nasty little rats, he scowled.

“What is this?” Y/N blurted out softly. Kaz gave her a confused look as the sound of her voice caught him off guard. She even surprised herself. “I mean,” she started with a shaky breath, “What are we?” she finally asked. Kaz looked at her and saw the frightened girl he picked up off the streets as she had escaped the Menagerie. He thought for a moment. What were they? Kaz wondered the same thing. “I-I don’t know,” he said watching her face slightly fall. “But,” he started again, “It doesn’t mean we can’t be something,” he concluded. It was true, he had always wanted to be with her, but he knew she’d have to be patient with him, and he’d have to be patient with her. Kaz couldn’t tell her he would spoil her and shower her with hugs and kisses and gifts because he physically couldn’t. He didn’t want to do that to her and even if he could get over his fear, he didn’t want to push her either.

“It’s hard for me too you know,” she spoke again pulling him from his thoughts. He knew, but he let her talk anyways. “They beat me,” her voice wavered, “and left me in the freezing rain. They laughed at me--” “Don’t, Y/N just don’t,” Kaz stopped her. She didn’t need to explain herself and why she wanted to kill that boy. “You’re safe with me,” Kaz said more firmly now. And hesitantly he did something he didn’t expect himself to do. He pulled her into him and wrapped his arms around her. Y/N froze not knowing if she should hug him back. Timidly, she wrapped her arms around him and the two stood there in silence. Everything inside Kaz screamed at him and the bile rose in his throat, but he forced it away the best he could. She needed him right now even if he felt like he was drowning.

“Kaz,” Y/N mumbled, pulling him up from the cool water that he was slipping under. She could sense his uncomfort and knew it was time to let go. She unwrapped her arms from around him and slowly untangled herself from his body. Surprisingly, he missed the warmth her body brought, but he was also grateful she stepped back and gave him some space. A small smile played at her lips as he stepped back and put his gloves back on. “C’mon,” he spoke softly offering his now covered hand to her. Y/N took it with ease. It doesn’t mean we can’t be something played over in her mind. She was as happy as she could possibly be even if it would take time. She would wait and she knew it would take time not only for him but for her as well. Y/N was just happy Kaz was officially hers in some way, and she got the feeling he was content with that too. Although, she didn’t know she had always been his in his own mind.

They made their way back down to the landing above the Crows. For the most part, the room had been picked up but everyone was still cleaning the mess up. Specht and Rotty had returned with a very bruised Flynn helping pick up broken tables and chairs. As soon as Kaz and Y/N made it on the landing, everyone could sense their presence. All heads turned to them.

“The tables and chairs all better be replaced by tomorrow morning,” Kaz’s hard stare was back. “I didn’t fix this place up with my own money for a bunch of idiots to go and destroy it all.” Y/N stood closely next to Kaz, her eyes narrowed as she was watching the crowd. “And no one lays a hand on Y/N anymore,” he hissed. “If I ever catch any of you with your filthy hands on her, insulting her, or even looking at her without a single ounce of respect, I will break more than just your face.” That was a bit much, Kaz she thought to herself but smirked a little at how much he was actually riled about this.

“Got it?” he snapped. The crowd nodded and gave a terrified “yes” as he glared down on them with his usual Kaz face. Y/N scanned the gang below and found most of the young ones refusing to look at her and Kaz. Flynn was looking anywhere but her. “Did you get that?” she snarled at the newbies. “Flynn?” she spat. All eyes snapped to hers as her anger seemed to be returning. “Yes,” he mumbled along with the others before diverting his eyes. “Back to work,” Kaz snapped, and just like he pushed an unfreeze button, everyone jumped back to picking up damaged pieces.

Flynn, Riker, and a few others decided to head out and find more chairs and tables. When their backs were turned and they were walking out, a very sharp dagger whizzed by Flynn’s ear and hit the wall an inch away from where he put his hand. Everyone jumped at the thump and he turned, wide-eyed back to the landing. Y/N stood there with Kaz behind her. “Next time he won’t stop me from killing you,” she threatened. Flynn and the others recoiled in fear and simply nodded. “Off you go then,” she dismissed them.

Specht and Rotty watched as Kaz stepped aside and let Y/N go up the steps first and saw his hand hover the small of her back as they disappeared back upstairs. “All hail the king and queen,” they joked and went on with their cleaning.

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[mydeardeath]

Forever mine

TimDamiWeek day two : League of Assassins

Sorry for any mistakes, this was not proofread.

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Tim is no longer a vigilante, not really. He still worked as the new oracle on a regular basis, but he was rarely on the street himself. Most of his time was dedicated to WE and to creating a better future. He had abandoned his role as CEO to work for the research department, putting his brain to good use. While most of his projects were for clean energy, he also worked on better equipment for the bats. 

It had been weird to hang up his cape, for him and the family. He had been the first one to abandon the R peacefully and chose his own replacement. He hadn't known Duke that well at the time, but he never regretted choosing him. The man had easily fit into the family, Bruce hadn't complained much, and Jason had been accepting of the new Robin.

A few years had passed since he had hung up the cap, and he had picked up his habit of following the dynamic duo at night. He did not indulge in it that often, but they were nights where he would climb on rooftops and watch the action from afar. Tonight had been one of those nights. Tim had finished his most recent project and had taken a few days off. He sat upon a building overlooking the diamond district, offering a great view of the fight going on below. It still amazed him to see Dick flying through the air, even after so many years spent working alongside the man.

A few months back, he would have been tempted to jump in to fight alongside Dick, but now he just appreciated the show. Dick is going up against a major threat, just kicking the ass of a few wannabe robbers.

The night is somewhat calm for Gotham, and Tim doesn't see the attack. One minute his eyes were on the street below, the next he's swaying dangerously on the roof's edge. He had barely time to regain his footing that another blow came to hit him in the back. He thankfully managed to avoid the next one and rolled back to a safer place.  It doesn't take long for his attacker to come at him again, but this time he's facing him. It took a split second for Tim to identify his opponent as League of assassins. His memory takes him back to his meetings with Pru, Z, and Owen. He had not hesitated to fight them. This man, even standing alone, seemed more dangerous than they were. It's obvious by his stance that the guy has proper training, but what made Tim anxious were his own abilities. Tim was still dangerous himself, but he imagined that this man trained more frequently than him recently. Probably studied Tim's fighting style before attacking him, knowing the level of preparation the league put behind its assassination attempts. Tim can't afford to make a mistake. Hell, he should call Bruce or someone, but he doubted the assassin would let him make a call or even reach for his phone. 

They danced around each other, exchanging a few blows. Tim could see that the man was holding back as if he was playing with his prey and waiting for him to get tired. He needed to find a way out of it, quickly.

His biggest hope might be to catch Dick he was still near him, but that would mean giving his back to that guy, and Tim didn't like that idea much. He still decided to attempt it. He packed a powerful punch toward his assailant before taking off to the next building's roof. Tim had never been the strongest in the family, but he was fast. He also had the advantage of having spent years on those rooftops and knew them better than this man. In the end, it didn't matter at all. The man didn't try to catch up to him, just threw a small knife to his leg that made him lose his balance. Then the man jumped after him. He was on Tim in no time, katana in hand. He managed to avoid the first slash but, soon, he felt the blade sliced through his skin. The wound wasn't deep, but the assassin kept going, covering his body in cuts. 

Tim retaliated with a few blows of his own or attempted to anyway. The man was more than good. He could read him so easily, and Tim stood even less chance as time passed as his movement became slower and sloppier while his assailant was moving with grace, dancing around him. Tim fell to the ground a few minutes later, hitting his head hard on the floor. He tried to stand, but a harsh blow to the head made his vision blur, and all he could do was try to crawl away. 

That was not how he had imagined dying. 

 ***

 Tim startled awake to the sound of his alarm clock. He attempted to reach for his phone, but searing pain stopped him midway. Yesterday's fights came back to him, and Tim wondered how he was still alive. It had looked like an assassination, not a kidnapping.

Tim slowly pushed himself in a sitting position in the bed, in arms straining under the effort of carrying his aching body. His wounds had been tended to and bandaged. Some painkillers were even waiting for him on the nightstand, next to his phone and some clean clothes.

Somebody had taken him to what seemed to be a hotel suite and taken care of him. Whoever it had been, wasn't part of their family or they would have taken him to the batcave. It didn't seem that Tim would have an answer quite yet about his mysterious savior. He couldn't hear a sound in the suite, and unless his savior was hiding, he was completely alone.

Tim didn't want to stay in bed too long and force himself up despite his body's protests. He needed to inform Bruce of what had happened. He wasn't a fool, the league didn't like to leave jobs unfinished, and the whole fiasco of the previous was proof enough that Tim couldn't protect himself from that threat. The realization had not been pleasant. But keeping in shape was apparently not enough, not against that kind of opponent.

Once he managed to gather the energy to get dressed and inspect the room(to no avail, there was no clue of who had brought him here), he hailed a taxi to drive to the manor. He was far too tired to make the trip to his own house and take his car.

Tim hoped that the driver hadn't recognized him, he didn't need to make the front page while looking beaten up. That would be hard to explain to the press, and Tim still didn't like dealing with them despite how many times he had to. 

Tim gave him a good tip before exiting the car, hoping he would keep silent about dropping off a beaten up man at Wayne Manor. Then he made his way to the front door where Alfred had appeared. The butler led him straight to the medbay with a somber expression. He knew that Tim wasn't the kind to get in a fight. That was not supposed to happen to him now that he was retired.

The cave was empty at this hour. Bruce was probably sound asleep at this hour, and nobody else was living at the manor nowadays. Tim let Alfred examine him in silence, still tired and preferring to wait for Bruce to start speaking. He was sure to get a thorough interrogation, so he didn't see the need to tell Alfred every detail right now, simply informing him that it was the league of assassins.

Tim was glad to learn that he didn't have any kind of internal injury. He had hit the ground pretty hard, but he was not concussed. The only problem Tim could have to face now was septicemia because of his weaker immune system. Alfred would keep an eye on him to check he didn't forget his medication, and that would give even more of an excuse to make him stay at the manor for a while.

 ***

 Tim couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched. He had already checked his room twice for cameras, and even though he had found none, he still felt observed. It was hard to tell if the presence if was feeling was a friendly one, watching his back, or an enemy waiting to strike him down.

He knew that Bruce was worried about the league of assassins. Batman hadn't run into Ra's Al Ghul in a while, and Bruce couldn't decipher why he would send his men after Tim now. Tim's works with Wayne Enterprise didn't interfere with any of the league business. There was nothing he could think of that would explain the sudden interest in Tim.

Everyone was worried about him. Bruce had demanded that Cass came home. She was by far the best fighter in the family and had been assigned as his unofficial bodyguard. Wherever he went, she was never far.

Usually, Tim would appreciate the time spent in her company, but he could tell she was tense. She was better at hiding than most, but they had known each other for a while, and Tim had been getting good at reading her microexpressions. 

Not that Tim was faring better. Barely a day after he had gotten to the manor, he had received a gift elegantly wrapped. Bruce had been the one to open it in the batcave, not trusting a mysterious package arriving shortly after the attack.

The box hadn't exploded as they opened or anything of the kind. It simply held a dagger on a velvet pad. A very ancient and beautiful one, that was still sharp and ready to use. Guessing the origin of the dagger wasn't a hardship, especially considering the note that accompanied it. "You should always be prepared, Timothy."

That was a warning, Tim was sure. The assassin was playing with him. He wanted Tim to offer a bit more of a challenge. 

Bruce had taken the note and analyze it thoroughly, from the type of paper to the handwriting. It was a lot of effort for nothing. It was unlikely that any of Ra's assassins would be in the cave database. Bruce didn't like not knowing why Tim was suddenly targeted by the league and not being able to predict when the next attack would come.

The next days passed in a tense atmosphere. Tim tried to relax and appreciate the time he got off work, but there were always shadows or doors creaking that made him jump to his feet, ready to fight for his life. That was not the greatest time off Tim could have had.

Tim was glad to be back at his office, finally able to take his mind off the attack to concentrate on his work, even if it meant waking up thirty minutes earlier than usual to put on make-up to cover his bruises.

Tim smiled at his secretary as if he was perfectly rested and had an awesome time during his break. She returned it with a knowing smile as if she was on a secret. Tim was pretty dumbfounded. He didn't think he had fooled her enough that she would actually think he had had that sort of fun while he was away. She seemed pretty excited nonetheless and Tim finally understood why when he entered his office. There was a beautiful bouquet of red tulips waiting for him in his office. Tim wasn't an expert when it came to the language of flower but it was pretty sure that red was the color of passion or something like that. It was doubtful that it was the company or a client sending it to him to say "good job".

Tim dismissed his secretary and gave a suspicious glare at the flowers. He had not been on a date in a while or even flirted with anyone recently. There was no reason for him to receive such a thing. Tim was almost tempted to send the flowers to be analyzed in case there were hiding poisonous spores but he would most likely pass as a madman to his employees. Still, he put in a far corner of the room, near the windows with the prepared excuse that flowers needed the sun to thrive. In a few days, it would be deemed acceptable for him to throw them away without generating gossip about him turning down an affectionate lover.

Tim spent most of his time working in the labs instead of his office, all to avoid the bouquet. Maybe he was just paranoid, but he preferred to be careful. Plus, that allowed him to also avoid his secretary who seemed to make him want to spill interesting details so that she could report them to the rest of the employees. Not that there was any to give. Tim just preferred to avoid the subject.

 ***

 A week after he had gone back to work, Bruce deemed it safe enough for him to go back to his own loft. Alfred had dropped off some casseroles while Tim was still in his office, so Tim could sink onto his couch to eat a delicious meal while watching some shitty tv show.

It's only the following morning that he noticed the flowers in his room. A bouquet of purple hyacinth this time, according to the quick search he made. 

Somehow, he doubted those had been from Alfred too. There was a note accompanying it this time, still handwritten in the same beautiful calligraphy. "Please accept my sincerest apologies, Timothy."

That had Tim wondering. Had the assassin not been sent by Ra's? He hadn't thought of one of Ra's agent going rogue. It could explain why he had never come back. Betraying Ra's often meant death.

Ra's Al Ghul wasn't the kind to lie, not like that anyway. If he had been the one threatening Tim's life, he wouldn't have tried to pretend otherwise. And the man did have a weird obsession with Tim at some point that could explain the tulips.

Tim wasn't one hundred percent sure that his life was no longer in danger, but he did finally start to relax.

Three weeks after the initial attack, Tim's peace was once again shattered. It was a different assassin this time. Not one trained by the league or with any real experience, Tim was sure of it as the man started to taunt him instead of doing his job, telling him how much money he would make from killing him and what he would do with that much in his pocket. His obvious excitation was short-lived as a bullet pierced his skull right in front of Tim. Tim saw the man's eyes widen suddenly in stupor just before he fell to the ground, lifeless.

Assassins were a daily occurrence after that, Tim having up to three attempts to his life in the span of twenty-four hours. Not that Tim expected anything else when he learned how much his head was worth. It seemed that if Ra's hadn't been behind the first attempt to his life, then it had given him an idea. 

Weirdly enough, it seemed that all his attackers were taken down by the league's own agents before they could do any harm to him. It was as if Ra's was trying to eliminate all competition. But, Tim hardly understood why he had to be involved in that business.

It went on for weeks. Weeks spent worrying about an attack that may never come. Tim didn't understand why the league was stalling this much to finish the job. So he decided to finally act instead of waiting for assassins to attack again.

Without warning anyone of his intentions, Tim boarded a plane headed to Ra's latest known location. The probability that the man was still in a known base was very low, but Tim would try nonetheless. 

Tim hesitated once he landed. He didn't have much of a plan, beyond demanding an audience with Ra's. He could be killed as soon as he crossed the threshold, and none would be the wiser. Tim wondered if he had really been the smarter Robin once upon a time, sure didn't felt like it now.

Tim took a hesitant step out of the plane before steeling himself. Showing weakness would do him no good, the least he could do was appear confident.

Guards watched him climb up the stairs without a word, not showing any signs that they would try to stop him even going as far as opening the door for him, slightly bowing as he passed. Tim's face was blank, seeming emotionless, but he was freaking out. It was almost as if his arrival had been expected, awaited even.

The White Ghost himself came to greet Tim quickly. It was yet another one. Ra's had gone through a few in past years. None had last long since his son's death.

Tim was lead to a grand room where a man that on a throne. The first thought when Tim's eyes felt on him was that the man looked regal in his green robe.  The second he said aloud: "You're not Ra's Al Ghul." 

The man seemed familiar even if Tim couldn't pinpoint from where, but not the leader of the league Tim knew. Definitely too young, the pit never made Ra's rejuvenated that way. Could be that Ra's soul had been transferred to a new body. He really hoped not.

"Ra's Al Ghul is the title of the one leading the League of Assassins, which I am. The man that preceded me is dead. For good."

"Did you kill him?" The question was out of Tim's mouth before he could stop himself. But the man didn't seem offended by the accusation.

"I did. Grandfather wanted to use my body as a vessel for himself. I choose to take his empire instead. It was my birthright, after all."

"You are Talia's son." They hadn't been aware that the Al Ghul family had expended. Tim hoped that hadn't been done with just the idea to provide a new body to Ra's. That would be twisted and horrible for the guy to be born for that sole purpose. And despite the moral instilled by his mentor, Tim found it hard to condemn Ra's murder.

"And Bruce's. I think you know my father rather well."

"What?"

Tim was having a hard time processing that bit of information. The man didn't seem to be lying, but how could the 'greatest detective' have ignored that bit of information.

"I believe you did not come to talk of my lineage, Timothy. I would like to reiterate my apology for hurting you the first time we met."

"That was you?"

"I'm afraid that yes. I had just taken control of the league, and I wanted to consolidate my power by eliminating all that Grandfather had seen as potential successors. Thankfully I saw your mark before my mistake became irreparable. I see now that you are not a threat to my reign. I will never again cause you harm. And I doubt any other will after all that tried in the last few weeks and failed. The world must have gotten my message."

"I'm not quite sure I understand."

The man stood to cross most of the distance separating him from Tim, stopping only a few feet away. His face only showed determination as he took the hem of his clothes in his hands and started to divest.

"Ra's." Tim stammered out, not quite knowing how to refer to the man.

"You may call me Damian, habibi." 

Tim didn't react to the pet name, his eyes fixated on his mark adorning Damian's skin. Their soulmark.

Tim gaped inelegantly, short of words to express his emotion. He was beyond shocked. He hadn't given much thought to his mark in years. Not many had one, and finding one's match was rare as most people preferred to ignore it to make their own choices.

"I would like to offer you a place at my side to lead the league."

Tim was about to answer but Damian shushed him.

"Do not think of what the league had done so far, but what you could do with its many resources. Take your time to think about it. I will in Gotham in a few days, you can tell me your answer over a date."

Damian escorted back to his plan, bidding his goodbye to Tim with a single blossom of red salvia. A token of his intentions.

Tim was quite relieved that Damian didn't insist he stay longer. He had a lot to think about and some time alone would do him some good.

A true partner of Batman should have said no right away, but Tim saw all the possibilities, all the changes he could bring to the world with the league shaped to his image. The proposition was tempting and Tim was already making plans in his mind.

Tim wasn't quite sure what to make of Damian. The man's apparent desire to date, since he was not based on anything relevant. But Tim's love's life had been non-existent since Tam and he could admit that sometimes he got pretty lonely. He could even admit that Damian was easy on the eyes when he wasn't trying to kill him. It wouldn't hurt to go on a date. 

The only problems were Damian's role as the leader of a criminal organization that his family had often fought against. And that he was Bruce's son.

Tim rolled the flower between his fingers, a soft smile on his face. For once, he would take time to enjoy his life and worry later. He didn't have to tell anything to his mentor and let Damian deal with it when the time came. It sounded like a good plan.

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[imagine-loki]

Ruin

TITLE: Ruin

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT:

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that halfway through a makeout session, Loki stops abruptly. He stares for a long moment before he says anything. “I can’t ruin you like this.” He anxiously stands to put space between you. “I have to leave.”

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: My to-do list is a mile long , but I saw this and my mind wrote it on its own. Did I never intend them to be romantically involved? Yes. Did I really think of Lily as an oblivious ace for a long time? Also yes. Do I enjoy the current chaotic bi vibes she’s putting out? H e l l  y e s. Language. Kissing. Idiots. Speed run, so errors may be plentiful.

SUMMARY: Loki has been feeling feels that he can no longer shove into box and ignore. Lily didn’t know she could possibly have access to that box and would very much like the opportunity to do so. Loki is dramatic AF and is pleasantly surprised he’s been lied to. 

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His lips trailed an invisible line over her neck, gliding over the expanse of skin until it reached a point where her pulse thrummed steadily. A second later his tongue darted over the heated flesh, tasting the electricity of her skin and what tasted like fresh morning dew. His teeth followed, pinching skin together so he could suck a half-dollar size bruise into it before returning to the honeyed lips he had already kissed swollen. The half-gasped whimper that followed as response would have usually spurred Loki on in his actions. This time, it was the noise that broke him from his reverie.

He pulled back, blinking drunkenly at the flushed face staring back in wide-eyed, pouting surprise. For a second the perfectly sky blue marbles beckoned him back like a siren call, but the Prince caught himself before he managed to drag her back onto his mouth. Fine, silver strands slipped through his fingers, the ends curling delicately around his digits and tickled his palms. He tried not to focus on the fact that the fact that they felt like each follicle was woven of spider’s silk.

A kiss brushed onto the inside of his wrist, startling him out of the silent exploration of her hair. There was a silent question in Lily’s stare, a curiosity as to why he had pulled away when they both had been perfectly content to try to devour each other a moment prior.

All Loki saw was an innocent curiosity reflected back at him and a genuine desire to share affection. It was all very overwhelming. Loki’s hands retreated abruptly, just as the dark cloud settled over his features. “I can’t ruin you like this,” he murmured, his face screwed into a frown that looked more distraught than Lily had ever seen it. He was on his feet a second later, almost as if shocked by lightning. “I have to go.”

“Wha–Loki!” Lily called at the already slamming door, leaving Lily behind, in his quarters, she might add, earnestly confused as to what had just happened. How all of it had happened.

Lily couldn’t remember who had started their short-lived tryst. It just sort of… happened.

The pair had been play-fighting, an increasingly common occurrence that would come about from Lily feeling a little too sure of herself and would decide to test her reflexes and element of surprise. Loki could always see her attacks coming a mile away, if he were honest. The little plant witch had only managed to startle him once, and it was very quickly rectified. He had not let his guard down ever again.

The familiar sensation of being watched crept up his spine and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. There was no ominous feeling, but rather a knowledge that he was not alone. The smirk that crept up on his face was unintentional, but it also unsuppressed. Loki continued sorting through materials as if there were nothing amiss. The slightest breeze fluttered his hair and the smell of ozone and magic filled his nose as he easily grabbed the arm that had intended to wind around his neck and he flipped the person over his shoulder.

Lily landed, flat on her back in bed with a choked gasp, scrambling quickly out of the vulnerable position, but Loki was far faster than she ever hoped to be. Not to mention that he was so much stronger, his hands bigger, able to pin her down neatly with little effort. Her veins glowed green in tandem with the vines that intended to squeeze Loki still.

He gave a surprised chuckle in response–they never had resorted to magic when they grappled like this. His response to shapeshift was second nature. The giant serpent that slithered eerily in her screeching direction dealt with the vines with little issue. She swallowed her protests to pin him down before the shape of a porcupine had her shuffling off again. More vines, more pliant and dense than the first, bound the creature down before a fox took its place. The ebony of its fur contrasted with the bright green of the vines was surprisingly endearing. Loki noisily gnawed at the vines as he rolled onto his back, hind legs kicking up a storm.

“Aww, I didn’t think you could shift into cute things!” She cooed, scratching him under his chin, prompting him to let out a startled yelp.

While Loki was no stranger to Lily suddenly thrusting affection in his direction in the form of hugs and genuine compliments, they were usually after he was in dire need of it, or vice versa. They never seemed to share this affection when they were both perfectly fine, but rather as comfort. And while the gentle stroking of her fingers up the bridge of his snout was soothing in a quasi hypnotic manner, there was still a bubble of emotion that he was sort of uncomfortable with gurgling at the pit of his stomach.

In the tumult of his emotions, he had shifted back, vines disappearing into the ether, and yet her fingers still trailed that lazy route from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose and back. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint when his head had shifted into her lap or when he decided it was a good idea for his teeth to playfully nip at her fingers. All he knew was that after a moment he her face was down by his and their mouths pressed together. Everything after that had been a blur.

And now she was sitting alone in his room, trying to piece together the last hour and why in every god’s name he had decided to bail on her.

Lily marched out of the dark bedroom and out into the hallways. She was sure Loki would be hiding quite proficiently–there wasn’t a creature alive that could find Loki if he did not want to be found, but she could certainly try. Lily peeked into the lab where Tony and Bruce tinkered away at their science projects.

“Tony, have you seen Loki?” She knew Bruce would rather stay far away from the demigod, so it wasn’t worth asking.

“Have I seen Scary Spice? No, I have not and I count myself lucky.”

“That’s not nice.”

Tony didn’t miss a beat. “Neither is he. What do you need him for?”

“He wasn’t feeling well,” she fibbed, easily. “I wanted to check in on him.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Bruce quipped, flashing an awkward smile and going back to adjust an array of tiny screws. Lily raised an eyebrow and Bruce did a double-take in her direction. “What?”

Lily ignored the question, dropping unceremoniously into one of the stools by Tony’s bench. “Honestly, I think we should kick Loki out,” she said after a long moment.

Tony’s face crumpled into an odd frown. “Not that I don’t fantasize about that every single day, but, why?”

“He’s a bad influence I think.”

“On who? The assassins, the 1940’s super soldiers, the recovering alcoholic with anxiety or the rage monster over there? Or do you mean you? Because I think we both know you’re your own bad influence. We’re all our own worst enemies, here, kiddo.”

“He’s going to ruin me.”

The loud bark of laughter spewing from Tony’s mouth startled Lily. “You lied to me for five years about who you really were and then you failed to mention that you would go all Poison Ivy if you were out on missions for too long. The only being brave enough to go into that room and keep your borderline non-murderous was that dumb, goth, wannabe-boyfriend of yours.” Tony peered down his nose at her. “Loki is a lot of things, mutant ruiner is not one of them.”

“He made out with me.”

“Good. If he’s busy sucking your face off, he can’t keep messing up the paint job on my suit.” He smirked when Lily pouted. “It’s not my fault if you make terrible choices. You have to deal with them yourself. Welcome to adulthood” He sobered slightly, cracking his neck in a nervous fidget. “So, you, er, like him or something?”

Lily turned a brilliant shade of red, suddenly becoming interested in a loose thread on her jumper. “I don’t know. I’m usually kind of oblivious and assume everyone just wants to be my friend, so I never… I didn’t think…”

“Oh, god, you do. Disgusting,” Tony quipped, making retching noises to tease her.

“Shut up, Tony.”

“But, you do! You’re totally–”

“Shut up, Tony!”

Tony frowned, the expression turning to curiosity when Lily’s eyes trailed to stare out of her peripherals towards Bruce’s benchtop. Realization lit up his face as his mouth formed a wide ‘O’ before he chuckled. “You better put everything back the way you found it or Bruce is going to Hulk-smash you into porridge.” Something clattered noisily onto the ground before the sound of footsteps shuffling overcame them. “He’s heading for the balcony,” he whispered just as the steps retreated. “Don’t make sudden moves, he looks terrified.”

“Thanks. Pleasure wreaking havoc with you, Tony,” she announced, hopping to her feet.

Cool air rushed her face as the automatic doors hissed open. The weather was already biting in the late autumn, and Lily was in no way prepared to be outside for any length of time in just her jumper and jeans.

Loki stood at the railing, staring off into the city when she pressed her forehead to his back. His body stiffened, taking several heartbeats before his muscles stopped seizing up. By that time, however, the bone-wracking shivers had prompted some protective instinct within him to turn, shedding the charcoal zip jumper off his shoulders and over hers.

“You’ll catch your death.”

“Do you mean you or the weather? Because you’re rather elusive today”

Loki scoffed. “Lilian–”

“Not my name.”

He drew in a deep breath whose chill rattled noisily in his chest. “How’d you even know?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Bruce pretends you don’t exist. He wouldn’t express his sympathy for your illness. Rookie mistake. I know how to read people rather well.”

There was a long stretch of silence between them, eyes jousting before he couldn’t bear to hold her gaze any longer. “I’m not what you want.”

Lily chuckled to herself, burying herself deeper into Loki’s coat. “Forgive me, but you have no clue what I want. Mostly because I don’t know what I want. Frankly, I didn’t think making out with a Norse god was one of the options.” She shrugged, leaning into his side and smiling to herself when he instinctually pressed in closer. “I mean, if you don’t want it, that’s a different matter, altogether.”

Loki cut his eyes to the side to stare at her. “You’re ridiculous. You can’t tell me you don’t see–don’t you?”

“See what?”

“Fucking oblivious.”

“It’s not like I actively seek anyone. I can’t exactly be myself with anyone else.” She smirked, nudging him with her hip. “I don’t want to be–” A yelp cut her short, swallowed into Loki’s throat before it ever got the chance to break through the air. His long digits bunched up either side of his coat to pull her closer. She sighed, molding herself into the curve of his body. Just as she was tilted her head to deepen their kiss, he pulled back.

“No. I–I have to go.”

Once more alone, wrapped in Loki’s coat, she remained confused. Lily let out a groan, letting the cold autumn air cool her down before marching back inside. She hoped he shifted into someone easily recognizable. And that this sudden attack of guilty conscience was short-lived.

It wasn’t.

A month-long game of cat and mouse, of watching him disguise himself as every single occupant of that godforsaken tower to escape temptation and they still had not managed to sit down for a conversation. Lily decided that if that was the game he wanted to play, that she was entirely fine with it. She prepared breakfast for the team, as usual, setting a bouquet of fresh flowers in the center with a smile. Eventually, everyone began to stream in for the morning meal and Lily sat at her usual spot at the far end of the table to watch everyone come in, half-asleep and ravenous.

Blue eyes trailed Loki shuffling in behind Natasha, who sat to her right while he sat to Lily’s left. Not missing a beat, Lily smiled at the assassin before tugging at Natasha by the strings of her hoodie. Their mouths met easily, the Widow’s lips quirking at the corners and prompting the sound of clattering utensils across the table.

Nat pecked Lily gently before allowing her to move back and grinned. She licked her lips almost lewdly and followed it with a sip of coffee. “Good morning to you, too, hon.” Impish energy glittered in her eyes. “You know what? I don’t think I got enough of you. Come here–”

A thud echoed in the room and the table clattered. Loki was half out of his seat and had buried his dagger into the mahogany surface of the dining table. Tony protested quietly, almost half-heartedly.

“If you so much as breathe on her, again, I will skin you alive, Agent Romanoff. I swear it,” Loki hissed. “When I said I didn’t want to ruin you, I wasn’t suggesting you go off and find someone who would!” Loki snapped back at Lily, his expression halfway between annoyed and hurt.

“What else am I supposed to do?” She declared loudly, grumbling unintelligibly for a long moment. “I have been driving myself dizzy chasing these stupid circles you’ve led me on. Do you want me or not?”

“In what Universe do I not want you? It cannot be more obvious that I love you and you make me feel special, you impossible woman! Even fucking Stark noticed! But I don’t deal well with emotions if you haven’t caught on, yet, and I don’t want to lead you on when I’m not sure how to feel anything!”

“I don’t know how to feel, either, you ass. Which is why I’d rather we figure it out together than have to play Guess Who?: Shapeshifter Edition with everyone in the Tower!”

Loki growled, scrubbing a hand down his face in frustration. “I’ve just told you I love you and you said you didn’t know how you felt!”

Lily stabbed a sausage rather aggressively onto her fork, bending two of the tines in the process. “Of course I love you, you moron. Who in their goddamn right mind would voluntarily put up with your moody bullshit, otherwise?”

He scoffed. “Fine, I guess we’re in love, then!”

“Whoop-de-fucking-do!”

Loki opened his mouth to snap another witty retort back, when the conversation caught up to him. His eyebrows rose to meet his hairline as wide, green eyes cut instantly at Lily. “We’re in love,” he mumbled. “We’re in love?” Surprise melted into hopeful softness.

“Wait, were you two not together?” A chorus of Clint and Barton followed the interruption, but it was enough to cut through the magic of the moment.

x

Loki fidgeted on his feet as he paced in front of the bed. Lily looked bemused as her eyes moved like the swing of a pendulum to follow him back and forth.

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“Not for you to decide,” she countered, easily.

“I’ve killed.”

“So have I. You’ve been there.”

He stopped to face her. “I tried to take over the planet.”

“Mind control.”

“I’m a monster.”

“I’m legitimately an eldritch horror hybrid.”

Loki kneeled, resting his forehead on her lap with a sigh. “But we–you–I don’t think I could bare losing you after a paltry few decades,” he reluctantly mumbled.

Lily giggled, which Loki thought odd, but weirder things had happened between them. “I mean, fair. I’m not sure how long I’ll live, but I am also a hundred and six.”

His head snapped up so quickly he felt the muscles contract painfully. “What?”

“The hair is not a fashion statement,” she whispered, feeling the weight of his stare and the million questions it contained with it. “There’s a reason I haven’t really dated. I’ve never met anyone I can ostensibly spend my whole life with.” She laughed nervously, rustling her hair. “Say something.”

“You lied to me?” He seemed impressed rather than angry.

“No. You’ve always just assumed. And, I let you,” she admitted, her cheeks coloring faintly. His hands had curled around hers, dwarfing them in his comfortable warmth. “If you had let me explain a month ago, I would have told you that I’m really not some innocent maiden you can ruin.”

The little anxious notch that she was so familiar with formed between his brows. “By the Norns, we have a lot to talk about then, flower.” Lily sighed good-naturedly at the statement. Before she had managed to protest, Loki craned his neck enough to slot lips to hers. “Later, of course.”

#Loki #Lover #Others #Submitted one shot #submission #fanfictrashdump #ruin

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Random AssClass Headcanons

Only some of this is crack content, but I’m sure it still counts... @handy-dandy-headcanons

Gakushuu is fluent in Chinese (both Mandarin and Cantonese) and he listens to Kris Wu

Whenever Hazama is on her period and it’s an emergency, none of the squad hesitates to buy her some pads, snacks, etc. Wait, same for Hara, but it’s usually Yoshida in her case

Oh wow, another language headcanon for Gakushuu. He grew up bilingual in both Japanese and English, despite living in Japan like all his life. He’s comfortable with both, but does get homesick a lot when he lives in America in the future. The only reason he might not do perfectly on English exams is because it’s not as much of a priority to study for, as compared to math, science, etc. Besides Seo, Rio, and maybe Karma, no one really compares to him anyways.

Kurahashi has made a worm on a string for every member of 3-E. Irina and Korosensei demand she makes one for them too, but she refuses. “It’s a student-only thing.” Next thing you know, she makes one for Karasuma only. Irina and Korosensei are like??? So betrayed??

Fuwa is actually the biggest procrastinator in the class. It’s how she got in 3-E in the first place, honestly. But she still gets things done, or tries to. She’ll drag on her homework for the longest time, but will get a 600-word essay done in the morning it’s due. She works better under pressure.

Takebayashi and the Terasaka squad boys once tried a dating sim game together just for the hell of it. They all swore never to let Hara and Hazama find out and roast them. Only Takebayashi was taking it semi-seriously, but everyone was convinced Terasaka was getting more into it the longer they played. Muramatsu chose every bad choice for fun, and those two would get so pissed at him. Itona made constant blunt statements, criticizing the game and annoying everyone. To be fair, he only spoke the truth. And Yoshida, for some reason, wanted to customize their character by himself. “Let’s give him a leather jacket-” “Hell no.”

During the year in 3-E as their English teacher, Irina also taught every student how to safely walk and assassinate in high heels. Like, we’re talking 6-inches high. And yes, even the boys learned too.

Sugino has hella defined arms and shoulder muscles from tons of baseball practice and working out. Kayano and Kurahashi do this cute thing where they both hang off one arm each, like bags or something and he playfully lifts them. It’s just adorable, ok?

Everytime the class comes across a snake in the mountain, they all yell Nagisa’s name. Especially if it’s a little baby snake, or one that’s very small.

Terasaka’s little sister is a wannabe mangaka, and she meets Fuwa once at this manga bookstore. They hit it off instantly, but Terasaka is pretty annoyed. “Terasaka-kun, I’m coming over for dinner tonight!” “THE HELL YOU ARE-”

Speaking of Terasaka, it should go without saying that all the 3-E girls have made him carry their shopping bags for them at some point. Nakamura and Kurahashi are the worst offenders.

It’s canon that Mimura sometimes gets involved in sporty conversations between the athletes Sugino and Maehara, even though he’s pretty clueless and only cares about the videography. But he never seems to voice it. So HC that Korosensei takes those two to some international game stadium to watch an intense game, and they of course invite Mimura. Poor boy almost gets knocked over a few times by the other two’s excitement, and just settles for focusing on his snacks.

Kanzaki, being the sweetheart that she is, associates all of her fellow 3-E girls with a type of flower (will make a post on that in the future). Hazama makes a picture of each flower and delicately writes the name of the corresponding girl beside it, and it stays on the classroom wall. A copy definitely goes into Korosensei’s scrapbook.

(This is after he...regains his sanity) Gakuhou is weird and has various quotes, from pop culture and literature, all around his office space. And they’re the most obscure references, like it can range from Albert Camus’s The Stranger to a random thing that was said in Star Trek. If anyone guesses correctly where the quote is from (specific page number, paragraph, etc) they earn his respect. And maybe a bonus point on the next exam.

Even though he’s the son of cops, Kimura doesn’t always think things through. A lot. And so he’s a bit gullible when it comes to getting tricked for money or scams by strangers. Okano gets so annoyed whenever this happens and scolds him before kicking the hustler’s ass herself.

Nakamura makes YouTube videos. Random vlogs, makeup tutorials, prank videos, etc. Just some stupid shit. And you better believe that in every video, one of her classmates stars in it right beside her. She’s pretty popular, actually. One of the videos she makes is a chaotic mess with Karma and Kayano. She has lots of international followers, and decided to make a video showing what convenience stores are like in Japan, and basically having a mukbang kinda. THOSE TWO HAVE A SUGAR ADDICTION AND SOMEHOW TURNED THE VIDEO INTO JUDGING AND COMPARING EVERY BRAND OF PUDDING. Never again.

Alright, time to stop somewhere lmao.

#handydandyfoolsday #ass class #assclass #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #class 3-e #3-e #karma akabane #nagisa shiota #rio nakamura #kaede kayano #asano gakushuu #asano gakuho #ryoma terasaka #yuzuki fuwa #yukiko kanzaki #tomohito sugino #hinano kurahashi #justice kimura #kouki mimura

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Sucker for Pain ( Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Summary: Everyone has demons, some louder than others and some, like yourself, who use blades to silence them. Before the world died, you were an assassin and thought you were better off alone, until you kept running into the same blue eyed archer who changed your mind.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Assassin!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of self harm and physical and sexual assault in a few chapters

Chapter 3-

You had been tracking the group of biker wannabes for a few days now and you knew you were close. You used to be able to track down a man within 24 hours with the use of the internet and other technology, but these days it was a bit harder. But, you had found their old camp in a garage earlier and you knew you were getting closer.

It was now dark, but that didn't stop you from tracking. The moon was full and bright, lighting up the ground and trees around you as you trekked through the woods, your hand resting over your holster on your belt for safety as you continued to walk.

"You screwed up, asshole. You hear me? You screwed up." An all too familiar voice shouted through the woods and your face broke out into a grin. It was them.

You quickly jogged silently through the woods in the direction of the mans voice, trying not to step on any branches, until you spotted a group of people standing and sitting in the middle of the road. You instinctively dropped to a crouch as you studied the group, but you couldn't see much from the distance and the darkness wasn't exactly helping.

You pulled your sniper rifle from your back and stood up beside the nearest tree as you lent your arm against the trunk of the tree and rested the sniper rifle over your forearm to steady it as you looked through the scope towards the group. It was definitely them.

There were five of them, but also another three people that you hadn't seen before. A man and a woman sitting on the ground while the biker wannabes held guns in their direction. You could see a young boy sitting inside the broken down car beside them all too. For some reason those three people seemed familiar, but you couldn't figure out why. Well, looks like you weren't the only one these biker wannabes liked to steal from.

"Now, who's gonna count down the ball dropper with me, huh? Nine Mississippi. Eight Mississippi." The leader began to say, holding a handgun to the mans head who was sitting on the ground. Shit, they weren't just going to rob these people, they were going to kill them.

You quickly pushed the bolt forward on your sniper, loading a bullet into the chamber as you began to line up the leaders head with the cross-hairs through your scope, but before you had a chance to pull the trigger someone else spoke up. You frowned recognising the voice, but you couldn't figure out who it belonged to before a man stepped towards the group from around the side of the car.

"Joe. Hold up." The man quickly said and your jaw dropped. Well shit, you couldn't mistake that angle winged vest and long dark hair for anyone else. How do you keep running into this guy?

"You're stopping me on eight, Daryl." The leader- Joe- responded, sounding annoyed as he stared at the man you were slowly starting to grow attached to. Shit, you left Daryl and Beth because you didn't want to get too attached to them and now he appears again. Wait, what happened to the girl? Where is she?

"These people, you're gonna let 'em go. These are good people." Daryl said, nodding towards the man and woman sitting on the ground and suddenly it clicked. They were part of Daryl's old group, they were part of that community in the prison. No wonder the three of them seemed familiar, you had probably seen them when you sussed the prison out all those months ago.

"Now, I think Lou would disagree with you on that. I'll, of course have to speak for him and all because your friend here strangled him in a bathroom." Joe said looking back down at the man he had a gun to. You had no idea who this Lou person was or why Daryl's friend strangled him, but he was Daryl's friend and that was good enough for you.

"Ya want blood, I get it. Take it from me, man. C'mon." Daryl responded, dropping his crossbow to the ground as he held his arms out towards Joe. What the hell is doing?

"This man killed our friend. You say he's good people. See, no, that right there is a lie. It's a lie." Joe yelled and you watched in shock as two of the men closest to Daryl punch him in the stomach and began to beat him.

Without hesitation you quickly aimed at one of the men on Daryl and squeezed the trigger, your gunshot ripping through the still night air as the bad guy to Daryl's left dropped to the ground with a bullet through his eye.

Everyone froze in shock as they stared at the man dead on the ground and you used their distraction to your advantage as you pulled the bolt back on your sniper and killed the other man beside Daryl.

The second shot seemed to kick the biker wannabes into action as two of them quickly aimed their guns in the direction of where they thought the gunshot came from. But, they were aiming way to far to the left since the woods let your gunshots echo, making it next to impossible to pinpoint where you were.

Joe still had his gun aimed at Daryl's friends head and you hoped like hell he could take care of himself for the time being as you focused on the other two men, one still standing by the car door where the boy was sitting inside. The man's gun was raised and scanning the woods trying to find you as you lined him up and pulled the trigger just as another gunshot filled the air that definitely wasn't from you.

You quickly killed the other man standing by the car before you aimed your gun towards Joe who was literally hugging Daryl's friend to pin the man down to stop him from throwing any punches, but also using him as a human shield, because you couldn't get a clean shot.

You kept the cross-hair hovering over their heads, waiting for Daryl's friend to somehow get clear and out the way, but turns out you didn't need to as you watched him bite into Joe's throat. Blood sprayed everywhere as Joe dropped to the ground and you watched as Daryl's friend spat the blood from his mouth as he stared at the man he had just killed. He was clearly shocked with what he just did before his brain must have clicked to the fact that there was someone with a sniper in the woods as he pulled out his handgun and began scanning the woods.

Taking that as you sign to come out, you slung your sniper over your shoulder and began walking out from the woods towards the group of them. The boy was now out of the car with the woman hugging him while Daryl lent against the bonnet of the car, trying to catch his breath from the couple punches he copped earlier.

You walked onto the road, catching the mans attention as he raised his gun in your direction and you instantly held your arms up slightly to try and show that you weren't a threat.

"Rick. She's good." Daryl's voice called out and you glanced towards him to find him taking a few steps towards Rick who's eyes were completely focused on you as you began to walk over to Joe's body. You crouched down beside his body and opened the mans denim vest as you reached into the pocket inside his vest and grinned when you felt your sniper silencer inside.

"What are ya doin', woman?" Daryl questioned and you looked up towards Daryl who was now standing beside Rick who you noted no longer had his gun aimed at you. Both of them watched you curiously as you held the silencer in your hand towards them so they could see.

"Looking for this. There weren't a lot of silencers made for this 50 calibre sniper and these assholes stole it from me a few weeks ago." You responded, a hint of anger in your voice as you glanced back down to the mans body before standing up and tucking the silencer into the pocket of your jacket as you held your hand out towards Rick. "I'm Y/N by the way."

"Rick Grimes. Why'd you help us?" Rick asked, shaking your hand with a slight nod before you froze. Rick Grimes. You knew that name. Why did you know that name?

You stared at Rick for a few seconds because you were almost certain that you had never met him before, but then it hit you. Deputy Grimes from King County. Holy shit, you didn't even recognise him with the beard and blood covering his face, but it was definitely him and he clearly didn't recognise you, which was probably for the best.

*Five Years Ago*

You had been camped in a tree on the outskirts of the woods just behind a small rundown house were you knew Tyler Reed was hiding inside. He was the last name on your fathers hit-list and he clearly knew you were coming for him because he had boarded up all his windows and hadn't stepped foot outside the house all day. But, you knew sooner or later he was going have to leave the house and that was when he'd meet his fate with a bullet through the eye.

You had looked the man up and found out that he had a long police record that consisted of rape, attempted murder and armed robbery, just to name a few. The man was wanted by the police, but you had figured out where he was hiding before any FBI Agent did and you were going to take him down instead of letting him get sent to jail to only be released in less than 10 years.

The justice system was such bullshit. In your opinion they should bring back the death penalty because mass murders who go out and intentionally kill innocent people, who massacre innocent men, women, children, then they should be shot and killed too. But not everyone agreed with that.

Police sirens suddenly echoed through the cool morning air, snapping you away from your thoughts as you watched a police car pull up in front of Tyler's house. Shit, they found him too.

You weren't sure what to do as you watched two deputy's climb out the car. One began to make his way around the back of the house while the other stayed by the front door and you knew they were going to infiltrate the house through the front and back door to try and limit Tyler's exits.

Shit, they were going to get themselves killed. This man knew you were coming for him. He'll be ready for any kind of attack and these officers were about to walk into one hell of a shock.

You quickly jumped out the tree your were sitting in, throwing your sniper over your shoulder as you pulled up the black bandanna you had tied around your neck. You lifted it up over your nose to cover your face before pulling the hood of your black jumper up, covering your Y/H/L Y/H/C hair.

You watched as the officer by the back door said something through his radio before he kicked the door open and walked in, his gun raised. You quickly ran towards the house, knowing what Tyler was capable of and the officers were no match for him alone.

The second you stepped inside you spotted the deputy on the ground, a knife sticking out of his thigh as Tyler stood above him with a shotgun aimed at the injured mans head and without hesitation you pulled out your handgun and pulled the trigger.

Tyler fell to the ground dead, a bullet through his eye, but your attention was quickly turned back towards the deputy when he let out a loud groan and you realised the dumbass had pulled the knife out as blood began to quickly pour from the wound on his thigh.

"You idiot. That knife probably cut through your femoral artery. You shouldn't have pulled it out!" You shouted, holstering your handgun as you grabbed a towel from the table beside you and quickly rushed to the mans side.

You dropped to your knees beside him as you held the towel against the wound with one hand and quickly pulled your belt off with the other. You tied your belt around his thigh just above the wound to try slow the blood before pressing both your hands against the towel over the wound that was already stained with blood.

"Shit, you're the Shadow Assassin." The man commented, completely ignoring the fact that he had just been stabbed as he stared at you like he was seeing a ghost. You glanced down at the mans name tag over his chest that read 'Deputy Walsh' before turning your attention back to the wound on the man's thigh.

"Yep and you boys just showed up and ruined my plan of taking this asshole out silently, didn't you?" You responded sarcastically. You didn't have a problem with police officers, they were just trying to keep people safe and do their jobs, but you knew they hated you, which was fair enough.

You released one hand from the wound as you grabbed the mans walkie talkie strapped to his uniform as he stared at you in confusion before you bought it to your mouth.

"Officer down. 32 Hinmarsh Road, King County. We need an ambulance, he's been stabbed." You called out through the radio before dropping it to the ground and putting more pressure on the wound as Deputy Walsh stared at you in surprise.

"Let go of my partner and put your hands in the air!" Another man shouted and you figured he must have been the officer that went through the front door. About damn time he showed up to help. "Get away from him or I will shoot. I know who you are, I know how many people you've killed. You're wanted in every state and have a longer murder record than I can count, so I won't ask again. Let him go or I'll shoot."

You glanced over your shoulder towards the man who was standing on the other side of the room with his pistol raised in your direction. You mentally took note of his name tag that read 'Deputy Grimes' before you focused back on the mans face trying to figure out if he was a good cop or a dirty one, shit it was hard to tell.

"Go ahead, shoot me if you want. But, you shoot me then my hands move away from your partners stab wound and if I do that he'll bleed out in less than a minute." You stated calmly, keeping pressure on the mans thigh as you kept your eyes locked with Deputy Grimes' before he glanced down towards his buddy.

"Shane?" He asked, clearly not trusting your word.

"She's not kidding, Rick. That asshole over there got me good, hit an artery." Deputy Walsh answered, nodding towards the dead man behind you somewhere, but your attention was purely focused on Grimes who still had his gun aimed at you.

"Shit." Deputy Grimes muttered under his breath, glancing down at your hands over the bloodied towel on his partners thigh.

"Yeah, 'shit'. Now come over here and slowly replace my hands so you can keep pressure on the wound while I leave." You instructed, nodding down towards your hands before looking back towards Deputy Grimes who shook his head.

"I can't let you leave. You're under arrest, whatever your name is, you're under arrest for multiple murders." Deputy Grimes responded, his gun still raised in your direction as he spoke.

"I'm leaving, so you do what you gotta do, but I'm trying to save your partners life. If you want to help, then come over here and keep pressure on his wound until the ambulance comes." You ordered, staring at the man and to your surprise he actually holstered his gun and called for backup over his radio before he walked over to the two of you.

You watched as he knelt down beside you as you grabbed one of his hands and pressed it against the bloodied towel before his other hand slowly replaced yours.

"That's it, keep pressure on the wound. Deputy Walsh, I'm sorry this happened to you, but you're going to be fine." You reassured, glancing down at the man who was laying on his back and he nodded weakly at you before you stood up, adjusting the bandanna over your face as you began to walk off towards the backdoor.

You barely got a couple feet before the sound of a gun cocking filled the air and you chuckled, shaking your head. You turned around to find Deputy Grimes still sitting beside his partner, one hand against the bloodied towel, the other holding his pistol that was aimed directly at you.

"You do what you gotta do, Deputy." You simply said, staring at the two of them for a few seconds, emergency sirens whaling in the distance before you turned around and walked out the back door, but he never pulled the trigger.

"Why'd you help us?" Rick repeated and you realised you had just been staring at the man for a little too long. Shit, how did you not pick it was him earlier? Sure, he now had a beard, his hair was slightly longer and he wasn't in uniform. But, he still had that same pistol and definitely had the same voice.

"I know your friend over there, knew he wasn't a bad guy so I assumed the rest of you weren't. Plus, these biker wannabe assholes stole from me a few weeks ago." You answered, watching Rick cautiously because he clearly didn't recognise you. He had no idea what you looked like that day because of your hoodie and bandanna over your face, but he still would've heard your voice.

"You two know each other?" Rick asked in confusion, glancing back towards Daryl.

"Rick, Daryl, who's this?" The woman questioned from somewhere behind them as Rick held his arm out and you watched as the young boy hugged him and you smiled. That was definitely his kid.

"Kinda. She's that sniper that's saved me, Glenn 'n Maggie a few times. She's good, I trust her." Daryl replied and you looked away from Rick for the first time as you focused on Daryl only just noticing the bruise already forming over his right eye.

"Thank you for helping us, I'm Michonne and this is Carl." The woman- Michonne- said and you nodded, smiling sweetly at the young boy still in Ricks arms as he smiled back.

"We should try and get some sleep, keep moving in the morning." Rick declared a moment later.

"What about her? Is she staying with us?" Michonne asked as you glanced between the two of them not really sure if you should stay or not. You were better off alone.

"I vouch her. Hell, I'd be dead four times by now if it wasn't for her." Daryl responded, glancing over at you before turning his attention back to his friends.

"I don't have a problem with her staying with us, I just have a few questions for you." Rick said, looking towards you as you adjusted the strap of your sniper over your shoulder and nodded for him to continue. "How many walkers have you killed?"

"Too many to count." You answered honestly, staring at Rick who nodded.

"How many people have you killed?" He asked and you froze. Wait, maybe he did recognise you... No, he seemed way to calm and relaxed, he had no idea who you were, but how were you meant to answer that question?

"A lot."

"Why?" He asked, but he sounded more curious than anything as you stared at him before glancing over at Daryl who shook his head ever so slightly and you knew what he was trying to silently tell you. He didn't want you to tell Rick who you were, which meant he probably knew that Rick used to be a cop.

"They were all bad people, they deserved it." You answered, which wasn't a lie. Every person you had killed both before and after the world went to shit were bad people, you'd never kill an innocent person.

Rick stared at you for a few seconds and you thought that he might have finally figured it out, but to your relief he just nodded and then told you about their plan to go to a safe haven called Terminus and despite every bone in your body telling you to leave and go off on your own, you stayed.

Rick was a cop, you were a criminal, an assassin, a murderer in his eyes and you were getting too attached to Daryl, you didn't want to get attached to anyone, it's easier being alone. You've been alone for most of your life, it was all you knew. But, for some reason you just couldn't walk away from Daryl again, he had offered for you to join his group all those months ago when you first met him and then he asked you to stay a few days ago in that cabin with Beth and you refused, but now you just couldn't say no, not anymore.

You and Daryl stayed up on watched for the first part of the night while Rick, Michonne and Carl slept in the car. Daryl told you about what happened with Beth, how she was taken in some black car and was just gone and how he ended up with the biker wannabes. He told you a bit about Rick, Michonne and Carl and said that they were good people, that you could trust them.

"Rick used to be a cop though, he's a good man, but I wouldn't bring up your past with him. Don't know how he'd react." Daryl whispered, glancing over at the car where the three of them were sleeping while the two of you lent against a couple trees nearby to keep watch.

"I know. I've come across Deputy Grimes before the world went to hell. He tried arresting me, threatened to shoot me. But, he doesn't recognise me now." You replied quietly causing Daryl's head to snap around in your direction in shock and you shrugged your shoulders. "It's a long story, but if he asks about my past or anything, I won't lie to him. I don't like lying to people."

Daryl didn't say anything for a while as the two of you stood against the trees, your eyes scanning the road around the car for any signs of movements. You were getting the sense that Daryl was a quiet person by nature, that he wasn't much of a talker and you liked that about him. Not many people could appreciate silence, but Daryl didn't seem to mind as he chewed the tip of his thumb nail.

"Ya said earlier that ya had a book of names, a hit-list. Ya still got the book?" He asked curiously and you chuckled at how random that was, but nodded as you unzipped your camouflage jacket slightly and pulled out the small leather covered book you had in your inner jacket pocket.

"The names written in capitals was what my father wrote, the others I added in over the years, but never got around to finishing the list before the dead started to rise." You explained handing him the small book as he took it curiously and opened it.

You watched as he stared at all the crossed out names in shock, clearly not expecting there to be so many names, but he didn't seem to judge you for it as his eyes scanned the pages until he froze staring at one name in particular.

You couldn't quite see what name he was looking at since there were lots on the page he was currently stuck on, but he clearly recognised a name. Shit, did you kill someone he knew? You weren't going to apologise for killing whoever it was because they were all bad men and deserved nothing less, but the thought of killing someone Daryl knew, the thought of Daryl suddenly hating you... Shit, you really were falling for this archer.

"How'd ya get this name?" Daryl questioned seriously, his body going stiff as he pointed to one of the names on the page and you lent over to him to see what name he was talking about and you nearly sighed with relief realising it was a name that you hadn't crossed out yet.

"Will Dixon?" You asked, looking away from the book at Daryl who just nodded with an unreadable expression as you thought back to the day you wrote his name down. "It was a few months before all this started. Some guy named Jesse Dixon tracked me down, said he needed me to take out his out his brother, Will. Apparently Will was an alcoholic who used to beat his wife and his kids back in the day-" You began to explain before Daryl cut you off.

"Ain't no 'apparently' 'bout it." Daryl muttered causing you to look over at him in confusion and he sighed meeting your eyes. "Will Dixon was my father, piece of shit died from a walker during the start of all of this."

"I'm sorry." You replied, not really knowing what else to say as you tried to process the fact that Daryl's asshole of a father was on your list and you didn't even kill him.

"I ain't, he deserved it."

"I'm not sorry that he's dead. I'm sorry that I couldn't make it happen earlier." You responded and you noticed the corners of Daryl's lips twitch up in a slight smile at what you just said. "Wow, it's a small world."

"Mmm." Daryl hummed in agreement as he handed the book to you and you tucked it back in your jacket pocket while you sat together in comfortable silence keeping watch.

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NEXT CHAPTER

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A/N- Link in bio for Masterlist, i will reblog with my Daryl Dixon tag list, if you want to be added to the list, just comment below. 

Finally another chapter up! It’s currently 3:30am here in Australia and I’m trying to stay up as late as possible because i start night shift tomorrow night and need to get my body adjusted for it, so i hope you all enjoy this early chapter. 

Anyway, I would love to hear your thoughts about this fic in the comments below, but until next time stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

#Daryl Dixon #The Walking Dead #Daryl Dixon x Reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #twd #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #norman reedus #rick grimes #assassin reader #fanfiction

[raiseyourcups]

Cabur

Chapter Ten

Pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character (Aili Verdella) Warnings: cursing, Aili really doesn’t like Toro, canon-typical violence, Mando being respectful Word Count: 3k Also on AO3 (will be posted when I get home from work)

Masterlist

Summary: Mando, Aili, and Toro head out to find Fennec Shand in the middle of the Dune Sea. But deserts can make temperatures rise and fall as quickly as Tatooine’s twin suns.

Note: The alternate title I had for this was “Taking down Fennec Shand with two-halves of a whole idiot”

Mando slowed the bike he was sharing with Aili down to a stop and Toro did the same, tossing a look of confusion in their direction. "What's wrong?"

"Banthas up ahead," Aili said, nodding towards the animals in the distance. She knew that when you’re on the Dune Sea, that where there are Banthas…

"And? It's just a bunch of overgrown animals."

"Take a closer look," Mando said as he placed his feet down on the sand beneath them. Aili took the chance to get off the bike in order to stretch her legs. She might be short but her legs still hurt after sitting so far up in the seat for what felt like hours.Toro took out a fancy pair of binocs and Aili had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Of course he would spend credits on useless shit but not on better speeders. 

"Tusken raiders, I heard the locals talking about this filth." Toro finally said, still staring into the binocs.

“I only see one piece of filth here,” Aili mumbled to herself, almost too low for Mando to hear her. She started stretching, leaning over to place her hands around one ankle and holding the pose. She knew they’d have to be on the speeders for at least another hour or two and she really didn’t want to be sore when they had to take on Shand because she doubted the assassin would go down without a fight. 

Mando shook his head in amusement before averting his gaze as Aili stretched. It took more willpower than he’d like to admit to keep his gaze on the horizon. "Tuskens think they're the locals.” There, speaking to Toro was safe, would keep his mind off Aili and stretching. 

"Everyone else is just trespassing." Aili said as saw movement out of the corner of her eye and she smirked knowing that Toro wasn't paying attention to his surroundings at all.  She switched over to the other side, holding the pose again. Her hands were nowhere near her weapons so she didn’t come off as a threat at all at the moment. 

"If they know what's good for them, they'll stay away,” Toro said, every bit as cocky as Aili knew he would be. 

Aili couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her even as Mando spoke again. "Yeah? Why don't you tell them that yourself?"

Toro flinched and turned, finally seeing the Tuskens that had come up to them. Aili stood up, still keeping herself as non-threatening as possible as Mando went over to talk to them. She watched as he used their sign language, impressed that he even knew it though she supposed it made sense from a bounty hunter standpoint. She knew it too after all.

“What are you doing?” Toro asked, confused by Mando’s hand signs. 

“He’s negotiating,” Aili said, giving Toro an unimpressed look. He really needed to keep his mouth shut before he said something stupid. 

The Tusken in charge made a few signs back to Mando and Aili really hoped that he knew what he was doing. 

“What’s going on?”

“We need passage across their land,” Mando said before holding out a hand towards Toro. “Let me see the binocs.”

Aili couldn’t help the smirk when Toro did as Mando said before he started sputtering in shock as they were tossed over to the Tuskens. 

“Those were brand new!”

“Not anymore,” Aili said, getting back up on the speeder bike. This time when Mando sat behind her she didn’t move quite as far up, her legs still feeling a little cramped. He took off before Toro even had the chance to get back on his own bike. Aili was right about how long they’d be on the bikes again but then she finally saw something in the distance. Too close for her liking and she quickly tapped Mando on the knee. 

He must have seen what she saw because he gestured for Toro to stop his bike. “Get down,” he said, getting off the bike quickly to let Aili off as quick as she could as well. Toro let out a sound of confusion before following their lead and propping himself up against the dune before them. 

“What do you see?”

“Dewback, looks like the rider’s still attached. Is that the target?” Toro asked, looking over at Aili and Mando in confusion. 

Mando shook his head. “I don’t know, I’ll go. Cover me.”

“For sure,” Toro said, pulling out his blaster. 

“I meant her,” Mando said shortly. “You just stay down.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes more sense,” Toro said, putting his blaster away again. Aili counted to ten quickly before she strangled him herself. She took out her blaster to give cover fire if Mando needed it. 

Aili watched the horizon as Mando made his way down to the dewback, she couldn’t see anything other than sand but that didn’t mean much. Not when their target was an assassin who wouldn’t have any problem finding the best place to hide out. She let her gaze drop back down once Mando was hidden by the dewback, watching as he flipped the body over. 

“Is it her? Is she dead?” Toro called out and it took everything in Aili to not tell him to shut up. If Fennec Shand was anywhere near them he was giving away their position. It would be even worse if the body was Shand, pretending to be dead just waiting for them to get close. All it would take was her hearing an idiot asking stupid questions to know they were easy marks. 

“It’s another bounty hunter,” Mando called back. Aili let out a quiet sigh of relief now that she knew it wasn’t Shand lying in wait. 

“Well I hope you don’t plan on keeping all that stuff! Can I at least have that blaster?”

Aili kept quiet as Mando reached for something on the dead hunter’s belt before his head snapped up and he stood, getting ready to rejoin them. “Get down!” was all he had the chance to say before he was shot from the distance. The force from the blast caused him to hit the ground but he was quick to get back to his feet. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Aili hissed out before shouting. “Mando, run! She’s too far out, I can’t cover you!” 

He had almost made it back when there was another shot and he went over the dune but at least he was on their side again. Hidden by the sand and away from Fennec’s view. Aili knew it didn’t matter, she had all the information she needed to know about at least Mando now. 

“What was that?”

“Sniper bolt.” Mando said. 

“I’d say an MK-modified rifle at that. You good by the way?” Aili asked, wishing that she had thought to bring her rifle. Stupid mistake on her part. Especially now that she knew Shand had a sniper rifle which she should have expected.

“Yeah,hit me in the beskar and at this range…”

“Beskar holds up.” Aili tilted her head in a side nod. That was the good thing about beskar, it deflected nearly everything. 

“Wait, you’re the only one with beskar.” Toro said, voice getting a little high pitched. 

“Sorry, kid, I have a beskar cuirass on.” Aili wondered if it was too late to just tell him to leave and they would handle this. 

“Oh, but then what do we do?”

“Did you see where the shots came from?” Mando questioned, looking at Toro and waiting to see if the kid had been paying attention.

“Yeah, from that ridge.” Toro said.

“I suggest we wait until nightfall, she’s got the high ground and it would take her less than ten seconds to drop us all,” Aili said, already lowering herself down so Fennec wouldn’t be able to aim for her. That was the only good thing about sand dunes, they were easy to hide behind. “She’ll know to aim for a weak point on Mando now that she knows he has beskar armor.”

“How do you know that she knows?”

“Because he didn’t go down, shots glanced off him like nothing. Kind of hard to mistake it especially if you’ve been around the galaxy.”

“But what if she escapes?”

“Like she said, she has the high ground. She’ll wait for us to make the first move.” Mando said, tapping Aili on the shoulder and nodding over towards the bikes. “We’re gonna rest, take the first watch.”

“And stay low,” Aili added just in case it hadn’t been obvious. She joined Mando at the bike they had been sharing and he gestured for her to sit on the bike seat while he sat on the ground to lean against it. She wasn’t about to turn down the chance to sit on something other than sand and she gave the Mandalorian a nod. 

Aili slept for maybe a couple of hours before she woke up as the suns were setting. She, once again, couldn't tell if Mando was awake or asleep so she stayed up on the bike just in case. She wasn't a complete asshole so she wouldn't purposely jostle the speeder. 

Once the suns were down, Toro turned to look back at the two of them and noticed that only Aili was awake. “Alright, Mando, time to ride. Suns are down. Look at him, asleep on the job like an old man.” Toro looked to Aili when Mando didn’t so much as move, “Come on, wake him up.”

“Do it yourself,” Aili said as she climbed off the bike and got her pack ready to go. She knew Mando was probably fucking with the kid by this point. It’s what she would do to an overeager wannabe bounty hunter if no one could see her face. 

“Aren’t you his wife?” Toro actually sounded like he believed that and Aili felt her eye twitch. She wasn’t sure what was giving Toro the idea that they were together, she had purposely sat so far away from Mando on the speeder bike that any farther and she would have fallen off. 

“You call me that one more time and you won’t have to worry about Fennec Shand shooting you from far away because I will from up close.” She smirked a little when Toro took a step back at the look on her face. 

“You two done?” Mando said, getting up as he spoke. 

“Yeah, yeah, just friendly teasing to get you up,” Toro stuttered. 

“Yeah, totally just teasing,” Aili said, still staring at Toro with a blank stare. 

“Get on your bike, ride as fast as you can to those rocks.” Mando said, pulling something out of his pack while Aili sat back down on the speeder. She caught sight of what he took out and chose to sit behind him this time planning to use him as a buffer.

Toro scoffed even as he listened to Mando’s instructions, “That’s the plan? She’ll shoot us right off the bikes.”

“No she won’t,” Aili said as Mando tossed one of the flash charges over to Toro. “She can’t shoot what she can’t see. We alternate the shots-”

“Combined with our speed and she doesn’t stand a chance,” Mando finished explaining. 

“You two sure you’re not…?” Toro trailed off, looking at them with a raised eyebrow. They finished each other’s thoughts a little too easily.

“I kriffin’ swear if I wasn’t on this bike right now,” Aili muttered to herself, her hands clenching around a handful of Mando’s cape since they were going to have to go fast. 

“Wait, what do you mean ‘a chance’?” 

“Hey, you wanted this. Get ready.” Mando took off at a faster speed than they had travelling before and Aili was so glad that she had pulled her hair up earlier. Toro was right behind them and Aili started to count down from five when they got closer to the rocks. By now Fennec had to be lining up a shot. Mando must have thought the same because he raised his flash charge and set it off. 

It would have been a great plan but there was a shot that landed between the two bikes not even two seconds later. Aili cursed behind Mando, figuring that Shand must have taken off her scope and was only using the one on her sniper rifle which wouldn’t be affected by the flash charges. 

“Now!” Mando shouted and Toro set off his own flash charge at the same time there was another sniper bolt that just missed them. They had almost made it to the rocks, Toro setting off his second charge when Fennec landed a shot on the bike Mando and Aili were on, sending them into the sand with their bike now out of commission. Mando propped himself up just enough to set off his second charge to give Toro the chance to make it up to the rocks. 

Aili didn’t wait to see if he made it before she took off for the rocks as fast as she could, ignoring Mando calling out for her to stop. She heard a sniper bolt hit beskar but knew Mando would be fine. It was beskar. She made it there just in time to see Fennec knock Toro down and when he didn’t get back up, groaning about his hand or something, Aili ran up and aimed a kick for Fennec’s back. 

Fennec dropped into a roll before springing back to her feet. She stared at Aili for a moment before throwing a kick out but Aili was quick to stop the other woman’s leg, pushing it down before tossing out her own kick. Fennec let it hit, bringing a fist up to punch Aili in the side but that just made her let out a grunt. Aili threw her own punch at Fennec, hitting the woman in the face once before having to dodge another kick. 

“Oh you’re amazing,” Fennec said, blocking another punch from Aili. “No way you’re just a bounty hunter.”

Fennec threw another punch that Aili slapped away before trying to toss an elbow to Fennec’s face but the older woman ducked under. Aili spun with the momentum of her swing and dropped into a roll to miss another punch. As soon as she was back up, Fennec went after her but Aili grabbed her around the neck and brought a knee up to hit Fennec in the stomach with as much force as she could. Fennec doubled over and Aili took the chance to end the fight. 

“You’re good too, just not good enough.” Aili said before using the hands she had around the back of Fennec’s neck to pull herself up to flip them both over and onto the ground. She quickly straddled the older woman's legs, grabbing her arms and pulling them towards her to incapacitate her. 

“Nice distraction.” Mando said from on top of a nearby rock. 

“Really, a distraction?” Aili asked, catching the stun cuffs that Mando tossed her way. She had definitely done more than simply distract Fennec Shand. She pulled Fennec into a sitting position, cuffing her with her hands in front of her. She wasn’t cruel enough to make Fennec spend potentially hours with her hands cuffed behind her. 

“I meant him.” Mando nodded towards Toro who was staring stupidly at Aili and Fennec. “Why don’t you go find your blaster, kid?”

Fennec looked from Aili to Mando with a smirk on her face. “A Mandalorian and a Dragon walk into a cantina...it’s been a long time since I’ve seen either of your kind.”

Mando tilted his helmet to the side. Now two people had referred to Aili as a dragon and something told him it was with a capital D. He didn’t know what it meant and he didn’t think Aili would be very forthcoming if he were to ask. 

Fennec’s smirk got wider when she saw Aili tense up from the corner of her eye. “Tell me, have you two ever been to Nevarro? Heard things didn’t go so well there but looks like you two got off easy.”

“Yeah well you won’t have to worry about making it to Nevarro, or anywhere else, once we turn you in,” Toro said, placing his blaster back into his holster. “But you know, I should thank you. You’re my big ticket into the Guild.”

“Am I?” Fennec asked, smirk still in place even as Mando led her away. They walked down the rocks in silence and Aili sighed when they got to the bottom. She had almost forgotten about the bike. “Uh-oh, there’s four of us and only one speeder. Guess two of us are gonna have to walk.” 

“I’m partial to dragging both you and Toro back,” Aili shrugged as she watched Mando drop Fennec down onto a rock. 

“What did I do? At least I got here with a speeder!” Toro exclaimed, throwing his hands out to the side. 

Aili stared at him with a harsh glare, “Oh you know what you did.” 

“Enough. I need you,” Mando pointed at Toro so he knew he was talking to him. “To go back to find that dewback we saw.” 

“And leave you two here with my bounty and my ride? I don’t think so,” Toro said, causing Mando to stare at him silently. Aili felt her eye twitch again and she contemplated knocking out both of the men and taking Fennec in herself. 

“Mando, just use your stupid HUD to find the stupid dewback and get back here so we can leave this Maker-forsaken planet,” Aili growled out. She was exhausted now, the earlier nap hadn’t been enough nor had it been very comfortable. And then she had to take down Fennec Shand in hand-to-hand combat so now her side was aching from the punches. 

“Fine. Don’t let her get near the bike and try not to kill either of them.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Aili muttered under her breath as Mando started to walk away. She missed the calculating look that Fennec gave all three of them as did Toro. Slowly a smirk crossed the assassin’s face as she started to come up with a plan.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x original character #din djarin imagine #din djarin imagines #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x oc

[lostelfwriting]

Major Character Death Rhack Short, Jack’s POV

[CW Major Character Death, Angst]

"Rhys? ... Rhysie, baby, talk to me... C'mon, Rhys, say something, boy. You can't be quiet like that."

"..."

*sigh* "Remember that time when you shot a bandit in the face from close distance and it spattered everywhere? You looked badass with blood and bone fragments and brain matter on your skin and in your hair... And the rage in your eyes... I'm pretty sure I got a half chub back then. You really killed that wannabe assassin like a pro! You... You're a badass, Rhysie, you know that, right?"

"..."

"I didn't believe you would last a week as my PA when you walked in the door on your first day. You were trembling, weren't able to speak to me, but you did your job. I... I don't know what I was thinking when I offered you that whiskey. I mean, who shares a million dollar whiskey with their PA, right?! Well... I do. And I'm— I'm glad I did that." *long sigh* "You dork... Got drunk after one glass and I had to drag you home. Your short friend almost had a heart attack. By the way, do you think we could play the game again some time? Bunkers and Badasses? It was fun, and that chick was a great BM."

"..."

"Rhysie...?" *gulp* "Do you— Do you hear me? I... They are coming, babe. They will be here in a minute, and we'll be out of this wreck. They will take us home, and we can watch one of your stupid soap operas... I admit, it's nice to unwind with something that doesn't make any sense. It's nice, after a long day... To see you laugh and cry for badly written, badly acted characters..."

"..."

*long, stuttering inhale* "Talk to me, Rhys. I... Remember when we... Rhys?" *broken voice* "Rhys, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby. Pl— ... Please, come back, open your eyes, say something! ... Say something, Rhys."

"..."

"Just a couple more minutes. Everything will be alright, just— Just hold on, for another minute, okay? You can do that for me, right? Rhys...? Oh God..." *sobs*

"..."

"I'm so sorry... I've... I wanted to tell you. I've got this ring... It's in my pocket, right now. I was waiting for— I was gathering courage. I should have— You deserved better— Oh God, talk to me, Rhys, just say something, just please, please, please..."

"..."

"Don't leave me here, please..."

#rhack #major character death

[rizahawkais]

I LOVED season 1 and 2 of the crown but found season 3 quite dull and difficult to get through. I'm enjoying season 4 (still havent finished bc I watch with my family and we're rarely all together) but I think that the earlier seasons were a lot better in my opinion

hi! i completely agree w you!

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY! I replied to this the day you sent it but my laptop crashed and I lost everything I wrote so I put off till now!

All in all, the writing for the first two seasons were WAY better. My ranking is s2 > s1 > s4 >>>>> s3. In my opinion, season three was kind of terrible.

hahaha this is so so long.

In the first two seasons each episode’s mini story for the day was actually INTERESTING. Like, I loved where one episode was about the Mountbatten name and then the next was about the Great Smog! But, there was always an overarching plot and it always added up in the end. S1, S2 and S4 all had an overarching plot that worked! S1 was balancing family and the crown. S2 was balancing prime ministers and her husband. S4 was the downfall of Margaret Thatcher and Charles/Diana. S3 LITERALLY HAD NO PLOT! It was just a bunch of stories put together. The finale for season 3 was about the end of Margaret’s marriage! And although, it is an important event in the family’s history the fact that it was the finale episode????

Anyways, Season 3 genuinely just sucks. Season 4 is REALLY good. Yet, it still doesn’t leave as much of an affect on me like the earlier seasons. AND LIKE I KNOW BECAUSE I’VE REWATCHED THE FIRST THREE SEASONS SO MANY TIMES. I’ve only seen the fourth once because I’m too busy and it’s also too early for me to rewatch it. So, maybe my opinion of season 4 will change!

Now, because I am extra 😈😈 and crazy I will talk about every single episode IN ORDER. hehehehehehe. feel free to hate me

SEASON ONE

101 Wolferton Splash - 10/10 this episodes just sets everything up! we see how happy the marriage is and how loving king george is and we also see the FORSHADOWING!! we see lilibet and phillip making their life thinking they had time when we know they don’t and it’s just :( AN AMAZING PILOT EPISODE WITH AMAZING QUOTES!

102 Hyde Park Corner - 1000/10 this episode needs no explanation. the suspense and DRAMA right before lilibet finds out about her dad ALWAYS gets me!!

103 Windsor - 10/10 I hated this episode the first time I watched it! I didn’t understand the importance of her uncle and I didn’t understand the complexity behind the episode. I was 14 when I saw this episode for the first time! So, mind you I was quite ignorant. but, david basically represents the audience in the show for those who hate the monarchy and call them out on their hypocrisy. BUT DAVID IS A TERRIBLE PERSON! FUCK DAVID! i understand hating the monarchy and for him i know it was personal but the way he talks about his family in the letters UGHUGHGUHGUHGUHGUH this man is evil! there’s also the other story in the episode about the mountbatten name which is so brilliant!

104 Act of God - 15/10 this episode was boring on first watch but I WAS FOURTEEN! this episode took a break from the monarchy and concentrated on a british national horrific event THAT WAS IMPORTANT and i liked how it connected throughout the episode and all that and the CINEMATOGRAPHY OMGGGGG! anyways, something that pisses me off about this episode is that the crown kind of has the same kind of audience as euphoria! they only care about a hot actor or iconic character or the aesthetics AND THAT MAKES ME ANGRY! bc those are the ppl who call this episode the boring fog episode and the latest episode of euphoria a waste of time! they don’t understand the importance of what their watching. an event that killed hundreds by something that could have been avoided bc of science and for euphoria an ongoing pandemic of an ugly world and its affect on ppl not wanting to go on! IM SORRY THIS TURNED INTO A RANT but this episode is important in reminding audiences that disasters can be avoided but also once they happen anything can happen THIS WAS A SAD EPISODE OKAY AND I LOVED VENETIA SCOTT!

105 Smoke and Mirrors - 100/10 THE CORONATION EPISODE! Phillip tries to bring it to the common public and all the fighting between them just makes the coronation even more impactful when we watch it!

106 Gelignite - 8/10 I DESPISED MARGARET IN THE FIRST SEASON i saw her as a spoiled brat who wanted to marry her dad’s assistant! AND ALSO HOW DID SHE NOT REALIZE THERE WAS DEFINITE GROOMING INVOLVED! this episode is generally very good but margaret just pisses me off a lot! however, her not being able to marry peter boresend shouldn’t have been because of his divorcee status but bc he simply was a predator in anyone’s clear eyes IM SORRY IF YOU DISAGREE BUT SHE MET HIM SO YOUNG NO WAY THERE WAS NO GROOMING good episode but pissed off at margaret’s lack of critical thinking besides but I WANT HIMMMMM LIKE I WANT EVERYTHING

107 Scientia Potentia Est - 11/10 hated this when i first watched it! but now one of my favorites! lilibet feels dumb and needs a tutor! prime minister and wannabe prime minister have health problems and keep it from her! lilibet finds out by accident and they all get yelled at! I LOVE WHEN SHE YELLS AT MEN!

108 Pride & Joy - 10/10 this episode is just adds on to the overarching plot of the season: balancing the crown and family. margaret says disrespectful things to ppl who don’t deserve it in place of lilibet while she’s on the commonwealth tour fighting with her husband! then lilibet scorns margaret and we see an ugly papa loved me more argument! absolutely brilliant!

109 Assassins - 1000/10 hated it the first time but now I LOVE THIS EPISODE! it’s the painting and porchey episode and churchill leaving episode. It’s so so so good! i honestly have no words to describe the brilliance of this episode besides the acting done by almost the entire main cast CLAIRE WOW! MATT WOW! STEPHEN (THE PAINTER) WOW! JOHN WOW! HARRIET WOW! when we see the painting getting burned coincided w the downing st dinner GETS ME EVERYTIME I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH!

110 Gloriana - 100/10 the climactic fight between the crown and family! which will lilibet choose?? and the foreshadowing to suez MWAH!

SEASON TWO

201 Misadventure - 100/10 LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS EPISODE the cutesy lilibet and phillip until it all goes down WOW! and the suez stuff i love it all

202 A Company of Men - 100/10 this is where i think mike’s wife starts snooping or it’s the next episode BUT THIS IS WHERE SOMETHING BEGINS FOR SURE first of all it foreshadows the episode later in the season about philip’s childhood AND MATT’S ACTING!! it’s too good for words!

203 Lisbon - 100/10 i like it when they fight lol that’s the only way i know how to describe why i love it LILIBET WAS EXCITED TO SEE HIM AND SO WAS HE but then mike ruined it by being a disgraceful and dishonest man RUINING EVERYTHING

204 Beryl - 10/10 i start to like margaret bc i feel bad for her! she’s suffering she’s sad that her lil predator boyfriend is no longer w her but look who it is MATTHEW GOODE! he not suspicious at all but the writers are like here take 20 minutes of perfect chemistry between the actors!

205 Marionettes - 100/10 I LOVE THIS EPISODE basically someone who loves the monarchy insults the monarchy and lilibet actually goes to listen to them! w resistance of course but she still took everything he said to fix the monarchy !

206 Vergangenheit - 1000/10 one of my favorites! i didn’t know about david’s nazi past so when i watched this episode for the first time i was completely baffled! another episode where she yells at a man!!!! i’m always annoyed in this episode tho by all the talk from the priest about forgiveness bc im like why would u want to forgive david for being a nazi?? but i think it was intentional by the writers to show the importance of understanding forgiveness and the grounds for it! THIS EPISODE IS JUST PERFECT IM ANNOYED BC I DON’T WANT TO FORGIVE HIM

207 Matrimonium - 9/10 this episode is amazing BEFORE you’ve seen season three bc you root for margaret and tony! but, also throughout the episode there’s all that tony and family and his gf and bf stuff that you think is going to lead somewhere but doesn’t??? like what was the point of introducing his mother and his relationships if it was going nowhere and not even mentioned in season 3??? LIKE WHAT WAS THE POINT WHAT WAS THE REASON? but, also there’s lilibet and phillip fluff in this episode I LOVE

208 Dear Mrs. Kennedy - 10/10 this episode is fun as an american bc i think jackie kennedy and jfk are so idolized here in america it was so interesting to see this other pov! BUT I ALSO REALLY LOVED LILIBET DANCING W NKRUMAH! I THOUGHT IT WAS SO CUTE AND THE MARTIN CHARTERIS STUFF LEADING UP TO IT WAS SO FUNNY!

209 Paterfamilias - 100000/10 no words. IT WAS SO SMART TO PARALLEL PHILIP AND CHARLES this has a lower rating than the previous episode which makes no sense but only goes to prove the idolization of jackie and jfk

210 Mystery Man - 100/10 EVERYTHING FROM THE FIRST EPISODE IS ADDRESSED IN THIS EPISODE THE SEASON COMES FULL CIRCLE JUST LIKE SEASON ONE DID AND SEASON THREE DID NOT DO THAT AND SEASON FOUR DID IT TOO BUT NO WHERE AS GREATLY

every single episode of seasons two has a 9+ rating from me!

SEASON THREE (worst season)

301 Olding - 5/10 weak starter but good for introducing olivia as lilibet and harold wilson and departing churchill BUT THAT’S IT! like the whole spy thing just went bleh LIKE IT HAD POTENTIAL but it needed early seasons writing not third season writing techniques TOBIAS DID A GREAT JOB THO IN THIS EPISODE HE WAS A GREAT RECAST FOR PHILIP

302 Margaretology - 6/10 okay. just okay. margaret kind of bratty but you actually feel bad for her then she gets bratty again and then you feel bad for her again and the scenarios in the episode just didn’t feel real like the whole lyndon b johnson was so jealous of jfk that he was rude to the queen so they sent margaret JUST DIDN’T MAKE SENSE like i know this show is fictional but the fiction tends to be believable until i research the episode afterwards BUT FOR THIS it just didn’t make sense

303 Aberfan - 1000/10 ONE OF THE GOOD EPISODES OF THE SEASON! those first fifteenish minutes??? TEARS! i never knew about aberfan until this episode and seeing this episode made me cry!

304 Bubbikins - 10000/10 THIS EPISODE IS TECHNICALLY NOT AS GOOD AS THE ABERFAN EPISODE BUT THIS IS A PERSONAL PREFERENCE we meet anne and alice in this episode AND I LOVE BOTH OF THEM (erinsdoherty is my current url!) this episode is so sad and sweet at the same time and loving bc i’m a sucker for philip’s back story!

305 Coup - 8/10 this had potential I FEEL LIKE IF THEY WROTE THIS EPISODE DIFFERENTLY LIKE HOW THEY WROTE ONE OF THE SUEZ EPISODE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER the fact that it all went to nothing and nothing basically happened WHAT WAS THE POINT

306 Tywysog Cymru - 1000/10 this episode made me like charles! what a horrendous statement! but, like i thought his relationship w his tutor was so heartwarming and he actually seemed to care and all that and it just all in all MADE ME HAPPY like this episode isn’t sad it’s a happy episode until the last scene w lilibet BUT YEA they gave us this one good episode until we hate him which i appreciate makes the story telling better

307 Moondust - -100/10 hate this episode LIKE GENUINELY HATE IT HATE HATE HATE and tbh im generally very very nice w my opinions ANYWAYS I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS EPISODE BUT IT WAS SO STUPID LIKE THE ASTRONAUTS BEING ASSHOLES WAS STUPID PHILIP BEING AN ASSHOLE TO THE PRIESTS WAS STUPID LIKE PHILIP IS AN ASSHOLE BUT IT’S BEHIND PEOPLE’S BACKS AND THEN THEY KILLED ALICE OFF SCREEN I HATE THIS EPISODE

308 Dangling Man - -1000/10 HATE THIS ONE TOO this episode convinced me that the writers for the first two seasons to this season has changed all of a sudden we forget that david was basically a nazi and the charles we met two episodes ago sees him as exactly like this uncle who he swore he would be nothing like to the people of wales??? LIKE WHO WROTE THIS THEY WERE DOING CRACK WHILE WRITING THIS EPISODE and i felt NOTHING during the lilibet and david goodbye WHACK EPISODE TERRIBLE JUST BAD TERRIBLE

309 Imbroglio - 5/10 episode started off good but then just went a lil too crazy by making it seem like a whole secret spy mission going behind lilibet’s back

310 Cri de Cour - 4/10 bad just bad HBC GOOD ACTRESS AMAZING ACTRESS given bad material like NONE OF THIS FEELS CONNECTED THIS STORY IS ALL RANDOM AND WE HAD A WHOLE EPISODE ABOUT MARGARET AND TONY AND WE DON’T EVEN MENTION ANY OF THE CRAZY STUFF FROM THE LAST SEASON BUT WE CONCENTRATE ON MARGARET BEING A SUGAR MAMA MAKES SENSE YALL

once again i hate season three

SEASON FOUR

401 Gold Stick- 8/10 written weirdly but had GOOD SCENES such as meeting thatcher and diana! BUT THE SCENE STEALER WAS OBVIOUSLY MOUNTBATTEN’S DEATH AND PHILIP TELLING CHARLES THAT HE BECAME DICKIE’S SON INSTEAD OF HIM SAD STUFF so like the death was sad and dramatic and I FELT BAD but like i shouldn’t bc im south asian and mountbatten did bad stuff to us BUT IT DOESN’T CHANGE THE RIPPLE WE FELT

402 The Balmoral Test - 9/10 funny episode but needed early seasons’ writing

403 Fairytale - 9/10 good episode but needed early seasons’ writing BUT ALSO THAT SCENE BETWEEN CAMILA AND DIANA MWAH CHEF’S KISS THEY BOTH DESERVE ALL THE AWARDS but needed early seasons’ writing

404 Favourites - 7/10 this episode is good but frustrating bc u finally realize how terrible of a mother lilibet is BUT THE ANDREW STUFF WAS GOOD I AM GLAD THEY PUT THAT IN! i liked seeing thatcher’s non-existent relationship w her daughter NEEDED EARLY SEASONS’ WRITING

405 Fagan - 10/10 GOOD EPISODE I LIKE HOW WE WERE EMERSED IN FAGAN’S LIFE AND I LOVE THE ACTOR FOR FAGAN TOO AND I LIKE HOW IT WAS CONNECTED TO THATCHER AND FUELED THE OVERARCHING PLOT OF THE STORY!

406 Terra Nullius - 100/10 GOOD EPISODE CLOSEST TO EARLY SEASONS WRITING THAT’S WHAT MADE IT GOOD seeing them not get along and then get along and then not get along again through a series of montages made the episode brilliant!

407 The Hereditary Principle - 6/10 this episode. how do i explain? the material for this episode was absolutely perfect for the writers of the early seasons! POOR EXECUTION

408 48:1 - 100/10 i like the political episodes more than the family episodes SO THIS EPISODE IS SO BRILLIANT BC OF THE BACK AND FORTH AND I GOT TO SEE CLAIRE!!

409 Avalanche - 7/10 early season writers would have shown the arguing before the avalanche and diana’s reaction JUST SAYING

410 War - 9/10 THIS EPISODE HAD THE YELLING AT EACH OTHER SCENE THAT WAS SO GOOD BUT ANYWAYS THE PROBLEM W THIS EPISODE WAS THAT IT DRAGGED I FEEL LIKE THIS EPISODE AND THE ONE BEFORE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ONE EPISODE TOGETHER

ALAS, what i would like to say is that i feel that season 4 shouldn’t have been so diana centric! it was diana from the beginning of the season to the end! not, that i don’t love the whole diana story but it was dragged and i think she should have been introduced around the third/fourth episode of this season the same way tony was in season two! camilla should have arrived at the beginning of season 4 so that the intensity between camilla, charles and diana was more believable! if we season three wasn’t so spread out they could have had more brilliant episode.

OK HAHA I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS VERY LONG RANT ABOUT THE CROWN PLZ FORGIVE ME! AND IF U READ ALL THIS WOW! IDK WHAT TO SAY I THINK I TALK TOO MUCH HONESTLY :( anyways thank you for talking to me :)

#the crown #queen elizabeth #prince philip #princess margaret #princess anne #princess diana #prince charles #margaret thatcher #asks #i talk too much

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Quick Guide to My Characters

The main cast part six divided by three.

I’d advise checking the previous one of these posts in case you’re wondering why I’m making this. The purpose of the post is pretty self explanatory. Anyway, onto the other side of the main cast!

Ifrit Dawnsview

- Phoenix’s little brother, plus youngest out of the entire main cast (16 years old)

- former prince of Dawnsview, currently trying to help overthrow the kingdom’s corrupt government

- a bookworm and a scientific prodigy (and a wannabe mad scientist)

- intelligent, but also terribly naive. He will sometimes ignore things if they risk disproving him, and he has a “everyone is good deep down” sort of mentality

- has the power of being a heat conductor, and said power tends to make him ill. Before you ask, yes, it’s as useless as it sounds

- has injury/big ol’ scratch over left eye that is usually bandaged to prevent infection, later gets swapped out for magic eye bc why not?

- not good in fights that aren’t 1 on 1 (and isn’t the greatest fighter in general). He does kinda know how to weild a sword, but is mostly good with a crossbow

- “I’m not gay!” (You sure about that?)

- gets possessed plus gains powers from the god of trickery, and since he and the god aren’t compatible, he kinda starts to loose it, but let’s... not continue that running gag from last post

Wasp / “Harpy”

- Former military medic and current medic for the rebels. Also he’s a fairy

- is kinda sus to the rest of the gang (save for Ifrit), since he comes out of nowhere and tends to disappear for long periods of time

- he’s currently dealing with this situation where he’s forced to serve the kingdom of Dawnsview while presenting himself as a girl. After being captured, it was the only way he was allowed to keep his life

- the whole “you must present yourself as female” thing comes from the fact that Wasp is actually trans, and happens to come from a culture that has a different view of gender in general. Basically, the people in charge took him identifying as male as being “dishonest” and “loyal to another kingdom”. So hence why Wasp is also known as “Harpy”, for when he’s serving the crown

- as luck would have it, as “Harpy”, wasp actually ended up kinda raising/looking after Phoenix and Ifrit, and helped them escape the kingdom. He’s still very protective of Ifrit

- Has the ability to create illusions strong enough to be interacted with physically

- can duel weild swords and has physical combat skills.

- actually had his wings torn off when he was captured. The ones he has are just illusions

- unsurprisingly he has ptsd

- is good friends with the grim reaper, who covers for him when he has to help out Ifrit and the others.

Syrellis Cul

- a nightingale shapeshifter (he can turn into a giant bird)

- a former pickpocket who’s estranged from his (large) adoptive family of crow shifters, the Cul Murder / Cul family

- fights with wires (yes), a switchblade, has close combat skills, and will use anything to hand

- is a massive sweetheart, and still has “older brother instincts” (he has quite a few younger siblings and cousins). He’s often empathetic to a fault, and can sometimes be considered “too nice for his own good”

- is almost instinctively distrustful of those who are wealthy and/or have a certain amount of political/social power, due to past experiences of his

- has a massive inferiority complex and is self sacrificial to a fault

- is obvious team mom

- comes into conflict with Nymph a lot, and he will often end up playing devil’s advocate for those Nymph deems as “criminals”, “undeserving of help”, etc

- has an outwardly chill and mostly laid back attitude, although he can be socially awkward

- becomes sort of a pseudo older brother figure to Ifrit

Nymph

- elf (little over 3 feet tall )

- tracker / hunter with a pack of wolves as buddies. Becomes leader in rebel group going against Dawnsview

- was cast out of her tribe and left to die after being charged for a crime she didn’t commit. Said crime was the murder of her 11 brothers, who, alongside Nymph, was attacked. Nymph survived, but her vocal cords were severed. She was unable to defend herself at her own trial

- Mute (obviously). Has several ways of communicating, such as sign language, writing, and using Morse code

- has a strong sense of justice, and will be quick to punish wrong doers. On the other hand, she’s also hesitant to feel any sympathy for even petty criminals. It’s because of this that she’s incredibly distrustful of Chess and Syrellis

- is also distrustful of Wasp for reasons stated in his section. She only really trusts Ifrit, but not that much. She even sees him as dead weight a lot of the time due to his frequent inability to defend himself in combat

- has a “do whatever it takes to survive” mentality which often clashes with that strong sense of justice

- acts super aggressive, and will gladly yeet anyone across a field if they mention her height. In one of her better moods, she’s mostly sarcastic and passive aggressive

- has acrobat skills for days, impressive stamina, can go head to head with wolves in wrestling matches, and you bet she can use that spear of hers. She also has several small knives on her, and is an expert on setting up traps. She can also apparently talk to wolves

- mainly acts as aggressive as she does because, more than anything, she fears being in a situation where she was as helpless as she was after losing her voice.

Chess Shire

- former mercenary, former queen of thieves. She was once the most notorious jewel thief in the world, but abandoned that life after it became boring to her.

- former team mate to Chronos (and possible ex lover). They both totally don’t still have feelings for each other

- fights like a ninja or an assassin. Will sneak up behind people to kill them, or pull some James Bond shit to deal with them. She has a fancy looking antique gun, but she will use anything she can get her hands on.

- has the power of omnipresence. Within a five metre radius all around her, chess can be in multiple places at once. You could be standing in front of her, looking at her, while at the same time, unbeknownst to you, she also has her hands in your jacket pocket, robbing you blind

- she’s actually qualified to be a therapist. She studied psychology extensively to help her in her thieving persuits, and she can still freak people out by being able to predict someone’s next move accurately, and also being able to get someone to unload their personal baggage to her

- has a theatrical flair and enjoys communicating in half truths and riddles for the hell of it

- is an adrenaline junkie who will gladly take up your offer to go bungee jumping off the top of a mountain. Most of what she does is motivated by her thinking that it’ll be fun

- is one of those people that will wear revealing clothing to distract people. Not that she needs to, but she still enjoys doing it bc hey it’s fun to watch people get flustered

- is secretly lonely and her seemingly untouchable outward attitude hides a heart of glass. Chess has never been in a relationship or even a friendship where she felt that she could be honest with someone, or not feel as through she had to put on this big act because of who she was. Well, not since Chronos anyways.....

- Chess is in reality much more patient and empathetic than she lets on. She does care deeply for those around her, and will gladly aid someone in achieving their goals. She’s also not afraid to be the realistic one who calls someone out when their plans or views are not as correct as they think. She’ll also be the first to pull someone aside to talk if they need help, and will be quick to advocate for them if need be.

Hope this helps you guys. And feel free to tell me what characters here seem interesting, or if you have questions about them. Hell, tell me if you dislike them! Feedback helps a lot:)