#good plan sorta but yeah not the right way to handle it

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 17

continuation of byakuya's no good very bad worst shit ass day of his life (so far)(!!!)

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

this chapter went a little different from how i originally planned bc I was going to make byakuya much more stupid. but. he needs to fly off the handle several times later so. we can't let loose all at once

to be very fair to makoto he did not want to do that. and yet. here we are

the king of kings!! @digitaldollsworld

Content warning tags: ableist language from various characters, Byakuya's panic spiral, mild self-harm reference

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Time seems to grind to a halt. His breath is still caught in his throat, halfway through a relieved sigh as he had been waiting - expecting - for Makoto to help him. To pull up some vague, hidden piece of evidence to clear him of any suspicion, to cleverly point out some irrefutable proof that had previously lay unseen.

But instead - his heartbeats feel too heavy. His breathing feels too light, deprived of any real oxygen. His head pounds in the same way it did when he was struck earlier, with a dull, pulsing ring that washes out everything around him.

He prided himself, once, on being able to read a person’s intent. To judge just when and why they might choose to abandon him, to cross him, to try and use him for their own intents. For that reason, he supposes, is why this sickly, sticky feeling of dread is so new to him. He’s never known real betrayal before.

His eyes dart around the room, but the others don’t seem to believe Makoto just yet. Even Owada seems taken aback, stock still and quiet. Only Kirigiri seems unsurprised - or maybe, he was only imagining it, the tranquil quality of her silence. As if she were merely observing it all, far out of their reach.

“Seriously??” Syo’s voice is a grating jeer. “You’re telling me this whole time he had no idea what I looked like? No wonder he didn’t fall for me at first sight!”

“I…don’t think that’s the reason why,” Hagakure says, though he seems utterly bewildered. “But, that can’t be right, right? I’ve seen him reading loads of times. And he practically lives in the library, y’know?”

“Yeah, and he can do things just fine for himself.” Asahina says in agreement. “I mean, he does his own laundry and stuff, and he knows this place way better than me at least. I didn’t even know where the A/V room was during the first motive, I just sorta followed him.”

“Yes, this is sort of…” For the first time, Celeste sounds genuinely surprised, her usually unphased demeanor wavering, her accent slipping for a moment. “Ahem. While I did note that he sometimes seemed a bit…eccentric, so to speak, nothing of his actions suggested that he was impaired.”

Their skepticism is a small relief. He nods jerkily, unable to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to verbalize his agreement. But it’s a small, pathetic movement that goes unnoticed, hardly amounting to anything in this large courtroom.

And their disbelief only goes so far. Ogami speaks up now, for the first time since the trial began, her low voice immediately silencing the whispers.

“I performed a concussion test on him earlier,” She says, gruffly. “As Kyoko had asked me to. He was lucid when answering my questions, and he didn’t seem to exhibit any symptoms that couldn’t be attributed to other reasons.” There’s a slight creak of wood, as she shifts her weight on the stand. “However, I did notice that his pupils were…strange.”

“My- what?” He sputters now, too suddenly, too loudly. He reaches up to touch slightly-trembling fingers to a closed eye, feeling the smooth bump of the cornea twitching beneath the thin skin of his eyelid as if he might be able to identify the damage that way. Why hadn’t she mentioned this earlier? Why bring it up now? “What do you mean, ‘strange’?!”

There’s a slight, panicked edge to his voice that he hopes no one catches, but this was the first time he heard that there could be physical evidence to his affliction. “It was a bit hard to test without the proper tools, but I noticed that they do not react much to changes in light.” Ogami explains. “The shape is also slightly…off. If I had to describe it, I would say that there is…a warping around the edges.”

“And you didn’t think to mention it?!”

“I assumed it was either due to the head injury, or, it was genetic.” There’s an apologetic note to her words. “Given your usual behavior, I…didn’t think it was important.”

Not important. As if she could know what was important here.

“I. Am not. Blind.” He snarls stiffly. “Obviously, I have never taken a close enough look at my own pupils to notice that deformation, but it has never affected my daily life. I am not disabled, nor have I ever been.”

“I find it hard to believe that you have never been aware of it.” Kyoko remarks, tone clipped. “I can’t imagine someone of your status being ignorant of anything concerning your physical health.”

“Then you can rest easy knowing that I am perfectly healthy.” He snaps back, venom flying off his words.

Distantly, he knows that he is digging a pit for himself. That admitting to this would help clear him of any suspicion at all. But he doesn’t care; he would rather die than suffer such indignity. That was what he’s always known, taught by his butler, and then reinforced by all his surroundings afterwards, his siblings, his father - better to perish and let your enemies cry with relief and count themselves lucky, than let them mock you as you dig your own grave.

“You should just admit it already. You are drawing this out to be unnecessarily long, or would you rather doom us all?”

“I don’t see why I should cooperate with someone who has been making mindless accusations at me all this while.”

There’s a tense, snappish tension between him and Kirigiri. A livewire current. A piece of elastic stretched taut. He glares, and to him, her blurred form looks like that of a reared snake.

“Um…” Asahina speaks up, her hand tentatively raised. “If Byakuya’s really blind, can’t we just test it?”

“Excuse me?”

“I-I mean! Not saying that you are blind, or anything,” She says this quickly, carefully, like soothing a spooked horse. “But, we’re not going to get anywhere if you two just keep arguing back and forth, and it’ll be really quick! Like, Sakura, can you hold up a few fingers?” She complies silently, one arm remaining crossed across her chest, the other raised to her side. “How many is she holding up?”

He tries not to squint, but he has no idea. Two? Three? It's nothing more that a blurred, brown shape. “You can’t be serious.” He almost laughs, but the sound he makes is derisive and bitter.

“Y-yes, this is-! Unfair!” Now it’s Yamada, speaking up again. “In case no one else has noticed, Mister Togami is lacking his spectacles! Asking such a thing of him…it’s akin to bullying!”

He’s oddly assertive about this, and Byakuya watches as he pushes his own glasses a little higher. For some reason, being considered something of an equal by Yamada irritates him further. “Shut up.” Who asked for his help.

“Yes, be still please,” Celeste sighs dismissively. “We are playing a game with our lives. This is hardly the time to be discussing moralistic issues.” There’s a slight metallic tap as she raps her silver finger guards against her rings. “But you do make a point. Byakuya does not have his glasses at the moment. It would be difficult to try and confirm anything without them.”

Thank goodness for those with common sense. He doesn’t look to his side, where she was standing, but he swears that he can see her eyes glancing at him, the unnatural red of her pupils bright on her pale face. “Yes,” he agrees, seizing upon it. “And they were broken earlier, thanks to Owada. Nearsightedness runs on my mother’s side, and the former Togami head was farsighted. I will admit that much, is that what you wanted? Kyoko?”

He’s rambling. He’s aware of it. But there are a few nods exchanged, and Asahina scratches at the back of her head awkwardly, as if embarrassed. Kirigiri, however, is still unmoved.

“No. When I say you are blind, I do not mean without your glasses. Or there wouldn’t have been a point in bringing it up in the first place.” Kirigiri shifts her weight slightly, the sway of her stance accompanied by the creak of wood. “Even without your glasses, you cannot do tasks such as reading. I imagine you’ve managed everything else by means of careful practice, but this is the one thing you can’t manage on your own.”

“Hey, Kyoko-” Makoto looks nervous, unsure whether to face him or her. “That-”

“And how do you plan to prove this?” Byakuya snarls. He feels a small flare of triumph, even despite everything, the looming threat of death. “As we found before, I don’t have my glasses. Did you happen to pick those up as well? Did you repair them for me while you were at it?”

Instead of offering a retort, or any sort of reply, she sighs. A soft, tired sound.

“Makoto.” She isn’t facing the other boy, but her tone is firm as she addresses him, and a little exasperated. She doesn’t say anything more, but Makoto seems to understand, and his hands drop to his sides.

“There is a way to prove it.” His voice is quiet. Quiet, and…sad, somehow. Defeated. “Byakuya…please show us your handbook.”

The realization sets in slowly. He’s already been betrayed by Makoto twice now, but still, he finds himself stunned, slack-jawed. This one was the worst by far - not only was he actively helping Kirigiri, he was betraying Chihiro as well, risking revealing everything to that accursed bear. And after all the lengths Byakuya had gone through to protect this secret.

“What are you saying,” He says, and his voice has a humiliating tremor that matches how his hands shake, clutching at the rail. Surely, he’s heard wrong. Surely, Makoto would correct himself, take it back-

“Your handbook. Chihiro, he…he put a program on it that lets you be able to do stuff like tell the time. It also reads stuff aloud. And he did it after the motives got revealed, that night when Celeste saw you guys leaving the bathhouse.” He sounds so somber, so sad and grieving. He won’t meet Byakuya’s eyes. “He did it in exchange for you teaching him how to be strong, and self-confident - which you did, by telling him to go around talking to everyone else today.”

Without really thinking about it, his hand goes to his inner jacket pocket, where his handbook sits. His fingers close around the little device, the hard edges of plastic and metal pressing into the creases of his palm. He feels a little like he’s been shot.

But he doesn’t bring it out. He glares instead, furiously, hatefully, at the boy standing just meters away. He - and Kirigiri too, most likely, Byakuya suspected that Makoto had already revealed everything that that woman - knew perfectly well the importance of Alter Ego, and why it could not, under any circumstances, be revealed. And they knew Byakuya was aware of this too, and they were holding this fact hostage, over his head.

(I could, some sore, beaten part of him thinks with poisonous intent, try and claim responsibility for Chihiro’s murder. I could say that they’re wrong. That I lured Chihiro to the bathhouse with the intent of making him less wary, easier to isolate. That he was so weak and trusting and stupid that killing him was a simple manner. That I mimicked Syo’s modus operandi to throw suspicion off of me.)

The mere thought was shameful, but it was his pride, wounded and bitter, that was seriously considering it, if only for some semblance of control. The barest reassurance that he had any real weight at all in this trial. And all he would need to do is open his mouth and say the words.

But instead, he bites down on his inner cheek, hard enough for blood to trickle out the corner of his mouth, hard enough for the pain to rival the buzzing in his temples. And tightens his grip momentarily, just enough to feel the faint, humming warmth of the handbook against his sweating palm, and exhales slowly.

“...Fine. Fine.” He spits, angry, defeated, exhausted. He’s sick of this. He just wants it to be over. “Yes. I’m blind. I have been so since we first woke up in this school. Are you happy now?”

Makoto looks down, his face shadowed by his hair. Kirigiri tilts her head slightly, a motion that’s not quite a nod but more of a bow.

“Wait, so then-” Asahina’s voice, confused and a little hesitant, pipes up. “If you’ve been…y’know, this whole time, but only after we got to this school…does that mean the Mastermind did this to you, somehow?”

“That’s what I would like to know, myself.” He turns to look at Monokuma, and finds the bear lounging across its throne, a bucket of popcorn resting precariously on the armrest. The repugnant toy giggles, and swings itself upright, spilling a handful of white puffs all over.

“Gosh, I wonder?” The thing taps at its chin, voice taking on a wondering tone. “Of course, I want this game to be fair and give you all a level playing field. I believe in equality after all! …Though this has made for so many entertaining developments, so…I figured I’d leave it as is. Besides, you’ve adapted quite well, haven’t you Mister Togami?” It cackles, paws clutching at its belly. “GIven how well you did hiding it from everyone, I think it’s fine if we leave it like this, don’t you think?”

He wants to cross the courtroom and throttle the stupid thing this instant. All he can do is glare murderously, lips twisted into a snarl.

There’s a sharp clap that has most people jumping. The source of the sound is Kirigiri, whose hands are raised, and pressed together. “Let’s move on.” Her voice is firm, with no room for arguing. “All we’ve done so far is clear one person’s innocence. We still need to identify the real killer.”

And that was it. The most disgusting moment of his life, over just like that, ended by her words. He knows that there’s bound to be some kind of punishment in store for those who interrupt trials, but he briefly wonders if he can get his hands around her neck before Monokuma can react.

Owada jerks at Kirigiri’s words, startled out of his own stunned silence. “W-wait,” He sounds panicked now, and of course he would be. His scapegoat is gone. “Then, if it’s not Byakuya, then who…?”

“Let’s consider what we know. Given how it’s not clear where the murder took place, it would have to be someone who had access to cleaning supplies or water, and has no alibi that can be verified when the murder occurred. For the most part, everyone here has an alibi that can be supported by at least one other person, but there are some that do not.” Kirigiri lists these calmly, and Byakuya imagines her cold gaze, flitting between each person in the room. “Mondo. Do you care to explain what you were doing prior to the body’s discovery?”

The effect is immediate. The other boy rears up, instantly furious. “The fuck are you trying to say? That I’m a murderer?!” He thunders. “Like I said earlier, I was taking care of my bro. You know that. Everyone knows that!”

“As you said earlier, Taka is currently compromised. He can’t give a testimony.” She shoots back without hesitation. “Your alibi is flawed.”

“Yeah? Well - well so’s yours!” He sputters. “Like- Syo might’ve been the one to find you in the bathroom, but that was just before Chihiro was found. Toko can’t say that you weren’t there the whole time, a-and even if you were, maybe the bathroom was where Chihiro died anyways!”

Owada may be stupid, but credit where credit was due, he was surprisingly quick to retort and pick at Kirigiri’s excuse. “I could not have cleaned up a murder scene in the bathroom so spotlessly in the time between Chihiro’s last sighting and the body discovery. As Makoto described earlier, the sinks of the bathroom were all dry-”

“There was that sheet, you could’ve used that before smashing Chihiro’s head over it. And there’s water in the toilets, right? And the girl’s bathroom was right next door!”

“...I’ll commend you for recognizing my perseverance. But I did not kill Chihiro.” She shakes her head. “If the only thing that will clear me is secondhand support to my alibi, then the only thing that needs to be done is to ask a witness. Toko?”

And she addresses Syo now, who just cocks her head for a moment, and shrugs. “I keep sayin’ to you guys, it’s lights out up there. There’s no telling when she’ll be back!”

Byakuya has had enough.

“Toko,” He says first, his voice low and hissing. Then, louder, building into a shout: “TOKO. Come out, NOW!”

“I don’t think it works like tha-” Syo’s words are cut off suddenly, and she collapses where she stands, like a puppet with her strings cut.

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#thpff #thpff chapters #danganronpa fanfiction #byakuya togami #byakuya mentally filing for a second naegami divorce #sorry this one took so long.....my frontal lobe. it is soup #combination filing taxes + applying for classes + applying for jobs + etc etc. it'll do it to ya #going to really really really try to get 18 up by sunday but if its delayed do u prommy not to be too mad at me. do you. pls pls pls #i jest tho. thank u to everyone who has been reading thus far i hope you continue to enjoy it or move on to other things #just knowing you were here even if just for a moment even if for the whole ride is enough for me #i hope this chapter is legible i cranked out the last half of it at 2 am on a half bottle of soju #also had to mentally go over everything twice bc ive been listening to His Dark Materials audiobooks and my writing was turning british #byakuya frothing furious angry defeated at the stand while kyoko is just. o<-< are we done yet. can we please talk about the murder #theyre both toxic here and making everyone bear witness to it #alright folks lets take bets now on who you think the killer is!!!

[winterlogysblog]

FAIRY TAIL FANFIC | PHONE CALL

Title: Phone Call

FF.NET | AO3

Pairing: Gray Fullbuster/ Juvia Lockser

Based from this beautiful Chapter Cover....

Gray fidgets with the miniature communication lacrima in his pocket as he figures out the perfect time to excuse himself from the group.

"We could set up camp here." Erza declared.

Wendy nodded and started setting up the camp with Carla. Lucy, Natsu, and Happy soon followed. Gray sighed and placed his satchel on the ground, and helped out for a bit before sneaking away.

He walked a couple of meters away from the group and blended into the crowd of the town.

—

"Our tents are done." Erza proclaimed. "Now, Natsu, Gray, and I are going out to hunt for our dinner. Lucy, Wendy, you two guard our camp.

Erza fixed her armor and looked around and noticed that a certain ice mage is missing.

"Where's Gray?" 

"He's here just a second ago," Wendy replied, shifting her head from left to right trying to find him.

"That jerk's slacking off again!" Natsu shouted. "I'm gonna find him and beat his lazy butt." He ran forward, leaving everyone behind.

Erza sighed. "I'll go hunting."

"Happy, follow Natsu and make sure he doesn't break anything."

"Aye, sir!!" The blue cat gave the knight a salute before flying away.

"Gray-san's grown habit of running away whenever we're about to set up camp or check in a hotel," Wendy spoke.

"Yeah." Lucy nodded. "It's weird, he never does that before."

"What could he be doing?"

—

"Hey, how have you been?" Gray said, leaning his back against a wall, his miniature communication lacrima prompt up in his ear

"Juvia's good, she just got back to the apartment. How's the mission?" A soft voice passed through the lacrima.

"Tiring, being able to hear your voice is sorta therapeutic."

"Juvia misses you." Juvia giggled, clutching a pillow to her chest.

"I miss you too."

Gray responded with a low chuckle before continuing their conversation.

"How's the guild?"

"Still the same. Although, we got some new members." Juvia responded.

"This isn't another Touka situation is it?" Gray arched a brow.

Juvia giggled. "No, this is different."

"Jellal, Meredy, and Cobra joined."

"I guess that makes sense." Gray nodded.

"Meredy planned on taking Juvia on a job with her and Jellal," Juvia added.

"Also with Jellal." It's a weird feeling but Gray doesn't like the idea of Juvia going on a mission with him even if he knows there's nothing wrong with it.

"Meredy thinks it'll be a fun bonding experience," Juvia replied.

It makes sense, both Juvia and Jellal are close friends with Meredy. It's normal for her to want both of her close friends to get along. However, Gray can't help but still get that uneasy feeling.

"Is there anything wrong, darling?"

"Nothing, it's great that they joined the guild, who knows, maybe in one of Jellal's missions, he'd stumble upon Erza again." Gray joked and he received an adorable giggle from the water mage.

"Where is Gray-sama now?"

"Some random corner in the town we're in, I gotta separate myself from the others mainly because Natsu is way too loud." 

"Has Gray-sama eaten yet?"

"We just set up camp, Natsu and Erza are probably out hunting." 

"You're not gonna help them?" 

Gray shrugged. "They can handle it, I wanna talk to you."

—

Natsu is finally able to find Gray, he's leaning at a brick wall in some random corner, his miniature communication lacrima is up against his ear, clearly speaking to someone.

"Oi!! Stripper!!!" The dragon slayer called.

Gray jolted up, his attention shifted towards Natsu.

"Natsu's here, I gotta go." He spoke over the lacrima.

"Alright then, take care Gray-sama, Juvia loves you," Juvia responded.

Gray smiled before hanging up. "I'll call again tomorrow."

"Who's that?" Natsu asked, running towards the ice mage.

"It's just Juvia," Gray mumbled a response.

"Ohh he loves her~." Happy giggled while flying in circles.

"Ugh." Gray rolled his eyes. "This is why I don't tell you guys about stuff." 

"Hey!!" Natsu gasped, offended by the statement.

#gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #fairy tail #fairy tail 100 yq #fairy tail 100 years quest #fairy tail fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #gruvia fanfic

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Dark [06]

ー The scene starts in the big hall at Eden

Yui: Things only Azusa-kun can do, huh...?

I guess we really have to do as Ruki-kun says and hope that Azusa-kun will slowly but surely begin to understand the extends of his own capabilities and adapt his mentality...

Yuma: ...Nah, he’s wrong. While I do get where Ruki’s comin’ from, I don’t think that’ll be ‘nough.

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: What matters to Azusa most is whether he can prove himself useful to his family and ya, right?

Since he’s limited in the things he can do, wouldn’t it be way better to give him that sense of satisfaction from bein’ able to just that, rather than tryin’ to get him to make that connection inside his head?

Kou: I mean, it’s true that because of what happened in the past, Azusa-kun has a bad habit of always wanting to reconfirm his own value amongst his friends.

...Ah! Which means that as long as he can feel confident that he’s being there for us.

It might change his outlook a little and he’ll feel better again?

Yuma: There ya have it.

That bein’ said, I can’t think of a way to accomplish that, so I doubt it’ll be easy.

Kou: Right...

Yui: ( Something that’ll help him regain his confidence. I hope we can find something... )

Selection

→ Try thinking of something (❦)

Yui: ( I’ll try and come up with something myself. )

( I wonder what would help him regain confidence in himself...? )

→ Ask the two of them 

Yui: Do you guys have any ideas? Something that could help him regain confidence...

Kou: Hmー...

Yuma: We’re not great at that sorta thing like Ruki is...

Yui: ( Seems like I’ll have to come up with something instead. )

Yui: ...Ah!

Now that I think about it, Ruki-kun said that he’ll be going to the Sakamaki Castle tomorrow, right?

How about having Azusa-kun deliver something to him, for example...?

Yuma: Ya wanna ask Azusa to bring Ruki somethin’ he forgot?

Yui: Y-Yeah.

I’m sure Ruki-kun will say no if we bring it to him, so we’ll have to do it in secret but...

Kou: I like that idea! I agree!

Yuma: Yeah, me too. I’m pretty sure Azusa can handle goin’ to the Sakamaki Castle.

Besides, I’m pretty sure that helpin’ Ruki out will be a great opportunity for Azusa to gain some confidence in himself!

Kou: Our plan goes into action tomorrow then! Let’s all try our best for Azusa-kun’s sake!

Yui: Yes! Thanks, you two!

( I hope our plan goes well and it can cheer Azusa-kun up a little... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall

Azusa: ...

Yui: ( I guess he’s still hung up over what happened yesterday... )

( But if the plan we came up with succeeds... )

Kou: We should get going soon, M-neko-chan.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Yuma: Hey, Azusa. Got a minute right now?

Azusa: I do but...What’s wrong?

Kou: Listen, there’s something we really want to ask you.

Yui: Seems like Ruki-kun forgot to take something very important with him to the Sakamaki Castle.

So could you please deliver it to him?

Azusa: Eh...?

You want me to do it...?

Yuma: Don’t say that. You’re the perfect man for this job.

Kou: Exactly. We’ve kind of got our hands tied right now, and we can’t ask M-neko-chan to leave the Castle either.

That’s why we’d like to ask you. ...You don’t want to?

Azusa: No, I’ll go! Please...Let me go.

Kou: Really? Thanks! You’re helping us out a bunch!

*Rustle rustle* 

Kou: This is the thing Ruki-kun forgot. It’s very important so take good care of it, okay?

Yuma: We’re countin’ on ya, Azusa.

Azusa: ...Yes.

I’ll go after Ruki right away. I promise...I’ll make sure to deliver it to him.

Yui: Be careful out there, Azusa-kun.

Azusa: ...I’ll get going.

ー Azusa leaves

Yui: ( ...He’ll be okay, right? )

( He’s headed towards the Sakamaki Castle and Ruki-kun will be there as well. )

Monologue

ーー ‘I’ll get going’. 

Exactly, as he spoke those words to us,

the expression on his face,

was one of pure joy (嬉しそう). 

I suposse that this whole time,

he really just wanted for us to rely on him. 

Just like Ruki-kun said,

if we manage to find something,

which only Azusa-kun can do...

I hope that this can somehow help boost his confidence (自身).

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leazusadark6

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Can we get a side story of peter and the enforcers going to the enforcers private gym and training that they may or may not have in a private warehouse or something (cause have u seen how fit the enforcers are, they must have something) and peter shows and tests how strong he is cause he dont get many chances out side of fighting and he would like to see himself. And maybe Montana shows him how to use different kinds of guns only to see the kid hesitate and nail every shot.

OOh fun. I decided to go with a different weapon. Idk why but it sorta flowed out that way. 

Peter pokes the weight bar with his toe. He had never exactly used this kind of equipment before. Sure he knows that he is strong, but he generally demonstrated that by holding up tossed cars and the fallen parts of buildings. He looks back at his uncles. They had brought him to the warehouse that they used to practice various skills that they used while doing their jobs as Enforcers. Montana wants Peter to test out just how much he can lift. Peter would love to have an exact number to put with that skill but finds himself feeling a little nervous in the face of the equipment. 

“How’s about I show you how to use the bench and then you give it a go?”

Peter eagerly nods. Objectively, he understands how to use a bench and lift weights. But he would rather see an example of what to emulate. Montana explains each step and shows Peter what he is doing. After a few minutes, Peter takes his place and he goes through the motions. After each rep, Montana asks him if he thinks he can handle more. Peter keeps responding positively. They arrive at the maximum amount of weights they have on hand and Peter feels like he could still lift more. Montana whistles.

“That there is Ox’s upper limit, 'round 5 tons. We ain’t got any way to add more weight safely.”

“That's alright. This just confirms what I sorta knew.”

Peter sits up and the Ox taps him.

“Faun lift Ox?”

Peter blinks at the request.

“Uh, yeah. I should be able to if you're not resisting.”

Peter stands, squares his shoulders, and then lifts his uncle. Dan and Montana’s eyes go a little wide and Peter is very careful in putting Ox down. The large man looks a little giddy.

“Holds.”

He says with a nod and Montana blinks as he is pointed at. 

“Yeah, that’s actually a good idea. Ox wants to show you how to hold people more effectively. You ain’t got any formal training, right?”

“No. Just sorta figured it out as I went.”

“Fair. But not good enough for the long term. Ox?”

Ox makes a show of slowly moving his arms and puts Montana in a hold. Montana explains both how the hold keeps him pinned and some suggestions for getting out of it. Dan volunteers to be tested on and Peter imitates Ox’s grip. They run through a few more holds and even spar a little.

Montana then pulls Peter over to the range and Peter blinks as a knife is pressed into his hand.

“Most people don't expect to have a knife come flying at their face. My Gammie preferred knives to fists most of the time.”

“I don't really plan to through knives at people.”

“No one really plans to get into situations where they need specific skills till they’re in the mess. Now, you hold the hilt like this.”

Montana adjusts Peter’s to be correct and showed him the right motion to make to send the knife sailing through the air. Peter tosses it and is fairly close to the center of the target. It takes a few more throws, but the motion grows easier and he gets a little more accurate. Not perfect but definitely better.

After they clear the targets, Montana and Dan start showing off some trick shots with the knives. It becomes a bit of a competition that has Peter enthralled. Neither had ever used knives in a fight against him, and he finds himself glad. They were hyper-accurate and would definitely be able to slice through his webbing while he swung around. They get to the point were Ox is holding them upside down and they still are on target. Peter studies how they throw and is determined to emulate it. He could use such a skill if he had to throw something accurately. Like tossing a wrench into the gears of a machine. Or something. Montana ends up willing the competition with an upside-down throw behind him using a mirror.  

Peter cannot help but clap as Montana returns to his feet. His uncle puts his hat back on and tips it a little bit. They clear the targets and Peter practices a little more while Dan and Montana give him advice. As they leave, Peter finds himself looking forward to coming back and learning more about fighting.

#ask hermes #hermes speaks #spider nephew au #tssm peter parker #tssm montana #tssm shocker #tssm ox #tssm fancy dan #tssm

[kafus]

2, 3, 5, 12, 14, 15, 20?

2. Have you had any fusions that eventually split back to the (more or less) same parts?

not in particular... we've had fused alters split again but not to the same alters as before? i will say some of our fusions have been kinda like. Fuzzy/not complete so i will notice them being more separate sometimes and more fused other times but that's not so much a fusion...... unfusing later down the line and more like that's just the State Of Their Fusion. if that makes sense

3. Have you had any fusions that eventually split into new parts?

oops i did not read the questions ahead and basically answered this in the previous question. yeah we're pretty fragmented so we have had a Lot of fusions over time and alters will split into new parts... and those parts will fuse with other parts... and all our alter histories are a mess. there's a reason we don't care to self identify in public other than as "kiki" and "ayano" because explaining it to people or constantly knowing who exactly we are would be Fucking Exhausting

5. After a fusion of named parts, how do you decide which name to go by?

really just depends on the fusion and the feelings of the alters who are fusing? there's no clear cut way we handle that every single time, no rules, kind of just between the alters who fuse. i wouldn't even necessarily say it's a "decision" either - something just Naturally Feels Right for the alters in question and That Is Their Name. we've also had cases where alters fuse and have a completely new name none of them had before after fusion

12. Have you had parts that attempted to fuse but couldn't?

Yeah actually we have a running issue right now with two alters who WANT to fuse but like... they just can't rightnow for a variety of personal and upsetting reasons, including you know. hating each other and not accepting each other. that's what therapy is for babey !

14. Have you had a positive fusion experience before?

yes! many :] we don't look poorly at fusion, it's a sign of healing and moving forward in our life. usually fusion is celebratory, especially if it's expected/planned and not spontaneous

15. Have you had a negative fusion experience before?

yeah but less because of ourselves and more because of people in our life. have had times where an alter fuses and everyone around us acts like a person just died which. i can empathize with feeling loss in that situation (in a sense i kind of do too sometimes depending on the fusion) but it's kind of frustrating and Not productive to act like fusion is killing someone. that's just not the case. the alter is still there! just in a different way.

20. What is your system's thoughts on final fusion? Is it a potential end goal for your system?

we don't want Final Fusion but i think one day in the far future it would nice for it to just be Two. dual existence is ideal for us. right now we have at LEAST 30 alters if not more but we would like to be Two one day. we've presented ourselves as two for so long and identify as a mirror or "two people" internally so much that it's hard to imagine being happy as One. i actively value my life as multiple as well - i don't see my DID as a curse that needs to be deleted, it is literally why i survived life altering childhood trauma (no pun intended), and it is a part of my identity... i care deeply about my alters... but it also is still a mental illness at the end of the day and i would like to be more functional and less fragmented. i think i am capable of being more whole and happy than i am now if we were brought down to two. two is good. but of course this varies for everyone and if final fusion is a system's goal or functional multiplicity with a lot of alters is their goal good for them

sorry for answering this so late i got busy LOL and sorry if it was too ramble-y i'm just sorta saying shit

#asks #anonymous #kiki was here

[viviskull]

@electricea​​ : Continued from here

“Heh, I do my best!” His own cheeks were tinted pink as he accepted the compliment happily.  Taking the handles of the wagon into his hands, he found himself actually looking forward to the rest of their journey - which would no doubt be difficult and tiring by the end of it, yet standing here talking with Vivi, it didn’t feel like such a big ordeal anymore.  Vivi was just a fun person to spend time with, to talk with - most people his age would scoff at the idea of a pumpkin carving contest as something ‘childish’ or ‘dumb’, yet with Vivi, he didn’t get that sense at all.  Vivi seemed to have an energy that matched his own, in both enthusiasm and youthfulness - in some ways, he couldn’t help but feel that they were kindred spirits.  “Yeah, that sounds good to me! First things first! Though, I do plan on holding you to that offer!”

Giving an appreciate nod, he shifts to the side to make room for Vivi to also take hold of the wagon, nudging it forward bit by bit.  Though his own thoughts and movements are focused on moving that of the wagon forward, every so often, he can’t help but look up toward his companion as Vivi seemed to be struggling a little bit - seeming to look more and more fatigued every time he looked up.  Though he thought of saying something, for now, he grit his teeth and decided to stay quiet, instead opting to continue to slowly, steadily, push the wagon along bit by bit.  While the progress wasn’t exactly fast, it was still progress nevertheless.

“Sorry about that…!“ He moved to try and shift the wagon along with her, gripping it carefully to try and keep it from falling onto its side.  The last thing that they needed right now was to have to try and do this all over again - and risk breaking the pumpkin too! “Magical strength boost…?” He blinked, looking down at the wagon and then back up at her.  “Was that…?” How they had managed to keep chugging along, like this? Making all this progress along the way? Come to think of it, they had come a pretty long way - long enough to be nearly out to the van.  “I’ll try and be more careful, Vivi!” He nods his head firmly, determinedly, giving her his best smile.  “I think we’re nearly there so let’s finish this up, together!”

Their borrowed wagon gave a few protesting groans and tittering squeaks as they kept continuously steadying it from rolling onto its side like a dead horse.  Vivi kept one hand hooked into its hard, cracked plastic as another grasped at a dirty wooden handle to ease out the balance on her side of the wheelbarrow.  Perhaps their pumpkin might’ve been more heavy than she initially thought, but it should’ve also been when she gave most of her strength away for the other borrow for the time being.  Doing spells here and there often came natural for this lil blue dame, but sometimes she often bit off more than she could chew when it came to tolerating the eating effects of her resulting magicks.  It’s what happens when you decide to burden the pain of your friend’s tolling labor, anyways.

But it beats seeing the kid suffering from back aches in the morning.  Plus, they only really had like a couple days to get this pumpkin ready, she couldn’t waste their efforts and time in resting just yet.  Not while she kinda promised her pal they’d win somehow.

“Huh–,” she shoots the other a quick glance on her right–, “what else do ya think I kissed ya on the cheek for?  For cheesy good ol’ luck?”  Vivi impulsively raises an eyebrow.  “I don’t got enough hands to grab a raw crystal out of nowhere, ya know.  This–,” with a light brush of her elbow nudging into his side, a stronger pulse of warmth quickly tickles against the fellow’s skin–, “is just a lil trick I learned from my Gram.  They’ve got more of a knack for this sorta supportive magick usually.”

Which is probably why she’s looking a little on the exhausted side, maybe.  Perhaps this magical boost is more of an active bond?  Let’s just hope it lasts long enough where they can pick up the pace a little and jog to the car faster.

Whilst a sharp exhale of air escapes the dame’s throat, Vivi couldn’t suppress the airy laugh that swiftly followed with a hot puff of autumn smoke.  Perhaps more so taken aback by her young companion’s enthusiasm, her tired grin couldn’t help but twist to the side with an awkward air.  Yeah, they weren’t too far from the van now, but the inspirational flare might’ve been much for her own tastes.  However, who’s to say she wasn’t one for dramatics though?

Vivi blows a lazy raspberry at the other.  “Let’s see if we can even get this thing in the trunk afterwards, Armstrong.”  She lightly jokes.  “Arthur’s probably waiting on us in the van anyway.”

#Ah! I love acting! {RP Thread} #Ooo! You look so cool! {Vivi} #Write it down! {Canon} #electricea #((this kinda took a long while to get to but heres to bringing this thread back because I adore these twos' friendship ToT)) #Icon Cred: danicloth

[musings-from-mars]

@dragonslayer-week 2022 Day 1 (July 25): Childhood Friends

Something about this seemed like a bad idea, but it wasn't like he could say anything to convince Yang otherwise. It sounded fun, after all! But it also sounded like the sorta thing their parents would scold them for if they knew about it.

But alas. They were already three-quarters of the way up this hill, dragging their bikes along. And riding them down this thing sounded like a rush! Which was exactly why Jaune was scared out of his shorts!

"Just avoid all the big rocks!" Yang advised.

Jaune was already planning to do that. His feet were starting to ache from this trek, and the tall grass and brush were making his legs itchy. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, already resigned to the answer being yes, but wanting to at least make his cautiousness known.

"We'll be fiiine," Yang insisted, turning her head so Jaune could see her roll her eyes and blow a raspberry. "What's the worse that can happen?"

"We fall and break our bones," Jaune said.

"And that's why we have safety equipment!" Yang said, holding aloft her yellow bike helmet.

At least they did have helmets. Jaune figured that's all they needed to truly be safe. He could just catch himself if he fell, right?

Now at the top of the hill, Jaune glanced down the way they had come. "It seems...steeper from up here than it did down there..."

Yang put her helmet on, awkwardly smushing down her long blonde pigtails. "Steeper means faster!"

"What if it's too fast?"

"C'mon, Jaune!" Yang mounted her bike, a bright orange thing she called Fire Laser. "There's no such thing as too fast!"

Jaune frowned. He wanted to argue, but maybe he was just scared about nothing. Riding down this hill would be no different from riding normally. He just had to react quicker. And he had really quick reflexes! At least he thought so. He puffed out his chest and nodded. "You're right. Let's do this!" He grabbed his helmet off the handlebars of his bike and plopped it onto his head.

Yang snorted a laugh.

"What?" Jaune asked.

"I still can't get used to you wearing that," Yang said, still snickering.

Jaune frowned, feeling his face heat up. Being the youngest among his siblings, he was the bearer of the Ultimate Hand-Me-Downs Curse. Which meant his bike was light pink, with matching helmet. "Hey, it's all I've got!"

"I didn't say it looked bad," Yang told him with a giggle. "Pink is good!"

He sighed and tried to stay grumpy about it, but couldn't help but smile. "Yeah yeah, well, watch while me and my pink bike beats you to the bottom of this hill!"

Yang laughed and nodded. "Oh, you're on, Jauney!"

"Don't call me that!"

He mounted his bike as well, and they took up a position on the precipice of the slope, side-by-side. "On your marks..." Yang began. Jaune placed his foot on the higher pedal, ready to push off. His worry about it being too steep were off to the side now, he wanted to rub it in Yang's face that her Fire Laser lost to Jaune's pink hand-me-down.

"Get set..."

Jaune gripped the handles tight, doing his best to ignore his nerves...

"GO!"

They both pushed off and rumbled down the hill. It was easy going at first, but then they started getting faster. And faster... And faster... "Woah-oh-oh-oh-!" Jaune yelled, the hill getting bumpier the further down he got. But at least he was in the lead at the moment! And he wasn't even pedaling. He was trying not to steer too much, managing to avoid any big rocks in the way, until...

CLUNK.

There was a sudden dip in the grass, like a rabbit hole, that shuddered Jaune's bike and caused him to wobble. He yelped and yanked his handlebars around, trying to correct, but ended up steering into a rock. His back tire skidded sideways, and he fell off, landing elbow-first into the glass. He tumbled and rolled until finally managing to right himself, sliding a little ways on his butt until coming to a stop a few feet above where the hill leveled out.

"Woah! Jaune!" Yang yelled. She rumbled past him on her bike, reaching the level ground at about the same time as his tumbling bike did. Once there, she jumped off of hers and left it, running back up towards him.

Jaune was mostly just shocked at first, sitting up and taking rapid breaths. Then he began to realize how much his arm hurt. He looked at it and hissed through his teeth, his elbow all scrapped up from the rough grass. He gingerly touched it, and it stung. He wasn't really bleeding, but gosh, did it burn... "Ow..."

Yang reached him and got on her knees next to him. "Are you hurt?"

Jaune held up his arm. He didn't trust himself to speak, he might choke up.

"Ohhh..." Yang winced. She held him by the wrist lightly. "We can get my dad."

Jaune shook his head. "I-I'm fine," he said, voice quivering. "I don't want to get in trouble."

"But your arm..." Yang muttered, then sighed. "I'm sorry, that was a bad idea."

Jaune took a deep breath to try to compose himself. "It's okay. It was kind of fun." He managed a smile. "I was totally going to beat you."

Yang scoffed. "I was gaining on you, you just didn't see!"

Jaune giggled, then yelped in pain again. He tried moving his elbow, and while it didn't feel broken or anything, it still stung, and it was getting worse. "I need a bandage."

Yang looked off in the distance towards her house. "Can you walk?"

Jaune nodded, at least his legs felt fine. With Yang's help, he got up and walked down the hill. "Owww... It stings so bad..."

Yang grimaced, then got an idea. "Here." She grabbed his wrist again.

"What?"

She pulled his arm towards her, leaned down, and kissed his elbow. "There." She nodded. "That should help."

Jaune stared at her, long enough to make her shrug and ask, "What?"

"That was weird."

Yang scoffed and blushed, offended. "It works, trust me!"

"Maybe on babies," Jaune said with a laugh.

"Nuh uh! Come on, doesn't it already feel better?"

"No, not really."

"Well here, lemme try again," she said, taking his wrist again.

"No!" He laughed as she kissed his elbow again. "You're getting your germs on it!"

"I brush my teeth!" Yang claimed, going in for another healing smooch.

Jaune suddenly yanked his arm away from her. "Get away from me, weirdo!" He yelled, laughing as he took off towards the house.

"Nooo, come back!" Yang yelled, running after him. "I need to heal you!"

"Mister Xiao Looong!" Jaune yelled, laughing harder when he heard the threatening sounds of kissy-kissy noises behind him. "She's trying to kiss meeee!"

"It's not what it sounds like!" Yang yelled in response as the two kids reached the house, their bikes still at the foot of the hill, one propped on the other.

#dragonslayerweek #rwby #dragonslayer #yang xiao long #jaune arc

[ducknotinarow]

Kay sooo I guess it's time to talk about this blog going forward. See heres the thing I legit need to have a routine. If I don't or something disrupts it I honestly just do not have a good time. I am awful with change I do not handle it well at all. I know some people find that to be stupid and like fine yeah I get that but it truly is something I gotta deal with a lot. But like you have better luck with getting a wall to think it wasn't wall. Im just done with queue I hate when a function dose not wanna work how I need it to work as well. So I guess im sorta just posting as as I finish kiiiind of. Personally I rather wait till my shifts are over and even on days off i'm actually very busy during the day. SO I'm still sort of sticking to when I was having things queued right now they may go eailer just cause my work shifts atm are super early. This more cause I like it being my unwind time and such ya know? so if a post good to go I'll post them through or finish them up and then post. Which was the case today and I've done it before sometimes throw out more if im up for it. This is the plan going forward at least. And just what works best for me due to work and life in general. Sides i like to not make myself feel overwhelmed and ya know have time todo other stuff I enjoy cause boy i have some many wip drawings needing attention and im just itching to draw right now u-u. Here and there I will have a que when I got plans or something and just hope it works idk if I'll go back to queue? well see. But for now going forward this is how it gonna be. My main issue is...I can get bad tunnel vision at times and get way to focus on on character or whatever very easy and like I know my partners don't mind least I hope you all don't and my previous way may it easier for me move around between muses and series. So this seems like the best and closest way to do that still. TL:DR: Im testing out how imma be doing things please be patience with me u-u

#ooc| backstage with ray

[the-firebird69]

When the love is real we crash out together 👩‍❤️‍👨. Like and subscribe...

They're not Asian and they're not black is Trump and his daughter and they died and people thought they were resting they turn to each other and just slumped over and kind of gave up. My son and daughter say I think I know what happened and what got to the cuz they're watching the game and they're not in it and it's true this is about 20 minutes ago. They'll probably wake up and say why do you wake us up we're in the way it's me and cruel that's the best since you're useful have you going out there and going at stuff this is I don't want to do it anymore it doesn't sound right and he did wake up not yet though and they said the kids that you died or something and that you said you're watching the game and you're not in it and he says it's kind of what it's all about and exhausted I thought it was just fall asleep here it'll be fine and here you are waking us up and dad did the same thing. Here I suddenly near future it's not a pleasent life for a lot of people. And the sun was implying he's fine and his wife who really needs to move and we see but we we have to get it done he says it seems backwards for a little wars on and we don't have her army so I approved it. We see what they're saying. He's tired too but he's not going to ever give up and I've seen it I've never seen anything like it it doesn't mean he's going to succeed but nobody succeeds here and it's ridiculous and gross and I do things to hallmarks and famous people that are gross and ruin the reason to be that and you got really mad so you should just let me sleep is it well if they bring it back if it's no big deal cuz we thank you anyways and we need to rest and they said you can't rest here and say so he got really angry and said I think I understand that you're stupid in a way I'm tired of this I can't stand it anymore nobody lets anybody rest and hear you are saying that we can't rest here to my face why is that I should be at least in the hospital for 3 days and the guy said this we don't have enough room here and people come in for emergencies she says okay so he might try to find a clinic but really they're not very nice to him and these people are not smart and they want stuff and all that but really is trying to kick him out and that's stupid. So later on the days thinking they're just kicking us out and bring us around like him send me to find out who and you found out who it is and yeah it's the max they don't know what they're doing we know that for sure. Innocence our senses before you fly off the handle at them. And our son continues and daughter I want to say that we're powerful at least I cleared and it starts smiling and says why don't you shut up. And he gets it and he says okay we're approaching September. A lot of people are going to get it from seeing this as the clan was tired all the time. And if they kept tormenting them which they did this would probably even someone would do if they could and that's what they did and they knew they would be bothering our son like madness.

It's a plan that's not suicide and few people are in trouble and we are too we have to fix this. We didn't know about it and it didn't switch the computers and we know about those things

Thor Freya

Olympus

I sorta get this why don't you get off me f**** now I think I will and I'm going to burning Man

I see what he's saying it's Little Bohemia and this is our Rhapsody and really it's Rhapsody In Red and I understand something he's showing the world what we're like and the max too and it is not good

But he's going to tackle the problem because we're sitting here doing nothing fighting each other is worse than doing nothing

Trump

[dangan-infinity]

The Name of the Game - Chapter 1 Start

The door opened again to a view of the wasteland, and you weren't so keen to stick around this time. Especially not with someone actually guiding you on ahead. Though Neko-Neko still couldn't open the next door themselves... They still proudly led you inside once you turned the handle, though.

While this newest world wasn't so cold temperature-wise as the last, it still felt cold in its own way. The inside of a bright big top mixed with bleached-out greys, off-kilter arcade games with no one to play them. Empty posters plastering the walls stirred in a draft carrying the faintest smell of grease.

Neko-Neko didn't seem to mind the odd air of the place, though. They strutted proudly before pouncing onto an air hockey table, where you could all more easily see them.

"Attentionnnn, Passengers!"

"Welcome aboard my train! It may look a little small at the moment, but there's nothing but adventure ahead! As promised, we'll happily cough up the details for you now."

They nodded to themselves.

"First, I should probably explain what a few of you have already noticed: your numbers."

"We're not in charge of those, unfortunately. They're just between you and the Infinity Train itself."

"All of the numbers on your palms are a little different. Think of 'em as a sorta, what, level indicator? We don't play video games, don't ask us. They'll change as you change, all along your grand trip here!"

"The bad news is, they can also go down. And if your number hits zero? You're finished. Game over."

"But, but!! The Train getting to decide when you're no longer worthy of living here seems awfully mean to me, so I've put together something better for you all! I can find a way home for each of you."

"All you need to do is play a little game."

Something... felt wrong, but you weren't sure what. Maybe it was just the way the decorations twisted in the air just then. Maybe it wasn't.

"Let's cut straight to the chase now!"

"It's a killing game. If you wanna see home again, you're gonna have to kill another of the Passengers right here to do it."

"I-I wish there was an easier way to get you home, but it's hard to go against the Train, nya..."

"So we're putting the dirty work on your shoulders, since it is your problem—sorry not sorry!"

"But just... um... Killing each other. Right, just that wouldn't be any good as a game, right? So I'm at least adding a few extra rules! I wouldn't just want some kind of terrible slaughter..."

"Yeah, we'd hate for it to be over so soon! Nyaha! So, long story short, you'll need to kill another Passenger in the game—And you're all in the game! I wouldn't leave anyone out!—and get away with it. If the surviving Passengers figure out it was you, then it's game over. You're dead. Way more exciting, right?"

"Some other Denizens will help me out with that part, but...! As your stationmaster, I'll ensure you all make it home!"

"In a box, possibly. But if you do get away with murder, we'll be able to send you back where you wanna be, no problem. Aren't we just the nicest?"

"In fact!"

They pushed open an arcade cabinet door with some difficulty and gestured to the small area inside. Fourteen notepads, it looked like, and presumably the same number of right-handed long gloves.

"I've prepared a special notepad for each of you to use! By 'special,' we mean... absolutely nothing, honestly. Your names aren't even on them."

"But they do have a little guide on the inside cover! And you'll probably want a way to keep track of things, right?"

"Especially when we get to the murder investigation! Or just the murder, if you're that bad at planning in your own head."

"So please, take a notepad and pencil, and a glove if you don’t wanna declare your number to the world, and then you can enjoy your time in this car!"

"It could be very short, after all. Nyahaha!"

[Forum Post] (more plot posts to follow)

[Car Reference Post]

#d8plot #d8c1 #d8pun

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, Vigilantes 73, Replies Part 2

1) “You know, I understand the impact of bringing all those people that knew Pop to bear witness to her destroying their life and hurting so many innocent people all while completely oblivious to why she`s doing this in the first place but… I also have a feeling that this is going to be pretty much the last time we`ll see them for a long time and neither of them will be relevant for the arc. They are only here to add to the shock value, then they go back into the box of puppets that Furuhashi brings out when he needs to”- Someone’s gonna have to make a true law-breaking vigilante out of Koichi in order to save Pop, and I don’t think any of these guys are quite willing to wear the longcoat of vigilantism alongside him…. 2) “Oh yeah, definitely having fun here. Can`t deny that I would enjoy seeing this scene animated, it seems like one of those moments that would really shine in anime form, like the class 1-A show back in the main series, except that evil.”- Her laughter covers up the tears flowing on the inside. Though, at least part of her probably does feel nice to let all these pent-up emotions out in song, motion and explosion all at once. Not so great for the viewers, but that’s the price of stardom. 3) “What the- Didn`t any of you see who made the danger zone in the first place? Goddammit, what good were those hacker bees for if she didn`t even got a crowd to watch her show?!”-  Like the public are willing to ignore the ugly reality about the flaws in hero society back in MA, to the point of ignoring those in obvious trouble like young Tenko, these girls are warping the situation in their heads to fit their perception of who Pop used to be, not quite able to grasp who she’s become yet. It takes Pop giving them a verbal slap in the face for them to start getting it, which in a way, is sorta what Tomura intends to do to everybody once his ascension is completed, only he plans to take it much further… 4) “I mean, she`s not wrong per see, we all agree with that, but that`s not pop speaking, it`s the parasite distorting her thoughts and make her act in ways that she would never act. This is the equivalent of a kid pretending to be edgy and violent so others think they are cool, except that, you know, with brainwashing.”- Apros of nothing, I have to say, between the sleeker costume, darkened skin and more confident personality, the new villain look is really working for Pop. Shame she wasn’t able to look that good without some unwanted assistance from Nomura, but sometimes a manager can get too invasive with the handling of their future Star. 5) “Ah, yes, just like expected. Can`t have the whole “brainwashed into evil” without trying to kill your closest friends at least once, bonus point if it is right when they are trying to call to you, completely unaware that you are the danger. Classic move.”- Of course, if this is her reaction towards her closest friends, then she’s gonna do so much worse to Koichi when he tries again to save her. She brushed him off for now, but that was to make him feel as insignificant and immaterial as she felt by him not really recognising her feelings towards him, though obviously her brainwashing is making her overlook her own culpability in not plainly spelling it out to him. Pop knows Koichi well enough to know he’s going to try again, and that time, she’ll break his body as much as his spirit. 6) “I said…Sure hope no crawling hero comes around to save her from her inevitable doom or something. “-Koichi nearly missed his cue to enter the scene heroically, just like he’s missed nearly every cue to pick up on Pop’s romantic intentions towards him. 7) “Ah, there he is. You know Koichi, you need to pay attention to what I said, you almost missed the cue there. It would be dreadful if Pop actually killed or at the very least severely injured one of the people she cares about so deeply, that was dangerous we almost had lasting consequences there, can`t let that happen, we already have enough with that hole on Pop`s head.”- Shot through the head And You’re to Blame You give Love A Bad name. 8) “Oh, there goes Hopper the Hop man, hopping into the fray in hopes that he can figure out what the fuck is going on.”- But if you leap too high without a proper landing strategy in mind, all that’ll happen to you is a nasty fall. Getting badly burned in the process also didn’t help. 9) “Oh, that seems familiar… Yeah, that certainly take us back to the first time Koichi jumped from a building to reach a falling pop, except that this time she`s not falling per see, she`s actually going up, and she`s not in danger, she is the danger.”- That time too ended with Pop knocking Koichi down to the ground whilst she soared up higher to safety, though this time she used her words to take the wind out his sails and his spirit instead, which was arguably more devastating for Koichi to experience. 10)“Sure sure, it`s all the parasite talking, but even so, he`s using her mind to know exactly what to say, it knows what she feels, and I could see it just bringing up all the pent-up frustration that she felt throughout the years.

This is not something that Pop would say, but it is definitely something she thought about before.”- ‘Bee all my sins remembered…’ 11)”I can`t believe even the fucking queen is a tsundere. Fuck`s sake, I give up- Apparently there`s things that even brainwashing can`t get rid off.”- Tamao’s aggressiveness was partially spurred on by her opponent at the time being her dad, and her prior existing issues with him, so clearly for the parasite to make the host more violence-prone, having a target they’ve got strong emotional connections to makes it easier for them to lash out. 12) “You`re still here? fuck off McBee, there`s a show going on, we don`t want to waste time with your sorry ass.”- He’s aware- Hell, he’s munching down on some popcorn he’s holding with  his free hand here. 13) “Oh- Oof, okay, I take back what I said, Koichi definitely got a permanent scar there, an emotional one. The queen sure packs some sting on her words”- Can’t become a badass crime fighter without picking up an injury or two along the way. Just as Knuckleduster… 14) “Yeah koichi, ouch. The pavement below won`t hurt as much as what pop just said to you, because, due to Knuckles incredible parenting, you are not even aware of the parasite and why she`s acting like this. To you and to everyone else, it`s like she just snapped and started laying waste to the city.

fucking ouch.”- Well, at least now he’s got the change to lay all his cards on the table now and pull Koichi into the loop, given how the Villain factory is so obviously targeting his protégée now with this stunt. 15) “Wait- No Pop, that was supposed to be the Last surprise, what are you doing? Are you going to Take over the stage like that? Absurd, the fame really got to your head, didn`t it? Ugh, those divas of nowadays…”- Her next hit will make them cry rivers. In the Desert. 16) “Bahahah- Sorry, it`s just- it was a dramatic exit alright, but it just really looks like Pop said “That`s all folks, until next time” and then fucking blew up. Just like that. Boom. Completely gone. “- ‘Insert Loony Tunes music here’ 17) “I feel like this exact shot of a creepy alleyway was used at least a dozen of times by now, but I`m too lazy too check, so I`m just going to move on and finish this.”- From the darkness, a hero will emerge…after he’s gotten rid of the trash still covering his clothes. 18) “Ah, managed to land on a heap of trash? Just like your pa taught you, right? That`s the spirit koichi, lay there for a moment and be one with the trash, I bet you`re probably feeling like it right now at least.”-  Well, who better to clean up the trash and make it all presentable again than a Janitor?

19) “That was… surprisingly entertaining to watch. Sure, had that Furuhashi touch that just makes you go “ugh” but still, there was something that was- dare I say- fun, in seeing pop destroying a neighborhood and killing an untold number of innocent people against her will.

I have mixed feelings about those sort of brainwashing acts, they are a bit less interesting than just an actual corruption of a character into evil, but even so, that was kind of interesting”-  I think that’s what makes the current conflict with the heroes and the PLF so engaging, specially the upper brass that comprised the league. Some of them we still don’t know enough about, like Compress, but Spinner, Toga, Twice and even Tomura are all shown to be people who have genuinely good aspects to them and care for their comrades beyond the fact that they need each other to achieve their goals. If things had been different, each one of them could have ended up in Class 1A alongside Izuku and the rest, fighting on the side of good, but Ironically those same ‘good’ aspects help drive them further into ‘evil’. Toga cares for others and wants to be closer to them, but this drives her murderous impulses and desire for bloodletting. When Mange was killed Toga went through an extremely risky situation just to avenge her, but she also had no problems stabbing and wounding heroes who got in her way during the raid.

Spinner is a sociable guy, and does his best to make sure the League ‘sticks’ together and ‘sticks’ to their goals, but he’s also advocating for them to keep pushing their anti-hero agenda despite the consequences on innocent civilians if the PLF actually enacted revolution on a societal scale. However, this also means he’s refusing to quit and stands by his principles to the end despite his personal powerlessness. Tomura is obviously a parallel to Izuku, a kid who could have been a hero, ad those heroic traits shine through when he’s leading the league against the MLA and putting himself at risk to achieve his dreams, even basically admitting that he’s ok with dying in the end so long as they can have a free future, demonstrating a similar self-sacrificing streak to Izuku, but twisted all around to befit a villain’s stance. And Twice…Twice is in the process of throwing away Hawk’s last offer of mercy because he stands by and supports the friends who were there for him when nobody else was, and his ‘mistakes’ were simply being too trusting and kindly towards people who took advantage of that. Everybody’s the hero of their own story, but for Pop, it’s no longer her story anymore. It’s Nomura’s as she’s just a puppet dancing on the stage he’s set up from the background. @thelreads

#bnha #bnha vigilantes #thelreads #chapter replies #my hero academia #vigilantes 73

[sasukeuchiha-eternalmangekyou]

//So I re-read Naruto and Sasuke’s entire final fight to answer this question bc I hardly recalled all the details :D And oh how I got slammed with feels ;A; But nonetheless, I can now answer it~ The manga is the actual depiction of canon material Masashi wrote since the anime added in scenes and extended the fight. Which is why I’m delving into my take on this from the manga.

Sasuke does know how painful being alone can be, it’s what drove him to seek revenge, and leave the village. It’s not that he particularity wanted to live that way, but in order for him to enact his form of what a Hokage meant via his revolution, he thought he needed that last tie of friendship with Naruto to be cut permanently. Killing Naruto would not only complete that objective, but it’d also allow him to get rid of the last remaining jinchuriki that could oppose him. He wanted to destroy all the tailed beasts as well as the 5 Kage because they were of the past, caused former conflicts, and thinking if he erased them from existence, he could shoulder the newly formed hatred on his own.

And as many would counter, that if Naruto was dead then the Infinite Tsukuyomi couldn’t be broken. However, Sasuke can extract the Ten Tails chakra from Naruto even if he was killed due to the Rinnegan and use it himself to break the genjutsu. So it’s possible to be released without Naruto alive.

Sasuke’s logic is knowing hatred will continue to exist despite the current unification of the shinobi villages, but as he stated, eventually that’d come to an end as all peace did over matters of either grave importance or triviality.

In becoming the only one capable of taking on hatred, he’d be able to dis-spell it as well as decide who would take the blame and face the consequences. And as Naruto stated he couldn’t do this forever because he’d die one day himself. Sasuke’s simple response was immortality due to his new powers, he’d find a way to continue living forever to take on this task. He wants to dictate solutions by making himself the true evil hatred can be focused upon. But in order to succeed in this plan, he knew leaving connections to those such as Naruto left on their own, they’d try to stop him down the line as they have continuously done ever since he left the village.

Sasuke’s sense of self would be like that of how his brother had lived his life. In the shadows, orchestrating a form of peace that can actually be achieved. Because all people like Obito, Madara, and Kaguya would no longer be an issue if he managed to take the brunt of further resentment/anger people had, he’d be able to set forth a reality where people could be happy and unified.

It’s not ideal nor is it completely plausible, however, his moral is in the right place. This is the effect of Sasuke’s mindset after growing up alone and combating the isolation he faced, and heartache of truth revealed to him before Itachi died.

Itachi’s death and final words had an immense impact on Sasuke’s plan. He found solutions and answers to his former questions regarding what a village is, a shinobi, etc. But he felt hollow after losing his brother all over again. And in the process of joining Team 7 to defeat Madara and Kaguya, he devised the proper way to make those definitions have impact and meaning if he could rid the world of all those archaic methods used in the past that only managed to intoxicate people into perusing hatred and starting wars.

And yes, I found the panel you were referring to below. But I think that was the problem. Sasuke could see himself living in that loneliness because he has done it and survived. His mentality hasn’t always been about his tragic backstory as he admitted no matter how far he fell into darkness, he couldn’t fully erase the memories of the past, his family, Team Seven, or Team Taka. But due to his experiences Sasuke understood that he could manage it and save others from the same fate. 

Unfortunately it meant killing Naruto. No matter what transpired, he’d always be his closest friend because they had a comprehension of an identical pain, being able to feel each other’s since the beginning. They wanted friendship but couldn’t approach one another. Naruto because he was jealous of Sasuke’s skill. And Sasuke because he saw accepting friendship as a weakness that’d get in the way of his revenge.

Overall, Sasuke knew the price of his choices as he’s always known when making former decisions. He accepted the outcome and variables as something he could completely handle regardless of how hollow he’d be left in the aftermath. In the end, it wasn’t about him anymore. He wanted to do what Itachi couldn’t accomplish before he died, but in his way, acknowledging that he and his brother had different mindsets. Killing Naruto has been a reoccurring goal for Sasuke but for many different reasons throughout the series.

He wanted to see a better world, but as we all know, that tragic backstory tainted his foresight. Believing destruction and death would cleanse the future and allow peace to ensue in the ashes would only result in an imbalance. He didn’t take into account that it takes trusting one’s self to add to the unified process of making the world a better place. It wouldn’t change with one person controlling the populace because he couldn’t manipulate how others would react. He could use force, become the dictator of dealing with hatred, but he’d never be able to remove the impact the past had created because that’s how people grow.

#Sasuke Uchiha #Sasuke #Naruto Uzumaki #Naruto #lovely anon #omg explaining Sasuke can be so exhausting haha XD #I mean look how long that got #to answer one thing you sometimes need to delve into multiple topics #but thank you so much for sending this <3 #I really enjoy analyzing characters! #and I just have to reinforce that this is opinion based #I could be totally wrong but this is how I broke it down #also sorry for taking forever to answer this ask #I just knew it'd take a lot of time so I put it off until I could sit here and write it in full #anyway yes Sasuke <3 #good plan sorta but yeah not the right way to handle it #I also don't really consider the video games bc they can change scenes and whatnot

[proserpina-magnus]

yayy you take requests 🥺 I really love your writing it’s one of the best I’ve come across on the internet I swear

was wondering if I can request a poly!marauder where reader is really snappy/irritated before her period and the boys don’t realize why she acts like that cause she’s usually really kind and loving. she may sometimes not even realize she’s being mean/scary?

she could then out of sudden break down crying over something very stupid - maybe because something or someone really annoyed her

and the boys are literally clueless

Hii! I’m so sorry this took so long 😭😭 this has been in my request for awhile but luckily I finished it today! I hope you don’t mind the delay, anyways I hope you enjoy it! Mwah.

P.S: I also included Peter! I hope you don’t mind (since you didn’t specify).

P.S.S: this is also really bad :)

Irritation (poly Marauders)

Reader: female (she/her)

Warning: irritation (described and displayed), swearing, fighting (mention of blood like once), intrusive thoughts, anxiety (displayed in characters, such as biting nails, words, etc), “baby, love, dove,”, mention of sex (not described though), talk of losing appetite and eating, hurt/comfort, comment to add more.

Word count: 3.6k

You woke up irritated, body aching slightly and adjusting to your upcoming period. You pick at your food, tapping your foot angrily as you listen to every chat. A good 1000 students talking was enough to give you a headache... or at least add onto the one you already had. The littlest sounds, like a fork scraping against the plate, sent you into a fit of rage and you snapped at Remus.

"We get it, the book’s good," you say, staring deep into your plate. Remus let his mouth hang open, mid sentence before closing it. The boys gave you a look, James trying to quickly figure out what the problem was. “…uh, something bothering you? No need to snap at Remus,”

“No need to snap at Remus,” you mocked, James eyebrows scrunched as he made a confused expression. Peter, who sat beside you, had his eyes slanted as he tried to figure out what your issue had been. “James wasn’t trying to-“ Peter had started, But you quickly cut him off.

“Peter, why don’t you just mind your business?” You question, you never had been mean to Peter, not as much as you joked around with the others. This banter confused Peter, and he looked away and bit the inside of his cheek.

“Hey now, don’t get bitchy,” Sirius tuned in, James had sucked in a breath as Sirius uttered the phrase. The boys stayed quiet, even Sirius knew he had said something wrong. You dropped your fork to the plate, it clanked loudly. You stood up, grabbed your bag roughly as the chair scraped against the floor from your quick movement.

“_____, love,” Peter began, trying to clear the miscommunication up with what Sirius had said. You waved him off, eyes glaring around at each of them. Remus had begun to shift awkwardly, not liking the tension, while Sirius had tried to stutter out that he didn’t mean it. James was a bit flushed, hating the anger that was now appearing. Peter had lost his appetite.

You pondered what to say, mouth slightly opened to spew out some insult but you felt ridiculous and teared up slightly. The boys just looked at you, not knowing what to say and somehow that made the situation worse.

“Why don’t you just fuck off,” you rushed out, not really knowing who that was directed towards. Before any of them could get a word in, you had walked quickly out of the dining hall.

“Why’d you say that?” Peter was the first to ask, Sirius feeling attacked over his words. “Well she was being bitchy, Peter you need to stop being such a coward and stick up for us once in awhile,”

“Pads,” James called, Peter rolling his eyes. Sirius snapped his head around, looking at each of them. “Well I’m right! She was making Moony feel bad,”

“She wasn’t making me feel bad,” Remus sighed, and Sirius shook his head and began to get a bit angry. “Yes she was, she had no right to start acting the way,”

“I don’t think we need to focus on what she said, we need to know why she acted that way,” James said, rubbing a hand over his chest. “Did she fail a test or something? Did she mention anything that was bothering her?” He pondered to them.

Everyone shook their heads, they all were confused on why you had acted that way. They had completely forgotten about your period. You never acted so vile on your period, you usually just acted the same. Yet they forgot to realise that not every period was going to be the same and emotions were heightened.

“Maybe Snape said something,” Peter thought, and Remus nodded his head. “True, I did hear that they got partnered for a project in herbology,” Remus said, and all of the boys sorta grumbled at the thought of you working with Snape.

“Yeah if I was partnered with him I’d be bitchy,” Sirius said, nodding his head like he understood now. James hit Sirius on the back hard, and Sirius shot him a look. “Stop referring to her as a bitch,” James said, upset. He never liked the degrading words used against you, there were much better words to phrase your reaction.

“Alright alright,” Sirius said in surrender, feeling guilty now for upsetting you further. Remus stayed quiet, he wasn’t upset about you snapping at him, he was upset at the fact that you felt the need to snap at him.

Peter felt wiry, he didn’t like when you were upset. He always felt like he was to blame, especially since you were always so loving. He decided to go check on you, not liking the tears he had seen in your eyes.

“Where are you going?” Remus asked, he knew exactly what Peter was intending to do but he just wanted confirmation. Sirius and James were deep in conversation, planning on pranking Snape to make you feel better (they had confirmed the issue was Snape, before even asking you what was truly wrong).

“I’m gonna go check on her,” Peter said, cleaning his plate as much as he could as he stacked the dirty dishes together. “I’ll come with,” Remus said, sitting up and Peter took Remus's plate and stacked it with his. “We’re going to go check on her,”

Sirius piped up, standing up before Remus sat him back down with a hand to his shoulder. “Not you, not yet,” Remus told him, and Sirius pouted.

Remus and Peter walked out of the dining hall, and Sirius and James conversed about the prank.

“I don’t think it’s Snape,” Peter said, and Remus nodded. “No, me neither,”

“I just can't figure out what it could be,'' Peter sighed, looking down halls and out windows to see if he could spot you. Remus nodded, sighing as well.

They stayed quiet for a bit, Peter more hyper fixed on finding you (Remus felt the same, but was much better at hiding his worry). Peter stopped, looking over at Remus. “You know she didn’t mean it,” Peter told him and Remus nodded.

“I know, I’m not mad at her,” Remus spoke, and Peter nodded like Remus had. “And you know she didn’t mean to snap at you, it’s not your fault she’s irritated,” Remus said, knowing Peter's thoughts.

Peter nodded, though half doubted it as they continued on their look for you.

—

Peter and Remus hadn’t found you, they had arrived late to transfiguration, Professor McGonagall gave them an eye and told them to sit.

“Where is she?” Sirius asked, James listening in as he leaned closer to where Remus and Peter sat in front of them. Next to James, was an empty seat. Sirius sat opposite of the empty seat.

“Couldn’t find her,” Remus said, James grew worried.

“We will look at the map later,” he said, reassuring the group but it was more for reassuring himself. They all nodded, trying to focus on class, yet they kept wondering about the thought of you.

“No I’m worried,” Sirius said after a while, Remus looked behind them as Peter bit at his nails. “Pads it’s alright; she’s fine,” James stated, but Sirius doubted him.

“You don’t know that, what if what I said made her upset!” He whispered, and Remus turned back around and let James handle Sirius.

“She’s not like that, she was clearly irritated before you talked with her, she’s probably just having a bad day,” James tried to make up any safe possible scenario, he didn’t want to think about dreadful things.

“But-“ Sirius said, and Peter whipped around. “Just shut up Sirius, alright? We will find her after class,” he grew irritated and Sirius grumbled and stayed quiet.

—

They had found you quickly with the help of their invention, but you had put up a wall and just shrugged them off.

“Baby, listen if it’s about what I said this morning,” Sirius began, but you continued to look down at your open book. The library was quiet before, and students listened in to hear the drama of the group.

“Can you just go away? I can't read when you’re talking to me,” you said, mouth in a frown. Remus was the first to realize you really did just want space and he decided it was best to let you get over your irritation, but convincing the rest of the boys was the hardest part.

“She just wants to read guys, come on,” Remus said, grabbing Sirius arm to pull him away from hovering over you (which Peter had noticed was pissing you off). James stayed in place, so did Peter.

“She can’t skip class Remus,” James said seriously, looking down at you as you continued to stare at your book, not sparing a glance at them.

“_____,” James warned, reaching out to hold your shoulder gently and you twitched and removed his hand from your shoulder. “You can't skip class love,”

“Fuck off, you never give Peter or Sirius any shit for skipping,” you scoffed, and James began to get a bit irritated with your rude behaviour.

“Yes I do-“ James was quick to defend himself, and you rolled your eyes.

“Can you seriously fuck off? Like what do you not get about me wanting to be alone? That doesn’t mean I want you around,” you snapped at him, turning around and glaring. “All of you need to fuck off,”

They stayed quiet, looking at you again such as how they did this morning. James stepped back, “alright,” he said, walking out of the library as Sirius followed behind with a grumble.

“We will see you at lunch?” Remus asked and you just ignored him. He decided to follow behind Sirius and James.

Peter stayed, weight going between each foot as he swayed back and forth. You looked over at him, an eyebrow raised as you waited for him to leave, he didn’t.

“I want you to leave,” you said, staring at him like he was incompetent. Peter shrunk slightly against your harsh gaze. “I know what you want,” Peter said, “but don’t you care what I want? What we want?”

“I don’t owe you sex,” you scoffed, misinterpreting what he meant. Peter shook his head, “No, you don’t. that’s not what I meant,”

“What could you possibly mean then?” You asked, huffing. Peter sat down beside you and you slid your chair away. Didn't you get that they were worried?

“What’s wrong,” he asked, “how can I make it better?” He felt completely hopeless. You just shrugged, the wall you had blocked them with slowly falling a bit. But then you remembered that they didn’t even know why you were upset, how could they even forget you had a period? The fury built back up again, all they cared about was themselves. It was always Remus's monthly, never yours.

“You can make it better by fucking going away,” you swore, and Peter did just that.

—

Two days went by, without much effort to talk to the boys. They all tried their hardest to catch your attention and make you feel better, yet their proposals were quickly dismissed.

James had got you many gifts, him and Sirius even snuck into Hogsmeade to get you sweets from honey dukes. You took the sweets, but dismissed them entirely.

Remus tried to talk to you about the books you had been reading, but you told him you weren’t interested in talking with him and left.

Sirius got frustrated pretty easily with not being able to hold hands with you and locked you in the broom closet with him. James had found him an hour later, knocked out.

Peter followed you around, you found many flowers left in your dorm. You had received about 10 letters from him, each every morning, before your first class, during lunch, at dinner, and before you went to bed. You had read them, cuddling with your blankets.

On the third day, you wanted attention and affection. Cramps had made you emotional, you just wanted some attention from your boys. But when you had sat by them at the table, hand going to hold Sirius’s, he had pulled it away from you. You frowned, trying again but he pulled it away. You knew something was wrong, even this morning you haven't received a good morning letter from Peter.

“So what, you think you can just come hang out with us and think nothings wrong?” James asked you, they had all grown irritated with your behaviour. You yourself hadn’t really noticed the way you had been treating them.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused, looking between each of them as they laughed. You felt hurt, knowing they were making fun of you. You tried to hold Peter's hand but he was too quick and pulled it away before you could even touch him.

“You wanted to be left alone,” he reminded you. Remus nodded his head, “you even ignored all of our gifts,” James said, and Sirius laughed and made a joke.

“I didn’t want gifts,” you told them, “when have I ever asked for gifts?” You continued, and they became quiet. Had you been rude to them?

You began to think over the last few days, some things you had done were questionable but it was justified. Couldn’t they see you were emotional?

Did they even care? Of course with these thoughts, your brain forgot to realize all the attempts they made, all the worrying they felt, all the times they talked in private and grew concerned for your well-being.

“You kept snapping at us, you can’t just be rude to us for no reason and then expect us to be okay with it, you don’t get cuddles _____,” James told you firmly, but you tilted your head, you began to get angry again.

“So when I don’t ask for something you give it to me, but when I want to hold your fucking hand that's not allowed? Do you even care what I want?” You asked, you realised how unreasonable some of what you were saying was. You had remembered what Peter had said in the library and you grew quiet.

“Nevermind,” you snapped quickly just as they were about to argue with you. You got up, saddened that you couldn’t get the affection you wanted. You left, heading to herbology.

—

The first class, along with the banter from this morning, ruined your whole day. You had to work with Snape, already in a bad mood.

He had been pretty quiet, so had you, only talking to each other about the project and what was necessary. It was all going fine until the end of the class, when he had said something that made you feel terrible.

“You and the Marauders hadn’t been hanging out recently, I guess they came to their senses that you weren’t really worth it,” he began, who knew why he had said it, but it was enough to trigger some deeper emotional rage. You screamed at him in the hallway, completely losing it at him. At some point, both your wands had been drawn and just before something bloody happened, the professor had stopped it. You had been given detention and since you had been the one that had started the duel, Snape got off scot free.

The Marauders had heard about what happened and what made it worse is that they didn’t try to find you. You passed by James and Sirius in the hall, hoping to talk to them and get all of the anger out about what Snape had said. But they just said a simple “we don’t really want to talk to you right now,”

You watched them walk down the hall, they hadn’t wanted to know if you were okay? They were always curious about any drama revolving around Snape.

You had cried in the bathroom, moaning myrtle was the only one who cared enough to ask you what was wrong. You felt pathetic relying your emotions on a ghost that lives in the bathroom, but it was somehow comforting listening to her weep along with you.

Maybe Snape was right, maybe they did come to their senses.

—

After detention, you passed by the Gryffindor portrait. You had debated for several minutes if you wanted to go see them and finally the fat lady decided to just let you in and told you a “Stop weeping outside my door, I have a date soon and you’re going to ruin it, go in go in,”

You had climbed up the steps, you were going to leave once you reached their door, but it was already open with James waiting for you.

“We saw you on the map,” he said once he noticed you were confused. “Oh,” you said, you looked completely drained and James showed a soft remorse that made you crumple.

“Shh it’s okay,” he comforted, bringing you close as you shakily sighed into his chest. Your arms came to wrap around him, lips trembling as you started to cry. “Let’s get out of the hallway,” James told you, leading you into their dorm as he closed the door for privacy. Your face still buried in his chest, weeping uncontrollably as Sirius sat up from his lying position at the sound.

Peter and Remus piped up as well, as Sirius walked over and took you in his arms. He glared at James, thinking he did something.

“What’s wrong baby?” Sirius whispered gently, guiding you over to the bed as he sat you down on James bed. “It hurts,” you say, not giving much context as they all look at you confused, high in alert and they felt guilty for ignoring you in this state.

“What hurts?” Remus asked, Peter and him had come to stand close as James sat down on the other side of you. James pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, “she doesn’t feel warm,” he told them.

“Love what hurts?” Peter repeated, you sniffled and tried to calm down enough to tell them what was wrong. “My period,” you choked, you thought they had realised by now. The boys became aware quickly that that’s what had been making you upset the past few days.

“You’re periods don’t usually make you this emotional,” James questioned and you scoffed but they decided to let it slide.

“They aren’t always the same,” you told them, wiping your eyes as your uterus twisted again. You let out another sob, you didn’t want to go through this alone.

“I’m sorry dove, we should’ve realised sooner,” Remus said, crouching down as he took you in his arms. You curled yourself into him, he picked you up and switched so he was the one sitting down.

“Snape said something,” you sniffled, face resting in Remus's neck as your nose brushed up against his neck. They all became a bit angry, not liking the sound of that.

“What did he say?” James asked, rubbing your back. You took a moment to try and phrase it, it felt embarrassing to admit that his words had worried you. “He said… that the reason you guys were ignoring me was because you came to your senses,”

“Senses to what?” Peter asked, they all had been confused. “That you didn’t like me anymore,” you whimpered the words, tears welling up again. Their hearts stopped for a second, squeezing so tight they all thought they would pass out. James was angry with himself and Snape. James and Sirius felt horrible for ignoring you right after what Snape had said, they didn’t want to prove his statement.

“That fucking bastard,” Sirius fumed, standing up but peter pushed him back down. “She needs us, going off and throwing a few punches won’t do any good,” he whispered and Sirius looked over at James, but James only agreed with Peter. “Not right now,” he mouthed before they pulled their attention back to you.

“We’re so sorry,” Remus coo’s, rocking you gently as you cry into his neck. They all feel pity and a sense of guilt. “So sorry,” you tell them, feeling horrible for snapping.

“You don’t have to apologise,” James assures, rubbing your hair as he pulls it away from your soaked face. “we didn’t know, that’s on us,”

“I didn’t tell you,” you cried, “I was so mean to you, I didn’t mean it. Snape is right,” Sirius fumes at your thoughts.

“Don’t fucking say that bastard is right, he’s a-“ remus shoots Sirius a dangerous look, telling him to shut up before he upsets you more.

“We shouldn’t have just assumed every period is going to be the same, that's on us love,” James said, kissing your temple. “It ain’t right we care for Remus on his monthly and then ignore yours,” James said and Remus shot him to look like he had Sirius.

“It’s okay,” you say, calming down as you rub your face. “It’s not,” Sirius said, kissing your shoulder. Peter cleans up your face, rubbing gently with a warm cloth.

Without saying a word, they had concluded to spoil you. James had filled a heating pad with hot water, Sirius went down to get a potion to soothe your pain, Remus was helping you into a comfy jumper and pyjamas as Peter was getting the junk food.

After everyone got back and situated, you had found yourself between Remus and James, a black dog cuddled between your legs; it’s head over your lap, while a rat was curled under your chin. A heating pad rested on your stomach, junk food around the bed. You sigh happily, resting your head on James' chest while one hand is running through a thick fur coat, your other hand occupied with Remus's. You felt comfortable, all fights dismissed and forgiven, before you fell asleep, James had whispered “you deserve us, we aren’t going anywhere, not even when it gets rough,”.

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Weighing in as a trans nonbinary person here, I think the happens to be trans approuch is a very good instinct on your part cause I always feel really weird when cis people try and write about BEING trans cause even with the best intentions they just don't get it, and it's not really their story to tell. That said I have a few thoughts cause I've got a sorta similar thing that happens with elves in my fantasy novel in progress.

Stick to your established rules, don't make exceptions for your trans characters cause that'll feel like treating them different. It sounds like that's already what you're planning so hell yeah!

As for how fast or slow the magical werewolf transition takes, I'd say it should probably parallel where the character is at in their social transition. Do they already have their name picked, wardrobe established, pronouns in use by the time of their first shift? Or are they still figuring themselves out at eighteen? If they're confident and comfortable in their identity before the first shift I'd say it would probably happen pretty quickly if not instantly because they already KNOW who they are they're magic body just hasn't caught up yet. If they're still questioning, or getting used to themselves then maybe it's a way more gradual process as they figure out who they want to be.

Similarly, have they taken any steps to medically transition before the first shift? Do they know the shift is coming and are hoping that'll take care of any physical changes they want so they've been waiting on that? If they've already had any surgery handle the scars how ever you would any other type of scars. If they've started HRT then that probably goes back to my first point, but think about some other things too, are there any cis werewolves that have hormone deficiencies and need it addressed in their human forms? Do hormonal human birth control methods work on werewolves? If you're going based on subconscious desires it probably doesn't matter for the trans werewolf, but it's good to know for yourself. I could totally see a trans guy werewolf having his first few shifts and speed running his hormonal transition and being happy but also annoyed like, "I had to go to so many doctor appointments and spent a year JABBING MYSELF IN THE THIGH and now I have a full beard in a week!?" Just the pleasantly annoyed feeling of having a problem solved easily that you were already putting a lot of work into.

As for the matebond thing, this one I don't have an immediate answer for. The you're really attractive but somethings missing feels right, but honestly it's hard to say without having it written out because so much of a decent portrayal is in the nuances. Like from that summary you can have a magical wish fulfillment "My soulmate loved me before but had to wait for the real me for it to feel perfect!" as easily as you can have a story that leans into fetishizing trans people, it all depends on the specifics of execution.

I suppose some questions I'd also ask is how much of that is important to the story you want to tell? Because being in a relationship while transitioning is a very trans exclusive experience.

Are you planning on this just being backstory? Maybe it's best left vague so the reader can fill in what feels right to them.

Is the character and relationship development around the magical transition and shifting mate bond a big part of what you want to explore? That might be straying close to telling a story ABOUT being trans, or at the very least a story about what it's like to be in a relationship with someone who's transitioning (which isn't something I have first hand experience with.)

I can only speak for myself but I know I'd want support from my partner no matter what, and reassurance when I ask for it, but probably not a ton of talk about how they still found me attractive pre-transition, or how they KNEW IT all along. The first one can be uncomfortable dysphoria wise, and the second is just condescending.

An important thing to remember is that the person is still the same person at the start of their transition and the end. A lot of trans folks describe transitioning as a second puberty. I find it personally useful to treat it like any of the other changes or finding yourself moments people have over the course of their lives, because that was my internal experience for the most part. Realizing I did't wanna be a girl anymore, felt really similar to realizing I did't wanna go to med school anymore. I had to work to get to both decisions, recontextualize who I was after I made them, and reimagune my future but being nonbinary and an artist (game design specifically) felt so much better and there was a sense of relief and comfort that again, was really shockingly similar to me. Now that's just my experience, but I had a rather quick and simple internal journey compared to a lot of folks.

To get back to your werewolves tho, keep in mind that any kind of sudden physical change would take some getting used to even if it's fully welcome. Clothes won't fit the same, body'll feel weird and different for a time, oh my god my back doesn't hurt any more cause my chest is so much lighter, I can finally stand up straight (in a tran masc example at least).

That's just my one rambling opinion though, hope it's useful!

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Perfectly Exasperating - Chapter 3

Synopsis: While you have been unknowingly kidnapped Zemo is determined to make the time he spends with you the best that he can

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the warmth from the sun shining through the curtains touching your skin waking you up. Yawning and stretching, feeling the soft duvet move on top of you, you sighed in content, closing your eyes again as you embraced the happiness which had been foreign to you for so long. You reach out to seize the end of the duvet and gradually slide out of the bed; you feel the slight chill of the morning breeze brush against your exposed legs. Crossing over to the wardrobe your hand reaches out to flick through the many dresses, shirts, trousers that hung in there, all belonging to shops such as Gucci, Prada, Valentino. There were clothes appropriate for any event, but today you choose comfortably as you pull out a maroon knitted sweater and dark blue jeans. Though appearing to be rather cheap clothes, you knew Zemo would never have spent less than $100 on them.

When Zemo said he would take care of you, he meant it in every aspect. It was a culture shock going from the relatively poor life you lived, surviving off the small amount of money they paid you for being an Avenger to being treated like royalty by Zemo. Not that you were complaining. It was a guilty pleasure of yours enjoying this luxury, a part of you hoping it would never end. If you had told yourself just a few weeks ago, you would have enjoyed living with Zemo you would have laughed in your face but that man had certainly turned on the charm and you couldn’t help but feel the slightest big thankful for him for everything he has done for you.

You finally leave the confines of your room, something you had only been allowed to do a few times until today. You convinced Zemo yesterday that you weren’t concussed from when John had hit you with the shield and that you would be fine getting up and walking around. He was still hesitant but knew he couldn’t keep you confined in your bed forever.

You close your eyes as you inhale the sweet smell of cooking pancakes, making your stomach grumble greedily. Following the scent, you work your way down through the interior design living room into the lavish kitchen where Zemo currently had his back turned to you as he attempted to flip the pancake he had in the frying pan. His purple turtleneck sleeves were pulled up, exposing his forearms as they tensed, trying to get the timing right to flip the pancake. He does so with perfect accuracy, the golden brownness of the pancake soaring up into the air and landing back down in the frying pan, sizzling.

Zemo giggles to himself, celebrating his minor achievement as he waves the frying pan, his body swaying along slightly with it.

“That smells heavenly,”

Zemo whips around at hearing your voice pierce the air. “Ah y/n! Please, take a seat while I make breakfast,”

His eyes follow you as you take a seat down at the table he had prepared for this morning, then focus back on the breakfast at hand. You pour out some orange juice Zemo had left on the table, then your gaze flickers back to him as he finishes cooking. He stacks the pancakes onto two plates and grabs some sugar, maple syrup, and lemons out of the shelves, giving you a choice of toppings.

You scoff as he turns around, seeing on the apron he had tied around himself the words ‘kiss the chef’ on it.

“Really?” you ask, raising the glass to your lips as you watch him glance down to his apron and then back up to you offended.

“You don’t like?”

“It’s embarrassing to look at!” you exclaim as he places the plates down on the table and sits down opposite you.

Zemo’s eyebrows twitch as he scoffs back at you, “I think it suits me, plus a kiss is expected after I worked so hard on breakfast” he says, tapping his cheek with his finger.

You raise an eyebrow, letting a breath out as you laugh, “Yeah, in your dreams,”

You two settle into a comfortable silence as you readily eat the breakfast he made. The pancakes were soft but delicious, sickeningly sweet but you have always had a sweet tooth and so it seems, does Zemo.

“I thought you would have one of your staff make breakfast, you never struck me as the person to do something yourself when you can make others do it,” you say breaking the silence as you finish the last of your pancakes.

Zemo glances up to you, tilting his head, “Why do you think that? Because I grew up rich?”

You nod, not attempting to make yourself sound nicer, “Yes. It’s common knowledge the rich are always spoilt”

His lips twitch up into a smile at your bluntness. He sighs, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs as he addresses you.

“You’re right. Even though Sokovia was a rather small country, I grew up with more riches than most people could dream of. But at least I acknowledge my privilege. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”

“Depending on what you use your privilege for. Blowing up the UN isn’t exactly putting it to good use now stop avoiding my original question,”

Zemo bites the inside of his mouth as you see through his attempts at trying to dodge the question. His admiration for you however outweighed any annoyance he might have felt at being called out for it. Leaning forward again to rest his arms on the table he says,

“It’s only me, you and my Butler who occasionally comes in. After I was arrested, there was no work for my staff so they all left and I can’t exactly hire anyone else,”

You nod, satisfied, then dab the napkin that Zemo has set out beside you, on your lips to get rid of any leftover sugar. You place your hands on the table and push yourself up from it.

“Well, thank you for breakfast, and thank you for looking after me this last week… that was nice of you, but I better be going. Do you know where my phone is?”

Zemo’s eyes furrow and he immediately stands up as you walk away from the table. He rushes past you, stepping in front of you to stop you from walking.

“You can’t leave y/n,”

Your head jilts back in confusion, “Why not?”

“We ruined Karli’s plans, so she is trying to find us. That’s why Sam and James are out hiding and why we must remain here,”

“I can handle Karli,” you tell Zemo, trying to step past him, but his hand reaches out and grasps your arm firmly.

“Not a super-soldier y/n. It’s too dangerous, especially after your recovery. James and Sam will reach out to me once it is clear to leave, but for now, we stay.”

You huff in frustration, shaking Zemo’s hand off your arm as you cross them. “Well, at least get me a phone so I can keep in contact with them too,”

“I’m afraid I can’t get you a phone currently, but you are welcomed to use mine. Alas, James and Sam have my number but I don’t have theirs’s so unless you remember their numbers we have to wait till they message first to reach out to them,”

You let out a melodramatic sigh, rolling your head looking to the side of the room then back to Zemo.

“So what the hell am I to do to keep occupied?”

Zemo tilts his head, his eyes flicker to the side in thought as he opens his mouth wordlessly and his eyes move back to yours, his eyebrows raising as he frowns thinking over the idea that has just entered his head.

-

With his fingers, Zemo, gazing at you eagerly, beckoned you down the corridor, towards a giant door that was at the end.

“I’m not a dog Zemo” you complain as you follow him

“Have you ever heard of dramatic effect?”

Zemo had taken off his apron and replaced it with that coat he loved to wear so much. You firmly believed it gave him a power complex. He strutted to the end of the hallway and placed his hands on the door. His face turns to you smirking, enjoying this dramatic pause as you roll your eyes at him. He pushes the door open and stands to the side, sweeping his arm across the space to let you in.

You walk past him and your eyes widen in amazement as you walk into the most magnificent library you had ever seen. The room itself stretched out almost further than you could see, seeming to go on and on. The shelves looked like they reached up to the sky, each one stacked with thousands of beautiful hardback books. The design of it looked like you had just stepped into heaven, with white and gold being the main colour scheme. On the ceiling was a painted sky with the gods on, looking down at you. On the pillars separating the shelves were little cherubs, their bows positioned to pierce your heart. Everything about this library was beautiful. It felt like a library that should belong to a museum not kept in this private mansion.

“You see why the dramatic effect was necessary?” Zemo says stepping up beside you, looking out at the shelves before you.

“Zemo this is… this is beautiful,”

His eyes flicker to you then back to the library, a smile appearing on his lips, “Yes, I suppose it is. When I was younger, I had always taken things like this for granted, but after my time in prison I believe it’s made me more humble,”

You walk over to the nearest bookshelf, letting your fingers brush over the colourful hardbacks. You pull one book out, stroking the golden platted side. “You must have every practically every book in existence here”

“I have more books than I could ever get round to reading. You can find anything you want to read here,”

After ten minutes you had gathered a rather sizable book pile you were determined to read, full of fictional and non-fictional books, some of your favorites and some you had never read before.

Zemo chuckled as you tried to hold all of them in your grasp. As you picked one up, the book on the very top of your pile slipped and fell to the floor. Panic surged in you, worried you would damage something so expensive, but Zemo’s hand appears and catches it before it could hit the ground.

Straightening up, he gave you an amused smile, “Maybe you should let me help carry them”

Accepting his help, he takes half the book pile off you and guides you over to a place deep in the library where you two could read. There were two light green armchairs facing each other, with a fireplace just behind them. To the side of the chairs were small tables which contained bookmarks, a goblet, and an ashtray, and to the side of one chair was a globe which could be opened, and inside it held a decanter full of whiskey.

Zemo places the books in his arms on the table then walks over to one shelf, browsing till he finally finds the book he was looking for. He returns to find you getting comfortable in your chair, opening the first book.

“Whisky?” he asks, opening up the globe beside him.

A few days ago you would have said ‘no, no way,’ but today you smile and nod your head, reaching out with the glass beside you to gracefully accept the drink.

-

The next couple of days were spent similarly with you and Zemo spending much of your time reading in the library together. Occasionally you two would even read to each other as he had first done with you when you had woken up here. Though you would never admit it to him, his smokey voice made you very comfortable. If he tried, he could lull you to sleep with that accent of his.

You couldn’t help but try to separate the Zemo you know now as the one you used to hate. Yes, he had torn apart your family, but he had all the reason for what happened to Sokovia, what happened to his family. Plus, this Zemo seemed to try hard to make it up to you. Almost too hard. He was trying everything to keep you entertained while you were stuck here, make your life as comfortable as he could. It was nice.

You strolled into the kitchen hearing the quiet buzz of the radio playing the latest top hits and the sound of someone humming along to the music. In there you find Zemo by the counter, fixated on the bowl he held in his arm and the spoon in his hand as he delicately tries to put the mixture into the cupcake trays before him. You had offered to make food, feeling like he always did too much for you but every day he insisted he would, even on days where it Butler would come around.

“Need help?” you ask, walking over to stand beside him.

He glances at you, then back to the tray he has laid out before him. “I’ve got a handle on this,” he replies just as he spills some mixtures onto the counter, making him swear under his breath.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you say, looking down at the spilled mixture. You turn to face him, letting out a chuff as you place a hand on his arm, “Zemo stop being so prideful and let me help”

As soon as your hand comes in contact with his arm, he freezes. He glances down at the ground, swallowing then his eyes flicker to yours and he smiles gently, his usual arrogance disappearing. “Okay,”

You grab a spoon from the draw and help Zemo scrap off what he puts into his spoon into the cake tray with accuracy. You two stand together, your shoulders brushing up against each other till you finish and put it into the oven.

“We have 30 minutes until we need to get them out. Why don’t you read for a bit while I clean up,”

“I can help clean up,” You tell him already going over to the sink to turn the water on, “You’re not my servant Zemo,”

“Helmut” he suddenly says

You turn back to look at him, confused at the seriousness of his face, “Please y/n, call me Helmut,”

Your mouth moves wordlessly for a moment, then you say, “Helmut,” trying the name out on your tongue. You were so used to calling him Zemo, you had forgotten that that wasn’t his first name.

“Thank you” he whispers, glancing away from you bashfully.

He takes a towel off the side of the rail and dries up everything you washed as you two settled into a peculiar silence.

Attempting to liven the atmosphere again, you put a cup just at the right angle of the running tap that the water splashed into Zemo’s coat. He steps back shocked, glancing down at his coat then back to you. He lets out a laugh, his mouth open in surprise that you would do that. “Oh, if that is how it is”

Zemo quickly grabs a mug, running it under the following water. Realizing what he was going to do you let out a squeal and rush for the door but you don’t get far enough till you feel the water hit your back, soaking your t-shirt.

“Helmut!” you gasp as he chuckles at you. You run forward to grab the nearest thing in front of you to chuck it at him, a piece of bread in this case but he ducks as it flies over him. He fills the cup up again and runs towards you but you get to the table and hide on the other side till you were both poised opposite each other waiting for one of you to make the first move.

“This isn’t fair!” you whine, feeling the coldness of your t-shirt cling to your back. “Who said anything about fairness!” Zemo shouted back, grinning at you.

Eventually, you two called a truce when the oven chimes letting you two know the cupcakes were finished baking. After that day, Zemo always asked if you wanted to help him make meals.

-

“Is the popcorn ready?” you shout as you jump up from the floor where you were placing the DVD into the DVD player.

“Almost done” Zemo calls out.

While waiting, you settle yourself down on the middle of the red sofa, twisting your back to get that perfect spot as you stared up at the giant screen in front of you.

Zemo emerges from the kitchen holding the popcorn and places the bowl onto the table in front of you. He settles down beside you, instantly positioning his arms on the top of the sofa, resting behind your head.

He leans forward to pick up some of the popcorn, tossing it in his mouth as he asks you what you have chosen to watch tonight.

“Beauty and the Beast,” you say excitingly and Zemo coughs, leaning forward as he accidentally inhaled the popcorn in his mouth.

He wipes the tear from his eye as he leans back and you give him a confused look, “Do you not like the film?”

“No-no, it’s not that. W-why do you want to watch the film?”

“It’s my favorite Disney film,”

He nods his head slightly looking down at the popcorn, “I see…” he then glances back to you, looking you in the eyes, “Why is it your favorite Disney film?”

You lean back sighing as you think the movie over, “Well, I’ve loved it since I was a kid. I always wanted to be like Bell and I found the beast so sweet and gentle”

“Even though he imprisoned her?”

“He let her go in the end, and she came back to him”

Zemo opened his mouth wanting to say more, but you sushed him as the movie started, wanting to concentrate only on it.

Zemo turned down the lights to make the experience feel as cinematic as he could of you. Grabbing the bowel he offered you some of the popcorn and you smiled at him in thanks. He tried to enjoy the movie, but his eyes kept wandering back to you, watching your expressions as you watched the movie. His heart skipped a beat every time you laughed at it when that gorgeous smile would grace your face, even in the sad moments where it looked like you were about to cry. He loved seeing how you reacted to everything. There were so many things he had taken for granted, and it felt like he was discovering them all over again with you. It fascinated him to find out the beauty and the beast was your favorite film. It was almost ironic given your current situation, one of which you remained painfully unaware of. He knew he couldn’t keep you in the dark forever. Sam and James were bound to discover where you two were eventually, which is why he wanted to enjoy every moment he had with you to the fullest before it was over.

As the movie went on, Zemo could feel your body moving closer and closer to him. The heat that radiated from your body made him want to wrap his arms around you, but he didn’t know if that would go too far. Roughly by the end of the movie, your head rested against his chest, moving slightly up and down as he breathed. He could tell by your shallow breathing you had entered the realm of dreams.

Looking down at you, he couldn’t help but admire how peaceful you looked. When on the mission with Sam and James you had always appeared tense, prepared to fight your way out of a situation as soon as possible, but at this moment you were relaxed and it made his heart flutter. He could look at you forever like this and never tire of it.

He had found himself in the past comparing you to his wife. He felt conflicted feeling this way about another woman, but how he felt about you differed from how he felt about his wife. It was new, exciting, addicting. Slowly raising his hand, he brushes a piece of hair that had fallen over your face while you slept. Your skin was smooth against his fingers and so soft. His fingers lingered on your skin before finally, he let his arm rest around your body, holding you close as you slept against his chest.

-

Your arms were raised, feeling the walls on either side of you as you tried to figure out if you were going and if you were about to bump into anything while Zemo’s hands were clasped around your eyes tightly.

“Don’t you trust me y/n” he whispers in your year, snickering.

“Do you want a pleasant lie or the harsh truth?” you ask, turning your head slightly but Zemo tuts and moves your head back with his hands

“Not long now, just a few more steps,”

“Till what!” you whine

“Be patient y/n!”

Zemo lifts one hand of your eyes telling you to keep them close and you hear the creak of a door open ahead of you. His hand returns to your face and with slightly pushing his body against yours, he urges you forward into this new room.

“Can I finally look now?”

Zemo removes his hands and steps back from you, “Okay y/n, open your eyes”

Opening them you gasped in shock seeing what was before you. On a stand was a replica of Belle’s dress in Beauty and the Beast. Its honey yellow colour shone out, the top of it tightly clung to the mannequin it was on while the bottom poofed out, it hung with no shoulder straps and came with yellow gloves. Everything about it was perfect.

“Helmut I- I’m, stunned,”

“You like it?” he asks anxiously

You turn to him grinning, “Of course I do!”

You hug him tightly, ecstatic, then rushed over to the dress, brushing your fingers along it. “It’s beautiful” you whisper.

“I think I got the sizes right,” Zemo says coming up beside you, a pink tinge to his cheeks, “There’s only one way to know for you,” he adds on, turning to you giving you a gentle smile

He helps you take the dress off and chuckles as he watches you rush off with it to get changed, then leaves to get changed himself.

The dress fitted perfectly on you. Everything from the bust down to the waist. Even the gloves fitted perfectly. When you entered the bathroom, you found Zemo had even found some make-up in case you wanted to use any. He thought of everything.

Finally looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You truly felt like a Disney princess. Slowly you walked back down the stairs and enter the room Zemo had to lead you in, to begin with. As you walked in, let out a merry laugh as you saw Zemo, dressed up in a blue jacket, embroidered with yellow roses on the sleeves, just like the beast. He was standing by a record player, putting a disk in as you walked in. He turns to look at you, his mouth opening in wonder.

“Y/n… you look glorious,”

His sincere comment makes your cheeks heat up and you hold your arms out to him, squeezing your hands letting him know you want to hold his hands.

He turns the record on and your favorite song from Beauty and the Beast floats out, making your cells light up with excitement.

“Helmut” you start to say as he walks over to you, holding his hand out, “Why are you doing this?”

He gently takes your gloved hand, bending over to kiss it. “I know it isn’t easy being stuck in here all the time and you said you loved ‘Beauty and the Beast’ so I thought it would make a pleasant treat,”

His arms hesitantly touch your waist as he looks into your eyes as if asking it was okay. You nod and step closer to him, taking his hand in yours holding it up. Getting into the waltz position you two start to move along the dance floor, swaying to the music.

You two slide along the ballroom floor, picking up speed. As you look up to him, he breathes out smiling back down at you happily. His hand on his waist spins your around as your dress flutters out. You squeal in delight as you grasp back onto his hand as you felt dizzy.

You two turn around the floor looking each other deep in the eyes. You could feel his breath on your face as you two were barely inches apart from each other. Zemo pulls you in even closer as your arm goes around his neck, your body pulled into his. He dips you as you cling to him tightly for dear life as the music fades.

He holds you into that position, panting as he looks at you, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. You could feel that pull towards him, your eyes starting to flutter shut. He leans towards you but suddenly you feel your fingers slip and you almost let go of him. His other hand quickly wraps around making sure you don’t fall to the floor.

He helps you back on your feet and you two steps apart. You look away feeling your cheeks burn up again.

“Helmut, thank you. Thank you so much” you tell him earnestly

He looks deep into your eyes, smiling in bliss, “Anything for you y/n”

-

“Y/n, are you awake?”

You groan as you hear Zemo whisper beside you, waking you from your sleep.

“Ugh, Helmut what time is it,” you moan turning over with your eyes are closed.

“It’s 8, time to wake up”

“Nooooo” you whine screwing up your eyelids.

You hear him chuckle and then you feel something push against your lips. You open your eyes confused to see Zemo beside you, holding a strawberry to your lips.

You smile and take a bite out of it, moaning in delight as you taste its sweetness as you sit up. He sits up beside you and holds out some melted chocolate for you to dip the strawberry in.

“Helmut, you spoil me”

“Not enough,” he whispers back as he puts the chocolate-covered strawberry to your lips letting you take another bite.

“I’m not even surprised anymore to see you in my bed when I wake up,” you tell him

“Technically this is my bed”

“You know what I mean!”

He chuckles as he pushes his head back into the headboard, “I thought it would be a nice way for you to wake up,”

“Consider me impressed,” you tell him, looking over at him smiling. He glances back to you, his lips twitching up. You lean into his side, not caring at the moment you were in a simple nightdress. You close your eyes inhaling his cologne and picking up a strawberry to feed to him.

“I could get used to this,” you whisper to him

-

You scan the piano music book before looking back down to the notes before you. It had been a while since you had last played so you thought you might as well pick it up while you were stuck in Zemo’s mansion.

You press the notes but every time you tried to play one of the chords you always missed one. You were trying to play your favorite song 'Comptine d'un autre été' but to no avail.

“You need to flow with the music and not worry about hitting the right notes”

You turn around and smile as you see Zemo approach you from behind. “Isn’t the whole point of music to play the right notes?” you say sarcastically

Zemo lets out a huff chuckling, “Well yes but you’ll hit the notes when you stop trying so hard. Now try again”

You turn back around and attempt the music again but hit the wrong notes making you slam the piano in annoyance.

“Don’t damage the piano”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, “I should give up,”

“No don’t do that” Zemo says, brushing his fingers over your waist, “Here let me help you”

He puts his hands on top of yours guiding them, “Let’s try again,”

You look to the music then back down to your hands which had Zemo’s resting on and attempt to start playing again. His hands moved in time with yours as they guided along with the piano, pressing down on your fingers when you needed to. You got every note. Well, Zemo got every note.

“See, easy,” he says as he pulls back from you. “Now try again”

You attempt to play again but feeling his eyes stare into your back you couldn’t concentrate and messed up the notes again.

“We just went through this!”

“It’s hard to concentrate with you staring at me!” you exclaim turning around to him. Your eyes widen as what you just said as he tilts his head, a smug smile appearing on his lips.

“Oh, I make it hard for you to concentrate do I?”

You groan at his cockiness, looking away from him so he doesn’t see your glistening red cheeks.

He walks up behind you again, his fingers grazing your jawline, stopping at your chin as he raises your head to look up at him. Seeing him look down at you made a knot in your stomach tighten.

“You are awfully red y/n”

“Shut up”

He chuckles and leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I like it when you blush”

The breath gets caught in your lungs as you feel his lips on your forehead, their softness cooling your burning skin.

For the first time in your life, you were rendered speechless, by Helmut Zemo no less.

His teeth flash in his smile as he looks down at you, “Come let’s practice this again” he says, leaning over as his back pressed into yours, putting his hands back on top of yours.

-

“Zemo do you mind if I borrow your phone briefly to see if that new video has been released?” you call out picking up Zemo’s phone that he had left on your seat.

“Go ahead! Just don’t check anything else on there” he yells back

“Worried I will find your nudes?” you call out as you unlock the phone. Pressing onto the youtube app you sigh in annoyance seeing no new video and so you were about to put the phone back down when a message appeared from a contact simply labeled ‘S’

It read, ‘S: Look just tell us where you have taken her. Whatever you are doing with her it isn’t worth it”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at what the hell could that message mean. You click onto the message stream just to see a ton of messages from this ‘S’ contact but with no reply from Zemo.

You hesitate for a moment, knowing Zemo wouldn’t want you to do what you were about to do, but your curiosity got the best of you and you pressed the call button.

It rang for a few seconds and then the line picked up.

“Zemo” Sam’s voice rang out through the phone

“Sam?” you ask back

“W-what, YN/!? Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Woah Woah Sam, calm down, I’m fine! I’m with Helmut-Sam what is going on?”

“What has he done to you?”

“What do you mean he's done nothing, Sam I thought me and Helmut were hiding out here till Karli was done with her plan?”

You hear a sigh down the phone and then the muffled voices of what you could make out as Bucky and Sharon down the line.

Sam picked the phone back up and spoke directly, “Y/n you need to get out of there now. Zemo, he's kidnapped you”

The phone slips from your hand and lands on the floor with a loud crash.

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[leviiattacks]

ceo levi falling in love?

author note :: THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE?? levi in the modern world is just always enjoyable for me. anyways it’s just lots of shy ceo levi and secretary reader :-) as always requests are open feel free to stop by !! :D word count :: some how i got to 2.4k,,,, i promise it was an accident it doesn’t feel that long 

levi falls in love slowly. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he looks at you one day during a company meeting and is unable to understand why he can’t take his eyes off you

usually he’s able to shift his focus away but he’s stuck in place despite his efforts to look away

the entire meeting is him occasionally humming his approval at all the proposals and prospective business plans being presented to him

when, truly he is NOT listening at all. he’s trying to figure out when the hell and why the hell he began to feel this way for you.

it gets to a point where he’s so distracted over it he ends the team meeting early

everyone in the room exchanges worried glances between each other.

mr ackerman, letting them leave early? that’s a first but HEY!! they’ll take it!!

as everyone disperses out of the room he’s sitting with his back hunched in his plush office chair when he then comes to the realization that he has no idea when he did fall for you,,,,, it just sorta happened????

well, you are basically around him 24/7 and help him with everything but, his newfound feelings still catch him by surprise

at first he’s scared. the feeling is odd and the way his chest tightens as he speaks to you doesn’t feel right at all.

“any specific type of tea for today?” you ask waiting for his response

the rope squeezes at his heart and he squirms around a little.

“u-um, the usual is just fine”

WHY DID HE TRIP OVER HIS WORDS...??

WHY...????

but AGAIN he ignores it, he knows it’s for the best if he doesn’t get emotionally involved with you.

for the record, levi’s definition of emotionally involved is dating you, he doesn’t know that despite not dating you he is very much still emotionally involved with you

he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings though and the fact he likes you goes unnoticed by literally everyone

well, it does stay that way for a little while

that is until someone else expresses interest in you.

it’s a normal friday evening but for some unknown reason he can’t stop himself from clenching his jaw when he walks past you and overhears jean the new head of marketing ask if you’re single

levi is stood behind you and turns to hand his chilling stare to jean who slowly notices. he looks like his knees are about to buckle. “?,&:£:& sorry for asking,,, i’ll...... get going......”

levi just grunts in annoyance glaring at him even as he scurries out the hallway.

you turn to look at him and happily smile “ahhh thank you, i didn’t know how to turn him down he just joined the team so you know, it was weird he asked that”

levi just nods and tells you to get back to work and he hears you squeak out a “yepyepyep!!!”

levi is also very in denial about the way he feels

one day it’ll be “yeah i like y/n” the next it’s “no i do not...that is literally SO stupid. me??? in love?? never.”

also, when you accidentally brush past his skin he can’t help but tense up slightly and look anywhere but where you’re touching him

one time you place a hand on his forehead to check on his temperature because you do not trust him to be honest about having a fever

the scent of your vanilla perfume it’s sweet and simple but it makes him feel incredibly shy for no reason at all

GOD.

he feels like a stupid flustered school boy

ALL THIS OVER SOME PERFUME??

the man can’t even handle looking you in the eye. he’s reading his paperwork acting as nonchalant as possible when he’s really just freaking out

is my forehead sweaty?

fuck, fuck, fuck how do i look up close?

his thoughts are so jumbled up he doesn’t know how to respond to you when you ask if he’s really doing okay

“your cheeks are bright red, maybe you do have a fever?” you’re frowning and rummaging through your bag hoping to find something to help his pounding headache

but all he’s doing as he sits at his desk is nervously opening and closing his pen by the lid

he can’t tell if his face is red because he’s ill or because he likes you

and it’s driving him CRAZY??

wait a second.

does he like you? or does he like-like you?? or does he lo- no he does not love you that is absurd

what really cements his feelings for you is the day he’s unable to reel his mouth back in.

he just starts rambling about everything that has been stressing him out recently

the new company merger, developing new product designs, reviewing humongous stacks of paperwork, attending all these long meetings

he is being driven to his breaking point and you stand there taking it all in

“hey, take the day off.” your soft voice cuts him off mid sentence and he looks at you like you just told him to curl up into a ball and die

take a day off???? he does not have the time to take a day off??

he assumes you’re frustrated by his behaviour and begins to apologize. “i’m sorry that was unprofessional i shouldn’t have don-”

“i’ll finish the paperwork. your next meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. it’s okay to take a breather.” you pick up the stack of documents and move to transfer them over to your desk

but levi is persistent.

he stands in your way and you look at him expecting him to step out

“there is no need for that.” his tone is firm but you’re still defiant

“it’s my job as your secretary to alleviate your workload.” you don’t even spare him a glance and he feels like he’s burdening you now

sure, you are his secretary but allowing you to complete all that work on your own is ludicrous

waltzing around him you beeline towards your desk but again he steps in your way interjecting your path

“lev-”

your face morphs into a mortified expression and you panic, you did not just call him by his first name AT WORK

“i mean,” [insert an anxious yet deliberate cough] “mr ackerman.”

“listen, i understand you’re very stressed sir but i’ll finish the work off so please rest up. you need to be refreshed for tomorrow’s company dinner with the investors.”

you’re pleading he takes your advice but all he can do is blink in confusion

you would do that for him???

are you really just diligent and caring or,,, does he maybe have a chance at asking you out?

but again as quick as the idea enters his head it leaves.

asking you out sounds absurd to him, you deserve way better than someone like him

levi is having another one of his jealous moments

you’ve latched yourself onto reiner braun’s arm at the company dinner and he turns away frustrated

you look really pretty

like,,, sUPER pretty

like,,, drop dead gorgeous

he clears his throat when you both make eye contact

you perk up a little and your hand raises to wave at him but levi is so horrible at interacting with you he ends up ignoring you completely...

the pit of fire in his stomach flares up when he hears reiner compliment you, he’s surprised you even accept it and thank him

now, levi is not annoyed because you don’t deserve the compliment.

no, no, no you deserve all the compliments under the sun as far as he’s concerned but what the hell does “you look way better than normal.” even mean??

he thinks you look pretty every day so he’s just a tad bit offended by it

and he only begins to realize he’s in too deep when he sees the way reiner is getting a little too handsy for his liking

he doesn’t interrupt by saying anything even though he really wants to, you seem to not mind reiner’s touch

so he won’t step in between that, it’s not even any of his business

but it certainly doesn’t stop his displeasure from being blatantly obvious and displayed on his face

“ahhh mr ackerman, if it isn’t a pleasure to see you?”

levi hears an investor greet him but his eyes are glued on you.

you’re laughing so hard at one of braun’s jokes and he feels the same flame in his stomach.

it’s rising and reaches his chest igniting once again and he narrows his eyes finally looking away

he’s not going to spare you another glance this entire evening instead he’ll occupy himself with business talk

“mr acker-”

spinning on his heel he twists around and is face to face to with one of his close sponsors erwin smith

he smiles and the two shake hands discussing new company developments and shared work stress before some how shifting to each other's personal lives

“seeing anyone?” erwin’s question makes levi stiffen and his eyes flick towards where you were just standing a while ago

you’re no longer there but he spots you a little further away now sitting alone

you look a little lost and he feels a sudden and strong magnetism

he wants to approach you to talk so badly, and as his eyes scan around the room he sees reiner occupying himself in a suggestive conversation with a lady from HR

she’s definitely trying to flirt and he’s reciprocating easily

oh, so you’ve been ditched...?

is reiner OK???

first the backhanded compliment

now he’s ditching YOU???

it makes levi feel a little angry and frustrated

he doesn’t even notice at first because he’s so deep in thought but erwin leans in to whisper in his ear. “i know that look, go talk to your crush.”

“we’re much too old for you to be using the term crush. it makes it sound childish.” levi grumbles before taking a sip from his wine glass

“i’ll go keep my secretary company. i’ve spoke to most of the other investors it should be okay.” the statement is more of a question but smith nods in response

“it’ll be more than okay, go get em’ tiger!” erwin lands a light punch onto levi’s shoulder and he grins before walking away

to levi’s disappointment he’s unable to speak to you

you end up getting dragged into conversation with some of the other employees and he doesn’t see you again

so much for talking to you, he couldn’t even get within a meters radius

he’s now out on the balcony for a breathe of fresh air, the past few hours have consisted of tedious and forced small talk with an investor’s daughter

her father has been BEGGING levi, even bribing him to consider marrying her but levi rejects every single time

there’s nothing wrong with the girl really

she’s well educated and quite pretty but... that’s all he knows about her?

AND no one beats you, even though he’s still kinda in denial about liking you

hell, not like that part matters he doesn’t even know the girl’s name what does her dad expect from him?

was it sharron? shana? he forgot her name as soon as it was said 

much to levi’s dismay he hears an unexpected giggle behind him and then an arm slinks over his shoulder, the investor’s daughter has followed him out and is now pressing her chest against him awaiting a reaction

frankly, he wants to push her off BUT he’ll be in big trouble and lose a key sponsor if he handles this incorrectly

“could you please distance yourself?” he tries to intimidate the younger girl away with the bitter tone of his voice but it only seems to motivate her

“feisty one aren’t you?” she’s looking up at him through her lashes and her poor attempt at looking appealing only makes levi internally face palm

her index finger is drawing circles into his tie and he feels his breath hitch due to how uncomfortable she’s making him

“please move.” he requests for her to listen once again and he’s now taken a step back but she only follows and keeps her firm grip on his tie

she doesn’t seem to be letting up and there’s nothing he can really do about it.

he guesses he’ll just wait till she gets bored but the time passes at an excruciatingly slow rate

in this fifteen minute duration she’s played around with his hair which has SERIOUSLY annoyed him because he took time to style it

and he thought it looked pretty cool

now she’s only pushed and pushed further and further into his chest and he can feel her hot icky breath hit his neck

the veins in his forehead are twitching in expanding irritation and he doesn’t know how much more of this he can tolerate

“you’re making him uncomfortable.” levi’s head snaps to the right and there you are still as beautiful as the last time he saw you

your arms crossed over your chest and you’re looking the girl up and down

“and who might you be?” the way she scoffs seems to be enough to piss you off because your face morphs into a scowl.

big Yikes...you’re mad

“leave him alone.”

“you must be of no importance, we have no time for-”

“step away before i make a report on the grounds of sexual harassment.”

you flip your phone out smirk plastered across your face

“it’s all been recorded. know your place.” you’re unyielding and even levi is thinking??? wow??? you know how to not be nice??? because well, he’s never seen you this mad 

just as you expect she barges out in a fury (not before flicking you off), you’ve left her brimming with rage and you feel rather proud of yourself

you release a content sigh

“do i get a raise for saving you or what?” you dryly jab 

he’s always loved your straightforward jokes, they align perfectly with his blunt humour

he murmurs his appreciative thanks

“are you enjoying yourself?” he asks the question eager to know what your answer is

it’s another way he knows he’s falling way too deep for his liking

he never asks anyone else these trivial questions

“enjoyable. although reiner is a little.” you pause to find the correct words

“he just made me a little uncomfy, he’s very extroverted so i felt out of place. thankfully he’s preoccupied himself elsewhere.” the same lonely look from before returns to your face 

yeah, it is kinda sucky to have your date ditch you

“you don’t have to tolerate-” levi starts then stops.

you’ve leant in to hear him after saying you can’t hear much over the hustle and bustle from inside

“the- i mean- what i’m trying to say is” he looks at you completely stunned trying to piece together what he wants to say

wOWIE!!!! you literally look so stunning up close he can not formulate a sentence, he has officially LOST IT

the words he say next fly out of his mouth after a lengthy internal struggle “fuck. what i’m saying is, what i mean is, you could always come as my date next time.”

now you’re the one looking at him stupefied.

again, he’s looking anywhere but at you

the closest he gets to it is taking a glimpse of your dress,

it’s black and suits you well with the little ruffles and all.

“i’d love that.”

the tips of his ears grow red in embarrassment but... YOU ACCEPTED???

NOW. levi is giddy on the inside but makes no move to make it obvious instead he opts to scratch his neck and give you an awkward thumbs up

you take note of his body language and the possible realization dawns on you

but you can’t really tell if it’s the doing of alcohol

either way you grab onto his suit and begin to lead the way back into the main hall

“may as well start being my date now? not like reiner’s coming back any time soon” he can’t see your face but he can tell you’re smiling as you speak

levi’s cheeks are bright red but he thanks the chilly night air and darkness for hiding the way he’s reacting

he won’t confess just yet, it’s too early and again he’s in major denial but when staring at the hand that holds onto his suit jacket his heart tingles a little

more like a LOT...

but really whatever it is the two of you have got going on right now it weirdly makes the both of you feel weak at the knees

to be honest, levi enjoys it

and so do you :-)

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