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Helios - Chapter 1

Father!Homelander x daughter!reader (platonic)

Summary: A fatherless girl finally meets with him after her mother's death. Little does she know that from this point on, her life will fall apart. She'd meet a lot of new, interesting and disgusting people and experience a lot of traumatizing events. Will she be able to choose the right side and take control of her own fate?

Warnings: violence, overpowered reader with mental weaknesses, family fluff

A/N: Rreader is 15 here so that makes Homelander around 33, just so you know. I made Homelander a naturally born supe. His mother died while giving birth so he was raised by his grandparents, his father was just a one night stand (still soldier boy). It's not really mentioned in the fic though so I thought I should explain it here how it is possible that him and reader's mother met when they were teens.

Helios - God of sun.

Wordcount: 4073

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Chapter 1: Sunrise

Your mother was once in love with a wonderful boy, who wasn’t interested in girls, but her... Oh... she was his whole world, his sunshine. He would’ve done everything for her, even kill... He was just perfect. Soft blonde hair your mother liked to play with, ocean blue eyes she found herself lost in so many times, big smile with white, shining teeth, strong body and... super powers, the only thing she didn’t really like... Everything that later became your curse. They were still teens when Alice got pregnant. She had no idea how that happened as she took pills and always made your father use condoms. Maybe it was because of his powers – she thought. Maybe his sperm was just so strong... She had no idea. Even though she knew your father loved her, Allice was till afraid to tell him, afraid that he would run away, that he would hurt you... And unfortunately she was right... One day the pair was ona a walk in the forest, enjoying their time, talking and laughing happily when your mother’s stomach started to hurt beyond endurance. It worried the boy and he ultrasounded her belly after placing her down under a tree. What he saw terrified and angried him. He was furious, thinking she cheated on him, as he believed he was sterile because of his powers. The boy had no control of himself in that moment and attacked your mother before she has managed to explain, throwing her back. Her back hit a tree, and another one, and another. Every one of them breaking until she lost the speed and collapsed unconscious under one of them. It was only then that your father understood what he had just ddone that he hurt his sunshine. Frightened by it he didn’t even check if she was alive and fled, leaving the two of you alone. He later forgot about you, but he never did about your mother. His first and last true love...

Your mother told you this story on her deathbed. You didn’t know why yet, but you appreciated it later. You already knew then that the all mighty Homelander was your father, she told you and you didn’t believe at first. But when she showed you their photos and compared your powers, you believed. You watched her die of breast cancer when you were 15. You were scared of your fate but soon a strange woman walked into your life, like a guardian angel. Her name was Madelyn Stillwell, the head of an organisation called Vought, and she offered to take care of you. You weren’t sure at first but you had no better option than that. The woman took you to the Vought Tower, where you met the seven. Well... actually six as one of them was departed on a mission. You quickly became friends with The Deep and Queen Maeve, and the team welcomed you in warmly. You even got your own room there, which wasn’t in some basement nor was some kind of a laboratory as you would’ve expected. No, it was a nice, teenage friendly room. Almost the same as the one you had back home. To your surprise, almost all your stuff was there too.

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A few days passed when you finally had a chance to meet the seventh and most important member of the seven – your father, Homelander. You were ordered to join him in the meeting room after the group finished their meeting.

‘’H-Hi... dad...’’

You whispered as you slowly and hesitantly enetred the room. The man had his back turned to you, hands behind his back as he watched the town. You could already see that he was strong and powerful, just by his posture. When he heard your voice he turned around rapidly, scaring you a little. You didn’t have to say anything more for the man to recognise you.

‘’Alice?...’’

The man asked soon. You looked so much like your mother for him, although you thought otherwise. You looked like his younger, female twin. You were perfect, just as he was. That’s also why you were successful with boys, which pissed you off if you had to be honest. You looked down sadly at your mother’s name, tears filling your eyes as you remembered everything about her. You didn’t mean to cry on your first encounter but there you we’re, standing in front of the allmighty Homelander sobbing your eyes out. John noticed your sad expression and walked up to you. His hand found it’s way to your chin and slowly pulled it up, making you look at his face with a soft smile.

‘’Don’t cry little one... You still got me...’’

The man was suprised when you threw yourself at him, embracing him in a hug and letting tears fall down your cheeks and soak his costume. He didn’t complain though, he was just happy to have his Alice back in some way. He hugged you back, rubbing your back to calm you down. Soon you pulled away and wiped your eyes.

„Sorry... „

You mumbled unable to look him in the eyes.

„It's okay... Look at me”

His voice was soft yet still firm. When you finally looked up at your father, you could see the hurt in his yes, just as he could in yours. He missed Alice every day since he left. The man even tried to kill himself in the first weeks as he couldn’t live with the thought that he might have killed her. Then, Vogelbaum found him, like a guardian angel, just as Madelyn found you, and helped him come out of misery. He made him even stronger than he was. Even madder... Even crazier... Which you had no idea about yet. After a short while you broke the silence with a soft laugh as you couldn’t hold it in anymore. John doing the same, his white teeth were just as shining as your mother described them to be.

‘’Okay, enough of this sadness. Let’s go and check out if you’ll kick your old man’s ass, shall we?’’

He smiled brightly down at you and offered you his arm which you took happily and soon the two of you left to the training area.

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You watched as Queen Maeve fought some guys. She looked so flawless, graceful, beautiful. Homelander's tap on your shoulder shook you out of trance.

„Margaret! I assume you already know my little ray of sunshine, Y/N? „

You walked up to the woman after she finished, your father's arm wrapped around you as he led you towards the ginger.

„Of course I do! We've been spending every dinner break together for the past few days. Still can't believe she's yours though”

The woman said with a chuckle, earning a soft, displeased frown from the blonde.

„Yeah... Anyway... I wanna check if she's as strong as her daddy. Mind helping us? „

Homelander asked with a toothy grin. Maeve nodded obediently and lined up several mannequins while your father positioned you at the other end of the room.

„Wh-what am I supposed to do exactly? „

You asked nervously fidgeting with your fingers. You barely used your powers after an unfortunate incident in primary school. You would never forget about that terror...

„Easy, just use your lasers. You should have them”

„Oh... U-um... I... I-I don't know how to use them... „

You whispered afraid, your body shrinking in his embrace. The man looked down confused and tightened his grip.

„What do you mean. Don't. Know? „

He hissed, making you scared even more.

„Well... I-I don't use my powers... Especially lasers... They just come out in random moments... Usually when I'm angry... And I don't control it at all... „

You explained while looking down.

„Then we'll teach you! „

Homelander's demeanour changed quickly and now he was all happy and smiling again – you had to admit his smile was terrifying and you had no idea how your mother fell for it. His happiness was caused by the fact thet he was excited you would be able to do all the father-daughter activities, just in a different version. After a tiring lesson you collapsed under the wall your father threw you on.

„John! Oh my god Y/N, are you okay?! „

Margaret scolded the man and run up to you. You just nodded while breathing heavily. Nothing happened to you thought, as you were indestructible just as them, and a little bit more.

„I'm okay... Just have enough... For the rest of my life... „

You breathed out with a smile and earned a soft giggle from the Queen. She picked you up bridal style and shot Homelander a furious look.

„Come on! She’ll be fine! . I didn’t even use half my strength! „

Homelander huffed. He expected you to be perfect from the start, but it turned out you weren’t. He was disappointed. You on the other hand, didn’t care about it at all. You weren’t going to become a superhero just as your father, it was never your thing, it never excited you. The fact that you could fight and defend yourself was enough.

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Maeve took you to your room, placed on the bed and sat down beside you. She brushed her fingers against your bruises with a heavy sigh.

‘’I told him to go easy on you...’’

She mumbled. You found yourself really attached to Margaret after just a few days of your stay there. She reminded you of your mom, both had ginger hair and a beautiful smile, so you weren’t much surprised when you discovered she and John were a thing. You nuzzled into her hand when it met your cheek and said after closing your eyes.

‘’Don’t worry, they’ll disappear in few minutes’’

‘’They will?’’

Queen asked confused which made your eyes fly open.

‘’Yeah... I-Is it weird?...’’

‘’Oh no, no! It’s just that... John heals like a normal human, so I thought you did too. But good to know you’re not his exact copy’’

Both of you smiled at yourself after her words. You actually were glad you weren’t 1:1 with Homelander. Maeve on the other hand started to feel that deep down you were almost nothing like him, that you were stronger... Way stronger... And it wasn’t a good sign, for both you and Homelander. He could go nuts if he realized that and he could hurt you, as there could only be one strongest supe and it was him...

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After a few months of extreme trening sessions later, you were finally able to control your powers. It made Homelander proud of his baby. It was also the time when you could finally go back to a normal school instead of being homeschooled. You had enough of staying all day in the tower, having to deal with the childish behaviour of Deep and A-Train, and constant fear of accidentally seeing Translucent naked. But Homelander was afraid to let you go. He was scared that if you went back to school you would find some stupid friends that would keep you away from him and that you wouldn’t like to spend time with him anymore. All of that wasn’t true, you could never do that to him as first of all - he was your father and second – he tried his best to be a great father, sure it didn’t work well all the time, but he still tried! And you felt attached to him anyway.

The man insisted on taking you there himself, he wanted to be there for your first day as a father should. But Madelyn categorically forbade him it - obviously. Although Homelander was too stubborn to listen to her and started to plan a way to be there. Then it was your job to talk him out of it.

‘’Dad...’’

You sighed tiredly as you watched John make a tenth circle around your room while discussing the plan. He had you gone in the first half.

‘’DAD’’

You had to repeat as the man didn’t notice you call him. Eventually you got up from your bed and shouted, only then taking him out of the trance.

‘’DAD! Ugh... I know you want to be there for me but the world is not ready to find out you have a child! Thye would think that if they had no idea of you beeing married, then presumably divorced, that means that I AM a child from a filthy romance without marriage AND sex before merriage, which all is a what? A SIN. Think about it! Besides... I don’t want kids in school constantly asking me about you. Not because I’m ashamed of you –because I’m not. But because it would be so tiring and I don’t want to be always compared to you and asked to do all that crazy supe stuff that obviously I CAN'T do... I just want to be a normal teenager... Please...’’

You took a deep breath after your little speech and looked at Homelander with hopeful eyes. He had to admit you got him in the first half. And you knew that. You knew that well, that’s also why you used the church argument. John let out a deep sigh then plopped down onto your bed.

‘’If that’s what you want...’’

You could see the sadness in your father’s eyes and hear it in his voice. God damn it. Why did he always had to play the sad card!? You sat down next to him and hugged his side.

‘’I promise I’ll make as many photos I’ll be able to and we’ll watch them together later. Okay?’’

‘’Okay’’

Homelander smiled down at you and placed a soft kiss to your head.

When the day came, Homelander made sure you had eveyrthing prepared. He packed your backpack the day before when you were asleep. He put there all important stuff and hid a note for you to find later. He even made you lunch himself! Maeve was really proud of him for that. You two also picked an appriopriate outfit the day before. It was a warm, olive green sweater with loose beige pants and your black sneakers. It screamed perfect. The man kissed your head goodbye and after a long and tight hug let you finally leave. He acted as if you were going away for good, but it was just a few hours of school! You never thought he could be so dramatic.

The day went by smoothly, at least for you. John on the other hand, sat in the meeting room all day, looking at the city and waiting for you to come back like a puppy. A few hours later you came back to catch your father asleep on his chair. You giggled at his ability to act like a stereotypical father after just a few months of your aquiantance. You left the meeting room quietly to soon come back with your blanket.

‘’Didn’t mean to wake you up’’

You said softly with a smile as you noticed him awake.

‘’You’re finally back. How was it?’’

John asked with a huge smile which you reciprocated. You sat down on his lap and showed him all the pictures you made, and there were a lot of them just like you promised. It took you so long that by the time you finished it was dark and you laid half asleep in Homelander’s embrace. The minute the man noticed your state he took you to your room and put in bed, wrapping in the blanket you wanted to give him earlier and placing a kiss to your forehead.

‘’Sleep good my little Helios’’

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As the years passed you’ve spend less and less time with your father, because he noticed you getting stronger than him with every training. As much as his heart ached he could not let that happen, so he thought it would be the best. You didn’t like it at all either. You hated how he ignored you every time you tried to talk to him, or needed help in any way. You hated how he saw it normal to push his own daughter away just because some stupid powers! But you aslo hated yourself, your powers, and the fact that because of you him and Queen Maeve broke up. Even though Margaret assured you it’s not your fault you knew better. She always took your side which led to multiple quarrels with Homelander and eventual breakup.

At some point you started to rebel. To cause trouble. To stick your nose in where you were not wanted. That’s how you fathomed out the truth about Vought and your father. It didn’t devastate you - as you knew that such a big corporation had to have some dirt under their nalis – but the part about your father saddened you. You could’ve never thought he could kill anyone one... He was a SUPERHERO after all. But it turns out that he was just a super liar just like the rest of the seven. They have killed so many people... They were montsers... One day you stole the important files from the Vought’s databse and fled out of it. You didn't know why you did that. Maybe because you wanted the whole world to know but your hands were unable to post the photos you’ve made. When the seven notticed your disappearance they informed Madelyn and Homelander and only then did he remembered about your existance. He was the first one to start looking for you, but the one who found you was no other than Queen Maeve. She knew the secret place you went to after school when you wanted to be alone and went there in the first place. And she was right. You sat there, in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, clutching onto the cases and crying your eyes out. Your head snapped hearing the woman’s footsteps and got up quickly.

‘’Leave me alone’’

You hissed, your whole body trembling. Margaret noticed the files in your hands and understood why you’ve run away.

‘’Helios please... I-I know it looks bad but-’’

‘’BUT WHAT?! ALL THOSE DEATHS WERE JUST ACCIDENTS?!’’

You cut her off angrily, your voice shaking like crazy.

‘’YOU’RE JUST GLORIFIED MONSTERS THAT THINK THEY CAN DO EVERYTHING THEY WANT JUST BECASUE YOU HAVE SOME STUPID ASS POWERS! BOTH YOU AND THAT MOTHERFUCKER! HELL- ALL SEVEN OF YOU!’’

Your shouts could be heard from miles away, so it was to be expected that Homelander heard you, especially when he was so sensitive to your voice. It didn’t take him long to storm through the ceiling.

‘’Ugh great... Only you were missed here... Why do you suddenly care about ME! ‘’

‘’Because you’re my daughter and I worry about you’’

The blonde gritted out making you laugh stupidly.

‘’OH REALLY?! Then why do you pretend like I don’t exist! You’ve been ignoring me for such a long time!... You don’t care about me... You just don’t want anyone knowing about this... „

You waved your hand with the files.

‘’You’re just a stupid, egoist that only cares about himself and not the good of the people he is supposed to safe. It’s your only fucking job and you fuck it up too! You should not wear that cape just to stain it with blood of innocent... You should not wear that false patriotic mask if you do shit like that... AND YOU SHOULD NOT COMPARE YOURSELF TO GOD BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST A STUPID PUPPE-’’

You were cut of by Homelander’s hand meeting your stomach. He crushed you into a wall then gripped your neck tightly. You wriggled in his grip, trying to catch a breath, your hands clawing at his and begging for relief.

‘’How dare you disrespect me like that... I made you... You wouldn’t be alive nor so strong without me. You should be grateful I haven’t killed your mother’’

Homelander had no idea what came over him. He would never disrespect his love yet now it seemed as if he regretted not killing her – which wasn’t true. Something snapped inside of you at the mention of your deceased mother. The blood in your vains started to boil and you could feel it flow like crazy. You frowned furiously.

‘’I would prefer to DIE than to be recognised as your daughter’’

You spat on his face, making him loosen his grip on you and earning a few second for payback. You kicked him away with such force that his back met the wall at the other end of the warehouse.

‘’If you want to kill me so much, why don’t give it a try now, huh oldman?’’

Homelander gritted his teeth, he hated the alias, he wasn’t that old. He didn’t want to kill you, no... He loved you, you were his baby after all. But he also couldn’t let you go knowing their dirty secrets. It was too much to proces in such a short time but the man had no other option... A devilish smirk was painted on your face as you quickly met him there and proceeded to crush him into the brick wall. You’ve done it for a couple seconds but John was unfased. He chuckled at your attempts on hurting him, though his face seemed unmoved. Soon when he felt bored he grabbed your wrists and threw you to the floor. Now it was his turn to punch the shit out of you. If not Maeve he would get you knocked down after just 3 punches. The woman pushed him away and stood in front of you, protecting you like a mother would protect her child.

‘’She’s your daughter!’’

She cried out trying to mess with his head. But he knew well to not fall to her traps, especially since they've been through it so many times already.

‘’Which is why it’s not your fucking bussiness!”

You’ve watched as Margaret fell unconscious to the ground after Homelander threw her to the sky.

'’What have I done...’’

You thought, tears falling down your cheeks as you thought he killed her. Killed her because of you. The man made his way over to you and gripped your blonde hair tightly. He made you sat up and look up at him.

‘’Now you gonna cry? I thought you were as strong as me. Hell! Even stronger! But it turns out you’re just a weak and cheap copy. You’re pathetic...”

He hissed and tried to laser your head off but you’ve manage to accumulate the remaining strength and reciprocate the act. Your lasers met with a loud hiss. In that moment you remebered all the happy memories from your life, as you prepared yourself for death. But it backfired, bringing you even more power than you’ve ever had. You rose to you feet and got your hair out of John’s grip, all while not breaking eyecontact and still using the heat vision. He felt you overpower him. It terrified him and he couldn’t let you defeat him. The man used all his strength making you do the same. Both your visions were so strong that soon sparks started to appear and the force pushed you away from each other. But neither gave up, giving all you’ve got. The hall started to feel warmer with every second making you realize something was wrong, yet before you noticed it was too late. Your laser visions caused an explosion and the whole warehouse blew up into the sky. You stood there, numb in the falling dust looking at the remainings of the building. Neither Homelander nor Queen Maeve were nowhere to find. They must’ve been burried under the concrete. To your surprise you quickly found Margaret and dug her out. She was alive. A smiled formed on your face as you watched the woman breath heavily. She was still unconscious and a little bruised, but she was alive. You couldn’t care less about your father thought. You stood up from where you knelt next to the ginger and looked around once more. In that moment you’ve decided it was time to disappear. To play ‘dead’ and never ever come back as Homelander’s daughter.

It was the end of a chapter.

But just a begining of your story...

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A/N: If you made it here, here you go 🍬🍭. You deserve it. Thanks so much for reading, I hope you liked it! 💞

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piracytheorist · 1 year

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Macabre Theme and Variations (5/15)

Fandom: Spy x Family Word count: 3k for this chapter | 15.7k so far | 65k in total Rating: T Warnings: Non-permanent character deaths, graphic violence

Summary: Twilight wakes up. He works on his mission. He dies. He comes back and does it all over again. Each time a little different. (Inspired by the film Happy Death Day)

AO3 Read from the beginning: Tumblr | AO3

Warning for this chapter: Graphic death and mentions of suicide

Note: Again, big thanks to @samatedeansbroccoli for their very quick beta cause I forgot to send them my questions until last moment XD Any mistakes left are my own.

Chapter 5: Morendo

morendo = dying away (in dynamic and/or tempo)

Borf!

Twilight opens his eyes with a heavy groan. He punches the bed in frustration.

Damn it. That man is dodging bullets now?!

Who the hell is he? How is he that good? He was hiding from hours ago in the building, he knew where Twilight was and what disguise he was in, and he could avoid getting shot? From that up close?

Could he be a specially trained spy?

What kind of spy would take so many innocent lives along with his just to take down his target?

He's pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Yor bumping into the corridor wall. He bites his lip. Perhaps he should start getting up immediately and save the poor woman from colliding with the wall every single morning.

He gets up to fill Bond's food bowl. He throws a glance at Yor when she comes out of the bathroom. She sleepily raises a hand to greet him and walks back to her room.

She and Anya were too far away from the bombs that time. There would be a commotion, but they would survive. And then his spy colleague would have to make an excuse to leave, and they'd never see Loid Forger again, having no idea that he was actually blown off by the bomb.

He shakes his head. The day was reset. None of that matters. He's still here, given yet another chance.

He sighs and sits down on the sofa, going through his plans. He had expected the killer to look around for him in the small chance he went past his colleagues, but he hadn't expected him to spot his disguise. He hadn't expected him to dodge bullets!

And Twilight hasn’t even seen his real face!

He can hardly believe it, but he'll need to ask for real back-up from WISE. This is nothing like he's ever faced before, and the benefit of reliving the day over and over is limited; the moment he spots his killer is only seconds away from his death and the reset.

He contemplates asking them for a thorough search of the theater, but that might alert the killer and lead him into changing his plan. And currently, Twilight’s only advantage is knowing the killer’s usual routine.

He needs to use space to his benefit. Every single time the murderer appeared, the detonator was already pressed in his hand; the moment the pressure is relieved, the bombs go off. Which means that Twilight cannot take him out while they're still inside. He has to lure him outside and have snipers at the ready. If he's to stop the resets, the bombs must detonate outside, limiting the innocent deaths. Ideally, the bombs shouldn't detonate at all.

That's his plan for tonight. He works out, steps outside to buy Anya and Yor's favourite delicacies, has breakfast with them as a happy family man, and then sets off for his real work. The hospital will wait today.

It's a good thing he memorized the news reports of every hour the day before. It makes convincing his Handler of his predicament much easier.

“Fine,” she concedes, setting her coffee cup down. It’s too early in the day and she couldn't change her schedule quick enough to meet in a safe house, so they had to resort to meeting in a cafeteria in disguise. “Let's say I believe you, because I cannot imagine what reason you'd have to trick me with this.”

“I don't care for comfort, Handler. I simply need you to believe me about the man who's been trying to kill me.”

“From your descriptions he sounds very dedicated, very well-trained, and disciplined enough to use his despair and death wish as a weapon rather than a hindrance.”

“What motives would such a man have?” he asks. “What would lead him to not care if Desmond goes down with me?”

“It sounds personal. A revenge plan? If he knows about you, he must know how crucial you are to the agency.”

Of course. Being an agency's top spy and asset is nothing to be proud of. For most professions, being the top usually comes with fame or fortune, sometimes both. In his line of work, the higher a position one has, the bigger the threat of being killed at any moment.

“A revenge plan against WISE. From an enemy organization?”

She shakes her head wearily. “There's no point in making assumptions now. Rip that mask off of him next time you meet him. Get a good look on his real face and then–”

“And then die. And come to you after the day resets and tell you about it all over again.” His eyes drop to the table. How will he even get the chance to approach him and live long enough to rip his mask off?

She looks at him, her thumb running over the ring on her index finger. She kept it on despite her disguise. “Are you alright?”

The question gives him pause. It's unbecoming for people like them. “I told you, I'm not here to seek comfort.”

She looks at him, her face betraying words she's holding back.

He straightens his shoulders and prepares to leave. Keeping his head low he says, “You won't even remember this tomorrow.”

“But I will be here tomorrow,” she offers.

He pauses. He has to admit, he expected it would be way harder to convince her, or Franky. And though they both exhibited a tiny amount of doubt for his words, he was still surprised by how comforting it was, to be understood.

He clenches his teeth.

He may not be seeking comfort... but that doesn't mean there's no part of him that craves for it.

“Try to compile a list of possible suspects. I need the snipers ready and in place by 2002 hours exact,” he says, standing up.

“Understood,” is the last thing she tells him.

He takes a slow walk to the hospital; he takes notice of the people around him. Those who work, those who rest, those going to work, those coming back, those running errands... and he wonders if their everyday routine could resemble what he's been experiencing. Minus the deaths, of course.

There must be a certain kind of comfort in being able to expect most of their day-to-day. The shopkeeper will get customers; the mailman will deliver letters; the bus driver will follow a specific route. Deviations are to be expected too, major or minor, but they're just that; deviations.

His life is full of changes and turns and surprises – all of them supposed to be expected and prepared for, and each one with its own separate change of plan. It's how he's managed to survive that long. This current time trap is the first time in a long, long time, that things are so stable that the only way they can deviate is if he forces them to.

He's not used to that. His focus was always his targets and his missions, never himself. He's not used to such immediate results of his own actions.

Every person that catches his sight here has a life full of that. Though it certainly isn't pleasant for everybody, this routine offers them a sense of safety, that unless they're just very unlucky, things will go as expected and they won't have to worry about a new threat or danger.

And for the first time, he might be starting to realize what that safety feels like. Even though he knows that this evening he still has high chances of dying again.

The safest he's felt since he was a child is a day where he expects to die.

He snorts a laugh at the irony.

The list he gets from Handler is not helpful either. Some names are the same from yesterday’s list, some are new, and none of them give him any confidence for today.

By early evening, Anya's excitement feels almost unnerving. He just wants to end the loop, and the realization that he's starting to relax isn't helping.

He starts wondering what it'd be like if this was his everyday life. If the norm was that his biggest worry of the day would be whether Anya would do well at the play.

He still doesn't let Anya wear the prince costume before they leave.

It's starting to feel like letting her wear it would mean he's expecting to die that day.

His life hasn't allowed him long periods of safety. From living through a war to working as a spy, he'd accepted that death is always lurking in the corner. Why is it now, when chances are he'll come back anyway, that he's starting to feel anxious about dying?

Anya is staring at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly open – the worried look that's been getting slightly more worried the more resets he experiences – and he wonders if the answer lies there.

He sits in the audience, paying attention to everything but the play, at least until Damian freezes and Anya looks at Loid, where he urges her in his mind to help him, which of course she does. He then looks at the audience, and he starts wondering why his murderer chooses the time he chooses to kill him. What is convenient about that time? What's the worst collateral damage he can accept even knowing he's going to die?

Last time, knowing what Twilight's disguise was, he opted for minimum damage and attention, and also getting close to Desmond. He most definitely hadn't expected Twilight to immediately know what he was up to, and instead was trying to, once again, kill both him and Desmond with one stone. Though he'd accept Desmond surviving if it meant Twilight was certainly dead.

So Desmond is the exact opposite of a usable fail safe. Similarly with Anya or Damian... but the theater audience is. Or would be, if Twilight's mission wasn't to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Loid sighs quietly. The fact that he's aware of his murderer's plan and intention against the latter's knowledge doesn't help much when he's that unpredictable. And strong, and determined.

He focuses back on the audience. The infiltrator usher from two days ago pretends to dust off something from her vest.

Snipers in position.

Best case scenario, the bombs explode outside, killing only the murderer and no-one else. Worst case scenario, Twilight dies without any new knowledge about him other than how good he apparently is, and the day resets.

No, he forces himself to think. Worst case scenario, the day doesn't reset. He cannot afford that self-assured confidence.

At least, with the bombs detonating outside, no-one else has to get hurt.

The play ends, and a small part of him realizes how there's only minimal effort to smile as applause erupts for Anya.

She's beaming when her eyes turn to him.

The audience takes their leave. Out in the foyer, at the appropriate moment, the usher from before, holding almost empty coffee cups, “accidentally” stumbles when passing by them.

Yor shifts around, managing to grab the young woman from the shoulders before she falls, causing even more coffee than Twilight had anticipated to spill on her dress.

“Oh, no!” Yor exclaims, but focuses on the usher. “Are you alright?”

The corners of his mouth turn up.

“I'm so sorry, ma'am!” the usher starts.

“Ah. Don't worry about it. As long as you're alright.”

“I can pay for the dry cleaning–”

Yor shakes her head. “It's nothing to worry about.” She then looks around at the people watching, adding, “It was my fault anyway,” before she smiles kindly at the woman.

Oh, Yor. You have no idea you don't need to protect this woman from being fired – she doesn't really work here either way.

After giving a few more apologies that Yor politely dismisses, the usher picks up the fallen cups and walks away.

Yor takes a good look at her dress. “Oh, that's quite a big stain.”

“Why don't you try washing it off a bit? I'll go pick up Anya,” Loid offers.

Yor nods. “I'm sorry for the inconvenience.”

It's there again, that feeling in his stomach weighing him down like a stone. “What are you apologizing for? You saved that woman from falling in the spilled coffee.”

She smiles, lowering her gaze.

He looks at the stains on her dress and recalls how she'd ripped her new clothes trying to peacefully de-escalate the situation right before Anya's admission interview.

If, or when, the real tomorrow comes, he owes her some recognition for all that.

He gestures towards the door to backstage with his head. “I'll see you at the front door, our star actress in hand.”

Whoa there. Where did that last part slip out from?

He turns away, hiding the blush on his face from her.

He spots him when he's right next to the door to the dressing rooms from the inside; far back in the hall, a set of eyes fully trained at him through the crowd and distance.

Damn it. The fire exit he was planning to use is too close to the killer. He could try for another fire exit, but the killer might try and shoot him. Twilight can dodge bullets on his own, but he's not daft enough to underestimate the aim of that man.

The closest exit is through the backstage door, so he sprints for the dressing rooms. He runs through the corridor, avoiding every child jumping into his way, and bursts the backstage door open. He runs a little further outside, enough to allow the man to spot him when he comes out. A quick check on the trees and buildings around him as he gives a low whistle; the snipers are at the ready.

Let's see how many bullets you can dodge now.

The door to backstage has swung closed, and his eyes are fully trained on it. He has to lure him far enough outside for the blast waves to not reach the inside and harm people.

Only seconds have passed, but a cold shiver runs down his spine when the killer doesn't come through the door.

He takes one single step forward. The door is still closed, then–

Boom.

The ground shakes under him. His arms raise automatically to shield him from glass shards from the shattering windows.

Now it's his blood that runs cold. He hurries to the door, opening it wide and stepping aside, shouting, “Get out! There's another bomb!” at the top of his lungs.

The only thing reaching outside is the sound of screams.

“GET OUT–”

Boom.

His arms raise again, though this time he's also thrown back by the blast. He grunts as his back hits the ground.

One, two breaths. Get up!

Still no actual humans coming out the door; only heavy smoke.

Screams, fire alarms.

Crying.

His insides feel empty, though his feet are heavy as he runs inside.

His eyes start tearing up from the smoke; through his blurred vision he only sees red.

Crying. So much crying.

Children, screaming for help.

It feels like knives stab his knees when he spots a familiar pair of shoes.

It takes less than a split second for his eyes to scan the figure up, though it feels like an eternity.

The brown boots. The red breeches. The blue overcoat and the matching red ribbon on her collar.

The once pink hair, now almost indistinguishable from the pool of blood her head lies on.

The same blood stains his pants as he kneels down next to her. His hands tremble as he reaches for her helplessly.

“Papa...” she whispers.

He can't speak. He can't seem to find the breath to do so.

He looks into her eyes. They shine with tears that don't fall even as she blinks weakly.

And then she stops blinking. Her eyes stop moving.

The blood seeping into his pants feels hot, and the room is still warm from the two blasts.

Yet a cold emptiness sets in his chest, like a hole that's trying to suck him from the inside.

He's made it. For the first time, he's alive and his killer is dead, the bombs gone off.

Surrounded by children crying, children screaming for help, children dying... it doesn't feel the least bit like a win.

He stands up, looking around for the killer. His remains lie closer to the entrance of the dressing rooms than the exit.

Even if he still had a face left, Twilight wouldn't see any point in identifying him anymore.

He feels like there's no point in anything anymore, as another stab runs through his chest when he hears a familiar voice screaming.

He can see her black hair and her pale pink dress. The coffee stains on it are now completely overshadowed by the blood inching its way up the fabric as she leans over Anya, trembling hands hovering over her frozen face. His mind registers each piece of information like a singular dot, but it cannot connect them. It refuses to.

He turns around and walks away, the sound of children wailing being slowly covered by adult cries.

Somehow, those are even more effective in making him shut off.

He finds a security guard. He's young and new to this job, appearing uncertain on how to handle such a crisis.

That is why Twilight chooses him. Someone with more experience would've known that it's such moments where they need to take extra care no-one will steal their gun.

The pistol slips easily from the young man's holster. Before he can even turn, Loid has cocked the gun and placed the muzzle right under his own chin.

There's no fear and no instinct to pull away when the cold metal touches his skin. There's no trace of discipline keeping his finger away from the trigger.

The bullet seems to immediately mess up his brain's connection to his ears, as he feels the sound of the shot shock his body more than he hears it. He feels the pain in his skull and he sees the blood trail in the air above him as he falls backwards.

Blood trickles down his throat like the coldness that spreads through his limbs.

Darkness fills his vision through his still-open eyes.

BANG!

#Spy x Family #sxf ff #sxf fanfic #piracytheorist writes #mtav

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boowhumps · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023

Day 15

(@whumptober)

By - B.W

⚠TW⚠

~ Swearing

~ Mentions of Death

~ Mentions of Injury

Enjoy!

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"Stay still Karyme.." Leony says, disinfecting the wound on her shoulder.

She frowns a bit when she gets no response. "You okay? You're quiet.."

Karyme glances up at her. "I'm fine." She looks away, sighing.

Leony sighs as well. "You sure.? You're never this quiet.. especially after a mission.."

"Really. Just.. tired." Karyme mumbles back.

Leony frowns. "If it's about the mission.. you did what you had to.."

"Doesn't make it right.." Karyme replies. "We save lives.. not take them.."

"And you did both for a good cause." Leony says. "Thanks to your quick acting.. you saved a life.."

Karyme takes a deep breath.. "I guess so.."

Leony smiles. "Good, now let me just finish up here.." She says as she wraps up Karyme's shoulder. "There, just a bit of rest will have you good in no time."

Karyme nods. "I'll rest as much as I can with a 7 month old daughter."

Leony laughs. "How has little Astrid been anyways?"

"Growing so much everyday.." Karyme replies. "It feels like just yesterday she was born.. and now she's almost a year old.."

Leony smiles. "How I love that little nugget.."

"I hate having to leave her for missions.." Karyme says slowly.

"Well at least now you can spend more time with her, we don't have any future missions planned." Leony responds.

Karyme nods. "..what about you and Krystal.? Have any plans.?"

Leony shrugs. "Probably a trip. Krystal and I have been dying to visit Cerine. Go around and sample wines.. feels like a dream.."

Karyme rolls her eyes playfully. "Well that sounds fun."

"I know.. although a bit bittersweet since it'll be our last trip for awhile.." Leony says with a small smile.

"How come.?" Karyme asks.

"We've been talking about settling down finally.. getting married.. maybe kids.?" Leony says. "..not do sure about the last bit.. but we've been considering adoption.."

Karyme hums. "Seems like you've got a lot going on.."

Leony nods. "I just.. I've been worried. Krystal isn't the.. kid type.. but I've always wanted a kid.." She mumbles.

"If anyone can convince her stubborn ass to do something, it's you Leony." Karyme mumbles, flexing her arm a bit.

"I just- adoption is a process.. and I wouldn't even know where to start.. And what if we get rejected.?" She mumbles, pacing around.

"First is finding a kid to adopt." Karyme replies. "Have you looked into that yet?"

Leony shakes her head. "No.. there hasn't been any open possibilities for us yet.."

Karyme sighs. "We did just rescue a lot of kids from that experimental facility.."

Leony's ears perk up. "I didn't even think of that.."

"There's your chance." Karyme responds.

"But how do we pick one.?" Leony mumbles.

"As cheesy as this may sound.. just listen to what your heart tells you." Karyme says.

Leony laughs a bit. "That was pretty cheesy.."

A knock on the door interrupts their chat as Karyme raises an eyebrow.

"Were we expecting someone.?" Karyme asks.

Leony smiles awkwardly. "Right.. I forgot to tell you.." She sighs. "I called Kaiden. I was worried and thought maybe he should pick you up-"

"Leony.." Karyme groans. "You know how he gets.. you probably scared the hell outta him.."

"I'm sure he's fine-" Leony says.

"Watch this." Karyme sighs. "Come in.!"

Kaiden opens the door, clearly worried.

"Shit Karyme, are you okay? Leony called me and I thought the worst-" He says, rushing over to Karyme in a frenzy.

Karyme sighs. "I'm fine, really. It's just a scratch." She looks over to Leony. "She patched me up. I'm good."

Kaiden sighs. "Alright.."

Karyme gives him a look. "Wait.. if you're here.. then where's Astrid.?"

"She was a bit fuzzy when I got here, and I imagine by now she's been passed around about 3 times." He says with a smile.

Karyme stands up, sighing. "Probably.." She turns to Leony. "Permission to hold my child despite my injury?"

Leony smiles. "Permission granted."

Karyme nods, then speaks to her in a hushed whispers. "Just talk to Krystal.. I'm sure she'll hear you out.."

Leony smiles again. "You think so.?"

Karyme nods. "If it's you, she'll listen.."

Leony nods. "Okay.. thanks.."

Karyme returns the nod, then walks away with Kaiden.

Once they both reach the commons, Karyme sighs, turning to Elliot. "Alright, who's hogging my daughter?"

Elliot sighs. "That would be Aaron and Jayden by now."

Karyme rolls her eyes. "Of course.."

She turns to Kaiden. "I'll be back."

Kaiden nods. "Hey, go easy on them. Astrid doesn't need an intro to aggrevated assault this early in life."

Karyme sighs. "Yeah yeah.."

She walks over to Jayden's office, where her daughters giggles are heard. Karyme stops, taking in the noise. She smiles a bit before taking a deep breaths and knocking on the door.

The laughter stops, and a hesitant voice answers. "Who's there..?"

Karyme sighs. "Someone who would like her daughter back."

There's a silence as the door opens a bit, revealing Aaron.

"Aaron." Karyme says coldly.

Aaron smiles awkwardly. "..It was all Jayden's idea-!"

"Hey-!" Jayden shouts from inside the office. "Don't throw me under the damn bus like that-!"

Karyme frowns. "Jayden, watch your language in front of my daughter, you're corrupting her."

Jayden appears by Aaron, holding Astrid in his arms. "Hey, if she lives with you.. I'm sure she's heard that before."

Karyme sighs, pinching her nose bridge. "Can I please have my daughter back.?"

Jayden pouts. "I have rights to my niece."

"We're not related Jayden-"

"We may as well damn be."

"Language."

Aaron crosses his arms. "Well, she is my niece.."

Karyme rolls her eyes. "Sadly so.."

"The hell's that supposed to mean-?"

"It means either give me my daughter back or I get Kaiden involved."

"You think I'm scared of my brother.?"

"Alright.. I'll get your mom involved."

"My mom-!?" Aaron exclaims as Jayden bursts out laughing.

"Yours too, Jayden." Karyme mumbles.

Jayden frowns. "..touche.."

"We all know Ruby and Marcy would take my side." Karyme says.

Aaron pouts. "Turning my own mother against me.."

Jayden shrugs. "Yeah no, not risking getting my mom against me."

He hands over Astrid to Karyme, who hums in appreciation.

"Jayden, you're weak-!" Aaron says with his arms crossed.

"Pleasure doing business with you, boys." Karyme says with a smile as she turns on her heels and walks away.

Astrid coos in her arms as Karyme looks down at her.

"I really hope you don't bring a boy like that home.." She mumbles, kissing Astrid's forehead.

"Or any boy." Kaiden says, approaching her.

Karyme sighs. "Let's not take it that far."

Kaiden shakes his head. "My princess doesn't need any boy."

Karyme rolls her eyes playfully. "You sound like my father when he met you.."

Kaiden wraps an arm around her. "Ouch. That's a low blow.."

Karyme shakes her head. "Shut up.."

Astrid whines, turning Karyme's attention over to her.

"Someone's up way past her bedtime.. let's go home.." She mumbles, rocking Astrid in an attempt to soothe her.

Kaiden nods, opening the door for Karyme. "After you, Mademoiselle."

Karyme looks at him. "You're mocking my ability to understand French now."

Kaiden laughs. "This'll encourage you to learn more."

Karyme sighs. "I think I'm helpless there.."

Kaiden wraps his arm around now. "Not too late for Astri to learn though.."

"Then it's up to you to teach her." Karyme replies. "I can handle the Spanish lessons."

"We'll see then, who's the better teacher?' He says with a smirk.

"Is that a challenge, Mr. Santaro?"

"Maybe, Mrs. Santaro-to be.."

Karyme looks at him, a small smile on her lips.

"It's on."

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#whumptober #whumptober day 15 #whump writing #halfway done with whumptober #kinda sad since ive been having a lot of fun with this #and my procrastination level are low so ive been posting consistently #that makes me proud of myself #anywaysss enough random talk #and as always #enjoy! :)

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rowdeyclown · 3 years

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the name “clock watson” came to me in a vision while i was at work and i knew i had to create a whole character with that name so uh here he is!

#i had no choice but to make them a trunks ripoff im sorry #but the actual future is more inspired by the giver but even more restricted #anyway clock has every gender and will steal yours too #honestly i could see her as using neopronouns as well but idk #i feel like their attitude is along the lines of 'just call me whatever u think is best idgaf'#i forgot to mention that she was 15 when she started her mission and has been repeatedly time travelling for the past 2 years #lemme tell u coming up with the color scheme was a nightmare #i decided to make them albino hence the almost white blond hair and blue eyes #and yes albino humans usually have blue eyes not red or purple like some ppl would have u believe #oh yeah and the mask? i just think its neat idk if it has a purpose yet who knows #anyway #oh cees #clock watson #drawsha

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margarethx · 3 years

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Sambucky writing prompts

Because I have a lot of ideas and no ability to focus on writing any of them right now... so I might as well share. Feel free to use any of these. You can tag me or send a link if you want to. (Unless it's ”a story about poor, sad Bucky... and Sam is kinda there to help” type of fanfiction, bacause I love Sam too much to read something like that.)

Let's go!

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1. Both Sam and Bucky are trained to be Winter Soldiers at the same time. On one of the shared missions they accidentally form a connection which helps them with slowly getting their memories back, so they can escape together.

2. The Winter Soldier is sent to kill one Samuel Thomas Wilson, but for some reason he just cannot do it. (Or he almost did and regrets it immediately.)

3. Bucky's a mechanic that Sam called to help with repairing the boat and he works very slowly on purpose to have an excuse to see Sam more often.

4. Sam can actually talk to birds (as he should!) and they start to be annoying always asking about his dating life.

5. Sam is a literal angel. That's the prompt. (And canon.)

6. Sam and Bucky go on long, separate vacation. But they somehow end up in the same country, the same town, and the same hotel. Probably the same room too. What a surprise...

7. Bucky knows a lot of things about Sam and Sam is sure he never told him about any of that. Turns out Bucky migh have done some research between 2014 and 2016 when Sam was looking for him.

8. Sam discovers that Bucky had something to do with picking the designs for his new superhero suit.

9. Bucky finally tries to bond with Redwing and Sam does a very bad job at pretending he’s not amused.

10. Bucky has to deal with a painful realisation that Sam is not a supersoldier and that no matter how strong he is he'll always be more likely to get seriously hurt on their missions.

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11. When they are frustrated Bucky starts to speak Russian and Sam responds to him in Arabic which doesn't solve the initial problem, but at least it's funny. (Bonus points if one of them - or both - pretends to not now the language the other one's speaking.)

12. Bucky has a terrible reputation and looks dangerous, so everyone prefers to avoid him, but then he meets Sam who just makes fun of his edgy persona all the time... and Bucky for some gay reason lets him. Everyone else is just very confused and worried about Sam’s safety. (Probably some University/High School AU.)

13. [It’s more like an art prompt, but whatever.] They both have long hair now. No plot. Just both of them being in love and appreciating how handsome the other one looks.

14. Since both Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan exist in the MCU canon I’d love to see Sam and Bucky’s reactions to their actors being on screen when they watch movies together.

15. Bucky didn’t have much experience with dating since 1940s and he thought he’d be the awkward one once he and Sam get together, but it turns out Sam was never in any relationship, because he was too busy and neglected that part of his life.

16. They both have the canon skills/powers, but only one of them is a superhero. The other is “their” villain. So still enemies to lovers, but a different flavour.

17. Sam always had the ability to talk to birds. He just... forgot to mention it before to other people, including Bucky. So the power-reveal is quite unexpected.

18. Sam and Bucky literally hate each other – it’s not just their canon-like amused annoyance. But then they start to learn what happened to the other one in the past and the feelings slowly shift from hatered into something else. (Might be a No Powers AU)

19. Sam thinks that Bucky misses the 40s. Well, he’s wrong.

20. Sam is a regular civilian (who never met Steve). He finds Bucky right after he escaped HYDRA and helps him go back to normal life. (He might know who he’s helping or not.)

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21. Bucky learns about Riley, but he doesn’t learn it directly from Sam.

22. Sam and Bucky come back after the Blip, see each other, and try to deal with the situation together, no knowing what has just happened.

23. Bucky explains to Steve why he won’t go back to the past with him. It’s mostly because of Sam, obviously.

24. A story about Sam and Bucky growing apart between Endgame and tfatws and how they dealt with feeling like they’re losing yet another person so soon. (And about them coming bact to each other again.)

25. Sam and Bucky learn how other people around them see their relationship. It doesn’t really mirror how they see this partnership themselves.

26. A classic role-swap. Sam is the Winter Soldier. Bucky’s the Falcon. Their personalities stay exactly the same.

27. Sam and Bucky try to tell someone who knows almost nothing about them how they met. (They lie or they don’t.)

28. Bucky deals with people who are openly against Sam as the new Captain. Sam deals with people who think Bucky should be locked up for being “with” HYDRA in the past.

29. Sam is still The Falcon and later Captain America, but Bucky’s a regular person who also happens to be Sam’s huge fan.

30. Dr. Raynor said she heard a lot about Sam (presumably from Bucky). But what exactly did Bucky tell her?

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31. Only one of them died after the Snap. The other one has to live for five years, hoping they’ll be able to reverse it.

32. The first time Sam and Bucky saw each other: scared, feeling exhausted, really happy, genuinely laughing, truly angry, crying, completely resigned, flustered, shy.

33. After being frozen in Wakanda Bucky lost all memories related to Sam. Sam has to decide whether he should use the opportunity to start the relationship over or let Bucky know about their less-than-ideal beginnings.

34. Sam accidentally gets super-serum. Bucky helps him with adjusting.

35. Bucky accidentally loses super-serum. Sam helps him with adjusting.

36. Sam used to visit Wakanda when Bucky was frozen and talked to him a lot, even when Bucky couldn’t hear him. (Well, couldn’t he?)

37. They have a conversation about Steve, but it’s Sam telling Bucky stories from their friendship (how they met, what they did as fugatives, how Sam feels about Steve leaving without saying goodbye).

38. Sam and Bucky use time travel (because they survived the Snap or for other reasons) and they see the past versions of themselves alone or interacting with each other.

39. Sam and Bucky are stuck in Soul Stone together. The problem is that they cannot really hide their emotions or memories as well as they would be able to as real people.

40. After disappearing in the Snap Sam gets a chance to talk to Riley. They know Sam will eventually come back to life, but they still can spend time together and get some closure that will help with moving Sam’s relationship with Bucky forward.

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 3 years

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I decided to watch the Walker pilot so you don’t have to. #1

I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I’m doing this and the more I put it off the less I’ll want to do this. So. Let’s start.

The fist thing we see is Jared Padalecki, em Walker, driving. He’s vaguely smiling and there’s the sun behind him. He seems happy. He’s driving a truck, for some reason my mind goes to Twilight. I’d rather watch that. At least there are vampires (not dressed like clowns) there. Anyway. Walker is meeting someone. He’s meeting his wife! “Look at you!” she says. The camera makes us look at him. He looks like this

I am unsure whether we’re supposed to see this as sexy or cool. It looks frankly ridiculous. I don’t know if I’m just not American enough to appreciate the aesthetic of this. But I didn’t go through 15 seasons of Americana-in-British-Columbia for nothing. If a character appeared like this on Supernatural, it wouldn’t be presented seriously. It would be played for a chuckle or in a light-hearted way at least. Not even Dean Winchester would find this hot.

The Padaleckis tell something to each other. Apparently he needs to go home with the kids and his parents because it’s game night. My mind immediately goes to Game Night the episode and I am sad now. But Walker lifts my mood in its own weird way. He doesn’t know the rules because every time she tells him the rules, he blacks out. I would make a fun quip about this, but the truth is that I relate to him a lot right now because I blacked out during the entire scene. I’m not sure what they said other than the game thing because I wrote it here. I already forgot the rest.

Anyway. What we’re supposed to get from this scene that they’re Very In Love (see that soft warm light?), and that he’s anxious because he’s not great at being a father because he’s shit at games apparently, but his wife is like ~don’t worry so much~ because she’s a kind, understanding wife. He tells her to be safe, because the Texan countryside is dangerous or something. She needs to stay on a route he approved for some reason. Is she traveling with supersoldier serum in her car? Is Hydra going to murder her? [cue the Marvel snipers shooting me to death because they don’t want Marvel to be associated to this]

Later, everyone is having fun playing fake monopoly, but Walker (whose mannerism is just Jared, he’s not even trying) is apparently too stupid to understand a game for kids. Plot twist, this is anti-cop propaganda because it says cops are dumb.

“Et tu Brute” Jared says when the kids point out he broke a rule so they get an extra turn. I thought I was safe from hearing Jared speak Latin! I thought I was safe! I am never safe!

Emily (Gen) suddenly texts him “SOS. Answer” which is OMINOUS! Oh my god! Aren’t you feeling the tension. The rest of the family keeps playing fake monopoly. Someone throws dice. Are we supposed to go “oh! The dice are ~symbolic because someone’s playing dice with her life” or have I been watching too much good tv.

She is running somewhere in the countryside, wearing a white shirt (is this the cowboy lady equivalent of the Wife Nightgown?). She says something is not right. He’s worried. Then he hears gunshot and her scream. He does the Alarmed Jared face, presses lips together and does a Upset Jared face.

Then he goes out, tries to call her again, and again, does a Jared Upset Sniff--

Oh! We actually see her! She’s alive, but she’s been shot in the stomach. Her white shirt is definitely the cowboy lady equivalent of the Wife Nightgown! Ah the blood coming from the stomach! How terrible! Her phone is ringing but she cannot reach it. She is definitely alive right now, though. She’s breathing heavily because of the wound, which is breathing, which is the opposite of being dead.

He decides that she’s dead, and lets out the already infamous manly scream of anguish.

It would be sad if it wasn’t that literally one second ago we saw her wounded but alive. Her turning out alive in the season finale or so will shock everyone. Nobody will have seen it coming. Who wrote this? They should have just shown the ringing phone and her bloody hand/side, making the audience assume she was dead, instead of showing her breathing. Now the audience is gonna assume she didn’t actually die, and wonder “why didn’t he call someone or went looking for her” but apparently Jared’s characters have forgotten that, like, ambulances are a thing. Jared’s manly screams of anguish are more important than common sense.

I’m not going to say anything about the manly scream of anguish. I’m not going to say anything about the manly scream of anguish. I’m n

We’re just 4 minutes in, guys. Why am I doing this?

Eleven months later, says the screen.

It’s night, outside a house. The son is waiting for him. The daughter doesn’t think he’s coming. On the porch there are two men, one is his brother and one is apparently his former partner, now new boss. He’s dressed like you’d expect a normal person to be dressed in a casual Texan night, hat and tie and all. If you are law enforcement in Texas and don’t wear a cowboy hat at any moment, you will be executed. That’s what the death penalty in Texas is for.

Somebody arrives, but to the kids’ disappointment is some dude whose function is to tell us the men’s names. The brother is Liam, the cop dude I forgot.

Walker is being sad on the back of his truck and drinking alcohol, which is the only way television can express a man having trauma. Holy shit - he reminisces of his wife like this is some emotional Lord of the Rings scene in a place where Elves live except this is not the Lord of the Rings and is just ridiculous, look

She’s seen running towards the gazebo, then she turns

This is exactly shot like the scene where Arwen has a vision of her son. Flowy hair and all. I cannot take this seriously.

He smiles sadly. Then a cop car arrives.

Mexican Lady Cop(TM), whose function in the story is to be a Mexican Lady Cop(TM) asks for his licence since he’s drinking alcohol in a public place.

“You ask so nicely” drunk Walker says. Ew. “Yeah, they train the girls special” Oh! Can you see? She is the Feminist Icon who Takes No Shit from the Dude! I’m so excited. I am slowly losing the will to live.

She drives him home on the police car. His legs don’t fit. At least this is realistic.

He does exposition in the car, including “I needed to visit a ghost instead”. There-there was no need to say it. What’s the demographic they’re aiming for? Five year olds? Do they have to spell everything out loud?

“It’s been a while since I had an actual conversation” he says, which supposedly explains why he’s making awkward exposition, but it’s just bad writing. At least they acknowledge it’s bad writing.

She figures he’s law enforcement coming back from an undercover mission from some drunken ramble he makes. This is worse than the Sherlock phone cable port thing.

She says she just got promoted from state trooper, ehe she will work with him wink wink nudge nudge. Is she going to be a cop-buddy-character slash love interest except when they’re almost about to realize they’re into each other, his wife comes back and draa~ama? I can already see it.

He goes home, makes some Jared grunts, and falls asleep on the couch.

Next morning, he goes out and jogs to where he left the truck. He puts on a cowboy hat which is supposed to be an artistic shot.

I’m slowly dying. He makes some Jared Deep Breaths, at least this made me laugh.

Wait, he’s now wearing a black hat. He’s in mourning, see? What.

He drives to his father’s ranch. His father is Super Not Impressed. It’s awkward. They took about horses. Mitch Pileggi is thinking that at least the other show was more exciting and there was Jensen Ackles in it.

He gets into his parents’ house and the dogs run to him, he does the Jared Dog Chuckle. He hugs his mom. He hugs his son - “August, my boy!” he says, like a normal person his age says.

He hugs his brother and they joke-wrestle and he says “I’m still the big brother” and did I mention I’m dying inside. I just can tell this is SUPPOSED to be reminiscent of Dean and Sam’s first meeting at Stanford in the pilot except Jared is the big brother now. Ew.

We learn that the brother is a DA and gay. All pilots suffer from Forced Exposition Syndrome but it’s like this isn’t even trying.

He goes to work and hugs (very manly hug of course) his friend-now-boss, who is called James. James asks him if he’s good and he’s like yeah I’m good, which our I’m Fine Lie Moment #1. Some things never change.

Enter the case of the week - a cop offered roadside assistance but he was assaulted. We’re already starting with a “Oh No Poor Cop :( Someone Doesn’t Like Cops And Gets Violent” plot. Yay.

Ta-da! Mexican Lady Cop appears, cowboy hat and all. James says she’s Walker’s new partner. My heart cries while Walker says “figured you’d be a guy” and she replies “so did my mom”. The feminism is so strong :’) She’s such a strong female character :’) I’m so happy :’)

Then Walker makes such a quintessential Jared thing with his mouth that I need to stop this here and take a break.

It’s been 13 minutes. So much still to go. I’m bored. Why am I doing this.

#cw's jared: legit texan #marghe watches walker for some darned reason

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violettelueur · 3 years

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GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU || NEVER MEANT TO BE

| featuring : gojo satoru and geto suguru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : mentions of murder, manga spoilers and grammar errors

| form : imagine

| word count : 1704

| published : 15 November

| request : hellloooo i hope this doesnt sound confusing but tbh im just requesting this since no one requested sum from the manga. how about something like reader arriving at the train station as gojo gets trapped in the prison realm in around chapter 90-91? like shes a shaman and she see geto and has a flashback cuz gojo her and geto were like past buddies? and to think someone could bind gojo?

| barista’s notes : for the people that haven’t read the manga, I would recommend you reading it first before reading this imagine because it has some MAJOR spoilers and I dont think you’ll understand it either way ʅʕ•ᴥ•ʔʃ but defo read it if you haven't, it’s amazing! but moving on from that i hope that you love your order of a cup of black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request)!

Rushing down the stairs of Tokyo Metro, you were trying to get to floor B5F where Gojo was last noted before you heard about the information that he was somehow sealed. With the help of the three other groups that were around the area, you were able to get through the shields that surrounded Shibuya to get to where you needed to be.

You were exhausted. Not physically but mentally as you didn’t know what to expect at all. The second you heard of Gojo’s report on curses forming alliances with each other, you thought he was just bluffing at first and to be honest, his ridiculous drawing wasn't helping with his case either. However, he was someone that you knew you could trust extremely, it had always been like that since both of you became students at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

With your katana hanging from the side of your hip, you quickly jumped to the bottom on the stairs to save precious time before quickly turning the right corner to see what was the whole situation. However, once your hand was on the handle of your sword, your eyes widened in shock from what was right in front of you.

‘Isn’t he supposed to be dead? That's not him is it?’

What was in your sights now was something that was technically impossible. He was supposed to be dead, there was no way he was alive sitting on the station floor. There were no such possibilities for him to be sitting with his back turned to you right now.

Geto Suguru.

ꕥ

You, Gojo, Geto and Ieiri were standing in front of the now-destroyed house due to Gojo using his technique to free both Utahime and Mei Mei from the house that they have been investigating for the two past days.

“Don’t you think that was a little too much Gojo,” you commented with an awkward giggle as you saw tiny to large pieces falling to the ground, leading to your second-year friend saying, “I don’t think it was too much Y/N-chan, besides how could I have impressed you if I didn't take the opportunity to?”

“I shouldn’t have asked part one...” you quickly muttered, before Gojo started to tease Utahime, who was in the middle of the rubble that was created by your flirtatious friend himself.

“Satoru, it’s not nice to pick on the weak,” Geto suddenly commented, before using one of his spirits to devour the curse that suddenly appeared behind Utahime, only for Gojo to state, “who the heck’s gonna pick on someone strong? You’re the one teasing her without even knowing it Geto,” causing your other friend to now to realise what he had said.

No longer being able to handle both of them, you quickly turned your attention to Utahime and asked, “Utahime, are you okay?”. This small but kind gesture of yours caused the grade-two jujutsu sorcerer, to say your name with such glee before you continued with, “we were worried about you since you didn't call for two days” to which only led the woman to pull you into a tight hug.

‘I shouldn’t have asked part two….I’m legit getting no air’

“Y/N don’t you dare become trash like those two, okay?”

“I’ll try my best”

However, this happy and hilarious moment had to sudden halt when Mei Mei suddenly asked, “where’s the curtain?” causing you, Gojo, Geto and Ieiri to look at her with dumbfounded expressions on your faces.

‘Ahhhhhh shi-’

ꕥ

“There’s someone here who said they put up a curtain and then up and left the auxiliary manager behind and forgot about the curtain too”

At this moment and time, all four of you were on your knees in front of your sensei Masamichi Yaga, as he found out from the news that was shown on the TV above that someone *cough*Gojo*cough* forgot to put up a curtain up like him and Mei Mei stated.

“Fess up”

“Sensei! We’re better than pointing fingers at each other,” Gojo randomly commented, as he raised his hand up to emphasise his point. On the other hand, you, Geto and Ieiri had other plans and all pointed at Gojo for this mishap that had occurred without him realising.

“So it’s you!” your teacher shouted, before landing a strong punch on top of your friend’s head, causing you to know to never mess with your teacher anytime soon.

Even though it wasn’t the best time, you and Geto let out a sly giggle before looking at each other, which only led to both of you laughing, even more, the second you stepped out of the room. As chaotic all four of you were, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

However, it was never meant to be.

ꕥ

“Hey!”

Turning to your right, you saw your friend Geto wave at you with a bright smile on his face. To the outsider, it just seemed like two friends meeting with each other or friends that just casually bumped into each other in the crowded streets. On the other hand, it wasn’t that.

Geto was a criminal on the run. You were just informed by your teacher that your friend massacred a whole village as well as the possibilities of his parents. You didn’t want to believe it. Of course, you couldn’t believe it. Geto wasn’t that type of person, he wasn’t like that at all during your time at Jujutsu high together, were the three years a facade?

“Yo, it’s the criminal” you teasingly greeted him, trying to hide your dejection from his view, “you need something from me?”

“I guess I’m just testing my luck” Geto replied back before taking a stand next to you. From your side perspective, you could see what Gojo was talking about a while back. Your longtime friend looks thinner than he did a year ago, you could clearly see the bags in his eyes indicating that he hadn’t had any sleep the past few days. It was like that ever since the killing of the Star Plasma Vessel, a mission that you, Gojo and Geto failed at.

“I’m gonna ask just to be sure, but are those false charges?” you quietly asked, hoping that all this was a lie, a stupid cruel prank that was set up by someone. However, you knew somewhere in your heart that this was the reality that you were in, there was no escaping from this one.

“Nah, unfortunately not”

“Again to be sure, why?” you quietly questioned him, trying to conceal the tears that were threatening to flow down your face.

“I’ll create a world where only shamans exist,” Geto calmly answered, causing you to snap your head in his direction. A world where only shamans exist? What more stupid of a reason he could give you?

“That’s hilarious,” you stated, before you slowly carried on with, “if humans were eliminated, we shamans wouldn’t even have a purpose at all, your reasoning is the most stupid thing I ever heard in my life Geto,”

Geto turned to look at you, only to find you casually open your phone to call Gojo on your sightings on your friend.

“However, I hope that you’re happy now that you're choosing this path. I really hope you get what I’m saying and you don’t live to regret,” you stated, as you place your device next to your ear. “I hope you're happy in the end my friend, that’s all I’m asking for,” you ended your statement before Gojo was on the other side of the line.

“Thank you Y/N”

“Gojo, I met Geto in Shinjuku”

“Did you question him? Did you kill him?”

“I didn’t…...have the heart to Gojo, I’m sorry”

There was nothing but silence between the both of you which gave you the chance to look to your right, only to see that your friend had disappeared from your side. As if he wasn’t there in the first place.

“Hey Gojo...it was never meant to be ha?” you rhetorically asked, as a single tear slowly slid down your face.

ꕥ

Geto Suguru was right there in front of you. Sitting on the ground on the train station with his back turned to you.

However, as much as you wanted to believe that it was true, you knew that it wasn’t really him.

It was just impossible.

Taking your katana out of its black wooden sheath, you were preparing for any attacks that could happen around you right now before you could begin to question who the person in front of you was.

“Who are you?”

The man turned around, slowly showing the face of a man that was someone that was close to both you and Gojo all those years back causing you to look at the person that was in front of you with sorrowful eyes. You wished it was him. But as you said, it was never meant to be.

“Y/N! I'm not surprised that you were able to get through all those shields, you are powerful like Satoru after all,” the man happily commented with the same smile that you missed so dearly.

“I said who are you?!” you repeated in a firmer tone, telling the person that you weren’t playing around anymore as you raised your katana, making the sharp pointed tip to be in level with his face - even if he was far in distance.

“Come on, is that how you greet an old friend?”

“How the hell did you get the Prison Realm within your possession?” you asked, as you looked down at the small cube that Gojo was supposedly in. How such a small thing was able to seal such a powerful shaman like Gojo? You would never know.

“Y/N, we were in the same team for three years, I would assume you know I’m able to get what I need, I am Geto after all,”

“Shut up!” you shouted, surprising the person from your sudden outburst. “I’m not stupid, so don’t you dare play with me for even a second”

“I know you’re not Geto”

“Me and Gojo knew that from the start”

“It wasn’t meant to be”

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coco96 · 4 years

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LDAF - The Avengers

Hiding Magic (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Mention of crime (stealing) Request: ... reader who is a very powerful magician ... who also robs because their family is poor ... One day all the Avengers comes to their school to give a speech. However, the reader gets there late and sees the Avengers thinking they’re about to get arrested. They then go to the Bathroom to use magic and escape. Right when R using magic Peter, Tony, Strange walks in. After talking the R ends up an Avenger.

Serenity (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Sick child, illness Request: ... reader being a part of the avengers, but the others gets suspicious when she starts refusing missions on particular dates and she always sneaks of, but it turns out she visits a children’s hospital or something because she wants to give them hope? ...

Crushing The Grape (Avengers X Male!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers to Infinity War. Death. Reader basically tortured Thanos. Think Magneto with blood. Request: Could you do avengers x male reader where male reader kills that giant purple grape(thanos) on Titan

The Happiest Avenger (Avengers X Reader) TRIGGER WARNING: Depression and self harm mention Request: ... R is very happy to a point where they’re the happiest person on the avengers but the R is secretly messed up, they never shows it. The R has a secret they self-harm. So one day Steve finds the scars while they’re talking in the kitchen then thinks the worst. So he sets up a meeting with the crew and the next day R walks in and the crew have to act normal but then comfronts the R but the end is very fluff

Young Weapon (Avengers X Teen!Male!Reader) Warnings: Mention of violence, mention of fire, death of parents, mention of torture Request: ... reader where he’s discovered as a brainwashed assassin (like bucky) where he was taken when he was like 5 and is now 15 and he suffered worse than bucky did and they try to help him oh wow that was long

Not Happening (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of torture, brain washing, ptsd/nightmares and killing. Request: ... reader is a superpowered teenager that the avengers took care of after finding her in a hydra base. She’s still trying to fit in but the government is trying to take her away due to her past crimes when she was still controlled by hydra ...

Scratches (Avengers X Male!Reader) Warnings: Sexual mentions Request: … Where male reader was training and took his shirt of and the avengers see he has scratches(from late night activities) on his back and tease him about it and he comes up with a sassy response. The whole late night activities don’t have to be detailed

No More Fighting Pt 1 (Avengers X Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Death of character Request: ... before the battle cap and iron have a fight but the reader plays peacemaker and makes everything alright. At the battle the reader sacrifice themself to help the avengers get away before getting captured ... but the avengers think they k.i.a. And at the funeral cap and iron make peace for the sake of the reader

Ranger (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Fighting Request: .... a steampunk style and meets the avengers after they see her beating up bad guys or something ...

Testing Patience (Avengers X Fem!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Mild swearing Request: … a very calm reader who life with the avengers in the tower and one day she is mad at something and all the avengers are there and think she is very cute when she is angry and hug her and joke on her, and she gets more angy because they think she is cute …

Anomaly (Avengers X Teen!Male!Reader) Request: ... reader who is a powerful being and all they know about their life is that they’re human with powerful powers. Avengers are trying to capture them, they’re trying to capture him to question him. because he robbed a bank and seen what the reader could do. The powers he has are called Imagination Manifestation its like imagining something and comes true. And at the end he some how gets a job at avengers

Blind Meeting (Avengers X Blind!Reader) Request: ... reader is really nervous to meet the avengers because shes blind but peter assures her that itll be fine and the avengers end up loving her

Loyalty (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Torture, memory loss Request: ... reader gets compromised, tries to take down the avengers ... They refuse to fight her ...

Revenge Is Bloody (Avengers X Vampire Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Blood and gore Request: ... hydra operatives keep showing up dead drained of their blood? The team are called to investigate. Bucky is fine with it but everyone seems kind of nervous cause they don’t know what their dealing with. They find out it’s a girl in her teens that hydra experimented on turning her into a vampire and she was able to over power and hunt them down. They track her and she willingly goes with them to join the team.

Much Needed Sleep (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: passing out, swearing. Request: ... reader has insomnia and barely sleeps. She lies to the rest of them (the avengers) so they don’t worry. She has about 4 hours sleep a night, sometimes less. When she’s doing a mission, she collapses from exhaustion ...

Mistake (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Injury, death Request: ... one day the reader messes up badly on a mission and the avengers talk about how the reader let down So the reader quits and the avengers go looking for the reader and finds them and talks about how they’re sorry ...

Real Magic (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warning: Falling from heights, presumed deaths, dangerous stunts. Request: Peter and The avengers go to a circus they decide to go see a magic show, and tony is totally not buying it. It turns out the reader is the star, and her magic is real. Maybe they try to get her on the team. …

“Did you have to seduce the entire team!?” (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Request: … reader is young and beautiful and starts living in the tower with the avengers and she flirts with all of them just for fun, and all of them think that she is in love with them and at the end they start fighting ... and ask reader which one would she choose finally and she chooses ruce ...

I Don’t Know What I’d Do Without You (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Self conscious reader, teasing Request: Can you do a female reader, where she feels as if she isn’t worthy enough to be in the avengers, she feels as if she’s the odd one out. Nat overhears her talking to her friend on the phone about thinking about leaving and she gets the others to convince her she is worthy?

Auntie June Came Early (Male Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warning: Period time~ Request: … reader is in her days and Nat and Wanda are away, and the male avengers got nuts because they think she might be in a lot of pain and overprotect her and dont let her do anything, not even move, and she complain about the pain just once and they all freak out and she thinks is hilarious! ...

Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader. Request: ... reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.

Hello, I’m Pansexual (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of homophobia, anxiety. Request: ... reader’s part of the avengers and has powers, but is pan and struggling w how to come out to the team bc she’s scared they’ll kick her off?

Surprise! (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Sad emotions Request: … reader thinks everyone forgot their birthday but they were just planning a surprise party for them? …

If You Get Killed, Walk It Off. (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Grieving, supposed death, explosion, blood, death Request: … reader is in a mission with the avengers and then there is an explossion and the reader was in that building and everybody thinks that she died, and start to cry and remember how they love her, and finally she was ok, and goes with them and ask what happen? …

Help (Avengers X Reader) SERIOUS TRIGGER WARNING: SELF- HARM MENTIONS Request: ... a super angsty self-harm one with avengers.

Where Do Babies Come From? (Avengers X Child!Reader) Warnings: Mild swearing, sex ed talk Request: … reader is the little protect one sister of the avengers (like 12 years old) and she goes around the tower asking the avengers how babies are made. (she doesnt have a mom, so she doesnt know anything) and Tony freaks out because doesnt want her to grow up! …

Phantom (Avengers X Fem!Reader) | Part 2 Request: ... reader’s super badass the team rarely sees her shes like a ninja and according to clint who ever sees her outside missions will have a lucky day (lmao) and like when the teams having movie night shes just like standing behind them in the shadows ...

No Spoilers (Avengers X Reader) | Part 2 | Part 3 Warnings: Spoilers of AOU SET BEFORE AOU Request: ... reader from our universe gets dropped into the avengers.

One Last Goodbye (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Death, mourning. Request: … reader died during a mission. Fury give Tony a USB key and told him to watch the video with the rest of the avengers. on the video the reader is talking about how much she loved them and tells each avenger little facts that she loved about them and she thanks them for being her family. …

Birthday Girl (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Request: ... it’s the female readers birthday. She works with the Avengers but aside from that she doesn’t have any friends. She is having a bad birthday, the avengers don’t know. They find out it’s her birthday and surprise her, making it better. …

Welcome to the Family (Avengers X Elf!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of neglect Request: ... reader is half human, half light elf but you were taken from Alfheim and abandoned on earth when the dark elves attacked. (From Thor) The avengers find you and take you in. Thor offers to bring you home but you’ve gotten attached to the human world and decides to stay. You’ve especially gotten attached to Tony cause he treated you like a daughter since you were very young and petite. Smaller then normal elves

Not Your Fault (Avengers X Fem!Teen!Reader) Warnings: Mention of extreme injury, disability, guilt. Request: ... reader is Tony’s teen daughter and she is really good friends with everyone in Team Cap but then during the airport fight she gets hurt and is unable to walk again ... and then when she sees Team Cap again they feel really guilty specially because one of them caused the injury and Natasha feels angry at herself because she was supposed to be her mother figure and look out for her ...

Fitting In (Avengers X Adopted!Reader) Request: ... Tony, being known for his impulsive choices adopts a 14 yr old girl. She’s got the innocent girl next door look but she’s a complete devil. Nat loves her, Clint is afraid of her and Loki, Bucky and Sam are her partners in crime for evil pranks. All is well until she pulls a prank on Bruce and he hulks out. But even Hulk falls under her innocent spell and can’t seem to do anything to her.

Hair Pulling (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Hair pulling, pulling hair out Request: ... One of the Avengers finds out that the reader has trichotillomania and try’s to help them to stop?

Headaches (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of AoU, Illness, swearing, mention of getting high and drunk Request: The reader is sick all of the time and the avengers are concerned about them, so they have to try and convince the avengers that they’re okay in the long run ...

Killer Cupcakes (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Serious illness, near death Request: ... reader is like really sick/hurt and tries to hide it from the other avengers, but they find out and freak bc she almost died ...

The Ultimate Sacrifice (Avengers X Male!Reader) Warnings: Death of character, description of death, mourning Request: ... they’re trapped in a capsized (upside down) cruise ship and the reader ... sacrifices himself to save the group, based on the song My Immortal by Evanescence ...

Animals (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Swearing Request: ... reader is sort of spiritually connected with animals or has some sort of connection with animals where they just adore her ... and the avengers ... keep finding random animals around the tower and Tony keeps telling her off for it; secretly everyone finds it amusing and the reader knows this.

I Need My Family (Avengers X Reader) Warnings: Mention of harrassment, assault and swearing Request: ... reader is part time university student - part time Avenger ... and reader somehow gets into some trouble that involves the police, and they try to keep it secret from the others, but Steve finds out and tells Wanda, then they tell the others ...

Other Me (Bucky X Fem!Reader) | *PREQUEL* [Part 2] | Part 3 *Sequel Warnings: Needles, stabbing, blood, death Request: … reader joined the avengers before Bucky. He sees her as sweet, shy and innocent but during missions she’s a complete psycho? After missions its like nothing happened. So he asks Steve about it and he says she’s like that cause before missions they take her off her meds that keep her in check. If she doesn’t have them she’s kinda over the top angry.

Hidden Art (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Request: ... reader is a shy recruit at the Avengers and she doesn’t really talk to anyone and didn’t let anyone in her room, and one day someone walked to her room and found out that she was very good at art ...

Joining The Team Pt 1 (Avengers X Reader) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 ~Finale Warnings: Blood, Violence, torture Request: ... Avengers x reader fic, really angsty ...

Compromised (Neal Caffrey X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Nat kills someone, violence Request: ... Neal Caffrey (reader’s boyfriend) finds out she’s an Avenger, and the Avengers find out she has a boyfriend? Mozzie is protective of Neal and Nat and Bucky are protective of reader and try to scare Neal into backing off?

I’ll Kill Him (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of Domestic abuse. Request: Reader is the Avenger’s assistant and like a little sister to them, and one day she doesn’t come into work and Bucky goes to her house to make sure she’s OK and finds out she’s in an abusive relationship and helps her.

Where’s Nat? (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Blood. Looooots of blood. Request: teen reader has period and goes to avengers for help but Nat isn’t home – Tony is her uncle!

Not alone (Avengers X Reader) SERIOUS WARNING: SELF HARM MENTIONS. Other warnings: Getting shot. Request: Avengers see Reader’s self harm scars and confront her

Overprotective much? (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: One swear word, threatening, flirting, drinking and attempted murder by an overprotective brother. Request: ... reader is Tony´s sister and she is really beautiful (thats why Tony won´t introduce her) and the avengers are surprised and start bothering Tony and he gots really jealous and protective ...

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iamanartichoke · 3 years

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[please blacklist spoiler tags: #loki tv series spoilers, #loki series spoilers, #loki spoilers]

Yes, I did just watch episode 2 at 5:30 in the morning.

No, I am not sorry. Not at the moment, although when I inevitably crash later this afternoon, I will be.

Just some very, very quick - and scattered and messy - thoughts: That is a straight up lie; they’re definitely scattered and messy but not very quick at all.

Under the cut for spoilers and length.

I’m going to start with Loki’s characterization. My honest opinion is that Loki’s overall characterization feels like a fic characterization. He definitely is not Avengers Loki, like, at all. I don't know if Tom just, like, forgot how to play that Loki or ...?? That, or Loki was so much more mind-controlled than we realized and getting hulk-smashed just completely reset him back to zero but also fucked him up a little bit and affected his personality, kind of like how some people completely develop weird new personality quirks after a traumatic brain injury.

… yeah, I think that’s where I’m gonna land for now. TV series!Loki feels like a more-or-less canon version of Loki, but if that Loki got hit in the head really hard and now he’s just a little bit fucked up but overall no worse for the wear. Which - it may be that it’s so early in the morning, but that’s actually really fucking funny to me, lmao. God, I kill me. It’s not funny.

No, but, that’s pretty much how I feel. He’s ooc but he’s also ic, and the reason I’m not particularly bothered by the inconsistency, for lack of a better word, is because that’s what pretty much every fic Loki already feels like to me? (Including my own, so I’m not, like, saying that in a derogatory way.) Which is why I say Loki feels like a fic!Loki and to try to explain it better - there is always, for me, a little suspension of disbelief that I employ when I read fic. The reason for that is because the context, the plot, and the dynamics of the fic are usually pretty different than what we ever get in canon, so it becomes a matter of taking film!Loki and, like, bending him a bit in order to fit him into the perimeters of the fic.

The result ends up being that I don’t see the exact Avengers!Loki or TDW!Loki, and thus by definition the portrayal is ooc, but the version that I do see feels like a genuine extension of the canon version, possessing enough of Loki’s overall traits and characteristics that he feels authentic, albeit a bit pretzeled for the new context.

I honestly think that’s something that’s unavoidable, just due to the fact that in fic - and now, in this series - there are a lot more variables at play than there are in the films, wherein Loki is not just a supporting character but also the villain/antagonist and is therefore very limited in what he does/what the narrative allows him to do. When those limitations are taken away, what are we going to see? Probably a lot of different things, and yeah, a lot of them are going to feel a little ooc. And, like in fic, even if the characterization mostly lands, there are definitely bits and pieces (some fics more than others lean this way) where the author didn’t stick the landing or got carried away or otherwise probably forgot for a while that they were writing Loki, not their own OC.

That’s the point where it strays into cringe territory for me (and where the ‘heh, he’s Loki but with a brain injury’ aspect comes in), but while I had to consciously decide to just ignore those moments, overall the tone in this episode felt a bit more balanced between the new, the old, and the cringe, and less whiplash-y from the beginning of the episode to the end.

… I have no idea if that makes sense, but what I’m basically saying is that while I am enjoying this version of Loki, I do recognize all of the ways he’s ooc but, unlike how I feel about Ragnarok!Loki, the ooc-ness feels genuine and unavoidable rather than just a fundamental and careless misunderstanding of the character altogether. In other words, I feel like any ooc-ness here is happening despite the writers taking care to do their best, and isn’t just a result of Loki being lazily written by a person or persons who just doesn’t want to bother with him at all.

Again, I don’t know if that makes sense, but fuck it, there we are and I’m moving on.

I liked all of the little details, including again, things that felt straight out of fic, like Loki asking Mobius why he has the jetski magazine. (Also, if any of my thorki friends read this, was I the only one who noticed that when we see Loki reading the magazine, it just happens to be open to a page with a picture featuring a jet skier who looks like Thor? l.m.a.o.)

Loki interrupting things to explain the difference between illusions vs the other power (I can’t remember which one, off hand, and if I stop writing to go look it up I will lose my train of thought and not finish this) was great, but his overall input and contributions to the missions inspired very mixed feelings for me. On the one hand, I loved that the narrative, via Loki, is reminding us of all these things that he’s capable of that the films generally left out or brushed aside or ignored - but, every time he spoke, he was met with eye rolls and sighs and just a general feeling of “someone please shut this guy up” and I didn’t like the narrative treating him that way.

But also, it’s understandable bc none of the people on his team are actually on his team. None of them want him there (story of Loki’s fucking life), none of them trust him, and none of them are particularly interested in hearing what he has to say. So it’s like, I understand why they reacted the way they did, and I don’t think their reactions are meant to support an overall narrative undermining of Loki’s skills and input - but, the tone is hard to read for me bc I am very defensive and protective of Loki. I can’t quite determine the line between the TVA agents being unreliable narrators (ie, they’re annoyed by Loki bc of who he is to them, but that doesn’t mean the audience is supposed to feel the same) and the TVA agents validating that Loki is just being a nuisance (and, thus, the audience is supposed to feel the same).

That is, I know how I am consuming the narrative (that they’re unreliable narrators), but I’m not sure if that’s how tptb are intending for me to consume the narrative - and I guess it doesn’t really matter, but it’s worth mentioning.

In general, I really liked, again, Loki existing in his own space and watching the way he carried himself. I especially found it interesting that his hands were almost always in his pockets - for one thing it's a stance I tend to imagine him taking often in fic, but also it’s kind of a weird choice bc pockets don’t seem to be a thing in Asgardian clothing. It makes me feel like Loki is the kind of person who never knows what to do with his hands but is always conscious of them, as is common among anxious and self-conscious people, and I just find that relatable on a weird level.

I am really kinda torn on Mobius in this episode; when not interrogating Loki, he’s much less antagonistic toward Loki and therefore I’m more inclined to take-him-or-leave-him but I’ll go ahead and take him I guess. Yet at the same time, bc he’s not interrogating Loki he’s also not trying to put on a show for Loki and when you take that away, he really doesn’t seem to like Loki at all. It supports that Mobius only wants what Loki can do for him and doesn’t actually particularly care about him as a person, which is fine and more or less what I figured, but it contributes to me not really being able to decide how I feel about him in general. Idk, though, I kinda like their dynamic? Like I want them to end up friends?

Regardless, Tom and Owen have amazing chemistry and it’s really funny to me bc (not to be a jerk) I honestly didn’t know Owen Wilson could act. Like, I’ve never seen him in a role where he wasn’t just playing Owen Wilson. So for him to not only be playing Mobius so well but also having such chemistry and a sense of holding-his-own against Tom Hiddleston is like, color me surprised but pleasantly so.

I like B-15 a lot, even though she obviously hates Loki, so idk why I like her but I do. I like Renslayer less, but meh. (Side note - when I was in undergrad in Syracuse, I took the Amtrak from Syracuse to Boston and back more than a few times, for reasons that aren’t relevant, and that route always had a layover at Albany-Rensselaer and every single time I see Renslayer’s name, I want to call her Rensselaer instead.) Shout out to the guest appearance by Casey, sorry Loki stole your juice lmfao.

The moments from the trailer that were very cringe were less so in context (though still kinda cringe, tbh). I think we’ve seen most of the content from the trailers in the first two episodes now, though, which means going forward, it’s going to be like 95% previously unseen material (aside from the brief apocalyptic shots and so forth).

One thing I fucking loved was how Loki, reading about Ragnarok, was visibly affected and even teared up a bit, and you could tell he was in his feels about it, but then later when Mobius expresses sympathy, Loki is just like, “Uh huh, very sad, but anyway.” It was a subtle (well maybe not that subtle) but effective way to remind us that what Loki presents to other people is more often than not a mask and he keeps his true feelings close to the chest. It makes last week’s breakdown have even more of an impact, I think, bc clearly Loki was at the end of his rope to allow himself to show that much raw emotion and vulnerability, but also - for me - there’s a niggling little doubt there that wasn’t there before, in that there was probably more performance in it than I thought.

By which I mean, I think his reaction to the film of his life when he was alone was genuine but, while I previously thought his admission to Mobius later was also genuine, I now think was probably half genuine and half performative. I know others already figured that out, but I’m a little slow and, also, I don’t mind changing my opinion and interpretation from week to week.

Along the same lines, I wasn’t exactly surprised to see that Loki is “undercover” in the TVA, but it was nice to see it acknowledged fairly quickly. Not sure I buy that Loki wants to overthrow and rule the TVA - it’s still a little too “Loki only wants a throne” for me, but again, just because that’s what he told the variant doesn’t mean that’s actually what he’s after.

And, finally, I like the variant, I love Loki’s reaction to seeing her, and while I realize that the show has acknowledged Loki’s gender fluidity and we’re meant to assume that Lady Loki (I guess? Not sure if we’re going with that or not here) is Loki, I saw a theory somewhere about how this is actually not Loki-Loki, but - I wanna say her name Sophie but that’s the actress, again I can’t go look it up bc I will lose my train of thought - but it’s a character who is similar to Amora and who was created by Loki and models herself as Loki but she’s actually someone else.

Ugh I can’t remember the details of the theory, but I am kinda going with it bc I don’t think that Loki would look so - not surprised but just kind of “oh, well, I wasn’t expecting that” if he were seeing the female version of himself. Like, he doesn’t seem to recognize her the way I assume he would recognize himself, male or female. Not only does that make me feel like she’s actually someone else, but also not recognizing her as the female version of himself doesn’t necessarily mean Loki doesn’t recognize her at all. He may very well recognize her as this other Amora-similar character and, if so, I really want to see how that character fits with MCU Loki (as I think she’s a comic book character but, again, I’d have to go back and find that theory).

Edit: I found a version of it here.

Overall score, B-. Mostly solid, but needs moar Loki breakdowns and tears. (That's just me, don't fucking judge me.) Also, I really hate that we have to wait a week between episodes. I wish they were following Netflix’s method of dropping the entire season at once but, then again, if they did that, I’m not sure any of us would survive.

I gotta get ready for work and I deleted and rewrote so much of this and it still seems nonsensical to me, lmfao fml. Anyway feel free to interact/send me asks/whatever, it’s going to be a long fucking day with all of this on my mind. I’ll be working my way through my dash as best as I can.

Oh, also! Loki is so fucking pretty in this episode! The TVA suit is ugly, but he makes it work, and his hair's combed nicely and he looks like he finally got an opportunity to sleep and shower and eat something and, yknow, it's working for him.

#loki tv series spoilers #loki series spoilers #loki spoilers #loki pokey artichokey #also thought it was interesting that as soon as mobius gave him the jacket #loki barely took it off and didn't go anywhere without it #lending even more credence to the fact that he likes to be as covered up as possible at all times

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I’m so fascinated by your she ra fan character! I’m trying to understand the storyline but it’s a little hard to find everything, and I was wondering if you would mind explaining it here?

Thank you very much! Her story is SUPER convuluted, I elaborated on it a bit on another ask about her relationship with Entrapta, but I’ll try to sum it up as cleanly as possible but a lot of different factors come into play so it still might be LOOONNGG. It’s also not a very happy story, unfortunately, but it would be helpful for me to get it all written down!

In terms of things that might be triggering, her backstory involves mention of a wide range of abuse. It won’t be explicit but I just want to be safe!

I’m actually gonna put most of it under the cut for the sake of anyone who follows me or any tags so they aren’t cursed with a mile long post on their timeline. I know the pain 😅

So here it is! I present A COMPREHENSIVE TIMELINE OF ALL THE BULLSHIT ARIA HAD TO PUT UP WITH!!!!

-For background context, she’s a Wingfolk, a species of Bird People native to Etheria who live in a kingdom built into a forest of giant trees named Ornithia. I could go on about them for hours but all you really need to know is that they have hollow bones to achieve flight (which is also the case for real life birds), which makes Aria’s body very light and frail. So she’s basically useless in physical combat which is why she never really defends herself. She was also a particularly weak flyer, which is why she doesn’t avoid a lot of situations by simply flying away.

-EXTRA BACKGROUND CONTEXT, Aria was born around the time the Horde landed on Etheria. Her father was a sorcerer at Mystacor, who had a reputation for ignoring ethics in the name of science. This all came to a head when a meteorite struck the surface of the planet; he rushed to the sight, stole it, studied it for a while, and after learning it had a powerful magic, decided to try a ritual in which he extracted the magic from the meteorite and fused it with his daughter’s soul. It took a few years for people to find out but when they did he was exiled for his actions, and Aria, still a child, was given to her mother.

-ONE MORE SMALL DETAIL: from about the age of 18/19 onward, she started having dreams about a mysterious figure made of blinding light who knew secrets about the universe and promised to find her one day so they could “finally be together again.” 3 guesses who THAT is lmao (hint: it’s Horde Prime)

-I won’t go into details about her childhood because we’d be here forever but the most important things you need to know are 1) Aria’s mother was a HORRIBLE parent and preferred to get blackout drunk rather than look after her children. 2) Aria had 4 younger brothers who, due to her mother’s negligence, she had to raise entirely by herself, which is why she feels responsible over others and has such a “nurturing” disposition, it was forced on her. 3) She took her brothers and ran away from Ornithia when she was 15, and built a home in a small woodland in the mountains of Dryl where she has lived ever since. 4) Throughout her childhood she befriended Princess Entrapta and the two were extremely close due to their isolated upbringings.

-When the BFS visited Dryl for the first time in Season 1, Aria was there acting as both a lab assistant and royal advisor to Entrapta, and joined the rebellion alongside her. Nothing crazy happened, but when Entrapta “died” Aria was beside herself with grief and ended up leaving the rebellion in order to go tend to Dryl, since it needed a ruler and as advisor it was her job to step up and take responsibility. Unlike the others, however, she refused to return to aid in the battle of Brightmoon, since she was kinda miffed at how the Princesses treated Entrapta (lookin’ at you, leash lady Perfuma) and was thoroughly pissed that they didn’t even TRY to go back for her, even if it was just to find her body and give her a dignified burial.

-Season 2 was when things truly went to shit. When the Horde came to claim Dryl, Aria resisted but was defeated pretty easily. When Glimmer and Bow came to scout out the situation, they saw her being hauled away and tried to save her but basically got caught in a stalemate where they couldn’t act because the Horde threatened to harm Entrapta if they acted. They told Aria to go with the Horde and promised that they would form a rescue party to save the both of them. But after they learned that Entrapta had joined the Horde by choice and had more important missions to deal with, rescuing her just..stopped being a priority. She wasn’t a rebel so they had no obligation to get her, so eventually they forgot about her entirely.

-Aria was kept as a prisoner for a while, but Entrapta found out pretty quickly what happened and went to find her. At that point Catra was growing frustrated with all the menial paperwork she had to do, and since she’d had experience being an advisor/secretary type, Entrapta basically proposed to Hordak that Aria act as his assistant in the same way she used to at Dryl. He accepted since it meant he would be spending less time running the Horde and more time building the portal. Aria was against the idea of helping him since she was still holding out hope that the rebels would come save her, but she was simply threatened with the classic Evil Horde punishments (torture, more torture, being locked in a cell for weeks without food or water, a tad more torture). So from mid-Season 2 to the end of Season 4, that was pretty much the position she was in. Being the Fright Zone’s resident desk jockey.

-Not much happened in that timespan, most of what occurred revolved around the portal incident and the aftermath. While Aria had been playing the part of Hordak’s pretty little secretary she was trying to find weak points in the Fright Zone’s security system so she could bust her and Entrapta out of there. Due to her and Hordak building the portal (and smooching lol) she’d been spending less and less time with Aria, which had been making her a little upset. She felt like someone she’d spent her entire life caring for was replacing her for something better, but her suspicions weren’t confirmed until she asked Entrapta about leaving together and she refused. That was the first small nudge towards a downward spiral. Then Catra returned with Adora and the Sword in hand and the Princesses came to stop the Portal. The rebels had come to save Adora and forgot about her. She was willing to forgive and join them, until they saw that she had been assisting the Horde, assumed she had betrayed them alongside Entrapta, and decided to leave her behind without giving her a chance to explain herself. That was the second, slightly stronger nudge that made her teeter over the edge of a breakdown. And then Catra told her that Entrapta had abandoned her to rejoin the rebels. While it was a lie, it was perfectly placed salt in the wound, and the straw that broke the camels back into her shifting allegiance and properly joining the Horde.

-Throughout Season 4 she had the same role as before, except this time she actually cared about her work, and had taken on the additional role of helping Hordak with his busted tech since Entrapta wasn’t around to do it. He had already come to rely on Aria for paperwork, but now she was helping him with his machines and they had a shared trauma over being “abandoned” by someone they cared deeply for. She was literally filling the void Entrapta left, and in a way they started to care for each other. Aria, being a hopeless romantic who had read about a trillion love stories about gentle protagonists who healed the evil monster men with their kindness, took to him like a moth to a flame and happily played the role of “the next best thing” against her better judgement. It wasn’t really a healthy relationship, but they did genuinely care for each other and found comfort in one another’s presence.

-It didn’t last, however. Catra was vaguely aware of the “thing” they had, and while she was indifferent for the most part, she was dealing with a downward spiral of her own, and she slowly became paranoid that Aria would distract him from completing their plans. In her poor, burnt out kitty cat frame of mind, the only way to deal with the situation was to get rid of her. So, deciding to kill 2 birds with one stone, she told Hordak that Aria had been jealous of his relationship with Entrapta, and SHE had been the one to send her to beast island. And Hordak believed her.

-I won’t go into detail about what happened after that, because it was VERY GRUESOME! We all saw how Hordak reacted when he found out what Catra had done in the original show. Now remember when I mentioned that Aria has hollow bones that made her incredibly frail and physically incapable of defending herself? Yeah. It was not pretty. Hordak wasn’t completely at fault, since he thought his anger was warranted, but by the time he’d learnt the truth and realised his mistake she was dead. In the space between the incident and learning what really happened he’d thrown her in the abandoned black garnet chamber with no food or water and basically left her to rot. He was EXTRA mad at Catra for pulling that with him, but he didn’t have time to grieve since he, Glimmer, Catra, and Aria’s lifeless corpse were beamed up into Horde Prime’s flagship.

-When Prime initially found her she was still dead. However, remember the healing magic that came from the mysterious meteorite that had now fused with her soul? Spoiler alert! It belonged to him. The meteorite was one of his most prized possessions, and the dreams Aria had been having were the magic’s attempts at trying to establish a connection with him across dimensions. (the meteorite was somewhat sentient. This is perfectly normal and well thought out writing I swear) And being reunited caused a huge surge of magical energy that resuscitated her, allowing Prime’s clones to give her some much needed medical help.

-After being pretty much comatose for 2 weeks Aria finally woke up, and was finally able to speak with Prime in person. When she found out that the “mysterious figure” from her dreams who had promised to find her was REAL and had just saved her life, she basically just latched onto him. She was, understandably, TRAUMATISED from the last 2 or so years of her life, so she was too scared to go anywhere else or trust anyone, so Prime didn’t even have to try to win her allegiance. He was also very happy to have his meteorite back, even if it now had a mortal body with skin and a face and a slew of emotional baggage. So she spends most of Season 5 being showered in love and affection by Prime and all her attendants, eventually being crowned Empress. While Prime was unequivocally evil and Aria was aware of that, he mostly sheltered her from what he was doing, in fear that her loyalty to him might falter. Maybe in a fun au she could’ve convinced him to leave Etheria alone so they could be together for longer, but alas, it was not to be.

-In the aftermath of the Heart being destroyed and Prime being killed, her downward spiral returned and shifted into OVERDRIVE. The people who had abandoned and neglected her took her one safe person away from her and they were being hailed as heroes for it. While she now knew that Entrapta had never abandoned her and was instead sent to beast island, seeing her get a happy ending with the man who had, to be quite blunt, physically abused and assaulted her, shattered any part of their friendship that might have been recoverable. She retreated into herself, taking over Horde Prime’s role as ruler over the Clones. She turned the Velvet Glove into their new home, trying to be civil with the other Princesses but eventually descended into a cold, bitter, vindictive Empress who ended up making terrible decisions as a cry for help.

-I’m still undecided on what to do with her after her fun villain arc, but I do know that in the aftermath she’d probably either step down from the throne so she could properly heal from her trauma, or work with her clones to fix up Prime’s flagship and get as far away from Etheria as possible and find peace in a new life away from everything that hurt her. I may also bring back Horde Prime from the dead through my sheer will to ignore canon so they can be together, since they are for all intents and purposes, soulmates. And I don’t think it would be very fair to let my poor hopeless romantic who just wants to be loved lose her handsome prince forever. I think it would be sexy if I committed necromancy I think.

ANYWAY...THAT WAS A HEFTY READ..SORRY IT WAS SO LONG, BUT THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! I CAN COME BACK TO THIS FOR REFERENCE NOW

TLDR: babygirl has had it ROUGH

#spop oc #she ra oc #aria

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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A Night on the Town- Hisoka x Illumi (Hisoillu)

What’s up y’all? Per an anon request, here is a Hisoillu story. Hisoka and Illumi go to dinner at a fancy restaurant to talk about a business contract when a single phrase or word causes them to change the subject. This story will see how they stand on their relationship. Are they only meant to be “friends” or more than? “A night on the town” is a British phrase that simply means someone going to a club or hanging out all night long. Boujee is an abbreviation of the French "bourgeois." A critical term used to describe people, things, and places that are definitively high-class. I am going to try my best to keep this in character. They feel comfortable to joke around each other only. I use places like Earth, Mars, and the US because I assume Yorknew is another name for New York. Yes, I mentioned some Voltron elements too. I love crossovers! Enjoy! Feel free to inbox me. FYI, there’s nothing wrong with eating chicken fingers as an adult. I hate steak and haven’t eaten it in over 15 years. Onto the story!

Rain fell from the sky hard as ever. The sound of the raindrops hitting multiple surfaces sounded like quarters hitting metal. Thunder clapped what seemed like every 60 seconds followed by an alarming amount of lightning. The white and red LED lights lit up the sidewalk in front, casting heavenly shadows on just about everyone that made their way in. “La Lune” is a 5 star restaurant located in the heart of Yorknew City. Tons of celebrities have had dinner there! Madonna, Rihanna, Beyonce, and so many more had taken funny photos with the chef and his wife, creating a memorable moment for everyone involved. Many take the atmosphere of this restaurant as something romantic. The lights were dimmed and the tables were lit by candle light. It seemed like everyone was being serenaded by their lover, except for these two of course. Their occasion was something far from being romantic. Both gentlemen agreed to talk about a mission that would require both of their efforts because if one did not agree, the other would parish. This mission drove them mad. Hisoka lost a few days of sleep just thinking about it!

You see, one of the country’s best space explorers has been running rampant through the streets. These students attended the Galaxy Garrison, a space college and were launched into space. While trying to bring back samples from Kerberos, they were attacked by aliens (known as the Galra), kept in another dimension, and once they returned they began to inflict pain on Earthlings just like how the Galra did to them. These students must have been experimented on because they possessed power that no Nen user could defeat.

Both gentlemen walked to the hostess desk and waited for their attention. Hisoka’s hair was covering part of his eyes. Many people found him attractive; so attractive that people would nudge him on the arm and mimic a “call me” motion with their fingers. What was it about him that people would just swoon over? Illumi stood behind Hisoka with his hands in his pants pocket, impatiently waiting to be seated. You can’t discuss aliens and brats on an empty stomach.

“How may I help you?’” The hostess smiled big as she cupped her hands waiting for his response. Her teeth were pearly white, almost appearing to be fake. But one thing was off about this woman. She stared mighty hard at his face and continued to smile. She seemed robotic. A smile appeared on his face as well; he swore she was undressing him with her eyes.

“Reservation for Gittarackur~♠?” Hisoka nearly said Illumi’s name instead.

“Right this way.”

She led them through a series of staircases and made her way to the rooftop. This building wasn’t too tall, but it was high enough. The roof was decorated with red table umbrellas, glass tables, candles, and hanging LED lights.

This is a little too romantic, Illumi. What gives?

She handed them the menu and walked away. Illumi looked to his right and left to ensure no one was close enough to hear what he was going to say. But before he could say anything, Hisoka opened his mouth and began to make unnecessary comments that got under Illumi’s skin.

“You tend to pick the restaurants with a noticeable romantic atmosphere. Care to tell~♥.?”

Illumi pressed his lips together.

“I do not pay attention to the atmosphere. I pay attention to good ratings and decent prices.”

“Oh! So, you’re a cheap date~♠!”

“This isn’t a date, Hisoka. We are talking about a mission that if it gets out of control, the whole human race will cease to exist as we know it.”

A waitress came over, introduced herself, and offered them a bottle of wine.

Did you plan this, Illumi?

Of course they accepted! Rosé was Hisoka’s go-to. The wine mellowed him out, made him more relaxed and bearable. He placed his thin fingers and sharp nails around the wide-mouth glass and sipped his drink. He smiled as Illumi disclosed more details of the mission.

“What are you saying, Illumi? I’m afraid I do not understand~♠.”

“Listen carefully. These groups of young adults have been experimented on by the Galra. Since their return, they've been stealing, beating, and even killing innocent people. Their excuse for this is by saying that “those people were bad people” based on rumors they’ve heard. They’re a menace to society, not to mention extremely dangerous. For the first time in 22 years, I’m a little worried.”

The waitress came back to take their order. Hisoka had never tried a streak before, so that is what he ordered. Illumi, the picky eater on the other hand, ordered an adult size of chicken fingers and fries. Hisoka gave him the shittiest look of the century. He placed his large hand over his face as he humiliatingly closed his eyes. Illumi squinted trying to ignore Hisoka’s stupid reactions.

“What’s the matter?”

“You embarrass me, Illumi~♠.”

“How?! What did I do?”

“We’re at a nice, romantic restaurant and all you order is chicken fingers, fries, and ranch?! Ma’am could you give us a moment~♠?”

“Absolutely.” Poor girl. Why did she have to witness that?

“What’s your problem, Hisoka?”

“You could have at least ordered the steak, salad, or both! Look around you! You’re going to be the laughing stock of this town! Try strawberry vinaigrette~♠!”

“Well, excuse me, Mr. Boujee! Chicken fingers are delicious and anyone can order them! Why would I order salad when I have lettuce at home?”

“Because it’s good for you~♠!”

“Salad doesn’t fill me up and neither does strawberry vinaigrette!”

They began to talk about the mission again. Illumi hid his fear behind his resting bitch face, but he didn’t know if he truly wanted to go through with this mission or not.

“I’m feeling cautious.”

“What for? I’m sure you can handle it~♣.”

“I can’t. I don't even think my grandfather can beat them.”

“Why so?” Hisoka drank from his glass again. Illumi did not disclose much info because he knew how Hisoka becomes when he’s tipsy. He begins to laugh and talk too much.

“They have an ability that can wipe out a Nen user within seconds.”

“Oh~♥?”

“Yes. They can disappear in the blink of an eye, they have this purple electricity shooting from their hands, and these specific men I see with gray masks that remind me of a plague doctor. They have no faces and they’re purple. Once that electricity hits you, it’s game over. They have the ability to determine if it's fatal or not.”

“Ouch. What’s the plan~♣?”

“Someone that I used to know will infiltrate the base that they’re hiding in. It will be difficult because they guard it but that is when my needles will come in handy.”

“But you didn’t have to cut me off…~♣” Hisoka sang.

“What? What was that, that you did just then?” Illumi was serious. This was no time to be joking around.

“What? I just finished what you started~♣.”

“What did I start?”

“You said ‘someone that I used to know’ and I responded ‘but you didn’t have to cut me off’. Don’t tell me you’re not aware of that song~♣.”

Hisoka smiled something softer than usual and laughed at Illumi’s clueless look. This was something he adored about him; the carelessness made him laugh so hard that he forgot about his troubles...if he had any.

“I understand why you brought me here to talk about stopping the Galra, but let’s enjoy this moment. Just you and I~♥.”

“Why? They are dangerous. They could be planning on destroying us as we speak.”

“You worry too much. Besides, everyone knows of your talent and even if they seem more powerful, I’m sure they’re keeping their distance from you.”

“I thought you’d be overjoyed at this opportunity. You can finally put those chrome cards to play.”

“Who said I wasn’t? I am but I’ve learned to hide my arousal rather well~♥.”

“You didn’t hide it well just a few seconds ago.”

“Touché’. But I was not talking about fighting then, I was talking about you~♥.”

“Hmm.” Illumi didn’t know what to say but one thing is for sure. Many, many feelings and thoughts clouded his mind and body but he didn’t know how to respond to them. He has known Hisoka for some time now and he knew of his ways; if he would just tell him how he felt, he might be surprised by his reaction. Hisoka has flirted and with him several times but for some reason he felt like if he responded he may not get a desired response.

Hisoka began to chuckle, more of a tipsy chuckle. He couldn’t hold back his laughter as he noticed how Illumi’s attitude began to change. Illumi immediately placed his wine glass on the table and squinted in confusion.

“What’s so funny, now?” He sounded a bit irritated but deep inside he was happy he asked.

“You’re blushing~♥.”

“What?”

Damn.

Was it that noticeable?

Sure was.

“I’m good! I never thought that I could make the oldest son of the Zoldyck family blush from my passes. That’s an achievement for me. So tell me Illu, do you dream about me too~♥?”

“Be quiet, would you?”

The magician couldn’t help but to release a hearty laugh so loud that people began to glance in their direction. Illumi frowned and crouched low towards the table.

“Stop it. People are staring.”

“What? I love it when people stare. That means I look good~♥.”

Hisoka continued to laugh. To add to Illumi’s social demise, he stood up from his chair, took a photo on his phone and captioned it: “Best date ever♦”.

“Don’t send that!”

“Oops. Sorry not sorry,” Hisoka gloated covering his mouth. “Guess you’ll have to catch me~♥.”

He continued to laugh but his laughter slowly began to come to a halt and wired down. Now he laid his head on the table, slightly drooling. Illumi decided that he had enough excitement for the night, so he threw three pins in his right leg, which was conveniently under the table. Hisoka had hinted earlier that he would be fine if Illumi ever made that decision. Following behind him for his entire life would be to die for. Illumi smiled as he looked at the man before him, finally silent.

“This might actually work,” he whispered to himself.

The moonlight casted a shadow on him as he admired the star on the sleeping magician’s face.

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i-mybrunettelady · 3 years

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Headcanon time: Nyra during personal story

So I just finished Under Siege (lvl60 personal story for Vigil characters) on my necro Siona (who isn’t canonically in any order, but is a warden captain) after a lot of time without doing said mission and I have thoughts

One of the NPCs actually says “It’s the warmaster! We’re saved!” and in general they place a lot of faith in you. Couple that with what the game says about Forgal, that he’s stern and tough and disciplined, and the fact that Nyra is 19 years old during Siege of Vigil Keep, this comes to mind:

She was trained for military and army and war from an early age so this isn’t her learning, it’s her implementing what she’s learned.

Forgal instilled in her an iron discipline, physical first, and to this day, she’s known for having this amazing discipline and form.

She’s also this insanely ambitious warrior at the time, freshly out of her grandfather’s shadow where she spent most of her early life, suggesting to join all three Orders together cause it just makes sense that they join. She wants a place at history, a chance to join the best and brightest of her people (Ascalonians, humans) and this is her chance to do so.

She’s always had a trait of fanaticism to her (I chose Fanatic’s Pauldrons during CC five years ago for her) so it makes sense that someone that well trained in all things warfare, from fighting to command, would pursue this course of action like a war-hound. She decides on it and nothing can stop her (turns out, not even death!)

I don’t often write about baby Nyra. She has the traits of a more mature Nyra, but less experience, her motivations are more selfish (she felt stifled by her grandfather who is likewise a strong personality, natural born leader, domineering without any real intent to be so and aware of it. She inherited most of those traits from him, so it makes sense they’d fight a lot and that she’d feel this way.) Yet, her sheltered worldview falls apart as soon as she joins the Vigil. She swore an oath to be a light in the darkness (which she still is) but that means a light to the charr too, and all her life she’s been told charr are evil and enemies. Suddenly she’s working under a charr, has helped in the branded areas with charr sentinels and this image of ALL CHARR ARE EVIL falls apart cause... she actually met the charr.

I headcanon that Forgal also slapped the living daylight out of her when she mentioned something about “charr are (insert bad thing here)” and I don’t think that she ever forgot about it. Forgal was instrumental in her letting go of racism and her upbringing’s prejudices. Naturally, it’s a process, but one that started back then.

It’s also her second big loss, Forgal, a father figure, but this time she’s not getting him back like she got Deborah. Again, a sense of tragedy cause remember, Deborah disappeared and was presumed dead when Nyra was 15 and she would’ve jumped through the Mists to get her back. Same with Forgal.

We joke about how Comm must seem unhinged to pretty much everyone by now, but I think Nyra did so even before all the shit that happened to her. She brings chaos, she knows how to navigate it, she has big ideas and an even bigger determination to make them reality, prepared to do just about anything, so run, hopefully you can outrun a centaur (Nyra and centaurs is a topic for another day) cause a wild Nyra is out

#gw2 #headcanon time #alysannyra #nero's artsy corner #why do most of these happen to be about nyra #she's a unit i know #but give others a spot for once lady heh #jk jk i love her #she's a UNIT #but yeah this has been on my mind for a while #and this part just triggered it all like an avalanche #here's a glimpse into baby nyra before she faced the shit she did #and came out howling #like you do #i love her a lot k

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rainbowvamp · 3 years

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A Series of Confessions

5k. Albion Party “The Blessed Ones” The Princess Bride AU on AO3

Warnings for mentions of trauma. Last Gwen&Merlin Chapter before we focus on Lancelot and Morgana again.

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A servant comes down while Gwen and Merlin are eating dinner and tells them that the King wishes to see them. Merlin tells Gwen to stay as he takes the audience with the king and comes back with a look on his face that makes Gwen worry her bottom lip.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, and Merlin shook his head.

“I’m afraid we’ve been offered a position it will be hard to refuse.” He looks ups and bites the inside of his cheek, eyes hard and fist clenching at his side. Merlin doesn’t anger easily and Gwen is immediately worried, standing and taking his hand in hers, wordlessly begging him to confide in her.

“The messenger, that knight. Did he ever mention that the prize for healing Morgana was serving as court physician?”

Gwen’s eyes widened and she tightened her grip on Merlin’s hand. “No. He never said any such thing.”

“No. I didn’t think he had.”

Gwen swallows hard. “Is it too late to run away?” She asked with a short, nervous laugh. Merlin unclenched his fist and turned his hand to take hers, smoothing his thumb gently over the back of it.

“If you want to, we can. I just don’t know how far we’ll get. The king was very insistent. I tried to refuse and he… well, it didn’t sound like he was going to take no for an answer.”

“We have a whole life, a village that depends on us.” She said, but he shook his head.

“He promised the current physician would be sent to see to them. He’s also very pleased that you’re a midwife.” Merlin frowned, but he squeezed her hand when he felt it tense. “I’ve told him you’re very shy, but that I would pass along the compliment.”

She laughed. “You’ve made me look helpless.”

Merlin smiled wanly. “I was more worried about keeping you away from Uther than I was saving your face.”

She sighed, squeezed his hand back so he’d release it. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Merlin eats his supper while Gwen reads a book she’d brought with them. She was learning to mix herbs herself, and the book was proving more useful than Merlin, whose teachings were sporadic and often included lengthy tangents that were hard to follow. She’d already managed to impress him a few times with her recommendations.

“Elyan will hate this.” She says offhandedly when she’s finished the section on rosemary.

“I was thinking we shouldn’t tell him.” Merlin said with a slight shrug and Gwen made to protest, but found that she rather agreed with him.

“He’s due to visit soon.”

“And we have to go back and get our things eventually.”

She hated that his suggestion was actually very sensible. Damn it all.

“I suppose we do.”

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The crown prince comes in and Gwen’s worst fears come true. She stays to the side while Arthur confronts Merlin, but it doesn’t go as badly as it could. In the end the prince says thank you, but Gwen still worries.

“Do you think he suspects?” She asked, but Merlin just shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter. He didn’t make accusations, and that’s good enough.”

—

Gwen finds she doesn’t hate being the court physicians assistance as much as she thought she might. Uther is never sick, so she never has to see him. While Merlin is often called away to tend nobility, visiting or local, Gwen is often left to attend the servants and to see to people in the lower town. Sometimes she has to call for Merlin, but often she is able to help without him. It’s not much different from working in the village, only she has less time to study because she has significantly more patients, and she isn’t by Merlin’s side quite so much. She finds it rather lonely.

One night when they’re having supper, Merlin addresses their separation.

“I didn’t realize how much I’d grown to depend on you.” Merlin said and Gwen titled her head in silent question. “I’ve let myself get sloppy. Took me nearly ten minutes to find what I needed in my bag this morning.”

“You’re a mess.” Gwen confirmed. “You were actually always a mess, but whatever terrible system you had in place, I made better. Now you’re out of practice.” She smiled teasingly at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Can never resist the urge to take me down a peg, can you?” He laughed, goodnatured.

“You’d get a big head otherwise. What would the court do if their physician floated away from an inflated ego?” She took a sip of her drink and he threw his napkin at her. It barely brushed her elbow, but they were both grinning, so no harm was done.

“I want you to come with me on my rounds tomorrow. There’s no need for us to be separated.”

“Hmm, no good. I’m seeing an expectant mother tomorrow for her mid pregnancy check. She’s been complaining about backpain and a few other aches.”

Merlin laughed. “Let me go with you then. Show me what you’ve learned.”

Gwen just shrugs and the next day they start to make rounds together, unless Merlin was attending a nobleman.

—

They’d been staying in Camelot for a year when Gwen had to see her first noble patient. Merlin had tried to get her out of it, but when it came down to it, he’d needed the help. There were 8 injured knights come back from a failed scouting mission, attacked by a band of what they claimed had to be fifty men. With only two casualties to speak of, Gwen was surprised they hadn’t been hurt worse.

Gwen tries to focus on making her hands move, and pulling the right potions and herbs and making poltices. She tries to not think about all the Camelot red and blood that reminds her too much of being 15 and helpless. She tries to keep her hands gentle even when they are shaking.

“I assume you’re not used to such gruesome scenes.” The knight she is tending tells her as she wraps a wound on his arm. It has already been stitched shut by Merlin, but he left the herbs and the poltuce making to her.

“I can’t say I am.” She says quietly, trying to focus on her work and not on him.

Was this one of the knights who stood by and watched her father be slain?

“I’m sorry you’re being tested this way. But if it’s any consolation, you’re doing as well as any battle field nurse I’ve ever known.”

“Thank you.” She says, because she can’t rebuff a compliment from a nobleman, no matter how much her hands are shaking.

“It’s Sir Leon.” He tells her, and she looks up at him again, for the first time since she’d started working on him.

“Oh, the messenger.” She says, recognizing his blue eyes and curling hair from that strange bow her first day in Camelot.

“I’m usually much more than that, but yes.” He smiled at her, and she went back to tending his wounds.

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In the nearly three years she spends in Camelot, Gwen is content. No new friends made, but no fewer friends than she’d had after leaving her own village. She finds it easy to disappear into shadows when she isn’t working, and that’s probably why when Prince Arthur storms into the physician’s quarters, he doesn’t pay her any mind.

“What did you give Morgana?” He asks through gritted teeth, already seething and angry. Gwen tries to find something to occupy herself, turning her back to the prince to try and hide her own anxiety at the question.

Merlin has no need to hide though.

“What is this about? I haven’t seen the Lady Morgana in years.” Merlin doesn’t even look up from the book he’s studying to say this, as Gwen can so clearly see out of the corner of her eye. She’s never understood how Merlin can be so brazen to nobles.

“When you first came here, you gave her something. It made her better, but it also made her forget her fiancé, didn’t it? Or, she forgot that she loved him, or that she was hurting, or something!” Gwen flinches when Arthur raises his voice, hiding her face behind her hair, loosened after too long spent tied up had left her with a throbbing headache. It was actually rather improper that her hair be loose in front of him, but she hadn’t exactly had time to fix it or even put a cap on.

Merlin puts his book down. Gwen can hear the spine being placed on the table, and she dares not look at the exchange unfolding. “I gave a sick girl medicine and I helped her get better, My Lord. That’s my job.”

“How is it better to forget your love?!”

Gwen finds herself asking the same question.

Of course, Merlin has an answer. He always has an answer.

“She was dying for him, Arthur. Doesn’t your friend deserve a chance to live her life, free of pain?” Something about the way that Merlin says it, the tension in his voice like he’s holding something dangerous back, makes Gwen look back at them. She can only see the back of Merlin’s head, but something about the set of his shoulders worries her. It’s too tight. Merlin is never tense. She finds herself moving closer to them to try and get a better look at Merlin’s face.

“Life is full of pain. You can’t simply get rid of it. What sort of heartless bastard are you?” Arthur gnashes his teeth and Gwen sees the flash of gold in Merlin’s eyes that means he’s suppressing his magic. She moves forward, quickly, determinedly, when Merlin stands up like he means to confront the prince.

Now is not the time to be brave. Because they are in the wrong and the prince seems to know it.

Gwen makes up an appointment. She’s a terrible liar, but she acts like she’s sure, like they had just come back to the room for supplies so they could see to an earlier than expected birth, and the Prince seems to believe it, because he lets them go, Gwen barely having time to take a cap from the table while Merlin grabbed the wrong bag for delivering babies.

Gwen quickly braids her hair and tucks it away. It’s a terrible job and she’ll have to detangle it more than unbraid it, but it can’t be helped. They go to the stables to retrieve their horses, and Gwen doesn’t dare speak until they’re outside the castle gate and on the quiet streets of town.

“Is that true?” Is what she finally asks when they’re away from anyone who might here them, drowned out by the sounds of the night.

“What?” Merlin asks, but she can tell by the way he holds his shoulder’s tight that he knows exactly what she’s asking.

“Did you make her forget her fiancé? Is that why she’s so much better.”

“Guinevere, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Don’t use my full name with me. I gave her that potion myself, trusting that you knew what you were doing. I have a right to know.” Gwen felt her own hackles rising, disturbed by Merlin’s reluctance to answer. She feared the worst.

Merlin runs his tongue over his teeth, keeping his eyes straight ahead as they continue to ride. “It is safer for you if you don’t know.”

“I don’t care. I deserve to know what I’ve done to that poor girl.”

“What I’ve done. You did nothing but give her the potion. I choose it. You don’t have any culpability here.”

“Yes, I do. I could’ve asked. Should’ve asked. I’d never seen you use it before, and I didn’t know what it did. I administer it to her myself, and I should’ve known what it did first. That’s on me.” Gwen stops her horse, forces Merlin to stop and look at her, not to focus on the road ahead. “Tell me, Merlin.”

“She didn’t forget her fiancé.” He finally said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes were closed in the dark, and his skin looked paler than normal. Maybe it was just the moonlight. Maybe not. “I couldn’t have done something like that without a spell. It’s- The potion is harmless. I’ve used it before with no ill effects.”

“Then what does it do? Explain it to me, Merlin, because I’m starting to feel like an accomplice to a terrible deed and I need to understand.”

“It… it’s like a painkiller for the heart. When I give someone a draught for pain the pain doesn’t go away, it just becomes more distant, harder to feel. The potion I gave her made it impossible for her to feel hopeless and sad because of the loss of her fiancé and parents. She still loves them, still misses them, but the pain has been numbed.”

“And what gave you the right to do that to her?” She couldn’t believe this. Couldn’t believe what Merlin had done.

“She was dying, Gwen!” Merlin is very rarely curt with her, but his outburst makes her sit back in her saddle, her horse trotting in place uneasily, held still only by Gwen’s firm hand on the reins. “She was dying, and I’m not sorry. I knew what the potion would do. I knew it would save her life, and the cost was just her pain. How is that wrong?”

“You didn’t ask her, didn’t even tell her. What must she think of herself, for just completely forgetting to mourn her family?”

Merlin shook his head. “You don’t understand. You’ve never been in love, never felt the loss of it. It’s devastating, Gwen, and I did what I did to save her life.”

“Don’t I? What, because I’ve never loved someone and lost them? Why am I here, Merlin? Why do I travel with you? I watched my father die, murdered in cold blood. But of course, I can’t understand how devastating it is to lose someone you love.” Gwen clicked her tongue and turned her horse, heading back to the castle. She couldn’t even look at Merlin, she was so hurt. She swallowed back the pain of it, willing her eyes to stay dry.

“I didn’t mean-“ behind her Gwen heard Merlin’s own horse turn around to follow her, and she urged her horse to speed up, just a little. She wasn’t going to run through the streets of Camelot in the middle of the night, but she was not above keeping a faster pace to stay ahead of Merlin. “Damn it all.” She hears Merlin mutter to himself, forcing his horse into a brief gallop to catch up with her. “Guinevere, that isn’t what I meant. Of course it’s not. It’s just- It’s very complicated.”

“Then uncomplicated it. Give me the beginners version, do something, Merlin, because insulting me is far from what I was expecting from you tonight.” Gwen didn’t look at him, keeping her gaze steady ahead of her.

He sighed, “Fine. When we get back. I’ll explain.”

“Good.”

They stable the horses, and Gwen leaves a lie with the stable hand that it had been a false alarm. No baby, just false contractions. If Arthur happens to enquire about why they’re back so early, that should suit him.

In their rooms, Merlin collapses onto the bench of their work/kitchen table immediately, head in his hands and palms rubbing at his eyes. Gwen puts away their supplies and waits for her answer.

“You’re not going to like this.” He tells her, and her lips thin.

“I already don’t like it. I would like to understand.”

Merlin laid his head down on the workbench, forehead against his folded arms, and said something that Gwen didn’t quite catch, speech muffled by the cage of his arms and the table.

“Come again?” She asked, taking her hair out of her cap and inspecting the damage.

Merlin lifts his head, resting his chin where his forehead had been, eyes closed like he was exhausted by the effort of speaking. “I said, I used it on myself.”

This gives Gwen pause from trying to detangle her curls with her fingers. “The potion you gave Morgana?”

“Yes.” His eyes stay closed for a few seconds, and then when he finally looks up at her, his expression is almost blank. “I know it’s safe, and I know what it takes and doesn’t take, because I’ve used it on myself.”

Gwen leaves her hair, tangled and forgotten to take a seat across from Merlin, her good friend of many years now. She feels like she should take his hand, or give some sort of reassurance, but his body is so tightly wound she’s afraid he’ll react badly to any attempt at comfort. “How long ago?”

“Long before we met. Before I met Elyan, even. I know it works, and it makes life manageable, bearable. The only way out of that sort of loss is through it, you know that. But you can’t make it through it if you’re dead.”

Merlin’s bright blue eyes are wet, but not yet crying. They shine with the pleas of a man who just needs to be told that someone understands. And Gwen does understand, but that doesn’t mean she thinks it’s right.

“She didn’t know what the potion would do. I don’t think it was right to give it to her without at least telling her what the effects would be.”

“There’s not way to explain the effects without including magic. It’s a matter of our safety that I didn’t. Nothing else would’ve worked, Gwen. I did what I had to do.”

Gwen swallowed, but held her ground. “How can you know that? You didn’t try anything else.”

“Not on her.” He muttered, darkly, and Gwen can feel an answering darkness forming inside of her.

Who had he lost? What had he tried? What had driven Merlin to such desperations?

“Who?” She asked, and he laughed, but it was bitter, cold. Not toward her, she didn’t think, but it was hard to tell. He was so rarely like this, and his intentions were hard to read.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s been dead for a very long time. It’s been ages since I thought of him.”

“That’s terrible.” Gwen whispered, thinking about her own father, her mother, who she still thought of nearly every day, who she remembered fondly, if painfully, even in her darkest moments. “It must be hard to forget.”

“I didn’t forget him.” He repeats himself, and Gwen wonders if he’s saying that for her benefit or his own. “I just disconnected myself from the pain of remembering him.”

Gwen hears “him” over and over, and wonders if she wasn’t so far off when she asked if Merlin preferred the company of men. But he didn’t offer the information, and she wouldn’t pry.

“Is the potion why you said you couldn’t love?”

Merlin closes his eyes, inhales slowly before looking at her again. “Yes. It’s not why I don’t love you, but it is why I can’t love.”

“So you’ve taken any ability Morgana might have had to love again as well.”

Merlin shook his head, another dark, sad huff of laughter passing through his lips. “She would never have loved again. Not like that.”

“How can you know-“

“I’m tired.” Merlin stands up and brings the conversation to a sudden halt. “I’m going to bed. I don’t feel like answering any more questions.”

Gwen is left at the table, mouth open and head swimming with questions. She is all at once angry at Merlin, and sorry for him, and aching, painfully aching, for him.

She wipes at her eyes, even though no tears have fallen, but finally gets up and gets ready for bed. She sleeps in the back room that they’re meant to share, but have found better for their sanity that they don’t. She hears Merlin putting his cot out, but the clanking and clattering is far louder than it usually is.

It’s a long night, filled with anxiety and fear. She wonders if she should tell the Lady Morgana, if it would betray Merlin’s confidence if she did. She dismisses the thought rather quickly, since Merlin was right and Magic would be the most likely culprit for what had been done to her. She was angry with Merlin, and thought what he did was wrong, but she didn’t want to see him strung up and made an example of. She didn’t want to see him burned or beheaded.

So, late in the night, despite her fears, she decided that she would keep her mouth shut, and simply say nothing.

Time goes by and Gwen becomes more skilled. She and Merlin go back to separating their duties, Merlin staying on call in the castle while Gwen attended to the inhabitants of the lower town.

They don’t see much of each other outside of the mornings and the evenings. Even the castle staff takes notice and a few of the maids ask her if things are alright with her husband. She smiles, nods, gives as little of an answer as she can manage, but never dares confide in any of them. [ 8/15/21, 4:39 PM Leon notices this, and hears whispers that the physician and his wife have had a falling out. He knows her name from the servants, Guinevere, and it is like a prayer to him. He loves her so dearly. The other knights rib him for being so obviously infatuated with a married woman, but Leon is stuck. She’s beautiful, and kind and he hears nothing but good things from the people in the lower town who she sees to. She’s a competent healer and Leon is smitten. He’s sorry that she’s fallen out with her husband, but he wonders if maybe it means there’s a chance.

Of course there isn’t as soon as he gets up the courage to ask her a simple question he notices that she and Merlin are on the ups again, and he loses his nerve. ]

With time the gossip dies, moving on to the next interesting thing, and Gwen’s life calms down. She and Merlin return to some semblance of normal, but she and Merlin maintain their separate rounds.

This peace doesn’t last long before she comes home from a round in the lower town and finds Merlin packing.

“Where are you going?” She asked, setting her bag down and examining the chaos of their rooms.

“I’ve been fired.” Merlin said while shoving clothes into a travel bag that had been put away since they’re first moved their things to Camelot.

“What? Why?” Gwen goes to Merlin, trying to catch his eyes, and she gasps when she sees the bruise forming on his cheek. “Oh, Merlin,” She reaches out to touch his cheek just beside the bruise, but he pulls his head away, snapping at her, “Don’t.”

“Let me put some salve on it, at least. Who did this to you?” She went back to her bag to get the salve, despite his protests.

“His royal pratness, the crown prince, takes issue with my medicine. He came here and demanded that I reverse Morgana’s mind sickness, make her ill again.” He scoffed. “He doesn’t understand. None of you do. I can’t- I can’t even describe the difference in my demeanor before and after I took that potion, Gwen. The only thing I could think about before was how much I missed him and how much I wanted to join him in the afterlife.” Merlin swallows hard, like it might hurt him to remember, but he blinks and the pain is gone again. “I did what was best for her, and I don’t regret it, no matter how many people frown at my methods.”

Gwen has fought this battle with him too many times. She just sighed and went to her room to start packing her things.

It takes him a few minutes to realize that’s what she’s doing, apparently, because when he calls to her, he sounds surprised. “What are you doing?”

This, to Gwen, seems like a silly question. “I’m packing. You said we were fired.”

“I said I was fired. He never even mentioned you. You could stay if you wanted.”

Gwen popped her head around the door to look at him with raised eyebrows and an apprehensive smile. “And what part of working for the man who murdered my father do you think is most appealing to me, exactly? The fact that he doesn’t know my name, or the fact that he still carries my father’s stolen sword around like a trophy?” She keeps her tone light, but she really can’t believe he even suggested that she might want to stay. “Don’t pack your medicine, I’ll do it. You always do a bad job.”

“I do not!” He protested, but she could hear the smile in his voice even after she moved away from the door.

Back home it was.

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The ride is actually very peaceful. Some things will be sent after them[ Leon offers to be on the one to go with their things, only to find Gwen is out on rounds when he arrives. ], but they’re gone by the next morning. A weight Gwen hadn’t realized had been pressing down on her suddenly felt relieved, and she sat a little taller on her horse when they exited the castle gates for the last time.

“We’ll never come back here.” He promised her, and she grinned.

“Good. I hate the king.”

“With good reason.” Merlin’s bruise had only gotten worse, and she was fairly certain he hadn’t put any salve on it. Silly man. She shook her head and they rode in silence.

After years of living in the castle, Gwen had forgotten what life on the road was like. It was more uncomfortable than she remembered, but she’d grown very used to sleeping in the same bed in a fairly warm castle every night, and was no longer used to the hard ground or the chilly nights.

Merlin puts their bed rolls together and lets her share his blanket and body heat the day before they reach their village. A few years ago, this might have made her blush, but Merlin was her friend, and he had seen her in so many varieties of undress that it didn’t really bother her to lay beside him in her shift.

Like that first night beside him, so many nights ago, she finds herself turning to the stars for comfort. It’s autumn, and the constellations have changed. She finds once again that she doesn’t recognize any of them, but an occasional cloud moves over the moon to cover the sky and she finds more joy in watching them pass than she would have in trying to count the stars.

“He used to love the stars.” Merlin said quietly, when Gwen was nearly asleep. She makes a soft noise of acknowledgement, turning her face in his direction without really opening her eyes. “All the constellations I know, I learned from him.”

“The one who you took the potion for?” Her words run together, but she’s slowly coming back to. He strokes her hair away from her forehead with gentle fingers and she finds it harder to want to rouse herself.

“Yes.”

“What was his name?” She asked, not to be nosy, but because she thought everyone deserved to talk about the people they loved. Merlin had certainly listened to enough of her stories about Elyan and her mother and father. It only seemed fitting she returned the favor.

“Gwaine.” Merlin said, and Gwen smiled at the sound. It was Merlin’s own tone that made her do it, the happiness of it infectious. “He was a drunkard, and a tavern brawler. Couldn’t stay out of trouble to save his own life, not that it ever needed saving. He was one of the most skilled swordsman I’d ever seen. Wonderful hair.” He laughed and Gwen found herself laughing with him.

“He sounds wonderful.” She can’t tell if she’s being sincere or not, but it doesn’t seem to matter to Merlin.

“He was.” He strokes her shoulder with his thumb absently, and when she finally manages to pry her eyes open, he’s not looking at her, eyes focused on the sky. “He was everything to me. When he left, he promised me he’d be back in six months, richer than anything, and we’d settle down somewhere.” His eyes become glazed, almost blank when he spoke again. “But he never came back. When I heard he’d been killed, I couldn’t move for days. A local village woman came to ask for help for her son, and she found me lying in my own filth, wasting away. She made me get up, wash, and see to her child. For a while, that was enough. Knowing I was needed and I had to go on kept me going.

“But every day that passed and left me without him became more and more unbearable. I’d read about the remedy in a book years before, and it was only when I started contemplating taking my own life that I finally managed to make myself find the brew and make it. It was the first time in months that I hadn’t felt the crushing weight on me. The side effects mean that I can’t love that way again, but I never would’ve. He was it for me. He was all I’d ever wanted. Without him, I was as good as dead.”

“So you forgot.”

“So I forgot.”

Gwen scoots forward and wraps her arms around him as well as she can, laying her head on his chest and giving him the best hug she can muster. “I’m sorry.” She whispered against his chest. “No one should have to go through that.”

“No,” He nodded, kissing the top of her head. “They shouldn’t.”

She keeps her arms wrapped around him until she’s sure the worst of it has passed, and then settles back on her own bedroll.

“Do you still hate me for what I did?” The question is trying to be light hearted, but Merlin won’t look at her.

“No. I never hated you.” She leaned her head against his and he closed his eyes, just breathing softly together for a few quiet moment. “I could never hate you.”

“You’re a better friend than I’ve ever deserved, Guinevere.”

“Nonsense.” She smiled and stroked her thumb over his cheek, pulling back so she could look him in they eyes. “There’s no such thing as deserves. Life threw us together and we made the best of it. I’d say we did fairly well for ourselves.”

His answering smile is soft, not disingenuous, but not entirely real either. “I’d say I came out with the better bargain. You keep me sane.”

“I try my best. You don’t make it easy.” She laughed and was pleased when he managed a real laugh of his own along side it.

“I haven’t told anyone about him in over ten years.” He said with a shake of his head. “I don’t think I could’ve chosen a better person to share with.”

“I’m honored.” She touched his chest and his eyes met hers, steel blue in the moonlight and on the very brink of tears. “Get some sleep. We have a long ride in the morning.”

He nods, and they don’t separate as far as they normally would. The gap between them is not entirely proper, but their friendship ran deeper than propriety. “Good night, Gwen.”

“Good night, Merlin.”

In the morning, she finds herself curled up against Merlin’s chest, with one of Merlin’s arms tucked around her. It’s the first time she’s ever woken up in a man’s arms, and she thinks it should feel different, strange, but it doesn’t really. It just feels like being near to Merlin. She wakes him and reminds him that they need to set off. He grumbles about wanting to sleep some more, but it’s half hearted. Neither of them speak about how they woke up. It doesn’t feel particularly necessary. They pack their things and set off, only a half day’s ride from home, now.

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Road Trips and Missing Persons (Part 23)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Virgil, Virgil & Janus, Logan & Patton, Emile & Remy, Roman & Remus & Janus

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Janus, Remus, Roman, Logan, Emile, Remy

Summary: Patton was just getting groceries. The next thing he knew, there was a knife at his throat and he was an unwilling uber driver. Virgil’s on the run after the murder of his dad, and it’s not just his paranoia that’s telling him he’s being chased down. He has to get somewhere safe, somewhere he can trust, and all he has is a couple of stories from his dad and a name: “Green Bellow Foods and Dispensary.”

Meanwhile, everyone else is trying to find a missing 15 year old, all with different pieces of the puzzle about where he is. It really is too bad that no one is answering their phones.

Notes: Secret Agents AU, knives, carjacking, kidnapping, murder mentioned, guns mentioned, pepper spray, blood mentioned, drugs mentioned, explosions, car crashes (more to be added)

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve affectionately named it the Goblin Brain Fic because it’s helping my brain actually get motivated for studying. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

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“Would anyone care to explain themselves?” Logan asked the room filled with the most frustrating human being he’d ever met. He must have infused his voice with the desired amount of ire, because everyone in the room seemed to wince simultaneously except…

“No thanks!” Remus chirped. Logan shot him a tired look and stepped forward. “Wait! Dad! No!” In a move he’d been using since Remus was a rambunctious child, Logan swiftly put him in a headlock.

“We’re going downstairs,” he told the others. His son was a bit wiggly when Logan started to pull him towards the elevator in the other room, but he didn’t actually put up a fight. In fact, the wiggling usually meant he was pleased with the attention.

He let Remus go when they got to their destination. The elevator was small enough that they ended up taking it in two groups. Logan ended up in an elevator with Lena, his sons, and his brother.

There were a couple of moments of awkward elevator music. “I am very displeased with everyone in this elevator,” Logan informed them all.

No one responded but Patton who patted him on the shoulder. Logan turned on him. “You are at the pinnacle of my ire.”

There were a few seconds of drawn out silence, and then Patton removed his hand. “Wow,” he said after a moment. “You could hear a pen-acle drop.”

“Kids, you no longer have an uncle,” Logan said coolly.

“That’s right,” Patton said with a smile despite the glare Logan was sending him. “You only have a puncle now.”

Roman snorted out a laugh but looked quickly away when Logan glared at him.

The elevator came to a stop and they climbed out of it. “You all go to the conference room while I wait for the rest. Except you,” he pointed at Lena and her bloody nose. “Fred can debrief me. You go get that checked out.” She shot him a thumbs up (because apparently the lack of disrespect for his authority had rubbed off on her) and wandered off towards medical.

“Um,” Roman said tentatively.

“Yes?” Logan asked, already even more tired.

“Also, Janus may or may not have a broken rib. At least he said he might have.”

“Why on Earth is he walking around, then?” Roman just shrugged in response to Logan’s question.

“And send someone down to look at his Janus apparently,” he called after Lena right before she turned the corner. “Anything else pressing?” he asked the three still with him. “No? Then I’ll see you all in the conference room in a few minutes.”

“Conference room 16 or 17?” Remus asked.

“Remus, everyone here is aware that room 17 is a broom closet,” Logan said. “No one is falling for that again.”

Remus sent him finger guns. “Conference room 17 it is,” he said turning to strut off down the hall. Roman shot Logan an awkward half smile before following after his brother, and Logan’s own brother jerked forward to smack his lips against Logan’s forehead before waltzing off after them.

Why was his family like this?

He turned to wait for the elevator to go back up to the factory and down again. He crossed his arms as it arrived. “You’re injured?” Logan asked as the doors opened.

Most of the occupants looked confused, but Janus looked slightly annoyed. “Remus,” he muttered.

“Roman actually,” Logan corrected. “I’m having someone sent down to look at you.”

“I’m f-”

“Don’t even try to argue right now; your second on my list today.”

“Remus is first?” Janus asked.

“Of course, Remus is first.”

“Where am I on the shit list?” Remy asked with interest.

“Somehow, only 5th.”

“Score!”

“But you’re inexorably moving up.”

“But I’m not in the top three.”

“No, my children and brother fill up the spots above you.”

“You said I was second,” Janus said with a frown.

“Yes,” Logan said. “Also, you’re grounded.” Then, he turned to walk towards the conference room.

“Wait, Logan, what does that mean?!” Janus asked his back.

“It means, Logan owes me a buttload of child support,” said Remy.

“I am not your kid. You are not my dad.”

“Sure, son.”

When Logan made it to the correct room, his family was already hard at work making his life a series of aggravations. Patton and Roman were already bent over some sort of project that involved markers, but Remus was missing. Before even stepping into the room, he turned to the opposite side of the hallway and opened the door to the supply closet.

“Get in the correct room before I make you get into the correct room,” Logan said.

“Come on dad, you know it’s not nice to force someone out of the closet.” On most days, Logan would not have found that at all funny, but today for some reason, it elicited a snort of surprised laughter. Remus smiled up at him from his seat on the floor like he always did when he’d done (or thought he’d done) something clever.

“Don’t,” Logan warned, wagging a finger at him, and trying to smooth the smile off his face. It was difficult since his chest was light with the relief of everyone he cared for being relatively unharmed. “Don’t. That doesn’t mean your forgiven. I am very, very unhappy with you.”

Remus just kept grinning.

“I’m relieved that you are safe and happy to have you back with me,” Logan said, “but I am also very angry.”

“Eh, that’s fair.”

“Now get out of the closet.”

Remus found it fit to obey him for the moment, and stood, following him to the conference room where the others had gathered. Patton had somehow found a stack of name tags somewhere and had managed to convince Roman to help him draw little pictures on them along with the names. Patton stuck one with a broom drawn on it onto Remus when he came in. He noticed Virgil’s had a knife drawn on it and Remy’s a cup of coffee. Logan’s own was, aggravatingly, a mobile phone.

Remy and Fredrick were currently forcing Janus into a chair while Roman avoided the glare the injured man was sending at him, and Emile was talking quietly to Virgil.

“Okay,” Logan said. “Let’s start with the ones who haven’t started to explain yet. Roman?”

“My phone got broken probably somewhere between Janus tackling me and hitting me in the face.”

“Oh, is that why Dad texted me about where you were a thousand times?” Remus asked

“Yes,” Logan said, “and you said you didn’t know.”

“I didn’t say that actually.”

“Remus.”

“I was in the middle of something! …And then I forgot.”

“And then it ended up in the bottom of a lake,” Roman said.

“And then it ended up in the bottom of a lake!” Remus agreed. “Along with Roman’s car and us for a minute.”

“You drove your car into a lake?” Logan asked Roman. He felt like his eyes was going to start twitching. “Is that why you are all wet?!”

“Yes, he did!” Remus said.

“Hey! No!” Roman said. “I managed to stop the car before it went into the lake. It’s not my fault the guys behind us aren’t as good drivers as me and slammed into us!”

“Roman destroyed another car!” Remus crooned, and there was the eye twitch. “What’s that? Three? And you say Janus is cursed!”

“I take so responsibility for the Taurus or for this one!”

“Two’s a coincidence; three’s a pattern!” Remus sang joyfully.

Logan shook his head at them and chose to look over at Janus instead. “And you?” he asked. “You looked at your mission details and never responded.”

“You were trying to send me on a wild goose chase when my brother was missing!” He tried to stand up and Remy pushed him back down again.

“I was trying to get you in a controlled environment before telling you of the issues for fear you would overreact and do something careless if you found out on your own.”

“I already knew,” Janus growled, “and that is not your call to make.”

Logan considered that. “Perhaps it wasn’t,” he agreed, “but you still should have attempted to communicate with me, at the very least so I would have known you were okay. For all I knew, Nelson had caught you in a lie and your cover had been blown.”

“It is blown,” Janus muttered. “I smashed her phone, blew up her car, and disobeyed her. She sent men to kill me.”

That information was honestly a relief in a way. Janus had been in danger constantly while being a double agent and Logan had grown more than fond of the man in the last few years. Not having to play nice with Barbara all the time would do him some good.

“We’ll have to reassign you,” Logan said. “As well as Remus, and you’ll both need new permanent residences.”

“We already decided we’re getting an apartment together,” Remus said.

“You decided,” Janus said weakly, clearly not actually interested in protesting, but needing to keep up appearances.

“And we’re going to get a kitty.”

“Ah,” Logan said. “Well, in that case, I would highly suggest you verify it is in fact a ‘kitty’ before you allow it on the premises. I have made that mistake before.”

“You love Raphael,” Remus claimed.

“Possum,” Roman explained at Janus’s questioning look.

“In fact,” Logan said. “It may be advisable that Remington consider moving as well. Nelson very much knows where you live and will likely be unhappy with your continued existence. At least, you should consider taking up residence somewhere else temporarily. For tonight, I’ll get everyone set up in some of the rooms in the base, but that will come later. For now, we need to get everything sorted out. I have a good overall idea about what happened at this point, is there any other important information I need to deal with immediately?”

Most everyone shook their heads and Logan was about to move on to getting more detailed reports when Remus raised his hand.

“Yes?” Logan asked.

“There are two of Barbara Nelson’s men tied up in the trunk of Lena’s car,” he offered.

“What?” Logan asked.

“They were the guys shooting at us that caused Roman to drive into the pond.”

“I did not drive into the pond.” Roman said.

“You were shot at?!”

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lovinglokilaufeyson · 3 years

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188 - S.R

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader, Derek Morgan x Penelope Garcia

Warnings: Gore, crime, kidnapping, mentions of sexual assault, little bit of a sexual scene at the end

Wordcount: 3727

Summary: Hotch calls you in for a mission. However, your intelligence may prove as a downfall, as Dr. Reid becomes insecure, comparing himself to you. This leads to a break in the case, but is it too late?

A/N: So, once again, it looks like I’m switching things up just a bit. Let me know what you guys think! I love doing multiple different types of fanfiction, with many different characters. I will of course, still work on my Loki and Draco stuff. I also noticed that “Naughty” has reached over a thousand notes! Absolutely insane, guys. Thank you for all the love. I’ve now entered college and things are a lot different than when they were in high school. I’m a lot more invested in doing well in my classes, and it’s definitely been a large adjustment for me. Thank you all so much for your patience with everything. I also recently checked my inbox and found so much love as well as some requests that I will be working on. I’ve had quite a bit of extra time as I was exposed to COVID and I am currently in quarantine housing at my university. I’ll try to get them all done soon! Hope you enjoy this change of pace.

“For this case,” Aaron Hotchner explained “we’re going to need all hands on deck. We’re leaving in the morning.” Hotch knew exactly who to bring in. The newest graduate of the academy - he had worked with her before, and she was extremely in tune with criminology, profiling, and she had several doctorates. However, he was nervous about how one Spencer Reid would feel about one piece of information. She had an IQ of 188. If Spencer were to find out this information, he would feel - inadequate. But Hotch knew that Y/N L/N was vital to this case. They were looking for a replacement for JJ’s maternity leave. She could be the perfect fit - at least for a while. He had made his decision. Picking up the phone, he dialed her number.

You walked nervously into the BAU for what seemed like the millionth time. It was only 32, in all actuality. You’d only been asked to assist in a handful of cases, you had just graduated the academy and were therefore deemed “ready” only a few months ago. You were born ready, you thought. You took snapshots in your mind as you entered the building. You could easily tell you the exact differences between the surroundings on this day in comparison to the first 31 times. There was a cup of utensils on the very front desk starting on October 26th of last year to today. You could tell anyone exactly how many pencils and pens were there each time - including what color. October 26th - 5 black pens, 6 blue pens, and 3 pencils.

You shook your head. There were more practical uses for your “genius” brain. “Stop it, Y/N” you told yourself. You entered the elevator, when you were stopped by a tall, lanky boy about a few years older than you. He was quite attractive, but you were awkward in these situations. When you were simply playing a part, it was a lot easier to “play” guys. However, when you were actually attracted to one? You couldn’t handle yourself.

You let him in, immediately asking “what floor?” “7th” he answered, neglecting to make eye contact. However, upon glancing at the buttons, he realized that you too, were heading to the floor of the BAU. He couldn’t stop himself from making a slightly rude remark - accidentally, of course. “Do you have the wrong floor?” “Shit,” he thought to himself, facepalming internally. “There’s a cute girl, Reid. Don’t be an idiot.”

“Oh, the BAU is on the 7th floor - right?” You responded quickly, to which he nodded. “My bad.” “No worries” you noted, kindly.

The boy was wearing a maroon colored cardigan, a light blue button up, a navy tie, and black slacks. He had a brown over-the-shoulder bag at his side, and he twittled his thumbs quickly. “Was he nervous?” You asked yourself. Or bored? You couldn’t get a proper read on him. He made you feel - odd. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it. You couldn’t wait to get out of that elevator.

After what seemed like days (26 seconds) you were out of the elevator. Thankfully, Agent Hotchner was there to greet you immediately. “Agent Reid, I see you’ve met Y/N L/N. She’s assisting on this case.” Hotch nodded at Reid, who had finally made the connection. “Not properly, but it’s lovely to meet you, Y/N.” Spencer made a point to smile at you, who came off as young and naïve. You had to have been a few years younger than he, Spencer thought.

Hotch lead you into the debriefing room, where you met one Penelope Garcia. You immediately smiled at her presence, Penelope seemed to light up a room with no effort. “Oh, she’s a cute one, isn’t she!” She remarked, smiling at you. From a few feet away, in the doorway, Derek Morgan stared in amazement at Garcia’s kindness towards the new member. Derek then approached, going to shake your hand with ease. Afterwards, he let his hand travel to squeeze Penelope’s waist, teasingly. He lightly kissed her cheek. “Alright, you two. I need to debrief Y/N on this case. Go ahead and - do what you need to - elsewhere, please.” Hotch shook his head. The pair headed towards the door, where Morgan placed a large slap on Penelope’s ass. You winced, slightly uncomfortable with the sexual gesture. “Don’t worry - they specialize in different things here. Derek’s out on the field, while Penelope works as a technical analyst.”

You sighed in relief. You never did take well to sexually affectionate partnerships. You always felt - awkward. You never knew how to handle it. You assumed, however, that other people felt the same way. Hotch began going over the case, and you seemingly remembered every single detail. 3 police officers have been kidnapped in Boise, Idaho. You remembered the locations, the appearances, the crime scenes, and the badge numbers of the officers. In your head, you made a map of the unsub’s comfort zone. You began thinking of what the officers were kidnapped for - no dead bodies had appeared yet. Each were physically fit, attractive, between 25-30 years of age. There’d be more time to think of theories, you thought to yourself. Hotch, now exiting the room, gave a quick “wheels up in 30.”

You took this as a signal to leave the room as well, leaving the file that Hotch gave to you on the desk. Soon, you’d both realize, that this was a mistake. Upon entering the plane, you snuggled soundly into a seat, hoping to get some rest before arriving in Boise. They had quite a while before arriving. You calculated, with turbulence and other factors, as well as averages, that they would be there in roughly 6 hours and 12 minutes. Your to-go bag was safely stashed in the backside of the plane for now.

However, you forgot one key detail. The team was heavily up for a discussion with regards to this unsub and their victims. In order to prove yourself, you thought, providing information to the conversation was incredibly important. Even in your sleep, however, you could probably retain key points from the conversation. Nonetheless, you sat at attention, ready to discuss this police kidnapper. Suddenly, the pilot’s voice came over the intercom. “Secured for takeoff, our approximate flight time is 6 hours 15 minutes.” You couldn’t help yourself. “Actually, with turbulence, average flight times, and wind speeds right now, it should be more like 6 hours and 12 minutes.” You cursed yourself immediately after the words came out of your mouth. Prentiss, who had not yet introduced herself, smiled and muttered a quick “Slow down there, Dr. Reid.” When she looked over at Reid, he looked relieved, as if you beat him to it.

Prentiss now went to greet the you, apologizing for not doing so sooner. “Emily Prentiss,” she reached out her hand. You smiled, shaking Emily’s hand. “Y/N L/N. Lovely to meet you.” Hotch came out with several files, all pertaining to this case. You had worked with kidnapping of law enforcement several times, which is why Hotch felt you would be such an asset to the team’s efforts.

“Alright, let’s begin.” Hotch sat down. Opening his file, he began to look over the scenes where officers were taken. “Each of the men were taken on duty. There’s no evidence of them being taken, besides the fact that they left their patrol cars out in the open. The keys were thrown out beside each one of the cars. No blood spatter at the scenes. They may still be alive.”

“Maybe the unsub is a rejected or former cop?” Prentiss suggested, and the team nodded in agreement. “These police men are some of the most successful and attractive in the field. It’s possible that this unsub feels “less than” them.” Morgan added. Turning to a screen showing Garcia, “Baby girl. I need you to search for fired, laid off, or rejected police officers from the Boise Police Department. Check for within the last month first - that could have been our unsub’s trigger.” “On it, sugar!” Garcia signed out, ready to search for whatever was out there.

“Reid, Derek, and Y/N, head to the abduction sites to analyze once we land. Prentiss and I will meet Rossi at the station to speak to the families, as well as any other officers that were on duty at that time.” You were excited, hearing Rossi’s name. You had met and worked with him several times before, and were a bit of a fan. Not that you’d ever admit it.

“The faster we build this profile, the higher our chances of saving these men.”

By the time you arrived in Boise, it was mid-afternoon. The first scene was relatively untouched, a parking lot in downtown Boise. Owen Thomas, 24, was on duty there, and was kidnapped around 10:30 pm. At this time, he stopped responding to any calls. You suddenly spoke: “It’s an obvious blitz attack. If our theory is correct, then the officers wouldn’t have responded positively to the unsub.” “Y/N’s right. These officers probably don’t have a good history with someone rejected from the force. It could’ve been someone they went to the academy with.” Prentiss agreed.

Prentiss met up with Hotch during break, which left you and Reid. You were nervous. He made you nervous - more so than usual. You both weren’t very hungry, and decided a small coffee shop would be the best place to go. “So, did you just do generals at the academy?” Reid asked, and you smiled, nodding politely. “I’ve always found it difficult to only be interested in one thing. That’s why I’ve found myself pursuing so many different paths.” You stated. Reid stood in awe for a moment. He honestly felt the exact same way as you. “You enjoy aerodynamics?” He asked, and you nodded once more. He was obviously referring to the estimations you made on the plane’s route. “Yes, but that’s not one of my main studies.” Reid looked at you, perplexed, almost. “I have Ph.Ds in criminology, medical science, medicine, and modern languages. Two bachelors, psychology and engineering. I’m looking into another one as well.”

Reid sat dumbfounded. He felt, for the first time in his life, less than someone else. Is this why Hotch called her in? As his replacement?

“That’s cool - I have three doctorates and B.As.” You looked at him in amazement, now. It wasn’t everyday that you met someone as young as you with roughly the same amount of knowledge. “What are they in, Reid?” You asked him. “Ph.Ds in chemistry, engineering, and mathematics. B.As in psychology, sociology, and philosophy.” “Wow, that’s amazing.” He felt like you were teasing him, in a way. You weren’t, in all actuality. Reid just couldn’t seem to rationalize his emotions. You had a nice time with Reid. You just weren’t entirely sure if the feelings were reciprocated. Reid excused himself to the bathroom, where he quickly called Garcia. “Garcia, I need everything you have on Y/N.”

Spencer, after being teased relentlessly by Garcia, would soon discover a lot about you. You were born in Y/H/T (your/home/town) and you studied, at a very young age, at Massachusetts Institute of Technology. You received perfect scores on both your ACT and SAT, and you had an IQ of 188.

You studied last crime scene along with Prentiss and Reid, though it was getting dark. The most fresh, you noticed that some dirt nearby looked as if a body had been drug through it. This unsub, despite going through months of relentless physical and mental training - could not fully lift up the body of any of the victims. Instead, they had to be dragged to where the unsub wanted. None of the victims were presumed dead, which means the unsub was using them for something. Reid had disappeared, supposedly off into the crime scene further.

“Prentiss, I think we’re missing something.” You announced, and she nodded, agreeing. “Do you think the unsub could be a woman?” Her eyes widened, but she nodded. You immediately called Garcia. “Garcia. I was wrong. I was convinced by the overwhelming statistics that this unsub was a male. I think this unsub’s a woman. Look for woman in the area that recently lost family members, possibly an officer and a child.” “On it, sista. I’ll hit you back.”

In the meantime, Prentiss reached out to Derek, Rossi, and Hotch to discuss the profile. They all agreed with you wholeheartedly. However, there was something on your mind. Reid. He had completely disappeared from the crime scene. You were worried. You tried calling his cell, which you quickly learned, was a failure. The call went straight to voicemail. God. No. God fuck. Not one of your own. Prentiss and yourself immediately called Hotch, who told you to get back to the station as soon as possible. You headed there, your mind filled with thoughts of Dr. Reid.

Hotch realized that delivering the profile was the most important in order to obtain Reid safely. “I believe the unsub is a younger woman, who’s looking for replacements from a lost husband and child.” You stated as soon as you approached. Hotch nodded, hoping you would slow down and become less anxious. You wouldn’t. You simply refused to. Reid was out there. He was in danger, on your watch.

“She’s probably around Reid and I’s age, so 20-25. She must’ve lost the child and her husband in some sort of freak accident.”

“What are you proposing, Y/N?” Derek asked quickly.

“I think the unsub is using the officers to become pregnant.” You shivered in horror at your own words, anxious at what would be happening to Reid. “Ask around, ask the officers here if something happened to one of their coworkers. It could be on the federal level as well.”

“We believe the unsub we’re looking for is a white female between the ages of 20-25. She recently lost a husband or partner, as well as a child. This loss has triggered a need for family once more. She has kidnapped several officers as well as an FBI agent. We believe she gains their trust by either impersonating an officer or by asking for help in some way. Then, she lures them towards her vehicle or a more convenient location, where she manages to blitz attack and kidnap them.” Hotch started.

“This woman is in a very fragile state due to this loss, and can become very hostile and aggressive if she has what she wants taken away from her. Though she may not be armed when we find her, it is very important to be cautious around her.” Prentiss stated.

While the rest of the team was giving the profile, you were hoping that Garcia would be able to ping Reid’s phone at some sort of location that could lead you to him. Unfortunately, the phone was dead and the process, therefore, was unable to receive any location from Spencer. You were scared out of your mind, and Penelope’s nervous energy didn’t help you much either.

A call back from Penelope distracted you from your nervous thoughts. “Sugar, I’ve found something really interesting to peg your brain with. I’ll let Hotch know about this soon. All of the kidnapped victims are from Nevada.” “Okay - I’ll think on that Garcia, and let you know. Maybe crosscheck the families from before and find out which of those moved to Idaho from Nevada in the last few years?” “I already checked, baby, and nada. I’ll check with Hotch and the others to see if they have any ideas.”

You soon met up with Derek, Rossi, Prentiss, and Hotch once more. They had gotten Garcia’s call, and they were brainstorming ideas on who the killer could be. Somewhere, somehow, the profile was incorrect. “Okay, if I was a kidnapper - I’m taking law enforcement personnel. To fill some kind of void. But why would I have to fill that void?” You asked.

“This person obviously underwent some kind of loss. Somehow. We just need to figure it out.” Hotch spoke.

“Do you think there was another victim, originally from Nevada?” Prentiss asked. The team nodded in agreement, and Derek dialed Garcia’s number. “Hey babygirl, we might have a lead. Do you have any victims from Nevada or Nevada cases that involved a male victim who was kidnapped?” He started.

“Quite a few. You’re gonna have to give me a bit more than that, sugar.” Derek nodded, before Hotch stepped in. “Garcia, were any of the males law enforcement? Possibly unsolved?” “Yes, yes.” She started, “one Ryan Walker, a police officer, was victim - in Carson City Nevada. They did find the perpetrator, 16 year old Ashley Davey. She was visiting on a school trip. He was able to I.D. her, as she kidnapped and raped him using chloroform and - viagra to get him up. This was after he rejected her advances - looks like she lured him by asking for directions and then using a taser to knock him out. Apparently he tricked her into believing that they could be together, and she let him out of his restraints, he made a run for it and escaped.”

“How was she able to keep him, Garcia?” Rossi asked, curious. “Looks like her Grandma and Grandpa owned some isolated property in Carson City, she stayed a few days after the trip had ended. She had a ticket back but didn’t use it. And - oh my god.”

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch questioned her. “Apparently the sex with Mr. Walker was also unprotected, she gave birth to a baby boy 9 months later.” “Where is the child now?” “Joseph Davey is currently in foster care, after the mother was deemed unstable by the state. Walker filed a restraining order, and Ashley is not allowed to contact him in the slightest. She spent several years in a correctional facility for troubled teens and young adults - and she is currently residing in her parents’ home here in Boise.”

“Address please” you begged. “Sending it to you now.”

You immediately rushed towards the door, waiting for the team to follow. Yes, it was late, but you were deeply worried about Spencer. Who knows what could be happening to him right now. You took off towards the address, and once you arrived, you immediately noticed a shed near the back. That had to be it. You and Derek headed towards the shed, while Rossi, Prentiss, and Hotch headed into the house. It took one simple kick from Morgan for the door to slam open. Inside, you found several men. The three police officers, all tied up but - relatively sound. Spencer was laying on a small cot in the corner of the room, tied to the bed. You immediately went to him. He was drowsy, in an almost relaxed state. Each of the men were stripped down to mere boxers, they looked very cold. Derek undid knots for the three officers, helping them outside.

Meanwhile, you struggled. Spencer must’ve fought more - that’s why the knots were so tightly bound around his limbs. You also struggled with the strange state Spencer was in. As soon as you released one arm, his hand was around your waist. “I want to fuck you.” Spencer stated, and you continued to work at the second knot. “Reid, you’re in a hypnotic state. Don’t trust yourself.” The next thing you knew, Spencer’s hands were settling on your ass as you worked at the last two knots around his ankles. These two were a bit easier. You decided to let his hands be, what harm could they do? He was just in a delirious state, you told yourself. However, once you released the last of his limbs, he launched himself upon you, grinding a bit on your heat. “Reid, Reid, don’t do this-” It felt good, and yes, you liked him and were attracted to him. But not like this. Not with his fragile mental state and aphrodisiac coursing through his veins.

You somehow got Reid up off of you, and you slugged his top half over your shoulder, his legs walking next to you with ease. As you walked out of the shed, Morgan and a paramedic were waiting. They took Spencer off of your shoulders, and a huge weight was lifted. He’d be okay after being stabilized at the hospital. Morgan went to assist the others, and you got the okay from Hotch to ride with Reid to the nearest hospital.

You were the one that Spencer woke up to. He saw your face immediately, smiling almost instantly. “You okay, Spence?” He nodded. “What happened?” “Well, um- Ashley Davey kidnapped you, along with the other officers. You were given a pretty hefty aphrodisiac, so you were really out of it when we got to you. But good news - they ran a rape kit on you and there was no evidence of rape or sexual assault. We think we got there just before it was about to happen.” You sighed. Spencer looked at you gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N. I’m sorry I ran off at the crime scene. I was feeling insecure.” He stated.

“It’s okay, Reid. But why?” You questioned, and he sighed. “My IQ is only 187.” You had to hold in a fit of laughter. “Spencer. Oh my god.” He looked at you, puzzled. “Only 187. I know, it’s a number. And it’s wonderful it’s a measure of your intelligence and ability. However, you don’t have to let that number define you. We’re both, technically geniuses. But we have different interests, different specialties. Our IQs do not define who we are. Us geniuses have to stick together, not tear each other apart.” Spencer smiled at your remark. He felt drawn to you, to put it simply. He reached out towards you for a hug. Afterwards, he lingered just a bit, and you looked at him. He had to have something to say. “What is it?” You asked.

“Y/N, could I take you out on a date when we get back to Quantico?” He looked at you hesitantly. You could tell he was nervous. “Spencer Reid, I would absolutely love that.”

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