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royalsunshinehotel · 3 years

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Hello space kiss anon here!! I’m thinking Saroo or Deon!!

A/N: My beloved, this took me a hot minute, I'm so sorry.

Kaboom (Deon x Reader)

July 19, 2021. Today is a big day. Not good or bad- you couldn't tell yet.

After six months of a run-and-gun anti-capitalist petty contest with the world’s first billionaire, the four of you were finally doing it.

You’re going to space. Because of crowdfunding.

Deon was the brain behind the whole thing. He

Alex was the muscle, who practically built this ship single-handed.

Rocky was the pilot, who was overqualified to be messing around with her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s “work husband”.

And you, social media expert and petty queen who put together

You all didn’t deserve a win, you needed a win.

Were you qualified? Did you have permits? No. You were someone that the three brits had recruited off instagram. You have a high school diploma, but you know how to promote things.

Six months ago, these people were strangers, and now you can’t imagine what life would look like without them.

And who knows, you were scared that they’d drop you after the launch. What did three geniuses have that they needed you for anyway?

But you couldn’t think about that.

You’d been live-tweeting the whole preparation day, trying to distract yourself with the audience interaction. That’s why you love social media. It’s just people, but like...far away.

Deon comes towards you, and you slowly go in for a hug. He’s warm and soft, and he’s always tried to make you feel included.

It’s all a haze. You do your job as best you can, but it suddenly felt as if you were on the ship. You set up your phone in the corner, basically duct taping it to a wall, but in a good enough spot where it could pick up all four of you.

It was perfect. No pieces of your hand-made vessel had fallen off yet. You had to trust the geniuses that had recruited you. It was all going to be fine.

You're fine, right? You barely made it through high school and now you’re in a homemade tin can because you hate Jeff Bezos.

Deon helps strap you into your seat, and his hand lingers on yours for a moment longer than it should have.

He pushes his glasses up his nose, before leaning his head back.

“Are you okay Dee?” You ask, and he snaps his head back up, giving you a sheepish smile. He always smiles like that when he doesn’t want to talk. A smile isn’t a good enough substitute this time.

“This is Operation Kaboom, preparing for liftoff,” declares Rocky over the intercom. SHe was literally a foot away from your seats, but it was better safe than sorry.

“Guys we’re really doing it!” squeaked Alex, kicking her feet in excitement.

“After all this time,” breathed Deon, looking over at you.

“Ten,” Rocky continued “Nine.”

“Being with you guys over these past few months has been the best I’ve felt my whole life, if we land, don’t forget about me please,” you spit out the words as if they were poisonous but you can’t die in a homemade rocket ship without telling your favorite people the truth.

A chorus of “what” rings out through the cockpit. Two sets of eyes are on you, only because Rocky couldn’t turn. You only had enough funding for a twenty minute trip to space, you couldn’t fuck up the takeoff.

“Eight”

“Why the fuck would you say that?” spits Alex

“Don’t say if, it’s WHEN we land,” adds Rocky.

“You’re all geniuses, and I’m just here.” Your eyes were welling up, and Deon felt a unique kind of distress he’d only ever felt once before. Did you really think they’d drop you? After you helped them make history?

“Seven.”

“Do you think we could have done any of this without you?” he breathed, taking off his glasses, trying to resist the urge to go sit by you.

“Yeah you kind of got all of this off the ground,” added Alex, who looked surprisingly annoyed- more than usual somehow, “Pun intended.”

“Six- please shut up.” Rocky snapped, only to be ignored.

“Like honestly, I was going to wait until-”Deon tried, running a hand over his face, as you feel like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.

“For the love of god, can you just ask her?- Five.” Rocky was about to have a fit, you knew that tone well.

“I mean if you decide it's IF we land, I want to ask you on a date when we land.” rambled Deon,as a large flower bloomed in your chest. What?

“Four.” Rocky would have thrown something if she had anything to throw.

“What would we even talk about, you’re a genius!” Maybe it was the day’s stress, or the fact that you are livestreaming the whole thing, but tears fall. The loud, hot, frustrated tears.

“I assume the same stuff we’ve been talking about this whole time!” shoots back Deon, aghast that you’re seeming to forget the dynamic the two of you had shared. You got along. Well. Regardless if he was a ‘genius’ or not.

“Three.”

“All he does is talk about you when you're not around, I mean when we land, maybe say yes,” prompted Alex, looking at the phone taped to the wall.

“For the love of god, date him so we can stop listening to him ramble about your eye color!” screamed Rocky, “Two-deon you suck, this was a bad time to ask.”

“Thanks Rocky, I know.” Deon let the horrible headache sink down to cover his body. You were going to die and reject him. He should have left you alone.

“One.” You stared at Rocky’s brunette ponytail bounce, “And we have liftoff.”

Over the next few seconds, you’re pretty sure that you’re dying, the pressure in your head felt too great to handle, but as quickly as it started, there was relief.

You want to hold Deon’s hand. He keeps his brow furrowed and his eyes closed. God.

“We’re doing it!!” Deon screams as you break the sound barrier, up above the earth.

You’d never heard Deon yell before.

There are a few moments where everything feels good. Through the window, you see earth getting far away.

It’s a beautiful thing, to say you could be above it all.

All of your pain- the pandemic, the country in a constant state of collapse, any hopes you had for a future that kept going up in smoke with every move you made.

All you had, all you cared about was in the tin can.

“Alright crew, we’re safe to get up!” Alex declares, already dropping her restraints and floating up into the air.

Deon’s face is split in half with a massive toothy grin, and the two of you stare. Your hair waves softly in the anti-gravity, and you decide to let your bonds loose and float over to him.

You’re delicate, flying above it all.

You’re an elegant wisp, even when you misjudge and hit your head on the wall above him.

No one laughs, you’re all too busy.

He takes your hand and pulls your mouth down to his. Nothing to say, but to put his mouth on yours.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it before. It’s better in reality. You could practically hear people commenting on the live, even if it didn’t matter now. Deon keeps his hands in yours, and you smile when you free him from his chair.

The two of you, in space, together.

The police were likely waiting down on Earth, and you were able to see #ASTROSLUTS trending on twitter already.

But everything is just fine.

Even if no one remembers this tomorrow, you still took a hit against one of the most annoying men, and you made a move on the greatest brain you’d ever met.

Today is a good day.

#deon wilson #deon x reader #chappie 2015 #chappie #dev patel #dev patel imagine

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ikleesfiction · 3 years

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I'm a fucking alcoholic (with a sweet tooth)

Fandom : Chicago PD TV Word count : 1,623 words Pairing : Jay Halstead x reader Author's note : This is the third one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary. Warning : It's fluff. I hope it doesn't end up too cringy?

Disclaimer

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It is a cold Friday in Chicago. You would say it is super cold since you worked in the warm weather of Los Angeles last week. Jay is coming over to your place after work. Now both of you are snuggling on the couch, watching movies on TV.

"I cannot watch this part," You hide your face in Jay's chest, preparing for the frightening scene. The darkness in the room increases the tension.

"What are you talking about? This is not even a horror movie," Jay looks down at you, bemused.

"Say you! Watching Tom Cruise blowing up a Gallardo distressed me. My soul is crying. It is a nightmare!"

You move out from Jay's embrace to point out the screen where Maggie Q said it is such a nice car. "Yes, it is! Don't do it, Zhen," yell you at the TV.

However, The Lamborghini on screen still went kaboom and was engulfed in fire. "Oh, no!" You put your hand on your heart, feeling devastated.

Jay grins at your silliness, "I'm sorry for your loss," He rubs your back, offering his condolences. However, his smile turns flirty. "If there's anything I can do to ease your pain..."

You play along with his idea. "Hmm, is that so?" Your hands wrap around Jay, pulling him closer. Your nose is tracing his neck, up to his jaw, his cheek. Your lips softly grace his skin, make their way closer to his. Jay wasted no time to kiss you and keep kissing you.

You don't know how long it goes, and you don't care to know. Until Jay moves back abruptly, tilting his head away from you, "Your pho..."

Your lips cut his words as you get on his lap. Jay puts his hands on your waist to stop you, halfheartedly, "Babe, your phone is ringing,"

Your hands curl behind his neck. "Let it ring." You whisper to his ear. Jay shudders when he feels your breath on his neck. Your mouth soon follows to make a mark on the same point. Jay tries to hold himself back from reciprocating the gesture.

Unlike Jay and his work, you got no obligation to pick up your phone. No life or death depends on you tonight. But the phone keeps shrieking. It started to annoy you because Jay stops participating in this make-out session.

"Might be important," This is one of the rare times you want to curse Jay's occupation.

"I assure you it won't be," You try to get Jay back in the game.

"Well, at least you can tell them to call you back later," Jay lands a soft kiss on your forehead. With a loud sigh, you move away from Jay's lap to pick up your phone.

Seeing the caller ID frustrates you even further. "You are interrupting our date night," is the first thing you say to your best friend, Alex, when you receive the call and put it on speaker.

"Hi, Jay!" Alex chirps his greeting, ignoring your complaint.

Jay greets back with a chuckle, "Hey, man. Nice to hear from you," He takes the remote to pause the movie, where Tom Cruise is gunning a Mercedes CLK down the road.

"No, it's not." You grumble under your breath. "What's up? Did you just come up with a song idea that would make Bruno Mars wished he wrote it?"

As a fellow songwriter/producer, you understand that song inspiration could come anytime. But it would still piss you off if Alex insists on working for it tonight.

"Not yet. But we do have a potential project for you,"

"Couldn't it wait until next week?" You moan your refusal. "Jay and I got plans for the weekend,"

"Of course. As long as you promise to pick up your phone when Angelique calls. I know you have been dodging her." Alex chides you.

Huffing your aversion, you lay your head on Jay's lap. In reflex, he plays with your hair. "Who's Angelique? A new talent?" Jay never heard that name before. He is pretty sure that he knows everybody at Pyramid, Alex's record label in Amsterdam where you work for.

Alex starts to explain, "She is a singer. Been around for a while,"

"Country singer, turned bubblegum pop singer, and now I guess she wants to try dance music as well?" You elaborate to Jay and asking Alex at the same time. You have written and produced songs from various genres, but your notable works so far are mostly EDM.

"Maybe," Alex answers casually.

"Angelique..." Jay ponders for a moment before lighting up, "Oh! Is she the one whose songs you keep skipping whenever they pop up, babe?"

Your best friend lets out a big laugh from the other side of the phone. "Angelique wants Y/N to produce her next album, but all of a sudden Y/N here cannot find the receive button on her phone," Alex emphasizes his sarcasm.

"I took yours, didn't I?"

However, Alex begins his interrogation. "Why are you avoiding her calls anyway?"

"I don't wanna work with her," You know you sound petulant.

"Come on, Y/N, it would be great! Angelique's third album sold triple more than her second. Her last single went neck to neck with Taylor Swift's song. Now, she is gonna let you work on her fourth album! Other producers would kill for this opportunity," Alex tries to reason.

Jay whistles, being impressed by the story.

"Well, my boyfriend here is a cop. I don't wanna get involved in any criminal activity," You are intentionally being obtuse. "If it were so great, why don't you do it? You're the one who still works on stage."

"You know people talked about how you could be the next Max Martin, right? Made sense that she asked for you," Alex states. "Angelique doesn't need another artist to perform with her. She needs someone who writes and produces good stuff."

"Every producer could be the next Max Martin if they work hard," You shrug the notion.

Jay looks confused with all these new names. "And Max Martin is...?"

"We are never ever ever getting back together?" Alex starts singing a couple bars to show Jay some examples of Max Martin's works.

"Uh..." Jay doesn't show any recognition.

"ou make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream?" Alex sings another song. Your best friend is nothing but persistent.

"Uhm.." And yet, Jay is still clueless.

"Jay is not keeping up with pop music for the last decade, Lex," You joke to your best friend. "Try some songs from the Backstreet Boys,"

"Hey!" Jay protests. "I know your songs," He smirks at you in full smug. "Especially the ones that were written about me."

You laugh at his adorable and sexy smirk. Sitting up from Jay's lap, you kiss the smug out of him.

"Guys, I'm still here." The flat tone of Alex on the phone stops Jay from taking the kiss further.

You peck a corner of Jay's lips one more time. "Your own fault. Who told you to call during our date night anyway?"

"Since I'm not there to poke and pinch you, I hope Jay could help me convince you to take this project." Your best friend is shameless.

"Is Angelique not a good person or something?" Jay tries to understand the situation. He knows you are a hard worker. It is rare for you to run off from a big project like this. "She ought to be a good singer, right? With all of that achievements,"

You cross your arms and glare at your boyfriend, "It is a prerogative to hate your best friend's exes, no?"

Jay frowns, "Wait, Angelique is Alex's ex?"

"Oh, come on!" groans Alex. "It was years ago!"

"You know how the saying goes. Quote-unquote, "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die”

"That was kinda harsh," Jay comments.

"Your best friend still hates me until now, Jay." You roll your eyes at your boyfriend.

"Mouse doesn't hate you. I even haven't got a chance to tell him about you since he's been deployed," Jay raises his eyebrows.

"She meant your work partner," Alex answers Jay for you.

Jay frowns deeper, "Hailey doesn't hate you."

"Wanna bet on that?" You challenge him.

Alex prevents the couple from bickering further, "Guys, listen! Angelique and I broke up amicably. There were no hard feelings between us now,"

"Excuse you!" You exclaim. "I still remember those dark days. You cried over so many Tequila bottles. And those boxes of chocolate!! Why did we have to consume that much chocolate over a breakup?? My waistline did not come back to its original measurement for three months!!"

Jay lets out an amused snort.

"Oh, you don't get to talk, man!" Alex hits the couple back. "Your temporary breakup also forced me to replenish my Jenever stocks! I got bakeries phone numbers on speed dial for chocolate cake emergencies!"

Jay puts his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. You guys continue to discuss business," He stands up from the couch. "I'm gonna go warm up some pie," Jay gestures to the kitchen area. "Alex, it's nice to catch up with you. Hope the next time we talk, it would be more social and less about business,"

"And you, love, try to listen to what Alex offers first before you cut him off," Jay bends down to kiss your lips teasingly. "Please don't pull out any bottles with more than 40% alcohol content. I need you sober for our plans tonight." He winks at you before moving to the kitchen, leaving you to deal with your pushy best friend alone.

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@lorenakaspersen @life-treatments @itsdesiree86

Foot Note: - Tom Cruise and Maggie Q blew up a Lamborghini Gallardo in Mission: Impossible III (2006). All of the MI movies are classics in my household. - Max Martin is a Swedish record producer, songwriter. You might not know his name, but I'm sure you know his songs. In reference to this fic, he co-wrote and co-produced Taylor Swift's "We are never ever ever getting back together", co-wrote Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream", co-wrote and co-produced some of Backstreet Boys' biggest hits. - "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die" line is taken from Henrietta Wilson on 9-1-1 TV Series S02E04 "Stuck". I thought it was hilarious. The line became the reason for this particular fic's existence.

I'm sorry for the long note. Thank you for reading this fic and the note. You are so welcome to reply, ask or tag me. We can talk about music, series or Jesse Lee Soffer's abs. :p

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead fic #one Chicago fic #chicago pd fic #chicago pd tv #jay halstead #reader #original character #fanfiction #one shot #original work #wyftiiffy

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briarrosescurse · 3 years

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Would it be alright if you could ramble talk about any ships you've had on your mind for a while? Like, how it happened, what you like/dislike about the ship, etc? - Anon

sits down, ur in for a long ride, buddy aka half a long ride bc i picked four ships for now, but i got more to talk about if u want me to 🥴

flintroza (@prometheanglory)

SO YEAH. I DONT KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED? or more like. i do know but it was rather random and also me realizing hey wait flint is my type of fav character, so i'll push him to my best gal and then. kaboom. senpai/kouhai dynamic bloomed into a deadpan boyfriend who very much loves his sunshine of a girlfriend.

i. honestly have nothing to complain about this ship, it just feeds Almost every aspect of what i ADORE in ships: sincere dedication, despite all the differences. well there is something that makes me wanna bark a little but alas, this blog is supposed to be sfw, so sh.

absolutely DO NOT think that flintroza is that classic uncaring cool boyfriend and clingy girlfriend dynamic because. it's really not. if flint didn't care, he would have yeeted out of there LOOONG ago. he cares a lot about roza - just in his. flint way. and roza cares a lot about him, but she would never ever try to change who he is, even if he isn't her ideal 'prince charming' - she fell in love with him for who he is after all.

flintroza scratches that one spot in my rotting spot in my brain, absolutely self indulgent

xiangvinh (hi again @/prometheanglory)

every time i try to talk about them, vy is ready to hit me with a chair, but i don't blame her, i'm pretty sure i cried like three or four times over them already because. grabs my heart. IT ACHES. PAIN. HURT.

it's again that, extrovert cool type x introvert quirt type dynamic, bUT LIKE. A LOT SPICIER. and a lot more bound to commitment issues and lack of self-confidence. it's interesting to see two people, who genuinely like each other, try to fight to be with one another, but their worst enemy is really themselves. (moreso strongly with xiang, but. oh well.)

at first it was this fun. oh two hot people being a thing 😳 but then the feelings got involved and now we're deep in this mess. a playboy ready to change his ways for someone who is so. close yet so far....

once again. brain happily scratched.

chanyulanhua (@piraticusdorm)

I'M JUST SO OBSESSED WITH THEIR DYNAMIC ?#&#(# as u can see, i rlly like. opposites attract dynamics.

the way lanhua's strange crush on him turns into a more serious thing Than She Expected Because Oh Looks Like Mr Weird Sadist Has Feelings Too. and then just. the little things, like chanyu adapting weird habits/humor from lanhua. or maybe her perfecting the cold glare look thanks to chanyu wearing it all the time.

IT'S JUST SO FUN BC THEYRE SO DIFFERENT. but also the irony, considering. what or who they are twisted from...

THEIR GENERAL PREMISE IS FUN. i love them a whole lot, man

balgairjuno (@syupermoon)

hi they're so cute and deserves a big happy family with their burger and sandwich children. i'm serious but i'm also kidding but i'm very much serious.

OKAY BUT. birbgair is the founder of domesticity and childhood friends to lovers, i'm telling u. they're both more dorky but i'd like to think that balgair and his inherent distrust/guarded stance against everyone being rattled apart by this one gal he hadn't seen in so long and yet... she gives him hope

or they just get burgers from different restaurants and call them their kids, who knows what they're doing 🙄🤚

#[flint/roza]#[xiang/vinh]#[balgair/juno]#[chanyu/lanhua]#twst oc #[my writing]#ask #rhank you for asking!

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jauneda1 · 3 years

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RWBY

The New War part 4

Jaune Arc's All Out Attack

Just outside of Shinrah district.

Jaune and Ren had to start traveling by rooftops because of the miasma that is covering most of the streets due to this though Jaune is getting exhausted from all the Aura Jumping. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't caring Ren doing so.

Jaune: Talking about me and junk food but your heavy asf.

Ren: Jaune! I don't want to here anything about you being tired from carrying me across rooftops.

Ren: You not only suggested this method, but aren't you the one that caught a speeding car with your body.

Ren: That Torchwick guy escaped but you did something unbelievable.

Jaune: I was in the hospital for a week for three cracked ribs. Not to mention it knocked me unconscious.

Ren: Even more of a reason for you to not be bitching rn.

Jaune: I think I like this Ren get used to me.

The two took cover at the top of they're current building then observed the captured cop and EMS workers. They could hear a man who was obviously a squad leader sporting heavy armor and two large saw swords.

Atlas Elite Oppressor: It's honorable seeing so many of you fighting to protect your kingdom. How come there are no soldier's only law enforcement?

Atlas Elite: I'll tell you why, it's because Ozpin didn't think they where worth sending into the city. That they needed to protect the academy.

Atlas Elite: So in other words your all expendable.

Police officer: Shut your mouth you fucking Terrorist.

Atlas Elite: Terrorist!? Lol where Atlas solider's.

Alvin Marcus: Listen son in all my years alive Atlas would never do something like this. My name is police chief Alvin Marcus.

Alvin: Ironwood would never order an attack against his home kingdom.

Atlas Elite: Well you know what Alvin thank you for having the balls to speak up... Now... Die for it.

And with a lift and a swing the man's head was taken off.

Jaune was finally at his boiling point as he was about to make a split second decision till he felt Rena hand grab his own. Jaune turned and looked Ren in the eyes who had a face seriousness. There was a mutual understanding between the two but Jaune knew if someone else died then he would step in. They both continue to watch on.

Atlas Elite: Well then... He's dead... So who's next?

Atlas Elite: Let's see they're are 40 of you we'll start executing you guys in groups of 10.

Atlas Elite: Okay men begin. Try not to have to much fun.

It was just like that the men and women where gonna be shot and killed. Police officer's and EMS workers who most had families. Jaune couldn't take it anymore so he jumped into action.

Ren: JAUNE!

Jaune: Bastards landed and swung his blade at one of the soldiers and as like nothing the man flew back with a huge slash in his chest and his eyes lifeless. Jaune didn't take it into consideration but the man he just killed didn't have an aura. Which means that most of these guys will go down easily.

(Jaune's mind)

" Is it really a good thing that it's that easy. "

"Ricky: Do what you have to Jaune, to protect the people around you and care about."

The Atlas Elite was surprised to see the young man cut down one of his men so easily. It turned out that's all it took for the police officer's to fight back as now a big battle of attrition had began. So the Elite did the only thing he thought was right and that was to take out this young man. He could already tell that his target was a killer at heart. That Mistress would love for someone like this to join her ranks. No hesitation just calculated swings and focused blocking. He is block bullets and using his aura to defend himself from and oppressor troopers. Now there's a green one huh interesting

Jaune had just took what felt like a hit from Cardin's mace to the side of the head but it was just a shotgun buckshot. He then stuck his blade into the guys knee rotating his wrist and and realizing something this felt odd killing these guys so easily. Whatever he needs to do he'll do it to protect these people. All of a sudden Jaune's senses struck him both physically and mentally as he was then sent five feet and bouncing off the side of a car.

Ren: JAUNE!

Jaune could hear Ren yelling out to him. He was fine he was able to lift his shield up to take the wide and aggressive swing he had very little time to react as he used his sword to slide and redirect a blade that was slashed vertically at him. Jaune then spun out of it and backhanded the attacker with his shield. The difference was that this tall bulky guy with duel wielding saw blades that are atleast half of Jaune's size. Jaune was at 6'3 so these swords where ridiculously big. Obviously this guy over compensating. Shit why did the commander have to be a tall and bulky hulk of a man, why couldn't he just of been cute like Ren.

Then it was a saving grace as A helicopter with Vale soldiers showed up and began to fire upon the enemy this made the guy end his attacks on Jaune and begin to fall back but Jaune wasn't having it as he chased him leaving Ren behind.

Jaune: Oh No You Don't Ass Hole Get Back Here!

One of the retreating soldiers was about to fire on Jaune till Ren pulled the trigger on one of his pistols and blew the guys brains out. Ren was not as shocked as he should of been. He wasn't about to let Jaune get killed so he chased after him as Vale military forces moved in.

Jaune had cornered the man. Then aimed his sword at the man.

Jaune: You'll pay for what you've done. Killing all of those innocent people.

Atlas Elite: Laughing... You got fight in ya kid.

The two stood there reading to see who would swing first. But neither one had to wait as the man rushed at Jaune only for Jaune to smirk as his chest glowed bright blue over his heart and without any warning Jaune sheathe his blade and went to punch the ground with his left hand all of the energy he had built up. This new attack Jaune was saving for whenever him and Yang spared again let alone it be Pyrrha.

Jaune: BAHAMET..FURY

With a mighty roar and loud kaboom that sent out a bright blue blaze that can be seen from Beacon Tower. This stunned Ozpin and Glynda who knew who that could of been. Especially since a news chopper caught the attack live. For the world too see, so teams RWBY, CFVY, Nora and Pyrrha saw it.

Ruby: Well guess we know who that would of been for if we had Combat class on yesterday.

All Jokes aside the chopper was waiting for the dust to clear. When it finally did Jaune was now Shirtless and sporting a big gash on his right arm it looks like the guy broke his Aura. Something that everyone at Beacon knew was next to impossible because Jaune is undefeated when it came to combat class. If one doesn't count the draw between him and Pyrrha. The two fought it out until they both fell from exhaustion. But what was about happen now was not a spar where it's fight till your at your max. No this fight was of a higher stake, Jaune's life was on the line.

The man got up and used his blade's to support himself.

The Butcher: Your... One pain in the ass you know that?

The Butcher: They call me The Butcher. That's my name now what's yours?

Jaune stayed quiet for a second because he was honestly still shocked that some one took the full brunt of his shock wave ground smash.

Jaune: Jaune Arc... No relation

The Butcher: A Arc huh? You truly are special.

Without a second passing The Butcher rushed in and Jaune eyes tightened as his vision focused and his mindset locked in. This battle will result in one of them dying. Jaune was able to deflect the The Butcher's swing but his wild style was new to Jaune so he wasn't expecting the second blade to come out of no where and slash his right arm and knocking his blade away leaving another gash if torn flesh and on the underside of Jaune's arm. This was bad he wouldn't be able to put a lot of power behind any punches on this arm. But that was okay Jaune knew what he would have to resort to Jaune then burst forward. Eyes lacking fear but a resolve he slide in grabbing The Butcher by his waist and just like that Ursa in class Jaune German suplexed him, again rolling into it and lifting the man again but this time keeping a two arm bear hug and slammed the guy on his shoulders sideways. Again Jaune rolled into it and lifted the man up and with his feet planted and with raw strength and pure adrenaline running through him Jaune threw the disarmed Butcher into the side of a building where he collided and bounced off of. Jaune was gassed after that display by no means was Butcher a light weight at 8feet tall and weight what felt like a ton it was hard to do what Jaune did. He may have caught a car at top speed but he hadn't been through hell before it. It just happened when he was at full strength.

Jaune felt the hands of someone familiar to him grab him. Ren had grab Jaune and gave him a shot of Adrenaline Ren looked like shit like he had got caught in Jaune's explosion.

Jaune: Dame Ren I'm sorry-

Ren had shut him up with a painful shot of adrenaline to the to the leg.

Jaune: Ow... Sorry .

Ren: You will be if we make it out of this.

Ren: I don't have any aura and my weapons are destroyed thanks to you. But that guy needs to go down.

Jaune: You thinking what I'm thinking then😁.

Ren blushing of embarrassment: Shut up

Jaune: Aww yeah Martial Arc's time.

Ren: ugh

The two ran in at the butcher who had recovered and was not ready to fight a juiced up Jaune and what looks like the ninja from earlier. But what surprised The Butcher more was the Ninja had just vanished and Jaune Arc looked to be throwing something invisible. It didn't click until he felt what was a foot to his jaw and a right hook to his rib cage one so powerful he felt his ribs crunch and shatter with it this dropped him to one knew then a barrage of calculated punches from the ninja and bone breaking bashes from Jaune. When the barrage ceased The Butcher was dumb founded the one eye he could see out off. He saw that Jaune was now casting a bright blue flaming aura and with one touch he turned the emerald ninja next to him glowing a bright green flaming aura as well.

The two locked eyes with The Butcher who was now expressing great fear.

Ren: When did you learn how to do this?

Jaune: I'll tell you later.

The two then lead in like a dance of blue and green as they both went in for punches kicks and one of Jaune's kicked sending The Butcher skyward. Ren Jumped into Jaune's hands and launched forward to meet The Butcher he super kicked him and without any warning Ren felt a burst of power as he flew forward looking back in slow motion to see Jaune winking at him and his chest burning bright blue. That's when Ren realized that Jaune had found a way not only to convert kinetic energy into aura, but he can transfer it to other's. Ren flew forward grabbing The Butcher and throwing him down towards Jaune who had jumped towards The Butcher who was beaten and bloody.

Ren: Jaune please don't kill him.

(Jaune's Mind)

No worries Ren I refused to be the monster that this man is. I will put him in his fucking place though.

Jaune: HAA!

With a discharge of all the energy Jaune knocked The lights out of The Butcher. His head snapping back from the impact but not killing him but mainly knocking him out.

Jaune landed and caught the Butcher to keep him from receiving anymore damage.

Five minutes later

Jaune came back sword in his sheathe, even though it took him a minute to find it. Ren was just standing there back towards Jaune. Jaune walked up and lightly pushed Ren's shoulder.

Jaune: From what I see the military is rounding up the last remaining terrorist and Atlas only General Ironwood is talking with Ozpin that's why there are war ships up above.

Ren: He shows up only now?

Jaune: Yeah but atleast it's over right.

Ren: Hey did you ever actually turn your scrolls distress signal?

Jaune: Yeah about that... Hehe I dropped my scroll when I rushed in to stop those guys earlier. Hehe

Ren: I want to punch you right now but I'm to weak to put any force behind it.

Then something grabbed the two's attention

Nora: Ren! Jaune!

They both turned to see they're teams and Professor Ozpin and Glynda.

But Jaune knew he was in trouble when he saw Yang and Ruby rushed him. Jaune knew he was about to receive the world's strongest hug and beating courtesy of Yang he has ever taken.

(Jaune's mind)

"I die today, this is how I die."

End of part 4

Character analysis

The Butcher: age late thirties maybe early twenties.

Classification: Classified

Huntsman classification: Unknown possibly Vanguard giving his size, weapons, and fighting style

Military experience: Ex Sargent first class.

Semblance: None

#rwby fanfiction #team rwby #team jnpr #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #violence #slight gore

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Bound by Destiny II, part 2 ― Chapter 9: The Arrival

PAIRING: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Nadya Al Jamil) RATING: Mature

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

⥼ Bound by Destiny II, part 2 ⥽

They fled New York with one purpose. Find, hunt down, and return with a way to kill a vampire god. They abandoned their loved ones and survived the City of Shadows; had their trust broken and darkest secrets brought to light. All that... and Gaius still won anyway. But now that they have nothing to lose, Nadya and her friends are finally ready to do whatever it takes to see the King of Vampires overthrown.

They just have to avoid a vampire population eager to gain favor with their new monarch, the ruthless Order of the Dawn, and whatever plans Gaius has that involve Nadya captured and brought to him alive. So... easy-peasy, right? The worlds of both dark and light hang in the balance. The time has come for the Bloodkeeper to embrace her destiny. So if anyone wants to clue her in on whatever that means, now would be great!

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⥼ Summary ⥽

It's the night of Vlad's masquerade ball, the most prestigious social event a vampire can attend. An entire ballroom full of faces and names every vampire in Europe knows... and apparently Nadya is going to upstage them all.

content warnings: language

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A pretty big chunk of their plan relies on the staff of the Tepes Estate being just as snobbish and uppity as the man they serve.

So thankfully at least something is both easily predictable and surprisingly convenient.

Staff all around, and none of them pay the pair of them much mind. Beyond the fact that they get told by more than one footman that “guests really shouldn’t be back in the staff corridors” and receive multiple warnings about how “the Count has ensured all guests for the evening, (said while looking down the biggest snooty nose in all of Prague no less) no matter their prestige, will receive adequate time to sup on the serving staff,” and that they “really shouldn’t be allowing an undisclosed human on the premises but will look the other way this time,” Nadya and Cadence are pretty much left to their own devices.

Which means scurrying out of sight before any lone particularly loyal member of the Tepes household decides to go narc and everything ends up exploding in their faces anyway.

Because there’s no way on earth these full-face masques of theirs are providing any damage cover should their plans go KABOOM!

Nadya casts another look up at Cadence as they come across their umpteenth fork in the road. Watching him decide between right or left is starting to feel as nerve-wracking as actually choosing which direction they ought to go.

“You’re sure you know where we are?” You’re sure you know we’re going the right way?

“I’m starting to feel like you have less than zero faith in me, Nadya.” He probably thinks the glance down her way is a reassuring one. But the masque over his face is almost too neutral. It’s just a mask but it feels like it’s trying too hard, you know?

“That’s not it at all. This place is just…” A lot.

He barely remembers to reach back and take her by the hand before he chooses left in a hurry. Who knows how much time they’ve wasted just trying to find their way through this seemingly endless castle.

“It takes me a moment to recall the map Serafine showed me before we left, but I’m… ninety percent sure I know exactly where we are.”

“And the other ten percent?”

“Is trying to keep an ear out for party noises. So if you’ll zip it, thank you.”

Admittedly Nadya would have a lot more faith in this plan if it wasn’t just the pair of them, proven stumbling disasters that they are, relying on the apparently flawless memory of a man who literally introduces himself as ‘the one with amnesia.’ She understands the rationale behind it, just as she understands the rationale behind everybody else going through the front door like an entourage of normal party-goers. They have three prestigious faces and what Jax and Lily lack in clout they make up for in being practically invisible as nobodies to this upper echelon of attendees.

But shoving the two bigwigs of their gang — well, the most recognizable face in any room of vampires and the obviously human girl losing her freakin’ mind amid a cluster of the heartbeat-less undead — through the staff entrance with nothing more than simple masks to disguise them and trusting them not to mess up finding their way among the rest in time for some famed big reveal they still don’t know the full-on details of…?

Well if they live through this long enough to chronicle this part of their journey, nobody is ever allowed to even so much as imply via metaphor that Nadya never trusted her friends wholly and completely.

Actually if they’re talking about chronicling stuff, better they leave these more vague and improvised parts of their master quest to the footnotes. That way they can pretend they knew what they were doing the whole time.

For example Nadya isn’t gonna let anyone write down that she got so wrapped up in her thoughts about what may or may not get written down that she walked face-first into a brick wall.

OW.

Not a brick wall, actually.

Cadence turns around and catches Nadya’s mask just before it falls and shatters on the ground. Thank you vampire super-speed.

“Are you okay?” He asks, wide-eyed and worried, hesitant to give her back her disguise to take stock of how she really looks.

That’s such a loaded question though, so Nadya ignores it and rubs the redness on her forehead instead.

“Why’d you stop?”

The vampire takes a moment to look up and down either end of the corridor and even around the next corner. When he’s satisfied they’re alone he pries his own mask off with a groan; practically peeling his flattened hair from where its been stuck to his forehead the moment he put the darn thing on.

“Because,” with pursed lips he blows his fringe out of his eyes, “I’ve been talking this entire time… and even when I ramble you usually have some two cents or other to pitch in.”

That’s fair. Nadya takes back her mask with a sheepish shrug. “Sorry, got distracted.”

“That much is obvious. Care to share?”

“Not really. Care to keep going?” Not like they’re exactly full of free time, here.

He sweeps his arm in an after you motion, but keeps pace with Nadya’s shorter stride. “I can hear the string quartet by now. We’re close, but they haven’t begun the announcements Serafine told me to wait for.” So maybe they have a bit of free time. Got it.

Only now she can’t stop thinking about what will be on the other side of the big grand ballroom doors.

And Nadya without her set of note cards to at least help her through her dumb speech all because her dumb dress has no dumb pockets.

“You know I still don’t get why they wouldn’t budge about you not being discovered.”

“You don’t see me complaining,” Cadence says with a shrug; and actually now that he points it out…

“No, I don’t.”

He doesn’t need to look at her to know exactly why she says it that way, either. It’s not the first time they’ve had this talk. Probably won’t be the last either.

His sigh sags from his shoulders to his fingertips. “‘Surprise warmonger back from the dead’ might accidentally eclipse ‘reincarnation of the vampire Goddess.’ Can’t have that, now can we.”

“Cadence.”

“Nadya.”

They turn another corner in complete silence. Nadya’s ears strain to hear this quartet of his but nope, not close enough for her poor human ears quite yet.

Finally Cadence seems to decide on something. Gathering himself up all the way to his full height while fiddling with the porcelain in his grasp. “Actually… Serafine and Kamilah gave me the option. When they talked about prestige all this week it was largely assuming I might be able to pretend just enough to add to their collective fame. But they gave me the choice as to whether or not I wanted to try.”

“And you said no.”

“Of course I said no. I don’t envy you, Nadya. You have to do this regardless of whether or not you want to. But for the first time it feels like I’m not in that position, and I want to take full advantage of it.”

His face falls, voice going somber. “Surely you can see why.”

She can. She did, in the flesh, and while he’d been useful at the time she can still close her eyes and remember how easily Cynbel had threatened Jax, hurt Adrian and Serafine; how callous he’d been with her life even though she’d agreed with him at the time… Not to mention all the implied things that come with Serafine, always calm and cool and collected, losing her freakin’ marbles every time he ended up a part of the conversation.

He continues. “I don’t think I could have pretended to be him if my life depended on it. And if you think about it, your life does depend on it in a way. I couldn’t risk you like that. Not after how kind you’ve been to me.”

Her fingers brush over his arm. Cadence either takes it the wrong way or chooses to give a purpose to something so small; he bends his elbow and lets her arm slide into his like a proper escort to a proper ball.

“A lot of people’s lives depend on me pretending to…” Nadya can’t quite say it though, so she swallows it down. “I just have no idea what I’m supposed to do when we get there.”

“Understandably.”

“Seriously,” offering him a wry and dry smile, “that’s all the advice you’ve got?”

He mulls it over for a good and proper think. The effort is more than appreciated even if it doesn’t actually yield results. At least this way she gets to vent it out before messing up royally when the time comes.

Cadence stops first — their linked arms jerk her back and to turn and face him. “I wouldn’t call it advice, per se,” gee—great, “but maybe we both suck at pretending because we ought to be accepting, instead. Accepting who we… were. Possibly, in your case. That way we still have the chance to move on.”

It’s a sweet sentiment, but Nadya can’t help the way her nose scrunches up slightly.

“I don’t think that applies to this case, Cade.”

“Fair enough. Can’t say I didn’t try.” And that makes the pair of them laugh, no matter how weakly. Something neither of them knew they needed, nor how badly they needed it.

It doesn’t last long… but it doesn’t need to.

“You’ll figure it out when the time comes Nadya. You usually do.”

Usually.

In wordless agreement she and Cadence don their pretend masques with mutual reluctance. At least he doesn’t have to breathe in his. But it’s easier this time to see what his face really says beneath that neutral doll-like expression.

She smiles at him in return. Like many things these days they can’t quite see it, but the feeling is there.

When they get close enough that Nadya’s ears no longer strain to catch the occasional tittering laughter or melodramatic voice, Cadence diverts them yet again. This time for a staircase he just so happens to catch sight of out of the corner of his eye.

He keeps her close; closer than before. Practically hovering over her like a shadow less than a step behind her the whole way up. She pauses when he pauses, she waits when he waits, and trusts him enough to know her faith isn’t misplaced but some explanation would be swell any time he’s feeling his usual chatty self.

Crouched close to the ground (which is a feat for him, for her not so much) Cadence crooks a finger at Nadya to join him in inching steps along the carpet towards the railing overlooking the main foyer below.

Nadya is, understandably, hesitant. “What if someone sees us?” What if someone smells me, hears me, all-of-the-aboves me?

“Same principle as before.”

“Keep close and your blood will cover me up?”

He nods. Not like she really has any other choice. Well, that and the more snatches of conversation she plucks from thin air the more curious she is.

And when has her curiosity ever not won out?

Cadence’s cloak comes heavy around her other shoulder and all but smothers her. She grabs the edge and pulls it tight while making sure not to jostle it from his shoulders. For some reason she can’t shake the feeling like she’s hiding behind a curtain with her feet sticking out underneath.

But they’re here, so they might as well take advantage of it. So Nadya joins him in peering through the stone balusters to the hustle and bustle happening below.

The foyer had been beautiful already during her visit with Serafine and Jax the other night — Nadya would even go so far as to assume it was nearly completed. That assumption would have been vastly incorrect.

It’s not her contacts; she’s not seeing double. Every bauble and ribbon and glittering glassy gem brought along the entire family. There’s practically no surface without something shiny added in some form or another, and in many cases that shiny thing has a shiny thing has a shiny thing of its own on top.

On their own the decorations probably look gaudy and too-much. But when you fill the room with graceful vampires all dolled up in unique fashions and splendors everything else is lost in the background. Tasteful would probably have ended up the equivalent of a fifty-buck Party Town Supply budget. So at least the Count knows his audience.

She should be looking for their friends… and she is. But Nadya tells herself it’s being a good and thorough secret agent to observe all the other guests along the way. Two birds and all that. But it’s not easy to just sweep her eyes over the assembled masses in search of a few key faces. Not when each masque is a face all its own.

You’d think there are only so many combinations of colors, designs, and styles to make before they start getting repetitive. But that couldn’t be farther from the case. She gets it now, seeing everything and everyone from way up high and afar like this. The importance of not just the masque itself, but having the right kind of masque above everything else.

Masquerade balls are about hiding and blending in; being just another face in the crowd.

Les Visages de la Gloire is the exact opposite. And even that feels like the most watered-down way to put it she can think of.

A gentle weight falls on Nadya’s back and she shudders a gasp. When had she stopped breathing? Not for fear of being caught, but at the beauty of it all that could only be described as—literally—breathtaking.

Faceless in their full face-coverings and headdresses each more ostentatious than the last; not important enough to show who they are but still in competition with each other — still with deeds to announce and reputations to uphold. Half-masks covering the left side, the right side, the top of one and the bottom of another and all of them made uniquely for a single soul and nobody else.

Some vampires have masques that match their costumes. Others clash in a way that can’t be anything other than on purpose. Even from a distance Nadya can see the difference between carefully crafted metalwork and porcelain painted with glossy lacquer; can compare wood carvings with rich varnish and contrast that with the vast rainbow of matte colors on terracotta. Most are adorned with embellishments and jewels heavy enough to make her neck hurt just by looking at them.

Nearly all take full advantage of the fact their wearers won’t end up suffocating on the other side.

And I’m supposed to show them all up without so much as a sheer ribbon over my eyes? Yeah, Nadya’s confidence takes a knife to the gut just thinking about it.

“Over there.”

Not like Cadence’s finger isn’t pointing down to a massive crowd or anything, but that’s exactly the point — forgive the pun.

Though they can’t quite see double doors leading inside the castle from the exterior from their hiding spot, the sudden hush that falls over the idle crowd offers up an equally dramatic entrance.

It’s the kind of arrival that would be filmed in slow-motion. The kind that pans up from the purposeful echo of each expensive step; dragging over the exquisite details of their costumes in one long smooth glide all the way to the big reveal. And what a reveal it is.

Kamilah’s spindly masque may be made of steel but it curls over her sharp features with all the grace of a silken thread. It’s a face covering by only the thinnest margin of definition, with too many gaps in the framework to even pretend to conceal her identity. But after taking in the rest of the crowd… it’s obvious she’s the kind of face — the kind of presence — that simply can’t go unrecognized.

Everything about Kamilah, from her posture to her raised chin to her not-at-all-faked aura of superiority, demands recognition.

On the surface she’s the woman that Nadya knows; that she trusts and cares about so so much. But look beneath, something all too easy to do — like sweeping aside a mist, it’s impossible to miss how she’s so much more.

The Bloodqueen has arrived. And the entire foyer is speechless before her.

Without even moving a muscle the closest groups stagger back several more steps. Dozens of them nearly tripping over themselves and each other in their haste.

It’s no surprise that the space is quickly taken up by the two figures flanking Kamilah’s sides.

Serafine’s masque isn’t so much a mask as it is a scrap of lace just wide enough to earn the collective approval. As if anyone here doesn’t already know who she is regardless. But that’s how she can pull the look off if Nadya is remembering her explanation right.

No one would dare partake in Les Visages without knowing—without introduction—the woman who started it all.

Some final vestiges of their psychic connection tugs Nadya towards her; not physically so much as emotionally. Even without seeing Serafine’s features up close there’s a bittersweet ache in her chest that’s definitely not Nadya’s own.

The vampiress can offer up all the scarlet-lipped smiles she wishes. They are all hollow and fake. The simple act of being here causes Serafine nothing but distress.

And then there was Adrian.

Who, in comparison to Kamilah and Serafine, makes the women nearest him seem positively giddy and gleeful to be here tonight.

He wears his tailored costume perfectly; that wasn’t in doubt. It’s the masque that leaves him stony-faced. Gold rich and dark that catches every little flame on the chandelier over his head that covers his eyes but can’t hide the tension wracking his jaw.

He and Kamilah both wear near-identical rich crimson garnets inlaid just beneath their masque’s right eye. Shared stones for a shared Maker. But along his edges are thin metal spires, short but wicked sharp, that vary from the same gold, to steel, to a coppery hue.

A second glance confirms Nadya’s suspicions; Adrian isn’t the only one with those kinds of embellishments along the edges of their masques. Scouring a few of them from the crowd, the way they carry themselves and mirror Adrian’s ramrod-straight posture answers a question she didn’t know she needed to ask.

If the garnet labels him and Kamilah both as Turned by Gaius, then the spikes are the mark of the soldier. Any soldier; but one worth recognition for their service.

Which is everything Adrian doesn’t want. Everything he had worried over, and was working now towards overcoming in the wake of his past.

Nadya ducks her head hastily to catch her tear before it falls. Thankfully she’s quick enough. If only she could wipe away the reason for it just as easily.

Pull yourself together, girl, she scolds, and it’s just enough to do the trick and pull Nadya’s focus back to everything around them. All the stillness and nothingness and the way a room full of the undead hold their collective unnecessary breath waiting for what will happen next.

Which is exactly the kind of attention-grabbing showstopper the three of them are supposed to be. All eyes turned on the prestigious trio they are together, and away from Nadya and Cadence one floor above.

All focus on who they are, why they’ve come, what they will do; and away from the practically invisible dynamic duo that slips through the crowd towards the closed ballroom doors.

Behind her, Cadence lets out an impressed little “hah” when he finally manages to pick Lily and Jax out of the crowd. “I completely missed them. Did you see them sneak in?”

“No,” answers Nadya, but that’s actually a good thing. That was the whole point.

Without a word Kamilah takes one step forward. Her aura of command acts like an invisible shield that parts the rest; holding them at a respectable distance.

But the sudden shifting of the mass of faces and their masques gets dangerous when it turns right in their direction. If even one wandering eye looks up, they’re done for!

Without a word the vampire pulls Nadya backwards, letting the force of his bulk pull them out of eyesight in the nick of time. That was a little close, huh.

Nadya doesn’t get the chance to thank him though.

The moment she opens her mouth a loud echoing clang rings out below them, followed by the distinct shuffle of something heavy being dragged achingly close to the foyer’s marble floors.

Neither of them needs to risk sneaking a look.

Right on time. The ballroom doors have finally opened, allowing the first wave of prestige to spill forth out to the grand dance floor.

And though the shuffling of boots and sharp tapping of heels fills the vacuum of stunned silence as the attendees start to move, it’s not nearly enough noise to drown out the sudden and familiar exuberant laughter of delight that echoes across every polished surface below. The kind of laughter designed to be projected across adoring crowds; and carefully rehearsed to always seem full of intriguing promise.

What Nadya wouldn’t give to borrow a little of Vlad Tepes’ seemingly endless confidence for her own performance… looming ever-closer and starting to pick up real steam.

“Remember my lovelies! Faceless and no-names, see yourselves inside. New blood and the lucky virginal attendees right beside them!”

Her full-body shiver of discomfort is more than warranted. But Nadya only wishes she could be surprised at his… unsettling word choice.

“I’m suddenly very glad to be up here.”

She snorts at the wide-eyed stare looking out from Cadence’s mask. “You and me both.”

“Yes yes darling, oh you look a treat. And you there — you must tell me the story behind that engraving later, you simply must.” It’s really to their luck and benefit that the Count likes hearing himself talk so much. They can stay far away from the railing and still keep tabs on what gauge of prestige is next to be welcomed into the bal masqué proper.

They just have to wait until everyone—Vlad included—is inside. Everyone but the most prestigious of the lot of them. And when all eyes are (once again) on the Bloodqueen herself… they’ll have no choice but to witness Nadya’s arrival.

Having Kamilah by her side might just give her the kick in the metaphorical pants to do this thing. Not the literal though. There’s no way this practically bleach-white linen getup will survive a boot print, and especially not to the rear end.

Down below there’s a momentary lull; all but shattered by Vlad’s returning laughter now pitched higher than before.

“Why there you are, Serafine! Here I worried I had somehow lost track of your arrival in the excitement.”

His words are followed by two unmistakably wet noises; which Nadya prays are just over-dramatic kisses to her cheeks.

“Surely you jest,” she teases good-naturedly; said with all the humor of someone whose smile can’t possibly reach her eyes, “I see before me you follow the old traditions quite well. Showing the prestigious their due, their arrival witnessed by all who look to them in admiration.”

“Well of course! It makes for the grandest of entrances.”

“Ah, yes,” the elder vampiress croons, “and as the illustrious host yours would be the last, non?”

“Don’t worry darling — I would never claim credit for your centuries of contribution to our dwindling community.”

“Meaning?”

Somehow Nadya just knows Vlad throws his hair back unnecessarily as he laughs again.

“You can enter just before me, of course.”

“Then when, may I ask, might you suggest my blood-kin Adrian and I make our entrance known, old friend?”

Unlike Serafine, who at least pretends to smile while enduring the torture of his conversation, Kamilah’s question is cold and clipped. It rings with all the disinterest of the Kamilah that Nadya had met so long ago — and she’d place good money on the single raised eyebrow hiked high enough to be seen over her masque, too.

But if anyone could render Vlad speechless…

Nadya struggles to hear something, anything, until she catches the faint rustle of stiff and expensive fabric moving with haste. Vlad’s gesture of greeting, no doubt.

Just like she has no doubt that Kamilah and Adrian don’t humor him as long as Serafine has. It certainly explains the flustered, hasty way his next words tumble from his tongue with practically no filter.

“All the best surprises are the ones that sweep one off his feet. My humble gathering of our kind—nay, our family—from the nearest branch to the farthest root is made absolutely resplendent by the honor of your presence!

“Your Majesty, mon cherie —” —a beat, his attention likely shifting to Adrian— “— and Sergeant Adrian Raines, just when I had resigned myself to an evening of only the old and antiquated in renown. Here you stand before me, as handsome as the day we first met.”

Nadya quickly schools her bewildered expression — too long and it might get stuck that way. But that is flirtation if she’s ever heard it. Not good flirtation, but nevertheless.

“Vlad, as… lively… as ever.” Adrian just barely recovers, but now she’s dying to know what he had almost said instead. “Hard to believe it’s been nearly seventy-five years since last we met. Time… flies so quickly.”

“Oh pish posh,” replies the Count, “you wouldn’t know it but for the calendars. My memory of those chiseled features of yours obviously needed a refresh.”

He’s barely finished speaking when he gasps, clapping his hands together delightedly. “Speaking of memory! You’ll have to forgive my fright. As you all know surely, my recollection skills are of world-renown. Yet the sight of you all almost thrust me spiraling into self-doubt.

“And not without good reason! As I could have sworn you — the both of you, that is to say — had… cast aside your former titles.”

It’s just like before. Everything that pops into his head said without a filter all the way up until what he’s saying isn’t as vapid as it was at the start.

It must be so easy to write Vlad Tepes off at first glance. Just look at the public opinion of the guy. Nadya had, she’s humble enough to admit it. But the hard truth is that he is Vlad Tepes; he is Count Dracula.

But whether he’s all the things the myths and legends claim or not it can’t go ignored that he knows what he’s doing (even if it doesn’t seem like it). He knows how to play a crowd, how to stroke an ego. He’s a master of misdirection.

Has nobody pitched a Vegas residency to this guy yet? Seriously?

But if he thinks he’s going to out-wit someone like Kamilah he must have those leather pants on just a little too tight.

She doesn’t address his comment. Brushing it aside proves a much more important point.

“Shall Adrian and I wait patiently here while you and Serafine follow through, then?”

Vlad must be used to playing the ‘host with the most’ card, because he hesitates. But Kamilah wasn’t asking — she was just being polite.

“Yes,” he finally agrees, though surprisingly less strained than Nadya would have expected. “I would not dare nor dream of presuming your prestige. Nor would I separate the grand entrance of the progeny of our King.

“The three of you will have a most celebratory announcement, I give you my word.”

Did she hear that right?

Serafine offers a gentle tittering laugh. “I see no reason why you and I should not enter together, ma puce.”

“We shall.”

Vlad’s words die to the sound of heavy heels across the foyer floor. Too many steps to be one of her friends; but certainly more than enough for them to bring a person across the length of the room to where they are gathered.

Of course something is going wrong. They should have anticipated something going wrong. They had, her brain reminds her, and probably thinks its being helpful by doing so.

She dares to inch just close enough to catch a glimpse down below and spoiler alert — it isn’t helpful at all.

With his head held high, Marc Antony makes a bold statement in taking Kamilah’s hand without it being offered. Then he goes a step further with a half-bow and a kiss pressed to the back — or the ghost of one. He barely manages it before she yanks it from his grasp — in surprise, in anger, that’s not the part that matters.

With everyone fixated on the two oldest vampires in the room, Adrian dares to steal a glance of warning up to the railing. Wide-eyed and with pursed lips, the message when he gives the tiniest shake of his head is clear.

Nadya retreats, practically crab-walking backwards.

Cadence tries to help her sudden shaking panic with an arm over her shoulders. It’s the thought that counts.

“What,” he asks worriedly, “who is it?”

“Antony,” Nadya exhales, and the man goes rigid beside her. “It’s Marc Antony.”

#bloodbound #playchoices fanfiction #playchoices #kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #bloodbound mc #mc: nadya al jamil #adrian raines #serafine dupont #jax matsuo #lily spencer #marc antony #oc: cadence smith #vlad tepes #fic: oblivion bound #oblv: new chapter #oblv: bound by destiny ii #; my fics

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Animaniacs: King Yakko Review (Comission by BlahDiddy)

Hello my beautiful technicolor rainbow! It’s time for Animaniacs, and while there is no balonga in my slacks there is one last christmas review for my friend to finish up, and after two visits to Acme Lab for the spinoff we’re finishing up with a look at Animaniacs proper. Suprisingly for a show that stands so easily on it’s own it’s existance is entirely thanks to another show: Tiny Toon Adventures, which had largely the same staff, including ep and co-creator stephen speilberg and Todd Ruegger, who was brought aboard from A Pup Named Scooby Doo. Since TIny Toon was a colossal hit with tons of awards and merch, including some very good video games I wish Warner would find a way to re-release, I mean.. come on if disney can rerelease the disney afternoon games (If...not..for..switch), and LIon King and Aladdin games (If somehow FOR switch), then Warner, which has it’s own game stuido no less, can put together a collection of the good Tiny Toons games when the new show comes out soon.

Point is it was a mass sucess and Warner Bros likes money, so they had Speilberg try to get Rutger to come up with another show for the two of them to do, something with name value. Rutger found his inpsiration when seeing the iconic warner water tower and taking some platypus characters, came up with our heroes and the rest is history.. well okay he retooled them from plataups’ to early looney tunes and other toons style characters minus the racisim of say bosko the tall ink kid but still, the rest after that is history. And the rest of this review is after the cut

The show was, and KINDA still is, a variety show: taking a page from looney tunes, as well as tex avery’s other work, the crew decided rather than just focus on the warners, to instead create a whole cast with various ensembles to work with so we got Pinky and the Brain, The Goodfeathers, Rita and Runt, the Hip HIppos, Katie Kaboom, Chicken Boo, and my personal faviorite Slappy Squirrel.. and the bane of my existance, Buttons and Mindy.. or rather Mindy’s Mom. The kid did nothing wrong. So naturally the first thing Animaniacs related I cover.. is an episode entirely breaking from format for one 20 something minute Warners cartoon. I do intend to do more animanics stuff in the future, so i’ll hopefully get a chance to talk about everyone, I just feel unlike with say house of mouse most people reading this probably know who they all are, and I can save any deep dives for if I cover the characters specifically. Spoilers: there’s probably never going to be a buttons and mindy deep dive unless someone tourtues me by paying for it.

So with that out of the way, we can dive into the episode.. which I won’t be covering in my usual recap it point by point because the writers have freely admitted that’s not what Animaniacs is about. While some of i’ts SEGMENTS are more story based like Pinky and the Brain, Goodfeathers and Rita and Runt, most are just based on simple set ups to reams and reams of gags. And I love it. I grew up with this stuff not just Tiny Tunes and Animaniacs but the classic Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry and Droopy shorts.

Their well timed, well executed feats of comedy and most have aged pretty well.. emphasis on MOST. I’m keenly aware why there are several gaps in the shorts for both Tom and Jerry and The Looney Tunes on HBO Max, including all of the Pepe LePew and Speedy Gonzalez shorts. Also all of Droopy is missing.

My grumblin aside though, it is VERY NICE to have all the classic Warner and Tom and Jerry shorts at my fingertips and it was one of the biggest selling points of Max for me. Last year I gained an intrest in the old disney theatrical shorts, hence my various birthday specials, so I BADLY wanted to revisit the theatrical shorts I grew up with. And honestly.. Max is the best way to do that: their in crisp hd, in neat season collections (Though the Looney Tunes one is better sorted, tom and jerry’s seasons are just.. random smatterings of shorts across various eras), and most importantly EVERY SHORT they felt comfortable with putting up there is on there. Every. Single. One. I make a big deal about this because Disney.. has only maybe 30-40 of their hundreds of shorts on there. Now lucky for me the vast majority are still on youtube and I get why some really arne’t suitable.. we probably don’t need the donald duck short where he prepares to shoot a penguin in the face or the Goofy short where his own reflection, the goofy equilvent of tyler durden I guess?, keeps saying “Hey Fat” to him. And yes BOTH of these actually happened. But.. there’s MANY shorts with no clear excuse why their absent like the triplets first apperance, gus’ only apperance, and one a friend told me about.. that time mickey built a robot to box a gorillia. Again not making this up, just wondering why you can’t restore the rest of these for plus. They’ve ADDED shorts ocasionally, but it still dosen’t make a whole lot of sense to just.. not have them all up there. and to not put them in some sorta collection for easier consumption but hey it’s Disney. They either full ass things or half ass it. There is no middle ground. Point is Warner.. actually cares about their heritage in shorts and honors it and thus has everything avaliable in the best quality, so tha’ts nice.

My point after that detour is I really love this kind of humor, and now as an adult I can see the effort the timing, pacing and character chemistry these shorts had takes. And Rugger and co.. they got it. They got it down perfect. And this episode is a great show of that and just how they barely updated this format for the 90′s. But as I said it’s more about the jokes and basic setup, our heroes are slotted into x scenario and just left to run wild. It’s been the basic seutp for looney tunes, tom and jerry and all the gag based greats, and it works perfectly here. Sure there’s some setting and continuity with the warner lot, scratch n sniff, ralph, plotz and in the reboot Rita, but it’s mostly just our heroes go up against “X asshole” and it just works.

And that’s.. entirley what this episode is. The short is an homage to the graucho marx film Duck Soup, which given the warners were based on the marx brothers that isn’t a huge suprise, a film like brian’s song I have not seen, but genuinely want to. The basic setup is the same: An underqualified womanizer, though since htis is Yakko it dosen’t get past hitting on his chancelor, played by hello nurse, constantly, which is still.. ewwwww... but clearly not the same thing, becomes king of a small nation and ends up at war with another country. There were spies and other stuff in the original short but that was left out to streamline things. But this homage stands on it’s own fine: The basic plot is this: Yakko, due to being a distant relative and the last one alive, becomes king of the small happy and very musical, as the wonderful opening number shows, country of Anvilania, which makes anvils and why yes there is one MASSIVE anvil gag as a result at the end. Yakko says he’ll try his best and geninely tries to with the shenanigans you’d expect, including Dot not gettnig Polka Dot’s are a thing and instead taknig any mention of it as a sign to polka, Yakko again hitting on his colleague and wanting ot get a new anthem because the current one by “Perry Coma’ puts people to sleep. Honeslty that gag didn’t do it for me: Partly because I genuinely know next to nothing about Como and he’s far past my generation.. and because despite this, SCTV did a MUCH better Perry Como gag over a decade before this episode that while still left me baffled as to why anyone cared about mocking him, was 80 times funnier and felt far less like you needed to know who he was to be funny.

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That being said it’s one of only three running gags, and jokes period that didn’t land for me. The other ones being the hello nurse bits, because it’s aged really badly to have Yakko harass one of his employees and his age is hte only thing that keeps it from scuttling the episode as he’s just 13 or 14. Maybe 15.

So SO glad I now have that on hand whenever i need it. The other being the “Your highness” joke as it just.. dosen’t make much sense and isn’t very funny. But that’s it: a refrence i specfically don’t get and I doubt most of you will, and if you do fine we all have our frames of refrences, a joke that’s dated very poorly, and one that just.. didn’t land. And even then the Perry Coma thing’s third use to knock out the opposing army DID work for me as did the VERY clever joke of “Sire” “Maybe later”, so even the weaker bits still had some legs. But getting back to what little plot there is the king of the rival country, upon hearing this, assumes he can easily intimidate a child into giving him the throne and goes to a royal reception. Instead, as you’d expect, the Warners mistake him for a party clown, show him no respect and fail to take his delcration of war seriously, and while in a REALLY great gag, and the reason i’m not doing a strict summary is 90% of the review would be me saying something to that effect, Yakkos’ call to action for his troops ends up having them all run off in fear, the Warners take out the army as noted above and then in one of the most GLORIOUS climaxes in the series history...

In which the Warners give the bad guy “all the anvils” as he requested. I sadly coulnd’t find a clip of it but seek it out if you got hulu, my words can’t do it justice as they hit him with anvil after anvil in increasingly clever and insane ways till the guy finally gives up and it .. is glorious. Other highlights not already mentioned include: The opening song, the bad guy dictator from the other nation not being able to hear because of his helmet and his attendee having to lift it, leading to Yakko taking off his helmet just to end the “what’ running gag, Yakko’s bit explaning his distant relation and more. So yeah not a ton to say on this one. It’s a very good, very funny episode but also very typical of a warner cartoon in structure, just stretched over 22 or so minutes. As I said with few exceptions the jokes work, the anmation is crisp as always, and the climax is one of the series best. A crisp, quick watch and a nice quick review after a week of with some really tough ones behind me and ahead of me and a month of rather large ones a few weeks out. So yeah if you like animaniacs, even ifyou’ve seen this one worth a watch, if you have any more animaniacs you’d like me to take a look at feel free to comment or comission and until the next rainbow..

#animaniacs #yakko warner #dot warner #wakko warner #anvilania #hello nurse #king yakko #duck soup #goodnight everybody #hulu #warner bros #kids wb

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anika-ann · 4 years

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A Matter of Trust

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 5470 (oops)

Summary: You and Steve get to go to a mission together after a while; free drinks, partying, dressing-up nicely, stealing blueprints, the usual. You might even enjoy this as a couple.

Or… not really. Of course something would go awry. What else did you expect when wearing these killer heels anyway?

A/N: Written for or @wkemeup’s 4k writing challenge; congratulations! Well-deserved, no arguing here; shall the number continue to grow ;) Thank you for letting me participate!

Prompt: “Get in the closet, now!” (bold in the text)

Warnings: suggestive language, mentions of a kink, objectification, gun violence (brief), swearing (always), attempt at humour, fluff…?

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In your whole history as an operative of S.H.I.E.L.D. slash Avenger, time had never dragged so slowly as it did at this party.

Not even Steve’s presence cheered you up, mostly because he was busying himself with being everyone’s company but yours despite you two coming here together. For a mission. To work, you reminded yourself.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t been there for the plan-making which had resulted in mutual agreement of Steve falling into the role of an honourable man whose infamous good nature prevented him from saying no to anyone who asked for a moment with him even if it meant leaving you alone. Which you supposedly mind, because you were here with him only to sneak in here and possibly get your five minutes of glory if he stood by your side long enough

And that was only an act for people who would have noticed you had arrived together.

For the others, you simply attended the party – a known cover-up for a place of business in arms-deal among the powerful men of the underground world – to have fun and seduce some rich businessman.

Sipping from the very same glass of champagne you had helped yourself with about an hour ago, you scanned the room in the search for the big boss. No, not Steve, but the man of the hour, the one whose blueprints you were meant to steal. The blueprints of a potentially large bomb that could kill tens of thousands if it went kaboom and released the nanoparticles of a dangerous virus to the air.

Lovely. Someone clearly had too much time on their hands coming up with crap like that only to make your life miserable.

“What’s a gorgeous lady like yourself doing at this party alone?” a velvety voice interrupted your dark musing and you vainly tried to cover the shudder running down your spine, cursing at the heat curling in your stomach.

Was this how he was talking to all the women who were throwing themselves at him tonight? Probably.

Had you been through that before? Yes.

Had you expected it to happen tonight? Sadly, yeah.

Was it bothering you? Hell the fuck yeah, even if you knew it shouldn’t and that it didn’t mean anything but Steve doing his job right.

You cursed mentally at your weakness and sighed out loud, spinning around to face the man.

“Waiting for a bulky blond supersoldier to come save her, naturally,” you hissed back, hating yourself for letting your jealously get the better of you.

Steve had never ever made you as much as doubt that you were the one for him, but that green bitch of an emotion still intruded on you tonight. You blamed the upcoming visit from aunt flow and the rush of hormones arriving with it and the fact you were itching to leave and go home just for getting rid of those ridiculously high heels alone.

You usually enjoyed wearing high heels, they gave you confidence as gazes of many men and women followed you, but the stilettos you had got chosen tonight could be used as murder weapon.

Ha, maybe you could try and sell them here, you’d make a fortune!

A frown appeared on Steve’s face, one of curiosity, regret and surprise when he registered your irritated tone.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded quietly, whispering to your ear intimately, only making the situation worse.

“You shouldn’t be talking to me, Captain Rogers. You’ll blow it.”

His eyebrow jumped ridiculously high and you realized what you said; you groaned both at his cheekiness and your stupidity.

“Blow our cover. Get your mind out of the gutter…” you muttered, putting some distance between the two of you for the sake of the cover.

“Maybe I’m feeling a bit reckless tonight,” he hummed back, his large palm resting on your lower back and you had to take a moment to swallow the blissful groan at his gesture. You loved his hands and the heels were not only killing your feet, but also you back, and the warmth radiating from his skin felt like heaven. “But seriously, are you okay?”

“You could have asked through the comm.”

“I wanted to check up on you personally. So?” he insisted and you couldn’t but sigh again, finishing your glass of champagne when you spotted Wagner, aka your target. You stepped away from Steve.

“Just tired. Want this to be over with. Go mingle, Steven.”

Pausing when you took a note of the harshness in your tone, you found his concerned gaze over your shoulder, whispering as softly as you could: “Thank you for your concern… Captain.”

You caught a glimpse of his discreet lopsided smile before turning away fully.

As you walked into the crowd, your long crimson dress curled around your feet with every step due to the provocative – read practical – slit ending mid-thigh. You hoped that the memory of watching you go would occupy his brain for some time while he talked to the flocks of both male and female admirers.

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Two hours. It took you another two hours to ensure you’d be safe sneaking into the Wagner’s office slash bedroom.

Of course his bureau would be his bedroom; men like him knew nothing about good old sleep hygiene, because the thought of their money distracted them from the evil they were doing to the world and had them sleeping like babies.

Using the key-card you had snatched about three minutes ago, you easily entered the over-decorated room.

Looks like someone’s compensating for something, you noted mentally, not losing any time and activating the no-prints mode on your gloves; one of the perks of working with Tony Stark. You were wearing the nanotech the whole evening and no one had a clue, because the particles were imitating your skin. You’d leave a print on the glass of champagne if you wanted; if you planned on rummaging someone else’s office, leaving a trace was a different case and you wouldn’t take any risks.

Systematically starting on the right from the door and working your way through everything that looked even remotely like a possible hideout, you didn’t forget to gingerly place your palm over the wall-length closet so Friday could run scans.

God, you loved that Tony Stark was on the side of the angels despite not quite being one himself; according to him at least.

“No signs of anything else than overpriced shirts, tuxedos and sets for dom-sub play,” the AI announced, barely audible, and you cringed. Not what you needed to know. “Cuffs are men’s size. Dominatrix set for a wom-“

“Enough, enough! Gee, Friday…” you muttered under your breath, not liking the visual of Wagner in the middle of enjoying-

Gross.

“No need for that much detail…”

Shaking your head, you moved onto the desk; an obvious, perhaps too obvious choice, which was why you wouldn’t place your bet on it. But hey, you could never be sure enough until you checked.

The sudden noise on your right had you drawing your gun at instant, your pulse skyrocketing.

The first thing you saw was a large frame of the newcomer and neatly combed blond hair. Your shoulders slumped.

Steve raised his hands as he moved from the doorway to stand inside, his face visibly relaxing at the sight of you searching another man’s desk.

The door clicked shut behind him and you forced yourself to breathe in, shoving your gun back to the holster placed on your covered thigh.

“Jesus, Steve!” you whisper-yelled exasperatedly and resumed your inspection, paying him no mind anymore. You had more important things to do at the moment; not that you wouldn’t do him; Steve in a tux was sight to behold, like hold onto THAT, literally get your hands on it, but you were here for a job.

“You weren’t responding!” Steve replied in the same manner, causing you to freeze.

He had been trying to contact you? And you couldn’t hear him? But-

“Oh,” you let out intelligently, doing the math easily. “He must have some sort of a jammer in here, makes sense.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But I’m fine,” you stated, shutting one drawer, opening another. “How did you even ge– never mind. You should go-“

“Don’t wanna cloooose my eyeees!”

The distant howl-like shout from the hall turned your blood into ice, your eyes widening.

You had studied Wagner the whole evening; you’d recognize his voice anywhere, even when he was singing ‘I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing’ out of tune.

“-before THAT happens! Shit!”

As you pulled out your phone, the live-feed from the camera in the hall offered you a marvellous view.

Two gorilla-men were dragging Wagner towards his room as his feet barely kept him standing. Gorilla number three was walking behind them just in case that their boss’ face decided to meet the floor despite the support offered to him.

Shit, shit, SHIT-

Closing the drawer you were currently scouring, lips pressed into a tight line, you eyed Steve; he was already bracing himself for the fight, caught in the middle of the process of discarding the jacket to have wider range of movements.

You whined internally – firstly, what a sight, it would always make you weak in knees no matter what. Secondly, if this was to end in a fight, the chances were that you’d make it out without the plans and you had spent the night in those killer heels for nothing.

Oh no, you don’t-

“Cause I’d miss ya’ BABY—I don’t wanna miss a THIIIIING!”

Scanning the room once more, your mind running hundred miles a minute, your gaze fell on the huge-ass closet of which contents you had learned more than you’d like to.

Your lips parted in surprise at the plan forming in your own head.

This is a terrible idea.

It’s yours!

Exactly.

Yeah, okay, fair enough-

NO TIME TO COME UP WITH A BETTER ONE-

Steve was kind enough to follow when you grabbed his arm and pulled him from his spot in the middle of the room, though he did shoot you an utterly confused look.

You met his eyes and gulped when the singing approached the room way too quickly to your liking.

“STILL MISS YA’ BABY–“

“I need you to trust me now,” you pleaded in hushed tone, seeing Steve’s pupils go wide, covering the somewhat always warm blue of his irises.

“With what?”

Well, he asked for it.

“Get in the closet, now!”

A second of shocked silence followed your request before his brain made the connection and a scowl twisted his handsome face.

“What? No! I’m not leaving you alone to face them!” he raised his voice minutely and you covered his mouth to remind him that there were ears present, inching closer with each second passing.

“DON’T WANNA FAAAAALL ASLEEEEEEP-!”

“That’s exactly what you’ll do! That’s easier to play off.”

Steve very much not agreed if his eyes flashing with anger were anything to go by. His hand pushed yours away as he towered over you.

“I’m not leaving-“

“Look at the gorillas, Steve!” you shoved the phone to his face, unlocking the closet and throwing its door open. “One word from them to the rest of security and we’re screwed. Get in!”

Something between a whine, a groan and a growl – neither of those sounds sexy given the circumstances – escaped his lips and you assumed he had to admit to himself that you were right.

Taking a mental note of his resistance diminishing, you easily pushed him towards the limited dark space.

“CAUSE EEEEEVEN WHEN I DREAM OF YOOOOOOOU- THE SWEETEST DREAM WILL NEEEVER DOOOOOO-“

“We can still play it off toge-“ he tried to protest one more time but you pushed against his chest adamantly.

“And say what? This isn’t what it looks like? We just happened to choose your office to get freaky? I’ll handle it. Trust me.”

Steve gave you his unfairly disarming pleading look, his puppy eyesTM, but backed into the closet without another word, clutching his previously stripped jacket to his chest, because he did trust you.

Fingers on the handle, you hesitated when you realized what could ruin the charade you came up with and planned on pulling off.

Swallowing hard at the terrible idea, you gave Steve a tiny encouraging smile as you drew your gun and three knives from your leg holster/sheath and pressed it to his hands.

“Hold these for me.”

Swiftly closing the door, the last thing you saw was the horror on his face.

As the door swung open and you spun on your heels, he had no chance to react.

The loud song which had been reaching your ears for seemingly endless time died on Wagner’s lips and the third extra gorilla of a man behind him instantly pulled out his gun.

And aimed it right at your face. While you had nothing to defend yourself but your bare hands.

Yay.

“Who are you?!” he thundered and like a charm, Wagner stood straight so the other two guards could have you at gunpoint as well.

Yet, what sent an unpleasant shiver through you was Wagner’s sleazy eyes travelling from your killer heels to your ankles, up to your partly exposed thigh, your waist and finally settling on your cleavage, not bothering to make it higher to look into your eyes.

So. He’s a pig. Shocker.

For once, you were grateful. Not that he was supposed to know that.

A sweet innocent smile spread on your lips as you eyed the weapons with what seemed to be almost a satisfaction, you hoped.

“A government agent, of course,” you said, voice pitched just a bit higher than usual. You felt a bit sorry for Steve at the moment; you were well-aware of nearly giving him a heart attack by saying that. “I work with Captain America.” Scratch the ‘nearly’. Poor Steve’s heart. “I was given the task to scour this place… very… thoroughly.”

Your tone husky now, your teeth bit down on your lower lip, your eyes watching Wagner with faked interest. He hypnotized your red lips before shaking his head as if snapping from a haze.

“They told me you’ve been a bad, bad man. I kept my eye on you all evening,” you admitted, not even having to lie.

The following smile you sent his direction was perhaps too predatory, but that could work. For him anyway.

“Who do you work for?!”

The guards were not as easily fooled as their drunk boss apparently; then again, you hadn’t expected them to.

“Oh. A.R.M.O.R. America-Related Manpower Operatives and Reinforcements.” God bless their hearts if they were going to buy that, seeing you were obviously trying to imitate the SHIEILD acronym. Very poorly. Playing it up, you let a giggle escape you before your expression turned serious, guilty even. “Oh. Probably shouldn’t have said that. It’s only my first time, you see. I finished my training few days ago.”

“Mm… look at ‘dat…” Wagner drawled and nope, it had nothing on the way Steve spoke when his accent peeked through while he was drunk on Asgardian liquor or lust alone.

Not relevant.

Wagner waved off his guard dogs, gesturing to one of them to approach you. “Why don’t we search you first?”

“Make it quick. I have…” you let your eyes trail over Wagner’s body, licking your lips when visibly lingering on his crotch, “more important tasks at hand. I came here for a mission. I’d like it to… finish.”

Two men instantly went to inspect you, patting you from the back, from the front, up and down, way longer and more thoroughly than necessary.

And they found what they were looking for.

One large palm harshly slipped between your thighs and you closed your eyes, willing yourself not to throw up at the pawing.

Gorilla One’s head snapping up to you, he pulled out the only weapon left on you, handing it to his boss and Gorilla Two grabbed your wrists and locked it behind your back, causing you to nearly hiss in pain.

“Oops,” you shrugged instead, burning gaze locked onto the man who was holding both your weapon and your life in his hands.

Your heart was beating frantically in anticipation, your confidence wavering as Wagner inspected the knife.

A slow smile spread on his face, his left eyebrow rising and then he finally, finally burst out laughing.

A confused ‘what’ sounded from behind you as the man’s utterly smashed boss howled in hysterical laughter.

“This—this is GOL-DEN!” he choked out, tossing the item to the very man who had handed it to him.

“It’s a stage-prop,” Gorilla One sighed.

And that it was. Thank you, Natasha Romanoff.

“Oh. So it’s fake.”

“Told you I have more important things at hand… so if—my hands could find some release please…” you asked sweetly over your shoulder. The very next second, you remembered just what was in the closet; and you weren’t thinking Steve. So you switched tactics. “That’s an order, actually. Let. Me. Go.”

“What the agent said, Greg,” Wagner beckoned, still chuckling, a new twinkle appearing in his eye, his face free of mistrust. Gorilla Two, Greg apparently, released your hands with reluctance. You didn’t bother thanking him. “And let her work. Off you go.”

When the gorillas wavered for few moments, you felt your impatience grow along with the pain shooting up your calves. Damn heels.

“Have you not heard your superior? Do I need to teach you some discipline?”

Wagner licked his lips, taking two wobbly steps towards you. It seemed to seal the deal for the guards, because they left the room.

“Someone went out of their way to get you… Must be my birthday then,” he grinned sleazily, his fingers twitching as if he craved to touch you, his hands stopping few inches from your hip. “I’m all yours, agent. Why don’t you go on with the… thorough inspection?”

Straightening your posture, chin stuck up, you nodded curtly.

“Of course. Sir, I’ll have to ask you to raise your hands to your head. Don’t move otherwise. I’m gonna feel for weapons now.”

“Yes, madam,” he responded breathlessly, but the second you started the process, his hand landed on your hip.

You stopped in your search, locking serious gaze with him. His pupils were blown, eyes dark with lust. His fingers squeezed, his gaze flickering to your mouth as you stood nearly chest to chest.

“Sir, this is highly inappropriate. I’m gonna have to ask you-“

His palm slid to your bottom, fingers digging into the flesh.

You narrowed your eyes, not even having to pretend you didn’t like that. You slapped his hand away, earning a sly grin. He didn’t try again immediately, which you were endlessly grateful for. Instead, he obediently raised his arms so he looked ready to be either searched or crucified.

Oh, you’d gladly.

“Sorry, Agent, I couldn’t help myself. What is such… pretty face like yourself doing in business like this?” he questioned in a husky voice and at that moment, you knew that your time spent around Tony Stark had taken its toll on you, because you simply couldn’t resist that pass.

“Stealing intel from pricks like you,” you mumbled under your breath, giving him just enough time to realize something was wrong.

A fraction of second later, the edge of your hand hit his throat, bruising his larynx and causing him to release a shocked huff of air. Kicking his knee next, your elbow met his face. A choked groan escaped his lips and you prayed to god he didn’t truly find his voice to call the guards.

You elbowed him in his right temple for a good measure, incapacitating his other knee so he nearly sunk to the floor. You slipped around him in one swift movement; your arm sneaked around his throat and cut out his airways.

Too stunned, he barely fought you and you felt all tension leave his muscles in no time.

Wagner’s body hit the ground as he slipped through your hands despite your best efforts. You winced at the thud shaking the floor; you quickly giggled loudly, playing it off as a drunken fun-time shenanigans. Just in case the guards were still at the door.

Satisfied and relieved when no one burst in with guns blazing, you walked to the closet, losing those damned stilettos on the way.

As soon as you unlocked the closet, Steve nearly hit you with the door when abruptly leaving the limited space. His eyes scanned you head to toe to find any sign of an injury, the flames in his glare fading only a bit when he found none.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” he whisper-yelled and despite the circumstances, you couldn’t but giggle, this time from honest amusement as he proved your earlier thoughts right.

There we go…

“Worked, didn’t it? Now help me since you’re here, he’s fucking heavy…”

Steve gave you an incredulous look, one promising a storm coming once you had the time for it, but he went to pick Wagner’s body up without protest.

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Steve was kind enough to have you use the bathroom first, so by the time he emerged – around half past three a.m. – you were already tucked in bed, waiting for him. His feet shuffled against the floor and he seemed utterly spent, as if he had been fighting an army from space.

You had both left the party unharmed; then again, you could imagine that socializing the way he had had to could be as tiring as an alien invasion itself. Also, he had been the one leave Wagner office-bedroom through the window, while you simply walked out of the room, winking at the guards who had indeed stayed by the door.

Steve slipped under the covers and turned off the bedside lamp, the warm light replaced by inviting darkness. Your eyelids felt heavy after the long night and you couldn’t wait to enter the blissful land of sleep.

Having Steve’s arms around you, a pleasant habit of his, you knew you’d be out in no time, but you made the effort to shift further into his embrace, sighing in content and murmuring ‘goodnight’.

Already halfway out as soon as you closed your eyes, you still registered his arm winding tighter around your waist, his nose pressed to your nape. A deep inhale, then another, warm breath and his lips inching closer with each second.

Pulled out of your slumber, limbs already heavy and yet floaty, half-hearted question left your lips.

“You ‘kay?”

“Uh-huh,” he hummed, his foot wedging between yours to pull you impossibly closer, his exhale long and wavering.

The tremble in it alarmed you, urging you to check up on his expression, on him. Willing your body to move, your heart skipped a startled beat when he wouldn’t let you turn around.

“That didn’t sound-“

His fingers wormed its way under your side laid on the mattress, flexing on the flesh of your waist.

“I’m fine….” Bullshit. “It’s just… you have no idea how hard it was to stay put while listening to all that, do you?”

Eyelashes fluttering in surprise, you took in his words, the subtle taste of fear in them, concern for how your abrupt plan could have easily go awry.

You allowed yourself a few moments before responding, forcing your memories, the images of you helplessly lying pinned to the ground after you saw a building explode – a building with Steve still in it – out of your mind.

“I… I think I can imagine. I’m sorry. I came up with an idea and thought it was for the best,” you whispered.

Honestly, you were still convinced that it had been the best thing to do given the circumstances, but that was momentarily beside the point.

“You literally told him you worked with me. I swear to God- I–“

Hearing the shift in his voice, a different emotion interfering – the pure horror, laced with exasperation – you softened your next words even further, running your fingertips over the back of his hand coaxingly.

Without any real hope, you attempted to turn in his firm embrace; this time, he reluctantly let you, your palms instantly trapping his miserable face.

“Hey. Hey, Steve, it’s fine. We handled it. We’re good. I just remembered Friday told me that he was a kinky bastard-“ Steve nudged you at the word and you fought hard the eye-roll he had coming at that “-and decided to use it.”

“You gave me your weapons and went against him empty-handed– never ever do that again,” he demanded, voice equally pleading and firm. You couldn’t help but nudge him back, because in your line of work, promising that technically equalled lying. “If there is any other option.”

You sighed, understanding all too well how he was feeling, willing to promise the latter to ease his mind. And to erase the worried wrinkles on his forehead. You kissed him there, the tension resolving under your loving gesture.

“Noted. I didn’t do that to get off, to have a high.“ Unlike some people, who seemed to do that sometimes. "I promise.”

“I know you didn’t,” Steve said, having the decency to add an edge of guilt to his voice, your verbal call for hypocrisy not going unnoticed. He kissed your left collarbone, tender and greedy, his lips sliding an inch lower to faintly feel your heartbeat and lingering.

“You know me well,“ you stated, running your fingers through his still damp locks, musing. "It’s… nice. Not as scary as I expected once.”

“Thanks…?” he murmured against your skin unsurely and you chuckled, a tired but oh so content sound.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, heavy-lidded eyes boring into yours, finding your lips with his to deliver a lazy but heartfelt kiss, one you felt reaching your very soul.

Shifting so your head was tucked under his chin, you nestled into the most comfortable position possible and Steve hummed into your hair, once more pulling your body against his, not an inch of space left between you. You melted into his warmth and finally, you felt his muscles fully relax as well.

As you once more walked the fine line of dozing off, a sudden thought caused you to snap your eyes open, your heart skipping a curious beat.

“Steve?” An absent hum was his only response, but encouraged by any reaction at all, you continued, knowing that you wouldn’t fall asleep without having the answer. “When you said it was hard… you weren’t referring to a… certain situation of yours, right? … or were you?”

Even with his body turning rigid, a rock-solid prove he was fully awake, he put effort into sounding sleepy.

“Just go to sleep, woman.”

“…were you?! Do you want me to… do some thorough inspection of y-“ you teased, fascinated, never finishing your thought as Steve’s large palm covered your mouth.

You resisted the urge to release the surprised laugh bubbling in your chest. It wasn’t that you thought Steve’s desire was ridiculous; you were just that amazed that it never came up; a true wonder given your line of work.

Momentarily incapacitated, you didn’t speak, but grazed your teeth over his palm so he would release you.

“Hush!”

“ ’khay-“ You muttered and he removed his palm, sleepy blue watching you in warning. You strained your neck to kiss the previously teased skin of his hand. “We’ll explore that another time. I’m beat. Still love you. Goodnight.”

With that, you curled back into his body, feeling the wide expand of his chest followed by an exasperated puff.

“Goodnight, you maniac. I love you too.”

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Pins and needles in your toes ripped you harshly from the dreamland and you groaned quietly, rescuing your foot from the vice created by Steve’s own.

Shared sleep was blissful, releasing endorphins, the feelings of comfort and safety it provided irreplaceable and all that, but having your limb pinned to the mattress by a supersoldier was no joke.

You checked the clock on the nightstand; 8:27 AM. Sparing a glance at the man sleeping beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist, palm sprawled over our abdomen, you smiled despite the early hour.

Any other morning, you would have shaken off the cramp and scooted over to get even closer to Steve; however, determined to do something nice for him and make sure he was alright with what he had clearly considered an irresponsible stunt of yours yesterday, you thanked heavens for the unexpected get-up call and planned on wiggling out of Steve’s grasp.

“Where ya’ goin’?” he mumbled sleepily, the inches you had managed to put between your bodies erased as his arm pulled you back, his nose nuzzling your hair with a sigh.

“Bathroom,” you lied easily, lightly patting his forearm. “We’ve barely slept for five hours. You still have thirty minutes till your usual start of the post-mission day, you crazy-ass lark. I’ll be right back.”

“Mm-hmm… I’ll be waitin’.”

Chuckling silently, you freed yourself fully, this time without his protests.

“I’m sure you will, Steve,” you whispered, your smile widening when only ten seconds later, your words were followed by his quiet snort.

Grabbing one of Steve’s hoodies thrown over the backrest of a chair and sliding into it, you made your way to the communal kitchen instead. Your mission was to make Steve breakfast, secretly hoping you could talk him into skipping the usual run today and actually spending a day in bed. You thwarted big bad’s plans yesterday, for god’s sake, you both deserved a break…

As a reminder of the past events, a bruise the size of a boot on your thigh – which you didn’t remember getting – stared accusingly at you when you passed a mirror. You inconspicuously pulled the hem of Steve’s hoodie an inch lower in attempt to cover it. Vainly.

Rolling your eyes, you wondered just how nice you needed to be today; Steve had seemed more freaked out than anything else; nevertheless, the anger could come today and you rather if it didn’t.

Deciding pancakes, eggs and bacon were a safe bet, you hummed and opened the fridge.

It was the exact moment something caught you eye, a change in decorum; right above your head on the top of the fridge.

A big fat zero stared at you from the sign you had got Steve a while ago, a memorandum of your first first-hand experience of his utter recklessness on missions. Ever since then, you and the rest of the team made sure to have the board up-to-date, sometimes proudly and sometimes regretfully rewriting the number of ‘days without Steve doing stupid life-threatening shit’.

Now there was a zero. Your jaw went slack, your heartbeat skyrocketing.

It was not the only change on the sign.

Someone, and you had a very good idea who that might be (hint: he was sleeping in your bed), plastered your name over Steve’s.

Your smile froze on your lips and at that moment, you could have been knocked out with a feather.

Unbelievable.

Un-fucking-believable.

Shutting the fridge with a loud thud, bottles in its door clinking, you strode back to your shared room, sputtering curses.

The audacity of him!

When had he even- how had he done– all night— you had woken up before him-!

Forget pancakes, eggs and bacon; snark was on the menu today.

“STEVEEEEEN!”

You heard his laughter before you even reached the bedroom.

Looking at the bright sight of things, Steve being a little shit was a positive shift from his late-night anxiety. A brief smile crossed over your face before you stormed into the room, finding the blond culprit muffling his chuckles in a pillow.

Your pillow.

Jumping to the bed, you grabbed his own and opted to show him just how stupid you could get.

Because trying to take down a supersoldier in a pillow fight? The zero might have to stay on the board for one extra day.

As Steve’s carefree laughter echoed within the walls of your bedroom, filling you with pure joy, you decided you could live with that.

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If you’d like to know the origin of the board, I kindly point you towards my S.R. masterlist, specifically to Challenge Accepted…? Fair warning: it has more drama than this one.

Thank you for reading! ❤️

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coyotesongwriting · 4 years

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Darkest Before The Dawn - Ch. 2

Summary: Clint’s always here for you when the dark begins to surround you

Word Count: 999

Author’s Note: I basically wrote this for myself, but I hope it helps you too. If you find yourself struggling, reach out a hand. There’s always someone willing to help pull you back. This was just supposed to be a one-off of Steve reacting to you, but this is the first thing in a while I’ve written and I’ve gotten into a groove so I may do a few of the Avengers helping you or I may just end the story with this one? Not sure yet but I’m not going to push myself - not today.

Warnings: Talk of depression, suicide

Chapter 1

After meeting with your therapist, you made your way to the kitchen. It was late afternoon and your stomach was growling by this point. The kitchen was deserted, while you were in your appointment, the rest of the team had been called away on a mission. Steve had left you a message saying don’t worry they had it under control, but guilt still ate at you for leaving the team down a member. You didn’t feel like cooking, so you settled on making a simple sandwich. As you gathered everything and placed it on the counter behind you, Clint sauntered in.

He jumped up to sit on the counter, his legs swinging and a mischievous grin on his face, “I hear Cap grounded you too.”

You hesitated for just a moment before you nodded, unsure of what Steve had told everyone. The idea that he might have told everyone the truth left you nervous. it was going to be hard enough dealing with Steve being weird around you, you didn’t need everyone treating you differently.

Clint laughed, seemingly unaware of your nerves, “I can’t believe you forgot to file your report. In all the years you’ve been here, this is the first time. I’m so proud of you for coming to the dark side”

Relief flooded through you at his revelation of Steve’s cover story. “Yeah well, we all make mistakes. I won’t forget again.” You shrugged, as you finished putting together your sandwich, “So why are you grounded?”

“Me? Oh, well, just the usual. I was too handsome of course.”

You merely cocked your eyebrow, and waited for him to tell you the truth. It only took a moment for Clint to cave in the silence and he let out a long-suffering groan.

“I may have accidentally bet Thor I could hit a tree with an explosive arrow during the last mission. We thought we’d cleared the area but apparently we didn’t because the tree went kaboom and then Hydra came pouring out of a hatch in the ground like ants from an anthill. Thor was shot in the arm - he’s okay though!”

“Dumbass” you chuckled, putting away the ingredients. As you grabbed your sandwich and began to head back to your room, Clint followed along like a stray puppy. He chattered about his latest prank plans for Tony as you went back to your room, and it wasn’t until you reached your door and turned to look at him that he stopped talking.

“How long are you planning on following me?” you sighed, exhaustion beginning to creep in.

“Well I was thinking that since it’s just you and me we could have a movie night?” Clint’s voice was pleading.

The idea of being alone right now wasn’t something you enjoyed, but a movie night meant you’d be even more sleep deprived tomorrow. With a heavy sigh, you stepped aside so he could come in too, “Fine but we’re watching movies in here.”

“Deal!” Clint raced in and jumped onto your bed, grabbing the remote in the process.

As you settled yourself against the headboard, he sprawled out, his head towards the foot of the bed as he began to flip through the channels. Clint’s voice filled the silence, your occasional hums of agreement were enough to keep him going as you ate. By the time you’d finished your sandwich, Clint had settled on The Lion King, and you moved to lay next to him.

Clint sang along to every song during the movie, and you found yourself revelling in his presence. His attitude was infectious, and you were grateful you hadn’t turned him away when he asked for a movie night. The positivity was something you needed, and his presence felt like the anchor keeping your thoughts from floating off into troubled waters.

As movie night progressed though, your thoughts began to wander in a different direction, and began to feel guilty for lying to Clint. It wasn’t a big lie, saying that you’d been grounded for not doing your paperwork, but you’d never lied to him before and you weren’t sure this was something you wanted to start. When the movie drew to a close you sighed and bumped his shoulder with your own. He turned to look at you questioningly, but you spoke before he could ask.

“I wasn’t grounded because of paperwork.” your voice was soft, almost too quiet to hear over the opening of the next movie.

“I figured” he bumped his shoulder against yours in return, “But I figured you’d tell me if you wanted to.”

You flashed him a grateful smile, and leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder, “I asked Steve to pull me” you took a moment to gather your thoughts before you continued, “I’m not suicidal, but i’m not not suicidal.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, but his arm found it’s way over you and pulled you into his side. “I know what it means to be haunted by those thoughts. I’ve been there before.”

You moved closer into his side as he told you about his battle with depression when he was younger and how even now he still had bad days. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that right now sucks but you’ll get through this - you’re a hell of a fighter, and you’re stronger than your darkest thoughts. And if you ever feel like you can’t win, just come get me and I’ll help you kick your own ass.”

A soft laugh escaped from you as he finished his speech and you curled yourself into his side. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and you turned on the next movie, Brave. For the rest of the night you traded soft jokes and playful insults with one another. When you finally fell asleep two movies later, you slept comfortably in Clint’s arms, grateful that you had friends to rely on when the dark got too hard to see in.

CHAPTER THREE ->

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fandomlurker · 3 years

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A Ponderous Rewatch: Prologue

You know, I didn’t think this would happen. I didn’t go into bingeing the 2020 renewal of Animaniacs with the thought “I’m going to watch this and then go and watch the original Pinky and the Brain shorts and spin-off show and do a rewatch and loose analysis on the whole franchise with special attention on queer subtext and themes”. What I initially set out to do was simply watch the renewal and see if it lived up to the show I watched pretty regularly as a kid in the 90s…or at least what I remembered of it through the haze of decades worth of time.

Pinky and the Brain was my favorite set-up on Animaniacs back in the day. Back then I probably wouldn’t even have been able to tell you why beyond “I think it’s funny and the characters are fun to watch as they screw up trying to take over the world”. Other segments were funny to me back in the day, too. Slappy the squirrel was great in that she was basically just like the classic, near-timeless Looney Toons a la Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, but as an old lady toon who’s seen it all and tries to relate to the changing world while proving that the ol’ slapstick ways still work. The Goodfeathers were entertaining despite the fact that I was a literal child and didn’t even know that it was a big ol’ spoof of Goodfellas. Hell, I’ve still never seen Goodfellas, but three pigeons trying to carry themselves like macho tough guy mafia folks while being goddamn pigeons is still funny with or without that context. And as for the Warner siblings themselves? Their skits were pretty consistently great as well. Lots of that Bugs Bunny-like energy of putting terrible folks in their place when they annoy you while coupling it with the dynamic of three child siblings who are very, very active and much too clever for the average person. It was fun!

But as I watched the 2020 reboot with its stripped-down cast now largely consisting of just the Warner siblings and Pinky and the Brain segments for the season (And I’ll be honest, some of the segments from the 90s like Katie Kaboom, Buttons and Mindy, and the Hip-Hippos are ones I’ll be happy to never have return because they were godawful even back then), it brought into focus the strength of those segments compared to most of the others from the old 90s line-up: The strong dynamic and chemistry of the relationships between the main characters of those skits. The Warner siblings are a trio of kids who, despite being truly cut from the same wacky cloth as the most beloved of Looney Toon characters, also very much tap into a very realistic depiction of sibling relationships. Sure, they get on each other’s nerves sometimes. Sure, sometimes they have disagreements on how they view a certain situation. At the end of the day, however, they care about each other more than anything else and work in such perfect sync despite differences in who they are individually. Sure, Yakko is a talkative theater kid jackass who sasses back at the drop of a dime. Sure, Wakko is kinda quiet and spaced-out and he has the appetite of a garbage disposal. Sure, Dot is adorable and witty and loudly and proudly feminist with an oddly feral streak. But if any one of them is inconvenienced or picked on or threatened in any way by someone, even if that someone is a powerful celebrity of some sort? You bet your ass the other two will immediately back their sibling up and make their tormentor’s life a living hell for the next however long the skit lasts. They’re little gremlin children who love one another, and have a surprisingly tragic backstory that actually speaks to a lot of fans on several levels.

But, okay, the bond between the Warner siblings is great and fun. What about Pinky and the Brain? What makes their dynamic stand out?

Folks, that’s where things get a little more…interesting. To me, at least.

So, watching the beginning of the 2020 reboot got me to slowly remember the parts I loved about the Pinky and the Brain skits from Animaniacs…were actually from their spin-off show. And the things I remembered most clearly from the spin-off were the more heartwarming moments that showed how much they cared about and loved one another, despite Brain being exhausted by Pinky’s dimwitted antics at times. And for a supposedly continuity-light cartoon show, there was a surprising amount of consistency to the main duo and their motivations. There was even a handful of reoccurring side characters the audience was expected to recognize from past episodes, as well, which is a bit strange to have for a show that initially seemed to aim to be strictly episodic. I remembered the odd amount of depth there was to the series. Nothing groundbreaking, mind you, but definitely something more than the average comedy cartoon.

So after watching the first few episodes of the reboot, I took to Tumblr to see if anyone remembered the old 90s show and to see how they were reacting to the new one. In doing so, I came across this post:

“i love that ppl make jokes abt a pinky and the brain version of the destiel confession because that. already happened....... the only difference is that brain pulls pinky out of superhell instead of dying on a barn nail”

Now, look, I’ve never watched Supernatural and only know it through Tumblr cultural osmosis, and at the time we were all riding off the high of the madness that was the finale of that show and the fallout from it. But ANYWAY…

This piqued my interest because 1. I didn’t remember watching an episode of Pinky and the Brain where anything like that happened, and 2. I was already picking up strong gay vibes from the reboot only a few episodes in. So, basically, I just had to hunt down this episode to sate my curiosity and see for myself if there was subtext in this 90s cartoon that I hadn’t quite picked up on as a kid.

I found the episode and started watching it. “Wow,” I said to myself, “this is a lot gayer than I remember…” And after finishing the episode, memories came flooding back to me:

That time the Brain fell for a girl mouse that was looked and acted lot like Pinky.

All those moments where Pinky would wear drag to disguise himself as Brain’s significant other in one way or another to further their plans for that episode, and how I could never remember it being ridiculed.

That one time they accidentally had a child together via a science mishap.

The ending of the Christmas special!...

And as I sat there, dumbstruck and searching Tumblr’s tags to see how far this particular rabbit hole (mouse hole?) went, everything finally clicked in my little bisexual mind.

This was one of the big reasons as to why I loved the Pinky and the Brain skits so much above all the others on Animaniacs all those years ago when I was a kid. It was the same sort of thing that subconsciously drew me to many of the cartoons and anime and media in general I loved as a child, back before I had the proper knowledge and self-awareness to know or express it.

Looking back on my life, I’d always gravitated to and resonated the most with stories and media with queer content in text or subtext. And sure, this cartoon was/is no Sailor Moon or Revolutionary Girl Utena with explorations of gender roles and queerness. It’s no Steven Universe or She-Ra with out and proud queer characters. It’s no The Little Mermaid or The Happy Prince where the stories were made by queer authors and subtextually about queer experience.

However…

However…!

I was surprised to find how deep the gay subtext went with Pinky and the Brain. Hell, I still am. This little Warner Brothers, Looney Toons-pedigree, continuity-light show about two lab mice trying to take over the world in bizarre, hilarious ways has such a weirdly continuous, heartfelt, touching, engaging, and sometimes outrageously raunchy queer undercurrent to it. All done in the 90s! It’s kind of baffling.

This is not to say that the creators and writers of the shows deliberately set out to do this. I don’t believe that anyone involved sat down and said to themselves “I’m going to make this so fucking gay!”. Sure, the voice actors of both Pinky and the Brain have said that they played the dynamic with “the energy of an old gay couple” and they’ve said plenty of suggestive or outright not safe for work things in the character’s voices in interviews and at convention panels. I firmly believe that they’re just having fun as the characters, just as much as I believe the writers were probably just having fun and putting in the gay subtext and suggestive lines as a kind of long running joke and seeing how far they could take it.

(By the time of the Pinky and the Brain comics, however, I’m not so sure. Some of the stuff they got away with in those issues is…amazing, to say the least.)

Regardless of actual intent, I think the writers of Pinky and the Brain (both old and new), have accidentally created a sort of subtextual, yet pretty powerful love story. And you know what? I want to rewatch this story for myself and write down my thoughts as I go along. I tried something similar quite a while back with Droids, and while I kind of ran out of steam as my life got busier and never finished, I have time now for something like this.

I should also say that I’m not out here to, like, convert anyone into shipping cartoon mice together. I imagine most people see Pinky and the Brain as nothing other than very close friends, and that’s a completely valid viewpoint to have. I doubt there will ever be some sort of canonization of a gay relationship between the two, as I imagine most of the writers on the new show (and hell, on the old one) are heterosexual themselves and would view such an idea as “ruining the comedy and the dynamic of the characters” or something similar. I’ve been in the fandom game long enough to know better than to hope and expect any media to sincerely tackle queer relationships in stories that only have the subtext there, especially in comedies.

I guess I’m doing this more to explore something I loved as a child and to see if I can find just as much if not more enjoyment from it as an adult, albeit maybe for different reasons. Hell, it’s also an opportunity to peek into a kind of time capsule from the 90s regarding how far queer subtext could be pushed back then, even when heavily couched in comedy. This is just a little project I wanna do for fun in my spare time. And hey, maybe a few of you out there will have some fun reading it too, who knows?

Either way, see you sometime soon in the new year.

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chequeredwhitpost · 4 years

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Episode One: Night Patrol.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (OC= Arya [Arya]) [X DOUXIE] >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

It was a long night last night. Study is a total pain in the ass. But hey, at least I had my best friend to help me out. We had a study-over. (Practically a sleepover, but only involving academics. Not our idea, I want to add.) Her name is Darci.

But now that I’m walking back into the school, I realize just how tired I really am. The school bell rings as I notice a crowd gathered in the courtyard. After that I notice Jim, Toby, Claire, Darci, and Mary gathered on the sidelines. I take a breath and approach them.

“Hey guys.” I say.

“Oh! Hey, Arya.” Jim waves.

“Sup, Lake.”

I look at Claire and instantly wince.

“Whoa! Claire! What is up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You do not look good, girl. You look sick as the plague.”

“I keep telling her to take a break.”

“You probably should.” I note, agreeing with Jim.

Mary walks up to Claire and grabs her wrist, pulling her away from the group.

“Look at the hot sauce that showed up at our front door, C-bomb! He’s from Arcadia Oaks Academy!” She squeals.

I cross my arms and roll my eyes. A second later, I notice Toby, Jim, AND Darci looking at me.

“What?”

“What? Aren’t you single?” Darci asks, “Shouldn’t you be over there, swooning?”

“Ok, first of all, just because I am single doesn’t mean I want to get out of that status. Secondly, he can’t be THAT much of a ‘hot sauce’, as Mary put it.”

I glance over at the big crowd of girls and watch Claire get pummeled. She falls and I roll my eyes. She should really take a break. I turn my head back to Darci and go to talk about last night.

“Hey, thanks for helping me with my Algebra.” I say.

“No problem! Thanks for helping me with my Spanish.”

“De nada.”

We laugh. Jim gets a sudden scowl on his face and quickly dismisses himself, going up to Claire.

Toby snickers.

“You sure you don't wanna swoon? He’s even making Claire swoon.”

“Ugh, Toby, did you not just hear what I said?”

I turn my head and gasp upon who I see talking to Claire and Jim. He hands Claire a flyer of some sorts and I am suddenly filled with happiness.

“Oh-shit!!” I say, running over to him.

Toby and Darci watch me run away and I hear Tobes say… “Wow, she sure changed her mind fast.”

“I know right? Weird…”

I run up to him at full force and jump at him, pulling him into a hug.

“Douxie!!”

He grabs me in his arms and slightly holds me back, to see who it is who’s just charged him.

Once he sees that it’s me, though, he smiles widely and gives me a tight hug.

“Arya!! Whoa, blast from the past! I didn’t know you went to this school!”

“Wait… You two know each other?” Claire questions.

I link arms with Douxie and pull myself out of his grasp.

“Oh, totally! We go WAY back!”

The goof next to me snickers.

“You can say that again.”

And Darci and Mary appear out of nowhere, noticing the -- now clearly-- Battle of the Bands poster in Claire’s hands.

“Claire! We should enter!” Darci suggests,

“We could be a cover band! Call ourselves…”

“Oh! Oh!”

They cheer the name together, “Mama Skull!”

They high five, but then I notice a familiar look on Jim’s face. He pushes past the girls and takes the flyer.

“I don’t know… you know, really? Mama Skull? I don't know. I don’t know…”

I look up at Douxie, our arms still linked, and we share a shrug.

“It’s the end of the school year, and we’re already pretty booked up with all those ‘after-school activities’.” Jim gives a nervous laugh.

But Claire snatches the flyer back out of his hand.

“Actually, a friend of mine told me I needed more balance.” She looks at Darci and Mary,

“Count us in!!”

“Kaboom!!” Darci cheers.

“Shotgun on vocals!”

Douxie nods to Claire, “I look forward to seeing you again, fair lady Claire.”

Claire laughs. I start to go with Douxie, but Darci and Mary clear their throats, as if I was just volunteered to enter their ‘Mama Skull’ with them.

“What?”

“What? Aren’t you coming with us?” Mary prods.

Oh no. I know that look in her eyes. She thinks this-- the linked arms thing-- is something between me and Douxie. Oh geeze. If I don’t go with them now, they’ll take that as confirmation-- which it is NOT! We’re just really close friends!

I give a noticeable sigh and undo our arms. I hug Doux one last time and bid him goodbye.

“We’ll catch up later, Ok?”

I pull out a pen and small sticky note and write down my number.

“And since I’m pretty sure our contacts have changed, here. My number.”

A slight squeal comes from Mary.

Nonetheless, Douxie takes it and shoots me a wink.

“Of course. Talk to you later then, Arya.” He walks backwards, giving a dismissive two finger salute.

I watch him disappear around the corner and a hand goes on my shoulder. It’s Mary’s. Typically…

“Ok. You have some SERIOUS explaining to do.”

“Yeah!”

“Definitely.”

I click my tongue.

“Two things. Why should I explain anything to you guys when we’re just friends? And two, when did I sign up for Mama Skull?”

“Just now.”

“And I’m not mad. I believe you’re just friends. But I’m mad that you never told us you had some SERIOUSLY HOT SAUCE friends!!”

I deadpan. Oh boy, here we go.

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(Lunch)

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I’m sitting down at our usual lunch table, quickly joined by the trio -- Darci, Claire, and Toby-- and Shannon and her best friend, who’s name I believe is Lauri.

Darci sits next to me on the end of the table--- on my right-- and Mary on my left. Mary practically slams her tray down on the table and looks at me with an expectant smile.

“Ugh. What now?” I groan, trying to get in my english notes from last period.

“Screw what you're doing! It’s time for gossip!!!” Mary shouts, practically announcing to the whole cafeteria that I have tea.

….

Which I do not.

“Do I even have a choice?”

“NOPE.”

Shannon looks at us, confused.

“Wait, what’s going on?”

Mary lets out a dramatic giggle, cupping her hands together.

“OK, so here’s the sip. You know that total cutie that was here this morning from Arcadia Oaks Academy?”

Shannon and Lauri nod.

“Well, turns out!”

Mary grabs my arm and shakes me back and forth violently. I know she’s excited, but there’s really nothing like that to be telling.

“It turns out that Arya here and the cutie KNOW EACH OTHER!!”

“Quit calling him that.” I grumble.

“Oh, come on, you don’t think he’s even a little bit cute?”

“Wha--!? Mary!”

“She’s blushing!!” Darci teases.

“Shut up!!” I stomp.

“You guys… You should really respect people’s love lives.” Shannon says, before looking at me.

“BUT HE’S NOT IN MY LOVE LIFE!!”

The girls all start cracking up. I swear them out in hawaiian.

“You guys are all lolo.”

“Yeah yeah.”

I sigh deeply and go back to my notes. But before I do…

“And could you please not call him ‘Cutie’? He has a name…”

“Ooh, I’d LOVE to know hot sauce’s name! Tell us!”

I glare at Mary.

“Jeesh, you said you’re just friends. That means he’s free game.”

“MARY!!! I SWEAR!”

I’m gonna strangle her…

“His name is Douxie.” Claire answers.

We all look at her, surprised as she fiddles on her phone.

“How do YOU know that?”

“I looked up his band. He’s the lead guitarist, and he sings.”

“Pft. I could’ve told you that.” I mumble.

“Douxie, huh? Douxie….”

Ok. That’s it.

I go to tackle Mary but Darci grabs me and holds me back.

“ARYA-- NO!!!”

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I walk out of the school through the front gates. Dropping my skateboard down on the ground, I step up one foot on the board. I plug in my earbuds and put on some good ol AC/DC for a play back home. I’m about to get moving before I hear someone call my name--- lucky them.

I turn my head around and see Claire leading the trio out of the school. I take out one ear bud.

“Hey girl…” Mary greets me, cautiously.

“What’s up?” I ask casually.

As far as I’m concerned, what I did at lunch was justified. So it never really happened.

“Well, we were thinking about meeting up to start Mama Skull tomorrow. If you’re free we could all get together and decide who does what?”

“I’ll do lead guitar, if that’s ok.” I shrug.

“Wait, you play guitar?”

“Excuse you-- I rock the guitar! But I’m gonna be in lockdown at my place tomorrow. I have to watch my little brother and stay home while my parents aren’t.”

“Oh, bummer.”

“Eh.”

Claire rests a hand on my shoulder.

“I’ll text you the final details.”

“Thanks… I guess. Oh! And I want at least one guitar solo!”

They humor me as they walk away. In truth, I’ll probably just end up signing myself up to go before them. I know it’s not really FAIR, but I don’t wanna just be in the background. If I’m gonna shred, I’m gonna SHRED. That better make sense.

I sigh, plug my earbud back in, and get home before mom calls me and chews me out.

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(Time Skip) | (Late at night.)

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I just finished studying for Senior Uhl’s Spanish exam in a few days when I hear my phone buzz. I check the screen and see an unidentified number’s text, and it’s a warm hello. Bet I know who that is.

I pick up my phone and reply.

___________________

???: Fair Lady Arya, how are you on this divine night?

Arya: I was expecting Douxie, not Romeo.

Douxie: Nope, you caught me. Douxie at your service, m’lady.

Arya: M’lady? That’s sappy, my guy.

Douxie: I thought you liked Sappy?

Arya: I do.

Arya: So what’s up? You’re lucky to catch me. About to go to bed.

Douxie: Perfect timing then.

Douxie: So are you going to be in their ‘Mama Skull’ band?

Arya: Hey, you’ve done this stuff before.

Arya: Can I be in a group and on my own?

Arya: Because I was thinking of playing a solo shred on my guitar.

Douxie: Eeeehhh. It’s tricky. Some competitions forbid that- since if you happened to win solo and your group wins, well, it’s unfair.

Douxie: But I’m pretty sure this time you can shred solo and with a group.

Arya: Ok cool. That’s what I’ll do.

Douxie: So, got any plans for tomorrow?

Arya: Staying home. Gotta watch my lil’ brother.

Douxie: I see.

Arya: Buut, you’re welcome to come over if you’d like. To hang out, catch up, play some guitar together.

Douxie: I’d like that. And that’s a ‘please do’ on bringing my guitar?

Arya: Hells yes.

Douxie: Cool. What time do you want me over?

Arya: umm. If you want you could come over at as early as 10. Am.

Douxie: Sweet. Even though I’m not much of a morning person, I’ll set an alarm.

Arya: What time do you usually wake up?

Douxie: Late.

Arya: Funny. Ok, Doux. See you tomorrow. Heading to bed now.

Douxie: Sweet dreams, Lady Arya.

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(End Chapter One / Episode One Time.)

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I dont know if you guys couldn’t tell, but this is an oc-insert. Some episodes won’t be happening with what’s going on on screen with the show, so those episodes will be ‘filler’ eps/chaps.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this!!

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Arya the Ghost {Chapter 1}

“Arya!!! Come here quick! I have something to show you”

“What is it? Is it something fun?” I projected as I sprinted towards him

“I have a toy…it’s a cool one”

“How does it work?” I asked

“It goes kaboom!”

“WOOOW? That’s so cool!!” I exclaimed

“Here I’ll put it here and you stand over there and we will watch it go Kaboom”

“Oh ok” I giggled as I sat down to where he told me to sit

“Here I’ll set it up ok”

“Ok” I answered, curious as to what will happen…

“Uhm…is it supposed to make that sound?” I asked, nervously…

“Yeah! why do you ask?”

“Uhm… it sounds scary…” I responded…

“Don’t worry, it also did that to me” he followed…

“oh ok…Uhm…Clay…. the sound is… C-Clay…” I stuttered…

“CLAY!!!!” I shouted as I opened my eyes ad lifted my head….

“…why do I keep dreaming about that…” I asked as I looked down at the grass, I fell asleep on…

“Anyway….at least it’s not raining or else I’m probably gone… I need to find a place to live…or maybe make a place to live in… no one lives on these woods anyway, or maybe I just haven’t seen anyone yet”

I said to myself, I normally speak to myself since I have no one to talk to, Oh…I’m Arya, Arya the Ghost! I present Arya’s Childhood... which sounds confusing, here

I am a spirit of a person named Arya, she died at the age of 6 because of an accident made by her best friend Clay, she was accidentally blown up by TNT. I and Arya are different beings. I am a spirit that represents Arya’s childhood that she never really had due to her death at a young age.

“Hmmm, how about…. Oh! I know, I should make a little shack!” I rejoiced as I got excited at the thought of making a little shack.

“I’m going to build a shack, and it’s going to be pretty” I sang as I joyfully walked through the forest, searching for more materials.

“and it’s going to be, the best shack, you…will…ever… see- Agh!” I exclaimed as I heard an explosion.

I turned around to see a bunch of creepers and spiders, I looked up to see that it is almost nighttime. I stood up and wiped my ax out to slay the creepers. As I was about to hit the last Creeper, an arrow coming behind me, shot the Creeper, killing it. Knowing that it’s a skeleton, I ran away as fast as I could since I was low at health, and my ax and shield were about to break. It’s been almost a week since I’ve been here in this world, I don’t even know how I came here, or when I came here. All I know is that I should avoid these mobs.

I know it sounds silly since I’m a ghost, and I should be see-through and should not be affected by anything here. But for some reason I’m not, I’m like an alive person, just a see-through version.

I didn’t know where to go since I had no place to sleep. I noticed the cave I mined from, I ran towards the cave, placing blocks to cover the mobs away and placing a bed down to fall asleep on.

Hours passed and it’s finally morning. I then started mining back all the blocks I placed and walked in the direction to where my shack would be, I already built some parts of the shack, but it wasn’t enough to protect me at the night. I then continued to build my shack, got more resources and materials, and built again until my shack is finally finished.

I took a few steps backward, to admire my build, my build had two floors, the crafting area, and my storage are downstairs, while upstairs is my bedroom and the important stuff that I need. I happily moved all of my stuff inside and slept comfortably.

It’s the next day, I then got ready for the day by forging through the woods and coming across some berries, mushrooms ad some seeds so I can have a little farm beside my shack. When I was finally done forging, I walked back to my shack. As I was walking back, I noticed someone in front of my house. I then hid behind the bushes.

“Who is that? And why did I just see this man now?” I thought to myself

The person was wearing a green cloak with a matching green hat. The person also had big black wings.

“I wonder who lives here…Hey Techno, noticed anything special In there?” The person with the black wings asked

“He’s not alone?!” I thought to myself. Apparently, he’s with a person named techno…

“No, not that important of stuff, the person doesn’t even have Netherite, well they have some diamonds and that’s about it” Techno replied as he went out of my shack. He wore something of what a king would wear.

“ Hey, Ranboo how about you? Noticed anything there?” The person with black wings asked

“So there’s 3 of them? Where are they all coming from?!” I asked myself

“Uhm, No nothing here, Phil” Ranboo replied, This person is wearing a suit and is wearing a crown.

“So the person with the black wings is named Phil,” I thought to myself

I tried to go closer but I accidentally stepped on a branch that was loud enough for them to turn to me. I then ran away since I had nothing to defend myself from them.

“Get after her!” Phil exclaimed

I ran as fast as I could but it wasn’t enough as they were faster than me. I then stumbled towards a dead end, I felt their presence behind me. I turned around and saw that they were wearing armor and had held axes in their hands.

“Please don’t hurt me!” I exclaimed as I shivered from fear

“H-hey, don’t worry, we're not going to hurt you,” Phil said calmly

“How am I not going to worry when all of you look like your going to kill me” I anxiously said

They then looked at what they were wearing and noticed that they are wearing armor and noticed that it’s scaring me

“O-oh, Uhm here” Phil stuttered as he took off his armor as he also persuaded the others to take off their armor and hid their weapons.

“How about now? Are you more comfortable now?” Phil asked as he tried to get closer to me but noticing that I am still scared of them

“W-what were you doing in my house?” I quivered

“Well we were just walking, and we stumbled to your house” Ranboo calmly said “Don’t worry we're not here to harm, we were just checking this place out since no one has ever really been here” He followed

“What do you mean ‘No one has been here?’ Are there more people in this place?” I asked

“Uhm, yeah you’re just far from them” Technoblade replied

“Are they…nice?” I asked as I started to become calmer towards them

“No not all of them…but some are, want to see them?” Phil asked as he extended his hand

“Uhm…Sure, but…you did say I was far from them, How long is it going to take to get to them?” I asked as I held his hand and helped me up.

“Well, it was pretty far to get here from Techno’s house” He replied as he glanced at Techno, “But as soon as we get to the Nether portal we can go there smoothly,” Phil added

“A Nether Portal? What’s that?” I asked

“You don’t know what a Nether Portal is?” Techno replied

“Uhm, yes” I replied

“Well you’re going to either like it or hate it In there,” Phil said as he wore his armor back on

“Uhm…Can I get at least some of my stuff before we head off?” I asked

“Yeah sure” Ranboo replied

The quietness was uncomfortable while heading to my shack, I couldn’t bear it, it was awkward

“So…” Techno says anxiously as we all looked at him,” How did you die, Arya?” Techno asks uncomfortably

“Now I think that’s a little too far techno, I’m sorry if whatever he said is making you uncomfortable” Phil followed

“C’mon it’s not that bad she’s a ghost”

“What do you mean “not that bad,” you asked a ghost how they died”

“EHH, don’t lie you were also thinking about it”

“I mean,” I said as I cut their argument while looking at me. “ it doesn’t bother me” I stated

“Oh…the-“

“Then how did you die?”

“Don’t cut me off!” Phil exclaimed

“I died by…TNT,” I calmly told them

“Oh…Uhm…if you don’t mind…who blew it up?” Ranboo anxiously asked

“RANBOO!” Phil shouted

“Oh…Uhm he’s name is Clay!” I happily exclaimed, “Do you know anyone named Clay?” I asked

“Uhm…no we don’t know who he is, sorry” Phil answered

“Oh…ok” I replied.

A few minutes passed and we were finally at my house. I quickly went in my chess and took all the important stuff I needed. As I was gathering all my stuff, the three of them explored my little shack…

The shack was 2 stories high, with a little farm beside it, on the ground floor was my small storage era that contained 2 double chess and a little kitchen, while on the next floor is my bedroom filled with the important stuff like diamonds and some armor.

“So are you ready to head out for a while?” Phil asked

“Yeah!” I exclaimed

“ You build nicely, for a minute I thought this was Niki’s house” Ranboo complimented

“ Uhm. Who’s Niki?” I asked

“Oh she’s one of our friends, I’m sure you’ll like her”

“Oh ok! I exclaimed

“We need to go now, we wouldn’t want to get caught up with mobs don’t we, I mean it’s not like I can fight them or anything you know” Technoblade sassed out

“hmmm yeah, I don’t like fight mobs’ I stated

“then let's get going” Phil suggested

I then followed them out of my little shack and to where the nether portal is, and let me tell you, my shack was pretty far. As we were walking, I got shot by an arrow, and before I knew it, we were surrounded by mobs, Techno took out his ax and so did the rest of them and started to fight the mobs, I also took my ax.

I looked to my right to see Ranboo not noticing the zombie behind him as he was fighting a skeleton

“Ranboo! Behind you!” I exclaimed as I ran towards him and slain the zombie

“Oh..thanks,” Ranboo said

“No problem” I replied

“C’mon guys we need to hurry up, there are too many mobs here” Phil exclaimed as we all started to run

“you’re just scared that you would be beaten up by a baby zombie again” Techno joked

“Shut up” Phil snickered

“Uhm…is that a Nether portal,” I said as I pointed to a rectangle shape obsidian with a dark purple barrier that has a glowing tint on it with swirls at my right

“Yup that’s a Portal right” Phil replied

We then turned right as we slowed down

“Woooow,” I said as I slightly touched the portal

“Are you gonna enter the portal or what?” Techno asked

“yeah sure, I’m just a little scared” I answered

“Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt” Phil reassured

I then closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and when I opened my eyes the 3 of them then disappeared.

“U-uhm…Phil…techno….Ranboo…Where did you guys go?” I said sheepishly as I looked around for them and then noticed that a lot of mobs coming after me. I then took all my courage and jumped at the Nether portal as I closed my eyes with the thought in my mind “what could this place be… “

( I have lost interest in posting my fanfiction in Wattpad so i’m just gonna post the first chapter here in tumblr. I Hope you guys like it)

#dreamsmp #excerpt from a story i'll never write #fanfic #my writing #dream smp #arya the ghost #original work #original content #original writing #original oc

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Hello Love/5

Fanfiction

Part 5

This is an AU story with tvd/to characters. All human, no vampires or witches.

A little love story_ 💞

A sweet fluffy love story, ft. Klaroline, Kennett, Jebekah (Rebekah and Jackson!)

but the main pairing is Miguel Galindo x Elena Gilbert

since I love to write crossover au’s, here I am borrowing Miguel Galindo from MayansMC…played by Danny Pino.

tag_ @miguelsbrat

thank you for reading xoxo ✽-(˘◡˘)/✽

🍦🧁☕

The next day

In the Mikaelson Mansion

Klaus finished his phone call with his associates about a project he wanted to undertake while he was taking a year off. Esther knocked at the door of the roof greenhouse before she entered.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting"

"You're not, mother. What is it? I can see that you have your thinking cap on"

"Well, I was thinking - would you be interested in taking up the project of restoring our beach house?”

"Mother, you can have anyone - where has this come from? Why me?"

“Because I want you to do it. You’ve always loved being there.” Esther said.

“All right. I will do it. And you give me free hands. I can do it my way?”

"May I only ask for one thing? Let me make a few suggestions?"

"Put them on the table and I will look at it." Klaus said.

"Thank you." she said cheerfully and walked out of the living room. He now picked up the phone and dialed Caroline's number.

"How about a weekend outside the city- beach, good food, fresh air?"

Caroline said yes in a heartbeat.

***

Elsewhere

Rebekah ran the last look at the next issue of the magazine. She was pleased with it. Sending a few notes to her editor-in-chief, she got up, walking to the window. She looked to a beautiful sunny day. She took a deep breath. Work was fine. Love life was non-existent.

"If someone told me that you would become a workaholic and turn into your father, I would tell them to take a hike."

Rebekah turned around sharply, nearly screaming at the sight of the man.

"Jackson! Wow-what are you doing here?"

'Business - long story- maybe not that long-I took over from my father." he explained.

"Really? Ok, I am done here. Drinks?!" she said and now took her bag.

"Drinks!" he agreed smiling and they walked out of the office.

***

In Lena’s Cookies shop

Finishing a new batch of Mexican Hot Chocolate Cookies with marshmallows, her mind floated to the night before.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Elena breathed in. Miguel nodded slightly, and as she was about to turn to leave, he grabbed hold of her hand gently. Sliding his hand around to her lower back her pulled her into a kiss again.

Elena was completely taken by the unexpected move, but it didn't take her long to respond feverishly, her hand finding its way up his neck, burying it deeply in his dark coiffed hair.

Oh, yeah, it made her head spin and more. Was she on planet Earth, or was she now in outter space.

Elena closed the door of her small office and leaned on it, a big smile danced on her face, feeling like she was floating on air as she thought of Miguel.

If it wasn't for her phone ringing, she would have stayed in this cloudy state for the entire day, playing the kiss over and over in her head. She moved and now looked for her phone. Finding it in the bedroom, she picked it saying, "Hey"

"Hey you, what happened? You've not replied to any of my texts." Caroline said all flustered up on the other line.

"Sorry, I was a bit busy." Elena said.

"What is this about ending up having wine with Miguel? Can you please tell me - I am dying here" Caroline said.

"Bonnie and I are meeting for lunch and I will tell you everything there - in detail."

"You are mean!" Caroline exclaimed.

"See you there." Elena said.

Caroline agreed and as they hung up.

***

In Upper East Side, Miguel welcomed his friends and colleagues from San Diego. Dr Adelita Reyes.

“It is so good to see you” Miguel gave the woman a warm hug.”How is Angel?”

“He is in process of opening a new specialized motorcycle shop with EZ. It’s going to be custom chopper-style motorcycles only. They are going to do their own designes.” Adelita replied.

“I have to order one” Miguel said.

Adelita laughed a little.

“I’m serious.” Miguel said.

“What’s happened to you? When I got in - I saw that you are kind of different. New York is really doing something to you.something good.”

“Maybe - you know - I have locked myself away from the world - letting life pass me by. I’m done. I want to do things. Get out there. Live again. Bye a motorcycle.”

“If I didn’t know you - I would say that middle-life crisis has hit you hard.” Adelita shot at the surgeon, and then apologized for being so forward.

Miguel tilted his head and partly agreed, spreading a smile. He didn’t care. He felt good. His whole being had never been more alive, and there was nothing an no one in the world that could bring him down.

“OMG - did you meet someone?” Adelita then said.

“I did.” Miguel didn’t hide the fact that it was a significant someone that made his heart, his soul smile again.

“This is great! I’m so happy for you - and you know what spread the middle-life crisis thick. Who is she?”

“Her name is Elena. She is a pastry chef - a friend of my sister Rebekah - and she is - preciosa!” Miguel’s eyes sparkled, now revoking last night’s kiss, his heart bumping with a joyful beat.

“You’re in love?!”

“I am” Miguel admitted, and sat back in his chair, letting the happy feeling soak right into his bones. For the first time in forever his body and mind relaxed, continuing to talk about how he had met Elena, switching eventually to talk about the conference the next day and their presentation.

***

In East Village

"I've decided to open the second shop bakery. It will be cupcakes only. Oh, and- Jenna arrives week Friday. I am having a 'welcome back' party-and there is news from Jeremy, too. He has officially told me that he is now exclusive with Sarah.”

“Wow - about the bakery and wow for Jer, he is finally serious with someone,” Bonnie said, “good for him.”

“It’s crazy how things change. I thought that you and him would be together forever”

“Yeah, but - you know”

“I do - his immaturity back then killed it.” Elena remembered Jeremy’s unsavoury behaviour, causing Bonnie and him to break up, and moving away to the west coast.

“But we are sister anyway, even though I will marry someone else.” Bonnie said.

“What? Don’t tell me Kol proposed?” Elena nearly jumped from her seat.

“No - not yet. I found the ring” Bonnie said.

“You’re not serious? How? When?” Elena couldn’t wait to find out more, but they were both now interupted by Caroline, who joined them, sitting down, panting like she had been chased by the gang of wolves.

“Sorry, you guys,” Caroline said, “guess what? Klaus invited me to the Hamptons with him, to their beach house.”

“Isn’t it damaged by the hurricane, last year?” Bonnie said.

“Apparently he is going to redesing it - ok - this now is not like so important” Caroline than turned to Elena, “Now tell us about Miguel”

"I kissed Miguel - well, we kissed!" Elena said, her stomach flipping at the thought of the kiss that still lingered with her so vividly.

"Wow!" Caroline exclaimed shocked. "How was it? If he kisses anything like Klaus-"

"Oh, he can kiss! He can really kiss!" Elena said swooning.

"What is this whole mantra about you not going to date for a while?” Bonnie said.

"I guess it’s out of the window,” Elena said with a cute grin on her face,”I don’t know what it is about him, but I just feel - everything inside me feels so good - my heart just goes kaboom when I’m see him”

“Then just go for it! He obviously likes you” Caroline advise.

“But there is this something inside me that,” Elena inhaled sharply as if she was going to lose breath,”what if it all goes wrong and -”

“Why would it go wrong?” Caroline cut right in the middle of her sentence.

“I don’t know - I’m freshly out of a relationship - he hasn’t dated anyone in a thousand years”

“Listen to your heart” Bonnie said. “What does it tell you?”

“That it feels so good.” Elena replied.

“And the case is closed” Caroline said. “Where is Bekah?”

Rebekah ditched her friends, excusing herself, sending a selfie of her and Jackson having a cocktail lunch.

“He is back - and better looking than ever” Caroline remarked looking at selfie Rebekah sent of her and Jackson.

“Did they like date in college?” Bonnie asked.

“No - she always was into him, but - nothing happened - they ended up being good buddies.” Caroline replied.

“Didn’t he marry that witch Hayley Marshall?” Elena remembered.

“Yep,” Caroline replied,”but it didn’t last. They are divorced. And she got a crazy settlement.”

“He is such a good guy,”Bonnie said,”and Rebekah deserves someone good like him.”

“I hope things happen for her, too, same as it is happening for us” Caroline now had only one subject in the center of their girly meeting and that was Klaus.

***

Later that day as Rebekah called Caroline to share how ‘drinks’ with Jackson went in detail, she divulged that he had invited her to his family’s beach house in the Hamptons.

“Klaus invited me to your house!” Caroline said.

Now those two concoted a plan for have a small gathering in the Hamptons for the weekend, and as she checked with Jackson, both women now invited Elena, Miguel, Bonnie and Kol to come along.

“I have a feeling that this will be the best summer ever” Caroline exclaimed happyily.

“I believe so, too. I have a feeling the stars have finally aligned in our favour” Rebekah said.

“Hello summer, Hello love!” Caroline said cheerfully.

That weekend, at the agreed hour the party of eight set off to the beach town some fifty miles far from the city.

As they arrived, and after they settled each pair wanted to do something different. So, Kol and Bonnie together with Rebekah and Jackson down the beach. Klaus together with Caroline went to the Mikaelson house, which was not far down the road. Elena and Miguel went to a gourmet food store.

“I will make an easy lobster paella,” Elena said as they entered the speciality store, “and a French Apple tart or something else with puff pastry.”

“We could have all gone out to a restaurant. It is not fair that you spend time cooking.” Miguel said.

“It’s not a big thing. Plus it is cozy to have a meal together in the garden - and don’t forget I’m a pro and I know a lot of shortcuts. First shortcut is buying already made puff pastry.” Elena said, marching to the frozen food section.

At the Mikaelson beach house

"Please" Klaus said as he opened the doors and they walked in. It was dusty, but still very stylish and it was clear to her that Klaus had inherited the creative streak from his mother.

"It's -beautiful!" Caroline exclaimed.

"Yes- it needs some TLC though. I’ve have always loved this house. We would spend the entire summer here when we were children. I'd like to show you my favourite hide out?!" he smiled charmingly.

"Lead the way." Caroline smiled back at him.

"You love modern stuff!" Caroline concluded as he had shown her his most favourite creations by the famous architect.

"And you?"

"I love the mod-cons!" Caroline said flirtatiously.

"I know exactly what house I would design for you”

"You would desing a house for me?” Caroline looked surprised

“Yes”

"You want to build me a house?!" she was stunned as she realized where the teasing led.

"Yes. I would like to design a house for you and so much more." he looked deep in her eyes as if he was compelling her to become his.

"You are kidding me, right? Is that how you get all your women to bed?" she said.

"I have never offered any of them to build a house or take them to a place like this. I just had them. You, on the other hand- " before he could say more, she was kissing him and he vigorously accepted her lips.

Elena and Miguel returned to Kenner’s beach house. He carried all the bags for her like a gentleman he was.

As Elena washed her hands and put her hair up, he made himself comfortable at the table and watched her in action. In no time she made pastry diamond, flowers and pinwheels, filing it with cream cheese, topping it off respectively with strawberries, raspberries and blueberries.

“There is something missing” Elena said and jumped, “we haven’t anything with chocolate.”

“Isn’t this quite enough?”

“Yes, but without chocolate - nothing goes. At least in my life.” Elena joked, and now cut the puff pastry in stripes feeling it with soft cheese and chocolate chips, skillfuly flapping it over creating a perfect braid pattern.

“Rebekah said that you have won the second place on the Artisanal Sweet Fair last year.” Miguel said.

“Yes. I lost to Cupcake Heaven” Elena said placing the last batch of pastries in the oven. “There is always the next year. It’s all about working hard.”

Miguel admired her resolve. And pouring them both a drink of rose wine, they toasted a little to the summer, he continued watching her do her magic with the lobster paella.

“Ah, it smells so good!” Kol exclaimed as he and Bonnie entered the kitchen from the back garden.

“How can I help?” Bonnie asked her friend.

“I got all under control” Elena said.

“She is like a wizard,” Miguel said,”she’s already set the table, made these delicious pastries”

“That’s our Elena” Rebekah now said, appearing from the living room, taking one of the pastries.

“Call Caroline, because the paella is nearly done - I just need to add the lobster and the kielbasa, and my super shortcut paella is done.” Elena said.

“Yes Ma’am” Rebekah joked and was immediately on the phone to find out what was keeping Klaus and Caroline, who were there in a flash, after Rebekah got hold of her friend.

“Caroline said that your paella is something that should not be missed.” Klaus said as they sat down.

Very soon, the whole party complimented the Chef and agreed with Caroline. The “shortcut paella” was delicious, and the little puff pastires went well with the wine she had chosen.

Rebekah and Caroline togehter with Kol made sure there is more fun to be had and the bunch went from sharing stories from childhood to playing silly games of charade, dancing. Enjoying the summer evening to the fullest.

“Would you like to go for a walk - down the beach?” Miguel said to Elena as she finished talking to her aunt.

“Yeah - let me just get my cardigan - the wind is picking up” She ran quickly to the room, pulling out a turquoise floral chiffon cardigan.

Taking the stroll down the path,they exchanged the impressions of the day.

“I’ve forgotten how much I love this place.” Miguel said. Memories of his childhood hit him in the best way possible, but there was some sandess attached to it unfortunately.

“What is it?”

“The first time I came here was the summer my parents - you know. Mother - maybe it sound quite unsual to you that I call Esther Mother, but she has took me in like I was her son. Not a day did she treat me any different form Klaus, Rebekah or Kol.”

“But deep down you wished your parents would miraculously come back” Elena said.

“Yes” Miguel inhaled softly, turning to Elena. “I don’t want this evening be again about - the past. I love the present so much.”

His masculine yet mellow voice made her skin spread with goosebumps. Her heart was dancing a beat she had not known existed. For a moment it felt like she had no air, and she thought it was all because of the sparkling wine, that still bubbled in her head.

Miguel could feel Elena's sweet restlessness and even he himself had to contain his own passion during the whole evening, especially when they danced to Norah Jones’ "Come away with me". He wanted to swoop her away there and then way from everything and everyone to have her all to himself.

All at once, she was painfully aware of his nearness as he now leaned over to her, cupping her chin everso gently. And when his gaze lowered to her lips, heat coiled through her so strong, her mouth opened slightly, moistening her lips.

“You are so beautiful” his breathing was ragged like hers, warm and sweet oozing a faint scent of chocolate from the pastry he had earlier. His hard-muscled chest was so close she could almost feel the dampness of his shirt while the familiar scent of Old spice, warm and complex mixture of South Sea, flowers and green herbs whirled her senses. And then his lips latched onto hers, now kissing her with the same quiet intensity he had in his stare. Tentative at first, but gradually turning bolder, covering every inch of her mouth with slow, deep kisses.

And I want to walk with you On a cloudy day In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you

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